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[draconhealer]

who: @inthevoidz

where: lantern waterfield

Seduzida pelo brilho suave das lanternas que dançavam sobre a superfície serena do corpo de água, transformando a cena em um céu noturno repleto de estrelas, Maelisara foi surpreendida ao se deparar com um reencontro à beira do lago. A presença de Cillian em um local dedicado às oferendas aos deuses fez sua mente fervilhar com novas especulações sobre o changeling, acrescentando camadas à narrativa que havia construído ao seu redor, até então fundamentada em meras interações esporádicas e em suas próprias observações. Sentindo-se ligeiramente intimidada pela companhia dele, lutava contra esse sentimento, convicta de que a interação com os outros deveria ser pautada na igualdade. Mostrar-se subjugada na companhia de alguém com um passado como o dele parecia-lhe um erro ingênuo, um deslize do qual não estava disposta a se tornar vítima. ── Se você veio até aqui com a intenção de vandalizar alguma oferenda, posso te prometer meu silêncio. ── A voz suave cortou o silêncio, de modo a anunciar sua chegada ao parar próximo ao outro. Seu tom, ao se expressar, deixava claro que não o acusava de nada, pois sabia muito bem que tal comportamento não correspondia à essência do rapaz. Em vez disso, buscava estabelecer um diálogo amistoso, uma ponte que permitisse uma aproximação de maneira respeitosa.

[pv55y]

          SHE SLIPS INTO THE DIMLY LIT CLUB, THE BEAT OF HEAVY MUSIC VIBRATING THROUGH THE FLOOR BENEATH HER FEET; THE ICEBERG LOUNGE. Some things in her little ventures never quite change, do they? GOTHAM IS ALWAYS, & WILL ALWAYS REMAIN GOTHAM. Tonight, she has business she’d like to tend to; eyes scan the crowd with distaste but laser-focus, attempting not to focus TOO MUCH on the undercurrent of danger that always seem to linger in such places,     [ SHE’S NOT ONE TO PARTY, NEVER HAS BEEN, TRULY ]     & she doesn’t have to look hard / far to spot the one she’s looking for:

          Seems to be engrossed in some sort of conversation with another, busy with one thing or the other; THEY TEND TO ALL LOOK THE SAME, AT SOME POINT, FOR HER ( Gotham never changes; Gotham never changes; Gotham never- ) but with a confident stride, she makes her way over, not at all mindful of bubbles or personal space [ IRONIC, ACTUALLY; CONSIDERING HOW MUCH SHE SNAPS AT THOSE WHO INVADE HERS ]     ❛❛     Well, hello there     ❜❜     she purrs out, undertone complete with a GROWL if one is to listen closely;     ❛❛     Name’s Selena; I’m afraid I seem to be a little… lost,     ❜❜

SHE DOESN’T ACT LIKE SOMEONE WHO’S AS SUCH, but she doesn’t exactly bother to play the part no matter how true it technically is.     < @gothpeng CALLED UPON THE CAT, >     She leans in just ever so, only enough to keep things at a playing field,     ❛❛     But you? You have something I want, Mister; I’m… willing to make it worth your while, of course     ❜❜     not that she means it that way ( SHE NEVER DOES, ACTUALLY ) but doesn’t quite elaborate either,

[helltoraise]

ㅤㅤㅤthe practice was standard ― 𝘄𝗼𝗻𝘁 𝗶𝗻𝘁𝗿𝘂𝘀𝗶𝘃𝗲𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 on damien's abode , a passenger driven by the coaster of emotion. ( BEWARE , 𝙾' 𝙻𝙰𝙼𝙱 ! DON'T LET 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙳𝙴𝚅𝙸𝙻 IN ! ) presence only announced by the echoing clicks of their heels , senses guiding helmin towards their 𝙞𝙣𝙩𝙤𝙭𝙞𝙘𝙖𝙩𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙡𝙞𝙢𝙚𝙧𝙚𝙣𝙘𝙚 ; the sound of music twined with his signature scent an 𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘺 𝘦𝘯𝘰𝘶𝘨𝘩 𝘤𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘺-𝘵𝘳𝘢𝘪𝘭 to follow.

