⁺‧₊˚ ཐི LOVE & DEEPSPACE AS SONGS FROM THE TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN ALBUM BY SLEEP TOKEN.

XAVIER

— CHOKEHOLD i've seen my days unfold // done the impossible // i'd turn my walls to gold // to bring you home again — AQUA REGIA well, my past is a holy book // a call from olympus, ringing off the hook // between the pain and the way you look // i'm stuck in a time where the mountains shook

ZAYNE

— THE APPARITION don't wait, 'cause this could be the last time // you turn up in the reveries of my mind // i wake up to a suicide frenzy // loaded dreams still leave me empty — EUCLID if my fate is a bad collision // and if my mind is an open highway // give me the twilight two-way vision // give me one last ride on a sunset sky lane

RAFAYEL

— THE SUMMONING i've got a river running right into you // i've got a blood trail, red in the blue // something you say or something you do // the taste of the divine — ASCENSIONISM rose gold chains, ripped lace, cut glass // blood stains on the collar, please, just don't ask // be the first to the feast, let's choke on the past // and take to the broken skies at last

SYLUS

— RAIN and i know, i know, i am what i am // the mouth of the wolf, the eyes of the lamb // so darling, will you saturate? — VORE will we remain stuck in the throat of gods? // will the pain stop if we go deeper? // so let's get swallowed whole // i want to go where nobody else will ever go — TAKE ME BACK TO EDEN and i don't know what's got its teeth in me // but i'm about to bite back in anger // no amount of self-sought fury // will bring back the glory of innocence

CALEB

— ARE YOU REALLY OKAY? and don't you know // i can see it in you even now // and don't you know // i want to help you but i don't know how — DYWTYLM and my reflection just won't smile back at me like i know it should // and i would turn into a stranger in an instant if i could // and there is something eating me alive, i don't know what it is // maybe not that you conceal your feelings, they just don't exist — GRANITE between the secondhand smoke and the glass on the street // you gave me nothing whatsoever but a reason to leave // you say you want me, but you know i'm not what you need // but i am

Deities and their Tarot Cards (Long Post)

I’ve heard of Pagans being contacted by their gods via certain Tarot Cards, so I wanted to do a deep dive and outline which Cards are associated with which Gods. Hopefully this can help you tell which God is reaching out to you :)

Major Arcana

The Fool: Pan, Zeus, Dionysus, Loki, Hermes

The Magician: Hermes, Thoth, Odin,

The High Priestess: Hekate, Selene, Isis, Artemis, Freya, Ganesha, Tsukiyomi

The Empress: Aphrodite, Hera, Freya, Frigg, Isis, Hathor, Durga, Astarte, Demeter, Ishtar The Emperor: Zeus, Lugh, Odin, Horus, Ares, Osiris, Ra

The Hierophant: Osiris, Athena, Thoth, Seshat, Ogma, Horus, Apollo, Hermes, Odin, Brigid, Saraswati, Ganesha

The Lovers: Aengus Og, Aphrodite, Frigg, Rhea, Gaia, Demeter, Inanna, Ishtar, Parvati, Hathor, Isis, Brigid, Freya, Osiris, Cernunnos, Freyr, Dionysus, Pan The Chariot: Thor, The Morrigan, Nike, Athena, Astarte, Inanna, Ishtar, Anat, Freya, Bast, Durga, Odin, Horus, Sobek, Ares, Apollo, Set, Bellona

Justice: Lugh, Aengus Og, The Morrigan, Nemesis, Inanna, Themis, Ma’at, Nike, Athena, Zeus, Forseti

Strength: Thor, Hestia, Athena, Sekhmet, Bast, Macha, Brigid, Danu, Isis, The Virgin Mary, Bast, Sekhmet, The Dagda, Lugh

The Hermit: Odin, Isis, Hestia, Persephone, Hades, Hekate, Cerridwen, Brigid, The Muses, Saraswati, Hermes, Ogma, Odin

Wheel of Fortune: Zeus, Hathor, Isis, The Dagda, The Moirai, Maat, Arianhrod

The Hanged Man: Odin, Artemis, Osiris, Persephone, Inanna, Ishtar, Buddha, Jesus

Death: Persephone, Inanna, Ereshkigal, Isis, Nephtys, Izanami, Hel, Freya, Hades, Seth, Anubis, Osiris, Manannan Mac Lir, Odin, Thanatos, The Morrigan, Morana

