be my lover be my slave

My body is ancient and twisted,
like the first unlucky creature
to drag its body out of that primordial soup
into the harsh light of a new world.
I am timeless.

I am the Forgotten Goddess,
I had a name, once,
but that was so long ago;
When my lover’s lips sang it
like a timeworn holy hymn.

My silence was permanent and perfect.
My temples stretched to the stars,
glimmering with golden guilt
and the heathens cried, “Goddess, save us!”
Yet I was mute.

I conquered the Earth;
the trees shook to the sound
of my pulse and the animals
chanted in a cacophony
of worship.

My lover was the moon
and the stars were her slaves.
Each night, she pulled the sea
into my earthy embrace,
before she was stolen away by the sun.

The sun was such a jealous thing
and the sky burned with his
wicked words.
Our love was beastly.
Defective.

So the heathens cursed
and spat and sneered 
and left my beautiful temples
to praise the sun.
Hallowed be thy name.

The ground trembled with
my fury
and those heathens all
screamed and wept
and it was exquisite.

Still they left me to rot,
to wither and cry
like a corpse in a meadow.
Fair goddess,
forced to be foul.

Even the moon,
with her pale flesh and
her soft radiance,
grew tired of me
and then apathetic.

So I hide in these green spaces,
and these spaces inside you,
a flicker of curiosity or doubt
in your mind.
Waiting for my return.  

(I will not be forgotten.)

—  the Forgotten Goddess - s.d.
they told me I was ugly. and i believed them. too tall. too skinny. not brave enough or bold. childless. unmarried. too wild. too free. too broken. a slave to nicotine and selfish lovers. a tree without branches. a penny in the street, ran over 1000 times. i believed them.
so i put lace in my throat. feathers in my breasts. velvet in my eyes. water in my hands. honey on my linens, to drown lovers in. watercolor on my tongue.
they told me, now you have created a fire. and when i said I didn’t care.
they now believed me.
—  Shatara Liora via ‘violet’s gun’
90′s songs sentence starters

Send one for my muse’s reaction

  • “Here we are now, entertain us.”
  • “I must confess that my loneliness is killing me now.”
  • “I don’t believe that anybody feels the way I do about you now.”
  • “It’s like rain on your wedding day.”
  • “Nothing compares to you.”
  • “I’m sitting down here, but hey, you can’t see me.”
  • “I know that my heart will go on.”
  • “We’re off to never-never land.”
  • “Woke up in New York City in a funky cheap hotel.”
  • “I thought that I heard you laughing.”
  • “I know just what you’re saying, so please stop explaining.”
  • “Just one more dance and then we’re good to go.”
  • “Sometimes my mind plays tricks on me.”
  • “You’re a little late, I’m already torn.”
  • “If you wanna be my lover, you gotta get with my friends.”
  • “You’re a slave to money, then you die.”
  • “There’s somethin’ wrong with the world today, I don’t know what it is.”
  • “Don’t waste this precious time; say you’ll be mine.”
  • “I want it that way.”
  • “A scrub is a guy that can’t get no love from me.”
  • “To me flirting is just like a sport.”
  • “We’ve been through this such a long long time, just trying to kill the pain.”
  • “Hold your head high and reach the top.”
  • “I compare you to a kiss from a rose on the gray.”

anonymous asked:

(To all brothers) Okay guys - who watches porn? No lies. (No goddamn lies Ayato-kun---)

Sakamaki:

Laito: Wanna see my collection, Bitch-chan? Here’s all the Teacher-Student ones, there are the Master-Slave ones… ah, here’s the ones with the tenta–

All Sakamakis: ENOUGH

Laito: Eeehh? But Ayato-kun, you always borrow my stuff. You have those magazines of big-breasted women as well~

Ayato: Shut up, will ya?! So what if I have those? Let’s talk about what Shuu listens to instead.

Shuu: Hmm? The question was who watches it, so we have nothing to discuss about.

Laito: Nfufu, I bet Subaru has a secret stash somewhere~

Subaru: H-HA?! I-In your dreams you hentai!

Laito: Aww, too shy to admit it. How cute, Tsunbaru-kun~

Subaru: SAY THAT ONE MORE TIME, I DARE YOU

Ayato: Agh, shut up you two. You know, I’m positive that Kanato and Reiji watch some good stuff too. 

Kanato: Me? I could care less about such things. I have better ways of entertainment, unlike the rest of you.

Reiji: For such delusions, I’ll be sure to confiscate all of your inappropriate materials.

Ayato: Okay okay fine, I’m sorry Reiji, gee.


Mukami:

Ruki: Me? No. Who do you think I am? But I know few cases who should be ashamed of themselves.

Yuma: Oi, don’t stare at me like that, it’s uncomfortable.

Kou: Ruki-kun, why are you looking at me too??

Ruki: Because I regret ever cleaning both of your rooms. At least Azusa is still on the correct path… in a way or another.

Azusa: What does that… mean…?

Yuma: Tch, well what’d ya expect out of a man? That’s just natural, isn’t it?

Kou: Yuma-kun’s right! Aren’t you the one who should be ashamed, Ruki-kun~?

Ruki: Say another word and you’ll be grounded for a week.


Tsukinami:

Carla: Shin. Explain these.

Shin: Ah, Nii-san, why are you holding those?! They should’ve been well-hidden!

Carla: Not well-hidden enough. I don’t even want to know why this cover has an indecently dressed furry woman on it.

Shin: Y-you don’t have to, just give them back Nii-san and let’s pretend none of this happened!

Carla: Hmph, very well. But you are on cleaning duty for two weeks.

I am a dangerous lover, I have lips full of cyanide
and a heart full of fire; I can and will destroy you.
I am a tormented lover, my soul is bleeding
my loins lament for another
to make it feel whole
so give me your love, give me your valley.
I am a grotesque lover,
I demand you take all your sins out on me,
I demand your desecrate my church;
for it will soon burn anyways.
I am a hopeless lover,
I will pine for you always,
I will always appreciate the scars you leave on my flesh,
I will love you for all time.
I am a dangerous lover,
I am a tormented lover,
I am a grotesque lover
and I am a hopeless lover,
I will become your slave
and I will smile as you dig your knife into me.
—  there is no room for fairytales in hell /// s.o.