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yikes. seeing a lot of people on my dash interact with my dni.
are both the urls in your DNI the same person? i wanna be sure before i block them & whatnot
yes. the two urls are the same user.
PROMPTS FOR THE MORNING AFTER * adjust as necessary, nsfw implied
this... isn't my bed.
i'll make us breakfast.
wait, how long have you been here?
did you stay the night?
you're so beautiful like this.
did i give you that hickey?
don't get up. stay right here.
kiss me again.
nice bedhead.
are you... wearing anything?
this was a bad idea.
i've wanted to do that forever.
did you enjoy it?
i did a number on your back. sorry about that.
is this your shirt?
maybe you should go.
i had a great time.
if you stay, i'll make us coffee.
i shouldn't have stayed over.
come back here. please?
i've never been like that with anyone before.
there's a bra on the ceiling fan.
did we... actually...?
we could do it again, if you want.
you made me feel... incredible.
was it... okay?
you look beautiful in my bed.
what do you remember?
was i too loud?
you can borrow my shirt.
i guess this makes us more than friends.
this can't be happening.
i could spend the day just like this, right here with you.
is that a hickey?
this was just for fun. it doesn't mean we're together.
this wasn't supposed to happen.
should we talk about it?
what time is it? i'm late for work.
how long have you been awake?
i remember... everything.
we should do that again sometime.
i think we cuddled.
that was the best night of my life.
what parts do you remember?
why don't you stay for breakfast?
was it good for you?
the sex was great.
how do you like your eggs?
are we still friends?
sorry, i've got morning breath.
i'd really like to keep seeing you.
i'm glad i invited you in.
finally... fucking finally.
please don't leave the bed.
don't make fun of me if i walk funny.
this doesn't mean anything.
my friends are never going to believe this.
i don't even know who i was last night.
no one's ever taken care of me like that.
let me help you clean up.
maybe we should forget this even happened.
i'm just going to... leave.
you said some wild things last night.
you're wearing my shirt.
maybe we could make this a regular thing.
am i blushing? i'm blushing, aren't i.
where did i put my glasses?
your clothes are in the living room.
i need a shower.
your hair's a mess.
you make a great pillow.
i thought we agreed this would ruin our relationship.
did i do something wrong?
we were pretty loud.
do you want me to leave?
i asked you to stay the night.
i bet your neighbors hate us.
stay like this.
well, that's one way to bounce back.
what about round two?
don't let go of me.
why don't you join me in the shower?
we can't keep doing this.
we're fucked, aren't we.
how long have i been asleep?
i tried to keep feelings out of this. i really did.
🐝 * ― 𝑺𝑯𝑰𝑷𝑷𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑯𝑬𝑬𝑻.
send 🚢 or ( 'SHIP' ) if you ever considered shipping our characters romantically and want me to fill out the following form for our muses. bold all that definitely applies, italicize what could potentially apply. feel free to add more if you think certain options are missing or you just want to add more.
do i ship our characters together?: yes | no | not yet but maybe soon
would i like to ship with you?: yes | maybe, i'm willing to try | no
type of relationship i could see: childhood or high school sweethearts | exes | engaged | married | long-term relationship | crushes | unrequited love | fling | long distance | online relationship | just dating | new relationship | toxic lovers | friends with benefits
tropes i'd enjoy writing for them: friends to lovers | enemies to lovers | exes to lovers | fake relationship / dating | forbidden love | grumpy and sunshine | star-crossed lovers | surprise pregnancy | second chance | soulmates | amnesia / mistaken identity | forced proximity | secret relationship | slow burn relationship
would i rather plot first or jump right in and see where it goes?: develop their relationship first | jump right in | something in between ( what specifically? )
what now?: let's plot something | send me shippy memes | i'll send you shippy memes | write me a random starter | i'll write you a random starter
anything else i want you to know about me / my character / my shipping habits: ( put whatever you want here )
anyone interested in writing?
