#♜ . MUSIC .

[wyrmbloodcd]

tag dump ♜

[helldustedstories]

Okay, but You Call Me a Bitch Like It's a Bad Thing (gender neutral) is such an Echo vibe. At least surface level.

[illyabata]

♜ wriothesley and his big hands.

slightly suggestive in one paragraph, but romantically so :3

covered in callouses and scars, one wouldn’t imagine wriothesley’s hands to be a symbol of anything all too romantic. but he is nothing if not gentle���when it comes to you, at least.

the iron fists that he uses to keep the fortress of meropide under lock and key are the same ones that rest on your waist to find comfort, the same ones that tug you close at night, the same ones that cradle your face like you’re the most precious thing he’s ever held.

his hands are rough and scary. his hands are the softest things you’ve ever felt.

he is incapable of consciously doing anything that would bring you harm. he has only ever laid you down—gently, carefully—kissing you, worshipping you. he wants to be able to see your face no matter what; he wants to be able to hold it no matter what. he wants access to all of you—he wants to be intimate with you.

wriothesley is a big man, but it has never scared you. he has done things less than desirable to land himself in a place like the fortress of meropide, but it has never scared you. his hands are rough; his hands are big; his hands are covered in blood—but it has never scared you.

the scars that run down his neck, stripe his chest, crowd his arms: you trace each one with your fingers—your small, soft fingers—and he shivers as if you possess a cryo vision of your own. your untainted, un-calloused hands touch each intersection and cluster of healed wounds with absolute fascination, listening so intimately to the stories tattooed on his body by his own spilt blood, as if the stretched skin were the grooves on a record, your little hands the needle on the player; as if by tracing these grooves, the memories recorded in their wake would unfold.

just as a music player reads the language of its disc, you have the unique understanding of the language on wriothesley’s skin.

he secretly prides himself that he is able to protect you. that he alone can provide you the comfort and stability you desire—no other man. it is wriothesley, even with the sutures that litter his body, who has the privilege of being yours, and of having you as his own. to you, his scars are not a measure of his worth. his scars are not some separate, unfortunate feature that you are merely excusing in order to love him, no—they’re included in the contract. they are a part of what it means to love him.

the gracious nature of his authority commands respect from anyone who knows his name—and there is no man who does not. he is greatly loved by all, and he is greatly feared by all—but not by you. they love him for what he does; they love him as the man he presents himself to be in small, carefully crafted fragments.

yours is the privilege to love him as a whole, and it is yours alone.

so how are we feeling wriothesley nation (i still dont know how to pronounce his name, i use the korean voiceover) (also reblogs are appreciated because i’m just getting started here)

[ethelgodehel]

♟ When I Dance♙

If i dance, it`ll be with the partner I choose When I want to, I`ll dance to music I like If i dance, even if this world ends at that time I`ll be with the one I love

♛Ethel as Elisabeth ♜Jack as Der Tod

Thanks to all wonderful CC creators🖤

[queenpiranhadon]

- Hidden in the Sand, Tally Hall

Irl Friends: 🤍

Shay Ó﹏Ò - @thebiggestnaturaldisaster

OSEG •̀ᗜ •́ - @onlyslightlyevilgremlin

Sal (��∇≦)- @obbsessedfan

SK4EL ❦ - @sokeefe4evalove

Sophie Foster ོ - @therealsophieelizabethfoster

Eliza ༄- @lizahamilton

KitKat ⪩. .⪨ - @someonewhogotanaccount

Hera 🜲 - @aston-martin-in-the-ditch

Froggy ᴗ _ᴗ - @frog-with-a-top-hat

Rei `☆´- @peachsukii

Anne ◈ - @raggedy-anne4013

Candy Cane ֍ - @cantdanceflynn

Pineapple ☘︎ - @owocontroversy

CS23 (っ,-) - @collegestudent23

Insiya ❅ - @that-one-clotpole

Exp ♜- @expvalorant 🤍

Slay (´・∀・｀)- @slayfics

Sola ⚘ - @the-epitome-of-sunsets

Shree [◉°] - @shrxe

Elle ˚₊‧꒰ა $ ໒꒱ ‧₊˚ - @cashmoneyyysstuff

Starie ★ - @starieq

WMOR ♬- @wii-music-on-repeat

Mela ❤︎- @2melamoo2

Yana ꕤ - @im-on-crack-send-help

Inara ➼ - @inara-tries-to-survive

Jami ꨄ - @4evapika

Mauvie ❁ - @violet92959

Yasi 𓍊 - @pockyyasii

Azzo ⇜ - @azzo0

Andy ˙𐃷˙ - @andysdrafts

Nani ᐢᗜᐢ - @sweetienans

Tyra ❈ - @tootiecakes234

River •̀ ᗜ •́ - @a-trans-book-nerd

Solo (O_O”) - @sosolomon 🤍

Deer 𐂂 - @deerskul

[berenixium]

Potions - Chime - #SoundCloud #Music #Chime

https://soundcloud.com/disciple/chimepotions

[thethistlegirlwrites]

♜: Shoulder rubs

♦: Slow dancing

For Rory and Emmett

Thank you for the ask! These are marvelous choices...

