Locker Room Talk Pt.10

Jett: This is a crazy idea. Insane. Stupid. It doesn’t make any sense.

Remy: …so you’ll do it?

Jett: For you? Of course.

I wrote a whole ass song and I was supposed to be asleep.

Fuck me slowly with a chainsaw.

~ Salem

“I don’t want to let them go...”

CW: Just a dash of Angst.

“I don’t want to let them go…” Daniela sobs as she looks down at your battered body. Alcina had a maid tend to all of your wounds, and Daniela was allowed to remain in the room with you to keep an eye on you.

“You won’t have to, my sweetling.” Alcina whispered, kissing Daniela’s forehead before leaving the two of you alone. You are barely conscious but you still have enough strength to tap Daniela’s hand. She lifts her eyes to meet your half-lidded gaze.

“What are you so upset about? Hm?” “You got really hurt, Y/N! I was worried about you!” “You have no need to be...I’m fine now…”

Her lip trembles as tears rise up in her eyes. “No...no tears...Come here.” She gets onto the bed with you, her head under your chin as she gently sobs against your chest.

Imagine...

Bela is absolutely feral for you but the lust is bleeding through. She says each of the lines of the first verse of the song slowly to you, backing you against a wall. She turns you around where your front is on the wall as she whispers in a low growl...

"Tell me you want me."

Well shit-

Guess we're married-

Arin: Bye, have a nice day!

JD: Bye, I love you.

I KNOW Y’ALL REMEMBER THIS

Lil’ Rebellious BB Vivienne!

I know it’s not quite the correct timeline but for my age this would be teenage Viv 😅

reblog to give a lesbian a sword, a bi girl a dagger, and a trans girl a cool gun

Some poetry from my writing page ^^

Oizys

CW: Mentions of Anxiety, Greek Myths, Terrible Parenting and Arguments

This is a poem, by the way

"Why are you being so sensitive" My mother would say I am not being sensitive I am showing emotion

I do not speak out when spoken to Afraid of the actions of those around me It doesn't matter if it is good or not It will always set me on edge

I tremble in fear and anguish Anxiety eating at me like a virus Or like humans Feeding off of the drama around them

They go back and forth Leaving my mind going in spirals Downward into Tartarus The place that my goddess mind has turned into.

A place of fear A place of stillness A place of never ending despair

Now I'm starting to realize, Oizys Why you are the way that you are

Yvette: I'm dating Y/N.

Vinca: I knew your standards were low but I didn't think that low, goddamnit, Yvette.