#motylheir

[puritates]

“  who  did  this  to  you  ?  ”

The pain had been blinding. Black spots fluttered around the corners of her vision as she fought hard to stay awake. She needed to get away, needed to find somewhere, anywhere, that was safe. Her body collapsed against the stone. She didn't even notice when she had blacked out.

"Who did this to you?"

The question startled her awake. A hand reached for a sword she didn't have before falling limp to her side. Heavy. Her head felt so heavy. Still, she forced herself to look up, who had found her? It was...

"Earl...Trancy...?" Her voice came out as a wheeze. What a sorry sight she must be. Her right hand pushed her up from the ground, her left pressing against the oozing wound in her abdomen. The pain the simple motion caused her made her whine, but she forced herself to sit up.

"I... don't know. You should run. Please. It's too dangerous here!"

#motylheir #— A LETTER; ≺ INBOX ≻

[acollapsar]

🐹 like a potato

How Intimidating Am I?

Send 🐹 for “You? Intimidating? Hell no.”

yes, good good. i'm the harmless, non-intimidating potato sebastian is rating in chapter 179

#motylheir #out. / prompted #// i'm a lousy three also btw

[katsu-at-the-bottom]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

You should post more! aaaaaaaaaa

#motylheir

[fhulhuse-of-muses]

✨🧡🌙SEND THIS TO TEN OTHER BLOGGERS YOU THINK ARE WONDERFUL. KEEP THE GAME GOING ✨

Ayyyyy, you're wonderful too!

#motylheir

[lightcreators]

@sorcierchaton

SEASONAL  AESTHETICS  . ( draco malfoy edition )

bold  what  applies  to  your  muse     /     repost,  don’t  reblog  !

𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑. a chill right down to the bones.    tobogganing.    teeth chattering.   sleeping all day.   sitting by the fireplace.  spending time with family.    layered clothing.    seeing another’s breath.   loving the cold.    a state of inactivity.   cold hands.    blistering winds shaking the closed windows.   a bookcase full of brand new books and all of the time in the world to read them.    cable knit socks.    a bitter remark.  a log cabin in the middle of nowhere.    hating the cold.    full-length windows to peer out of.   pale skin.    deep conversations.   watching the snow fall. sharp edges.   hot cocoa.    smelling every candle in the store.   a wild snow storm. melancholy.    lighting candles around the bathtub.    snow globes.   expressing yourself but never finding quite the right words.  the softest of blankets.   liking, but not loving something or someone.

𝐒𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆. the smell after it rains.   being in control of yourself.  a soft breeze blowing your hair. lightning when it strikes.    cherry blossoms.   bright mornings.   the first sign of hope.    the relief of finding something you lost.    paris in the spring.   birds chirping.    the art of growing.   a kiss on the cheek.  the clap of thunder.    a tornado in the valley.    smiling at a stranger.   planning.    saccharine pinks.    making promises.   trying something new.    hugs when you need them most.  a bee sting.   sitting on the steps of the met.   coming inside drenched from the thunderstorm.    picnics on a red checkered blanket in the new sun.   that feeling you get when you put on a good dress.   a long hike.   rushing when you can take your time.   going to the gym at ungodly hours.  excitement for what’s coming.   becoming yourself.    rain boots.

𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑.      lanterns lit around a campfire.    seeing the sunrise like its the first time again and again. melting ice cream.   the warmth of sun rays upon skin.  fireworks.   the feeling of never wanting something to end.  beach days.    the lone blow up floaty left in the pool, drifting with the warm nights breeze and nothing else.   music blasting at 3am, loud and proud. palms trees on sunset boulevard.   longer days and shorter nights.   wanderlust.  nights spent staring at the stars.    sand castles.   road trips.    blood orange sunsets. leaving the laundry to hang outside.    flowers in bloom.    sneaking out of your room late at night. pure contentment.   barefoot in the sand.   the street lights coming on.    the sound of the ocean in a seashell. freshly squeezed lemonade.   loose clothing.   a cannonball into the pool.    sunflowers.   the hazy pink before dusk.   relaxation.

𝐅𝐀𝐋𝐋.     the leaves changing colors.    a heavy backpack.   the smell of old books.   eating until you’re stuffed.    deep, dark woods.   the silence in loudness.   abandoned houses.   ripped jeans.   crunching leaves beneath feet.   feeling like you’ve been somewhere before. sitting at a bay window.   having endless amount of homework.    charcoal drawings.   screaming into a pillow as loud as you can.   pumpkin patches. creaky floorboards.   accepting that some things do have to change.   museums.   small talk. being ignored.    procrastinating.   a door slamming shut.   going to bed early.   baking pies.   the fear of walking alone in the dark.  feeling completely and terribly lost.   a twig snapping. crisp, cool days.   belly laughter.   converse.    foggy mornings at the shoreline.   writing a daily entry in a journal.   a lonely day.

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tagging: @bccksmarts, @tiimecrash, @featherchan, @moonshinemuses, @sorcierchaton, @lcvelj, @sheyearns, @stealshearts, @lxckheart, @helltore; @motylheir & everyone interested by it ! 

