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hit it, Neil!

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i will never unsee this

this thinspo has been stuck in my brain for a long time, and like a moth to a neon flame i return to it oh so often, it is my north star, i point towards it for guidance in hopes i can attain a fraction of it.

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Clace: rain-shielding or height-measuring?🍁

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Crystal Knot Magic

Knotting a crystal net is very easy if you are able to use your fingers for this kind of crafting.

They are often called crystal "wraps" and many tutorials can be found on Youtube.

There are many, many ways to make a crystal net. The style you use determines the final appearance. More importantly for us, the style you use determines how many knots there will be, and their size.

We can draw on four common elements of magic: Crystal/mineral correspondences, color correspondences, numerology, and knot magic.

The stone (or other object) is like the battery which holds and radiates power. The object you net should correspond to your core intent.

The color of cord or thread you use can modify or hone your intent. For example, if using clear quartz, the color correspondence might be doing most of the work.

Then again, this spell will work with cotton twine and a river stone, so just do whatever suits you.

The total number of cords you use dictates how many knots total will exist in your spell. Crystal nets are made by tying two strands of cord together. If you use four cords, you will have eight working ends, and therefore you will tie four knots per row. If you have five cords, you will have ten working ends, and you will need to tie five knots per row. I align my numerology to the number of knots, not strands, because the knots themselves are holding the magic.

The knots are used to tie intent and bind power. I create most of my charms in a style that has one big starter knot at the top and one big finishing knot at the bottom. There are tons of ways to utilize knots in this project. The first knot can hold the only intent, while the rest bind powers to support it. Or the intent can be split into its composite parts and each part gets its own knot. Or every single knot can have something unique, or they can all be identical... lots of options.

Conceptually, the inner object is the focal point or battery of the spell. The knots can be understood as tools that the object uses to carry out your will, instructions to guide the object in its work, vessels that carry additional power (like tidepools on a beach), or tangles that capture and bind up unwanted forces.

To perform this sort of magic:

1. Learn how to make the nets first from an arts and crafts perspective :) you can cut the cording off to re-use the same stone later. It is really frustrating to try and do a craft in a ritual headspace if you have to learn the craft simultaneously!

2. Gather up your cording and object to be netted. Do any ritual techniques you prefer to prepare them.

3. Decide how you want your intent to be tied in. Do you want to use the same phrase for each knot? Do you want to chant your intent continuously while you do many knots? Etc.

4. Make the crystal net in your ritual headspace/magic zone. Pour your intent into each knot in whatever methods you choose.

5. I recommend making the final knot of your project into the seal which completes and finishes the amulet ("so mote it be," "as my will it has been done," etc).

6. If you did not raise and direct energy during the spell, ensure the amulet is charged afterwords. Like all amulets and talismans, it requires feeding and repowering as time goes on.

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A very self-indulgent Clace wedding headcanon, because we need something sweet and we need to manifest this 🙏🏻 ✨️ (meaning nothing bad must happen to them in twp @cassandraclare please please please)

Key word is ✨️gold✨️

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Clace - Through the Years

↳ The Mortal Instruments (2007)

↳ The Dark Artifices (2012)

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MY WRITING

This is an index of my writing publicly available online. I have a variety of short stories, a few essays, and two novels. To save you time, here are a few of my favorite things I’ve written: The Love Song of Spiders to Mice: A love poem about inevitable longing.

SELFAGGRANDIZE PART II: What if you never had any trouble adequately describing yourself?

Consider Your Ways: When a booming voice from the heavens woke Mickey Ruiz in the dead of night with the announcement that the end of days would begin soon, he was almost too terrified to think straight. But as the days stretched onwards, both he and the rest of the world were almost able to believe it had been nothing more than a dream. That dream, however, quickly turns real when an angel falls out of the sky like a blazing meteor. The angel seems hurt, and what can he do but try and help it? But Mickey and his friends soon realize that the strange, pitch-black angel is only the beginning of the wild changes soon to erupt in the quiet mountain town of Hamilton, Montana…

Find all my writing below the break.