Rory pauses with her hands hovering over Emmett's shoulders. The scars look red and raw today. It's no wonder he's been wincing and favoring his left arm all morning. Weather changes always make the old wounds worse, and everyone's been predicting a storm coming for days. She slowly lowers her hands, making sure her touch isn't doing more harm than good. When Emmett relaxes into her touch, she rubs her thumbs over the raised welts, pressing gently. "How's the leg?" "Better than these." Emmett takes a breath. "Had a healer for at least some of that." Rory sighs. Marcus left a lot of damage on them all. It's most visible in Emmett's scarred back, but she sees it in Carlo's skittish nature, his unwillingness to trust anyone who promises anything good. She sees it in her own face, the hard lines of bitter anger and the ways she'd learned to shut out the world, letting no one and nothing past her defenses. Afraid to lose anyone else like she lost her father. It seems unfair that Marcus is long gone, but the scars he's left will be with them forever. At least together, they can heal. Emmett slumps forward slightly, tension in his shoulders easing as Rory continues gently rubbing the marks. She smiles softly. Marcus tried to break them all. But they're still here. Still breathing. Hearts still beating. They still have a future. They're not just their pasts.

Emmett fidgets with the gloves on his hands. It's not an uncommon feeling, but the gloves he's used to are heavy, rough ones to keep out the cold, not these thin ones that would be completely useless against a Rime winter. That's not what these are intended to protect him from. Or rather, to protect everyone around him from. His gift is far less volatile now that he's learned how to manage it properly, but he still doesn't fully trust it. Especially not in a crowded place like this. He doesn't need to give himself away with an accidental brush against someone's wrist leaving his gift tugging on their heart and trying to drag it into him. Rory's hand slips into the bend of his elbow. Her red dress is sleeveless on one side, but the other has a ruffle of fabric that protects the lichen fever marks on that arm and shoulder from being easily visible or brushed into by someone else. The mark on her chin is still noticeable, but she doesn't seem inclined to cover it the way some people do. Probably wise, the flakiness of the makeup as the damaged skin sucks all the moisture out and makes it powdery is usually just as noticeable as the marks themselves. The next song playing is bright and cheerful, dancers whirling across the floor in pairs, and Rory moves to sit it out at a bench at the side of the space. She still gets easily dizzy if she moves too fast, and that's the kind of dance that could land her on the floor in the middle of the room. Emmett's honestly slightly grateful for the reprieve. Carlo is happily (and badly) dancing with a classmate, and Rory covers a smirk with her hand. The next song is slower, everyone swaying gently side to side, feet moving in a complicated cloverleaf pattern across the floor. Some of the younger dancers, including Carlo, move off the floor, searching for a livelier entertainment like the game of slap-card happening at a corner table, and Emmett holds out a hand to Rory. She stands up and follows him to the floor, then puts an arm around his waist and leans in close to his cheek. "You'd better let me lead," she whispers. "I can see the steps." Emmett grins and lets her move them around the floor, trying not to step on her toes. His gift is nothing more than a quiet hum in his ears, drowned out by the chatter and music. He's pretty sure tonight is just about perfect.

From this ask game

[usermischief]

♜Pairing: Briles ♜Characters: Stiles Stilinski, Brett Talbot ♜Warnings: - ♜Words: 1493 ♜Dialogue Prompt: "My friend thinks you're cute" - "What friend?" - "Me, I'm the friend." ♜Mini Fic Roulette: 31/∞ | ao3

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in charm's way

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1 am is way too early to be out of booze at the first party of the new semester. Not that Stiles would necessarily say he’s drunk — he’s had two beers and a Vodka Something that tasted as if it came out of a boot; don’t ask how he knows that — or in need of getting wasted. Being mostly sober at a frat party, however, is a special kind of torture Stiles certainly did not sign up for. But Lydia and Jackson are back together again, and she refused to go by herself, so Stiles was dragged here against his will by the mere duty of being her best friend. He loves her, he really does, but she needs to get a better boyfriend. 

But since they’re a couple again, Lydia and Jackson have been inseparable for the past four hours. Stiles can only stomach so much of Jackson before he gets the urge to set himself and everyone around him on fire. So, he’s spent his time here dodging jocks and cheerleaders alike. It’s not exactly the evening he’s had in mind. If only Danny were here. Or Kira. But they’re both tied up with family matters — leaving Stiles alone with Liam, who sulks on the corner of the couch, looking like he hates his very existence, and Mason, who is quite the opposite and probably considers this his place in heaven.

Curling his lips, Stiles raises a bottle of rum. He shakes the measly content that’s left over and heaves a sigh. “Great.” He drops the bottle between the others. Someone’s gotta have some alcohol around here. His jock quota is reached, and he desperately needs some booze to make this bearable for another hour or two. 

Stiles whirls around as someone touches his shoulder, only to find himself face to face with a v-neck covered by a varsity jacket. Stiles blinks and takes a step back, eyeing the guy in front of him warily. “Hey,” he says slowly, pinching his brows together. Why does Brett Talbot know he exists? 

Brett flashes him a smile. He’s painfully attractive, but Stiles has never been particularly receptive to the charm of jocks. Perks of growing up with Jackson Whittemore. “What’s up?”

There’s movement behind him. A group of guys are trying to be conspicuous but failing spectacularly. 

“You guys are out of booze,” Stiles informs him and pushes past him with a pat on his arm. If he does so just to get a feel of Brett’s impressive biceps, then nobody needs to be any wiser.

Brett, however, hasn’t given up yet. Still smiling his cocky yet awfully pretty smile, he steps in his way. Someone clearly is not used to his charm falling flat. “I’ve got some upstairs.” 

