#para 002

[phantomofinferno]

-> PORNOPHILICDEPHILIA

a paraphilia in regards to the attraction to being shown pornography/pornographic content without your consent (or by extension, showing others pornographic content without their consent ).

emoji code: 💢📸

i do not condone non consensual behavior. please act with caution and consent. this is simply just a label for an attraction and not an excuse to harm others without their consent.

[erenozkurt]

. ₊˚ ♡  eren özkurt asiste al festival de caridad.

[dianynn]

Dear Darling - Darling in the franxx🌹

* Capa para doação.

* Design: @dianynn 🌹

[mxvick]

                                 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 .

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❝ sender pantomimes eating something, asking for receiver to get them something to eat .   ❞

                                     with @wantsallfab .

            *　  /　　o lobisomem saiu em uma missão para atender ao pedido da bruxa. não deveria ser uma tarefa difícil, mas acabou levando mais tempo do que esperava. perguntou-se várias vezes se ela gostaria daquilo sempre que se deparava com uma opção ou outra. deveria ter perguntado, obviamente. a solução foi pegar algumas opções diferentes e ver o que mais a agradaria. maverick retornou com espetinhos de churrasco, yakisoba, bolo de chocolate e torta de limão. " não disse se era doce ou salgado… " explicou-se, dispondo as opções à mesa, na frente dela. " coma o que quiser. mas posso buscar outra coisa, se preferir. "

[wmucody]

para 002 : cody & frannie.

Cody ran his hair through his soft hair for what seemed like the sixteenth time. There was a small cowlick that couldn't help but stick up no matter what way he brushed his hair. Rumbling through his toiletries bag beneath him, he pulled out his hair product and lightly tapped the powder into his hair, manoeuvring each strand with precision so it was sitting perfect for drinks with Frannie.

He stood confidently in front of the mirror. Now that his hair was sorted, he was ready to take on the drinking world with someone who had quite literally captivated him recently. Something that was rare for the man. His eyes ran over his outfit to ensure no specs of dust or fuzz gathering. He picked out a pair of his finest, casual loafers complimented with tailored black trousers, with a beige shirt not fully buttoned. A slight hint of his chest and collar bones were exposed.

Cody had never been invited to someone else's father gathering before. Of course when he was younger he attended his friend's birthday parties but he was never accompanying someone to a family party as their date? Was it a date? He had hoped so. The connection was growing deeper between Cody and Frannie. Something that quite frankly frightened him however the enjoyment overshadowed the fear so far. It was an honour to be here. She could have picked anyone but here he was, in one of the Fabray's spare rooms, amazed at the size. He had grown up in a nice, big family home however it was nothing compared to this.

Closing his room door, Cody headed towards Frannie's door. The route already implemented in his head. They had agreed in the car over when the coast was clear he would sneak to her room. Silently as not to awake any Fabray's. Pissing off her family really wasn't the overall impression he was trying to make. Arriving at the bedroom door, Cody cleared his throat before knocking modestly. "Frannie?" He asked, making his presence known before he walked into the other's room. "I'm ready."

@wmufranniefabray

[mir-iamwilde]

Hey, Dad, Look at me, Think Back and Talk to me, Did I Grow Up According to Plan? || Self Para

LOCATION: Midge's apartment.

TIMEFRAME: 10/24, evening.

WARNINGS: Violence, abuse, slut shaming, religion.

SUMMARY: Aaron shows up at Midge's apartment and he's not happy about the picture she sent him.

Midge had barely gotten in from class when she heard a loud knock at her door. Making her way to it, she probably should have looked to see who was there before opening it, but too late, because as she swung the door open, there was her father. Shoving it open faster and stepping inside before Midge even had the opportunity to process what was happening. She stepped back, fear radiating through her body. It wasn’t as if she didn’t expect Aaron to be upset with her, but she thought she would see him at the church, and he’d have to just lecture her under his breath when no one was around. The last thing she expected was for him to show up here. 

“Daddy?” She said, her voice shaking slightly, “What are you doing here? This is such a nice surprise.” Midge tried to sound pleased, hoping that maybe somehow she could get out of this with an apology and sweet demeanor. 

“Miriam, you know exactly why I’m here, it’s not a surprise.” He answered, his voice booming through her apartment as he closed the door behind himself, locking it with a loud click that made her jump. 

“I’m not sure, is something wrong?” She asked, afraid that if she admitted to knowing too easily that he’d know she had been trying to piss him off and would get angrier. 

