#Hate & Tenderness

[stardust-bridges]

Club Furies Premiere: Isaiah - Been Missin You [ANAØH]

La misión de nuestra querido disquera mexicana ANAØH continúa. “El arte, en cualquiera de sus expresiones, es el intento del ser humano de emular la naturaleza y su belleza”. Esa es la idea en la cual ANAØH postula su esencia: en la relación que existe entre el Arte y la Naturaleza. Club Furies Premiere: William Arist – Cassette [ANAØH] Como es habitual, para cada fin de año, la disquera lanza…

[silkythewriter]

Hello! Can I request alastor x reader where the two were married while they were alive, but reader died via illness or something and went to hell (though they never partaked in the cannibalism) and the reunite in hell?

“I'll love you 'til I'm dead”

Warning!: Angst, but eventually fluff! A bit of OOC since I haven’t written in awhile.. (.,.)💧

Fandom!: Hazbin hotel!

Author note: LONGGGGG TIME NO SEE, HIYA! IM SO SORRY FOR MY HIATUS OF SORTS BUT I FELT LIKE WRITING SUM SMALL ♡´･ᴗ･`♡ I apologize!, I hope you guys enjoy and I’m so sorry for disagreeing yet again!.

Summary!: Spouse! Reader dying via sickness, but reuniting with alastor in hell.

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

Louise (Louise)

I'll love you 'til I'm dead

Louise (Louise)

Not even if she likes the way you dance

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

First of all, he cherished you to the fullest content. As stuck up as he seems to be smile and all, he was in desperate need of support and attention. And you supplying both of those was all he needed even if he didn’t say out loud the tender touches and moments you both shared alone was enough to tell you everything.

Your relationship was nothing less then sweet and tender, and depending if you knew of his..ahem..little side hobby, it was innocent as well!

He cared for you so deeply, so desperately, to the point where you became his tie to humanity. Of course he knew how to play a role of a sane man, but even then he needed you to tie him to the small humanity and sanity he had.

Although not a big fan of physical affection himself he would in private of course, indulge in your soft touches, and hold. He and there he may quietly slip next to you just so you could softly run you fingers across his skin.

But of course the unviable happen, as the world ripped him of what he held so dear. Maybe as a punishment for his sins and misdeeds, or simply because it could.

Of course in the 30’s medicine was far from advanced, not only that but expensive. So when the news arrived of your newly found sickness all he could do was smile and nod at the doctor as if he wasn’t receiving the most dreadful news.

At first, he genuinely did hope for a recovery, he believed you would get better. Sure a tiny voice in his head was feeding him scary thoughts, and his gut twisted and turned. He felt something was off but surely it was nothing!, right?.

But as your health deteriorated so did his mental state and sanity, even worse then it once was. He put up a front though, for your sake and his, comforting you and saying how you’ll be fine soon, and recover then both of you could go off and do something you always wanted to do.

At some points of repeating this it really turned into him assuring himself. That your not leaving him, no, not anytime soon.

The more you fell ill the more you watched him spiral infront of you. And all you really could do was stare at him with sadden eyes as you gave comforting touches against his cheek or holding him close, even if you could barely pull yourself up from the bed you laid.

You felt your time coming close to ending, and somehow so did he. But unlike you he denied it to the fullest extent.

“Please dear don’t speak of such things, don’t worry yourself. You’ll be fine you’ll see!, now just rest my dear”

He wanted to believe it’ll pass over anytime now, ignoring the doctors he spent fortunes on. And sometimes he does blame them even if they just told the truth. He hated how they couldn’t help you, how he couldn’t help you.

So the day of you passing was the day he lost his final tie to humanity. If not for you, why give such a nasty world mercy?.

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

The minute they lowered your casket and buried you with the dirt is also the day he decided to amp up his murders.

He’s not sloppy with his murders their always calculated and tidy but grossem. Even with this, losing you he couldn’t concentrate which didn’t help his case as his blood lust grew and grew.

Each and every murder his mind went blank, thoughts of you kept flooding in that he desperately wanted to rip from his mind.

If a woman that wore you same fragrant passed him. She would be gone in a matter of days.

Nights were colder, harsher, he always assumed karma would catch up to him, but to him not you.

He often questioned what happened how did it happen. How did you even get such a illness?, and why did it have to be you?. We’re you in heaven watching him in his pitiful state? Was there even such a thing?. If there was…he surely wasn’t going to see you he knew where he was damned to go, but you?, he was sure you deserved the Pearl-ist set of wings.

Depending on the days, months or years following your death, he’s like a ticking time bomb.

He yearns for you in such a way he’s humiliated at it in a way. He misses you desperately, widowed too soon, he always assumed it would be you to be in this position, but he assumed wrong.

Even then he couldn’t tell if he could subject you to the twist of his heart and guts. He would beg to die before you, but the pain he feels now is something he would never want you to feel.

Following thoughts of your death was also his. Would he get to see you soon?, one last glance before being damned?.

He never truly moved on, cause you were his only love. Loving someone for him atleast, was rare in a romantic sense.

At some point he genuinely does just continue his murders till his death, maybe it was your passing that truly killed him. After your passing he was a bit hasty, maybe that’s what lead him to be shot in the woods. But who truly knows?

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

Now, after his death is where everything truly came together.

His rise to power was fairly quick killing overloads one by one gaining more voices on his radio.

But the lingering feeling of hope stayed in him…maybe you were here? Waiting for him?, But at the same time he hated this life for you, in such a miserable and disgusting yet admittedly amusing place(at least to him)

Now depending on how you found him maybe the minute his radio debuted. Or maybe by a game of telephone by the residents in hell whispering rumors and describing someone all to familiar to you.

Either way! You guys do eventually find each other. By chance or destiny is up to you

The minute he spots you, hears you, even senses you, he freezes. His smile never flattering but static surrounding the area as he processes what’s happening. Is this some sort of trick?, how..how did you end up here?

In a matter a seconds though he’s in front of you, looming as his shadow grows in suspense.

