#as hozier said: honey don't feed it it will come back

[localclownbaby]

"I'm yours to command. to use. to keep. just keep me. just let me stay"

[cxttlefishcxller]

.........oh

Lucky 13, unlucky 13. No matter your superstitions, what is the 13th song on your spotify wrapped? 

[lastofthemadones]

Long Live Evil has me by the throat and I made a Key playlist

(I don't have a spotify account so it's on Youtube Music don't hate me) find it here

Take Me to Church - Hozier

Take me to church, I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies, I'll tell you my sins so you can sharpen your knife

2. I Love You Like an Alcoholic - The Taxpayers

One last kiss, I love you like an alcoholic, One last kiss, I love you like a statuette, One last kiss, I need you like I need a broken leg

3. Oceanographer's Choice - The Mountain Goats

Look at that, Would you look at that, We're throwing off sparks, What will I do when I don't have you, To hold onto in the dark?

4. Howl - Florence + The Machine

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, Be careful of the curse that falls on young lovers, Starts so soft and sweet and turns them to hunters

5. From Eden - Hozier

Honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago, Idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword, Innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know, I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door

6. Bad Things - Jace Everett

I don't know what you've done to me, But I know this much is true, I wanna do bad things with you

7. It Will Come Back - Hozier

Don't let me in with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me, Honey, don't feed me, I will come back, It can't be unlearned, I've known the warmth of your doorways, Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

8. Pumped Up Kicks - Foster The People

All the other kids with the pumped up kicks, You better run, better run outrun my gun

9. Hurt - Johnny Cash

Everyone I know goes away, In the end, And you could have it all, My empire of dirt, I will let you down, I will make you hurt

10. We Will Commit Wolf Murder - of Montreal

Something's terrorized my psyche to get even, Lately, you're the only human I believe in

11. Get Busy Living Or Get Busy Dying (Do Your Part To Save The Scene And Stop Going To Shows) - Fall Out Boy

I used to obsess over living, Now I only obsess over you

12. Fever - Magpie Cinema Club

Romeo loved Juliet, Juliet she felt the same, but when she put her arms around him, He said, "Julie baby you're to blame, Thou giveth fever"

13. Seven Devils - Florence + The Machine

See, I was dead when I woke up this morning, I'll be dead before the day is done, Before the day is done, And now all your love will be exorcised, And we will find you saying it's to be better now

14. Dust Bowl Dance - Mumford & Sons

There will come a time I will look in your eye, You will pray to the God that you always denied, Then I'll go out back, and I'll get my gun, I'll say, "You haven't met me, I am the only son"

15. Monster - Ron Pope

Make me a monster, Make me a beast, Prey on my weakness, Become my disease, I've been lovesick and empty, Cold and I'm trembling

16. Dirty Little Animals - Bones UK

It makes your blood run hot, It makes your spit taste sweet, It makes you feel more alive, Than you have ever been

[slightlyhozy]

“Through the Cold, I’ll Find my Way Back to You” || Chapter One - “Honey, Don’t Feed it, it Will Come Back.”

Characters - Púca! Andrew Hozier-Byrne x Original Female Character

Summary - Maisie Quinn, after inheriting a home in Ireland from her late grandmother, slowly learns a dark past about the land in which it was built on.

Word Count - 2,184

Warnings - Nothing for this chapter other than light animal death!

A/N - SO EXCITED FOR THIS!! I will try to be consistent and write interesting chapters, we will get a real introduction to Andrew in the next chapter, I just wanted to introduce Maisie first and the setting. Please leave thoughts!

If you don’t know, a púca is a monster across European mythology that tends to be a shapeshifter, commonly taking form as a horse, goat, dog, cat, ect. They also take forms of humans which tend to have animalistic traits. They are known to play tricks on humans but never truly harm them. There’s a lot on them, so if you’re interested, I recommend looking into it. I am pretty consistent with the traditional idea of them but I will add my own elements as well. I will also explain any important information or facts if I feel is needed, feel free to ask as well!

“What’re you doing now?” I can hear Elsie snacking on carrots through the phone.

I sigh, hauling another box off of another, using my earbuds, we had been able to call all day despite the time difference. “Right now,” I grunt, setting the box on the ground, moving to search for my box cutter. “I am unpacking everything for the studio…” The room in question was a beautiful conservatory with beautiful glass windows curving upward. Outside, bushes with thorns and small berries could be seen, desperately in need of a trim.

“How different is it over there? I mean, you must’ve noticed something by now.”