#( dash games. ) #character study :: draco malfoy #long post / #harry potter /

[mariatsu]

Największą przyjemnością powinien być widok Twojego chudego ciała.

#inspiracja #motywacja #cytat #cytat po polsku #afirmacja #sentencja #sukces #przemy?lenia #dzia?anie #cytaty #chudość #chudniemy #chudzinka #chudnij #chude dziewczyny #pragnę chudości #chudosc #chude nogi #chude r?ce #motylheir #lekka jak motyl #motylki #motyle w brzuchu #motylek #moty levi

[pieknymotylekany]

Przepraszam za wczorajasza nieobecnosc!!

polowe swojego wczorajszego dnia spedzilam w szkole ale to was nie interesuje podziele sie tym ile zjadlam a wiec

1ciastko

bulka

cale opakowanie mietowych gum

4l wody

jestem z siebie dumna bo zazwyczaj sie objadam pamietajcie piekne to chude

#chce widziec swoje kosci #chude jest piękne #jestem motylkiem #chce byc piekna #lekka jak motyl #motylek #chce byc motylkiem #chce byc perfekcyjna #chude nogi #chcę być lekka #motylek any #chudy brzuch #motylheir #chude r?ce #motylki any #gruba szmata #pragnę chudości #nie jestem glodna #za gruba

[lunafaeris-archive]

👂 (luna - littlejim)

relationship building | accepting.

send 👂 to overhear my muse talking about yours.

                    “Hey, Luna... why is there a little boy sleeping in your bed?”

          Standing over the kitchen sink, she kept her back turned to him, taking care after washing up and setting a couple of empty mugs on the dish rack to dry, thoroughly wringing her hands through with a towel down to her wrists. She wasn’t at all surprised by his reaction... naturally, Anton had to pass by her room on the way to his further down the hall, and she always kept the door open. She never saw any reason to lock it as she was rarely ever in there, and even when she did sleep from time to time she never went as far as to crawl and tuck herself into bed.

          But tonight, she saw that it was put to better use. Better than just her keeping up appearances for the sake of seeming human. She had changed the linens before putting him to bed, of course, and left the door open ajar in case he called for her or needed anything. But as soon as his head hit the pillow, he was fast asleep in a matter of seconds as she drew the blankets over him, letting him rest as she quietly wandered off into the kitchen.

          “That’s Jim. He’s a lost boy I found.” Won’t leave my side is more like it, she thought begrudgingly, grinding her molars and pulling her sleeves back down after she was done rinsing everything.

                    “Lost? Is he a runaway? Shouldn’t his parents be looking for him?”

          “I’d imagine they would be. But they’re dead as far as I’ve been told.”

                    “... Then why is he here?”

          “He’s only staying for the night, to get him out of the cold. I plan on finding him someplace else the morning. Somewhere safer, more suitable... where he can be given the care that he needs.”

                    “Well, if that’s the case... why not just let him stay here a for while?”

          Of course, yet another expected turn of events. She’d expected him to suggest that as an option, and for as much as she knew that his heart was in the right place, it just wasn’t possible. His heart bled for others, for being kind. But she was merely acting out of her own sense of responsibility. Responsibility that had been deeply ingrained into her ever since she was a child, when she was made to look after others who were too afraid to go to anyone else. When they didn’t have a mother figure in the household after her own mother died... a woman she never even knew, and yet she was forced to emulate her and take on the role when no else would. Not even her own grandmother, who was too busy plotting out her revenge to undermine the Papal State and its armies. Teaching her granddaughter the art of manipulation, politics, how to rule with an iron fist in a world that barely allowed women anything.

          Freedom, security... these were things she was taught from an early age that she had to fight for, things that no child should have been burdened with just because their elders had grown bitter. Her grandmother was a role model, someone whom she idolized, but not a parent. She had only started to realize that herself after Anton became a part of her life through the contract, the sigil of which was still plainly embedded on her left hand like a tattoo. She turned around, hands down at her sides, her bare left prominently showing off the mark, a black pentagram surrounded by a crown of thorns and other Solomonari symbols that kept demons like her bound and chained.

          “He’s a child, not a pet. I don’t have the time, but importantly it’s not safe for him here. I have enough trouble covering your tracks so the newest chapter of exorcists don’t follow you to our doorstep.”

                    “Hey, that’s... okay, fine. But if it’s like you say, that he really doesn’t have anyone else... then it’s not that different from how things turned out with me, right?”

          “It’s completely different and you know it.” She didn’t even miss a beat with her response, quickly falling back to her dry commentary of the situation as she crossed her arms, leaning back against the kitchen counter. “I’ve already said that it’s not safe here, and you know much I hate to repeat myself. You know I’m right about this, Anton. There will be no argument.”

@motylheir | previous.

#❛ in character. ﹙Luna﹚ #❛ in character. ﹙Anton﹚ #motylheir #❝ two black eyes from loving too hard & a black heart that matches your blackest soul.﹙v : main﹚ #long post tw. #this gave me... feelings #feelings i was not ready for ;w; #also based it on a previous aks/one shot you sent #just for context!

