#GENUFLECTING GHOST.......

[lesbian-kyoru]

rip xie lian you would've loved javelin by sufjan stevens........

[fieriframes]

[Give myself as a sacrifice. Genuflecting ghost, I kiss the floor. Rise, my love, show me paradise. Nothing seems so simple anymore.]

[gomensnightingales]

We don’t talk abt genuflecting ghost enough! like gentleness at the beginning and the harmonies at the end??? It makes me want to cry Sufjan u have done it again 😭

[taumoebaa]

please tell me more about Genuflecting Ghost i am Intrigued

Genuflecting Ghost is honestly just a fic that I wanna read LMAO. It's just Liam's POV of the Varrish torture scene in IF. I'm fully subscribed to the idea that that really was Liam, and that Malek sent him down there voluntarily. Maybe I'm delusional. Oh well.

So, Liam (in some FW universe Hell) goes to visit Malek every day, asking him over and over again if he can be sent to the world of the living. His methods of convincing Malek slowly get more and more ridiculous until Malek finally agrees.

I’ve tried reverence, I’ve tried pleading. I’ve tried offerings, and I’ve tried sacrifice. I’m at my wits’ end here, and I’m starting to think that the God of Death just enjoys watching me struggle.

Liam: Take me to the world of the living. I only need a day. Malek: Outrageous. You, a mere human, dare to command a god’s will? Liam: Sincerely, I don’t give a fuck if you’re the God of Death. I need to be with her. Right now. [Some convincing words later.] Malek: She will not see you unless she wishes to. The living do not see the dead simply because they are there. Liam: She’ll see me. She has to. Drip. Drip. Drip.

[Retelling of the canon events until Xaden shows up. Liam fades away when Violet no longer needs him there. He returns to Malek.]

Malek: So, human. How was it? Seeing that which you once were—the living. Was it everything you hoped for? Liam: Yes. It was. The God of Death raises a pointed finger, places it in the center of my chest, and sends me tumbling back down the silver steps once more.

[petzel]

Do you still identify with sufjan stevens

yeah, def! i loved his last two albums, javelin and a beginner's mind, and i'm excited for the new kid's album he's producing!

[fanboy-feminist]

Happy new year! I’m listening to a song off of Javelin by Sufjan Stevens for the first time since mid-October! I am very proud of myself.

[farthestshores]

finally got around to listen to javelin❣️ not a single miss on that album it’s in my top 3 sufjan releases of all time for sure

[niko-sasaki-dbd]

Edwin Payne & Charles Rowland

Dead Boy Detectives Agency.

[source: side wounds by lena j. oleanderson || dead boy detectives, episode 7 || for your own good by leah horlick || dead boy detectives, episode 7 || side wounds by lena j. oleanderson || dead boy detectives, episode 6 + forever with me by conan gray / found heaven by conan gray (edited) || based on the story of orpheus and eurydice || genuflecting ghost by sufjan stevens || original edit || to the desert by benjamin alire sáenz]

[concept: about love & devotion]

edwin / charles / paineland / niko / crystal

[redflagshipwriter]

Red Hot Ghouls 10 2/2

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Jazz’s roommate Tiffany was fine and all that, but Danny didn’t feel that he was missing out on much when he phased from the stairwell directly into the little ensuite bathroom that connected to Jazz’s bedroom. He could hear quiet conversation from the living room– the TV, maybe?

But Jazz had clearly locked her bedroom door before she left. Danny made a note that Tiffany definitely wouldn’t be finding him and then he starfished on his sister’s bed. He set an alarm for 1 am with a smidge of guilt. It probably wouldn’t wake her up. Maybe she wouldn’t even stay home for the night, she had a boyfriend, right? Or was she the one with the girlfriend who worked downtown?

Whatever. Danny slept like the dead. In fact, he slept through his alarm and woke up to see 7 messages from Jazz. The one showing on the screen was “DANIEL FENTON Tiffany thinks my bedroom is HAUNTED because someone is snoring in there.”

“Oops,” Danny said under his breath. He opened up the clock app and made sure that the alarm wasn’t going to go off again. He quietly pulled open Jazz’s drawers to find a clean pair of socks and a hoodie that didn’t have his university name written on it.

The first thing he pulled out was a baby pink hoodie that had SQUAT written on it in white all-caps print. “I sure do,” he said to himself, and changed into it. It was a lie. He did not lift weights. That was Jazz’s hobby.

He did enjoy the thought of how pinched her face was gonna get when she saw him in her clothes. Danny had a little chuckle over it before he phased back out and nearly fell down the staircase. His arms wheeled for balance.

