#opiaism

[twicedied]

𝐛𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 ✉ ➟ JAMES ( @opiaism​ ) sent:

∟         ❝ I don’t wanna be this good-looking and athletic. We all have our crosses to bear.❞

         ● † ●                      ❝ MHMM... ❞ Her lips thin against each other, the noise coming out in a hum as the girl gave a slow nod of her blonde head. He’s lucky he has the whole sexy accent thing going for him. ❝ Ooh -- and some of us bear actual crosses! You know, for actual reasons that have nothing to do with the oozing testosterone seeping from your pores? I’d tell you that you ought to get it checked out but I already know your diagnosis. You’ve got a case of inflated ego! Totally explains all the jerky posturing and the gross word vomit! ❞ 

[enmityangel]

A LITTLE LIGHT BANTER FOR THE LOVELY JEMIMAH ( @opiaism​ )

       ✦ ⛧  ✦             ❝ IT SEEMS A LITTLE COUNTER-INTUITIVE TO HIDE THE SUN IN THE DEEP, DEEP DARK BUT I DIGRESS --- ❞ He perches upon the frame of the bed like a bird...or perhaps a gargoyle is the better fitting analogy in this case. His arms are draped over his knees, wine-colored eyes staring not at Jemma but at the painting upon which she works. ( As all good mothers say: ‘One should never look directly at a source of light!’ ) Of course, he could draw her without looking at her, much as she has drawn him. He makes a face, brow raising.  ❝ Does my chin really look like that? I think you’d best have a look at the real thing for once instead of relying on dreams, hm? ❞ 

Really, he’d have to ask if any of them were sordid later.

[nimueries]

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 ➟  @opiaism​ // cesare

          ● ● ●                     ❝ HAVE I BEEN EXCOMMUNICATED AT LAST, CARDINAL? ❞ The sorceress grins but she does not turn away from her work. The grinding sounds of grains rolling between a mortar and pestle penetrate the thick air. ❝ Bishop Patricius could not hurl me into the sea so now the bastard son of the Pope has been sent in his stead? ❞ The lilting but faint sound of her laughter joins the sonata.  ❝ Temptation for the Temptress, is that it? ❞

[toujoursfleurea]

✉ ➟ @opiaism​​​ said:

∟   ( SURPRISE ) being found without an article of clothing (example: being found shirtless)

 a c c e p t i n g  ✓ ✓ ✓   seduction starters

╳                        She had waited impatiently for the roar of the Gryffindors to dissipate from their red and gold tent, the raucous crowd carrying their celebrations back into the castle and up to their high tower for what would inevitably be a night of intense drinking and merry-making. ( Of course, the reason behind their festivities had been hard-earned, even she - a Slytherin through and through - could admit. ) Ravenclaw had put up quite the fight and a game that had started in the early morning hours had gone on well into the afternoon! Even though it was the first match that Narcissa had deigned to watch in the entirety of her school career...the show had been well worth it.

Now her fingertips graze the thick canvas, easing it back as she slips inside the quiet of the lion’s den with serpentine grace. Narcissa allows her arctic eyes to trail over the room as they adjust to the change in lighting. She tries and fails not to inhale the thick scent in the air, heavy with sweat and a heady mixture of the primal sort of pheromones that tend to come with competition and victory. Blunt teeth nip at the inside of a soft cheek as she weaves through the wooden lockers and chests, heart rate rising with that same treacherous organ as it treks to her throat just to get stuck there.

She knows that he’s still here --- he is the one that told her to come find him, after all. Of course, she’s almost certain he meant outside the tent but...are any of the Blacks really known for their patience? In any case, she owes him for his little stunt in the stands earlier.

❝ Potter? ❞ 

She uses the surname out of habit - on the off chance that there’s still someone else lurking about. Narcissa may be imagining it but she can feel the heat in the room rising, settling over her aristocratic nose and her high cheeks like the starting wave of a fever. It’s only when the sound of the water stops that she realizes it had been running at all, steam spilling out of the entryway to the backroom in appropriate form for harkening what came next.

