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groovygladiatorsheep · 10 months
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Immortal he… Return to me.
✦ AAAA DARK CREAM, DARK CREAM !!!!
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✦ Credits//Tags
Shattered belongs to - @galacii-gallery
Cross belongs to - Jakei
Pst @zu-is-here ;]
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eaglewind13 · 3 months
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Oh, when the sun loves the moon Never touching but never far Oh, at the break of day A summer's ray A moonlit night that casts away Their love remains, their love remains...
- When the Sun Loves the Moon by Reinaeiry
(Ashain belongs to @casual-necromancer )
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seraphinitegames · 1 year
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If you could attribute a song to each Wayhaven book, which song(s) would they be?
I do actually have a song for most of the books planned!
Kill of Night by Gin Wigmore for Book One - mostly because someone recommend this to me as working as like an opening credits scene song for if it was a TV show, and it works so well! :D
Circus of your Mind by Paloma Faith for Book Two - I mean, kind of obvious for that one, hehe!
For the other books I can't really say, because it would totally spoil the feel of them, but Book Five has a couple of intense ones, that's for sure! :D
Thank you so much for the ask! :)
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thepenultimateword · 5 months
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Just had an idea and want to gauge interest!
Recently I did a writing challenge/event made by @epiclamer and @save-the-villainous-cat where we surrendered an ask and gained one in return to write a story about. It was really fun and part of its purpose was to reignite writing activity on tumblr. Well, I want to inspire the same thing but with a new challenge.
I get a lot of my writing inspiration from music. I like to apply lyrics to my characters or imagine new stories, I’ve even gotten out of plot holes by listening to songs. While listening to music today, I thought about how it would be cool to write or read a story based specifically on a song. I think it would be fun if everyone who wants to participate in this challenge submits a song. Then in returned everyone will randomly receive a song that they must go listen to and base a story on. It’s up to writer how they used the song for inspiration whether it’s the lyrics, message, vibe, etc. as along as it can be plausibly linked to that song. I’d probably set a deadline, and out of fairness, people would have to really commit to write something if they join, that way everyone gets a story for the song they submitted.
So what do y’all think? If I get enough interest, I’ll organize it. (And don’t worry, this post isn’t an official sign up for it or anything, just seeing interest)
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writtenjewels · 8 months
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So Far Away by Carole King
[Baba?] Salim blinked out of his thoughts and turned to focus on his son. Zain was watching him with a worried expression on his face. [Are you sure you'll be all right while I'm at school?]
[Yes, of course I will, son,] Salim assured him.
[Okay.] He didn't looked convinced, and honestly Salim couldn't blame him.
Salim hadn't been sleeping well ever since he came back from the Sumerian temple. His waking hours weren't much better: his thoughts kept drifting off to an American in a gray cap with a cowboy accent. That was where his thoughts were just moments ago. Did air support ever come to retrieve Jason and the other Americans?
[Baba,] Zain prodded him again. [Maybe you should go out tonight.]
[Go out?] Salim repeated in confusion.
[You've been in the house for days,] the boy reasoned. [Go out. Maybe make a new friend?] He raised both eyebrows in a clear signal. How embarrassing for his son to suggest such a thing, of all people.
[Zain, really, I don't think--]
[I just worry about you being by yourself,] Zain explained. [And besides, it's been five years since Maysa left.]
[I'll go out, if you're that worried,] Salim soothed him, [but I make no promises about any new 'friends'.]
Besides, he already had a new “friend” that he couldn't get off his mind. Of course, Jason wasn't exactly the same sort of “friend” Zain was alluding to, but he was also more than just a passing acquaintance. Salim didn't really know how to categorize his relationship with the marine. If he only knew how Jason was doing, it would ease a burden on his mind.
How was he going to contact the man? All he knew were names-- nothing about where Jason and the others were stationed or how long their tour was meant to last. Remembering Jason's comment about getting a drink when they were topside, Salim grasped at the flimsy straw and went bar-hopping. Salim only meant to look for the marine, instead sitting down and drinking. When he got home he was a little drunk but not any closer to knowing what happened to Jason.
Salim ended up falling asleep on the couch. At some point he heard a knock at the door. Groggy and hung over, Salim staggered to his feet. He had the irrational thought that it was Jason on the other side. Excited, Salim hurried to answer. He deflated when he saw it was just his neighbor.
