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bluestonebliss · 5 months

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HELLO my tumblr twin, it’s your turn to share something spooky from where you’re from!

Tales From the Perth Regions

Okay I dragged my Dad into helping me answer this ask because that man knows everything there is to know about The Happenings of this area.

These are my favourites.

The Satanists of Kings Park

To those unaware, Kings Park is one of the largest gardens within a city in the world. That place is fucking massive, and contains a lot of thick bush. One of the landmark buildings in the park is the DNA tower, named after its shape.

Also, unrelated but the vantage point from the top of the tower is pretty neat.

Popular local legend goes that from the mid to late 70s a group of Satanists and Devil-worshippers would gather on full moons at midnight to have meetings and dances on the tower, terrorising any outsiders that dared to get close. Over the years a few homeless people who slept in the park have gone missing or found dead leading many to believe they were sacrificed in a ritual.

My Dad never personally got chased out my a mob of Satanists, but many of his mates claim to have seen their dances.

Personally, I find this one rather rude. Im a bit miffed I didnt get an invite to these meetings. Mayhaps the kings park satanists are a tradition in need of revival.

The Wreck of the SS Alkimos

Boy oh boy this is a long one. Buckle up.

No idea about how much of this is factual, but as requested this is as much of the story as I can recount as it is told through the broken game of telephone.

Upon its construction, the Alkimos experienced its first tragedy. The story goes that during construction, eleven workers were trapped between layers of metal. They all suffocated to death. Some say their bodies werent found for days, while others say their corpses were never removed.

The ship saw active service in WW2 when its second tragedy occured. Some radio operator was killed in a muder-suicide on board which was covered up as an enemy attack. Apparently the radio opperator was the first Toronto woman to die in active duty during WW2. Her name was... Maud? I think? Her ghost is said to haunt the Alkimos. Now, this is a detail thats neither here nor there, but Dad says many radio broadcasts were made back in the 50s on the Alkimos wreck trying to document it for the public, but almost all of them failed or experienced a malfunction during transmission. Bit of an odd coincidence, no?

Now on to the weird shit.

On a trip to W.A., the Alkimos wrecked on Beagle Island. It was salvaged and towwed to the Freo ports for repair. It was then towwed out by an ocean-going tug boat to Kong Kong when the tow cable broke, and sent Alkimos right back to wreck on the coast of Freo. They flooded the hull to keep her stationary, and posted an onboard watchman. Dad says this watchman was driven off the job, claiming the ship was haunted. The Alkimos was repaired one again, and was leaving for the Philippines but the tug assisting got recalled due to a storm and Alkimos took anchor. The anchor broke, and sent the Alkimos back to run aground at Yanchep, only an hour-ish from Freo port. They gave up trying to restore her after that, and there she still remains to this day.

And now the bat-shit stuff.

Multiple scrapping companies attempted to scrap parts of the Alkimos over the years after everyone gave up trying to fix her. One company reported that every time they tried, a fire would break out on board. Every time they came back the fire would somehow restart and drive them away. A few of these companies went bankrupt soon after. Thus, the legend that removing any part of the Alkimos was an omen of terrible luck.

It is said that many ghosts haunt the wreck. The most famous being Henry, the ghost of an elder man in gumboots and an oil skin. Apparently he's nice enough. My Dad's mate, Jack Sue, wrote a book about the ship ( The Ghost of the Alkimos) and during his stay on board the ship for research he bunked there over night. He said that he woke one night to pained moans from the nearby bunk, and upon turning on his torch, the sheets of the bed went sailing across the room. He said that you could hear voices aboard and the smell of cooking despite it being abandoned. He took a spice rack off the ship, and immediately was hospitalised with some sort of lung infection. However, his lungs were already fucked by the war, so its not like it was very out of the blue. He died fully convinced the ship was haunted, and he was not the sort to shake easy.

