The silence stretched too long. I shifted from foot to foot, unable to see the Great Abyss’s – or Abby’s, if that’s what it wants to call itself - expression. I mean, it probably didn’t matter what it thought of my silly excuse of a name, or of me. The best I could hope for is that it’d find the taste of my soul satisfying enough to not destroy my world for a few more decades.
Can you tell I have a thing for eldritch creatures being weird about gender?
It’s a little cheating only ‘cause I suck at paragraph breaks, but:
“You didn’t deserve what happened to you. …I swear, that bitch is going to stay out for good. I promise you that. And trust me, I’m always glad to know you’re safe and sound.“ Cobalt snuggled deeper into her arms. ”…I… thank you.“ He said. The two sat in silence, just enjoying each other’s company and mindlessly staring at the kitchen ceiling. Ruby snapped back into reality first, Shiro having started to nudge at her face with his moist nose. ”…Can I get a melatonin too?“ “Sure, Ruby.” “Sleepover time?” “Yeah. I’d like that.”
It was a little relationship excersize (///) I love them
Cobalt definitely believes kissing the homies is okay because Ruby told him it’s okay if they have socks on
I TAG @whumpymirages !
Thank you Atlas <3
Apparently I stopped writing in the middle of a line so I’m doing last two lines.
She shrugged. “I don’t know.”
Three years was a long time. Enough time to get back to her life,
“Oh be serious, Christopher. We all know our dearest Val wouldn’t be caught dead in some musty old comic shop.” Maybe they could be caught dead somewhere else then. The conversation shifts as Marisa laughs, “He’s such a tease, Val.”
“Isn’t he just? Wicky, Darling, I’m thirsty. Should we get something to drink?”
I don’t drink, he almost says but they know that already so he holds his tongue and nods dutifully with a parting smile for Marisa. It’s almost a relief to get away from the incessant chatter. He could zone out right now, listen to the string quartet, and let himself drift.
The flavors were stronger than anything he’d had in weeks. Everything about it was perfect. Too perfect. He took a second bite and that’s when he heard them crunch a sharp pain in his mouth. He fished out a small piece of glass from his mouth. Covered in food and a little of his own blood. He slowly looked down at the plate. It looked completely normal, just like Villain;sitting across from him eating without a second glance.
A fist closed around his waist and he let it, barely breathing. He wouldn’t be able to get out of the box alone, couldn’t climb up the walls with no help. However, once he was up and out of it, he released a spell to heat the air around him quickly.
The man cursed as the small sprite in his hand suddenly burned him like a fiery coal - and dropped it.
The table top was farther than Nik had expected, and while he knew the impact would hurt, he didn’t expect it to knock the breath out of him.
Unfortunately I haven’t written since the last last line tag I’m gonna pick another WIP file which I have neglected for even longer.
“You’re… you’re rather young, aren’t you?”
“Yes,” Caldyn said.
Leon made a low noise, conveying agreement. “Our people learned much and quickly in the early days. Not only the language. Reading and writing, crafting and cooking. So much knowledge, not only from the humans. But imagine one of the explorers coming back, bringing you a recipe that requires something called butter, and you have no idea what that is.” Leon laughed. “Then you wait for a few months for the answer. More often than not, we didn’t wait. We tried our best, we failed and succeeded and tried again. Ask Lily, she’s older than me. When she was a sapling, our people barely knew what an oven was.”
“I’m not that much older than you,” Lily insisted.
Here’s an unedited but last thing I wrote snippet from upcoming thing:
“Is he doing alright now? He didn’t seriously hurt himself?”
“He’s sleeping.” Luke peeks around the doorway into the living room, glimpsing only the top of Leo’s head, his body balled tightly on the sofa. “And no. It could’ve been worse. He could have fucking strangled himself. Hit his head when he fell. I don’t know, I don’t know how intense these things get when in the wrong hands. I’m sure he could’ve done some real damage.”
“Well,” Rob says, “then he’s lucky you came home when you did.”
as for meee here’s my little miscreant tiefling who insists on poetry elements (such as alliteration and some almost-rhyming), and this paragraph might be the most boring of all 4 that I’ve written lmao
Shami shoved themself upright, the spirit misting out. Movement set the world a-spinning so they slouched to drop their head into their hands and spat a curse when something jabbed into their side: a baton stuck out from their sash. They seized the stick and cast it off, supposing somewhere some chair now lacked support. Niqala’s ghost stooped to scrutinize the thing up close.
Context for this one is Nico, the deaf overqualified bodyguard and best friend to the Space Empress Yesenia’s adopted son Ven, recently helped Ven run away after finding out the empress killed his birth mother (via deliberate medical malpractice), and then Nico got recaptured. They just had a layered subtext double-conversation for a minute leading up to this and Yesenia’s been keeping her expression in a ‘mask’ the whole time.
“Where is Ven?” Finally, the actual question.
“Sorry,Your Imperial Majesty, but I wasn’t trained to be a traitor.” The sign he used here was slightly customized; normally it was meant to resemble a backstab, but he quirked his fingers to make it reminiscent of an injection instead.
The mask cracked.
I am too nervous to tag people as well as too tired to remember anyone’s names I am sorry (pensive emoji)
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After the great success of Theda Bara, other vamps were signed at the studios, ensuing the vamp craze.Suratt, who appeared in “only” 11 films (all of them lost) was some sort of early clotheshorse, wearing ultra-elaborate costumes and jewerly. She was known as the Empress of Fashion, so much so, that in one of her films, she allegedly wore more than 150 costumes, to an enormous expense.
Worth to mention is that Cleopatra (1963) holds the record for most costume changes in the history of the big screen, about 64 changes.
I am. Left to my own will and devices, I self destruct. I NEED to be owned and controlled. I’m so thankful for my Goddess and her leadership and control. She’s made me a better man.
I consider my chastity cage and collar both to symbolize my Goddess’s ownership over me. They are symbols of my slave status and commitment and faithful devotion to her and her alone.
I like to hold my cum for my Goddess. It’s her cum and she likes it in her balls, though on the rare occasions she allows an emission, it goes down my throat.
The slave’s job is to obey and please the pussy that owns and controls him. Chastity and denial keep him always eager and willing to do this. Orgasms are not for the slave. They all belong to the owner.
