#and with every broken bone we'll swear we lived

[sezja]

Febuwhump Day 3: "Bite down on this"

Fandom: Final Fantasy XIV

Characters/Ship: Sanson Smyth/Guydelot Thildonnet

Triggers/Content warnings: Broken bones

"That doesn't look good, Chief."

"No," Sanson manages, through gritted teeth. The arm is broken; of course it is - he'd felt it, the same blow that snapped his lance. Had Guydelot been but a second later with the arrow that pierced his attacker right through the eye, doubtless Sanson would be dead or dying.

As it is, they've been cut off from the rest of the unit, and from the Alliance's forces.

Dizzy, nauseous from the pain, Sanson sinks to his knees, cradling his limp arm in his good hand. Matron save us, he thinks; he's weathered worse injuries than this, and at a glance - admittedly a pain-blurred, hazy glance - Guydelot appears to have suffered only a few scrapes. A shallow cut oozes slowly on the bard's shoulder; it will need to be cleaned, but shouldn't need stitching. The rest of his wounds are superficial, and have already stopped bleeding...

That much Sanson notes, and no more, before his head begins to swim. He wants very badly to lie down... and knows full well that if he does, he may very well die here.

"Sanson," Guydelot says, hurrying to his side.

"I'll live." Blinking away the stars in his eyes, Sanson makes himself meet Guydelot's gaze. "Are we-"

The bard nods. "Safe. Or as good as, any road; the fighting's moving east. I reckon these were the last of the stragglers."

"Or... or a delayed scouting party, perhaps." His arm is all agony; it takes every ilm of his discipline to fight past it - to think of what matters; what must be thought of first. "The others?"

"No sign yet." Guydelot shrugs out of his own coat, tending to the wound on his shoulder. "They'll regroup with the rest of the Alliance, though, and meet up with us when they can."

Right. Right. Their orders, if they were... if they were separated...

"Chief!" Guydelot's hand on his good shoulder. Fear in his voice. Oh no. "Sanson. How bad is your arm?"

Bad enough. "Broken, I think."

Guydelot swears, kneeling in the mud beside him. Despite everything, it's a comfort to have him close; it's grounding - something kinder than the pain. "You're pale as a fish's belly," the bard says, trying for levity that doesn't quite dispel the worry in his eyes. "How bad's the break, d'you reckon?"

He focuses on breathing. On staying conscious; the pain wants him to sleep. "It... it was a clean break, I believe." I hope.

"We'd better set it, then."

"Set-" Sanson feels abruptly awake. "Guydelot-"

That familiar half-smirk; Guydelot's eyes twinkling with amusement despite... despite everything. "Aye, unless you mean to go on with a crooked arm. There's no telling when we'll meet back up with a healer."

"You could very well make it worse-"

"We learned to set broken bones in the Quiver."

"You-" That sounds nearly plausible. "You did?"

"They didn't teach you lot battlefield first aid?" Guydelot clicks his tongue, shaking his head with a deceptive lightheartedness he surely doesn't truly feel. "Lancers."

Sanson can stitch a wound, bandage cuts and scrapes - but setting a broken bone feels a touch beyond the expected expertise of the average soldier... and yet, he's never known Guydelot to boast in vain, nor to lie when their safety is on the line. If he trusts nothing else, surely he must trust Guydelot himself; when has the bard ever let him down?

He takes a deep breath. "This is going to hurt."

"Every second," Guydelot replies, quietly. "Sorry, Chief." He peels off his gloves, then, almost ludicrously, removes his belt. He holds the belt between his hands. "Bite down on this."

"I don't-"

"You'll clench your damn jaw so tight you'll shatter teeth or bite through your tongue. I know you." He lifts an eyebrow. "I've patched you up before, remember?"

A time or two, yes.

Recognizing the sense in it, Sanson yields, opening his mouth to let Guydelot tuck the thick leather belt between his teeth.

"It's not Fen-Yll, but it's good leather," Guydelot remarks, beginning the lengthy process of unbuckling and unfastening Sanson's heavy Adder coat. "You make sure to put a nice deep bite mark in it, eh? I know how hard you can bite-"

Sanson makes a disgruntled sound that owes nothing to pain.

"-so you'd better not hold back."

Removing his coat is a struggle, and Sanson nearly blacks out from the pain - he buries his face against Guydelot's throat, fighting the urge to scream; the worst is yet to come - he'll not shriek himself hoarse before the bard so much as begins attempting to set the bone.

"Easy, Chief. Easy." One strong hand cups the back of his head for a moment before sliding down to cradle his wounded arm; the other hand gently moves Sanson's coat down, guiding it as gently as possible over the break. Under his breath, Guydelot sings: a familiar song, one Sanson knows well; for healing and rejuvenation. Through the white-hot haze of pain, some of his anxiety eases.

Breathe, he tells himself. Concentrate on breathing.

Easier said than done.

Guydelot helps him lie down - a wise choice, Sanson thinks, as he's likely to faint a time or three - and carefully maneuvers his broken arm into a workable position-

And Sanson screams, sinking his teeth into the tough leather of the belt, fighting every instinct telling him to wrench himself out of Guydelot's grip.

"Easy," Guydelot says again, pinning Sanson's shoulder to the ground as best he can; in more ideal circumstances, they'd have more people to keep Sanson immobilized. In more ideal circumstances, none of this would be necessary.

"Remember the mountains of Dravania?" Guydelot begins gingerly feeling Sanson's arm, feeling for the break amidst the bruising. "After the fight with Celaine, you remember."

Sanson makes a strangled noise around the belt. He remembers very little beyond the pain at the moment.

"You'd gotten yourself all scratched up." He finds the break. Works at it - gently, for all the good it does; Sanson screams again, digging the fingers of his good hand deep into the earth. Guydelot pretends not to notice, though he's gone pale, as he continues, "I had to argue with you to get you to let me stitch you up. You were enough of a stubborn arse to think you'd do it yourself."

The pain is grinding and sharp, making red spots dance in front of Sanson's eyes. He thinks he loses consciousness.

"...wouldn't scream once the whole time," Guydelot says, carefully finishing his work, securing Sanson's arm in a makeshift wrap made of what appears to be the tattered remains of Sanson's own sleeve. He gently tugs the belt out of Sanson's mouth.

"Hells," Sanson manages, gazing miserably skyward, drained. "Guydelot..."

The bard studies the bite marks on his belt. "Not too shabby," he remarks... then uses the belt to secure Sanson's new sling, letting his arm rest comfortably against his chest. "Up you get." Guydelot helps him sit up, letting him lean heavily against the bard for support; Sanson isn't too proud to do so. His face is wet and his jaw is sore - he must have wept while he was screaming.

"Thank you," he says at last, weary. "The Matron knows when we'll see a proper healer, as you said."

Guydelot wraps an arm around his shoulders, holding him close, mindful of his injury. "Aye, well. Let's just see about making it through the night first, eh? Get some sleep, Chief. I reckon you've earned it."

#febuwhump #febuwhump2024 #febuwhumpday3 #sanson smyth #guydelot thildonnet #my writing #playing catch up aaaaaaa

[broke-art-girl]

"Lick It Up." By Broke_Art_Girl

(This is an gift to A_Tw1nky_Guy on AO3)

Fandom: Bones and All, Kiss (Band), Webkinz.

Summary: Lee gets hungry after hanky panky. He ends up coming home in a lot of pain. Reader comforts him and gets him some Webkinz and KISS merch.

Words: 3k+

Characters: Lee, Gender Neutral Reader (specifically did not say Y/N))

AO3 Link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/54960784

We sit cuddled up on the reclining sofa you bought after we.. broke the futon doing unholy things. Oops.. But you've kept asking for that position since, so…

“I wish this place had more of you in it.” You say out of the blue as we watch evening jeopardy and do aftercare.

Kissing and holding each other softly. Surrounded by each other's smells and warmth. I'm pretty tired, I figure I'll have to go find something in a day or two but I'm not too worried about it right now. I'm sure your tired too, so I keep good check on how much water your drinking and if you feel sleepy.

I chuckle. “My dirty boxers are all over the place, I think that's enough.”

I got a sharp punch to the arm about halfway through that sentence, but it was worth the blush on your face. “You know what I mean!” You hiss cutely.. I think it was meant to be harsh. “Other than your Webkinz collection, there aren't many signs that you live here.”

I sigh. Usually that's the point. Don't have a lot of stuff in case you have to bolt in the dead of night. I hate this but I still keep that old blow up mattress in my truck. Just in case something happens.

“Yeah. I just don't have much to put in here.” I say with the least amount of sadness possible in my voice.

“Well, we'll have to look for things you like when we go thrift shopping and yard saling. I bet a record player would be perfect right-” you drag it out, holding your thumb and index fingers up on both hands as if you were framing for a camera shot. “-there.”

You're focused on a small table under the mounted TV.

I nod. “It would.”

|✯|✯|✯|

Its 12am and all I can think of is Food.

Super sized burger combo? McFlurry? Fries at the bottom of the greasy bag?

No.

I want the server.

My head is foggy and my whole body feels like I'm on fire. My stomach is growling loudly.

I needed it. Flesh. Warm, bloody, human, flesh. I'm hungry.

And you're lying next to me.

I don't know what happened! It was fine hours ago, then all of a sudden, I felt like I hadn't eaten in months.

Sneaking out is always the hardest part. You're so sweet and understanding about my “condition” as we call it, but God bless you, you get so clingy every time I need to go.

“Lee?” You groan as I slowly slide my torso out from between your legs. I swear you treat me like a body pillow. I pretend to hate it but truth be told, it makes me feel wanted.

“Mhm?” I answer, hoping that you're sleep talking.

“Where you going?”

The tone of your little voice breaks my heart. “I'm hungry, I'll be back soon.” I whisper as I lay a hand on your arm over the old comforter. I felt like anything more would push me over the edge.

“Kiss?” You ask, practically beg.

I hate this part. The longing, the need, the lust, desire, and hunger that prevents all of it.

“I can't.” I mumbled through gritted teeth.

Usually I can give you maybe one or two pecks on the lips, every makeout session has to be broken up into little pieces, breaks in the bedroom. I have to make sure I'm careful with you.

“Oh..”

And my heart broke even more.

“I'll be back before ya know it, I swear, just go back to sleep.”

“Love you..” You whine, I can tell you're hoping that it will make me stay. But I can't.

“Love ya, too.” And as quick as I can I have my clothes on and shoes tied. It's only then that I notice one of my Webkinz on the floor. I quickly stoop low and grab him. A small husky I named, Bandit.

“Can you hang on to him for me? He keeps falling off the bed.”

You smile in the dim light. “Course.”

“Thanks.” I smile down at you. Yearning for that kiss I can't have.

I'm out of the room now, grabbing my pocket knife, phone, and keys to my old truck.

