#i cant remember how i used to hear Sparrow in my head

[thefandommind]

I said I'd repost this later and I'm exhausted so it won't be as put together as normal but listen this is one of my favorite things about interpretation.

First, op says in the comments that 10 is the Doctor mentioned, David Tennant. This is great because to each their own interpretation, but also there's at least two blog posts out there (if I wasn't tired I'd link em but you just gotta trust me for now) talking about fancasts from back in the day, and in 2012 Rachel Aaron herself cast David Tennant as Eli (I think in the same post Josef was Chris Hemsworth, this was peak 2012 I think Miranda was Felicia Day. There's the Doctor Who, Marvel, and Supernatural Tumblr influences). Good on ya op

So I don't think my voices are wildly interesting, but obviously to each their own.

As I was thinking about this I unlocked some memories, uh don't know how to explain but Benehime sounds like evil Siri. Like Apple iPod Touch, except I didn't have my iPod when I first got into this series I had a Kindle with a text reader. But it was almost the same robotic voice.

I just remember it having a drawl, it liked slowing in random parts, and speeding up in others, to the point where the voice was passable for human, but the tone and speech pattern was off putting. That's how Benehime is for me. (Like in the books the Powers have like an edge or sound to their voice that just registers as POWER OF CREATION, in opposition to the edge or sound that Demons have. But obviously that's hard to replicate)

When I was reading it to my friend, tho, I didn't replicate the speech pattern as much, but I droned my words and had a softer pitch. Because I imagine her to have a buzzing out of a voice. But she could have times where her words were harsh and loud. Closest I can think would be Uma Thurman specifically when she played Medusa.

Not a personal interpretation but lore to me specifically, I read the series to my youngest brother when he was 12, and he wanted to be able to differentiate the characters (because Powers and Demons talk in italics and don't often have "said" tags because of it), so he had me do actual voices and not just changing my voice. The voice he picked for the Shepherdess was Dobby from Harry Potter, which I did in fact do for five books. Her brothers were Elmo and Stitch, and I think the Demon Under the Dead Mountain was Voldemort.

And I've decided demons sound like evil vocaloids, wasn't kidding about that I think it's great, the Demon is one of the deep ones (I don't pretend to know their names), but Nico in her demon form is either Miku or Fukase with no in-between.

That being said the other characters are harder to pin down for me, it's like seeing faces in my minds eye, gets blury as I try to focus on them.

I imagine Nico having a soft voice, most of what she says also has the same inflection, not drawling or deadpan, but just, consistent. Most of her dialogue is conversational, since she's a quiet person she's not often arguing or "plot sharing by explaining things to other characters", and she's not often having conversations during fights, and ofc demon things are unique as mentioned. And then a lot of her conversations are observational contributions, where Eli or Josef says something to her about something else, and she adds a comment because she feels like she needs to. (I'd source pages but I'm too tired) Anyway that's me putting a neurodivergent head canon on her, masking seems like a given with Nico tho. So I feel like while she might not be exactly chirpy, her tone and voice would try and aid to a "friendly" persona with her companions.

Anyway that bitch sounds like Lydia Deetz, next character.

Eli is Aladdin. A thief is a thief and he's always kinda sounded like him in my mind. We're talking about the original here. I imagine Eli to have a very animated way of speaking, not specifically flamboyant, but kinda boyish and dramatic. I think really he sounds like a few other people but I can't think of them in this moment.

Miranda sounds uppity and in charge and she's a dozen different powerful women and I'm losing focus she sounds like Julia Roberts I think she talks proper but has an accent that you can't place and I think her words hit hard even if she whispers them. You can't help but listen. And Julia Roberts could explain anything to me.

I'm giving up I'll share Josef later when I can remember how words sound

I always find it interesting how when reading a book different people imagine the characters voices differently.

For me Nico sounds like Scylla from the song Scylla by Epic the musical, especially at the end of the song where the voice harmonizes. But when she talks I imagine her voice softer and quieter

And Eli sounds like the main character from Doctor who, I don't have an explanation for that one

[captnjacksparrow]

hi sparrow! absolutely love you're blog, thank you for your work! been binge reading it for the last week :) still not done yet, so sorry is this was already asked. In the 478 episode when Naruto and Sasuke in this space in the middle of life and death they go through some memories and when they see themselves as little children alienated by the whole village, after some dialog Sasuke says "You called me your brother... in that sense perhaps we were". To which Naruto replies: "You totally wrong! Damn it! You don't understand, do you?" Shoves him and runes away. I know this wasn't in the manga, but I'm was wrapping my head around it and I cant find any expiation that is not Naruto saying that their bond is far from being brotherly and being annoyed that Sasuke act in denial of their feelings. What do you think? Will be happy to hear your opinion

Thanks @what-if-i-dont-fucking-want-to !!! I talked about it waayyyy earlier but I am feeling a bit lazy to search for it... So, I'll write it again.

This scene was totally wrong from Anime's side. And I think it was intentional because they somehow want people to believe that they are Brothers by using multiple 'Brother' references considering how Gayish the original material was.

And the Studio succeeded in it. Regrettably.

Firstly, Sasuke being in denial of his Feelings is one of the misinterpreted take on his character. If anything, He is the first person to realize that he loves Naruto. Remember That time when he was about to die and his head was filled with every little silly moments he shared with Naruto.????

And unlike Naruto, Sasuke didn't need a Sakura to make him realize these things... He knew it, he embraced it. I would say, Sasuke wanted to severe his feelings badly because he was very well aware that those feelings are coming in his way and distracting him.

Tell me, If Sasuke was in complete denial, then how could he knew that he has to KILL ONLY NARUTO to get his Mangekyou Sharingan and to kill him for his Revolution????

A basic Google search of Denial about Feelings gives you this:

"Denial is an attempt to cope, rationalize, or excuse behaviors in one way or another. It refers to failing to acknowledge an unacceptable emotion or truth. Denial can sometimes seem irrational, but it is used as a defense mechanism against situations or circumstances that are painful and overwhelming."

But you see, this scene is the best example of Denial, imo... Like Naruto was consciously getting aware that his Obsession is wrong (I mean, it was wrong to him)... And it's no more Friendly or just Brotherly... So, to deny his feelings, he immediately deflects it by claiming that he was devising a Plan to date Sakura when in reality he was brain rotting about Sasuke. To Replace an emotion shown towards one person with another one.

This is what you call it as Denial of Feelings.

The Joke is... Naruto, here pompously acting as if he don't deny his Feelings.... LMAO. (Naruto??? Are you sure??? You telling this lines makes me cackle endlessly)

Even after he knew that he will die along with Sasuke, still he acted like he hated that Accidental Kiss 100 Chapters later by voluntarily bringing up that topic with Fourth Mizukage Yagura. Which I talked about it here...

And Sasuke saying "You called me your brother... in that sense perhaps we were".

This is another OOC from Anime's part. Sasuke here seems to be speculating as to whether they are Brothers... or what's between them...

Come On!!!

He is someone who knew what it means to have a Brother... He had Itachi for that. But why is he wondering about the nature of their Bond when he clearly knew it was much more than that, way back from Land of the Waves arc itself???

I can see Naruto pulling that Brother card (even though he denied that they are not Brothers in front of Hagoromo) but I couldn't see Sasuke pulling it.

So, I do think that Anime did this because they want to bring the Brothers' Agenda and shove it on our faces again and again. Because Guess what??? Boruto series was being cooked up in the Backburner... And Hinata Wedding Episodes needs to be presented to the Audiences.. They can't afford to make N and S to have a 'supposed' feelings for each other.

I cant find any explanation that is not Naruto saying that their bond is far from being brotherly and being annoyed that Sasuke act in denial of their feelings.

Their Explanation was right, considering what Anime showed us. But Canonically, it's OOC as Hell, for the reasons' I mentioned above.

By the end of Chapter 698, They both come to the realization that they need and feel each other.... They became a Family...

But what role as a Family member that's not brotherly??? That's all left to viewers' interpretation in Chapter 699.

[lunnybunny12]

Sandor Clegane x reader (Reason 1)

Requests are open 

Warnings: Death, Murder, hanging, swearing and prostitution 

Word count: 1230

Part 2 (Reason 2)

Part 3 (Reason 3)

Part 4 (Reason 4)

Master list

A daughter of a whore, raised by nuns, became a thief, ran away to Braavos and was trained as an assassin. That just about summed you up.

You had fought your whole life to get to where you were, to prove you were worthy enough to be apart of a world filled with shitty people. Despite all of that, you still found yourself  laughing at the situation you found yourself in.

"(Y/n) fucking Hill"

Your head shot up at hearing that name. You hadn't gone my Hill since you went to Braavos.

"Ah, so you know our little sparrow do ya Clegane?" Thoros said nudging your side as he sat beside you.  When he saw the look you gave to the former guard he dropped his joking demeanour. 

"The Fuck you doing here?"

Sandor stared at you for a moment before turning to the 3 men behind you. The men were stood on 3 small barrels, hands tied behind their backs and a rope around their necks.

"Chasing them. You?"

"Hanging them" Berec retorted.

"They're our men. Or they were. They attacked a nearby septor and murdered the villagers, why do you want them?" Thoros asked.

"Same reason. I was helping build it. They killed a friend of mine."

"You have friends?"

"Not any more" Sandor said, his eyes darted to you for a second before walking up to your group "They're mine."

"It's the brotherhoods good name they've dragged through the dirt-"

"Fuck your name. They're mine," Sandor said through gritted teeth. " I've killed you once before Beric and I'm happy to do it again."

At the corner of your eye, you saw another one of your group stretch his bowstring and aim an arrow at him.

