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serpentynes · 3 years
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@oeshun     /      @warlcks​  .
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meeting   the   parents   ,                  it   was   such   a   mundane   concept.         nothing   he   ever   thought   that   he   would   have   to   experience.         perhaps   especially   given   that   their   blood   parents   were               centuries   dead.               nerves   are   a   bundle   in   the   pit   of   stomach                                                         such   an   unusual   sensation.                  he   arrives   at   provided   address,               large   bouquet   of   flowers   gripped   tightly   in   hand.               it   was   something   seen   in   a   mortal   made               romantic   comedy.                  some   sort   of   rule   to   not   arrive   empty   handed.            knuckles   knock   firmly   against   the   door   and   spine   straightens   upon   it   opening.            two   pairs   of   eyes   greet   him.               one   providing            familiar   warmth,         and   the   other   unfamiliar   but   just   as   inviting.                  “         hello.         “               charm   is   usually   so   easy   to   turn   on,               like   a   switch,            but   he   actually   cares   about   making   a   fool   of   himself.            throat   is   cleared   before   lips   form   into   a    hesitant    smile,            flowers   offered   towards   her.                  “            these   are   for   you,            señora.      “   
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crowpyre-a · 3 years
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"    i'm   too   old   to   start   again.   "
@oeshun​ :   💬
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aulltoowell · 3 years
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❝   sometimes   i   think   there   has   to   be   something   better   out   there   for   me.   ❞   she   says,   nibbling   on   the   inside   of   her   cheek.   ❝   and   then   sometimes,   i   think   this   is   all   there   is.   emptiness   inside.   ❞ // @oeshun​
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spllcat · 3 years
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hands raised in a placating manner.  “ he was unconscious when i found him. ”  his confession was sudden and intent  ;  unwilling to let any doubt set in.  he had nothing to do with the man slumped on the ground.
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💬  ft. ana /  @oeshun​
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mythtorn-a · 3 years
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@oeshun​​​    :       lyrics   starter    .
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“      i  don’t  really  know  a  lot  about  love    ...      “            too  much  time  spent  on  the  run  from  his  dad,    afraid  that  if  he  found  him  that  it  wouldn’t  take  much  to  convince  him  to  come  home.        it  was  easy  to  miss  the  warmth  of  a  home  and  a  family.      he  hadn’t  thought  that  he  would  find  that  here  with  the  pack,    with  her.        they  lay  on  a  rooftop,    starry  sky  as  the  backdrop,      but  his  attention  is  focused  solely  on  her.        “      but  you’re  in  my  head,    you’re  in    MY  BLOOD    and  it  feels  so  good,    it  hurts  so  much.      “  
about   love   by   MARINA 
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rippyre · 3 years
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she   is   youthful   ,               a   future   filled   with   endless   possibility   ahead.            and   yet,      here   she   was,            begging   for   that   to   all   just            end.            so   much   tragedy   and   death   could   have   been   avoided   if   only   he   had   been   given   a   choice.         this   was   a   mistake.         if   only   she   could   see   that.            he     is         determined         to   make   her   see   that.                     “         i’m   not   going   to   turn   you.      “                  stern   tone   is   unyielding,               mind   made   up.         “      it’s   dangerous.            not   just   for   you,         but   for   everyone.         “                  that   blood   would   not   be   on   his   hands.               so   much   of   it   already   was.   
@oeshun​​ /     clara   parker . 