“Well,” I huff, stepping back to appreciate the natural light coming into the room. “I live 40 minutes from Wicklow, which is nice…But I do miss the city already; it feels all so stretched out now.” It was terribly ironic of me to complain about Europe being big in comparison to America, but after being raised in downtown Seattle all my life, to be thrown into a village where I have to drive to get my groceries was different.

“We miss you.” Elsie pouted. “Who’s going to bring disgusting vegan dishes to every game night?”

I let out a laugh straight from my chest. “Sorry, babe, you just need to find another pretentious vegetarian then.”

Carefully, I pulled out my easels and canvases I hadn’t used yet. The room was mostly boxes, with only two work benches being built and a random spinny chair thrown out. Making this house look like the ones on Pinterest was going to be a process.

“Say, are you and Lydia going to be able to make up here for Christmas?" I ask, fighting the wooden easel to unfold.

I can hear her hiss, disappointment sinking in. “I… I don’t know, May…It’s just…busy right now. You know, if we can’t this time, we just will come up for our anniversary! We’ve always wanted to go to Ireland.”

“Oh, that’s alright.” My voice came out a bit more upset than I hoped, and I could feel the burning in my eyes, a small sniffle escaping me.

“Maisie..” Elsie said sweetly, making me butt in immediately.

“No! No, it’s ok. I get it. You two are working…married, busy, have all your friends there, it’s fine.” I hated how I reacted—so reminiscent of a child, I didn’t even notice the tears on my face.

“Maisie, I…” She paused, seemingly looking for the right words. “It’s going to be hard for a while, ok? But you’ll make lots of friends! And we will still talk every day, ok? Don't feel bad because you’re upset; it’s okay to be upset.”

“I know, thank you.”

I had moved from Seattle to New Castle, County Wicklow, a few weeks ago. A year before that, my grandma had died, who, other than Elsie, had been my best friend. The loss still hurt, but hopefully something good was coming out of it. In her will, I was left to this beautiful property near Greystones. The house itself was pretty humble but charming and well kept. The garden was very large yet outgrown. After living in the hustle and bustle of a city like Seattle, I needed this, something different, it was like she knew.

My grandma inherited the house from her grandmother, who’s grandmother owned the home before the "famine." My Irish family had left Ireland some time in the 1840s to New York, where we eventually found ourselves in Washington. Thinking back on how hard it had to have been to just be Irish in either country made me a bit proud to find myself back at this house, just like how the women before me wanted.

While modest, the home was well built and was a good distance from the beach, which I had been utilizing for walking Lenny. Since the 80s, our richer part of the family had used it for a vacation home, but as my grandmother got older, the only thing she made sure of the home was keeping it clean, despite the fact it was empty now.

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A while later, still unpacking, now in the kitchen, Lenny began doing circles around the kitchen, licking at my leg. “Shit, you’re out of dog food.” I whispered to myself, leaning down to pat his head. Now that I had actual utensils, pots, and dishes, I could finally move on from adapting to their version of Chinese takeout and cook myself a proper meal.

At the grocery store, I spent a lengthy time deciding which shape of pasta was the most appealing.

In my pasta-induced haze, a voice broke me out of it. “Gosh, you look just like her, all grown up.” I turn my head to see an older woman, around 70 or so, smiling up at me.

“Oh, did you…”

“Know Evelyn? Of course, I met you when you were just a wain.” Heat rose to my cheeks, It was always embarrassing to meet someone who knew you from your family in public. All I could think about was getting out of it. “I saw your…pictures on Facebook, and I mean, it was identical until…”

My hand instinctively went up to my head. “Oh? My hair? Yeah, uh, I mean, at least it’s going to a good place.” A few months ago, I had completely cut off the long hair I had growing down near my waist into a pixie cut; liking how it’s growing out, I plan to keep it.

“Such a shame what happened.” The older woman shook her head. “She was a good woman, ye grandmother.”

Awkwardly, I nodded along.

“Nice to see the property put to use, I hope the stories don’t get to you though.” That caught my attention.

“Stories?”

“Oh? You don’t know? There’s a saying that hundreds of years ago, when your family bought the land, it belonged to a monster…called a púca…Something about it torments the humans who lived on the land in an attempt to scare them off.” A small giggle escaped me; I was no stranger to legends and myths.

“It’s all coincidences though; lots of dead animals are found near the property; I’ve never heard of any real trouble happening.” She smiled sweetly. “God is on your side.” Obviously, being a devote atheist for over 10 years, I had no real fear of any monsters.

“Oh!” The woman beamed, reaching into her purse for a pen and notepad. “Here’s my number if you need anything, love, just a call away.” I watched as her shaky hands scribbled down her home phone, pressing it into my hands. Mary.

