#shexquisite

[turnwell-a]

@shexquisite : breathes on the dash me: amazing talented superb i stan we love

[conjurore]

TVD / TO SENTENCE STARTERS  ————  accepting. @shexquisite​​​ sent:  유

❛     i  like  how  your  mind  works.     ❜

[pendreams]

five times kissed - hermes and astoria !!

send five times kissed for a drabble of five times our muses have kissed / @shexquisite !

i. — fingertips dance along the edges of her lips, glistening with the residue of glitter and sweet-flavoured gloss. he’s lost count of how many times his lips have met hers, but he wouldn’t soon forget how sweet she tasted and how sweetly she returned his kisses. again, he replaces his fingertips with his mouth against the corner of hers, brushing the tip of his nose against her cheek. in the silvery moonlight, she looked paler but more ethereal than when she did in the daylight hours. then,  her  features beheld a different charm like the first blossoming of spring tulips whereas now she was snow and icy dew drops on the edge of bright petals.  when astoria stirred, the messenger god shushed gently, gathering her into the comfort of his arms;   “i’ll still be here when you wake up tomorrow.”  

ii. —  her laughter is music to his ears, perhaps he could grow more fond of it than even the melodic music of his lyre. he twirls her once more before reeling her back in, hand settling against the small of her back. “ this turned out better than expected.” hermes murmured beneath his breath, referring to the gathering of the gods they were currently in the midst of. it was probably one of the most peaceful gatherings he’s attended— save for bursts of drunken laughter from the table dionysus occupied. but, that was far more acceptable and far less concerning than any bursts of angry arguments. “are you having a good time?” he leaned in closer, dipping his head to plant a kiss below her ear, lingering there for a few moments. “c’mon, i haven’t given you the grand tour. it’s about time.” sorry, hera— might as well burn the bed sheets.

iii. — “don’t be afraid.” he feels it beneath her skin– the urge to run. it’s a feeling he’s all too familiar with; it’s an energy that radiates, that rattles and rages just beneath one’s skin. but, he won’t let her go that easily; he couldn’t. “this is real, astoria.  don’t you feel it?” her back is against him, tense and afraid to yield, but even without seeing her, he can feel the tiniest quiver between her shoulders. one of his hands raise, thumb gently swiping the tear that skirts down her cheek. with his other arm secured around her waist, the messenger god holds her, lips leaving a kiss on the top of her head. “ please, don’t leave me.” another kiss, then another— peppering them against her hair, breathing her in lest she choose to leave and it’s only her scent that he’s left to remember. “why are you afraid?”

iv. — soap suds float on the top of the water, petals of roses joining them as they circle around her form. he smiles at her; a small smile, a fond one. reaching beneath the surface of the water, he takes her hand and runs the cloth up her arm, scrubbing away the tiredness of the day. she melts beneath his touch, eyes half-lidded and breath let out in a drawn out sigh. hermes lifts her hand to his mouth, brushing slender lips against her knuckles with tenderness. it’s a quiet moment, uninterrupted by the constant buzzing notifications of his phone and their bustling lives. “i told you i would take care of you. tell me about your day.” strangely domestic, but not unpleasant--- for once, he’s content in staying put.

v. --- it’s a flurry of movement; she grabs at the collar of his jacket, pulling him through the door while his hands are busy untucking her blouse from her skirt, fingertips hungry to touch warm flesh.  he guides her to the bed, nudging her backwards and suddenly, he’s on his knees. not only do his hands grasp at her with that hunger, but his gaze, golden and burning, consume her whole. “i’ll make it up to you. i didn’t know--- you’d been waiting so long.”  instead of his usual teasing, his lips trail a hot path up her leg, starting at her knee then up the inside of her thighs, kissing and biting velvet skin. when her hands inevitably reach down to grasp at his hair, he pauses and grins--- “isn’t it a rush to have a god on his knees?”

[magnvs]

✧･ﾟ:* DAUGHTER LYRIC STARTERS     ╱      OPEN.  

❝     Most  of  us  are  bitter  over  someone .     ❞

𝐇𝐄'𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐋𝐋 𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐄  read  from  across  the  surface  of  the  pool ,     gaze  remaining  suitably  level  from  behind  the  Cartier  sunglasses  which  cost  more  than  the  total  sum  of  savings  that  most  people  his  age  have  in  their  bank  accounts                                              though  there  remains  a  noticeable  furrow  to  Magnus’  brow  even  as  he  lounges  on  a  deck  chair  beside  Astoria ,     margarita  in  hand .     He  does  not  doubt  that  her  words  are  intended  to  be  comforting     (  she  has  an  excellent  track  record  when  it  concerns  the  matter  of  telling  Magnus  precisely  what  he�� needs  to  hear  ) ,     but  even  Astoria  cannot  always  find  victory  over  his  pride .          ❝     I  DON’T KNOW  what  you  mean ,     ❞          he  tells  her .

                                         ↪ @shexquisite​.

[alabngpusoarchived]

“  turn on the magic of colored lights  ,  you jerks  ” / for aiden!

