psychochiquita:

chiffonandribbons:

Somarta F/W 2007 

She walked with the captivation of fire, her movements languid and deliberate, her body an oil slick ready to consume anything that touched her.

He dared not move, locked in place by her piercing gaze.
She unfurled a hand from the shadows of her suit and placed it on his cheek, her gloved had imbibing whatever light there was even as it glistened in the dark.

“Would you burn the world for me, baby?” she asked, her siren song blooming his ears, his eyes fixated on the way her red lips caressed the words.

There seemed to be no end to the darkness his dilated eyes carried, the depth of his desire held no light.

“I would tear down the stars in the sky,” he breathed with desperation.

“That’s my good boy,” she sighed, her voice dripping of honey and venom as she locked their fate.

OOOOOH THIS IS LOVELY

The description of the dress is absolutely glorious, and I love that she asks “would you burn the world for me” and he goes even further, saying “I would tear down the stars in the sky”–an offer, really, to destroy the universe, not just the world.

(also, this really seems to fit in well with @citizen-of-the-fandom‘s Red Lightning universe, an AU of my Temptress series, in which Megamind and Temptress Roxanne are both supervillains!)

discworldtour:

“What is sticking in your foot is a Mitzy “Pretty Lucretia” four-inch heel, the most dangerous footwear in the world. Considered as pounds per square inch, it’s like being trodden by a very pointy elephant. Now, I know what you’re thinking: you’re thinking, ‘Could she press it all the way through to the floor?’ And, you know, I’m not sure about that myself. The sole of your boot might give me a bit of trouble, but nothing else will. But that’s not the worrying part. The worrying part is that I forced practically at knifepoint to take ballet lessons as a child, which means I can kick like a mule; you are sitting in front of me; and I have another shoe. Good, I can see you have worked that out.”

– goals, again |
Terry Pratchett, Going Postal