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people have hope because they do not see death standing right behind them . vaingore . fukouhei . frostdanced .

#THIS IS SO BEAUTIFUL THERE ARE TEARS IN MY EYES #follow me n the squad :* #SELF PROMOTION. #PROMOTION.

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ruffles his hair

their smile glows bright, brilliant, the star at the top of the tree during christmas eve. the gesture is full of fondness and warmth, and theo stoops down so she reaches comfortably, fingers carding through the sun-lightened hair at the top of their head.

“ what was that for, huh? ” they ask, mirth sparkling and fizzing in their voice. he tips his forehead into hers, a small bump. “ i didn't think i was nearly as fun to pet as the wolf. ”

#CUTE!!!! #astremourante #ANSWERED.

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goldfanged >>>>>> ingolds

#IMPORTANT. #little url update <:) gotta be matchies with the besties #will be updating affiliates as well tn! #always open to more people if they wanna be on there

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No offense / None taken

#FANGED. #gorgeous art

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just stand behind me. i'll protect you. 🌕 budding romance

they say it with such severity that for but a moment, theo almost moves without thinking to follow their command. her tone is commanding, their voice resonant, the kind of iron thread through their words that lead men into battle with their swords pointed at the sky. he had heard a call to arms like this at his back, and had felt it leave his own throat centuries ago.

all it takes, though, is a brief hesitation for theo to realize that he all but dwarfs them. he tries not to make tilting his chin down too obvious.

“ are you sure? ” theo probes, generous brows pulled high on their forehead. “ i mean no offense, but i think we would be better off trying it the other way around. ”

@stamour

#stamour #ANSWERED. #this is the perfect setup to a joke

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[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process. 🌕 sexual tension

their usual strategy is to never underestimate an opponent. it was a conclusion hard-learned in their youth, red-purple bruises and bloody mouth pushed down into the shifting, gritty sands, and not one they forgot since. sparring was a test of strength, not of merit, and a fight had always been just a fight. whoever was faster or stronger once, and ensured their opponent knew that they were on the receiving end of that triumph. theo had tasted victory more than once, each time sweeter than the last.

they don’t realize it’s a trap until it’s far too late.

armand suggests it innocently ( or, as innocently as he ever does ), with only a hint of fangs in his small smile and his eyes free of the usual mischievous glitter. they consider saying no, but don’t quite see the harm in agreeing. the wolf doesn’t need to get involved; this can simply be a simple roughhousing between friends. almost before theo agrees, armand slams into their abdomen, knocking theo flat on their back. not one to give up so easily, theo links a strong arm around armand’s neck, twisting until they’ve got him in a headlock.

they lose the upper hand frightfully fast. armand, slippery and quick as an ermine, slithers out from their grasp, legs flexing to pitch theo off-balance and get them on their back again. this time, before theo can attempt another choke, armand stretches a leg out and straddles them about the waist, hands trapping their wrists down by their sides. theo struggles for a moment, lifting their hips up into armand’s, and the vampire looks only delighted by this, pupils wide and black and lower lip tucked behind his teeth.

“ was this all a ploy to get me underneath you? ” theo asks, watching the reflection of the light in their canines bounce over the bridge of armand’s nose. he doesn’t let up on their arms or their legs; in a gesture theo would argue later is not retaliation, they rock their hips up again, friction and heat where armand is pressed against them. they watch his eyelids flutter, feel his grip tighten on their wrists momentarily. “ or did you actually want to prove you could beat me in a fight? ” they tilt their head, chin lifting to show their throat. armand’s eyes dip. bingo. “ i’m thinking it’s the former. ”

@godpyre

#godpyre #ANSWERED. #i think they playflight all the time actually #a little roughhousing between besties. a little fighting foreplay #ya feel

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#baby youre my AAAAAAANGEL #so special 2 me #IV.