[forlornprodigy]

“ this path you’re on… it’s gonna get you killed. you know that, though; don’t you? “

❛   you   don't   have   to   tell   me   what   i   already   know⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯      this   was   my   choice   alone.   even   if   i   could   take   it   back,   i   would   still   stay   on   the   same   path.   ❜

#【 ( IC; ) answered letters. 】 #motylheir

[puritates]

Body Language

BOLD➝ always / usually applies

ITALIC ➝ only applies situationally / sometimes

DEFENSIVENESS—

arms crossed on chest /crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip /baring of teeth

REFLECTIVE—

hand to face gestures /head tilted/ stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off — cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to the bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows

SUSPICION—

arms crossed / sideways glance/ touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon /brows rising / lip pressing into a thin line / strict unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose

OPENNESS + COOPERATION—

open hands/ upper body in sprinters position / sitting on the edge of a chair / hand-to-face gestures / unbuttoned coat / tilted head / slacked shoulders / droopy posture / feet pointed outward / palms flat and facing outward

CONFIDENCE—

hands behind back/ hands on lapels of coat /steepled hands /baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders /tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel

INSECURITY + ANXIETY—

chewing pen or pencil /rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / hands in pockets / elbow bent /closed gestures/ clearing throat / pacing / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging at pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing fingers sporadically / squinting

FRUSTRATION—

short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / running hand through hair / rubbing back of neck /snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eyed glowers with notable tension in brows / shoulders back, head up / defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding of teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales

Tagged by: @ominasapphirus

Tagging: @wolfofwinchester @motylheir

#— FUN AND GAMES; ≺ MEME REPLY ≻

[blxndebutlering]

   Looks at the vase the young Earl Trancy broke.   Squints at the shattered pieces.

          “   ... Oh, good Lord.   That thing was UGLY.   I think it wanted ta die !   ”

#motylheir #'ello 'ello wot's all this then ?! ( DASH COMMENTARY. ) #I guess you are a different kind of human. ( IC. ) #(( djfakljfkal MARLOWE YOU CAN'T SAY THINGS LIKE THAT IN POLITE COMPANY !!! ))

[freckleddoll]

@motylheir​ has entered the Circus!

“Thank you for comin’ ta the show!” Doll said, extending a hand to the boy in front of her. Joker always told her to be extra grateful and courteous of any Nobleman who attended the show. “I do hope ya enjoy, and come again this week.”

#motylheir #rp greeter #ooc: feel free to ignore! #ooc: thank you for the follow!!

[lightcreators]

@motylheir​ continue from here

❝ Are you implying I don't recognize it ? ❞ He turned towards him while hand briefly ceased applying concealer upon his body's contusions. ❝ If you're sure and aware of such path, then tell me right away. Do not waste my time with such ridiculous riddles.❞

Displeasure  over  contusions  on  his  young  body  reflected  into  every  corner  of  his  expression,  when  a  controlled  anger  was  searching  to  not  be  so  obvious  into  his  gaze.  It  wasn’t  like,  with  all  he  watched  so  far,  the  Lord  Trancy  giving  himself  so  pleasant  afterlife  place  …  considering  unforgivable  affairs  he  getting  involved  with.  Left  him  on  Tartarus  would  be  even  gentleness.  However,  at  his  most  displeasure,  he  wasn’t  allowed  to  interfering  —  generating  immedietly  his  fall,  gaining  what  he  wanted  for  his  own  selfish  needs  —  but  could  at  least  influencing  the  chessboard.  Gaining  that  result  though  mortals  means  by  simply  bring  that  way  open,  bring  easier  Fate’s  finality.  That  passing  shadowing  irratation  changed  into  an  soft  compassionate  gaze,  when  naturally,  under  his  parental  fiber,  moving  on  a  little  closer  of  him.  For  make  that  difficult  conversation  easier  for  both  of  them.    ❝    Survive.    ❞  There  was  an  utmost  softness  into  a  word  who  resonated  like  a  injunction.  Then,  considering  how  brutal  that  answer  might  be,  he  slowly  take  his  chin  over  one  of  his  hands,  forcing  him  to  watch  luxury  about  him.    ❝  Look  at  this  luxury  around  you.  Don’t  miss  the  chance  to  make  it  personal.  Yours.    ❞  Trapped  into  his  inability  of  interference,  he  brought  that  reassuring  part.    ❝  This  old  man  won’t  last  long.  ❞

#motylheir #ic :: hades #( ♔ ) interconnected subplot #( 👑 ) black butler #hades and alois tbt.

[mariatsu]

Chciałabym być przeraźliwie chuda.

#chudniemy #chudzinka #chude dziewczyny #chudość #chudnij #chude r?ce #chudosc #chudy brzuch #motyle w brzuchu #motylheir #lekka jak motyl #motylki #motylek #moty levi #anorexx #anonimo #pro anoxeria #anorexik #anonymous #anoniem #anorecksia

[pieknymotylekany]

Jeśli naprawde chcialabys byc piekna i chuda nie obzeralabys sie tyle

#chudy brzuch #motylek #motylheir #lekka jak motyl #motylki any #chce byc piekna #chce widziec swoje kosci #jestem motylkiem #brak samoakceptacji #chcę być lekka