#pistachiofudge

[bl4sphemy-archived]

@pistachiofudge asked: stilettos tap against the tile floor as michelle has her arms crossed over her chest, a little pout to her lips. to call her jealous is an understatement - the way these fangirls are worshipping sam on the other side of the room soon has her taking action as she takes a few steps of determination, nearly bumping one of these girls out of the way as she interrupts the conversation. "want to get a drink, babe?"

             Samael loves his fans, he does, but there's only so much he can take before his anxiety starts to act up. It's been a long day     ——    he performed once earlier in the evening, and now he just wants to go back to his hotel room and decompress. Excitable chatter bombards him from every side, and he's masking his discomfort well with a polite smile, nodding along to the honeyed words thrown his way.

             A very pretty woman hangs off one of his arms, and another rubs at his chest, making him wince before covering it with a smile as he takes a step back. It doesn't deter the stranger, who plasters herself back in place, and Samael sighs and rolls his eyes when she's not looking. Some people know nothing of boundaries...

             He's nearly jumping with joy when he hears the telltale sound of high heels hastily stepping in his direction, hiding a smirk as Michelle forcefully injects herself into the mostly one-sided conversation. He chuckles as he nods, detaching himself from the strangers with an apologetic smile.     ❛❛   Sorry, ladies, we'll have to continue this later...   ❜❜     He says, with no intention of continuing things later. He takes Michelle's hand in his own and squeezes. To anyone with eyes, it's clear where his real interest lays     ❛❛   Let's go get a drink.   ❜❜     

[cahrolinehasmoved]

@pistachiofudge : something is... off about this girl. it's difficult for johnny to even put into words - he just knows that she's hiding something, and he's determined to sniff it out. just as he has with demons, werewolves, and shifters alike. so the man approaches her with a charming smile - one that doesn't quite fit with his busted knuckles or the cigarette in his grasp. "hey, lil' lady. how well do you know this place?"

𖤐 ⸻ HER SECRET WAS HER OWN . and she made damn sure she was careful in keeping it that way . even if it meant keeping up that perfect sunnyvale princess lifestyle . because the last thing she needed was the drama and condemnation over it. she was standing by herself , alone when he approached her. an unfamiliar face. she never recalled seeing him at all around here . "hey." she kept her tone soft, welcoming even. unlike most around the town, she wasn't rude . the words "lil' lady" though was a first and it flustered her a bit . "really well. i was born and raised here. do you need directions to somewhere?"

[dvarapala]

@pistachiofudge / jessica

"oh, no, that's okay, last time i tried the whole make-up thing, i nearly took my eye out. but kudos to you for making your face look all lovely and just, you know, keeping up with that routine. i could never."

[c4rnal]

“just kiss me, i can’t take this anymore.” from michelle ❤️

           ❛❛   Can't take what?   ❜❜     He's smirking dangerously as he nuzzles her flushed cheek with his own, letting out a chuckle that rumbles his chest as he presses her more firmly against the wall he has her pressed against. He has two fingers buried inside her, pumping in and out of her wet heat at a leisurely pace. His other hand kneads one of her her tits, fingers teasing her perk nipple.     ❛❛   My fingers? Darling, you've flawlessly taken my biggest toy...   ❜❜     He admonishes before he's taking pity on her (or, rather, craving her taste), leaning in to crash their mouths together in an instantaneously deep kiss. He licks into her mouth as he fucks into her, brushing her swollen clit with the heel of his hand as he relishes in how fucking good she feels against him, around him... He lets out a soft groan as he squeezes around her breast.      ❛❛   You're doing so fucking good, my sweet girl,   ❜❜     He nips her lower lip as he slips an additional finger into her, his mouth curling into a slightly feral grin.      ❛❛   Can you cum like this? Hmm? Or do you want my mouth?   ❜❜  

accepting.   

[goofily-moved]

@pistachiofudge asked: it's been... a long time. johnny can't even fathom the number of months that he's been away, but he's a busy guy, you know? he's got a ton of trouble to deal. though he's finally back in town, and he's decided to surprise helena. he hopes that she'll recognize him - that weathered leather jacket he wears is still the same, though his hair has certainly grown longer. he almost feels a nervousness developing in his gut as he waits outside the nursing building, knowing she'll be coming right his way once she leaves class. nothing wrong with a cigarette in the meantime.

               her class went as slowly as usual, with Helena diligently taking notes, sparing only a second or two from neatly scribbling down words for a soft yawn. She'd worked two double shifts at the hospital in a row, and the exhaustion is finally hitting her. She can barely keep her eyes open when the class comes to an end. The cool air that greets her as soon as she's exiting the building is a welcomed feeling, and she takes a moment to relish it before making her way to her car. When she spots someone waiting, her pace slows, and her eyes narrow slightly before they fly open with an almost comical wideness.     ❛❛   ... Johnny?   ❜❜     

               A grin spreads across her face, which lights up with joy as she quickly makes her way over to him. She hesitates for only a second before she's throwing her arms around his neck and hugging him tightly, burying her face in his neck and relishing in how warm and solid he is in her hold... And how much she missed hugging him. She knows how busy he is, what he has to do, but, god, she missed him...     ❛❛   I can't believe you're here, gosh,   ❜❜     She admonishes, shaking her head, pulling back to run her fingers through his hair (she knows it's longer than before) with a fond expression.     ❛❛   You know, I really like your hair like this...   ❜❜

[daemondaes]

@pistachiofudge sent: "you really are a lil' lady, huh?" johnny teases while a cigarette remains between his teeth, flashing cherry a crooked smile as he looks down at her - through the whole foot between them. "and you're 'posed to make me nervous?"

