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and because i’m the bitch that won’t quit, here’s a list of cosmic entities that have literally eviscerated loki, yet he still came back to make out with them 10 min later :

raynne

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Acts of Affection

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Family/Platonic:

✩  Grooming, brushing, or tending to their hair.

✪  Rubbing their back after a stressful day or disappointment.

★  Cooking them their favorite meal and feeding them.

✬  Making them their favorite hot beverage.

☼  Cuddling on the sofa next to each other.

☀  Singing them to sleep.

☆  Getting them something they need before they ask for it. 

☄ Leaning your head on their shoulder while they talk.

✥ Play fighting!

❃  Mussing their hair or tugging at their clothes (a hat, sleeve, etc.)

Shipping/Romance:

♥  Laying by their side and watching them while they sleep with a fond smile.

♡  Kissing the corner of their eyes.

❥  Running your hand over their arm and gently pulling them close.

❤  Whispering sweet nothings in their ear. 

❦  Holding hands and nuzzling somewhere ambient and low-lit.

❣  Staring deep into their eyes with adoration.

ღ  Rubbing your leg against theirs under the table.

ℒ  Pulling them into a hall/alley to kiss them passionately.

￡ Brushing your hand over or gently squeezing their bum.

Ω Running a hand over their collar bone or décolleté.

Sexual/NSFW:

✖  Soft nips at the neck and shoulder line.

✗  Bathing, washing, or soaking together quietly after sex.

♦  Body worshipping their naked form, slowly.

✚  Painting honey dust, edible paint, or other soft brush strokes on their body.

✦  Giving a sensual massage.

♢ Straddling their lap and holding their face to yours for a deep kiss.

▲ Dressing them up in lingerie (or gear) with gentle attention.

▽ Running your hand between their thighs, and splitting their legs apart.

► Unzipping their clothes free and kissing their neck.

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Alone & afraid are mostly the same thing. We were both. We were both here. Your face shone the first safe beacon I had ever seen.

Natalie Wee, “Close Encounters,” Our Bodies & Other Fine Machines (Amazon / Goodreads)

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being touchstarved makes u absolutely buckwild when someone does smth simple like .share a chair with u

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hey i love your writing it's thrilling & i'm obsessed with it , thanks.

 . .. i m not crrying in the clu b ..  you ar e . .. .. ….

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and there are things she wants to believe ;   that the fire is not a for her ,  that cruelty has loose hands tonight , here in the valley of a new home.   wouldn’t that be such kindness. 

but smoke has taken the night and the girl has no will to shake free the deja vu it feeds.   remember a city full of thunder ?   tonight there is no blaster fire , searing chemicals in the belly of a monster turned by profit , but the stench is all the same.   in the dark a blade sings out violence and raynne finds herself running barefoot from her bed , quiet ghost caught beneath starlight.   at first wide eyes scan for someone , anyone , a real thing to grab in what can only be waking illusion.   but escape drags a leash and all at once the child falters , clips knees on the moss below at what greets her.   

jedi killer !    faceless in the dim, wreathed in hate , but how she would know him in death.   it flares some ancient thing in her gut , this tableau , sour spur of a hate she cannot yet name ; betrayal , and more.   fear , then the rest.   but chaos bears no fruit to the idle and in the scattered heartbeat raynne chokes in what drive still rattles the slim cut of her.   hands claw to motion , pulling her near - silent to bare feet once again.   then it’s the work of mindless habit that traces her body through the night , stumbling uneven over the cold ground , barley breathing.   

another stagger , crashing to the dirt with a raw inhale , palms scrapped flat against the roots.   the girl hasn’t time to think farther , grasping as spectres in the dark as she crawls a spare few feet to the base of this nearby tree.   enough, enough.   couched shoulders fit to the hollow here , safe only in passing as shallow lungs betraying the peace she has grasped in the small moment.   how long until another figure , familiar face in the half - light.

‘   poe.   ’   oh , but such softness.  how it comes alight in this moment that only now has the girl called his name ;  laced together fear enough to find her voice and speak it , bridging familiarity in the breadth of a syllable.   fitting, perhaps.   before she never possessed the urgency.   but it exists so briefly , that word, a whisper of nothing that holds what she cannot gather into existence.   she knows what they all feel ; a shared burden in the wash of loss around them , both gripped by how the force ebbs unkind around bodies not yet cool.   death like dry iron under her tongue  ━━  a memory already too worn.   i have seen this emptiness before.

but language has ever been a cruel companion.   it shies from her now , in such need , leaving mouth cotton and bare of pleas.   he is going to kill me.   even at such distance the young creature can feel their fellow padawan , their friend , a rock cast to this clear pool , bleeding ink.   greater still the instinct bedded deep in her chest, frantic edge of fear that begs she run farther , escape .   but he is standing there , between her and the night , and she cannot draw words enough to free herself.   only something quiet , silvered fear that creeps unbidden once more.   ‘   poe  ━━  please.   ’   »   @riskappetite.