When he caught himself he looked around to be sure no one saw. The zone was clear. Danny smirked.

“Another perfect landing for the Phantom.”

Oh, duh. That was a thought. He didn’t have to hoof it.

It was dark enough that he reconsidered his plan to walk to Arkham on foot and ducked back into Jazz’s place to transform where no one could see the light show.

He made good time across the stretch of ocean that separated Jazz’s dream job from the rest of Gotham City. He knew where to go, based off of insider information.

Jeremy Waters had landed himself in Arkham, rather than standard criminal housing, because he would not shut the fuck up about the debt the Ghost King was going to owe him and how he would repay it in the blood of everyone who crossed him or whatever. He was in the low security end, given that he was just some dude, but Danny still spend a moment steeling himself to wake Jeremy and (ugh) talk to him.

‘He’s going to take this as positive feedback,’ Danny thought glumly. ‘He’s going to think he’s gotten something in his obsession with me. He’s probably going to be even more annoying.’

He wasn’t entirely sure that Jeremy’s focus on gifting him spouses wasn’t projection. The guy was kinda obsessed.

The weight class difference between the two of them was just absurd, metaphysically speaking. Jeremy was a 52 year old Poli-sci graduate who had ditched a middle of the road career in the Foreign Service at age 40 and started pursuing immortality. Midlife crisis and all that. He had a bit of boxing experience, but that was it. He was just a human guy.

Danny was king of the dead and he could shoot lasers from his hands. He was strong even for a ghost.

‘It’s pathetic that he creeps me out still. It’s just such bad vibes to be pursued by this old guy who won’t take no for an answer.’

Still, gotta do what you gotta do. He blew frost into the room to set a mood and scramble the fuck out of any surveilance equipment. Then he grimaced his way through calling out, “Jeremy. Jeremy. Jeremy!” until the jerk woke up.

…and immediately started genuflecting. “My lord Phantom,” Jeremy whimpered. His whole body was shaking.

Danny wished it was fear. But no. It was excitement, like he was some freaky little purse dog. He shuddered. “What did you do differently in your latest summoning?” he asked. His voice somehow came out cold and superior.

He could see Jeremy’s dazed grin even when the guy was still looking at the cell floor. “I am so glad that you ask, my lord,” he babbled. “I increased the number of ritual participants from 7 to 12. I changed from Kosher to Pink Himalayan salt. I was initially going to offer my humble self as a sacrifice-”

Danny’s stomach lurched.

“But when the Red Hood burst in, I knew that it was a sign!”

The red what now?

“Surely someone whose aura is so soaked in death and brutality would be a flavorful meal for one so horrendous and deathly as you, my Lord,” Jeremy babbled on.

Danny made a face.

‘He thinks I’m going to eat the sacrifice spouse?’ Danny paused. ‘...Was he lying, or does he want me to eat him? What does he think will happen if death eats him?’

He had a morbid curiousity that made him want to ask. But it was probably best not to know. He needed to sleep at night.

“It was the Pink Himalayan salt that was powerful enough to draw my attention,” Danny told Jeremy, because he really didn’t need any good information. “I reject your offering. Stop trying.”

He left immediately in hopes of not hearing the wailing and gnashing of teeth behind him.

[dimetrodonz]

genuflecting ghost

[solitablvd]

Read My Mind

**Minors DNI**

chapter six

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Pairing: Demon!Javier Escuella x Female Reader

A/N: Thank you for reading :) I appreciate the love Warnings: NSFW, pure smut tbh, unprotected p in v, female reader, brat Javier Escuella idc

Word Count: 2.5k

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chapter six:

With his arm wrapped around you and your head placed on his chest, Javier kept his eyes on the ceiling as your breathing steadied into a slow rhythmic pattern while you fell asleep. 

He slowly caressed your body while he slept. He closed his eyes in frustration, with his mind racing he wished he was able to sleep just to put his mind to rest. The past few days had been extremely confusing for him. He was having feelings he had never had before he met you. 

Even now, he was laying here at your side with no thought of leaving you. This wasn’t normal for him. He hadn’t felt this way for anyone else, if he could even explain what exactly he was feeling. All he knew was that when he was with you he felt a tugging in his chest and a need to be with you for as long as he possibly could. 

And that scared him, frankly. He wasn’t supposed to want you this bad, not like this at least. He felt caught up between lust and— he couldn’t even say the other word. 

