#a feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it…. i’m on fire and i’m trying not to show it….

[cutiebabie]

“sometimes i wonder if i should be medicated. if i would feel better just slightly sedated” is a gnarly ass way to start off a song i’m so serious when i heard this i felt the ground shift beneath my feet

#anxiety folks get it #this shit is no joke #a feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it…. i’m on fire and i’m trying not to show it…. #yeah #florence the machine

[cobaltperun]

Woe out the Storm (14) - Eye of the Tiger

Wednesday Addams x female Reader

Summary: It took some time, but eventually you came to realize only Wednesday Addams could look at the raging storm of chaos and destruction and make a home out of it. Only she could listen to the cacophony of the roaring thunder and hear a melody.

Story warnings: Wednesday Addams, violence, slow burn

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Word count: 4.5k

-It's the eye of the tiger, it's the thrill of the fight-

You took several deep breaths, red eyes glaring at Laurel and what you assumed was revived Crackstone. For a moment you felt your lightning growing stronger, almost overwhelming you, threatening to burst through. You’ve spent too much time in lightning form to get across the lake and you could feel control you had slipping as the colors around you began fading. You knew one thing, you needed to finish this fast.

Something red caught your attention and you looked closely to see a gash across Wednesday’s palm. There was dried blood on the side of her head as well. “Sorry I’m late,” you said as the two of you stood up and faced Laurel and Crackstone.

Laurel smirked lightly and walked over to the wall. “I didn’t think you’d show up Y/N, with the lake in your way and your fear of water, but, I prepared just in case,” she said and you saw a wide hose near the wall she was heading toward.

“Shit!” you didn’t need to think long to understand what that meant. You threw your knife toward her, only to suddenly feel strong pressure keeping you from moving.

You gritted your teeth as Crackstone lifted his staff, holding you and Wednesday in place. “You feral beasts have stood in my way for too long! Burn!” he hollered, sending a torrent of flames toward you and Wednesday.

You could have zapped away, freed yourself from his hold, but Wednesday was right behind you.

“Go,” Wednesday ordered you, yet you didn’t listen, you just surrounded the two of you with your lightning, weakening the flames and clashing with them. The heat was similar, red flames colliding with darker, but still red, lightning, made it almost impossible to withstand the heat.

“Too close,” you focused on expanding your lightning, on pushing It away from Wednesday and you until the energy within two forces of nature exploded and pushed the two of you and Crackstone back a few steps.

He didn’t look tired, while you just dropped to one knee, feeling the fatigue of staying in control sneak up on you.

“Here, this will cool you down,” Laurel laughed and the stream of water hit you and Wednesday at the same time.

“Salt!” you gasped, realizing it wasn’t just regular water, Laurel raised the salinity of it and likely added something to it to make it stick to your body like the paint did. You dropped down, clenching your fists as you struggled to hold the lightning in.

“Go ahead and discharge Y/N! Oh, sorry, you’d kill Wednesday if you did!” she laughed, soaking everything around you as well, she used up so much water it covered the entire floor up to your wrists.

“She’ll kill you too,” Wednesday threatened, kneeling down next to you, but luckily not touching you.

“Wednesday, run,” you hissed, unsure of how much time you had left until you’d either discharge or, even worse, shift.

“Lucifer’s mistress cannot run, beast,” Crackstone once again raised his staff, pinning the two of you down. “You’ll be buried beneath the stones, your bodies never to be found!” the whips of fire struck the ceiling, making pebbles fall from it as the old, fragile building began shaking under the pressure of his telekinesis and flames.

“Sweet dreams, Wednesday, Y/N,” Laurel taunted you as the two of them made their way outside.

You couldn’t fight it anymore, even if you could, there was no other way.

“You better hope this kills us!” even your voice was changing, growing deeper, more guttural and Wednesday saw you tensing, your body heating up so much steam was starting to come from the water beneath you despite Crackstone’s ability still holding the two of you down.

As the crypt began falling on the two of you, you broke through telekinesis and pulled Wednesday beneath you. Your eyes went from red to orange in a flash, the colors lost their intensity, the dim light became more than enough for you to see, the scent of candles, salt, smoke, of Wednesday, intensified, and you could feel your body shifting.

~X~

She wasn’t sure how much time passed, you pulled her so hard she briefly got dizzy and lost consciousness due to Laurel knocking her out with a shovel. So, Wednesday didn’t know how long ago Laurel and Crackstone left. As Wednesday slowly blinked, still disoriented from the building collapsing on the two of you she heard panting above her, angry, animalistic, no, beastly, breathing combined with low growls and intense buzzing of lightning all around her. Yet she didn’t feel it, she wasn’t electrocuted, it was as if her immediate surroundings were spared from the rage of lightning. And she forced herself to open her eyes, despite the throbbing pain in her head. She was met with the sight from her vision, the one she had when she touched Rowan, of the beast standing above her.

The orange and black fur, the mane, the large, sharp fangs that could easily pierce right through her, the paws that could easily rip someone in two, and the size of the beast… she couldn’t be sure from her position beneath it, but from her estimation it was nearly seven feet tall, and likely twice as long, tail excluded. A magnificent tiger stood above her, standing despite the roof of the building falling right on top of it, protecting her from the fallen debris and certain death. An explosion of lightning from the beast’s, no, your body destroyed everything around Wednesday, turning the stone of the crypt into pebbles and dust. Wednesday coughed at that and you looked down, your orange eyes staring wildly into her own.

How aware were you really? Was Faulkner right? “Y/N?” she tried, gauging your reaction. You growled, baring your teeth, but you didn’t attack her, you just stared down at her as if trying to recognize her. A few moments later Wednesday saw a glimmer of recognition in your eyes and you stepped away from her to make your way to the fallen knife you claimed as your own after Wednesday threw it at you. You bent down, taking it gently between your teeth, with your size you could easily swallow it, instead you went back to Wednesday and, as she sat up a bit, carefully placed the knife on top of her stomach. You nudged her arm toward it in a way that didn’t fit your size, so lightly she barely felt your fur brushing against her. You lay down, just waiting for Wednesday to get it together and get up.

Even in this form you were being you, making Wednesday wonder why you were ever afraid of shifting and losing control. “We need to get back to the school and stop Crackstone and Laurel,” she told you, though she guessed it was futile as you didn’t budge. The lightning coming out of your body wasn’t intense, it was coming out from your feet and tail, and a bit from your eyes and mouth when you opened it, but it didn’t indicate you were completely out of control. At least as far as Faulkner’s diary told her.

She sighed. All the power you had, and it would go to waste because Wednesday wasn’t sure how to direct it and you didn’t know how to either. Yet, as she turned to leave you blocked her path with your head and nudged her back, toward your back. You moved your head back slightly, motioning toward your back and Wednesday wasn’t sure if she was reading you right or not, but she placed her hand on your back, just behind the shoulder blades and you nodded.

“You want me to get on your back?” she asked and you nodded, almost sounding like you just huffed in confirmation.

Was that why you were lying down? So Wednesday could climb on top of you more easily. Because, as much as it annoyed her to admit that, she wouldn’t be able to climb on your back with your current height if you were standing.

With some effort, because you were still a large beast even when you were lying down, she climbed onto your back and grabbed onto your mane, realizing that you were an amur tiger, instead of one of the other subspecies. Wednesday wasn’t sure if grabbing onto your mane would set you off, or if you would get aggressive, but there wasn’t anything else she could hold on to. And from the looks of it you didn’t mind, as you got up and jumped over the remaining walls of the crypt.

Wednesday used to ride on Kitty’s back as a child, but Kitty was more like a house cat compared to you and the force of the jump took her by surprise. Luckily, you stopped, turning your head to check on her.

Ridiculous lightning beast.

At least act like an uncontrollable beast, you were more like an oversized pet than anything else right now.

“I’m fine, go,” she told you and you tilted your head. Was your ability to understand human speech disappearing, because Wednesday was sure you somewhat understood a more complex sentence mere moments ago. She pointed toward Nevermore and before she could even say one word you took off, not sprinting, but still running in the direction she wanted you to.

You reached the lake and Wednesday thought you’d stop, that this was as far as she’d get, with no boat she had no hopes of catching up to Crackstone and Laurel. Her eyes widened when a ball of orange lightning formed ahead of you, and then another further ahead, she watched, her fingers digging into your mane as you created more and more balls of lightning above the lake, and then you jumped on the one closest to you.

The ball dispersed when you touched it, but it was enough for you to jump to the next one, not quite zapping, but moving along the lightning path forming as each lightning ball burst open. The long, powerful jumps, the control, the definitive lack of fear of water, it made her realize you weren’t entirely you in this form. At your core you were still you, but you were driven more by instincts than anything else, you were doing things Wednesday was sure you couldn’t do in your human form.

You landed on the shore with the grace only a cat could have and took a few steps before collapsing.

Wednesday climbed off you and knelt next to your head. “Y/N?” she called your name and you opened your eyes, blinking slowly before yawning. “You did enough,” she told you, and she believed that. She couldn’t be sure, but she thought it was reasonable to assume you used up a lot of energy to get across the lake twice. It wasn’t a small lake either.

You chuffed and nudged her lightly and even though she was running out of time Wednesday placed her hand on top of your head, just feeling the warm fur against her palm. And then, one small, harmless discharge later her hand fell on top of your head.

Your human head.

“What?!” you sat up abruptly, as if suddenly woken up from deep slumber. Maybe you were. You rubbed the top of your head. “Why would you hit me like that?” you whined and looked around. “What the? How did we…?”

Wednesday remained silent, stunned by your inability to remember what happened.

“Did I shift?” you seemed to piece together the only possible way the two of you could have survived a building falling on top of you and then making your way across the lake. “Are you okay? Did I hurt you?” you looked her over, frantically searching for any injuries.

“Given the size of you you could have torn me in two,” Wednesday deadpanned, somewhat enjoying the way you stopped breathing at that revelation. “You were,” she wasn’t sure what word to use. “I wasn’t in danger,” she settled down on that, telling you what you likely needed to hear the most.

You let your head drop and sighed in relief. “That’s a relief,” you whispered, your body trembling slightly. It was clear to Wednesday that you were exhausted.

“You don’t remember anything?” she just had to ask.

You shook your head. “Bits and pieces at best, and even that is vague,” with a groan you managed to get back to your feet. “We need to get back to school,” you were struggling to even stand, and you still wanted to keep going?

Wednesday sighed and put your arm over her shoulders. “Come on,” you smiled apologetically and began walking with her help. Luckily, it didn’t take long for you to recover your energy. It must have been the shifting and switching between two and four legs that left you weaker than usual.

~X~

By the time you were about halfway to Nevermore you could walk on your own, which you figured was lucky, because you heard a werewolf howling and not all of them were friendly during full moon, especially during full blood moon. And you were still recovering, unsure if your lightning would be strong enough to deal with a werewolf.

You weren’t ready for a fight, but hopefully by the time you reach Nevermore you would be able to help Wednesday.

You heard the rustling of the leaves before you saw him and you couldn’t help but curse your luck as Tyler came from behind a tree.

“Laurel said you were dead,” the harmless, even kind of shy, barista was gone. All you saw was the killer terrorizing Jericho over the past few months.

“You must have been disappointed,” Wednesday glared at him.

“I was. I didn’t get to keep my promise and bring you the beast’s head. Now I can kill you both together,” he approached, walking like a predator that found his prey.

“This won’t end well for you,” Wednesday threatened, standing between him and you, and if she wasn’t standing between you and a monster that ripped people apart you would feel very happy. The problem was, she was standing between you and a monster that could rip her apart.

Lightning crackled around you and you were ready to move the moment Tyler did something, but you weren’t ready for his eyes bulging in an almost comical way. Truly, seeing the transformation take place was as horrifying as it was hilarious as his body grew and burst out of his clothes. Just how many articles of clothing did he ruin over the past few months?

Tyler roared and swiped his clawed hand up. He no longer needed Wednesday alive and she was still injured. So you grabbed her hand, pulling her back and taking the hit. The claws dug into your left shoulder, piercing the skin, but you managed to zap away, slamming into the nearby tree to avoid Tyler’s claws tearing your shoulder apart.

“Y/N!” you never wanted to hear Wednesday shouting your name like that.

Tyler growled, and you opened your eyes to see him standing above Wednesday. Why wasn’t she running, damn it? It wouldn’t help if she was alone, but you just needed a few seconds! You got up to your hands and knees, blood dripping onto the grass as rage ignited the lightning within you, the fatigue seemed to be burnt through, it was as if you suddenly got a second wind. “Tyler!” you yelled, getting his attention, he turned to face you, roaring as you got to your feet and charged at him, your body engulfed in lightning as his clawed hand collided with your fist. He stepped back, roaring in pain as your lightning electrocuted him.

You were ready to keep going, when something similar to a werewolf flew into Tyler, tackled him to the ground and slammed him into a tree.

“Holy shit,” you weren’t even that angry anymore, just impressed by what just happened.

“Enid?” Wednesday guessed as she took a better look at the werewolf that had now turned around to face you.

“Enid?!” you turned to Wednesday in disbelief, before taking a better look. The hair, the slightly smaller size, her eyes, and that ‘I did it’ look on her face confirmed it. “Hell yeah! That’s the way!” you pumped your fist up.

“Enid!” Wednesday was the first to notice Tyler getting up.

“We got this! Just go!” you threw a knife toward Tyler, zapping toward it and kicking his arm away before he could hit Enid. And to prove the two of you were a fairly decent team Enid immediately took a chance and kicked Tyler away. “Right, Enid?” you smirked at the girl that finally got to wolf out.

