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POSSESSED BY AN ANCIENT RHYTHM  ,     she feels its maw open and close at the back of her skull ,     planting butterfly kisses on the veiny skin of closed eyelids when darkness seeps in .    it pulls at the strings of dainty feet  ,     making them spin widly and she ,     in turn  ,      is stripped of shape and mangled into an effervescent spill of ivory .    what flourishes is  violent    ,   primal  ,    effortless graceful ;    like nature itself  ,     unbend ,     a single tiny ,    moldable silhouette pirouettes and leaps across a thin ledge ,    a pale whirlwind contrasted sharply against its ebony canvas .     it climbs through the gap between her galaxied thighs ,   and hidden crevices along her throat ,   protruding from ribs that stretch through the ghastliness of her moon-bathed pallor .     trapped somewhere between high ,      etheral and utterly inconsequential ,     she teethers on the edge of madness like a puppet on strings  ,   only feels the impact   &   weariness of it all when it comes to a halt——   a labored breath   announces its unfinished finale ,      outstretched arms dropping with a loud   thud !      mimicking the brewing storm ahead  .

“    if you’re thinking about smoking ,      it’s about to rain .     ”        she had hoped to finish this one bit before heading home ,    but even isolated locations are prone to be violated in such a town such as irving .     “    if you came here to rob somebody ,    seems like a bit of a shitty place to do that ,    but i’m not a robber  ,     so who am i to judge .      ”    @irvingstarters​

#irvingstarters #me posting a starter???? Unheard of #call the police quick #drugs tw #heights tw #suicide tw #i mean she's not trying to jump but just 2 be safe i guess

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piratejct​.

IT’S ALMOST EMBARRASSING HOW HE SEEMS INCABAPLE of reading the room. stuck in his beliefs, convinced she’s pulling his leg, he watches her expression, though simply too high and exhausted to make anything of it. well, anything beyond ‘she’s fucking laughing at me’, and the amusement in her tone when she says his name is enough to confirm the theory even further. face doesn’t budge, not slightly, not even when he speaks. “yup. very funny.” tone matches the significantly disinterested look, though brows do furrow as another wave of brief confusion washes over, because — what the fuck is wrong with his impeccable observation skills? all thoughts are put on hold as he wonders whether he should be offended or not. the question on everyone’s lips remains: is she mocking him, or is he just stupid? there’s a 50% chance the truth might hurt. though, he doesn’t have enough time to present any further inquiries, as she’s finally getting down to business. or maybe not. maybe he’ll follow her outside and she’ll have three guys shove him into the backseat, only for his body to later be found in a trench two whole states away. “what the fuck- okay?” who the fuck puts their animals in the trunk? could be some new psychopath thing he’s not too familiar with. still, he takes the risk, slipping into a pair of boots and throwing on a jacket that’s way too thin. steps outside, bare legs on display for the entire neighborhood to see. he’s hunched over, literally shivering a little when he walks up behind her, hands seeking warmth in the shallow pockets. christ, he looks like an absolute twat. “’right, hurry up.” as in: if you’re gonna knock me out, do it now. “’m fuckin’ freezin’.” 

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she withholds any mean commentary    between the skin of her teeth ,     incisors pinning it down ;     refraining from glancing backwards because it could cause a knee-jerk reaction ,      and force her tongue to leap on a monologue of how absolutely   ridiculous    of a scene he’s managed to conjure up when all he had to do was get up on time ;    there he is  ,     looking disheveled ,      striding behind her with those pale thighs  ,    like a stray dog who’d ran away scared mid grooming .   “    …    yes ,   that happens when you’re indecent .      ”     adelaide remarks impassively ,    fidgeting with a golden keychain that clinks incessantly until a loud    beep    ceases it ,    automatically lifting the trunk’s door open wide like some passageway into hidden catacombs .      "     there’s food in a little container if she gets restless  -- keep it in the fridge ,   please .    i’ll fill her water bowl once we get her inside ,    but like i said ...      lucy shouldn’t be much trouble .   ”    with little time to waste ,     she offers instructions while guiding the path  ,    which ultimately leads to a slumbering ,    sleek stripe of evergreen ,      perfectly nestled into a pile of dead leaves and twigs ,     to which she coos   tenderly   as a doting mother might ,   looming over curiously to inspect .   "      really ...     you never noticed there’s no  fur   in any of my clothes?   ever ?      ... and here i thought you were actually starting to care ...       ”

#piratejct #· ¨ ⸸ . script / i will carve my way out with only my teeth . #addie said serpent rights

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hathfury​.