ㅤㅤㅤno regard held , 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐝𝐞𝐦𝐨𝐧 barges into the room ― ignoring damien's workflow &. momentum ― instantly tossing their fur-lined coat &. juicy couture bag aside , 𝚌𝚘𝚗𝚌𝚎𝚛𝚗 𝚐𝚘𝚗𝚎 𝚝𝚘 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚊𝚢𝚜𝚒𝚍𝚎 ; sore-worthy shoes soon joining the pile before helmin slumps onto the nearest 𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙛𝙤𝙧𝙩𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 𝙨𝙪𝙧𝙛𝙖𝙘𝙚 , giving nothing more than a suspire for explanation. blood-lacking , a rarity ― ��� 𝐛𝐥𝐮𝐞 𝐦𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐡𝐨 𝐛𝐞𝐧𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡 𝐠𝐥𝐚𝐬𝐬.

ㅤㅤㅤwithered in the fetal position ― 𝘲𝘶𝘪𝘦𝘵 , gaze glazed &. focused on 𝗱𝗶𝘀𝘁𝗮𝗻𝘁 𝗻𝗼𝘁𝗵𝗶𝗻𝗴𝗻𝗲𝘀𝘀 ― it takes 𝚊 𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚎𝚝𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚞𝚝𝚎𝚜 before the vessel finally speaks. ❝ can you … maybe , like … hold me ? ❞ further silence lingers on helmin's tongue , focus 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙬𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝙛𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙛𝙧𝙤𝙢 𝙩𝙝𝙚 𝙫𝙤𝙞𝙙 to feebly deviate towards him , wine-hued tears threatening to form on a 𝗱𝗮𝗿𝗸𝗲𝗻𝗲𝗱 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗲𝗿𝗹𝗶𝗻𝗲 ; eyes shoot to the floor to blink the dew away , a consistent refusal to show emotions in his presence. ( WEAKNESS , THE OMEN CURSE OF REJECTION. PALE , WHITE FALTERING. )

ㅤㅤㅤsofter words cracking &. brittle ― as if choking back an atmosphere of tear-fall. ❝ i get if you're busy. can i , 𝘢𝘵 𝘭𝘦𝘢𝘴𝘵 , just lay here ? i don't want to go back to the motel right now. ❞ meaning &. truth hiding deeper , 𝚕𝚊𝚢𝚎𝚛𝚜 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚔 ; a mask still visible.

@damienstoker | ❤

[okeancsa]

♆     @ximerose     set     sail

            𝐎𝐍𝐂𝐄     𝐒𝐀𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐘     𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐘     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐏𝐑𝐘𝐈𝐍𝐆     𝐄𝐘𝐄𝐒,     𝐀     𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐄𝐍     𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐂𝐇𝐌𝐀     𝐖𝐀𝐒     𝐓𝐎𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃     𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐎     𝐓𝐇𝐄     𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓     𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐋𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐄𝐃     𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌     𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍     𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐀𝐘.     〝    Tanner,     TARTARUS.    〞      The     half-blood     muttered,     taking     one     last     glance     around     the     empty     shores.     〝    Hey     bud,     we     are     getting     you     OUTTA     there.    〞     

[okeancs]

♆ | 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐄 | visage. ♆ | 𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐄𝐀 | dossier. ♆ | 𝐒𝐄𝐀 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒𝐍𝐓 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐁𝐄 𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐑𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 | musing. ♆ | 𝐀𝐍 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐄𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓 | aesthetics. ♆ | 𝐋𝐎𝐎𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐓𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐓 𝐌𝐄 𝐈𝐍 | threads. ♆ | 𝐎𝐂𝐄𝐀𝐍 𝐌𝐀𝐍 𝐓𝐀𝐊𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃 | crack. ♆ | 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐕𝐎𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐄 | music.

