#calico coins

[calicocollections]

GENDERPLAYFUL

a gender system where one’s gender is or relates to [__] and playfulness, feeling playful and [__], a playful [__], etc. can also be used as a gender itself.

As a gender itself, it simply describes a gender that's playful in nature, or represents playfulness.

coined by @calicocollections, flag on the left is the genderplayful flag, on the right is the genderplayful template. feel free to use and tag me in any genderplayful coins you make!

[the-masquerade-council]

Calico Tom pride flag.

This can be used by any man or similar gender with XX* chromosomes. Whether they are intersex, trans, part of a system in a body that has XX chromosomes, or some combination.

*also including chromosomes variations such triple(or more) X and XXY

The flag design is based off the bear flag. The black, brown, orange, and off white are common colors of calico cats. With the lighter blue-green representing non-binary and multi-gender men, and the darker blue representing binary men

[terms-made-by-toons]

🐈 Calico Xenintation 🐈‍⬛

Calico Xenintation, a queer presentation label based off the concept and aesthetics of Calico Cats, concepts related to Calico Cats or just Calico Cats in general, A presentation outside the traditional/typical gender binaries.

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@presentationflag-archive - @blood-moon-night-coining - @radiomogai - @liomarchive

[lovely-mogai]

Sleepycalicomulviboard

A gender that can only most accurately be described by the moodboard above.

[No id]

[tanuki-kimono]

Hello!

Do you have any kimonos that contain bells or Maneki Neko? I love both and would love to see some :3

Hi! Bonshô (Buddhist temple bell) and dôtaku (Yayoi period bell) are rare on garments, but tiny bells are pretty common on kimono and obi are those are super auspicious objects (ring was thought to ward off evil away)! Look for for 鈴 suzu.

Maneki neko are more a cute novelty pattern but you can find items patterned with beckoning cat/other animals or auspicious calico cat, often associated with gold koban coins :3

[lgbt-helpcentre]

LIFE SERIES; LIFE XENOS

these are my own personal designs for xenogenders based off the lifes in the life series! with the new heart symbols/colours :3

requested by ... no one!

╰����→ DARKGREENLIFEIC

or dgreenlifeic for short

a gender which relates to the dark green lives seen within season 2 of 3rd life; last life, and/or the sense of security which comes with having more than 4 lives.

a gender which relates to the green lives from all five of the 3rd life seasons, the security that comes with having three lives and/or the fear that comes with being targeted by red lives for being on green.

╰💚→ GREENLIFEIC

a gender which relates to the yellow lives from all five of the 3rd life seasons, and/or the fear/ uncertainty/frustration that comes with being so close to red life.

╰💛→ YELLOWLIFEIC

a gender which relates to the red lives from all five seasons of the 3rd life seasons, the bloodlust and chaotic nature that comes with it and/or the paranoia that comes with being so close to death and getting the urge to harm those around you, as well as the feeling of loneliness at having to leave your allies as a red life.

╰❤️→ REDLIFEIC

[craftandco]

Hello^^...

Suite du projet "bateau de plaisance" sur base de l' Arche playmobil...

_Création du point repas/ lit parental

_Création du coin lit "bb"

_Réaménagement du coin salle de bain

[kandi-fox]

MLPSPINNIC . MYLITTLEPONYSPINNIC

a spingender in some way related to or affected by a spinterest / special interest in the show my little pony! This can be for any of the generations but was made with generation 4 in mind! Exclusive to autistic people

MLPHYPIC . MYLITTLEPONYHYPIC

a hyperfixationgender in some way related to or affected by a hyperfixation on the show my little pony! This can be for any of the generations but was made with generation 4 in mind. Exclusive to those who experience hyperfixations

[archival-arrival]

CalicoCatgender

a gender related to calico cats specifically! this gender may feel cat-like, spotted in different shades or covered in patches of different colours and soft.

CalicoCatPictic

a gender related to pictures of calico cats!

names: calico kit/kitty kat/cat patch(es)

pronouns: cal/ico or cal/calico cat/cats kit/kat kit/kitty patch/patches

[shoccolatine]

things i associate them with

╰┈➤ ❝ LUCIFER. ❞

red wine, dark chocolate, violin music, clinking of glasses, the light chatter in a restaurant, rustling papers, papercuts, loose black feathers, waltzing, chandeliers, skulls, cologne, red wax seals.

