“ i could be your toy. “ for mike !

🍒 @ncvabcrn . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

"oh yeah?" mike's brows are immediately raised at that, interest sparked in his brain the moment that it hits the air. he meanders forth, falling into the couch. crossing ankles whilst putting an arm around their shoulders.

"so that's what you want, huh?" he asked, his brows raised. "you like being someone's toy?" he leans in, his other hand landing on their thigh. they'd be the perfect toy, he must admit. if you were explorative, at least.

he leans into their ear, smirking before biting on their earlobe softly. "well, be careful what you wish for -- because i'm known to take my time, when it comes to my favorites."

@malka-lisitsa liked for a small starter

Ever since king Robert's arrival, both of his parents seemed to be as occupied as they had imagined they would be so Robb decided to take upon himself to help with the last preparations ❝ we will need more candles there... ❞ he began, pointing to the place in question ❝ and more food just in case ❞ the fire haired added. Gaining himself a confused look from the servant beside him before he nodded and left to fulfill his orders.

It was then, as he scanned the room in order to find anything else that could possibly be missing, that he noticed her with her brown hair and eyes. Seemingly searching for something without much success. ❛ She looks like she needs some help ❜ the Stark thought, and thus took a few steps towars the girl ❝ forgive me, but you appear to be lost ❞ he said now standing just some meters away from her ❝ is there anything I can help you with? ❞

tag dump.

𝐢. morgana ✦ the high priestess 𝐢𝐢. meme ✦ send the thing 𝐢𝐢𝐢. answered ask ✦ a raven has been received 𝐢𝐯. starter call ✦ hit the heart 𝐯. character study 𝐯𝐢. damn the consequences 𝐯𝐢. no one is unscathed 𝐯𝐢𝐢. aesthetics 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. headcanon 𝐢𝐱. musings 𝐱. desires 𝐱𝐢. wishlist ✦ a dream is a wish your heart makes 𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. promo ✦ spread the love ✦ self promo ✦ ooc 𝐱𝐢𝐯. thread 𝐱𝐯. otp ✦ mergana 𝐱𝐯. otp ✦ armor 𝐱𝐯. otp ✦ morgwen

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For each “⭐️” I get, I’ll write a headcanon about our muses. - ACCEPTING ! // @fcllederage

hyacinthe is one of the first people caroline met after she moved to new york and happen to be one of the only ones that she generally feels comfortable with . care feels like she can be open to the other and she wants them to feel like they can be open just as well .

tag dump.

𝐢. henry ✦ the prince, 𝐢. alex ✦ sweetheart 𝐱𝐯. otp ✦ firstprince 𝐢𝐢. meme ✦ send the thing 𝐢𝐢𝐢. answered ask ✦ royal mail has been received 𝐢𝐯. starter call ✦ hit the heart 𝐯. character study 𝐯𝐢. there is bravery in being soft 𝐯𝐢. long may he reign 𝐯𝐢. i think i've seen this film before 𝐯𝐢𝐢. aesthetics 𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. headcanon 𝐢𝐱. musings 𝐱. desires 𝐱𝐢. wishlist ✦ a dream is a wish your heart makes ✦ thread

tag dump.

𝐢. harry ✦ the chosen one

𝐢𝐢. meme ✦ there's no need to call me sir professor

𝐢𝐢𝐢. answered ask ✦ an owl has been received

𝐢𝐯. starter call ✦ hit the heart

𝐯. character study ✦ I love magic

𝐯𝐢. hogwarts will always be there to welcome you home

𝐯𝐢𝐢. aesthetics ✦ stay beautiful

𝐯𝐢𝐢𝐢. headcanon ✦ the boy who lived

𝐢𝐱. musings ✦ something worth fighting for

𝐱. desires ✦ chocolate frogs and pumpkin pasties

𝐱𝐢. wishlist ✦ a dream is a wish your heart makes

𝐱𝐢𝐢. promo ✦ spread the love

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. otp ✦ harmonie

𝐱𝐢𝐢𝐢. otp ✦ drarry

✦ thread

✦ ooc

✦ dash games

✦ psa

✦ fanart

tags  woohoo  <3

tag  drop  part  i .