[aueternus]

“ You're  either  planning  on  cutting  someone's  throat  open...  or  planning  on  starting  a  bit  of  mischief. ”⠀⠀With  Aelin,  the  prince  muses,  there  was  no  in-between  ——  each  ultimatum  being  as  lethal  as  one  another.⠀⠀She's  quiet,  unlike  her  character  unless  she's  planning  or  deep  in  her  thoughts;⠀⠀ ruminating  on  things  he's  not  quite  caught  onto  yet.⠀⠀Rowan  saunters  slowly  towards  her  with  agility,  green  eyes  observing  her.⠀⠀“ Care  to  share,  or  do  you  intend  to  keep  me  guessing? ”⠀⠀he  questions,  taking  on  a  tone  of  curiosity  as  his  head  tilts  towards  her.

@f4wnrot requested a ( very late ) starter !

[blacklambs]

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[memokept]

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[wingspiked]

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[draconhealer]

who: @hadesandpyce

where: emperor's masquerade ball.

Com seus dedos finos deslizando por debaixo da máscara que adornava seu rosto, Maelisara tentava, com empenho, aliviar o desconforto que o acessório causava sobre sua pele, massageando delicadamente as áreas mais castigadas pelo atrito. Vestindo todas as peças de vestuário que considerava incômodas de uma só vez, não pôde deixar de se perguntar se todo aquele sacrifício valia a pena apenas por uma frágil oportunidade de socialização e um buffet repleto de iguarias. Com os pés cansados, ela rumava lentamente para um canto do salão, onde pretendia se refugiar da confusão e do alvoroço causado pela multidão de convidados. No entanto, ao chegar, foi surpreendida ao encontrar o espaço já ocupado por um homem corpulento, que parecia tão deslocado naquele baile quanto ela. Mesmo suspeitando que ele buscava a tranquilidade da solidão, decidiu se arriscar e iniciar uma conversa, sem se preocupar com a quase certa possibilidade de ser rejeitada. Nunca tivera dificuldade de respeitar os limites de outras pessoas, e naquela noite não seria diferente. ── Não se preocupe, não venho até aqui com um convite para dançarmos. ── Embora não fosse algo em que tivesse grande prática, o comentário espirituoso ganhou forma, acompanhado por um sorriso que brotava discretamente sob a máscara, fazendo seus olhos se estreitarem suavemente com o gesto. ── Mas, convenhamos, parece que sobra pouco o que fazer para quem não é bom de valsa e já se deu por satisfeito com o banquete, não acha? ── Posicionando-se ao lado dele, a uma distância respeitosa, se encostou de leve na parede e passou a observar os convidados que transitavam pelo salão. ── Por outro lado, me divirto aqui no canto, apenas observando. Sempre há algo interessante para notar. O único risco é acabar sendo conhecida como a esquisita que fica pelos cantos rindo sozinha. ── Acrescentou sem veracidade no temor, uma vez que reconhecesse sua irrelevância dentro daquele cenário de festa.

[pv55y]

           SHADOWS STRETCH ACROSS THE MARBLE FLOORS, cast by the dim emergency lights lining the hallways; the air is thick with tension, as if the museum itself is holding its breath. She, THE CATWOMAN     [ HARBINGER OF DEATH; CORPSE DAMNED TO WALK NO MATTER WHAT… ]     moves through the darkness like a whisper; lithe form barely makes a sound as she navigates the museum’s high-tech security. OUR FELINE-FEMME HAS HER SIGHTS SET ON THE PRIZE:     a priceless artifact rumored to be the key to a long-lost fortune ( —a black cat looking for good luck ?     PRICELESS )

           NOT THE MOST PRACTICAL SCORE, COMPARED TO HER HISTORY; & YET, the thrill of the challenge IS WHAT KEPT HER SANE, SO SHE’D TAKE WHAT SHE COULD, even if that includes worthless scrap in the long run. She approaches the exhibit, smirk present behind her mask, blood-red framing pearly whites; the artifact in question, A JEWEL-ENCRUSTED RELIC, is displayed in a glass case in the center of the room.

