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… There are no strings on me …

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marisha talks about laudna feeling like the ghost at the back of her head, delilah, can’t hurt her or affect her. but i feel like now, having delilah operate her body for her and hurt imogen through laudna, I think whether or not she is aware of it, laudna is starting to realize that delilah does have power over her and can hurt her. maybe she isn’t conscious of that thought and still views delilah irreverently (and even underestimates her), she may come to realize that having the woman who murdered her in her head could have actually disastrous consequences over her relationships with people –– and more importantly, though I doubt laudna will see it that way, over herself as well. 

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𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭  𝐩𝐨𝐢𝐬𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐬  𝐟𝐥𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐚𝐫𝐞  𝐲𝐨𝐮

doll’s eyes.   this is the poison of unchecked vices. you slip into hallucinations. you are wracked with convulsions. the delirium threatens to overwhelm you. what are you running from? you look in every direction, wild-eyed at every turn, seeking some reprieve from what torments you. each vice brings new consequences, and the price of escape seems too great, and yet you cannot seem to face things head on. if you aren't running from yourself, I hope you find a true way to freedom soon. and if you are running from yourself, perhaps you would do well to realize your pain is not something you can simply escape by avoidance. you deserve healing just as much as the ones you love. someday, soon I hope, you will know this and feel it and reach inward to grant yourself all the kindnesses you offer others. that is the only true way to peace for ones like us. oh, and if the pain of it seems too great? I hope that you realize you don't have to do it alone.

tagged : stolen from @temeult tagging : @smokeswirled @temultuous and whoever else wants to!

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𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐆𝐄𝐍 𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐔𝐋𝐓 . ❜

                                   @emptyher​ said : ❝  you  wear  fine  things  well . ❞ 

                                                      * OFMD PROMPT ! accepting 

              ❝  gosh ,  laudna … ❞  weight  shifts  from  one  foot  to  the  other  as  she  fiddles  with  the  pearly  buttons  at  her  wrist . a  frustrated  huff pushes  past  her  lips .  for  someone  whose  hands  create  and  destroy ,  she  fumbles  with  them  now . THERE  WILL BE  PEOPLE ,  TONIGHT .  lots  of  people .  lots  of  voices ,  and  lots  of  ways  to  get  lost  in  the  sea  of  thoughts .  she’s  so  preoccupied  with  the  anxiety  of  it  all  that  the  compliment  doesn’t  register  until  she  stills  herself ,  catches  laudna’s  reflection  in  the  mirror .  ❝  thanks ,  honey .  this  is  probably  the  nicest  dress i’m  ever  gonna wear . ❞  the  smile  is  as  genuine  as  she  can  muster ,  but  it  wavers. she  is  FRIGHTENED -  overwhelmed  by  the  flood  that  awaits  her  at  the  ball . 

          she  doesn’t  feel  fine . she  doesn’t  feel  like  she  wears  anything  well .  lightning  scars  her  skin ,  and  mystery  courses  through  her  veins .  she  prefers  to  fade  into  the  background ,  lest  she  be  seen  for  what  she  is .  but  laudna  SEES  her .  always  has ,  and  what  laudna  sees  is  somehow  more  beautiful  than  the  tangled  mess that  imogen  sees  in  herself . imogen  hears  music in  laudna’s  musings ,  and  somehow  laudna   sees  goodness  in  the  turmoil . ❝ i  can’t  hold  a  candle  to  you ,  though .  ❞  she  turns ,  smiles ,  and  reaches  for  the  woman’s  wrist .  gently ,  she  guides  her  to  the  mirror ,  chin  resting  on  her  companions  shoulder .  ❝  you’re  BEAUTIFUL  scary .  ❞

       𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐝𝐧𝐚 𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐬 𝐨𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐛𝐞𝐝, fixing the wonky eyes of the dead fox around her neck so that they look even more fucked up –– it’s a look, she decides; one that easily delights her. in laudna’s eyes, there is such beauty in terror and fun in horror. but then, after what she’d been through, not much truly frightens laudna. in fact, all the greatest disasters circle like a storm around the woman standing before her, and if she could, laudna would not blink before taking her place. indeed, all she could do for imogen was be there for her in any way that mattered. 