He holds his appearance and self image very important but in this tiny moment of silence. He lets it slip even if just a bit, smile never faltering but I’m his eyes a glimpse of renewed joy. Genuine joy, not form the harms of others but from something warm…something bitter sweet.

Maybe it’s you who pipes up snapping him from observing you like a painting in a museum.

“See?” You said softly grabbing his hand gently like you used to do, as you softly brought it to your face and softly planted it on your cheek. “I’m real” you said with a soft smile (SILENT HILL REFERENCE!!¯\_(ツ)_/¯)

Depending on where you are he’s quick to whisk you away to somewhere secluded.

Despite the questions on his mind all he can do is silently stare at you taking in ever detail, even if some changes here and there, you were still you. The you that he missed so desperately for all too long.

Even if not one for physical affection he’s quick with holding you, scared of you being taken from him again, taking in all he can.

Your so much more precious then he leads on, and he’ll be damned to second hell if he loses you again.

In the period of first meeting you again he is keen on keeping an eye one you 24/7, doesn’t matter what powers or how long you survived without him in hell. He can’t risk it, especially not now as he started accumulating enemies so quickly.

He’ll treat you like it’s your first time dating, of course in his old time-y way, but either surprising you with flowers at random times of the day, or watching you get giddy when he kisses the crown of your head.

Now that he knows, and felt the pain of losing you, every moment you have together form than on is cherished more than before. He remembers every day with you like the back of his hand, what you ate, what you said, what you wore, and more!

He know’s…he knows he’s a messed up, and vail man. He understands the gruesome things he’s done with little to no regret. But if he did in somehow and some way do good, something good to earn you back in his afterlife man is he greatful for it.

Some nights he does just stare at you. He’s scared, he will never show it but he is. If he loses you again, for eternity, he’s not sure what’d he do with himself. And that, the fact you weight so heavily on him is the second scariest thing, first being losing you.

Over all, he’s taken aback having you back, but he gets use to it very quickly, your soft comforting touches and your voice that brings back a flood of memories is something he will never forget nor let ago, he isn’t losing you this time, and he’ll do anything to make sure of that.

ꕥ☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼☼ꕥ

WOW THAT WAS LONG, I LOVED WRITING IT THOUGH OH MY GOSH I LOVED THIS IDEA, PLEASE REQUEST AGAIN!!! \(^ヮ^)/

[milessluvr]

ʚ THANK U TO MY MANZ ! ɞ

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#pairings꒱; miles morales x female black!reader

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#warnings꒱; use of the n word making out pure fluff

₍🫀₎ ..⃗. ꒰#a/n꒱; tysm for 100 followers bro I might do a lil celebration I also apologize for being so short I lost ideas 🤍.

y’all remember when I said miles is tender headed? I meant it

like he really won’t sit still because he saids he’s ass gets uncomfortable 😭🙏🏾

“nigga if you keep movin’ yo head ima pop you this comb.”

would definitely beat any guys ass that flirts with you

also trusts you to do his hair if his mom can't do it

wraps his arm around your waist when he's feelin a lil jealous

uses Spanish nicknames like “ma, mami ,mamas , mi Cleo”

if y’all do face masks he’s going with purple since well yk😭.

shared Apple Music playlist with you in class or when your bored

watches AMP Kubz scouts Cory berleezy etc etc

really hates when u call him pookie bear or some shit like that (nah he loves it 😈😈)

@ entox 2023 don’t copy or steal any of my work.

[old-fandom]

For those wondering, no, I have no read the Book of Bill yet even though I have both versions on my shelf. So, I'm going off of what I know from other people but it shouldn't be that big of an issue for the scene I'm trying to write. Anyway.

__________

Stancest on the Stan o' War II, fully in a domestic relationship. One night before dinner, they get a knock on the door. Who could it be? The god damn Axolotl. He's like, "Hey listen, your archnemesis never actually died and has actually been going through therapy this whole time. I was wondering if I could put him down here for the night so that he can confront some of his lingering feelings that you, Stanford, may still be into him. Maybe some him what real love looks like?" And before he can tell that pink bastard fuck no, he leaves, and the Stans are stuck with a depowered Bill, unable to harm them on any plane.

They're obviously pissed. Ford and Stan tie him up and plop him in a chair across from their dinner table. Bill is being his usual self, maybe a little more obnoxious and angry, but with no real powers, it means nothing. And Ford is incredibly irritated by this because not only has the one being who has ruined not only his life but the life of his family, his brother, and the people of Gravity Falls on his ship, but it ruins his plans of having hankey panky with Stan.

But then he remembers that the Axolotl asked him to show Bill how he has moved on from him and if he can show that he has, he might move on from Ford. So after dinner, with lots of bickering back and forth, Ford cups Stans face softly and kisses him tendering, thanking him for a wonderful dinner. While they are normally affectionate people to one another now, Ford amps it up, draping himself on top of Stan and holding him close and peppering his face with kisses, and thanking him over and over again for dinner and how he always taking care of him and how grateful he is for him and how much he loves him. Stan ends up being super bashful from it, never fully used to such praise, and especially not in front of company.

Company who is trying everything in the book to grab Ford's attention. Insults, threats, yelling, singing, horrific prophecies to come, embarrassing moments from their time together. Ford's not listening. He decides he's going to go through with his plans after all and really show Bill just how much happier he is without him. Stan slowly gets the picture after Ford wouldn't keep his hands off of him while doing the dishes and instead pushing him up against the fridge to kiss.

They later take it to the bedroom, where they place Bill on a chair. Their bathroom is connected, and Ford wants to shower before they have sex. So, out of view but with the door open, Bill is forced to watch as clothes fly out of the bathroom, the two men giggling and kissing, and eventually getting in the shower. Bill is yelling, talking to himself, firing back insult and injury as he hears them moan in the shower. Finally they come out, naked and clean. Bill, more than ever from being ignored, is fuming. They should be HIM making moan, making him blush, making him feel good. NOT STAN!