Temperance: Artemis, Isis, Nepthys, Iris, Ma’at, Hebe, Apollo, Vishnu

The Devil: Dionysus, Pan, Set, Lilith, The Morrigan, Banshees, Baba Yaga, Lucifer, Baphomet, Satan, Veles, The Horned God

The Tower: Kali, Ares, Pele, Sekhmet, Hel, The Morrigan, Sedna, Anat, Ceres, Chernobog, Shiva

The Star: Aphrodite, Thoth, Hermes, Ishtar, Astrea, Isis, Arianhrod, The Virgin Mary, Inanna, Nuit, Isis, Nodens, Zorya

The Moon: Artemis, Hekate, Rhiannon, Cerridwen, Selene, Isis, Phoebe, Mani, Thoth, Arianhrod, Tsukiyomi, Chang-e

The Sun: Lugh, Apollo, Kupala, Helios, Brigid, Sol, Artemis, Athena, Aine, Bast, Sekhmet, Freyr, Horus, Aten, Ra, Agni

Judgement: Persephone, Ma’at, Osiris, Hephaestus, Isis, Kuan Yin, Horus, Hades

The World: Aengus Og, Demeter, The Dagda, Isis, Gaia, Cernunnos, Green Man

The Suits

Suit of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Hades, Odin, Athena, Hel

Suit of Wands: Lugh, Hephaestus, Ares, Bellona, Pele, Aine, Brigid, Apollo

Suit of Pentacles: Gaia, Demeter, Macha, Freyr

Suit of Cups: Poseidon, Aphrodite, Isis, Boann, Hera, Hathor

Kings

King of Pentacles: The Horned God, Freyr, Pan, Cernunnos, The Dagda

King of Cups: Lugh, Poseidon, Manannan Mac Lir, Njord, Apollo

King of Swords: Odin, Tyr, Zeus, Hermes, Horus

King of Wands: Ares, The Dagda, Zeus, Apollo

Queens

Queen of Pentacles: Hekate, Gaia, Eostre, Aine, Artemis, Ceres, Demeter

Queen of Cups: Aphrodite, Venus, Hera

Queen of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Athena, Themis

Queen of Wands: Brigid, Hestia, Bellona, Aine

Knights

Knight of Pentacles: Athena, Athena, Macha, Persephone, Lugh, Artemis, Demeter, Ceres

Knight of Cups: Aphrodite, Boann, Isis, Hathor

Knight of Swords: Badb, The Morrigan, Athena, Hermes, Nemain

Knight of Wands: Apollo, Brigid, Bellona, Lugh

Pages

Page of Pentacles: Athena, Apollo, Lugh, Pan, The Muses, Hathor

Page of Cups: Aphrodite, Lada

Page of Swords: The Morrigan, Freya, Odin, Athena, Nike, Bellona

Page of Wands: Artemis, Apollo, Brigid, Athena

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mistress-daddy-nyx

10 months ago

i love having a bad memory cause i’m rereading my fic just to make sure things flow correctly and I’m just like wow…I kinda ate this shit up 😭

⭐️for those interested, you can read the fic here ⭐️

(it’s a Nyx x Tamlin’s daughter story, with themes of disrupt in the NC. I plan on exploring it more in future chapters)

I Love Having A Bad Memory Cause I’m Rereading My Fic Just To Make Sure Things Flow Correctly And I’m

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mistress-daddy-nyx

1 month ago

⠀ ⠀ Tides of Treachery

pairings: Pirate!caleb x Mermaid!reader.

notes/warnings: violence, brief mentions of blood. Nearly drowning. Reader is intended to be afab!bodied and gender neutral. no smut in this part, I don’t want it to get too long! Hopefully in part two.

The sea has always been Caleb’s first love. The way the waves rolled and crashed against the hull of his ship, the scent of salt thick in the air, and the endless horizon stretching beyond his reach—it was all he had ever known.

Years ago, he used to happily laugh around and run in the water, throw sand at his friends and enjoy the rays of warmth radiating from the sun. But all good things come to an end, Caleb had learned the hard way that nothing in life was permanent—not love, not safety, not even the land beneath his feet.