Enid nodded, offering you a wolfish smirk, and bumping her clawed fist/paw with your own.

From the corner of your eyes, you saw Wednesday nodding reluctantly. She was needed at the school, and you and Enid could handle Tyler. “Be careful,” she told the two of you, though you could hear the unspoken threat in her voice as she said that. Be careful, or I’ll make you regret it.

Well, that was how Wednesday was.

Tyler got up, furiously glaring at the two of you. You could feel your lightning growing weaker, the adrenaline was fading away and you felt your body growing numb from overuse. Usually, your body would be the first to give out, but this time you were close to depleting all your reserves. At least you didn’t have to worry about losing control and shifting, you doubted you had enough power left to do it.

“I was confident while Wednesday was here, but I’m running low. I can’t do much more than provide support. Sorry about that,” you apologized, you’d make sure Enid wouldn’t get seriously injured, actually, you’d try to make sure she doesn’t get hit at all, but it was a fight, you couldn’t guarantee that.

Enid nodded, charging at Tyler. He raised his arm up, ready to slam her down when she approached, but you zapped to the side of him and hit him with a lightning strike from about a dozen feet away. It wasn’t strong enough to hurt him, but it stunned him, allowing Enid to tackle him and cut him with her claws.

You landed on the ground and put your hands down on it. “Enid! Get back!” the moment she heard you, Enid jumped away from Tyler. As he sat up you sent lightning through the ground, making it burst through it just underneath him. One more. You had one good strike left, and you’d have to make it count.

Tyler roared in pain, his skin smoking as he fled into the woods. Enid gave chase, knowing you couldn’t let him escape. You couldn’t let him go after Wednesday. You were about to go after him as well, but your vison got blurry, and you had to lean against a tree for a moment. One more attack. You had to make it count.

With a growl that sounded a lot more like that of a tiger you pushed your body to move, running after Enid and Tyler. If only you knew exactly where they were. You heard a whine to your left and rushed there, but all you saw was Enid on the ground, bleeding. You ran toward her, and that moment of lowering your guard cost you, as Tyler grabbed you from behind and slammed you onto the ground. With wind knocked out of your lungs you could only gasp as he pressed his claws against your chest. Any moment now he’d pierce through your skin and kill you. And he was enjoying it, you could see it on his face, in his eyes. Was this what Wednesday saw in her vision?

“You… made her worry,” you gasped, the need to survive overpowering the exhaustion. And your lightning turned orange once again.

~X~

You roared, paralyzing the enemy above you. It was weak, unable to hold you down. So easy to push off without even using lightning. Barely three seconds after you shifted the positions were changed. You pressed your paw against the struggling monster, its claws bouncing off your lightning covered legs and chest. You roared and lightning burst through you, destroying the branches above you.

The monster looked afraid, whining weakly as your own claws came out, covered in lightning. They pierced and burnt through the monster’s skin. There wasn’t even any blood there, the wounds closing because of the heat right away.

An unfamiliar loud and sharp sound pierced through your ears and you felt pain in your right shoulder. It wasn’t covered by lightning before, but now it was. It hurt, something was stuck in your body. So, you magnetized it and pushed it out. It was small, round, but it still caused you pain.

“Get away from my son!” you didn’t understand what those sounds meant, but they came from the human holding something in his hands. He was shaking, frightened, but he wasn’t backing away.

You stepped away from the enemy beneath you, slowly stalking toward the human. You weren’t in a rush. If they ran, you’d just go after them.

You heard the monster getting up, and it jumped toward you from behind. You just growled, creating two orbs of lightning and slamming them into the monster. Smoke came from its body, and it fell to the ground, unmoving and changing back into its human form.

“Tyler!” the man cried out and looked like her wanted to run toward the monster.

You roared, warning the man to stay put. It wouldn’t be long now.

Screaming in fear he tried to attack you again. But you recognized the sharp sounds this time, and destroyed those pesky round things with your lightning before they could reach you.

Something else came between you and the man. A canine creature that didn’t give any signs that it wanted a fight. It whined, as if calling you. The creature smelled familiar and you stopped. Curious to see what it would do. Something else came along. A severed body part that moved, that was alive. It approached you, tapping the ground in front of you.

The sounds meant nothing to you, but deep down there was something nostalgic about it.

Something. A place. Room. Two humans and the hand. You.

You lowered your head to the ground, lightning backing away from it so it wouldn’t hurt the hand in front of you. You nudged him with your head, and he grabbed on, climbing to the top of your head much to your surprise. You shook your head to shake him off, but as he kept clinging you wondered how you knew the hand was a he? He kept tapping something on the top of your head, and you still didn’t understand.

It didn’t matter. The sound was bringing you back. Thing. This was Thing! Not some random hand, he was a friend. So was the werewolf. Enid. She wolfed out. She fought with you to stop Tyler. To protect Wednesday.

Wednesday. She was at school. You needed to get to her.

~X~

You growled, shifting back and falling down to the ground, panting as you clutched at the grass in front of you. You had no idea what just happened, but Enid, still in her werewolf form, stumbled toward you and transformed back into her human form. Thing just patted your hand and then moved to comfort her as well.

“I’m going back to school, Wednesday might still need help,” you stumbled back to your feet and took your jacket off, covering Enid’s body.

“Yeah, go get her. We’ll be fine,” Enid encouraged you and Thing gave you a thumbs up.

You nodded and, though it was a struggle, began making your way back to Nevermore.

What would you even accomplish when you got there? Did you even have it in you to fight anymore? You doubted you did, but you were betting on adrenaline to give you that one last push if Wednesday needed you. Because you’d be damned if something happened to her while you were lying around and resting.

You managed to reach the pentagon, but you severely overestimated your abilities, by the time you got there you couldn’t even stand properly, let alone fight. You tried to zap to Wednesday, to get her away from Crackstone as he pinned her down with his telekinesis, but you just dropped to your knees, unable to produce a single spark. “Come on, come on, damn it,” but your body wouldn’t move.

Especially when you saw Bianca stabbing Crackstone. Was it over? You watched in horror as the man’s wound regenerated and he easily threw Bianca to the side and while Wednesday got up and tried to stab him with a broken blade he managed to push back against her with his telekinesis.

And the world around you went black.

~X~

Wednesday tried to push through, to break through the man’s defense, but her blade wouldn’t go through. And then a burst of lightning and a tiger paw swiped between her and Crackstone, ripping off both of his arms and leaving him wide open for Wednesday to pierce his heart.

Wednesday took a few steps back as the resurrected man let out a chilling, inhuman cry and vanished in dust and smoke. She took a couple of deep breaths, it was over.

“Wednesday get back! Stay away from Y/N!” Bianca’s warning caught her by surprise. Why? You just helped her once again. And then she heard a roar that sent shivers down her spine, a roar that froze her in place in a way that was so instinctual, so primal, she barely even remembered reading about the ability of the tiger’s roar to paralyze the prey. She thought she experienced fear when she saw Crackstone in her vision, but this was much deeper, this struck fear into her heart and bones, into her entire being. She blinked a few times, searching for you in the quad and there you were, ready to pounce and tear through anyone who approached you.

Wednesday’s eyes widened as she took in your appearance, you were still a tiger, but you were almost entirely covered in lightning. All the reason, all the control you had, it was gone, all that was left was the wild beast. This wasn’t the tiger that protected her from the building falling on top of you two, this was what you were afraid of, what Faulkner described in his diary, this was the lightning beast that was driven by instinct that couldn’t be reasoned with.

A/N: Well, one chapter to go people!

Reader: I can't shift! I'll hurt someone!

Reader (beast-form) with Wednesday:

Granted... Crackstone POV?

#wednesday addams x female reader #wednesday addams x you #wednesday addams x reader #wednesday netflix #wednesday addams #enid sinclair #jenna ortega x reader

[holylulusworld]

Irresistible Scent - Kinktober (1)

Summary: Your scent is irresistable to him.

Rating: Explicit

Kinktober Special: Marking Kink

Square 14 filled for @spnkinkbingo​: Breeding Kink

Square 5 filled for @spnabobingo​: Breeding

Square 3 filled for @afgomegaversebingo​: Mate-Inducted Rut

Pairing: Alpha!Dean Winchester x Omega!Reader

Warnings: language, a/b/o, smut, unprotected sex, fingering, dirty talk, breeding kink, marking kink, marking with cum/and scent, mating bites, knotting, scenting, true mates, there is some fluff too, a little angst, implied smut, implied oral, possessive Dean

Words: 1,5+ k

A/N: Here we go. Kinktober is here. 

Kinktober 2022

2022 SPN KINK BINGO masterlist

2022 SPN A/B/O BINGO masterlist

AFG Omegaverse Bingo masterlist

That scent.

That irresistible scent makes him crawl up the walls. He can’t fight it. Can’t breathe. Can’t think. Can’t resist.

You are luring the alpha in. Even though, he promised himself to never give in to his alpha. You are his brother’s best friend. The little sister they never had. His friend. His confident.

But you are so much more…

You are his true mate. The one making him want to have more than the life he has. You make him dream of something more. Something he cannot have, but desires, nonetheless. 

“Omega,” a soft and throaty purr leaves his lips. A stark contrast to the things his lust-clouded mind imagines right now. He balls his hand into fists. His teeth grit and his whole body feels like it’s on fire. “Fuck.”

Dean can’t help it. He slowly trots toward the door to leave his room. If he’s fast enough, he can sit this unexpected rut out before you even realized he’s gone. 

“I need to get the fuck out of here,” he groans as your scent just got stronger. “No-fuck…ngh…”

“Dean?” fuck. The worst case just happened. Not only did Dean not make it out of the bunker, but you also walked right in on him as he tried to escape your scent and his instinct. “Shit, what’s wrong…”

You softly call out Dean’s name, but he looks like he’s in trance. He only stares at you, as his teeth grit and his nostrils flare.

“OMEGA,” he growls rather than speaking. You take a step back, already smelling the rut on Dean. “My omega. Come here.”

“Dean, how come you are in rut?” you squeak as the alpha pounces on you. “Dean. What’s wrong? You just had your rut.”

“Your scent drives me crazy,” you pant heavily as Dean buries his face in your neck to inhale your scent deeply. “I want you to smell like me. You must smell like me.”

“O-kay,” it doesn’t take much to get you in his arms. You simply give in to your omega and your feelings. Dean was the one not wanting to give in. You lost the battle a long time ago. 

The moment you met the cocky alpha for the first time.

He purrs against you, hands pawing at the flannel you stole from Dean. “You’re mine. Only mine.”

“I’m yours,” you’re a panting mess. Dean’s scent. The way he purrs your name, and the fact that you can feel his erection press against your thigh turns you into a puddle. “Only yours.”

Dean is nuzzling you, all the while rubbing his aching cock against your thigh.

“Can we go to your room and not do this here?” you nervously laugh. 

Sam is somewhere at the bunker, and you don’t want him to walk in on you and his brother making out like horny teens.

“My room. Safe. My omega,” you don’t fight Dean when he easily picks you up in bridal style to carry you inside his room. “Mine…”

Scent. Mine. Breed. Mark. Dean’s mind is filled with you.

“Dean, fuck,” you end up pressed face first against the door the moment he slammed it shut.

He’s on you in a blink and rips your panties off of your body. Dean presses his body to yours and slides his hands over your chest, groping your plush flesh.

“Mine,” his hands wander down to your hips, gripping you tightly to press your ass into his crotch. You can feel his throbbing length press into your butt, and you hope, he won’t lose control. 

He’s slowly going down on his knees, hands moving over your body on his way.

“DEAN?” you squeak as he buries his face between your legs to capture some of your slick. “Oh fuck! What has gotten into you? Why are you in rut?”

“YOU,” he growls against your flesh. Well, you won’t get an answer tonight. Dean is busy roaming your ass, hips, and legs with his rough hands. He’s caressing every curve, every spot until one hand becomes brave and cups your pussy. “Fuck, you’re going to be the death of me.”

“I didn’t do-“ you whimper at the feeling of his fingers toying with your swollen clit. “Shit, Dean…we can’t. You said we can never be together.”

“You triggered my fucking rut,” he purrs while slipping two fingers inside of your cunt. Pumping his thick fingers in and out of your dripping pussy, Dean groans deeply. “You’re going to smell like me. I’m going to cover you with my scent and mark this body.”

“What? I-“ his fingers slip out of you much too soon for your liking. But you won’t be empty for long. Dean gets back up and drops his sweatpants to the ground. While he cups your ass, humming as you push your butt into his big hands, you hastily take off your flanell.

“This is mine,” one hand cups one of your breasts, roughly groping your flesh as you feel his cock poke your entrance. “Fuck.” He grips your hips, forcing you to stick your ass out a little. “I gotta breed this cunt, make you round. Everyone will know this is mine.”

“Fuck!” you exclaim loudly as Dean simply drives right into you. There are no gentleness or loving words. The alpha is too far gone to care for sex etiquette. “Dean! You didn’t use protection.”

It’s no use. Dean presses the full length of his body against yours, holding you pinned to the door as he fucks up into you with long strokes. “Gonna make this cunt my home,” he breathlessly moans in your ear. “Not gonna last long.”

Dean is on the edge for too long to hold back. He wraps his arms around your body and twirls around, with you in his arms. You end up on the bed, squeaking as the alpha is still on top of you, moving like a madman. “Dean!”

“Just…fuck,” he pushes off you to help you get on your hands and knees. You huff, as he barely gives you the time to take a breath before he grips your hips and fills you again.

The alpha roughly slams his hips into your ass, creating a squelching sound every time he enters your slicked pussy. 

You grip the bedsheets, hoping he won’t fulfill his promise and get you full of pups as he gets even faster.