Bill is forced to watch as Stan makes love to Ford on their bed. Stan's putting in the work to make this feel good for him, and making it last as long as he can try. Bill starts threatening Stan with bodily harm if he doesn't stop, if he doesn't let him touch Ford, then he begins to beg then whine then finally fall silent. The night ends with them both getting off, and Stan putting Bill, still tied to the chair, outside on the main deck. Stan can't help but tease Bill before leaving him. The next morning, the Axolotl comes to take him away, and Ford is graciously and wickedly happy for doing that last night.

Is this cuck!Bill with Stancest? Yes. Why? Because I hate that yellow triangle son of a bitch and I wanna torture him.

[skys-archive]

I'm sick right now and was recently diagnosed with amps and a symptom that I realized was a part of that was just, anything touching me hurting? Like any kind of pressure always feels tender pretty much on my whole body.

But I'm sick. So instead of hurting a little with pressure it's like everything and anything touching me feels awful. Even just clothes brushing on me ir laying in bed.

Ahfbdbdj I hate being sick

[usedkarma]

🖤Only the Freaks Fall Like This I Part 13

Series Masterlist

Previous Part Here I Next Part Here

pairing: eddie munson x fem!reader 🖤 Content Warning/Disclaimer : 📼 Mild language, smoldering tension, sarcastic banter, counter-dancing, Eddie Munson being dangerously charming. 💋

Part 13: For the Girl Who Dances When No One’s Watching

Eddie Munson had already told the guys:

“Don’t wait up for Hellfire tonight.”

He’d said it with a shit-eating grin that made Gareth groan and Dustin suspicious. “Why?” “Plans.” “What kind of plans—?” “Important ones.”

The kind that involve mixtapes, wildflowers, and a girl with a French accent who dances like the world doesn’t own her.

Back at the trailer.He slammed the door shut behind him, exhaled like he’d just escaped a boss fight, and dropped his keys.

Game face off. Time to prepare.

1. The Mixtape — “For the Girl Who Dances When No One’s Watching”

He spread cassettes across his mattress. Half were unlabeled, duct-taped, or stolen from Wayne. The rest? A wreck of scribbled titles and songs he could barely remember recording.

Side A: his heart. Judas Priest. Iron Maiden. A deep cut from Dio. But he slipped in a few curveballs—Tesla’s “Love Song,” a soft track from Skid Row, something tender to throw you off guard.

Side B: his soul—and his stupidity. A Weird Al parody. A D&D punk song he’d recorded in his bedroom with his amp buzzing in the background. The chorus was dumb. It slapped.

He recorded a message at the beginning:

“Okay, hey. So... if you hate this, pretend it’s not from me. But if you like it? Cool. There’s more where that came from. Also... don’t rewind Side B too much. It’s old. It’s kind of cursed.”

He wrapped the tape in a scrap from his D&D notebook. Inside? A doodle — messy lines, rough ink, but unmistakably you, mid-spin in the video store, hair flying, eyes alive.

He almost tore it up. Then didn’t.

2. The Necklace — A Ring on a Chain

He took one of his silver rings — the skull one, all beat up from years of guitar and fist-pounding rage — and strung it onto a chain he found tangled in a sock drawer.

It was imperfect. Which meant it was perfect.

He set it down next to the mixtape. Paused. Was this too much?

Fuck it. He was all in.

3. The Wildflower Crown

He sat on the hood of his van, legs dangling, fingers working clumsily with bits of wire and string. The wildflowers were stolen from a patch near the railroad. It looked cooler in his head.

But it held. Kinda. Janky. Lopsided.

He would offer it with full drama:

“Your majesty, I bring you this crown of weeds. Accept, or perish.”

4. The Van — Cleaned. Like, Actually Cleaned.

He vacuumed the back. Tossed out every can. Sprayed pine-scented air freshener until he sneezed himself half-blind.

Blanket laid out in the back. Tupperware of peanut butter sandwiches. Thermos of cherry Kool-Aid. Peanut M&Ms in a cupholder. Simple. Real. Every inch of it him.

He took a step back, hands on hips.

“Damn, Munson,” he muttered. “You’re setting the bar.”

7 PM.

He stood at your door — rings clinking, boots scuffed, grinning like he wasn’t a walking heart attack inside.

When you opened it, he didn’t say anything right away.

Instead, he held out the mixtape and the necklace, eyes softer than he meant to let them be.

“This is... yours. The tape. And, uh... this. The ring. Wear it or don’t. I won’t cry.” He paused, then added: “Much.”

Before you could answer, he dramatically tossed the flower crown onto your head and dropped into a deep, theatrical bow, hand over his heart.

“My lady of the late-night dance aisle... are you ready for your royal feast?”

You laughed, eyes shining.

“Why, good sir,” you said with a dramatic curtsy, “I am absolutely ready for this royal feast. Lead the way to the chariot, my noble knight.”

He grinned wide, loving every second of this.

Offered his arm.

“Your chariot awaits, m’lady.”

The Van.

He opened the door with a flourish.

“Watch your step, princess. This is the finest mode of transportation this humble knight can offer.”

“Thank you kindly,” you replied, grinning like a fool. Already imagining what your first kiss might feel like. And honestly? This already felt perfect.

Eddie watched you climb in, heart hammering.

The flower crown was tilted slightly. You didn’t fix it. He loved that.

As he closed the door and walked around to the driver’s side, he muttered:

“Goddamn. So fucking pretty.”

He started the engine, fingers tapping the wheel. Stole glances.

“You look awfully damn happy for someone riding in a piece of rust.”

“I like the noble steed,” you said. “But I’m more happy with the company.”

His throat tightened.

Fuck. You were going to destroy him.“Damn, princess,” he whispered. “You keep that up and I will blush.”

