#꒰ ⛧ ꒱ — a song to reach you ;; mine

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selfship templates i made! all i ask is that you don’t remove the credit in the corner ^_^ i’d love to see what you make so tag me if you want!

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𝐒𝐎��𝐆𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄 𝐌𝐘 𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄 . whether it be melodies that give you inspiration for your muse or songs that get you into the writing mood — pick ten songs that give you the urge, the drive or the creativity to write for your muse!

⛧ ribs ; the crane wives. || marrow made a wife of eve, but no one gave up a rib for me and mine. my heart did expose to the elements, calloused and untouched by a man's design. // brick and mortar between my bones, built a kingdom fierce and fortified. // oh my savage empire, how lucky we are, how lucky we are. never to be moved by the words of a liar. // the dark doesn't frighten me, I chose to close my eyes, it is mine, it is mine. the night doesn't frighten me, I chose to let it thrive, it is mine, it is mine.

⛧ good riddance ; cover by annapantsu. || farewell to the earthly remains, no burdens, no further debts to be paid. // goodbye to all the plans that we made, no contracts, I'm free to do as I may. // good riddance to all the thieves, to all the fools that stifled me! they've come and gone and passed me by, good riddance to all!

⛧ dance in the dark ; lady gaga. || baby loves to dance in the dark, 'cause when he's looking she falls apart.

⛧ dead boy's poem ; nightwish. || sing what you can't say, forget what you can't play, hasten to drown into beautiful eyes. // wrote for the eclipse, wrote for the virgin, died for the beauty - the one in the garden. created a kingdom, reached for the wisdom, failed in becoming a god. // a lonely soul, an ocean soul.

⛧ which witch? ; florence + the machine. || and it's my whole heart weighed and measure inside, and it's an old scar trying to bleach it out, and it's my whole heart, deemed and delivered a crime. i'm on trial, waiting 'til the beat comes out. // who's a heretic now? am I making sense? how can you make it stick? waiting 'til the beat comes out. who's a heretic, child? can you make it stick, now? and I'm on trial waiting 'til the beat comes out. // I'm not beat up by this yet, you can't tell me to regret. been in the dark since the day we met. fire, help me to forget.

⛧ howl ; florence + the machine. || if you could only see the beast you've made of me. I held it in but now it seems you've set it running free. screaming in dark, I howl when we're apart. drag my teeth across your chest to taste your beating heart. // my blood is singing with your voice, I want to pour it out. // the fabric of your flesh pure as a wedding dress. until I wrap myself inside your arms I cannot rest. // the saints can't help me now, the ropes have been unbound, I hunt for you with bloodied feet across the hallowed ground and howl.

⛧ lost carol ; mary elizabeth mcglynn. || 🎶

⛧ mary magdalene ; fka twigs. || a woman's work, a woman's prerogative, a woman's time to embrace she must put herself first. // a woman's touch, a sacred geometry, I know where you start, where you end, how to please, how to curse. // a woman's hands, so dark and provocative, a nurturing breath that could stroke you // divine confidence. a woman's war, unoccupied history // I'm fever for the fire, true as mary magdalene, creature of desire, come just a little bit closer to me - step just a little bit closer to me.

⛧ crystal ; stevie nicks. || do you always trust your first initial feeling? special knowledge holds truth bears believing. i turned around and the water was closing all around like a glove, like the love that had finally found me. // drove me through the mountain, through the crystal like a clear water fountain, drove me like a magnet to the sea.

⛧ don't pray for me ; within temptation. || I'm not lost in the dark, I'm not blind to what I see. I know the river is wide and the water is deep. I feel the cold, my heart skips a beat. // I don't need your absolution, so don't hold that sword over me. // for my confessions I don't need a church, I don't need salt to know where it hurts. // oh I needed a revolution, I never had war in mind. // and now the river's run dry and the fall is deep, the truth is dark and makes us bleed. // in hell is where I stand, it's where I find my inner strength. // don't pray for me.

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[cilil]

Day 4 Melkor ⋆⛧⋆ Mairon

Synopsis: After an eternity of fruitless searching, Melkor finally feels like he has found joy within Eä.

Warnings: /

Author's Note: Hope you enjoy!♡

Melkor had spent an eternity searching for the Flame Imperishable. From the luminous heights of the Timeless Halls to the empty depths of the Void to the fabric of Eä itself, he had been everywhere and seen everything, but could never find the one thing he was looking for; until one day he gave up and told himself that it must be with Eru and Eru's alone, forever out of reach, that all of his efforts to create were meaningless in the end and that there was no true joy to be found within Eä. 

But he had been wrong. 

