I just wanna feel something deep (him inside of me)
› FIRST TOUCH PROMPTS → receiver to sender.
brushing hair behind their ear
hands grazing while reaching for the same object
catching them by the waist
helping them up and not letting go
fixing their collar or necklace
knees bumping under the table
tucking something off their face
draping a coat over their shoulders
pinkies brushing
falling asleep on their shoulder
touching their wrist
hand falling over theirs mid-laugh
fixing their tie or jewelry
whispering with a hand on their knee
lingering touch while passing an object
playful hand to the chest
hands meeting in the dark
wiping away a tear
stopping them by the wrist
buttoning their shirt or jacket
dancing for the first time
hands meeting over a shared item
tending to a wound
shoulder bump turning into leaning
touching their heart
cleaning a cut
brushing hands at an event
tripping into their arms
untying them from restraints
fastening a necklace
shoulders brushing in a crowd
helping with a coat
adjusting their posture
guiding with a hand on the back
brushing something off their shoulder
carrying them
hiding in a tight space
dabbing a cut on the lip
steadying them over a step
holding their hand while dazed
falling into each other
cupping their face
pulling them into a protective hold
holding hands after a nightmare
sharing a coat pocket
removing something from their face
helping unzip a dress
brushing hair off their forehead
touching their cheek while laughing
tracing a faint scar or mark
pressing a palm to their back
resting their chin on their shoulder
reaching out to stop them mid-step
straightening their glasses or hat
helping them into a seat
lifting them over a puddle or obstacle
touching their jaw while talking
fixing a loose button or strap
cleaning something off their lip
giving their hand a reassuring squeeze
resting their hand on the small of their back
brushing snow or dust from their hair
holding their hand during a scary moment
steadying them as they climb or balance
touching their arm to get their attention
pulling them close for a photo
grabbing their hand to run together
placing their hand over theirs
pinning a flower or corsage on their outfit
sliding fingers into theirs during silence
wiping a smudge off their face
catching them as they faint
brushing dirt from their cheek
pulling them into shelter from rain
slipping their hand into a pocket for warmth
leaning against their shoulder while laughing
reaching for them in the dark
resting a head on their lap
catching their face before a fall
holding them upright while tipsy
brushing fingers along their sleeve
guiding their hand while drawing or writing
removing an eyelash from their cheek
helping them zip up a coat
pulling a twig from their hair
offering their hand to dance
cradling their hand during a tense moment
brushing past them in a narrow hallway
clasping their arm to steady them
pressing their forehead to theirs
leaning in to whisper against their ear
holding onto their sleeve
resting a hand on their thigh
smoothing their hair gently
tracing a line across their palm
gently lifting their chin
bumping into them and staying close
catching their hand mid-gesture
brushing crumbs off their lips
squeezing their arm for comfort
Zendaya for ON – Dream On campaign
🩵☁️ ( ♯ singofus ) 🦋💭
──── the soft-eyed king of slumber ﹠ hawk-eyed queen of subliminal ────
🤎🥀 ( ♯ holybent ) 🪞🍄
Hypnos & Thanatos by ofensky
the moonlight is comforting to the new goddess, sharing time and space with her husband's mother, sharing a protective light she had worshiped through many of her mortal lifetimes. now she walks on the grassy dunes above the shore, focusing on the water reflecting the moonlight, the soft crush of the waves against the shore. she'd come here to collect her thoughts, after being tasked by the goddess of wisdom to find a way to “quiet her mind.”
maggie had never had a quiet mind, and she isn't sure she could start now.
a flash of gold makes her draw her attention back down to the ocean side, where she spies a woman dancing. her joy brings a smile to maggie's face, even as she is overwhelmed with the bright shining spirals of her aura. she seems at peace with herself; happy even.
she wants to know more.
carefully, she walks down the dunes to the dancing woman, sure her eyes are alight with the warmth of the aura of the woman she's looking upon.
“may i pause you, for a moment?” she asks, voice hesitant, hoping to not ruin the experience - or completely scare her. a brief self-check reminds her that she is, in fact, still in her mortal disguise.
good.
(open starter - mutuals only)
Legends say that selkies shed their seal pelts in the moonlight to dance upon the shore. They dance to the beat of the ocean waves, to the delicate whispering of the wind, to the crunch of the sand beneath their feet.
Niamh, like many selkies, loves to dance. She cannot deny her nature. And so in the moonlight, she spins, skirts flaring, hair flying, dancing to music only she can hear.
Lost in her dance, she doesn't notice that she is being watched.
↪ 𝚂𝙴𝙽𝙳 “ ♫ ” 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙻𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝟹 - 𝟻 𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃 𝙸 𝙰𝚂𝚂𝙾𝙲𝙸𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴𝚂 , * bonus points if receiver specifies lyrics !