#the tittle is a reference to THAT song

[everythingelseisextra]

Love Song (Tommy's POV)

Part Nineteen: No Harm

Part Eighteen out of Twenty-One (Or Twenty-Two, haven't decided yet) Author's Note: Sorry for how short this is, and sorry for not responding to any of your guy's comments on the last part. I did read them, but I've been pretty overwhelmed with work recently and it just felt like Too Much. Description: Tommy formulates a plan. Warnings: language, references to trafficking, and poetic rambling Word Count: 1559 (again, I'm so sorry.) Tag List: @theshelbyslimited  @ttaechi  @weaponizedvirtue  @majesticcmey  @optimisticsandwichgladiator  @zablife  @princesssterek  @mm0thie  @callsignvenus @ay0nha  @mgdixon  @fairytale07 @dreamy-caramel  @ce1iat  @algae-tm @dragonsondragons @trentknd @nothingofsimplicity @babayaga67 @shelbydelrey @globetrotter28 @look-at-the-soul @notalxx @chaengist @cookiez56-blog @skxawngs @h0neylemon

I thought nothing would bring me to my knees like that night. A sapphire on bloodied, pale skin. A gunshot ringing in my ears. Bones cracking beneath my brother’s hands. Glass shattering on the man with the gun. Her weight going dead in my arms. I turn women into martyrs. Does that say more about me or of them? Do we care too deeply for each other, or do we care too little about ourselves that a sacrifice comes easy? 

Once Arthur pulls the bullet from the muscle in my shoulder and once the blood is stemmed, I stand, stagger forward, and almost fall. He catches me with an arm around my back and mutters like a madman, words thick and full of anger. “Where did they take her, brother? Where did they take her?” 

He shakes me to break me out of the stupor I swim in. My gaze stays rapt on the door where I last saw her, where a group of hardened men walked her out. She went willingly and I sat and watched. I did nothing to protect her. 

“I don’t know, Arthur,” I say quietly. “I don’t know where.” 

He shakes me roughly again. “You giving up? You letting that woman get taken by the kind of men who think little girls are all grown up and ready for them? She’s not fucking dead, Tom, use that head of yours and go get her out of there.” 

There’s one person in this damned city who could tell me where to hunt. One person with the knowledge of quiet transportation, stealing someone from their fate, bringing them home or into hell. Whether he’ll give me the gift of his advice and help me take her back; that’s a gamble. That’s the game I have to play, and I know for a fact that he will play it, too, toy with me the way I toy with others. Smart as I am, that man. Smarter, even. 

I nod slowly and Arthur releases me. I pull a cigarette from its box in my pocket and light it, an excuse to take a deep, smoke-filled breath. An expectation lingers in Arthur’s watchful eyes. 

I turn to look at him, faint mirth twitching my lips. “You’re not going to like this.”

—

“Good morning, Mr. Solomons.” Seven hours since they took her. Seven hours since she was walked out of Arrow House and placed in a car and driven off somewhere where hell and earth merge. And I am wasting time with pleasantries, because Alfie has a propensity towards what he refers to as ‘tittle-tattle.’ 

“Yeah, it is.” He meanders from the window over to my desk, placing a hand on it, leaning his weight on the wood despite the cane in his other hand. “You’re lucky I was passing, weren’t you, because you still seem to believe that you are some god from some religion that has the power to summon up Jews of a particular standing.”

I nod vaguely, wait for him to continue, picking bits of information from his phrasing. Confusing man, he is, with a habit of mixing metaphors and twisting his own words. He takes patience, like a stallion who’s learned he’s bigger than the rest. 

“I’ve heard that you took in a girl, didn’t ya, who’s opened her legs to just about every man I’ve met from France! Now, that’s something, now isn’t it? You, a man of some standing, and a girl who used to go from place to place with a collar around her throat and someone begging her to use one of her holes. Now, I don’t know which one she used for you, but word is, she’s got you wound tight. You do know how many of them there are, don’t you? I could get you a man, I could, who would bring you any girl you like. White slaves, and all, you know the like.” He sits down on the chair beside me. Light shines in from the window across from us and plays in his bright eyes, serving to make them almost transparent. “Best thing to do, mate, is to forget about her and stop asking those questions and killing those men, right? You’ve been fucking around with the slavers, now haven’t you, you silly boy?”

I raise my eyebrows and stand, walking over to the windows to stare out at the grounds. “You’ve been keeping tabs.”

“Yeah, well, I was curious, now wasn’t I?” His mouth twitches, not into a smile, but sideways, thoughtful. 

The sentiment hovers between us. That I had stepped lower than my standing to be with a woman who hadn’t a clue about the life I live. He doesn’t realize who she is and how easily her world merges into mine. Basic understanding stays preserved through the horrors we both have witnessed. And now, for the first time, she needs me, instead of the other way around. She can’t protect herself against something as big as the organization she’s been taken by. 

“Then you should know, Alfie, that she can survive it.” I keep my back to him, one hand on the sill, the other in my pocket. 

“Just like you did when you came back from France and like your fucking family did when they put the nooses around their necks. Eh? Just like that, right?”

“Just like that, yes.” I turn to face him, walking forward to put both hands on my desk, looking down at him. “She will survive, and we will bring her home.” 

“Yeah, about that, there’s someth—”

“You will be properly compensated once the job is done, Alfie.” I look down at the desk, working my jaw. Reaching down, I slide a piece of paper towards him. “You’ll find the sum appropriate.”

He pulls his spectacles out of his suit jacket, his hand trembling slightly, and peers down through them at the paper. He looks back up at me, eyes bright. “I do, yeah, I do. Suppose you want a miracle worked, do you?”

“Something like that.” I step back, drawing myself up and taking a deep breath, eyes still on the paper. 

I pay for her life, for her freedom, in the same way men pay for her body and their own pleasure. It brings a boiling sensation to my stomach and my jaw tightens slightly.

“If you asked, I wouldn’t fuckin bring you a woman.” Alfie shakes his head. “Not from them, anyway.”

“I know.” I move around the desk and sit down next to him again. “While I waited for you to arrive, I formulated a plan.”

—

I don’t believe in God. 

I once talked to Him while I stood in my grave. I asked Him to give me a reason and He never could. He looked down on the End and he saw that it was Bad. He turned his back on me, and I turned mine on him. An eye for an eye, like the bible says. 

I believe in poets and I believe in lovers. I believe in soldiers and I believe in hatred. I believe in the innocent and the guilty and the men and women and in-between who fought for the right to their lives. I believe in Her. 

I know we are not soulmates because I can’t feel what She feels, not at all. We will love each other on purpose when this is all over. We will choose to fight for each other like we do now. We will stop sacrificing for the other and start building. 

I don’t believe in God. 