"That's the idea, yeah." She leers at him from a foot below, mouth scrunched to the side and hands clapped firmly to her hips. "'Cept I'm not a lady, and I'm the perfect size. Never hit my head getting into cars. Get to be in the front of group pictures. Easier to punch you in the dick, Coconut Long Boy."

The urge to reach up and swipe the cigarette from his lips like some horrified mother is high, but she knows that it would be easy for him to lean back, out of reach. Her grasp would catch nothing but air—a humiliating defeat, considering the circumstances.

She bares her teeth and leaps toward him as she tries to snatch his shirt to drag him to her level. The odds of her catching the lit end of the cigarette between her own teeth are infinitely less than anything else, but it's an action he will remember. Even if it doesn't make him nervous, he'll recognize her as a wild card.

[redemptioninterlude]

@pistachiofudge - michelle gets a starter !

leave it to the PARTY GIRL, the fun ones ; the girls who knew what to do with themselves when they didn't have plans, because they were the plans. leave it to the girls with confidence in their walk, with smiles that said that they knew that they ran the world - leave it to michelle and leave it to avery, the two of them together, all too dangerous, and avery, well, she's snapping gum within her mouth, leaning out from the driver's side of her car as she observed the sorry scene before them both.

"look. it feels like a bust to me." they're at the scene of some new hollywood party, all the players on the scene sitting somewhere between mid and not-to-be-bothered with. nothing's leaping, screaming, promising that it's worth either of them dirtying the bottom of their heels for, avery left to ash her joint out the window, before passing it over to michelle for her own hit. "i say? fuck it. let's MAKE IT the party worth going to. the other part of me says? there's always karaoke that we can escape to. either way? i'm not going home after we spent all this time to look this good."

- @pistachiofudge

[nadinehunt]

nadine is strange. everyone seems to have that perception of them, but... jessica doesn't see it that way. maybe because she's odd herself? beautiful, yes, yet that doesn't negate the fact that so many people think she's a nutcase. her eternal kindness ( which fuels her even now as she approaches the other ) must be partly to blame. with a warm smile, the blonde sits across from the other at the lunch table, plopping down a pristine barbie pink lunchbox. "whatcha eating today?"

@pistachiofudge

"uh, dude, i don't think anyone can answer that question." mystery meat. nadine has a tray full of whatever it is that the cafeteria is serving. they always say something about they're going to start packing a lunch, but that would require getting out of bed before they had to leave. eh, it could be worse, apparently, because they're still eating it.

eyebrow raises, and they motion with their head. "you?"

[wheelrisms]

@pistachiofudge sent a message

"hellooooo?" ashton's voice is nearly obnoxious as he calls for nancy through the unrolled window of his old car. at least he doesn't honk on the horn, but that's only because she's already outside instead of sitting in the living room. maybe the grin upon his features helps his case. just a little. "you ready or not?"

she looked up from the book in her lap and rolled her eyes. "you know i have neighbors right?" she asked sliding into the passenger seat. "one of these days you're going to get a noise complaint." the words seemed harsh, but the look on her face countered it so ashton knew she was joking. "whats the plan for today?"

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[bl4sphemy-archived]

what role are you in a tragic play?

misunderstood villain . . . prepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes, and flood of thirst comments. you are chronically misunderstood. whether or not you're actually evil is debatable. you may be acting out for revenge, to defend someone you love, or even just to protect yourself. you're a pretty jaded person. you don't trust or even really like most people. maybe you did at one point. but that part of you is gone, and you don't go a single day without grieving it. you think a lot about what your life could have been. you're stuck in the past. you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be, but this is the only way you can see to survive. you're open, but less in a trusting way and more like a wound. you don't like to let people see you, but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it. you're impulsive, even as you try hard to plan and prepare. maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard. until then, you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway.

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[dvarapala]

@pistachiofudge / ashton

"---it's probably the shirt," is all that udyati offers as the blue boy fan walks away without being able to pet the dog in question. "my neighbor wore a shirt with medusa's face on it once and it made a dog uncomfortable." a beat, and then: "or maybe that dog's not into superheroes that aren't krypto the super-dog." which, honestly, is super understandable. to udyati, at least. "kinda weird to wear someone's face on your shirt, though. i... don't think i would do that. i mean, i've got an extra large maneskin shirt but that's different! it's got a drawing of them on it and the thing basically doubles as pj's at this point, so no one's seeing it. at least, i've got no plans for someone to see it."

[bitterheartless]

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[nadinehunt]

"what the hell are you doing?" ashton's voice interrupts whatever nadine had been doing in his room - something of his sitting in their hands, yet he's unable to place it from here. the words don't come out particularly angry as he rests in the doorway, his furrowed brow more curious than anything else. "i left you for only like... five minutes, dude."

@pistachiofudge

“oh, don’t take it personally.” they aren’t even hold anything of interest. it hadn’t been long enough for nadine to get going through too much, so now they’re just looking through whatever papers are left out. just music stuff, really.

they turn to face him now, putting back what they had been holding. “do you not do this with your friends? pretty standard stuff, actually.” at least in their eyes, it is. “what?”