I hear you call for me right as I unlock the door. I quickly run back to our room. Well, your room, it's your apartment. I just live here...

“Yeah?” I ask.

“Be safe."

I smile to myself. “I will. Love ya.”

“Love you more!”

I chuckled. No way.

|✯|✯|✯|

My shoes kept sticking to the bottom of the sidewalk, I looked back to make sure there weren't any footprints left in blood. I can just imagine what I look like. The apartment security wont like that. God I feel sick to my stomach. I go around to the back of the apartment where there's a water hose. I use it to spray myself off as best as I can. The cold water and the pressure was like icicles stabbing into me all over.

I was soggy all over, my jeans causing me to chaf like balls all the way back into the apartment. I cringed at the feet squelching sound across the carpet and the puddle that dripped off me in the elevator.

After I snuck back into their apartment, being extra careful of the squeaky hinge, -God I need to spray some WD-40 on that thing, I keep forgetting.. Anyway! I creep to the bathroom under the mildly flickering streetlight. Dogs barked as the pipes rattled all the way down to the water heater in the boiler room. I hope they didn't wake you up. I'm sorry if they did, but I can't face you looking like this. Like a savage.

Excess blood that didn't come off with the hose dripped down my chin, sprayed across my abdomen. It's disgusting even to me, let alone the Non-Eater in the next room. I grabbed a black washcloth I stole from the salvation army.. sorry salvation army.

The Old spice you got me for Christmas always makes me feel.. normal.. somehow as it buffs away the gore I cause. You like the husky warm smell, and I like the attention you give me when I smell like that so that's a plus. I scrub everything away, making sure to take good care of my joints; under arms, neck, between my fingers, behind my ears, stuff like that. Cracks and runs in the skin where it could get stuck and dry. Especially in my nails.

I wash my hair with your shampoo, supposedly it's color saving somehow, I don't know. I just like the feeling it causes on my scalp. All bubbly and soft. It smells like you.

My stomach just keeps feeling worse and worse. I know eating junkies isn't the best thing to do, but nobody else was out at 12am. I've had to tough out many illnesses, thankfully the worst thing ive ever gotten is the flu.

Your name rings through my head the whole time. It's perfect. It's home. Even though you prefer a pet name; baby, honey, or the most heavily southern twanged version of darlin’ I've ever said, (and oh I love when you call me cowboy~) I like your name, your actual name, the best.

I heard the thudding of foot prints as the cramping almost folds me.

“Lee?”

“M-mhm.” I groan in discomfort.

“You okay?” That sweet little voice.

“Yeah, I'm alright, Darlin'”

I hear you get giddy, giggling and squealing in excitement, it distracts me for a moment as I smile.

“You hurt?” You ask.

“Nah, just a stomach ache.” I reply, starting to finish up.

I can see the outline of your pj's. My big ol hoodie that hits your body in just the right places to make you look like a little kid and a runway model at the same time. I remember days when that hoodie was the difference between just being cold and getting hypothermia for me on the road. I'm thankful I don't have to live like that anymore with you.

“I've probably just.. um..” I search for the vaguest word possible. “Food poisoning..??”

“Oh.. bad flesh?”

“Please,” I drag out the word. “-don't say that.” I shake my head, the warm water feeling less like a hug and more like tiny stabs. "That word should never come out of your mouth." I sigh.

You paused. “But, am I right?”

I give a deep sigh. “Yeah..” I say after a bit. The running water and small barking are the only sounds for a little. I feel like maybe you don't take this nearly as serious enough as I want you to. Like you think it's some kind of fantasy.

“Okay. Maybe tomorrow you can just rest.”

“Yeah, I gotta lay low for a bit. After.. you know-”

“-yeah.” You say as if it were nothing. “Well, I have work tomor-”

“-I'm gonna get a job too, don't worry, I just can't-”

“-yeah, right, I know.” You sigh.

We take turns trying to get a word in over each other until I'm clean. Probably twice as clean as anyone in a hazmat suit. I hop out, covering my semi chaffed junk and smirking because I know how you think. I think the same way.

I wrap a towel around my waist and immediately begin scrubbing my teeth. Pre-rinse, Brush, Listerine, Floss, everything. All while feeling like I’m gonna vomit any second.

You give me small light kisses on the hand that's gripping yours as we walk to the bedroom. You insist I lie on the side you usually sleep on, because it's warm, so I do because I don't feel like arguing. I wrap my arms around you and you do the same, nuzzling into my chest. You try to help me feel better, offering me pain killers that grew too weak when I was like.. nine, cigarettes, and eventually give up.

“I just wanna sleep.” I whine, holding the cramping spot on my stomach.

“No cigarettes? Wow you must be really sick.”

I chuckle. I do need to quit, road jitters aren't the best. And a pack only lasts me a week nowadays. “Yeah. Like I said. Food poisoning.”

“I understand.”

“Good.” I say as I pull you close. You take your hand and start rubbing circles on my abdomen. I grunt and groan as you hit sore spots but all in all it feels good.

After the bite of quietness we both took, I whisper, “I'm glad I have you.” as you keep rubbing.

“I'm glad I have you, too.” You whisper.

You cuddle and nuzzle my chest and face as I get tired. My eyes get heavy and I start to slowly pant after the pain gets a little bit worse until finally it calms a bit. After more kisses to my cheeks and eyelids, I'm finally able to nod off, uncomfortably.

|✯|✯|✯|

The next morning I wake up and you're at work, I assume. I feel a hanger pressed under my thigh. I smile as I take it away and bring it up to scratch my back with. Then I chuck it across the room in the pile of clothes you went through before picking whatever you wore. I'll just have to see this evening. I go to sit up and immediately fall back to the mattress. My stomach aching all the same as it was hours ago.

I groan, holding myself. I raise the sheets and look for a plushie, any plushie. Something I can hug for comfort. I can't just white knuckle my way through it this time. I’ve gotten some serious virus or something. I don't Google it though. I don't wanna be convinced I'm dying before I really am.

Finally I see one on the floor. Ugh. I reach down painfully and pick them up, holding them to my chest and gasping as I feel a little of last night's dinner digest. It hurts a lot, but all of a sudden, the pain fades.

Probably a bone. I suddenly thought. They could hurt like this.

I sigh thankfully. My guts are still sore from (probably) being scraped around by a finger or something, but whatever it was hit my stomach acid and like magic, it was defeated. I lay still, hurting. Until my bladder said he needed attention. Now!

I sat up and tasted blood in my usual acid reflux. Yep definitely a bone.

I waddle to the toilet, flip up the lid and piss a big ol piss. I close the lid and flush, washing my hands with the bath and body soap you bought for this month's “holiday.” I've told you a million times. “They're smoking crack and taking your money.” but truth be told… It does smell good. I like the little kitty cat sanitizer you put on my keychain. It smells like eucalyptus.. and sometimes it helps me not be so stressed. When I see it, I think of you.

After I wash my hands I go to get a fancy bottle of water from the fridge door. Fiji? Feejee? Feje? Fi-jeez. I got a Fij-headache. I guzzle some of it and plop down on the couch grabbing the remote on the table. Suddenly I hear;

Yeah yeah!

Don't wanna wait till you know me better!!

I let out a frightened yelp. Where the hell is that coming from?!

Let's just be glad for our time together!!

I look down at the remote in my hand. Not the TV remote. Yamaha? What's that??

Life's such a treat and it's time you taste it!!

I agree, Paul Stanley and Gene Simmons, but why are you in my house?! I turn around and around looking for a speaker or anything.

There ain't a reason on earth to waste it!

It aint a crime to be good to yourself!

Oh, investigations can wait, I can't help but sing;

"Lick it up!! Lick it up!! U-U-UP!"

"Lick it up!! Lick it up!! U-U-UP! Oo yeah!"

As the chorus plays out I burst into the bedroom and grab all my Webkinz, I grab your hair brush. Setting them down on the couch and rushing back to “the stage” just in time to catch the next verse.

Don't need to wait for an invitation!!

"Da nuh nuhh. Da nuh nuhh."

You gotta live like you're on vacation!!

"Da nuh nuhh. Da nuh nuhh."

There's something sweet you can't buy with money!!

"Lick it up, woo, lick it up!"

It's all you need, so believe me, honey!! It ain't a crime to be good to yourself!!

Then as I'm getting ready to start the chorus, the music stops. I let out a loud groan, only now remembering that I didn't put it on. I finally see the little box sitting on the table under the TV. I walk over to it and see a hoodie and a note.

“Here's to my little cowboy. I love you, I hope you feel better. I'm out getting your other gifts, so jam out.”

And your name written right at the bottom. In your unique little scribbling.

I just die a little inside. And get hard.. but that's not the point

Yamaha is printed on what looks like a record player, sitting right where you wanted it. A hoodie with the Lick it up album photo on it. I look at the tag and see it's my size. I immediately throw it in the wash with a couple other things so I can wear it as soon as possible.

What else could top this.. I wonder. About this time you walk in the door.

“Lee! I'm home!”

I rush out from the laundry room and wrap you in a big hug. “Mhh! I love it!!”

“Aw, I was hoping I could see your fac-”

“Wait, why are you home? It's like 2pm, you don't get off till 5pm at least.”

“Well, I got off early after I saw some stuff on Facebook marketplace. I wanted to get it for you and the seller wasn't available after 2pm.”

You hand me three Walmart bags. Eatch one is filled to the brim with Webkinz plushies. Each one is one I don't have. They all have their codes and they are in perfect condition. As I'm sitting there in shock taking them all out of the bags, you hand me what looks like a picture frame of the Lick It Up album cover.

“Oh my God!! Wow, thanks, you didn't have to."

"I know but I wanted to."

"I could have just hung the record sleeve. I mean you got me all these Webkinz!!”

“Oh no, this is not an album sleeve. Look closer.” You say in a teasing way as you point to something in black ink.

Signatures.

Paul Stanley. Gene Simmons. Eric Carr. Vinnie Vincent.

“I got it for like a hundred bucks. I had to go pick it up. That's why I was gone.”

At this moment, I don't know why, but my body decided it was a good idea to scream at the top of my lungs like a little fangirl. And cry. Yes. Cry.

“Aw! Baby!” You coo at me as I sob happily, my knees buckling under me.

“T-t-tank you!!” I stutter like a child. All soaked with tears, hugging all my plushies and the frame. My heart is racing and I can barely breathe.

“You're welcome, cowboy.” You chuckle. “Feeling better?”

“M-m-mhm!!” I hum as I pepper a dozen kisses all over your face.

You giggle and kiss me deeply on the lips. “I'm glad. Now go put it on. Your fans are waiting.” You say as you wave your hand towards the Webkinz.

Immediately I ran over to the player and put the song back on seeing that it had skipped. That's why it stopped playing earlier. I put all the new Webkinz on the couch with the others and grab your hair brush ready to jump and dance around, belting my heart out until I've lost my voice. Then you join so I wouldn't sound quite so bad “on stage.”