Stiles struggles to keep his expression in check. Of course, he just so happens to have booze upstairs. See, under different circumstances, Stiles probably would’ve said yes, would’ve allowed Brett to drag him upstairs and fuck him against a wall, or into a mattress, or whatever he’s intending to do. His idiot friends, however, are currently very much cockblocking him. “Dope,” he says with a very obvious lack of enthusiasm and pushes Brett out of his way carefully — people are unpredictable, and he’s been around enough to know not everyone takes rejection very well; especially when said rejection happens right in front of his friends.

This time, Brett gets the hint. His smile slips, yielding utter confusion before it turns to anger at the howl of laughter coming from his friends. 

Stiles makes a beeline to Mason and Liam, who suddenly looks more than excited while Mason is as confused, if not more than Brett. 

“Dude, dude,” Mason whisper-shouts just loud enough to be audible over the music and conversations. “That’s Brett Talbot. Did you just reject Brett Talbot?” 

It’s madness, really. Who doesn’t want to hook up with him? But Stiles has absolutely no interest in ending up as some sort of conquest. Not even Brett Talbot’s. He’s a senior in college, only a few months away from starting at the FBI. It’s about time he finds his pride and sticks with it. 

Liam punches his shoulder. “He’s not done yet,” he says, his voice almost shrill with excitement.

Rolling his eyes, Stiles turns around to face Brett with raised brows. “I see you didn’t get your booze.” His friends, Stiles notes, have disappeared somewhere in the crowd. He wonders if he told them to piss off or to be less suspicious. He also wonders if being told ‘no’ is a turn-on, wouldn’t be the first time. 

Brett rubs his left collarbone, scanning the faces of Mason and Liam briefly. His brows pinch slightly before he returns his attention to Stiles. Resuming this conversation in front of a very curious audience probably isn’t exactly high on his agenda, but Brett takes a breath and smiles. This time, it’s only half as bright as before. “I’m sorry,” he says, sounding awfully genuine as he tugs on his black v-neck before pushing his hands into his jeans. “See, the thing is…” Brett trails off, once again studying Stiles’ friends behind him. His shoulders drop, and for all but a second, he looks almost defeated. “My friend thinks you’re hot.” 

What?

Stiles blinks, checking out their immediate surroundings. That doesn’t make any fucking sense. Said friend would most likely watch them like a hawk, looking ready to throw up from nerves. But there’s nobody here who fits that description. “What friend?” 

Brett’s face does something complicated as he’s going through a bunch of emotions in three seconds. Eventually, it settles on resignation. “Me,” he admits softly, shifting his weight from one foot to the other. “I’m the friend.”

“I’m—” Brett grimaces as if he’s in pain. “Listen, I’m not—”

“Usually this bad at getting into someone’s pants?” Stiles offers, crossing his arms over his chest. 

Brett shakes his head, looking as if he’s in progressively more pain, and rubs his collarbone again. “I’ve been trying to talk to you for… a while.” 

A while. Stiles uncrosses his arms. A while? That sounds highly unlikely. Someone like Brett has issues starting up a conversation with his scrawny ass? Not that Stiles considers himself ugly. He grew into his gangly limbs in his senior year at high school, but he also has two sets of working eyes, and they’re telling him very clearly that Brett should be miles out of his league. “I think,” he mutters, shaking his head a little as if that would in any way shape, or form change what he’s just heard, “I’m having trouble processing—” 

“You’re hot,” Brett interrupts him with a little more confidence this time around, “and… can we have this conversation somewhere in private?” 

Stiles opens his mouth, closes it again, and stares at Brett with his heart in his throat. What the hell is happening? “Well, shit,” he mumbles, not even sure what exactly he’s referring to, “at least buy me dinner first.” Did someone give him drugs without him noticing? Because Stiles is pretty sure he’s having delusions. 

“Sure thing.” Brett grins now, open and happy, and, fuck, Stiles wants to kiss him. “I’ll pick you up on Monday after your Criminal Law and Procedure class.” Winking at him, Brett turns around and shuffles away. 

And before Stiles can even process what happened, much less that Brett knows his fucking class schedule, Mason pops up in his vision. “Did you just talk our resident golden boy into going on a date with you?” 

Stiles can’t believe it either. Brett Talbot thinks he’s hot. Fucking hell. Without a reply, he pushes past him and grabs Brett’s arm before he’s got the chance to vanish into the crowd. 

The smirk on Brett’s lips is a little too confident, but that doesn’t bother Stiles any longer. Instead, he pulls him down by the collar of his jacket and kisses him. His lips are soft, and the taste of beer clings to them. His heart lurches back into his throat because he’s kissing Brett, who very clearly needed a few seconds to process what’s going on. Then Brett grabs him by the hips and kisses him back with a hunger that’s dizzying. Stiles makes a sound in the back of his throat he’s very much not proud of, and Brett pulls them flush together. If he lets this go on for any longer— 

Stiles pulls away, chuckling softly as Brett chases his mouth. Everyone can fuck their college's golden boy. But getting to date him? He leans close again. “Consider this a taste of what you can get if you play your cards right on Monday.” 

“Trust me,” Brett smiles, blue eyes bright with excitement. “I will.” And with that, he’s vanishing into the crowd, giving him a perfect view of Lydia and Jackson pushing their way toward him. Oh, Jackson is going to hate this. 

Stiles waves at him, grinning.