His father had gone out to sea one morning to fish for their humble family business, promising to return before nightfall, but the tides swallowed him whole, leaving behind only whispers of his name in the crashing waves.

His mother, left to raise him alone, had done everything she could to keep him safe. But safety was a fragile illusion. The night the world flipped upside down for him, the thugs came, she had fought for him, desperate to keep her boy safe as she hid him in a corner, tears streaming down her face as she hugged him for the final time. Caleb still remembered the way her blood pooled on the wooden floor, how the coppery scent mixed with the salt on his skin as he was dragged outside, kicking and screaming.

He was meant to die that night. The leader of the gang had loomed over him, blade in hand, expression cold and indifferent. But something in Caleb’s eyes must have reminded him of himself—some old, bitter ghost of the past—because he hesitated

“Take him,” the man had ordered. “Teach the boy how to survive.”

And so he did.

Caleb was thrown into a world of cutthroats and thieves, learning how to wield a dagger before he could grow his first beard. The boy who once ran across the shore, carefree and full of laughter, had long since vanished. In his place stood a pirate feared across the seas, his name whispered in drunken taverns and city guards.

He should have felt satisfied. He had carved his own place in the world, commanded a crew that would die for him, listening to his every whim and commands and sailed waters that no man dared to cross.

But sometimes when his crew went to their beds and bunkers, he would step out of his own, in the quiet of the night, when the ocean was calm and the stars burned like embers overhead, he thought of the past. He thought of a life that had once been his before fate stole it away.

A creature he recalled, a siren. an abomination mix of fish and human. he never entertained the talk of catching a siren to keep it for him to sing. if one was unfortunate enough to fall in the nets of his ship would immediately have its scales taken away and itself shipped off and sold to some lord with fortune, that easily explains the amount of coats he has with shimmering scales.

It was on one such night, when the sea lay still and the wind barely stirred the sails, that Caleb saw them.

A shape, moving just beyond the reach of the lanterns’ glow, barely a ripple in the water. He narrowed his eyes, stepping closer to the edge of The Wayward Star, gripping the wooden railing with steady fingers.

Then, the moonlight caught them.

A figure, half-submerged, skin glistening like pearls beneath the pale light. Their hair floated around them in thick, damp strands, creating an illusion of ink swirling around them, and their eyes—dark and knowing—locked onto his.

Caleb inhaled sharply.

A mermaid.

Not the kind sung about in sailor’s tales, with golden curls and gentle voices. No, this was something else entirely. Their gaze held no innocence, no wide-eyed wonder. Instead, they studied him, unblinking, as if deciding whether he was prey or something more. It made a humming gurgling noise, the odd scent of seasons and spices had attracted it towards the ship.

His fingers itched toward the cutlass at his hip, but he hesitated.

“You watching me?” he called out, voice low, roughened by years of salt and rum.

The mermaid didn’t answer, not in words. Instead, they tilted their head slightly, eyes glinting like two beads covered in obsidian in the dark.

Something about them made the air feel too thick, too heavy in his lungs. He had spent his life commanding men, stealing from those unfortune to pass his ship, fighting battles and staring death in the face without flinching. But this? This was different. that thing unsettled him.

Then, as silently as they had appeared, they slipped beneath the waves.

Gone.

Caleb exhaled, only then realizing he had been holding his breath.

Caleb barely slept that night. He couldn’t. After returning to his bedchambers, his eyes wouldn’t stay closed, he felt like a nail was being jammed into his head, and when he felt comfortable enough for sleep to lull him away, a thunder would wake him up.

Caleb gave up trying to get a brink of sleep. He sat at the bow of The Wayward Star, staring out at the sea as if drilling his gaze into the water infront of him would will the mermaid to return. The waves lapped lazily against the ship’s hull, rocking it. and the stars shimmered like scattered silver, but the water remained empty.

By dawn, the mermaid still hadn’t resurfaced.

He told himself to let it go. He was a pirate, not some fool enchanted by sea myths. There was plunder to seek, ships to raid, and yet—he found his thoughts drifting back to them. The way the moonlight caught the wet sheen of their skin, the quiet intelligence and stupidity in their dark eyes, the way they had simply watched him, like they were trying to understand him.