let me take care of you. ( willow ! )
how? how had her ivory digits turned crimson from the injuries. how? trembling, orbs were doe eyed as willow truly shakes within the arms of the woman who held her up right, whispering comforting words as willow tries to even breathe. “i— i don’t understand,” willow whispers against the vampire’s ear, her heart aching. “how did this happen?”
one lineart, four artists, five paintings: elucien edition 🖼️✨shoutout to my amazingly talented friends for collaborating with me on this 💛 in order of the paintings: (1) me, (2) @olenvasynyt, (3) @themadmorrigan, (4) @fierling, (5) @bonecarversbestie
i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)
a mixed canon & original character ( . . . ) independent & private multi muse blog ! muses found from these lores [ acotar. twilight. greek myth. arcane. + more. ]
here for actual writing. 21+ lesbian. ivorie.
do not interact with me if you are actively writing with darkslautr/evenf4ll.
the forest is a lung. it is a brain. it is a great organism made up of moving parts. when you walk through the forest, you are not in a place. you are in a being, traveling through its arteries while it breathes and thinks around you. the forest feels your presence. it knows that you are there.
it took lucien several months to feel even a mere ounce of comfortable before he dared used his abilities in front of elain, terrified that the moment he had used his own magic the red headed bitch would find them— and end his mate. in this particular moment, he watches the bite mark upon her flesh glow. a proud mark of his true identity, seen. how she hadn’t shyed away from him, even as he continued to show his true self. his cheeks burn at her sight, still bare. “you love it @seerfawn, admit it.” he teases against her flesh, reaching forward and hauling her limbs into him. “you like.. this.” he whispers along her jaw line, his fingers diving between her pretty thighs.
continued from here,
elain turns back to the mattress beneath her, rubbing against the pressure of lucien hovering above her back. "i was stating a fact," she argues in response, feeling a steadily growing heat between her thighs. elain still isn't used to what his fae abilities can cause. his hand, having taken a dip, now adds to the fire he's already set. a gently exhaled whimper falls as @faempry laughs. "you don't have to be mean about it." when she turns herself over, the marks he's peppered her skin with are almost glowing.
some angst idk y’all i like crying
“ i don’t want you here. just go. ”
“ you ‘didn’t mean to hurt me?’ yeah you did. like it or not, i know exactly who you are. ”
“ why won’t you even look at me? ”
“ i’m not angry at you. i’m angry with myself for trusting you. ”
“ i wish you’d stop trying to destroy yourself in some misguided effort to feel worthy. ”
“ i know it’s not fair to say this, but i don’t have anything without you. if i don’t have you i have nothing. ”
“ you can’t love me. not the way i need to be loved. ”
“ i’m broken. and i don’t need anyone to try to feed me white lies about it. something inside me is broken and it isn’t just going to be put back like it was. ”
“ sometimes being broken isn’t about trying to put things back together like they were before. it’s about picking up what pieces are left and building something new. ”
“ okay, so you’re a monster. so am i. lets be monsters together. ”
“ because of what they/you did i’m damaged. ”
“ what the hell is wrong with you? ”
“ what the hell is wrong with me? ”
“ i can’t fix you. you can’t expect me to know how to fix you. ”
“ yeah, i’ll be here. i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running. ”
“ my world is just falling apart. it’s like everything is just crumbling around me. i don’t know what to do. i just want it to stop ”
“ you’re the only thing that makes sense right now. everything else is just— the world is so loud. and the only time it feels quiet is when you’re here. ”
“ i don’t know how to talk about shit okay? it’s too hard. but i do care. i need you to trust me that i care. ”
“ stop punishing yourself. you wanna make up for what you’ve done? get off your ass and do something about it. ”
“ whatever it is you think was going on between us, you’re wrong. ”
“ it didn’t mean anything to me. ”
“ you should move on. i did. ”
“ i feel like i’m one bad day away from becoming everything i’ve fought against. ”
“ stop pushing me away. i’m not going anywhere, asshole. and as soon as you get that through that thick skull of yours, the better. ”
“ i don’t need you in my life. i don’t want you in it. ”