This life, this brief glimpse of heaven on Earth, this is all we fucking get. Not what we expected but what we have, and for Her, I would waste this one life on fighting. I would go back into that tunnel, that birth canal, and I would defuse and defuse and defuse and light and light and light until there were bombs under the men who keep Her and a pathway for Her to crawl through, back through my grave, my mother’s womb, and out into the world. 

I have always had a hatred for Cain. Am I my brother’s keeper? Yes. We are our family’s keeper. It is being human that bonds us together, and to kill kin is to kill yourself. I have tried to do both, accidentally, on purpose, the line blurs. I understand him, though, in a way. If I was not in God’s good graces, I would want to wander. I would want to roam. His punishment was wanderlust and still, there is more to see. Always more, more, more. No place to go but everywhere. 

I don’t believe in God. But I believe in Her. 

A defiant act of creation, both haunted and holy, chaotic mess of joy and fear and memories pounding between temples. She is the reason I get up in the morning, and She is the reason I can sleep at night. Like every beautiful thing, She is poisonous, and I know those who bite into Her flesh will feel Her wrath. 

There is an intimacy beyond sex or love to self-destruction, and I promise to Her that I will not give to it. I will give to Her and only Her. She saw the worst of me and hardly flinched. 

I don’t believe in God.

#only the wild ones #peaky blinders #tommy shelby #tommy shelby x reader #thomas shelby #peaky blinders imagine #peaky blinders x reader #tommy shelby imagine #thomas shelby x reader #tommy shelby fanfic #peaky blinder imagine #thomas shelby fanfic #thomas shelby angst #thomas shelby imagine #poetry #alfie solomons

[ovrtersballad]

Hc- Voice and names

Their is no proper name for the people that surround the waters of etoile filante. They do not need a name to be called but many refer to them as children of the waters or mermaids, for that is what they are and creatures that look far more feminine are spotted more often. They were born from the sea and live peacefully their. Though it is said how some have chosen to live on land and take up names , this is a magical right that has allowed them to not suffer when they walk on land.

A name has magical power for them, its a tie to the soul in the most deepest manner possible and the children of the sea often refer to each other by tittles rather then their names for this reason.

Mermaids have bodies that are odd compared to humans because of the magic these beings have. They are beings who can compel and affect another soul and the magic of this world made it possible for their own souls to be compelled.

A name for these children gives them protection, it provides more then a identity it helps give them "meaning". To receive a name from these people is to form a deep connection and hold trust. For holding their name is like holding their heart in your hands.

Names must be freely given, if you wish to hold a connection or bond with them. To steal a name is blasphemes and violates every right and freedom these people have. To steal a name is to bind them in all manner possible and the only way to regain their freedom is if its "given" back.

A name unfortunately cannot be stolen back by these children for one reason and one reason alone. Their voices.

Young pups often learn their names when they find their true song, the meaning their life has. This moment is when they gain the markings all elders have. Each elder has diffrent makings and many markings can mean many things.

Know, their are cases were a human and a child of the sea have half breeds and they are often called sirens. They are called sirens for a reason, it is said their voices act far diffrent, it is said they can sing a song that's so sweet you feel like you've died. This is because the command these beings have over the soul is stronger, but they are bound by a name they did not learn. That was not come to them, that has not been granted to them.

These children are often harmed or were hunted down before the peace treaties were created, for they have many of the same properties of the children of the waters.

#🌸ﾟ･｡ * ｡ ☆ *now leave an impression. and take your redemption: (( about )) #TOSSES OUT SOME LORE BECAUSE I HAVE BEEN THINKING ABOUT MY CHILD #🌸ﾟ･｡ * ｡ ☆ * come and take me away. from all the things i’ve ever known :: ( yiska )

[choconanime]

💕💕Twisted Wonderland Au💕💕

Wanted to draw my favorite OCS in twisted now that I been slowly coming back to it hahaha reblog appreciated🥺but Anyways profile under just so i don't hog anyone screen LOLOLOL

*•°* Kanae🐶 *°•*

Year: 1 year

Dorm: stagrove (fandorm belonging to @prometheanglory )

Birthday: 05/04

Age: 18

Height: 190 cm/6.2 ft

Dominant hand: Right

Origin: ------

Club: Track and Field

Best subject: PE/ defense magic

Hobby: cooking and hiking

Bad with: studying, formalities, keeping her voice low

Favorite food: Anmitsu with a butt load of syrup but steak sandwich also good

Disliked food: none

Special skill: Can cook something out of anything

Special magic: intimidate

Will paralyze the target after a command or scream, however it works best with animal's than humans as duration for it is lesser especially if they see it coming.

Kanae comes from the big city,often she even forgets formalities and will call people by familiar tittles like: big bro,big sis,lil bro,etc even uncle when referring to teachers. Despite her lack of formalities she does her best to keep up with the other's.

*•*Iogyoku👑*•*

Year: Year 3

Dorm: Pomefiore

Birthday: 09/19

Age: 19

Height: 173 cm/5.8 ft

Dominant hand: Right

Origin: -------

Club: Band but rarely shows up

Best subject: Magical potions/swimming

Hobby: Partying, breaking the rules at this point, lazy-ing around at monstro cafe

Bad at: keeping up appearances

Favorite food: Chicken nuggets

Disliked food: Pork

Special skills: Good at bargaining

Special magic: n/a

Despite being in Pomefiore, Io is well know by many in her dorm to be the one of the popular slacker's that "ruin" the dorm image and yet despite the many naggings she had heard of Vil, that hasn't stop her from acting wild and free, wanting to prove Vil theirs beauty in even the most "wildest" of people.

π°*• Kinjo Ritsuki 🦊•*°π

Year: 2 year

Dorm: Ignihyde

Birthday: 05/31

Age: 18

Height: 152 cm/4.11 ft

Dominant: Right

Origin: Land of Woe

Club: Band but only appears using her fox robot

Best subject: Ancient cursed/conjuration/Magic analyst

Hobby: Magic music, playing video games, playing with her robot fox

Bad with: Crowded area's/Defense magic

Favorite food: Oatmeal cookie Ice cream sandwiches

Disliked food: Garlic

Special skill: Can figure out what song you most likely like by hearing a few examples.

Special magic: n/a

Even in her own dorm she's only been seen once or twice out of her room, at least physically...people only interact with her via her Robot fox, "Kiri" that's connected to her via magic technology. Is unknown why she never leaves but people assume is related to the first day she came to Night Raven.

_°-_-°Mari Adami🗒️°-_-°_

Year: 3 year

Dorm: Heartslabyul

Birthday: 08/23

Age: 19

Height: 160 cm/5.3 ft

Dominant: ambidextrous

Origin: Queendom of Roses

Club: Horse-Riding club

Best subject: Magic analysis| Biology| Practical Magic | Mathematics |art

Hobby: Writing events in her journal

Bad with: Unplanned situations

Favorite food: Cinnamon rolls with coffe

Disliked food: tea

Special skill: Finding lost things

Special magic: n/a

Adami is known for her rather plain life style,good grades and boring Sence of fashion yet despite all that she does enjoys competing with others and once she's serious there's no coming back from it. It's rumored she escapes at night time to party with a certain, popular slacker in Pomefiore but she hasn't been caught in the act so not many are sure if that's true.

