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it’s about time we change that! you deserve to have the cutest matching costumes with someone! (me) and to have the best halloween with someone! (me)
do you have other dream matching costumes i could fulfill? that’s what you deserve from your girl, of course.
in time, sweet girl. i have to get you hooked first! and i do have a sweet tooth fortunately, i could eat you up like a bat of chocolate.
then again, i’d probably enjoy that.
oh yesyes i do deserve all those things! (with you)
and i do have a dream costumes now that i think about it, like Caitlyn x Vi, Jinx x Lux, Catra x Adora/She-ra, and- did you just-
“your girl” so hehe, what are we.. lesbians, thats why we talk like this as a first interaction
you’re a fool if you think im not hooked already, you’ve stolen my attention and peaked my interest - and im not one to lie 🪽
i have a feeling the meaning of “eating me up” changed as the sentences grew longer. hm.
Woaaah an art degree??
That’s so cool actually, that couldn’t be me. I think I’d fail like almost immediately.
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oh my no degree no way!! i just really like art in general, i don’t study it by choice :p every time i’ve tried to start i got bored and quit the extracurriculars immediately
and theres no such thing as failure, you either pick up on what you did wrong, do it again and fix it, over and over until its good, or you give up <- thats not implied to art only
a character is strong when they’re seen getting a punch and getting back up to throw another one, not when they only throw them - but when they have the courage to get up again, to me failure doesn’t exist
haha thing was a little bit pale but i loved him nonetheless. i have so many pictures of him on my shoulder or on my head. the glue from putting him together kinda got in my hair though ://
i adore matching costumes! i think wenclair (especially in season 2) would be an iconic costume for us.
says you who’s driving be absolutely nuts with how you return my energy + you’ll learn spanish in no time, cara mia.
and yes, i do. so lovely it’s almost sickening.
its okay if your hair got messy because its thing, and we love him
i’ve never had matching costumes with anyone before if im honest, this is a calling that needs to finally be done
i would return your energy + 10x more if you’d take me out the spotlight and to the backstage thats your dms but noo ( •̀ - •́ )
i trust your word to your abilities to teach & mine to learn, and trust me i could rot your teeth with how sweet i can be!! you better not have a sweet tooth, you could get addicted !
Hell yeah! I’m a big strawberry fan!!
I was just trying to predict your course or something I dunno. I usually get them spot on!
I was definitely feeling either psychology or art from you hehehe
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oh you bet your ass i do art, alright!!
i cant imagine living in a world that isn’t consumed by creativity, it wouldn’t be me if not for art in every form
oh he was absolutely 3D, only the best for thing! it was actually so hard and i put make-up on him to make him seem more alive but it definitely took a second for me to balance him all out.
i unfortunately couldn’t find anyone to come as enid! it’s a shame you couldn’t join me, cara mia.
and yes!! it’s my third language, i wish i was better at it but lest we persist. and i’d be honoured to teach you.
mmhm mmhm maybe when i gain the confidence. but i’m sure that’ll happen quickly with how lovely you sre.
see if he didn’t look too alive then thats perfect! suits the look
i’ve been wanting to do that so MUCHH SO i’d absolutely LOVE to do a matching costume as wenclair with you.. + you are going to drive me insane
scratch that, you are driving me insane + i’m a fast learner when i have a good teacher ˃̵ᴗ˂̵
get that confidence quickly before i smack it into you…… you tHINK IM LOVELY?! ̗ ̗ര́ ̭ര̀ ̗ ̗
You seem like you would study psychology (compliment) 🍓🍓
oouh thats a first one :0!! people often tend to tell me i should be a psychologist - i literally got told that today.
but i always say no because i would be doing it for money, and with that i’d have to help anyone who’s giving me said money. i dont want that, i have specific people in my life wether we’re close or not, and if i (can and) feel like helping them i will, my payment is them doing whats actually best for them and getting better :>
would you like to be 🍓 anon?
it actually did go so well! i ended up also making thing out of paper, he looked a bit silly but i enjoyed having him around…
we had like a little halloween thing at school so it was funny to see other people dress up for once.
and you’re right, that’s so us. does it make it better if you know that i actually do speak spanish?
and maybe if you ask nicely i’ll reveal myself 🙂↕️
ohmygosh thing out of paper!!! thats so creative!! was he in 2D or did you attempt 3D?
i WISH we did halloween, but in February we have the carnival instead so theres that, at least we’ve got something
YOURE INSANE i do not, infact, know spanish. picture this in a fancy tone -> thou will have to teach me.
anon? making me be nice? on my own page? the tables?