With just few more steps, a flick of her wrist to disable the sensors, & it would be hers; IT CALLS HER, DRAWS HER IN, & she’s about to be the cat that caught the cream ( & there go the ‘dirty tingles’ again; tail would be surely wagging in delight, if she had one, )     SHE CAN FEEL HER INCISORS DRIPPING; METAL TALONS POISED ABOVE THE THICK ENCASING,

           BUT SOMETHING SHIFTS IN THE AIR; a sharp pang, like lightning, static creeping upon flesh, her arms & up her back, making her stiffen. INSTINCTS, HONED FROM YEARS OF PROWLING GOTHAM’S ROOFTOPS, TINGLE WITH THE SENSE OF ANOTHER. Catwoman pauses, eyes narrowing as she scans the shadows. A flash of red makes her turn; a figure, a shadow     < @the-mocking-robin CALLED UPON THE CAT , >     moves along with seemingly purpose & stealth

           ❛❛     Well, well,     ❜❜     she purrs, stepping out of the shadows; amusement, a challenge,     ❛❛     I DIDN’T REALIZE THIS WAS A TEAM JOB. But, well,     ❜❜     a subtle click of the tongue as she reluctantly sheathes the claw,     ❛❛     I SUPPOSE Gotham’s big enough for the both of us…     that is, unless you have a problem with sharing ?     ❜❜     a jest / nothing more than poking at the bear     [ PLEASE, CATWOMAN DOESN’T SHARE, ]

A slight tilt of her head, orbs gleaming with interest as she sizes him up, trying to work out his angle. NO FEAR IN HER POSTURE; just curiosity mixed with a hint of…     FRIENDLY, ALBEIT COMPETITIVE SPIRIT. Catwoman waits, gloved fingers casually resting on her hip; HE’S NO BATMAN, SHE CAN GATHER THAT MUCH, AT LEAST.

[helltoraise]

ㅤㅤㅤalliance forged through 𝗿𝗲𝗱 𝘀𝘁𝗿𝗶𝗻𝗴𝘀 , webs of underground connections ― knowing the right 𝘨𝘩𝘰𝘶𝘭 that's friends with the correct 𝙞𝙣𝙘𝙪𝙗𝙪𝙨 ― all for 𝚝𝚠𝚘 𝚊𝚋𝚘𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚊𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜 to meet. ( 𝘾𝙊𝙈𝙈𝙐𝙉𝙄𝙊𝙉 ; WAFER ON THE TONGUE , KINSHIP IN THE INHUMAN. ) both leveled on familiar ground , 𝐚𝐧 𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞 𝐡𝐮𝐧𝐠𝐞𝐫 ; gluttony quenched only through means of life &. it's gilded essence.

ㅤㅤㅤhelmin sent the other a simple text , ❛ 🩸 + 🥩 ? meet in an hour , usual place. ❜ location pinned ― a grove easily overlooked , tucked in 𝘄𝗼𝗼𝗱𝗲𝗱 𝗹𝗮𝗻𝗱 &. veiled beneath needled branches ; the daemon early to arrive , adorned in 𝙨𝙣𝙤𝙬-𝙬𝙝𝙞𝙩𝙚 𝙨𝙞𝙡𝙠 ― 𝚊 𝚌𝚊𝚗𝚟𝚊𝚜 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚊𝚛𝚝.