Brr ik i put a few in magic subject but i just couldn't decide just one so take it as best->medium best clases

#twisted wonderland oc #twisted wonderland #my art #art box #twst oc #Kiri #Adami #zinnia #io

[sob-sister]

So u think nye girl he was hugging in the pic is his lil secret?

my response to that ask got so misinterpreted. i should have worded it differently. let's clear it up. they were asking me who his girlfriend is and i responded with "come home the kids miss you, track 8". when i said that, while i was referring to the song tittle, i did not mean that the song is about any possible current girlfriend. i was trying to say (very badly it appears) that any possible girlfriend / my answer is a lil secret.

[officialyourdailyinspiration]

Devotional Hours Within the Bible

by J.R. Miller

Some Laws of the Kingdom (Matthew 5:17-26 and 38-48)

We are not to think of Christianity as a new religion, distinct from that of the Old Testament. Rather, the one is a development from the other. Jesus was careful to say, "I came not to destroy - but to fulfill ." Then He added, "Truly I say unto you, until heaven and earth pass away, not one jot or one tittle shall pass away from the law, until all things be accomplished."

This is the law of all life. No particle of matter is ever destroyed. It form may be changed - but nothing of it passes out of existence. A log of wood may be burned in the fire - but it is not destroyed. Some of it lies in ashes and some of it escapes into the air in the form of smoke and steam and chemical elements - but not a jot or a tittle of the wood has been destroyed. All the wisdom of the ages still exists in the world. The songs men have sung, the words they have spoken, are living in the hearts and lives of our race. Our age is the inheritor of all past ages. Christianity holds all that was good and true and beautiful in Judaism. Jesus destroyed nothing of the religion of Moses. He was the fulfillment of all the prophecies. What went before Him was blossom ; in Him the fruit appeared. The blossom was not destroyed - it only fell off because it had fulfilled its purpose.

The Old Testament is not antiquated and outgrown. It, too, is the Word of God. Wherever we find Divine truth - we are to accept it. Of course, there is a difference in the relative importance of Scripture words - there are least and there are greatest commandments - but he who breaks the least has grieved God and sinned against Him. He who obeys every Word of God, however small it may seem - has lifted himself up in the rank of God's children.

The Sermon on the Mount teaches the spirituality of all true obedience. The scribes and Pharisees were great sticklers for the letter of the law - but they went little farther. They missed its spirit. They interpreted "You shall not kill" literally as condemning murder - but they did not think of applying it to murderous thoughts. Jesus spoke startlingly, "But I say unto you, that every one who is angry with his brother - shall be in danger of the judgment." That is, anger is murder. So serious is this interpretation of the law, that Jesus says we cannot truly worship God while we have bitterness dwelling in our heart. Hatred must give place to love, when we stand before God. If we have wronged another, and the hour of prayer comes with the wronged yet unrighted - we must stop before the altar, interrupting our worship until we have gone to the one we have wronged and confessed and been forgiven. Perhaps we do not always think how serious an offense to God - an unforgiving spirit is. Quarreling is not only ethically unlovely; it is also wickedly and spiritually evil.

Acts are bad - but thoughts are taken note of, in the presence of God. There is sin in a lustful look - as well as in an unchaste act. Our thoughts have moral quality. Jesus enters into particulars and names certain sins which His disciples should carefully avoid. The Christian life should be without spot or blemish. One lesson He taught, was reverence in speech. "I say unto you, Swear not at all." He does not refer to oaths taken in the courts of law - but to profanity in speech. There is much irreverence in the conversation of many people in our day. Those who indulge in it often do it almost unconsciously. Some people - far too many - are recklessly profane. The profanity one hears in many places, even from the mouths of boys, is shocking. But there are any who think they never use profanity, whose speech is full of such forms of oaths as Jesus here refers to. We need to guard against every form of profanity in our speech, however veiled it may be.

"Hallowed by Your name," we say in the Lord's Prayer; we should be careful that God's name is always hallowed in our thought and in our conversation also, that it is never used lightly or irreverently.

Jesus made a plea also for simplicity of speech. "Simply let your 'Yes' be 'Yes,' and your 'No,' 'No'; anything beyond this comes from the evil one." There is a common tendency to exaggeration and over - emphasis in speech. Many people always try to say things in a strong and emphatic way. They are not content to say yes or no - and stop with that. They rarely tell anything precisely according to the bare facts - but color even the most common happenings. It would be a great deal better if we would learn to use simple words, without exaggeration of any kind. Someone says, "The more swearing, the more lying." It would be well if we would remember that in speaking we are always overheard by One to whom the least shade of dishonesty is repulsive, and who is grieved by any profanity .

It was the custom in the old days to return evil for evil, hurt for hurt, injury for injury. "An eye for an eye, and a tooth for a tooth," was the law. It is the common law yet with too many people. Our hearts urge us to seek revenge, and forgiving injuries is not natural with us. It is a law of the kingdom of heaven, which we are slow in learning. Even many who call themselves Christians, claim that they have a right to return evil for evil. A person who returns kindness for unkindness, who does an obliging act for one that was disobliging, is not commended as a manly man. The almost universal feeling, is that an offense must be retaliated. But that is not the way Jesus teaches us to do, when we have been wronged. "I say unto you, resist not him that is evil: but whoever smites you on your right cheek, turn to him the other also." We are to endure wrong patiently. We are to forgive those who have injured us.

This is one of the hardest lessons we have to learn in becoming Christians, and in the cultivation of the Christian graces. It is hard when others treat us unjustly, to keep on loving them and to be ready any moment to do them good. Yet that is what Jesus did, and He wants us to be like Him. He suffered wrongfully, and went on loving. He taught that we should forgive those who have injured us. When one of His disciples asked Him how often they should forgive others, and suggested seven times as a fair number; Jesus told him that not seven times - but seventy times seven, they should forgive. That is, they should never cease to forgive.

The word of Jesus which tell us that when one compels us to go a mile with him to show him the way and give him help on his journey - we should go two miles, is suggestive of the spirit of all true Christian life. Some people do the best they possibly can do for others. They try to carry out the teaching of love in a very literal fashion. But they never go an inch farther than they are required to go; they never pay a penny more than the law demands. Jesus said, however, that we should cultivate this two - mile religion, doing more than we are expected to do, going father in helping others than we are required to go. Love should always abound in us. We are never to measure and calculate our kindness to others, giving just so much and no more. Generosity is to be the law of all our life. Anybody can go one mile with another - but we are to do more than others and go two miles.

