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Finished this AMAZING commission for @belovedx of their character Irisa. Her color palette is based on Neapolitan icecream and honestly she makes me really want a strawberry shortcake.

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greenwitchsinclaire:

Oh, he liked this reaction. Liked how the heady scent of her arousal filled the air between them. It would be so easy, so simple, to take from her. To utterly ruin the untouched scent of purity that clung to her skin. He licked his lips thinking about it, just how sweet she would taste. It would be so easy. She was utterly enamored with his form, the odd human. Obviously wanted him. But… her mind defaulted to that damn book. With a growl, he did as she wished, magic sweeping over the worn pages. It was left as new as the day the idiot mortal had finished, and still as useless. 

“There.” The word was a warm breath of air against her skin as he leaned in close. So close that all her world seemed to be was darkness and the electric blue of his eyes. His voice rumbled from low in his chest, more a growl than anything close to human. “Now, what do you really want, little one?”

Before she even had time to marvel over the book, to ooh and aah the way a human probably should when something miraculous was happening in their world, she found herself pinned once more. This time the gap was so small that even her weak, human nose was picking up on a distinctly non-human smell. It filled her senses and lowered her guard unwittingly so that when the vibration of his growl transferred to her it didn't frighten her. It rattled her bones from the inside and it was arousing.

"How-" she began, eyes fixated on the blue light creeping between his jet black lips, "How much of you glows like that?"

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greenwitchsinclaire:

The demon stared, amused at how complete clueless she was to what was truly happening. She treated this as no more then a simple transaction, unaware to the exact magnitude of what she was doing by making a contract with him. It was clear by how she hobbled together her oath. He chuckled once more, eyes flickering to the tiny hand that was thrust into his face. Well, if she wanted dramatic, he would give her a little drama. 

His talon scrapped along her arm until it paused at her wrist. With a very gentle press, he cut upon her skin, smiling as the blood welled. Carefully, slowly, he raised it to his mouth, his tongue snaking out and lapping away the essence until the bleeding ceased. “And now… you belong to me. Shall I ask what it is you’d have me do, little one?”

The grating of his talons along her pristine skin caused a tremendous shudder to course through her from head to curling toes, setting her heart racing and making her weak around the knees. That.. That was fear, wasn't it?  With wide eyes taking in the way he cut and drank from her, she decided yes.. yes, fear. That had to be it. Fear is how a normal person should be responding to the sight of his blue tongue lolling out to lap up blood from her freely bleeding arm. So then why did she not want him to stop? Cat took her arm back, rubbing the place where it had bled and thought on it. A cosmic demon of seemingly infinite abilities at her command? What did one do with that...? Her eyes fell on the book. "... Can you restore that book?" Perfect.

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greenwitchsinclaire:

He watched her carefully, noting her every emotion and reaction. She was a logical thing, he could tell. Reasoning away this and that, trying to also comprehend everything that was now happening. The demon noted how she followed the movement of his tongue, noted another more interesting reaction a moment later. Could this little mortal seriously be considering such thing? A quick scent of the air and he knew she was indeed, and he fought a laugh. How truly interesting. Never had a mortal reacted in that particular way to him before. She must be an incredibly odd one. 

Her terms made him pause, and if he was not so intrigued, he would have ate the little human for daring to be so bold with him. But, as it was, he was simply amused beyond belief. This tiny thing really had no idea what she was asking… or really agreeing to. He hummed, pretending to mull over her offer. “Alright, little one. We have a deal… Now. Swear yourself to me. Complete our bargain.” 

Odd would not begin to cover her. In an instinctual way, she knew this. Who else would stand in defiance of an ancient demon and make demands of him? ... Hm. Who else would have survived it? Cat's head tilted to one side. Was.. was that it? It was as simple as that? She had thought he would require more- More than taking her existence? Yes, somehow. She assumed there was a ritual to be made. "How?" She asked, her puffed out chest deflating. "Do.. Do I..?" She extended her hand to him. A handshake was how people sealed verbal contracts, wasn't it? "I.. I swear all I am to you." Dramatic enough?

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greenwitchsinclaire:

He stooped, enough that the girl was now face to face with him. From here, she could barely make out the almost attractive cast of his sharp features, see the barely there glow just under the void of his skin. He could smell her fear, the sudden nervous sharp scent of it nearly drowning out the warm aroma her kind held. Idly, his tongue flicked out, tracing along one of his fangs, just as unnaturally blue as his eyes. It was a contemplative gesture. He could just eat her. There was no protective circle or magic or even contract in place protecting her from him. Or… 

He could see what this suppressed mortal girl wanted. 

The latter seemed a far more entertaining option. Isa chuckled, letting the low rumble settle around her for a moment before he decided to speak. “I will grant you anything your tiny sweet heart could ever desire. All I ask for in return is you. All that you are now, and all you ever will be- mine until I so see fit.”

Somewhere in the back of her mind, Cat was screaming. Why was she hesitating? Better question, why was she entertaining the proposal? Well, what was she really planning on doing with this body in the future anyway? It was a research vessel. Maybe he could even help with her research, she found herself thinking, staring at the neon blue tongue and the fangs it washed. Maybe he could extend her life. His rumble rippled through her like the base at a club, touching her core without once ever touching her. .. Maybe.. maybe he could do more than that.. Cat leveled her eyes from his glowing tongue to his matching eyes, determination set on her face and fear in her dark eyes. She wasn't about to agree until she made sure it was worth being a puppet. "I get to ask for whatever I want, however often I want, for as long as you .. For as long as you own me," not a question, a demand. "That's how it works."