Around the late 1960s, champion swimmer Herbert 'Shark Bait' Voigt attempted an unassisted swim from Cottesloe Beach to Rotto, an island off the coast of W.A. (from which the main access point is via the Freo port) Anyway, he was never seen again. A few weeks later, about an hour north of his departure point, his skull was found floating above the wreck of the Alkimos my an escaped prisoner. Some versions of the story say is was found over the wreck, some say about 200m off the wreck, and others say it was found in the flooded engine room. Nobody knows for sure. Regardless, the cause of death was never determined.

The Alkimos has been blamed for so many misfortunes, deaths, mishaps and the like in the area that its impossible to tell you all of them. My Dad even blames a missing half a tank of petrol on the Alkimos from when he rode there.

If you want to learn more, i bet that book would be a great place to start.

Either way, seems like a great scuba place to me! I will for sure be diving what remains of the ship the second I get the chance. And I will be taking what ever I can get my mits on from the wreck.

Sadly, almost all the ship is underwater these days, but nothing a snorkle cant fix! If I go missing after announcing a trip there, you will know why.

#rewriting this whole ass essay bc tumblr didnt save my draft #batshit aus things #western australia #you may be a trains autistic but i am a shipwreck autistic. specifically haunted shipwrecks.#i froth at the mouth over a good ship wreck #i wanna go there so bad #i dont usually believe in ghosts but the Alkimos is WEIRD #kings park satanists plz invite me #i dabble in satanism and i wanna be a local legend #asks #moots my beloved #Lost is my tumblr twin #Oh! and also the perth hills people believe there are panthers and tigers and shit in the local bush

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inklessletter · 10 months

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This was never our story. These scars shouldn't even be ours. Yet here I stand, proud and forgotten.

🤍🤍🤍

Eddie's scars Steve's scars

[Bloody versions Rated Mature under the cut. Blood CW]

I remember, every night, what dying feels like. Even if you don't.

Eddie's bloody scars Steve's bloody scars

#inklessletter #trust the process #twin pieces #scars #steddie #fanart #st fanart #digital art #artists on tumblr #stranger things #blood cw #under the cut #proceed under your own responsibility #steve harrington #eddie munson #my beloved heroes #the lost myths of unknown heroes

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jessythebunny · 15 days

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if I may, good evening how are you? Are you well. What if Douglas and Oliver kiss yes 🥹

Your wish is on command hun✨✨

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all-that-good-stuf · 2 months

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I made circus characters but dessert themed. I thought it’d be a fun creative exercise and I really like how it turned out.

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alexgrin · 5 days

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FINALLY! I DID IT!...

A small advertisement for my discord account!

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remapped-soul · 1 year

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HELLO <3

23 - sebchal - Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

28 - What are there thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

Who would end a heated argument by defending their actions with ‘because I love you!’ ?

sico or brocedes <3

and

48 (as a fun one)

so i wrote a wonderful reply to this and lost it all bc tumblr crashed. yay. I'm slightly less angry now so here we go again. i split the answer in two bc each prompt got too long :)) i'l tag you in the brocedes. this one is sebchal. love you <3

Who's more likely to convince the other to stay in bed come morning?

Of course, it's Charles, even though he's not the one who retired. It's Sebastian who gets up at ass-crack at dawn to feed the chickens if they are in Switzerland or to feed and walk Bruno if they are in Monaco. He never leaves Bruno behind, not when he gets to see Charles playing with him. Sebastian doesn't use an alarm clock, too used to the routine by now. Charles can't get up without one, and yet, whenever Seb stirs, Charles clings to him like an overgrown plush octopus, muttering "five more minutes, Seb, please". He buries his nose in Seb's collarbones, legs tangled together, so Seb decides that being five minutes late to start his day can't hurt. He pets Charles' hair and kisses his forehead and draws circles on his naked back until Charles' breath evens out and Seb can get out of bed. No one wants Bruno to pee on their hardwood floors.