The law of love to neighbors was taught in the Old Testament - but like other Divine teachings which were not easy, the people made their own glosses over the Divine Commandment, changing the sense to suit their own nature feelings. They interpreted this ancient law thus, "You shall love your neighbor, and hate your enemy." They defined neighbors to include only certain pleasant, congenial people, people who were kind to them, people whom they liked. Jesus taught a higher law. "But I say unto you, Love your enemies, and pray for those who persecute you." According to His teaching, our neighbor is anyone who needs our help.

The parable of the Good Samaritan was Christ's own illustration and explanation of the meaning of the commandment to love our neighbor. It was a Jew who was hurt, and lay bleeding by the roadside. It was a hated and despised Samaritan who proved neighbor to him, stopping on his way, at much cost to his own interests, caring for the man, nursing him, and providing a place in which he might recover. No matter who it may be that needs any help ministry or comfort from us - we are not to ask about his nationality, whether he has been a good friend to us in the past, or not, or whether he belongs to our set - we are to help him, because he is 'our neighbor'.

The Divine example is referred to in enforcing the lesson. God is kind to the sinner as well as to the righteous man. "He makes His sun to rise on the evil and the good, and sends rain on the just and the unjust." When He finds anyone in distress, He does not ask who he is. He imparts blessing to all alike. Since God is patient with those who wrong Him and neglect Him, if we are God's children we must show the same spirit.

The Master thus sets the highest standard for His followers. It is not enough for them to be as good as other people are - they must be better. "And if you greet only your brothers, what are you doing more than others? Do not even pagans do that?" was His question. Anybody can love those that love him. Anybody will greet those who greet him graciously. The Christian is to do more. "You therefore shall be perfect, as your heavenly Father is perfect." We should keep before us always the question, "What are you doing more than others ?"

Christian boys among their friends must not be content to live as the world's boys do - they must do more than they do, they must be better than they are. The Christian carpenter must do his work better than the carpenter who does not know Christ and follow Him. The Christian girl must be more gentle, more patient, more thoughtful, and more unselfish, more kind, than worldly girls are, because she belongs to Christ. In all life's affairs, we must remember that having given ourselves to Christ, there rests upon us an obligation for a more beautiful life, for nobler service, for sweeter living, for larger usefulness, for Christ like helpfulness, because we represent our Master, and are called to be perfect, even as our Father in heaven is perfect.

#Devotional Hours Within the Bible #James Russell Miller #Some Laws of the Kingdom #Matthew 5:17-26 and 38-48 #July 11 #2022

[purpleisnotacolor]

okay even if they don't advertise as such, I say Citizen Soldier is an honorary christian band.

they're main focus is one suicide awareness and spreading hope to those suffering (good news one could say) but in doing so their songs drip with christian themes!

in the song "face to face" they say "I fought the devil and lived to tell" to refer to struggles with depression. which is what many Christians know as spiritual warfare. weather it was intentional, or just dramatic word choice, they are saying that the voice in your head telling you to die is the devil, and living is winning against him.

and the tittle of "hallelujah, I'm not dead" is so obvious! "hallelujah" means "praise the Lord". they are literally saying "praise the Lord that I'm not dead" why would an atheistic band praise the Lord?

and in "this is your sign" they say it's no coincidence that it's fate that you're hearing their song. Christians talk on and on about signs from God!

maybe it's just these few songs, but there is no way this is just coincidental!

please go check them out!

#I love the music obviously #my posts #citizen soldier #christian music

[noahskahan]

my opinion on the first listen after hearing the whole album (1st and 2st part)

the albums are not ad bad as I thought they were when I began listening, it is a lot like midnights and a bit like reputation where they are really good and well written songs but you will also find cringe lyrics and annoying production style (cof cof jack cof cof)

One thing I feel about ts is that for her is really hard to grow up from her yearly 20s, because ad listening to this about it hit me that fearless and speak now taylor had more mature lyrics than 34 yo taylor (not all of the songs obv but like 19 yo Taylor did wrote dear john and 34yo Taylor wrote : “ like a tattooed golden retriever” ). Also all the high school references during midnights and ttpd are fucking annoying FIND ANOTHER ANALOGY WOMAN!!

She also need to start putting the visuals and the production and lyrics on the same place, she did the same thing with midnights where the photos and promo had NOTHING to do it with the album. I don’t think ttpd is in the level as midnights but the vibes the photoshoot gave had more to do with the surprise album than the original one

The song is liked around actually really good not only for the lyrics but also the production but unfortunately from 31 songs i maybe have liked 10 maybe less idk.

She needs to stop working so much with jack, they found a comfortable place and are stuck there and it is a mediocre place for her music.

Im sure that as the time passes i will enjoy more the album but my initial grade for it is 6.5 or 7 idk

The black dog is my favorite song and the rest of the tittles are too long for me to rank it so lol

I forgot to add but the biggest highlight for me is her voice!!! Her vocals are fire i fucking love it!!!

#it is a mess but so is the album

[bigdearworld]

somethingsupersweet -> bigdearworld

woo url change because originally the first url was just a placeholder (it was literally the tittle of the song i was listening to when i created the blog) until i came up with one that i liked but ended up forgetting about it, so yeah. the new url is an anne of green gabled reference, if you weren't aware, i love that book and i'm actually surprised this one was available lmao

ALSO i finally got a web theme for this blog!! i'm obsessed with and i feel like it just makes my blog 1000% better, everyone should get a web theme in my opinion

#official comeback? #maybe? #because i think i figured out what i want to do with this blog #august speaks #also i obviously i didn't do my web theme #the link to the creator is in it #if you can't access it #it was made by @glenthemes #their themes are beautiful

[angel-thoughts-dump]

apparently ats "under my skin" ep tittle was a reference to this old song and its like yeah make that little obsession of being in love a reference to literally being possessed by a demon why not

#source IMDB #they already said sex will make you loose your soul so why not lmaoop #1.14 #Youtube

[sageofjustice]

ooc : Each thread with SPN character is going to get an episode tittle and that episode is going to be titled after Frank Sinatra songs and maybe a few Bayonetta references.

#ooc : just my couple of cents

[zafirosreverie]

If raindrops were kisses (Pepa x Reader)

a/n: this is inspired by what my grandfather used to tell me about the rain <3 

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You smiled when you heard the unmistakable sound of rain-laden clouds. You loved the rain!! However, when you leaned out the window, Mr. Sun greeted you, radiant and warm. There was not a single cloud in sight.

Your smile only widened.

If there were no clouds but you could hear the storm, there was only one answer: your girlfriend was nearby.

You blushed at the thought of that word. You had only been dating for a few weeks, but the thought of Pepa Madrigal made your pulse race and your cheeks redden. The red-haired woman was a force of nature, literally, and it was inevitable for you to gravitate towards her.

You quickly put on your shoes and left your house, ready to find her. By this time of day, she should have finished her tasks in the village, so you wouldn't interrupt anything (Alma Madrigal could be quite scary, thank you).