❛ how about this, ❜ laudna began before she’d truly laid eyes on them both within the mirror. the image reflected was one that stopped her heart right in her chest. it wasn’t that laudna believed she looked especially stunning... but what a sight they made together. what warm affection swelled like a balloon behind laudna’s ribs until it felt like they could break, one by one by one. ❛ we both look wonderful, dear. though everyone will have a hard keeping their eyes off of you in particular. isn’t that right, pâte? ❜ the rat appeared at the tips of her fingers, aiming a pair of flirty finger-guns at the sorceress. if she could have, laudna would have made his eyebrows wiggle and dance. as it was, the shake of his furry ass was more than raunchy enough. anything to get her dear girl’s mind off tonight’s ordeal. ❛ it seems pâte wants to ask you out on a date, imogen! don’t worry, you can tell me... is he your type, by any chance? ❜ 

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OCTAVIA BLAKE The 100 / Season Six / Episode 02 / Red Sun Rising

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𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐀𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐑𝐌 . ❜

         There’s something about her WATCHING him that makes the heat at the base of his spine coil even tighter. He’s used to being looked at, he’s a performer after all, but there’s something different about this, about Laudna seeing him completely cutting loose, and the fact that he’d only ever do this for her. For her, and no one else. “Fuck…” He moans again, his eyes flicking between his own hand around his cock and the ways hers disappears between her legs.

        “I don’t…” He mutters, pulling his bottom lip between his teeth, eyes dark as he watches her. He reaches out to pulls her closer, doesn’t stop the movements with his hands though, instead reaches up to cup her cheek. “God…I want to come all over you…and WATCH your face while I do it…”

      ❛ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐚𝐛𝐬𝐨𝐥𝐮𝐭𝐞𝐥𝐲 𝐟𝐮𝐜𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐰𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐟𝐮𝐥, ❜ laudna assures him, watching eagerly, as though she doesn’t wish to miss a single moment. his hand is a blue blur, his cock swollen and leaking in a way that has her clit pulsing in time to dorian’s even, fast strokes. 

laudna blinks twice, and she’s undoing the ties on her blouse, allowing the material to slip off her shoulders and exposing her slight, slim chest. as she does, she presses her fingers deeper in-between her legs, her own thighs spreading wider. ❛ go ahead, dear, ❜ she encourages, turning her face so she’s able to kiss every single one of his fingers where they cup her cheek. ❛ I want to feel you come across my skin. ❜ laudna moans then, shuddering as a sliver of please thrums through her. for now that pleasure is enough –– she won’t be coming until he’s inside her, and if she has any say in this, that won’t be for a while. 

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𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐂𝐈𝐕𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐄 𝐑𝐎𝐋𝐎 . ❜

      Percy GROANS when she slams her hips against him, his own thrusts beginning to match hers. He knows he won’t be able to last much longer if they keep going like this, but there’s something about the way she holds on tightly to him that shows him how DESPERATE they’re both are. Percy isn’t embarrassed though, how could he be when Laudna wants him just as much?

     “Fuck…” Another groan slips from his lips and he drags his teeth across her neck, slipping a hand between them to stroke her in times with his thrusts. “You feel so good…I…shit…” He pulls back to kiss her, drown out the words he knows want to make their way to the surface. “Come for me…I want to feel you…”

          𝐩𝐞𝐫𝐜𝐲 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐤𝐬 𝐡𝐞𝐫 𝐰𝐞𝐥𝐥, rubbing her clit until she’s barely able to get anything out but high-pitched, breathy pants. arching, her back lifts off the bed and it’s all she can do not to scream as she comes for him. dimly, she hears herself beg him to come undone with her, to fill her up. her thoughts spiral into pure white static; the next time laudna opens her eyes she’s wrapped around percy’s body tightly, her body still quivering with the after-shocks of an orgasm that leaves her breathless and starstruck. 

for once, laudna finds herself speechless as she gazes down at percy. a hard breath escapes and then she’s collapsing beside him, an almost-hysterical laugh crawling out of her. ❛ wow. ❜ she glances up and at over him. love still holds tight to her heart. she wonders how plainly it writes itself on her expression. ❛ that was... one holy fuck, darling. ❜ 

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my Beloved vs my Evil, F*cked Up Beloved

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My first Critical Role fanart! I wanted to draw the two ladies relaxing inside the library (once they finally make it inside!) 

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Marie Avgeropoulos as Octavia Blake on The 100 season 7 episode 14

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let's move here after everything

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laura and marisha improvising memories from imogen and laudna’s travels (C3E17 || C3E18)

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jan philipzen

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Octavia Blake

FINALKRU CHARACTERS

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ADA MASALI   |   1.14 ﹣ Çok Severken

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champagne problems, Taylor Swift