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[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention. 🌕 sexual tension

to say that the atmosphere is charged between them would be an understatement.

since their encounter in the alley, theo has done his best to maintain some distance from spock. not overtly, and not obviously, but the signs are there; spock hands him a cup of coffee, and theo is careful to prevent their hands from brushing. they have to cram into each other’s spaces on a subway car, and theo opts to stand at the doors rather than slip through the crowd and share a small corner with his partner.

spock’s stare was heavy and probing on their nape during the last avoidance. theo, a masterclass at acting, pretended he didn’t feel it.

over time, though, one’s resolve begins to slip. theo is less aware, either because of exhaustion or forgetfulness or both, and they don’t avoid spock with the same dogged resolve.

it could be an accident. could be, if not for the spock’s dark gaze boring into his from beneath the black crescents of his eyelashes as he leans nearly across their lap to take a file from their desk. theo tries to hold his breath—tries, they convince themselves, even as their nostrils flare and they catch coffee, rain-dappled asphalt, pen ink drying on warm printer paper. spock’s forearm is feather-light over their ribs, the inside of their own upper arm, and without thinking, theo shifts nearer, the tip of their nose brushing the prominent muscle along the side of his neck.

“ you could have asked for that, you know, ” theo murmurs, voice quiet, holding themselves completely still. they feel spock’s chest expand against theirs, and lift a hand to drag their fingertips up the exposed skin of spock’s inner wrist. the station around them is deathly silent; it's just them, the dim desk lamp, and the heat that simmers beneath their skin. “ but you didn't. why? ”

@fasciinating

#fasciinating #ANSWERED. #VERSE. A PATTERN EMERGES. #yes i put it in the au FIGHT ME #listen.. stick with me here #something about working together late at night all alone #the coffee long cooled and them both a little tired and gradually falling silent between bouncing ideas off each other #and then unthinkingly they just gravitate into that space again #heehee.. hoohoo even

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sexual tension prompts.

i deleted my old blog by mistake, so i’m revamping these!! if you want to reverse them, add a +, like so: [ PIN ] + and the roles will switch! these prompts are inspired by THIS MEME! they’re designed for all muses, regardless of whether they’ve interacted before or not!

[ PIN ] : sender pins receiver against a wall.

[ HANDS ] : our muses’ hands touch. (anything from grazing past or the hand holding content we all deserve.)

[ GAZE ] : sender watches receiver from across a crowded room.

[ GUIDE ] : in order to guide the receiver, sender presses a hand against the small of their back.

[ INVITE ] : sender asks receiver into a private room with nobody else present.

[ TOUCH ] : our muses touching one another discreetly but intimately in a public setting.

[ LICK ] : sender licks something from their thumb or lips in front of receiver.

[ SLEEVES ] : sender rolls up their sleeves to reveal their forearms.

[ SMIRK ] : while interacting with receiver, sender can’t resist a smirk.

[ NECKLACE ] : sender fastens a necklace around receiver’s neck, leaning in close to do so.

[ CLOSE ] : our muses are in a position which leads to the sender stepping intimately closer to the receiver.

[ UNBUTTON ] : due to heat or stress or other reasons, sender unbuttons the top of their shirt to reveal their neckline.

[ DANCE ] : our muses dance together in close quarters.

[ DEFEND ] : sender physically intervenes between receiver and a source of unwanted attention.

[ TEXT ] : sender texts intimate content to receiver.

[ PHONE ] : while on the phone with receiver, sender flirts teasingly during the call.

[ BEHIND ] : unexpectedly, sender arrives close to receiver from behind, taking them by surprise.

[ WET ] : our muses find one another in a torrential downpour of rain, both soaking wet.

[ LEAN ] : sender leans tantalisingly close to receiver to retrieve something or catch their attention.

[ LOOK ] : sender initiates intense eye contact with receiver.

[ ALONE ] : our muses find one another alone in an isolated setting.

[ ASK ] : sender asks receiver if they’re single.

