#OH SING SING SING!! FOR THE DYING OF THE DAY!!!! SING FOR THE FLAMES THAT WILL RIP THROUGH HERE AND THE SMOKE THAT WILL CARRY US AWAY

[mambalae-s]

fallen glory — ushijima wakatoshi x reader

wc: 3.2k words

cw: god! wakatoshi x nymph! reader; unprotected sex; breeding kink; size kink; wakatoshi is a big boi; reader is described as a black woman; degradation; manhandling; ; creampie; not proof read; if i’m forgetting anything please let me know!

notes from author: please, if you’re under 18, do NOT interact with or read this post. i will block you.

there are legends among mortal towns, the tellings of stories passed on by flesh and bone. a god, mankind will utter through shrouds of smoke, beneath fire-lit nights of centuries old, where the stars would even hold their breath to hear the words of divine destruction. a god so mighty and fearsome that wields power in his breath alone, that the earth would tear herself apart and offer her burning heart, that she would so desperately beseech her master that this mere sacrifice would be enough to please him. mankind would sing those sorrow-filled ballads of flaming rivers that sputtered brilliant embers, so brilliant in their dying glory that venus herself would weep and beg for mercy.

and this god, oh, this righteous and almighty god, his heart would mirror the depths of darkness. how cruel, this god, that he would beckon the tempests and the floods to destroy and ruin the earth, that he would paint wars and famine across endless seas and planes until there would be nothing left of man. when he bestows his wrath on bellowing thunders and rips the heavens asunder with magnificent lightning, he holds no mercy for the weak and unfaithful. his eyes behold, and his left hand cast their judgement, and the earth can do nothing but wait with bated breath as the universe stands still around her, powerless, and without charge of the pestilence that would next consume her and wipe her filthy soul clean once more.

oh, but who could imagine the divine’s demise at the hands of a damsel?

let these words not travel far, lest they spread across continents and reveal him for what he is. let the world not know of his mortality, of a heart that quivers before summer-touched evenings and sings wretched hymns of manly lust and desire. of his visits to the holy garden, they must not learn, even less should they know of the soul that resides there — the very same that would tame the tempest, and incite a hunger so ravenous and feral only to quench it all the same.

he’s here; you know without even looking, and your intuition tells you that he knows that you know. you don’t need to look behind you to know that wakatoshi’s watching you, eyes of gold and olive that stalk you like a hunter. he takes in every part of your image as a devotee does with visions. the droplets of water that glisten across dark brown skin, the sheer white fabric that clings to your full mounds and ass, barely doing anything to conceal your perked nipples, or the dip between your plush thighs. by the heavens, you truly are a vision of sin and desire — one that held the key to destruction between two-toned lips and written like scriptures among dark coils of hair akin to sacred vines.

“well?” you sigh, sinking further into the pond. the cool water kisses your skin with a tenderness that washes away the day’s searing heat. goosebumps rise across your body and you lull your head to the side, and that’s when you see him, your god come here to visit the garden of eden. “will you just stand there or are you gonna join me?”

how brazen, you must’ve sounded, irreverent as if you knew not the god who’d walked into your sanctuary. yet you knew all too well who he was, and you knew what he’d come for. you knew that, just with the sight of your body drenched in water, you could unravel this benevolent god and reduce him to nothing but a man lost in desire. since the first day he found you here on a lonely spring’s afternoon so many years ago, you’d somehow wrapped his tongue between your teeth and poisoned him with pleasure untold so that he would return time and time again. he reminds you of a lunatic, seeking the taste of your nectar like a man who knows nothing else, and you’d become his drug and his achilles heel, the very thing that could unwind this god and render him to nothingness.

the waters part to make way, welcoming wakatoshi into the pool as he comes close to you. his body presses against yours and he leaves no room between, so greedy in the way his fingers dip into your waist and burying his face into the crook of your neck to take in your scent. you reach up one hand to wrap into his long, jade green locks, and you pull him closer to you, eager to feel his lips leaving soft kisses across your skin.

“i can’t stop thinking about you…” he grumbles into your jawline, hungry and impatient. his fingers wrap into the thin fabric of your gown, nails digging into your flesh as he pulls you closer, pressing his hard cock into your ass as if he wants it to disappear between it. “fuck, what are you doing to me?”

you can’t help the soft moan that escapes your lips, though you know there’d be no sense trying to. coyly, you reach for one of his hands and bring it down to your pussy, pressing his palm flat against it and pushing yourself further against his length. “nothing, darling.” the words that leave you are teasing, almost to test him — accentuated by your sugary laugh when his fingers begin to peel your dress against your skin without you needing to tell him. “it’s you who keeps coming back here on your own accord.”

his fingers dip between your thighs and your knees buckle a bit when they brush against your pussy. you’re wet, wakatoshi discovers your slick already pooling into his hands despite him hardly even touching you. tauntingly, he caresses you, pools your slick along his fingers as he so barely slides them between your swollen cunt to hear the hiss that slips out of your mouth.

“look at you,” he chuckles, condescending. “so needy already, hm? do you want a god’s cock to defile you that badly?”

he’s baiting you, drawing on your words like a puppeteer, you know it. only touching you ever so slightly, giving you the smallest taste of what he knows you want, yet he wants you to beg for it. he wants you to throw yourself unto desperate abandon and give yourself up to him. and it’s working too damn well. greedily, you try to sink yourself down on his fingers, but he quickly stops you with a hand around your throat. frustrated, you whimper. “wakatoshi…” you keen. “for god’s sake, stop toying with me already!”

his teeth sink into your neck suddenly, the sensation of his lips sucking on your flesh causing your pussy to flutter. “nngh…” overcome with weakness, your head falls back against his chest, and your eyes are forced to behold the behemoth of a man behind you; the glistening droplets that slide down olive skin and the furrowed lines atop his expression. his lips part on breaths heavy and weighted as he squeezes his fingers tighter around your throat, and your own breath catches beneath his grip. you’re left wanting, needing the very air he robs you of, needing him inside your core, needing him and everything he’d give to you.

ah, you think bitterly, i’ll lose this war again today.

“you know what i want to hear from you, little one.” wakatoshi’s words ghost against the shell of your ear, causing you to shiver, heat coursing through each pulse despite the chill of the water. he takes his hand from your soiled thighs and brings his fingers to his mouth, and you watch with eyes glazed by lust as he sucks your juices from them and groans. “hurry…” he huffs. his cock twitches against your ass impatiently, his balls almost ready to burst and bury themselves inside your tight little cunt. “you know i don’t like waiting…”

those words so heavy and fogged over by hunger, you know he’s teetering on the very edge of snapping, letting you know that you’re not the only one who wants the other. he makes slow, intentional work of licking his fingers clean and he sees the way your inhibitions snap behind your eyes, revels in the whimper that leaves your lips as your hands fly to remove your dress all on your own. your breasts fall freely for him to see them glistening under filtered sunlight and of sight of your pursed nipples causes his length to twitch hungrily against your ass.

“please…!” inhibitions abandon you, your pride lost on the incessant pulsing between your legs. you need him to fill you, to ravish and demolish you — you’re aching now, impatient, craving him, “please, toshi, i need you inside me… now!”

you see the very moment wakatoshi reaches his limits and he snaps.

a yelp escapes you as he hoists you up, spinning you around to lock your legs around his hip. his lips crash into yours, mercilessly pushing his tongue into your wet cavern like a beast as he drinks you in. he feels your moans rumbling through his chest and he responds in kind, the space between you non-existent and your body flushed against him.

“that’s a good girl.” whimpering, you claw your fingers into his back as if holding on for dear life. “that wasn’t so hard, was it?” you want to curse him for toying with you, want to shut that filthy, irreverent mouth of his but your mind is too cloudy to give anything but sweet pleas of his name. drool pools from between your lips as he draws his tongue along your neck, suckling and biting every inch of skin. you’ll bruise blue and purple, you know it, but you can’t bring yourself to care. you want him to mark you, want him to possess your body and soul.

your fingers tangle into his tresses of green hair and you pull, causing him to hiss against your neck. “enough already, wakatoshi..!” despite your harsh words, you know they sound like nothing but muddled pleas to him. he’s so much bigger than you, it’s hard to forget he still has control over you — the way his large palms squeeze your ass, the way your body has to sit just above his hip, it’s hard to forget that fact.