At the thought he shifted uncomfortably beside you, slipping away from your side and hooking his legs over the side of the bed. He reclothed himself with ease and rested his head in his hands in frustration. Everything was wrong. He wasn’t supposed to be feeling this way. Just hours ago he was feeling jealous over some stupid mortal. Before that he was reading that romance novel in the library and couldn’t stop himself from thinking about you. Everything felt backwards to him. 

He knew how you felt, but he couldn’t let you say it out loud. Then it would be all too real. 

And that kiss? That kiss. His fingers brushed lightly against his lips, tracing the ghost of your touch. He hated how much he enjoyed it, how soft your lips felt against his. He wanted more of it so bad, but could do nothing of it. Not without consequences. 

He looked over to your still, sleeping figure. He took a deep sigh. He remembered what he had read from one of your books, a leap of courage is what it would take. He felt scared at the thought, which was new for him. He had been having a lot of new feelings lately, since he met you. 

He leaned over to you, reaching his hands around your neck to unclasp the necklace. With the locket in his hand he took another deep breath. 

In an instant he vanished from your room, his surroundings replaced with a dark hallway. The hallway was lit only by a few torches against the stone wall. The air felt thicker down here, but he was accustomed to the feeling. He began making his way down the familiar hallway, ignoring the distant wailing and chain rattling coming from the closed rooms he was passing. 

He gulped as he thought of his possible fate. He had never heard of anyone doing such a thing before. Falling in love was the last thing he was supposed to do, but he didn’t do it on purpose. He just felt this never-ending need to be with you at every moment. 

He could feel the heat from the room as he neared the end of the hallway. He placed his hand on the metal knocker, but didn’t move. He froze, staring at the large door’s elaborate carvings while he gave a final contemplation to his next actions. He had to be sure this is what he wanted. 

Finally, he gave three knocks before positioning himself upright behind the door. The locket was still firm in his hand as the door slowly opened itself. He stepped into the throne room, following the narrow path surrounded by a seething river of fire below. He approached the looming, massive throne crafted from jagged bones, keeping his breath calm. Seated upon the throne was a large, familiar, grinning figure. 

He stopped at the steps of the throne, kneeling down in a genuflecting motion. He looked back up at the figure, knowing his face was ridden with the reflection of his uncertainty. 

“Javier,” The overseer nodded, accepting his sign of respect, “What brings you to the throne?” 

“Sir…” Javier began, looking down at the locket in his hands. He stared at the garnet stone as his voice trailed off. He briefly closed his eyes, seeing you in his mind’s eye. The feeling was still there. He knew he was doing the right thing. 

The overseer looked down upon him, not saying a word at first. 

Before he knew it, the locket disappeared from Javier’s hands. He looked up quickly to see it had appeared in the overseer’s large grasp. 

The locket dangled from his fingers as he examined it before looking back at Javier with dark eyes, “You’ve grown weak, Javier. Look at you, groveling like some mortal. Over what? A girl?” 

“She’s more than that. She’s— she’s more.” Javier spoke, growing defensive, but not wanting to say too much.

“More?” The looming figure gave a sinister laugh as Javier’s eyes betrayed him. He continued, his words dripping with mockery, “Maybe you need to spend another 50 years in this trinket, or better yet, you’ll stay here. You clearly are not fit to fulfill duties above ground.” 

“No— I need to be with her.” Javier protested.

“No?” The overseer growled, standing from the throne. 

He slowly stepped closer to Javier’s knelt down body, demanding, “I want to hear you say it. Say you love her.”  

*** 

You woke up with a jolt, feeling as though you had caught yourself from falling. You sat up quickly, looking to the empty spot beside you where Javier had been laying. He was gone. Your eyes scanned the room, the illumination of the rising sun seeping through your window just enough for you to see. He was nowhere to be found. 

You opened your mouth to call for him, freezing as you instinctively reached for the locket around your neck, feeling nothing but your bare skin. 

You look around the bed quickly, seeing if it had fallen off anywhere, keeping the thin blanket draped around your body. The thought that Javier left with the necklace briefly crossed your mind, but you didn’t want to think about it. Maybe kissing him had been a mistake. Maybe he didn’t feel the same way you did. 

“Javier?” You called softly, your voice trembling slightly.

A beat passed before he finally appeared. As if he had been dropped into your room, he fell with a hard thump. You looked down at him from your bed, puzzled as he had never had an issue with teleporting before. Still, you were relieved to see him. 

“You’re here,” You let out a relieving sigh, admitting, “I thought you were… gone.” 

Javier looked up at you. Though, his eyes seemed different somehow, as if they were lighter than their usual color. 