        “shhh - shhh, maybe their electricity’s cut off, tone it down.” tipsy giggles slipped through his lips as he clumsily packed his guitar. “we’re not really asking for the money.” then he led astoria away from the house gate before the owner peeks out and tells them off for being loud at nearly ten in the evening. “this is just a fucking demo,” honestly, he wouldn’t have the courage to do that at his 20s if he hadn’t had at least two drinks.

         once out of earshot, he threw his head back and breathed out and fog surprisingly came out of his mouth. it really can be that chilly up the mountains when closing in to christmas time. he knew she doesn’t celebrate, at least she told him that much about herself - and he knew nothing much about buddhism and didn’t want to be disrespectful, though he probably had some buddhist relatives in his mother’s side of the family. but being in the philippines - a largely catholic population - it was hard to hide away from christmas as it was nearly embedded in the culture. like christmas caroling. “so, yeah. that’s how we do christmas carols. then they usually give us money. it’s been years since i’ve done that. i used to do that with my friends as a kid.” he shouldered his guitar and led the way back up the sanctuary. “and we were awesome. i was excellent with a tambourine. and it wasn’t just a tambourine - it’s….. a fucking,” he was laughing now, in self-embarrassment and flash of nostalgia cascading upon him at once and it was good - this was good - for one with patches of his memories missing on most days, having such reminiscence could be quite refreshing - satisfying. “it’s a fucking wire with lots of flattened tansan - those metal softdrink caps. oh man, maybe i should make those - for the kids. anyway…. there we go. demonstration achieved.” he announced with a playful bow. “that’s a good way to raise money, right?” // @shexquisite

[joneshead]

ASTORIA!   @shexquisite​

“It’s an entire other level of classism,” he said frankly, features pulled into a stern, tense expression. Never one to hold back on such opinions, he felt it now more than ever, that threat that was personal to him and his family, the injustice of society for seeing him in one way and one way only. “Maybe I shouldn’t even go back ...”

   ( STARTER CALL ! )

[russicnrat]

@shexquisite​​​  /  plotted.

Washing windows and ironing tablecloths are just a couple of the reminders of how much his life has changed since fleeing the streets of Russia. Perhaps working household odd jobs isn’t what Dmitry had envisioned for himself, but money is money and the Greengrass’ are gracious enough to provide food and shelter for him, so he takes what he can get from motorcycled errands to baking bread on the weekends with only a few blessed breaks in between. And how she’s somehow  a l w a y s  there in those fleeting moments of peace is a mystery to him, but he’s never been the type to squander her company.

His lips curve up at the sight of her, and before he knows it, he’s slunk over, leaning over the banister he’s just wiped down to gaze up at her. “There’s a party tonight.” It’s a seemingly harmless comment, but that infamous, MISCHIEVOUS glint in his eyes says otherwise. “So, am I invited or did you want to skip it for a ride?”

[ivashkovcharm]

CLOSED. ( with @shexquisite​ ft. astoria. )

       “hey, i’m sorry. babe. c’mon. i’m really sorry.” things that weren’t supposed to be said were said, but he was only aiming for the exhibit to be perfect. they were crunched on time, and he knew he was being a jackass. there was no way of justifying his behaviour and so he humbled down, leaving the canvas unfinished and reached for her, wrapping his arms around her from behind. “don’t go, please? you’re the only one that tethers me into place - without you, i’d be lost.” fingers trained down the length of her arms and was punctuated by interlacing with hers. he softly sighed, breath warm against the crook of her neck. “if you’re really tired - let’s just pack it up for today. okay?”

[empirefire]

              “  i have been pretty dinged up for the past---... several months.  ”

@shexquisite​     /     canon dialogue sc.

[roserefined]

“This is an intricately constructed blanket fort. It’d be a shame if it went to waste.“ Her words are a little muffled, but clear enough from Lilli’s position behind the blankets and pillows. “And I have alcohooooooool.~” Is it a trap to get Astoria to talk about her feelings, truthfully, behind what she kept buried? Perhaps. But girls night is girls night, and given how often the girls haven’t been on the same continent... “C’mon, you’re not gonna leave me hangin’!” Not a question.

🌹❛ @shexquisite​​ — sc.

[turnwell-a]

@shexquisite replied to your post “hi low key tho. charmed said witches destroyed atlantis, but what if...”

i mean it's not terrible to assume bc .... the elders are trash ��

we all really galaxy brained when we realised the elders are terrible

[artemismusingsarch]

tell me a story + the fc is lee ji eun? 👀

artie doesn’t need a reason to make new ocs — accepting.          @shexquisite​​         ( gif by @lanegifs​ )

name: robin rose.star sign: saggitarius.sexuality: lesbian.

favourites:

colour: pink.animal: bears.season: autumn.food: caramel shortbreaddrink: sparkling lemonadeartist: hozier.

robin is a travel journalist who, like a lot of millenials, started out on a blog, then a vlog, and now she has a role as part of a larger publication. she has a strong focus on the cultures of the places she visits, and how they can be respectfully shared, and the differences that make themselves known as she travels. her dream is to write a book, and has been considering a self-publishing gig, though keeps reminding herself that one day, a book deal will come along.