❝ James. ❞

Narcissa is unabashed in her staring, eyes beginning at the top of his dark head and the droplets of water bouncing off the ends of his unkempt curls. She inhales deeply, lower lip suddenly caught between blunt teeth as her gaze continues its leisurely stroll past gold-flecked eyes, a sun-burnt nose, and lips that part mid-sentence to curl into his signature, impish grin. She holds up two fingers, not so much requesting as demanding his silence as she follows the path of a rivulet of water along the curve of his Adam's apple and down the line of his tanned chest all the way to his navel. Only a few inches below - tucked securely around his waist - is a towel and the blonde swears that she has never known a more cursed object in her life.

❝ Well then, ❞ she breathes deeply, dragging her gaze back to his hazel irises. Infectious as his grin is, the girl can only mirror it once she’s wetted the parched flesh of her lips with her tongue. ❝ I know I came in here for a reason, but, wouldn’t you believe it, I’ve quite forgotten what it was? ❞  

[fullofaces]

@opiaism​  asked:      ❝ when were you going to tell me? ❞      from andromeda to sirius

                         head  bows,      his  favorite  cousin,      the  sister  he  never  had,      really.      he  finds  those  angry  hues  of  hers,      a  righteous  anger,      one  he  can  understand.      hands  close  his  robe  tighter,      sirius  takes  in  the  hurried  wrinkles  of  her  clothes,      the  mess  of  hair  on  her  head.      he  would  guess  she  found  out  not  that  long  ago,      that  she  hurried  there.      his  mouth  purses  in  a  tight  line,      guilt  weighting  on  them.      he  was  ashamed  of  his  appearance,      ashamed  of  his  situation,      ashamed  to  be  stuck  again  when  all  they  have  ever  wanted  was  to  be  free      --      both  of  them.          ❝  didn’t  know  how  to  tell  you  i  was  stuck  into  that  bloody  house  once  again,  cousin.  ❞          he  chances  a  small  smile,      hoping  she  understands  the  pain  of  it.      for  if  not  andromeda  to  get  it,      who  will  ?      she  knew  the  mold  this  family  tried  to  put  you  in,      the  way  they  broke  you  if  you  couldn’t  fit.      she  knew  the  cage  this  family  was,      the  itch  in  his  soul  to  flee,      to  break  free.

[theblckheir-a]

@opiaism​  asked:    dear diary… from andromeda !

                 june  27th,  1975

      she  left,      she  bloody  did  it      &&      she  might  be  my  favorite  cousin  right  now.      uncle  cygnus  was  red  in  the  face,      mother  chocked  on  her  wine  while  only  an  awkward  silence  remained.      it  was  the  best  dinner  party  ever,      i  can’t  thank  meda  enough.      this  was  bloody  brilliant.      had  to  send  her  a  letter,      still  waiting  for  a  reply  but  merlin,      i’m  so  excited.      for  it  means  it’s  possible,      it  means  that  if  i  have  to,      i  can  get  the  fuck  out.      out  of  this  family,      out  of  this  cage,      out  of  all  those  horrible  things  they  want  for  me,      that  they  want  for  my  future.      ah  meda,      you  don’t  know  the  fire  you’ve  lit  under  my  ribcage,      the  worry  in  father’s  eyes  when  he  looks  at  me.      because  he  knows  me,      he  made  me,      he  knows  i’m  leaving  soon,      he  knows  there  will  soon  be  a  choice  to  be  made      &&      he  already  knows  what  i’ll  do.      he  knows  i’ll  leave,      that  i’ll  never  share  his  beliefs.      cousin,      you  gave  me  strength,      maybe  one  day,      i’ll  remember  that  strength  and  i’ll  be  able  to  leave  too.

                august  30th,  1975

      i  didn’t  know  how  much  it  would  hurt,      she  never  said,      she  didn’t  tell  me  how  it  would  feel.      fuck,      meda  didn’t  say  i  would  feel  my  soul  tear  in  half,      my  heart  break.      i  thought  i  hated  them,      i  thought  i  only  wanted  to  leave,      to  never  see  their  faces  again.      but  it’s  been  two  weeks  and  i  feel  split  in  two.      i  thought  they  were  the  disease,      maybe  it’s  me,      for  i  miss  them,      for  i  yearn  to  be  among  my  blood  again.      but  those  are  words  i  won’t  ever  say  out  loud  for  i  can’t,      can’t  go  back  in  time,      can’t  go  back  to  them.      my  choice  is  made,      i  have  to  live  with  it  now.      i  don’t  regret  it  for  it  was  necessary  but,      fuck,      i  would  have  liked  to  know,      to  know  how  difficult  it  is.      maybe  one  day,      i’ll  be  able  to  talk  about  it  with  her.      if  she  knows  this  pain  too.

