forbidden delights

I should like to be the landscape which I am contemplating, I should like this sky, this quiet water to think themselves within me, that it might be I whom they express in flesh and bone, and I remain at a distance. But it is also by this distance that the sky and the water exist before me. My contemplation is an excruciation only because it is also a joy. I cannot appropriate the snow field where I slide. It remains foreign, forbidden, but I take delight in this very effort toward an impossible possession.
—  Simone de Beauvoir, The Ethics of Ambiguity

                brown eyes grazed the other, biting down on her bottom lip. she hugged the towel currently draped around her body, strands of curly hair dripping from the shower, cheeks glowing bright and warm. “ shit, sorry. ” she muttered under her breath, trying her best to laugh it off. she hadn’t thought anyone else was home. apparently she was sorely mistaken.

open to f/nb :: possible connections include ex-girlfriend/fiance, step-sister, roommate, relative/friend of roommate

Bella Sogno Rose

The Bella Sogno Rose is a magical breed of rose, originally bred in Italy in the 1840s, by renowned Herbologist Aritimi Ricci. Ricci was known for her skill with plants used in sleeping, dreamless sleep, peaceful sleep and soothing draughts, and the Bella Sogno was her first venture into dreaming magics. The plant itself has a two tone cream and maroon colour, which turns iridescent with morning dew, and with the rising and setting sun, and it’s scent can send the one who smelled it into rich and surprisingly realistic dreams, often of guilty pleasures, more questionable delights, and similar such things. Sometimes called “The Flower of Forbidden Delights” it has become especially popular in America, especially with the elite, though it is grown in the gardens of some magical schools, for the education of the older years.

The rose itself blooms rarely, only for a few months out of the year and only under very specific conditions. each bush only grows a few flowers (usually between five and eight) and of those only three or four will fully bloom, though the the unbloomed flowers can be and often are, still used in potions to give one good dreams. Despite the various merits of the flowers - it’s beauty and it’s use in potions most notably, the Bella Sogno Rose is sometimes considered restricted, and indeed is, in some jurisdictions, due to the effects of an “overdose” of scent from a Bella Sogno - that of a coma which can last anywhere from a few hours to several weeks, while the individual dreams through all their various hidden - or sometimes unhidden - desires.


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(Image is actually of an Abracadabra Rose or possibly a Black Dragon Rose. Identification varies. Original ideas for this post come from Here on americanwizarding. I hate that I have to include this but PLEASE DO NOT DELETE THE IMAGE SOURCE OR MY CAPTION.) 

Is That Feeling of...

Aries is that feeling of G force on a roller coaster.

Taurus is that feeling of coming home to dinner after a tiring day.

Gemini is that feeling of new found interest in something unknown.

Cancer is the feeling of that beloved blanket when the heating breaks.

Leo is that feeling of nourishing sun rays on your face on a cloudy day. 

Virgo is that feeling of duty and delight when someone in need is helped.

Libra is that feeling of harmony when old as time enemies reunite. 

Scorpio is that feeling of forbidden delight when no ones looking. 

Sagittarius is that feeling of high spirits when the world is down.

Capricorn is that feeling of accomplishment after jumping life’s hurdles.

Aquarius is that feeling of oneness and insignificance synonymously. 

Pisces is that feeling of letting go into transcendence. 

anonymous asked:

hey elmer, got any forbidden fruits? any dark delights? I seek sinful succulence my man

“ Yes I Have Terrible Treat’s. Yes I Have Iniquitous Indulgances. And Yes I Have The Perfidious Plums. Now You Ffffff You Buy Fromme Me “

Lawliet-Justice | The Blooming of a Curse

Evolving from one form to another became Jawliet’s forced purpose in a customized reality. Trapped within four walls like a rat racing for its reward. Every corner crippled motivation and ambition thoroughly. Inevitable pain followed. Senses turned to knives cutting deep within the flesh of the man’s own skin. Scars left marks leaving mercy as a myth. Marks of shame he was destined to carry along life’s next barbarous challenge. It could be considered a miracle to finally be cut loose from the core of Jawliet’s mental insanity though the knowledge was a burden. An essential burden. Forced studies gave an ability to create with the world’s forbidden fruits. One delight no soul could resist, but was destined to. Where justice lied, there was an unjustified member of mankind. Mistakes were made but the man saw no problem in that. His financial support used it as a steady fundament. Growing from the ominous alleys to professionalism in secrecy.

Setting foot in the home of justice a finger trailed down to reposition the hair in front of his eye. Gazing towards the structure wielding the weapons against crimes he committed. It was a challenge, but a challenge with a reward. Compared to the facility, this rat was now placed in a new maze. One with actual rewards. Jawliet was destined to claim those for his own as the elevator reached the appropriate level. A package in a plastic bag was taken in to the tense hall. That tenseness however was purely nervousness. The place of meeting was reached, however more than one individual took up space in it. Including one interesting individual that caught his attention. Jawliet often was known by some, the other way around however contained odd complexities. Leading to customers without an identity or an anonymous one. Attempting to fit in to the scene he sat down next to the stranger while he waited to be encountered by his customer. “Mind if I sit here?” His single orb gazed to the raven in front of him.

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