i’d love it if you’d dm me so we could have a proper conversation, please reveal yourself and i pppromise you wont regret it, im fun to talk to (>ᴗ•) !
i get it, cara mia.
i kinda spontaneously decided to dye it because i was feeling bad about myself but it’s here to stay i think!!! i also went as wednesday for halloween this year so it went really well braided!
i think you’d look amazing no matter the color!! plus i think pink & black go really well with each other anyways.
and yeah, your wednesday 🙂↕️
“cara mia.” do you know. i audibly screamed.
feeling like this rn only thing is we aren’t arguing
its a shame i cant know who’s my blind admirer ᴖ̈
flush aside, thank you for the compliments & i bet purple must’ve blended and fit in perfectly with the Wednesday look ^_^
https://www.tumblr.com/yearningandstillnotlearning/766482397711810560/i-literally-dress-like-wednesday-on-the-daily
heyy its me again! your wednesday 🔪
i literally wear my hair in braids so much recently but my hair has purple on the underside so it’s like a twist between the black & purple. i’ve also envolved into more of a femme style as well and it’s mostly black dresses i’ve realised. i’m about to go cut my hair to look like wednesday more so hehe
i love that you sport pink!! i bet it looks so cute on you <33
you’re adorbs omfg, you sound like you look cool as hell and i wanna see your hair now :0
i would also dye my hair but god is it tiring to keep up, thats why i dyed it back to black before school started💔 i also wanna be something different each day so that wouldn’t be too good to my hair
I LITERALLY DRESS LIKE WEDNESDAY ON THE DAILY PLEASE LET ME BE THE WEDNESDAY TO YOUR ENID
don’t be shy dm me outside of anon…. i promise i don’t bite………
Yoko: Enid, have you ever won an argument with Wednesday?
Enid: She speaks Spanish and I shut up.
HOLLOW BONES? WILD HORSES RUNNING THROUGH YOUR HOLLOW BONES?? CRACK BABY?? YOU DONT KNOW WHAT YOU WANT??? BUT YOU KNOW THAT YOURE NEEDING IT???? AND YOU KNOW THAT YOU NEED IT BAD????
🦕 fact !!!! Some of the carnivore dinosaurs had hollow bones !🍓
WHAT
it was gods divine intervention for me to stay up late enough to not go to school today, go to Jumbo with my parents & walk down the toys isle just to “look around”
i feel my chest hurting and a guttural growl beating its way out of me i love them so much it pains me in the most literal way.
since it's canon that wednesday has been down bad for enid since day 1
the texts are from Wednesday: A Novelization of Season One by Tehlor Kay Mejia (official, licensed by netflix)
why hasn’t this been made yet
i did what had to be done 🫡
girls dont want boyfriends, girls want what enid and wednesday have
straight up i bet girls couldn't even hold me down or anything. if i wanted to i could definitely slip out of their grasp whenever. im the strongest and most agile girl in the world no matter what and if any girl wants to try and disprove that you're welcome to give it a shot :3
blue, like the rooftops of the city over yonder blue, like the ghosts of brothers long gone
blue, like the crystalized hope of tomorrow blue, like my hair he'd braid gently when long
blue, like the ocean that drowned all my sorrows blue, like the smoke of my sister's last song
Day 8: Blue
oh- oh i thought-
oh my bad-
billie eilish!!!
as someone with stretch marks on my thighs i can hear the gods singing to me
YOU REALLY, REALLY KNOW ME
i never liked my crooked teeth.
you tell me their your favorite thing... anything else?...
billie couldn't seem to tear her eyes away from you, and it went the same way for yourself. your eyes trained on hers, lips only inches away from her own, plump, red ones, bodies so close together it was like you two were a whole.
"what's wrong?" she speaks softly, her voice so quiet, almost like if she spoke even a little louder, the ceiling would cave in and trap you together. not that you would mind being stuck with her for an eternity.
the frown on your face isn't exactly unnoticeable, but it definitely wouldn't be noticed by anyone who had taken a quick glance at you. but, billie... she always knew whenever you were feeling down, "nothin'."
"then why do y'keep biting your lip, huh?"
fuck. she knew those little details. she knew every little detail of your life and your personality and almost everything about you. your eyes wander, hesitantly moving away from her face and looking down at the bed sheets.
they were still wrinkled from your... previous activities. it was a long night, and when you came home, billie saw those tired eyes of yours. she wanted nothing more than to take care of you, and she wouldn't hesitate to take you again if you needed it.