After this, we may need a new bed.. ;)

#ao3 #fanfic #teen and up audiences #teen author #fanfiction #teen writer #bones and all #lee x reader #lee (bones and all) x reader #lee bones and all #lee #intentionally did not use (Y/N) #gender neutral reader #apartament #implied/referenced cannibalism #cannibalistic thoughts #blood and gore #cuddling & snuggling #webkinz #implied sex #aftercare #fiji water #kiss #kiss band #singing and dancing #pretending to be on stage #Lee being adorable #gift fic #mine #lick it up

[helluva-world-innit]

Late to the party but finally making an entrance is Envy Ring!

I'm sure you can see similarities between it and Greed which Levi is less than pleased about. Mammon swears he's just trying to give Hell's denizens a lively, entertaining place to spend their Souls/jewels and exploit their Sinners, not copying Envy's bright and alluring aesthetic. To be fair to him, Envy's light is largely bioluminescence whereas Greed must rely on the soul energy that flows into and around Hell from Sloth Ring (we'll get to that house of horrors when we get there). As such, Envy and Wrath Rings are the only ones to have natural light (biolum and lava). Go figure. Green is the main color here though it's not allowing me to photograph it properly. The windows in the palace are actually light green, not white. My gel pens did not want to cooperate and I think I gave up at that point too. Anyhoo, coral reefs were defs an inspiration for this place. As well as the deep sea and fish just being fish.

As is the case in the open Earth ocean...everything in Envy can and will fucking kill you (yes, that is a giant crab). From the flora to the fauna to the fucking ROCKS to the crushing pressure and scathing shade thrown by the Ringmaster or their Overseers, Delta and Ray, everything is designed to leave you bleeding for the sharks here. Even the few landmasses that dot the massive Ring aren't safe. Above the waves live horse-sized creatures that look like pelicans under an x-ray machine. The bone skimmers, as they are known, are notorious for attacking and eating any demons that come too far up to the surface. The rare tourist spot or transport station above the water have to have hounds patrolling around the clock to keep the hellish birds at bay. Naturally, everything is more expensive in Envy proper, where only those who can breathe the sulfuric water of Hell may dwell for any length of time. It is a place of privilege, beauty, and attitude. All of which has been cultivated by its Ringmaster, Leviathan (that big ol' tentacled thing by the palace? that's him playing peekaboo; like an iceberg, we just see the tip).

There is a natural current of soul energy that courses through Envy (crevice, bottom left-ish). Here is where many of the higher echelon of Envy live and work since it's a well-spring of power and very bright here. Named the Ring of Influence, it runs around the entire Ring like a smaller separate ring of Hell itself. The Ars Goetia who live here may as well be gods the lower hellborn are always vying for the attention of and Sinners know no peace if they happen to become entangled in the tendrils of this privileged and isolated kingdom. They form an entirely unique enslaved underclass here and Envy is the biggest generator of Broken Sinners in Hell as a result (we'll get to the Broken later too). The housing and such you can see in the background up there are where the middle-class worker bees live mostly. Also the occasional poor Hellborn or Sinner that would rather die (again?) than fall into the Ring of Influence where life could very well be worse for them depending who gobbles them up. It's like whalefall, I guess.

Now, the tubes. So Hell's got these elevators, right? Hell-evators, if you will. Well, most Rings hide or blend them in to the environment. Not Envy Ring. Demons can see exactly what part of Envy Ring they're traveling to or through thanks to the reinforced glass of the Hell-evators here. Naughty demons even break them sometimes as illustrated above. They have the tech to build a new one and do so, no problem. The general mindset here is 'yeah, we know you want what we have but you could never pull it off like us so die mad' even if every Envy citizen is a literal fish out of water in any other Ring they might travel to. Sure, they're someone that matters there, but would anyone in Gluttony give a shit? Or Pride? Hard to say.

Leviathan is cold, calculating and about the only being stronger than Lucifer in Hell. What stops these two from coming to blows like how Satan and Luci did all those millennia ago to decide who would rule Hell is Levi likes being behind the scenes. Anything that keeps God's attention off them and the prophecy to kill them and serve them up like sashimi to humanity is *chef's kiss*. While they question the decisions their king makes, they still have a frightful amount of respect and love for Lucifer and Satan...just not really anyone else. Including Charlie. Especially not Asmodeus, who is the youngest of the Sins by far.

Notable characters from this Ring are Nifty, Chaz and his family, Verosika, Alessio/the majority of Crimson's gang still, and Baxter. The Overseers of this Ring are the aforementioned eel twins, Delta and Ray. Also planning on doing a map view of this Ring later so I can paint a better picture of where everything is in relation to each other.

Up Next (though who knows when): Sloth Ring!

#hazbin hotel critical #hazbin redesign #helluva boss critical #helluva redesign #jack is wording again #7 levels of wtf #animals

[reachthezeneth]

NO CHEATING! you’re starring in a movie with the last person saved in your camera roll and the last song you listened to is the title. WHO/WHAT IS IT?

Honestly, this is gonna be my day dream material this week: me and the bros living life to the fullest ✨

Tagged by @fraaawst , thanksh yo! 💕

I am tagging @efe-uno, @landofnorris, @nathanieldewalde (I know Laura tagged you but still lol) and @hotdadlicense ❤️❤️❤️

#tag games #i saved the Franco brothers to show Laura who they were #but now i am glad i did bc i want an adventure with them #me and Dave have a 'will they or won't they' #then we end up liking the same girl #but we learn friendship throughout it #james is there to give us wise words that aren't wise #but in the end we learn to rely on ourselves and each other #and with every broken bone we'll swear we lived #lmaoooo this song was in my 'youre alive' playlist #it's the most amazing one #ok I'm done in the tags

[withcreamandsugar]

Stray | SeolA

🚬details: (M) reader mending a broken SeolA

🚬word count: ~3k

🚬a/n: hihi!! remember how i promised i wouldn't be gone long lmAO i swear my writing process is literally just a burst of h*rny energy every few months i'm so sorry. anyways i hope you enjoy this one, i've been hyperbolic time chamber training my writing (cringe) and i hope it shows. without further adieu...

*flick... flick... kshh..."

Rotting wood and melted plastic. Something else... maybe a hint of old leather boot? You had a faint idea as to what cigarettes tasted like just from the smell, but tasting it for yourself left an unbelievably foul bitterness in the back of your throat. You watch as the burning edge smolders on, a single ticking fuse out of the 20 in the pack in your pocket. Halfway ash at this point, you go in for another puff.

Ah, you got it. The haze of a boys locker room.

You stumble to the trash can to put it out, eager to replace the taste in your mouth with, say, old malt liquor or urine. You toss the pack of cigarettes into the trash, crashing into it's walls with a loud bang. A muffled yelp comes from behind it. Curious, you walk around to see a woman sitting down with her arms wrapped around her knees. She looks up at you, dried mascara stained, streamed down the side of her face. Her lip quivers.

"Are... are you alright?" you bend down on one knee out of sympathy, eliciting another jolt from the girl. "It's alright, it's alright..." Bruises paint her arms, her legs, there isn't an inch of skin uncovered. You notice she's shivering. You take your jacket off. It's tattered, probably needs a wash or two, but it's better than the sheer one piece she had that probably wasn't middle of winter appropriate.

You carefully hand the jacket over, but she doesn't reach for it. She didn't jump this time, which was a win in your book. "Well," you slowly take a seat, jacket in hand, next to the woman. "I'm not wearing the jacket. So I guess we'll both freeze." No response. "C'mon, before you freeze to dea-"

"Smoke. You smell like smoke."

She had a warm voice, warmer than any jacket could muster.

"S-sorry. I don't usually, I just wanted to try tonight."

She takes one look at the jacket, then at you. She pensively reaches for the jacket, and drapes it over her shoulders.

"I hate smoke," she mutters.

"Me too."

The two of you sit in silence for a while. You didn't know if it was helping her, but you stayed anyway just in case. Her stomach rumbles, and she looks up in an embarrassed panic.

"When was the last time you've eaten?"

"...one or two...

days."

Fuck.

You stand up and dust the grime off the butt of your jeans. "You like chicken?"

"H-huh?"

"Fried chicken. There's a place I've been dying to try down the street. I'm headed straight there, I'm starving."

"Your jacket-"

"It's coming too." You hold your hand out to help her up. She doesn't take it, but she begins to follow your lead.

"Right. 24 piece bucket here we come..."

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You watch as the dainty girl in front of you scarfs down piece after piece of chicken, picking the bones and licking her fingers clean as she goes like a machine. You've had 2, she's had 15.

You exaggeratedly pat your stomach. "I-I'm stuffed, would you like the rest?"

She eyes the rest of the chicken, then you. She shyly bows her head in thanks, and slides the box in front of her.

You reach into your pocket for your wallet. She looks down in dismay. "I-I'll pay it back. In full- no, more."

"Mhm." You pull a $20 out of your wallet, leaving it about as empty as the box of chicken in front of you. "Worry about getting full first. Where're you going after this? Got a place to stay?"

"Um, I'll find someplace..."

"The street doesn't count. Listen...I've got a reaaaally comfy couch in my living room... tuscan leather! Well, just regular old leather. But it's yours if you want it."

"I couldn't."

"It's either that or I book you a hotel. Your choice." The woman eyes your already thin wallet.

"I... I promise I won't stay long."

During your short convo she had finished off the chicken and started cleaning up the crumbs at the bottom of the box. You take the box away from her. "C'mon, I've got leftover ramen in the fridge."

"But I was eating that..."

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You open the door to your rather tiny studio apartment, dirty clothes littered the floor and trash piled up on the kitchen counter. You panic a little at the sight.

"Sorry, I wasn't expecting guests. Take a seat, make yourself comfortable while I clean."

"The least I could do is help." The first thing she picks up is a single dirty sock.

You rush over to take it from her, stumbling over a pizza box in the process. "D-don't worry about it, I got it. Uh... you probably wanna shower. The door to your right. Help yourself to anything in my closet, I don't mind."

You speed up the cleaning, hoping no more erotic landmines lay bare on your living room floor. A voice calls out from the hallway. " I-Is this okay?" The woman pops out holding one of your white T-shirts and a pair of shorts. "It'll be a tad big, but I'm afraid everything will. Go for it."

You finish cleaning about 30 minutes into the girl's shower; the place hasn't looked better since you moved in. You hear the shower shut off as you plop down on the couch, a job well done. You turn on the TV, hoping to find something that'll pique the girl's interest. You find it's a bit hard to appeal to the tastes of a stranger. Romance movie, no, that's awkward... horror slasher, god no, the girl's spooked as is... you settle for music. You put on your favorite Jazz album, Stoneflower by Antônio Carlos Jobim, as the bathroom door opens. Without taking your eyes off the screen, you ask, "so how'd the clothes fit?"

