(Nightly Ritual)

Between the veil

life's not always peaches and cream, it can be up it can be down, just matters how you deal with it. I've been dealing with a shit load ever since I was a kid. My name is Shiloh, I'm a twenty year old girl who lives in Salem Massachusetts. And....I have my own personal demon. Her name is hazel. She is with me everywhere, she comes to school with me and also helps my friends terrorize there own bullies. She's great. I first saw her after my bully brutally kicked my ass, then she gladly returned the favor after the second week of school. Death has been in my mind since I was born, I was supposed to die when I was born. I used to have a lot of complications until a miracle happened. The only thing i have left of the complications is my extreme sleep paralysis. It used to scare me but....now it doesn't anymore. My mother used to tell me tales of what goes on between the world of the living and the dead. I kinda can't wait to find out.

Imagine

just picture this, you're new to the town and you need a place to stay due to the fact you have no money or no job yet. So during your stroll you stumble upon a beautiful house at the end of the road just behind a graveyard. It's beautiful, black and gold filigry on everything including the huge double doors at the front. You knock on the door curious to see who owns the place and a gorgeous woman with a black fitted dress and corset answers the door. At first she looks you up and down rather than the other way around. As if making sure you're real and at the right place. "hello my lord, how can i help you"? The woman asked. You chuckled nervously. "o..oh I hope I'm not being any trouble just um...kinda new and need a place to stay". You said. The woman stood there for a few more moments and then I voted you in. Days past of you and her getting comfortable with each other. From the ghost orgy's to you fucking her into the dining room table and her bed chambers you could say you're the master of the house now. It started the night you had dinner with her and accidently made eye contact with her thigh garters and knife strap on her left thigh. "m...my lord ugh, please let me serve you" she moaned digging her nails into your back scratching the skin below. "take it like the mistress you are, let daddy help you first" you said holding her close while making sure she could feel every piece of you deep into her soul.

Somebody needs to hear me out...

What if....

(Crybaby type x sevika type)

Cause who doesn't like a fruity patootie who is innocent but not so innocent and ends up with a sevika type that thinks her girlfriend is too soft and turns out to be a freak? Any takers? Lemme know if I should write a draft and post it for y'all to read.

I wish butch n femme balls existed. Not to b a fucking sap n a massive dyke but wow. Ugh even. Just wanna wear a gown n stilettos n have my honey greet me w a bouquet before we leave n we wear matching or complimentary jewelry n spend hours on my hair and makeup to impress. N then when we get there my honey will spin me around the room for a brief dance before grabbing something to drink, wine for me n whiskey for her, as we chat w other dykes n celebrate butchfemmeness. Or whatever

💦💦💦🥵🥵🥵🥵🥵💋💋💋💋

Maestro (Jinkx) x reader

BIRTHDAY

It was your 21st birthday and your father threw a beautiful ball in town. You lived in the richer part of town so everything you did was pretty much fancy clean and always in order. All of your friends showed up including the ones from school. The party was gorgeous, so many people from your dad's side and moms side to come and celebrate with you. To your surprise your tutor ended up visiting as well. They were the best tutor your parents ever found to help you with your musical studies in school. When you were first starting out in middle school your father set you up with them, the best of the best he called them. You were so excited to meet them that you forgot all about the conversation you were having with your friends and walked over to them.

"Maestro"! You called out. They turned around with the same face that was always beaten by the god with glory and grace. The same up curled smirk from the same rose painted lips that made your chest tight and your palms sweaty. "Shay Summers, my darling darling girl". They said with a purr at the end of the deliciously dangerous sentence. "Maestro, it's so good to see you. I hope I didn't pull you away from any lessons today". You spoke a little more softly than you wanted. Maestro stared at you for a few beats, taking in your eyes lips and slightly flushed cheeks. Since the day they started teaching you on a college ready level they knew they had you wrapped around their chord. "of course not darling, you're the only one I have real use for, how could I possibly posssibly ignore your tremendous event". You bit your lip softly and shifted a little while trying to find your nerve. "can....can I get you a drink? Anything you have in mind"? You asked, trying not to avert your eyes. The maestro slowly rakes their eyes along the delicate plates, bottles and perfectly placed platters of food layed out on the table before slowly stepping a bit closer towards you. "How's about you, me and a bottle of champagne to kick this night off". They said whispering in your ear. You could've sworn your heart skipped 4 trebles and a down beat and maestro knew it. They always knew how to play the game of cat and mouse, only they are never getting rid of what's theirs.

Mommy has a pretty watchful eye on her little maggots we mustn't disappoint her.

weed

anyone thought of how smoking weed with the characters in OUAT would go? I mean think about it...

Emma: being the sheriff in this town I could arrest you for this.

Y/n: Jesus Emma just take a hit it'll calm your nerves.

Emma *takes a hit. And within an hour later she's explaining to you how the book Henry has still don't make no damn sense.

Snow white: are you sure it's safe?

Y/n: *already stoned and stuck nods*

Snow white *takes a hit* she stares at you and begins walking over to you slowly. Within ten minutes she's already confessing her love for you while trying to seduce you and it works.

Regina mills: where the hell did you get a bag of weed from? And in my house no less.

Y/n: aye look don't worry about that ma just join me.

Regina mills *takes a hit and smirks at you within an hour shes having the best sex of her life with y/n.

Did you ever regret it once? No not at all.

Y/n: so if you could save one person within the family from a fire who would it be?

Enid: my dad because I love him more than anything

Bianca: my laptop and phone

Y/n: um...i said one person, not things

Wednesday: myself, the others wouldn't deserve to live under any circumstances

Y/n: mkay I think we maybe done with this game

Wednesday: who said it was a game *glares blankly*

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