"Drop the arrow," You said clearly so that everyone could hear and stepped closer to him.

 "He's not going to hurt US... you can have one of them."

The look you got wasn't one of surprise or shock. He was thinking. The other men around you weren't surprised at your boldness, you'd been with them for years and had quickly earnt the respect you were given.

"... Two" Sandor said looking at you.

After a moment of silent deliberation, you nodded to him in agreement.

Just as Sandor was about to plant his axe in one of the traitors heads, Thoros stopped him.

"We're not butchers..."

"Speak for yourselves" you mumbled under your breath with a smile.

"... We hang them"

With an annoyed look, Sandor replied "Hanging? All over in an instant. Wheres the punishment in that?"

"They die-"

"Thay all bloody die. Except for that one" Sandor said motioning to the one-eyed man behind him. " I'll only gutt one of em"

By this point, you had taken a few steps away to get a better view of the scene. The men that were about to die were part of your group once but their twisted sense of right and wrong had lead them to do awful things. They deserved what they were about to get and thankfully others thought the same.

"No" Beric said.

"Chop off one hand?"

"We gave you 2 of the 3 out of the respect of your loss. That's generous."

With a sigh, Sandor dropped his axe " You're all a bunch of Nancies... There was a time I would've killed all 8 of you just to gutt these 3."

"You're getting old Clegane" you chuffed

Suddenly, Sandor kicked the barrel out from under one of the man's feet, sending him falling a short distance to his slow death.

"He's not" Sandor said doing the same to another of the man.

That's when you moved to stand in front of the last man. His eyes wide with fear. You'd admit that you enjoyed watching the fear grow as you let kicked away his barrel too.

When you got back to camp, Beric told Sandor that he was born a fighter and no matter where he went a fight would always find him. How everything happens for a reason Bla bla bla.  It was true that Sandor was a fighter, he had gutted his first man when he was 12 years old and didn't regret it, but that didn't make him a fighter. What made him a fighter was how he continued to live his life and grow stranger with every passing day and by the way he looked he had continued to do so. Beric also said that Sandor would be useful in the brotherhood. How it needed strong men to help is win the upcoming war and how he could help more people he's hurt.

You saw something change in him at that moment. It could have been how he sat or the look in his eye, you weren't sure... but something did change.

That night when everyone was supposed to be asleep, you stayed awake to keep the fire lit. While stoking the flames, thoughts swam around your head like a fish in a shallow pond. The flames shone like a beacon in the pitch-black forest. The occasional snore and animal sounds echoed off of the trees. The stars above were the only thing for the company.

At the corner of your eye, you saw someone lumbering their way towards you. You weren't scared, you knew he wouldn't hurt you.

"Cant sleep Clegane?"

"Not with all these cunts snoring like dying pigs"

"It good to see you haven't changed" You said, eyes gazing into the fire. 

"and there's no point in trying to save face, I know you're still angry with me,"

"And for good fucking reason. You kissed me took the gold and pissed off to Braavos the first chance you got." he quietly seethed. when he put it like that it did sound like an awful thing to do.

With a sighed "Sandor, what am I?"

"I'm not playing guessing games (Y/n)"

"What am I? I'm a bastard, born to a whore and gods know who. No money, no parents, hell not even a name. From the moment I was born, I had to fight for myself because no one else would. I pissed off because after your father died and that brother of yours became the lord, you became the princes bitch in the red keep. There was nothing for me in Westeros, so I left,"

"And what of that kiss then ey? You left that out of your little rant" he said cockily.

You looked at him without a speck of fear in your eyes. His whole life he had never met anyone who looked at him like that and it rendered him speechless.

"That kiss was the only thing of worth I could've given you to remember my by. I knew full well that if I died you'd be the only one in Westeros to remember me ... we were friends once Clegane and you couldn't even tell me you were leaving so I did it first." You said taking a deep swig of ale from a pouch on your hip and then passing it to him.

"Was that the only reason?" He asked taking the pouch from you.

"No. but its the only one I'm brave enough to admit to right now" You joked earning a smile from the man.

[gale-gentlepenguin]

Imagine if Gabe and Adrien never went to New York, for whatever reason. Then, in NY, marinette becomes ladybug to meet the american heroes for reasons, and gabe finds out she's in NY, and decides to try get the ring from CN while LBs not there to help. Anything could happen from there but I just thought itd be kinda funny for Marinette to come back, and paris is leveled from cataclysms/akuma

Well I dont think that would happen.

But this did give me an idea.

(What if Adrien did stay in Paris in the NY Special?)

(Spoilers below)

-Despite Marinette’s very convincing speech on Friendship. Gabriel decided it might not be smart to bring his son to the place he plans on causing mayhem in.

- So Adrien has no temptation to force him to leave Paris. Though he is kind of bummed about it, especially because Ladybug is leaving paris as well.

-Adrien decides maybe this is a good thing. This will help him move past his feelings for Ladybug. And while he has no plans on spending time with Lila. He does have Kagami in Paris to hang out with.

-Meanwhile, Marinette decides that maybe it was for the best that Adrien is in Paris while she is in the US. It will give her some space, and time to really help her move on. She will have fun with her friends and totally move on.

-Gabriel makes his move to America, and with some little tricks. Gabriel is able to leave without Adrien noticing a difference.

-Marinette however does find herself feeling down that Adrien couldnt come. But Tikki assures her that things will be fine.

-”Adrien’s in Paris. Chat noir is in Paris taking care of things. You dont need to worry.

-Cue Attack from Techno pirate. And the United heroes saving the day

-Marinette is totally impressed by the heroes and Tikki tells her that this will be a nice little getaway for her.

-Marinette arrives in NYC and Alya and the girls help her out by making sure she has fun. Aeon finds something interesting about her, but is unsure what. Jess doesnt care. She is bored.

-Marinette sneaking to the party bumps into Jess and Aeon. Aeon asks Marinette if something is bothering her. Aeon using her scanners and picking up that this girl is hiding a lot of stress.

-Marinette tries to dismiss it, but Jess now is curious and the two girls wear Marinette down. She confesses that she wanted her friend to come along but she failed to convince his father. Aeon and Jess immediately conclude the girl is into this ‘Friend’. Jess tells her that she should be clear with this friend about how she feels.

-But tells her that she should also enjoy her freedom, this is america afterall.

-So Marinette has fun with her two new friends. Nino and Alya end up with the flying Hotdog and Marinette plays wingwoman for them. Happy for her bff.

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-Meanwhile, Adrien heard from Nino about their Epic save by the United Heroes. He is relieved they are safe, but wishes he could see them.

-His time at home had been standard stuff, His schedule was just as busy. Kagami and him did some fencing, Kagami kicked his butt.

-”I wish I could have gone with you guys, Marinette tried really hard to get me to go. She is such a good friend.”

-”Yep, a Real good friend.” Nino comments.

-”Youre also a good friend.” Adrien immediately tries to tell him.

-”Dude its chill. I think the friendship you and Mari have is different then ours.”

-”What does that mean?”

-”Dont think about it too much my dude”

-Adrien finds himself thinking about it a lot.

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-Back in America, the class is at the museum and things are pretty casual. No romance Plot. But Alya did forget to get a picture of Lafayette’s saber and Alya asks Marinette to get it.

-Technolizer (or whatever the DOC off tech ripoff akuma name was attacks. And Marinette goes Ladybug to fight him. Sparrow and Uncanny Valley hear the action and rush to find THE Ladybug here in America. So the three of them end up fighting.

-Meanwhile, Adrien sees robustus attacking in Paris and transforms. He is confused since Markov is in the states with Max. But he has a city to protect. He will try to contain the damage and then call Ladybug when clean up is necessary.

-Ladybug tells Sparrow and Uncanny valley they may need some help. But Sparrow tells her that the three of them can handle it.

-When a beep on the kitty goes off. Its Chat noir.

-”I think we got a sentimonster in Paris.” Chat noir explains.

- Ladybug asks him to hold it off for a bit while she gets there.

-Ladybug informs them that she has to go back to Paris for a bit and she will be back to help deal with this. But that they really should call the other heroes for help.

-Ladybug gets the Horse miraculous, uses Unify and heads to Paris.

-Ladybug sees Chat noir keeping damage to a minimum. He is happy to see her.

-”Ive been able to slow him down, but there is no akumatized Item. I think we got a sentimonster.

-Ladybug calls Lucky charm to get ready to take Robustus down. But... he poofs.

-Ladybug sees the damage and while confused by everything, remembers she needs to hurry and get back to America.

-”Okay I need to hurry back! Chat noir, try to figure out what the deal with that attack was.”

-Chat noir asks if Ladybug is okay, and if she needs his help.

-”Im fine kitty, just stay vigilant here. Its nothing I cant handle. Im counting on you.”

-She casts miraculous cure and goes to quickly fuel up and head back to America.

-Sparrow and Uncanny valley didnt listen and ended up having more damage done to the museum and Technalizer escaped.

-Ladybug gets back to see the damage. She didnt call a lucky charm for this villain and the damage was already done.

-Majestia and Knightowl were very disappointed in their sidekicks. Ladybug tries to defend them but is told to stay out of it. Ladybug knows this isnt her city and complies sadly. Apologizing.

-Hawkmoth got the eagle miraculous and gives it Techalizer making him Miraculizer or whatever his dumb name was.

-Chat noir investigates but finds no reason behind the attack. He thinks that maybe this was some sort of decoy. Like with what happened with Loveater.

-A international news report catches Adrien/chat noir’s attention. Heroes going nuts. Adrien decides that Paris will be fine for a bit. Hawkmoth is in the US! And Ladybug needs his help!

