#fictives.

[ladyimaginarium]

and we can hide under the floorboards but your body was never built to last

house of the dragon. / death rattle — ethel cain.

[imaginariancathouse]

Title: le petit mort. Genre: Erotica, Romance, Angst, Fluff, Smuff, Hurt-Comfort. Fandom: GANGSTA. Characters: Beretta & Worick Arcangelo. Ship: Beretta/Worick ; Sharpshooter. For: Ais / @librastrai !! Summary: It was quite clear that they weren't going to talk about politics tonight; he'd had a taste of death and men fucked so good when they came face to face with Death. Rating: 18+. Warning(s): duaric ( otherwise known as m/f ) sex; oral sex; mild seven year age gap though they're obviously both very much so consenting adults & not to mention beretta literally could just kill his ass immediately if she really wanted to. A/N: ik i& sent this to u in private dms bestie but now its here in publique baybey !! for anyone who doesn't know, for context of this storyline, in this stage of their lives, they're romantically & sexually involved in a steamy love affair while additionally being colleagues under the corsican brothels as georgiana's protégées & he still serves as a mafioso in the monroe family; worick serves as beretta's benefactor, giving her money, jewels & other luxuries while she gives him her company & seductive affections in return; she's essentially his sugar baby & spoiled girlfriend, although he's seemingly unaware of her superhuman status, although he knows that she's definitely not all who she seems to be, which intrigues him even more. also this is unedited from the first draft i& showed ya & thus wouldn't be as detailed as it would be if it were the final thing lmao

When Worick comes to her apartment again in the upper echelons of the brothel with his clothes basically soaked all the way through with the summer rains and the scent of blood, Bellatrix can't help but giggle, but the intensity in his eyes and the fact he was barely holding himself back by a thread is enough to keep her silent for a moment, a smirk curving her lips as her legs spread. It was quite clear that they weren't going to talk about politics tonight; he'd had a taste of death and men fucked so good when they came face to face with Death. He quickly approaches the edge of her bed and grabs her hips to pull her closer to him in urgency, the feeling of his cold hands on the skin of her thighs elicit a gasp as he gets on his knees and laves his tongue over her slick arousal; his offering to her.

Today was an off day and she liked treats. Bellatrix keeps encouraging him, faster, harder, her hands weaving through his soaked blonde hair as he went to work in between her thighs. She didn't last too long with the way he makes her sing a sweet melody of soft sighs, hisses, moans and gasps, hips swaying and back arching like the waves of the ocean, his dark Aphrodite, his Lilith, his goddess.

When he's done, he leans in to give her neck a tender kiss and their lips meet, tongues intertwining like cherry knots, but not before Bellatrix tugs gently at his lower lip between her teeth. They'll have more fun later, she realizes as Worick simply takes off his soaked shirt and just flops his back on the bed and pulls her close to just lie here with him, eyes closing as his lips press in the space between her pulse and jawline. She's all he wants now.

It's been a long time since she's actually allowed herself to sleep for Chimeras didn't require the need to sleep, but Bellatrix was so comfortable right now merely lying on top of him that she couldn't resist.

They fall asleep together, inhaling the other.

Perhaps this is what peace looked like, only if for a night.

[interstellarsystem]

Nonhuman expressions of affection are great. Purring. Exposing weak points as a show of trust. Head bonks. Preening and chewing. Nuzzling. Biting. Intertwining tails. Feeding each other. Little chuffs, chatters, beeps and squeaks. Fluffing up of feathers, fur or other things. Dancing to impress. Cleaning their fur, scales, feathers or skin. Sharing body heat. Ears pointing toward those you care about to show your full attention is on them. Slow blinking.

[chiptrillino-art]

(ID in ALT Text) Happy very, very late Mother's Day!

I am not saying that zuko is sokkas substitute for kya. or they look in any way similar! The whole concept here is that something was happening at the moment, be it how they were laying in bed, how the hair pooled over the pillow, or how sokka was able to hold onto it. It just brought sokka back. It triggered a memory, and suddenly he relived a brief memory. Making him suddenly miss his mother again. hope you enjoy!

[autism2009]

wow i love trans people👍 i am reblogging this because i love trans people and totally not because the original post was about being a system👍 i am not a terf👍👍

[ladyimaginarium]

@dethqveen @dreamlandsystem

MY GOD WHAT HAVE I FOUND XD

I'm not sorry for having you know this exists XD

[s0upbuggi]

Sleepy fish... Sketch and close up below!

[automatopsied]

Drawing compilation I did of me!!! Edgar electric dreams fictive.... hahaha meee me meeeeee :D

[ladyimaginarium]

@dragynkeep

i’m crying idk what’s funnier the video or the comments

[ladyimaginarium]

close the door, let me in

gangsta. — kohske. / vacillator — ethel cain.

[imaginariancathouse]

beretta plays rough with striker; he adores it when she rakes her nails down his back, slaps him playfully while they're deep in coitus & bites at his lip as she kisses him. she knows he's sensitive around his neck area & marks him with lovebites and licks & vice versa. fighting gets him excited & he takes it out on beretta & she's all too willing when he celebrates his victory in a battle (which 99.9% of the time he conquers) by dragging her into an alleyway & fucking her quick & hard against the wall.

[thevvoices]

[ladyimaginarium]

@librastrai

[kaboom--bitch]

Treating your headmates like separate people isn't worsening your condition by default by the way. Treating them with respect isn't making you dissociate more. Final fusion is a fine thing to try and achieve, but people need to understand that functional multiplicity is a thing you can work to achieve in therapy too. Please stop pushing the idea that you need to treat your headmates like a disorder or curse in order to heal. You can be happily multiple if you want that.

[vampiriccollective]

Shout out to the systems that went through a “I’m fiction kin, oh also im gender fluid, and.. sexuality fluid? My face looks weird but I’m just gonna ignore it. I just have a bad memory, it’s nothing. Why does my name not feel right anymore? I wish I could just wear wigs everyday.” Kind of phase

And all the systems that had a “I refuse to call myself anything other than fiction kin until further notice,OR EVER” phase