#happyphantoming

[versezlesangre]

ofvalor asked: [ ruffle ] sender ruffles receiver’s hair. - vi to jinx

There's a piece of it that resents it, the way a little sister ought to resent babying, but there's another part of her that welcomes it, that feels happy in the recognition, happy that even for all that's different between them, for everything that's going on, that Violet isn't fearful of her, or hateful of her. Her arms have gathered her knees to her chest and she's sat, leaned to one side beside Vi, but one hands comes up to snatch her sister's hand from her and clasp it in her fingers, clench it between her cheek and her shoulder. Vi's skin on her hands are broken by hills and valleys of wear and tear, telltale signs of everything she's gone through in Stillwater. "I knew you'd find me" Jinx says eyes screwed shut, afraid to open, afraid that this isn't real.

@ofvalor

[versezlesangre]

And like a fawn that suddenly finds its legs, she finds the rhythm and the beat, something synched in the pulsing that's coming from her core and running through her blood and it seems to synch up with the rhythm of Kate, too. And suddenly, just like that, they're fucking. It's a bit transcendental for Gwen, who'd so fully abandoned boyhood and found so often little more than shame when confronted in the mirror with the last lingering vestiges of an old self she never really could bring herself to call home, but in the moment, she's reclaiming it for herself, turning it into something for her rather than against her, and Kate certainly isn't complaining. At all. They're making music together for a moment, sing-songing ecstatic moans and groans as they hit a straightaway and engage in jolly coital co-operation. The sting of Kate's fingers in her back followed by the static itch of her skin mending itself almost instantly. And inside Gwen, Venom is feeling something as well, a creature that feeds off of empathic hormones has never felt such a rush of sustenance. Gwen's eyes are closed as her face is buried in Kate's shoulders, nipping at her collarbone and the crook of her neck, and it's just as well, her eyes under those lids blacked over and given into something feral and hungry. Maybe she bites a little too deeply, too greedily. There's a sudden recoil as she realizes she thinks tastes more than Kate's soft skin on the tip of her tongue and Gwen pulls back, breathless, looking at the print of her teeth.

It takes them a bit to find the rhythm that feels the best, and even the awkward moving and shifting feels good to her - but it's the biting kiss against her neck that makes her loud. There are no words in her encouraging, but soft whines and gasping moans. Her eyes screw closed and she tightens her grip around Gwen, holding on like she might fall off of a cliff's edge - her fingernails dig into her back, and she can feel the marks she makes.

They heal too fast to leave a lasting mark, but she tries all the same.

When Gwen shifts and finally finds it, Kate gasps once more and lets out a string of words that don't form a full sentence. Lots of 'yes' and 'god' and 'fuck' woven together with hitches of breath and short inhales and exhaling sighs of pleasure. All the while her stomach tightens, and her thighs start to tremble with the effort of moving against her and not coming apart so quickly.

She doesn't last much longer before she finally cries out, burying her own face into whatever skin of Gwen's she can reach - her own kisses turning into bites as well, unable to express her pleasure and affection while she flutters around Gwen.

[shellshockedstudio]

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[qwertypoiuasmn]

Lorenzos bubble burst.

[voxyldy]

voxyldy

So graduation 👩🏻‍🎓 is a week from tomorrow and I am not starting any new projects until afterwards. So I am bored. And I did this.

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[versezlesangre]

Susie's display of solidarity twists her brain in a knot, and she half protests, getting as far as a raised hand and half a mouthed protest before her scabby knuckles fall to her side. Susie comes up to her, watches the knife trade hands between them. It dawns on her that Julie kissed her. Her fingers drags stripes through the bloody smear on her cheek.

"Toronto?" Julie asks, almost laughing. It's not a bad plan, maybe. It's hard for Julie to imagine life outside of Ormond in this moment, something that almost makes her sick. She's thought about little else beyond leaving this shit-hole for most of her life, and now when it's probably almost imperative to do so, she feels like her feet are leaden.

