#♡ ˙ ˖ ✧ — thread.

[ryllen]

appearance wise, at least

[mechaniaa]

i have so many thoughts about these two but i cant put it into words so im just gonna make a ghostbat panels thread. im glad ghost-maker got to be his own character after his introduction but he rly is a peak batman character. this may be a monkey paw moment but i am hoping he becomes iconic enough to appear on tv n such... hes got enough lore and character connections and his designs are just straight up cool

[bravesung]

❛  .  .  .  and  before  you  know  it,  hanamaru,  you’re  going  to  make  a  beautiful  bride!  ❜

how  does  one  become  betrothed  to  someone  they  do  not  love?  oh,  how  you  have  read  about  the  butterflies  in  your  stomach  and  the  heartbeats  rattling  your  chest  the  moment  you  found  the  one  .  .  .  yet,  you  did  not  feel  anything  for  the  man  that gave you that ring  .  .  .  nothing  but  bile  in  your  throat.  tentatively,  you  tap  the  area  right  above  your  right  cheekbone,  you  did  a  great  job  covering  it  with  foundation.  

to  illustrate  you  were  listening  to  your  mother’s  words,  you  give  her  a  smile  and  a  small  nod  as  an  elderly  woman  took  your  measurements.   ❛  she’s  going  to  be  one  of  my  favorite  projects,  hitomi.  to  be  given  a  part  in  joining  the  kazama  and  hitsumura  families  together,  well,  it  is  such  an  honour  indeed.  ❜  the  seamstress  and  your  mother  speaks  as  if  you  are  invisible,  tears  welling  the  corners  of  your  eyes.  (  I  don’t  want  to  do  this  but  I  want  to  make  mom  happy.  )  ––  and  as  they  conversed,  you’ve  been  doing  the  one  thing  you’ve  been  learning  to  excel  at  :  be  quiet.  

❛  now,  what  about  that  howard  family?  ❜  the  elder  says,  tying  up  the  back  of  your  gown,  yet  still  addressing  hitomi.  your  brow  raises  :  you’ve  heard  of  this  family  ––  geese  and  .  .  .  who  was  the  son  .  .  .  ?   ❛  ah,  them.  I  will  make  sure  my  hanamaru  stays  away  from  those  geese  and  rock  characters.  I  do  not  wish  for  her  to  be  tainted  by  them.  ❜  (  oh  ,  that  was  his  name.  )  ❛ I  have  no  idea  how  geese  was  appointed  such  a  high  title,  but  I  imagine  it  was  not  by  honesty  and  hard  work.  the  whole  family  is  the  epitome  of  trouble.  ❜  you  see  your  mother’s  face  twist  with  disgust,  but  soften  when  she  looks  back  at  you,  ❛  but,  you  should  have  no  worries  about  that,  hana.  I  am  so  glad  you  are  going  to  be  koji’s  wife.  he  will  take  great  care  of  you.  ❜  again,  you  smile,  but  internally  you’re  screaming  for  help. 

(  koji  is  not  nice  when  he  has  bad  days,  and  he’s  been  having  alot  of  bad  days  lately.  .  .  )  

❛  yes  .  .  .  uhm  .  .  .  am  I  able  to  go  to  the  garden  now?  ❜  you  look  to  the  seamstress,  then  your  mother.  hitomi  smiles  approvingly,  ❛  I  believe  kaede  got  what  she  needed,  so  by  all  means.  make  sure  to  pick  out  your  floral  scheme  while  you’re  there,  okay?  ❜  with  no  other  word  you  quickly  leave,  running  to  the  flowerscape  that  was  the  courtyard  and  garden.  koji  wouldn’t  find  you  here,  you  could  breathe  and  escape  for  a  while.

you  didn’t  know  this  then,  but  somewhere  in  this  garden,  a  new  chapter  in  your  life  unfolded.   

( @scarlxtleaves. ) / semi-plotted starter.     

[svftlove-a]

valentin was good at this. the afterparties, the small talk, the easy charm. he could glide through these rooms without missing a beat, all smiles and smooth answers, never letting anyone see more than he wanted to show. it was part of the job, really. fame came with a set of rules, and he had mastered them. keep it light, keep it fun, and above all—keep it distant. but then he saw her. he didn’t expect her to be here, not tonight. Not at this kind of party. he should’ve looked away. walked in the opposite direction, found someone else to charm, someone who wasn’t as quick to see through his act. but he didn’t. instead, he found himself drifting toward her, glass in hand, slipping into that familiar, easy rhythm without thinking. it was like muscle memory at this point — the way their conversations played out, the teasing, the banter. he almost enjoyed it, the way she always gave as good as she got, never backing down. " look at what the cat dragged in," the male male teased, " i didn't know you'd be here tonight. " / @obsesionadas .