Keep reading

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six fanarts rpg horror edition 

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(Part 5/ Bonus part of 4)

Aight. After the last post I totally had to check myself because I was under the impression that Junkhearts was the only movie of Tom’s I hadn���t yet seen, but apparently there was another one called Three Way Junction, AND I found another cameo (someone add these and Hello Apartment on Tom’s wiki, I can’t figure out a way to edit tables on there) (Edit: Took care of it.) A few wonderful people got in touch with this info, PLUS a bootleg link to watch the 1984 production Tom was in!! Just, THANK YOU folks, and you bet your ass I watched everything. Let me talk a bit about that before I move on to the links.

Junkhearts (2011)- War vet very kindly offers homeless girl shelter in his house, but her bad crowd (including her bf, played by Tom) comes along and invades his life. Tom is a Northern Irish boy in this (complete with the accent) and is the kind of dude who would walk into a situation and abuse everyone and everything. It blows my mind that this irl smol bean did so many disturbing/disturbed characters and did them SO well. He really makes the angel-faced-devil thing work. This movie is dark, and deals with heavy matters like PTSD and drugs. Be advised. Good movie tho.

Double Date (2017)- Do NOT ask me anything about this one, man, idk. Tom in a beard, hat, eyes rimmed in black liner, and with a fake rhinestone tear for 1:30 mins. I didn’t even hear what he said.

Three Way Junction (2018)- English architect (Tom) goes soul searching to Namibia, everyone he meets act wiser than him, then he gets stranded in the desert. I will call this movie formulaic, but before that, let me acknowledge I was just getting comfortable, then it stepped on my throat and left me agonizingly invested for a good amount of time. The desert-stranded scenes, Tom almost dying from thirst and hunger, body switching off, face peeling from the sun, hallucinating, all alone… it was hard to watch, y’all (in a good way, I suppose). Tom gives it his all and it pays off, because by the end I wanted to scream along with him. The very end is, again, formulaic.

1984 on Broadway (2017)- Winston in the book: I am a 39 y/o gray dude,  oppressed and depressed, listen to my musings and experience about politics

Me: Of course! I am intellectually stimulated!

Tom’s Winston: *spits aggressively*

Me: Fu** me, daddy

Trust Tom fuckin Sturridge to make Winston Smith SEXY I AM SO UPSET (AND HORNY) *deep breath* okay. Olivia Wilde broke Tom’s nose acting this, he broke her tailbone. People fainted, threw up, and left the theatre. Need I say more about how intense this production was? And I abfuckingsolutely loved it, oh my GOD. This was a brilliant adaptation of the classic George Orwell novel imo, the changes they made were very clever. Tom is the MC, and in the beginning, he is confused and is just reacting to things rather than acting. But he gets more and more into it and then comes the last act- graphic torture scene of him that they recreated from the book. I understand why people left the room, y’all. I mean, I KNEW what would happen and by the end even I was like ‘fuck me, fuck y’all, fuck this, what the fuck’, and I could PAUSE. But this is how 1984 should be, imo. I’m not saying this just because I’m a simp for Tom: the work he’s done for this is extraordinary. It takes a special kind of actor to even attempt something like it.

Now that’s all done, let’s move on to the links. I know most people may have seen most of these, but still may be of help to a few? And I’m making this for my reference as much as for anyone else anyway, so.

Interviews/Being Filmed:

1. We all know there have been sooo many interviews from the Sandman junket. Some of my favorite moments:

a. Tom talking about his experience in the glass cage here (4:15), here (2:00) and here (4:12)

b. Tom shows us (11:34) his button brickphone. An aside: I think he at least had a smartphone at one point- you can see him tapping one here (:10) and he mentioned in the giggly Sea Wall interview that he browsed Wiki on his way there, so… anyway, point is tho, it’s none of our fuckin business

c. Vivienne praises Tom so much that he clenches his fists and is out of breath. Aside: When people he’s less familiar with drop praises, he has no reaction. Like, not even awkwardness, zero reaction except a half smile, e.g. here (4:43), here (4:04) and here (10:11). I just think it’s a funny shy boi thing XD

d. Totally RANDOM, but I love his eyeroll (9:00)

e. Unexpectedly deep and amazing answer to what nightmare Tom would give other people (plus everything else tbh)

f. Tom insisting that eating only within 4 out of 24 hrs and exercising for 5 hrs each day for 3 months was ‘easy’ compared to actually playing Morpheus. This man is insane.

g. Tom stole the sand pouch and is so shifty about it lmao

h. I said this before: Tom and Morpheus are still totally separate in my mind, so seeing this BTS when he’s dressed as Morpheus but speaks as Tom is a reality-shifting experience for me every time. Also, in natural light the subtle eye makeup is really popping. God, this man would KILL it with smokey eyes!