location  &  eta    :   adelaide’s  home   &   midday    /    for    :   @ambitcxious    .

with  one  leg  perched  over  the  other    ,    leonora  listens  to  the  few  other  women  that  sat  within  close  proximity    .    they  can’t  seem  to  grasp  the  depth  behind  the  story    —-    though  it’s  really  a    simple  concept    .    can’t  refrain  from  sharing  her  perspective    ,    as  usual    .    ❝    what’s  not  to  comprehend    ?    ❞    octave  low    ,    but  far  from  a  whisper    .    implies  respect  for  adelaide  and  disregard  for  fellow  elitists  simultaneously    ;    won’t  show  much  disdain  apart  from  a  steady  crease  in  brow    ,    lips  pressed  flat    .    surely  leonora  isn’t  the  only  housewife  with  a  husband  she’d  thought  about  offing  every  other  week    .    must  be  pretty  fucking  difficult    ,    sip  of  earl  grey    ,    to  maintain  a  cheerful  facade  in  a  marriage  that  is    ,    essentially    ,    shambles    .    to  clean  up  your  husband  when  he  comes  crawling  back  home  to  you    .    ❝    i’d  kill  him    ,    too    .    ❞    tinge  of  annoyance  flashes  in  blue  hues    ,    tongue  grazes  teeth    .    ❝    and  i’d  take  his  fucking  dog    .    ❞

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a burst of sudden expectation    fills the lavish room ;     wrinkled mouths agape with disdain ,    hooded eyes widened  ,    searching for the humor ,    awkward laughs spread far and few in between like breadcrumbs ,     not out of sympathy but some misguided sense of superiority .     leonora isn’t like them ,      that much she has noted even prior to this scheduled encounter ,  still ...   it was an interesting confirmation .   alas  ,   the pack leaves no room for authenticity  ----- eager ,   practically frothing at the mouth for a response .     she knows her audience  ,  “     oh ,    ”       her mouth forms a perfect  ,    round circle  ;       they want to say   ‘adelaide?  she’s a pretty girl.  a bit naïve .  but a pretty nice girl...   too bad beauty fades, and she’s not that smart.’    it’s a consolation ,     her act ,    a bone for them to chew on .    because the thing about people is they seldom look beyond what they want to see .     “   i don’t like dogs .     ”      sweet as honey ,    airy and mild ,   laughter erupts on cue ,   a harmonized cacophony of condescending conformity riddled in apathy ;     she knows her audience well  ,    this is no less a performance than her choreographed dances ,   so whatever bitter residue still lingered quickly dissipated into idle chitchat .      

she has to wait for a breach  ----- the right time ,     when the vultures have spread out  ,     redirected their fickle spam of attention somewhere else .    much to her dismay ,   however ,  delaying gratification is part of the package of being a woman .  she’s long conditioned herself into its slow rhythm .      she waits ,   and she waits  ,     conformed to the role ,     and when she finally leans  ---   she catches the waft of something    sweet    behind leonora’s ear .      channel ,    maybe?       “      do you really think you could pull the trigger?      ”      it’s honeyed  ,     brazen ;      and she makes a point to keep it between them .     “      most people think about it ,   once or twice in their lifetime...    it’s like fantasizing about jumping out of a moving vehicle ,   you know?      i don’t think many people could actually go through with it .      

#hathfury #· ¨ ⸸ . script / i will carve my way out with only my teeth . #sjhbsdjh adelaide vc: o no im so stupid #stupid stupid tralalala have u seen my blonde hair girls

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@ffixaticns

SUSPIRIA (2018) dir. Luca Guadagnino

#· ¨ ⸸ . study / it will stop your breath how cruel i can be . #LISTen... #scout tag tba.

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Abbey Lee Kershaw @ Chanel Haute Couture S/S 2011, Paris

#· ¨ ⸸ . mirror / chaos is a ladder . #i'd die for this loon thank u

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🤝 + 46

fifty reasons to touch someone.

46. …out of envy or jealousy.

adulations comes easy ,     its lulling candor leeching in nature ,     takes merciless without giving  .        adelaide is ,   and has been for some time ,    naturally skilled in the art of soothing men’s fragile egos   ----  it demands very little ,      tiny feathery kisses on aching bruises  .        little boys seldom grow out of their shells .     she could’ve easily reverted to that  ,    easy as breathing  ,      she’d call it  ;       lies are easy to swallow ,    often kinder .    so she tells the truth ,      today ,    anyways .