“Thank you, Mary; I’ll be sure to get in touch.” I smile as we part, my mind drifting back to the word. Púca… It sounded like puta. I stifled back a laugh.

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Later that night, while Lenny was eating out of his dog bowl in the kitchen, I guarded my large bowl of pasta on the makeshift pillow-blanket couch I had crafted for myself. I sighed softly, checking my phone every minute in case someone wanted to ask me how I was or send me a funny video. Instead, I sat alone in the room, rewatching episodes of Gilmore Girls until there was nothing left in my bowl.

As I washed out my bowl, laying it on the rack, Lenny ran around my legs with a toy, eagerly waiting for me to throw it across the house for him. I smiled fondly down at my boy, the only thing keeping me from losing my mind. “Hey boy, want me to throw it?” I cooed at him, kneeling down to his level, excited by my tone. He wagged his tail and did circles, coming back to me with the small rope. Taking it, I tossed it across the floor, enjoying his nails scraping the tiles as he ran towards it, prompting returning it.

After a few rounds of this, a scratch on the door caught my attention, causing my brow to raise and my anxiety to heighten. It’s fine. I thought to myself, tossing the toy again, watching him retrieve it. It could be anything. Anything? Like a…no. Stop. Wiping my face, I waited for Lenny to come back. As he trotted to me, the scratching was louder, more aggressive.

Setting him off, the small retriever began to bark at the door, his little body jumping back each time. Shushing him, I walked to the window, looking out; there was nothing I could see. Púca. I scoffed, shaking my head; it was just my brain. I took a deep breath, opening the door slowly, unreasonably anxious about what I might see.

As I did, my leg instinctively went to barricade the door, Lenny barking at the small creature in front of me. I didn’t know how to react to the fox in front of me; it stepped back slowly, looking at me, making sad chirp-like sounds. My brows furrowed at the sight. “Ok…” I drifted off; my initial thought was that the animal was hurt, but the way it walked around my patio indicated otherwise. Perhaps whoever took care of the house before fed it, but it hadn’t come before.

Being a natural animal lover and suck up, I close only the glass door, letting me see him still. The fox pranced around still before sitting down in front of the door, clearly with no intention of leaving. Lenny stood, his tail high on alert. “Lenny!” I called out disapprovingly as I heard his familiar low growls. In a small bowl, I scooped some of his food with a few pieces of left-over pasta on top.

Laying the bowl down, I went back inside; even if it wasn’t aggressive, I didn’t want to invade its space, even if I was guilty of interfering with nature in the first place. My eyes drifted over the animal’s fur; it was a warm brown all around, and the ears and feet were black. Under the jaw and belly of the fox, the fur was white, as was the tip of its tail. Mostly, I was looking for signs of mange—anything to indicate it was sick. On cue, it looked up; the way its green eyes flashed at me caused my face to stiffen as I saw the reflection of light in it’s eyes. I looked back; there was no light to cause the eye to shine, and as I looked back, it was gone. The house was silent except for the low growling of my dog and the crunching of the fox’s feast.

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“It was so weird!” I complained to Elsie over the phone, clutching my colorful robe, tea in the other hand.

“Maisie, usually you make amazing choices, but this was dumb.” She said it matter-of-factly.

I shake my head, pacing around the cold floor. “How? It was hungry, Elsie; what was I supposed to do? Let it starve.”

“No, you’re supposed to call the Irish Animal Control, obviously. It could have had rabies.”

“Rabies? I don’t think so.” I chuckled, so sure of myself. “It wasn’t like…foaming at the mouth or aggressive.”

“Maisie, when animals have like…early rabies or something, they act oddly tolerant to humans, was there mange? Was it dehydrated or anything?”

“No… It looked really healthy, actually. It just wanted food; no one got bit, no one got hurt. Elsie, It isn’t that big of a deal; it’s a one-time thing.”

I heard a deep, disappointed sigh escape her. “Maybe you should’ve been raised in the mountains…Look, when you feed animals, they expect that you will give them food; they’ll come back. When I was little, growing in Bend, I accidentally fed a raccoon once, and she brought generations of baby raccoons for years.”

Walking to my porch, wanting to enjoy my tea with the cool air, I open the door. “If it comes back, I just won’t feed it; I learned my lesson, ok.” My eyes immediately drifted down in front of me.

“Maisie?”

“Uh, sorry…” Carefully, I set my tea on the railing. On the concrete, I stared at a small rodent in front of me, absolutely gutted. “There is a mutilated mouse on my porch.” I said breathlessly, always hurt by any dead animals.

“Oh, see! Now it’s rewarding you!” She complained over the phone as I stayed silent.