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greenwitchsinclaire:

The demon didn’t know if he should feel enraged or annoyed that the mortal seemed absolutely clueless as to what she had done. Those glowing eyes narrowed into thin slits at her shrieking, lips peeling back into a snarl that showed off too white fangs in a dangerously large mouth. “You summoned me, girl. Why don’t you try to piece this together? I’ll even give you a moment to do so.” 

The void slipped away enough to give her the light to read over the text thrown out innocently on her table. From his place, he could recognize the book, open onto a page that depicted him. Well. what the writer had thought he looked like. Was not close, but he could pardon an idiot mortal for not being able to comprehend his form. He was suddenly behind her, large, talon tipped hands, pinning her between them and to the desk. “So again, little one, what do you want?”

She mouthed wordlessly at the giant being all but encompassing her study, her eyes focused on the pearly fangs almost luminescent set within his void black skin. Only the now too bright light allowed to seep in drew her away again towards the tome on the desk, her notes, and translation. The depiction was crude, but she understood well enough. "Oh no.." The weight of him settling on her back- pinning her- drained away all her color but not before first setting her cheeks on fire. Logic was screaming at her to try and send him away but the louder voice was reasoning that they may not have this chance again. What harm could it do to ask for some small token? "What- .. The text isn't complete," she said, voice faltering. "What do your bargain for? What do you grant?"

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Well... That happened. Cat, her study materials still strewn across the table she had been hard at work at, deciphering a text newly brought in to their library, turned and peered into the darkness. Her mouth was glued shut, the phrase 'Hello?' called into the room like so many predictable horror stories caught behind her clentched teeth. No one was meant to be home. Dre was in New York. Her parents in Mexico. Even all of her brothers were gone for the week. It was Cat, in the study, in the dark, with the ancient text. Oops. The rumble startled her to feet. An earthquake? She had only ever heard one growl before, but when the shaking never came, Cat grew deeply concerned.  She made to start towards the blue pin pricks of light, mistaking them for her father's wall clock over the door, and shrieked when it was a voice she heard next.  "Who are you?!"

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The room had become so impossibly dark. It was like being swallowed into space, surrounded by such a true darkness that no light existed. Well, until that dark opened two completely and unnaturally blue eyes, hinting at an absolutely unamused expression. A low growl seemed to come from everywhere as the demon loomed over whoever had thought it wise to summon him. Honestly, it was getting ridiculous. No one had summoned him in millennia and now, it seemed someone had thrown his name into their spellbooks for fun. 

“What do you want, little one?” His voice was just a low, just as bone shaking a rumble as his growl had been. It certainly wasn’t helping that he seemed less than pleased to currently be corralled into the mortal’s room. 

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Munday pt 2 I was cute and lemony today bc I adulted

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Its Munday. Its a struggle, but we're still alive.

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How do you make people fall in love with you

challenge them to a duel 

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crew-from-capulet Kyle@Cat: "you are my heart. you are me. you are my other half. you are welcome with me always."

“You’re gonna give me cavities if you keep being so sweet.”

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In the modern idiom:

“So Bob said […]” indicates that I am directly quoting Bob.

“Then Bob was like […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob.

“And Bob was all […]” indicates that I am paraphrasing Bob, and additionally I am being a dick about it.

I don’t know about you, but I think it’s fantastic that we have a specific grammatical convention for that.

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Send me anons as my kid.

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One time one of my coworkers was talking about his daughter (who was only 5-6 at the time) and how he was already worried about boys, etc. once she got older. He wasn’t one of those dads, who would quite literally hunt down a teenage boy with a shotgun over some backseat shenanigans. He was just a concerned dad.

He asked me what my dad used to do to scare all of the boys away from me, or to at least make sure they were good to me.

My answer?

Example.

My dad never once said, “Katie, if a boy hits you, make sure to bring him back here so I can make him pay.”

Instead, my kind, gentle-soul dad expressed anger and utter contempt for men who beat their wives (and vice versa), and has never in his life raised his hand against me or my mother.

My dad never once said, “Katie, don’t go out with a boy who’s rude to the waitress.”

Instead, my father has treated every single server we’ve had throughout my entire life (except the rare ones who were rude first) with respect and courtesy.

My dad never once told my brothers to get up and offer the pregnant lady their seat on the subway.

Instead he was the first one to stand up, and smiled proudly when his young sons copied him when 2 other women boarded.

My dad didn’t raise me to only make good decisions when he’s there looking over my shoulder. He showed me what to look for in a man, not by preaching at me or declaring that he was the perfect mold. But his treatment of others (esp women) is the foundation for my standards when it comes to men.

So, parents, you want to make sure all of those Bad Apples stay away? Step one is to demonstrate what a Good Apple looks like, up close and personal.

Because if you’ve taught your daughters to respect themselves enough to have high standards, there won’t be any need for you chase any Bad Apples away. Your daughter will take care of that for you.

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dorkstrider:

have you ever noticed that some tumblr users come in sets

like they never stop talking to/about the other person so you may as well follow them too

it’s like buy one, get one free

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