[rosietrace]

Alright for the Valentines event I request the good ol

AzureCarol and YasuVic as oneshots

At your service! (⁠｡⁠•̀⁠ᴗ⁠-⁠)⁠✧

Note: Yasuno's oneshot will be a separate post [ Click here ]

Record waltz

Event: Rosie's 2023 valentine's special 💌❣️

Ocs featured: Azure Ekoms, Carol Ann(@fumikomiyasaki), Sumeragi Yuuta(Mentioned)

Ship: Azure x Carol

Summary: As the rain outside created ambience for the two of them as they read their books, Azure suddenly remembered he owned a record player.

Warning(s): Potential ooc moments, Yuuta /j, potentially tooth-rotting fluff

{ Apologies for any out of character moments }

[ Reblogs are recommended/encouraged ]

It was a comforting feeling Carol had.

The feeling of safety, security, and acknowledgment as he had her laying against his shoulder while he narrated the book they were reading together during a rainy day.

Carol was rather embarrassed. She arrived at RSA looking like a wet dog because she didn't bring an umbrella to fend off the rain.

Thankfully, Azure, bless his heart, had an extra pair of clothes for Carol prepared just in case.

Speaking of Azure, Carol noticed the small smile he had on his face as he was reading.

She looked up at him."I…. Admittedly like this." She admitted, feeling a faint blush on her cheeks.

Azure smiled back at her, kissing the top of her head and raising her chin."I'm glad you do, mon tout."

Mon tout. Such an affectionate nickname.

"My everything". The meaning of such a nickname made Carol's heart throb.

They both smiled at one another before Azure continued to read the book, the heavy rain outside acting as a calming ambiance to compliment his voice.

I definitely prefer being here than having to deal with Yuuta. At least he keeps the dorm clean…. Carol thought, relishing in hearing Azure's voice.

What made it even better was that he was reading a mystery novel that relied on romantic poetry to solve the mystery that drove the main plot.

He sounded so analytical, so calming. Yet so comforting all at the same time.

And Carol loved it. She loved him. More than anything else in the world.

So she snuggled against him, an even bigger smile on her face. One that bordered on being a grin.

Azure let out a quiet chuckle, amused by her action before continuing.

It was silent. Unnaturally silent. But not in a bad way.

It was comforting for both of them. To know that despite the silence that filled the room, they didn't need to speak to know that they loved one another.

"A life lived in love will never be dull…. Not in the slightest, Marianne muttered." Azure read aloud, subtly wrapping his arm around Carol to bring her closer to him. Which she happily obliged to.

Azure shook his head, a smile gracing his face."You say that as though you've fallen for someone, Stephenson replied. And Marianne noticed a hint of disdain in his voice."

Carol giggled, noticing that the remaining pages of the book were getting fewer and fewer.

♜♛__________________________________♛♜

When Azure finally finished the book, he let it rest on his lap while he rested his neck after leaving it in the same position for a certain time.

"Well….. We've finished the book." Azure silently rejoiced, allowing himself to relax next to his girlfriend.

Carol snickered."You had a neck cramp… Or two." She joked.

Azure rolled his eyes in a playful manner."Yes yes, you don't need to remind me, Miss Ann."

Carol smiled."So….. What now?" She asked curiously, gently tilting her head to emphasize her curiosity.

Azure hummed, pondering over what they should do together since they'd finished reading the novel.

Suddenly, a smile dawned on his face."I have an idea."

Azure stood up from the couch and left to get something. And that something was a record player.

Carol arched her brow, even more, curious and confused."Um….. What's that for?" She asked.

Azure smiled, picking up a record and placing it over the record player. After adjusting it a little, it began to play music that was likely popular around the 50s to 60s.

He extended his hand.

"I'm not a dancer, but may I have this dance, Mon tout?"

Carol gasped audibly, feeling a dark blush creep onto her cheeks.

Eventually, she shook off most of it and took Azure's hands with a gentle smile. One that was as gentle as his own.

"You may."

Their hands intertwined. Carol's other hand was on his shoulder while Azure's was resting on her waist.

And they began slow dancing to the tune. One that made them feel even more at ease with one another.

It made them feel more comfortable. Feeling safe, and secure.

Although the 50s and 60s weren't perfect, they both couldn't deny how comforting some of the era's music was.

Carol allowed her head to lean against Azure's chest, hearing a faint heartbeat.

Her smile transitioned into a lovestruck grin.

She could get used to this.

Taglist: [ I would like to hear your thoughts if possible! ]

@starry-night-rose @windbornearchon @nem0-nee @authoruio @geminiiviolets @sakuramidnight15 @twsted-princess @oseathepebble

Request by: @fumikomiyasaki

I'm so sorry if it took too long to answer, Fumi! I'm currently suffering from writer's block and it was difficult to find time to write because of my current schedule ^^|| but I hope you enjoy this oneshot!

[sirensofthefiveseas]

▀☆♜ / for robin &/or kuina!

▀ What they’d hide under the bed Robin: When she was a child she hid books, food and sometimes herself under the bed. As an adult she's now hiding her journals and sketchbooks, along with a little chest full of little trinkets from various islands. Kuina: She hid bandages, cold compresses and a stitch kit under her bed. As she got older she took to hiding the hair pins she was being given as well as books informing her of the changes her body was going to go through.

☆ How they’d throw parties (what would go on at them, refreshments, etc) Robin: A very sedate afternoon tea party; fine china tea sets filled with teas of various sources, little sandwiches and cakes, violin music and just a general feel of relaxation and peace Kuina: A traditional tea ceremony that devolves into chaos. She tries her best at the start to be formal and do as she was taught, but as more of her friends show up it becomes chaotic and she just wants to run around with them despite the fancy kimono and settings.