[fatestln]

⇢ 🔮 STATUS   ﹕ open. ⇢ 🔮 LOCATION   ﹕ hallowed grounds.

with  a  faint  jingle  of  the  bell  announcing  her  arrival,  marisela  pushed  open  the  door  to  hallowed  grounds.  she  was  tired  –  dead  tired,  really  –  but  she  was  certain  it  was  nothing  a  strong  cup  of  coffee  couldn’t  fix.  marisela  had  worked  all  night,  the  end  of  her  shift  coming  with  the  daylight,  and  she  practically  dragged  herself  to  portum’s  favorite  coffee  shop.  she  just  wanted  a  little cafecito  before  trudging  home  to  rest.  the  smells  wafting  through  the  air  were  promising,  to  say  the  least.  marisela  glanced  over  the  menu,  trying  to  muster  the  energy  to  make  a  decision,  but  her  eyes  were  blurring  making  it  a  near  impossible  task.  slightly  defeated,  marisela  sighed  and  stepped  up  to  the  counter  to  make  her  order,  one  hand  rubbing  at  her  temple.  “something  strong,  please.  the  strongest  you’ve  got,”  she  said  to  the  barista,  giving  them  a  tired  but  grateful  smile.  marisela  paid  for  her  order  and  stepped  aside  to  wait  for  her  name  to  be  called.  she  caught  someone’s  gaze,  and  felt  slightly  obligated  to  engage  in  some  small  talk.  “long  night  too,  or  just  an  early  start?”  maybe  small  talk  would  keep  her  awake  long  enough  until  the  caffeine  kicked  in.

[zap2zeitgeist]

[C O N T I N U E DF R O M: Reposted From]

Virgil was a nerd, has been since as long as he could remember and like most nerds, Virgil had gargantuan amounts of anxiety when it came to those that he had feelings for, being Bisexual in Chicago meant that anxiety sky-rocketed from it’s post of the nerdy stratosphere. Whether fortunate or not, Virgil also had a tendency to talk more when he got nervous. And boy was Virgil nervous right now and it showed. It showed his whole hand and his feelings right now. Virgil was devastated, embarrassed. Wishing he could find a hole to just crawl into. His host didn’t seem to mind, although Virgil was certain that Jamie wasn’t interested and his heart sank a little. Well that was until Jamie smiled and Virgil melted. I Guess we’ll see where th’ night takes us indeed. Virgil keep some hope and at the very least he had grained a new friend who happens to be a fan of cinema, and a potentially new ally to help Virgil be Static, t’ boot. So all is not lost even if Jamie is  not in fact interested in Virgil.

“Mhmmm” Virgil hummed in amused agreement with Jamie’s assessment of them seeing where the night goes.

“Hell yeah! Expansive. Sounds like this’ll be a blast and a lot better night than I had planned.” Virgil chuckled. When Jamie asked him to help out Virgil’s eyes lit up and he sprang into action.

“Yeah! Sure thing, man!” Virgil slide past Jamie and into the kitchen. Then trying to move again but without the traction Virgil began sliding in place until he put is hand out and snapped, causing a small spark of electricity to pop and send him sliding toward the fridge, where Virgil grabbed the fridges and slide safely to a stop. Virgil chuckled to himself, as he had fun, the quibbles still in his stomach from sliding across the floor. Popping open the fridge, Virgil makes a face at the choices, he grabs a few more of what they had been having. They weren’t bad but they weren’t what Virgil was used to drinking but he’d never let Jamie know any of that. Virgil closed the fridge and headed back to Jamie and the coffee table, walking this time, sans sliding. Virgil puts the beers on the coffee table, two in front of Jamie and two where he was about to sit on the couch, giving Jamie some space, if he were to sit on the couch, with plenty of elbow room, but also not so far that if Jamie wanted to sit closer…

@vintertsarn [Jamie Barnes]

[the-heros-sidekick]

It’s impossible to pinpoint when I started longing for this moment. Was it five years ago, amidst that first summer in New York that we shared, or as we were carrying our Christmas tree up the stairs to our apartment three years ago? Or was it way before that? Did the longing to become your husband start blossoming that very first night that you came over, finally as more than “just” a friend? Truth is, I don’t know when the thought first occurred to me. But somehow it must have occurred to you first, or maybe it didn’t; maybe we had the same thought at exactly the same time, only that you were brave enough to act on it first. You always have been the brave one out of the two of us after all. You were ready for us to be more than we had been long before I was. We were friends first and lovers second but... isn’t that what lovers are? Can love ever be anything else but friendship caught on fire? To put it simply, I have longed for this moment longer than I can recall and I couldn’t be happier to finally be here with you, the man of my dreams, to tell you that …