“Do you think they’re like cats? Like, they’ll bring you dead stuff because they think you stink at hunting or something…” I wasn’t too sure what to do with the body.

“I don’t know,” Elsie said flatly. “What I do know is that you should stop feeding it; just for your and Lenny’s sake, I don’t want you calling me at 3 am because you have to get rabie shots in your ass, ok?” On my side of the phone, I nodded, immediately looking for a reason to hang up. “Oh shit, it’s already so late, ok, Maisie, I love you; I’ll call you later, ok?” Thank god. Is all I could think.

After using a poop bag to toss the animal into the outside bins, I went to pull out my laptop, pulling up my laptop and searching: What is a Púca?

[chocky-pocky]

When hozier said "i'm starvin', darlin' let me put my lips to something" but also when he said "Honey don't feed me I will come back" but also when he said "Screamin' the name, of a foreigner's god. the purest expression of grief" but also when he said "the way she tells me im hers and she's mine" but also when he said "Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh" but also when he said "I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door"

[cherrycokedup]

hiiii!! if you’re still doing the ♫+characters asks, may i ask what songs you’d pick for ♫+will from nevermore and ♫+willspero?? :0 i hope ur having a nice day :)

KISS ME ANON I'VE BEEN WAAAAAITING FOR THIS ONE!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! TAKE MY HAND IN MARRIAGE!

ahem anyways! The name of the songs are gonna be highlighted and will link to the song on spotify! + the line that most makes me think of them!

For Will:

Partner in Crime - Madilyn Mei

"You do the talking Sew up my mouth if I can't keep it closed"

Your Protector - Fleet Foxes

"You walk along the stream Your head caught in a waking dream"

Call them Brothers - Regina Spektor

"Over and over they call us their friends Can't we find something else to pretend? Like nobody's won and we're safe at the end"

Life Itself - Glass Animals

"Daddy was dumb, said that I'd be something special Brought me up tough but I was a gentle human"

For Willspero:

Mama's Boy - Dominic Fike

"Half of my heart is in your chest I'm not a mama's boy I'd go see Italy I'd go see Tuscany If you could come with me"

Cold Cold Cold - Cage the Elephant

"Doctor, can you help me 'cause something don't feel right? Something don't feel right Something just ain't right"

Not the Ghost - The Crane Wives

"Escape; we collect mistakes I will carry them home Carry them home"

It will come back - Hozier

"Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back"

(OOC but self indulgently,) Boyfriend - Dove Cameron "I don't need to tell you twice All the ways he can't suffice If I could give you some advice I would leave with me tonight"

Bonus:

this one line from Trouble by Cage the Elephant

"Everywhere I look, I catch a glimpse of you I said it was love and I did it for life I didn't do it for you"

[the-sweetest-g1rl-in-town]

When hozier said

"Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back"

I felt in on a spiritual level

[fangsup-cobrastyle]

When Hozier said, "Don't let me in with no intention to keep me / Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me / Honey, don't feed me, I will come back" 😐 felt that

[autistwizard]

when Hozier said 'Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me, Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back" that was the realest shit I've ever heard

[systastic]

if you're not too busy rn, could you do a level 2 headmate pack for a feminine kelpie? the vibes are the song "it will come back" by hozier. especially the following lyrics!

"Don't let me in with no intention to keep me

Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me

Honey, don't feed me, I will come back"

tysm!!!! :3 picrews of a humanoid form are okie. and for the more horse form, maybe some breed of draft horse?

yo. found a dope picture instead, so we went with that. plus u can buy this print and put it on ur wall (or in a system notebook). -🪻

name :: loch, nellie, nori, leith, algea*, nosoi*, strygia*, pthisis**, achlys**, oizys**, lyssa**

age :: 65 (selkies have a lifespan of about 100 to 150 years!)

pronouns :: it/its, hy/hyr, mye/myr, ðe/ðim/ðir/ðirs (ð is pronounced "th")

roles :: conceptive (swamps, deep forests), memorative, library keeper, swimmer, controller, emotenoir (takes && dampens emotions), insider (first def.), mónosmalet

species :: kelpie

gender identity :: kelecoric, swampgender, gloomgender, plantintudom, willowgender