The T-shirt and shorts plop down at your feet, thrown by the girl. Your eyes dart towards her, hair still damp and body only concealed by a towel wrapped around her waist. She lets go of the towel, revealing her tight, toned body, her supple breasts, and hips satisfyingly thick.

"I can't pay you back now... but in the meantime..."

Your eyes wandered her from tip to toe - a slight blush on her cheeks, her arms trying to cover her breasts but failing, maybe intentionally, her toned abs despite her lithe physique, her... bruises. All over her arms and legs. Too many to count. You couldn't.

"No."

"H-huh?"

You pick up the shirt and shorts and place them in her hands. You pat the seat next to you as you return to yours. "Get dressed and sit down, this man is about to blow your mind with trumpet alone."

"B-but-"

"You heard me. Quick, quick! You're about to miss the solo!"

Some time passes, with the two of you sitting on the couch, just enjoying the ambiance. At the end of the album you stand and clap jokingly. "A masterclass in bossa nova. We didn't deserve Jobim. How'd you like-"

You look to the girl to see her fast asleep, curled into a ball on her side of the couch. Guess only you could enjoy fine art. You reach into your closet to find a spare blanket, draping it over her and turning in for the night.

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You crack a couple eggs into the medium hot pan, sprinkling some salt and pepper right when the yolk begins to denature. Another sunny side egg from the gods, as you like to call it. You didn't really know how to cook anything else, but you had eggs down to a science. It was all you could afford, anyways. It seems breakfast had woken up the girl for you, who's head darted up at the scent.

"G'mornin. Breakfast'll be ready in a bit. Mind grabbing the leftover rice from the fridge?"

The girl yawns and groggily rubs her eyes awake. Cute.

"I have to go to work soon, so I won't be eating with you, unfortunately. What do you want for dinner?"

"I'll be off soon you don't have to-"

"What. Do you want. For dinner?" you repeat gently with a smile.

"...beef. Grilled beef."

"Noted." You grab the jacket she was wearing last night and begin to head out. "Watch the house for me, uh..."

"Seola." she says without hesitation.

"Watch the house for me, Seola."

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You exit the grocery store, 2 pounds of sliced beef in hand. It was your 11th grocery trip that month for brisket. You were getting a bit tired of it, but Seola wasn't and that's all that mattered.

You shake the bags in your hand as you open the door to your apartment. No response. Strange, considering the sound of grocery bags sent her running to the dinner table eager to dig in.

"Seola?" you whisper as you gently knock and peek into your bathroom. Not there.

"Mm." You hear a voice come from your bedroom. It wasn't the first time she's been in there; you caught her once trying to clean one day as "payment" again. You had rushed her out before she found something of your "manhood" in there.

"Seola I told you not to-"

You open the door to find Seola on the floor resting against your bed, nipples protruding out from your borrowed shirt, your borrowed shorts drooped to the floor around her ankles, her hand sandwiched between her legs, and a pair of your unwashed underwear held to her face with her other hand. Seola's eyes widened at your sudden entrance, quickly hiding your undergarments behind her and closing her legs together.

"I didn't- I wasn't- It's not what it looks like..." Seola's face went beet red.

You walk over to Seola and crouch down, not knowing what to do with the briefs-stealer in front of you.

"...lemme see your hands," you say, after a short awkward silence.

Seola hesitates for a moment, thinking she knew what you were looking for. She sheepishly offers up the tidy-whities, avoiding eye contact as she did.

You scoff, grabbing them and tossing them off to the side. You hold her hand instead, interlocking her fingers with yours. You stroke her forearms, now free from any sign of bruising.

"You've... We've come a long way, stray. I, uh... feel the same way...but... I wanna take things slow. For your sake."

Seola places her free hand on your cheek. You couldn't tell who's, but someone's heart was pounding out of their chest, loud enough to hear. You move to plant a kiss on Seola's awaiting lips. Your passionate, aggressive kisses are stark contrasts to Seola's gentle, reciprocal kisses. You had to stop yourself as Seola places a hand on your chest to take a breather. She nods, reassuring what you were doing was okay. Seola takes ahold of your hand and moves it between her legs, her folds scorchingly hot to the touch. A gasp escapes her lips, your hands were still cold from the weather outside. Her legs clamp around your hand, slowly reinvigorating the warmth in your hands.

You part her legs with your newly warm hand, as you move to position yourself face to face with Seola's inviting slit. You plant dozens of kisses, along Seola's inner thigh, above her pelvic bone, dangerously close to her vulva, before finally landing one final one on the tip of her rose bud - sending waves of electricity all across her body and eliciting a yelp from the overstimulated girl.

You snap out of your aroused trance and look Seola in the eyes.

"Everything okay?"

"J-just too much at once is all. But... I don't hate it..." Seola cups your cheek again with her hand. "I'll let you know if I want to stop so... keep going..."

You sit up and begin to lift Seola's shirt off as she reaches for your belt buckle. The two of you fiddle around in blind enthusiasm, a deep haze washing over the two of you making it hard to even think. You pull your own pants off as Seola watches intently, eyes locked on to the bulge in your briefs. You sit still for a while as Seola does the same, admiring each others bare bodies.

You break the standoff by pushing Seola down against your bed, kissing her more aggressively than ever before. You move to her neck, sucking as hard as you can, desperate to form hickeys, replacing her bruises with ones of love, of lust. Seola moans directly into your ear, a siren's song taking over your conscious. Her fingers trace the back of your neck, making their way upwards to run through the back of your hair. You pull back for a moment to purvey your next fare. Your eyes lock onto Seola's nipples, homing onto one with the cusp of your mouth. You suck, hard.

"AH!~"

Your eyes look up, still vacuumed to her breast. She bites her lip and nods.

Green light.

You continue sucking, raising your hand to grasp the unattended breast. Your thumb rubs circles around her areola, the rest of your fingers resting against the side of her breast. You get a little carried away and lose your balance, causing you to stumble a bit. For stability you move your knee closer to Seola's crotch, heat emanating, almost burning your leg. Seola slides down slightly, enough so that her soaked underwear makes contact with your knee. She grinds. Up and down, at a sedated pace. You feel her steamy slickness, almost as if she wasn't wearing any underwear. Another moan lets loose from the girl's lips.

"Mnhh... fuck..."

You unhinge from her nipple, now as red as her cheeks. "Didn't know you had a sailor's tongue, stray."

Seola weakly grasps your cheek, looking into your eyes. "Shut up..."

She looks away shyly, visibly steeling her self to say: "...and fuck me..."

Green. Green all the way.

You pull your aching cock through the hole in your boxers, seemingly putting Seola in a trance as her gaze locks onto it. You snap her out of it by pulling her chin in for one more kiss, before beginning to rub against her slit with your entire length, the two of you sharing each other's smolderingly hot erotic cores. Her breaths turn from deep, heavy sighs to shallow, more shaky breaths, the pleasure almost too much to handle.

For you too; you can't hold back anymore. Slick with precum and Seola's nectar, you position yourself to finally enter the source of her wetness. Your member begins to pervade Seola's walls, an indescribable tightness encapsulating your cock, your lower body, your entire brain, slowly inching your way forward until you have nothing left to give.

You lay still, fearing that any more movement could send you over the edge. Seola notices the strained expression on your face, and doesn't care. She pushes you down to the floor, a deep want on her face. She lifts herself up, a vacuum trying to milk you dry, and crashes down with her entire body weight, breaking your resolve.

Seola tries to brace for impact, her eyes clamped shut and a hand over her mouth. But to no avail. A pressure with the force of a nuclear bomb erupts from your cock inside of Seola, flooding her with seed with every pulse. Seola collapses midway, her cheek face down on your chest as a deep guttural moan escapes her throat. Your cock continues pumping, a seemingly endless stream of semen bursting from your dam.

The two of you lay breathy, still connected, not a single thought being able to be formed between the two of you other than, "Fuck."

Seola pushes herself up against your chest, an erotic drunkenness making her stumble a bit before sitting up. "Fuck. More." She rises, a thundershock rippling through you from the sensitivity. Seola lowers herself again, buckling her knees, too shaky to even continue. She collapses against your chest again. She mutters, motionless, "More...more..."

You pull energy from every last reserve from your body to hoist the girl up and plop her onto your bed. You've given this girl everything she's wanted, now's not the time to stop. You push past your hypersensitivity and slide into her once more, and again, and again, each thrust a devastatingly lustful gut punch that sends your instincts into overdrive. Her walls, now slick with cum, convulse and contort around you, signaling to you once more what she wants. You look into her eyes, glazed over in pleasure, as you lean down and kiss her one last time, sending you over the edge as you pump the last of your reserve, every last drop, into her needy pussy.

You pull out and collapse next to Seola, not a single inch of your body able to be moved. You feel Seola place her hand over yours, taking every bit of her energy even just to gently squeeze. You reciprocate with every bit of yours.

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You wake up, after god knows how long. Seola's cuddled up to your chest, almost purring with content after the night before. You pet the back of her head, wondering what you did in a past life to be this lucky. Seola groggily nuzzles up to your chest, not wanting to let go.

"I'm here. I'm not going anywhere." You assure her.

"Mm." Seola groans and grips you tighter, despite the affirmation.

"I fucking love you."

"Love you too. Sailor." Seola whispers, as she drifts off back to sleep.

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[msmarvelouswinchester]

Never Gonna Lose You

Summary - Even with Chuck's danger hanging over the heads of the Winchesters and the Reader, preparations for Dean and Reader's wedding start in the bunker

Pairing - Dean x reader, Sam x reader (platonic)

Warning - Fluff, just pure tooth rotting fluff (yeah ik it's highly unlike me) and maybe a bit of swearing

Word Count - 1.5k

A/N - This is the sequel to Don't Wanna Lose You as requested by @miss-nerd95 (I finally wrote it)

This is the first time I have attempted to write a fic with a wedding ceremony in it so I hope it turns out okay. (Also if there is any rule wrong in the wedding ceremony, please let me know because I wrote the rules of the ceremony after I saw it on the internet and from movies).

Spn divider by the amazingly talented @talesmaniac89 (if you can, check out her blog. She is so good)

"Hey! I came back to the bunker to find it empty. Where were you both?"

You were trying your best to stop the large smile that was threatening to spread on your face.

"We were uh..out", you gave Sam an innocent smile.

"Oh no. No I don't want to hear about my brother's sex life", Sam scrunched up his face in pure disgust.

"Get your mind out of the gutter Sammy because we have some news", Dean said with a stupid grin on his face.

"Please don't tell me Y/N's pregnant because I can't handle a mini Dean right now in the bunker", Sam said.

"What no! I am not pregnant-"

"We're getting married!" Dean declared proudly.