[Please turn out your light,] he was scolded. [It's past midnight.]
Salim apologized and turned off his lights. Of course it wasn't Jason. How would the American even know where Salim lived? He really needed to get that man out of his mind. This ache in his chest, this pining for someone Salim knew for mere hours…
Allah. I think… I think I… Salim swallowed hard as he let himself think the words. I love him.
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connicoxd · 7 months
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"Everything is fine"
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Uncensored version and inspired song link under cut
CW for drawing: Blood, depictions of death
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deans-baby-momma · 11 months
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A/N: Just a little something I came up with on the LOOOOOONG trip home from vacation. Inspired by a song we listened to. Anyone wanna guess? LOL
Lightning flashes across  the sky illuminates the otherwise dark highway, thunder tumbles in the distance indicating another springtime storm approaching. 
The headlights of my car barely penetrate the sheets of rain to reflect the lines of the deserted highway. Rural roads are not known for their stellar lighting, no streetlights and not many homes that have bright bulbs to shine out that far. 
I can barely see five feet in front of me as I maneuver the rental car I’m using between the lines. I am ready to get to the next town, find a hotel and take a good hot shower before falling into bed. Today has been tedious and tiresome. 
Another flash of light from the sky bounces off something on the side of the road and I slowly apply the brakes. As I get nearer, I can make out the silhouette of another vehicle on the side of the road. Dark, maybe black; sleek but big. Not a truck but an older car, one that is made from actual metal and chrome and not the fiberglass and plastic the newer ones are manufactured with now. 
I look out the passenger window as I pass to see if the driver is inside or if someone is standing nearby but I see no one. Hopefully some other good samaritan came by and picked them up and they aren’t walking in this torrential downpour from the sky. I don’t know anyone who would enjoy walking in this crap. 
A couple of miles down the road, though, I see someone walking along the edge of the asphalt, hands in their pockets and their shoulders slumped over trying to shield the rain. I can tell it hasn’t worked as the whole top half of their body is soaked through, their clothing clinging to them like a second skin. He has no umbrella or coat, like he wasn’t expecting to have to walk in this mess
As I get closer, I can tell it’s a man. Tall, muscular and bow-legged. His cowboy swagger gives away his condition and makes me swoon. Cowboys are my weakness. When he notices me, he turns his head and I swear my heart stopped. Not only was he built like a God but he looked like one too!
I pull up alongside, rolling down my window and offer him a ride. His response is a smile as he reaches for the door. As soon as he is out of the elements and the cabin is once again a reprieve from the outside, I press the gas and continue my journey.
“Thanks again,” he says and his voice is smooth like honey. “I didn’t think I’d ever see another vehicle.”
“Yea, not many people out at the time of night,” I responded. “Especially in this storm.”
We ride along in silence for a while until we start seeing the telltale signs of the next town. I sigh in relief, thinking of how I’m that much closer to that hot shower and nice, warm bed that awaits. 
“Is there anywhere you want me to drop you off?” I ask, silently lamenting that my time with the stranger is coming to an end.
“I guess just point me to the closest motel. I was just passing through and I doubt there is a mechanic shop open this late to go get my car.”
I pull into the Motel 6 and put it in park. “Well, I’m staying here. I’m just passing through too.”
“Thanks for the lift,” he says as he opens the door and steps out, heading to the lobby.
Grabbing my bag from the backseat, I climb out of the vehicle and close the door, locking it and walking toward the lobby myself, to check in. As I step inside the building, I hear the concierge telling the stranger that there are no vacancies. 
“You gotta be kidding me!” he huffs as I see rain drops drip from his hair and slither down his neck into the back of his shirt. “There’s nothing? Not even a sofa in an empty corner?”
“No sir,” the young boy says. “We are booked solid.”
“You can stay in mine,” I say as I approach the desk. “I have a room and most of these places have at least a cot.”
The stranger and the boy behind the desk look at me bewildered. Yes, I just offered a stranger a place to stay so he doesn’t have to sleep outside in the rain. This is the same stranger I picked up on the side of the road not even an hour ago. So what? I’m a nice person. 