“      admittedly ,    my russian’s a little   unpolished ,     but i think he fancies me .      ”     cruelty bleeds into cool shades of apathy ;     she looks past him  ,    over his shoulder  ,     disregarding his touch entirely like a ghost might’ve attempted to detain her .     the gentleman in question  --- a rather suspicious figure  ,      she doesn’t mind -----    or rather doesn’t feel threatened by the prescience of a russian dealer .       wine stains her mouth red ,      sweetens the childish delight in her giddy breath .       “      shall i go with him?      i could use a palette cleanser for the night .       ” 

#iM addie pls #whats w addie and criminals #she thinks she's a pokemon player #just collecting 'em all #piratejct

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who would you choose for a threesome?

“     payton and adam .      i dread the possibility of it being painfully vanilla and underwhelming ,    but it would the tension between the two of them would at least make it for an entertaining encounter ,     at best it could cause irreparable damage to the both of them .   i am quite memorable ,    you know ?   ”   @piratejct  @jackfr0sted

#everyday she wakes up and chooses violence #Anonymous

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Psychout for Murder (1969) dir. Rossano Brazzi

#· ¨ ⸸ . aesthetic / kiss me with eyes wide open .

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👍😉

👍 Does my muse prefer to be asked on a date, or would they rather do the asking?

admittedly ,   she has a preference for being courted   --- and it’s a lot out of habit ,   too .   addie’s a pretty girl ,   she’s heard it all her life ,   and because of it ,  hasn’t had to do any chasing .    but if she really wants something ,   she’ll go after it .   at the end of the day ,   the only thing she cares about is that she gets what she wants .

😉 What are my muse’s fetishes/kinks?

adelaide’s a bit of a contained sadist in the bedroom , to absolutely no one’s surprise - this aspect of her personality has bled over all areas of her life and it’d be foolish to assume it doesn’t affect her sex life as well. she enjoys causing pain, though admittedly when engaging in intercourse she cares ,  at least to some extent ,  about her partner’s pleasure .   i wouldn’t call it bdsm ,   though -   it’d be very misguided .    it’s just another way to exert control over people .    orgasm denial  ,   bondage ,   wax play ,   whipping ,    biting / marking ,   bloodplay and her personal favorite ,  breath play are all things she actively engages in .

#nsfw #okay i knew this was coming #but i was not re a dy #Anonymous #yeah dont..... do breath play w addie #ever

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If you found yourself being in love, what kind of person would it take for that to happen?

“     i thought i was     ----- in love .    maybe you won’t believe me now ,   but when i met lucien he was ...    so willing .    but that’s the thing about people ,    they stop pulling their weight ...     they stop caring .    they refuse to pretend anymore .    it doesn’t work if only one of us is in in the joke ;   one woman’s shows are   depressing acts .    little by little ,     it just happens   --- right ?         every joke ,      every dull work - rant ...    becomes too predictable .    feelings grow stale .   so ,    i don’t quite know how to answer this question .      i’m not opposed to the idea of love ...    maybe that’ll surprise you ?      i find it quite charming ...      useful too .    i’m just skeptical on its longevity .    i’d need someone ...     who could never  ,     ever grow predictable  .      someone who’d keep me entertained ,   forever .   it’s not fair ,   to demand all this from a single person ...       but i’m not fair .   i have no intention of being .    ”

#Anonymous

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drug of choice and ideal way of taking it?

“   coke .    it’s practical ,    as far as drugs go ...   no needles ,   no smoke ,   no smell --   you can carry it and cut it almost anywhere ,   and all you have to do is powder up your nose and you’re all set and ready to go !   ”

#drugs tw #adelaide said do cocaine kids #it's the coolest drug #Anonymous

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🌟😘🍬🎀

🌟 What is my muse’s sexual/romantic orientation?

pansexual, a bit unsure on her romantic inclinations .

😘 Would my muse have sex on the first date?

she’d have sex on the first meeting if she thinks you’re fuckable and circumstances allow. she’s not big on delaying gratification.

🍬 Is my muse a sub, dom, or switch?

switch for conveniences sake, with dominant tendencies.

🎀 Who would my muse sleep with if nobody ever had to know?

joe biden

#is she joking abt the last one #we might never know #Anonymous

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#irvinghonesty

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#· ¨ ⸸ . study / it will stop your breath how cruel i can be . #Im this is so addie it hurts

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luckypalermo​.