"What? That's great! Congratulations you guys", Sam literally ran towards you both and pulled you and his brother into a bone crushing hug.

"That's enough Sam", Dean groaned.

Sam let go of you both, "So when's the wedding? Where's the ring? Show me the ring".

"When did you become so girly Sammy?" Dean teased Sam which resulted in him getting a glare from the younger hunter.

"I'm just very excited for you both. Welcome to the Winchester family, Y/N. I am very happy for you Dean but Y/N not really, you could have done a lot better", Sam smirked.

"Ow", Sam yelped when his brother smacked his head.

"So when's the wedding? Did you tell Cas and Jack? Where will be the wedding?" Sam started to fire different questions at you.

"Hold your damn horses, Sammy. I don't know when's the-"

"We are getting married next week," Dean said, cutting you off mid-sentence which made your eyes go wide.

"Next week?" You exclaimed, "Dean are you crazy? We can't get married next week! There is so much to do! It's a goddamn wedding! Decorations, dress, catering - are you out of your mind, Dean Winchester?"

"We'll manage, sweetheart. It will be fine," Dean tried to assure when he saw you had already started panicking.

And damn did he make sure it was fine. The week went by a blink of an eye. With every passing day you were growing more anxious even though Dean did his best to make this the perfect wedding.

Growing up as a hunter, you never thought marriage was in your cards. You always thought that you would be long dead even before you meet the man of your dreams but it all changed when you met Dean.

Your meeting with Dean was out of pure luck. Your car had crashed into his when you were on a run from a monster. They immediately found out that you were hunting the same nest of vampire that they were. They were quite taken aback when you told them that you were a solo hunter.

Although as much as Dean was furious at first because you damaged his beloved Baby, you and him slowly became good friends. So when Sam invited you to live with them, you agreed without any second thoughts. Sam was like the younger brother you never had but Dean was another story. After several months of dancing around the fact that you both had feelings for each other and also because of Sam’s annoyance, Dean decided to ask you out.

Now, today as you looked at your reflection in the mirror, tears started to well up in your eyes. You never thought you would be able to see yourself like this - wearing a beautiful white gown as your would-be husband takes a stand at the altar, waiting for you to walk down the aisle.

“All done, sweetie,” Jody said as she put the final touches to your makeup and hair, “you look beautiful.”

You took a final look at yourself in the mirror. Your eyes travelled south, eventually finding the beautiful engagement ring on your hand. Dean had given it to you on the same night he had asked you to marry him. The ring was perfectly kept in the pocket of one of his coats - he wanted to ask you for a long time but he always would chicken out at the last minute until that night. After he had put the ring on your finger, Dean had pulled you close, whispering “I love you” into your ear a thousand times. That night had ended with you and him in bed, entangled up with each other, panting and mumbling ‘I love you’s into each other's ears.

You smiled when you remembered the soft memory from that night.

“Jody, just don't let me fall while I walk down the aisle,” you said, standing up. Claire and Alex helped with the gown.

“Oh honey, I won't let you fall but if I do Dean will be there to catch you. That boy will always catch you before you hit the ground,” Jody said.

Jody Mills, you met her after you became a permanent resident of the bunker. She was a good friend of the Winchesters but she was more like a mother to you than a friend. She was there whenever you needed to talk. She supported you always so when Dean asked you about who will walk you down the aisle, you went straight to Jody’s house and asked her the question. She was surprised but eventually agreed, with tears in her eyes.

“We're ready,” Donna poked her head into the room and said.

Alex and Claire walked out of the room before you.

You linked your right arm with Jody’s, taking a deep breath, you tried to calm down your racing heart.

“Let's do this.”

You walked out of your dressing room and started to walk towards the garage where the wedding crremony was being held.

When you reached the garage you saw a carpet was spread out for you, with flowers sprinkled over it. You looked up and saw Claire and Alex standing on the side, Jack standing there with your wedding bands. The few guests you had invited - Bobby, Charlie, Rowena, Donna sitting at the front. You saw Sam standing beside Dean, he had a black tux on. He was looking right at you with a small smile on his face. Just beside him, stood Dean, a soft smile playing on his lips.

You started to tear up when you saw him. This was all you ever wanted - to spend the rest of your life with the man you love, your soulmate.

You walked towards Dean, Jody letting go of your arm. He extended his hand at you. You took his hand and stood beside him. You looked up at Dean, your eyes locking with his jade ones. His eyes were moist and you were yourself trying not to cry.

“You look beautiful,” he said softly, a shy smile playing on your lips.

“Should we begin?” Cas asked. You had asked Cas to officiate your wedding because who would be better other than an angel?

You and Dean nodded.

Cas began the ceremony but you weren't paying attention to what he was saying. You were too mesmerised in Dean's eyes. You mind wandered off to all the times you had spent with Dean, hunting with each other or just spending a lazy day in bed with him.

You were broken from your thoughts when Cas asked if you wanted to say your own vows. You both nodded and Dean started to speak.

“Y/N, five years ago, when your car crashed into mine I didn't know then that I would be standing at here with you today. I love your coffee obsessed, nerdy self who is also a badass hunter who doesn't take any bullshit from others. Being with you brings the best out of me. I promise that I won't let anything happen to you ever even if I have to walk through fire to keep you safe. I promise I will never take you, us for granted. I promise to love you as you love me, through all hardship, darkness, and pain to reach for our joys, our hopes, and always with honesty and faith and lastly I promise to never make fun about how much you love the Harry Potter books.”

You wiped the tears that were now rolling down your cheek. “Y/N.” You heard Cas say your name and you started to speak.

“Dean, today when I woke up I had to catch my breath to believe this is real, that I am really marrying my true love, my heart's desire, my soulmate. I couldn't make myself believe that it was all real and not one of Chuck's plans, but after seeing you standing here, waiting for me, all my doubts flew out of the window. I promise to always love and cherish this relationship even when you are annoying me. I promise to always protect you and keep both of us from harm's way. I promise to always love and support you. I promise to always leave the last slice of my pizza for you and lastly I promise to not roll my eyes everytime you say a stupid movie reference.”

Tears were now flowing freely down your cheek. You didn't even bother to wipe them. You looked at Dean and saw him sniffling. His green eyes clouded with emotions. He mouthed “I love you”.

“It's time to bring in the rings,” Cas announced and

Jack walked in with the rings, “Y/N and Dean will now exchange rings to symbolize their commitment. Dean now you may take Y/N’s hand in yours and repeat these words after me.”

Dean repeated the words after Cas with a grin on his face, and took the ring from Jack, putting it on your finger.

“Y/N, please take Dean's hand and repeat these words.”

You repeated the words after Cas, with a smile playing on your lips. You smile got bigger when you took the ring from Jack and put it on Dean's. You and Dean said your I do's, your heart heavy with emotions.

“I now pronounce you husband and wife. Dean you may kiss your bride now,” Cas said and for the first you noticed, he had a big smile on his face too.

Dean pulled you into a kiss, the first kiss as husband and wife. You immediately melted into the kiss. Cheers erupted throughout the garage but you didn't pay any attention to them. You were finally married to Dean, the love of your life and that was what mattered the most. Dean finally let go of you and looked at you with a stupid grin on his face.

“Hey Mr. Winchester,” you whispered.

“Hey Mrs. Winchester,” Dean said.

“We are married.”

“We are married, sweetheart,” Dean sighed.

“Now let's go save the world,” you smiled.

“Let's go save the world, together.”

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[shiningsagittarius]

“In a city called Stonetown, near a port called Stonetown Harbor, a boy named Reynie Muldoon was preparing to take an important test.”

1. I Lived - One Republic

Yeah, with every broken bone / I swear I lived

2. Home - Phillip Phillips

The trouble it might drag you down / If you get lost, you can always be found

3. The Last of the Real Ones - Fall Out Boy

I will shield you from the waves if they find you / I will protect you, I will protect you

4. This Is Why We Fight - The Decemberists

Come to me now / Lay your arms around me / And this is why / This is why we fight

5. Mars - Sleeping at Last

We were young enough to sign / Along the dotted line / Now we're young enough to try / To build a better life

6. Hey Brother - Avicii

Oh, if the sky comes falling down, for you / There's nothing in this world I wouldn't do

7. One of Us - New Politics

Before the day is through, I promise you / That we will laugh about it all / And we'll celebrate the things we've done for years to come / 'Cause that's what friends, that's what friends are for

8. Chosen Family - Rina

Hand me a pen and I'll rewrite the pain / When you're ready, we'll turn the page together

9. Young Hearts - Strange Talk

Grown-ups, what do they know / Living by the stories on the radio / Bad news on the tv

10. Take on the World - You Me at Six

I won't let go with you by my side / The calm, the storm, we'll face it all

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[tintin-is-my-life]

- FANFICTION - 1st part

An Unexpected Meeting

In these radiant weather, Tintin was walking around the flee market, hoping to find some reading treasures. Suddenly, he froze. He had just noticed a magnificent antique: a Caravel.

He looked at it more closely: "The Unicorn" as it was called. Tintin paid the seller, but at that very moment a man rushed to the stall. He was an American, wearing blue felt clothes. He asked Tintin if he didn't want to sell him the beautiful ship. The answer was no, of course. After that, the man warned him against ill-intentioned people who might be willing to do anything to take the ship. The man got further and further away, and finally left.

Suddenly, a voice was heard:

Wonderful...oh... it's just wonderful...

No need to wrap it up, I'll take it as it is, you don't mind if I pay by check?"

An other interested party... thought Tintin.

The salesman answered: If you want to buy it, address it to this boy!

The man replied: I see... so let the boy name his price...

It's not forsale, Tintin replied.

The man introduced himself : My name is Ivan Ivanovich Sakharine. I recently acquired Marlinspike Hall. And,this ship, as you must surely know, has always been part of the estate.

Tintin: Of the late sea captain?

Sakharine:Yes, but the family has suffered great setbacks. They lost everything! They've gone from bad luck to bad luck. . . Let's talk about. . . generations of drinking and irrational behavior.

Tintin: I'm sorry, but as I told you before, it's not for sale. Goodbye,sir.

Sakharine turned to the seller, asking him if he had any idea who he was dealing with.

Seller: You don't know him? It's Tintin. A famous reporter, he is very well known in Belgium but also in the whole world.

Sakharine: I've never heard of this... kid at all. * squinting eyes and looking scornful* Besides, I've only been in Brussels for a short time. He said as he watched Tintin goaway. Then he left without saying a word.

Meanwhile, Tintin returned to his apartment. He had questions in his head. First of all, why did this boat attract so much covetousness? And what secrets could it be hiding?

Tintin put the boat on his cabinet and went to the library. He needed to learn about the history of this caravel. He learned that "The Unicorn" was in fact a ship in Louis XIV's fleet, and that Louis XIV had offered the Captain, Sir Francis Haddock, a priceless treasure as a reward for his loyalty.But the ship was attacked by pirates, and only the Captain escaped.And ever since then, the family has been under a curse.