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daerknss · 3 years
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“i’m in love with you.”  ( rowan )  /  @oeshun​
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she’s    on    the    floor    of    the    bedroom    they    used    to    share,    tears    rolling    down    her    cheeks    and    heart    beating    so    fast    inside    her    chest    that    it’s    all    she    hears.     “    you’re    not    real,    you’re    not    real,    you’re    not    real.   “    riley    repeats    to    herself.    despite    her    gift,    she’s    never    seen    a    ghost    she’s    known    before,    it    has    to    be    impossible    that    this    is    him.    she’s    suddenly    grateful    that    their    son    is    with    his    grandmother    so    she    can    properly    grieve    without    worrying    him           [    what    would    he    think    if    he    saw    his    mess    of    a    mother?    ]
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eyes    open    again    and    HE’S    STILL    THERE,    a    muffled    sob    escapes    against    the    hand    that    covers    her    mouth    and    riley    shakes    her    head,    finds    strength    god-knows-where    to    push    herself    onto    her    feet.    instinctively,    she    picks    up    a    lamp.     “    you’re    dead    !!   “    she    shouts,    throws    the    lamp    in    his    general    direction    .    .    .    he’s    still    there.     “    i’m    losing    my    fuckin’    mind,    that’s    what    this    is.   “
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lamnta-arc · 3 years
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𝑶𝑪𝑬𝑨𝑵   𝑺𝑾𝑨𝒀    ━    it   has   been   so   long   since   sea   salt   has   lingered   on   his   lips,    sunlight   stream   reaching   through   the   darkness   of   his   cloak.    𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚢   𝚍𝚘   𝚗𝚘𝚝   𝚏𝚒𝚝   𝚒𝚗.    days   of   travel   have   left   them   in   meager   shape      (    &   though   the   monk   has   washed   the   blood   from   his   face ,    the   wounds   he   bears   will   last .    )      squirrel   sits   alone   atop   goliath   now,    weary   and   no   doubt   hungry.    he   needs   to   rest.    it   is   with   caution   that   they   approach   her,    lancelot   leading   his   gelding   tentatively   forward .
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          ❝    pardon,    my   lady    . . .    ❞        low   rasp   and   bent   head,    a   tool   to   hide   as   much   as   a   courtesy   to   the   brightness   yet   in   her   eyes.        ❝    have   you   seen   ships   along   these   shores ?    ❞
|     |     |     |     |      𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥               :               @oeshun​  ,    for   marina  !
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moonshinaes · 3 years
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UNREQUITED LOVE STARTERS
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"well, if you mean by helping me finish the ending of my book, then by all means." dan offers the seat next to him to nate with a small smile on his face, his fingers soon pressing down on the letters of his keyboard as he hums to himself. "y'know, i haven't written anything since i wrote inside, kinda feels good." he glances over at the other, then focusing on the screen, looking at the words he was typing out. of course, if anyone knew anything related to writing and whatnot, it would be nate, considering his chops with his own company; whilst dan wasn't jealous, he was fortunate to know that he had some upper ground if he wanted his writing to be published, like he had set on before he met serena and all of them. "should i fix the wording? add in more words --- i mean, i need your discretion here, man. you know me better than most people do." / @oeshun​
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warlcks-moved · 3 years
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‘ 𝙸 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝚂𝙾 𝚂𝙸𝙲𝙺. ’ / 𝙸𝙽𝙱𝙾𝚇 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙼𝙿𝚃𝚂.
@oeshun​  /  philippe de  lorraine.
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𝙲𝙾𝙽𝙵𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝚄𝙴 𝙽𝙰𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝚂 𝚃𝚄𝚁𝙽𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙾 𝙰𝚂𝙷𝙴𝚂 𝙸𝙽 𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙼𝙾𝚄𝚃𝙷 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝚂 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙷𝙴’𝚂 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙷𝙾𝙺𝙴:    what    right    does    a    thing    with    demonic    blood    and    power    coursing    through    his    veins    have    to    pursue    happiness,    acceptance,    love    amongst    the    ranks    of    humankind    ?    Every    moment    spent    fooling    himself    has    been    glorious    and    golden,    a    warm    rush    whenever    eyes    had    the    good    fortune    to    land    upon    the    other    but    it    was    TOO    GOOD    TO    BE    TRUE,    love    a    beautiful    and    sacred    thing    meant    for    worthier    creatures    than    him.    There’s    no    masking    the    AGONY    that    glazes    brown    eyes    with    a    glassy    sheen    of    unshed    tears;    he’s    never    been    any    good    at    hiding    what    he    feels,    and    the    enormity    of    anguish    pulling    heart    apart    bit    by    bit    is    too    overwhelming.