in the meantime, she enjoys surprising her family and friends with gifts from her travels. she actually travels by moving to an area and living there for anywhere from a month to a year, allowing herself time to learn so much about everything around her. her father died when she and her twin sister were 5 years old.

some fun facts:

- she is very polite, but equally as impatient, and ends up easily frustrated. she will never take this out on the people around her, but her frustration makes itself known in the form of her tapping her nails against the table, which is also a nervous habit - her kiss paralyses people. not permanently, but definitely painfully. yes, she does have a complex about it- god, she’s so lonely. is this romantic or platonic? it doesn’t matter, no matter how much fun she has travelling, she feels a danger to anyone she may get close to, so she doesn’t. she would travel even if she wasn’t trying to create an excuse for distance, though.- she can’t really remember her father, but she asks her mum about him all the time, and carries a picture of him holding her in her purse- she is very close to her twin sister, raven, but they often fight about her travelling. raven often feels left behind and saddled with the job of looking after their mother, and she doesn’t resent robin, but she does just wish she was at home more - she is very good at latte art

[pendreams]

tell me a story!

gif by — @geminifccd ! 

name. elbie park role. gets into trouble way too much for her own good species. human 

can’t leave things alone 

19 years old but has almost died like,,,, more than ten times 

runs into a variety of supernatural and paranormal beings

fancies herself the Missing member of the ghostbusters or the mystery gang 

the only reason she hasn’t Died is because of her very very tired guardian…. monster (wtf am i talking about… all i know is its not an angel, but it is Something and it’s Monstrous) who sorta,,,, lets her get into scraps to teach her a lesson but she Never learns 

the guardian monster literally was the monster under her bed who she made friends with,,, even though it really didn’t want to be friends at first until she pepper sprayed it and it reluctantly decided being friends was better than getting pepper sprayed again 

confused™ about her sexuality and doesn’t want to deal with it until further notice

would love to adopt more monsters which makes her,,,,, a magnet to More Monsters since she actively puts herself in harms way 

other details —- 

insomniac 

loves cookie dough + caramel brownies 

will drink coffee even though it makes her a Total Mess 

hates romantic dramas 

@shexquisite // create an oc on the spot !!

[tofh-a]

@shexquisite​  liked  for  a  starter  from  cranky  old  swamp  lady  !!!

the  swamp  has  always  been  a  place  of  enlightenment  for  those  who  take  the  time  to  know  the  trees  and  the  vines  like  their  own      ｡      and  toph      ,      with  all  her  senses      ,      knows  everything  that  the  world  is  up  to      ｡      she’s  watched  lin  and  all  of  her  forces  on  the  frontlines  of  the  republic  city  police      ｡      a  better  chief  than  she  ever  was      ,      with  all  her  distractions    ｡      and  suyin      ,      living  in  the  zaofu      ,      living  a  peaceful  life  with  her  family  and  all  the  other  metalbenders  like  themselves      ｡      it’s  been  a  long  time      ,      but  she’s  finally  decided  that  coming  out  of  hiding  would  be  a  good  thing  for  her      ,      and  so  she  had  come  to  visit  suyin      ,      with  the  knowledge  that  she      ,      at  least      ,      would  not  cast  her  out  after  a  battle  of  words      ｡      she  knows  lin  still  has  her  beef  with  her      ｡   

 suyin  isn’t  who  she  runs  into  first      ｡      she  can  feel  someone  coming      ,      so  she  takes  the  few  steps  over  to  the  old  statue  of  herself  and  sets  one  hand  on  it      ｡                    ❛          you  must  be  one  of  those  people  working  with  su      ｡          ❜                          no  introduction  yet      ｡    

[fromsolariamoved]

@shexquisite​  /  sc

“ your  wand  is  beautiful. ”  stella  offers  with  a  small  smile  as  her  gaze  falls  on  the  magic  item.  “ mine  was  made  from  a  spark  of  the  dragon  flame. ”  and  slender  fingers  quickly  reach  for  her  ring  as  she  says  so.  “ millenials  OLD. ”

[stagcharmed-a]

❛ you’re not a nice person , are you ? ❜

                          the  question  is  met  with  a  deep  frown.    the  idea  she  would  think  that  about  him  is  surprisingly  upsetting.    it  irks  him.   james  never  sets  out  to  be  disliked,  in fact  it’s  quite  the  opposite.    it’s  something  he  knows  he  should  brush  off  and  yet  it  sticks  into  him  like  a  barb.  he  could  admit  to  himself,  he  liked  to  be  liked.   (  didn’t  everyone  ?  )    he  stares  at  her  for  a  moment,  contemplating  his  response.    he  wishes her words  hadn’t  made  him  feel  unquieted.   he  can’t  think  of  anything  to  say  except  address it  outright.      ❛   why  would  you  say  that ?  I’ve  never  done  anything  to  you   ❜  

@shexquisite  sent