Other times, Charles is sleepy and soft and flushed. He doesn't cling to Sebastian, he simply turns toward Seb in bed, blinks unfocused eyes at him as Seb drinks his glass of water. Seb takes one look at him and decides his morning routine can wait. He returns to bed and he presses Charles into the mattress until Charles gasps softly against his lips, flushed and oh, so lovely.

28. What are their thoughts on pet names? Do they have any?

They like them, but they don't overuse them. Charles used to blush at first, even when he couldn't grasp their meaning. Sebastian would say "Can you pass me the salt, liebling?" or "Don't forget to take the trash out, schatz", and Charles' body flushed all over, blinking owlishly at him. Even now, years after Charles learned to speak German, he still gets warm all over when Sebastian calls him anything but his name.

Charles being Charles which means being Monegasque, he called Sebastian mon chéri and mon chou after their first dates. He can't help himself. Affection is built into the language he is speaking. It sent Sebastian into a laughing fit, and Charles wanted to hide under the table, embarrassed beyond words. Now, Charles uses them mostly to make Seb smile.

Other times, when they are away from the prying eyes of the camera and their friends, in the privacy of their homes, Charles calls Sebastian sweetheart because he loves how pretty Sebastian blushes, how pliant he becomes in Charles' arms, ready to be loved, easy to be loved.

When they've been apart for too long, time zones and continents and races gone bad stretching endlessly between them, Sebastian whispers mon coeur against the speaker of his phone. Charles' breath stutters, a tiny gasp disrupted by static. Sebastian whispers, "Mon coeur, I'm here" and sometimes it's enough to get Charles through another morning, another day, another race.

48. Who's the better driver? (aka the promp i completely lost it thinking about seb driving)

When asked about it, Charles will always say it's Sebastian. He doesn't specify if he means F1 or other cars because he is no fool. In Monaco or in Thurgau, Sebastian takes the wheel and Charles turns into a professional passenger, body relaxed, eyes kept deceptively focused on the road ahead. Sebastian driving is a sight to behold. Leaned back in his seat, lips slightly parted, tongue pressed against his teeth, sleeves rolled up to his elbows as his forearm muscles flexed with every turn. He doesn't grip the steering wheel. He stirs it with the tip of his fingers, gently, until he takes a tighter corner and his fingers close around the leather in a careful grip. Charles' mouth goes dry, shifts in his seat. Sebastian grins the way he used to when he was winning for Ferrari, ferocious and invincible as if he knows what he's doing to Charles. As if he is doing it on purpose. Then he asks if Charles has any idea if they can pick up the cake from the bakery or if Bruno has enough food at home. Infuriating. It makes Charles bang his head against the windshield and parts his legs just a little bit wider to make the trip more comfortable without properly adjusting himself. He doesn't look again at Seb.

If they fuck about it later in the car, Charles' thighs splayed around Seb's lap, hand around his neck, no one needs to know.

obligatory otp asks! <- send me any number from here + a ship!

#sebchal #sebastian vettel #charles leclerc #f1 fics #luna.writes #or rewrites bc tumblr ate my fucking post the first time #anyway i hope this is just as good #my stories #c twin tag #i had so much fun with this thank you <3 #also i kind lost it towards the end #anyway i hope you enjoy #it also got spicy towards the end #and if you know the seb im talking about in the last promp come talk to me bc yeah i get it

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undermostcorgi · 3 months

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YESSSS finally... full body canon designs for vel's family are all done >:3c

#my art #dnd oc #zekyan + pelaven #hobgob family #OUGHHHH #i actually designed the twins first (probably pretty obvious with how much i draw them) back in december #but after drawing their parents i realized that i had improved SO MUCH since then that i no longer wanted to post the first attempt sdfhjkd #so i redid it <3 #im happy with how they all turned out i love this stupid fucking family i made in my brain so much #im also so glad to have actual full body refs for all of them done its like they're real now!#i really hope we get to meet them in the campaign at some point that would be SO MUCH FUN #ok i actually have to confess something: i don't actually know if they are. alive. in canon. LMAO #since velzannek lost their memories and hasn't seen them i personally don't know either since i left that up to evie #SO I REALLY REALLY HOPE IT IS POSSIBLE TO MEET THEM AND THAT THEY ARE NOT DEAD FDSHJDFHJKDS OMG #omg also just realized how compressed tumblr made these WOW #the details....... :(#ALSO this is a PSA: if you ever want color palettes for any of my characters just ask!#i have a firealpaca file filled with all colors needed for any of my characters fhskgjdjg #color picking from my finished art may be a bit skewed bc i use. SO MANY overlays KSHFJSNG