Her eyes go from the knife in her hands, to Susie's unassuming big eyes, and then to the dead girl in the stall beyond, all pale and blue and covered in her insides.

The whole bathroom smells like copper and lemons.

"Do we just... do we just go?"

Susie frowns immediately when Julie suggests that she just leave her behind. 'You can just bail, say you didn't now what was happening.' Some thanks that would be after Julie did this for her. The reminder sets off a glowing ember in the pit of her stomach and she shakes her head. As if to cement her resolve, she takes the file out of Julie's hands and wobbles into the stall, sliding it into the dead girl's torso with shaking hands before stumbling back out and handing it back to her best friend.

Susie's hands are now covered in blood as well and she's shaking still but her brow furrows into a grim, determined look. "No way. We're in this together." After all, the entire reason Julie had chased Little Miss Asshole into the school was on Susie's behalf. What kind of friend would she be if she abandoned her now?

She looks back at the cooling body with a trembling lip and she tries to think past the glaring panic that sits in her chest. "Frank and Joey..." she starts, but she doesn't know whether involving their friends would make things worse. Someone would come looking for her sooner rather than later, and even if they managed to hide her body and clean up all the blood, fingers will still be pointed their way as the last people to see her alive, and not on a good note.

"We need to run." The words fall out of her mouth before she's done thinking it through but the longer it's out there, the more it makes sense. What was the point of sticking around in shitty ass Ormond with a town that would never be anything more than a completely forgotten dot on a map? "We could go to Toronto, or Vancouver maybe. Someplace easy to disappear until they forget about us."

[moonburnartstudio]

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[weburlesque]

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[t-shirt-share-design]

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[viktordevonne]

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[versezlesangre]

[ takeout ] sender shows up to receiver's place with dinner. - elena/sabina

Elena opens the door and Sabina's there, dangling a plastic bag with a gradient of thank-you's in red down the side. "Well, hell-oooo." She says with a bounce of her brows and a quick and dirty appraisal of her compatriot. "Make way, Elena." Sabina slips by Elena, unannounced and self-welcoming. She's bored, they're in between gigs, and it's not too often they get stationed in her old stomping ground. The smells of Bengali are billowing out of the bag already and she turns on her heel once she's surely inside. "Hope you're hungry - tonight, we practice naan-violence." It's a good opener, one she doesn't expect anyone but her practiced palate for punnery to appreciate the sheer hilarity of. She laughs at her own joke, because it's cute in a pathetic way that disarms people. Flirting is just tactics, anyways. @silencedrage

[versezlesangre]

"You say that, but you don't even know what it means."

The expression that the words pull from her face is doubtful, incredulous, and almost borders on contempt, as if she's heard it before.

It's because she has.

"I'm not just damaged goods, I'm-..." Gwen's voice goes quiet and her spine ices up in the moment. What appelation should be applied there? A monster? Murderer? Both are appropriate and true. Toxic is the most apt thing her mind settles in. "I'm not worth the risk, Kate. I'm not meant for..." She motions between them searching for the resolution to spit out the painful truth. "This... whatver this is? That's happening between us? It's gonna end badly - it always does."

❛ your fascination with me will be your death. ❜ - Gwen/Kate

Her answer probably shouldn't be a defiant 'so be it', but she can tell something is different - off - about Gwen. There's an air about her that seems dangerous, but Kate doesn't really care about danger most times anyways. Instead she moves forward, finger tips grazing along Gwen's forearm in an attempt to close the distance between them. "I can't tell if you're trying to scare me away or warn me - but Gwen, I'm not going anywhere, okay? I want to be right here, no matter what happens."