Your body seizes up and you choke out a moan as the unavoidable happens. You gush all over his cock, making Dean growl in delight.

“That’s it, omega,” you whimper as your presentation leaves his lips and his hands gently move all over your back, sides and thighs. “You’re taking me so well. Fuck…I’m gonna…”

Before you can come down from your high you get pressed into the mattress again.

It’s a mess. You’re a mess as Dean mounts you from behind, moving his hips at a pace making you gasp and squeak. 

He doesn’t stop. Not when you tilt your head in submission. Not when his teeth sink in your mating gland to claim you. Not even when his knot pops open to lock you together.

“Dean, I can’t,” you whimper underneath Dean. It’s too much. His sudden change of mind. The intimacy. The bond forming. “Dean…”

“I’ve got you, sweetheart…I’ve got you…”

“Fuck, no,” you whimper and whine as Dean just covered you in his cum. 

After the first time he knotted you, you tried to have a shower. Only for the alpha to be all over you again. He threatened to breed you again and you tried to convince him to pull out.

“What?” he purrs as your ass, back, legs, and pussy are covered in his spunk. “You wanted me to pull out. Hmm…yeah. Now you smell like me all the time. You’ll not get me off your skin anytime soon.”

“I’ll just wash it off,” Dean growls now. His arms wrap around your body to keep you from getting under the spray. “DEAN!”

“No-no! You will show everyone that I marked you. Not only your neck and pussy, all of you,” his alpha hindbrain tells him to make sure every alpha crossing your path will stay away from you. “You’re mine.”

“I’m wearing your mark,” he hums, but still holds you in his arms, smearing his cum all over your body and his chest. “Dean, I can’t walk around covered in cum. It’s sticky and…uh…you know. I don’t want them to know what we do in private.”

“Aw, now my omega is shy,” Dean purrs in your neck. “I let you shower if you admit that you want me to mark you some more. Maybe I can leave a mark on your pussy too.”

He reluctantly releases you. Dean watches you turn around, quirking a brow as his eyes drop to your cunt. “Dean! You can’t bite me down there!”

“I can…and will,” you walk backward until your back hits the cool tile wall. “Spread those pretty legs. I’m gonna leave my mark right now…”

He goes on his knees, smirking as you let him hook one leg over his shoulder.

“Fuck, Dean…”

Dean won’t bite you. No. He will leave a different kind of mark. He will take you apart with his mouth until your pussy knows, she belongs only to him…

Tags in reblog.

#dean winchester #spnabobingo #SPNKINKBINGO #afgomegaversebingo #dean winchester fanfic #dean winchester x you #a/b/o #alpha!dean winchester #alpha!dean x omega!reader #dean winchester fanfiction #dean winchester smut #alpha!dean x omegareader #dean x reader #dean x you #kinktober day 1

[mightymizora]

Firelight (Tav/Gale)

(E rating, strap sucking fun)

Read on Ao3

“Gods, you look so beautiful.”

He picked this one out himself in Aurora’s, an adorable and quaint little shop that they had frequented a couple of times since she moved in. He’d got that look in his eyes the moment he saw it, a soft glazed expression and a faint blush at the top of his cheeks as his eyes darted over to her and she knew he was imagining what she would look like in it.

It’s not something she would have chosen, but she has to admit it is a beautiful item. Expertly carved with a slight bend, there is a beautifully rendered head and a gentle carved seam of decoration that is a far cry from the makeshift stuffed leathers she has used over the years. And it’s… well. It’s quite large, at least sat flush to her narrow hips, and she can feel the weight of it in her harness as she walks over to the chair by the fire. His eyes follow her, and he comes to his knees before her as she gets comfortable on the edge of her seat.

He reaches up, fingers gently tracing her body along the edge of the simple open shirt she has left on, skirting around her waist and up to the edge of her breast before she gently takes his hand and kisses the tip of her fingers.

“You’ll need to control yourself, Gale.”

“Yes, of course. Apologies, but the way the fire is on your skin, I… I quite forget myself.”

She lifts her foot and places it on his shoulder, and he turns his head to kiss the arch of it and run his tongue along in a moment of visible hunger before sucking gently on her toe, looking at her with the reflection of the fire in his eyes.

“That tongue of yours…”

“I can’t help it.”

He kisses up her short calf, the inside of her knee, up the tenderest flesh of her thigh as she settles one knee over the leg of the chair and idly runs her hand over the beautiful artistry of her new cock, enjoying the gentle ridges, the smooth head as his mouth finds her fingers on it and starts to suck at them.

She moves her hand from his mouth into his hair and guides him.

“Maybe we should keep this on display when we’re done,” she tells him as his mouth sinks down, circling the head before bobbing down once, twice, and taking it in fully. She can feel his nose pressing against her, and can’t help but think of what it will feel like later, to have him buried in her hair after she has fucked him. “Have it where we can see it. Where I can recall how pretty you look with your mouth full.”

He moans deeply, one hand pressed into the flesh of her thigh, his thumb on the edge of her harness. She knows where his other hand is as she sees the flex in the top of his arm. It is gentle, not the quick sharp movements of him taking his own pleasure, but the erratic, unconscious push of his palm against the fabric of his trousers.

He is already so desperate.

She wraps her fingers in his hair tighter, but lets him set his own pace.

“Would you like that, my love?” she asks him as he works his mouth over her, long trails of spit gathering at the base as his mouth moves to suck at the tip. “Putting it in pride of place. Right in your eyeline in the office, so you can remember how I take my pleasure from you. Would you be able to control yourself?”

He looks up at her with soft wet eyes as his pace increases, those eyes that tell her everything she needs to know even if he cannot answer. She bucks softly as he takes her in again, smiling as he mirrors it, his hips rising to meet his hand as his moans come thick and fast.

“Could you control yourself, thinking of me fucking your mouth like this?”

Her voice sounds hard as her hand tightens in his hair, as she feels her wetness against the chair, as she watches him take it harder, tears in his eyes as he looks up at her pleading, his beautiful eyes rolling back as his thrusts against his palm stutter and she rides his face through the guttural cry that is muted by his full mouth.

He pulls off slowly, leaving a long line of spittle as he collapses against her.

“I’m sorry,” he mumbles against her thigh, his eyes cloudy and glazed as he looks up at her. “I’m sorry I couldn’t-”

“No apologies,” she says as she runs her thumb against his swollen lips. “We have all day. When you’re ready, you’re going to get yourself all cleaned up for me, and then you’ll take yourself to the bedroom and be ready for me when I decide it’s time to fuck you. To stand behind you and drive you into the bed until you sob. And you’ll wait there until I am, and stay nice and still and not touch yourself. Isn’t that right?”

He nods softly, kissing the inside of her thigh so gently it makes her throb. But she is patient. It will be worth the wait, to see him come undone on her cock again at least once, to make his beautiful body tremble, blushing and goosefleshed before his tongue and hands even make it to her cunt.

“Good boy,” she tells him, and he moans softly in gratitude against her skin.

#GlimmerGale #bg3 #gale of waterdeep #gale dekarios #Glimmergris #I did it I wrote something short!

[dreaminofu]

What else is a girl gonna do on her free time besides google songs about fire and water?

The first time I saw you, I knew, I knew

The world stopped for a second now, and I don't know how. No I don't know how. You're the Sun, I'm the moon. You're my heaven, I’m your June

Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together. Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together

Is it destiny? Or maybe, cause lately I've been feeling very lucky. Maybe we've already met in another life. You were my wife [for life], I was your knight and you my queen

Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together. Like fire and water, we were meant for each other. Like salt and pepper, we are good together

Cause you're the day, I'm the night. You're my way, I'm your light. You're my starlight, I'm your spaceflight. We are one, we are one

Like fire and water

[Soulmates, those embarrassing reactions in Madrid in the middle of interviews, ”It instantly felt like there’s something there, there was something between us”]

Our love's like fire and water, I ask myself, "should I bother?"

When you look at me with those big brown eyes, then I know what I'll do. I've tried but it's impossible, can’t keep myself away from you

There's something in the water, starts a fire. Feel like I should warn ya, but I never learn. So let's jump right in now. Don't fight the shivers, steam up the mirrors, all night

Something in the fire, makes the water run a little wilder, but we never learn. So let's jump right in now. I'm burning for ya

Fire and water

[I mean… we all know Jere especially cannot shut up about Bojan or keep his hands away from him when they’re together]

When I touch you, I can feel you shivering, I can feel your heart is beating fast. We are alone in this crowded room. Oh tonight there is something happening, and it's something that should never be, but there's a flame over you and me

And I can see the fire on water, I can see the light shining in your eyes. I know that I can't stop it now, 'cos I've been caught in the heat of the sun...

[This is literally the whole NT for them, everyone else around them disappeared on stage and in the ljubav ig live]

I was losing, I was lost, cursing everything that I come across. I was wounded, I was weak, I didn't realize I needed a drink of your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

I was busted, I was broke, drowning in the darkness and starting to choke. I was struggling, I was stranded, them I bent down and cupped my hands in your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

I was fumbling and frustrated, I was sluggish and sedated. I was worthless, I was wasted, I was blind up until I tasted your water. Your water. It floods my memory and it quenches my soul

[Reminds me of Jere being devastated over losing and Bojan comforting him and Jere accepting it even though he doesn’t usually like people comforting him + probably any other time one of them has been struggling]

Fire on fire would normally kill us, but this much desire, together, we're winners. They say that we're out of control and some say we're sinners, but don't let them ruin our beautiful rhythms. 'Cause when you unfold me and tell me you love me and look in my eyes. You are perfection, my only direction. It's fire on fire, mmm. It's fire on fire

[Their similarities, twin flames, the way they just shine brighter when they’re together, ”…and maybe that’s why we love together”]

Is it true that opposites attract, fire and water to be exact. I stood there alone, gazing at the blaze full blown. I'm comforted by this light, whether in the day or night. I found a new flame, one that's similar but not the same

Burning with passion and desire, all the traits I admire. I won't loose this zeal, it’s something I yearn to feel. The warmth of tender loving care, cooling to the touch. I still can feel you there, cause I'm water gasping for air. Said I'm water gasping for air

Steaming with frustration, i’m tuned to your station. Watching all the moves you make, desperate for your touch to brake the ice that surrounds my soul. Because it's my heart you stole

Is it true that opposites attract, fire and water to be exact. I stood there alone, gazing at the blaze full blown. I'm comforted by this light, whether in the day or night. I found a new flame, one that's similar but not the same

I'm steaming with frustration, from this situation. I'm longing but can't find, some shade to cool the shine. I'm steaming with frustration, from this situation. I'm longing but can't find, some shade to cool the shine

[They’re similar but not the same, balancing each other when the other needs more fire or water + some bojere angst]

Naturally, I need to finish this off with KUUMAA

Sanotaan vaan, et tää oli sattuman kauppaa, miten osuttiin samaan paikkaan ja aikaan. Ei kadonnut tunteet piiskaamalla kummastakaan ja mä oon taas valmis lähtee sun kaa ihan mihin vaan

Yö pimenee, mutta meitä ei nukuta. Mä vannoin, etten aio suhun rakastua, mut tulipalo on irti ja mä haluun sua, niinku hullu, tuhlaan tulitikkuja

They say that this was coincidence, how we happened to be at the same place at the same time. Our feelings wouldn't disappear even with force and I'm ready again to leave anywhere with you

The night darkens but we are not tired. I swore that I wouldn't fall in love with you, but fire is on the loose and I want you, like a madman I waste matches

[Stars aligned, soulmates living on the opposite sides of Europe happen to represent their countries at Eurovision in the same year, and the rest is history]

#i have coffee and tea ready to be served for you #i also have glögii stoliksella and tissues for the ones who need them #sad bojere bitches support group #bojere

[reputayswift]

Sometimes I wonder if I should be medicated if I would feel better just slightly sedated the feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it I’m on fire but I’m trying not to show it as it picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down picks me up puts me down—

#dance fever is blossoming as we speak <- (defrosting as we speak but for a spring album) #florence + the machine #tays takes

[persephonememes]

* (  DANCE FEVER BY FLORENCE & THE MACHINE /  SENTENCE PROMPTS

the very thing you’re best at is the thing that hurts the most

but a woman is a changeling always shifting shape

just when you think you have it figured out something new begins to take

i never knew my killer would be coming from within

i was never as good as i always thought i was

i was never satisfied

the feeling comes so fast and i cannot control it

i’m on fire, but i’m trying not to show it

i’m always running from something

i push it back, but it keeps on coming

and being clever never got me very far

it’s all in my head

you’re too sensitive

and for a moment, when I’m dancing, i am free

is this how it’s always been?

to exist in the face of suffering and death and somehow still keep singing?

i am free

i don’t know how it started

something’s coming

i just kept spinnin’ and i danced myself to death

this is the end and I’m thinking about her

Never really been alive before 

I always lived in my head

sometimes it was easier hungover and half-dead

i’m back in town, why don’t we go out?

you’re the star of the show

it’s always the same

i came for the pleasure, but i stayed for the pain

when someone looks at me with real love, i don’t like it very much. kinda makes me feel like i’m being crushed.

is this something that you would like to discuss?

you’ll be sorry that you messed with this

but as my sister said, i’d probably last six days

you’ll be sorry that you messed with us

you’ll be sorry that you messed with me

did you miss me?

i’ve been expecting you

deliver me that bad news

at least you’ll sanctify me when i’m dead

did I disappoint you?

i used to see the future and now i see nothing

heaven is overrated

i’m not bad

i’m not good

you practice resurrection every night

a generation soaked in grief

i never thought it would get this far

i don’t think that i can cope

so tell me where to put my love

am i quiet enough for you yet?

this could have been the best thing that ever happened to you

unavailability is the only thing that turns you on

england is only ever grey or green

i remember falling through these streets

it makes my chest hurt to think of it

you’ve never been so in love

the world is so much wilder than you think

i just sweated it out in a hotel room

i pressed my forehead to the floor and prayed for a trapdoor

and if i make it to the morning, i should’ve come with a warning

i swear i’ll quit

i’ll show you what it means to be spared

#rp meme #rp memes #rp prompts #ask meme #Ask memes #florence and the machine #lyric memes #Lyrics #Lyric Meme

[shivunin]

FenHawke + 5 and Cullen/Salshira + 15 for the Florence + the Machine prompts? 👀

Oooh this is so perfect for them, anon. Good choice! I will do the second one in a separate post, as always c:

When to Fold

(Fenris/Maria Hawke | 1,519 Words | CW: references to alcohol)

Summary: After Danarius's defeat, Hawke throws a party at her home and reflects on the changes to her relationship with Fenris.