"Hi Julieta" you greeted the older triplet "have you seen Pepa?"

"Hi Y/N" she smiled at you "I think I saw her heading to the grasslands"

"Thanks!"

You ran as fast as your legs would allow you, with a big grin from ear to ear. Your mother always said that you were too cheerful for your own good, but hey! enjoying life wasn't bad, right? It wasn't your fault that you enjoyed the little things, like pretty rocks or freshly cut fruit, or raindrops.

However, your smile fell a bit when you found the redhead sitting hugging her knees against her chest and a black cloud above her. It wasn't raining yet, but it seemed only a matter of seconds.

"Pepa?" You approached her carefully.

You didn't want to scare her, but whatever was bothering her had left her in a very nervous state. You barely managed to blink when lightning struck a rock behind her. Her green eyes looked at you in surprise and it hurt your heart to see how she quickly tried to force a smile on her freckled face.

"Y/N! Hi" she giggled "w-what are you doing here? How long have you-"

"I just got here" you smiled at her "Your sister told me that she saw you walk over here so I thought I'd come and keep you company"

"Thanks, but you didn't have to"

"But I want" you insisted, sitting down next to her "Unless you really want me to go" you added a little late.

"No, no, no...you are perfect"

You sat in silence for a couple of minutes. The redhead never relaxed, and you couldn't stop looking at the black cloud that was getting bigger and bigger. You wondered when the first drop would fall.

"Hard day?" you asked carefully

Pepa looked at you surprised, questioning with her eyes how you could have known. It wasn't until thunder sounded above her head that she remembered that her emotions were on display for everyone, all the time. But she couldn't let them win, especially not with you by her side.

Look, if she was perfectly honest, she cared about you, a lot. You were the first person who tried to get close to her and her siblings simply because you wanted to be their friend. You never tried to get any of the triplets to show off their powers. You never asked Bruno to see your future, you never demanded that Julieta cook something for you soon to heal a scratch, you never tried to force her to change the weather.

You understood that of the three, only Julieta was able to control her gift at her will, while Bruno and herself were dependent on the vagaries of the future and emotions respectively.

And still, you stayed. You stayed with them, with her. You never expected anything more than friendship. And then the four of you had grown up and she found herself wanting more than that. Fortunately, her siblings were with her, supporting her as she took the courage to ask you out.

And in the short time you had been dating, you had become an important part of her life, even more than before. You were still friends with her siblings, but now you were a little more hers. And she didn't want to push you away.

Sure, you've seen her make it rain many times, but they were just little drizzles that she could quickly quell. But this? She had a terrible day and whatever came out of that cloud, it wouldn't be just a couple of drops. She knew that as soon as you saw the real disaster that her powers were, you would leave.

Like everyone else.

"Pepa?" you said, pulling the young woman out of her thoughts.

"I'm sorry" she whispered "clear skies, clear skies"

You frowned. You knew that mantra and, although you respected her methods, you had always hated it. It was terribly obvious that it was a way of suppressing her emotions.

"You know you don't have to hold back, right?" you said, taking her hand "not with me"

She looked at you in surprise, but she shook her head. You had no idea what you were talking about, of course she had to hold back, especially with you. She couldn't let you be scared of her powers...of her.

"Pepa-"

"You must leave"

"excuse me?" You blinked confused "why?"

"You have to go now, Y/N" she repeated "I won't be able to control it for long"

"Then don't do it. I'm not going anywhere."

"Y/N. Please" she begged "this is not like what you have seen me do. It will be a real downpour"

"I don’t mind"

"Y/N-"

"No, seriously, I don't mind" you smiled "I love the rain, I love your powers and I love you. Just let it out"

The redhead didn't miss the little confession you made. You had never told her that you loved her, and definitely, no one had ever told her that they loved her powers.

"Are you sure?" she asked cautiously

"Yes!"

Pepa looked at you for a few more seconds before the drops began to fall. It was nothing more than a small drizzle at first, nothing you hadn't seen before, but when you squeezed her hand, urging her to unleash her emotions, the rain grew stronger and icy.

Still, it wasn't until she felt your arms around her that she realized you really weren't going to leave. And then the tears finally came out of her eyes and the sky cried with her.

The water seeped through your clothes and soaked you, the cold soaked your bones and you were sure you would end up with snot the next day, but it was worth it. Completely.

_________________

You didn’t know how long you had been there, with Pepa crying in your chest and the cold rain soaking you completely. It was definitely at least an hour. But from the fact that the rain was falling softer and softer, you knew that the woman had calmed down a bit.

"Better?" you smiled when your girlfriend broke up

She just nodded, unable to look at your face yet. She knew she had made a scene, the place was a mess, there were puddles of mud everywhere, and you, oh god, you were completely wet, either from the rain or from her tears.

And still, the cold couldn’t fight against the warmth of your smile.

"I don't understand" she murmured after a few moments

"What?"

"After all this...why do you keep smiling at me?...why are you still here?"

"I told you that I wasn’t going anywhere" you said "Besides, I also told you that I love the rain" you shrugged

"But you are soaked"

"I know! Isn't it great?" you laughed

Pepa looked at you as if another head had grown out of you. Why weren't you yelling at her? Why weren't you telling her to grow up and control herself?

"Hey, if that makes you feel better, do you want me to tell you why I love the rain?" you asked, seeing the confusion and struggle in her green eyes.

She nodded and you took her hand again.

"When I was little, Dad used to say that the raindrops were kisses from heaven sent to us by those who are no longer here. Being in the rain makes me feel that all of them, even the ones I didn't know, are kissing me"

The redhead considered it for a moment. It was a beautiful way of interpreting the rain, and it made her feel a little better.

"And this" you pointed between the two of you "is even more special, because this rain is yours, so technically, it's your kisses"

"W-what?" Pepa blushed.

"So, Miss Madrigal, what a make-out session you just gave me" you winked at her, laughing when she moaned and buried her face in your neck.

She knew you weren't going to leave her alone with this, but she was thankful you didn't leave, and if that's how you chose to see it, she couldn't wait for the next session. Hopefully, they would be real kisses.

#x reader #reader insert #imagine #encanto imagine #encanto x reader #pepa x reader #pepa madrigal x reader #pepa madrigal #and yes #the tittle is a reference to THAT song

[lovelysho]

Sugar pie, Honey bunch —

summary: you were clueless; and boy were you a piece of work, but it didn’t matter. he’d shower his baby with love regardless.

pairing: sugar daddy!eren jaeger x ditzy fem!reader

warnings: nsfw/18+, smut, spanking, choking, brat tamer eren, sub reader, degradation, overstimulation, dacryphilia, oral sex (m receiving), face fucking, roughness, daddy kink, praise kink.

a/n: kickin’ the morning off with some spice. inspired by any bimbo fic I’ve had the pleasure of coming across. props to you if you know the song the tittle is from, but if not. ↓

references; x / x

Sugar daddy Eren, let’s talk about it. It was early afternoon one day when you were picking up your daily fix of a frappuccino. That’s when he spotted you. Hair falling effortlessly against your shoulders, lips shimmering with gloss, and short skirt with thigh highs to boot.

