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im neck deep in getting this other blog straightened out . basically ive been working on the header and nothing else because im picky

#ooc

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In the forest

#i'm a beast and a vicious one (aesthetic)

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okay so plan for tmrw is to get Mr. OC blog up and running. and hopefully replies here as well. and then......profit

#ooc.

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'inuit sealskin parka + inuit polar-bear-fur pants with sealksin' in expedition: fashion from the extreme - thames + hudson (2017)

#the muses bless us again (art)

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Sealskin + moosehide + rabbit fur mittens.

#the muses bless us again (art)

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1914 "Violet" by Heinrich Lefler from Art Deco, Art Nouveau and 20th Century Decoratif Arts Group, FB.

#the muses bless us again (art)

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ive had some edibles. im buying useless shit on amazon. im re-reading my own oc lore. oh fuck yea

#ooc. #tw drug mention #tw drug use

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Artemis feels the telltale clenching of muscle around her forearm before she even quite realizes what is happening, though it pleases her to no end. It rips through Zahrosa so quickly and furiously that it draws the sweetest noises from her lips. She thinks that these are even a variation of notes that have not graced her ears before this, and that is a gift in itself.

Only a few stray drops manage to escape the confines of Artemis' hand, but the gush saturates her fist like the first trickles of a river. It provides such an easy salacious pathway for her arm to continue this way, egging her on, pushing and coaxing her through the first crashing waves and immediately guiding into the roaring heat of one even more potent than the last.

"You must know that I am not finished with you quite yet," Artemis murmurs amusedly against her skin. When has she ever let her escape so easily, so unscathed?

Her shoulder stings and aches, but there is not a better wound that she could ask for than the beading of blood in the shape of Zahrosa's teeth. She thinks that she could stay wrapped up like this in the other woman's arms for the rest of her days. To feel her ragged breaths, her lips against the skin, even the growing rasp of her voice as it rises above the shower's white noise.

Their position is terribly intimate, in truth. Rosie drops her head to rest almost against Artemis' shoulder, the length of her spine pressed so firmly against tile that she can feel the uncomfortable press of bone, holds herself close with such immovable ferocity. They shan't be parted; there is no way.

Her orgasm comes on abruptly, half-unexpected even to her. Perhaps it's the pressure of her hand on the outside squeezing against Artemis', or the insistent rub of knuckles against her cervix in a way that gives her deep, sudden shocks of pleasure, or just the fact that the Goddess knows so well what she likes, but she comes.

The thick girth of Artemis' forearm only allows a little liquid to escape as Rosie cries out, her insides twitching and convulsing powerfully. She cannot even try to shift away in overwhelmed instinct, speared as she is, and the noises that leave her are perfectly wrecked because of it.

They are stifled only when she bites at Artemis' shoulder hard enough to break skin. She shudders against the woman, her limbs weak, and resolves that she might scream if the huntress dares to stop now. Not that she thinks there's much likelihood of that. Hells, this woman...

#sorrowsick: zahrosa #nsft #back on track? more like no thoughts.......

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yeah. yeah im getting the itchy fingers for him. so. maybe ill uh. maybe ill look at some.....urls....... stupid scratchy beard man. and his undead dog,

thinking about my old deaf scottish necromancer oc.................kinda missin him.........

#i cAN DO TWO BLOGS .... #ooc

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thinking about my old deaf scottish necromancer oc.................kinda missin him.........

#ooc. #hmmmmmmmmm

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CARA GEE AS CAMINA DRUMMER The Expanse, Season 2-6

#i'm a bird and a broken one (mirror)

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Send Smash or Pass + a name and my muse will say if they would smash or pass on that person.

#for SHITS #an offering (memes)

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Artemis would feel the imprints of Zahrosa's fingers upon her skin centuries from now. She would swim in the indescribable feeling between them now forevermore; it swallows them up like an ocean, the Marianas Trench of sentiments, the limits unseen and undiscovered.

"I must," she breathes warmly against the damp of her lover's neck, smiling while doing so. These arms looped around her neck--it feels so incredibly intimate, and it has nothing to do with the gratuitous position of her hands, nor the slick of their skin together.

The Goddess presses the blonde against the wall so firmly that she easily supports her. Zahrosa has surrendered herself in all ways: Artemis intends to clutch her closely, covetously, protectively. If the sorceress was to come to harm--and not the hedonistic kind--it would not be through her.