In the book, an inscription caught his attention:

"Only a true Haddock can discoverthe secret of The Unicorn..."

Later, Tintin returned home and discovered in amazement that the boat had disappeared. On this discovery, he decided to go where he was sure to find it, at Marlinspike Hall, in other words, the present home of Mr.Sakharine.

He arrived on the spot and without surprise, he found the model ship. But suddenly he received a blow to the head and collapsed.

Sakharine : Welcome to Marlinspike Hall !

Tintin went straight to the point: I came to retrieve my property !!

Sakharine: I'm sorry. I am not sure I follow you...

Tintin : Oh, I think you do !

Sakharine: I'm afraid you're mistaken, Mr. Tintin!

Tintin: There's no mistake ! It belongs to me!

Sakharine: Are you sure?

Tintin: Well,of course I'm sure, I took it home, I put it on the cabinet in the living room. A cat came in and dropped it while I was chasing it ! But, hum... (clears throat) How can that be? The mast is intact....It's not my ship.

Sakharine: It certainly isn't your ship, young man! This one I've had for a very long time.

Tintin : I am sorry, it looks identical.

Sakharine: Well, look can bedeceiving !

Tintin: Yes, indeed, but I don't understand ! Why did Sir Francis make two ships exactly alike? And you have one already ! Why do you want another one ? What is about this model that would cause someone to steal it ?

Sakharine: Goodness me! Why so many questions?

Tintin: It's my job, there could be a story here. That's what I do, you see.

Sakharine: Well, it's not a great mystery, Sir Francis Haddock was a drunkard, and a hopeless reprobate. He was doomed to fail and he bequeathed that failure to his sons !

Tintin: So it's true! The Haddock line is cursed!

Sakharine: What else have you find out ?

Tintin:What is there to find?

Sakharine: That depends what you'relooking for !

Tintin: I'm looking for answers,...Mr.Sakharine.

Sakharine: You're looking in the wrong place. ...It's late! I think you should go home, young man ! Nestor! Take him home!

The butler named Nestor met Tintin at the door and said, "It's too bad, sir... That the mast is broken on your model,sir... I hope you've found all the parts, things get lost so easily.

Sakharine called Nestor back, who finally greeted Tintin before closing the door.

A few minutes later, Tintin went home. He took the keys out of his pocket before he realized his door had been forced. When he entered his apartment, he discovered that all the rooms had been returned, but absolutely nothing was missing. Meanwhile, it was clear that this burglar was looking for something specific, but what?

Suddenly, Tintin saw a light under one of the pieces of furniture, especially the one where he had put the caravel down a few hours earlier. He went down to look, and found a small cylindrical silver-colored object. Inside it was a scroll :

Tintin returned to his office to examine what he had just found.

Then he read the manuscript:

"Three brothers joined , three Unicorns in company sailing in the noonday sun will speak. For'tis from the light will dawn. And then shines forh the Eagle's cross. »

Just after the message, strange signs were written.

Tintin doesn't really understand the meaning of all this:

I don't understand what it is. But it explains why they ransacked my apartment. He must have been looking for this, and they didn't find it. Which means...they'll be back...

Suddenly, the doorbell rang, the concierge went to see who it could be at this hour. Going down the stairs, Tintin recognized the voice of the man he had met in the flee market : the "American". He told Mrs. Pinson that he would take care of it.

The man called out to Tintin: My boy, is that you?

Tintin: What do you want?

The man:Listen, I won't tell you everything, but I swear to God, I never thought he would kill for that !

Tintin: Who? Who are you talking about?

Man: I'm trying to tell you that your life is in danger!

Tintin: Answer me, WHO?

The man didn't have time to answer because suddenly he was shot. He collapsed in the hall of the building with just enough time to leave a clue. With his blood, the man had indicated several letters that made up the word: "K-A-R-A-B-O-U-D-J-A-N."

The next morning, Tintin received the Dupondt for the investigation. The man who had been targeted was called Barnabé Dawes, and he was a very high-ranking Interpol inspector. The Dupondt retrieved the newspaper for evidence and left. Tintin walked them to the door. He stepped out for a moment to say goodbye to the Dupondt as they left. He didn't notice that a man had just stolen his wallet, in which the scroll was. Indeed, earlier in the morning, the Dupondt told Tintin that they were on the trail of a pickpocket who had been raiding the city and its surroundings for several weeks.

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Meanwhile, on the boat Karaboudjan...

The ship's captain, Kathrynn Haddock, was busy making an inventory of the goods on the ship, when suddenly one of her "crewmen" injected her with a syringe of a powerful soporific. It was Tom, one of the ship's employees, under the command of a certain Sakharine.

Sakharine had become an intruder on the boat. And now that the captain was out of harm's way, he could take complete control of the ship. Kathrynn found herself trapped in her own boat, in her own holds.

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Meanwhile, while Tintin was quietlywatching the Dupondt leave, he was stopped by two so-called "deliverymen"... who immediately applied a chloroform swab under hisnose. The two men loaded him into a crate and drove him to Karaboudjan.

Tintin woke up chained to a cage. Hesoon realized that his pockets were being searched.

Sakharine arrived in the hold andexclaimed:

Tom, Alllan! Have you found it ?

Allan said, He doesn't have it !

Sakharine : If it it is not here, then where is it ?

Tintin, barely awake, answered: Where iswhat?

Sakharine : The scroll from The Unicorn, apiece of paper like this !

Tintin: You mean the poem ?

Sakharine : Yes...

Tintin: The calligraphic poem ?

Sakharine : Yes...

Tintin : Who was in a cylinder ?

Sakharine: Yes !

Tintin : Concealed in the mast?

Sakharine : YES!

Tintin smiled a little and said: Idon't have it !

Sakharine went into a black anger.

He brandished the sword he had hiddenin his cane and threatened Tintin.

You know the value of this scroll,otherwise why would you want it?

Tintin: Two caravels, and two scrollsforming part of an enigma, you have one, you need the other, butthat's not it, there's something else...

Sakharine: I'll find it with orwithout your help. I advise you to think about how useful you are to me...

Sakharine and her henchmen are on theirway back.

We'll deal with him on the way, he says.

By the time Sakharine reached thebridge, he was angrier than ever.

Ah! He's lying, he must have thatmanuscript, the question is what did he do with it ?

Allan : We searched it thoroughly, boss!

Sakharine : I want you to go down there and makehim talk, break every bone in his body if you have to!

Another henchman of Sakharin's cameshouting:

Mr Sakharine, Mr Sakharine, the Captainhas come to her senses, she's conscious and accuses us of mutiny. Shesays you turned the crew against her!

Sakharine : Well, don't just stand there, give hera shot!

Yes, Boss, they say.

Allan and Tom went back to interrogateTintin, who unfortunately had no means of escape.

Well, this time, you're going to tellus where the scroll is ! Said Allan.

Tintin: I've already told you that Idon't have it.

Allan: All right! We'll have fun then!Tom, you joining the party?

Of course, he said, closing hisstitches.

Allan took Tintin's hair to hold hishead and started kicking him in the stomach.

*Cough*... Tintin spat blood.

After a few minutes, Allan pulled out agun to try to get something from Tintin. But it was more to scare himthan anything else, because Sakharine hadn't ordered to kill him inany way.

Allan : You're going to tell us where thescroll is, or else you can say goodbye to your life !

He placed the gun to his temple.

Obviously, Tintin didn't say a word. Helooked at them scornfully and mockingly.

Allan, very upset by the situation,kicked him in the face, then continued with a punch. He then grabbedTintin's collar. And looked him in the eyes.

Allan : You should tell us, becausewe're really going to end up killing you if you don't.

Tintin, about to faint, tried to say afew words.

Allan: What ? I can't understand whatyou're saying ! (Allan didn't realize that Tintin had actually calledthem idiots.)

And with those words he hit him again.This time, his body couldn't resist anymore, Tintin fainted.

Allan : We won't get anything out ofhim now.

Tom: Yeah, let's go tell the boss! And,it's not going to be a party... He hasn't told us a thing...

When they arrived in Sakharine's cabin, Allan and Tom told him that Tintin hadn't confessed to anything aboutthe parchment's hiding place. And, of course, Sakharine became furious:

I told you to make him talk, not to make him sleep! We're wasting precious time while this kid "rests"...In the meantime, go about your business as a sailor. And, Tom, beforeyou do that, you'd better check that Haddock is all right. I don'twant her to find out about our shenanigans. It's much too early forthat now. She mustn't find out. It'll make revenge all the sweeter. He said, rubbing his hands together.

Next on another post ^^

#tintin #the adventures of tintin the secret of the unicorn #the adventures of tintin #les aventures de tintin et le secret de la licorne #les aventures de tintin #ivan ivanovitch sakharine #sakharine #kathrynn haddock #sir francis haddock #francois de haddock #archibald haddock #haddock #allan thompson #tomtintin

[razorblade180]

Melody of the heart 6

Jaune:*tuning a guitar*........

Cinder:You’ve been doing this for five minutes, quit stalling...

Ruby:Can you not be the worst person ever for like ten minutes? You’re the reason he’s in this position in the first place.

Cinder:Doesn’t mean you he has to take forever; unless he wants that bonefire to eat him.

Cardin:Matters of the heart cannot be rushed. If they are then the true feelings behind the words can’t hope to connect to the hearts of others.

Everyone, and I mean everyone stops and just looks at Cardin for a moment. Taken back by his words.

Cardin:....What?

Jaune:That was really deep.

Pyrrha:And understanding; what happened to you since I died?

Cardin:Nothing, you guys just never saw more than the bully I was to your leader.

Nora:Why are you here again? What could you be possibly singing about!?

Cardin:It doesn’t matter.....

Jaune:Anyways......*puts guitar down* I was stalling a bit. I just.....this is more challenging than I thought.

“Don’t look at her!!”

People turn towards the voice to see a woman with similar looks to Jaune. Sure enough, she was holding a baby and holding hands with another woman.

Jaune:Saph!? How long have-

Saph:The whole time, but that’s not important. Remember when you wanted to sing mom a song you wrote for Mother’s Day when you were little? But every time you looked at her you got emotional and stopped?

RWBYNP:Awwwwwww

Jaune:*red* Yes.........

Saph:You got through it by not looking at her. So close your eyes or something.

Jaune:Is that allowed?

Ozma:All you have to do his sing honestly. The fire didn’t say you have to look at her.

Jaune:Is that okay with you Pyrrha?

Pyrrha:*nods anxiously* Do what you gotta do.

With a final deep breath he closes his eyes; making her the last thing he sees. Everyone remains quiet as the instruments finally start to play and embers almost immediately circle him. Signaling he’s already putting genuine effort into it.

Neo:(crap I know this song....)