“The feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it I'm on fire, but I'm trying not to show it.” —Florence + the Machine, “Free”

Relief had made Hawke clumsy. 

She couldn’t explain herself any other way. Well, she probably could if she really put her mind to it—making things up had always been a special talent of hers—but it was the only way she could explain this to herself. 

“You’ve dropped your cards,” Fenris said in a low voice. 

He was sitting to her left. In and of itself, this was not remarkable. They’d played Wicked Grace together hundreds of times before, though they’d done so in her formal dining room admittedly less often. They’d sat together before. They’d certainly eaten together before. But—tonight was special and she rather thought they both knew it. 

For the first time in three years, Fenris sat at Hawke’s side. 

“Stop losing on purpose, Hawke,” Aveline said sternly from the other end of the table. Her coin made a faint scraping noise when she slid it to the pot. “I’m a big girl. I can handle it.”

“There, there, darling,” her husband said, tapping his own face-down hand. “You did very well on that last hand. There’s hope for you yet.”

Aveline cast him a look and Donnic lifted his hands, half-laughing. Maria tried very hard to focus on the two of them, but it was difficult when Fenris went on moving in her periphery. How long had it been since he’d told her he intended to stay in Kirkwall? One week, perhaps two? She’d been so delirious with joy that she’d thrown together a party to celebrate it and only come up with an excuse for the surprise after the fact. 

Something to celebrate all of them being in the same place for the very first time, she’d said. It wasn’t a lie; near as she could tell, this would be around when he’d made his way to the city. Even so, she knew that she’d drawn them all here for a different reason entirely: relief. Whatever she and Fenris were to each other—and it defied strict definitions—he would not be leaving her. Not yet, in any case. 

“Maybe you should lay off the fancy Antivan wine, Hawke,” Varric had told her only moments ago, after she’d dropped her cards the first time. 

Perhaps he was right. Perhaps her mood could be attributed to the heady rush of wine and good company alone. 

“Thanks,” Hawke whispered to Fenris, and gathered the cards up again with clumsy hands. 

He ducked his head to look between their chairs and leaned toward her, stretching. The light caught on the silver embroidery in his clothing, an admittedly indulgent gift. Worth it, of course; seeing him comfortable in fine things had done something rather odd to her chest. Well, seeing him at all did something odd to her chest at the best of times. Surely she couldn’t blame all of it on the clothing. 

“There,” Fenris murmured after a moment, sitting back again. He lifted a card, freshly fetched from under the table. Hawke looked at it for a long moment before she realized that he was handing it to her. 

“Oh, thank you,” she said, and reached to take it from his hand. 

Their fingerprints brushed. It was nothing; the simplest of touches. She’d shared more contact with the grocer. After three years, it should not burn her so. But—it did. It did, just as it had every time before. 

Fenris did not let go immediately. Neither did Hawke. He studied her face, lovely eyes rich and warm in the candlelight. The barest shadow hid under the curve of his lower lip, cast there by the very same candles. If she’d had more wherewithal, she might have wondered if she was blushing. She must be; she felt like her whole body had been set on fire. Not a fire that consumed, nor even a fire that slumbered safely in the hearth 

No—if she burned then, it was like a candle set on a windowsill. Waiting, always waiting, held safe from the winds of the world by the thinnest layer of fragile glass. 

“Forgive me,” he said after a moment, and let go. 

Maria nodded wordlessly and folded the card into her palm with a deft and thoughtless motion. Each place he’d held it was warm. She marked them each: the edge of the card where his index finger had rested, the place where his thumb and middle finger had pinched to hold it still. 

Clumsy. That’s all she was.

Clumsy, and relieved, and Maker but she’d forgotten how warm this gown could be. Hawke reached for her glass of wine and drained it all at once, wishing it would somehow cool her. 

“Now,” Sebastian said from the other side of the table, “I do not mean to be rude, but I will say I was lured here with the promise of cake.”

“Oh, Andraste’s a—” she caught herself at the last moment and fumbled for another phrase. “Ah—dimples—”

“Thank you,” Sebastian said at the plainly amended oath, the corner of his mouth twitching faintly. 

“—I’d forgotten entirely. I’ll go get it now.”

She stood so quickly that she almost knocked her chair over, but gathered herself with a laugh and made her escape to the empty kitchen. For a moment, she leaned back against the door and pressed her hands to her cheeks. 

Three years. Three years of holding herself carefully apart and reminding herself over and over and over again that she had to let him go. Three years, and the tiniest trickle of hope had her stumbling now. 

“It’s too much at once,” she said aloud, passing her hands back over her hair before crossing at last to the desserts laid out on the table. “That’s all. It caught me by surprise.”

It was too much. It wasn’t as if she’d ever stopped loving him. Of course not; she might be a practiced liar, but three years was an awfully long time to close her eyes and cover her ears. Hawke had watched Fenris walk out her door and done everything she possibly could to forget what they’d done. Instead, loving him had carved a new sort of groove in her heart. He was one of her dearest friends, and knowing they would never be anything else had allowed her to know him as he truly was. Fenris was flawed, irritable, biased, short of temper when pressed…but also clever, strong, kind when he had no call for it, thoughtful even when he thought nobody would notice, and unfailingly loyal. 

When they’d stumbled up the stairs to her bedroom three years ago, she had wanted him more than anything. It was a desire that had overridden any good sense she had left, that had rushed her where she knew better than to go, but she was wiser now. Maria loved Fenris down to her bones and knew she always would, but that needn’t change anything. She’d be a fool to think otherwise now. 

“Alright,” she told the cake, decadently draped with summer fruits. “Alright. I can handle this.”

“Do you need help?” Fenris asked behind her. 

Clearly, she had been too lost in thought if she hadn’t heard him enter. Hawke tried to mask her surprise, but it was difficult after she’d already yelped and clapped a hand to her chest. 

Fenris eyed her, one hand pressed to the center of the open door. 

“Forgive me,” he said. “I did not mean to—” 

“No, no, of course you’re not to blame,” Hawke told him, half-laughing. “I’m afraid I was lost in my thoughts. Thank you for fetching me back.”

He studied her for a moment. There was something soft in his face. She was certain she was not imagining or inventing that much. Perhaps it was only the release of a lifetime’s worth of fear and anger. Perhaps he was relieved to stay, too. 

It didn’t explain why his ears were faintly red, but she wasn’t the only one who’d been drinking, was she?

“Thank you,” she told him when he rounded the little table and took the other side of the platter. “It’s heavy to manage on one’s own.”

“Then we will carry it together,” Fenris said gravely. When he bent his head to look down at it, a lock of pale hair drifted over his forehead. 

“Ready?” he asked, and unexpectedly lifted his eyes to hers. Hawke blinked and nodded once, unable to look away for a moment. She was clumsy in a way that had nothing to do with her hands, but it seemed she would go on stumbling. Perhaps she ought to just resign herself to this. It would pass in time, when she got her feet under her. She was sure of it. 

“Always,” she told him. 

Fenris hesitated, opening his mouth to speak, but shook his head instead. 

“Lead on,” he told her, as he had a hundred times before, and Hawke turned her attention instead to the path back to the dining room. 

Well—most of her attention, anyway.

#fenris #hawke #fenhawke #maria hawke #prompt response #shivunin scrivening #this was sooooo good for them anon sorry it took so long! #just the like. 'clearly Something has changed and i don't know what to do with my hands' of it all

[mellorphic]

do you have any songs that remind you of dsmp characters? if so, please gimme

(also what is your favorite song/band/artist in general)

Tysm for the ask! I could literally talk about this for hours on end.

Favourite song/band/artist changes all the goddamn time but right now Scum by Lovejoy

In terms of characters you are opening a rabbit hole for me, buckle in.

Tommy

What Can I Do if The Fire Goes Out? By Gang Of Youths fits his exile arc, his relationship with Dream at the time as well as grieving Wilbur - “Do I throw my hopes in the fire? Do I throw my clothes in the fire? Do those things grow in the fire, or burn just to keep me compliant?”

Worried About Ray by The Hoosiers gives Pogtopia!Tommy vibes, with the way he wanted to protect L’Manberg and protect Wilbur - “the truth be told, the truth be told, I’m worried about the future holds, the future holds. I’m so tired of being worried about Ray.”

A lot of AURORA songs give me Tommy vibes but especially It Happened Quiet which reminds me of his third death. She uses a lot of nature related metaphors in her songs which I think fit his character - “Eyes blue and hollow as it rains against their will”

Good Grief by Bastille is such a c!tommy song about grief and how he processes people dying/leaving. I can’t emphasise this enough - “You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my senses. You might have to excuse me, I’ve lost control of all of my words.”

Wilbur

Ramblings of a Lunatic by Bears In Trees, specifically for the election era but probably fits most of his L’Manberg arc - “Cause all my friends are dying, some faster than the others. I’m trying to distract myself from the fears that I’ve discovered.”

Youth by Daughter reminds me of the legacy that Wilbur left behind once he died on Nov 16th after blowing up L’Manberg. It’s such a sympathetic song, too - “Collecting pictures from the flood that wrecked this home, it was a flood that wrecked this home, and you caused it”

Saint Bernard by Lincoln fits Revivedbur so so much, but specifically in Hitting On 16, his relationships with Quackity, Tommy, and how he felt about the way people treated Dream (read: how he felt they treated him) at this time - “I said ‘make me love myself so that I might love you’, don’t make me a liar, cause I swear to god, when I said it I thought it was true.”

So many Lucy Spraggan songs?? It’s so hard to pick just one but I’m gonna go with Roots for reflecting on the early days of the L’Manberg era - “I bought a big house in the country, I live there now, does nothing for me. Bought a fast car, white and sporty, when I look back I was pretty poorly.”

Niki

Tongues and Teeth by The Crane Wives as a puffychu song during Niki’s rocket duo arc? Pain. Pain and suffering - “Abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl I could’ve been, my dear. Cuz in the night I know you burn with feelings I cannot return, my dear. Oh, my dear.”

The Calling by The Amazing Devil is such a Doomsday Niki song about her looking back on her life and who she used to be - “I look into the water and see a face I don’t understand. We’re both unwanted daughters, but there’s more than water in these autumn hands.”

Moonsickness by Penelope Scott is literally Manberg Niki and how she was trying so hard to fight for her home but it was futile - “And in your blood you know what’s right, and in your bones you know what’s wrong, and in your throat you know that you’re lying to kids and you know nobody belongs in this hell”

ilomilo by Billie Eilish about post-nov-16th rain duo from Niki’s pov - “I tried not to upset you, let you rescue me the day I met you, I just wanted to protect you, but now I’ll never get to.”

I also think that The Call by Regina Spektor fits all of the L’Manbergians and what they value and their experiences during and after that arc - “And then that word grew louder and louder, till it was a battle cry. I’ll come back, when you call me. No need to say goodbye.”

I’ve been saying since 2021 that The Horror and The Wild by The Amazing Devil is literally Phil and Wilbur talking in the button room, with Phil being the part of Madeline Hyland and Wilbur being Joey Batey - “Think of all the horrors that I promised you I’d bring, I promise you, they’ll sing of every time you pass your fingers through my hair and call me child - witness me, old man, I am the wild.”

If you’d like me to assign songs to specific duos, arcs or characters I can 100% do that! Or if you want a more in depth analysis of any of these songs, I can do that to (this is open for anyone to ask me about, not just Mayrine!)

#tommyinnit #c!tommy #wilbur soot #c!wilbur #nihachu #c!niki #dream smp #dsmp #niki nihachu #orphic talks #song analysis #dsmp analysis #L’Manberg #Pogtopia

[shirohige-pirates]

Just Like Fire

CisFem Reader x Portgas D. Ace

CW: angst, language, erotic, violence, serial killer, stalking, poisoning, over-bearing controlling parents, attempted forced marriage, possible dub-con, Munchausen by proxy (aka Factitious Disorder), wildly cute and fluffy despite the warnings. 18+ only

Summary: You're Sabo's biological sister in this AU. After college you moved in with your dear brother and his two sworn brothers in order to avoid going back home. You and Sabo despise your family equally.

Chapter 8: It Pours

Your brain freezes for a moment as Law’s words sink into you. He didn’t say you were incurable. He didn’t say that they had improved the medication but there would be side effects. He didn’t say any of the dreadful news you had expected.

He didn’t even come in and say you only had a few months left to live.

You feel Sabo’s hand tighten against yours a little, but you can barely feel it.

“Our mother has been doing what?”

Ace has a hand on Sabo’s shoulder and Luffy’s leaning forward over the bed.

“Why would a mom do that?” He asks.