-Meanwhile back in the states hero riot happens cause Hawkmoth. Ladybug realizes that this was a miraculous and this was Hawkmoth’s Plan!

-”It was a diversion!” Sparrow and Uncanny Valley have to fight along side Ladybug. And the three of them need a plan.

-Ladybug calls her lucky charm. It was the key chain.

-She had no idea how to use it, But with the help of the other two utilize doorman’s powers and manage to get into the Eiffel tower.

- The villain demands Ladybug and Chat noir give him the miraculous. And Ladybug, Uncanny Valley and Sparrow attack Miraculizer. But there is a problem. He is way too tough! They could use someone to help even the odds

-And flies in Astro cat with the snag of the miraculous!

-”Chat noir!” Ladybug was happy to see him.

-Cue a quick hug, and Chat noir telling her its his turn to return the favor. Plus he wanted to see america.

-They beat the akuma and the day is saved.

-Jess still got the eagle miraculous cause plot.

-Eagle becomes her own hero.

-Since There was no identity drama, and they never got insight into Ladybug and Chat noir’s dynamic. Aeon/Uncanny valley never assumed that their identities were a secret from each other. 

-Uncanny valley not effected by the identity hiding effect of the miraculous knows that Marinette and Ladybug are the same person  and Comments. “Is this the ‘Friend’ you were talking about Marinette?” Completely unaware that Adrien and Marinette did not know eachother’s identities.

-”Marinette?”

[evanbuckleyed]

simply cannot believe i made a supernatural fic rec list in the year 2020 but here we are

When Worlds Collide

When Zachariah dies, the illusions he’s created die with him.  But before they collapse completely, sometimes they collide. That’s how Castiel goes from cradling Dean Winchester’s broken body one moment, to finding himself face to face with Dean Smith in the next.

note: basically endverse!cas’s world collapses right after endverse!dean is killed by lucifer and he gets thrown into the it’s a terrible life verse. drama and love and a whole lot of fuckery ensue. it’s tagged as major character death but it’s not really

Broadway Musical

This is the day that marked the Holy and Blessed Union of Dean Winchester and Jo Harvelle.

The merging of prominent bloodlines is always a grand occurrence, but breeding pedigree hunter families like Winchester and Harvelle is something to be rejoiced. It is also something to be meticulously planned, which thankfully the Host is very good at.

note: an AU where dean and jo are destined to fall in love and have two sons who will bring on the apocalypse and be the vessels for michael and lucifer. only problem is cupid’s arrows don’t make them fall in love with each other and heaven promptly starts freaking the fuck out so cas slips into a vessel and tries to do some matchmaking to get the whole end of the world thing back on track. it’s tagged as unrepentant crack and that pretty much sums it up, but it’s also a very funny and enjoyable read

a turn of the earth

Dean’s your typical half-orphaned, monster-killing 22-year-old until a trenchcoated stranger crashes into his back windshield one September night, claiming he’s an angel that knows him from the future and that he’s on the run.

Frigging fantastic.

note: listen i LOVE a good time travel fic

How (thanks to Gabriel) Dean and Castiel (accidentally) raised each other (and Sam)

In which, Gabriel meddles with the time line and Castiel becomes Dean's angel rather sooner than intended.

note: after lucifer stabs gabriel in hammer of the gods, gabriel uses his very last bit of grace to travel back to the beginning of time and decree castiel the angel of thursdays and dean winchester. fast forward a few eons and castiel hears mary’s dying cry. he shows up too late to save her, but he decides that a human life is very short in the grand scheme of things so he can play guardian angel to dean (and by extension sam) while also fulfilling his duties to heaven. not only is this pretty much my favorite supernatural fic, it’s also one of my favorite fics in general

The Shattered One

When it struck Castiel, he was in mid-flight. It dropped him out of the sky like a sparrow buffeted by gale-force winds. Castiel set down the first place he could find. He ended up standing in a field in Switzerland, swaying on his feet and staring down at his body, dazed by what it had just done.

note: okay so listen. this is tagged as mpreg but that’s kind of a stretch imo. it’s not like... mpreg mpreg in the sense that it deals with angel reproduction and has nothing to do with sex or pregnancy. angel reproduction goes like this: a section of an angel’s grace will suddenly and randomly break off and begin to grow on it’s own. after a certain period of time, another angel has to offer a piece of their grace and the two pieces will combine to form a new angel. that new angel is a fully developed, fully functional angel and is considered a new brother/sister instead of an offspring.

cas’s grace shatters which means he’s fucked because this takes place in season 5 after he’s defied heaven. no other angel will offer up a piece of their grace so his own is basically going to rip itself apart, killing him in the process. when dean and sam find out cas is going to die, dean offers up part of his soul in place of another angel’s grace. what results is a new angel that has just enough human in it that it takes the shape of a human baby and sends pretty much all of their lives into a tailspin.

ALSO just a heads up this is definitely more pre-destiel despite the relationship tag. there’s a sequel where im pretty sure they do get together but i haven’t read it so i cant’s say for sure.

Kiss You When It’s Dangerous

When his partner Uriel, betrays him, Federal Agent Castiel Novak is saved from becoming a ritual sacrifice by brothers Dean and Sam Winchester.

note: FBI!cas gets thrown headfirst into the supernatural. tagged as major character death, but again it’s not really

My Roots Take Flight

After forty years in Hell, Dean’s more than willing to accept the offer: become a guardian angel and earn his freedom. But his new ward seems destined to hunt alongside Sam, and there are secrets in Heaven that the angels don’t want found out. Dean’s going to have to choose between his duty and the people he loves- and to work out just where Castiel fits in.

note: season 4 au where dean is an angel and cas is a human except it’s way more complicated than that

Peace and Good Luck To All Men

Christmas in the Milton household was difficult enough without the added complication of guests- and if Luke and Gabriel placing bets on who can get with Sam first wasn’t bad enough, then Cas developing a ridiculous crush on his sister’s boyfriend definitely is. 

note: the one where michael, lucifer luke, gabriel, anna and cas are all human siblings but michael and lucifer luke are still trying to kill each other, gabriel is still Like That and cas is still super into dean which is pretty inconvenient considering he’s with anna.

Asunder

Wherefore they are no more twain, but one flesh. What therefore God hath joined together, let not man put asunder. (Matthew 19:6) 

note: it’s been a very long time since i read this, but from what i remember it’s an AU where they’re all human and dean brings his friend/co-worker cas as his “date” to sam and ruby’s wedding for moral support. when sam was in college, he met ruby and they started using drugs together. after several failed attempts at helping him get clean, dean eventually cut sam off and it’s been years since they’ve spoken. even though sam and ruby are now both sober, dean blames ruby for everything that happened and the only reason he’s even going to the wedding is because bobby and ellen basically force him to. again, it’s been years and years since i read this so i can’t remember a lot of the details, but i do know that despite this being a dean/cas fic a lot of the focus is dean rebuilding his relationship with sam and that’s what i remember really liking about it.

Hanged, Drawn, and Quartered

Death brings Sam back — sort of.

note: a general fic involving only sam and dean. sam’s soul is so damaged from its time in the cage that when death brings it back, it shatters into pieces and so does sam. like literally. there’s four different sams now, each representing a distinctive part of his personality. sounds cracky but it’s actually surprisingly angsty and focuses on how the sams and dean are adjusting to their new reality and each other

Point Pleasant

(okay so this fic was deleted but i’m putting in on here anyway because the author has since turned it into a novel and had it published. im sure old pdfs of the fic are floating around but i highly recommend reading the novel version. if you know it was based on a destiel fic then it’s really easy to see those influences in the writing and the characters but it can stand up on it’s own. also!!!! it has pretty much the coolest take on the mothman’s origin story that i’ve ever heard.)

Ben Wisehart (Dean Winchester) grew up in the idyllic town of Point Pleasant, West Virginia. An early encounter with the supernatural shaped his worldview and served as the catalyst for his career as a bestselling horror writer. Thirteen years after abandoning his home, Ben returns to the town to investigate the apparent reemergence of the terrifying creature responsible for his childhood nightmares. In Point Pleasant, Ben is confronted not only by the town’s resident monster, the Mothman, but also by his former best friend, Sheriff Nicholas Nolan (Cas Novak). Together, Ben and Nicholas (Dean and Cas) uncover the mystery of the monster in the woods and discover that the ghosts that haunt us are sometimes made of flesh and blood. And sometimes, they lead us home.

Sympathy for the Devil (and Dean Winchester)

this is not so much a rec as it is a request.

basically an au version of season 5 (and kind of the whole series really). when god cast lucifer out of heaven, he tore out his grace. lucifer’s grace was put into the cage, but lucifer himself fell to earth and spent thousands and thousands of years reincarnating as a human. his latest reincarnation? dean winchester. so when sam opens the cage, lucifer’s grace is released and dean realizes that he’s lucifer. part of him still kind of wants to start the apocalypse but the other part of him has a whole new appreciation for humanity considering he now remembers every human life he’s ever lived. it’s made more complicated by the fact that dean (/lucifer) doesn’t really want to tell anyone that he’s apparently the devil so he has to keep his now angel status on the dl and also because despite heaven wanting the apocalypse to start, michael went missing from heaven shortly after lucifer was cast out and no one has any idea where he’s at.

this fic was deleted, but if anyone happens to have a pdf copy let me know. i would be highly appreciative!

[barnesandrogersfanfics]

Saving Grace - Part 5

Summary: Steve leaves you and your son to go back to Peggy unaware your pregnant.