I step up to the desk and check in, grabbing my key and turning to the man standing behind me. “We’re in room 23. Come on,” I smile as I walk out of the lobby, my suitcase rolling along after.
The storm rages outside the window as we settle in for the night. As I predicted, the room provided a full size bed and a couch with a pullout mattress. After my shower, I snuggle down under the comforter on the bed and listen to his teeth chatter.
“Get over here and get in the bed,” I tell him, sitting up to see his silhouette shivering under the thin sheet. “I didn’t pick you up just to let you freeze to death in my hotel room.”
The man stood up as a flash of lightning lit up the room. He was in nothing but a pair of boxers and I salivate at the sight. He is pure brawn, muscles sinewy and taut; his stomach has a small paunch but other than that, he looks like he could take care of himself in any situation. 
His skin is ice cold as he slides into the bed alongside me, causing goosebumps to erupt on my skin. Or is it the fact that I’m absolutely turned on by him?
We lay on our backs, both of us staring at the ugly yellowed ceiling above our heads.  I close my eyes and will myself to sleep but before I can accomplish that, I feel his hand begin to run along my thigh.
Before long, we are in the throes of passion, his body thrusting into mine with ease. He was doing everything just right and had me cumming in minutes. I screamed out my release as I heard him grunt and then felt his spendings filling me full.
After cleaning up, we cuddled and drifted off to sleep. I’d never felt more like a woman than I did in this stranger’s arms. It was magical, 
The sun shining through the window woke me up and I lay there, still in his arms as I lamented what had actually happened. I had picked up a stranger on the side of the road, brought him into my hotel room, where we made love and I hadn’t even asked his name!
The man who rocked my world was still asleep when I was dressed and ready to leave. I grabbed the complimentary pen and pad and left him a note. It’s the least I could do.
‘I am the flower you are the seed. We walked in the garden, we planted a tree
Don't try to find me, please don't you dare.
Just live in my memory. you'll always be there.’
To be continued…..
2nd A/N: Hopefully the last part will be posted this weekend (6/16-18)
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jann-the-bean · 11 months
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Song inspiration
Fluffynightkiller week 2023
“Ccino.. are you thinking of him again?”
“A-ah! H-huh?” Ccino stammered as mochas voice snapped him from his fantasies. “What?”
“You had that look on your face.” She chuckled “Your eyes get all dreamy and you smile, and not to mention you wouldn’t respond when I was talking to you.”
Ccino felt his cheeks get warm as a pink hue began to show. “O-oh…” He smiled sheepishly. “Y-You caught me.”
She smiled a little before sighing, worry filling her eyes.
“Ccino.. I know you’re really into this Nightmare guy but..” Her voice trailed off.
“B-but?”
“Don’t get me wrong, I think we all have our celebrity crushes and even freak over fictional guys. But, it feels like you’ve put your life on hold since getting that job as an intern.”
“What? T-That’s not true. I’m j-just busy.” Ccino frowned a little.
“Maybe not your whole life, but definitely your dating life. I know that Orchid asked you out, and you said no. You didn’t even give her a chance..”
“M-Mocha.. I know y-you’re just looking out f-for me. B-But, I don’t think it w-would b-be fair to me o-or orchid to l-lead her o-on. I j-just see her a-as a f-f-friend.”
Mocha pursed her lips and gently tossed her ear behind her shoulder.
“So, it’s not because you’re expecting that these famous actors will just see you and fall in love at first sight?”
Ccino’s cheeks burned intensely with his pink blush reflecting it.
“I-I-I… n-no.. n-not always..”
She smiled and playfully punched his arm. “I’m only teasing. “I’m just saying.. fantasies aren’t bad.. but maybe it’s time you look for someone real.”
“But they-“
“I know they are real.” Mocha interrupted before Ccino could try to argue. “Killer and Nightmare. But.. you don’t know anything about them. You have an idea of them.. but not who they really are do you?”
Ccino fell silent for a while before giving a small nod.
He didn’t like to admit it but she did have a point. All he really knew was their coffee orders.. but he’d never really had a chance to talk to them.
Ccino shifted and began cleaning off the countertop. It was just the two of them closing today. Often times they’d both use this as an opportunity to catch up on gossip or news they couldn’t share outside of work.