“just fuck me already! you act like you don’t know the things you do to me, haah, like you don’t know how much you make me want you even— nngh, even when… you’re not here…”

ah, but how unfair of you, isn’t it? how can you accuse him of such things when really, you’re the one who does this to him? how could you not know that your visage haunts him day and night? that he dreams of taking you over and over, of pumping your hole full of his seed until your tummy would swell? that even then, he’d keep filling you up, keening to hear those sweet, filthy cries of his name over and over? you must know what you do to him; he growls against your skin, sinking his teeth into your collar and causing you to cry out and pull against his hair. “then tell me what you want, darling…”

frustration bubbles within you like an erotic poison as you glare down into emerald orbs. have you not been clear enough for him? what prayers would it take to satisfy this insatiable god? for him to finally give himself to you and abandon all else? you’re already powerless here in his hands, your dress reduced to a soaking bundle that wraps around your waist where his hands palm your bare skin. the tip of his cock only barely touching your core, and you can do nothing but wait until he sinks you down unto it. struggle as you might, your need couldn’t be fulfilled until he wills it, until he finally lets in and use you like you want to be used.

“i want you to take responsibility…” pettily, you huff, eyes narrowing further at the coy grin that sits on his mouth. even with his flushed cheeks and your spit coating his skin, he looks up at you, waiting for you to finish. “i want you to destroy me and fuck me senseless. i want you to force me to take every drop of seed and use me until your fat cock empties out everything inside me.”

wakatoshi hums, pleased, it seems, by your words, though he knows he wouldn’t have been able to hold off any longer even if he hadn’t wrung them out of you. oh, the things you do to him without even knowing that turn him into a wild beast. he all but eagerly lines up the head of his throbbing dick to your entrance, and the warmth of it is already so welcoming as he parts your pussy lips, teasingly rubbing your clit.

“take responsibility, hm?” he purrs against your skin as you whimper, soon forcing out the loveliest scream of his name as he brings you down in one swift motion. he watched your eyes roll into the back of your head, drinks in the way your lips fly open as his length spreads you apart. his own eyes narrow and he clenches his teeth — your tight walls squeeze around him so deliciously, so small and delicate as they clamp around the intrusion. “such a pretty, fragile little doll, aren’t you? fuck…!”

god, he hadn’t even fully sunken into you yet, and already he felt himself hitting the tip of your cervix, pressing deeper and deeper and causing your entire body to convulse as drool pours from your lips, fat tears pooling on your waterline. your orgasm wrecks your body in waves and you tremble, already fucked too weak to even support yourself. helplessly, you fall limp into wakatoshi’s arms, neck lulling back so that you’re forced to look up at the god above you, forced to watch his face contort in mortal pleasure as your hole continues to needily suck him in.

“aww…” he coos at your pathetic form. he brings one hand to cup your messy cheek while the other continues to support your weight, pushing a thumb into your open lips. almost mindlessly, you latch unto it and begin sucking. “already? kitten, i’ve hardly done anything to you yet.” even then, wakatoshi wants more from you. he wants to fuck you senseless, break you to nothingness until you couldn’t think of anything but him inside you. so he pushes, deep past your walls until he fully buries himself inside you, his tip so deliciously hitting your womb. you squeal and tighten your legs at the sensation of him bottoming out of you, dig your nails deep into his arms as if to ground yourself from slipping further.

“w-wait…! please, toshi—!” you cry, though your words are lost on him, drowned by his heavy breaths as he presses his lips against yours, pleas swallowed up while your body shakes. “i only just came, i’m— nngaah! ‘m too sensitive, slow down— fuck! ahh!”

despite your begging, wakatoshi doesn’t give you a moment to recover. he sets a relentless pace of pounding into you, pushing deeper and deeper, the sound of his balls clapping so filthily against your slick not yet enough to hide each honey-coated wail he forces out of you. “you said to… hnngn— take responsibility, didn’t you?” roughly, he wraps his hand around your throat and forces you to look up at him, all so he can take in that beautifully fucked expression you wear, teardrops lining your lashes and your mouth wantonly gasping for air. “that’s exactly what i’m doing, darling. isn’t this what you wanted?”

“yes..!” you can’t deny it. lying to him would be no use, it’s too late to try. your body’s already betrayed you for the pleasure he gives you, your battered hole pulsing around him with each thrust as he stretched you impossibly wide. “yes, wakatoshi..! fuck! i wanted you to fuck me n use me just like this!”

he chuckles, sinful and ungodly, as he releases his hold on your throat to place it around your waist and pulls you down, over and over, repeatedly until your body can do naught but fall to his mercy. “haah..! nngh….! fuck, fuck, fuuuck!”

“that’s it, kitten, just like that.” oh, heavens help him, he already feels himself beginning to waver, his hips staggering as he drives into you. he’s so close, his cock twitching viciously inside your beaten pussy, so close to exploding and filling you up. “take everything, you hear me? i’m gonna cum deep inside your filthy little cunt, and you better take all of it. gonna breed you again and again.”

“mhn! mhn! mhhn!” you’re far too gone to even understand the words he growls at you, far too gone to care for much else other than the sensation of him breaking you apart, or for the prayer you let escape your corrupted heart. “do it..! do it, waka…! let everything out and cum inside me, please, please, please!”

oh, how good did it feel to be at his mercy, to let him ruin you time and time again, at his beck and call. beneath his hold, you release all senseless moral and surrender to the wicked hunger of a being far greater than you. without warning, your body convulses beneath your pleasure as your second orgasm crashes over you. it rips through every vein in your body and releases itself from your core and you scream, your mind gone blank as you cream and squirt all over him. the very coil wound so tightly within your gut breaks like a tidal wave and pushes you off the edge, and after a few more harsh thrusts, you’re granted your reward.

wakatoshi grunts and gasps as his cock bursts his cum inside you, near panting as he pulls you flush against his hip and forces every drop into your delicate womb. his fingers dig deep into your doughy flesh, moans falling from him like a man needing air. he’d spent every last drop inside of you, his chest heaves on the aftershocks of pleasure, but gods be damned, he isn’t through with you yet. you, crumbled against his chest and fucked positively dumb, he hadn’t yet had his fill of you.

“h-hey, wakatoshi, what’re you—!” your startled shout goes unheard by the god as he forces you off his cock, only to bend you over rear up against the edge of the pool. shivers involuntary wreck your body, your whole clenching and your form already weakened by him. “please, i can’t take anymore, lemme rest a little— gaah!”

he silences you quickly by pushing his fingers into your stretched hole, pushing his cum back inside you as your walls object, already far too sensitive. “didn’t you hear me?” he grins, though you can’t see his expression from behind you. so, he pulls you up by your neck, grinning as he towers over your small frame. oh, how feeble and defenseless you stood before him, your legs couldn’t even support your frame, and it was all because of him.

“i said i’d make sure to fill up this tight little cunt. i’m not just done with you yet.”

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[kairiscorner]

HI PO OMG MAY NAISIP PO AKO

db like Hobie canonically CANNOT sing to save his life, so like po what if he tries to harana filipino!reader sa evening kung kelan po matutulog sya sa evening HAHAHAHA

Have a great day po!!!! 🫶🫶

-🫶 anon

HI PO ANON <333 omg, i can see his voice (iykyk) THAT'S SO CUTE OF HIM THOUGH LIKE WHAT (i am obsessed with this hobie gif)

(reblogs are greatly appreciated, it helps get my content out there! if you guys like what you see, please reblog it too <:D)

finally, at the dead of night, you were able to catch a moment of peace and quiet. you were busy the whole day, running errands, doing chores, and restlessly working; you deserved this night of long overdue slumber you had to make up for missing.

as your head hit the pillow and as you got comfy underneath your sheets, smiling slightly to yourself as you felt the bed practically consume your figure with how much more amplified the softness of it was, after not having rested on it for a long while. you were too excited to dream, already dreaming to yourself while barely awake what kinds of dreams you hoped to see, hoped to experience, hoped to...

a loud guitar strum was heard in the distance, and the recoil of feedback rang throughout the entire neighborhood.