He seemed to contemplate his words, but as he opened his mouth to speak, you interrupted, “Wait, how are you here right now? I mean, the necklace— it’s missing.” You explained. 

Javier, standing from his spot on the floor, reached into his pocket. From it he held the locket delicately in his hands. You moved to reach for it, but he popped the trinket open, revealing the garnet stone, once smooth, had now been shattered. 

Your eyebrows furrowed in confusion, “What happened?” 

Javier sat at the edge of your bed, facing you. If you could read his mind you would have heard him giving a quick ‘speak from the heart’ mantra to himself. You looked down at the shattered garnet, then back up to Javier. 

As your gaze connected, the pieces all seemed to fall in place, “Does this mean you’re not a…” Your voice trailed off. 

With a deep breath, he finally spoke, “I care about you. Which is strange because I’ve never cared about anyone before, not how I care about you. I’ve never understood love. I’ve helped others find it, but I’ve never fully understood it myself. And you— you’ve been looking for love and I’ve been helping you, but I—” 

“What are you trying to say?” You interrupted his nervous rambling. 

He took a deep breath before finishing, “Stop searching.” He pressed his lips against yours, caressing your cheek with one hand and wrapped around your waist with the other. 

You immediately kissed him back, moving your lips against his. His kiss was sweet; delicate, as if he was being hesitant with every one of his movements. You felt a rush of warmth as you mirrored his rhythm, placing a hand on his cheek to let him know you felt the same way. 

You pulled back to catch your breath, your heavy breathing matching his. The two of you were silent for a moment. You wanted him, but not in the same ways you’ve felt before. This time, you wanted him forever. You wanted to wake up beside him every morning and fall asleep in his arms every night, for as long as time would permit. 

“What are you thinking about?” He asked, being now unable to read your mind. 

“I’m in love with you.” You smiled, feeling a weight lift off your shoulders as you were finally able to truly express how you felt. 

Javier felt his world come together. He wasn’t entirely sure what a loving life with you would look like, but he knew he wanted that with you. “I’m in love with you, too.” 

He pressed his lips to yours once more, melting into your kiss as you let yourself fall against him. The thin white blanket left little to imagination as it continued to slip off your body with every movement as you pulled him onto you. His kiss grew in passion as he grew comfortable with the sensation of kissing you. He never thought he’d be in a position like this: where he had given up everything for someone, not just anyone, someone he loved. 

He followed as you guided him on top of you, positioning himself between your legs; you could feel he was already hard against you. His lips left yours to catch his breath; he sat up on his knees in front of you, and for the first time he began to manually undo the buttons on his shirt. He fumbled slightly with the studs, having not had to do this before. You stifled a laugh below him, finding his need to adjust slightly entertaining. 

“I’ll help,” You spoke, sitting up slightly to help him with his shirt. He gave a smile as you helped push his shirt off to reveal his upper half. You then leaned back as his hands worked to undo his belt. You took in his sight, biting your lip as you watched him undress. 

Once he tossed his clothes onto the floor below, he moved back towards you, smiling as he pressed his lips sweetly to yours once more. It was as though he couldn’t get enough of your taste. The kiss grew in intensity, your tongue beginning to swirl around his. Keeping his lips connected with yours, he moved his hand between the two of you and down to your cunt. You moaned against his mouth as he brushed his fingers over your entrance. He gathered your slick on his fingers before he began to slowly massage your clit. You ran your fingers through his hair as you gave another tight moan against his lips. 

You moved one hand down, wrapping it around his length, giving him a tight squeeze as flicked your wrist slowly. He groaned against your lips as your thumb brushed over his tip. He massaged your wet heat quicker as he grew in desperation for you, dipping his hand lower to slip his finger into you. He pulled away from your lips, resting his forehead on yours. The two of you held each other’s gaze, panting as you continued to pleasure one another. 

He bucked himself into your hand, urging you to jerk him off faster. When you did, he gave a small moan, pressing his lips against your jaw and leaving a trail of kisses down to your neck where he began to lightly suck on your skin. He hand moved to massage your breast while the other held him in place above you. With him in your hand, you positioned him at your entrance, guiding him as he pushed himself fully into you. 

He melted against you, telling himself to go slow. He wanted this to last as long as possible. He wanted to hold you for as long as he could. Your hands gripped onto his shoulders as he began to find a rolling rhythm. With every slow thrust you let out a light gasp, moaning as his lips found yours once more. Being able to kiss him like this felt blissful, your tongues intertwined while you grinded against him to encourage his pace. 