He had spent his life being feared, respected, hated by most. Never had someone looked at him like that before.

He shook the thought from his mind. Damn that fish, he had better things to do.

But fate, it seemed, had no intention of letting him forget.

The second time he saw them, it was in the middle of a storm.

The sea raged, tossing The Wayward Star like a toy, and rain pelted the deck in thick sheets. Caleb barked orders over the howling wind, his clothes soaked through, his hands raw from gripping the ropes. The storm was bad—worse than most—but he had survived worse.

Then, amidst the chaos, he saw them.

A shadow beneath the waves, moving too fast for the current to carry. At first, he thought his mind was playing tricks on him, lack of sleep always did funny tricks on people, but then the ship lurched violently to the side, nearly throwing him off balance.

He barely had time to react before a massive wave surged forward, hitting the ship with unnatural force. The wood groaned under the weight, and his crew yelled in alarm, struggling to hold the vessel steady.

Caleb barely had time to brace himself before the wave struck.

The impact sent him staggering backward, boots slipping on the rain-slicked deck. His fingers scrabbled for purchase on the rigging, but another violent lurch of the ship sent him sprawling. The world tilted—dark sky and raging sea spinning together in a blur—before the deck vanished beneath him.

Cold, crushing water swallowed him whole.

The ocean was deafening. It roared in his ears, filled his nose, dragged him down with merciless hands. Caleb kicked, fighting against the force pulling him deeper, but the storm churned above him, tossing him around like he was nothing more than a scrap of driftwood.

For the first time in years, true panic clawed at his chest.

His lungs burned, muscles screaming as he thrashed against the weight of the sea. He had survived battles, betrayals, and the cruel hand of fate itself—but drowning? Dying alone beneath the waves? The thought sent a sharp bolt of fear through him.

Then, just as the darkness at the edges of his vision threatened to consume him, something moved.

Not the waves. Not the current.

Something else.

A shadow slipped through the water, too fast, too smooth, circling him like a predator. a creature made for water.

He didn’t have the time to register the shape before arms wrapped around him—strong, steady, and colder than the sea itself. A rush of movement followed, the water parting as he was dragged downwards with unnatural speed.

Then—air.

Caleb’s breath came in ragged gasps, his throat raw from seawater and the force of the storm. His hands pressed into the damp sand beneath him, fingers curling around the fine grains as his body shook with exhaustion.

The cave was dimly lit, the glow of bioluminescent corals and strange, shifting lights casting eerie shadows on the walls. The air was thick with the scent of salt and something else—something unfamiliar, earthy, and deep. The sound of dripping water echoed in the cavern, mixing with the rhythmic crash of waves outside.

His mind reeled.

How was there air here? How was he even alive?

A flicker of movement made him tense.

Slowly, he raised his head.

The mermaid was there.

They lingered at the water’s edge, half-submerged, their dark eyes watching him with the same unreadable intensity as before. The glow of the cave cast shifting patterns across their skin, highlighting the smooth muscles of their shoulders, the glint of scales that shimmered with every small movement.

Caleb swallowed, still breathless.

“You saved me,” he rasped, voice hoarse from nearly drowning and coughing out salt water. He didn’t know why he was stating the obvious, but the words slipped out before he could stop them.

The mermaid tilted their head slightly, considering him. Then, slow and deliberate, they moved closer.

Caleb’s instincts screamed at him to be cautious. He had spent his life surrounded by liars and thieves, men who would slit your throat for a handful of gold. Trust was something he had long since abandoned.

And yet—

He didn’t move as the mermaid reached out.

Their fingers brushed against his cheek, cool and slightly rough, like they weren’t quite used to touching something as fragile as human skin. Caleb held still, his breath catching as they traced the outline of his jaw, their expression unreadable.

Their touch lingered for a moment longer before they withdrew, retreating slightly into the water, as if waiting.

Waiting for what?

Caleb exhaled sharply, running a hand through his soaked hair. He needed to think, to figure out where he was, what they wanted. But the storm had drained him, and the warmth of the cave—unnatural as it was—lulled his body into something dangerously close to comfort.

He should have been afraid.

But for the first time in a long, long while, he wasn’t.

Instead, he found himself staring back at the creature before him, heart pounding, pulse thrumming with something dangerously close to curiosity.