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“    I    -    I’m    sorry.    ”    Stammered    apology    is    heartfelt    and    it’s    hard    to    say    which    he’s    trying    to    excuse;    keeping    demonic    origins    a    secret    or    simply    existing    at    all.    He’s    always    despised    what    he    is,    hated    the    HELLFIRE    that    runs    through    his    veins,    gives    him    his    power    and    no    moment    has    ever    mocked    him    for    it    as    cruelly    as    this    one.    Love    at    last    -    but    not    for    you,    monster.    Never    for    you.    Tentative    step    forward,    and    eyes    are    imploring,    pleading,    BEGGING    for    even    just    a    slither    of    understanding,    for    some    clue    that    Philippe    is    not    entirely    repulsed    by    what    he    is.    Hands    reach    out,    are    grasping    at    straws,    are    seeking    support    but    also    to    steady    -    if    revelation    has    made    the    other    as    queasy    as    he    states,    he    doesn’t    want    to    let    him    fall.    “    I    won’t    tell    you    I’m    not    monstrous    because    it’s...    it’s    not    true.    But    I’m    trying    to    be    GOOD    -    I    want    to    be.    And    I    would    never    hurt    you.    If    you    believe    anything    I    say,    believe    that.    Please.    ”
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rosewiltd-moved · 3 years
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❛   ▌┊𝐑𝐄𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 :    philippe de lorraine   ( @oeshun​ ) .
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                ❝    Give  me  one  good  reason  why  I  should  wear  this  dress.    ❞
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zondevol · 3 years
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❛  can i kiss you ?  ❜  ----   @oeshun​
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                  amusement lined the vampires face at the question, one that he was certain she should’ve already known the answer to.  which, of course, meant that he had to tease her.  as he lay on the bed, blanket pulled up just to his navel, he raised a brow.
                 “    now why would i want that  ?   you kiss like a sucker fish,   “    he said, managing to keep his face relaxed  &&  biting back the smirk.
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goldbuilt · 3 years
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"𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈, 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒏𝒂𝒎𝒆 𝒇𝒆𝒆𝒍𝒔 𝒕𝒐𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒕 & 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒚 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒎𝒚 𝒅𝒂𝒓𝒌, 𝒎𝒚 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒐𝒌𝒆𝒅, 𝒎𝒚 𝒖𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒏 𝒎𝒐𝒖𝒕𝒉 𝒕𝒐 𝒉𝒐𝒍𝒅."
a little something something for my bb @oeshun and the love of jace’s life xoxo
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yemaenja · 3 years
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you guys!  find   me   @oeshun   for   the   time   being!
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spllcat · 3 years
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he sat down across from her, taking her hands and gently squeezing them in his own.  he brought them to his lips, pressing a soft kiss one each one.   “ i've been waiting a long time for you. ”
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💬  ft. marina  /  @oeshun​
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mythtorn-a · 3 years
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@oeshun​​   sent,    “   every   time   i   touch   you,   there’s   a   moment   where   you   look   like   you   think   it   will   hurt.  ”
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WAR  &  VIOLENCE      had  become  common  in  his  afterlife.    sweet  farm  boy,  with  little  ambitions  beyond  providing  for  his  mom  and  sister,  had  been  transformed  into  a  general  practically  overnight.    maria  had  molded  him  to  fit  her  purpose,  to  win  her  territory.    innocence  practically  stamped  out.    those  years  spent  as  part  of  her  coven  left    a  stain  against  his  soul.    both  cornelius  and  alice  had  helped  in  healing  the  broken  parts,  but  perhaps  this  isn’t  something  that  could  ever  be  fully  fixed.    intimacy  would  always  be  difficult.    this,  what  was  forming  between  them,  was  quite  new.    no  matter  how  much  he  wanted  it,  wanted  her,  his  mind  and  body  still  had  reservations.    “    you  uh..    y’    noticed  that,  huh?  “      shoulders  and  jaw  are  locked.      form  appearing  like  a  marble  statue  right  before  loosening  slightly  to  speak.      “    i  don’t  mean  to.    it’s  not  like  i  think  you’d  hurt  me.    i’m  just  not  used  t’  being  like  this  ...    with  anyone.    “      this  is  something  he  had  been  avoiding  for  as  long  as  possible,    talking  about  his  past.      for  he  was  afraid  that  she  would  turn  away  if  she  knew  how  much  pain  his  two  hands  have  actually  caused.      “    i  told  you  ‘bout  alice  and  the  cullens,    but  i  wasn’t  always  with  them.    “      tongue  hesitates  as  confession  forms.      “    i  used  t’  be  something  like    A  GENERAL  for  a  vampire  army.    for  a  long  time...    all  i  knew  was  war.    “  
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