“well, that’s my job, addie. that’s…” that’s not yours, he means to say. but he stops, afraid to wound her ego if he reminds her that there are things in the world not revolving around her picture-perfect blonde head. “umm… i’m not sure. there’s lots of stuff at my doorstep these days. the usual mail, gifts for my kids — even some good ole assassination attempts, you know. rite of passage as mayor, i think. i got a bottle of poison the other day. it was expensive, crystal… that wasn’t your gift, was it?” he smiles at her, hoping she’ll appreciate the gallows humor. pretty as her exterior may be, he doubts she’s a stranger to things dark and morbid.

“     i’m well aware .     ”     resentment brews where patience wears thin ,    small aggressions sprouting like weed ;     it’s the instructive nature of his practiced speech ,    ready to roll off his tongue ,      as though she didn’t   know .     as though it hadn’t been   hammered   into her pretty head a thousand times prior .        men make a habit of that ,    teaching things like they’re entitled ,    saying the obvious as if it belongs to them .   it’s as vexing as it is insulting ,     and yet women are the one casting down their gaze like bashful virgins ,    spilling apologies like dirt in their throat .         “    god no ,     “     adelaide feigns  horror ,    all fawn-eyed and gape-mouthed ,    setting up the grounds :    "    i’d never leave a paper trail .     ”     languid half - smile setting ,       she kicks a can with the edged tip of her heel  ,      staring off into the distance with a vague look of disappointment .    “    it’s some fancy wine grandfather acquired in a charity auction .    he insisted you should have it ,   so i’ll spare him the news it’s been lost somewhere amidst  cheap fruit baskets  and  plastic flowers arrangements ...     ”

#luckypalermo #· ¨ ⸸ . script / i will carve my way out with only my teeth .

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luckypalermo​.

he huffs incredulously. adelaide is a dear friend, she really is. ( and he may well be her only one. ) with her, though, that mostly means there are few people more familiar with her bullshit. “there isn’t a lot of people paying heed, addie. no need for theatrics.”

“     were you not just   playing   polite politician?     ”      though habitually tame ,      there is something undeniably predatorial on how she moves  ,       beckoning with calculated steps   ,    violating unspoken rules of proximity with such blasé mien .      “    a necessary evil ,      i suppose ...    i’m proud ,    i am .     ”      it might be comforting ,    it might not  ---- coming from her ,      difficult to say ,   given the circumstances .     “     i even sent you a gift ...      did you get it ?     i tied the bow myself .     ”

#luckypalermo #· ¨ ⸸ . script / i will carve my way out with only my teeth .

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piratejct​.

MIMICS THE SEEMINGLY CONFUSED EXPRESSION with one of his own, head tilting ever so slightly to the side, brows knitting together, squinted eyes full of question marks. the first thought — is he being punked? is she seriously taking the fucking piss, at six in the morning, trying to make all of this way more difficult than it needs to be? god. you’re on thin ice, lady. looks at her with the dullest of faces, like whatever game she’s playing is already boring the life out of him. mind you, not once does the thought that lucy might not be a feline cross his deepfried little brain. arms are folded over the chest, instantly making him look at least 1/9 less approachable, while also shielding him (though just barely) from the cold. should’ve dressed up. should’ve maybe slept. “fuckin’… lucy?” specifies, as if it couldn’t have been any more obvious. “or did ya’ j’st… not bring ‘er?” as in: are you wasting my fucking time? which, honestly, he wouldn’t be so surprised if she were, accustomed to expecting nothing but the worst. hell, this might even be a part of some fucked up, annoying set-up lie. is this lucy character even real? 

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seldom is his anger unwarranted ,     adelaide is skilled in the art of provoking and pushing buttons until they pop ---    so you can understand her confusion when faced with this rather unprompted display of hostility .       she’s miffed  ,      taken aback ,      caught in a wave of    begrudging indignation  .     little perched nose aimed at the sky ,       her own wishbone arms mirroring his  -  stretching the gap between them ,    protest lodged in her throat  --- until ,     “    ...  ah .     ”     it clicks ;    suddenly ,     without warning  ,     like a   tiny lightbulb ------       she has a cat .   somewhere in his mind ,     adam has adopted the fantasy she owns a cat .     it has solidified to the point he will engage in no other scenario that defies the thought of some big furry ball ,    curling up in her lap at the end of a particularly harsh evening ,   purring against wrinkled satin as she crouches over the dressing table to snort another line .      "      oh adam ,     ”      tongue stifled with amusement ,    his name sounds like a joke on its own  .      “     your powers of observation never fail to amaze me .     come on ,      ”      giving him no time to process  ,      she waves that little finger flirtatiously ,      calling him while already making way towards the parked vehicle .      "     she’s in the trunk.    ”

#piratejct #· ¨ ⸸ . script / i will carve my way out with only my teeth . #drugs tw