#apphrodite

[ofthestcrs]

Time seemed to be Caleb’s worse enemy, so it seemed. How long had it been since he’d seen her? He’d been stuck in his own head, so focused on shit that didn’t matter that he’d pushed away the one thing that had mattered to him. Her.

And she looked beautiful. More than he remembered. Breath caught in his throat as they locked eyes. He couldn’t look away if he tried. He didn’t know if he should say something. Didn’t know if she wanted to hear what he might want to say, but she was heading his direction anyways.

“Wow.” It’s the first word he can think to say, “Hi! It’s been … so long … too long.” He tries not to let his eyes leave her face. He doesn’t want her to get the wrong impression. He doesn’t want her to feel like he’s worse than he already feels he is.

“You look … amazing! I … hi.” His cheeks flushed. He wondered if an apology would mean anything to her. He didn’t know how to make up for his absence. He didn’t know how to make it feel sincere. He just hoped she’d feel it.

@apphrodite

[charmantevamp]

Audrey said: bi rights and bi wrongs - also queer solidarity and liberation! ft people she wants to kiss/has kissed/will kiss.

Tagging - in no particular order: @honorhearted (Benjamin Tallmadge - straight but an ally to the core, or at least I'd hope so... hopefully the Major is well aware of the bi disaster he is getting involved with), @apphrodite (pan), Lestat de Lioncourt (bisexual-biromantic - if I tagged every Lestat I interacted with I'd run out of space, but <3), @2kyears (pan). @eclipsecrowned (Gabrielle de Lioncourt - lesbian), @gentlejack (the butch lesbian of... ever).

— and @extasiie (bisexual-biromantic), and Audrey (bisexual-biromantic).

Plain icons under the cut.

[ayakoito]

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Me & You!! ♥

[unriliable-narrarator]

why are all children of Aphrodite lesbians?

[chaoticjoke]

@apphrodite cont. from here

Black-rimmed eyes lazily followed the blonde's movements. "Proud?" he asked, lifting an eyebrow, amused with the blonde's words.

Did she just call him "sweetcheeks"? The Agent of Chaos wasn't sure if he was alright with that term of endearment. "There's nothing to be proud of, Becks. Not much of an accomplishment."

"But-ah---" a sound of the opening switchblade pierced the air. "I can make you a badge of honor!" Joker giggled, his gaze darkened, eyes glimmering with malice. "C'mere", he encouraged, patting the spot to sit next to him.

[sheldoney]

"Would you like to come in for a while, Becky? I have wine."

@apphrodite

[tramaqueen]

“ we all have secrets, don’t we? ”  - From Becky {Bad Girl Verse}

𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒

“Sure. You being one of them, because it’s dangerous if anyone knows how much you mean to me. It’s just a part of my life that I never wanted, yet…was born into. The great below takes EVERYTHING from me to keep the hate brewing inside. It’s only a matter of time.”

Sitting adjacent to her in the tub Faora gives her a forced smile before passing her the fork with a cigarette wedged between the prongs. Things couldn’t be this secretive forever though, and the murderess knew it. She tried to keep an open mind; maybe Becky had similar secrets that would protect her from Fae’s past. But for now, the twisted brunette tried to reassure her that being so guarded wasn’t from a place of distrust toward her.

“I can’t lose you too. If you know too much then…I think it’ll increase the chances of that happening, ya know?”

@apphrodite

[homicidalqueeen]

"You don't have to grip so tightly though..."

Came a small mumble that escaped the blonde's lips - This girl surely was more uplifting and full of energy than herself, though their personalities were very... different, which was probably a good thing.

"T-Thanks... I guess" Becky shortly added, nerves coursed through her as she didn't know exactly what the other blonde had actually amended...

"Are ya one of those tendah headed people?" Harley made a psh sound coming from painted lips and pulled just a bit tighter as she made two pig tails mirroring her own. She came around on the chair to face Becky fully and grinned her white teeth when she admired her work. "There! Perfect!"

[nightmarefuele]

@apphrodite | here.

Bouncer One screws up his nose, watching Aftershave leaf out that envelope. Sends this look to Bouncer Two, all, We got a situation on our hands?

❝ Sweet as you seem, ❞ Aftershave tucks the yellow thing in real close (he even backs off a step - some muscle he is), because he wasn't expecting that, this real unruffled attitude about the lady, " I got orders -- "

And Thing One's hand swoops in, snatching that package so quick that Two's got his piece out and showing by the time Aftershave completes his spin. Sees it, which is just this slick Beretta number, but Two's thumb in the danger zone. Ready and waiting.

❝ Think we're just gonna let you walk with this? Shiiit ... ❞ Coaxing the envelope open, One is. Angling and squinting a look inside ...

Then all that throbbing sound in the place flattens out DEAD.

One and Two angle their heads (in order) around. There's a crackle, a fuzzy blanket of noise in the neon, come up through every speaker in the place like floaties to swimming-pool surface.