"pakshet," you muttered to yourself as your bed suddenly felt like a slab of concrete; your pillow felt as hard as a boulder, and as hot as flaming coals for barbecue--it was him again. that loud, noisy neighbor you had that consistently never failed to bother you. he was an... interesting fellow, he looked very unique, very eye-catching. dare you say, he was attractive.

but with this sense of attraction came a sense of sheer annoyance; though he was a stranger to you for the longest time, it was that every time you two interacted, he always, always knew how exactly to piss you off. whether he meant to or not, he always got on your nerves somehow. he'd never stop hanging around you, tease you a little, rile you up to get you flustered and even grumpier as he smirked down at you; and you hating how well his provocation worked, every time.

but this was the last straw, blatantly playing his music loud and clear--in the night, when everyone was sleeping--good grief, you'd never catch a break with him. "hello, testing, testing..." you heard his smooth, deep voice reverberate through a microphone. "tangina, may microphone pa siya?" you muttered to yourself as you wrapped yourself further into the sheets, covering your face with your pillow, hoping the layers would block all his noise.

after a few screeches from the microphone feedback, he finally spoke again. "gd'evening, hoping this song sends a shiver up your spine–and maybe... get you to consider letting me make you mine." his voice sounded so confident, yet so calm--as if he was certain he'd win whoever he meant to call out for that easily.

you rolled over on your side towards the direction where his voice was coming from outside out of curiosity, feeling pity for the poor soul who'd surely be dying of embarrassment having a public disturbance offered in their na-- "this one's for you, kay cute mo."

oh. fuck.

you knew that phrase all too well, that was what he quipped whenever you'd pout, get flustered, annoyed, or pissed off at him. it was meant for you. "anong kasalanang ginawa ko para mangyari 'to sa'kin..." you muttered as you soon prayed for yourself that hobie would give up and leave, spare you both from a horrible earful from the cops that you were sure were coming as you knew your neighbors would be dialing them up right now, or even from earlier when they heard his first guitar strum.

hobie strummed away at his electric guitar, and as soon as you heard the opening beats and the rhythm picked up, you couldn't believe your ears--it was a metal version of "pasilyo" by sunkissed lola. you feel like you could crawl out of your skin right here and now, the song that was stuck in your mind for the past few days was now being sung to you out your window, down by the street, by a guy who annoyed and teased you to death whenever he got the chance to.

and the worst part was, his voice... oh goodness, he'd put all your terrible scores at karaoke by the timezone to shame. you were embarrassed already he was causing a public disturbance for you, but to call it singing was blatantly insulting to both of you. he hardly mispronounced the lyrics--which, you were thoroughly impressed by--but his actual singing... it hurt you in more ways than you could imagine. and he kept it going. all the way from 10 PM to 2 AM.

"tumahimik ka nga! go the fuck home, brown!" you shouted at him from your window after you kicked the covers up and grumbled. he chuckled to himself when you finally called him by his name, which echoed throughout the whole neighborhood. you hated how a warmth settled within you when he chuckled like that, it made you wanna scream at him even more. "what do you think of that, shorty?" he asked with an endearing tone as you grumbled. "i'm calling the police on you!" you shouted from your window as you turned your back to him.

"ihaharana parin kita bawat gabi, hanggang sa masasagot mo ang aking tanong--maari bang maging tayo?"

you loathed how you kept listening to and feeling such a fuzzy warmth envelop you as he spoke, you loathed how you couldn't bring yourself to complain about him, and you loathed how desperately you wanted to give him your answer.

"ina neto..." you muttered as a furious flustered feeling creeped up in your bones and made you want to scream--a romantically excited scream that gave away only one thing: how you really felt for him.

tags !! @thecoolerdor @binibinileonara @q2ie

#hobie brown #hobie brown x filipino reader #hobie brown x reader #hobie brown x you #hobie brown x y/n #atsv #atsv imagines #atsv x filipino reader #atsv x reader #atsv x you #atsv x y/n #hobie brown my beloved

[whatthefishh]

FROM THE PROMPT LIST!!!!

can i get 4 with any of the TF boys. Prefernce to Benny or Frankie rn bc they are consuming my thoughts all day all night lately but whoever ur feeling!!!

Prompt: “My God,” Character A whispers, brushing a strand of hair from Character B’s face; hears the distinct hitch of breath. “You’re so dense,” Character A says. “I’m not… I’m not dense,” Character B breathes out, leaning into Character A’s touch.

Frankie x fem reader, just fluff with a smooch

S/o to my moots who helped offer some much needed terrible date experience to this and some frankie-ness

Frankie was your best friend. You were there for him when he was having a hard time readjusting to normal civilian life, driving him around before he was able to get his own car, hell he even stayed with you for a few weeks when he first got back.

Frankie was also there for you, like that time you didn’t want to go to the dentist alone. He didn’t make you feel like you needed him to, claiming you might need a ride back in case they gave you too much freezing. But he knew. He knew you were anxious by the way you couldn’t stop biting your lip, the way you were wringing your hands. He didn’t say anything about it on the drive over but instead played your favourite songs to try and get you to sing along.

More recently, Frankie had been there for you after a particularly bad date. You’d been mopey since your last breakup, friends pushing you to go out with a guy, any guy they’d said, just to get yourself back out there. So you did.

“Oh," he had said, with clear disdain. "You have cats?"

"Yeah, two," you show him the picture of your fur babies, your smile dying at his tone.

"Why do their eyes look like that?"

"Like what?"

"You know, creepy."

"They're not creepy!"

"They're glowing in the picture, that's pretty creepy!"

"That's what happens when you use flash, you know that right?"

Not wanting the fitted dress you wore to go to waste, you texted Frankie on your way out of the disaster date to join you for drinks.

You: wyd rn?

You: quickkkk

🐟: arent you on a date?

You: change of plans, meet me at Taps

🐟: ???

🐟: Ok be there in 15

When you walked in, Frankie gave you one look and shook his head. He bit his lip, ran a hand down his face in defeat and smiled at you.

“You wore that dress for him? And he still blew it?” Shaking his head even further at the thought, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Idiot.”

Frankie always knew how to make you feel better. There’s a reason why you called him, after all.

“Yeah, I don’t know what I was thinking. Clearly, I don’t know how to date anymore,” you admitted with a huff.

Joining him at the high table he was at, you shrugged off your jacket, giving Frankie ample time to check you out without you noticing. Unbeknownst to you, he was actually relieved when you called so soon after your supposed date time. The small part of him that held out a tiny flame for you, the part that loved making you smile, the part that wanted to be the reason you got dressed up, the part that wanted to ravage you six ways to Sunday, was aggressively clawing at the mental cage it was usually kept in.

“Well-“ he started.

“Can I get you two anything?” The server interrupted whatever Frankie was about to say.

He was quick to recover and smoothly ordered your usual drink orders and some fries to munch on as he didn’t know how hungry you were after abandoning your date. The stark contrast to your horrible encounter with the guy off the dating app had you pausing to look at him in wonder.

“What?” he asked, confusion evident.

“Nothing, I just didn’t know how predictable I was.”

“You’re not predictable, I just know what you like,” his eyes softened at the end of his sentence. There’s a look in his eyes you can’t quite place and a tightness in your chest at his comment.

Well, he should know what you liked, you’ve spent more than enough time together for him to have figured it out by now. And to be fair, you knew his usual order, too, and have picked up his favourite takeout on your surprise drop ins.

“So, tell me what this guy did that pissed you off so much you couldn’t even make it through dessert.”

So you did, much to his amusement.

“It’s funnier now but I’m telling you, it was so awkward!”

You were glad that you could laugh about it with him, the mirth in his eyes contagious as the two of you get lost in a fit of giggles again. Humming as you munched on a fry, you look back up to see Frankie just watching you with an unreadable gaze.

“What? Is there something on my face?”

“I just like looking at you.”

You felt the heat rising to your face and suddenly your drink looks entirely too interesting.

“Frankie…”

“Can I look at you some more? Please, querida? You look really nice.” He reaches out to brush some of your hair back that had fallen into your face. You make a noise, somewhere in between shock and confusion and look at him wide eyed.

“My God,” Frankie whispers, hears the distinct hitch of your breath. “You’re so dense,” he says as he settles his hand against your cheek.

“I’m not… I’m not dense,” you breathe out, leaning into his touch.

You’re certain he can hear your heart thundering in your chest as he slowly inches towards you. He definitely heard your breath hitch and he’s looking at you and looking at you with his soft brown eyes and oh-

“Can I? I’ve been really wanting to. Can I?” Frankie is staring at your lips as he mumbles this, effectively silencing you.