He nodded, quickening his pace for you, but not moving his lips away from yours. You hooked your legs around his waist, pulling him even deeper into you and shuddering with a moan at the sensation. You cupped his cheeks, deepening your kiss. You could feel a tightening in your stomach as you got closer and closer to your high. 

Your moans against his lips grew desperate and your kiss became messier. Your back arched as you trembled underneath him, moaning his name against his lips as the wave of ecstasy crashed over you. He gave a content hum, smiling and giving you a quick peck as you came. Feeling you clench around him was enough to send him over the edge. He gave a few final thrusts before quickly pulling out of you, taking himself in his hand and giving a quick flick of his wrist as he came on you. 

The two of you laid there for a moment, panting against each other. He lifted himself off of you, giving you another quick peck, “I really do love you, you know? I didn’t think I could love anyone, but when I’m with you, I just know.” 

His sincerity made your heart swell. You nodded, keeping your gaze on him as he moved to clean the mess he left on you. Once finished, he moved back to lay beside you, wrapping his arms around you and placing small, delicate kisses on your soft skin. You didn’t realize that he could be this sweet. 

The two of you laid in each other’s arms. Javier was partially grappling with the fact that this was his new reality, and you were cherishing being able to truly be with him. Neither of you could help but beam at the new feeling. He placed another passionate kiss against your lips, seemingly not being able to get enough.

You smiled against his soft lips and for the first time, you knew exactly what he was thinking.

[fieriframes]

[Give myself as a sacrifice and genuflecting ghost, I kiss the floor yet, rise, my love, show me paradise. Nothing seems so simple anymore that people could take wrong turns.]

[todayontumblr]

new sufjan out today :)

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Goodbye Evergreen • A Running Start • Will Anybody Ever Love Me? • Everything That Rises • Genuflecting Ghost • My Red Little Fox • So You Are Tired • Javelin (To Have And To Hold) • Shit Talk • There's A World

Submitter's Note: The vinyl edition of this album is accompanied with a booklet that includes original art and mini-essays about love, all by Sufjan Stevens. The mini-essays can be read here for free.

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[hyacinthstars]

marauders x javelin

goodbye evergreen:

SIRIUS MOTHERFUCKING BLACK

hear me out for this yall:

"something just isnt right, i cut from the inside."

"im frightened of the end, im drowning in my self defense."

"think of me as what you will."

THIS IS SIRIUS BLACK DO YALL SEE IT

a running start

had to think quite a bit for this one, but i settled on wolfstar bc like:

"the silver moon, the watersnake" (this could be so good for moonwater as well. "forgotten tales, a wild beast"

"I cross my arms to shield my heart, as everything turns into waves."

will anybody ever love me?

regulus black bc i say so ok

"Tie me to a tiny wooden raft, watch me drift and watch me struggle, let me go." hashtag regulus black and his relationship with water as a metaphor for his relationship for james potter if yall see what i mean

everything that rises

jegulus starchaser sunseeker YES

"cast me not in hell, where the demons rage"?????? regulus to james

"turn yourself away, from the wickedness" JAMES TO REG???

Genuflecting ghost:

regulussssssssssssss

"give myself as a sacrifice"

"rest assured, empires will fall.

"give myself as a sacrifice, genuflecting ghost, i kiss no more????" do yall see the vision

my red little fox

WOLFSTAR!!

the entire song is them i fear

So you are tired

regulus to sirius hashtag black brothers angst

"so you are tired of us"

"turning back 14 years of what i did and said"

"was it something i said or some kind of joke?"

"so you are tired of me, so rest your head, turning back all that we had in life, WHILE I RETURN TO DEATH." REGULUS MF BLACK IM SAYING IT

Javelin (to have and to hold)

sirius to regulus, hear me out in a scenario where they duel or fight bc they piss each other offfff

"for the javelin i had not, meant to throw right at you."

"for if it had its mark, thered be blood in the place where you stood." him using one of the darker spells in the heat of the moment and having an "im just like my parents moment" canon trust me

Shit talk (my fav from the album)

JEGULUS SUNSEEKER STARCHASER

"IN the future, there will be a terrible cost, for all that we've left undone." cough cough cough regulus going to see james after seeing the mark, james being ???!!!!, the terrible cost being regulus dying soon after

"i will always love you, but i cannot live with you." CANON

"did i fail to believe in positive thoughts?" james blaming himself about reg's death

"i will always love you, but i cannot look at you." hashtag after the mark???

"no i dont wanna fight at all." james losing hope

There's a world

guys this song is too happy idk how to angst-ify it