“Do you want to tell me about this photo?” He asked, pulling his phone from his pocket and waving the screen in her face, the picture of her and Danny clear as day. Midge looked away, shame filling her, but Aaron’s fingers grabbed her jaw and yanked her focus back to the phone, “Do you know what I see? I see a whore, a whore in a low cut top, drinking booze and whoring herself out to a man who looks like he’s never prayed a day in his life. Is that what you see, Miriam? Do you see a whore?” 

The words stung, almost worse than the way his fingers were digging into her skin, but still she shook her head, pulling away from his grip but keeping her eyes on his phone this time, until finally looking up to meet his eyes. “Daddy, I’m sorry. It was that lockdown, it was just…I was scared and I wasn’t acting like mys-” She was cut off as his hand swept over her face, so quickly, her body spun around and she collapsed to the floor, before she even felt the pain of it burning into her flesh. Tears instantly welled up in her eyes, and her own hand flew up to her cheek. Her body shook from fear, pain and the tears as she gently felt her face, as if checking to make sure it was all still there. 

“Look at me, Miriam.” Her father said, but she couldn’t seem to move her body. “I said, look at me, Miriam.” Still she remained sitting on the floor facing away from him, her body frozen with fear and shock. Apparently, he felt he had waited long enough and suddenly a hand was grasping her hair and hauling her to her feet. Aaron shoved her against the door now, his hand wrapping around her throat. Midge’s eyes widened, he had never laid a hand on her before this, she knew he had hit Zach, and she hated thinking about it, but he had never hit her, and she didn’t know how far this was going to, she didn’t know how to act. 

She began to pull at his hand, trying to gasp for a breath, but there was no air. “You will NOT embarrass me, Miriam. Do you understand? You will not be an embarrassment to this family, ever again. You will dress modestly, you will BEHAVE modestly. Is that clear?” He said, his voice ice cold and all Midge could do was nod in agreement. He released her finally, and she fell to the floor again, gasping for air and then coughing as it filled her lungs and burned. She felt like she wanted to puke, the coughing so strong she was sure she would at any moment. Aaron grabbed her jaw again, harder this time and pulled her face to meet his again. “If you want to continue to behave like a whore, you better get used to this, because this is how whores get treated.” He let her go and a sob escaped her, “I’m sorry, Daddy.” She said, her voice raspy from both the coughing and the tears. “I’m not a whore, I promise. I won’t embarrass you again.” She said, hoping that this was over, that he would leave her to cry alone in her apartment. 

“Good. Now, get up. Respectable women do not sit on the kitchen floor crying. Get up, clean yourself up, and get started on dinner.” She looked up at him confused as he sat down on one of her kitchen chairs. 

“I didn’t have anything planned for dinner,” She said, her voice and body shaky as she stood from her spot, afraid to move any closer to him. 

“You have a guest, Miriam, you should always have something on hand to provide for your guests. I’ll be staying for dinner, and I am quite hungry, so please, don’t keep me waiting. Clean yourself up and begin cooking.” 

Midge moved quickly to the sink, turning on the cold water and getting her hands wet to wipe the tears from her face. Her face and throat ached and throbbed, but she couldn’t think about that now. She moved the water to hot, washed her hands, and then began pulling out pots to cook pasta for dinner. Terrified of any wrong move he might make in front of her father. She cooked quickly, and ate silently, though really she just moved food around her plate. When he was finished, she cleaned both their plates, and he watched as she cleaned the rest of the dishes and the kitchen, before finally standing and excusing himself for the night. “Goodnight, Miriam,” He said, giving her a hug that felt more like a reminder of the warning he’d given earlier. “I’m so glad we had this talk.” He added, before leaving through the same door he’d entered and shutting it behind him. 

[mconwrites]

// @postergrl

it’s second nature, the way he moves quickly to open up the passenger side door for her. ever the gentleman. and despite the fact they only parted ways a few hours ago, he still smiles like he hasn’t seen her in several weeks. because it doesn’t really matter, does it — how long it’s been ? there’s always the same happiness felt at being back in her presence. “ watch your step, ” he reminds her, one hand taking hers as the other rests on her back, an attempt to help her up into the jeep. content when she’s in safely, warm inside the heated space, he jogs round to take his place back behind the wheel. “ so… what have you been upto in the— what, six hours ? since I last saw you ? ” a hearty chuckle, eyes glancing from to road, to her, and back again. there’s something so wistful about the way the street lights illuminate her every time they pass one. a longing sigh escaping his mouth, confused as it meets his ears. it almost begs him to wake up and see the truth that’s right before his very eyes. a simple truth made up of four little letters: l o v e.

