* are we obsidian? is this how it ends?

aight folks it’s official 

i aint coming back here HOWEVER 

if you wanna write with me on discord? continue old stuff from here? let’s do it fam!!! i’m gonna leave my discord down at the bottom and reblog this very frequently for the next week or so? and then after that i’ll do some cleaning up and archive this blog. 

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🐝 rumor honeybottoms 🐝#3351

aight folks it’s official 

i aint coming back here HOWEVER 

if you wanna write with me on discord? continue old stuff from here? let’s do it fam!!! i’m gonna leave my discord down at the bottom and reblog this very frequently for the next week or so? and then after that i’ll do some cleaning up and archive this blog. 

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🐝 rumor honeybottoms 🐝#3351

aight folks it’s official 

i aint coming back here HOWEVER 

if you wanna write with me on discord? continue old stuff from here? let’s do it fam!!! i’m gonna leave my discord down at the bottom and reblog this very frequently for the next week or so? and then after that i’ll do some cleaning up and archive this blog. 

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🐝 rumor honeybottoms 🐝#3351

ok so… 

i know people saw my hiatus post from the other day and some of you messaged me about it, which i’m really grateful for! while i did end up deleting it because i felt it was made in haste due to some IRL stuff that was happening, i do want to say a few things! 

i’m probably going to stop writing here soon, but that doesn’t mean i want to stop writing altogether. i’ve just lost interest in the formatting of this website and how it operates as a whole. i also feel like the drama on here has been overly saturated and it’s honestly so exhausting to see all the time. i have enough to deal with IRL as it is and literally the last thing i want to hear about is someone whining about another blog stealing their headcanons or whatever. like, grow the fuck up and talk it out like adults in private. either way, i’m probably going to leave, or at least take a very extended break from this place 

anyway, i might try and get some things done here today, but most of my writing is going to be on discord. if you want to chat, feel free to reach out. 

Gone Girl (2014) dir. David Fincher

Belladonna of Sadness (Eiichi Yamamoto, 1973)

Belladonna of Sadness (1973) dir. Eiichi Yamamoto

dude what if we 😳 i fucking killed you?

                                                         a   Q U E E N;                                                            not a slave.

—- The eyes she so willingly 

                    peered into, exposing herself to whatever squirmed in their depths, widened with surprise. Cadillac parted his lips, hands wrapped around her wrists with the intent to pull them away. Though, she gave him little chance to object. ‘SCHATZI’ ignited a hot fire in the belly of the beast, fueling the star that spun inside his chest as its fiery beams rattled his rib cage. He was vibrating, literally, engines of his heart humming with a distant buzz. She had a way with words, her voice had a way with his ears, and combined they made him feel so many different things at once. Different feelings, though united as a wonderful whole that made it difficult to deny her anything at all ( including to get lost, quite literally, in the glow of the eyes she adored so vocally ). 

“Cäcilia…” he said, the warm grip around her wrists tightening as he put his lips to the palm of her thumb. “There’s no way for me to say no to you, when I can do nothing but flourish from your love and affection… You’re toying with my heart, which is a dangerous act in and of itself. Surely, you can hear that.” The sound of galaxies colliding in the confinements of his chest. “A symphony sung only for you, by something you’re… trying to purposefully bare yourself to?” He blinked, was that the shape of  the light in his eyes changing? Duplicating, molding itself into whatever horrors she’d called upon, as his own claws took a hold of her face in turn with one arm wrapped around her waist. 

His black thumb caressed her bottom lip, and he took a sharp breath. “Can you see it?” he asked, the colors surrounding him corresponding with the rivers of infatuation that flowed through his veins. Unblinking, he inched their faces closer until the tips of their noses touched. “Do you FEEL it?” Feel not abhorrent dread trying to tear its way through her mind, but limitless affection and devotion reaching for every crevasse, each line and curve of her psyche. “I want you to DROWN in it,” he said with a guttural longing. Claws pressed into her lower back to pull her closer, black fingers traced the contours of her jaw down to her neck. “I want you to feel it in EVERY inch of skin, to taste it in EVERY breath you take, Cäcilia.” His voice echoed like a unity, a choir of yearning that existed for no one but her, as the kaleidoscope of flashing colors besieged her in an act of passion. “CÄCILIA, DO YOU?” 

It’s Greed Day apparently so here’s this slut