Your heartbroken and struggling without Steve until Bucky Barnes steps up to help you out. With you and Bucky growing closer everyday will he be your saving Grace?

A/N -Sorry summary sucks! If i say too much it will give things away! 💜

Warning: Slight smut happens (poorly written!😂)

As I walked into the common room with Bucky i was pulled aside by Wanda.

"Hey easy Wanda!" Bucky snapped reaching for me to make sure i didn't stumble.

"Woah! Wan, whats wrong?"

"His here!" She said wide eyed looking like she was about to go into panic mode.

"Who is here?"

"Steve!!"

"Wh...what??!" I stuttered, that was the last person i expected her say.

"Yeah he just showed up wanting to see everyone"

"Where's Harrison??!"

Wanda looked worried and shook her head.

"Wanda where is my son!?!"

"His with Clint, Sam and Steve"

"Why didn't anyone call me!! i would've come straight back!!"

"We tried calling you both but there was no answer. Clint figured you put them on silent in the hospital"

"Shit!"

"Its okay, why dont you go wait in the car and i'll go get Harrison. I'll be 2 minutes" Bucky said with a tight lipped smile as he hand rubbed my back, he was marching off towards them before i had time to reply to him.

"Come on i'll walk down with you" Wanda smiled sadly before linking her arm with mine and leading the way.

2 minutes later i saw Bucky walking towards the car with Harrison in one arm and Fred the dinosaur tucked in the other along with Harrisons bag.

"You weren't joking when you said 2 minutes" Wanda stated looking impressed.

"Guys a punk!" Bucky mumbled as he opened the car door and strapped Harrison into his seat.

"Thanks for the heads up Wanda, I'm so glad i didn't have to face him. I dont want him knowing about the baby"

"Your welcome" she smiled "so your not going to tell him about the baby?"

"he doesn't deserve to know....Steve made his choice now I've made mine" i shrugged "i'll see you tomorrow, lets go home Bucky".

"Goodnight planet, goodnight world.

Peaceful clouds around Earth curled.

Goodnight ice and goodnight snow.

Goodnight lights above, aglow" i could hear Bucky reading Harrisons favourite book to him later that night. I couldn't help but stand in the doorway listening, Harrison was cuddled up to Bucky looking at the pictures at he read the story.

"Goodnight oceans deep and wide.

Rocking ships upon the tide.

Goodnight trucks and cars and planes.

Goodnight rockets, goodnight trains.

Goodnight birds, goodnight bees.

Goodnight fishes in the seas.

Goodnight flowers, goodnight grasses.

Curled up tight while darkness passes.

Goodnight lions, tigers, too.

And all the animals in the zoo.

Goodnight shadows in the park.

Goodnight dog that doesn't bark.

Goodnight teddies, goodnight books.

Goodnight sparrows, starlings, rooks.

Goodnight sounds of distant cars.

And in the sky, a million stars.

Goodnight moon, goodnight sun.

Goodnight, goodnight to everyone.

All is well in my small world,

Around my mothers heart I'm curled"

By the time Bucky had finished the book Harrison was fast asleep.

Bucky carefully slid out of Harrisons bed making sure to pull up the covers, he put the book on the side cabinet and turned off the lamp leaving the night light on that was projecting small stars.

"I kinda want you to read me a story now" i smiled as he walked towards me.

"Anytime sweetheart, just say the word" he beamed as he pulled me in for a hug.

"Wanna watch a movie?"

"I was actually thinking i might have an early night I'm exhausted" i said trying to hold back a yawn.

"Oh okay"

"Will you come and lay with me?"

"Sure" he nodded pressing a kiss to my forehead "let me go change real quick".

I changed into a pair of shorts and a large t-shirt before climbing into bed and waiting for Bucky. I heard a light knock on the doorframe and looked up go see a nervous looking Bucky wearing blue plaid pyjama pants a tight black t-shirt.... how did he make that look ao good?!

"Come in Buck" i smiled throwing back the covers. He walked over and got into bed curling his body around mine acting as the big spoon.

"Is this okay?" He asked quietly making me smile and nod my head.

"Its perfect. I love being in your arms Bucky..... you make everything seem better"

"Im glad" by the tone of his voice i could tell he was smiling too. His hand was laying on my swollen belly, gently moving his thumb back and forth as we laid in silence.

"Oh god!" Bucky said suddenly going still.

"What?"

"I just felt the baby move!!" He sat up so he could look at my stomach.

"You've felt it before Buck" i chuckled.

"Not like that! Girls got quite the kick on her now"

"She's just saying hi"

"Hi sweet girl" Bucky cooed at my belly before pressing a kiss to my stomach.

"Can i kiss you?" He asked looking up at me with those beautiful blue eyes. I bit my lip as i nodded my head, how could one man be so bloody perfect!!

Bucky moved back up and gently kissed me, his hand cradling my face. I couldn't help but let out a small moan when he kissed me harder which made him smile, boy did he know how to kiss!!

I felt his hand move up my ribs and cup my breast and i was a mess! It'd had been so long since i had felt anything like this, mixed with my pregnancy hormones.....god help me!! I could feel the wetness between my legs already and he'd barely touched me! I was suddenly aware of Bucky hard against my hip and couldn't help but push my hips back further to feel more of him. He let out the most beautiful noise, one of shock and pleasure before his hand landed on my hip to hold me still.

"Im sorry doll" he said breathlessly letting his head fall against my shoulder.

"Its fine Bucky" i smiled running my hands through his hair "we can do this"

"You sure?"

I nodded quickly before rolling my hips into him again making him growl!! It was sexy as hell!! Suddenly Bucky's hand slipped from my hip tracing down to the elastic band of my shorts "can i?" He asked softly, forever the gentleman!

"Yes! Oh god yes!" I nodded quickly, his hand slipped easily inside my shorts and his fingers found my clit.

"Fuck your soaked...." he mumbled against my ear and i felt myself blush.

"Im not sure how long I'm gonna last doll, its been a long time since I've done any of this...." he suddenly admitted as his fingers continued exploring.

"Longer than me if you keep that up!!" I moaned rubbing my ass harder against his clothed cock. We were like a couple of horny teenagers!!

"Oh god.... Buck that feels so good"

"Yeah?"

"Mmmm" i moaned and felt his lips pressed to my neck hitting that spot that drives you wild. When i felt his fingers enter me slowly i couldn't help but reach up and grab a handful of his hair.

I was ready to explode!! God if he could make me feel this good with just his fingers..... my thoughts were cut off when i suddenly felt that snap and found myself coming around his fingers followed by Bucky's cry of release as his slowed the rutting of his hips.

"Wow.... that was unexpected" he smiled before kissing me hard, i squirmed when i felt him pull his hand from my shorts, his fingers stroking over my clit as they passed.

"That was mind blowing!" I chuckled suddenly feeling a bit embarrassed.

"It really was.... i cant remember feeling so good"

"We should probably get cleaned up"

"Your right, come on" he said rolling out of the bed smiling.

"help me up please my legs feel like jello" i giggled holding my hands out to him.

"Yes m'am".

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[descendantofthesparrow]

Daughter of the Honorable thief - Harry Hook x reader - part 3 - threat and games

Harry Hook x Daughter of Robin Hood!Reader

 key

 h/c- hair color

 e/c- eye color

 h/l- hair length

 s/c- skin color

 y/n- your name

 clothing reference:

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Harry gave a tired sigh as he entered History of pirates and wood, he and Gil had gorged themselves on ice cream and candy all night and now he was suffering from not enough sleep, a sugar crash, and a stomach ache.

Glancing up he paused, there was (y/n), sitting in the seat next to his, her sketchbook open and her pencil flittering around on the page.

Harry smirked, plopping down next to her, and rose his brow flirtatiously, leaning in close to her.

“Hello, lassie~ I thought yeh sat in the back of the class? didn't know ye were meh seatmate now, were yeh just that into meh that yeh had ta switch seats to be next to meh?”

(y/n) snorted and shoved his face away gently, grinning back at him.

“nah, you and I were the only ones without a seatmate, and the teach asked me if I would be willing to move next to you, nothing like what you’re suggesting hooky~, by the way, I like the jacket”

Harry snickered, quickly grasping her hand and bringing it to his lips, making (y/n) giggle at the sensation.

“sorry, I couldn’t resist teasing such a pretty face~ and thanks, evie made it for meh, since I can't wear my long red one all the time, so she made me this one”

“Mr. Hook, Ms. Loxley, if I could begin my lesson please?”

Henry Turner, the class teacher, called out to both of you, making harry drop your hand and grin sheepishly at him.

You snickered and rolled your eyes, nodding at the teacher. He rose his brow and turned to the whiteboard.

“Alright today, we are talking about the brethren court.

Now, who can tell me the last king of the brethren court's name?”

Harry furrowed his brow, he felt like he should know this, being a pirate and all, but his brain drew a black, but in the corner of his eye, he saw (y/n)s hand shoot up.

“yes, Ms. Loxley?”

“Elizabeth Swan sir”

“good, now how is the king chosen?”

Once more (y/n)s hand shoot up, Mr. Turner pointed at her with a smile.

“they are chosen through a vote, though it usually ends in an impasse, as pirates only ever vote for themselves.”

“correct! And very educated Ms. Loxly, now how did Elizabeth become the king?...go ahead Ms. Loxley”

“Elizabeth voted for herself and jack sparrow also ended up voting for her.”

“correct! Now extra credit to who comes up here to name all the pirate lords from Elizabeth swans reign”

Mr. Turner had written on the board numbers, from 1-9.

(y/n) stood up and made her way to the whiteboard, Harry had been staring at her in awe the entire time, jaw dropped.