[everywordisstraightfrommyheart]

✩ ᴄʟᴏꜱᴇᴅ ⨾ @hxppybxtch (Ji-Eun) ✩ ʟᴏᴄᴀᴛɪᴏɴ ⨾ Namsam Coffee (Jung-gu, Seoul)

"우리는 언제 운명을 부여하기 시작할 예정입니까?" When are we going to start giving fate it's due?

Ji-Ho didn't realize he'd spoken until he saw the woman in front of him slowly pivot on her heels, her features coming into focus. He'd known from when he joined the line, it was her that stood directly in front of him. Ji-Eun. Yet, whenever he thought of her his chest became restrictive and his heart roared. This instance was no different. He glanced behind him for his secretary but she hadn't yet made her into the cafe. Which was for the best, he supposed. At the office, he was the reclusive and cold CEO. He'd perfected the art of keeping everyone at arms length. It worked. People seemed to be the biggest disappointments and he saved himself whenever he lowed his expectations.

"어떻게 도와 드릴까요?" How can I help you? The barista asked with a friendly enough smile. "It's your turn, Eunnie," Her nickname felt both foreign and reminiscent on his tongue. Similar to that of a salty yet sweet treat packed into a bite-size dessert. A part of him felt giddy in her presence. The other felt shame and guilt. They'd only spoken a total of two times since the day they'd ran into each other randomly. However, he still felt undeserving. Years passed and this feeling was burrowed deep within his heart.

Why should she give him the time of day now? He wasn't a constance in her life anymore. He was the past like yesterday or the many yesterday's before then. No longer was he the center of her world. Before he would never have thought of constants and time but now that's all he pondered.

[romanrhodes]

where: Rhodes Farm, Hawthorne Hideaway with: Roman Rhodes ( self-para ) when: April 15th 2024

The parcel had been misleading, it had caught him off guard. Roman had ordered a new camera for the incubator, in the run-up to hatching another batch of chickens to increase the farm's egg productivity. So when a box roughly the size of a small wireless camera had come to the farm, with the farm's address with no name, he assumed it for him.

Instead, he opened the box to find another box, and he recognised the brand immediately. His stomach dropped, and he knew he should leave it alone, but his curiosity burned inside him. He opened the box of hard, top-quality cardboard in dark, dark blue and gold lettering. Inside was another box of velvet, in royal blue. He popped it open, and a beautiful watch Roman immediately recognised stared back at him, unmoving. A white face with gold hands, numbers, metal, and a dark brown leather strap. Inside the face were three smaller faces for the day of the week, the day of the month, and the month of the year. In the face of the months, there was a horizon, that would change with the time of day from a glorious, tiny golden sun to a rich blue sky with tiny golden stars.

It was beautiful, and it was at least $300 and Roman knew exactly who had bought it for him.

His hands were shaking as he reached out and pulled out the watch. The leather was soft and the metal was cool and glinting in the morning light of the kitchen. Roman let out a shaking breath, realising this was probably his birthday present. He slowly turned the watch over to admire it, and the engraving on the back caught his eye.

"Our Time Together Is Just Never Quite Enough." - Andrew The air left his lungs, and he choked. His eyes stung and his vision blurred as he read the words again and again. A pained laugh bubbled up out of his throat, shocking him, appalling him. God had a really mean sense of humour.

He lowered the watch, putting his hand over his eyes, breathing as deeply as he could until they didn't shake or catch in his throat. He brushed away the tears that escaped. The feelings were too much, and he couldn't do this right now, he had to go to work, he had things to do. So he took the hot, acidic feelings, the gaping hole opening up inside him and underneath his feet, and forced it closed, forced them into a box, and shoved them away. He would deal with them later, he would open it later, in a safe space where he could feel them fully and cry like the pathetic, hot mess he felt like when he was alone.

He took the watch, did his best not to look at it while he put it back in the velvet box, put that back in the expensive cardboard box, and closed the parcel. He took it and left it in his office, to deal with later, away from the rest of the house.

Then he went back to the kitchen, through to the mudroom and the front door. He put on his coat, and his shoes, grabbed his bag, and went to work.

[paulcolms]

Paul was nervous.