Jaune: 🎶Everybody's got something they had to leave behind.

One regret from yesterday that just seems to grow with time....🎶

Neo:God damnit...

Jaune: 🎶There's no use looking back, or wondering (or wondering...)

How it could be now or might've been (or might’ve been.....) 🎶

🎶All this I know, but still I can't find ways to let you go~🎶 *embers glow*

Jaune:🎶I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you.

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Jaune:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day. *tearing up*

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be with you.....🎶 *opens his*

Pyrrha:*lip quivering* W..well then*

Neo:*runs to him* Um can I join?

Jaune:Be my guest, it honestly might help.

Neo🎶:Somewhere in my memory I've lost all sense of time; and tomorrow can never be. 'Cause yesterday is all that fills my mind. 🎶 *looks at Roman*

🎶There's no use looking back, oh wondering (oh wondering)

How it should been, now oh might've been (oh might’ve been) 🎶

All this I know but, still I can't find ways to let you go...🎶

Neo:🎶I never had a dream come true .'Til the day that I found you

Even though I pretend that I've moved on. You'll always be my baby🎶

Neo:🎶I never found the words to say, you're the one I think about each day

And I know no matter where life takes me to, a part of me will always be....🎶 *sniff*

Jaune: 🎶You'll always be the dream that fills my head

Yes you will....

Say you will.....

You know you will oh baby!!!!!!🎶

Neo:🎶You'll always be the one I know I'll never forget!!!🎶

Jaune:There's no use looking back, oh wondering

Neo:Because love is a strange and funny thing

JN:No matter how hard I try and try....

🎶I JUST CAN’T SAY GOODBYE!!!!🎶 *crying*

Neo:🎶No no no no! I never had a dream come true. 'Til the day that I found you!

Even though I pretend that I've moved on, you'll always be my baby.🎶

Jaune:I never found the words to say. You're the one I think about each day!

JN:And I know no matter where life takes me to

Jaune:A part of me will always be with you...

The music dies down as embers around Neo fly back into the flames. She wipes her tears and returns to her spot next Roman. Jaune’s embers remain and spread to Pyrrha.

Roman:Wow, that was-

Neo:Not a word. *clings to him* I just felt like singing is all....*blushing* trying out my voice and stuff.

Roman:...*rubs her head* It’s a beautiful voice.

Neo:*crying in his arms*

Pyrrha:.....*shaky breaths and watery eyes*

Jaune:......Looks like I still gotta sing; this time with you.

Pyrrha:If...if that’s a problem them maybe we could get the flame to-

Jaune:No! *takes her hand* it’s...perfect. I think I really need this moment- a moment with you.

Pyrrha:*red* 🎶Every night in my dreams I see you, I feel you. That is how I know you go on....

Far across the distance and spaces between us, you have come to show you go on🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Near, far, wherever you are. I believe that the heart does go on~

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

*embers immediately swarm everybody*

Ozma:(Well damn!)

Jaune:🎶Love can touch us one time and last for a lifetime. And never let go till we're gone....🎶

Weiss:*an emotional mess*

Jaune and Pyrrha: 🎶Love was when I loved you. One true time I hold to~ In my life we'll always go on.....🎶 *stares at each other*

🎶Near, far, wherever you are I believe that the heart does go on.

Once more you open the door and you're here in my heart and my heart will go on and on🎶

*tears running down their face as they try wiping them*

Jaune and Pyrrha:🎶 You're here, there's nothing I fear and I know that my heart will go on.....

We'll stay......forever this way!!!!

You are safe in my heart and my heart will go on and on....🎶

As the embers turned into pure flames they went back into the fire. The music died down a little but didn’t stop entirely. There wasn’t a single dry eye in the room especially....

Weiss:*quietly sobbing*

Blake:*sniffling* You okay?

Weiss:I don’t know! Something....*sniff* about that.....really hurt.

Salem:The power of music.

Jaune:*wiping his tears*Two songs in a row; that’s exhausting.

Pyrrha:*wiping hers* You alright?

Jaune:Think I need a moment. Am I done for now?

“You may have a seat, however....🔥”

*embers fly around Pyrrha again*

Pyrrha:What!?

“Tell Jaune what’s on your mind with the help of friends.🔥”

Ren and Nora:*immediately walk up there* on it...

Ruby:*sits at a piano* same.. Would the rest of you kindly....

Yang:Yep *drags Jaune to the sidelines next to Weiss and Blake*

Blake:Glad you could join us.

Weiss:I like your singing voice. *pulling herself together*

Jaune:*red* thanks....

Ruby:*playing piano* Operation help Jaune move on is a go. Take it away Ren....

Ren: 🎶I hope when you take that jump you don't fear the fall.

I hope when the water rises you built a wall

I hope when the crowd screams out they're screaming your name

I hope if everybody runs you choose to stay🎶 *smiles happily at him*

Nora: 🎶I hope that you fall in love and it hurts so bad🎶 *winks at Weiss*

Jaune and Weiss:*blushing*

Pyrrha: 🎶The only way you can know is gave it all you have. 🎶*also winks*

Ruby: 🎶And I hope that you don't suffer, but take the pain.🎶

Ren:🎶I hope when the moment comes, you'll say...🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all.....

I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone, I swear I lived. 🎶 *blows him a kiss*

Jaune:*smiles* you guys are so extra...

RNR: 🎶I hope that you spend your days, but they all add up.

And when that sun goes down I hope you raise your cup! 🎶

Pyrrha: 🎶I wish that I could witness all your joy and all your pain, but until my moment comes I'll say....🎶

RNR: 🎶I~ I did it all, I~ I did it all!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I owned every second that this world could give. Saw so many places, the things that I did.

Yeah with every broken bone I swear I lived.🎶 *takes Jaune to middle one more time*

Pyrrha:Got a little song left in you?

Jaune:Think I can manage hehe

Pyrrha:Good, nice armor by the way. *smiles*

Jaune:*smiles*

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I’ll know it’ll be okay.

Whatever you wanna do, I’ll be here right next to you.

No matter what comes your way, I hope that you can say.....🎶

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I~I lived it all....!!!!!!🎶

Nora:Sing it proud!!!!

🎶I~I LIVED IT ALL....!!!!!!!!🎶 (Woooh!)

Pyrrha and Jaune: 🎶I owned every second that this world could give. I saw so many places, the things that I did!

With every broken bone I swear I lived!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohhh I swear I lived!!!!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I lived I lived!!!!!🎶

Jaune:🎶Ohh I did it all!🎶

Pyrrha:🎶I did it all!🎶

Jaune:🎶I did it all~ ohhh🎶

🎶I swear I lived....🎶 *music stops*

Nora:How’s that for a song!!!!?

Ruby:*sweating* Phew.... can you give my friend a break now please? You have three songs of emotional baggage from him.

“splendid, for now...🔥” *embers finally fade*

Ren:Thank the stars it’s over. Please tell me you feel even a little bit better?

Saph:He better! I’m so tired of crying!

Everyone:Yes!

Jaune:*rubbing his head* Yeah....I feel better.

Pyrrha:Then that’s all that matters. *winded* my goodness, you do this for fun Weiss?

Weiss:It’s a gift.

Pyrrha:One that you and Jaune both seem to share a bit. Maybe you two should compare notes sometimes. *pushes him towards her*

Jaune:*flustered* W..what!? Pyrrha are you sure-

Pyrrha:Live your life Jaune. Those moments we had are more than enough for me. *kisses his cheek* and sits down.

Salem:Been awhile since I’ve seen emotion like that.

Ozma:They truly are splendid children. I can’t wait to see what other emotions this crowd will display. For now though, let’s just give them a minute.

The two old souls watch everyone collect themselves and see a new spark of determination in their eyes. No way anybody wanted to lose to that performance. Many individuals already pondering what might happen on their turn as Jaune and Weiss both awkwardly try to open up a little more.

#rwby #rwby melody #rwby au #cinder fall #cardin winchester #roman torchwick #neo politan #ruby rose #weiss schnee #blake belladonna #yang xiao long #team jnpr #jaune arc #pyrrha nikos #nora valkyrie #lie ren #rwby arkos #rwby whiteknight #rwby gelato #this was harder than i expected #saphron cotta arc

[blackthornborn-blog]

tag dump  number one !!

#❛ facilis descensus averni ❜ // main #❛ there's something to be said for being young ❜ // young #❛ i loved and i loved and i lost you and it hurts like hell ❜ // lost #❛ you were unsure which pain was worse: the shock of what happened or the ache for what never will ❜ // lost two #❛ your heart is a galaxy and your soul is lined in stars you are something extraordinary my dear ❜ // lucinda blackthorn #❛ i owned every second that this world could give the things that i did and with every broken bone i swear i lived ❜ // older #❛ don’t be a hero. you’re my person. i need you alive. you make me brave ❜ // skylar blackthorn #❛ in the dark when you sound the alarm we'll find each other's arms for your love all you are i'd start a riot ❜ // skylinda #❛ how odd it is that so much of what isn't said isn't said because it is the truth ❜ // quotations #❛ you have galaxies inside your head stop letting people tell you you cannot shine ❜ // musings #❛ stand up warrior; you are not yet finished. angels have fallen from greater heights and survived so why shouldn't you ? ❜ // about #❛ never mind what you are made of; you are more than this flesh that binds you ❜ // isms #❛ a father is not an anchor to hold us back or a sail to take us there but a guiding light whose love shows us the way ❜ // grayson wood #❛ so fathers be good to your daughters daughters will love like you do ❜ // graycinda #❛ in these dark waters you need to be cold blooded ❜ // dark #❛ the loveliest angels make the cruelest demons and you were so kind and beautiful before they dragged you to hell ❜ // vampire #❛ a mother is like a flower each one beautiful and unique ❜ // miranda blackthorn #❛ who ran to help me when i fell and kissed the place to make it well ? my mom ❜ // mircinda #❛ your heart hits like a drum the chase has just begun. monsters stuck in your head we are monsters under your bed ❜ // werewolf #❛ little ghost unlike most you don’t miss a thing with wounded wings still beating you want to be heard ❜ // alec lightwood #❛ claw at your throat gasp for breath with tears in your eyes crush the stars with the weight of your heart ❜ // jace lightwood #❛ i survived the fire because the fire inside me burned brighter than the fire around me ❜ // isabelle lightwood #❛ made to be this brave little human who doesn't back down to the things in life that try to force you to be small ❜ // max lightwood #❛ amazing though don't you think ? all that pain misery and loneliness and it just made him kind ❜ // simon lewis #❛ you are human; so get angry be happy be sad and never let this cruel world steal your spark ❜ // clary fray

[good-enemy]

HII! the don't blame me bridge was PERFECT, AMAZING!!

so for today, i wanna know your favourite gabrielle aplin lyrics!

keepin this short and sweet (for once xp)

-🤶🏾✨

GABBBBYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYYY

- I've been falling out of control, I think of you wherever i go, oh what did you do? What did you do to me?