(y/n) quickly wrote down the names on the board, along with the areas of the sea and oceans they command over.

1. Ammand - Pirate Lord of the Black Sea

2. Hector Barbossa - Pirate Lord of the Caspian Sea

3. Chevalle - Pirate Lord of the Mediterranean Sea

4. Ching - Pirate Lord of the Pacific Ocean

5. Jocard - Pirate Lord of the Atlantic Ocean

6. Jack Sparrow - Pirate Lord of the Caribbean Sea

7. Sumbhajee Angria - Pirate Lord of the Indian Ocean

8. Elizabeth Swann - Pirate Lord of the South China Sea

9. Eduardo Villanueva - Pirate Lord of the Adriatic Sea

(y/n) grinned and tossed the marker to Mr.Turner, strutting back to her seat.

“all correct Ms.Loxley! impressive!”

As (y/n) sat down, Harry turned to her with wide eyes.

“Lassie where did yeh learn all that?!” (y/n) grinned and tapped her finger on Harry's nose, giggling.

“hehe I had a pirate phase when I was younger and I researched everything about them, and I simply retained the information after that~”

Harry snickered back, softly smiling at her in awe, this girl was just surprising him left and right.

The two chatted as class continued on, easily answering the teacher when he questioned them.

As Harry made his locker, he noticed (y/n) trailing behind him, smirking he turned around, now walking backward, licking his lips.

“now-now lassie~ do yeh like meh that much that yeh havta follow meh everywhere I go~”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and snorted, shaking her head. “no you doofus, my locker is right next to yours, that’s how I saw you being cornered by the lost boys”

Harry hummed and spun around, stopping at his locker. (y/n) stopped as well and locked hers, putting her books away as Harry grabbed his English books.

As they chatted, Happy’s son, Henry, walked up with a shy smile on his face.

“Hello, (y/n), um I was wondering if you would like to hang out today? Have some pleasant company?”

Harry caught the meaning behind the boy's words and rolled his eyes, of course, yes get the filthy pirate away from the maiden!

But once more, (y/n) surprised him.

“you’re about as subtle as a shit stain on white carpet, get lost”

Henry squeaked and bolted, figurative tail between his legs.

Harry and (y/n) glanced at each other before they burst out laughing

“HAHA oh my god lassie!!” Harry spoke through his laughter, tears spilling out of his eyes, “ yeh just continue to surprise meh! Haha!”

(y/n) chortled and winked, giving him finger guns, before turning back to her locker and digging into it for a couple of seconds before pulling back and tossing him a long blue plastic package.

Oreos. Harry smiled and nodded his thanks, (y/n) nodded back and shut her locker, backing away slightly. “I gotta go, it's my free period and the archery range is always empty at this point. See ya hook!”

“see ya, lassie!”

Harry turned and started to make his way to English class, while also opening his oreos, sticking his tongue slightly in concentration.

Looking down at the plastic packaging, he wasn’t watching where he was going and therefore didn’t see as someone walked down the hall and harshly slammed into his shoulder, Harry winced, thankfully not dropping his snack, but continued on, determined to open this dammed bag of oreos.

“filth like you should be sent back to the isle”

Harry stopped and slowly turned, his face dark.

“wha did yeh say yeh arsehole?”

Aaron, son of Esmerelda and Phoebus, stood several feet away from him glaring at Harry.  “you heard me filth’

Harry growled, but restrained himself, the vks cant fight rule was only lifted yesterday, and it only counted when they were provoked, so he turned his cheek and continued on. Ignoring the other boy's taunts.

“Hook”

Harry groaned but turned and rose his brow, “wha’?”

The tanned skinned boy sneered and glared at him, an odd glint in his eyes, “stay away from (y/n), she’s mine.”

Harry snorted and gave a sly grin, his knuckles cracking at the possessive claim. “oh really? She never mentioned yeh been the time been chilling with each other, yeh sure yer that important to her, or even on her friend?”

Aaron snarled and spit at Harrys feet. “just stay away from her pirate, you'll regret it if you don’t.”

Aaron turned and stalked away, Harry rolled his eyes, please, this boy was less intimidating than lefou’s son.

But...Harry frowned, what was concerning, was the boy's obvious obsession with (y/n).

Hearing the bell for English class ring out, he sped up into a sprint and resolved to tell Uma after school ended.

---

Later after school ended, Harry sat with Uma and Gil, doing his math homework,  gritting his teeth over a particularly hard question.

Oh wait he wanted to talk to Uma about Aaron and (y/n), lifting himself off of Gil's lap slightly, he turned to Uma.

“Uma” the teal haired black girl hummed and glanced at Harry, but the stern look on his face made her sit up from leaning on Gil's arm and realize this was going to be a serious talk between the two of them.

“Harry? What's up?”

Harry sighed and ran his hand through his fluffy brown-black hair, thinking of ways to convey his concern for (y/n).

“so I was making my way to English class and someone bumped me and said; “filth like yeh should be sent back teh the isle”.”

Gil and Uma glared at the words, Uma grit her teeth, but stopped herself from going on a rant, she could tell that wasn’t what was bothering Harry.

“well,” Gil mumbled, scratching the side of his face, “that’s a really rude thing for an Auradon kid to say isn’t it?”

Uma shrugged, at least it was just words, it wasn’t as bad as the dudes here who felt that just when a girl looked at them, the girl owed them a relationship or sex.

“nah, but that’s not all, he threatened me, over (y/n)”

That made Uma pause, “(y/n)?? as in (y/n) Loxley?”

Harry nodded and continued “aye, he claimed (y/n) was ‘his’ and told me to stay away from her and id regret it if I didn’t”

Uma took a breath, thinking over the implications of what the boy said.

“so, there is a boy who is obviously obsessed with (y/n) and probably dangerously so”

Harry and gil stared at Uma as she muttered to herself.

“alright” the two boys sat up, Uma used her captain voice, when she uses that voice, you pay attention. “im going to ask (y/n) about this, she needs to know, so maybe she can put out a report on him or something like that.”

Harry nodded and reached over from Gil's lap, sneaking some of Umas coveted soda flavored jelly beans, snickering when he narrowly avoided a slap of his hand from Uma.

Drawing back he stuffed the beans into his mouth. Giggling at Uma slapping his shoulders.

“well~ you sure look comfortable~”

Looking up, Harry saw (y/n), staring down at him, grinning down and giggling.

Harry smirked and sat up slightly, grasping (y/n)s hand “im even more relaxed now that yer here darling~”

(y/n) rolled her eyes, withdrawing her hand from Harrys and plopping down next to Uma, who offered her coveted jelly beans.

“flirt, anyway I just came by to ask if yall wanted to play some video games with me?”

“sure,” Uma nodded, before remembering that she wanted to ask (y/n) about Aaron. “one question tho,” (y/n) hummed around her jelly beans and gestured for Uma to continue “do you know of a dude named Aaron?”

(y/n) groaned and flopped on her back, “yeah I know of him, he's a fucking creep, did he threaten one of you?”

“yeah, harry”

“uggg! Im guessing he claimed me as ‘his’, next time he does that shit, smack him for me.”

(y/n) had obviously dealt with Aaron before, and was tired of his shit.

Gil, sensing the tension in the air decided to cut it with bringing up the offer (y/n) made moments before, “so video game?”

(y/n) perked up, oh yeah! She sat up and grinned at the three teen pirates, “its called super smash bros, it’s a brawling game, its super fun! Do ya guys wanna play?”

The three glanced around at each other, before (y/n)s exited grin turned to a sneaky smirk

“winner gets to smack the loser with a plate full of whipped cream~”

The three teens jumped up from their spots and quickly packed up their stuff, eagerly following (y/n) back to her room to play.

An hour and a half later, (y/n) was filling a plate Uma was holding while Gil held Harry down as he screeched.

“Uma cheated!!! She cheated!! Im not letting her smash cream on meh face let meh go Gil!!”

Gil was just laughing as you topped off the plate and Uma grabbed the can and sprayed some into her mouth, before grinning down at Harry.

“nonononon AH!”

The three of you burst out laughing as Harry's face and hair was covered in the white substance, he made as ‘eeugh’ sound as he wiped his eyes and flicked his hands to remove the cream.

“yeh all suck”

“nah” (y/n) giggled, squirting some cream onto her finger, “you agreed to the consequences of losing and you lost! Fair and square!”

“whatever” Harry mumbled as he rolled his eyes, grunting he stood up from the ground and walked into the bathroom to clean up.

“so (y/n)” Uma asked, (y/n) smiled and hummed, looking over at Uma. “how long has Aaron been acting like that?”

(y/n) rolled her eyes and huffed, “since middle school, he had this idea in his head that we were made for each other. “

Uma nodded before something came to her mind.

“one more question,” (y/n) nodded, tilting her head “why are you being so nice to us, no one else is?”

(y/n) looked down at the floor of her dorm, before staring right into Umas eyes, speaking loud enough for gil and harry to hear her.

“I guess its because I know you’ve all had a shit life, and you deserve some kindness.”

Uma stared at the (h/c) girl for a moment, before she broke her gaze and looked down at the floor.

“Um, thanks…I guess”

(y/n) smiled and bumped Umas shoulder with hers. “no problem”

A few moments of silence, other than harry using the sink int the bathroom, then (y/n) spoke up once more.

“umm, I know we've been hanging out, but I was wondering if you guys would be willing to be friends?”

Harry poked his head out of the bathroom, the whipped cream now clean from his head. The three pirates looked at each other before a smirk overcame on Umas face.

“sure, but you can only join our group if you do one thing.”

(y/n) tilted her head, raising her brow “and that is?”