╰┈➤ ❝ MAMMON. ❞

chocolate coins, white chocolate, gold chains, the smell of tires and gasoline, mechanic grease smears, leather, the divot in your favourite spot on the couch, coins jingling, fuzzy dice, warm hugs.

╰┈➤ ❝ LEVIATHAN. ❞

pixel art, neon signs, LED strip lights, glitchcore, songs made in mario paint, multiple desktop screens, the clear purple N64 i've had since 2000, aquariums, jellyfish, 20-sided dice, ramune, ecco the dolphin.

╰┈➤ ❝ SATAN. ❞

cats (specifically calico), new book smell, dusty shelves, the rough feeling of novel pages between your fingers, introspection, dark academia aesthetic, existential thoughts, freshly brewed coffee, elbow patches on sweaters, paws and tails.

╰┈➤ ❝ ASMODEUS. ❞

velvet, lace, flowers and leaves, whispering secrets to each other, mirrors, clay masks, warm hugs, sunlight streaming through sheer curtains, gentle laughter heard from another room, glitter, strawberry shortcake, holding pinkies.

╰┈➤ ❝ BEELZEBUB. ❞

all-you-can-eat buffets, sitting with family/friends at the dinner table, the refreshing feeling of downing an entire glass of cold water, a roaring crowd, drops of sweat, grass stains, laughing so hard your stomach hurts, big fangs.

╰┈➤ ❝ BELPHEGOR. ❞

cows, thick socks, pillows, big sweaters, naps, sleepy cuddles, moonlight through the curtains, warming up cold hands, hot chocolate, deep conversations at 3am, watching the stars, astronomy, thorns.

[ickadori]

++ 𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐉𝐈

[summary] your older brother, togame, has told you time and time again not to get involved with any of the men he hangs around with, and you don’t…well, not knowingly.

[cws] fem reader -> reader is a college student & described as shy. kissing. mostly fluff-ish.

[wc] 2.5k

It was an unspoken -not that unspoken, actually, being as though Togame made sure to reiterate it whenever you came around him and his ‘friends’- rule that you weren’t allowed to get chummy with the people he hung out with.

He called them his friends, and maybe they were, but that wasn’t all they were to him. You weren’t that same little kid who believed that your presents came from a man in a red suit and that the tooth fairy was the one to leave those coins underneath your pillow whenever you lost a tooth.

You had known your brother was in a gang since you were a teenager, and you have to admit that he had done a good enough job at hiding it, but you were a nosy little shit, his words verbatim, and liked to peek around corners and eavesdrop on conversations you weren’t included in.

You could understand why he didn’t want you getting close to the people in his gang - it was for your safety. Gangs tended to have rivals, and family members were frequently targeted as a result, but you had yet to have anything happen to you besides a few cold looks from a few sketchy looking people. You thought Togame was just being paranoid, but even still, you obeyed his requests.

Before you met Choji, that is.

You hadn’t known who he was when you first met him, he was just some guy volunteering at the same local animal shelter you were who was constantly getting reprimanded for letting the flighty cats out of their cages for pets and cuddles.

You’d thought him cute, with his bright smile and wavy hair, and had always found yourself laughing to yourself at his antics. You would have liked to strike up a conversation with him, but you had always been a bit shy and reserved when it came to approaching people.

Unbeknownst to you, Choji had known exactly who you were. Him and Togame had been friends for years and were as thick as thieves, and the lackadaisical man hadn’t had any qualms about talking about you in his presence - it was mostly small stuff; how you were a good kid who had gotten a near full ride scholarship to college, a shy girl who he worried about constantly while you were off on your own during the school semesters, how he dreaded the day you’d come back with a boyfriend.

It had taken a while for you finally build up the courage to talk to him -something that he thought you’d never do, he later revealed to you- and when you finally had, you felt incredibly silly that you had been so nervous to approach him.

He was sweet.

His jokes were funny, even if a few of them went over your head, and he was always smiling, big brown eyes crinkling at the corners. He was nice when he spoke to you, and he actually seemed interested in getting to know you. He asked about your major and praised you when you told him about it, inquired about your classes and listened to you complain about the difficulty of some of them with an empathetic ear, offering a smile that never failed to make your stomach flutter and lift your mood.