Your mouth stupidly opens and closes a few times, trying to figure out if he means what you think he means before you nod, finding yourself staring at his mouth now.

His lips are gentle, soft against yours when he finally closes the distance between you two. The hand on your cheek angling your face upwards towards his to better mold your lips together, deepening the kiss while you gasp at the intoxicating feeling. Frankie takes the opportunity to slip his tongue into your mouth, sliding hotly against your own and groaning at the taste of you.

Pulling back for air, you’re both panting, foreheads resting against each other but you’re too shy to look at him just yet.

“Was that-“

Before he’s able to finish asking you if that was okay - which was such a stupid question on its own, you’d have to tease him about that later - you surge forward to fuse your lips together again, effectively cutting him off.

You’ll show him it was more than okay.

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[life-winners-liveblog]

We need some Tally hall here.

(I could do both separately but Chonny has covered a lot of Tally Hall songs and all of these covers have different lyrics sooo... I think a duet will be satisfactory...

Martyninthelittlewood and Ariana Griande are happy to present to you-)

Spring and a Storm(Tally Hall) x Storm and a Spring(Chonny Jash).

Ariana Griande: You want to take a mic? Theres a second one just for you. 🎵One time I tried to sing about spring and a storm but you know how it goes...🎶🎵

Martyn: Blah blah blah blah blah is all they heard... oh you tought they were listening? Now don't be absurd~ 🎵

Ariana Griande: 🎶🎵 Will you please stop complaining? I am playing a song... 🎶🎵

Martyn: 🎶All the rain comes down the same but not a drop can stake It's claim, down they pour with millions more to the floor with no name.🎵🎶

Scott: huhhh guys? this is a bit intense...

Ariana Griande: 🎵I wish you could have heard the music when the clouds growled overhead~ I finally felt enthusiastic, I finally felt alive! 🎶

Martyn: 🎵🎵I am sure you really poured your heart out, or I am sure thats how it seemed, but you and I know so well now, that looks can be deceiving.🎶🎶

Martyn/Ariana Griande: 🎶Blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah blah🎵

Ariana Griande: 🎵So you said...would it please you to listen to thunder instead?🎶

Martyn: 🎵🎶When your tears fell down one day, obfuscated by the rain, can you truly say, with a straight face, that you tried your best?🎶🎵

Ariana Griande: 🎶🎵When the rain came down that day, and it drained my soul away and I wondered why I even bothered to try...🎵🎶

LimL!Jimmy: I don't think they are listening to us...

Ariana Griande: 🎶The sky is deep and dark and eternally high, many people think thats were you go when you die...🎵

Martyn: 🎶But I think if I left it to you, you'll fall under It's weight and kill it too, but I won't let you ruin what we can still be.🎵

Ariana Griande: 🎵We have so much left to sing! Theres a storm for every spring! All you see and you and me became from a star!🎶

Martyn: 🎶All the rage, despair and shame, That's been caged, ensneared and flamed form this atom bomb of songs refused to be played!🎶 But if you insist oncrying while our host is slowly dying then I'll cut you loose and spare this noose the dead weight🎵

Pearl: Yeah, they are completely ignoring us.

Ariana Griande: 🎵Silent explosive and Silent explosive and Silent explosive and Silent explosive.🎵

Martyn: 🎵🎶 Silent explosive, this vile scent's corrosive, the wiles and the woes that these siblants end plosives defer to inside from the errings he hides he's so confident his throes won't be found once he's died-🎵🎶

Ariana Griande: 🎶🎵Create until nothing is left to create and the universe burst with an overworked sigh then pretend to pretend to re-crown the creation, sing the same thing 'til the clouds start to cry-🎶🎵

Martyn: 🎶🎵- cause this violent narcosis, this trident he forged is both weapon and motive, the world will forget you neglect then regret to enweave the same story the backdrop is set- 🎶🎵

Ariana Griande: 🎵🎶 -Over and over and over again and then over and over and-🎶🎵

Ariana Griande/Martyn: 🎵Never again!🎶

Martyn: 🎶One time I tried to sing about a storm and a spring but they knoooow hoooow iiiit... 🎵*Music ends*

Ariana Griande: That was... tiring... But liberating.

#asks #trafficblr #traffic series #grian #scott smajor #pearlescentmoon #martyn inthelittlewood #jimmy solidarity

[ajaxpetropolisismyhusband]

Hiiii what about Ajax x Xavier’s sister! Reader? You can take it wherever you want. Thank youuuu 😭❤️

Ajax Petropolis was always the life of the party. As one of the most popular guys in school, he was always surrounded by friends and admirers. But there was one person in particular who caught his eye - Xavier's little sister, Y/n.

Y/n had always been a bit of a wild card. She was loud and brash, with a quick wit and a sharp tongue. Ajax couldn't help but be drawn to her, even though she seemed to have no interest in him whatsoever.

One day, Ajax was at a party when he saw Y/n walking by. He couldn't resist the urge to show off a bit, so he grabbed a nearby microphone and started to sing a love song.

Y/n rolled her eyes, clearly unimpressed. "Oh please," she said. "I've heard better singing from a dying cat."

Ajax was taken aback, but he wasn't one to give up easily. He decided to change tactics, approaching Y/n with a big grin on his face.

"Come on, Y/n," he said. "I know you secretly love me."

Y/n snorted. "In your dreams, Petropolis."

But Ajax wasn't deterred. He decided to pull out all the stops, going out of his way to make Y/n laugh and impress her with his wild antics.

He tried everything from juggling flaming torches to attempting to do a backflip off a diving board. Y/n watched in amusement, laughing at his failed attempts and shaking her head in disbelief.

But despite Y/n's initial resistance, Ajax started to grow on her. She found herself enjoying his company, even though she would never admit it out loud.

One day, Ajax decided to take things to the next level. He invited Y/n to a party at his house, promising her a night she would never forget.

The party was in full swing when Ajax pulled Y/n onto the dance floor. They danced together, laughing and joking as they twirled around.

And then Ajax did something unexpected - he leaned in and kissed Y/n, right there in the middle of the dance floor.

Y/n was taken aback at first, but then she found herself kissing him back, caught up in the moment.

From that night on, Y/n and Ajax were inseparable. They spent their days playing pranks and causing mischief, always keeping each other on their toes.

And even though Y/n still teased Ajax relentlessly, he knew that she secretly loved him. And he loved her right back - wild and crazy antics and all.

#ajax petropolis x reader #ajax x y/n #ajax wednesday #ajax petropolus #imagine #wednesday #xavier thorpe

[dungeonsanddragonsfifthedition]

ah the lengthening hours 🙄⌛️ in the refinery 🏠🏚️ belching fire 🔥🔥🔥 into the sky 🌌 we do our best vampire routines 🧛🏻‍♀️🧛🏻🧛🏻‍♂️ as we suck the dying hours dry 🫥 the night is lovely as a rose 🥀 if I see sunlight hit you ☀️😰 I am sure that we'll both decompose 💥🫠 ah the fitful sleep 💤 and the fire engines 🚒 that I dream of when I dream 😴💭 someday we'll both wake up for good 😍 I will try hard not to scream 😱 the evening wind will shake the blinds 🌬️ you’re stirring from your slumber 😔 we’ve got something hateful on our minds 😡🤬 oh sing sing sing 🎶 for dying of the day 🌅 sing for the flames that will rip through here 🔥🔥🔥 and the smoke that will carry us away 🌫️🌫️🌫️ yeah sing for the damage we've done 🪚⛏️🪓🔪🗡️ and the worse things that we'll do 🫣 open your mouth up and sing for me now 🎵 and I will sing for you 📣📣📣

#many such cases

[jeysuso]

How do you think Jey is a shell of himself? I'm only asking because something seems off, but I can't put my finger on it. How do you think it can be fixed?

to me, he's lost everything that made him who he was. he's lost the emotion, he's lost the goofiness (as much as everyone wants to pretend saying yeet and barking like a fucking dog is goofy, i disagree. look at what jey's actual babyface runs have been like and come back to me. the personality was different), he's lost the fire he had when he was in the bloodline, when he was fighting roman. he's lost the passion he had when he was beefing with sami. he's lost his attitude, he's lost his edge. he comes out and he says one or two words. he had one line throughout that entire war games promo on raw and stood there like a spare part. this is one of the hottest babyfaces in the company and he's being sacrificed to make someone else look good. it's almost as if as soon as someone goes into that fucking cunt's orbit they're not allowed to be themselves anymore.

