Touch me, yeah
I want you to touch me there
              Make me feel like I am breathing
                               Feel like I am human

    She sought death on a queen-sized bed
And he had said, “Darling, your looks can kill,
                                    So now you’re dead.”

♥ 1 — 8 hours ago on 20 Oct 2014

Be my Queen

Looking over, April scrunched her face. “…What?”

1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014
My muse has amnesia. What would you tell them about their relationship with your’s to try and get them to remember?

gallifreyliveson:

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♥ 20922 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via ex-hunter-scarlet (source)
Send “Be my King/Queen” for my character’s reaction.
♥ 2904 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via askbigbrolucifer (source)
walking-whitaker:

plotsforall:


Plot 84: Whispering Woods

Muse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.       
One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled, as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrive at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found.     
Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A’s coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they’re alright, wherever they are. Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what’s keeping them bound to these woods. Muse B is a ghost, but doesn’t know it.      

;;wishlist, I really like this,

walking-whitaker:

plotsforall:

Plot 84: Whispering Woods

Muse A lives in a small town just a stone’s throw away from a dense forest, called the Whispering Woods. Every afternoon, especially in the fall, when the leaves are changing color and the air is crisp, Muse A likes to walk through the woods on their way home. Muse A sits on the kissing rock at the mouth of the woods, straps up their boots and inhales the fresh pine before embarking on the winding path to the log bridge. As Muse A crosses the log bridge, one foot over the over, they enjoy the soft ‘whispers’ (for which the woods are named after) of the meandering creek below. The whispers always seem louder in October for some reason, almost comprehensible. Townspeople like to say it’s because the woods are haunted by spirits, but Muse A’s never been the superstitious type. They’ve been frequenting the woods since they were a kid and nothing spooky has ever happened to them before.       

One afternoon, Muse A encounters Muse B in the thick of the towering pines. Muse B looks lost and disheveled, as if they haven’t had a shower or a proper meal in a few days. Concerned for the unfamiliar wanderer, Muse A offers to guide Muse B out of the woods, back to civilization. Muse B instead asks Muse A to stay with them a while; they want to visit the log bridge, their favorite place. Muse A can see that Muse B is the lonely sort, so they agree to walk to the bridge with Muse B; they were headed there anyway. When the pair arrive at the bridge, Muse B struggles to recall why they found this spot so special, or anything about who they are at all to make conversation with Muse A, but they can’t remember. Muse A insists on helping Muse B leave the woods, worried that Muse B might be suffering from amnesia or something worse, but when Muse A gets to the edge of the woods, Muse B, who they thought was right behind them, is nowhere to be found.     

Muse A calls out for Muse B for several minutes and gets no response. The sun is going down and the chill in the air is biting through Muse A’s coat, so they go home. They barely sleep that night, thinking about Muse B and hoping they’re alright, wherever they are. Bright and early the next morning, Muse A returns to the woods, hoping to find Muse B again. Muse B is there at the foot of the log bridge, waiting for Muse A, unsure of how they got there or what’s keeping them bound to these woods. Muse B is a ghost, but doesn’t know it.      

;;wishlist, I really like this,

♥ 1515 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via theodorefreakinfinley (source)
#pls  

indie-swanfire:

Send me “Beautiful” for a randomly generated kiss. You can also send a number between 1-40. A mix of fluffy, angsty, and NSFW.

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♥ 569 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via indie-swanfire
The Artist and the Rocker

dreamcatcher-in-gold:

Jacob always seemed to unknowingly smile to himself as he tuned his guitar and practiced for the night ahead. The only thing that took him from his thoughts of the performance ahead was his sister as she came through the back door.
"You are soooo lucky that I knew where your extra strings were. If I didn’t, you would have been out of luck."
She handed him the pack of extra strings that he kept. He had broken one of them, and he sent her, two seconds after she was on the clock.
"Thanks, Tess. You’re my favorite sister," he said with a smirk.
"I’m your only sister, dork," she mumbled. "Now, if you’ll excuse me, I’m going to explain to Mr. Carson why I am late."
He barey listened as she walked away. When he changed the string and was satisfied with the tune, he went over to the table where Sabrina and Salem sat.
"What’s up, nerds?" he laughed, sitting down. He smiled at the two, particularly at Sabrina. As he looked at her, he saw someone come into he shop out of the corner of his eye. It was a girl, one he recognized as his most recent romantic escapade. He was popular with the ladies, and was known to be quite the heartbreaker. She was probably there to watch him, despite them having broke up. For the time being, he ignored her completely.

"Just watching the show." Sabrina smiled, sticking her tongue out playfully to Jacob.

Ruffling her wavy hair, she crossed her leg, adjusting to the seat. His warm presence made her own heat up. Good thing it was fall so it wasn’t dreadfully hot now.

"When does it start?" Salem asked, swirling a spoon in his coffee.

♥ 6 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via dreamcatcher-in-gold (source)

dreamcatcher-in-gold:

sabrinaandherblackcat:

Sabrina wanted to hit him with her knee when she felt his lips on her crotch. The witch was in a Council meeting at the moment, and Jacob was under the tablecloth, hot breath molting on her red panties.

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♥ 52 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via dreamcatcher-in-gold (source)
#nsfw  

"Oh Come On You Look Cute." (surprise me)

dreamcatcher-in-gold:

dreamcatcher-in-gold:

sabrinaandherblackcat

9. A pair of boxers

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"I know I do, but do I really need to do outside work with only them on?"

{Fave gif of him tbh}

"I’m sure you are," Jacob chuckled. "Especially since you won the bet that lead me to do this."

Slipping on her sunglasses, Sabrina sipped her iced tea. “Those boxers make your ass look fantastic.” She commented with a smirk.

♥ 5 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via dreamcatcher-in-gold
No Title Yet || NSFW || sabrinaandherblackcat

darkarcherprince2:

Bryan couldn’t get his shirt off fast enough for her. “Sabrina….”

"Touch me, you idiot." She snarled.

♥ 3 — 1 day ago on 19 Oct 2014 — via darkarcherprince2