"jus'..." you sigh quietly, harshly biting down on your lip again. billie quickly moved a hand to cup your face, her thumb running along your bottom lip to tug it from between your teeth, "no more, mama, ts' gonna start to bleed."
her eyes were still focused on yours, her hand moving your head up to look directly into her eyes. you were safe with her, and she wanted you to know that. always.
your voice is shaky as you speak, your hand moving to her free one and interfacing your fingers. they fit perfectly in one another's, almost like you were made for her. only her, "marks—the stretch marks.. on my thighs."
"don't feel pretty," you confess, "wanna be pretty f'you, bills. you're so pretty, i—" billie quickly shushes you with a kiss. after a full 30 seconds, she pulls away, the both of you almost completely out of breath. your faces are flushed, saliva connecting your lips.
her eyes dart from one of your eyes to the other, then down to your lips and repeating the action over and over until she finds the words, "you are so unbelievably pretty, Y/N, don't ever tell yourself you aren't." she whispers, squeezing your hand softly in reassurance.
before you can reply, she pushes you off her lap, switching your positions so that you were laying on your back and she was in between your thighs, "these—" kiss, "—just—" kiss, "—make you—" kiss, "—even—" kiss, "—prettier.—" kiss.
she kisses every one of the marks she can reach, her thumbs rubbing circles on your waist. her eyes stay on yours, watching as your lips curve into a smile and tears form in your eyes.
"think you need a 'lil reminder, ts' that right?"
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actual real raw conversation i just had with my friend
can you guess who is who :3c
the woman who holds the moon
prints available here. my cover for this month's issue of baffling magazine.
torment
-B.E.
A/N: teeny tiny blurb🍓
ᝰ🖋️: suggestive duh?!
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thighs clasped together, squirming on the couch with a fidget need at the tips of your fingers.
“whats wrong? something happen?” so caring, so sweetly worried,
“im tired, its getting late” so fake.
a head turning at the clock looking with a squint, a faint held-back smile with an undertone of amusement to it. “its winter, the sun is down but its eight. since when do you get tired so early?”
she knows, the avoiding of eye contact, the excess fidgeting, the subtle moving of your hips. just enough to get the energy out of them somehow, just enough to go by unnoticed if it weren’t her goal all evening to get you just like that.
“since the sun did too.” monotone, but pained. an ache at the cords to make your replied coherent. she wasn’t born yesterday, you’re not hanging out for the first time, its obvious. neutral facial expression with uneven breathing, focusing on anything ahead as long as its not her, blank stare, a deer in headlights.
but she wanted to hear it. “ohh is the poet becoming the poetry itself? well don’t let me stop you,” without looking at her you could tell she was smiling, “go on if you have to.” she knows.
no matter the courage or the amount of times you backwards count, you cant stand on your feet. you’ve been trying, for conversations now. “i-..” cutting your own self off, you tear your eyes off the frame on the wall, dragging them all the way to her. “i don’t think i physically can” cheeks set aflame, a shameful giggle making its way out your chest.
this friendship has always been playful, and each time it gets more and more effective - which is both good and bad. depending whose perspective you see it from.
even when she tries her best to not smile, her eyes always do. they always did, her mouth didn’t have to. “whys that? need help?” such a tone. what a tone. she knew just the right buttons to push, like a favourite video game, she knew just what to do, and she would know so even blind.
“fuck off.”
have you tried being delusional
𝐑𝐮𝐧 𝐚𝐰𝐚𝐲 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞, 𝐜𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐞.
- B.E.
AnoTHA ONE☝️ blurb leave me alone | again no use of names, just variations of “she” and “you”
A/n: did i get sad? Yes. Did i decide to make something out of it? Also yes. Is this projecting? Maybe.(Yes.) || I projected my tendency to literally run from home when i get too upset because i need to relieve my angrers energy into something thats not entirely destructive FHFEJJKS
i don’t know if this can be categorised as angst/comfort ?? But!!1!1!! (Its surrounded by comfort but whats comfort without the need for it)
Summary: You and Billie have been together long enough for her to see your vulnerable side, it didn’t take long to but it did take a lot of strength to. And this happens to be one of those times where you need nothing more in the world than to go home!
——･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ. ─: *.☽ .* :─ ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.——
A blurry road ahead, a big blob of blended colours and shapes danced to the sound of irregular nose-huffs. Forehead sweaty and a hefty backpack bouncing on your back.
You’ve gone this path countless times, by now you can go there blind. Your body remembers all the turns and miles. Like your body needs to reach the destination.
You hadn’t realised just how tiring running this whole thing was until she came in the view - until you saw that short, long haired woman standing right outside, waiting for you, the woman that always knows what you need.
Strict hard nose breaths soon turn into open mouthed pants, bouncing bag thrown to the ground somewhere, anywhere off you, and you finally let your rivers flow.