“ i can’t trust myself. if i let myself get comfortable enough, when i try to be happy, people get hurt. ”
“ people like me don’t get to have peace. ”
“ i’m not the person you want. i know you think i am. but it won’t take long for you to realize this is a mistake. ”
“ you want the truth? the truth is when i love people it burns inside me like a poison. it infects every part of me until it feels like they’re in my goddamn soul…and then i fuck it up. and it’ll destroy us both. ”
“ i’ll always choose you. that’s the worst part of it all. i’d choose you over and over, even though i know you wouldn’t do the same. ”
“ you never had to be perfect. you just had to stay. ”
“ will you please just stay for once. just. don’t walk away. ”
“ if i loved you less, i might be able to talk about it more. ”
“ just tell me something real. tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us. ”
“ when you look at me, i feel seen. i feel like you see past everything i’ve always surrounded myself with to try and protect my heart. no one has ever looked that deeply at me. ”
“ how can you uncover so much about someone, make them let their guard down and lay themselves bare to you. and then just throw it all away? ”
“ if you walk out that door don’t bother coming back. ”
“ why are you so afraid of trusting this— trusting us. what’s making you hold back? ”
“ will you still be here? will you stay even after you’ve seen all the ugly parts of my heart. ”
“ i don’t care how willing you are to die for me. i want you to fucking live with me. live for us. ”
HURT/COMFORT
[ DISCOVER ] for one muse to find the other crying alone.
[ COMPANY ] for one muse to sit with the other so they don’t have to be alone while they’re upset.
[ EMBRACE ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one for their own comfort.
[ OFFER ] for one muse to suddenly hug the other one to comfort them.
[ SETTLE ] for one muse to comfort the other and end up cuddling.
[ SHOULDER ] for one muse to rest their head on the other’s shoulder while they comfort them.
[ CARRY ] for one muse to find the other injured and carry them to safety.
[ SECURE ] for one muse to carry the other to bed after they fell asleep.
[ STRUGGLE ] for one muse to resist being hugged but then break down and crumble against the other.
[ CLEAR ] for one muse to wipe the other’s tears.
[ BREAKDOWN ] for one muse to ask the other if they’re okay prompting them to finally stop bottling things up.
[ BRUSH ] for one muse to run their fingers through the other’s hair while they open up or cry.
[ NURSE ] for one muse to tend to the other while they’re recovering from injuries.
[ TRUST ] for a scenario where sender’s muse is the only one receivers muse will let close.
[ COAX ] for scenario where receiver’s muse knows they’re the only one sender’s muse will let close.
[ CALM ] for one muse to subdue the other during an outburst.
[ CLARITY ] for one muse to help ground the other back in the present (i.e. after nightmare, breakdown, battle etc)
[ PREVENT ] for one muse to stop the other from going too far during a fight.
Virginia Woolf, A Passionate Apprentice: The Early Journals, 1897-1909
the boys AND supernatural??
you're going to leave a mark.
fire embers crack in the warm night air, a slight breeze brings the ocean scent flowing into the open villa mixed with utter sex. lucien doesn't regret breaking the hanging bed, a memory that would forever follow by laughter and heated cheeks. elain though, oh. she was spent. her thighs still tremble in his hands as he rolls out a knot with his thumbs, she was putty. once ivory skin now freshly rosy. the autumn born male lowers himself against her naked back, his mouth pressing wet slopping kisses along her spine, up towards her bare shoulder, sucking against the bare skin. when @seerfawn groans into him with her words, he chuckles against her skin. "does that upset you? hmm?"
a very thin garment of a dress hangs loosely upon her shoulders, the right shoulder of the strap fallen upon her sun kissed skin while she twists against the many layers of their blankets and elain, all the while keeping her beloved book close to eye level, never once missing a word. even as elain makes her breathless. the way her thick plump lips crosses along her thigh, a hitch of her breath— a bite of her lip, sera dares steal a glance at her seer, she has to bite back a moan at the sight of the women between her legs. the ancient one can't help the sound coming from her mouth, an ache, begging, demanding. "what do you think sweetheart?"