“… There are a few psychological reasons,” Law begins, but he shakes his head. “Without asking her I couldn’t say, and considering her status, I cannot ask her.”

“You’re sure though?” Sabo asks, and you’re starting to comprehend the conversation better.  The blood’s still rushing in your ears, but you’re coming out of your shock enough to follow the conversation.

“Absolutely positive?”

Chopper nods. “Both Law’s scan and my analysis came to the same conclusion. The medication is both a suppressant and a poison.”

“What?” You manage to form the word, but you almost can’t hear yourself over the sound of your heart beating in your ears. “Wait. Wait. You’re saying… that… I’m not sick?”

You can feel everyone’s gazes sinking into you. There’s a mix of concern and sorrow that hangs heavy in the air. It’s comforting and stifling at the same time, and you can feel panic bubbling up in your chest. “I’m not sick, I was poisoned?”

Your eyes find Law’s and he nods curtly. “Correct.”

“I spent… all th-that time.” Your breath hitches and you’re pawing at Sabo as the tears spill down your face. Your panicked emotions are flooding you and you don’t know what to feel. In truth, you’re feeling so much so fast you can’t hold onto any singular emotion. Anger, sorrow, frustration, and grief spill out all at once. “I could’ve - I cuh-could have duh-done so much!”

“Shhh, shhh little spark, breathe. Breathe, poppet.” Sabo says evenly, letting you cry into his chest as he works to soothe you. You’re holding onto your brother like you might drown, arms around his neck gripping the back of his shirt harshly. You can feel a warm hand over yours and another, cooler hand, on your back. Even in your current state, you’re aware that all three of them are trying to comfort you.

There’re a few long moments of silence while you’re given time to cry as you need to. When your sobs start to subside, Sabo helps you lay back a little.

“What’s next?” Ace questions.

“We’re going to do an analysis of the entire pill bottle.” Law says. “And provide documents to the nobles in our care per the laws.” He looks toward Sabo. “What you do with them will be your call, but it’s going to take a couple days for Chopper to do it properly.”

“What’s next for (Y/N)?” Ace clarifies.

“A long, but hopeful road to recovery.” Law says with a tired smile. “I’ll be doing in-home visits once a week to monitor your progress, but we have to be careful about how the substance leaves you.”

“Can’t you just remove it all, Traffy?” Luffy questions. “You pulled all that stuff out of me that one time, can’t you do the same again?”

“That had been in your system for a matter of hours.” Law grumbles. “We’re talking years. It’s hard to say how the detoxification will progress. I don’t want her going into shock or having other issues arise that would compromise her already weakened immune system.”

“Plus,” Chopper says, putting a hand over yours. “The addition of a suppressant is concerning. We don’t know why it was included.”

“There’s nothing else wrong with me that it would’ve been affecting?” You ask weakly. You had already been feeling drained, but the news had sapped what little energy you had left, and your tears had taken more beyond that.

“Aside from the drug, you are healthy.” Law says, a grim expression on his face.

“What in the hells was it suppressing then?” Sabo grumbles at no one in particular.

“I… don’t know, but I can hazard an educated guess.” Law says quietly. He’s looking at you for a moment and you look to Sabo when realization starts to dawn on you.

Sabo’s eyes go wide as he looks from you to Law. “She’s cursed?”

“Possibly.” Law answers quietly.

“But -.” You start, but Sabo puts a finger against your mouth.

“That’s the end of this discussion. Here, at least.” He says, and his tone is completely business. This isn’t your brother, this is Sabo the lawyer. “Thank you, both of you.”

Sabo pulls his business card from his back pocket and pulls a pen from the table and scribbles something on the back of each one before handing them over. “The home address. I am requesting any further conversation occur there, at your earliest convenience. Dr. Chopper, I expect you will be the only one completing the analysis?”

Chopper nods. “All by hand. Nothing is in the system.”

“Good. Discretion is the order of the day.” Sabo notes. “Is there anything else before we leave?”

Law writes a number on his own card and hands it over to Sabo. “That’s your emergency number. Nothing else and no one else. If there are severe withdrawal symptoms or anything else alarming, call it. I've already talked to Crocus and Hongo about providing back up for the next few months.”

“Months?” You nearly cried again.

Law nods. “I’m going to do my best to see that it doesn't take any longer than it has to. If you can work, you’re welcome to do it. As much activity as you can manage will be best as we progress.”

You nod, before turning to Sabo. “I hate to impose, brother dear.”

“I was already planning on it.” He says, eyes focused on his phone. “You can go back to work Thursday if you’re up for it, but I would appreciate you staying at home tomorrow.”

“I’ll be by Friday.” Law says. “We’ll see what a couple days has done if I don’t hear from you before then.”

“Y-yeah.” You agree.

The doctors excuse themselves and you and the others quietly gather yourselves up and head back to the car. There’s a heavy silence over all of you, even Luffy’s quiet and sullen. You’re not entirely sure that you’re even processing everything. It feels like you teleport from the hospital room to the hall, to the exit, and into the car. You can’t place walking through doors or opening anything.

You aren’t losing large chunks of time, but you keep going unfocused.

“Distraction.” You say randomly and look around to realize you’re in the front seat of the car with Sabo driving.

“You want a distraction?” Sabo asks, eyes on the road.

“I don’t know if I want one, but I feel like I need one.”

“Let’s go camping!” Luffy says from the backseat.

“We have work tomorrow, you idiot.” Ace admonishes. “We can’t go that far from the city right now anyway.”

“Right, but we can camp in the backyard.” Luffy retorts, sticking his tongue out. “We can show (Y/N) what camping’s like tonight, right?”

“… We do have a fire pit.” Ace admits after a moment.

“Do we have what we need in the fridge?” Sabo prompts.

“What would we need?” You question, you can feel yourself cheering up just at the prospect.

“We need to make s’mores!” Luffy insists.

“We need actual food too. Hotdogs at least.” Sabo adds.

“Spare marshmallows so we can just roast those.” Ace pipes up.

“Hmm… we have sausages, and buns. There’s graham crackers and chocolate I’m sure of it. I think the only marshmallows we have though are those fancy ones I got from the office.” You go over the inventory of the kitchen in your head. “We’ll need to stop at the store on the way home.”

“We can get some onions and peppers and sauté vegetables to go on the sausages.” Ace says in a tone that sounds like he’s already eating. “We have the camping flat-plate, so we won’t have to cook them in the kitchen and break the experience.”

“We can, um, get some sparklers too?” You question uncertainly.

The three of you were looking at Sabo hopefully, as though you had all automatically designated him as the Responsible One™. There’s a moment’s pause on his part before he sighs.

“I see I am the designated adult for tonight.” He grumbles, turning the car into the store’s parking lot. “Summer is for sparklers, so sure.”

“I’ll be the DA for our next outing.” Ace promises.

The four of you descend upon the store. You gave Ace and Luffy a short list of things to get and you and Sabo went and picked out some sparklers. It kept you close to the front of the store, and gave Luffy a chance to run around.

“You sure you’re up for this?” Sabo questions as you’re looking at options.

You yawn before you can answer and give him a sheepish look. “I… may have to request that you let me take a nap while everyone else sets things up.”

“I think we can manage that. It’s still pretty early in the afternoon anyway.” He says with a smile. “Camping is an all day and night event, but if you’re going to start with only a part of it, the night is the best part.”

“Today’s news, Sabo… does it help us?” You question apprehensively.

Sabo makes a noncommittal sound. “It doesn’t hurt us.” He admits. “But no conversation about it outside of the house.”

You nod. If your parents got wind of what was going on then it was hard to say how things would go. You didn’t know if your mother was the only one who had known about the pills, or if both your parents did. Your father might’ve known about the need for a suppressant, for whatever reason, but been unaware of the poison.

You wanted to hope neither of them knew. That some outside force had been aware and had made this whole nightmare possible.

No matter how you rolled it over in your head, though, you knew better. Even your heart knew better. Your parents had nearly killed Sabo for being friends with Ace and Luffy. He still carries the scars from that punishment gone wrong.

The only thing good to come out of it was that Sterry stopped tattling on both of you afterward. It was as close to compassion as you were certain he could get, considering all the animosity between the three of you.

Or maybe he just didn’t want to torment a corpse.

You and Sabo bought a few different kinds of sparklers, and met up with Luffy and Ace – who had both grabbed almost twice as much stuff as you had tasked them with. Too much was a better outcome than too little so you didn’t admonish them as you went through the checkout without incident.

If only the day could’ve continued that way.

Sabo pulls into the driveway, and you hear him swear under his breath. Looking over from your conversation with Luffy and Ace, you see what he sees.

“Ichiji.” You say tersely. “That’s Prince Ichiji Vinsmoke, my, er, coffee date.”

“Ace, get the food and Luffy into the house. Don’t even look at him.” Sabo says in a tone that holds even Luffy’s attention.

“Yeah.” Ace answers, and you can hear the frustration in the single word.

Sabo pulls up close to the front door, using the car to shield Luffy and Ace. The two take the food and go into the house, Ace catching your eyes for a second as you get out of the car with Sabo’s assistance.

“If I had known you were coming today,” you say, addressing Ichiji with as much civility as you could muster. “I would’ve informed you that I was indisposed.”

“I haven’t been waiting long.” He says flatly before turning his eyes toward Sabo. “The brother.”

Sabo inclines his head. “Indeed.”

“I was hoping I could have a few moments of your time to discuss a second date.” Ichiji says, turning toward you. “When you weren’t returning my texts I became concerned.”

You suppress the urge to call bullshit on his bullshit, but instead shake your head. “Today has been long, and a bit more stressful than I had expected. Perhaps we could talk,” you wanted to say next week or next month but knew better. “Tomorrow… Afternoon.”

There’s a long silence, and you do your best not to look away. Sabo’s grip on your hand tightens, and you return it. It wouldn’t do either of you any good if he interjected without a cue from you or Ichiji in this situation.

“Tomorrow afternoon then.” He agrees. “I hope you are well-recovered from your ordeal today by then.”

“I’m sure it will be sufficient for a proper conversation.” You reply with a tight smile.

You can feel Ichiji’s eyes on you and are relieved when he turns and leaves. He could’ve asked for your hand in farewell, and you weren’t sure you could keep from flinching at this point. You’d simply had too much happen in a single day to keep your composure.

You nearly collapse into Sabo’s grip as the unwelcome car and its driver leave the driveway.

“I got you, lil’ spark.” Sabo says, eyes on the vehicle until it’s out of sight. “Let’s get you down for a rest. I promise -,” he adds quickly before you can say anything. “That I will wake you up for tonight.”

“Thank you.”

#just like fire #portgas d ace #x reader #portgas d ace x reader #reader insert

[contritecactite]

hi elle it’s theparanoidandroid on ao3 (biggest fan)

i’m here because i have no one to ramble to about good omens, but this question has been eating at me all day: who does aziracrow main in mario kart?

i think the obvious choice for aziraphale is peach, since she’s been an honorary gay icon since the 80s. she’s also soft, blonde, and perceived as a little ditzy, but can totally fucking WRECK SHOP and Kick Your Ass with a golf club or umbrella or literally just a frying pan.

crowley, though…i think adam invites him to play games with him (he pretends he’s never played mario kart before, but is actually cracked) and he insists he plays bowser—big scary fire-breathing lizard and all that. but in reality, he’s absolutely a rosalina main—tall awesome space lady whose duty is to protect the cosmos and the stars.

idk i need them to play video games! ty for listening and stoking the flames of my gomens fixation

p.s. muriel mains toad

Bahaha hello! I was thinking not too long ago that I wish I had a good excuse to make them play games, so this is perfect. Unfortunately, I can't remember what game I was thinking of at the time.

OK, first, this is all so so valid, but I must beg you to consider Crowley and the tire iron, which means they fight over who gets to be Peach before Rosalina shows up (and sometimes after, too, just for tradition's sake). Crowley has more fun coming up with reasons why Aziraphale should feel connected to all of the other characters ("I'm just saying, angel, Wario's mustache looks awfully familiar—") than he does actually playing. This is partially because if there's a way to cheat, Aziraphale's doing it and saying annoying things like "evil always sows the seeds of its own destruction" as if he didn't just use a minor miracle to get a perfect run.

Hard agree that Crowley will lie and say, "Bowser, duh" if ever asked by anyone else. Also, Aziraphale will say things ranging from "I've never even heard of such a thing as a video game. What did you expect?" to "I simply cannot get used to these new controllers. You'll have to be patient with me" if he actually abides by the rules and loses.

I buy "Muriel mains Toad" but only in the sense that Toad's their default choice if someone starts putting pressure on them to "pick a character already!!" I think they like to make sure every character gets chosen in equal amounts and spend a lot of time quietly trying to prove that everyone "has been resting on Dry Bones. Is that the right phrase?"

Also not that anyone asked but I think Aziraphale's pathway to this might have been: correspondence chess, then online tournaments, then other simple games with PvP or tournament aspects (he likes to win especially if it means someone else loses OK alskjdf), and then Crowley got tired of him devastating humans and then feeling bad about it ("I didn't know their perfect record mattered for their scholarship!! What am I supposed to do now? Start losing on purpose? That's dishonest.") and introduced him to tactics games. Then tactics games started having too much plot and dialogue and character development ("This is not how the written word was meant to be displayed."), so they ended up with games where Crowley gets to Go Very Fast and Aziraphale gets to win and it works for them.