[ WHISPER ] : sender leans close to receiver’s ear in order to whisper something to them.

[ BRUSH ] : sender reaches forward to brush a strand of receiver’s hair from their eyes.

[ STEADY ] : sender steadies receiver by placing their hands on their waist when the receiver almost falls against them.

[ SMILE ] : sender begins to grin at something the receiver is saying, like a big unstoppable grin.

[ PULL ] : sender pulls receiver into their side as they’re walking together.

[ STRADDLE ] : while sparring, sender gains the upper hand and pins the receiver in place, straddling their waist in the process.

[ BLADE ] : sender, having been enemies with the receiver, places a knife to their throat, but does nothing else.

[ STARE ] : while the receiver is speaking, the sender’s gaze drifts to their lips.

[ UNDERCOVER ] : while pretending to be a couple for the sake of a mission or other purpose, sender and receiver find themselves giving a Remarkably Convincing performance that leaves them questioning how platonic they really are.

[ AFTER ] : sender has just impulsively and passionately kissed the receiver without any warning nor apparent reason. how does the receiver respond?

[ REMARK ] : after someone passes a remark on what a cute couple the seemingly platonic sender and receiver are, the sender casts a meaningful glance at the receiver, expecting them to say something about it first.

[ PHOTOGRAPH ] : as someone volunteers to take a picture of them on a day out, sender instinctively wraps an arm around the receiver to steady them, holding them close for a photo that turns out to be more romantic than they were expecting.

[ CHALLENGE ] : after the receiver teasingly suggests that the sender is a terrible kisser, sender immediately and fervently proves them wrong with a long, passionate kiss that leaves the receiver taking back what they said.

[ LANGUAGE ] : sender begins to speak seductively and fluently with the receiver in another language.

[ CONSTANT ] : after days/weeks/months/years of endless flirting back and forth, sender finally dares the receiver to go beyond flirting and break the tensions between them properly.

#INBOX. #<:)

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Julianus, tr. by W. S. Merwin, from “The Greek Anthology and Other Ancient Epigrams,”

#MUSINGS.

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it is a wound inflicted when they have to leave him behind.

the night before sticks solidly in their memory, stubborn, refusing to be brushed aside despite theo's dogged attempts. armand's hair is still messy, curls haloed about his head, eyes half-lidded above the sultry pull of his mouth. a picture he makes, theo begrudgingly admits, venus reclining upon plush cushions. and when he sits up, theodosius's gaze drops to the bruises littering his chest, to the blooms of fading purple and pink beneath his collarbones.

the duvet is pulled to cover them, and gold-green eyes snap up, tracking the cant of armand's head, the glint of his teeth as he yawns. if their words have hurt him in some way, he's excellent at hiding it.

armand's mouth, still as hot and eager as theodosius remembers, envelops their thumb. they feel their pupils dilate, light rushing in at the edges of their vision, and they press down into the slick velvet of his tongue.

“ i will, ” theo replies immediately. wordlessly, they hand over their phone, not allowing the embarrassment of their eagerness to give them pause. their stare does not leave armand's, the pad of their thumb dragging over his bottom lip. something pushes them to ask a question they don't quite want an answer to. “ do you ask all the men that leave your bed for their number? ”

in the morning, armand can barely hold his head up. his exhaustion is a palpable thing, so heavy it keeps him tangled up in the duvet, hidden save for the solid mass of dark curls that sticks out from under a pillow.

he knows that theo is leaving. perhaps hiding prepares his heart for the hit, but it does not satisfy him; he feels an unrest in his heart for the bereavement that's sure to come. when he does sit up, prickling with static as he pulls the duvet around his body, squinting into the pale morning light.

“ will you take me with you ? ”

armand mimics the man when he return's that stare, tilting his head in the opposite direction. the rejection isn't really a rejection. it doesn't feel like he's saying no, it feels open to interpretation but the cool, measured stare is something else entirely. armand doesn't know what to make of it. the night before had been heated and carnivorous, there was no room for icy stares; this felt different. theo wears his suit differently in the morning light, it's with a sleepy yawn, reaching for the other as he nears the bed.