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elain's fingers pull back the thin fabric of sera's dress. unable to deny how beautiful she looks as sunlight streams through the delicate drapery hanging from the windows. the seer is unaccustomed to finding @faempry reading in the late afternoon, let alone tempting elain from her own bed. she hears the slight murmur of want as if it's a siren song. she would never dare to stop. lips place kisses in a trail, moving further up until there is an end in sight. a glistening calls elain to brush the backs of her fingers against sera with a feather light touch, a hum of delight when she's greeted with undeniable arousal. "is it your book that's doing this to you?" she teases, "or something else?"
Tillie Olsen, from her short story collection "Tell Me A Riddle," published in 1960
𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂 𝐑𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 . . . ( pt 3. the first admission ) Moments of hesitation, breathless confessions, and the weight of words finally spoken ✧ ˚₊ Themes: vulnerability, tension, relief & the fear of ruining everything
✧ › 𝐍𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐎𝐔𝐒 & 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓
My muse stumbles over their words, finally managing to say, “I… I think I’ve been in love with you for a while.”
My muse fidgets with their hands, avoiding your muse’s gaze as they whisper, “Do you ever think about us? Like… more than just friends?”
My muse lets it slip without thinking, eyes widening as they murmur, “God, I love you—” then freeze.
My muse bites their lip, hesitates, then finally sighs, “I don’t know how to say this, but… I think you mean more to me than you should.”
My muse confesses in a quiet moment, looking down, “I don’t need you to say anything back, I just… needed you to know.”
My muse shakes their head with a soft laugh. “It’s ridiculous, really. I was scared to tell you because… I didn’t want to lose you.”
✧ › 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐒𝐓 & 𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍
My muse snaps in frustration, “Do you really not see it? How much I—” then stops, realizing what they almost said.
My muse confesses in a moment of desperation, gripping your muse’s wrist as they plead, “Just… tell me I don’t have a chance, and I’ll stop.”
My muse looks away, voice barely above a whisper. “If I tell you, everything changes. And I don’t know if I can handle that.”
My muse confesses in a reckless moment, pulling your muse close. “I should’ve said it sooner. I should’ve told you before it was too late.”
My muse breaks the silence with a strained voice. “I don’t want to pretend anymore. I can’t keep acting like I don’t—like I don’t feel this way.”
My muse clenches their fists, staring at the ground. “I’m in love with you. I have been for years. And it’s killing me.”
✧ › 𝐅𝐋𝐔𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐃 & 𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅
My muse blurts out, “I think I—” then immediately shuts their mouth, cheeks burning.
My muse tries to play it off, laughing nervously. “I mean, it’s not like I—uh, you know, like you like you or anything—”
My muse nearly confesses but quickly backtracks. “It’s nothing. Forget I said anything.”
My muse starts to confess but gets interrupted, then panics, saying, “Never mind! Nothing important!”
My muse trips over their words, then just sighs in defeat. “Screw it. Yeah. I like you.”
✧ › 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐅𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 𝐈𝐍 𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐌𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒
My muse whispers it against your muse’s skin, their breath warm. “I’ve wanted to say this for so long…”
My muse confesses as they tend to your muse’s wounds, their hands gentle. “You don’t get it, do you? I’d do anything for you.”
My muse leans in, voice barely audible. “Tell me I’m wrong. Tell me you don’t feel it too.”
My muse murmurs it in the dark, thinking your muse is asleep. “…I love you.”
My muse says it in the middle of laughter, their expression softening as realization dawns. “God, I love you.”
My muse admits it right before a goodbye, voice breaking. “I didn’t want to leave without telling you.”
keep reading, don't let me distract you.
ivory skin was flushed pink, goosebumps peppering across her entire core— up her arms, down her spine.. sera arches herself into her beloved elain. a book was in her hand, a finger pressed against the rough paper to keep her place, her blue piercing orbs dares to snatch a glance at the lover between her thighs. the woman’s words were gentle. “keep reading, don’t let me distract you.” she can’t— every time the ancient fae attempts to read a word across the paper, a kiss is planted upon her inner thigh, leaving her breathless. “don’t— stop.”