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at some point ( soon!! ), i’ll be moving june to a smaller, more ‘ selective ’-ish blog! so let me know ( dms ofc ) if you want the @ !! 🫶🏼
#ooc.#i really want to get back to writing#june specifically#and just need to redo a lot of things in general#punches wall.
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........heyyyyy
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what’s done is done
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FIRST POSSESSION 🩸
THE FIRST OMEN artwork inspired by the poster of POSSESSION (1981), from Andrzej Żuławski.
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HI !! I’M NOT DEAD !! 🥹🫶🏼
#i’d rather forget the squad … ╱ 𝐨𝐨𝐜.#need to work on inbox… too tired to format 💔#if u want my disco send me a dm!! i’m mostly active there hehe :’)
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preacher's daughter visuals 🤎
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naturally, legs spread — cold touch lingering at the warmth of thighs. static surges throughout as she feels him trace the familiarity of physique with lips, soon tortured by hot breath lingering at entrance. that alone is enough to entice, helplessly letting out a whine whilst lust glazes the sights of the southern-belle.
hand lifts to clamp over mouth to silence premature neediness as he slops up increasingly aroused heat ; symphony of such feast drowning out the night-life of an endless bayou. continuously, she convulses against an eager mouth as he laps 'round sensitive bud ; pulling a plethora of softened hums from larynx --- hand descending to meet coarse digits busy toying at hardened nipple. she slips between, interlocking hands with semi-delicate of grip, absentmindedly tracing extremities whilst deep in trance of pleasure. and though hips continue to selfishly grind against maw, she can't help but ache for more --- gently tugging at him so he may just get the hint.
𝐭͟he noises and sounds of the devilish night swamp contributing to their symphony of whispers, yet only hearing her, an almost ethereal connection to this ghost of the south, feeling as if the piece of him that is missing becomes whole once again when she’s by his side, unable and unwilling to separate himself from the small town girl.
𝐚͟rdent and sloppy in his untamed fervor for her, incredibly lewd actions continue as another lustful kiss is stolen from taut lips before hands fumble to remove her bottoms, swiftly doing away with any clothing as it’s unneeded while moonlight shines across her bare body, lips continuing to trace their way down to thighs, kissing along bare skin before coming to meet her gushing womanhood with a hungry, wet, messy french kiss, drooling all in and around her pretty pink pussy whilst strong arms snake underneath legs, hands eagerly clutching thighs while mouth continues to avidly lap up her cunt, long arms soon enough reaching up to allow palms to begin lazily playing and groping with chest he’d marked up mere minutes ago, quite eagerly retaining his lewd actions to gladly continue pleasing irresistible southern dame, allowing a low, muffled hum to escape lips while he drools inside her cunt.
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it feels as if vessel has enclosed the two of them in their own sacred tomb — reclined back as body conforms against his ;
static between every peck littered across sun-kissed complexion. dewed-up breeze staggers across increasingly baren flesh, clinging to wetted markings * belonging to him. naturally, a shiver runs down spine as he ventures towards more sensitive areas. apples of cheeks fluster a dark, rosey red ; whilst hands seek refuge at locks, slowly extending like a sinking anchor as he simply has his way with her, left to observe in increasing arousal.
porcelain latches at plumped lower lip as he lip-locks with piercing, legs instinctively wrapping 'round midsection in attempt to pull him in just a bit closer — as close just ain't close enough !
𝐢͟ntense, burning passion continues to wage on as palms shamelessly, and greedily roam her body, unable and unwilling to stop if even for a mere moment as simply her being compels him to be with her, be there for her, once two ships in the night now a ˢᵗᶦᵗᶜʰ unable to be broken, a thread pulling him to her with a ravenous demand for her and her alone, his arms cloaked around petite frame as lips begin to spread deep, purple bruises all along skin while scarred hands grope and squeeze at whatever assets they can find. “ 𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫. “ he retorts before silencing southern lips by colliding his with hers, tongue slowly, eagerly wrestling with hers as he soon finds himself laying her down upon floor, lips beginning to leave a trail of wet kisses down, worshipping chest as brims latch around pierced nipple, brushing and dragging all along as lewd actions don’t cease, his lips continuing to trace down her body.
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unable to shake incessant whispering, she continues to try ﹠. relish in affections — body numbing as it feels like the world reverberates 'round. a roar of madness within own mind, causing momentary panic before she's practically clung to him. soon enough the whisperings stop, paralysis broken by the rhythmic surge of devotions ; usual ambience flooding back into senses ﹠. so does sarcastic statement. head lolls to the side, petals curled into cheeky grin.
❛ don't go teasin' me ... ❜ octave layered beneath a giggle, hand falls to splay at jaw — forcing to face her. brows furrow whilst lips remain upturned, her turn to pepper handsomeness in smooches, ﹠. mark him up for herself. digits free themselves to undo remaining buttons, if any, shimmying from top ﹠. tossing aside — and like a gravitational pull, she's right back to being all over him ; not an inch of him untouched by her lips.