♜ Interior decorating aesthetic Robin: Open and airy, books lining every surface but there's plenty of breathing space. No tight corners to feel trapped in and everything is neutral toned with leaf or bark texture. It greatly resembles having stepped into a giant tree. Her furniture is overstuffed and comfortable, plush enough to sink into and sleep no matter what position. Kuina: Crowded. Every surface is being used either with tending to her sword, making her practice swords, books and scrolls opened to various new techniques. Her furniture is low to the ground and hard, meant to help focus the mind instead of being a comfortable place to relax

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Huge Boobies →→ (︶^︶) ←←

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Russian Boobies [.][.]

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Yay! (ˆ˚ˆ)/

OMG! Insane Happy Ｏ(≧▽≦)Ｏ

Love You »-(¯·.·´¯)->NAME<-(¯·.·´¯)-«

OMG, Love It! ☜♡☞

Coffee c[_]

Airplane ✈

Flowers ✽ ✾ ✿ ❀ ❁ ❃ ❋

Weather ☼ ☀ ☁ ☂ ☃ ☄ ☾ ☽ ❄ ☇ ☈ ⊙ ☉ ℃ ℉ ° ❅ ✺ ϟ

Sword o()xxxx[{::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::::>

Band Aid ( ̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅[̲̅ ̲̅]̲̅:̲̅:̲̅:̲̅ )

Fish Swimming ¸.·´¯·.´¯·.¸¸.·´¯`·.¸><(((º>

Polar Bear ˁ˚ᴥ˚ˀ

Koala @( * O * )@

Cat 龴ↀ◡ↀ龴

Mouse ----{,_,">

Butterfly Ƹ̵̡Ӝ̵̨̄Ʒ

Cute Cat ^⨀ᴥ⨀^

Happy Cat <(^.^)>

Snail '-'@

Musical ¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸

Happy Birthday To You ¸¸♬·¯·♩¸¸♪·¯·♫¸¸

Decorations ▂▃▅▇█▓▒░۩۞۩ ۩۞۩░▒▓█▇▅▃▂

Play Cards [♥]]] [♦]]] [♣]]] [♠]]]

Play Chess ♚ ♛ ♜ ♝ ♞ ♟ ♔ ♕ ♖ ♗ ♘ ♙

Play Ping Pong ( ••)O*¯·.¸.·´¯°Q(•• )

Multiplayer 웃웃웃vs웃웃웃

Needle [ ]--["""""|"""""|"""""|"""""|]>----------

Cribs Yo! ̡͌l̡̡̡ ̴̡ı̴̴̡ ̡̡͡|̲̲̲͡͡͡ ̲▫̲͡ ̲̲̲͡͡π̲̲͡͡ ̲̲͡▫̲̲͡͡ ̲|̡̡̡ ̡ ̴̡ı̴̡̡ ̡͌l̡̡̡

Crap! They're After Me! ..( ‘_’)……………..☻…HELP!!!!

Gender ♋ ♂ ♀ ☿ 웃 유

Just Music Thingies ♪ ♫ ♩ ♬ ♭ ♮

Skrillex Yo! ϟƘƦƖןןΣx

Me and Ma Boys (-(-(--)_-)-)

Me And Ma Girls (three coz girls cant even) ✿ (◠◡(◠◡◠)◡◠)✿

LOLWUT █▄▄ ███ █▄▄ █▄█▄█ █▄█ ▀█▀

Battery low 5% █ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅ ̲̅]

Rifle ︻デ═一

Creepy bleeding eyes guy ༼;´༎ຶ ༎ຶ༽

Raise your dongers! ส็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็็༼ ຈل͜ຈ༽ส้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้้

[hells-wasabii]

Hello!

I saw you accept questions, I was just wondering if you are inspired by any other hazbin writers? Or non-hazbin writers?

Love your works a lot, sorry if its a weird question!

XXX ♜ Anon

Not a weird question at all! I'm glad that you enjoyed my work so far and sent in a question!

I was originally inspired by someone else's side blog @bigfatbimbo (sorry for the tag, I hope that's okay!) to be specific, but then it sort of took off from there! I've never run a writing blog like this before, so it's a learning experience for me and helps me stay in practice with writing! Other than that, I can't really say any other writers come to mind when it comes to inspiration for works and stuff. Though, in terms of other things that tend to inspire me, music is definitely one of them!

Thanks for the ask!

[luckhissoul]

@desxgnees​ ( mona ) asked :: ♜: Shoulder rubs

her small hand run over his back, it feels like she’s just making shapes or patterns at first. she tugs at the ends of his hair, keeps situating herself differently on his back. light pressure. she feels good there. he likes the warmth of her thighs on either side of him. and the way that her hands start getting more firm just then. he lets his eyes close. well, that was pretty much heaven. but it had been with her little touches, too, hadn’t it? anything that involved her putting her hands on him was like a little piece of heaven. she was really something else, always doing something that seemed to get under his skin. in a funny sort of way, a way that he wished wouldn’t happen. sometimes he felt a little ridiculous when she flashed those endless green eyes on him. like he was some kind of idiot and only for her. light, only for her. 

she runs her hands up to his shoulder. he lets out a sound. quiet, muffled by the way the side of his face is pressed to the pillow. every muscle in his body suddenly feels at ease, all tension gone. her hands are soft, he can catch the scent of her perfume. had she asked him a question? he didn’t hear it. he just lays there as if he’s completely boneless. her hands stop moving but they’re still pressed there. she leans forward. all that red hair caresses across his back, veils his face he notices when his eyes briefly open. and he realizes that he’s surrounded by her. completely and entirely. she asks if he’s sleeping. and he has to smile, a lazy kind of smile. but he doesn’t answer. he hears her soft laughter. sounds like music, doesn’t it? and then she’s laying there against his back. and that might feel almost as good as when she had been working on his shoulders. 