A melody of countless “i’m sorry”’s spilling out your mouth as soon as your body comes in touch with hers, pairs of hands holding the other body like their own lives depend on it, mutual emotion being held and shared in and through both bodies.
She’s seen you this way a number of times, she has not once thrown a rejection at your vulnerable emotions needs, but thats not enough for your overworking mind.
The lock of arms around your waist and up your back giving you a squeeze, shushing hushing noises coming to caress your ears - “shh its okay angel, its okay. I’m here with you, i am here for you.” - caring the same like a mother would to her child, or maybe a person who’s not quite full when their sweetheart isn’t.
Words that go in through your ears, and circulate along your insides as if made to soothe you whole, whats a painkiller better than love?
“I’m sorry.” you sighed with the loss of a last deep breath. Composing yourself to pull away, managing to turn your head to face her, face red like a tomato and makeup running all along.
“Its okay,” she gave a small chuckle looking back at you, an affectionate hand reaching out to hold your face. “I know.” A voice just above a whisper.
For a moment while you look into her eyes, you think you can almost feel them. Like your burning teary face can feel the breeze and like the darkening evening sky suddenly shines all its stars above her.
While you’re focused on her eyes you lose track of everything else - like the fact that your breathing is now calm, your shaking hands have turned gentle. She noticed those though, taking your hand in one of hers and your backpack in her other.
“So what do you wanna do?” ..
“Im feeling a movie”
“So movie night it is!”
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for the first time after very very long I’ve looked someone in the eyes and she had me sweating bullets for hours later.
i couldn’t pay attention to anything around me at all, and all we did was have 1 tiny interaction. i’ve been avoiding this for so long im starting to get scared i wont ever manage to let it go, i haven’t let myself feel it and i fear the way to get rid of it is let it through
i just want the year to edge to the end, so at some party or anything similar i can find her and sort of
“promise me to not tell anyone, and to forget this all happened, especially if your reaction is negative…. do you think im pretty?.. you’ve been in the back of my head and the subconscious of my attention for so long… im about to leave, so im asking you now incase of a rejection, so i’ll be able to handle it, but if not i can stay longer…”
i need to get this out of me, its not about kissing a girl, romancing a girl or feeling a girl, its about THE girl.
who knew that you wont just get over someone if you try to not feed into your feelings, but instead they will persist on coming out.
Masterlist !?
꩜ angst 𐙚 fluff 𓁺 smut
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི suggestive
…more to come
B.E. -
𐙚 A r t .
꩜ 𐙚 Run away from home, come home.
꩜ To a new beginning, with the same old feeling.
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི torment
RANDOM ┆THINK ANYONE! -
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི suggestive smut practice (<- super short whoops might do smut someday tho)
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝒀 𝑺𝑶𝑭𝑻, 𝑮𝑬𝑻 𝑬𝑨𝑻𝑬𝑵.
ᡣ𐭩ྀིྀིྀི insatiable hunger.
Every night, both lips on the mirror
It's ritualistic, counting lipstick stains where you should be . . .
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Xandra | greek┆i also like men?!💔
i like creative things of all sorts, like art and lyrics too even if i cant make music myself
english isn’t my first language and even if i know it better than my mother tongue i will, in fact, use that as an excuse
about my writing . . .
masterlist ¡! i don’t trust my ability to write in anything but modern au,, but,, ⋮ will write smut at some point ⋮ requests my beloved 💓 i appreciate them so much and will try to do them to the best of my abilities ⋮ -
. . . thats all !
so like ive never written smut and my writing is way different than any ive seen so i did some practice. and i expect feedback. 🧍♀️plus this isn’t about sm1 specific imagine it as you like
warnings(?): some pwp for the fuck of it, suggestive, sadomasochism, knife kink :3c, just a little sumsum
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cold. so cold.
shivers down your spine making you feel like a scared cat, if you could focus on that look on her face you’d think you also look like one.
a half smile, bent brows, so many emotions flowing in and out the current of your faces right in front of each other.
eyes don’t meet, lips don’t speak, breathing unmatched and trembling feet.
sound of clothes ripping interrupt the heavy breathing and unstoppable thinking
“you’re doing so good,” all in one sigh
no matter how wide your eyes are, you cannot see anything anywhere, yet she can see everything, even if you’re not speaking, she can hear every thought and choked word.
eyes on the hand
that hand that holds the knife
face flushed, legs weak, but you’re already laying down, how much lower can you go?
your hands gripping on your skirt are more prone to bleeding than your knife-teased neck
“do you not have trust in me?”
those eyes, so soft-bent, so shiny. you know they’re not sincere, their shine matches the knives and they look like they can break you.