Uma cackled, the boys smirking, knowing what was going to happen.

“prank mal.”

…

They thought (y/n) would deny the deal, but once again she surprised them.

A devious smirk spread on (y/n)s face, already having a million pranks going through her brain.

“deal, when do you want me to do it?”

Uma cackled, ah they found they best Auradon kid ever.

“as long as it's within the week”

“I got one already, it'll be done by tomorrow morning”

“can't wait to see what yeh do lassie~!”

--end of part 3--

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[silent-of-spirit]

Tagging @ladylike-foxes by request

Introducing a new OC (Well, not new to me... she’s been around for a long while, just never announced. New to you though!) 

This piece is heavy on the emotion, like... heavy. Also I am INSANELY proud of it and the way I was able to convey a lot of abstract concepts that I usually can’t articulate. (Also the fact I wrote at all is kind of a fucking miracle.)

Please please PLEASE let me know what you think of this. I have a LOT of feelings for these two, and if you like them, I would LOVE to write more of them and their incredibly interesting dynamic.

Trigger Warnings: PTSD, Dissociation, very brief vague mentions of suicidal thoughts, unhealthy coping mechanisms, annnnnd I think that’s it? Just wanted to be safe.

Faye Amell x Fenris - 4,870 Words

When first he meets her, he assumes she is Hawke – and looks to have been bested by a bear. She sits quietly in the foyer of the Amell Estate, hands clasped primly in her lap while Bodahn fusses over a basin of water nearby. She is caked with dirt and filth, limp branches tangled in her dark hair, and he thinks to comment on how uncharacteristic it is of her to care.

That is, until Hawke herself storms through the front door behind him, tailed closely by Anders and her brother. She greets him by way of a curt nod and breezes past, wrapping the woman he now knows as a stranger in her arms.

“Faye,” she breathes, relief and concern making the name feel heavy in the air. The woman does not react; she merely gives Hawke a blank stare that seems to be weighted with sorrow and uncertainty – as if she is not even sure the woman holding her is real. He cannot pretend to guess why.

Anders and Garrett had been huddled in some secret correspondence, but now the former stepped forward, signaling Hawke to step away. She does so, albeit reluctantly, and Fenris is left wondering why they treat this girl like a wounded animal. He watches the scene unfold in confusion, book forgotten in his grasp. He looks to Garrett, to Marian, seeking some sort of clarification – but they have eyes only for the dirty woman in their foyer and the mage who looks upon her with fondness.

It is different from the way he looks at Marian. There is no heat or reverence lingering beneath, but instead what appears to be a brotherly affection. Odd, Fenris notes, but he finds himself unable to muster the curiosity to ask why, his disdain for the man tempering any words he may have uttered.

“Well, if it isn't a lost Amell that found her way home,” Anders says. The words are gentle, careful, but hold an unmistakable familiarity. The mage offers her a warm smile – one of the few Fenris has ever witnessed from the man. “Did you finally sprout wings and fly away from that awful place, little sparrow?”

The words seem to spark something within her, turning her from placid statue to a woman with life and fire, a myriad of emotions crossing her face in the span of a breath. Confusion seems to be at the forefront – and fear – but they quickly fade as she surges from her chair and wraps her arms around Anders' neck, a choked sob tearing its way from her throat. He returns her embrace, stroking her hair while whispering soothing nothings.

Fenris again looks to the twins, questions plain in his eyes. Hawke finally meets his gaze, nodding toward the door to the library. He follows with a furrowed brow, hesitant to speak amid the strange tension hanging around them like a shroud. She closes the door behind them, leaning her head against the wood as she exhales a shaking breath. She is so rarely rattled, ever the pillar of strength and snark that keeps them all afloat. It bothers him – a strange sort of unsettling itch that rests in his mind.

“Explain,” he says, the word more clipped than he intends. He clenches his jaw against the brief flash of guilt. He does not know what is going on, and he hates not knowing.

“Our cousin,” she whispers, “We grew up together. Her parents were... unkind. She stayed with us often – became a treasured member of the family.” She turns, but does not look at him, a bitter laugh escaping her lips. “Amells are not known for their family values. One summer when we were ten she just... didn't come back. Her parents had her carted off to the Circle.” She pauses, searches his face as if gauging his reaction to yet another mage in their midst.

“She is in a sorry state,” he says instead, crossing his arms.

“I'm surprised she's not worse off, considering the circumstances,” Hawke says, brow furrowing at the blank look he gives. “Y-you don't know what happened at the Ferelden Circle Tower, do you?”

He scoffs at the question, feeling almost insulted. “I do not make it my business to keep up with the affairs of mages,” he nearly spits.

She purses her lips, giving him a sour look. “It was overrun by demons. Mentors, friends, templars – those who survived were made to bear witness to their horrifying transformations into abominations. To kill people they cared for, even while they struggled with keeping the demons out of their own minds.”

He cocks a brow. “Demons that were no doubt invited by one of their own. They were weak.” She reacts so quickly that he doesn't even have a chance to defend himself before her fist connects with his cheek with enough force to send him staggering back. The pain blossoms a moment later, leaving him breathless with its intensity. He spits a bloody glob onto the floor, eyes filled with fury and shock as he clutches his cheek.

She glares back, unrelenting even as her knuckles swell and color. “I do not argue your stance on mages, as it is justified,” she pauses, seems to take a breath meant to collect herself, “but do not dare diminish what she had to endure. The horrors she was forced to face – within and without – very likely would have broken even me. You claim to respect my strength, so let that sink in.” Her gaze would cow a lesser man – likely make them lose their bladder – and though he stands his ground, even he has to admit that he hopes never to be on the receiving end of it again.

But he is too angry – too proud – for her chastisement to fully take effect. His cheek throbs, and he feels the blood well in his mouth again.

“You should go,” she exhales, seeming to shrink in the wake of it. She moves to reach for his face, but reconsiders and draws back, pain and guilt plain in her eyes. Just as quickly, her mask snaps back into place – the one she wears to hide her vulnerability. For some reason, it hurts more than the blow she struck.

He watches her retreat into the foyer, ushering the girl toward the washroom. He sees the way she reaches for Hawke, such wonder and reverence in her gaze amid the tears. Distantly, he wonders how long it has been since she could trust her own mind. He dismisses the thought and stalks out of the house.

***

When next he meets her, she is propped against the dog in the foyer, nose in a book as Marian and Garrett discuss plans over the table. Varric is already there – as is Anders, he notes with great distaste. They all discuss their next moves, the state of the city, reports from Aveline, and through it all Faye is silent. Even when directly addressed, she responds only with a nod or shake of her head.

And it is the same over the next several months, bordering on a year. She is silent, small, and prefers to remain unacknowledged, nose always in a book.

So she startles him the first time he hears her speak. She is in the library when he arrives, scribbling something onto parchment at the desk. Hawke won't be here, he knows, away on some mission. But his empty mansion seemed to press in on him, prodding at memories and thoughts he would not have see the light just yet. Independent study, Hawke called it, with her usual cheery smirk. Gives him something to do, she said. So, here he was, leafing through books in search of something close to his skill level.

He forgets he is not alone when he huffs in displeasure at yet another manifesto hidden in the pages of Hawke's library. He lets it flutter to the ground, heart leaping to his throat at the voice that suddenly sounds behind him.

“You dislike Anders.” Her voice is whisper-soft, but with an underlying grit that tells of her long silence, throat struggling around the words as it tries to remember how to speak. He isn't expecting the melodic cant, almost resembling the tinkling of bells. Then again, he didn't expect much of anything, so used to her silence he naturally assumed she was mute.

He clears his throat, tries to quell the shock. “I dislike mages,” he corrects. He waits for her to turn, to spew vitriol and anger like Anders – or to brush his misgivings away with jokes and humor like Garrett. He expects her to react like a mage, and the last thing he expects is for her to react like Marian – solid, reasonable Marian who sees both sides, then tells everyone to stop fucking bickering, Maker have mercy. I'm surrounded by children.

But she does.

“That's understandable,” she says without ever turning around or otherwise acknowledging him at all. She continues her scribbles, and he is silent – unsure how to handle the situation. She must register his confusion, because she continues, her words sounding heavy and forced – out of practice. “You are surprised I think so?” The quill clicks as she lays it on the desk and finally turns to face him. He realizes he's never truly seen her before, nose always tucked in a book in a corner somewhere.

Why he mistook her for Hawke that first day, he doesn't know. They share only a passing resemblance. Hawke is all sharp angles and smirks, mischief forever present in the quirk of her mouth, raven hair sloppily cut close to her head and out of the way. Faye is softer, lacking the distinctive edges in her face that the Hawke twins share. Her lips do not hold the same mirth – settling in thought instead of mischief – and her raven hair falls in thick waves down her back, streaked through with thick lines of grey that don't suit her age. She is thoroughly freckled, spots lightened from the lack of sun, but still obviously present – and likely the most striking difference between the two. Though perhaps it could also be their eyes. Both the same shade of that bright Amell blue, but Hawke's are bright and fierce, resembling glittering ice and holding the same chill. Faye... hers resemble the ocean – boundless, deep, a well of emotion and memory that thoroughly unsettles him. He feels like she is peering into his very soul, and he has to fight the urge to hide from her quiet scrutiny.

Hawke watches and hears, but Faye sees and listens. He finds he does not like this revelation – doesn't... trust her, or anyone really. Marian is the one exception, and even still he has his limits.

He watches, wary, and finally remembers to answer. “Perhaps,” It is spoken so simply, but the edge is undeniable. She does not waver in the face of his distrust, merely tilts her head as she regards him.