He had his own special names for all of the cats in the shelter, and he took the time to tell you about each one. He’d take you cage by cage and recount the story of how he came up with their name, his finger poking through the bars of the cage to rub at their fluffy heads.

“This one here is Dumbo - I think that one is pretty self explanatory.” You peer into the cage he’s stopped in front of, and you can’t help the coo that leaves your mouth at the sight of the calico kitten rolling around inside.

Their ears, a mix of browns and oranges, look entirely too big for their small body, and they twitch wildly on their head as Choji scratches underneath their chin. You glance from Dumbo to him, and a warmth settles in your cheeks when you notice his gaze is already on you, small smile on his face.

“Um, they’re really cute.” You stammer out, hands wringing together as you shuffle a bit on your feet.

“Yeah, she is.” He looks at you as he says it. “Cutest one in the whole shelter - I hope I get to take her home one day.”

That’s how it all started - your relationship.

The both of you eventually advanced from only speaking at the shelter to exchanging numbers, and more nights than not you found yourself giggling in your bed and burying your face into your pillow. It seemed like he knew exactly what to say to have a grin on your face and a warmth in your cheeks - not that what he was saying was particularly risqué, not even close, you were just terribly unused to having a man’s attention on you, a cute, funny, sweet, kind, silly man.

Oh, you really like him, don’t you?

The revelation comes at the end of summer break, and it leaves you an anxious, fidgety mess. You like Choji, a lot, more than you’ve ever liked anyone before, and that’s scary because what if he doesn’t feel the same?

You guys talk nearly everyday, and he’s always calling you honey and laughing when you get wide-eyed and bashful at the pet name. He compliments your outfits and calls them cute, notices when you do something different with your hair and says it suits you. He walks you home after you’re done volunteering, and lingers on the sidewalk until he sees you make it inside safe. Your phone always chimes with a notification of a text as soon as the latch clicks into place - ‘You forgot something.’, and you always rush back out despite knowing you’ve got everything you left the house with that same morning, just to be met with his arms locking around your waist as he squeezes you tight.

But that doesn’t necessarily mean that he likes you. Boys are weird, and while Choji has you beat by a few years that still doesn’t exclude him, right? Maybe he was just humoring you, teasing you…

“Hey,” you wince when a finger flicks your forehead, and you rub the spot as you shoot an annoyed look to your brother. “You’re not eating. What’re you trying to say about my cooking?” Togame lifts a forkful of pasta to his mouth, and you scrunch your nose at the way he slurps it down, splashes of sauce splattering as a result. He makes a noise as he looks at the mess, and you dab at the spots with your napkin, getting a hum and a nod in return.

“I’m just not all that hungry, is all. I ate when I was out.” And you had. You and Choji had stopped off at a cafe you had been eyeing, and he had pulled your chair out for you when you went to do it yourself. He had even offered you some of his dish when he caught you eyeing it for the umpteenth time, placing a decent portion on his fork before he had held it up towards your mouth and smiled as you ate it.

“Oh.” Togame props his fist up on his cheek as he observes you, and you quirk a brow at him, a silent question of ‘what?’ hanging in the air. “You’ve been eating out a lot recently.”

“Yeah, so?” You don’t miss the suspiciousness in his tone.

“I thought you didn’t like eating out by yourself, it made you nervous and all that.”

“I wasn’t by myself.” You say without thinking, and you press your lips together as you find a newfound interest in the paint on the walls. It could use a new paint job, actually…

“Yeah? Who were you with?”

“You don’t know them.”

“Try me. I know all the guys around here. I’m sure I’ve heard of him before.”

“You don’t know him, Jo.”

“So it’s a guy?”

“Huh?”

“You’ve been going out with a guy, right? You said ‘him’.” You purse your lips. “So, who is he? He your boyfriend?”

“No, he’s not my boyfriend.” You heat up at the word, the thought of Choji being your boyfriend making you a bit happier than it should. “We’re just friends. That’s all. It doesn’t matter anyways… I go back on campus tomorrow, anyways.”

You copy his earlier pose, fist propping up your cheek as you twirl your noodles around your fork. The rest of the dinner goes by uneventfully, Togame having weaseled the information he wanted out of you, and he lets you trudge back to your room with a heavy pat to your head and a lazy grin.