[jesusislord3333]

““But I say to you who hear [Me and pay attention to My words]: Love [that is, unselfishly seek the best or higher good for] your enemies, [make it a practice to] do good to those who hate you, bless and show kindness to those who curse you, pray for those who mistreat you. Whoever strikes you on the cheek, offer him the other one also [simply ignore insignificant insults or losses and do not bother to retaliate—maintain your dignity]. Whoever takes away your coat, do not withhold your shirt from him either. [Matt 5:39-42] Give to everyone who asks of you. Whoever takes away what is yours, do not demand it back. Treat others the same way you want them to treat you. If you [only] love those who love you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners love those who love them. If you do good to those who do good to you, what credit is that to you? For even sinners do the same. If you lend [money] to those from whom you expect to receive [it back], what credit is that to you? Even sinners lend to sinners expecting to receive back the same amount. But love [that is, unselfishly seek the best or higher good for] your enemies, and do good, and lend, expecting nothing in return; for your reward will be great (rich, abundant), and you will be sons of the Most High; because He Himself is kind and gracious and good to the ungrateful and the wicked. Be merciful (responsive, compassionate, tender) just as your [heavenly] Father is merciful. “ Do not judge [others self-righteously], and you will not be judged; do not condemn [others when you are guilty and unrepentant], and you will not be condemned [for your hypocrisy]; pardon [others when they truly repent and change], and you will be pardoned [when you truly repent and change]. [Matt 7:1-5] Give, and it will be given to you. They will pour into your lap a good measure—pressed down, shaken together, and running over [with no space left for more]. For with the standard of measurement you use [when you do good to others], it will be measured to you in return.””

‭‭Luke‬ ‭6‬:‭27‬-‭38‬ ‭AMP‬‬

https://bible.com/bible/1588/luk.6.27-38.AMP

[gatekeeper-watchman]

Devotionals for Daily May 25, 2024

Proverbs: God's Wisdom for Daily Living

Devotional Scripture:

Proverbs 17:4-5(KJV): 4 A wicked doer giveth heed to false lips, and a liar giveth ear to a naughty tongue. 5 Whoso mocketh the poor reproacheth his Maker: he who is glad at calamities shall not be unpunished. Proverbs 17:4-5(Amp): 4 An evildoer heeds wicked lips, and a liar listens to a mischievous tongue. 5 Whoever mocks the poor reproaches his Maker, and he who is glad at calamity shall not be held innocent or go unpunished.

Thought for the Day

Verse 4 - God hates all sin, but we saw in Proverbs 6:16-19 that there are seven sins which God particularly hates, and lying is one of them. Giving an ear to a known liar is just as bad as telling a lie. At times, we are all exposed to lies without knowing it, but most people's attitudes reveal whether their words should be trusted or not. Haughty, critical, and demeaning people cannot be trusted to speak without bias. Those with the habit of spreading gossip and trying to get people to side with them against others must also be avoided. Such people are not content to do mischief themselves, but they try to enlist others to join them. We certainly must not encourage such people by listening to them.

Verse 5 - God hates pride, which leads us to despise anyone who (in comparison to ourselves) is "poor" in talent, intelligence, looks, spirituality, or skills - in addition to those who are economically poor. He is interested in every soul. He loves the poor and desires that we love them, too. We are all poor before Him! Expressing His love to others in practical ways opens a door through which we might lead them to salvation.

As Christians, we have been commissioned not only to preach the gospel to the poor but teach them laws that govern the affairs of life. People are destroyed through lack of knowledge. "My people are destroyed for lack of knowledge: because thou hast rejected knowledge, I will also reject thee, that thou shalt be no priest to me: seeing thou hast forgotten the law of thy God, I will also forget thy children" (Hosea 4:6). Only the knowledge and application of God's Word can overcome our problems. The poor need this knowledge. The Bible is not only filled with the spiritual principles of life but also wisdom in the area of physical laws. Some of the subjects that are covered in the Bible are nutrition, sanitation, land conservation, animal husbandry, ecology, social etiquette, government administration, and family structure. This is just a partial list since the Bible has much to say on many subjects. When we seek God's answers to any problem, we can find something that the Bible has to say about it.

We should never be glad when calamity occurs, not even the destruction of the wicked. We can be glad when justice is done, but if we have God's heart, we will be saddened that the wicked did not repent. "Say unto them, As I live, saith the LORD GOD, I have no pleasure in the death of the wicked; but that the wicked turn from his way and live: turn ye, turn ye from your evil ways; for why will ye die, O house of Israel?" (Ezekiel 33:11).

Prayer Devotional for the Day

Dear heavenly Father, thank you for Your love toward me. Lord, I ask You to place in me the same kind of love You have for the lost and the poor. I pray for the lost and ask You to work in the hearts of those who are seeking for You, yet are looking in the wrong places. Father, I need a tender and understanding heart toward the poor. May I be sensitive to Your leading so that I know where I should give so that the poor are helped in the right way? Lord, thank you for blessing me so that I can bless others. I ask this in the precious name of Jesus. Amen. From: Steven P. Miller@ParkermillerQ,  gatekeeperwatchman.org Founder of Gatekeeper-Watchman International Groups, Friday, May 24, 2024, Jacksonville, Florida., USA. ��X ... @ParkermillerQ, #GWIG, #GWIN, #GWINGO, #Ephraim1, #IAM, #Sparkermiller, #Eldermiller1981, GROUP: https://www.facebook.com/groups/Sparkermiller.JAX.FL.USA

[prose-for-hire]

lowkey incompatible words but could you do Angelus + affection please?

A/n: I do actually enjoy writing Angelus and I tried my very best to aim for affection lol !!

Warning for blood and killing mention and Angelus stuff, vamp reader, thanks for this love I enjoyed it !! 💖

Love and honour were hellish words to him. Tenderness was weakness in his eyes. He hated Spike and Drusilla’s affection because it was a distraction. He had plans, big plans and they managed to get their feelings involved and mess it all up.

But when he found you it was impossible to stay away. He had found his own distraction, his own weakness. You drove him crazy, he hated you because he wanted you more than anything on Earth. He needed you, his mind thinking only of you.

You were his favourite obsession. His perfect weakness. He craved you the way he craved blood. The way he craved destruction and all evil deeds.

You were already sired and as bad as they come, looking to find yourself something exciting to fill your eternity with on the Hellmouth. And boy did you find it, just… not quite in the way you expected.

Angelus was cruel and there was a certain art to his brutality. You had never seen anyone (undead included) that took such pleasure from killing so indiscriminately. He drew you in, the danger excited you.