“You have faced much anguish at our hands.”

He clenches his jaw, unbidden. Of course Hawke would talk to her family, but he finds he does not want this woman – this mage – to know. She is an unknown in a tumultuous sea that already threatens to drown him at every turn.

He hates not knowing.

At his silence, she turns back, and the scratching of her quill fills the room again as he leaves.

***

She is in the library again, and apparently tearing it apart. There are books stacked on every conceivable surface, with barely enough room between the piles on the floor to navigate. Simple perhaps, for her... tiny little thing that she is. The shelves are nearly bare, and he is both shocked at the sheer volume of pages in the room and thrilled that the shoddy organization finally seems to be receiving a solution. She does not look up when he enters, though she never does. He supposes he is the only one to visit the library regularly enough that she just assumes it is he.

“Marian left a book for you by the fireplace,” she says. Her voice is stronger now, more practiced in the months since she first spoke. The gentle melody of it is soothing in a way, though that can be said for her entire countenance. There is nothing brash about the woman. She always seems to carry a quiet serenity that he envies. He burns hot and fast, quick to anger, quick to retaliation, ever seeking control. Hers seems as effortless as a stream – gentle and ever flowing, impossible to provoke.

But beneath it she seems hollow and fragile as cracked glass. He knows it to be there, having seen the same in himself. Fear drives them forward, keeps them alive, but it also keeps them from living.

He hates that he can see their similarities. It seethes beneath his skin, forms into anger; anger at her, at Danarius, at Tevinter and magisters and mages and circles and his Maker-damned life. He burns with it.

“We are nothing alike,” he hisses, seeking a reaction, something, anything that will allow him to lash out – to feel something – anything besides fear and uncertainty.

She does not even look at him.

“Are we not?” Her voice is level... unafraid of his fury. She continues cataloging, as casual as if they are speaking of the weather instead of the storm that threatens to break from him.

Anger... anger is easy. It can be used, controlled, molded to purpose. He craves the burn of it – craves the way it buries his fear, even if only for a time. He wants this, and she simply carries on as though it does not even matter. He wants to scream, to hit, to destroy, but he feels his anger slipping from grasp in the face of her ineffable calm. What reaction could he get? She would give him nothing.

Nothing.

“We are both slaves, Fenris. We may be borne of different masters, but the chains that bind us are the same.” He meets her eyes for only the briefest moment, but that is all it takes to see everything. The emotions she carries, the fears, the doubts, the horrors, the memories... what he sees is a direct reflection of the tumult that rages inside him also.

He doesn't want it – want this – common ground with a woman he can barely tolerate, and most definitely doesn't trust. He shakes his head and denies the camaraderie she offers, quashing the rising feeling in his chest that tells him he does not have to suffer through this alone. Alone is what he does best. Alone is where he is safe. No one can see the pain that haunts him. To allow them would be to dig his own grave.

Not even Marian knows the depths of his damage. His best friend knows nothing and this... this mage presumes to offer him solace.

Faye, a distant part of his mind gently corrects. He quashes that too.

Her face does not change as he leaves, but he knows how empty she feels. He doesn't want to.

***

Another year wanes, and Hawke's library, that mage, begin to become permanent fixtures in his life. He finds he prefers the days she is at Anders' clinic, away from her prying eyes that see too much. He revels in that quiet solitude, and yet at the same time he notices her absence in a way that confuses and infuriates him. He can count on one hand the amount of times they have spoken in this last year – since that day his anger failed him.

She never pressed, seeming as content in her silence as he, but occasionally he would walk through those doors, and she would be waiting with a book in hand. She would hold it out for him to take without a word, the intent clear in what remained unsaid.

I think you'll enjoy this.

And he would take it with a strange sense of begrudging gratitude, settling into the chair he claimed as his own. She seemed to be the only one in his circle who did not push him to speak or act, but merely let him be... and the comfort he found in that simplicity terrified him. They would sit in their opposite ends of the room and lose themselves in the words that danced across the pages, and occasionally she would write, the scratching of her quill as she modified Hawke's replies to correspondences or worked in a battered journal the only reminder of her presence with him.

He didn't – doesn't – like it, the feeling that settles into his bones. He cannot find a name for it, but it is unnerving, the way it stirs.

He begins to notice how uneasy her serenity truly is – sees how she uses it to hide from herself. An errant thought months ago made him wonder if she was tranquil, so many of her mannerisms reminiscent of the few tranquil he met. He sees now that it is an effort on her part, not to feel. He sees the way she tries to train herself to imitate it, to block out the world, to block out her heart and mind and commit with single-minded focus on whatever was requested of her. He wonders if she truly desires tranquility, and feels something stir at the thought. Do her demons torment her so?

He hates not knowing, but when it comes to her, all he wishes is to never see deeper – to never know what the depths of her soul hold. With her, he doesn't want to know.

But that tiny niggling part of his mind that seems to only react insofar as she is concerned tells him that he does. He doesn't like it. Her. It. This.

***

Another year passes, and he finds something that resembles contentment. He tries not to delve deeper, ignores the writhing mass just beneath it. There is routine. He goes on missions with Hawke, allows his rage to cleanse itself with every body he cuts aside, he plays cards at the Hanged Man and drinks too much and laughs, but it is always hollow. He finds himself in Hawke's library more and more often, unable to fight the draw he feels to the woman who practically lives on those shelves.

He hates that.

He ghosts through the days, waiting, seeking, coming up empty, even his rage unable to fill the void that yawns within him any longer. He has buried his hurt and his fear, refusing to look upon them. He is numb.

And when finally - at long last – he plunges his fist into Danarius' chest and clutches his still beating heart... he feels nothing. He has wanted this  far longer than he can remember. He should be elated... he is free.

But he isn't, and he feels nothing as he stares at the organ in his palm.

He doesn't like it.

His allies celebrate his freedom all around him with drinks and wild cheers, and the Hanged Man is bustling with life and noise but as he stares into his mug, there is nothing.

Nothing.

Nothing.

He falls into Hawke's bed seeking release, connection, something he does not have a name for, but he does not find it. He loses himself in her body, in that moment, and then so suddenly he remembers, and the pain that rips through him makes him long for that numbness again. Marian is confused and hurt, but he leaves anyway, unable to face what she had awoken. He tells himself it would have been crueler still to stay, to let her believe he feels something for her that does not really exist.

The darker voice tells him that using her was the most cruel of all.

He allows it to tear at him, allows the anger and fear and pain back in, and he screams. He destroys what little remains in Danarius' – his – mansion but finds no relief. He cannot bring himself to go to Hawke's home, cannot face his guilt at what he had done. He lets the pain rip him apart over and over and over again, agonizing over what he saw, what he knew, what he believed, what he lived. He welcomes it, and yet even after denying its existence for so long, the release of it does nothing to soothe his soul.

He wastes the passing days in his mansion, screams, allows his rage to blind him. He keeps asking himself why, why, why. Why can he not heal? Why can he not move forward? What is the point of this hollow existence, void of genuine connection and feeling. He is so angry.

And he is numb.

He doesn't know how to face the demons that plague him, buried now so deeply he wonders if he will ever be able to dig them out. He doesn't know how to allow the breaking of his walls, how to shatter through the forged steel they have become. He buried everything for so long as he ran, and now that it was finally over, now that he was free, he was unable to dismantle his own defenses. He is still a slave, bound by chains of his own making and he hates it.

He is hiding and he knows it, ignoring the persistent knocks at his door because how can he explain to people who will never know how he suffers?

No one knows how he suffers... save one.

He is restless, pacing for hours as he tries to decipher the need inside that he can't name, aware only of the aching loneliness that plagues his steps. He curses, throws a bottle at the wall, finds no pleasure in how it shatters, and finds his feet leading him down a familiar path of their own accord. He pauses before the door of the Amell Estate, cursing himself for ending up here, wonders how to answer the questions he know he will be hounded with. He almost turns, but his body seems to act on its own, chasing a need that he could not find. He watches as though at a great distance as his hand reaches and raps thrice. It opens immediately, Hawke standing on the other side with a look that suggests she had simply been waiting for him to knock.

A lump rises in his throat, and he can't breathe, can't think, he can't, and he doesn't know how to respond when she simply wraps him in her arms. But his eyes catch movement over her shoulder, and he raises his gaze to meet one of striking blue, deep and boundless as the sea. In her eyes he sees it...

Understanding, true and pure, the kind only one who has suffered as he has could ever give.

Somewhere within him he feels that wall crack, and it is enough to flood him with feeling – anger, sadness, fear, hopelessness, loneliness – and he finds that he can answer all of Hawke's questions, steeled by a force he never knew he needed, found in the person he least expected.

He finds that Hawke is not hurt by the circumstances of his parting, says she knows it would never go further, that she is in love with Anders – and he feels biting relief at the knowledge of it, so stark and profound – a keen reminder of how long he had not felt anything of the sort. She is hurt that he stayed away, she says. She was ill with worry, and when her questions threaten to overwhelm him, he finds her eyes. They anchor him and hold him steady, give him the strength he needs to respond in a way that Hawke could understand. He cannot tell her everything – doesn't want or need her pity and the confusion his words would cause. He cannot understand what roils within him, much less attempt to find the words to describe what he feels. Feels. So long he had been numb, that just this crack that allowed emotion to trickle threatens to consume him. He is tempted to seal it back, to revert to safety and familiarity, but again he looks to Faye and remembers the different sort of hell that lack of feeling had prompted.

He doesn't understand the hold she has over him, the way she can save him from drowning with just a glance, the comfort, the relief he finds he has been lacking. And looking at her, he realizes for the first time since his self-inflicted isolation that he does not feel lonely.