“…What are you?” he murmured, voice barely above a whisper.

The mermaid didn’t answer in words.

But they smiled—slow and knowing—before slipping back into the water’s embrace.

After a few hours, you returned. Different types of fishes for your lovely guest you had dragged to your home, could you be blamed? the deep ocean was starting to get boring and dull, hunting fishes would not excite you. Days weren’t looking brighter and you felt like day by day you were evolving into a sea cucumber laying uselessly on the sand waiting for your eventual demise.

You swam through the water effortlessly, the cold depths parting for you as you carried your prize—an assortment of fish clutched in your hands, still fresh, their scales gleaming under the soft glow of the cave’s bioluminescent corals.

It had been years since anything had truly interested you. The ocean, vast and endless as it was, had lost its thrill. Hunting was easy. The other creatures of the sea were predictable. You had seen everything there was to see, done everything there was to do.

But him—the human—you had never encountered something quite like him before.

He was fragile. Small, in comparison to the beasts of the sea. His limbs were awkward and unfit for swimming, his body weighed down by the very waters that carried you with ease. And yet, despite his weakness, he fought.

You had seen the fire in his eyes, the defiance that burned even as the sea threatened to swallow him whole. A lesser creature would have gone limp, accepted their fate, but he had thrashed, struggled, survived.

That made him interesting.

And interesting things did not come often in your world.

So, really, could you be blamed for dragging him here? For watching him as he gasped for breath, the air in the cave filling his fragile lungs? For wanting to see how long he would last before his fear turned his survival instincts to recklessness?

You breached the water’s surface, the fish still held tightly in your grasp, and your dark eyes immediately sought him out.

There he was.

The pirate.

He had not moved far from where you left him. His body was curled slightly, one arm slung over his bent knee, head resting against the damp rock. His breathing was steady now, slower, but his exhaustion was evident.

You took a moment to observe. Poking his feet to test the waters before crawling out of the water and on top of him.

His skin was warm, unlike the cold-blooded creatures you were used to. His hair, still damp from the ocean, clung to his face in uneven strands. His chest rose and fell in slow, rhythmic motions, his lips slightly parted as if caught between sleep and wakefulness.

The fish in your hands flopped weakly, their gills opening and closing in vain. You had chosen well—fat, fresh, the best you could find. Surely he would be pleased.

But as you placed the offering beside him, he did not react.

You frowned.

You reached out, fingers ghosting over his skin, pressing against his shoulder. The warmth of him startled you, even now, and for a brief moment, you simply felt—the rise and fall of muscle beneath your touch, the way his breath hitched ever so slightly in response.

You raised your webbed hand and slapped it down on his firm chest.

Plap!

His eyes snapped open with a gasp. For a long moment, you two simply stared at each other.

Then, slowly, ever so slowly, his gaze flickered downward—to the fish beside him, and to the naked scaled-covered chest of the mermaid hovering over his face, blocking his view of the cave. he averted his eyes to the fish, it was still twitching, their silver scales glinting in the dim light.

A pause.

Then, he exhaled through his nose, something between amusement and disbelief flickering across his face.

“…Did you just bring me food?”

You blinked.

Of course you did. What else would he eat? Rocks?

He let out a quiet laugh, shaking his head as he sat up. His fingers brushed over the fish idly, as if testing to see if they were even real.

“Well. Can’t say I’ve ever had a meal delivered to me by a sea creature before.” He glanced back at you, his lips quirking at the corners. “Guess I should be flattered.”

You tilted your head slightly, watching him.

Strange.

You had given him a gift—an offering of peace, even—and instead of taking it seriously, he was… laughing, what was laughing supposed to mean here? humans were so so strange.

You narrowed your eyes, leaning closer, your face mere inches from his. His breath caught slightly, his gaze flickered to your lips that were inching just centimeters away from his, but he held his ground, his eyes returning up to watch you in return.

Interesting.

Your lips curled into something that wasn’t quite a smile but wasn’t quite a threat, either.

This was going to be fun.