[viktordevonne]

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[versezlesangre]

It had all been so fuckin' fast. She's been thinking about it for weeks, ever since Frank got on the stupid 'bend the world to your will' speech while they were all sitting around blazed stupid and laughing off the high. But this? This was real, man. For weeks she's been hoping for a reason. Praying for a reason. Wishing for a reason. Murder? Murder's not art, it's not some sort of fucking exercise in intellect and expressio. They all like to joke about it like it is, about how fuckin' radical burning this shit-hole intersection in the back of Alberta to the ground would be, and what better place for it all to devolve into this kind of psychotic than their school's first foray into emulating their down-south neighbors with this stupid Homecoming thing. None of the sheep in this town are special to her, none of them except her three friends. Homecoming queen? Fuck, man, that's fucking hilarious. It's still hilarious to her, seeing that bitch collapsed in a bathroom stall in the mirror behind her, twenty eight kisses decorating her stupid fucking dress and her stupid fucking face. She's still a little breathless - from the run, from the fight, and she's taking a deep breath when she sees Susie moving in her periphery. She turns, and stands, awkward, arms to her sides, one hand died read, knife dripping - it's the same way she always stands in a corner when she doesn't wanna be seen. But Susie sees her anyways and the girl's thumb on her chin makes her take in a whole mouthful of air - she expects to get hit with a wall of fear, or regret, or disgust when Susie's touch breaks the tension, but she isn't. She's hit with relief, with pride - she hadn't been lying when she'd told Frank she wouldn't kill for him but that reservation didn't hold here - she's known Susie Lavoie for as long as she's known what a friend is. Susie's kiss on her cheek makes Julie's shoulders sag as she relaxes for a half a beat. "Y-you're welcome. Y'ou're good." It's that same disaffected air she puts on whenever she's trying to sound humble, as fake as the plastic crown on the dead bully's ugly fucking mop of fake curls.

Jules is staring at Susie's lips when she asks the question it's everything she can muster to pull her thoughts away from where her mind's taking her so she finally turns to regard her work without the distance of a mirror's reflection and it's horrific and gruesome and there's no shot they're getting out of this, right? Her footprints are all over. Queenie's friends are all gonna know who did it. She sees a mop and a rack full of chemicals. "M-Maybe we clean this up, Frank's got a car..."

"I don't know." She says. "I'm cooked. But you're safe, you can- you can just bail, say you didn't know what was happening."

She knows she's an easy target for the popular kids at the school. She's small, unassuming, and unless Julie is around, there's hardly anything intimidating about her. It's why she makes a habit of not walking around too often without Julie or Joey or even Frank if she has to choose somebody.

Susie just wanted to get a soda from the booster club, and had accidentally bumped into the homecoming queen and a few of her lackeys. They were brave when it is just Susie by herself, pushing and needling at her until something snaps and she shoves back at the other girl hard. There's a look of shock, than incandescent rage, followed by a sickeningly gleeful look as she informs Susie that she'll be pressing charges for assault.

The stupid bitch crows about it too loudly because that's when Julie appears, like an avenging angel, taking one look at Susie's tearstained face before rounding on the offenders.

The rest of them scatter as Julie chases the homecoming queen into the school, and Susie follows after the sound of hellish screams. By the time she enters the bathroom, the girl is begging for her life even as Julie plunges the sharpened file into her torso over and over again.

She is absolutely drenched in blood when she staggers out but Susie pays it no mind, inching closer to the sink. A part of her knows that they should run, before anyone could come investigate their victim's death screams, but Susie is mesmerized by the trail of blood that is smeared across Julie's chin. Reaching out, she carefully rubs it away, not that it matters when her best friend is covered in the gore and remnants of the homecoming queen, but it's a quiet bit of intimacy that Susie lets herself indulge in. "Thanks for saving me," she says with a shy grin, swooping in briefly to press a kiss to Julie's bloody cheek. Her lips come away with a tinge of crimson, and she licks at them curiously. "What should we do with her?"

[versezlesangre]

It had just slipped out. It was a thought that had been sitting at the back of her mind when she'd come to the front of the cabin to see what was happening, and when she'd seen her lay hands on Jackie, she felt it in her chest. In her gut, all twisting up in her insides. Now here in the aftermath, with everyone split up to cool off, Shauna's stewing in the attic, and Jackie's acting like she's stupid for being upset. But ever since Winter's come, it's been getting worse. They're running out of food, they're all cooped up from the cold. Her hormones are all screw to shit and every day it just feels like somebody's testing her patience. She keeps quiet, she always keeps quiet. She's so fucking sick of keeping quiet. They'd pulled her off the other girl quickly, using the baby as leverage. She's already sick of the baby. Of what it means.