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thisisacrown · 1 year

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I’m sorry but I had to.

I HAD TO DO THIS.

I. HAD. TO.

i’m on my Я ничего не могу с собою сделать era ngl

#tell my you're 26yo and just lost your full time job without telling me you're 26 yo and just lost your full time job #it does look kinda all old tumblr shit #me*#ANYWAYS #hope to god nobody ever finds this #electroforez #Электрофорез #don't know it these are a twin peaks and an evangelion reference #505 Электрофорез #if*#fuck i'm also heavely medicated so i can't write

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enthblaze · 6 months

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no bcs...theres something so Hamato Twins about this.

like how Leo gradually sees Van smile more, sees his twin get happier, get brighter, get distant.

like how Leo only ever wants to see Van happy, that his twin's happiness means more to him than anything in the world, and now he is, and that's so good-

until Leo's laughing, and Van's laughing too, and he looks to his right where Van always stands, and he's not there...he hasn't been there in a long time...

Leo saw Van's newfound happiness as something good, progress towards a better future in a world that's only ever been cruel. who was supposed to tell Leo that Van was happy because he saw Leo letting him go? who was supposed to say "hey, Van's drifting away and you're not stopping him and he's so fucking glad you're letting him slip further into the shadows"?

there's something about knowing Van's still there, still by Leo's side, still in the family...and yet no one stopped him quick enough, and now when they look to find him, there's nothing but shadow

his presence is there, but Van's gone, and how was Leo supposed to know that's what his twin's happiness meant?

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kitteecafe · 11 months

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Birthday gift for a friend! These are our agents 8s that I colored :3

#first post!#splatoon #agent 8 #how does tumblr even work?#I'm lost but this is fun #little skrunkly bim bop twins my friend loves them #but she plays favoritism with hers

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rusty-gloinks · 2 years

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Silly little gift for a friends bday, hope she likes it!! :)

#best freinds #bday #kinda like my long lost twin #I love her #she’s awesome :))#my art #artists on tumblr #object show #osc #rusty favs #art #object shows #My stuff #post #idk #idk what to do

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shellthakrit · 2 months

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tmi, but I read a post about tumblr being for 12y/o who couldn’t keep a diary for more than a week and I vividly remember a girl who spent the night at my house with others (I don’t remember why it was a sleepover tbh). she kept claiming she was going to find this diary I had so she could read it aloud to everyone there. me? who was raised never to share my feelings or thoughts with someone was going to have some mystical diary for her to embarrass me with? ok.

when I told her I didn’t keep a diary, she didn’t believe me and proceeded to tear my room apart looking for it. when she didn’t find it, like I told her she wouldn’t as I didn’t have one, she asked when the next sleepover would be because I was just good at hiding things and she would find it.

needless to say, she cured me of letting anyone sleepover ever again AND I still don’t keep a diary or share feelings/thoughts with most people. I have maybe two people total and neither of them are biologically related. I guess I should be sad about that, but I have worse things to think about than one more person making me believe I cannot trust people.

#.txt #i lost the original post when i had to close tumblr #but yeah #this is why my twin has to deal with this thing I am #send him good vibes

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forgotten-from-the-realm · 3 months

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Info for Kieran and Ennui is done. Only two left, and I'm done until I can recover another character sheet or think of a new oc.

