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@shexquisite : breathes on the dash me: amazing talented superb i stan we love
#shexquisite#* functioning on my last brain cell / ooc.#in this house we love astra and that is a fact
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TVD / TO SENTENCE STARTERS ———— accepting. @shexquisite sent: 유
❛ i like how your mind works. ❜
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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?”
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✧・゚:* 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.
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“ 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
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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 ! )
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@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?”
#shexquisite#✦✧ soon we’ll know what’s what ↣ undetermined v.#[ if you figure out your muse-- this is here for you! ]#[ if not that's also okay :) ]#✦✧ no time to spare ↣ q.
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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?”
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“ i have been pretty dinged up for the past---... several months. ”
@shexquisite / canon dialogue sc.
#shexquisite#* @shexquisite.#is general urban magic ok with u?#𝓲. bag of broken glass no one wants to touch. ❪ 𝔀𝓻𝓲𝓽𝓲𝓷𝓰 ❫
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“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.
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@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
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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
#shexquisite#astra i swear to god if i pick her up i'm blaming you#📩 — answered.#robin rose.#how can i forsake her with a name like robin rose? she's so cute ????
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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 !!
#shexquisite#i.... Adore her oh no#she thinks pepper spray is the Only thing she needs#against monsters :///#well that and her bat but stil ???#who rAISED HER ??
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@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 。
#shexquisite#( ;; omg i meant to write this two nights ago i'm so sorrrryyyyyy. )#( ;; i HOPE YOU LIKE THIS. )#・゚♢ ▬▬ * STARTER 。 ⦅ ic ⦆#・゚♢ ▬▬ * MY MIND IS JUST FINE THANK YOU 。 ⦅ lok ⦆
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@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. ”
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❛ 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 ❜
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#shexquisite#james having 2 come face to face with the fact he's Not gods perfect creature for the first time#okay idk what verse this is gonna be but skfkkgks here u go !!!#( & | owl delivery ( ➢ inbox replies )
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