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👑 i'm sorry

as a hard rule , no.   it’s complicated and touchy and quite frankly , familial ties of any kinda aren’t something raynne likes to even loosely evoke , let alone incorporate into her sex life even in the most removed way.   sore subject.   but , within the field of it being wholly removed from the connotations of the word itself , raynne simple isn’t excited by the social structures around this kinds of kink , not really.  by and large she’s aggressive and domineering in the bedroom , not so different from how she is in all facets of her life , and it doesn’t lend itself well to this culture.   frankly , even the association of being with someone who would view her in that light isn’t hugely comfortable on her end.    

DOWN & DIRTY

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Down and Dirty

Send me one of the following to find out some juicy details about my muse…

👅-Would they rather give or receive oral sex? 👠-Do they watch pornography? If so, what kind? 💋-Do they use tongue when they kiss? 😈-Favorite sex position? 👎🏻-What is an absolute deal breaker in the bedroom? 🐶-Favorite pet name they like to be called? 👄-Do they swallow? 👙-Favorite outfit in the bedroom? 💦-Best place for their partner to cum on/in? 🌶-Most sensitive place on their body? 👑-Daddy kink, yes or no? 💍-Ever had an affair? 🏢-Most public place they’ve had sex, or would like to have sex? 🍒-When and how did they lose their virginity, if they have?

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‘ I KILLED HIM. ’ a statement, a matter of fact, existence: being. steady hands still wring at the fabric of his undershirt beneath his rough coat, calloused and scarred. he’s missing the ring finger on his left hand – gone completely, a self-inflicted wound as a lesson in rage and sorrow. his mouth twists downwards into a frown as he stares at the mass of blood – it’s nothing more than a lifeless lump. a bag of flesh, simply put. ‘ HE DIDN’T DESERVE IT. BUT I DID IT ANYWAYS. ’ it had been a small disagreement, a sliver of an argument. and then hrothmund had – had – he licks his lips, shakes his head, makes his hands come to rest at his sides. he’s still shaking with the rage of it. of course he is.   /   @adatrox.

beast of mercurial action !   abated by him , just this moment , by the flood of reaction.   settled into the still of this crashed tableau , all bitter iron and the heat of aftermath.   i know.   she has a mind yet to cup silence about them like unkind water , flat ice , to take nothing but disservice to the offered words.   not the first time.   parted from cold steel , unmasked here , the girl takes small pains to settle neutrality over this unreal gaze , unmoving.   how it pins , cruel to the point of breaking.   ‘   stop fighting.   ’   no , not them .  you , all you.   undisturbed line of herself lit gently by the sparks , flickered panels torn open by his carnage.   and that , too , is growing habit.    bruised eyes remain , low tone breaking as a wave.   ‘   you press back too harshly against your instincts ; stop.   ’

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just a heads up if i ever act dumb i’m joking. i’m 100% smart and know literally everything

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but the gentle afternoon as taken hurry from her bones.   silence adrift , lapping the walls of the house , and there within how reflection has taken the girl , like rain takes a valley.   ah , well.   ‘   what are the things you wish you could forget?   ’   »   @brutlist.

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I highly recommend you follow the person I reblogged this from.

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drafts are giving me a bit of trouble & there are all these new kids are around so gentle  STARTER CALL ;  various length and verses 

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“   can   you   stay   ?   just..   please   ?   i   know   you   have   important   things   to   do   but   i   don’t   want   to   be   alone   again   ray.   ”   fingers   curl   into   the   sleeves   of   her   sweater,   fabric   clenched   between   the   digits.   “   i   can’t.   ”

already heavy leather is hanging off a shoulder , half donned jacket as she’s found distraction in the tick of her phone.   pause , swing of attention that finds aj in the measured space between them.   oh.   but she's only finding ground here , hesitancy in so many facets , even though it shows too frequent in terse deflection.   still ━━  ‘   babe.   ’   soft , velvet nothing as she lifts an arm , reaches out to pull the other girl in closer.   

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                  IT’S ALWAYS DARKEST                     BEFORE THE DAWN.

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                              verily when asked how she got her name  if telling the truth  she will say   [a woman died   & everything                                         wants a home]

- Safia Elhillo, asmarani makes prayer