#ooc #//i lost so many when having to change laptops #//rip my avariel twins both of them would have hated tumblr [affectoinate]

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obliviouscxnt · 4 months

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Control Azriel x Reader

a/n: I'm so lost, i don't know what I'm doing. Still learning how to use tumblr but in the meantime, welcome to the first fic i feel like posting.

synopsis: feyre's growing curiosity about you sparks some personal questions.

Warnings: mentioned SA, fluff, hints of sexual activities

pt.2 | pt.3

One of the first friends Feyre made in the Night Court was you. You reminded her of the twin wraiths in a way. Never saying much, if anything at all. Maybe that was one of the reasons she liked you so much.

You didn’t need to talk to enjoy each other’s presence. Feyre had as much fun sitting in silence with you as she did on a night out with Mor.

But as time passed, as Feyre became a constant in the Night Court, she had grown curious. She wanted to know more about you like she did the others.

So she started asking you questions, and to her surprise, you would answer her. Your answers weren’t clipped, or vague. You never sounded annoyed with her, you were completely open and honest with her.

“How long have you known everyone?” Feyre had asked while you gently played with her hair, her scalp tingling at your touch.

You thought about it for a moment. “Over two hundred years now.”

She tilts her head, so apart from her you were the newest member of the inner circle. “How did you meet?” She asks, shivering as the tingles travel down her spine.

You start braiding a few small strands from the front of her face as you speak. “My kind are far different from other Fae.” Feyre practically perks up at the words. She knew you weren’t high fae but she never bothered saying anything about it, she barely even noticed it most of the time not nearly enough to warrant a discussion. “They hail from no court, and bow to no lord, not even the Mother is with their thoughts.”

Feyre tried to imagine what that would be like, how they would act, what traditions they’d carry. She thought of your features, the ones that stood out among other high fae. Your ears didn’t point, your nails were like claws, and your teeth bore long sharp canines on both the top and bottom of your mouth, but the features that stood out the most were the ones you kept hidden.

Feyre saw them once, your wings. The first time she met you. Like they were just there for a formal introduction. They were big, beautiful, and intricate. They looked like moth wings, and fluttered like them too. Opening and closing slowly when you were lax.

Immediately when Feyre saw them, she felt like painting again, she could barely keep her eyes off them, barely keep herself from reaching out a hand to touch them. Maybe that was the reason for their absence in the next visit; all that remained of the glorious appendages was precise ink that lined the whole of your back, a tattoo of folded wings.

From the way they folded, they almost formed a natural cape. She wondered how far your tattoo ran, the extravagant fabrics of the dresses you wore only showed so much.

She pictured a whole colony of people that looked like you and immediately felt like painting again.

“It’s why nobody can do anything about their backward ways, they listen to nobody but themselves. Believe no one but themselves.” All preconceived thoughts of your people turn sour with your words.

“The things they’ve done, they still do…” You release a shaky breath as you finish the small braids and set them aside.

Feyre turns to look at you when your delicate hands part with her hair. She finds you sorting through a box of hair ornaments, but your eyes are clouded. Not even the most glorious of diamonds could shine through that fog. “You don’t have to...“

You blink out of your daze and wave her off as you pull out a few gem-encrusted pins and show them to her. Waiting for her to give you a nod of approval before pulling out a stunning bejeweled silver comb and repeating the same process. Your collection was truly marvelous.

“When I was saved, it was my first Flowering Night.” You spoke the words with barely concealed bitterness. “A night where all mature unpaired females are sent into the woods for any participating males to hunt down and take as they please.”

You tuck back the small braids with the sparkling pins. Feyre listened as you continued, she wanted to say something but what would she say?

“No one could run very far from our community, the woods of the Middle hold no mercy. It was either hide and hope you make it till dawn without being spotted by a male. Or die to the other horrid creatures that live in those woods.”

Feyre’s heart ached for you, her sorrow a tangible thing able to be smelt in the air. And you squeezed her shoulder, you comforted her. Her sorrow only increased. You never deserved any of it.