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mistress-daddy-nyx

1 year ago

KINKTOBER

Hi! Here is my kinktober masterlist, it's my first time trying to do this trend, so I hope you like my writing. I'll later post a question for you all to anwer, to see who you want the last one about. Hope you like it. I'll try my best <;33

Requests are open I Ask

My masterlist

Join the Taglist

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SPECIAL KINKTOBER TAGLIST

Hate sex with Regulus Black

Dirty talk with Dean Winchester

Sex pollen with Azriel

Daddy kink with Steve Harrington

Body worship with Rhysand

Size kink with Sam Winchester

Orgasm denial with James Potter

Public sex with Nyx Acheron

Somnophilia with Regulus Black

Thigh-riding with Cassian

Breeding with Remus Lupin

Tit-fucking with Dean Winchester

Caught masturbation with Steve Harrington

Innocent with Remus Lupin

Brat taming with Eris Vanserra

Toys with Sirius Black

Mommy kink with Nesta Acheron

Lingerie with Rhysand

Overstimulation with James Potter

Face sitting with Sam Winchester

Praise kink with Sirius Black

Corruption with Priest!Sam Winchester

Shadow play with Azriel

Spanking with Remus Lupin

Car sex with Dean Winchester

Threesome with Nesta Acheron and Cassian

Omegaverse with Dean Winchester

Cockwarming with Eris Vanserra

Phone sex with Sam Winchester

Bondage with Azriel

Roleplay with REGULUS BLACK (chosen by you)

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mistress-daddy-nyx

3 weeks ago

ꪆৎ QIN CHE | SYLUS

beating hearts - smut, fluff (4.1k) ↳ following the aftermath of his match, sylus shows you how much he adores you.

close to you - smut, fluff, fwb 2 lovers (4.9k) ↳ a sleepy morning with sylus results in unravelled feelings.

his eyes all over me - smut, fluff (6.1k) ↳ ever since experiencing sylus' frenzy, you find yourself feeling strange. it all comes to a head after your movie date.

red tape - smut, mma!sylus (8.8k) ↳ the man you're in charge of is somewhat of a handful (...and a mouthful).

sweet summer breeze - smut (5k) ↳ date night with sylus gets out of hand.

winter's kiss - fluff (2.7k) ↳ luke and kieran rope you into spending christmas at the n109 zone (and kissing their boss).

stardust (series)

resonance | part one - smut, fluff (4.5k) ↳ with the aether core's auction quickly approaching, you're growing desperate to resonate with sylus. fortunately for you, he has a suggestion... even if it is less conventional.

a lust for love | part two - smut, fluff (5.7k) ↳ ever since you've left the N109 zone, you find yourself missing a certain white-haired man.

you'll warm the night (series - ongoing)

i only bleed for him | chapter one - smut, angst, beyond cloudfall myth (4.5k) ↳ admist the blooming flowers in tarus city, the dragon claims his beloved.

headcanons/drabbles

ex-husband!sylus

cockwarming with sylus

mma!sylus

ꪆৎ LI SHEN | ZAYNE

blush wine - smut, fluff (5.5k) ↳ a pressing personal issue has you turning to zayne in desperation. he is a doctor, after all.

in every life - mild smut, fluff (1.3k) ↳ zayne wants to spend the morning of his birthday with you.

take a chance with me - smut, fluff (4.4k) ↳ zayne gets called into work, so you bring him dinner.

the emperor's affection (series) - historical au

the first fall of snow | part one - smut (7.7k) ↳ the emperor isn't interested in his concubines, but an encounter with you is enough to change his mind.

keep my hand in yours | part two - smut, fluff (6.9k) ↳ the emperor is intent on convincing you that you are worthy enough to be his empress.

headcanons/drabbles

giving zayne head under the desk

ꪆৎ XIA YIZHOU | CALEB

i'm your man - smut, fluff (5.8k) ↳ riling up your boyfriend is entirely too easy. when he finds out you have a tutor that happens to be a man... well, it's safe to say caleb hates that sort of thing.

headcanons/drabbles

caleb and his dog tags

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mistress-daddy-nyx

2 years ago

Never related to something more my entire life.

Sometimes I’m her, sometimes I’m him.

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mistress-daddy-nyx

1 year ago

omg could you also please do masterlists and dividers for the new 'hunger games the ballad of songbirds and snakes' movie that just came out?? 💕

Oooh yes! I haven't been able to see it yet, but I put these together based off what I know and the vibes from the trailer. I hope you like them!! (Did you like the movie??)💖