He wanted that, wanted you. So, It wasn’t long before he made his way over and introduced himself, ultimately paying for your coffee; and the rest is history.

Sugar daddy!Eren who would take you to the finest of spots, would shower you in only the finest of things. Dressed to the nines you’d spend nights out on top the balcony of the fanciest restaurant in town. Champagne sipping as you scan the menu, the waitress patiently awaiting your choice of meal.

“What’s this, Eren?” You pointed a manicured finger to a word you didn’t understand.

Leaning over and eyeing what you were pointing at, he responded. “It says cutlet. It’s just another word for meat, love.”

“Ohhhh,” you draw out nodding hastily. Turning toward the man with newfound confidence. “Well in that case, can I have a cutlet steak, rare with no pink inside.”

Eren and the man made eye contact, Eren subtly nodding his head. “Sure thing miss.” He smiled politely before leaving to put in the order.

Eren held in a chuckle as he took your hand in his from across the table, placing the gentlest of kisses upon it. telling you, you look beautiful.

Sugar daddy!Eren who would load you with money to go shopping. With your own card, you’d stock up on makeup, lingerie sets, shoes, beautiful dresses, and just about any name brand garments you could get your greedy little hands on. Stopping when a certain item caught your eye, you made a mental note. You’d especially make sure to get short skirts and thigh highs, knowing it was his favorite combination of dress on you after a certain accident one day.

You had finished running errands with Eren when you hopped out of the car, your mini skirt riding up your thighs ever so slightly, but he caught it.

Upon entering his penthouse, he wasted no time to scold you. “Are you not wearing panties?”

You only turned around waving him off. “Oh, yeah I forgot to put them on.”

He didn’t know how one could forget to put on underwear, clad in a skimpy piece of clothing no less; and he thought about being angry, was on the brink of seething displeasure, before a light bulb went off.

A few minutes more and you were being fucked against the wall, right next to the glass window overlooking the city. “You know, I was gonna discipline you.” He said in between heavy breaths and moans spilling from your lips. “But I quite like the fact that I’ve got easy access to this pretty pussy of yours. Any time I want.”

“Mmm fuck yes—”

“But I’ll let you know right now. This cunt is for eyes, and my eyes only. Do you understand me?”

“Yes,” you counter, eyes nearly rolling to the back of your head as his cock slides against your spongey walls with ease, hitting all the right spots, at all the right rhythms.

“Yes, what?” He said firmly as a sharp sting landed on your ass.

“Yes daddy.” You mange to make out.

“That’s a Good girl.”

Sugar daddy!Eren who would pay for your hair and nails, always wanting his princess to not only feel the best, but look it as well. He’d make runs with you to favorite nail salon, watching as you picked your color. The lady at the desk approaching you all the while.

“Hi, [name] !! Do you want chip or no chip?”

“Uh, I was hoping for acrylic today.”

Honestly, he had not the slightest clue what was being asked; but by the look on the lady’s face, he could tell she was confused.

Earlier you’d asked him what color he’d like to see wrapped around his cock, and he had to hold back a groan in the middle of the salon.

“Because I was thinking blue. Like the baby one.” You put your hand in front of you to examine your cuticles before smiling up at him as you turned to face one another.

Oh yeah, trust that Eren had long since figured out you weren’t the brightest of the bunch; but he didn’t miss the smirk that graced your lips before you put on that facade of a smile. You definitely had some cunningness stored somewhere in that little head of yours, and he couldn’t get enough.

Sugar daddy!Eren who made you tag along once, once to a business meeting between friends. Honestly, it couldn’t even really be called a meeting. He was simply, sorting out last minute changes on paperwork, while getting to see some close cowokers in tandem. Said it’d be fifteen minutes tops.

“Erennnnn,” you whined pulling on the cuff of his sleeve, when he took a moment to step away from the group to write something down. “Wanna leave, ‘s so boring.”

“Didn’t I tell you to behave? I said it wasn’t gonna be that long.” He uttered carelessly as he scribbled away. It was like he wasn’t paying attention to you at all, and that made you upset.

“I DON’T CARE WHAT YOU SAID I WANNA GO NOW!” You had raised your voice, gathering the attention of the folk nearby.

He didn’t even open his mouth to retort, just gave you an icy once over. Viridian orbs, stopping on your face and calmly holding your gaze for a few seconds. Arousal instantly mixed with regret for causing such a scene, because you knew what was in store after you returned home.

Sugar daddy!Eren whose bed you now lie in legs spread and bottom half exposed only your pink cotton panties covering your heat. You always got horny at the worst of times.

“Do you know what’s about to happen?”

“Yes, sir.” In the face of punishment, you were to only address him as sir. So, you did. You caught his nod of approval, letting out a shaky exhale you hadn’t known you’d been holding.

“And do you know why?”

“Yes sir.” You pause, “I was a bad girl when I said I’d be good.”

“That’s right, and little brats like you need to be put in their place.”

“Get on your knees.” He moved back to take your place on the mattress, unbuckling and pulling down his pants while you kneeled in front of him. You were prepared for your kneecaps to be sore and aching after the fact. “You know the deal. Get to it.”

So, you’re rubbing your thumb along the slit of his throbbing tip. He was already hard. As much as you annoyed him to no end with your disobedience, he loved to teach you a lesson.

Licking and giving small kitten kisses along his shaft before taking him completely into your mouth. In no time, he had you gagging around him, your hot throat gripping him firmly as tears flowed down the sides of your cheeks.

He smirked, looking down as he thrust his hips deeper into you, hand gripping your hair, not a care in the world. “Look at you. Filthy. A filthy little slut with not a single thought going through that head of yours.” Spit was everywhere, coating the upper part of his pants entirely; but he liked it that way. Sloppy and messy, the tears in your eyes only spurring him on. You looked up at him as you continued to take more. He knew he wasn’t wrong, the only thing ingrained in that pretty little head of yours was, 1. how to please and 2. take dick.

You had that empty look in your eyes, yet so lust filled all the same, and he adored it. It had him falling off the deep end and sending hot spurts of cum down your throat.

Coughing and gathering yourself you lay back on the bed, makeup ruined from all the tears and hands gripping your face.

Somewhat together, he begins to rub his dick along your cotton panties agonizingly slow.

This seems to go on forever, for far too long and you’re doing your best not to whine and beg, hoping that maybe he’d show you mercy and stuff your fluttering hole if you let him have his way in this moment.

You spent minutes with his cock massaging your now sopping panties, the wetness clearly visible against the tiny hearts of the fabric. He was a devil, that one. Knew that you wanted to be filled more than anything else, and was taking his sweet time.