orientation :: abrosexual, heuromantic

source :: scottish myth/fairytale

aesthetic :: gloomcore, soft macabre, strega

appearance description :: nori’s base form is that of a large draft horse that is deep green in color. dark and stringy kelp-like hair hangs limp from its mane and tail. its teeth are skeletal, some appearing more like a carnivore’s than an herbivore, and its cheeks are see-through. nellie’s eyes are hollow and glow with a pale white color when mye uses myr powers. its human form may be either male or female; admittedly, it prefers the female form more, but both are viable for use. both of its human forms look alike: a handsome, attractive figure with sultry details to entice humans into coming closer. thin dark green hair hangs in ðir face, obscuring half of ðir features — but ðir beauty remains plain as day. lyssa will attract other headmates and pull them into hyr swamplands, either forcing them out of front, into dormancy, or into hyr personal area of headspace. those who are in hyr headspace find themselves with suppressed emotions and unable to leave until strygia allows them. additionally, being stuck in strygia’s headspace grants alters the ability to access memories that they did not previously know existed/have seen before. once returned to active headspace, the memories one has seen slowly fade from their mind until they are repressed once again.

personality description :: nosoi is mute — it does not speak in a human tongue nor will it attempt to write out words for others to understand. it prefers to stay silent, watching others as they do their tasks and observe the system’s normal functioning. it sometimes appears to be curious about headspace, poking and prodding at different levers and switches to see what happens. loch is curious on a fundamental level: it wants to know why things work the way they do, why things are set up in certain ways, and why people don’t seem to understand non-verbal communication. it operates through dragging people to its headspace and showing them memories it thinks they need to know before returning said headmate back to where they came from. in all truth, pthisis is an entity of mystery and occasional chaos; it does what it does to try and help, but its real motives are never quite understood even by those closest to it.

image source here

* == name of a mythological species, be careful if using!

** == name of a god, be careful if using!

[springlibrary]

Fic & Writer Recommendations Jan 2023

I know I said I will be doing this quarterly but I just couldn't help myself.

Listed below are writers I am a fan of and fics I have been reading and loving for the month of January (well, some December too). Some are dark and some light but what they do have in common is that they were created by such talented people.

As usual, I'll be categorizing them as Dark, Grey, and Non-Dark. But I am now adding a new category; writers.

Writers

@darkficsyouneveraskedfor - There really isn't anything that they release that I don't like. Their stories vary in darkness and it's always such a treat to read. My favorite so far is Unexpected and its prequel, Unsolicited, and I think you guys should check it out.

@straywords - Their fics are just *chef's kiss*. I've read a couple of them already and they are just such beautiful pieces. I have yet to dive deeper into their masterlist but so far, In The Mountains and Bound Then and Forever are my current faves.

Dark Fics

Corruption (Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis

Doppelgänger (Ransom Drysdale x Reader, Lloyd Hansen x Reader) by @boxofbonesfic Summary: Your husband’s twin brother has always made you uncomfortable, and after two years of marriage, you finally find out why. 

Worthy (Thor x Reader) by @michelleleewise Summary: After your recent breakup your self-esteem is at an all-time low, so you take your friend's advice and seek professional help, not knowing what may lie ahead.

It will come back (Old God!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @slyyywriting Summary: “Don't let it in with no intention to keep it. Jesus Christ, don't be kind to it. Honey, don't feed it. It will come back.” -Hozier, It Will Come Back 

Grey Fics

Spoils of War (Steve Rogers x Reader) by @navybrat817 Summary: Steve gets a reward for a job well done and wishes he could have been with you under different circumstances.

Non-Dark

Legend: 💚 - Smut / 💙 - Fluff / 💔 - Angst

Beautiful View from the Backseat (Thor x Stark!Reader) by @cockslutpadalecki 💚 Summary: Some mortal things, Thor can get used to. Except traffic jams.

Sweeter Than Apple Pie (DBF!Lee Bodecker x Reader) by @sweeterthanthis 💚 Summary: It's torture sitting through dinner with Lee. Especially when his idle hands can't keep from wandering.

Flavors (Loki x Reader) by @mochie85 💚 Summary: You spend the night testing out new flavors with your god of mischief.

Give these writers and their fics some lovin’ and don’t forget to reblog if you enjoyed their work. Likes are nothing but reblogs are everything. Also, feedback is key! Enjoy! 💖

[dianxiacantastemolecules]

Look at Me

Darling, to be perceived

Ain't that the biggest price you pay

For being able to see?

To taste the light that leaves from your skin

Oh! what a sin. Oh, what a sin!

I know how my face, what an awful visage

To behold, withhold,

In my eyes, a tragedy foretold

Worth putting on a blindfold

But the first time that you saw me

unknown, alone and underground

Some part of me began to break, escape

In search of the same melody

A melancholy of solace

…..

And when your soul melds into mine

Your giggles at the funeral, my knack for refusal

Too sweet, at times too much brine

In my laughter, see your humour shine

Won't you look at me baby?

Won't you look at me baby?