and everyone keeps trying to tell me, like, oh they're still waving!! they're still yeeting!! okay???? does that make a babyface, the fact that he has a catchy theme and it's vibes? no, because people sing seth's song and his matches are usually pretty quiet these days (except in saudi where everyone was literally chanting for drew). people sing the whoa to cody's song and we sit here and we preach about how nobody likes cody except for his theme and it's like how is that not what's happening with jey right now? the waves have dwindled significantly since - for example - money in the bank, since summerslam. yes he still has people on his side, yes he's still over, but week by week, little by little, the flame is dying out. like i genuinely don't give a fuck what anybody says, it's blatantly obvious that he isn't 'the same person he was when he was on smackdown and it's because of the writing. this is a man who was at the hottest he's ever fucking been just a few months ago and now look at him. bitching and moaning about some tag titles that he's had multiple times now (with his BROTHER!!!!!) for some ugly white dude with no personality meanwhile - and this fucking GETS ME - cody's out here doing shoot interviews about ROMAN'S BELT AGAINNNNNNN. he isn't even mentioning the tag titles, he doesn't give a flying FUCK about jey or that "partnership" (if you can even call it that) because he's getting ultimately what he wants at the end of all of this and that's roman's belt. meanwhile, what happens to jey? oh, i know what happens to jey. he goes back to smackdown with his tail between his legs and reunites with jimmy inevitably and that'll be it. solo run over.

and it might seem like a huge overreaction, it probably fucking is, but i've been a fan of this dude for over ten years of my life and seeing them treat him like this to this fucking extent and sacrificing him for the sake of cody is breaking my heart to the point where i'm literally skipping his shit because i can't bear to watch it anymore. one line throughout that entire promo and it was for fucking cody of all people.

and i don't even care, the people who pretend they like this shit are capping or they just like it because it's two good looking dudes together and apparently fetishizing mlm is perfectly fine when it's fucking wrestling.

#anon ask #ask #wrestling tag #cw: long post #not even read-more-ing this i don't give a fuck anymore i'm done

[imsogayyippee]

favorite lyric from each mcr album?

oh that's. pretty hard to decide hold on

long ass post sooo ↓

so from bullets, some lines i really like are:

"and you must keep your soul like a secret in your throat" (vampires will never hurt you)

"Oh, how wrong we were to think that immortality meant never dying" (our lady of sorrows)

"with ice cold hands and grabs a hold of your heart/that's if you've still got one that's left inside that cave you call a chest" (skylines and turnstiles)

"i'd end my days with you in a hail of bullets" (demolition lovers)

"And after all the things we put each other through and/I would drive on to the end with you/a liquor store or two keeps the gas tank full and/I feel like there's nothing left to do/But prove myself to you and we'll keep it running" (demolition lovers)

"All we are, all we are/Is bullets, I mean this" (demolition lovers)

"As lead rains will pass on through our phantoms/Forever, forever/Like scarecrows that fuel this flame we're burning/Forever and ever/Know how much I want to show you you're the only one/Like a bed of roses, there's a dozen reasons in this gun" (demolition lovers)

from three cheers for sweet revenge:

"Can you hear me?/Are you near me?/Can we pretend to leave and then/We'll meet again/When both our cars collide" (helena)

"well, don't I look pretty walking down the street in the best damn dress I own?" (give 'em hell, kid)

"pain in my heart for your dying wish/I'll kiss your lips again, yeah" (you know what they do to guys like us in prison)

"pull the plug, but i'd like to learn your name/when holding on/oh, i hope you do the same" (the jetset life is gonna kill you)

"Preach all you want, but who's gonna save me?/I keep a gun in the book you gave me" (thank you for the venom)

"Don't stop if I fall and don't look back/Oh, baby, don't stop/Bury me and fade to black" (hang 'em high)

"when you go, just know that I will remember you/if living was the hardest part/we'll then one day be together/and in the end we'll fall apart/just like the leaves change in colors" (it's not a fashion statement, it's a fucking deathwish)

"And we'll love again, we'll laugh again, we'll cry again, and we'll dance again!/and it's better off this way, so much better off this way/I can't clean the blood off the sheets in my bed!/and never again, and never again/they gave us two shots to the back of the head/and we're all dead now" (i never told you what i do for a living)

from the black parade:

"you might wake up and notice you're someone you're not/if you look in the mirror and don't like what you see/you can find out first hand what it's like to be me" (the end.)

"and would you even turn to say i don't love you like i did yesterday" (i don't love you)

"tell me i'm an angel/take this to my grave/tell me i'm a bad man/kick me like a stray" (house of wolves)

"You should have raised a babygirl/I should have been a better son" (mama)

"and if you would call me your sweetheart/i'd maybe then sing you a song/but there's shit that i've done with this fuck of a gun/you would cry out your eyes all along" (mama)

"so shut your eyes/kiss me goodbye/and sleep/just sleep/the hardest part's the awful things that i've seen" (sleep)

"na, na, na, na, na, na, na (let's blow an artery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na (get plastic surgery) /na, na, na, na, na, na, na /keep your apology, give us more detonation" (na na na)

"coming out of this place in a bullet's embrace" (bulletproof heart)

"are we still having fun?/are you holding the gun?" (planetary (GO!))

"they laugh, we don't think it's funny/if what you are is just what you own/what have you become when they take from you/almost everything?" (DESTROYA)

there's probably more but it's late and ive been writing this for like an hour LMAOOO im sorry 4 not answering before

#my chemical romance #mcr #i brought you my bullets you brought me your love #three cheers for sweet revenge #the black parade #danger days: the true lives of the fabulous killjoys #asks

[thatonebirbnerd]

"Steady, Áedh. Steady."

"I'm trying, sir."

A small sylvari with a low, raspy voice speaks through gritted teeth to a Flame Legion charr. Both their bodies course with flame: the charr's rests within his heart, easily visible through bare skin. The sylvari's - Áedh's - is restless and wild, straining to escape from the singed roots on his head and a wedge of loose bark on his right cheek. He is visibly tense and terrified.

"Keep drawing it in - just like we practiced. Fire is easier to control if you let it live within you."

Áedh doesn't respond. His breathing is heavy, and he's desperately trying to focus. His body ripples with heat.

"I did this, every Flame shaman like me did it. I don't know how well this works with a sylvari, but we have to try..." The charr is trying to be reassuring; it doesn't seem to be working.

"Dacius, please - if it takes over again -"

Struggling to speak, Áedh braces himself against a tent pole. Memories flash through his mind, each one a fresh wave of relived fear and rage.

A familiar, searing pain surges upward from his hands and feet, and fire ripples out, cracking the bark above it into loosened shreds. It threatens to spread further, but the damage stops at his elbows and knees.

"Oh, no. Medic? Do we have a medic here? Áedh, are you-"

The sylvari whimpers. He knows what comes next. Years later, his body still bears the scars.

The heat reaches Áedh's face, and his eyes glow; a lick of flame nestles itself into his cheek, split and twisted long ago. He cries, a ragged cry -

And then, nothing. The fire doesn't overtake him, the way he thought it would - the way it did once.

"Áedh! I brought - oh, wow."

Áedh looks up at Dacius, wide-eyed, his breaths still shallow.

"I... I think you got it. Didn't end up in all the usual spots, but it's a part of you now. It can't hurt you anymore. I promise."

The flame in the sylvari's cheek drifts upward, obscuring his right eye. It seems to have taken root within him, rather than continuing to burn into his eye socket. He lets go of the pole, trembling but able to stand now, and looks down forlornly at his wrists.

Dacius continues. "I can only imagine what's going through your head. I'm not so good at comforting people - charr aren't big on it, and Flame Legion... ha."

Áedh looks up again, smiling a little and chuckling hoarsely.

"But if you need anything... just ask, in whatever way you can, alright?"

The sylvari hesitates for a moment, then reaches out with one hand. Dacius holds it in his paw, carefully so as not to break anything - fire makes wood brittle, after all. Then Áedh pulls toward Dacius, who kneels down to let the young elementalist's head rest on his thinly furred shoulder.