You couldn’t take it anymore, had no idea just how long he planned on keeping you here, like this. “Daddy, please I’ll be a good girl, I promise.” This catches his attention. Looking up from where his cock meets your cunt, he arches an eyebrow. “I’ll never interrupt your meetings again I swear it.”

“Oh yeah?” He taunts. “You think you can just beg and it’ll go away? Are you insulting me?”

Eyes going wide as a gasp escapes your lips, “No, Daddy I would nev—”

You’re cut off by the feeling of him shoving himself inside you. Legs trembling, and hands gripping the sheets, you weren’t prepared at all. “F-fuck Daddy—it feels so good.”

“You’re lucky I need your pussy just as much as you need my cock.” He spits down at you, as he pommels into you repeatedly, your tits bouncing to the rhythm of his thrusts. The most lewd sounds could be heard with the space. You gripped him so nicely, the squelching of your slick mixed with his balls slapping against your ass, moans and grunts bouncing off the walls.

You spend the rest of the night going rounds. Orgasm after orgasm as he stimulated your clit and cervix to no end, not letting you catch a break. Just because he was fucking you didn’t mean you were off the hook.

And so the days go as follows: you continue to be pampered with chocolates and jewelry. Riding him behind his desk, in his office on his lunch breaks, going on trips and being sprinkled in more cash.

It was sugar, spice, and everything nice. Plus, he did love you. So, if anyone were to ask, hell yeah you believe in sugar daddy supremacy!

rosexfics © 2021. do not copy, modify, or repost my work.

#eren jaeger #eren yaeger #eren jaeger x reader #eren jaeger x y/n #eren jaeger x you #eren jaeger smut #eren yaeger x reader #eren yaeger x y/n #eren yaeger x you #eren yaeger smut #shingeki no kyoujin x reader #snk eren #snk smut #aot smut #aot eren #shingeki no kyoujin eren #tw: choking #tw: degradation #tw: praise kink #tw: daddy kink #tw: dacryphilia #tw: face fucking #tw: overstimulation

[kiwibirbs-library]

Reference Book

Writer’s Corner

not what you expected ~ kageyama x reader

kageyama has a reputation of being scary and cold to everyone. you however never really saw it

Before and After Game Rituals

what do they do with you before and after their games?

karasuno || sejioh

Show me off ~ Oikawa x reader

when you and some of the team are out at a party and you ex walks in, you want to be sick. Your boyfriend however has a better idea.

Listen ~ Iwazumi x reader

You need mad dog to listen to you. How do you that you ask? Beat your boyfriend in an arm wrestle. Easy.

Dear Lord ~ daichi x reader

you were hungry ok. You wanted some ramen. But when you went home you got ramen for free and a very cute guys number.

Why Did It Have To Be Me? ~ sugawara x reader

A club training camp, karaoke night, and you being the star of the show

The Little Things ~ kageyama, tsukishima, sakusa, tendou, ushijima x reader

Part 2 ~ sugawara, bokuto, kuroo, oikawa, iwazumi

Just Little things you do for each other really

Walking in ~ todoroki, midoriya, kirishima

coming back from a tiring day they find you jamming out in the dorms

A Chance Encounter (smau) ~ todoroki x reader

when two famous you tubers that are about to hit 1M finally meet, with it end up in something amazing... or just a bunch of internet drama?

No touching ~ todoroki x reader

todoroki has a s/o that he cant touch

Uptown Girl Colab Masterlist ~ @fandomeclectics

A set of fics based on the song Uptown Girl by Billy Joel ft. @fandomeclectics

Future kids

You meet their future kids and have some interesting times

Part 1 -> bakugou, todoroki

Part 2 -> midoryia, shinsou, shoji

Part 3 -> tamaki, monoma, inasa

Part 4 -> kirishima, sero

Part 5 -> tetsutetsu, Iida

Part 6 -> mirio, hawks, denki

Part 7 -> tokoyami, aizawa, fatgum

Teenage pregnancy~mirio, shinsou, todoroki x reader

their lives gets thrown for a loop by a couple of lines in a bathroom

First Kiss ~ hawks, mirio, shisnou, midoriya, todoroki

What your first kiss was like (slightly shorted due to amount of characters)

Midoryia with a s/o who vapes

Ngl think the tittle says it all so ✌🏻

I miss then ~ Midoriya x reader

Just sadness man

Shinsou falling in love with a s/o with a dog

Lol once again name says it all

Caught in 4K ~ Midoriya x reader

Dancing in the kitchen, 2am motivation highs, and getting walked in on- the makings of a relationship if you ask me

Star crossed ~ Midoriya x reader

A love story with a wonderous knight and an engaged princess

Late nights ~ shinsou x reader

Shinsou doesn’t sleep easy, even when he’s tired but he seems to do it easily listening to you talk about your books

And they were roommates ~ Kirishima, bakugou, denki, Shinsou x reader

When the boys move to America and meet the #1 there as their roommate, life gets interesting

Dance recital ~ Bakugou, Kirishima x reader

You have a dance recital and invite the boys

Princely Boy and Ms. Captain Hook ~ Todoroki x reader

Part 2

he’s a rebelling prince with so many rumors around him he can’t breath. You’re the captain of one of the largest pirate ships of the continent.

Bang ~ shinsou x reader

One villain attack later and here he was. Who knew.

A Recommendation ~ shinsou x reader

Man he would have to thank Midoriya for that book recommendation huh? I mean with out he wouldn’t get to see your smile every morning.

300 event- Getting Carried Away ~ shinsou x reader

when you get stopped from beating a guy up at the mall by Shinsou, it's only right to thank him right?

Nightmares ~ keith x reader

You get nightmares, fairly bad ones at that. And one night you just can’t do it anymore and go to the nearest occupied room. And suddenly it becomes a tradition.

Fluff ~ keith x reader

Coming back from a day of training you get to learn about some escapades your boyfriend made.

300 event- Puddles and Rain ~ Lance x reader

Lance is in love with you and definitely not shy about saying it.

300 event- Makeup and Crashing ~ Keith x reader

doing his make up made both of you reflect on some things.

N/A

First Sight ~ harry, ron, fred, george, oliver, cedric, draco x reader

Part 2 (first talking to) ~ harry, cedric, oliver, draco

love at first sight doesn’t happen all the time but… what would happen when it does happen with these boys for you?

300 event- A realization ~ Harry Potter x reader

you realize a few things about your best friend wayyy to late

300 event- Bludger ~ George Weasley x reader

You take a hit for him and he owes you

Fanart

Lol she draws here are the fanart things. I have others for ocs but they won’t be here... probably

Shopping with shinsou

Mercenary Shinsou x oc

Finding the kids on patrol (shinsou x oc)

Dabi vs oc at the bar

Mha oc - Axel Sorens

Poker face Atsumu x y/n fanart

Monthly girls nozaki kun meme

#my hero academia #mha #bnha #mha fanfiction #bnha fanfiction #haikyuu!! #haikyuu #haikyuu fanfiction #volleyball #mha x reader #haikyuu x reader #voltron x reader #voltron #criminal minds #criminal minds x reader

[chroniclesmacaque]

Haunting Polyphony

“What songs are you good at, Hiro?”