A breath of air escapes you as you flop onto your bed, and as soon as your head hits the pillow your phone chimes. The speed at which you lunge for it would be embarrassing if anyone had witnessed it, but you can’t find it in yourself to care when you see just who it is that texted you.

Choji: Come downstairs.

You jump as you read it. He’s here? You don’t bother replying, instead rushing over to your vanity as you smooth down your flyaways. You retouch your lipgloss, briefly wondering if it’s silly to do so before casting the thought away, and then you’re creeping out of your room and into the living room. There’s no sign of Togame, and you scoop down to grab your shoes off the rack by the door before closing your hand around the handle to the doo—

“Where’re you sneaking off to?”

You flinch. “Ah, just to my car. I left my wallet in there earlier, or at least I hope I left it in there.” You turn your head over your shoulder to give him a sheepish smile, and he narrows his eyes. “I’ll be right back.” You don’t give him a chance to say anything else before you’re rushing out of the door and closing it behind you. You quickly slip your feet into your shoes and dart down the stairs, a muted scream leaving you when you nearly trip down them and slam into the concrete before you managed to catch yourself.

You take it slow down the rest, not wanting the last time (at least for a while) Choji sees you to be with a black eye or a busted lip.

You spot him a bit further down the street leaning against the trunk of his car, and you quickly make your way over. His head turns to you when he hears you approaching, and a smile breaks out onto his face when he sees you. He opens his arms up, and you waste no time walking into his embrace, your own arms closing around his waist just as his do the same to you.

“Hey,” he speaks into your ear, and you suck in a shaky breath as you say a ‘hi’ back. “You’re cold.” His hands move to your arms to rub them, his eyes falling to the thin shirt and sleep shorts you wear, and you give a shrug of your shoulder.

“I’m fine.” His hands keep rubbing at your arms, and while you feel like you’d be content standing like this until sunrise, you are curious about his sudden appearance. “Why’re you here?”

“I wanted to see you before you left.” He admits, and your mood turns somber at the reminder that you wouldn’t be seeing him anymore. “Wanted to ask you something, too.” You nod, your hands moving to clasp together as your eyes meet and you blink. He looks a bit more serious tonight, and you think it’s the most serious you’ve ever seen him. You had gotten used to his contagious smiles and bright eyes, so to see him like this, brows pulled together and lips set in a straight line, is a bit of a shock.

“Oh, okay. What did you want to ask?”

There’s a beat of silence that seems to drag on for forever, and your nerves start getting the better of you as you shift on your feet, nails biting into the backs of your hands as your gaze drops from his.

He’s quick to tilt your head back up with a hand under your chin, and you don’t have time to brace yourself before his lips are pressing against yours. Your heart lurches into your throat at the contact, and your eyes open wide as his close shut.

His hand on your chin moves so it’s cupping the side of your neck, and you gasp when his free arm curls around your waist and tugs you up against him. He pulls back just as quick as he pushed forward, and you find yourself leaning forward, chasing after his touch. He chuckles at the eagerness but kisses you again nonetheless, and while you’re mostly inexperienced with boys, you have kissed a few to know what to do.

Your lips press against his a bit firmer, and you feel him smile against you before his tongue is tracing against your bottom lip, silently asking for a request that you happily fulfill. Your mouth opens to let him inside, and a shocked moan bubbles up out of your throat as his tongue slides in to rub against your own.

His hand splays against your back, keeping you pressed right up against him, and your own hands twist into the material of his hoodie as you struggle to keep up with his pace.

His nose bumps into your own as the kiss grows more intense, and your head is swimming when he sucks on your tongue with a lewd squelch, prompting you to pull back as you heave out ragged breaths. “Ch-Choji.”

“Do you wanna be mine?” He blurts, mouth moving against the skin of your throat; kissing, sucking, nipping. “Is that okay with you?”

“H-Huh?” Your grip on his hoodie tightens further. “What?”

“I want you.” He says through a laugh, and a noise that has the tips of your ears burning leaves your mouth as he sucks a mark into your skin. “All for myself. Can I have you?” He comes up to press his forehead against yours, breaths mixing together, and you nod your head, hesitantly at first.

“Have me? Like, as a girlfriend?”

He laughs again and you don’t think you’ll ever get tired of the sound. “Yeah, like a girlfriend.”

