#caelestiigne

[maskdrawn]

[text]: Oh, Sus...Are those your only options? [text]: The lavender one works with the pink hair, so does the black. [text]: So one of those... the rest? burn them immediately, they're criminal.

@caelestiigne ( susie ) said: [text] pls help….what dress should i wear? ﹙♔.﹚— prompt › accepting

[6unish]

@caelestiigne asked: ❛ come on just . . . talk to me. ❜ / from rowan to billie

billie  worked  at  the  dentist  office  that  was  in  the  same  building  complex  where  rowan  worked,  so  they  often  met  for  lunch.  they  had  met  a  few  months  ago  when  billie  decided  she  was  bored  of  eating  in  her  car  and  decided  to  be  with  people.  most  of  them  were  boring  as  fuck,  but  now  rowan.  billie  wanted  to  know  everything  about  her,  especially  her  oral  hygiene  routine.  you  could  learn  a  lot  about  a  person  by  their  oral  hygiene.  ❝  what  do  you  want  me  to  say  ?  my  life  is  boring  as  fuck.  ❞  she  emphasized  the  f,  her  top  teeth  rubbing  against  her  bottom  lip  as  she  cursed.  ❝  i  wanna  know  if  you  extracted  anything  gnarly  from  patients  today  ?  ❞  she  asked,  covering  her  mouth  as  she  chewed  on  her  lunch.

[loveshard]

@caelestiigne sent: [ feed ] sender allows receiver to try a bite of their dish, holding their fork out for receiver to taste from ordinary things that feel intimate ask prompt

The aroma wafting up from the dish was undeniably enticing, making her stomach growl despite herself. The gesture was nothing but sweet, thoughtful even. She already finished her own dish in record speed, leaving no plate anything but sparkling clean. How could she possibly say no to free food?

"Reagan," Willow began, glancing down at their fork, inspecting it before theatrically narrowing her eyes at the dish. “are you sure you didn’t, like, poison this or something? I mean, you have been a little too eager about sharing. Suspiciously eager.”

[scaredoflove]

[ food ] sender brings food over to receiver's house / from octavia to carson

"octavia, hey…" carson begins, rubbing the back of his neck awkwardly, an old habit he can't seem to break. the boy hadn’t been expecting any visitors, certainly not someone like her—someone he thought was far too important to be showing up at his door. so when he sees her standing there, holding out a bag of fast food, a wave of nervousness washes over him. "how did you know what room i was staying in?" he questions mindlessly. her management provided you this hotel room, doofus. "never mind, that's a stupid question. uh... did you want to come in? or were you just dropping these off?"

ordinary things that feel intimate, @caelestiigne.

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤ" it was just a fall. see? " a real nasty fall. index and middle fingers become glazed by the smear of fresh blood that oozed from her right kneecap. a chunk of flesh was missing, but so was the pain as she probed at it; hand lifting in front of his face as she admired the red ichor in all it's gory glory.

ㅤㅤshe knew the implication of flaunting the sap of life in front of theo. she knew of his hunger, of the risks, but she'd grown tired of waiting for him to take her bait and bite. literally. " it's still warm. " sticky fingers reached out then, painting his lower lip red with a smug grin plastered on pretty, pale features; a shiver running down her spine when he finally licked at her offering. " sweet, right? "

@caelestiigne sent   ‘   🔴   ’ from theo / 19. your muse licking blood off of my muses finger.  

[strawberrieshaunt]

[ middle ] sender sticks their middle finger up at receiver / theo to zoe

they narrow their eyes, glancing over at theo. they didn’t trust him, didn’t feel comfortable around him- it’s progressively gotten worse since Zoe was turned.

“fuck you, too.” they respond, returning the middle finger with one of their own.

[tearfest]

ㅤㅤ" congratulations, by the way. i'm really happy for the two of you. " she couldn't even try to sound like she meant it, petty bitterness laced in her tone as she kept her hands firmly to herself despite temptations. " have you set a date? "

closed starter for @caelestiigne. based on.