[hiddensteel]

@opiaism​  said             i’m here if you need to talk. ( from james )

        for as much as they bickered sansa knew that the moments of sincerity, such as this one, were genuine. because at the end of the day they’d known each other for years; it was WHY they knew how to get on each other’s nerves with ease, but it also meant that they could easily sense when something was off. it was almost frustrating. sansa spent so much energy projecting one appearance to the rest of the world only for him to s e e right through the mask. she supposed if it had to be anyone that didn’t fall for her act she was GLAD it was him. because he would understand, and he wouldn’t push or pry beyond what sansa was willing to share, even when it was nothing at all.          ❝  can you just sit with me for a little while? maybe tell me about that letter you received from home? ❞

endearing sentence starters  |  accepting !

[angcltouch]

                        𝐀 𝐆𝐎𝐃𝐃𝐄𝐒𝐒 𝐀𝐌𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐔𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐒 𝐖𝐇𝐎 𝐖𝐎𝐔𝐋𝐃 𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐄 𝐒𝐎?  she  had  give  up  on  olympus  after  so  many  orders,  after  so  much  pain  she  had  given  up  and  come  down  to  place  herself  among  the  humans                   but  then  again  they  were  NO  DIFFERENT  FROM  GODS,  power  and  greed  filled  their  hearts  and  when  human  eyes  fallen  upon  her  they  always  saw  nothing  more  but  her  beauty  and  she  was  truly  so  much  more  than  just  that.  eyes  fallen  upon  the  man  standing  before  her,  for  the  first  time  she  had  found  one  that  did  not  believed  in  a  higher  power,  but  would  he  truly  be  that  different  from  all  the  humans  she  had  crossed  paths  with ?  her  hopes  for  such  soul  WERE  LONG  GONE.              ❛❛   if  you  don’t  believe  why  stay  here ?   ❜❜

             @opiaism   ↷   plotted. 

[cloudbcrst]

                   ‘ WAIT !    OKAY    …    OKAY !        okay,    i’ll    tell    you    whatever    you    want    to    know.   ’                her    hands    were    raised    defensively    as    she    dared    to    take    a    step    back    to    bring    at    least    a    little    distance    between    her    and    the    threatening    stranger.    they    were    in    a    dark    back    alley    behind    the    bar    which    madison    had    been    planning    to    waste    her    night    in.    what    she    didn’t    expect    was    to    find    herself    out    here,    with    a    weapon    pointed    towards    her.                  / /      @opiaism    (  esmeralda  )

[twicedied]

𝐛𝐮𝐟𝐟𝐲 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐦𝐞𝐦𝐞 ✉ ➟ CESARE ( @opiaism​​ ) sent:

∟         ❝ Thank you for taking time in your busy life to come in here and get in the way of mine. ❞

        ● † ●                      ❝ OH MY GOD, GET OVER YOURSELF! ❞ Buffy huffed indignantly, green eyes rolling behind tanned lids to match the dramatics currently being tossed her not so merry way. Who the hell did he think he was? ❝ I just saved your life, some genuine thanks could go a long way in the brownie point department! I mean, no, it’s totally fine. Next time - next time I’ll just let the big bad vampire sink its pointy little teeth in you and then you can either save yourself and your big ol’ male pride OR you get turned and I stake your ass. Problem solved. Yay Buffy! ❞

[veelawand]

@opiaism liked for a starter !

FLEUR WAS TRYING TO BE AS OPTIMISTIC AS POSSIBLE GIVEN THE SITUATION.     she’d let herself take on as much hope & joy that she could muster in order to ease the tension around her home. with the presence of people besides herself & bill, it was much easier to keep everyone distracted. if not with positive energy then with the tension that still remained between the veela witch & her new sister. whichever ground they were on with one another, this was where her energy would remain until their next task. “ ginevra ? ” formal as ever, she placed two warm drinks on the table to establish a platform on which to start conversation. “ how are you ? ”

[nimueries]

𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐍'𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐀 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐈𝐓 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐌𝐀𝐘𝐁𝐄 𝐈𝐓 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐓 // @opiaism

[toujoursfleurea]

