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[pomniegranate]

Continued from here. 🃏🦔 @allcfme

She stares at him blankly for a moment; cue a blink or two as her eyebrows narrow down suspiciously.

⸺ ❝ I ... wasn't worried at all about it being yours. I know I offered but, I've never dealt with blood before and, this situation isn't really ringing any bells that I should be touching it - personally. So ... you really don't know whose blood this is, huh? ❞

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i won't stop asking until you say yes. look, i'm not like those idiot reporters you see on TV or read online that don't know what the fuck they're talking about. i know there's more to this. i have copies of the police reports. i know you saw something up there, i know you tried to tell the police, and i know they didn't believe you. but me? i believe you ... or i could — if you would talk to me. i'll tell your story ... your way. so, all i'm asking for is one interview. what can it hurt, right? ❞

[petitsdieu]

@muckcourt ༊ ‧₊˚

❛ What are you doing? ❜

[citizenstarlight]

★ ╼ &. 𝐫𝐢𝐯𝐚𝐥𝐬 (𝐭𝐨 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬?) 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. | accepting

"for being someone you hate, I'm sure on your mind a lot'." - @homelander-rp-blog

                 It was difficult not to think of Homelander. In so many ways he loomed over Annie like a prolific mythical figure. Despite having the whims of a self-indulgent mortal man. The fact that she still stood there was merely by his will alone. His myriads of abilities made it dealers’ choice of how he could dispose of her.  Sometimes she wondered why he just didn’t. It left a palatable thickness in the room when they were alone together. 

       A faux smile grew upon Annie’s pink lips. “I didn’t realize mind reading was on your list of abilities.” Arms crossed as she shortened the distance between them. Blonde head held high as she mustered all her courage. “What do you want?” Curiosity got the best of her, as there must be a reason for his appearance at this hour. 

[micahsawyer]

@malka-lisitsa, continued from here.

micah regards her with an equal blend of curiosity and fear in his gaze. strength like that isn't normal or human, but micah can't bring himself to ask the obvious question plaguing his mind. instead… "your cover could be better," micah remarks with a raised eyebrow. sometimes he fails to catch on to sarcasm, however much it was intended. should he be asking her not to kill him or would it be better to hope he doesn't piss her off in some way? he's really good at that — pissing people off. that'd sure be an interesting fucking game. "what'd he do to piss you off?" just so he knows.

[pjtraveller]

"Okay, first of all..."

open to anyone!

[vandrs]

pale blue eyes observe from a distance, following each movement of feet and punch thrown. he remains in the crack in the doorway, amusement illuminating his eyes before he makes himself known, calling out, “ what're practicing for, your next brawl ? ”

vander pushes the door the rest of the way open, choosing to interrupt this practice, r e g a r d l e s s of what it's for. he raises his own fists, modeling the right stance as he adds, “ you're dropping your fists. keep 'em up. it'll give you a better starting point. and you can BLOCK a punch a hell've a lot better. ”

gntlets liked for a starter.

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ i don't think i've ever been in a room this small before. ❞ his chest is tightening. no way. ❝ you live in a fucking shoebox, @ottersden. ❞

[petitsdieu]

𝑺𝒆𝒏𝒅 ‘𝑩𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝑵𝒂𝒕𝒖𝒓𝒆’ 𝑭𝒐𝒓 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒔𝒆𝒏𝒅𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒕𝒐 𝒄𝒂𝒕𝒄𝒉 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒓𝒆𝒄𝒆𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆 𝒃𝒂𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂 𝒓𝒊𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒐𝒓 𝒍𝒂𝒌𝒆.

The vespertine's lunar wax sets any space not shaded by trees aglow. Even the tops of them are not immune. ⸺ The plunge pool where she floats the middle. The ledge rock homing all her things — a spine-cracked book, half her dressings, the wild strawberries she picked an hour before sundown, an auld lyre. The natural splotch clearings of grass so plush it feels like carpet on the naked sole — she would know.

She's a working on recursive history. Like a cowpath on bournonville's repetition. The same, the same with expecting the same results. So what do you call a change in the chain to someone wine-faced of her imperturbable state?

Certainly not madness. She knows the coruscate figure is a man and she knows he's real. In all those cooltones he sticks out from.