2. I love animated talkers who are also articulate, they tend to be the best storytellers. Tom being just that in these Orphans (5:12) and Sea Wall (37:26) interviews (I recommend watching Tom in both in full, tbh)

3. Linking this Orphans interview because a. His eloquence and wisdom shine through and b. He’s looking sort of devastatingly pretty

4. Tom can play the piano!

5. Never seen a Brit giggle so much (I know I already gif-ed this but you gotta hear the SOUNDS)

6. Englishman struggles to speak English for half a minute straight

7. Tom’s workout vid for Sandman. Not to ogle, to appreciate the unholy amount of effort. You can also see the inconspicuous S tattoo on his back (for his ex, I guess). This man is wearing a hat in the gym… hair too long?

8. Far from the Madding Crowd interview because I need y’all to see this look

9. I like this 1984 interview ‘cause it’s interesting, been edited in a creepy way matching the content they’re talking about +Tom talks about not using a smartphone

10. Adding this to show how much Tom has grown, as we all grow. The ‘romantic’ experience he describes here, while startlingly honest, I can’t see him talking about now. He was a bit rough around the edges, a little awkward with his presence. I find that endearing and relatable, honestly, ‘cause I am VERY different in the way I present myself, speak, communicate now from a few yrs ago. It’s a process.

Fanvids:

Some of my faves here:

1.      Best Sandman/Morpheus tributes 1 and 2. Angsty king Morpheus. Cool Morpheus. 

2.      AMAZING Morpheus x Jessamy 1, 2 and 3

3.      Morpheus x Johanna 1 and 2

4.      Morpheus x Calliope 1, 2 and 3

5.      Me: I ain’t no Twilight fan and watched TVD only for Damon, vampires can suck it away form me. Also me: Watches this 50 times in a row. Edward x Morpheus

6.      Bruce Wayne x Morpheus

7.      WTF is going on and why do I love it: AU/Crossovers/Fancasts with Morpheus- 1, 2, 3, 4, 5

8.      Will x Emma, Waiting for Forever

9.      Best Jake x Tess, Sweetbitter, 1 and 2

10.      Best Alex x Nigel, Like Minds, 1 and 2

11.   Effie Gray x John Everett Millais

12. + Tom in Remainder 

Voice Work:

1.      Sea Wall audio

2.      Someone isolated Tom’s voice from the music in the Netflix podcast

3.      Tom reading two letters. This one by Henry James is emotional and I expected his passionate reading, but this one by Mark Twain- Tom was HILARIOUS! Please make him do more comedy.

4.      Tom reading Wordsworth’s ‘A Complaint’

Miscellaneous:

1.      1984 bootleg (480p)

2.      Context: Someone made a t-shirt with Tom’s head on the boobs and wore it, which RPatz saw and mentioned in an interview. The whole thing is bonkers. Maybe I was having a slow day but I laughed for a solid minute at this lmao (but I’m a whole adult-adult writing 1500+ words posts about Tom, so maybe I should shut my mouth).

3.      Last but not the least, the single Dream fanfic I wrote to get Sandman out of my system. Is it smutty? Yes. But does it take a helluva slowburny icebreaking and a whole discussion about humanity and mankind to get there? Also yes, because I am physically unable to write characters in a non-canon way. (Edit: It WAS sorta out of my system, then making this list I ended up watching a shitload of Morpheus content again and long story short here’s the 2nd fic. On tumblr and much shorter.)

I might be adding more if I remember new things, but this is it for now. I actually enjoyed writing these posts. It’s been real, folks.