#answered #good omens #i thought about this for too long i think

[urmomnsuch]

Theory: The song “Reptilia” is a metaphorical depiction of one’s cycle of addiction. An internal monologue, “The Reptilian Spirit,” (a body-snatching demon) is used as an allegory about succumbing to one’s inner demon—hear me out…

•Brief Summary on Reptilians: The Demonology Of The Reptilian Spirit:

A reptilian is a marine spirit or demon that works and feeds on various energies for specific reasons. Reptilians feed on lustful, animalistic nature; sexual activity, hatred, envy, lies and fear—therefore, affecting specific areas of the human body causing aches, pain, nervousness, and body imbalance. A reptilian spirit resides in the vessels of those who’ve chosen to become a worker of iniquity, (immoral, unfair behavior) denying or rejecting repentance from their ways, (making excuses for their behavior/not taking accountability for their actions.)

“Reptilia” lyrics:

(Verse I)

He seemed impressed by the way you came in,

“Tell us a story, I know you’re not boring,”

I was afraid that you would not insist,

“You sound so sleepy, just take this, now leave me,”

(Pre-Chorus)

I said, please don’t slow me down if I’m going too fast,

You’re in a strange part of our town,

(Chorus)

Yeah, the night’s not over—you’re not trying hard enough,

Our lives are changing lanes—you ran me off the road,

The wait is over—I’m now taking over

You’re no longer laughing—I’m not drowning fast enough,

(Verse II)

Now every time that I look at myself,

“I thought I told you—this world is not for you,”

The room is on fire as she’s fixing her hair,

“You sound so angry, just calm down, you found me,”

(Repeat Pre-Chorus/Chorus)

• Imagine the lyrics as lines to a play—a dialogue between two characters that are actually one and the same. It’s an internal monologue, shifting back and forth between the voice of conscience, to the voice of ego.

•The opening line reads as a general observation, displaying a subtle hint of uncertainty to the way others perceive him.

•The second line is delivered by his ego, (“Reptilia”) encouraging him to enlighten others with charm to prove his self-worth.

•He starts to feel unwelcome, coming to the conclusion he hasn’t made a good enough impression. To salvage his dignity, he self-medicates to cope with his insecurity.

•Alcoholics can’t stop after only one drink. The pre-chorus is the voice of ego, justifying their consumption to oneself by concealing their lack of self-worth to override the unsettling state of their current mindset/situation.

•“Reptilia,” (the drunk alter ego) begins egging him on by encouraging him to self-destruct. Ego begins to taunt, and even belittle him(self.) “yeah, the night’s not over—you’re not trying hard enough.”

•Since he and his alter ego are one and the same, he refers to it as “our lives,” acknowledging that he is headed in the wrong direction because he has lost control of his addiction. He’s fully aware that his dependency has derailed his life—severing the path to future aspirations.

•At this point, “Reptilia” takes control. Too drunk to be bothered by his glaring faults, he drinks himself into oblivion, giving into his inner demon.

•Merging into the next verse, the riff from the intro starts to repeat the same pattern. It almost sounds like a “buzz,” signifying that the cycle has started again at the beginning.

•Ashamed with himself for succumbing to his ego, “Reptilia” convinces him that he is not the problem, but the circumstances that he cannot control, deflecting responsibility. (Something people struggling with addiction often tend to do.)

•Tensions grow in his relationship, (most likely over his substance abuse) which negatively impacts his self-esteem, feeding into his dark thoughts even more. Alluding that his partner is leaving, (presumably, without him) stirs unwarranted feelings of jealousy. Ignoring that his behavior is most likely causing the downfall of his relationship, he refuses to take any blame.

•”You sound so angry, just calm down, you found me,” read from the perspective of “Reptilia,” hits so much harder than if it were said by a significant other. Ego entices him with the comfort of dependency. It’s much easier to drink than it is to communicate how he feels. Instead of addressing his concerns about his relationship, he gives into the cycle instead.

•It exemplifies that his addiction has spread beyond an internal struggle—it’s impacting the lives of the people around him. Not only is he losing himself to his addiction, he’s losing the people around him—the ones he cares for the most.

—————

As much as I love the theory of the “reptilian brain,” I randomly thought of the body-snatching concept while looking at the cover art for the single—the 1981 arcade game, “Centipede.”

Since the title of the song isn’t “Centipede,” or even “Reptilian,” (which I saw was also a common theory about being “cold blooded”) I started thinking about the wild theory on Reptilian body-snatchers. I’m sure I’m wrong, but wanted to share my theory since no one else has seemed to think of it yet. I like listening to songs in different perspectives until I reach one that gives it a higher power, (I’m weird.) Personally, in this case, this song has been given a higher power now because of this thought.

Just wanted to share it—thanks for reading.

#jules2003 #jc 2003 #the strokes #reptilian #theory #music video #Reptilia #rof roomonfire #song interpretation

[roleplayfinder]

Space adventures: 3.O

Hello ladies, gents and fellow rpers. After having to take an unexpected but necessary break from the wonderful world of rping I’m ready to dive back into the waters of writing and make some amazing new stories with some new partners. I’ve been in the writing game for over ten years at this point and consider myself to be fairly experienced when it comes to rping. That being said, I do not require you to have decades of writing experience in order to rp with me. In fact all I ask for anyone thinking of reaching out to me is that:

-You write in third person past tense and have decent spelling and grammar. I’m not going to be put off by the occasional bout of typonese, but I’m definitely going to be put off by writing that I cannot read at all or by noticeable mistakes that are left uncorrected.

-You are capable of writing at least three well fleshed out paragraphs per response (this might change depending on what is going on in the rp at the time) with at least seven or more lines. One liners are a very strict no go for me.

-You can respond at least once or more per day. I do not mind what time during the day that response happens as life comes before rp and I do not want you skipping over important things just to get it done.

-You are 18+. I’m in my twenties and not comfortable rping with minors as my role plays contain NSFW themes and other mature content. Your characters are also required to be 18+ as well.

-You are comfortable with rping against (but not necessarily as) alien characters that aren’t technically just humans from other planets.

-You are capable of bringing ideas to the table, love to world build, adore talking about our characters and aren’t afraid to throw in a plot twist every now and then.

-You will let me know if you have any problems with the rp and work through them with me as well as let me know if you need to take a break or might be busy. I will make sure to do the same.

-You are looking for a long term rp. I want this to be something that spans for months, maybe even years. Not just a couple days or weeks.

-You are comfortable with both MxM and FxM romances. I have no preference as to which one we do.

-You have discord.

I also ask for you to please not godmod, control my characters or spam me with hey/are you there/when are you going to reply/etc.

I AM NOT THE RPER FOR YOU IF:

-You are looking for a fast paced/rapid fire/one liner/short term rp. These types of rp’s just do not hold my interest.

-You are not comfortable with rping with non-humanoid looking aliens. That means anything that may have/has fur, scales, fangs, claws, tails, feathers, the ability to walk on walls or climb ceilings, multiple limbs, etc. If you are not comfortable with aliens that may have one or more of the above traits then please do not reach out to me.

-You are not looking for a slow burn romance or you fade to black when it comes to smut. Slow burn romances are a requirement for all of my rp’s and I feel that skipping out on the smut means we miss the chance to write about very important moments occurring between the characters. To put it simply, smut is important to me. Neither romance or smut will take over the main story of course.

-You are looking for someone to play as a female main character. I only play male main characters and cannot be persuaded to do otherwise.

-You cannot reply more than a couple of times a week. I tend to lose interest/motivation if I don’t get a reply at least every other day.

-You don’t have discord. I rp only on discord because I like making servers to keep things organised, other platforms just don’t work for me.

-You are not interested in doing a sci-fi rp. I’m not looking to do anything that isn’t sci-fi so please do not waste my time to message me and ask if I’m interested in other genres.

With that out of the way, let’s get onto the ideas! Down below are the ideas that I’ve been hoping to write with someone. I’m open to brainstorming or mixing them together to create something new. Nothing is set in stone and I’m hoping to keep whatever plot we decide to do/make mostly fluid or free flowing, meaning that the entire course of the story isn’t entirely planned out at the beginning and we let the actions of our characters determine what happens next whilst occasionally planning what they next major plot point of the story is when we decide it’s time to fill our characters lives with even more drama.

First contact:

Whenever someone read a headline that spoke of how it was possible that alien life forms could very well be not that far beyond the few solar systems that the humans had managed to claim for themselves, many scoffed at the notion that there would actually be any sentient aliens out there who’d even want to interact with humans in the first place and continued to believe that such creatures only existed within the realm of fiction rather than reality despite the few clues found by space explorers that suggested otherwise. Little did anybody know, their extraterrestrial neighbours were much closer than they thought and were not keen on the idea of ever welcoming humans into their little corner of the universe. When a human ship is sent crashing through space and the only survivor ends up being found by an alien, the two species must Learn to put aside their differences in order to stop a war that no one can win from happening.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the alien, You will be playing the human survivor that they find.)

Taking over:

The lifespan of a captain could sometimes end up being tragically short. It was the captain who was supposed to be the first to jump into their starfighter and guide their crew to victory whenever their ship was under threat, It was the captain who was expected to always be able to know what decisions were the right ones to make in regards to the welfare of the crew and it was the captain who took an oath upon receiving the keys to their ship to never put their own life before someone else’s even when faced with the most difficult decision of all. When the much loved captain of the alliance ship Maelstrom loses their life after a mission gone wrong their second in command is the one who is chosen to take their place as the new captain despite the angry protests from some of the crew members. Will the new captain be able to follow in the footsteps of the one before them and lead the Maelstrom to success whilst earning the respect of the crew, or will the burden be too much to bear?

The kingdoms conquerer:

The right to wear a crown on one’s head without judgement was a birthright. The right to sit on a throne and command an army was something only blood could give. The right to a kingdom was something only a royal was supposed to have. Many had forgotten that the rights to ruling a kingdom could be earned by fighting until news of the old queen’s death spread through the fodrua quadrant like wildfire, with many fearing what the future would hold for them now that Malgor was under the control of an alien who had been deemed to be nothing but ruthless despite the fact that it was his right hand man who had dealt the final blow to ensure that there was no chance that the old queen would still be reigning by the time the fight was over. Whilst the few surviving members of the old royal family mourned their beloved queen a new king, who had been deemed to be a false king in the eyes of everyone but those who’d helped him, sat on his throne and laid his plans out for his future in front of him with the expectation that fate would not decide anything for him. Little did the new king know, fate had different plans that not even he could control.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new king’s right hand man. You can be a member of the old queen’s family, a knight, a commoner or someone else entirely.)

The mission:

Seven. Seven alliance ships had disappeared without a trace or been destroyed by unforeseen yet suspicious circumstances. Mining asteroid explosions, ambush attacks, ship failures, all unfortunate yet unpredictable occurrences that were happening far too frequently for anyone to be able to just comfortably sit back and go on with life. With tensions between the alien and human race at an all time high, the alliance itself was desperately trying to find a way to keep the peace without causing a panic. Eventually, a proposal was made. In an all time first since the end of the great alien/human wars, an alien would be chosen and sent to work onboard a human ship. This was considered to be a very large step given many planets were still hostile to one another and the rumours circulating about the missing ships were sparking some strong reactions from both sides but the alliance was desperate….and so was the alien they were planning to send onboard. For them, it was their last and only chance to start a new life and to put a difficult past behind them. Little did anyone know, the appearance of this newcomer was more than just the first step towards changing life as many knew it for the known galaxies.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new alien crew member who is sent to work aboard an alliance ship with a human captain and crew. You can play as anything from a regular crew member to the captain.)

Stowaway:

Life in the known galaxies was harder for some than it was for most. Whilst many people were able to live freely with little rules and regulations as to what they did, others were bound by law to follow a certain way of life. Most accepted their predetermined paths and did their best to stay out of trouble, whilst for others it was just that little bit harder to accept the way things were supposedly meant to be. Especially when things could go downhill very quickly if one happened to be on the wrong side of those laws. Whilst many people frowned upon ship jumping, the act of sneaking onboard a ship and hiding away from its occupants in order to travel, some people felt like it was the only way to reach their destinations when a fresh start to their life was in order. When a stowaway is caught trying to hijack a ship, will mercy be given? Or will they find themselves facing a new threat?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the stowaway. You will be playing the ship’s captain.)

Future defenders:

To anyone who’d graduated from The supernova space and military academy, the feelings were shared between everyone. The promise of freedom and the satisfaction of having managed to not flunk on the final exams that saw them earn a position on the alliance ships themselves was one of the highest achievements a cadet could earn. Now they got to experience the real deal first hand, some getting accepted into the jobs they’d dreamed of since their first year at the academy whilst others were put in a position where there was the chance to move up and an equal risk of being unlucky enough to move down. The one thing everyone enjoyed was the fact that their life was now somewhat less restricting than it had been prior but now was not the time to get slack. Now was the time to show just exactly what it was they’d learned and put it to the test, a now or never situation where everything they did was under the watchful eyes of their captain and superiors. The newest members of the space force were due to be deployed upon the Galactica, one of the most famous ships the galaxy alliance owned and flew, and no one would’ve known it yet but beyond the stars was where it really all began.

Changing ways:

As a royal, one could always predict how their life would pan out. A royal didn’t need to worry about working to provide money, food, clothes and a house over their heads given they were almost always born into a family with unfathomable amounts of wealth and servants that catered to their every need. Many people hated the idea that some people got to eat off a golden plate whilst they had to clean it. As a result, royals were not favoured amongst most people that roamed the known galaxies. Both parties scoffed at the idea of a royal ever being put in a position where they had to work. When a new crew member arrives in the form of a prince/princess from one of the most important royal families within the known galaxies, many start to panic that they will be replaced. Can differences be put aside for the greater good of the galaxies? Or will old rivalries surface?

(Important point of notice: you will be playing the prince/princess. I will be playing a crew member or the captain depending on what we come up with.)