𓏲  *   ( paul mescal, cismale, he/his )   ⸺   pictures of ATTICUS REID,  the  twenty-eight  year  old  photographer,  have been showing up all over my feed, and considering the last time they were #trending, it was due to posting embarrassing poetry about his ex on instagram — i’m not likely to unfollow anytime soon. with their plain white tee threaded with the finest cotton, levi 501s cuffed at the ankle, doc marten suede slingbacks & an ancient denim jacket that smells of cigarettes. they’ve managed to garner a reputation for being more vehement than reticent. their critics say that they’re more saturnine than cabalistic when they aren’t too busy focusing on their at a freshly popped! cork, crimson sloshes into a glass ,musk and berry hesitates before the syrupy acidity slips across your tongue,  &  the thunderstorm that brews between furrowed brows is a treacherous one, a magpie will see shine and expect something fantastical but those up close know better than to entertain riches. an abandoned shoreline. easy. breathe. those golden spectacles that pry into your toes and make home there for weeks. a deep breath as the tide washes away. bitterness - coffee, wine - he is not for the faint - hearted as he is not one of faint heart. malignants dance around his bed frame with taunts that fall from spiked tongues, blood is drawn until you awake with a start. reputation.com has taken to calling them SPACE COWBOY in order to avoid a lawsuit ( again ).  ──  

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his story starts washed in crimson; the sky burns with the knowledge of heartbreak, a shattered muscle torn from the chest and crumbled into pulp across the width of a fist. it’s not a dark and stormy night when atticus is placed upon the steps of an orphanage buried deep in the veins of new york, his awakening limbs wrapped up in plaid blankets like the opening scene of a hollywood picture. the sun fizzles, pride has made way for humility as darkness sweeps in, the stoic buzz of the cicadas steady in the evening breeze. a city that never sleeps is stirring, the streets alive with unfinished romances and subdued goodbyes. it’s parents who he’ll never get to know that slink into the shadows, press the doorbell and run because running is all they’ve ever known. he doesn’t cry as he’s lifted into strange arms, coddled by the strength of a bicep. it’s almost as if he’s aware, even in his innocence, that this feeling will become all too familiar to him, to fall in love brilliantly but fleetingly.

𝐢𝐢 but life never seems to reflect the glitz and glamour of the movies; he learns this firsthand; the city is disgusting - a rotting corpse of the age of romance. he grows up under multiple roofs - the people who take him in more cruel and gluttonous than the next, ruled by the exchange of power as though the world is held in the fists of people who like to break things; he watches through tired eyes as dreams are crushed and devoured beneath the tongue of the devil. the skylines are drained of hope, a lacklustre enthusiasm seeps from the pores of the street and rusts the ground with a filmy layer of melancholy. he spends his childhood with families who will never love him because they can’t love themselves - it’s a blur of melancholy & an ache in his bones, he feels more alone than ever.

𝐢𝐢𝐢 he finds solace behind the cool metallic touch of a camera ; had fallen for the lens from a young age, capturing life’s most beautiful ugly moments - crooked teeth and broken hearts, greetings & goodbyes, scars and bruises, tear stained cheeks and crinkled eyes. he has a talent for it too, and the portraits he posts on social media of his friends soon begin to create traction. it’s always people he photographs, rather than places or products, uses a soft hand to coax his models into vulnerability, his pictures always hauntingly delicate. 

𝐢𝐯

currently freelances but has done shoots for various vogues, paper, rolling stone, the new yorker etc.

personality wise he is kind of mysterious.. doesn’t really talk about his past which he is slightly hardened by, but he’s also a LOVER BOY so he can be naive/co-dependent when it comes to relationships… he definitely looks for the good/beauty in everything. 

a good friend to have, always has a j*int in the pocket of his jeans or tucked behind his ear. 

has a hard case of imposter syndrome

terrified everybody is going to leave him one day :(

definitely has an instagram like c*le spr*use of pictures of people taking pictures of him

#𝐄𝐋𝐘𝐒𝐈𝐈𝐔𝐌  . . . a  private & dependent  multimuse  blog for  𝑑𝑒𝑠𝑐𝑒𝑛𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑡𝑜𝘩𝑒𝑙𝑙  .  as loved and penned  by  luna  (  30  /  she , her  /  est  )  .

𝑢𝑛𝑑𝑒𝑟 𝑐𝑜𝑛𝑠𝑡𝑟𝑢𝑐𝑡𝑖𝑜𝑛 . . .