It’s your turn to smile as you nod again, more enthusiastic this time, and his lips smack against yours one more time before his face is nuzzling down into the crook of your neck, and that’s when you see it.

Through his rear windshield.

An orange jacket that you’ve seen your brother strutting around in enough to know exactly what it represents.

Oh, shit.

[calicocollections]

SUMTUMNGENDER

1) a gender where one's gender is the transitioning period between summer and autumn 2) a gender where one's gender is both summergender and autumngender at the same time.

coined by me!

[gentlebeardsbarngrill]

Samba Baking Class Notes

Okay sorry all, I should have waited to post the full note list but I got excited so yeah, here's everything I was able to note down while trying to make the pie. Please correct me if I'm wrong and you all heard something different! The Main news:

He's not done posting BTS! He's done posting BTS Screencaps (grabs? I was confused by the terminology, basically "scenes")! Apparently it's illegal to post those (and Samba had these on his phone and edited them together) so he'll still post BTS but it wont be stuff taken by his phone. He is worried about being sued by max. We've all offered to crowd fund his legal fees.

BTS Stuff:

Roach was only supposed to be on the show for 6 episodes-- and there was more to the "sewed his own arm up" scene. Apparently Taika liked where he was going with it and told him to go ahead, so Stede asked him. "What happened".

Roach said he was in a huge battle with someone and his brother and him were both there, and his arm got cut off, and there was his brothers arm, that also got cut off, and so he sewed his brothers arm back on to himself

2. There was a scene that wasn't used regarding the money jar -

Stede says lets get the money jar, everyone contributes it:

Oluwande puts down a few coins, Wee John puts something in and says he stole this off a corpse , Roach made money doing tattoos down at the dock, Black pete says "id rather not say how I earned this" Buttons puts down a shell and just says "the sea".

Stede then says:

Now it’s time to visualize our dream ship— Roach Says: Our dream ship has fully stocked kitchen, Wee John Says: He has a room Pete says: Lucius is alive on our dream ship, Everyone goes awwww

Then Samba mentioned why Buttons had to be tied to a rope because he’d just go drown in the sea.

He also said that Buttons: “Is probably out there, a big seagull, just humping the ocean, living his best life"

3. When they were auditioning for the Gentleman Pirate, they also auditioned Paul Bettany!

4. Also -- Calico Jack could have been played by Michael Fassbender! Samba thinks Michael Fassbender would have been horrifying as Calico Jack, we'd be more scared than anything.

"Will Arnett killed it-- he was perfect, he's a douche" (Affectionately)

5. Also: Vico does nothing but Twerk between scenes (mostly with Madeleine).

6: Regarding Tangy/Zangy Scene:

The kids: (Taika's kids were not present for that angle). The kids were supposed to ask: "Are you two boyfriends?" (That's why you hear it briefly in the video because that's the stage person giving them some lines.

His Quotes:

Unprompted: "IS SAMBA AN ASS MAN"

"WHY ARE YOU ASKING STOP IT"

"Sorry, I was distracted thinking of Rhys' calves (Abs?)

"The gentleman pirate I presume" -- he said SO many times

"I heard there was an Aurora Borealis, apparently there were so many OFMD fans it made the sky gay" (I'm paraphrasing)

"Con can only be contacted by (crow?)"

"Don't light your kitchen on fire, I've done that before"

Fan quotes: "#PeachesTonight"

Several fans wore mud masks and showed it to Samba (in honor of him!)

Other thing to note: "Hbo execs said ofmd was too expensive" So that's interesting, I guess that part was true?

[ewanmitchellcrumbs]

Under Cotton and Calicoes

Pairing: Osferth (The Last Kingdom) x f!reader Warnings: Orgasm control, outdoor sex, smut. Word count: ~1.6k

Summary: In the space between darkness and light, her and Osferth discover the freedom to be exactly as they are.

Author's note: Day eight of the Smuffmas prompts - "sunrise and orgasm control". No tag list. Follow @fics-by-ewanmitchellcrumbs and turn on post notifications.

She climbs the grassy embankment, picking each step carefully in the darkness. The dew drops that cover the soft surface dampen the bottom of her skirt, but she finds the coolness of it against her bare ankles refreshing.