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(Part ¼)

Like a lot of us, I’ve been going through Tom Sturridge’s filmography since watching Sandman on Netflix. I’ve watched a good amount of stuff so far, and I have Thoughts™ . Writing a few lines about him in each of the projects (because apparently this is a Tom Sturridge fan blog now??)

Now, you watch Tom in interviews and he is the DEFINITION of a cinnamon roll, so you would never think this- but this man has been absolutely wildin for over a decade. The projects he chooses? The roles he takes on? Half the time it’s as if he’s like ’if it’s not excruciatingly dramatic, absolutely insane, and/or heart-poundingly, breath-chokingly sexy, don’t even bother’. Also something else I think I figured out from watching these and Tom’s interviews- it’s possible that in his mind, wild/dangerous = seductive. So, anytime he’s playing a character of that sort, he turns it on and immediately has intense sexual tension with everyone in sight. It’s mind-blowing.

This is what I’ve watched so far:

Like Minds/Murderous Intent (2006)- Eddie Redmayne’s first movie. Tom plays Ed’s boarding school classmate, a psycho. He was 20/21 in this, unbelievably pretty, and nailed the ‘devil with an angel’s face’ character to a tee. The chemistry with Ed is, predictably, insane. He says and does some seriously disturbing things in the movie. This was so early in his career too! It’s possible that Tom’s always been a 'choose the interesting project’ person vs 'choose something that might make me a popular sweetheart’ person.

Waiting for Forever (2010)- I have to say this first, I legit loved this movie so much. It strikes just the right balance between soulful and real, and the whole effect is incredibly sweet and touching. They don’t make movies like this anymore. Tom’s character is a very innocent type: naive and clueless to the extent of disturbing, but full of hope and belief. Tom is SO good in this. He plays it a bit slow and spacey, and captures the wide-eyed wonder and confusion of the character perfectly. *chef’s kiss*

The Hollow Crown s2 (2012)- This was a series of BBC adaptations of Shakespeare’s historical plays based on English kings. Tom was Henry VI, and I was fkn depres*ed for a week after watching this, no lie. Henry VI on screen is spineless, pathetic, and being manipulated left and right by every single person in his vicinity. The politics is nasty, the murders are brutal, and King Henry, 17, doesn’t want any of it (but is still too much of a wuss to give up his crown so he clutches on religion instead). Tom, with his young face, long hair, gray cloak and his rosary that he desperately hangs onto, speaking of hope and heartbreak in Shakespearean lingo, just made me feel lots of emotions - terribly angry and frustrated with the king, then sad and horrified for him. It was draining. (The series overall is fantastic tbh.)

On The Road (2012)- Based on Jack Kerouac’s novel, this movie is all sorts of nasty- drugs upon drugs, lurid sex, people treating other people terribly. Tom in this is sensitive writer boi in unrequited love with a fuckboy, and his personality is “we can take sexuality out of it, just hold me, man”. I pray for the gays who will see this movie now because they won’t survive Tom in this. (I mean I’m straight and I barely survived). The messy hair? Thick black-framed glasses? The hurt glances? Manic-pixie smiles? Teary-eyed, swollen-lipped monologue? (Edit: Scene) I’m f*cking deceased. (No kidding tho, I can’t take movies that are so on-the-nose seriously and I skipped through it, and still Tom with his limited screen time managed to make me genuinely feel for his character. He was amazing.) Fun fact: The scene of him being bodily carried away for a threesome and proceeding to break the bed (literally) lives rent free in my head. No, I am not all right.

Far From the Madding Crowd (2015)- Adaptation of Thomas Hardy’s classic novel. Tom plays Sgt. Francis Troy (opposite Carey Mulligan) and is a regular no-good rake. Listen, you’d think Tom with his sweet mouth and wispy facial hair couldn’t pull off a moustache. You’d be wrong. He looks great. And he has that charisma that makes you wanna drive off a cliff for him even though you know he’s an asshole. They made his character halfway decent tho, Troy is worse in the book. (EDIT: No they did NOT! I was skipping thru the movie and missed a scene lol. But I’ve watched the whole thing now and, yeah). And Tom switches vibes from sinister to emotional without missing a beat. What a goddamned treat watching this man is.