The song sticky in her head dims out to a stop but her somnolence swimming doesn't go with it. One venust eye on him. She pushes sapid waterfall water out of her mouth to make room for words of her own. Her sound slots easy in the eau lapping and the Full-throated nightingales.

❛ We've had the same idea. ❜ After-all, the water is not hers. It only feels like that. So it hardly seems fair to be mad when someone else has come to enjoy it.

𝑓𝑡. @prescitia

[thecptn]

❝ now listen here, this is important— the proper way to make tea is with milk and two sugars. it should be brick red, not black and certainly not pale and sickly looking. just a splash of milk, no more, and drunk in a sturdy mug. ❞

open starter

[allpossibilities]

“ you take them off for me. ”

his lips pause against viktor's neck at the instruction, the curve of his smile pressed against his skin for a moment be he kisses his neck again. he trails kisses from his partner's neck to his shoulder, lips and teeth marking his path, as he he drops to his knees . lips lightly press against viktor's bare stomach, slightly tilting his face against him as his hands focus on ridding him of his pants. fingers effortlessly unfastening them, curling beneath the fabric to pull both garments down with an easy tug.

jayce's lips continue the trail to viktors hip, the tugging of skin between his teeth g e n t l e r as he helps his partner step out of his pants before tossing them to the side. he then looks up, nose grazing against the skin of his hip. “ now what, ” he asks, pupils blown, admiring. fingers lightly rake up the back of fair thighs, lightening the pressure as they graze over cheeks and finally resting on viktor's hips.

he pulls his head back, allowing himself to sit back, resting on the back of his calves. his gaze eager to see what would come next. breath w a r m , hovering before his partner's cock. his eyes shifting forward before looking back up, a silent ask for instruction. his own desire heating beneath his skin.

@hexcrsd / the enormity of my desires ( us/fw meme )

[pomniegranate]

❛ do i look like i'm playing games ? ❜

From this prompt!

Was, err ... that a trick question? Was she being tested right now? What if she got the answer wrong? It was hard to operate once his ruby gaze bore into her, almost like she was see through. And it was ... unnerving, to say the least. But, Pomni's never been one to judge a book by it's cover; it wouldn't have been a fair assessment of someone's character, she thinks. Plus, if anything, she was the one out of place here, not him. She tethered awkwardly under his perception: in both smiles and movements.

⸺ ❝ Haaa... no? Maybe? You ... don't seem like someone that likes games or, maybe your taste in games is just different! There's no shame in that. ❞

[vandrs]

[ shoelaces ] sender bends down to tie receiver's shoelaces + reverse

“ i got'cha, ” he says to the boy, his voice soft as he approaches. a kind smile on his lips as he crouches down before the boy, large hands are surprisingly nimble in the way they tie the laces of one shoe before shifting to next. he notes the cane beside the boy, but he doesn't mention it, merely tying the shoes before placing his hands on his knees. “ there you go, ”

with that he stands back up and then glances around, looking to see if the he was with anyone. based on where he'd spotted him lingering, he wondered if the boy was alone. or just waiting for someone. he turns, prepared to walk on, but pauses. slipping his hands into his pockets he asks the boy, “ are you waiting for someone? parents? brother? ”

@serpcntes / ordinary things that feel intimate.

[pavlovianpanic]

❝ this place is torched. ash and dust. nothing worth coming back to now. ❞

besides, he got the footage, right? all i had to do was hit record. pretty simple stuff for me. for her? not so much. but they made it out, and that's what matters, right? right?

❝ seems like your friends called in for backup. good for them. or ... was. doesn't matter now. but you and me, @cataschism? time to split, girlfriend. it's fucking cold up here. ❞

[lausticzt-a]

“ I'm SURPRISED that you're such a clean freak. ” Sardonic, her first words are cutting, idly brushing the wooden table with her fingers. The woman's razor focus diverts, a frown at her lips as she inspects; fingers still clean, void of any traces of dirt / dust. “ Why bother? I doubt filth is foreign to you. ”

@sandcrafted sc.

[petitsdieu]

@vitalphenomena 's yvonne : spotify wrapped: peter by taylor swift

❛ Was she/he lying? My ribs, Get the feeling she/he did. ❜