                       SHE HAD NOT KNOWN BEFORE THAT SHE WANTED ALL THESE THINGS, that she preferred dark hair and a slightly cruel expression, that she wishes for tallness, or that a man kneeling might thrill her. - Deathless, Catherynne M. Valente ( @opiaism )

[fullofaces]

@opiaism​  asked  :    ❝  let me get you something for the pain.  ❞    from james to sirius

                       ribs  are  hurting  like  a  bitch,      pearly  teeth  digging  into  the  muscle  of  his  tongue  to  keep  pain  quiet.      spell  took  him  quickly,      hit  him  out  of  nowhere,      no  time  to  react,      only  time  to  feel  the  pain.      eyelids  press  tightly,      sweat  a  thin  layer  on  his  flesh.      breath  is  uneven  but  he  still  manages  to  chuckle,      pained  smirk  on  his  lips,          ❝  ah  prongs,  there’s  nothing  like  pain  to  make  you  feel  alive.  ❞          speaking  is  difficult,      not  a  hardship  he’s  had  to  go  through  before.      but  he’ll  paint  happiness  on  his  friend’s  face  with  his  own  blood  if  he  has  to,      he’ll  never  let  worry  crinkle  his  brother’s  face.      to  laugh  in  the  face  of  death  is  their  destiny,      sirius  will  make  sure  his  laughter  echo  into  the  depth  of  hell,      that  a  grin  is  the  last  thing  both  of  their  faces  sport  into  eternity.

[archivednimueries]

❝ i will never be able to love you. ❞ from jeremiah

 a c c e p t i n g  ➟  nicole dollanganger starters

the good reverend .  // @opiaism

               ● ● ●                       ❝ Is that meant to hurt me or deter me, Father? ❞ 

Her fingers trail over the polished wood of each bench that she passes, the heels of her shoes muffled by the ornate carpeting that runs down the aisle towards the priest and the crucified image of Christ on high. Candles from earlier prayers are still alight, their flames flickering away and casting a preternatural glow on this…the witching hour. She comes to him so often in dead of night, just before the break of dawn. It’s when she can feel him tugging upon the thread that connects them, rolling it between his fingers like rosary beads. Generally, she’s already outside the church’s great double doors before his trembling fingers have managed to type out the first text.

❝ I’ve known for some time now that I was not made to be loved, ❞ she counters idly, intentionally keeping her distance from Jeremiah as she circles wide around him and settles on her knees before the altar of the Lord. ❝ I’ve been told as much by as many people. ❞Nimue does not cross herself or clasp her hands together, she simply stares up at the forlorn creature staring down at her. No matter the church or cathedral where he hangs, there is always a lone tear trailing down his gaunt cheek. What must the weight of such infinite sadness feel like?

❝ I think sometimes that I was made to hold the sins of the world. I was made to be looked at with lust, greed, and envy. I have been held in wrath, pride, and gluttony. I enchant and beguile until the soul is weak and the body wasted, given to sloth. ❞ This time she does look at him, blonde hair catching the light of the flames as she tilts her head his way. She licks her lips, a faint smile quirking at the corner of her mouth. If he wants to play this game, he must be aware that she excels at it. ❝ I am empty and hollow on my own, don’t you see? I was made to have the world poured into me and to take it all, knowing that I will never have my fill. ❞ 

She reaches out, gripping his hand in her own as she swivels on the altar steps. Nimue rests her cheek against his palm, nuzzling the calloused flesh. Violet eyes glance up at his face through thick lashes, demanding and unrelenting.

❝ I can absolve you of your sins, Father. ❞ Her lips graze the canvas of flesh where palm meets wrist, searing the skin. ❝ I will take them from you and call them mine. I will carry them like every other cross on my back and I will open to you the way to heaven. You need only be kind to me. ❞ She presses another soft kiss to the pad of his thumb, teeth dragging along the tip. ❝ — And charitable. ❞

[hiddensteel]

@opiaism  said             💚 for cesare? 💙 w. andromeda or guinevere? 💜 w. james ? trying to not send all the hearts for all my muses ngl lol

i’m totally down for all of those !!! esp that hateship because i'm weak for those ships

dynamic symbols  |  accepting ! 💚 =  friendship     /     💙 =  kinship     /     💜 =  hateship ( they hate each other but can’t stay away )