This is her favourite time of day, the hours that linger between darkness and light, when the sky hovers over the horizon with muted hues of blush pink and lilac. She often finds herself in this spot, looking out over Wintanceaster as it still sleeps, her mind flooded with all she had hoped for when she had first arrived here, and all that this place has stolen away from her since.

When she had left her father’s small farmstead she had been in search of freedom, an escape from the mundane. Wintanceaster had seemed lively and exciting, full of opportunity, though she swiftly learned that this only applies if you are a man.

She had taken a job at the alehouse to begin with. She is not quite sure how she ended up in the employment of the local brothel, a temporary arrangement for additional coin that had somehow become permanent. She cannot deny that the money she stashes away now is a larger sum than what she had earned serving flagons of ale and bowls of stew, however, with every man that molds their flesh to hers she cannot help but feel she has simply escaped one entrapment to fall into another; the scenery has changed, yet the shackles remain the same. Once the money beneath her pillow reaches a sufficient quantity, she will leave this place. For now, she is resigned to looking upon it in the cold light of dawn.

In the empty space she occupies in the twilight hours, she is not the daughter of a farmer, she is not a whore, she is simply her, free to think on her dreams as the sky lightens and the day begins anew.

Her head turns, the rustle of footsteps alerting her to a presence beside her.

“Forgive me, my lady, I did not mean to startle you. I thought I was alone.”

She recognises him. A holy man that has accompanied the warriors that travelled here a few days prior. Though his piety is not without question, when she considers the two visits he has made to her place of employment since arriving here. The two women he had laid with had fought viciously over him.

“Hmm,” she smiles softly, “I thought I was alone too.”

He swallows thickly, blue eyes averting their gaze as he clasps his hands behind his back. “If you’d prefer to be alone, I can always–”

Ordinarily, she would balk at the idea of being alone in the darkness with a strange man, but she feels perfectly safe in the gentle presence of this one. He means her no harm.

“Stay,” she interjects, “there is room enough for two. You are Osferth?”

He nods and enquires after her name, bowing slightly as she tells him. The formality of the gesture almost makes her want to laugh.

“I see that sleep evades you too, my lady,” he says, moving to stand beside her, cocking his head as he glances sideways at her.

“It often does,” she sighs, looking out at the horizon. “But I prefer this time of day. It is freeing to not feel obligated, to simply–”

“Be yourself?” He finishes for her, with a raise of his eyebrow.

“So you understand. Is that why you do not sleep either?”

“I understand more than I’d care to admit,” he tells her, scraping his boot against the ground, an obvious gesture of discomfort.

“But you travel in the company of Uhtred of Bebbanburg, what could you possibly have to escape from? Heroism?”

She chuckles drily, causing him to frown as he bows his head, pursing his lips tightly.

“I am a bastard,” he states simply.

“No shame in being a bastard,” she says with a shrug.

“So I am told, but I am nothing more until I prove otherwise. King Alfred’s bastard, the baby monk, I have to fight every day to be seen as more. All I want to be is…Osferth. Simply Osferth.”

She softens, turning towards him, eyes half lidded in sympathetic understanding. “I doubt it provides any comfort, but to me you are simply Osferth.”

“It provides more comfort than you could possibly understand, my lady,” he admits quietly, large eyes staring into hers.

She studies his features silently, the sharp jut of his jaw, his high cheekbones, the straightness of his nose. He is beautiful when the time is taken to really study him, and without thinking her hand reaches up, fingers tracing the outline of his features.

He steps back quickly, eyes widening slightly in surprise. “I have no silver to pay you.”

Her hand drops back to her side as she feels her skin grow hot with embarrassment. “How silly of me to think you could actually understand,” she says bitterly, looking away.

“I did not mean to offend you,” he tells her, his tone pleading as he steps towards her once more.

She shakes her head. “You have not. It is foolish of me to think I could ever be seen as anything more than a whore.”

Osferth’s brow furrows, and he grasps her hand in his. The touch of his flesh against hers feels as though she has been branded, yet she does not jerk away.

“You are so much more.”

“You do not know me.”

“I would like to.”

She looks up at him, taken aback by how impossibly close he is to her, his breath fans across her face as his gaze locks with hers.

“Why?” She whispers.

“There is a reason I did not choose you over those other women,” he says earnestly. “You are beautiful, my lady, worth more than any payment I could possibly give.”

“Then I shall not accept your payment,” she breathes, leaning up to press her lips to his.