I’ll stop now, and do the next installment on another 5 Tom projects (I guess Remainder, Mary Shelley, Sweetbitter, Irma Vep, Sea Wall/A Life? We’ll see.)

(Edit: Part 2 , Part 3, Part 4, Part 5/ Bonus)

[thestarhowler]

Tom Sturridge Movie Masterpost

Hey you guys!

So if something like this already exists, please let me know, but I am not aware of anything like this, so...this is a masterpost to share all the Tom Sturridge movies with you guys that I own.

If you have any of these movies to share, please let me know, I would love to include the links in here, in case any of the stuff gets taken down.

gif by tsintotwo

This is very much a group project , feel free to contribute and share, so new fans may have the opportunity to see some of these :3

Recent Updates:

added "Hollow Crown" thanks to @peageetibbs

added "A Waste of Shame" thanks to the generosity of @thelastdayalive

added "Vanity Fair", "Being Julia", "3 Way Junction", "Skin" & "Irma Vep" thanks to the generosity of @peageetibbs

added MEGA back-up for "Far from the Maddening Crowd" and "Velvet Buzzsaw"

Vanity Fair (2004)

resolution unknown | online stream

link

Being Julia (2004)

resolution unknown | online stream

link

not me looking at these pics just going "look at the BB! bb bb bb bb bb bb" in tones only audible for dogs x.x

A Waste of Shame (2004)

720 x 576 | 1.3 GB

google drive

The Boat That Rocked (Pirate Radio | 2009)

1940 x 814 | 2.48 GB

google drive

Waiting for Forever (2010)

1920 x 1024 | 1.51 GB

google drive

Junkhearts (2011)

640 x 346 | 383 MB movie is smol potat like me uwu

link | google drive

On the Road (2012)

1920 x 816 | 1.86 GB

google drive

Effie Gray (2013)

1920 x 800 | 1.64 GB

google drive

Far from the Madding Crowd (2015)

1920 x 800 | 1.65 GB

google drive ; MEGA

Remainder (2015)

1920 x 800 | 1.72 GB

google drive ; youtube

The Hollow Crown (2016)

resolution unknown | online stream

link 1 ; link 2

Song to Song (2017)

1920 x 800 | 1.96 GB

google drive

sidenote: idk how much he is this movie, so if not a lot, I am sorry x.x

Mary Shelly (2017)

1920 x 800 | 1.92 GB

google drive

Journey's End (2017)

1920 x 800 | 1.73 GB

google drive

3 Way Junction (2018)

resolution unknown | online stream

link

Velvet Buzzsaw (2018)

1920 x 1080 | 2.35 GB

google drive ; MEGA

Sweetbitter (2018-2019)

1920 x 1080 | 9.84 GB (S1); 15.8 GB (S2)

google drive

Skin (2019)

resolution unknown | online stream

link

Irma Vep (2022)

resolution unknown | online stream

link 1 ; link 2

This is all for now, I know I'm missing a lot of stuff, if you have any links or movies you host, feel free to share!

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[EXPLICIT. NSFW. I MEAN IT- SERIOUSLY NSFW.

Welp. It’s a sequel to this: Part 1 . Now looks like a three-parter. Next and last part soon.]

(Part 2/3)

You are. You are imagining this is real. Despite warnings. Very well. You are on your own now.

Imagine this, then: it is excruciatingly hard to stop kissing him, to stop being kissed by him, you ravishing his soft, full mouth with your lips and tongue, him drinking you like the thirstiest creature alive. But he probably doesn’t even really need to breathe. You do. So, finally, when you feel like you would not last a moment longer without air, you pull away.

You take deep, shaky breaths. His head is bowed, he is deliberately breathing slow, trying to calm himself. Then his eyes flick up and meet yours, and between you, something has changed.

This, before you, is a being of immeasurable power. A king, a god, more than a god. He does not obey, does not serve. And you don’t pin him against a wall and kiss him unless he wants you to. He has trusted you, trusts you enough to expose this dichotomy in himself- that he wants you even while not. This is giving up control, this is something he never does. And in this loss, in this evidence of his love for you even though he barely ever admits it in words, you two have found a new dynamic.

A dynamic worth exploring, you think now.