What you didn’t bank on was a need for connection within. A loyalty that somehow extended beyond himself. Only for you.

It twisted him up inside. Liking you was wrong to him but it made him want to do it more. After trying every mortal sin he only had his own nature left to explore.

He turned hot and cold with you when he caught himself softening, his anger at you for making him this way burned like fire. It hurt, but God did he make up for it with his affection.

He doted, he truly did. He kept you by his side always. He took you out anywhere you wanted to eat, you got your pick of the very best and freshest blood Sunnydale had to offer. He tortured anyone that tried to get close to you and he protected you in every way he could from the Slayer.

He killed for you. He went against his very nature for you. And it would only ever be you.

One night, you stayed in bed the entire time, feeding only on leftovers when he was usually so amped to kill fresh each night. His arm lazily around your shoulder as he pulled you close. He pressed kisses against your jaw and your neck, nipping and grazing against what had once been your pulse point.

“Nights like these, I feel for you”

He whispered against your skin, a sudden rough grasp at your limbs at what had tumbled from his mouth. You acted as if you hadn’t heard and he allowed himself to feel again.

He pressed kisses that would have been pure from any other mouth into your bare skin, a poison that you would never need an antidote for settled where your soul had been. It would only be filled by him.

You were his best distraction. The only one that he allowed his possession turn to affection.

[segretecose]

[if you have other favorites add them in the tags]

[vox-monstera]

Sliding in cos I'm curious (and apologies if you've already spoken about her anywhere) but could you share more about lil Tallulah Pax Ward 🥺 I'd love to know more about Vox & River's future baby <3

😭💕

Thank you for this ask @themightiestpotato! Where do I even start?!

I guess I’ll do a sort of character sheet???

Name: Tallulah Pax Ward

While Vox was pregnant, she read a book in which the protagonist was named Tallulah. She’d never heard the name before but thought it unique, and not long after found out it means “leaping waters”; it felt like it was meant to be. It was River who decided on the name Pax. It means "peace", and he liked that it had a similar look to Vox’s name.

Nicknames: Talli; Lulita

Vox was calling Tallulah ‘Talli’ since she was in the womb, and it quickly stuck for River as well. Most people call her Talli, though Mamá Welles calls her Lulita, which Tallulah really likes.

Age: Five years old

This is as of my current canon, though I hope to one day flesh out her own story growing up in Night City.

Appearance: Takes after dad…

Those Ward genes are strong. She’s the spitting image of her father; tender dark brown eyes, aquiline nose, high cheekbones. Her skin tone is closer to mom’s, though she’s just a couple shades lighter, and she also has Vox’s wild, dark curls. It’s been said that she’s tall for her age, so it seems like she may have also inherited her father’s height.

Personality: A handful!

Wicked smart, with a knack for netrunning just like Vox and Amp. She’s also crazy observant and witty, which she gets from River, so she can definitely hold her own in conversations; adults find this charming and Tallulah hates that. She wants to be taken seriously, even at five. More than anything, she likes adventure and using her hands, and it seems like she never runs out of energy. She spends a lot of time gardening with River or learning how to cook from him; she particularly likes baking. Vox and Talli go out to Rocky Ridge together to “explore”, as Talli likes to call it, and they always bring the family cat, Luna.

Other: Little fun facts

Has a thing for elephants, so Vox and River buy her a lot of elephant plushies and she now has a small collection. She’s also bilingual, like Vox, and is learning how to play guitar from Randy.

[checkoutmybookshelf]

The Cassidy Brothers

CE Murphy is a favorite on this blog, to the point that I, a strict physical book reader, was so amped for this new book that I caved and bought the e-book (with the intention to also purchase a physical copy when those come out, because we must have standards and frankly reading on the Kindle app on any device is a goddamn nightmare and I hate it). Then I was so caught up in the exploits of the Cassidy Brothers that I inhaled this book between tasks for a wedding I was helping to throw. Let's talk Through the Fire.

This book is NOT Supernatural fanfic. Anybody on the internet saying that a) doesn't know what they're talking about, b) doesn't understand how copyright and publishing laws work, and c) needs to stop saying that. Plus, I tried for years to like Supernatural (Dean Winchester is very pretty to look at) and never managed to do it. Through the Fire had me at hello.

What this book IS is an exploration of Chris and Nick Cassidy as they come back together after a three-year estrangement to "bury" their father. Their dad made a living as a bounty hunter for both common criminals and grendels (I could define this for you, but I won't. Read the book.). Chris was pulled into the family business and into raising his younger brother after their mother's death. Then emotions get complicated when Chris so successfully raises his brother that Nick gets into college and is 3/4 of the way into med school when they have to come back together.

That's about all I'm going to give you for plot though, because--and I cannot stress this enough--I STRONGLY recommend reading this book.

I will say, however, that the sometimes cruel and sometimes tender but always deeply loving relationship between these brothers was the heart and soul of the book, and it pulled me through as a reader without my even noticing. The sheer immersion was excellent.

The other real strength of this book was the feeling of trying to be between and navigate class. Nick was raised in a family that was perpetually short of money, but in college he clearly learned fast how to pass in a more affluent world. Murphy slams those two worlds together and doesn't for a moment shy away from the fallout and emotional toll of that collision. Honestly my favorite moments were, in no particular order, a rich student saying "My parents can make it right with the school if I miss my midterms" and the exchange about painting cars properly yourself, followed by "Why don't you just take it to a shop?" The silence and cringe were PALPABLE.

Books about brothers are not new, but it's rare that I gravitate toward them. If I could yeet this book into readers' brains (the story though, not the physical book. We do not yeet physical books at people's heads.), I absolutely would, because the story of these two brothers is just that good.

[threeeyedharemp3]

The Beths ✨

The Beths are an indie band from Auckland, Aotearoa New Zealand, with three studio albums, a live album, a couple eps, and recently completed a couple international tours with many sellout shows.

And they are the fricken best NZ band currently recording, in my opinion. (by all means tell me who you think are better I might not have heard of, but consider : the Beths.)