Áedh sheds no tears - they burnt away long ago - but he sobs, exhausted and relieved.

"What will they..." he whispers.

"It's not as gnarly as you think," says Dacius. "Look - the fire is dying down already. It hasn't changed that much. And I have to say, your face -"

Áedh flinches...

"- looks really, really cool like this. It's like the fire was supposed to be there all along."

...then relaxes. He wraps himself around Dacius in as much of a hug as he can muster, considering their sheer difference in size.

Such a leap of progress for a pyromancer is not an average day for Dacius, who is also even less used to hugs than he is to comforting anyone, so perhaps he will take this with him for a while to come. He might even recall it as "that time I figured out that holding someone very small feels nice."

But Áedh will always remember this as the moment he began to conquer his past and his fears. For him, it's a new beginning.

#guild wars 2 #gw2 #sylvari #aedh the blackened #local tree man needs therapy but hugs are good too - more at 11 #kestrel writes #btw thanks tumblr for massively improving the image post experience #long post #(sorry!)

[crystallizedkingdoms]

star

A light burned in a heart thought empty. Thistle looked up from a lake with no fish and felt its dying rays.

wc: 900

(mitskis new music video and the fact i finished the dungeon meshi manga earlier this week did something evil to me okay. and I wrote this in like an hour. also this is post canon so major fucking spoilersssss. so yeah. btw you can read this on ao3)

Thistle laid in a lake with no fish with a light in his chest.

He didn’t care to understand the light, nor its crackling heat. He didn’t care about it any more than he cared about the water that cradled him up, or the empty bowl of soup that someone fed him earlier, or the air in his lungs. But he didn’t need to care to feel how that light glowed from within. He felt it bloom from the middle of his chest, how it entangled itself in his bones, tugged on his ribcage, bit at his lungs with a steady fervour.

What was it? Where did it come from? Thistle thought he neither knew nor wanted to find out the answers to those questions, but in truth, the knowledge stayed nestled in the back of his head. If he just pushed a little, outstretched a little inner curiosity, he could analyze this light. Understand everything about it and how it once consumed him.

But he couldn’t. So Thistle allowed it to wash over him, and he sensed it instead of feeling it; observed it from a distance instead of truly caring. He felt the light and its warmth, how it flittered inside of him, until it enveloped him from top to bottom. The light wrapped him up like a beloved gift, inside and out, in such a familiar way that Thistle dimly wondered where it came from.

Knowledge bristled from the back of his mind and his heart kicked in his chest.

Oh, Thistle realized. It was the most obvious thing in the world, even when he was like this. It’s my love. For Delgal.

The revelation does not surprise Thistle. He did not wonder how it got there and he did not lean into the light’s warmth when he remembered what it was. That’s not supposed to be there anymore, is the only thought in his mind. A blunt statement, but a true one nonetheless. Thistle was always good at those, so it came natural to him in his state of emptiness.

The light burned in his chest. It started to hurt as it singed his heart and ate his bones. Thistle didn’t care that it hurt, but his reflexes were still intact. Like a hand pulled away from a burning pot before one could even be consciously aware of the flame. He looked up, flinched and reached towards it with a sullen face, and upon touching his chest, he clutched his love right out his chest.

It wasn’t there. Where Thistle thought the light was coming from, where his hands should have touched its source, he felt nothing. Not even magically. Thistle couldn’t even tell if his heart was the source. As he looked over himself and the light that settled on him, it didn’t feel right. It was a travelling light. Even when it seemed stagnant, it remained transient. Fleeting, like a school of small fish. The source, his desire, was long gone, but here its remains rested. 

Leftovers. Thistle moved his hand back down to his side, but the water didn’t ripple below him. Like me.

Thistle wasn’t sure how long this light would last. It would end, one day, it would end. The last few rays of golden light from a golden country would one day descend upon his golden heart and betray the truth that, Yes, Thistle, your love is truly gone. Like a star, hundreds of light-years away, once exploded up in the skies above, and your people only realized it had died those hundreds of years later. And he would be in the dark yet again. He would lose Delgal a second time.

Thistle closed his eyes, and he could smell more soup and hear more people. The scratchy sheets of a tattered bed replaced the soothing waves of the lake from before. Thistle didn’t want to question what happened or answer anything those people right next to him wanted to say. Thistle didn’t care. 

But his heart, like a hand pulling away from a burning pot, held onto it anyway. When his heart held on, he could feel it. He could feel Delgal, and all the vague memories of love and loss he held for his brother. The nights of giddy sleepovers, sharing soup, clinking of wine goblets. He was a king, a prince, a boy who once held him in his arms and gave him purpose in life. Though Thistle never recalled where he once was before being taken in by the royal family, his heart took it all in. His heart had been taught to love. His heart had been trained to live for somebody. For Delgal. That was one reflex and one light, forged over a thousand years, that couldn’t have been wiped in an instant.

It was foolish. It was hardly real. A subject always lived for their king. Thistle knew that now in his uncaring head. But that light burned and he couldn’t get it to stop. Even his conscious thought, He’s gone. For good. That’s the truth, he didn’t care enough to force his heart to let go. Because despite it all, wasn’t it worth it? Wasn’t it worth holding on?

Thistle looked up. He had no desire to do so, but he did, even when the annoying tallman kept begging for his attention. He kept looking up.

It was his love, no matter…

#dungeon meshi #dungeon meshi spoilers #dunmeshi spoilers #dungeon meshi thistle #thistle #first dungeon meshi fic and its this im goign to Throuw up. #my writing

[sansxfuckyou]

Coated in sludge [its trauma]

Summary: He lost his gloves, they slipped off, and he can see it all over again and he hates it.

Warnings: PTSD, hallucinations, blood, burns, freezing, check tags for further warnings.

Authors Note: REMEMBER WHEN HUNTERS GLOVES WHERE THE CRAZE AND OH WHATS GOING ON WITH THAT SHIT?! I do, and now I have enough knowledge on The Owl House to write some grotesquely, horrifying, PTSD-filled, hot garbage about it, also, illusion track Hunter anyone? Anyone at all? No, ok, once again, I take reblogs as a form of currency over likes.

He wanted to fucking scream as he shook, as he clenched his fists shut tight, they were bare, he could feel his skin.

It was torn.

It was broken.

It had layers and textures.

Everything hurt as they bled and they singed and they froze.

His skin was covered in so many scars, he looked like a zebra. They jumped back and forth over his hands and up his wrists to his elbows and they stung. The flesh was raw even though they finished healing, never entirely, years ago and he could still see and feel the wounds peeling open. He still watched in horror as skin came undone and fire charred flesh, the scent burned into his nose, ice dug into his wounds and caused a searing pain that had him hissing.

None of this is real, he knows this, his visceral memories keep the flames alive until he can't see his scars again.

Hunter knows he's fine now, he knows that he won't hurt him ever again, he knows that Eda promised to protect him. He knows that he has friends who will help him now, who won't let him near fire, who won't let him near ice and who won't let him touch sharp things. He knows what fucks him up, he knows who fucked him in the first place and he knows he wants that epidermis as a rug and that mask mounted on a wall and he knows that's too far.

A guy can dream of the cruelest revenge, can't he?

He's sobbing, he's panicking, he's crying out, he's shaking and his vision is blurry and he can barely get on his hands and knees to get his gloves. He's crawling, he's shimmying and he's barely able to differ the leather of his gloves from the floorboards below, of all the days for his friends to go on a mission. He reaches for his gloves, closer and closer to sweet relief as ice and fire crystalize and shoot out of his bleeding scars, and he wants to scream, it hurts so much.

First glove, on, I am half freezing to death.

Second glove, on, the world stopped burning.

Panting, Hunter was panting as he tried to calm himself back down, one, two, three, four, deep, deep breathes Hunter, everything is fine now. His gloves are soft on the inside and tough on the outside, just like he is. His hands aren't bleeding out and he can tell because his gloves aren't wet, the frost crystals on his wrists are melting and the fires are dying. He can't hurt him anymore, he isn't alive anymore, it's fine now, even with the heat on his arms not going away and the biting cold never really leaving him, he is surviving.

But, he's facing setbacks everyday, he can't even take off his gloves to fall asleep at night. He can't even use a fire glyph without the sounds of his screaming deafening his entire existence. He can't even look at ice fragments without feeling him jabbing jagged ice between skin.