Won't you look at me baby?

Would you look at you, baby?

…..

Oh, to be loved, is to be seen

Yet, lover, I'd be

blind and beloved, to your Medusa

I'd become the screen, embracin’

The shadows you love to dwell in

I'd write this song

into the inside of your eyelids

Never to be seen again, Never to be heard

Never to exist outside, for anyone third

And I'd whisper into your ears, horny Hozier lines

Run away with you, from the Dinner and Diatribes

To roam around the woods we could end up dead inside

Watching Eros arise, all inhibition untied

……

If you find out one day, that I was the Mastermind

Thread of the fates that I intertwined

This perfect love story that I designed

Would you go back to change it all

Would you look at me babe?

Would you look at me baby

Would you look at me baby?

Would you look at me again?

…….

Oh but to love someone who bleeds in blue

I'm so sorry to have made one out of you

It's a curse, my love, an abomination

A calamity in the name of creation

Born of rage, forged by tears

Of solitude desire and despair

It's a wicked thing, Honey,

Don't heed its call

Don't feed it, it will devour

honey, it will devour

Best untamed, Better unnamed

Crawling up my spine, this art I call mine

It knows the worst of all my days

Only the worst of all my ways

Only the worst

Of all my ways

…..

And when the debt that is love has reached its filling

Every dead version of me, tired of its killing

When the kindness in me has reached its billing

Would you still look at me, babe?

Won't you look at me, baby?

Won't you look at me, baby?

Won't you look at me, baby?

Why'd you look at me, baby?

……

When all is said and done,

Our undead youth, alive and returned

No plan left for us, but to ravish this skin

As close to ashes as it can come

When my ink has dried from years of treachery

No words left in me, no worship, no faith, no fury

Your secrets in my heart, are all that I now contain

Love in my skin, from your kisses that remain

When I am but an echo of what I used to be

all around us now, only ghosts of me

Remind me again, of our love story

Lover, could you be good to me?

Lover, be good to me.

At the edge of the storm, the ninth circle of hell

What little left of me, for which you really fell

What are we anymore, you could never tell

Would you still look at me, babe?

Won't you look at me, baby?

Won't you look at me, baby?

Won't you look at me, baby?

I hope you would.

[mxystan]

recently revamped my "galaxy wangxian brainlist" all the way back from 2019. it's mostly mandopop. see below for annotations with references to specific lines from the novel, color coded for your convenience, because i truly went insane that summer

被遺忘的時光 - 蔡琴 (cover by sodagreen)

"Emperor's Smile! Hey, how about I give you a jar, and you pretend like you never saw me?"

Who is it knocking at my window? Who is it plucking at my strings?

梅西好朋友 – Crowd Lu

"Lan Zhan, let me ask you this: you really do find me vexing, don't you?"

And if we could become friends by the end of the week Like, the best of friends- Then we'll make sure the apocalypse never comes 'Cause it can't until I've taken you out to play!

Neptune - Sleeping at Last

"Wei Ying: you really are a vexing person."

I'm only honest when it rains  An open book, with a torn out page  And my inks run out  I wanna love you but I don't know how

羨雲 - HITA

"You don't know how to say it? Fine, then how about this. If you can't say it, then can you sing? Sing a song for me, alright?"

If I trade a lifetime of wanting for just a glance in return I'll not be bereft once this dream ends

還是會���怕失去你 - Enno Cheng

"Come back to Gusu with me."

You said nothing lasts forever But have you already forgotten? I'm still afraid of losing you

Transcontinental, 1:30 A.M. - Vienna Teng

"When we arrived, you were vacantly sitting on a rock within the cave. Wangji was holding your hand, transmitting spiritual energy to you, lowly murmuring to you the entire time."

Wait, don’t let this line go slack  I want to bring you back to where I know you  Oh, wait, don’t give up on this yet  I just want you to let you let me hold you

It Will Come Back - Hozier

"And from beginning to end, you only repeated a single phrase to him: Get lost!"

Don't let me in with with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

玉仔的心 - Enno Cheng

To drink that which he had drunk, to suffer the hurts he'd suffered. To this day, this wound has scabbed over for 13 years.

Your unchanging desire drowns in the chaos of the city But you still hold onto your jade rabbit heart

何以歌 - Aki阿杰

A specific melody rose to the top of his mind. He calmed himself, and played that different phrase.

Thinking time has already forgotten me I am but a melancholy traveller on this earth But just who has left sentiment behind? The cold breeze that blows over the old city Once again resounds like summons from a flute And in this moment, just what is this song for?

Funny Little Frog - Belle & Sebastian

"How strange, that such a boring person could make me so happy!"