ㅤㅤㅤthe victim fatuous ― a face that wouldn't be missed. 𝗳𝗲𝗲𝗱 𝗸𝗲𝗽𝘁 𝗱𝗼𝗰𝗶𝗹𝗲 , ren able to make others 𝙘𝙡𝙖𝙮-𝙥𝙡𝙞𝙖𝙗𝙡𝙚 with a mere gaze ; helmin , 𝘶𝘯𝘢𝘧𝘧𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘣𝘺 𝘴𝘶𝘤𝘩 𝘱𝘰𝘸𝘦𝘳 , remains 𝘁𝗿𝗮𝗻𝘀𝗳𝗶𝘅𝗲𝗱 nonetheless. ( WINDOWS TO THE SOUL , WHAT LURKS THERE ? ) 𝚊 𝚍𝚎𝚟𝚒𝚕 𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚜𝚑𝚘𝚞𝚕𝚍𝚎𝚛 ― words sugar &. milk ; 𝘴𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘯 𝘴𝘰𝘧𝘵 &. 𝙨𝙖𝙘𝙘𝙝𝙖𝙧𝙞𝙣𝙚 𝙨𝙬𝙚𝙚��. ❝ you first. 𝗶 𝗹𝗶𝗸𝗲 𝘁𝗼 𝘄𝗮𝘁𝗰𝗵. ❞ flickers of a smile flow across carmine lips ― 𝘪𝘭𝘭-𝘪𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯𝘦𝘥 eagerness palpable ; 𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚒𝚌 𝚝𝚊𝚌𝚑𝚢𝚌𝚊𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚊. 𝙧𝙖𝙧𝙚 did helmin feel times of 𝐫𝐚𝐰 𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐢𝐝𝐚𝐫𝐢𝐭𝐲 ; 𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘰𝘤𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦 𝘰𝘯𝘦 𝘰𝘧 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮.

@wastrels | ❤

[odewinds]

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[pasaime]

⠀* tag dump.

[aueternus]

Azriel has taken many females to bed;⠀⠀has brought them over the edge with nothing but his tongue and fingers.⠀⠀He's all but familiar with their sounds of pleasure and how his body reacts to them.⠀⠀But he's never had the privilege of having a mate —— of being the first male to pleasure a female destined to be his.⠀⠀Mother help him, Selene was his.⠀⠀All his.⠀⠀He wasn't so sure what aroused him more:⠀⠀that, or the pretty sounds she was making now.⠀⠀His name leaves her lips like a blessing, and his body reacts, his hardened length pressing into the muscles of his stomach.

His pleasure was the least of his priorities, and the very last thing he wanted to focus on. ⠀⠀He soaks her in, watches as pleasure flickers across her beautiful face;⠀⠀it takes everything to rein in his eagerness to please.⠀⠀Instead, his lips travel across the soft contour of her jaw once more, letting her adjust and feel him —— Azriel didn't mind, not when he was thoroughly immersed in watching her.⠀⠀“ That's it. ”⠀⠀He murmurs against her jaw, pressing a kiss close to her ear now.⠀⠀“ Take what you want. ”

The finger inside her moves slowly;⠀⠀pulling back only to push back into her, curling his finger in search for that delicate spot.⠀⠀All the while, his thumb teases her clit, amplifying the pleasure coursing through her.⠀⠀Azriel would be patient —— not only that, he would happily watch the process of her falling apart around his fingers.⠀⠀Of her crying out his name.

she can feel his desire for her through the bond ----- feels the way his body hardens under her. it makes her shiver with the urge to touch &* kiss every inch of him. his voice does nothing but drive up that ache in her stomach. practically pulses straight to her core. funny how something as simple as his voice could drive her absolutely mad if she let it. while she's so very inexperienced or informed , she's not unfamiliar with the urge her body gets to release something. whatever that tension meant exactly. she's never finished ; never known it was an option. but just the way he says her name makes her arch her hips toward him , a gentle noise of eagerness easing from her lips.

then his calloused fingers are skimming there between her legs -------- her lips pop open in a soft gasp as her eyes flutter closed from that touch alone. her hand tightens in his hair as anticipation courses through her like the quick pace of her heart. she doesn't know what to anticipate , so when he presses his finger into her , she can't help the little choked sound of surprise. the sensation is unfamiliar , but it's not bad. her mind is eased away from the slight discomfort as his thumb rubs against her &* causes her to clench around his finger with a little whimper.

❛   azriel ---- ❜ she breathes out his name all at once as she realizes she'd been holding her breath in anticipation. she forces down a swallow &* tentatively rocks her hips against him in an attempt to adjust to the feeling. ❛   ah-- ❜ her breath hitches as the movement sends a spike of pleasure through her ; her nails scratch at his shoulder &* scalp as she shudders.

[eonadrift]

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