[sickhearted]

soft giggle coming from his mouth oddly makes her feel better, his following statement continuing to comfort her. expected to be poked fun of or even ridiculed for her attempt, finally letting out a breathy laugh. "oh, the baking master? would've been way better to know before i even bothered trying," anya dramatically tosses her hands up, farce irritation laced within her tone before yet another laugh gives away her playful demeanor. "but okay! i should still have enough stuff for another batch, i might just stand back and let you handle it."

a small giggle erupts from miles & he shakes his head , eyeing the darkened cookies on the counter . " i'd still eat them if you wanted me to , y'know !! " eyes flicker back to anya & he grins , shoulders lifting into a shrug . " it's okay ! no worries , the baking master is here , " hands rest against his chest for emphasis that he's talking about himself . " and we're gonna make the best , most delicious christmas cookies the world's ever seeeen ! "

[maskdrawn]

She can’t help the laugh that comes from her at his words. “I went to hell and back.” She joked, brushing hair out of her face before trying to smooth the hair down so she looked semi-presentable. “It’s no big deal, honestly.” It wasn’t like she wasn’t used to things like this. Another day, another fight. Using a window as a mirror to check her hair was at least laying down now she sighed, using her thumb to brush blood away from her split lip. 

“It doesn’t look that bad, does it?” She asked, her eyes flickering to him. “I trust you to give it to me straight.”

@caelestiigne (richie tozier ) said: " what the fuck happened to you ? " ﹙♔.﹚— prompt › accepting

[6unish]

@caelestiigne asked: ❛ well, i do feel better now that you're here. ❜ / from reagan to connor

when  he  accepted  the  job  of  working  security  at  the  arena,  he  hadn't  expected  his  night  to  end  up  this  way.  he  had  been  assigned  to  escort  the  popstar  to  and  from  her  dressing  room  to  the  stage,  and  he  had  done  a  great  job  until  one  of  security  guards  let  in  a  crazy  fan  claiming  to  be  reagan's  best  friend.  never  did  he  think  apprehend  a  crazed  fan  nor  did  he  think  he'd  get  hit  square  in  the  jaw  with  such  powerful  force.  they're  in  her  dressing  room  now,  ice  was  placed  up  on  his  chin  as  he  turned  to  glanced  at  her,  ❝ are  you  hurt  any  ?  ❞  he  asked,  trying  to  hide  his  irish  accent,  being  in  the  states  had  helped,  but  he  very  much  sounded  like  he  was  in  the  motherland.

[loveshard]

@caelestiigne sent: [ 🍪 ] for our muses bake christmas-themed sugar cookies from holiday inbox memes

Nobody is safe when chief chef Devon comes around, Logan and himself included. Once he got his hands on the metal tin of dough, chaos erupted, the room transforming into a full-blown sugar-cookie war zone. The countertop was a battlefield of cookie cutters, half-used frosting tubes, and sprinkles scattered everywhere—most definitely not in any orderly fashion. He always did his best work in organized madness; organized by his standards at least.

“Logan, you are about to be a witness to a freakin' Christmas miracle,” Devon said, dramatically shaking a reindeer-shaped cookie cutter in the air, “these bad boys? They’re going to be my legacy. Future generations will talk about the great sugar cookie masterpieces of Devon for years to come. Just you wait.”

[scaredoflove]

you seriously think i could've done something like that ? / from keegan to lucy

lucy sits across from him, her eyes scanning the pages of a book she wasn’t really reading. she could feel the weight of keegan’s presence across from her, his restless energy was palpable. the girl wasn’t sure what he was referring to, but could only assume someone had claimed to hear her say something about him that wasn't true and told him about it. she put the book down slowly, her hands clasped tightly together in her lap as she met his gaze. “what do you mean? what is it that you think i supposedly said you’ve done?” she asked carefully.

the dusty toy box, @caelestiigne.

[cemeterysgirl]

ㅤㅤmaddox was a mystery. a handsome guy, seemingly with so much to offer to the world — and yet he was so willingly giving her the time of day. more than that, actually. a lot more with how they were tucked away in the corner, excluded from the rest of the party whilst she sat in his lap, pale and plump thighs crossed horizontally over his; arms twined around his shoulders with her fingers buried in the locks at the nape of his neck, practically cradling his face against her neck whilst sugaring kisses against the spot just behind his ear.

ㅤㅤ" i think your friends are watching... " voice heightens in pitch on the last word when his teeth sunk into the side of her throat, whites pinching at the pale skin with enough force to draw blood; the sweetness of the pain making her fingers tighten their hold in his hair. " are you trying to give them a show? and i thought you were a good boy. "

@caelestiigne sent   ‘   🔴   ’ from maddox  / 17. your muse accidentally biting my muse too hard, drawing blood.

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[phlipshea]

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