Leaning forward slowly, you put your head against his neck. Murmur: ‘You are not allowed to be with me, Lord Morpheus?’

A pause. Then: ‘No.’ Low, husky.

‘Not allowed to touch me.’, you tip your head up, your lips grazing his earlobe.

‘No.’, he lets his hands fall from around your waist.

‘Not allowed to kiss me.’, you brush your lips on his ear.

‘No.’

‘Anywhere.’ Your lips trail on his cheek, still so warm to the touch, ‘Not on my lips, not on my bare shoulder.’, you whisper against the corner of his mouth. ‘You cannot taste my throat, my breasts’, you press yourself onto his chest, ‘my stomach, my…’

‘No.’, his voice disappears in a half-breath at the word’s end.

‘You’re not allowed to…’, your hands find his, hold them loosely against the wall beside him, ’undress me.’ You lean back slightly, looking at him.

‘No.’, his eyes flutter close for a moment before they meet yours.

Imagine this now. You say, slowly, keeping your gazes locked, 'But what if I undressed you?“

He doesn’t say anything. One muscle moves in his jaw.

‘What if’, you say, quiet, not taking your eyes off his, your lips barely a few inches apart from his, ‘I touched you? What if I kissed you everywhere? Here…’, you let go of one of his hands, rub your thumb on his lips, all red and swollen from kissing, ‘here’, you trace a finger on the curve of his throat, ‘What if I put my mouth’, you slide your hand under his cloak and shirt, finding his flat, hard stomach, ‘here…’, you slip three fingers inside the waist of the pants he’s wearing, ‘h…’

Within the next second, two things have happened. Lightning fast, he has gripped your hand and pulled it out, holding it tight, and just as quickly, you’ve moved your body and put your thigh right between his legs.

The thin layers of clothes between you had been doing exactly nothing to eliminate the feeling of his hardening bulge against your abdomen, and as your thigh rubs on it now, his body jerks, his breath escaping in a hot and audible gasp. He drops your hand. Clenches his fists. Is still like a statue, eyes closed.

You press against his erection, close and deliberate, as you watch him- lips half-parted, breath long and shaky, long dark lashes laying against pale skin, red spots high on his cheeks: he’s so heart-achingly beautiful. You imagine you’ll make him yours.

Reaching out, you sink your hand into the hair at the back of his head, clutch a fistful. Pull his forehead slowly down on your shoulder. This causes his body to move, and the mere friction this results in causes him to whisper out a groan that he can’t quite swallow.

‘Listen to me’, you whisper next to his ear, ‘Let me love you. Let me please you. You don’t do a single thing. You just listen to me. Trust me.’ You pull his face up by his hair again, rest your forehead against his. ‘Do you trust me?’

This right here, this is it, then, the moment. Because all of it is pretense- he knows, and you know. You can’t make him do anything, unless he willingly gives that control to you. And he will only do that if he wants to- for you, for love, for the sake of this little game. The game you started not knowing what it would become, but seems too good not to keep playing now.

The understanding passes between you two, and it is also a testament to the love between you that you don’t have to say anything more, and neither does he. Instead, he whispers, ‘Dream it.’

‘What?’, you are confused.

‘Where you want to be. Now. Dream it.’

And, imagine this, then, barely giving you any time to think, he moves, and throws a side of his cloak over you, pulling you in.

After a blink, you see a dark sky, dazzling with stars, not above you, but all around. Another blink, and everything has changed. You’re still leaning against Dream behind whom is a stone wall, but it is not his throne room anymore. It looks like an old bedroom with a stone floor, a big bed, and orange fire flickering in a fireplace. Outside, you can still see the starry night sky.

Dream is now wearing a simple buttoned coat instead of his cloak. Maybe his cloak is this room, who knows. You take a step back. Slowly start unbuttoning his coat. He’s stoic, letting you do this.

You take off his simple black shirt and pants. He is wearing underwear the color of skin. You leave that on, though the shape that’s visible through it leaves little to the imagination. He stands perfectly still like a marble statue, almost ethereal.