Flying out to London had been a spur of the moment decision, wanting to support Daisy with her play before it came to a close and he missed out on the chance to see her do something she was clearly very passionate about. Had they talked about it beforehand? Not even a little bit and that was exactly why the nerves were eating at him. There was no denying that things were awkward between them at the moment, the tension forever present and reminding him of the rejection that he had faced with her. It should've been enough to drive him away and block her number, but Paul couldn't help himself. Even with the bitter taste in his mouth, he remained Daisy's number one fan. Every chance to talk about her was one he took, proudly bragging on the Gladiator 2 press tour about how much he adored her, subjecting Joseph to comparisons to the English actress every ten seconds.

Sitting in the very back of the theater, he watched the play in silence, standing to applaud when it came to a wrap, careful not to knock over the pile of roses on his lap. He had stopped in at a small flower shop beforehand, buying a bundle of red roses to present to the actress backstage afterwards, and that was exactly what he did. His eyes landed on Daisy and the smile was instant. "Hi." He greeted, hoping with everything in him that she didn't mind the surprise. He had missed his friend. "I know what you're thinking -- what the hell am I doing here? Couldn't help it. The play is ending so soon and I wanted to see it before it wrapped." Awkward pause, he presented the roses. "Bought these for you before I came. You were brilliant, Dais."

@daisyedgxrjones

[phantomofinferno]

-> INANITIOPHILIA

a paraphilic attraction to the act of being forcibly starved (or by extension, forcibly starving someone).

emoji code: 🍴💢

i do not condone non consensual behavior of any kind. please act with caution and consent. this is simply just a label for an attraction and not an excuse to harm others without their consent.

[mperosx]

Stretched Thin || Writing Challenge 002

{{ I kind of like these little monthly prompts! Self care is the theme and I have to say that while writing the entries for my muses I realized how little self care I give myself. I gotta work on that! I wish I had more time for yoga personally as it seems relaxing when you can really get in the zone of it. I don’t sadly! }}

   —*

There’s something decidedly humbling about being a whole deity in a yoga class. Eros sits on his designated mat and steadies his breathing out as he listens to the instructor, mentally trying to silence the cacophony of racers regarding love out of his head. It’s a feat that never really works out in the same way that those who can quiet their thoughts enough to engage in yoga do, but he does his best. He sort of envies other gods whose powers don’t operate the same ways as his for what he thinks is a slightly less troublesome time with the prayers of others. Perhaps they don’t hear them the same way.

   He inhales.

   The instructor says something else and he rounds his back to lean forward on the exhale. Perhaps…Eros thinks suddenly, they might hear the prayers louder or with greater frequency than he does. He takes hold of his ankle and breathes again as his mind worries over the thought of it. Perhaps they, like him, are always trying to find a bit of respite from it. A thought to encourage them to yoga passes through his mind and he exhales reaching for his other ankle.

   “Soften the neck, soften the jaw,” the instructor says as they pass between other quiet participants. Eros tries to deepen his calm and finds that more thoughts come. Yoga with a mind that is constantly thinking about things is exceptionally hard! Resigning himself slightly that this might just be how he relaxes - by calmly sorting things out in his mind - he follows the others as they sit up once again.

   Following the pace of the class Eros keeps trying to find the grounding energy he needs as his thoughts start to pass a little more slowly. It’s toward the end of the class when they’re laying in savasana that his mind finally gives him that feeling that he was seeking. It’s quick and when it hits all it makes him realize is that while his mind may always be busy, he finds that maybe that’s just as well. When he’s thinking he’s finding little pockets of happiness in his thoughts at least. 

[mxvick]

                                 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 .

⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ❝ sender blows a kiss at receiver from a far distance .   ❞

                                     with @pourmoretimmyinmycoke .

            *　  /　　tinha visto o vampiro à distância, mas não fez nada que pudesse atrair sua atenção. mas era curioso vê-lo em um lugar cheio de atrações e referências natalinas. a questão veio logo: vampiros comemoravam o natal? podiam ser possuídos por qualquer espírito positivo como o natalino? não perguntaria diretamente. só restava observar o outro agora que ele estava ali. ver como se comportava. mas o que viu foi o beijo soprado. o riso singular e debochado foi sua primeira reação. ele era inacreditável. " tsc tsc. " o lobisomem responde, mas sem produzir som, apenas mexendo os lábios. " está doidinho para me dar, não é? " a provocação era algo inerente as interações entre os dois. maverick achava pessoalmente divertido. e igualmente irritante.

[mpxmalea]

Bath Time || W.C 002

{{ Another installment for the Monthly Writing Challenge that we have for April! As a lover of baths this was all together too easy to write for me! Simple joys for self care in this house! }}

☽༺𖤐༻☾

🔮

   It’s the perfect time for it. Malea pours down her favorite bath oils, salts and watches as the tub fills with the heavenly scents of jasmine and other florals. Today she has a few spare hours to herself and she plans to take full advantage of it with a luxurious bath and some time to catch up on the book she’s been trying to finish for days now. As the water rises she works on getting the little set up ready so she can fully enjoy herself.