He responds in kind, leaning down, and the hand not holding hers reaches up to cup her cheek, his large palm enveloping her skin in its warmth. His lips are soft, yet his kiss is firm and tender. She savours the intimacy of it, sighing softly as her body relaxes against his.

“Are you sure you wish to do this?” He utters, as they reluctantly draw back, foreheads pressed together.

Her pulse races, her core throbbing with need, surrounded by his earthy scent and the heat that radiates off of him. She has never been more certain of anything in her life.

She captures his lips with hers once more in silent answer, and his arms wrap around her waist, pulling her tighter against him.

As they drop to their knees, she pushes him back by the shoulder, shifting to straddle him. Their hands are almost frenzied, their breaths coming in hurried puffs, in their rush to push up her skirt and his robe, before he tugs down his trousers and breeches enough to free himself.

It is only then that they slow the pace. His head falls back against the damp grass as she takes him in her hand, a quiet groan escaping him as she rubs the tip of his hardened cock through her rapidly gathering slick. Sliding herself against it, she repeats the motion, back and forth, preparing herself to take him inside.

His hands disappear beneath her dress, fingers indenting into her hips as he whimpers quietly. “Please, my lady, I will not last if you keep this up.”

She giggles, raising up to guide him to her opening. “Patience, sweet Osferth.”

They both sigh in relief as she sinks down upon him, the length of him stretching her in a way that guides the head of him to brush against a patch inside of her that steals her breath away.

The pace she sets is unhurried, slowly rocking herself atop him, revelling in the exquisite torture of having him touch upon that particular place over and over. If ever she were to experience what it is to be worshipped then this surely must be it. His hold on her hips is almost bruising, made all the more divine when juxtaposed with the reverence of his gaze as he looks up at her, brows pinched together and jaw slack.

She moans, head tipping back as she allows her movements to become faster and more determined. In her peripheral vision she sees the first golden rays of morning breaching the inky blackness of the sky.

Osferth pulsates inside of her, his breathing now reduced to ragged pants. “Oh, please, I’m going to–”

“Not yet,” she whispers, slowing her pace, working her way towards the pinnacle of the ever tightening knot in her gut. “With me.”

His fingertips press tighter into the meat of her, his eyes screwing shut. She brings herself down upon him once, twice, three times more, chasing the sensation that’s about to crest over her, until she finally lets go, closing her eyes and tightening around him with a pleasured cry.

He grunts, bucking upwards, holding her against him as she feels him twitch, spilling himself inside of her. As she catches her breath, eyes blinking open, the dull orange of the sun has chased away the darkness almost entirely, its faint hues slowly lightening the surrounding fields and expanse of the town below them. 

For once, she exists exactly as she is outside the cover of twilight hours, and it gives her hope.

Osferth pulls himself to sit up, keeping himself buried inside of her as she remains in his lap, and they wrap their arms around each other.

“When I return, I will find you,” he whispers.

“Perhaps by then I will finally be free to live as I please.”

“I would like that for both of us,” he replies.

But for now, they will always have this moment, kept immortal in the quiet of dawn.

[yourdarlingness]

──　CALIADORCAKIC　⸝⸝　︵︵

。　a catgender related to calico cats, being adorable, and liking cakes

DAY 1 — cats ｡ @dolliecworpse ' s coining event !

···　note :　first time coining !! EEEEE

[lgbt-helpcentre]

LIFE SERIES; BOOGEYMAN XENOS

genders relating to the boogeyman curses in last life and limited life!

requested by ... no one!

╰💚→ BOOGEYDARKGREENLIFEIC

or boogeydgreenlifeic/bdgreenlifeic for short

a gender which relates to being on the dark green life in the second season 3rd life; last life and being the boogeyman and/or the feeling of anxiety at the possibility of going to red and losing the many lives you have.

or bgreenlifeic for short

╰💚→ BOOGEYGREENLIFEIC

a gender which relates to being on your green life in last life/limited life as well as being the boogeyman, and/or the fear of losing your lives/hours if you don't fulfill your task.

or byellowlifeic for short

╰💛→ BOOGEYYELLOWLIFEIC

a gender which relates to being on your yellow life in last life/limited life as well as being the boogeyman, and/or the fear of losing your life/hours if you don't fulfill your task.