“I chose the latter.” You carefully place the comb into her hair, finding it in yourself to smile at the final product. You still fiddle with a few strands until you feel pleased. “A close encounter with death led to the discovery of my gift,”

Dreamwalker, Rhys had called you. An ability so rare even Helion’s exquisite library had very little information on it.

Feyre loosely understood that you could enter another person's dream. Could manipulate it as you wish, to serenity or to a blood-curdling nightmare. But what made you so powerful, what made you such a valuable asset to the Night Court was your ability to bring dreams to life. All manner of dreams.

However, your ability was sparsely used for court matters, and only necessary people knew of it. You were their trump card. Something nobody would see coming.

Feyre would never forget the time you had a nightmare, sending half the court in preparation for battle. She’d also never forget the way Azriel had fought off the nightmare incarnate to get to you. How he charged forward without an ounce of hesitation. While Rhys had stood protectively in front of Feyre, and Cassian’s siphons flared from beside her, providing a shield around them.

Feyre had realized then that Azriel would go to hell and back for you.

Feyre turns to face you, to look you in your enchanting eyes now that you are finished playing with her hair. “I was barely a woman, I didn’t know the first thing about defending myself. I didn’t know what this gift was.” She watched you raise a hand, small stars forming and trailing your fingers, blinking and shimmering as you played with them. “What good is a gift this powerful if you don’t know what to do with it? It’s as good as a broken blade.”

Feyre’s breath leaves her body when you pull down the shoulder of your elegant emerald gown, revealing a long jagged scar running diagonally across your chest. The skin puffed up from how deep the gash was. “I would’ve died if it weren’t for Azriel.”

The high fae’s eyebrows raise ever so slightly.

“He heard me screaming. And he came for me.” You pull the shoulder back up and smile. Actually, smile. Feyre had never known someone like you, someone able to flip such a horrid memory around. Someone so able to pick out the good amongst the bad. “It wasn’t until a century later that I finally accepted his invitation to the Night Court and met everyone else.”

Feyre found herself grabbing your hand and squeezing. So grateful you had accepted his invitation.

You squeeze back.

“You’re so strong.” Feyre says, furrowing her brows when you laugh like she had told a joke.

“It wasn’t strength that led me here, Feyre.” You tell her. Once again she wanted to paint you, but she felt like she wouldn’t be able to do you justice. “It was fate.”

A knock sounds at the door.

“Come in.” Feyre calls and you both look to the opening door. Two incredibly attractive Illyrian men stand at the doorway.

Rhys smiles at the sight of you two, eyes raking over the hairstyle you’d given Feyre. “You look lovely, Feyre darling.” Her face heats as you smile in triumph.

“Say goodnight.” Comes Azriel’s voice in that tone he only used on you.

You obey his command without a second thought, giving Feyre a light hug and giving Rhys a small bow before scurrying toward Azriel’s waiting arm.

You fall into step with him as his hand lands on your lower back. But before the two of you could disappear you tug on his shirt, prompting him to stop only long enough for you to turn back toward Feyre and say a final goodnight. “Dream well Feyre!” Then he continued leading you away to your shared chambers.

The mated pair watch you two travel away. Rhys with a look of content for you and his brother. Feyre with a new curiosity.

She couldn’t help but be curious about the dynamic you and Azriel had. The way that dynamic bled into the interactions you had with your friends. How you always asked for permission before doing something and always jumped up whenever anyone asked you to do something. Rhys seemed to catch on to that curiosity.

He decided to save you the embarrassment of Feyre asking you herself. He had enough of an understanding of you to know when something would make you uncomfortable, no matter how much you said otherwise.

You’d always answer any questions asked of you openly and honestly, whether you wanted to or not. It was one of the reasons many were at first against your visits with Feyre, himself included. The newly turned fae was far too oblivious to your situation to recognize when she was taking advantage of your obedience. But you assured Rhysand repeatedly that Feyre never bothered you with her questions. That you enjoyed her presence just as much as she, hopefully, enjoyed yours.