   On the bath tray she arranges her book, a glass of water, a small bowl of fruits and nuts and a candle that burns a light but delightful citrus scent. Work isn’t so much stressful as it is full of tedious smaller tasks that occupy her time and mental energy. Then on the occasions that there is an unruly guest or two, she has to find it in herself to hold back the disdain she has for men in general. This week though, had been blissfully free of incidents from rude guests and so today before she will return to Babylon, Malea takes the time to escape in the form of this bath.

   Switching her phone to Do Not Disturb she sets it on the charge in the other room before she sets herself up to sink deeply into the forgiving waters of the tub. After she’ll get the day started. She’ll check the wealth of emails she knows she has to answer and maybe even she’ll make some calls.

   But for now… she’s busy being not busy. And that’s perfect.

[mxvick]

⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ⠀ FLASHBACK .

            *　  /　　" nossa... eu com certeza ia fazer merda. " maverick tinha certeza. era impulsivo demais para não acabar fazendo besteira se tivesse aquele tipo de poder. seu lobo era mais controlado porque tinha o alfa da alcateia rosnando em seu ouvido sempre que colocava o pé fora da linha. ouviu a história com visível admiração. para o lobisomem, era fascinante. as possibilidades que passavam em sua mente eram tantas. " qual a coisa mais legal que acha que fez desde que aprendeu a controlar sua magia? "

a sugestão de prato fez o lobisomem fazer uma careta de modo teatral. riu logo depois. " só desmembrei vampiros que se enfiaram na nossa reserva. mas o gosto era terrível. " havia leveza na fala, mas não era brincadeira. vampiros novatos e outras criaturas profundamente arrogantes sempre tentavam a sorte de tentar conquistar um território que não era deles. maverick tinha um prazer visceral em matá-los. " que bom que está cuidando da saúde. " brincou em resposta. aproveitou-se da maneira como ozzy se apoiou em si para acariciar sua perna.

com o convite para que pulassem para a próxima atividade, mavi riu de novo. mas não houve hesitação de sua parte em se levantar também. a animação fazendo com que sequer conseguisse tirar o sorriso do rosto. tirou a camiseta e jogou-a sobre a toalha de piquenique improvisada. desabotoou a calça e tirou a jeans, chutando-a para o que viria a ser sua pilha de roupas. a última peça também deixou o corpo com facilidade. maverick era confiante em sua aparência, mas o ponto é que não tinha problema com algo natural como a nudez.

correu para a água logo. como muito do que fazia, sem pensar. mergulhou de cabeça quando sentiu que podia. o choque da baixa temperatura da água em contraste com o corpo quente foi desagradável por um momento. mas revigorante logo depois. voltou a superfície e passou os dedos nos fios negros, tirando-os do rosto para que pudesse abrir os olhos e ver onde ozzy estava.

[Flashback]

“Obrigado” agradeceu rindo da reação do outro, geralmente em seu círculo de relações, a magia não era tratada com tanto fascínio. Seu plano de amostrar-se havia dado certo. “É legal, sim, só tem que tomar muito cuidado, sabe? Para não fazer merda” respondeu meio brincando, meio séria, mas sem deixar de manter um sorriso no rosto. Pegou novamente a lata de cerveja e tomou um gole para engolir seu lanche. “Eu só fui saber que podia fazer magia com quase dezesseis anos, mas minhas professoras depois disseram que eu devia lançar encantamentos desde de muito antes, só não sabia que o trigo amadurecer mais rápida era por minha causa”.

“Já provou uma criancinha? Elas ficam ótimas com um molho branco” riu dando de ombros, “Mas prometo que não como nenhuma tem anos, fazem mal para o rins” continuou rindo enquanto aproveitava a leveza do momento para olhar para Mavi e aproximar-se mais dele, de forma que seus ombros se encostassem conforme o bruxo se apoiava levemente nele.

Assentiu a afirmação deles sobre as roupas e não disse nada, apenas continuou comendo seu lanche, colocou a embalagem vazia de volta na sacola e virou-se para Mavi, “Vamos?” disse já dando impulso para levantar-se em um movimento só, “Podemos terminar de comer depois, está ficando tarde e ainda temos muito para fazer” completou já tirando a blusa.

[xmythandmagicx]

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