- I'm not here to make you feel good, to dry up your tears and apologise for you, i feel so much better now you're not around

- I'm kind of feeling lost wherever I go, and I could be staring it right in the face and I wouldn't know

- it is the sanity of life that makes us mad

- it is the beauty of our flaws that will define us

- they say home is where your heart is set in stone, it's where you go when you're alone, it's where you go to rest your bones; it's not just where you lay your head, it's not just where you make your bed; as long as we're together, does it matter where we go home?

- fools rush in, and I've been the fool before

- heavy words are hard to take, under pressure precious things can break

- there used to be an empty space, a photograph without a face, but with your presence and your grace, everything falls into place

- youre a mountain I can't climb yet, and I'm a painting but you're blinded

- I've watched you break yourself in two and try to give me half

- and I'd run to the furthest place i need to, just to hear you laugh, because I need to find out how it feels to be broken in two halves

- the colours of these roads are matching the rainy skies, we're too blind to see what's really here in front of our eyes

- we only lie when asked if we're okay; we lock ourselves up, we only pray that we won't be the sterling silver that turns grey, we are the sparks that never fade

- when you start to speak your mind, I'll just turn around and roll my eyes

- I have a song in my heart, and just like life it has a middle, an end, a start, and who knows if I'm on the path or I'm walking in the dark?

- im ready to question that life is a blessing, give me a sign, am i following blind? Is there anyone listening?

- oh, love your flaws and live for your mistakes, beauty's on the surface wearing thin, come closer show the marks upon your skin, show me that you're human

- walk away from your pride, it's a demon in disguise

- oh today I'm just a drop of water, and I'm running down the mountainside, come tomorrow ill be in the ocean, I'll be rising with the morning tide

- when you walked into the room just then, it's like the sun came out

- I was alone, I was taken with the tide, but I knew that i was home, when I looked into your eyes and said I'm done, just let me go

- I'm drawing perfect circles round the life that we could share, and what is ours is ours to keep, I know the thing you want the most, you hide it over there, safe at the dark end of the street

- I wanna be the one to light up the dark in you

- when your chaos turns to silence, and your enemy's your friend, i will roll away the stone

- lost our luck, you put it down somewhere for safekeeping, so safe you don't remember, but it's okay, we'll make some more

- I feel better in the morning, when all my troubles lose their meaning

- you know you're supposed to lie when the truth is so unkind

- I'm not gonna love you, I don't know where to begin

- I'm followed by your ghost, I'm stepping on your shadow

- the troubles smaller when you're looking down

- we cant always grow from the seeds we sow, but still you watch them from your window

- standing underneath the sky with nothing of my own, I'm out here picking flowers but all my seeds are left unsown

- was it everything that you never said? I swear I had it right in my head

- I see my reflection, dazed and complacent, she follows me home at night

- the man sat next to me is texting somebody, I wonder what that feels like

- it's a little bit clearer now, I love you like the sun came out

- lately every day feels like a week, carrying a weight on both my shoulders, and i can't stand this air like I can't breathe, the only thing I've got is one week older

- you should see inside my head, it's like a dream, bending over backwards trying to find a meaning

- all my scars are golden

- I just wanna go wherever heaven takes me even through the flames

- I don't know how much more i can take, I'm broken into so many pieces, would be easy just to throw them away, but I don't wanna give up on feeling

- cause now that I'm shattered I'm all kinds of me, was knocked off the shelf but I'm also complete, I'm under the weather with no place to be, but maybe that's just what i need

- make it beautiful and golden with grace, but keep a little stain to remind me, that even when i mess up that mess is still me

- if you need me like you need to breathe then love me like you say you do

- just take a breath love, fill your lungs up, rest your head there's no sense in losing sleep, you can break down, let your worst out, lose your temper, but you're not losing me

- the things we do, when we dress up pain like heaven in a moment of truth

- like a bed that you can fall in when you're broken, I'm the air that's running through a window open

- give me all my time back, give me all my love back

- only wanna know me when you're lonely, only call me when there's no one else around

- dear happy, don't go, not there but I'm close, I just always thought I'd never win

- keep your head up in the clouds, live tomorrow now

- stop what you're doing take your eyes off the screen, you've always got a feeling but you don't know what it means, step across the line with an open mind and let go

- on the last day on the earth, all i wanna do is share a smile with you

- my love will testify and last through the ages

- history books will tell our love through the ages

- if I look deep inside the caverns of my heart, all I see is you smiling back at me

Also this whole song:

You are the avalanche, One world away, My make believing, While I'm wide awake

Just a trick of light, To bring me back around again, Those wild eyes, A psychedelic silhouette

I never meant to fall for you but I was buried underneath and all that I could see was white

My salvation, My, my, My salvation, My, my

You are the snowstorm, I'm purified, The darkest fairytale, In the dead of night

So let the band play out, as I'm making my way home again, glorious we transcend, into a psychedelic silhouette (& the chorus again and etc this post is already too long)

Also this whole song:

I got up late again today

And I'm scared of everything

I don't dare to dream

I got a dark imagination

These hours waste away

A debt I'll never pay

I'm talking to the walls

But the walls keep caving in

They amplify my thoughts

I really want a conversation

But I let it slip away

A debt I'll never pay

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Oh, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

I saw my friend today

She tried to comfort me

But I turned her away

There's magic in this misery

So no matter what you say

I don't think I'll ever change

Worry, worry, oh

It's funny how it changes

When nothing really changes at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't give a damn about what anyone says

I don't want to think about anything

I don't want to think about anything

And I don't really care about what anyone says

I don't need opinions hanging over my head

I don't really care about anything

I don't really care

I don't really care at all

Am I jaded?

Am I meant to feel this way?

I'm a loser, getting beat by my own game

But if I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

'Cause I choose to be this way

I'm a loser, and I self-deprecate

So when I falter, well at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

Well, at least it was my mistake

#this took....too long #secret santa (taylors version) #n13 secret santa #secret santa #gabrielle aplin #i love her! #feeling rn <3 #thank u for this secret santa im v happy now

[normiwi]

"I lost myself, seventeen.. Then you came, found me, No other magic could ever compare.. "

"Flashback when you met me.. Your buzzcut and my hair bleached, Even in my worst times you could see the best of me.."

"I, I loved you in secret, First sight, yeah, we love without reason.. "

"Say my name and everything just stops, I don't want you like a best friend"

"My, my love had been frozen, Deep blue, but you painted me golden"

"Flashback to my mistakes my rebounds, my earthquakes.. Even in my worst lies, you saw the truth of me.."

"Sometimes I wonder; when you sleep

Are you ever dreaming of me?.. Sometimes when I look into your eyes

I pretend you're mine, all the damn time.. 'Cause I like you"

"I once believed love would be burning red / But it's golden"

"Past me, I wanna tell you not to get lost in these petty things... (..) And he's passing by Rare as the glimmer of a comet in the sky.. And he feels like home.. "

"I hate accidents except when we went from friends to this.. Uh huh, that's right, Darling, you're the one I want"

"And all the pieces fall right into place.. Getting caught up in a moment.. Lipstick on your face"

"Because maybe.. You're gonna be the one that saves me.. And after all.. You're my wonderwall.. "

"I wanna love you as strong when we're ninety-two, the same as seventeen.. "

"We'll be dancing the same groove when we're ninety-two, the same as seventeen.. "

"For as long as I live.. And as long as I love.. I will never not think about you.. "

"My heart's been borrowed and yours has been blue.. All's well that ends well to end up with you.. Swear to be overdramatic and true to my lover.. And you'll save all your dirtiest jokes for me.. And at every table, I'll save you a seat, lover.."

"Is the end of all the endings?.. My broken bones are mending with all these nights we're spending.. "

"Your love is a secret I'm hoping, dreaming, dying to keep.. Change my priorities, the taste of your lips is my idea of luxury.."

"Can I go where you go?

Can we always be this close forever and ever?.. "

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Y es así.. Hace 109 días atrás, esa noche todo cambió... 💜🍓🍒💜

Te amo, te amo, te amo

💕"I'm laughing with my lover, making forts under covers.. Trust him like a brother, yeah, you know I did one thing right.... Starry eyes sparkin' up my darkest night" 💕

💜"They don't know how long it takes waiting for a love like this, every time we say goodbye I wish we had one more kiss.. I'll wait for you, I promise you.." 💜

[h-o-i-s-n-y]

When we came home, worn to the bones. I told myself, "this could get rough".And when I was off, which happened a lot. You came to me and said, "that's enough". Oh I know that this love is pain, but we can't cut it from out these veins, so I'll hit the lights and you lock the doors. We ain't leaving this room 'til we bust the mold. Don't walk away, don't roll your eyes. They say love is pain, well darling, let's hurt tonight

Call me any time that every time you're losin' it. And tell me anyone and everyone who makes you feel like shit. Because you know anybody, everybody else can lie. but honey I won't see you with a, broken set of eyes. I swear that you are, you are the future, and the future looks good.

I know I could lie, but I won't lie to you. Wherever I go, you're the ghost in the room. I don't even try looking for something new, ‘cause wherever I go, I'll be looking for you. Some people try but they can't find the magic. Others get down on their knees and they pray, I come alive when I’m close to the madness. No easy love could ever make me feel the same.

Lights down, and we drive and we're drivin' just to get out. Perfect disasters, we were swinging, from the rafters. We were dancing in cars, we were looking for ours. We were naming the stars after people we knew 'til we had to go, we were saying things like; “I refuse to look back thinking days were better. Just because they're younger days. I don't know what's 'round the corner”. The Way I feel right now I swear we'll never change, back when we were kids, swore we would never die.

Lost in stars since she was a girl. She dreamt of a place of a better world. It felt like sunlight, tired of the days living in the dark. She ran to the place where wild things are, It felt right. She said “here is where I'll be living 'til my times up. Found my people now I'm made up, always dark before the dawn. I was born, born to love you”

That's how I recall it and you and I. I remember it, it was a night just like this, one of those moments that just slip. But you just feel it from your heart to your fingertips, and I remember it, it was a late summer bliss. One of those moments that just slip.But you feel it from your heart to your fingertips.

When the room don't like us, I'll be at your table. I'll be sitting next to you, and when the world ain't righteous. It's raining Cain and Abels. I'll be trying to dance with you, everybody feels alive. So just one more time before the morning comes, everybody feels alive. If they're throwing stones at the two of us. I couldn't stop, couldn't fight this. I didn't come here to change up. I just want to fan your flame. Well if the young Picasso and the guy that made you, and no one's gonna bring you change. Everybody’s showing the scars, patchwork hearts lighting up the dark. This is love in the dark.

Album Oh My My ~One republic~ lyrics written as short stories