𝐢. auraline wayne  ➜  intro  .  threads  . pintrest . 𝐢. violet  de’  medici  ➜  intro  .  threads  . pintrest . 𝐢𝐢𝐢. logan  starkweather  ➜   intro  .  threads  . pintrest . 𝐢𝐯. aurora  de’  medici  ➜  intro  .  threads  . pintrest . 𝐯. kaladhar thakur ➜  coming soon . . .

🌸 !!!

🍒 @vulpesse 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   ↪ 🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬.

"well . . . you're a pretty one, aren't you?" snakes sizzle &. coil beneath the modest veil. "are you lost, child?"

@summerkng continued from here

❝  It does not seem like you understand that if this alliance is to work, we are both equals  ❞  lacking the stag’s apparent ability to be calm even in a tense situation, Robb continued furious. And, even as if Grey Wind could feel it, a distant howl coming from his tent could be heard. Did he think he was that stupid? Even him was clever enough to notice how behind his kind words during supper, he was not taking him seriously. Perhaps he thought he was merely a green boy who had  taken a liking to playing at war. 

It mattered not. He would prove to the other how wrong he had been to judge so quickly ❝ believe me, king Renly,  despite your army’s size, you need me as much as I need you  ❞ a reality he would understand even more easily if he knew the plan he had in mind, but it was too soon to reveal it when he didn’t even know if he could trust him  ❝  for together we could have the Lannisters' head mounted on spikes before the moon has turned and Westeros would be spared the bloodshed of a long war. ❞

🌸 for either of the muses I marked on your interest tracker 👉👈?

🍒 @bdkrp 𝐀𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐃   ↪ 🐝  *  ―  𝑴𝑼𝑺𝑬 𝑹𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑬𝑻𝑻𝑬. 

technicians . . . funtime foxy hasn't seen one 'round her show-stage in a long while. he'd been hauled to parts &. service, evidently - however for what, she has no idea. uncanny mouth held open, body is slumped over in activated anchor mode (controlled by circus baby). face-plates shift in a minute movement as internal systems kick-into gear, with yellow orbs sliding with plastic shudders. "it seems as though i have been moved, however my systems have no memory of such a thing." voice-box crackles boisterously before quieting to a soft hum.

❛ i do what people pay me to do. ❜ for missy !

🍒 @clownfile . old meme

her legs are folded, calves strongly held by high heels, strappy &. fashionable. her toes painted a bright red to match lips &. fingers. . . . her foot is bobbing just - so, whilst straw dances between ice-cubes in their little synchronized spins. she nods, two fingers pinching stem while the other tap with soft clinks against dishware. "i know," she responds, a bit more notably reserved than usual. . . .

"y'ever think about just doin' it fer yerself? goin off on yer own?" with her, she means. she thinks being part of something bigger is stupid - she'd never do it. but, well. she knows houston better than he thinks. "mm, better yet, don't answer - i know yer' gonna say a big, fat nope t'that one, buster."

“You have to tell me. Not telling me is just as bad as lying.” / you know for who and from who <3

her brows are lowered, while sharp, red eyes remain trained seriously upon her face. however, there's a soft smirk that quirks a brow in-turn. "is that how you talk to your superior officers, captain?" looks up at him yet chin is lowered. back against the wall both literally &. figuratively. "i have never been obligated to share anything with you. you are lucky i see what others do not, but do not confuse our special relationship as entitlement." . . . "is that understood?"

🍒 @6uirs ↪ emotional manipulation starters

“ tell me what you want. “ / for judith

🍒 @p0pestar . *      ―    ﴾  𝚗𝚜𝚏𝚠  𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚝𝚜  ﴿   :    𝐋𝐄𝐒𝐒  𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐘  𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍.

her mouth dries up like the sahara, but not out of disinterest. quite the contrary, indeed. her shocked &. open orifice curled just-so at the corners. the flush in her face growing hot beneath his close gaze.

his finger is providing guidance to her chin, whilst she's in such a vulnerable position. lacy, silky pink patching bra &. panties on display, with her long hair prettily hanging by her shoulders. styled, despite having been under her habit. perhaps she knew she would be visited by the unholy audience, today.

"i wouldn't --" she begins, laughing softly. her fluttering lashes lowered with a sudden overflow of her smile. "i'm afraid i wouldn't even know, myself. if i'm honest." she finally musters the courage to look up at him with doe eyes. "you understand, don't you?" she asks, though still she reaches behind her with powdered doves to unclasp her bra. the pink straps falling to reveal little breasts. eager, heaving. "i want you to show me how."