“Mocha.. I’ve j-just.. you know w-what my p-past relationship was l-like.” Ccino stopped cleaning and stared at the rag.
Mocha, who had been sweeping this whole time, stopped. She approached Ccino and placed a hand ontop of his. “Yeah.. we don’t have to talk about that.”
Ccino smiled with a hint of sadness mixed in.
“M-My love life has b-been a l-l-little disappointing y-you know? I know t-that n-nightmare nor k-killer would go for a s-simple b-barista like me.”
“Ccino..”
“It’s t-true Mocha..” Ccino continued on with his closing duties. “I know.. I-Im n-not most p-people’s types. S-so for now.. I think I-I’d like t-to let m-myself f-fall for boys I s-see on the T.V screen. It’s j-just nice to f-fantasize..”
Ccino belongs to @black-nyanko
Killer belongs to @rahafwabas
Nightmare belongs to @jokublog
Mocha belongs to me! @jann-the-bean
Tagging @help-im-a-gay-fish for fluffynightkiller week!
Edit: I totally forgot to add the song that inspired this little oneshot!
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captainlaurence · 5 months
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“I have only two emotions, careful fear and dead devotion.
I can’t get the balance right with all my marbles in the fight.
I see all the ones I went for, all the things I had it in for.
I won’t cry until I hear ‘cause I was not supposed to be here.
Everything I love is on the table.
Everything I love is out to sea.”
- Don’t Swallow the Cap, The National
Empire of Ivory Chapter 16 Laurence Coded.
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cariantha · 2 months
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Dear Ethan and Sawyer,
I apologize in advance for the future trauma.
Regretfully,
Cari
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welcometololaland · 9 months
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I've not really delved into the tarlos fandom yet, but I did feel the need to share this and you are the first blog that caught my eye so:
"Allies or Enemies" by the Crane Wives is a break-up-era tarlos song
hello! I admit, I don't know this song or this band, but these lyrics are 😩
What happens now?
Do we have another go?
Do we bow out and take our separate roads?
I'll admit I've had my doubts
But I want to be let in, not out
Thank you for sharing 💜
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summerhermit · 1 year
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Wild Flower by RM 🎵
Indigo slowly becoming the theme song of my late 20s 💜💙
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marycat-draw · 1 year
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Giving to love
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Music inspiration
I'm baaaaaaaaack
Many things have happened that I'm still not ready to say in public... :'3
I was inspired by a part of the music video "giving to love" of AURORA (she is one of my inspiration, she inspires me while I'm drawing <3) sorry if I didn't put effort into the background :'3
I hope you like it!
Hearts and reblogs helps a lot!
💝Español💝
Volviiiiiiii
Han pasado muchas cosas que aun no estoy preparada para decir en público... :'3
Me inspire de una parte del video musical de "giving to love" de AURORA (ella me está inspirado bastante a la hora de dibujar, se volvió una de mis inspiraciones <3) sorry si no le puse empeño al fondo :'3
Espero les guste!!
Los corazones y reblogs ayudarían mucho!
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cajunfoxnight · 1 year
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“A decorative display of flowers Petals covering my corpse Reflecting colors of your insides Suppress the pain and numb my thoughts Captivated, I feel complacent Cover me with flowers to show that I'm not vacant Haunt me in my sleep And keep me from my wake again Dying here with you would be so perfect”
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Whatever You Ask For...
"Well just because we are not who we used to be doesn't mean we can't show you the best of what we have to offer," Benedict said as he got up from the chair, finishing his whiskey before setting the cup down. "So, I'll ask one more time. Will you join us?" You looked at him, sliding your glasses down your nose when Robert smirked and leaned back in his chair. Tom gave you a most sultry smile that invoked the spirit of the god he portrayed on the screen, an intrigued sparkle in his green eyes. Unable to deny that you knew they were here for a reason, you closed your books and stacked them up together, coming to a stand. Robert followed suit and so did Tom as you put your glasses away in their case and placed everything into your bag, pulling it onto your shoulder. "Lead the way, gentlemen," you said with a smirk of your own, a purr in your voice as Ben gave you the most flirtatious smile you had ever seen on his beautiful face.
Spring 2023...
@sobeautifullyobsessed @fanartka @icytrickster17
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Surefire by Wilderado
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