“ text me. ” armand reaches a hand up to grip their wrist, holding him in place so that he might take theo's thumb between his lips. the tongue greets the pad eagerly, cradling it while he sucks, glancing up to meet the god with large, unfocused eyes. “ hand me your phone, ” he says with a smirk, pulling theo's thumb from between his teeth with a small nibble.

#ok armand i see #making it hard for theo to leave smh #godpyre #THREAD. #CLOSED VERSE. TWO SIDES OF THE SAME COIN.

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“ why ever would i say no? ” theo asks. a pleased smile flickers about their mouth, though they're careful to keep it measured so as not to reveal their satisfaction. this is a victory in their book, bolstered by the bright flash of lucien's own grin. someone had told them once that they were extremely difficult to say no to; every day since, that is proven to them again and again. theo gestures at themselves with a hand. “ anything i could assist with? my only plans for the evening were convincing you to let me come with you. ”

℻ @goldfanged ••• (*continued!)

❝ hmm. ❞ lucien frowns annoyed, however, it's lacking commitment and therefore it's not convincing. ��𝚗𝚕𝚢 𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚌𝚝 𝚏𝚘𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚘𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚛'𝚜 𝚊𝚖𝚞𝚜𝚎𝚖𝚎𝚗𝚝. ❝ i think i was hoping for you to say no. ❞ they turn away from the invitation. ❝ but how am i to deny these endearing words? ❞ their grin is wide, REVEALING that lucien has already changed their mind. ❝ let's meet there then, i've to take care of a few matters first. ❞

#enypneon #THREAD. #better be something delicious thats all im saying

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“ i could? if i did, would i be correct? ”

he was a character, theo will give him that. bold, brave, and confidence were held in spades, perhaps to a fault - though, theo could relate. at one time, they had been similarly foolhardy and stubborn, believing themselves to be invincible. youth and victory held golden and glowing in their palms will do that to a man. it had not ended well for them, and they still possess the scars to prove it.

who are they to ruin his fun, though?

“ are you sure about that? i imagine you land yourself in a lot of trouble very often. ”

“You could make that assumption.”

It would be a fair one, if he was painting the brave in a positive light and the cautious negatively; it would make sense that he would consider himself the POSITIVE one, right? But that really depended on what one considered the definition of brave. Willing to leap before looking? Then yes, Wolf would class himself as brave - but the brave did often jump to the front of the line to denote themselves to some GREATER CAUSE or some shit.

“But really, I’m the SECRET THIRD OPTION. Super fucking RECKLESS. It’s more fun this way!”

#storywolf #THREAD.

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patience is a quality theo possesses in droves, as well as maintaining composure when it seems everything around them is trying to break it—including nour's dramatics, the downward turn to his generous mouth. “ is another chance at life such a terrible curse? ” theo asks gently, their expression casually devoid of any indication that nour's posture is an overreaction. “ think of all the things you wouldn't have had the chance to see if you died as just a fledgling. ” theo stretches out a leg and taps the sole of nour's shoe with their own. “ we may never have met. ”

a positive outlook, can it really be so simple ? no, he doesn't think so. he's sunk as low as he can in his seat. his legs look comically long past the cushion. unlike theo, nour has tried to give up this life. there was a time where he didn't care, let him find el nar. but he returned. every time he returned. ' like cain, i have been cursed to walk the earth, ' he pays his own dramatics no mind. ' i can't give up this life so i've learned to be ungrateful of it. '

#indeath #THREAD.

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You can’t tell me werewolves aren’t the most transmasc coded creature. Happy Halloween!

#YEAAAAAH YEAH YEAH YEAH YEAH!!!!!! #nudity / #nsfw / #FANGED.