I had a conversation with you at night  It's a little one sided but that's alright I tell you in the kitchen about my day  You sit on the bed in the dark changing places  With the ghost that was there before you came  You've come to save my life again

Shrike – Hozier

"I remember now, Lan Zhan. Just like this. I... did carry you before."

I was hushed by your warmth, thus transformed By your grounded and giving and darkening scorn Remember me, love, when I'm reborn As the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

Eric’s Song - Vienna Teng 

"Lan Zhan! Back then, at the cave of the Xuanwu of Slaughter, what was the name of that song you sang for me?"

Strange how I fit into you  There's a distance erased with the greatest of ease  Strange how you fit into me  A gentle warmth filling the deepest of needs

月光備忘錄 - Crowd Lu

"If he catches me, I'll..."

Would you still indulge me in times of danger? You'll stay with me, quietly embracing me Truth lies in your hand holding onto my emptiness The moonlight protecting us as we sway to its rhythm

Pink in the Night - Mitski

"I adore you, love you, want you, can't bear to be without you, whatever you."

It's like a summer shower With every drop of rain singing "I love you, I love you, I love you!”

聽見下雨的聲音 - Jay Chou

Somewhere along the way, the soft rains had become a torrent. Outside of the Guanyin Temple, the lanterns had long been extinguished, drenching their surroundings in pitch black. Wei Wuxian could not make a sound. In the darkness, Lan Wangji had already drawn him into a fierce embrace, stopping his mouth.

So finally I hear the sound of rain And the world wakes up around me From the beginning, you've been within reach Quietly, steadily, you've been by my side

起風了 - 吳青峰

Just like before, Wei Wuxian smiled as he called to him, and he turned to look back. From that moment on, he could never have averted his eyes again.

And finally I've returned my youth to him Along with the midsummers played from my fingertips Every movement of our hearts gone with the wind

忘羨 – 吳恩，余夏

忘羨一曲遠，曲終人不散。

No matter when our song ends, let us not separate again.

[yellowmagicalgirl]

Honey Don't Feed Me (Or Else I Will Come Back)

Jim's a monster hunter, and Claire has been cursed with lycanthropy. Jim's a chef, and Claire's hungry.

So, one day I was thinking about @avirxy‘s Tear Me In Two (The Moonlight Will Anyway) series when Hozier's "It Will Come Back" came on when I was driving to school. This fic idea came to me and gripped me so tightly that I knew that I had to write this, even though it's taken a while because grad school.

You don't need to read Tear Me In Two to understand this fic, but I recommend that you do anyways because it is a wonderful series full of Claire Angst.

Rated T for memory loss and suicidal dialogue.

AO3 (archive locked)

FFN

When he was younger, Jim had hated when his mom was working a night shift. He was scared that his mom would go to work one day and never come home. Now, the night after a full moon? He was thankful that she wasn’t there to question why he was taking a thermos full of soup with him on a walk through the woods, especially when there had been so many so-called feral dog attacks recently.

It was the night after the full moon, and Claire still hadn’t come home. She had disappeared three days before the full moon. Jim had thought she would have come back today, shown up to school exhausted and covered in scratches. She had done that last month and had temporarily put a stop to all the dirty looks that her parents had been giving to Jim and Toby.

Jim could tell where she had been by the claw marks on the trees and the paw prints in the dried mud. And he had seen her in this area. Or at least, he had seen a feral dog with a blue hairclip still stubbornly clinging to her streaked fur. He placed the thermos on a flat rock and opened it. He grabbed a napkin out of his backpack and placed the spoon on it.

“I know you’re here, Claire.”

“Go away.”

“And waste the soup?”

She stepped out from the trees and shadows that had been hiding her. Only a single hair clip clung to her hair, desperately trying to tame her mane of curls into something manageable.

“You can have it.” Hopefully it was Claire’s stomach that growled and not the wolf.

“I made it for you. Besides…” Jim trailed off before he could ask the question. She probably wouldn’t know when she had last eaten. The last full moon, she hadn’t remembered what had happened when she had disappeared. She had looked so lost as she had said it. Claire was amazing in so many ways, among them her brilliant mind. She was one of, if not the smartest, students in their year. She was taking enough classes that she could graduate high school this year (though she’d need an extra year so she could go to college), and she still had straight A’s.

(Or at least she had straight A’s before the dog bite.)

Claire had once confided in Jim that she thought her mind and grades were the main reason why her mom loved her, because having a smart daughter was a status symbol. And now she was losing parts of her mind to the wolf.

“Besides,” Jim said again, “it’s already open, which means it’s already cooling.”