They mainly work in the indie rock format, their earlier stuff being quite pop-punk (though the title track of Jump Rope Gazers sounds uncannily like nostalgic Taylor Swift it's a bit disconcerting). Their 2022 album Expert In A Dying Field, is mostly nicer soundwise, a bit less distorted as a whole (with the notable exception of Silence is Golden, with a searing solo and excellent high-on-the-fretboard-bass-playing), but still with the unflinchingly personal lyrics that typify Beths songs. They have extraordinarily catchy choruses, memorable tunes and a fine combination of distorted guitar and chirpy backup vocals.

Singer/songwriter/guitarist Elizabeth Stokes' songs are full of passion, tenderness, and the very real anxiety of sharing your feelings with people. They bring up real emotions and experiences, things everyone even slightly introspective and introverted and socially anxious is surely very familiar with. Her lyrics, even when bordering on Morrissey-level angst 'you wouldn't like me / if you saw what was inside me' and 'misery loves me / but I don't love her', often surprisingly dark contrasting with the cheerful tone of the melody 'I told you that I was afraid / of stating my opinions in a clear and honest way [...] some thoughts are best deleted // I don't know what I'm getting up for'. The lyrics are highly emotionally charged while still seeming completely genuine, without the melodramatics.

Producer/lead guitarist Jonathan Pearce reminds me of Lenny Kaye (or Johnny Marr, but for some reason Lenny Kaye) - the guitarist who is crucial in shaping the sound of the band, singing backup (and backing vocals are a key feature of Beths songs) and being a *presence* in the music. His solos are excellent, drawing from a wide variety of indie influences, being technically quite good, impactful without showing off or going on too long, they always suit the song very well. He seems a true musical partner, and any band that produces their own music has full respect from me. They've had a couple drummers, especially for different tours, the drumming is a bit more heavy on their first album Future Me Hates Me. There are so far not really any particular stand out basslines I can remember but the bass always has really good tone. All band members contribute vocals, which I think is really cool.

The Beths make particular use of NZ made amps like Jansen - quick NZ music history courtesy of my friends dad / band mentor - for a long time from the 60s onwards, it was cheaper to build amps here than it was to import them from the US, so there are a lot of virtually indestructible vintage amps lying around the country - and Stokes also has a really vibey looking turquoise guitar, never seen another one like it. Their music videos are also really cool, have that nice indie / low budget / *lets do random stuff in front of the camera with some props* vibe to them.

I have seen the Beths live once, which was amazing and I loved it, it was one of those gigs that makes me want to go home and practice so that I can one day be that cool. They are really heavy live, far more distorted and on the rock end of the indie spectrum. I have also been lucky enough to meet them after said show and get a cd signed, they were all really nice. I said to Elizabeth that I had learned Future Me Hates Me with my band, and she asked if it was easy or hard, and I said it just has a lot of chords (she agreed, it does have a lot of chords). Next time they do a show here I am 100% going. I hope they will have a new album out in the next couple years and continue to explore their style a bit more, and that they continue to find an international audience because they are certainly good enough to.

Lots of love to the Beths <3

[mysteriesmuse]

A/N: I don’t know what this is. It just happened in my brain, maybe I’m just tired of being single lately, but some of it is really super cute! The cheering part on stage and giggly accent thing is “mwah” *chief’s kiss* perfection of fluffy Hisirdoux things.

Over the many, many, many, many, many, many years Douxie has known you he’s come to realize several things about . . .

1. You can not do accents for the life of you. You are so, so terrible, he cringes whenever you attempt to copy his. But does that stop him from drawling out words? Hmm. No, he gets endless enjoyment from showering you in the word love over and over again as it rolls of his tongue. He may never actually word up the courage to confess it; sandwiched between a few other words, but he loves watching your noise crinkle as you move your pretty pink little lips to try and copy his. And he can’t say that watching your eyes dance across the line of sight with his lips in it, so attentively, doesn’t get him feeling some certain kind of way. He sometimes has he mind go numb as he focuses on your voice and the hazy telescope vision on your lips. . .

2. Over the course of the many years he’s never seen you have morning voice over on the few times you’ve had sleep overs. Douxie will find you, a head of messy hair popping up from over the top of the couch, see you yawn and stretch your arms, and then chrip out a “Good Morning” as soon as your done. He’s over here muttering out some ragged, ”M’rning,” And he can not? He can not fathom or process for the life of him how you do that. Every time. Every Morning. And he’s still over here muttering like some poor cat scratched up his vocal cords!

3. After the first couple of decades he learned you’re an amazing singer. Remember how you couldn’t do accents back earlier, well who cares if Y/N can whip out some gorgeous songs in different languages. Douxie can not quite remember which ones you’ve done as of yet, but he loves it when you tell him, “it’s a love song I’m working on,” for some classical concert or other nerdy choral things and just busts out part of the melody for him in the other language. He is absolutely dazzled and, oh mordraxs miracles did he forget you’re an excellent performer the expressions you’re able to create with the music is unbelievable. And sometimes when he’s watched you practicing he swears you could be in love with him or that wall the way you make goo-goo eyes at it. 4. Singing! Douxie absolutely loves trying to harmonize and sing with you! He thinks it’s incredibly romantic all at once! Little does he know you do too; nothing not to swoon about a rugged british wizard turned rockstar singing with you. Of course, Douxie is also delighted to accompany you on some songs too with his guitar or lute. You and Him both LOVE (and hate) the challenge you two set up for yourselves. Trying to write in specific different counterpoint styles and forms from begone eras past that the two of you lived through. Or, desperatly trying to write down that folk tune both of you can only half remember. . . Oh, well better grab some coffee from the kitchen, it’s gonna be a long night of figuring that out!