Hot water rains down on them, but it is not as hot as the push of Artemis' arm against the muscle of the blonde's cunt. She feels every tremble and clench, every flutter that the rub of her knuckles elicits through the barrier of her cervix and the ridges on the wall. She fucks her like she is playing each individual key of her body, tailored to how the Goddess knows her preferences. Her fingers curl within the tight ring of muscle so precisely, so confidently, that it cannot be mistaken for anything else but closeness.

A millennium hardly sounds like enough time when she is in this state, overtaken by some form of bliss that they create between them; not precisely pleasure or pain or contentment but something larger. She could not forget this if she tried. She would not want to.

Rosie hisses as Artemis' third finger works its way into her, but concentrates on allowing herself to relax and be spread wide. She can imagine how pretty it must look, one hole stretching around her fingers and the other devouring what must surely be half of Artemis' forearm by now. Even the thought has her groan.

(She should take some pictures for the Goddess some time, she thinks. Why, the filthy things she can think to show her...)

The sorceress laughs, another breathless, half-delirious thing that makes her whole body tremble all the more, her thighs shaking dangerously already. Only one of her feet is fully touching the ground, the other half-lifted where she has her legs spread, barely any weight through it at all. "I think you already have," Zahrosa says, and squirms a little against the wall. "I think you must."

She is taking that as an invitation, apparently, since her legs were incapable of holding much longer in any case. She simply holds on, looping her arms around Artemis' neck, allowing the other woman her complete weight.

#sorrowsick: zahrosa #nsft #UR GF IS FUCKING U AND ALL U CAN THINK ABT IS SENDING HER NUDES LSTER

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KISS ME .. an assortment of kissing prompts .

sharing a kiss while sitting by a campfire.

a kiss that leaves behind lipstick marks.

a kiss given between ocean waves.

kissing your lover because you believe you're going to die.

kissing the tears that roll down your lover's cheeks.

a kiss while being held bridal style.

a playful kiss given between laughter.

finally kissing the friend you've been yearning for.

kissing your enemy while holding them at knife point.

a kiss in the aftermath of a fight.

forbidden lovers sharing a kiss in the shadows.

kissing down your lover's body.

kissing at a crowded party.

a kiss shared against a tree.

a kiss to end sexual tension.

kissing to pretend that you are in a relationship together.

a kiss to prove you no longer have feelings for your lover.

a kiss shared to make someone else jealous.

a kiss that leads to undressing each other.

a kiss to say goodbye.

kisses against a wound.

a kiss to the forehead, meant to soothe.

a kiss to the neck from behind.

an 'i love you but i can't be with you' kiss.

an 'i'm in love with someone else, but you're here' kiss.

passionate kisses that end in ripped clothing.

an 'i forgive you' kiss.

a kiss shared at a masquerade ball.

your lover going to walk away, but you grab them and pull them back in for a kiss before they go.

a kiss shared underneath fireworks.

#always!!!! #an offering (memes) #im hoarding memes and yet..and yet

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GRAVE CONVERSATIONS with David Dastmalchian

Episode 1: Kate Siegel

#...... #zahrosa + artemis #yeah

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i have been wrestling with the urge to flat out write a 5000 word drabble about artemis lore or some fucking like. Ficlet thing but I literally DO Not have the time or the spoons and it's absolutely aggravating!!!!!! the urge is there!!!!!

#ooc.

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Artemis' gaze settles on August with a heavy weight. She is a tall tree in the light of the fire, shadow stretching to reach over him and his precious cargo.

"Indeed he did," she agrees softly, and kneels to investigate further. The lamb is still. "This one has already crossed the Styx with Charon," Artemis says, though not unkindly. "How would you like to honour it?"

@epistrefei: don’t you know better than to wander off at night alone? what if something happened to you?

memes, accepting

august journeys to camp. the fire smolders, yo-yos. it saturates him in tiger and apricot hues. artemis was stood lookout, her stare shrapnel. no doubt she feared him injured, ailing, worse.

“ he needed a shepherd. ”

a dead lamb is cradled to the youth’s bosom. (milk white wool. lashes battened like asleep.) and how august prays the lamb dreamt sweetly. dreams of bountiful green pastures. dreams of innocence.

#soulmissed #tw animal death