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[thetaizuru]

(Disciple ♛ ♜ ♞)

[bleedingthroughteeth]

List of symbols

Flowers

𑁍 𖣦 ❀ ✿ ❁ ❃ ❊ ✣ ✼ ❉ ꕤ᯽֍❁ ᪥ ❀❁ꕥ𓇬⚘𓆸𓆹𓆼𓇊𓇚

Hearts

♡ ♡ ❥ ❦ ❧ ❤︎ ♥︎ ♡̷ ♡ ྀ =͟͟͞♡ ఌ ꨄ <3 ♡⃕

Stars

✶ 𖤐 ★ 𒀭 ✧ ✦⭒ ✮ ⋆ ꙳ ✧ ⊹ 。°˖ ✰✯ ⊛✺✹✸✷ ✬✫❂✯⍟✪✩ ☾

Arrows

↳ ↱ ⇢ ➯ ↝ ➸ ➹ ↬ ↫ ￫ ➥ ⁀➷ ➠ ⟿ ↺ ↻ ⇘ ⇙ ⇗ ⇖ ➟➠➙➚➛➜☇➔⇪⇩⇨⇧⇦➢➣➥➦➧➪➫➬➯➱➲➳➴➽➼➾⇳⇣⇢⇜⇝⇡⇠

Boxes

□░■☒☐❒▥▤▦▨◧◨◩ ◫◰◱◲▭▯▒▓▢▮⊞⊟⊠⊡ ∎⊞⊟⊠⊡▁■□▢▣▓▥▦▧▨▩▫◪◩◨◧◈◇◆❑❒◫◙◳◲◱◰

Circles

⊖⊘⊙⊚⊛⊜⊝◉○◌◍��●◐◑◒◓◔◕◖◗◦◯◴◵◶❍⦿⊕⊗

Triangles

⊿▲△▴▵▷▸▹►▻▼▽▾▿◁◂◃◄◅◢◣◤◥◭◮◸◹◺◿∇∆ ⫷ ⫸

Office

☏ ✄ ✎ ✐ ✑ ✁ ✃ ✆

Borders

┊͙write in me ┊͙ ꒰ write in me ꒱ 【 write in me 】 「 write in me 」 『 write in me 』 ⌠ write in me ⌡〔 write in me 〕 〖 write in me〗 « write in me » ‹ write in me › ◣ Write in me ◥ ʚ write in me ɞ ❝ write in me ❞ ˗ˏˋwrite in meˎˊ˗

Swirls

﹏﹏﹏‍ ༄࿓ ؂ 𓏲 𓂅 ࿔ 𖦹 ꩜ 𖣠 ⌇ ᝰ ꕀ ꒰ 𓍲 𓍱 𓍯𖥦𓂃﹏ ๑ ໑ ࿔ ७५୭᠀𑁯 ੭ ৎ ຊ∿ꔵ ຯ ໒೨𖧧Ꮺ 𖡎౾ ౽ ೫

Dice

⚀ ⚁ ⚂ ⚃ ⚄ ⚅

Chess

♔♕♖♗♘♙♞♝♜♛♚

Dividers

══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══

───✱*.｡:｡✱*.:｡✧*.｡✰────. ── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

* . °•★|•°∵ ∵°•|☆•° .*

●∘◦❀◦∘●

── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆──

✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧⋄⋆⋅⋆⋄✧

∘₊✧──────✧₊∘

●∘◦❀◦∘●

✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:*✧･ﾟ: *✧･ﾟ:

════ ⋆★⋆ ════

*.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.*

══✿══╡°˖✧✿✧˖°╞══✿══

─── ･ ｡ﾟ☆: *.☽ .* :☆ﾟ.───

•❅───✧❅✦❅✧───❅•

➴➵➶➴➵➶➴➵➶

»»——⍟——««

⊹ ⋆ﾟ꒰ఎ ♥︎ ໒꒱ ⋆ﾟ⊹

.˳⁺⁎˚ ꒰ఎ ★ ໒꒱ ˚⁎⁺˳ .

· · ─────── ·𖥸· ─────── · ·

.･*:｡.･*:｡.･*:｡.･*:｡.･*:｡.･*:｡

꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷꒥꒷

.·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·. .·:*¨¨*:·.

╔═*.·:·.✧ ✦✧.·:·.*═╗╔══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╗

╚═*.·:·.✧✦✧.·:·.*═╝╚══ஓ๑♡๑ஓ══╝

╔══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╗ ┌── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┐

╚══ ≪ °❈° ≫ ══╝ └── ⋆⋅☆⋅⋆ ──┘

┌─── ∘°❉°∘ ───┐

└─── °∘❉∘° ───┘

Music

♫ ♪ ♩♬♭♯𝄞𝄢

» [song name] «

⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ 0:00 ─〇───── 0:00

⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⇄ ◃◃ ⅠⅠ ▹▹ ↻

ılı.lıllılı.ıllı.