Much to everyone’s delight, Feyre regarded you with gentleness and awe from the very start. It was the effect you had on people. It was the reason Azriel didn’t put up a fight about leaving your visits unsupervised.

“[name] was raised by cruel people, they taught her that in a relationship the male's word is law. Her people think a female is expected to give up any and all control to her male. It’s one of the few things she never was able to condition herself out of, Azriel helps her by providing that control she needs.”

Feyre thinks about that, face heating at the images it created. She wondered what that would be like, to surrender herself completely. “So if he told her to jump off the nearest bridge…?”

“She’d do it, with zero hesitation.”

Rhys smirks, knowing glint in his eyes as his gaze runs over the blush that coated her face.

“But he’d never ask something like that of her. He knows her inside out, knows when something is too much or not enough.” He steps closer to her, delighting in the way her breathing picks up. “If I didn’t know any better I’d think your interest in this topic was more than innocent curiosity.”

“Well, do you?” Feyre asks, making his eyes narrow. “Know any better?”

Rhys’s gaze becomes dark. “Nope.”

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“Did you enjoy your time with Feyre?” You sigh at his voice, the comfort it brings you. You find yourself leaning into him, and he allows it.

“It was nice.” You say truly. It felt like it was easier to breathe now that Feyre had more of an understanding. “She asked about how we met.”

The hand on your back pulls you closer to him as if he were remembering that day. Remembering what you looked like as that hideous creature held you down, slicing into you. The way you flinched away from him after he’d slayed the creature. The sheer dress that you wore, If it could even be called that. He could still picture everything so vividly.

How you eventually submitted to him, and how that made him sick. How he carried you out of the Middle and into the lands of the Night Court, never taking you into the cities. How for the next century after that he would visit you at the little private cabin only he and his brothers knew about, how he took care of you, and how he grew to love you. How you grew to love him in return.

He shoves those thoughts into the back of his mind as he opens the door to your shared chambers, walking you inside before shutting the door behind you.

His hands move to your shoulders while he guides you to sit on the edge of the large bed, big enough to fit at least three winged beings. Hands brushing down your body as he kneels before you, settling on your ankle. He brings your foot up and rests it on his thigh before slowly unraveling the straps of your heel. Once finished he continued with the right heel, his touch nothing but confident from years and years of practice.

A hand pats your thigh, letting you know he’s finished. Your eyes trail him as he heads toward the bathroom, you’d be happy to just look at him for the rest of your immortal life.

You help Azriel, though he had no problem doing it for you, by taking off your jewelry one by one, setting each extravagant piece on the nightstand. By the time you're done Azriel’s waiting for you next to a full bath.

“Come.” He beckons from beside the large clawfoot tub. Hand outstretched and waiting for you.

You saunter toward him, sighing as you let your brain just rest. Let him do everything for you.

His hands are strong, and gentle, and secure all in one as they guide you out of your gown, his clothes following not long after. You sigh as he brings you into the tub. Positioning you so you sat between his legs, back to his front.

Your eyelids slowly fall shut, coaxed by his soothing touch. Feeling nothing but content when he pushed your head back to lay on his shoulder, a gentle kiss pressed against your temple.

You were soon in a state of barely there, just teetering on the side of sleep but awake enough to move when he told you to.

“Lean forward.”

His hands rub up and down your back, cleaning and massaging the skin there. You shudder in pleasure and he hums soothingly. Like cooing at a pet. You straighten up a bit when he taps the marked skin a few times, moving forward just enough for your wings to slowly peel away from your back. What was once ink on your skin, now real moving wings.

“Spread.” And you do so, wings unfolding and stretching out completely.

You shiver as his hands brush against them, making them twitch both away and toward him. As if they couldn’t decide whether the feeling it brought you was too much or not enough.

As always Azriel handled them with utmost care, humming when small noises of pleasure escaped you. When he was finished he tapped your shoulder to let you know, but you were too tired to summon the magic needed to conceal them.

Though, not tired enough to remember it was his turn.