He is perfection. Your breath catches as you slowly run your hand over his chest, shoulders, stomach, back of his thigh. So pale he almost gives off a glow, his muscles and sinews are hard and defined. He is not bulked up, in fact, he is bony, but the enormous power in him almost rolls off in waves. It is a feral sort of aura, a raw, even hungry kind of beauty, and the thought that you have the control now make hot knots bloom in your abdomen.

You take off your dress. It is not a performance. You are not that woman, a sexy diva type. In fact, you are often quite insecure about your body. But with Dream, those things don’t occur to you, don’t matter. It’s you, and you know he wants you. That is enough.

And even so, when you see him take you in, notice how his pupils go larger, his fingers shake a little, and the shape between his thighs moves almost imperceptibly, you are pleased.

You close the distance between you again, and looking into his eyes, you whisper, ‘Remember, you are not allowed. To do anything.’ He understands you. Nods. Waits. For a second, you see a rare expression flash on his face, one you’ve never seen on him before- vulnerablity. It makes your heart almost break with affection for him. It also makes a hot surge of desire slash through you.

His mouth opens hungrily against yours as you kiss him again. You keep it short, leave him wanting more, his lips still parted, face an image of frustration. It slowly shifts to a helpless mixture of longing and pleasure as you move your lips down the side of his face and throat to his shoulder. You place open-mouthed kisses there, all over, then trail kisses on his collarbone, tracing lines with your tongue, and as you reach his other shoulder, you bite down- hard enough to leave a mark. He gives out a soft hiss. You kiss on the mark. ‘Mine’, you think.

Imagine: your hand caresses his arms, his body, as you make your way down slowly. Countless kisses on his chest, sides, arms, forearms. You grazing his nipples with your teeth makes his body shiver. You take time to kiss and suck on the soft place where his arms bend, his wrists, knuckles, each of his fingertips. You lick long and slow down the slight trail of hair on his stomach disappearing in his underwear, you hear the anticipation in the catch of his breath.

If you go any lower, you will have to kneel. But you stand. His eyes are open, and they are almost resentful, but you softly kiss his lips before turning around. You take off your bra, feeling his eyes on you. You lean with your back against him. Taking his hands, you place them on your breasts, full and round. Then you cozy in a little more, and hear the long groan escape him- ‘mmhhhghhh’- as your ass rubs onto his stiff erection. He squirms, his warm hands grabbing on your breasts, fingers pinching and rubbing your swollen and tight nipples. You stifle a moan, and move your ass in a way that makes him let out a deep growl. His hands slide down now, arms around your stomach, trying to position you, hold you more securely against himself, and within a second, you’re three feet away.

You turn towards him, his eyes fiery, chest rising and falling rapidly, and you say, ‘You are not allowed.’  

Slowly, he nods, trying to calm himself. He waits. You stay where you are.

‘Ask me.’, you say.

He stares at you, silent.

‘Ask me.’, you repeat.

‘C-come back.’, he says, the hint of desperation making his voice rough.

‘And?’

‘Touch me. Kiss me. Please me.’

‘And?’

He closes his eyes. Whispers, ‘Please.’

You go back. You kneel before him. You slide your palms on his perfect thighs and legs. Then, reaching out, you slowly pull down his underwear.

He is beautiful here too (what else did you expect), perfect in size and shape. You take it in your hand, steel wrapped in silk, and he shudders, muscles in his thighs tightening. You brush your lips on it lightly, place a few soft kisses, and hear his ragged breathing.

You let go. Stand up. He’s looking at you, desperate.

You hold his hand, ‘Come.’ You pull him towards the bed.

Update: Part 3.

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morpheus + being pretty - 1.01

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𝘔𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘱𝘦𝘰𝘱𝘭𝘦 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘳 𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘥𝘦𝘳𝘴. 𝘛𝘩𝘦𝘺 𝘥𝘦𝘵𝘦𝘴𝘵 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮. 𝘈𝘯𝘥 𝘺𝘦𝘵 𝘐 𝘧𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘩𝘦𝘮 𝘦𝘯𝘥𝘭𝘦𝘴𝘴𝘭𝘺 𝘧𝘢𝘴𝘤𝘪𝘯𝘢𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨.

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i have control issues, mommy issues, adhd and im a perfectionist, it wasnt a question of IF i would develop an ED it was more of a WHEN would i develop it