It was after many years of secret courtship, stolen moments and silent kisses, when he watched Mairon dancing in front of him, that he realised he had long since found joy and purpose after all. There was fire twirling around the Maia's graceful form, fire burning inside his fëa as well as Melkor's own, fire within the stars above and the earth below; and it was the most beautiful sight he had ever laid eyes on. 

And it was then that Melkor realised–as much as it pained him to be constrained by the laws of Eä and his inability to create sentient life of his own, his little flame was with him and they would make great things together. 

He held out his hand, and Mairon came to him without hesitation, his golden eyes wide and bright and full of affection. Melkor's fëa felt warm and vibrant with delight, and he pulled the Maia onto his lap, holding him like Arda's most precious treasure. 

"Mine," he purred and tilted his lover's chin upwards with one finger to kiss him.  

"Yours," Mairon affirmed, his voice a breathless whisper, and closed his eyes, melting into the Vala's fiery, passionate kiss. 

Arms wrapping around his little flame, smaller ones embracing him in turn, Melkor  listened to the melodies of their fëar, committed every harmonious and every dissonant note to his eternal memory, and a surge of both passion and possessiveness went through his song like a mighty, all-encompassing crescendo. 

"Come with me," he whispered then, tightening his grip around the Maia, yet still careful enough not to hurt him. Louder, more insistent, he continued, "Stay with me and be mine. Forever. I do not wish to be parted from you any longer."

Mairon let out a small laugh, cupping his cheeks with both hands. 

"I thought you would never ask. Though I will have to ask you for a warm place to stay and a forge all to myself."

"You shall have it and whatever else you desire," Melkor promised, and he meant every word he said; for he had never deceived his little flame in the past and no intention to do so in the future.

"Together, we shall set this world on fire if we must and rebuild it according to our own design." 

He glanced up at the heavens for a moment and smiled. 

He is mine.

This flame you have failed to hide from me, Father, and you will never take him from me again.

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[proship-mafuyu]

your f/o wants you so bad it makes them look STUPID

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your f/o will always love you. it doesn’t matter your sexuality, your race, your past actions, your ability level. they will help you through your struggles and love you always.

[proship-mafuyu]

reclaim the things you once loved and share them with your f/os. maybe it was a gift from an ex-friend, or a song you used to share with your ex-lover. it can be yours and your f/o’s, now.

[proship-mafuyu]

your f/o has a little list somewhere. maybe it’s an app in their phone, or a stack of sticky notes, or a page in their journal. maybe you don’t know, but in it they keep everything they love about you. you’re their favorite person, and they love to look back at all the cute things you’ve done; all the sweet things you’ve said. you will always be theirs.

[proship-mafuyu]

reblog to bug your f/o a little. bother em if you will.

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dear non-sharing selfshippers — your f/o only wants you. they couldn’t even think about being with anyone else! you’re theirs.

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imagine your f/o showering with you. they’re so loving, lathering shampoo into your hair and making sure they’re not tugging too hard. they condition your hair before rubbing your body with body wash, wanting to make sure you can feel their love in every touch. they love doing things like this for you, and always will.

[proship-mafuyu]

there’s nothing wrong with shipping your oc with a canon character. there’s nothing wrong with shipping yourself with a canon character. cringe culture is dead. do whatever you want forever

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yumes with memory problems—

your f/o will never be mad at you, or make you feel like a burden. if you forget self-care, they’ll gently remind you or help you through it. they’ll never be upset with you over an “i don’t know” or an “i forgot.” they know you’re not being malicious, and they love every part of you.

[proship-mafuyu]

shoutout to selfshippers with “weird” f/os. it doesn’t matter what other people think, their love for you is neverending.

shoutout to people who kin characters from their f/o’s media. your identity is just as valid as your relationship, and it doesn’t matter if “canon” would never let you guys be together. you’re better than canon.

shoutout to people who have a lot of f/os. you’re just full of love, you can’t help it — and your f/os all love you so much.

shoutout to people who only have one or two f/os. your dedication is admirable, and your f/o(s) can see how much you love them and return it back.

shoutout to people who are extremely clingy with their f/os. it’s okay to be touch-starved, your f/o will always give you the attention you need.

shoutout to people who treat their f/os like an IRL partner, putting pictures of them as your wallpaper and in your wallet. your f/o is a valid partner, just like anyone else’s would be.

[proship-mafuyu]

selfship blinkies i made messing around on blinkies.cafe ^_^

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dear non-sharing yumes — you’re never selfish for being nonsharing. you’re not “too sensitive” for getting upset when someone else talks romantically about your f/o. your f/o loves you so, so much.

[proship-mafuyu]

imagine covering your f/o in kisses. their face first, leaving little lipstick marks (if you wear it) on their nose, their forehead, their cheeks, and especially their lips. your kisses trail down to their neck, their collar, their hands and chest and stomach. and maybe you go lower, if that’s your thing ;-)