"I'm being weird? You're the one acting like nothing happened. She was going to hit you. I stopped her. You should be thanking me.

❛ no one touches what’s mine. ❜ Your Jackie My Shauna

Her first instinct is to blush and duck her head demurely at the tone Shauna uses with her-- But Shauna isn't Jeff. And this isn't the place. And she isn't that girl anymore. The blush still comes, but she scoffs and crosses her arms over her chest and turns away to hide it. The little blossom of heat at being called Shauna's worms its way through her gut, terrifying and exhilarating all at once.

"Stop being so weird, Shipman." She finally grumbles out, hoping the cold gives her enough of an excuse as to why her cheeks and ears are red.

[versezlesangre]

She tenses, tries to smile, and her cheeks flush in enraptured embarrassment as she feels herself pressing againt Kate. She'd never gotten very far with boys. Not even with Peter; they'd never had the chance. Intimacy had always been such a distant need for her until it wasn't really an option anymore. The ramifications of openness and its potentialities too terrifying, even before the advent of the symbiote. But here in the moment, in this moment? She hates herself for not. For caging herself the way she has. Kate's scent, the hot of her breath on Gwen's neck, the warmth of her weight sitting on top of her while everything tenses and tightens. Kate's embarrassment fades enough for her to purr a pet name into her ear, something that in another time she might have resented, but she's too caught up in the slow boil now to see it as anything other than affection.

Baby-girl. The steam of it outweighs the unseriousness and before she can expel a sheepish giggle it makes Gwen's teeth sink into her own bottom lip as she tries to figure out what to do with all this new sensation. She's pleasured herself before, sure. But that couldn't even strike a spark next to just the hint of what's building between she and Kate right now. Part of it is Kate - part of it is the notion of being with her. The Symbiote's sensibilities echo this. It is big on unity. Gwen lets Kate snake her fingers under her bra, onto her thigh. She grips, tenderly - too afraid to do harm but unable to let her grip slacken. Kate's hand pulls her head this way and that and Gwen winces at the pull but only just so. There's something of comfort she's found in being controlled, even if she'd never say it out loud. Kate's thumb at her hips, too elicits further, ticklish gasps, which make her shiver more.

She feel's Kate's chest in her hand - grips at her thigh. The tone in her voice is different from anything Gwen's ever heard. Anywhere you want... The field stretches out before her and Gwen's fingers play at where they've come to rest; massaging, caressing, her hips shift at Kate's touch, too, and everything moves in unison as they tangle themselves up in eachother.

Her entire body feels electric. The way Gwen's hands explore her torso makes her crave more, which is always the problem. Kate always wants more, needs more, needs to feel like she's something more than she's not. As much as she tries, she can't push the thoughts away -- her mind running through what ifs and fears even as she gasps softly into Gwen's ear.

She can feel the growing arousal between her thighs and wastes no time in rolling her hips down, with another soft inhale. Words stick in her throat, both from embarrassment and the reluctance to push Gwen further than she already is. Kate tries to remind herself that despite herself, they're both here for a reason and fuck it, if she doesn't want to give Gwen the best experience.

Between her sharp inhales and breathy sighs from keeping her hips moving downward and wet kisses against Gwen's neck, she manages to murmur, "It's okay, baby girl." One of her hands goes to the one Gwen is using to touch her, and drags it up higher, beneath the cloth of her bra. "Here. And this one.." She does the same with the other, clutching the sheets, but to the back of her thigh. "You can touch me anywhere you want -- please touch me."

She still sounds so breathless and knows that she'd be ashamed of herself later for giving into baser desires, but she can't help it. Her own hands trail their own path - one still firmly in Gwen's hair to tug and pull and tilt her head where she wants, while the other starts to trace shapes with her thumb at Gwen's hips.