Where no one dares go:

Life in the known galaxies was once a peaceful experience. Aliens and humans alike peacefully lived their lives knowing that they were safe and mostly free from criminal encounters under the protection of the planetary leaders that formed the United worlds galactic alliance. Nowadays, such hope that any of those so-called leaders would look up from the desks that they were busy counting their money on was nonexistent. If you weren’t a criminal or someone who knew how to play their cards, life got pretty tough. Criminals ruled the roost with an iron fist, many species had gone back to the old ways of thinking less than highly of one another and most simply believed that perhaps this was the way things were meant to be. As a new threat slowly creeps over the horizon, it’s up to two unlikely heroes to team up and go further than anyone ever has before.

Runaway royalty:

The life of a Royal was simple yet complex at the same time. They were weighed on hand and foot and never had to lift a finger to do anything provided there was a maid or servant nearby willing to do whatever task the royal had for them, yet they were also expected to grow into decent and respectable leaders who could rule a planet fairly without any struggles. Many royals were more than content to follow this regularly repeating path of effortless “destiny” that their ancestors had set them on……All but one it seems. When a prince/princess decides that there is more to life than just having someone else live it for them and leaves the safety of the castle walls and their planet, they find out just exactly how hard life in the known galaxies can be in a place where their status means nothing to those have to do what is necessary to survive in a galaxy that is much crueller than anyone dares to acknowledge.

(Important point of notice: you will be playing the prince/princess. I’ll be playing the character they run into.)

The price for freedom:

The number one rule for any criminal, whether they were a fearsome pirate, a smuggler with a tendency to shoot first and ask questions later or a wannabe thief who had yet to go beyond attempting to steal someone’s sandwiches without anyone noticing, was to never let themselves be put in a position where their freedom was at risk of being taken from them. Freedom was a gift that was not given on a whim to those who’d found themselves on the wrong side of the law with no intention of changing their ways and it was not something that came without a price on the rare occasions that it was offered to someone who had been on the path to a life where such a thing would never be granted. When one of the galaxies most feared criminals is finally captured and the alliance ship they are imprisoned on crashes after being targeted by a unknown organisation that is intent on taking over the universe itself, they are forced to work together with the only surviving crew member under the promise that they will be exempt from the punishment they once faced for their help. Will the promise be kept, or will it be broken in the worst way possible?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the criminal. You will be playing the only surviving crew member of the ship that captured them.)

Enslaved:

imagine living the life of one of the most successful people on the run that could exist. Galaxies trembled at your name. You and your crew swam in wealth and the going was good. Mutiny, sadly and sometimes not sadly, exists on its own accord. One person in particular reflected on this as they were forced to their feet. A collar attached to a chain and electromagnetic handcuffs prevented their escape as they stood for all those who cared to glance as they walked by in the market to see. No one wants to have their only life’s purpose be to serve another……only sometimes people don’t get that choice.

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Invasion:

March 18th in the year 6000 was the day that the humans had invaded nexus seven, a planet known for being the home of thousands of species of aliens that came from many different planets. The humans had clearly been planning the invasion for some time as they had come prepared and easily took out nexus seven’s defence forces after decades of war that had seen the humans emerge victorious. No one knows exactly why the humans sought to take nexus seven for their own even after all the years that have passed since that fateful day, many aliens believing this had simply just been the first step to the humans conquering the known galaxies one planet and one solar system at a time despite the fact that the invaders have made little progress in doing so. Attempts by the people of nexus seven to contact their allies on the outer worlds had ended in failure and any hope of someone coming to their rescue had long been lost. Surely there was no one who could save them now….at least that was what they thought.

Betrothed:

Long before other planets had even been discovered, and for far longer than anyone could truly remember, there had always been arranged marriages. Arranged marriages, or betrothals as they were more often called, consisted of pairing two people together and making them get married regardless of how they felt about one another in order to secure ties to another land or another planet for what many hoped would be forever. Political marriages benefited everyone but the married pair it always seemed. After all, no one could possibly be happy being married to a complete and utter stranger, could they? How does one who is betrothed build a life of love and prosperity when the one who bears the rings of their union is not the one who also bears their heart?

Last chance:

Criminals, ranging from wannabe thieves to true crime lords, have been around long before anyone had even thought of the idea of building a spaceship and go where no one had ever been before. They’re often cunning, tricky to catch and more often than not are clever at disguising themselves whenever those wanted posters come up. It takes true talent to be on the wrong side of the laws that had been made by those long gone and get away with it. When a criminal that has been giving the alliance a run for their money has finally been captured, they are given a second chance to redeem themselves by having to work alongside the crew of the ship that captured them and even aid them to defend the ship if the need arises. Will this be enough to encourage a change of heart, or will it be the downfall of the crew and the alliance itself?

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal, you will be playing as one of the crew members or even the captain of the ship.)

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading! If you are interested in rping with me please do not hesitate to reach out to me via email (I do not rp through email but I’m more than happy for it to be where we first introduce ourselves to one another before moving to discord) or discord. Please note that I am in the eastern australian time zone so it might be a while before I respond/accept any requests you send my way due to possibly being asleep or busy depending on what time zone you are in. When you reach out to me please tell me what idea you liked, why you liked it and any ideas you may have. Please also include a little introduction and tell me what your favourite food is so that I know you’ve read the whole ad. My contact information is down below:

My discord: tiberionwars

My Gmail: [email protected]

Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

#submission #eighteen and over #science fiction #science fiction roleplay #science fiction rp #oc #oc roleplay #oc rp #fantasy #fantasy roleplay #fantasy rp #royal #royal roleplay #royal rp

[findroleplay]

Space adventures: 3.0

Hello ladies, gents and fellow rpers. After having to take an unexpected but necessary break from the wonderful world of rping I’m ready to dive back into the waters of writing and make some amazing new stories with some new partners. I’ve been in the writing game for over ten years at this point and consider myself to be fairly experienced when it comes to rping. That being said, I do not require you to have decades of writing experience in order to rp with me. In fact all I ask for anyone thinking of reaching out to me is that:

-You write in third person past tense and have decent spelling and grammar. I’m not going to be put off by the occasional bout of typonese, but I’m definitely going to be put off by writing that I cannot read at all or noticeable mistakes that are left uncorrected.

-You are capable of writing at least three well fleshed out paragraphs per response (this might change depending on what is going on in the rp at the time) with at least seven or more lines. I want someone who is capable of matching the effort I put into my replies and isn’t afraid to spend time making something chock full of detail or go over the discord word limit when it comes to writing a response. One liners/very small or short paragraphs that lack detail are a very big no go for me.

-You can respond at least once or more per day. I do not mind what time during the day that response happens as life comes before rp and I do not want you skipping over important things just to get it done.

-You are 18+. I’m in my twenties and not comfortable rping with minors as my role plays contain NSFW themes and other mature content. Your characters are also required to be 18+ as well.

-You are comfortable with rping against (but not necessarily as) alien characters that aren’t technically just humans from other planets. I’m not looking to rp as a human main character regardless of what we end up doing so please keep this in mind.

-You are capable of bringing ideas to the table, love to worldbuild, adore talking about our characters and aren’t afraid to throw in a plot twist every now and then.

-You will let me know if you have any problems with the rp and work through them with me as well as let me know if you need to take a break or might be busy. I will make sure to do the same.

-You are looking for a long term rp. I want this to be something that spans for months, maybe even years. Not just a couple days or weeks.

-You are comfortable with both MxM and FxM romances. I have no preference as to which one we do.

-You have discord.

I also ask for you to please not godmod, control my characters or spam me with hey/are you there/when are you going to reply/etc.

I AM NOT THE RPER FOR YOU IF:

-You are looking for a fast paced/rapid fire/one liner/short term rp. These types of rp’s just do not hold my interest. I’m also not looking for anything that isn’t a 1x1 rp (group rp’s are just not my thing) and I do not double.

-You are not comfortable with rping with non-humanoid looking aliens. That means anything that may have/has fur, scales, fangs, claws, tails, feathers, the ability to walk on walls or climb ceilings, multiple limbs, etc. If you are not comfortable with aliens that may have one or more of the above traits then please do not reach out to me.

-You are not looking for a slow burn romance or you fade to black when it comes to smut. Slow burn romances are a requirement for all of my rp’s and I feel that skipping out on the smut means we miss the chance to write about very important moments occurring between the characters. To put it simply, smut is important to me. Neither romance or smut will take over the main story of course.

-You are looking for someone to play as a female main character. I only play male main characters and cannot be persuaded to do otherwise.

-You cannot reply more than a couple of times a week. I tend to lose interest/motivation if I don’t get a reply at least every other day.

-You don’t have discord. I rp only on discord because I like making servers to keep things organised, other platforms just don’t work for me.

-You are not interested in doing a sci-fi rp. I’m not looking to do anything that isn’t sci-fi so please do not waste my time by messaging me and asking if I’m interested in other genres. I am also not currently interested in doing anything that isn’t one of the ideas I have listed.

With that out of the way, let’s get onto the ideas! Down below are the ideas that I’ve been hoping to write with someone. I’m open to brainstorming or mixing them together to create something new. Nothing is set in stone and I’m hoping to keep whatever plot we decide to do/make mostly fluid or free flowing, meaning that the entire course of the story isn’t entirely planned out at the beginning and we let the actions of our characters determine what happens next whilst occasionally planning what they next major plot point of the story is when we decide it’s time to fill our characters lives with even more drama.

Taking over:

The lifespan of a captain could sometimes end up being tragically short. It was the captain who was supposed to be the first to jump into their starfighter and guide their crew to victory whenever their ship was under threat, It was the captain who was expected to always be able to know what decisions were the right ones to make in regards to the welfare of the crew and it was the captain who took an oath upon receiving the keys to their ship to never put their own life before someone else’s even when faced with the most difficult decision of all. When the much loved captain of the alliance ship Maelstrom loses their life after a mission gone wrong their second in command is the one who is chosen to take their place as the new captain despite the angry protests from some of the crew members. Will the new captain be able to follow in the footsteps of the one before them and lead the Maelstrom to success whilst earning the respect of the crew, or will the burden be too much to bear?

New recruit:

Whenever talks about potentially receiving some new crew members came around it wasn’t uncommon for people to get a little bit crazy. Not everyone hated the idea of seeing a new face or two running around given it meant that there could potentially be less tasks for them to do before they got to clock out for the day, but that didn’t mean they were exactly okay with the idea that their job was potentially at risk of being handed to someone else if the captain decided that they were no longer performing at the required standards. Many of the current crew members took great pleasure in reminding any newcomers about their place on the ship and weren’t afraid to use their rank to get away with a little less than friendly behaviour when it came to doing such things to the point where it was often an unspoken rule amongst the other crew mates to not interfere with the “initiation” process lest the wraith be turned upon them instead. When the “initiation” process itself stopped depended on when the captain finally cared enough to intervene. When a new recruit arrives in the form of a previous high ranked person who was stripped of their title for insubordination, chaos of an entirely different kind takes hold.

The mission:

Seven. Seven alliance ships had disappeared without a trace or been destroyed by unforeseen yet suspicious circumstances. Mining asteroid explosions, ambush attacks, ship failures, all unfortunate yet unpredictable occurrences that were happening far too frequently for anyone to be able to just comfortably sit back and go on with life. With tensions between the alien and human race at an all time high, the alliance itself was desperately trying to find a way to keep the peace without causing a panic. Eventually, a proposal was made. In an all time first since the end of the great alien/human wars, an alien would be chosen and sent to work onboard a human ship. This was considered to be a very large step given many planets were still hostile to one another and the rumours circulating about the missing ships were sparking some strong reactions from both sides but the alliance was desperate….and so was the alien they were planning to send onboard. For them, it was their last and only chance to start a new life and to put a difficult past behind them. Little did anyone know, the appearance of this newcomer was more than just the first step towards changing life as many knew it for the known galaxies.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new alien crew member who is sent to work aboard an alliance ship with a human captain and crew. You can play as anything from a regular crew member to the captain.)

One unit, one goal:

When someone was part of a team, it felt like the people who fought beside them were all that really mattered. They cried on each other’s shoulders. They cheered each other on. They were there for each other through thick and thin. Most of the pilots who served under the galactic alliance were pretty tight knit with one another, meaning the pain of loss was worsened whenever such a tragedy struck. When a member of one of the alliance’s top intergalactic defence force teams loses their life during a search and capture mission that had gone wrong a new pilot is sent in as a replacement. As they struggle to find their place amongst people that seem to have no intention of moving on from their loss, a new threat slowly begins to rise with the intention of causing chaos and destruction on a scale that no one has ever seen before.

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the new pilot. you will be playing as a member of the team they’re joining.)

No easy way out: It was very rare for those who believed that their sole purpose in life was to reign terror and destruction upon those who dwelled within the known galaxies to take prisoners, even more so when said prisoner actively tries to fight back against their captors rather than quietly submitting and accepting their fate, and allowing them to live despite the trouble they cause. When a lone spacer is attacked by a captain who leads a crew of fairly notorious criminals that have been seen on more than just a couple of ruined wanted posters they are given one of two options to choose from: serve alongside them as a part of their crew in exchange for being allowed to live, or be left to face the vast depths of space alone in a ship that would soon become their tomb due to the state of disrepair it was in. Will the spacer accept their fate? Or will they take their last stand right there and then?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the captured spacer. You will be playing the captain of the criminals.)

