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edscuntyeyeshadow · 4 months
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I feel like hozier doesn’t say fuck a lot in his lyrics but you can be sure that when he does, the placement is going to hit so good every time. snorting that shit like a line of cocaine
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astralilith · 2 months
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NFWMB has a certain darkness to it that is unlike any other Hozier song. It's rare to see him showcase ACTUAL possessive feelings -- usually his writting is much more in the lines of "I am lucky for any crumb of attention you throw my way, darling". But in NFWMB he goes all out and is like "nah, you are mine, actually", while still managing to be submissive somehow, and it's fucking HOT.
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nanaba · 4 months
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NOTHING FUCKS WITH MY BABY
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33misc · 6 months
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for the girlies who understand, I’m out here tying to turn a Almost (Sweet Music) situation into a Would that I situation, but failing and getting myself Francesca’d
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3d-wifey · 6 months
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Hozier writes with a sluttiness one would only find written on the walls of a Greek bathhouse. Perhaps with the poetic horniness, you'd find in an 18th-century letter from a man who has a healthy sex life with his new wife. All of this, to dress like an 80s masc lesbian.
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nothing fucks with my baby by Hozier is so “you dropped your dagger” coded
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hauntedwaitingroom · 8 days
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when i first saw you, the end was soon.
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bproccoli · 1 year
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Todd "NFWMB" Anderson
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musicalbl00m · 18 days
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"Nothing fucks with my baby, Nothing can get a look in on my baby."
Word count: 374
Not beta-read
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(Okay but like imagine catching him looking at you like this while your fighting or like literally killing someone and he just cant help but admire you and then keep that imagine in your head during this)
You and your travel company had been sitting by the fire, enjoying your dinner when you heard a shift in the background noise. The birds stopped chirping, and the wind stopped wailing. It was silent. Too silent.
Astarion had noticed your suspicion, carefully laying his hand on your thigh, slow enough to not startle you as you tried to listen to your environment.
Suddenly, and without warning, you stand up, Astarion’s hand falling from your thigh. Grabbing your weapon, you slowly walk towards the tree line, blending in with no problems. Astarion can’t help but admire you, seeing how naturally you move and prepare your attack, like a predator hunting for its prey.
He could see your companions become restless at your sudden behaviour, but Astarion stayed seated. He knew you, and he knew you were far more capable than any of your companions. He knew there was no force on earth that could fuck with you, nobody who could throw you a dirty look without being punished for it. You were a force of nature by yourself, nothing could fuck with you, His love.
And even if they tried, you had your own little guard dog as a second defence, and you knew for sure that Astarion prided himself in that.
As you came back to the group, Astarion noticed a few drops of blood on your cheek, the liquid obviously already being wiped from your weapon with your clothes, the fabric now stained red. It suited you, this air of danger.
“Be careful darling, you almost tainted your skin with some disgusting creatures’ blood.” He whispers to you with a smirk, softly wiping the drops off your cheek with his thumb and placing it in his mouth, his face turning sour at the tainted taste.
“I don’t think you understand how irresistible you are when you are hunting, my love.” He says to you huskily.
“Show me then.” You say to him under your breath.
“As you wish, My darling.” He replies, before pulling you into his tent.
It’s safe to say you are glad you caught the threat early, because you don’t think you would have given those creatures a fast death if they interrupted this holy night of pure pleasure.
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lucydacusgirl · 1 year
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If I was born as a blackthorn tree
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yourfavoritenun · 2 months
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Hey [with the intentions of being a blackthorn tree and wanting to be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies]
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constantmoon · 4 months
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trshtffc · 1 month
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Hozier purring "ain't you my baby?" like I'm not in public SIR
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malaisequotes · 3 months
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“Ain't it a gentle sound, the rolling in the graves? Ain't it like thunder under earth, the sound it makes? Ain't it exciting you, the rumble where you lay? Ain't you my baby?”
NFWMB by Hozier
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"If I were born a blackthorn tree, I'd want to be felled by you, held by you, fuel the pyre of your enemies." - Hozier, NFWMB
A piece that's different from my digital art, it's a watercolor painting of Hozier, on a wood board and is covered by dirt and rocks. I did scrounge around in the trees trying to collect all of it.
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transrevacholian · 2 months
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nfwmb, hozier // lady may, tyler childers
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