┊ ⇄ ◁◁ II ▷▷ ↻ ┊

₀․₀₀◦────────────────◦ ₃․₁₅

ᵐⁱⁿ ────────────○─ ᵐᵃˣ

Animals

𓆉𓆟𓃥𓃠𓃰𓃱𓃯𓃭𓃸𓃵𓃗𓃘𓃙𓃟𓄀𓄁𓄂𓃚���𓃜𓃒𓃓𓃔𓃕𓃖𓃡𓃢𓃦𓃩𓃫𓃬𓃮𓃲𓃶𓃷𓃹𓃻𓃽𓃾𓃿𓄄𓄄𓄅𓄆𓄇𓆈𓆉𓆌𓆏𓆗𓆘𓆙𓆐𓆑𓆊𓆡𓆣𓆤𓄿𓅀𓅁𓅂𓅇𓅄𓅐𓅐𓅏𓅋𓅑𓅕𓅢𓅮𓅺𓅹𓅸𓅽𓆃𓆂𓅸

People

𓀞𓀞𓀟𓀠𓀡𓀢𓀣𓀩𓀨𓀧𓀦𓀤𓀥𓀪𓀫𓀬𓀀𓀁𓀂𓀈𓀇𓀆𓀅𓀃𓀊𓀉𓀋𓀌𓀍𓀎𓀕𓀔𓀓𓀒𓀑𓀏𓀖𓀛𓀙𓀘𓀗𓁅𓀜𓁄𓁃𓁂𓁁𓀝𓁆𓁋𓁇𓁈𓁗𓁖𓁕𓁔𓁓𓁎𓁍𓁐𓁒𓁙𓁘𓀭𓀲𓀱𓀽𓀼𓀾𓀻𓁲𓁀𓀿𓁤𓁵𓁨𓁱𓁰𓁩𓁪𓁫

Faces

☹ ☻ ㋡ ⍨⍢ツ ◡̎ ᙏ̤̫ ꪔ̤̥ ꪔ̤̮ ଘ(੭ˊᵕˋ)੭* ੈ ( ˊᵕˋ )♡.°⑅ ٩(ˊᗜˋ*)٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶ ( o˘◡˘o) (*ฅ́˘ฅ̀*) ٩(๑´3｀๑)۶ ¨̮ (༎ຶ௰༎ຶ ) (๑•͈ᴗ•͈)( ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ) ฅ^•ﻌ•^ฅ ⁽⁽ଘ( ˊᵕˋ )ଓ⁾⁾ ॑꒳ ॑ˊᗜˋ (୨୧ᵕ̤ᴗᵕ̤) ꒰･‿･๑꒱ ꒰⑅ᵕ༚ᵕ꒱˖♡ ꒰˘̩̩̩⌣˘̩̩̩๑꒱♡. (ง ˃ ³ ˂)ว ⁼³₌₃⁼³ (꜆꜄ ˃ ³ ˂)꜆꜄꜆ ꒰ ¨̮͚ ꒱ ପ(⑅ˊᵕˋ⑅)ଓ ( ੭•͈ω•͈)੭ ʕ·ᴥ·ʔ ₍˄·͈༝·͈˄*₎◞ ̑̑. °ʚ(*´꒳`*)ɞ° (∩˃o˂∩)♡ ꒰⑅ •̥ ·̮ •̥ ⑅꒱ ♥︎  ̀⁽ᵕ̈⁾ ́ (ू｡∵｡) ♡.̫♡ (╭☞•́⍛•̀)╭☞ ˃̶̤́˘͈ᵕ˘͈˂̶̤̀ ˙ᵕ˙ ᵔદᵔ ˶ˆ꒳ˆ˵ ˶˙º̬˙˶ ◝(ᵔᵕᵔ)◜ (ꈍᴗꈍ) ꒰｡ › ·̮ ‹ ｡꒱

Extras

☁︎☯︎ ⋆.ೃ࿔* ꧂ ⇲ ࿐ ✞ 𖤍 ۝ ༊ இ 𖥸꒦꒷ᨳ ⚠︎ 𓌉◯𓇋　　𓎩 ᯤ ᯅ 𖤘 � ✓ ✘ ⚡︎ ⌨︎

ᡕᠵ᠊ᡃ࡚ࠢ࠘ ⸝່ࠡࠣ᠊߯᠆ࠣ࠘ᡁࠣ࠘᠊᠊ࠢ࠘𐡏~♡

Letters

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝑎 𝑏 𝑐 𝑑 𝑒 𝑓 𝑔 ℎ 𝑖 𝑗 𝑘 𝑙 𝑚 𝑛 𝑜 𝑝 𝑞 𝑟 𝑠 𝑡 𝑢 𝑣 𝑤 𝑥 𝑦 𝑧