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his posture sends a sickly, shaky feeling down theo's nape, raising the hairs there, and settles uncomfortably heavy beneath the apex of their sternum. they barely recognize him as he once was, all the mischief that once shone in his eyes and the mischief curled behind teeth completely gone. the weight of him is like a ghost, light and gray and theo nearly convinces themselves that amadeo is exactly that: a phantom.

“ non ho mai smesso di cercarti, ” theo murmurs, and though he does not relax into the warm cradle of their arms, theo does not release him. when they feel his eyes shutter closed, damp eyelashes whispering against their shoulder, theo still does not let him go.

hesitantly, as if amadeo could break, they curl a hand about the back of his neck, solid and steady against that cool skin. theo breathes him deep, tries not to flinch at how strange he smells.

“ mi sei mancato tanto. ” they shut their eyes, tears pushing at the backs of their eyelids. “ dove sei andato? ”

he perches on the wolf's hip like it were a throne. his eyes, half - lidded and distant, stare down at theo with all the cool apathy of an untrustful animal. no longer do the pupils shine like a rare gem, no longer does the mouth sit in an impish way; the creature that sits atop theo can only be described as passively curious.

the slightest of sharp inhales is given in response to being touched. he'd forgotten how warm theo was. it brings a strange feeling up his thin, milky throat before he swallows and allows himself, without realizing, to be taken into those warm arms.

try as he might, he does not relax into the hold. it isn't in him, his muscles are taut and readying themselves for a fight that won't come but his body prepares anyway. amadeo falls cheek first into theo's arm's and he feels his eyes grow tight, brimming with tears that come without explanation.

“ i - ” mouth opens. mouth closes. “ mi manchi. ”

#godpyre #DYNAMIC. THEO & ARMAND. #VERSE. PAST. (CLOSED) #back to our normie urls sighhhh #we should restart 2013 tumblr trends. we could do it #means we have to make a gc specifically to talk shit though :/ idk about all that #ive never seen tlou but i get the vibes. the vibes are there. my heart hurts

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there, theo thinks, and does not allow it to show on their face. spock's curiosity is a favorite of theirs, a quality they are happy to see again and again in their companion; it is, unfortunately, also a weakness. in the pursuit of knowledge, spock is willing to go to the absolute limit of his comfort; in the event that he reaches it and the question has still not been answered, he will go further still.

is it true that the creatures flitting by beneath the water are openly fascinated by invaders in their pool, and more likely to approach such a presence? yes.

is it also true that they could lure one out from the bank with their hands alone and study in the crux of their palms? also yes.

theo does not feel the need to inform spock of the latter answer.

“ not if you want to obtain the best readings on them, ” theo replies, and crouches, bracing his hands behind him before stretching his legs out over the bank and into the water. it's pleasantly cool, the spray from the waterfall coating their skin in a fine layer of droplets. they glance back up at spock, a wink of gold teeth between parted lips as they speak and lift their brows. “ are you afraid of the water? i can try to catch one for you. ”

                                     He stays temptation out of his hands as he follows. They rest at his sides, unwavering and unswaying even while Spock’s eyes are stuck to passing trees and the tops of tall grass. Flora in itself is not foreign by design. Vulcan was not barren of vegetation for the harsh crimson desert that it was, and Earth was no particular exception either. But the landscape is reflective of Theo to him, transparent of their otherworldliness to Spock — gold and simultaneously iridescent — stealing Spock’s attention above all else.                                      “ In? ” He tilts his head, only just managing to tear his eyes away from green things and the cascade of water beside them. This close, flecks of the water strike Spock’s skin, cool and wet, and he suppresses a shudder at the idea of stepping inside of it. He looks back at the surface, keen eyesight occasionally observing the glitter of fish scales and plated tails. His own curiosity is a malediction at times. “ Is there no alternative? ”

#fasciinating #DYNAMIC. THEO & SPOCK. #VERSE. ALIEN. (CLOSED) #HEHEHEHEHEHEHE