I Was Going To Try To Answer Drafts And Asks But My Mood Has Dropped Severely So

i was going to try to answer drafts and asks but my mood has dropped severely so ✌️

i don't feel like responding to existing drafts or asks rn but feel free to send new memes or take a gander through my open starter tag <3

why won't tumblr let me paste text/symbols right into someone's askbox >:(

if your muse prompts the "would you still love me if i was a worm?" question to aggie, she would go into vivid detail of just how she'd take care of them.

❛ i love that no one else has seen you like this, that no one else has felt you before, been inside you. they don’t get to have you, but i do. ❜ (soap)

smut sentence starters. / accepting!

if someone had told her she would find someone like johnny, welcome him into her life, be vulnerable in front of him, she would've denied even the possibility of such a thing. surely it's impossible that anyone could want her in any capacity... right? yet here she is, sharing a bed with him, johnny, a man who makes her feel cared for, a man who more than meets her needs, a man who makes her heart feel so full, a man he makes her hate herself less and less with each day. even if she would've dismissed the idea before meeting him, agatha most certainly wouldn't now.

she doesn't shy away from his reverent gaze like she did the first time they had sex and she doesn't quite mind being in the spotlight that was johnny's attention anymore. his words alone are enough to make her feel wanted, desired, his actions enhancing these feelings.

her arms wrapping around his neck, agatha holds him closer. " a-and i'm glad you're the f-first person i gave myself to, johnny. " she moans his name, burying her face in the crook of his neck as he thrusts into her. she whimpers against his skin. " i-i love that y-you're the only person that gets to s-see me this way. i wouldn't h-have it any other way, johnny. "

her eyes shut tight and a whimper leaves her from the pain of his teeth sinking into her neck, which only seems to be for a moment. her hand quickly comes up to her neck, pressing against the wounds left behind by him, scrambling to get away. despite every single fiber in her being telling her to run, she just can't help but watch the other as he hacks up some of what he consumed of her blood and his earlier victim.

is it just her blood that doesn't agree with him? how curious. but now her brow furrows as he glares at her. " what did i do? m-m-maybe y-you should be more in the habit of— o-of a-asking before you take someone's blood! " what an awful, terrible adrenaline rush that had been. she can feel it ebbing away now and she feels even more exhausted. still, she manages to heal the wound he caused her, a warm, golden glow emanating from her palm. agatha feels her neck and lowers her hand and gazes down at it, some of her blood coating it. her nose scrunches slightly as a bit of nausea hits her.

agatha's gaze flickers back up to him. " i-i'm g-guessing you didn't anticipate running into a f-faerie while you were feeding, did you? " maybe other creatures' blood tastes differently than human blood. hers certainly would, it's pure chlorophyll. he'd spit it out like it was poison; was it bad for him to consume? is it something he could train himself to get used to? agatha tries to quiet her mind. now is not the time to get curious about monsters especially when there is a more pressing matter at hand.

her voice quiets, fear lacing it once again. " ...are— a-are you going t-to k-kill me? "

   babble.  incoherrent  babble.  a  sharp  incline  to  his  head,  before  another  growl  reverberates  out  from  his  chest.  his  addled  mind  doesn't  make  sense  of  it.  doesn't  want  to.  instead  -  he  bears  down,  fangs  sinking  into  the  neck.  it's live  blood  -  that's  what  he  wanted. 

   in  seconds  the  mistake  is  registered. 

   the  taste  is  nothing  short  of rancid  to  him,  and  he  recoils  backward,  coughing  and  gagging,  before  stumbling  along  the  wall,  dragging  sharpened  nails  along  it,  leaving  marks.  he  doubles  over,  and  up  comes  some  of  his  previous  meal,  red  splattering  the  ground  mixed  with...  green? green?  what  the fuck. 

   his  shoulders  heave  as  he  tries  to  catch  breath  he  doesn't  exactly  need.  instinct  from  being human  once.  more  coughing  comes  over  him,  and  he  winces  as  the  discomfort  sets  in.  that...  was  a  mistake. fuck.  this  place  was  supposed  to  be  full  of humans.  not...  whatever  the fuck  it  was  he  just  took  a  drink  from.  speaking  of... 

   he  stands  himself  upright,  though  leaning  heavily  on  the  wall  as  the  world  spins.  it's  akin  to  poison  -  something  one  has  to  gradually  introduce  themselves  to.  not  all  at  once  in  a  hazed  hunger.  at  the  very  least  -  it  wakes  his  senses  back  up.  his  upper  lip  curls  in  a  silent  snarl,  before  he  turns  to  look  at  the  woman  -  leveling  her  with  an  angry,  offended  glare.  as  if  it's  her  fault  for  not  telling  him  she  wasn't  human.