Is he really surviving if he can't look his trauma in the eye?

No, no, he is surviving.

He's standing and fuck, that's a lot more than some people who've endured what he has and he'll be proud of the fact he's still breathing even though it seems small. Yeah, Luz is proud of him, Amity is proud of him, Gus, Willow, Lillith and Eda are proud of him, and he hopes-he knows they aren't lying when they say he's doing better.

Hunter still feels like an absolute failure when he rubs the tears from his face, wincing as he does so with the feeling of leather against not raw skin. The tears in his scarlet eyes don't stop coming, and the drone of his, Belos, insults and berating notations get louder and he starts to sniffle. He clenches his eyes shut and his fingers tense, estranged from a fist and he's curling up again, rolling out of view, under something as nonexistent footsteps get louder and louder. He screwed up again, now all that's left is waiting for whatever is next in line of his punishments, if their hands are broken, they'll never have working magic to rebel, Belos would say in private, and Hunter finally gets it.

And when the footsteps come to halt at the edge of Hunters bed, the screaming comes and he's dragged out from under his bed, scarlet met with raging black. The screaming never stops and it makes his ears bleed and then his gloves are torn off and scars are unfolded and ice is put back in place and fire sears flesh where it always has and always will like he deserves. Why, why in the name of fuck would he learn illusion when he knew that panic, anxiety, depression, trauma, mania and so many other mental conditions can affect it?

It's just in his head, but that will never make it stop hurting.

#the owl house #toh #toh fanfic #toh fic #the owl house fanfiction #the owl house fic #hunter the owl house #toh hunter #the owl house hunter #hunter toh #hunter the golden guard #writing #fanfic #fanfiction #fan fic #fan fiction #tw hallucinations #tw burns #tw hypothermia #tw ptsd #tw trauma #tw abuse #tw slight body horror #tw self doubt

[pinkcupboardwitch]

Rome… And Me.

A playlist for when you love your husband, but also your husband’s boyfriend whose love language is murder, and he loves you.

(link)

I. Opening:

Earth - Hans Zimmer (instrumental)

9 Crimes - Damien Rice

It’s a small crime

And I’ve got no excuse

And is that all right?

Yeah.

II. Livia:

My Skin - Natalie Merchant

Oh, I need the darkness, the sweetness

The sadness, the weakness

Don’t You Give Up On Me - Lissie

You are the moon, I feel your weight

You tug at the ocean, you help it change

And you keep on reminding me of a darkness only I can see

Never Love an Anchor - The Crane Wives

Do you ever think of me and my two hands

And wonder why they never soothed your fevers

And wonder why they never tied your shoes

And wonder why they never held you gently

And wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

Please Don’t Say You Love Me - Gabrielle Aplin

Just please don't say you love me,

Cause I might not say it back,

Doesn't mean my heart stops skipping

When you look at me like that

Devil’s Spoke - Laura Marling

But I am your keeper

And I hold your face away from light

Hotel Song - Regina Spektor

I have dreams of orca whales and owls

But I wake up in fear

You will never be my….

You will never be my fool

Darkness Descends - Laura Marling

Convinced that I am going mad

Oh, I bury my head into his hands

So sure that I'm losing faith

Fuel to Fire - Agnes Obel

All that I say to you

Is like fuel to fire

Into the town we go, into your hideaway

Love Be Brave - Laura Marling

Something strange takes over me

I am brave and love is sweet

And silence speaks for him and me

III. Marcus:

NFWMB - Hozier

Nothing fucks with my baby

Nothing, nothing, nothing, nothing

Call Me Lover - Sam Fender

You know I'll be down here waiting

I'll take you to see your man

When you are done, we'll go driving

Catch the coast in the evening light

I’ll Keep You Safe - Sleeping At Last

You'll be an architect,

So pull up your sleeves

And build a new silhouette

In the skylines up ahead.

I Found - Amber Run

I'll use you as a focal point

So I don't lose sight of what I want

And I've moved further than I thought I could

But I missed you more than I thought I would

Glory - Dermott Kennedy

A set of eyes had pinned him

Became his version of a kingdom

She’s everything the devil can’t be

When she’s singing to me, “Glory”

If There’s A Rocket Tie Me To It - Snow Patrol

A pulse, your pulse

It's the only thing I can remember

I break, you don't

I was always set to self-destruct though

Mausoleum - Rafferty

They took my guns and horse and swords for history

But they kindly left a photograph of you and me

Every Little Thing She Does Is Magic - The Police

I resolved to call her up

A thousand times a day

And ask her if she'll marry me

Some old-fashioned way

Queen Bee - Johnny Flynn

But my breast is lit with flames to shun

The dying of the light

Oh blow the wind and come the rain and take my heart again

IV. Closing:

Poison and Wine - The Civil Wars

I don’t have a choice, but I still choose you

I don’t love you, but I always will

I always will.

For The Love Of A Princess - James Horner (Instrumental)

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“Agrippa loves Rome...and me.” // “Always. Always.”

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Risky Gamble

Sunset Chasers - Original World Category: Character Introduction Genre: Fantasy Rating: 16+ Warnings: Swearing, sexual references Word Count: 803 Summary: The risk is always calculated.

My palms and fingers do reek of gasoline.

'Dying is overrated. Do it enough times and you start to realize that.

Stab, shoot, starve, suffocate, burn me at the stake, they’ve tried it all. It never works. Maybe they should stop trying. Maybe I should stop pissing them off.

Right now, a bunch of drunk, overzealous tavern patrons decided that my loudmouth bashing of that ever good and noble piss poor cuck of a king Malvic the III is worth killing me.

Maybe it is. I don't know, I'm not one for politics. All I know is he's a fool and he's queen's a self important bitch and probably a traitor. But I guess when you speak up loud someone's bound to take issue.



'It's not gonna work,' I offer lazily as they drag me by my arms out to the river behind the tavern.

'Shut up, ye biitch! Ho-' the man cuts himself off with a loud hiccup. It's disgusting. 'Dare you insult his majesty Malvic the Great!' He slurs. I don't have it in me to correct him that I insulted Malvic the III, current king of Ithwily. Malvic the Great reigned 300 years ago, and I would never insult anything about him except maybe his thrice-cursed singing voice.

I shrug as best I can while being dragged from my underarms. 'It ain't my fault his wife beds anyone but him,' I say. That earns me a quick kick to the stomach from a rather burly woman. I... probably deserved that one, I won't lie.

'Get it over with then!' Another man shouts to the two dragging me. I'm off a mind with him, I want this damned deal over with quick.

Maybe I should've kept my mouth shut. Maybe I should've brought a friend with me.

Or maybe... I should end this hear.

'Yes, lets,' I agree.

The man who shouted scoffs. I look up at him. The man is... well, ugly is being to nice. His arms are to long for his body, his face is pockmarked by burn scars, and he's got a twisting tattoo running up his face. A Flame Stamper. Of course, they're Firebird hunters. That would explain the burns. And why they're so quick to violence.

'Right then Erizic, toss 'er in. Drown the hare!' The burnt man shouts to the one who got the king's name wrong.

God, I hate 'Drown the Hare'. I mean, who makes a game for children about drowning a rabbit for dinner..? I quite like not drowning. In fact, I awful hate drowning, it takes days to get the taste of river water out of your mouth, and the water always gets in my ears, it's a whole awful deal.

The men holding my arms pull me up, moving to throw me over the lip of the path.

Might as well end it now then, eh?

'KISRIîN'

Flames ignite, crackling along my arms up to my oh-so-smart would-be assailants.

Simple flash spell, won't do much more than spook them but it's always a nice enough trick to get out of a bad situation.

They drop me, and I go tumbling into the river.

Damn, I was hoping to avoid that. Ah well, if I stay down here a bit they'll leave and I can call Jax to get us home.

Whatever, I'll deal with the river. Not like I'll drown anywa-

One of them falls in next to me, paniking at the flash flames still on his arms. Idiot. Adding water to the components makes the spell as Kasrîn. The damn fool just actually lit himself on fire.

I push out, my boot strike him in the chest. I can hear the bone crunch. He's dead on the hit. Must've already been injured. Or maybe the Kasrîn weakened him.