Thdump-ump, invisible microphone coming on.

❝ Well, now. Don't you fine fellas look like somebody spit in your cereal? Aht-ta-ta-ta-ta, uhh, no -- I wouldn't try to walkie your boys out there. Y'see, they're-eh, receiving a standing mutilation. ❞

Murmurs starting to bubble up from other rooms; that dance floor below, getting topsy-turvy-er by the second. Panic.

❝ Oh, and: every digital or analogue signal your little operation in there relies on to com-mun-i-cate runs through one lonely little private service, which, as of now, happens to be out of commission. So. Seeing as your mob employers don't give out handbooks for this sorta situation, why don't I reveal your cards? I have twenty barrels of gasoline rigged to blow in some very specific spots. ❞

Now people are screaming. (Well -- it's more like yelling, with these little yelps in-between; how much more does he gotta spell it out for them?)

❝ My demand is simple: one of you is gonna get me upstairs. I have a few requests to discuss with your employer ... Ta' do that, I need someone he trusts. And I believe Mizzz Beck-y here just volunteered herself. ❞

[ofthestcrs]

@apphrodite

With the roll of the blonde's emeralds and a small sigh that followed, Becky hadn't realised how focused she was on her delivery when her attention had now been fixated with the man standing in front of her - Was he new in town?

Or maybe being the hermit she was, she just never bothered to meet any of her neighbours.

"Oh uh - Don't be sorry. The mail has been shitty these few weeks and so I'm sorry my stuff keeps coming your way " She responded finally, her cheeks turning a slight shade of crimson.

"Don't wanna make ya think that you've got a creepy admirer sending you gifts and all" The sudden low chuckle that slipped her plush lips made her own stomach turn, she wanted to kick herself, but this was probably why she never liked to meet people. ever....

"I'm Becky, by the way"

Kestrel was still awkwardly holding the box that had her goods in his hands and thus he set it down on the porch. He shouldn't have rung the doorbell, but he felt obligated to do as much and it had seemed she had been hawking the window for her goods anyways. Part of him wondered what she had ordered, but really it was none of his business. It was probably just clothes or make up or whatever ladies were into these days. He couldn't be sure. Though this wasn't the first time the mail for her had ended up on his doorstep. She just hadn't been home or hadn't answered the door quick enough the last few times. Perhaps that's why he felt more comfortable ringing the doorbell, confident enough that she wouldn't answer. He was wrong.

"Well the label says your house number instead of mine, so I was pretty confident that it wasn't for me." Kestrel said, "And I assumed as much since the label also had your name on it. I uh I'm Kestrel." He said with an awkward wave. "Well, hope you have a good day with your goods, ma'am."

[charmantevamp]

“Just let me have one kiss…” - From Becky { Bad Girl Verse }

@apphrodite

Stunned silence from the harlot. She’s been propositioned before, of course, never in such a gentle manner.

She’s usually the one seducing, seldom the one taking the fall. Otherwise people have to pay her time.

To have her beneath you is a privilege few earn. It takes a special kind of boldness and insubordination to like someone like Audrey, perhaps… a bit of naïveté. See her as better than she is.

“Alright, chérie,” she replied softly, earnestly befuddled. “Anything more than a kiss, will cost you. I can grind, I assure you, but it’s the harlotting we do with our clothes on that settles our fates.”

[ayakoito]

💛: i just think you’re cute!

🔊 : I’m just really glad I started following you!

Aww thank you!!

[chaoticjoke]

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Ears down! Literally you are so talented - I always hear Mr J whenever you unleash the chaos! and there’s no doubt about it 🤡 🫠 <3

send  👂🏻  if  you  can  hear  my  character’s  voice  in  my  writing

Thank you so much bb!! I adore your writing and the plot we have going on. There's so much to unpack though ;);)

[sheldoney]

"What makes you think that?" cont from here x

The blonde acted somewhat defiantly towards the man's statement, and rather than thanking him, she reciprocated with a defensive answer. Though when she had split minute to rethink, she pushed and buried all some of her past away and her brows became knotted as she canted her head.

"I'm sorry... of course. I would actually...Love some company"

Sheldon gave her an odd look, his head canted to the side. He wondered briefly why she reacted that way. Did she not want company after all? Was she busy? He didn't want to bother her so he was about to say he would gladly sit by himself but then she changed her mind, so he shrugged his shoulders and took a seat across from her.

"You sure? You seem...conflicted? I don't want to be a bother if you have other plans, Miss."

@apphrodite

[notquiteahitman]

❛  you’re gonna come for me later ?  ❜ - For Belle

@apphrodite sent  *  ―  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐘  𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃  𝐎𝐅  𝐓𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆. 

"Well..."

There's a pause, a moment in which Belle pauses to pretend to consider. An exaggerated thinking face crosses her features for a moment, delicate hands reaching for her drink, a sip being taken just to add a bit of suspense, then:

"That depends how good you are, doesn't it, babe?"

[charmantevamp]

@apphrodite.