𝐞͟yes continue to gaze at ( * his ) southern beauty with ardent lust, the dwindling moonlight finding a way through the trees to gleam across two-tones, finding self lost in her gaze before the two melt into one another, unable to keep himself from her as if their souls are simply bound to one another, unable to separate no matter what life is lived… lips continue to eagerly devour her own in passionate kiss that soon turns to a 𝐜𝐡𝐚𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐜 exchange of saliva as he pulls her into his lap on the floor of stuck vassal, swift to remove top as shedding layer brings heated body a m͟o͟m͟e͟n͟t͟a͟r͟y͟ relief of cool night breeze while brims trail way into crook of her neck, peppering and anchoring wet kisses across skin, all before being interrupted by a curious, odd inquiry, not bothering to poke his head up as he continues eager ways.
“ ‘more giants? “ sardonic tone apparent, smirking while he’s beneath face.
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a fraction of time is spent, longingly lost in the gaze of paralell before lips collide once more -- naturally, petite self is embodied in the lasting shadow of him. arms wrap 'round, lazily draped at shoulders ; though, with every second affections linger --- southern belle finds herself urging him closer. sweetest kiss now akin to subtle devouring, bodies mesh together as if they're destined for one another. like a piece of a long lost puzzle, finally found. she accepts him, for all he is ﹠. all he ever will be ; enveloping him in adoration that her body never knew the bounds of. for him, there is no limit. feverish sesh provokes subtle rock ﹠. sway to vessel gliding across glittering waters, delicately carding through locks before breaking to have just one breath.
cicadas, predators, ﹠. more chatter amongst themselves in the brief moment of silence ; speaking in subtle hymn that ushers her to look elsewhere. the far ﹠. few winds carry a whisper meant for her ears only ; striking the fear of god unto.
❛ did you hear that ... ? ❜
𝐞͟yes continue to be lost, adrift as they slowly come back, unwilling to be completely present, but once lips touch his focus is regained, stunned by sudden affections given yet it is cut too short as she pulls away.
“ … “
𝐰͟atching as face shy’s away from him before he responds quickly by using scarred palms to turn her gaze back towards him, and silencing lips with yet another kiss, hungrily capturing them in a passionate embrace, free hand coming to rest at waist.
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@batsymbol said: ❛ i was wrong about you. ❜ ( x. )
❛ most people are, ❜ half-hearted smile, anxiousness of newcomer now far settled. TRUST takes an army, ﹠. perhaps a glass of somethin' strong enough to inebriate. but, in this town ; one is more accessible than the other, ﹠. she'll take what she can get. ❛ it's easy to just look at the cover of a book and— ... well, i'm sure you've heard that before. ❜ a shrug as she reclines in seat parallel to, bayous night-life infested in song, dance, ﹠. a much needed breeze or two. no matter where you look, there is always something to study, to get lost in.
❛ its a temporary veil. ❜ she speaks * aloud ... quietly, leaning in close as to not disrupt those around the outdoor diner. ❛ beneath, corruption ﹠. secrecy. you just have to go lookin'. ❜
#batsymbol#home is the first grave. ╱ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.#RAHHH CORRUPTION IS EVERYWHERE RAHHHH!!!#hope this is okay though!!
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some inbox replies are queued up for tonight! ( some have even gone out already 🫡 ) the rest will be sent out tomorrow! feel free to add my d.iscord though if you want to plot or chat dynamics! @ shefawn !
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a beat as eyes finally lock, studying visage as the madness in the mind only slows. two-tones grow soft, octave petal-like in hum. the opportunity presents itself once more -- and she's not one to waste it ; softer palm resting at cheek and brushing dew-ridden sweat away. southern charm prevalent, she offers a smile before leaning in close -- a single, sweet smooch placed 'pon lips to ��ignite the same spark apparent the night they met. affection lingers before she pulls away ; exhaling softly whilst continuing to console.
❛ better? ❜ a tease, though still quite concerned. ❛ maybe we should, uhm ... ❜
𝐬͟carred hands continue to fumble with intense field of loose wires, staring at the jumbled task in front of him before eyes are inevitably drawn to marred palms, beginning to slowly lose himself in a plethora of visions stemming from another life, losing self in it for what feels like forever before slowly fading back into the present, the feel of soft hair passing along shoulder, a hand holding on tight to bulging bicep, a voice guiding him back to the here and now as she fixes the problem he was to solve… in more ways than one. “ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡… “ eyes now find themselves lost in the face next to him, still emerging from his almost dazed reverie, face to face, gazing at southern beauty, voice fading…
“ 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡… “
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send 🏠 for a moodboard of my muses home aesthetic.

MUSE MOODBOARD MEME. — home aesthetic.
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🍔 !

MUSE MOODBOARD MEME. — favorite foods.
#home is the first grave. ╱ 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝.#if anything... june moone is a fresh fruit TRUTHER!!!#mini hc. but she cant cook to save her life LMAO
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