𝐀 𝐁 𝐂 𝐃 𝐄 𝐅 𝐆 𝐇 𝐈 𝐉 𝐊 𝐋 𝐌 𝐍 𝐎 𝐏 𝐐 𝐑 𝐒 𝐓 𝐔 𝐕 𝐖 𝐗 𝐘 𝐙

𝐚 𝐛 𝐜 𝐝 𝐞 𝐟 𝐠 𝐡 𝐢 𝐣 𝐤 𝐥 𝐦 𝐧 𝐨 𝐩 𝐪 𝐫 𝐬 �� 𝐮 𝐯 𝐰 𝐱 𝐲 𝐳

𝗔 𝗕 𝗖 𝗗 𝗘 𝗙 𝗚 𝗛 𝗜 𝗝 𝗞 𝗟 𝗠 𝗡 𝗢 𝗣 𝗤 𝗥 𝗦 𝗧 𝗨 𝗩 𝗪 𝗫 𝗬 𝗭

𝗮 𝗯 𝗰 𝗱 𝗲 𝗳 𝗴 𝗵 𝗶 𝗷 𝗸 𝗹 𝗺 𝗻 𝗼 𝗽 𝗾 𝗿 𝘀 𝘁 𝘂 𝘃 𝘄 𝘅 𝘆 𝘇

𝓐 𝓑 𝓒 𝓓 𝓔 𝓕 𝓖 𝓗 𝓘 𝓙 𝓚 𝓛 𝓜 𝓝 𝓞 𝓟 𝓠 𝓡 𝓢 𝓣 𝓤 𝓥 𝓦 𝓧 𝓨 𝓩

𝓪 𝓫 𝓬 𝓭 𝓮 𝓯 𝓰 𝓱 𝓲 𝓳 𝓴 𝓵 𝓶 𝓷 𝓸 𝓹 𝓺 𝓻 𝓼 𝓽 𝓾 𝓿 𝔀 𝔁 𝔂 𝔃

𝐴 𝐵 𝐶 𝐷 𝐸 𝐹 𝐺 𝐻 𝐼 𝐽 𝐾 𝐿 𝑀 𝑁 𝑂 𝑃 𝑄 𝑅 𝑆 𝑇 𝑈 𝑉 𝑊 𝑋 𝑌 𝑍

𝒂 𝒃 𝒄 𝒅 𝒆 𝒇 𝒈 𝒉 𝒊 𝒋 𝒌 𝒍 𝒎 𝒏 𝒐 𝒑 𝒒 𝒓 𝒔 𝒕 𝒖 𝒗 𝒘 𝒙 𝒚 𝒛

𝙰 𝙱 𝙲 𝙳 𝙴 𝙵 𝙶 𝙷 𝙸 𝙹 𝙺 𝙻 𝙼 𝙽 𝙾 𝙿 𝚀 𝚁 𝚂 𝚃 𝚄 𝚅 𝚆 𝚇 𝚈 𝚉

𝚊 𝚋 𝚌 𝚍 𝚎 𝚏 𝚐 𝚑 𝚒 𝚓 𝚔 𝚕 𝚖 𝚗 𝚘 𝚙 𝚚 𝚛 𝚜 𝚝 𝚞 𝚟 𝚠 𝚡 𝚢 𝚣

𝕬 𝕭 𝕮 𝕯 𝕰 𝕱 𝕲 𝕳 𝕴 𝕵 𝕶 𝕷 𝕸 𝕹 𝕺 𝕻 𝕼 𝕽 𝕾 𝕿 𝖀 𝖁 𝖂 𝖃 𝖄 𝖅

𝖆 𝖇 𝖈 𝖉 𝖊 𝖋 𝖌 𝖍 𝖎 𝖏 𝖐 𝖑 𝖒 𝖓 𝖔 𝖕 𝖖 𝖗 𝖘 𝖙 𝖚 𝖛 𝖜 𝖝 𝖞 𝖟

𝔄 𝔅 ℭ 𝔇 𝔈 𝔉 𝔊 ℌ ℑ 𝔍 𝔎 𝔏 𝔐 𝔑 𝔒 𝔓 𝔔 ℜ 𝔖 𝔗 𝔘 𝔙 𝔚 𝔛 𝔜

𝔞 𝔟 𝔠 𝔡 𝔢 𝔣 𝔤 𝔥 𝔦 𝔧 𝔨 𝔩 𝔪 𝔫 𝔬 𝔭 𝔮 𝔯 𝔰 𝔱 𝔲 𝔳 𝔴 𝔵 𝔶 𝔷

𝘼 𝘽 𝘾 𝘿 𝙀 𝙁 𝙂 𝙃 𝙄 𝙅 𝙆 𝙇 𝙈 𝙉 𝙊 𝙋 𝙌 𝙍 𝙎 𝙏 𝙐 𝙑 𝙒 𝙓 𝙔 𝙕

𝙖 𝙗 𝙘 𝙙 𝙚 𝙛 𝙜 𝙝 𝙞 𝙟 𝙠 𝙡 𝙢 𝙣 𝙤 𝙥 𝙦 𝙧 𝙨 𝙩 𝙪 𝙫 𝙬 𝙭 𝙮 𝙯

𝒜 ℬ 𝒞 𝒟 ℰ ℱ 𝒢 ℋ ℐ 𝒥 𝒦 ℒ ℳ 𝒩 𝒪 𝒫 𝒬 ℛ 𝒮 𝒯 𝒰 𝒱 𝒲 𝒳 𝒴 𝒵

𝒶 𝒷 𝒸 𝒹 𝑒 𝒻 𝑔 𝒽 𝒾 𝒿 𝓀 𝓁 𝓂 𝓃 𝑜 𝓅 𝓆 𝓇 𝓈 𝓉 𝓊 𝓋 𝓌 𝓍 𝓎 𝓏

𝔸 𝔹 ℂ 𝔻 𝔼 𝔽 𝔾 ℍ 𝕀 𝕁 𝕂 𝕃 𝕄 ℕ 𝕆 ℙ ℚ ℝ 𝕊 𝕋 𝕌 𝕍 𝕎 𝕏 𝕐 ℤ

𝕒 𝕓 𝕔 𝕕 𝕖 𝕗 𝕘 𝕙 𝕚 𝕛 𝕜 𝕝 𝕞 𝕟 𝕠 𝕡 𝕢 𝕣 𝕤 𝕥 𝕦 𝕧 𝕨 𝕩 𝕪 𝕫

Numbers

①②③④⑤⑥⑦⑧⑨⑩

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