5. Several times in recent years and especially months (it certainly does help that the two of you are both living in Arcadia now as it’s become a much more frequent escapad) Douxie had found himself coming over to your place or you coming over to his, coincidentally, when he’s dead beat over his shifts and monster hunting duties. Now, sleeping on regular hours or a quality amount of time has never been Douxie’s forte. Those eye bags he totes are not nearly exaggerated enough in Archies eyes. But when Hisirdoux first started nodding off on the couch in your living room over a afternoon get together of tea and heard your voice gingerly singing to him. . . Oh boy did that change things. He couldn’t remember having a better nap then falling asleep to you throwing a old blanket over him and taking the warm mug out of his hands for safety. And Hisirdoux swears by Merlins Beard everytime it happens he can feeling the sensation of someone gently brushing his bangs and carding their fingers through his hair. Whatever hesitancy there is about it on your part, why-well, he will not bring it up if you’re being shy. Whatever it is, Douxie cannot help but feel his heart thump softly and his eyes slide close, as he just can’t do nothing but help falling asleep.

6. There is nothing more exciting to Douxie than being onstage, but one of the few things that amps him up onstage and off is the sound of your voice yelling out his name. Whether that be when he’s onstage and you’re yelling out his name, cheering him on from the crowd. Or when you’re both out doing Wizard-y things, such as monster hunting, and you shout out his name like a screech in the middle of a noon day. Nothing quite gets his adrenaline running quite like you calling out his name.

7. Finally, and most recently Hisirdoux has found it incredibly tender and heartbreaking all at once the way he will hear you sometimes start humming this- now familiar- tune. Him and Archie can pick up on it whenever the 3 are you are in a particularly dangerous or tense situation. But, Douxie has also heard you humming this tune with a blank and dejected face. . . He will forever remember you coming in just after closing hours, sitting beside him on one of the sofas in the bookstore humming that tune (by mordraxs mircales this is a familiar tune! Why fuzzbuckets! That’s why! She’s crying!) as fat glossy tears welled in your eyes. . . There’s hoping that he knows this tune- he’s heard you sing one too many times- before well enough as he starts humming it and singing it with you. Shoulders touching as he’s already reaching for the tissue box and gently placing in on the spot of the couch just between you guys. Hand rubbing circles on your knees as he taps out that beat to the song- it’s an incredibly old one thats been revamped for some television show in recent years, but he can still remember the original style and beat that went with it when it was still new. Who ever knew this would be your comfort song; it’s got an incredibly silly gossip story weaved in it for the lyrics, but he can’t help but crack a smile when you give a wet laugh when you both start singing them out loud together.

. . . your voice.

[mermaidsirennikita]

If Bridgerton shows A&K in doggy it would def be at a moment when they’re being non-communicative, disconnected, avoiding feelings, or otherwise tense. Which…eye roll. I agree with you though, I’d be pleased if they, without fanfare, just spliced it in during a sex montage. Where they’re just having fun and being happy — it’s very standard! I know they’d never have an extended scene in that position, but damn just briefly show Kate face down to let us know Anthony actually earned his rep as a rake (like that’s the bare minimum lmao).

How was Simon also this storied rake in S1 but apparently only did missionary? And he looked so blown away when Daphne got on top? I wonder tbh, did their uninspired sex have more to do with Daphne being so young and delicate looking and the show being wary to show a WW doing anything more ~adventurous~ with a black man?

Doing it doggy style IS the bare minimum of being a rake, lol. I hate so many rake books where the hero is supposed to be THE MOST RAKISH OF RAKES and is just like oh let me make tender love to you on a bed of roses my darling. Like. Do that. Sure. And I get that obviously most of these heroines are virgins and need to be... introduced to things. But lol, on a slightly different but consistent subject, I hated that trend of the heroine being like "oh what is this, is this your dick, should I kiss it tenderly" and the rake being like "OH GOD DON'T DO THAT NOW I'M GONNA COME RIGHT NOW IF YOU DO". Like. I get being overwhelmed by her. I love that. But let her work on it a little, dude.

I kinda disliked that they amped up Simon's rake-ness in the show--because Anthony is the real rake, for one thing, but also because it's kinda repetitive? I feel like you can have a hero be sexually experienced and good at sex without being a rake. A rake is the type of guy who will take a girl out back, finger her to orgasm, and then shake her dad's hand with a smile. (A great example of, imo, the classic romance novel rake is Ralston from Nine Rules To Break When Romancing A Rake.). Simon... isn't that. He's good in bed, he's experienced, but he's not that. Daphne may have provoked him to a Garden Moment, sure, but I think that was less rakishness and more specific attraction to Daphne.

There are so many subsets of romance heroes, and I think Simon was more of the Chilly Duke Who Must Learn To Love than the Rake. But anyway, I think the writers (and the character by extension) definitely toned the shenanigans down for the sake of emphasizing Daphne's virginity. Like, the degree of virgin that Daphne was in such a sexual setting is common in romance novels, but it was kind of new-ish for TV, and it was built up as this big part of s1's identity. Even though I really don't think you have to be having sex for long to start trying out more than missionary lol, I think they want to just hammer into everyone's heads how inexperienced she was. I don't even think Daphne knew the basic shape of a dick until she saw one on her wedding night. And yeah, I do think there could have been fetishism involved to an extent, with some ~tender white woman~ shit. Which is why they need to of course be very careful with how Kate's sexuality is portrayed this season. But I think you can portray Kate as more confident and more... interesting, in that sense, than Daphne--without it being fetishistic. It's a tightrope to walk, for sure, but I think it can be done.

[whisperlullaby]

Ukulele

Pairing: Bucky Barnes x Reader (Music shop AU)

Warnings: Talk of death (no major characters or spoilers), fluff. That’s it. Fluffy flirty Bucky because it’s what we deserve.

Word Count: 1449

Summary: You need to get a ukulele for your niece’s birthday and head right into Bucky’s music shop

A/N: 2 oneshots in one week?! Who am I? Special thanks to @river-soul​ for always amping me up and reading my stories. Forever grateful for you! If I missed any warnings let me know.

Tags: @syntheticavenger​ @quxxnxfhxll​ @immatr3x​

This was your last resort. You had to find a ukulele for your niece that wasn’t over your budget. It was astounding to you how expensive this tiny instrument was online. People were probably upselling it. You were fortunate that your friend pointed you in the direction of a local music shop that carried various instruments, records, and supplies. You don't know why you didn't think about it in the first place.