 ❝ [ . . . ] Being your husband will be the greatest achievement of my life, and you, Derek, will always be my greatest pride and joy. Knowing you, loving you, and being loved by you is the greatest privilege, the greatest honor of my life. So here I stand before you today, vowing that as long as I live, your heart will always know a home. That with me here, you will always be loved without condition, without expectation, without asking anything of you in return. My love is given to you freely for I choose to love you with every bit of conscience I have. This is no accident. It’s beyond the reaches of fate, and so much more than simply a feeling. It’s a choice. I choose you, today and every new day to come, and I vow to love you like this always. [ . . . ] ❞

[usyrps]

what if we built a narrative ? what if we affiliated ? 💍

[bittcrsuite]

continued from here ♡ ( @gldnhour )

morgan didn’t look her best, rushing to alec’s place after she got into a heated debate with her parents about her future. she was tired of school, tired of everyone asking everything of her. in gray joggers and one of alec’s oversized hoodies, she turned up at the other’s doorstep without an explanation in mind. now, as she slid into his lap, with her knees pressed against his hips, she felt herself relax. “it was long. i just want to forget about it for a little bit, if that’s okay? i want a distraction.”

[saltedair]

“you know, you can tell a lot about a person based off what song they’re listening to. or what music they like in general.” peyton didn’t even know if she was talking to anyone in particular, she was just talking out loud while perusing shelves herself. “music is basically another language on its own. they don’t teach that, but it is.”

@hiddenstarters

[fxirytxlcfxtc]

For @descended-from-fairytales - Bite Starring Angie Doppler NSFW

Angie tilts her head back for a minute, enjoying the sun, closing her eyes. The Felind's ears twitch slightly. Waylon was... doing something. The important part was, he was distracted with it. She's been looking for something stupid to do.

Jerking suddenly, she leans down and bites his arm, eyes flicking up to him and an adorable but evil grin kinda forms on her face.

[thrcughthewccds]

where: fields farmhouse | when: morning after a full moon | whom: @rewritingtales Vilem

Rory stumbles through the woods, wrapped only in his red cloak. It had been a particularly rough full moon. The moon seemed bigger if his memory recalls, though those memories are always suspect. He'd lost the rest of his clothes somehow but never the cloak. He'd swear it was enchanted. It never seems to rip or fray even, and he'll always find it quickly. Maybe his father did have it enchanted?

He steps out from the forest to the back of their farm. He blinks rapidly in the sunrise light, extra bright still. And his ears ring with all the noises of the woods, the house, even the pastures on the opposite side of the village.

He steps up to the door and tries to slip in quietly before his grandfather could notice his distinct lack of clothes. Again.

[svftlove-a]

"what's wrong with you? he's just a friend. and even if he wasn't, you can't just come over in the middle of the night and do as you please." / @dysnomiias ♥

[dollieour]

“ this jealousy of yours is getting a little bit out of control. ”

[gcdschoscn]

𓆩♡𓆪 @intimaecys sent 03. 𓆩♡𓆪 muse ﹕cara hughes . early thirties . fc: margot robbie.

cara wouldn't be able to explain it if she wanted to. how in the hell she ended up with her on top, making her experience things she had never experienced before? the weight of another body pressed against her own felt both electrifying and intimidating, and every instinct screamed at her to push away, to retreat to the familiar comfort of her straight-laced life. she had tried to fight it, of course. the idea of being with another woman had never crossed her mind. growing up, romance had always come packaged in a neat box of expectations—boys, dates, and sweet, longing glances—but this was something entirely different. this was raw, uncharted territory that sent shivers down her spine for reasons she couldn't comprehend. as her heart raced, she felt the softness of bare skin on hers, her hands boldly grazed the suppleness of her breast, a sensation that unraveled something deep within her. and she was soft, fuck she was soft. from her skin, to her hair, her lips. it was overwhelming and she didn't know what came next. her inexperience in this position made her pull away from their heated kiss, immediately feeling the absence of the other's tongue pushing against hers. "i—what are you fucking doing to me?" the blonde panted slightly, hesitating, fear battling curiosity in a tumultuous storm within her.

[silvrmoon]

hi angels, i’m moving blogs, so if we are mutuals and you want us to keep writing together (or if you want us to), like this and i’ll follow you on my new blog. ♡