Stowaway:

Life in the known galaxies was harder for some than it was for most. Whilst many people were able to live freely with little rules and regulations as to what they did, others were bound by law to follow a certain way of life. Most accepted their predetermined paths and did their best to stay out of trouble, whilst for others it was just that little bit harder to accept the way things were supposedly meant to be. Especially when things could go downhill very quickly if one happened to be on the wrong side of those laws. Whilst many people frowned upon ship jumping, the act of sneaking onboard a ship and hiding away from its occupants in order to travel, some people felt like it was the only way to reach their destinations when a fresh start to their life was in order. When a stowaway is caught trying to hijack a ship, will mercy be given? Or will they find themselves facing a new threat?

(Important point of notice: I will be playing the stowaway. You will be playing the ship’s captain.)

Enslaved:

imagine living the life of one of the most successful people on the run that could exist. Galaxies trembled at your name. You and your crew swam in wealth and the going was good. Mutiny, sadly and sometimes not sadly, exists on its own accord. One person in particular reflected on this as they were forced to their feet. A collar attached to a chain and electromagnetic handcuffs prevented their escape as they stood for all those who cared to glance as they walked by in the market to see. No one wants to have their only life’s purpose be to serve another……only sometimes people don’t get that choice.

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the slave/servant. You’ll be the master/mistress.)

Across a sea of stars: Although they’d abandoned their less than humble watery origins well before the first spaceship had even been invented, Pirates were believed to be one of the biggest threats that anyone could encounter within the known galaxies. Those who were brave enough to attempt to navigate through the vast starry seas of space without a small fleet rallied behind them would often meet their fate at the hands of the bloodthirsty buccaneers whose lust for wealth and power had completely overtaken their ability to feel remorse for their actions. Any twinges of guilt that did attempt to surface were often easily washed away by consuming vast amounts of alcohol and then drunkenly brawling with other members of the crew during the celebratory dinners that came after a successful day of looting or the claiming of another captain’s ship as their own. When a ship is captured by the most feared pirate of all after accidentally flying into their territory and the crew fearfully plea for their lives, fate decides to take matters into its own hands in a most unexpected way. (Important point of notice: I will be playing the pirate captain. You will be playing as a member of the crew they’ve captured.)

Last chance:

Criminals, ranging from wannabe thieves to true crime lords, have been around long before anyone had even thought of the idea of building a spaceship and go where no one had ever been before. They’re often cunning, tricky to catch and more often than not are clever at disguising themselves whenever those wanted posters come up. It takes true talent to be on the wrong side of the laws that had been made by those long gone and get away with it. When a criminal that has been giving the alliance a run for their money has finally been captured, they are given a second chance to redeem themselves by having to work alongside the crew of the ship that captured them and even aid them to defend the ship if the need arises. Will this be enough to encourage a change of heart, or will it be the downfall of the crew and the alliance itself?

(Important point of notice: I’ll be playing the criminal, you will be playing as one of the crew members or even the captain of the ship.)

Betrothed: Long before other planets had even been discovered, and for far longer than anyone could truly remember, there had always been arranged marriages. Arranged marriages, or betrothals as they were more often called, consisted of pairing two people together and making them get married regardless of how they felt about one another in order to secure ties to another land or another planet for what many hoped would be forever. Political marriages benefited everyone but the married pair it always seemed. After all, no one could possibly be happy being married to a complete and utter stranger, could they? How does one who is betrothed build a life of love and prosperity when the one who bears the rings of their union is not the one who also bears their heart?

To those who have made it this far, thank you for reading! If you are interested in rping with me please do not hesitate to reach out to me via email (I do not rp through email but I’m more than happy for it to be where we first introduce ourselves to one another before moving to discord) or discord. Please note that I am in the eastern australian time zone so it might be a while before I respond/accept any requests you send my way due to possibly being asleep or busy depending on what time zone you are in. When you reach out to me please tell me what idea you liked, why you liked it and any ideas you may have. Please also include a little introduction and tell me what your favourite food is so that I know you’ve read the whole ad. Anyone who simply sends “hey I saw your ad and was interested!” Or some variation of that without an introduction will be ignored, simply sending me your favourite food will not work either as I use introductions to not only get to know the person I’m writing with a little bit and see if we click but to help break the ice a little bit and get the conversation going. My contact information is down below:

My discord: tiberionwars

My Gmail: [email protected]

Can’t wait to rp with anyone interested!

#rp #roleplay #oc rp #original rp #fandomless rp #sci fi rp

[latibvles]

LYRIC PROMPT LIST.

with the enabling of @thoughpoppiesblow … have this prompt list of 40 lyrics from my writing playlist. not necessarily dialogue prompts (but can be used as such, if that’s your thing), change the pronouns as needed, and it’s in the same order as the playlist itself.

you know how i get when i’m wrong.

when does a man become a monster?

the smell of your hair reminds me of her feet.

you gave away the things you loved and one of them was me.

can you distract me from all the disaster?

i’m in love with a boy I know / but that's a feeling I can never show.

it used to be easy / now you can't even look me in the eye.

you think He made you wrong / I think you give Him way too much credit.

god rest my soul, I miss who I used to be.

say it like you mean it with your fists for once.

you’d turn it on for everyone you met.

you know that i can’t do this on my own.

more and more, every inch of me is holding on.

everything you lose is a step you take.

touch me like nobody else does.

jumped in feet first, and i landed too hard.

as the world comes to an end, i’ll be here to hold your hand.

i can’t remember a single real thing about you.

will you have me or watch me fall?

that should be the end of it but i never know when to stop talking.

good days only serve as relief again.

the gateway to the world was still outside the reach of him.

sometimes i wish i were dead, at least then i’m with you.

if i let go, would you hold on? would we fly?

reckless but honest words leave out my mouth / like kerosene on a flame of doubt.

wasn’t a fighter 'til somebody told me i had better learn to lean into the punch.

i wanted to see the world through your eyes until it happened.

let’s paint the picture of the perfect place.

on a school night i’ll be outside your front door.

doesn’t matter 'cause it's enough to be young and in love.

a feeling comes so fast and I cannot control it / i’m on fire, but I'm trying not to show it.

so i can find someone to rely on? / and run to them, to them

but we could let the light illuminate these hopeless places.

you looked back at me once / but i looked back two times.

oh baby, just leave the scent of your cologne.

cause i don't wanna be in love with another / even in another life.

oh, and to tell you is too scary / so i’ll just say something else.

so tell me when you’re gonna let me in.

i hate to be right, please tell me i’m wrong.

you’ve begun to feel like home.

#writing prompts #writeblr #prompt list #fanfiction prompts #writing prompt #lyric prompts

[aloevera-o]

Who Is Indigo

Chapter I

She grunts in frustration, “WHY CAN’T I DO THIS, I am literally the Monarch's Granddaughter!” She stares at a rabbit trapped in a cage.

Can you understand me?!?!

Rabbits are known as the easiest animal to communicate with. Most powers manifested around age 8 but she was double that.

“Take a break and sit at the beach with me. It will happen when it happens.” Her best friend calls from outside her window.

“Easy for you to say you have your powers, I don’t Lilax.” She shouts.

“Well,” Indigo “You yelling at me won’t make it come faster,” Lilax shouts back.

“OKAY, I’m coming just a sec,” She tells him. She changes into swimwear, leaving her pet rabbit, and goes with Lilax to the beach.

Together they splash around, throw sand at each other, and lay in the sand. Indigo sighs.

“What’s up?” Lilax asks her.

“My back just aches, I’ll be fine.”

They watch the sunset and walk back to their homes only 200 feet apart. Indigo lives in a large home with her grandfather, whereas Lilax lives in a cozy townhome. They slowly drift off to sleep

Waking up Indigo felt strange. Tired she waddled over to her mirror. Looking at her.. SHE HAD WINGS??!! No, that wasn’t right, only Monarch’s were supposed to have wings. She felt frantic causing her to flap her wings. She really had… “Uh, uh, achoo!” Flames were sent shooting from her mouth frying her favorite plant. No, no she loved that plant, she dumps half a glass of water to put it all the way out. She shakes her hands at the poor plant and it suddenly grows to three times the original size knocking the rest of the glass of water off the desk. She goes to catch the glass and it becomes suspended in mid-air. She takes a breath and then hears,

“What was that?” A sarcastic voice said, causing her to drop the glass and turn. “It’s me dumb dumb, the rabbit you have been trying to talk to for the past 4 years.”

“I-I don’t know, I just, how-”

You don’t have to talk out loud for me to understand.

Oh, can you hear a l l my thoughts?

No, just the ones you want.

Okay. Wellfireisforthosethatliveinthedesert waterisforthoseintheswamp andplantsarefortheforest.

Just a little slower thoughts for me yea?

Fire. is. For. people. In. the. Desert.

Little faster

Water is for people in the swamp, and plant growth is for those in the forests.

Aaannnddd. What do you want me to do about it, I’m a Rabbit.

Right.

Indigo wraps her wings tightly in a blanket and dashes out of her room to find her grandfather. She storms into the family room, where he is cooking salmon on a fire.

“What's wrong Inky?!”<Really embarrassing nickname he has for her]

Indigo yanks the blanket off her wings, revealing them to her grandfather. He quickly grabs the blanket wrapping it around her. Nearly throwing her into his room she lands on the bed.

The grandfather vocalizes “Listen, you cannot show anyone those wings, they will freak out. They are only supposed to appear after the monarch ritual, it will be new to people and possibly dangerous.”

Indigo meekly whispers, “What about…Having all the powers?”

“WhAt?! How is that even.! You cannot show anyone, if the other clans hear of any possibility they will come to exile, or worse KILL you! You cannot go out until you gain complete control, even then you would have to hide your wings.”

She begins to sob, she has wanted this for so long, and now it’s here she can’t even enjoy it. She is so frustrated and angry. She feels as if she can sleep in her bed and never wake up. Her grandfather sees her pain and tries to comfort her, but she feels that she will explode. She sprints for the door and runs out of their house. She sprints as fast as she can, if no one can see her she doesn’t want to be around anyone. She sprints until she can’t see the village, putting nearly 5 miles between her and the village. She realizes she has crossed into forest territory, and now she is turned around the trees all looking the same.

“No, no, no, no, I’m going to get in so much trouble, I have to go back. But, where is back?”

She starts to walk quickly in one direction, unsure if she is getting closer or further. Soon she was bound to stumble into someone sooner or later.

Get back here Indigo, someone is going to see you. Her grandfather telepathically declares to her.

No, at least I won’t be stuck inside for the rest of my puny life. She rejects.

I am not asking.

NO! She throws him out of her mind. She had never been able to do that before. However, with her newfound power, she was easily able to.

She wandered around for at least 7 hours feeling like she was walking in circles. She is frustrated, hungry, and thirsty. She was about ready to quit and yell, hoping someone would hear, and tell her the way out. They couldn’t possibly take a 16-year-old kid captive.

She spots a clearing, with A POND! She could drink water. She attempts to use her newfound powers to cleanse the water she drank. Unsuccessful. She found a nearby moss and used that to filter the water instead. She quenches her thirst quickly drinking the water.

“HEY, Who are you? What’s your clan?” Someone shouts from across the field. Indigo looks up taking in their features, the short brown hair, and pointed ears, unlike her fluffy ones. He was wearing overalls, and before she could think of much else vines were sent at her at a frightening speed. She bolts away, running quickly, contemplating the thought of turning around, and being captured instead of endlessly wandering the forest. Her mind is changed when spiked vines appear in front of her. She veers left.

“STOP! Please, watch-” The person shouts. Indigo ignores them running faster, glancing behind, the person is running 20 feet away. Suddenly the ground disappears from her feet as she runs off a cliff. Leaves appear at the bottom created by the person chasing her. Indigo spreads her wings flapping, stopping her 5 feet above the leaves. She moves upward, getting a feel for the wings she had never used. As she clears the treetops through a small gap in the canopy. She sees a river, one way leads to tall mountains, where tales are told of vicious beasts, and the other way leads to sand. That way should lead to the Desert City, she has heard about it but never allowed to leave the grass area.

She heads toward the sand due to the preference of people over vicious beasts. She flies for what she could estimate to be one and a half hours. Soon she structures, not just one structure. The desert city was one structure, all connected with open alleyways and roofed ones. There were holes in the roof every 30-60 feet. She flies to the nearest opening, landing in an empty hallway.

Indigo walks down the hallway to a door, she opens it cautiously, finding a room lit by fire and chains along the walls, appearing to be a cell. Tapestries were lined up in the center of the room creating a pentagon. She walks to the right and sees a person causing her to jump back.

“I saw you,” he says, then waits a few seconds. “I’m not going to tell anyone, they got me chained here.” Indigo steps into view of the guy and his eyes go wide. The guy appears to be about 22.

“Why are you chained?” She demands.

“Crossing the borders without a pass, by the looks of it you better skedaddle or you’ll get chained too.” They both hear steps approaching. “Get up between the tapestries, and hide.”

Indigo flies quickly up into the tapestries, barely grabbing onto the one far to the door before someone walks in. The guy pretends to be sleeping, snoring loudly.

“CLEAR!” Someone shouts after looking down the room for a few seconds. Slamming the door behind them. Indigo drops down.

“My name is Crimzon, by the way. You look a bit tired. They probably won’t check the room again, but you can nap between the tapestries. I’ll wake you when it is dark so you can get out of here.” The guy states.

“Okay, I’m Indigo, I’m kinda lost,” She replies.

“Where are you trying to go?”

“Grass clan.”

“ There is a river that runs right next to here, go upriver, and you will pass into the forest area, it will fork with a small creek. Go left up the creek. You will get to the grass area. If you want to get to the town, keep going until another part merges, then head downriver, follow that and it will go right past the town.”

“Thank you.”

“Your welcome, my pleasure to help a fellow criminal.” He says with a smile.

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