“I don’t want you here,” Claire said, and if it wasn’t an obvious lie Jim would’ve felt like he had been slapped. As it was, the pain of her lie hurt less than the pain of how disorientated and hurt Claire was. When she was on top of her game, she was a much better actress. She was normally capable of making her lies sound seamlessly true.

“I don’t want you around me,” she continued. This was less of a lie.

“I know you. You’re not going to hurt me.”

“Yes, I will.” A huff of sardonic laughter escaped her lips. “I don’t want to, but I’ll hurt you. I’ll hurt all of you. It’s better like this. It would be better if I were gone forever; I’m just too much of a coward.”

It took Jim a moment to realize what she was talking about. When he did, he had to place a hand against the tree bark to ground himself. He was no use to her if he panicked over her words. “I’m not going to kill you, Claire.”

“You should, before I hurt someone and make them like me.”

“You need to eat. You’re not thinking straight. Please.”

Maybe it was the hunger, or maybe it was him, but Claire finally sat next to the soup and picked up the spoon. Slowly, Jim walked to her and placed a hand on her knee.

“You’re making this even harder,” she said, looking at him with watery brown eyes. It was the first time she had met his eyes since the “dog” bite. How long had flecks of gold been floating in her irises? Since her first transformation? Since the bite? She hadn’t had them before.

“You’re going to be okay.”

“No, I won’t. All of Blinky’s books on lycanthropy say it’s incurable.”

“I don’t care. Come back with me. We’ll get through this together, my love. I promise.”

Her eyes widened before she began to sob into his shoulder. Jim realized that this was the first time he had told her that he loved her.

A/N: I swear that when I started writing this Claire wasn't suicidal. But then, when I went to reread (and edit) this fic it made me tear up, so I think it fits the narrative.

[brutalmasks]

currently going feral with how accurately ' it will come back ' by hozier describes how bunny mask sort of feels deep down because she is painfully aware that she is a creature / may LOOK like a human but definitely isn't one and those who get involved with her will often find themselves pulled into quite... interesting situations with her. so, she may or may not subconsciously slightly fear that people will not be prepared for that at all ( which, and understandably so, some other characters might not want that kind of relationship in their lives ) , then regret ever meeting her and will not want ANYTHING to do with her anymore. and thus, she's kind of adapted this habit of telling people upfront during the beginning of even platonic relationships that she's forged with others that if they want to keep their life the way it is, then they likely should rethink letting her into their life any further.

and this is not only because she is a ' magnet for trouble, ' but because she's growing attached to them, and i just... JSJSJ. i think that is kind of sad in a way because she really does not want to get her hopes up about having new friends or anything sometimes, because they are liable to changing their mind about her later and breaking off contact with her. and with how openly affectionate / tender-hearted bunny mask usually is towards those she likes, whenever she gets attached to them, it's not just a casual thing or anything. because i believe i said this in an earlier post but she will literally want to follow them around and do things with them all the time... so, there's a possibility that they will kind of ALWAYS be in danger while they're around her, you know? which isn't good and so bunny mask, as i've said, would totally be okay with people not wanting to either be her friend / a sibling figure to her or lover, or whatever the case may be for her and the person in question after discovering this.

all bunny mask really wants is for the people she loves to be comfortable around her, after all. but yeahhh,, and because of this, bunny may or may not have kind of a negative outlook of who she is because of her ' propensity to burden other's lives ' because of how her life tends to start to overlap with theirs at one point or another due to just how merciless she is whenever it comes to purging ' the sickness ' and she HAS ( as well as probably would do this again ) gone so far as to show her gratitude to tyler by leaving bodies in his home, similar to how a cat may leave their owner little ' gifts ' on the porch whenever they really love them.

and she's fully aware that this is very much NOT typical behavior of humans and/or most other beings, though she feels like she can't help these thing's sometimes because she does have this darkness in her that leads her to doing... well, rather uncharacteristic things for the people she loves, to say the least 😅 SO yeah. the point that i was basically trying to make here is that bunny mask will warn people against letting her in if they value the way their life is now, and feels more than a bit bad about that because she does want to have friends, but she genuinely thinks deep down that she brings trouble wherever she goes so it may be safer for them that way. the lines in the song ' don't let me in with no intention to keep me. jesus christ, don't be kind to me. honey, don't feed me, i will come back, ' were what particularly gave me these vibes. and now i shall be signing off with no further explanation LOL

[dancingthroughourlifes]

When Hozier said “Don't let me in with no intention to keep it Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back.” And when Nick Miller said “ Stop being so mean to me or I swear to god, I’m gonna fall in love with you” I feel that.