I won't cry over a Flame Stamper, world's better with all of them dead anyways.

I can still hear their screaming from the water. And... screeching. Ajax ignored my orders and came to find me anyways. Damn bird.

I kick off the bottom of the river, hand breaking the waves. She grabs it in her talons, pulling me out. Good. If she's gonna disobey she can at least be helpful.

She tosses me up, rolling over in the air so I can catch the grasp of the saddle, lets me pull up into the saddle proper.

Damn gryphons, always show-offs. Could've just dipped to the side so I could grab the saddle edge in the water.

Ajax circles the gang of Flame Stampers. She wants me to stop the flash before someone else dies. Probably for the best.

'Rinkis' Extinguish.

And we're off, back to Rameed before anyone thinks to follow."

End Mission Report

"GAMBLER THE LAST," Abrina shouts from the office, her furious voice shaking the bones of the building. "THIS IS NOT A MISSION REPORT!"

Did you know I write original pieces? Maybe not, I haven't done it in ages.

Sunset Chasers tells the story of the bastards still clinging to defiant light in the age of twilight. With ancient darkness creeping closer, kings and queens reaching to snap their necks, and the world turned against them, the last of the Dawn Riders reach for the sun regardless, demanding it burn in their wake.

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ek playlist sentence starters part one

info: sentence starters from my eddie kaspbrak playlist (edit as you see fit):

violent - carolesdaughter

"i don't really feel like fighting"

"you say you miss me, so then i drive back to you"

"did you ever really love me?"

"i think that she's still lovely"

"i think we're both a mess"

"don't make me get violent"

heather - conan gray

"what a sight for sore eyes"

"she's got you mesmerized while i die"

"why would you ever kiss me?"

"i'm not even half as pretty"

"how could i hate her, she's such an angel"

"i wish i were heather"

el principito - ajj

"i despise every lie i've come to believe"

"i'm either too happy or fucking sad"

"i am always tied to the tracks of the train"

"desperately afraid of going insane"

"i don't know if i am capable of helping anyone"

"i am at the mercy of emotions of my better friends"

run boy run - woodkid

"run, boy, run!"

"this world is not made for you"

"they're trying to catch you"

"the sun will be guiding you"

"they're dying to stop you"

"this race is a prophecy"

"tomorrow is another day"

"you don't have to run away"

"but for now, it's time to run"

mama - my chemical romance

"we all go to hell"

"i'm writing this letter and wishing you well"

"stop asking me questions"

"i'd hate to see you cry"

"you made us oh so famous"

"when you go, don't return to me, my love"

"right now they're building a coffin your size"

" you should've raised a baby girl"

"i should've been a better son"

"when we go, don't blame us"

"and if you would call me a sweetheart, i'd maybe then sing you a song"

"we're damned after all"

"we all carry on"

"so raise your glass high, for tomorrow we die"

"i can hear them whisper as we pass by"

i know places - taylor swift

"something happens when everybody finds out"

"love's a fragile little flame"

"it could burn out"

"baby, i know places we won't be found"

"i know places we can hide"

"just grab my hand and don't ever drop it, my love"

"you know for me, it's always you"

"nothing sinister starts out sober"

special - simple creatures

"the things you learn at four am"

"when do i become who i am?"

"save your blast from the past"

"i'm a stolen car in a parking garage"

"on your hands and knees do you feel in charge"

"i just wanna feel good"

"i wanna feel special"

"i wanna fake my pain away"

"where does the time go?"

"hard to make the best of a good thing now"

"am i the one on the throne or a wannabe"

"are you crawling back to who you were?"

"when the hell is it gonna get better?"

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ah the lengthening hours in the refinery belching fire into the sky we do our best vampire routines as we suck the dying hours dry the night is lovely as a rose if i see sunlight hit you i am sure that we’ll both decompose ah the fitful sleep and the fire engines that i dream of when i dream someday we’ll both wake up for good i will try hard not to scream the evening wind will shake the blinds you’re stirring from your slumber we’ve got something hateful on our minds oh sing sing sing for the dying of the day sing for the flames that will rip through here and the smoke that will carry us away yeah sing for the damage we’ve done and the worse things that we’ll do open your mouth up and sing for me now and i will sing for you

#tmg

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Perspective's Sentence Starters; Save Rock and Roll by Fall Out Boy (Part II)

THE MIGHTY FALL

"Oh god!"

"Why the hell is there a light that's keeping us forever?"

"Did you get dressed up?"

"I can't stop it when there's chemicals keeping us together."

"How the mighty fall."

"They fall in love."

"Oh, how the mighty fall in love."

"Your crooked love is just a pyramid scheme."

"I'm dizzy on dreams."

"If you ask me two's a whole lot lonelier than one."

"Baby, we should have left our love in the gutter where we found it."

"You think your only crime is that you got caught."

"It's getting clear, you're never coming clean."

I know you said not to call unless I'm dying.

"Even though my eyes closed, I still see you."

"I just hope that when you see me, I'm not see-through."

"Sometimes I swear, I need a day just for me."

"Like, I let her climb on top."

"I'm either fuckin' or workin', so the grind don't stop."

"They say I got screws missing, well hell, only when I'm missing you."

MISS MISSING YOU

"Don't panic."

"No, not yet."

"I know I'm the one you want to forget."

"Cue all the love to leave my heart."

"It's time for me to fall apart."

"Your hot whiskey eyes have fanned the flame."

"Maybe I'll burn a little brighter tonight."

"Let the fire breathe me back to life."

"Baby, you were my picket fence."

"I miss missing you now and then."

"Sometimes before it gets better, the darkness gets bigger."

"The person that you'd take a bullet for is behind the trigger."

"We're fading fast."

"I see through you when we're sitting in the dark."

"So give me your filth, make it rough."

"Let me trash your love."

"I will sing to you every day."

"I've heard you got it so bad."

"I am the best you'll never have."

DEATH VALLEY

"I want to see your animal side."

"Let it all out."

"I wanna see the dirt under your skin."

"I need your broken promises."

"I want the guts and glory, baby."

"This town is wasted and alone."

"Don't take love off the table yet."

"Tonight, it's just fire alarms and losing you."

"We love a lot, so we only lose a little."

"But we are alive."

"Oh, there you go, undress to impress."

"You can wear the crown but you're no princess."

"We're going to die, it's just a matter of time."

"Hard times come, good times go."

"I'm either gone in an instant or here 'til the bitter end."

"What I've got will make you feel more alive."

"I'll be your favorite drug."

YOUNG VOLCANOES

"We're the beginning of the end."

"Tonight, the foxes hunt the hounds."

"It's all over now."

"Before it has begun, we've already won."

"We are wild."

"We are like young volcanoes."

"C'mon, make it easy, say I never mattered."

"We will teach you how to make boys next door out of assholes."

RAT A TAT

"It's (Name), bitch."

"No thesis existed for burning cities down at such a rampant rate."

"They just DIY'd that shit and they built their own bombs."

"She's his suicide blonde."

"She's number than gold."

"Are you ready for another bad poem?"

"One more off key anthem."

"Remember me as I was, not as I am."

"I kept wishing she had blonde ambition and she'd let it go to my head."

"If my love is a weapon, there's no second guessing when I say."

"If my heart is a grenade, you pull the pin and say."

"You need to lower your standards."

"It's never getting any better than this."

"You settled your score."

"This is where you come to beg."

"This is what we do, baby, we nightmare you."

"I'll take your heart served up two ways."

"I'm the lonelier version of you."

"I just don't know where it went wrong."

"She's sick and she's wrong."

"I've seen bigger."

"I've lit better."

"Not a dry eye left in the house."

"Talk less, mean more."

"Go boy, run for your life."

"Let's be electric, like we were before."

SAVE ROCK AND ROLL

"I need more dreams and less life."

"I need that dark in a little more light."

"I cried tears you'll never see."

"So fuck you, you can go cry me an ocean, and leave me be."

"You are what you love, not who loves you."

"In a world full of the word 'yes', I'm here to scream no."

"Wherever I go, trouble seems to follow."

"I only plugged in to save rock and roll."

"Blood brothers in desperation."

"An oath of silence for the voice of a generation."

"How'd it get to be only me?"

"I'm the last damn kid still kicking that still believes."

"I will defend the faith."

"Oh no, we won't go."

"We don't know when to quit."

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