Slowly with lethargic movements, you turn to face him. Wings folding up again, forming a natural cape on your back. “Can I-“ You begin but catch yourself before you can finish. His narrowed eyes crinkled into a smile. Happy he no longer had to remind you of such a simple fact.

Don’t ask to touch what is yours.

So instead you reach for the soap in his hands and begin to wash him. Taking satisfaction in the way his wound-up muscles, tense from hours of work, relaxed under your touch. The way his hands rested on your hips, squeezing every now and then appreciatively. The hums that left his mouth, no longer with the intent to soothe you but to let you know how pleased you made him.

Your touches became increasingly distracted, sleep slowly leaving your system as your mind filled with nothing but him.

He smirks, a mix of amusement and attraction. Allowing his own touches to become less innocent. His hands move to wrap around your wrists, dragging your hands down, down, and down his body. Soap long ago discarded.

“Touch me.” He commands.

And nothing could keep you from satisfying him.

#acotar #azriel shadowsinger #azriel x reader #azriel x you #feyre x rhysand #feyre archeron

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ashedflowers · 2 years

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How did you do it

It's like his touch meant nothing

Why is the idea of you

More appealing than the memory of him

I knew from his shape through glass he would destroy my world. I knew from the sound of your voice in the background that you were one of the most important people in the world. It's not the same thing. I knew I'd love him and I tried to avoid it. I was shocked when you called my name and my heart stopped. He was my soulmate from the very first moment. Yet you have somehow come in and after years begun encroaching on his space. I don't understand...

I always thought he was my twin flame. Yet here you are making me forget his name. I've never even seen your eyes light up with rage.

#writers on tumblr #lost lovers #twin flames #soulmate #im a sucker for that shit #what did you think would happen #my heart is in shambles #toxic man #touch me

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just-more-pr0mts · 3 months

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You have probably seen all the aus like danny gets adopted by batfam, Danny as damiens twin/older brother, Danny dating a member of the batfam, Danny part of the justice league, Danny as a gotham superhero and more.

But have we seen Danny Fenton as Batman.

Danny Fenton who was taken in by the original Wayne family, with Marta and Thomas Wayne. Taken in when Martha was not yet pregnant. They treated him as their own and raised him as such. When they discover that Martha is pregnant and go out to celebrate. When they take a short cut and danny is just a few seconds too late to save them.

The boy who lost his parents when he failed to stop Dan and for all he knows his sister is dead gone. Who was lost in the infinite realms for so long. Who got stuck in a foul city where the weak are crushed so only the strong prevail.

Danny, Who stumbled into the warm arms of the Wayne family. Who slowly opened up to them. Who never used his powers so he could have a shred of normalcy with them. Who realized they loved and cared for him as thier own. Danny who accepted he loved them in turn. Danny,the boy who lost another set of parents on one fateful eve.

Danny who lost-

Danny who

Danny

Bruce.

Bruce who takes in these lost stray children because he wants to look after them. But he doesn't know how to because he never had a normal childhood.

Bruce who puts up a front to protect himself as well as his family. Who lies to face of powerful beings to protect his family. Bruce who trains long and hard to protect his family from said beings, so much so that he ends up locking away his emotions, so that his children don't have to loose another parent -not knowing that they already had so long ago

Bruce who's so proud of his children, but just doesn't know how to show it. Who is so scared, so terrified they might fight the same battles as him...or something even worse.

BRUCE WHO WANTS to kill the joker. Who wants to hurt him like he hurt his CHILD and leave him there to die, but he knows better than that... he knows what a cruel joke it would be, the irony. He knows that it will just more horrible things to his children knowing they'll never be able to stop him. That's why he brought him back.

Bruce who as much as he tries is always two steps behind.

And now when his new dimension is at stake because of the very beings he left behind, he must choose between the life that he built for himself here or the one that he left behind.

A carefully weighted scale. With the future on the horizon, and choices to be made.

Will the scale stay true or will the choices made unbalance it all.

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