#BITE BEAUTY

[pro-royalty]

Doechii x PAPER Magazine

[keebokuun]

Falling with you <3

[heartorbit]

figure skating set right now please. thanks

[countv0ncunt]

Mourning bite beauty rn. When I finish my stick of mauve blush I'll probably cry

[girlboyburger]

you're nice to people who are bald or balding, right? you're nice to people with high hairlines? or weird hair growth? right? you don't make mean jokes about going bald at the expense of people who are going through the very scary and usually very isolating process of losing hair?? right???

[beanghostprincess]

My favorite genre of scene with the Straw hats is when they're all frightened they're going to get killed by a big big scary monster and Luffy looks at the creature like he's gonna befriend a tiny cute beetle

[lilybug-02]

I found another hyperfixation [Via]

[darkxaidan]

[bigfatbreak]

Birds of a Feather previous / next

[david-tennant-in-chairs]

Old habits die hard

1998 (age 27) and 2024 (age 53)

[cutie-chimera]

I need much bigger bite marks on my tummy 😢

[theaestheticmodels]

[musette22]

[fairy-verse]

The Allure of Fantastical Colours

The allure of colours so bright and vivid may trick you near, but heed the warning of the ancient tales, for nothing in nature is innocent and sweet when its colours are clear and bright, for it wishes to catch your eye and call you closer, closer, and closer, until either your blood runs cold or is drained from your veins completely.

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Artwork by @necropathys

[angies-writing-blog]

The thin linen beneath your body offers little shield against the cold of the ground. It seeps through, unrestrained, causing a quiver to ripple through your muscles.

Swiftly, it is gently replaced by Wukong’s hands, gliding soothingly up your leg. His fingers trace a path of warmth, yet the sharp edge of his claws lingers—an unspoken reminder of how effortlessly he could break you.

As he leans forward, his warm breath grazes the delicate skin of your inner thigh. Pleasurable shivers dance down your spine, awakening every nerve in your body and igniting your skin with a tantalizing warmth.

Softly, his lips brush against your skin, and a quiet, involuntary moan slips from your mouth. You feel the corners of his lips curl into a grin—one that reveals his teeth, sharp and dangerous, yet restrained as they caress delicately over your flesh.

Impatiently, the tip of his tongue flicks against the chosen spot, as if he can barely contain his eagerness to taste you, hinting at what lies ahead.

Another kiss, a playful nibble, and your body responds instinctively—muscles tensing, breath faltering, as desire steadily builds within you.

Deep in your flesh, his teeth then sink, sending a flash of searing pain that, in the next breath, melds with the heat coiling low in your belly.

Your hands find his hair, fingers weaving into it, and your grip only encourages his jaw to clench more forcefully. His tongue glides over the wound, tasting your essence with a fervor that both savors and demands more.

Eventually, the pressure on your thigh subsides, but the longing he leaves in his wake burns deep within, insatiable.

Raising your eyes to meet his, you find yourself captivated by his wild, fiery gaze—flames that threaten to consume you whole.

“Mine,” he growls, before marking you as his once more.

[ilovemesomevincentprice]

Vincent Price - The Raven (1963)