You saw the neon open sign and ran into the shop out of the pouring rain. You planned on staying for a bit until the rain let up and as you were shaking off the cool droplets you heard a low gravelly voice behind you, “Good morning, is there anything I can help you find today?”

You turned around and were met with the most handsome man you had ever seen. His clear blue eyes had you wishing the rain clouds would go away so you could compare them to the sky. He was wearing a tight white shirt, black jeans, and a black leather jacket. His hair was pushed back into a bun and you could just imagine running your fingers through his long hair.

You shook off your shock like the rain and cleared your suddenly dry throat, “I’m just browsing for now, but thank you.” Hoping that your non-committal answer would allow him to let you stay in the shop long enough for the rain to stop.

“No problem, I'm Bucky if you have any questions I’ll be right over here.” He went back behind the counter and started strumming a guitar. The melody was so soothing you almost forgot why you had come to the store in the first place.

“Hey what are you playing?” You wondered from across the empty store.

“Just a song I’m working on. If it’s bothering you I can stop for a bit. I shouldn’t be playing music during business hours anyway but the owner lets me get away with it.” He threw you a sly smirk.

You let out a breathy laugh, “No you don't have to stop, it sounds really beautiful. The owner sounds like a pretty great guy letting you practice during business hours. Is he around often? Or does he stay home on rainy days.”  

Bucky smiled at you, “I was making a joke dove, apparently a pretty bad one. I’m actually the owner.”

You slapped your forehead and flushed red. You were an idiot, your friend told you the owner Bucky was really helpful. Which is why she had suggested it in the first place. 

“Oh my god I’m an idiot I knew you were the owner. I’m so sorry, my name is Y/N” You sighed, “actually if you could help me I am looking for a ukulele for my niece. It’s her birthday tomorrow and everything I found online was either too expensive or too cheap.”

Bucky set down his guitar, “Follow me. We don’t get a lot of ukulele requests so I keep that stock in the back.” You moved to follow Bucky to the back stockroom. 

As you entered the back room Bucky held out his hand. “It’s a bit tight back here so you’ll have to follow close. I would hate for you to trip over something and get hurt.”

You grabbed Bucky’s hand as he led you through the cramped stockroom with ease. You could feel yourself getting heated the longer you held his hand and prayed to every single deity you could think of that he did not notice your palm begin to sweat. 

“So how old is your niece going to be?” Bucky stopped at a section of shelving that contained several different boxes.

“She’s going to be 12. After her dad died last year and all she wanted to do was play music. She says it makes her feel like he’s still around. He was a high school band teacher and loved his string instruments. It’s been really hard on her and my sister is doing her best to make sure she honors his memory.” You paused and looked at Bucky. He was staring at you with such sorrow. “Oh my gosh I am so sorry I just completely overshared didn’t I? I didn’t mean to make you feel uncomfortable.”

Bucky let out a long sigh looking down. “Don’t worry about it Y/N. It’s kind of a similar reason why I got into music. Why I opened this shop. Growing up my house was always filled with different music, every morning my mom would put on a record and then play along on her piano. All different types of music too.” Bucky paused and looked back at you “When she passed away 5 years ago it was like all music just lost it’s meaning. It took about a year before I picked up a guitar again and I still have a hard time looking at a piano, but when I did I remembered that music is what made me feel the happiest. I feel my ma around me when I’m strumming along to a song. I opened up this music shop to honor her too.”

Bucky shrugged off the jacket he was wearing and showed you the sleeve of tattoos running up his left arm. Black and white piano keys surrounded by blue, purple, orange, and red music notes and frets. 

“I got this to remind myself that music is a part of who I am.” You reached out to touch the inked skin and traced the piano keys up his bicep. It was so beautiful you hadn’t realized how close you had gotten to him until you looked up and his face completely filled your vision.

You cleared your throat and stepped back only to collide with another shelf causing Bucky to cage you into the shelf while boxes of guitar strings fell to the ground around you.

 “I am so sorry I am such a clutz.” You were whispering having lost your voice at the proximity of Bucky once again. 

“It’s okay dove, are you hurt? Nothing hit you right?” Bucky was concerned, his hands rested on your hips as he looked you over. You were sure he could hear your heart drumming in your chest. The rain outside was beating on the roof in perfect harmony, and the soft sounds of the air conditioner seemed to play on key. A beautiful symphony.

 After he was content you weren’t hurt, his eyes met yours before briefly looking at your lips. Your tongue darted out to swipe your bottom lip unconsciously. Bucky’s hands tightened at your waist as he leaned in and met your mouth with his. The kiss was soft and tender. When he pulled away, Bucky smiled and let go of your hips.

 “We should probably get you that ukulele.” He shrugged back on his jacket and pulled down a box. He opened it to show you the beautiful teal ukulele with orange and yellow painted flowers.

“Bucky this is perfect! How much?” Bucky ignored your question and started leading you from the stockroom back to the front of the store. He led you through the door with a hand at the small of your back all the way to the cash register.

“Let’s see, so normally this ukulele runs around $250.” Your face dropped, that was way too expensive for you, but Bucky continued. “But when you apply the birthday discount, the amazing kisser discount, and the going on a date with the owner discount. It comes out to $75.” Bucky smiled devilishly at you.

You crossed your arms and threw him a coy smile. “Going on a date with the owner you say? I don’t remember that conversation happening.” 

You tapped your forefinger on your chin like a metronome. “Even still don’t you think that’s a pretty steep discount? You’ll be losing money.”

“Well, maybe you’re right, but I am the owner so I guess I can sell the merchandise how I see fit. We could talk about it over dinner tonight?” Bucky mused.

You took your bottom lip in between your teeth thinking about his request.

 “Well lucky for you the only thing I had planned for today was getting my niece the perfect birthday present.” You reached into your bag for the cash to pay for the gift and a business card with your personal number on it. “Text me with the details and I’ll meet you there.” 

Bucky handed you the box and took your business card. As you left his shop, the pouring rain now a light drizzle, he picked up his guitar and started strumming the beginning of a new song he hoped you would like.