Ruri’s inquiry was a fairly mundane and innocuous one, but it reminded Hiro of his ever continuous struggle with his voice.

The transmasc struggling-with-your-voice experience. Covers events of Ghost Game’s 6th episode. Word count: 867.  

Digimon have no gender, so I'm using it/its for Sirenmon in this one.

The tittle is a reference to Sirenmon's soprano vocal attack being called "polyphony".

Comments appreciated.

“What songs are you good at, Hiro?”

Ruri’s inquiry was a fairly mundane and innocuous one, but it reminded Hiro of his ever continuous struggle with his voice. He trained everyday: feet together and heels and neck pressed back against a wall in his dorm room, back straight. He’d speak for as long as he could, making sure his enunciation was clear and feeling the effort in his throat as the itch started. He tried his best not to push it, but he often would wind up with a bit of a sore throat and a slight hoarseness to his voice that wasn’t all that bad at all, sound wise at least.

“I don’t really sing,” Hiro admitted sheepishly.

“Won’t you sing, Amanokawa-kun?” His senpai pleaded while they were comfortably lounging in the karaoke booth, waiting for Ruri to lure the ghost.

Not for lack of trying, though. Diligent as ever, he had signed up for the choir trials back when the school year had begun. He needed something to focus on since his no-good father had gone missing in one of his experiments; working on his voice had clear steps forward and gains— at least, Hiro hoped it’d indeed make him feel more at ease and confident. Ultimately, however, the choir had turned out to be ill-fitting for this project. Not only Hiro found the ricocheting of vocalizations overwhelming to the point of threatening to reduce him to tears—he also realized projecting his voice to sing brought up a thin soprano quality out of it that made him queasy. Counterproductive as it was, he always tried to hold his voice back, as if it’d somehow keep it from sounding as high as it was. It made him even more off-key than he already, naturally was. Hiro didn’t think he had it in him to correct it, so he stopped going. He gave up on singing ever since.

It struck Hiro as amusing. Kiyoshiro seemed to have a bias for him when it came to asking for help. Hiro didn’t know what made him think his singing would be soothing, but it was a nice thought. It made him muse about how one’s voice is an innate instrument, and how music is part of humans' natural form of expression. How the impulse to play with it and sing was natural and fundamental to the bonding experiences of lots of people—mostly hearing ones— around the globe. It made him wish he could partake in such joys more openly. Unabashedly. Maybe someday he’ll figure it out.

After rescuing Ruri, the plan to trap Sirenmon began. With some luck, they’d be able to figure out the reason behind its actions. Digimon could be quite troublesome, but Hiro couldn’t blame them—being in a strange new world, away from home. Most of them were open to listen and be reasoned with. It was always a relief to be able to settle matters amicably.

‘Are you the ones who took away everyone’s chance to hear my song?!’

‘This is rather small for a recital hall!’

‘My song will never end!’

‘I doubt you could sing as wonderfully!’

The common thread through Sirenmon’s reasoning seemed to want to be heard —and adored. Hiro should’ve seen it coming, with that of it being the diva of the digital world. Wanting appreciation for your performance was all well and good, but it seemed to be completely incapable of understanding the real effects its singing had on others. If only there was a way for Hiro to make it understand…

His heart drummed in his ears as he watched Sirenmon get ready to unleash an even stronger wave of sonic aggression. He wracked his brain for any eloquent arguments, any conciliatory negotiation, anything, anything he could say to reach Sirenmon and stop it from harming BetelGammamon and Angoramon beyond repair. If mere words were not enough, then…

With his palpitating throat, Hiro drew a deep breath and straightened up his back—“If you want to find a rainbow, you must lift your face,” his voice cracked and was terribly off-beat, but Hiro pressed on, trying to convey his pleas and hopes to Sirenmon. “The hands that reached out to us!” Hiro was very nearly shouting at this point, “MAKE US MUCH STRONGER!” His voice broke in a particularly jarring way in this long note. “TRY AND TAKE IT, BECAUSE SURELY YOU CAN FLY NOW!”

Hiro sighed. Had Sirenmon understood what it meant to try to reach others? He had tried his best to convey it, despite his shoddy skill and queasiness. He didn’t sound good by any measure, not a technical one, and less so a personal one, but surely, all that mattered were the emotions behind it.

“What a wonderful song, I’m so moved!" Sirenmon cooed.

Hiro’s mouth was pressed into a squiggly yet relieved smile.

“Wonderful songs are moving and make you happy,” it surprised him to hear himself say that. Maybe, even if he’s still got a long road ahead to get comfortable with his own voice, that alone is enough: to sing his heart out—even if it takes him a while to be able to share it with others.

#hiro amanokawa #transmasc hiro #digimon ghost game #ghost game #digimon #my writing

[sxnguinesxnctum]

voice meme!

bold what applies to your muse, italicize situational ones. feel free to add your own suggestions and carry it on.

► ACCENT

“country” │ “backwoods” │ “sailor” │ “upper class” │ “city slicker” | foreign speaker │ refined | cockney

► ELOQUENCE

educated │self-taught | uneducated | doesn’t use conjunctions │ shortens words | omits entire words on occasion | mixes up words │ just makes up their own words! │ archaic english │ dependent on mood or setting

► TONE

loud │ soft │ room volume │ high pitched │ low pitched │seductive │velvety │ speech impediment │ abrasive │ gruff │ shrill │ booming │ matter-of-fact │ toneless │ husky │gravelly │ breathy │ nasal │ barking │ chatty │ condescending │ musical │ suave │ world-weary │ brash │ authoritative

► HABITS

refers to self in third person│ incorporates different languages/terms/sayings │ uses gender-specific terms │ adapts to audience │ changes pitch around animals or children│ shifts tone when lying │ gives others nicknames │ uses terms of respect towards others/proper tittles

► OTHER BITS

While his tone is generally classy and soft, showing hints of his “class” and his authoritative tendencies, it gets drastically lower and faster whenever he’s alone with a friend.

He swears as little as possible, and most of the time any curse words escapes him only when he’s truly upset.

Tends to be overly sarcastic whenever he’s dealing iwth someone he doesn’t respect or whenever he jokes. Also has no problems hiding it

Rarely yells.

A great singer, but you’ll likely hear his voice only during Holy Masses. Otherwise, he murmurs his songs.

► VOICE CLAIM REFERENCE:

really really really thinking about Jonathan Sims from the Magnus Archives. Something like that, except much softer and sure of himself. Also tone down the constant sarcastic tone.

tagged by: @vilestblood​ ty uwu

tagging: whoever didn’t do it yet nasdfag

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