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Pick: a girl

Elysia: the soft sound of rain in the middle of the night, fairy lights, the cool glide of silk, cold tea, melancholic lofi, whispered poetry, mirrors, the thrill of being wide awake while everyone else is asleep, flickering candles, lilac, gray, bittersweet, memories of a love that never happened

Charlotte: daisy chains, yellow, oversized cardigans, butterfly clips, baking for others, tiny potted plants, doodles, collects mementos to remember, funky cottage-core, washi tape, warm hugs, inspirational quotes, organised chaos, froggy cakes, journals, makes her own jam, secretly sad, strawberry lip balm, always gives good advice, golden hour

Ophelia: the mechanical hum of a clock shop, Paris cafés, bitter coffee, long dark coats, dark academia, the history of a secondhand book, melancholic poetry, dark brown, ochre, sepia, the sky darkening to gray, thunderstorms outside tiny bookshops, reclusive, a few good friends, collects first editions, art museums

Aliénor: golden pins, opera houses, the sparkle of chandeliers, the cool kiss of a necklace on skin, silk pouches, beaded slippers, carpeted corridors, deceptively fragile, dancing at midnight, grand staircases, the clink of delicate glasses, champagne, whispered jokes, running through hedge mazes, stifled laughter, the dizzying whirl of waltzing,

Persis: overworked, reads YA fantasy, sad playlists, oversized hoodies, dreams of another life in another world, highlighters, self destructive, thrift stores, black denim, worn sneakers, aesthetic pinterest boards, awake at 4am, secretly sentimental, yells a lot, twilight, tumblr, friendship rings, sings in the shower when no one is home

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Types Of People: Coffee ☕️

Black Coffee: straight up no bullshit approach to life, needs to get more sleep, knows how to deal with a crisis, probably the oldest child, Shane from the L Word, thinks that things shouldn’t have to be complicated, doesn’t express their feelings but does explain their boundaries and needs.

Iced Coffee: needs to cut back on the caffeine tbh, Gemini placements, thinks iced coffee counts as a meal, Gen Z vibes, always looking for something to do, vapes, fads are their jam, spends too much time on tik tok and knows the dances, either LGBT or a serious ally, pop music.

Mocha: has mastered the fine art of being childish and mature at the same time, collects cute pens, autumn vibes, may be an adult but still reads YA novels, soft hands, understanding smiles, gets upset if anyone dislikes them, unpainted nails, labradors, sends you goodnight texts/snaps.

Flat White: late nights browsing Wikipedia, constantly forgetting deadlines, minimalist fashion, definitely owns mom jeans or boyfriend jeans, Lo-fi playlists, likes group activities with friends like bowling or skating, gets up early cause they have to not cause they want to.

Caramel Latte: heart of gold, wholesome memes, Penelope Garcia from Criminal Minds, hypes up their friends, says sorry too much, sees the best in people, wants to make the world a better place, sudden bursts of out of character emotions, passionate, hates rude people.

Macchiato: don’t mess with their schedule, likes old fashioned films, windswept hair, efficient dreamer, their bedroom looks like a furniture catalogue, yoga and meditation, believes in manifestation, voted most likely to own a small business, goes to farmers markets.

Cappuccino: did a lot of writing based subjects in school like ancient history and legal studies, cat person, probably owns Vinyls and/or CDs, good at keeping secrets, perfect eyeliner, resting bitch face, true crime podcasts, predominantly black wardrobe.

Irish Coffee: a mess, “for a pessimist I’m pretty optimistic”, high functioning depressed, Twin Peaks vibes, swears too much, unresolved trauma, the jaded cop character in crime thrillers, listens to some seriously unknown bands/artists, talks to their pet fish, all their plants die.

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WIP

Just letting you know, I'm working on this fic.

warnings: blasphemy kink, priest kink

The priest's gaze from the altar met yours, his dark brown eyes subtly hinting that you should kneel. Complying, you lowered yourself onto the soft cushion before the altar, your lips parting as you slightly stuck out your tongue. Your eyelids fluttered, and you glanced up at him again. Kneeling before him, he seemed powerful. Standing tall in a lavish purple chasuble that draped over his broad shoulders, he exuded an aura of authority that left you breathless. 

Priest’s shrewd eyes locked onto you with an intensity that was both captivating and unnerving. His dark hair was meticulously combed back. High cheekbones and chiseled features highlighted his face, and a defined chin and jawline neatly framed by well-maintained stubble. If the God had crafted the ideal of male beauty, the priest would have been the blueprint.

Kneeling before him felt oddly reminiscent of something far less holy. You had only ever knelt like this in front of a man for one reason, and it had nothing to do with communion. And you could swear to God (if He really was there) that you would have gladly accepted everything he could have provided beyond the simple communion of bread.

But still, there was something beneath his priestly exterior, something that troubled you deeply. There was a predatory glint in his gaze, as if he observed everyone closely, composed to either attack or defend himself at any moment.

The priest’s hand moved with grace, holding the sacred host. 

"The Body of Christ," his voice was a hushed hoarseness as he leaned closer. 

"Amen," you barely could hear your voice. The host was placed delicately on your tongue, and you closed your mouth, swallowing it.

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The shadow, 2023 - oil on linen — Daniela Astone (Italian, b.1980)

https://www.daniela-astone.com/

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hello sidney, it’s an honor

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Arrow of Blackness by Ben J

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I thought today that maybe this wanting of you is but punishment from Karma because I see you everywhere, yet I cannot find you. But I still seek, almost relentlessly.

Six months. All for what? Now I must grieve for another six months in the hope of your name being forgotten. Or, at least, just remain as another name, and not one that makes my heart hurt.

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｡ﾟﾟ･｡･ﾟﾟ｡ ﾟ. June will bring blessings.

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