It is terrifying.

And more terrifying still when Hawke comes pounding on his door in the dead of night, eyes wild and scared.

“She's gone,” The words are barely out of her mouth before he is through the door.

“What happened?” He cannot hide the urgency in his tone, struggles with the residual confusion it leaves in his mind. He is panicked, unsure, something tugging inside of him with an insistence that leaves him breathless.

“Demons found a way into the house. We killed them, but they seemed to trigger something in her and she bolted. I don't know what to... I can't-” Her voice is tinged with desperation, tears welling in her eyes. He stops and grabs her by the shoulders, turning her to face him.

“We will find her,” And he says it with such conviction that the panic bleeds from her face, replaced with something like realization. He doesn't know what to make of it. She says nothing, but pulls away and runs toward the road to Lowtown. He watches her go, turning the moment she is out of sight. He ignores the thunder that rumbles ominously above, letting his feet take him to where he knows she will be.

Faye.

He doesn't recognize the feeling that swells in his chest, coupled though it is with fear. It is unsettling, though not unfamiliar. So often he had felt it in these last years, inexplicably drawing him to the mystifying woman who has ensnared his mind so completely. It was but an itch before - so long ago he can hardly remember – but now it tears through him like wildfire, threatening to consume him in the blaze.

I'm coming.

He does not heed the rain, ignoring the way it plasters his hair and clothes to his skin. She is alone. She is alone and breaking without knowing how to do so. He remembers the torture of it – how he almost ended himself simply to escape the pain of needing release and not being able to find it. He remembers how he could not crack that wall on his own – he needed her. Her understanding, her pain, her acute knowledge of the exact torment that plagued him. She gave him strength, allowed him to see that he was not alone in a world that seemed so very empty. With a single look, she reminded him how to feel, that he did not have to struggle alone. He doesn't have to. She doesn't have to.

And the fire blazes. He knows it's not real, but he swears it is guiding him, leading him, pushing him to her – the only other soul who can truly understand his battered heart, and the pain and fear that so damaged it. He can feel her.

He is rounding a hedge in the Chantry gardens, and there she is, tucked in a dark corner in hysterics. He doesn't pause, doesn't breathe, doesn't dare to think, simply moves until he is falling to his knees before her, pulling her into his embrace. She clutches him desperately, shaking and sobbing in his arms. He pulls her closer still, closing his eyes as he rests his chin on her head. His heart is pounding; he feels dizzy and sick but she's safe.

She is safe.

Somehow that is all that matters.

She is all that matters.

“I'm here,” he manages to say, choked though he is with emotion. He smooths his hand over her hair, presses his lips to her head. “You are safe. You can let go.”

And she does.

As she shatters in his arms, he feels that wall crack again. All at once he knows. He knows he can heal. He knows she can too. A day at a time, brick by brick, they can dismantle the walls that keep them trapped. He knows it will take time and pain – it would mean facing down the darkness and memories that torment them – but she is here, in his arms.

And that is all that matters. He can face the coming storm.

That's when he realizes what that consuming fire truly is – but he is no longer afraid.

[anotherinternettrash]

Prompts

Angst

“Not you again.. ”

“Leave me alone. ”

“I don’t love you anymore. ”

“Why do you hate me? ”

“I thought you loved me. ”

“I don’t need you anymore. ”

“I can’t believe you! ”

“We cant keep this up forever. ”

“You’re a monster. ”

“I hate you. ”

“Don’t leave me… ”

“You’re a disappointment. ”

“Don’t die on me– Please. ”

“I never meant to hurt you. ”

“Are you upset with me? ”

“I wish I’d never met you. ”

“I’m going to kill you! ”

“Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

“Thanks for nothing. ”

“Give me a chance ”

“Don't call this number again. “

“Why did you spare me? ”

“You need to leave. ”

“I’m sick. ”

“I’m dying. ”

“I wish I’d never met you. ”

“I thought we were family!”

“There was never an us. ”

“So that’s it? Is it over? ”

“I fucked up. ”

“I came to say goodbye. ”

“He’s dead because of you. ”

“I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

“About the baby… It's yours. ”

Love:

“I’m so in love with you. ”

“Dance with me! ”

“Isn’t this amazing? ”

“I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

“Will you marry me? ”

“I need a hug. ”

“You’re special to me. ”

“I’m going to keep you safe. ”

“Do you trust me? ”

“Can I kiss you right now? ”

“You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

“I’ve liked you for a while now. ”

“We’d make such a cute couple. ”

“I want to take care of you. ”

“Can we cuddle? ”

“It’s lonely here without you. ”

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

“Shut up and kiss me already. ”

“Are you flirting with me? ”

“Is that my shirt? ”

“How did we get here? ”

“You own my heart. ”

“I want to protect you. ”

“Whats the matter? ”

“You’re so beautiful. ”

“Stop being so cute. ”

“You’re teasing me again… ”

“This is why I fell in love with you. ”

“You’re the best! ”

“They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

“Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

“Of course I remembered! ”

“Are you jealous? ”

“Hold me and never let me go. ”

“Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

“Let's run away together. ”

General:

“I’m fine. ”

“Are you drunk? ”

“Are you high? ”

“We cant go in there… ”

“Give it back! ”

“Well, this is just great. ”

“Don’t touch me. ”

“Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

“This was fun— Let's do it again sometime!”

“I didn’t do it! ”

“I did it… ”

“I don’t remember that! ”

“Well, that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

“Get that thing away from me! ”

“You owe me. ”

“Do you believe in aliens? ”

“Do you believe in ghosts? ”

“Are you hitting on me? ”

“Why are you naked? ”

“You did what?! ”

“You have… Superpowers? ”

“Why are you bleeding? ”

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

“Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

“That wasn’t funny. ”

“This tastes horrible. ”

“This is delicious! ”

“Are you mad at me? ”

“Stop ignoring me… ”

“I love that show too! ”

“Can I borrow that book of yours?”

“Let's blow this joint. ”

“Let me help you with that. ”

“Take that back! ”

“Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

“No way, that’s so lame. ”

“What are you listening to? ”

“ I brought you your coffee. ”

“Don’t fuck this up. ”

“Run! ”

“Let's run away together. ”

“I haven’t slept in four days… ”

“Your turn to do the dishes. ”

“Was I really that drunk? ”

“Was I really that stoned? ”

“Give me back my phone! ”

“You’re an asshole. ”

“Are you cold? ”

“This place gives me the creeps. ”

“I swear my house is haunted. ”

“Did you hear that? ”

“It’s just your imagination. ”

“Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

“Stop being such a baby. ”

“Go back to bed. ”

“Are you okay? ”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Thanks for helping me back there. ”

“Since when have we ever been friends? ”

“What on earth are you wearing? ”

“I can’t feel my legs! ”

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

“Put me down! ”

“There’s only one bed… ”

“It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

“How did I lose it? ”

“I read your diary. ”

“This is awkward. ”

“Didn’t you read the sign? ”

“Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts.  Sexual:

“Bite me.”

“Make me.”

“Fuck me.”

“Stop teasing me so much… ”

“Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

“Okay... This is new. ”

“Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

“You’re in trouble now. ”

“What a pretty sight. ”

“Bend over. ”

“On your knees. ”

“The food looks great but... There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.

“Lay back. ”

“Take off your clothes. ”

“Well, fine; just this once. ”

“I’m waiting. ”

“You’re so beautiful. ”

“As you wish. ”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me. ”

“If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”

“I've wanted this for so long. ”

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies. ”

“Can I touch you? ”

“No strings attached. ”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

“Mine. ”

“The nights still young. ”

“We cant do that here! ”

“Behave. ”

“What did you just say?

“Come here. ”

Random ones I had in a draft (i dont know where they are from)

“Stop moaning you big baby”

“Stop winking”

“Why did you have to be a smart person?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

“Why the hell are you drinking. At this hour?”

“Take. A. God. Damn. Break.”

“Shit, I'm sorry”

“How did you manage to be this stupid?”

“Your hair is so soft”

“Sorry. I just got lost in your eye’s”

“What are you writing about?”

“I love you”

“Is that my t-shirt?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“Please say something…”

“That's a stupid rule”

“How are you so pretty?”

“What the fuck?”

“You wanna go!?”

“Even the best fall down sometimes”

“You and i. We’ll be alright”

“What are you even saying?”

“Do that again”

“Please don’t”

“Hold me back!?”

“Oh its on”

“How are you so tall?”

“Not in that drawer!!”

“Don't touch that”

“I'm always going to be here”

“Help me up asshole”

“I'll show you where my shoe fits!

“Don't tell me to shut up”

“Don't dare touch me.”

“Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment!?”

“Don't you know how to clean?”

“Why so flirty all of a sudden?”

“Is that the best you can do?”

“Don't you dare throw that snowball-OKAY THATS IT!”

“I'm a little drunk on you”

“I touched the butt…”

“It's too cold! Come back”

“No. I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get up”

“C'mere, you can sit in my lap till I'm done working”

“I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention”

“Just pretend to be my date”

“I think I'm in love with you. And I'm absolutely terrified”

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day”

“It's not bad to cry. In fact, i think it makes a person stronger”

“I remember practising asking you out in the mirrior..”

“Let’s just stay in bed”

“We live together, you can’t blame anyone else for this.”

“I want to marry you”

“I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water”

“You lost your chance.”

“Don't look at me like that”

“Pack your shit and go. Get out of my sight.”

“I don't want to live in a broken home.”

“I cant do this anymore. Not with you.”

“I tried to move on but nobody is you.”

“Please take me back.”

“Maybe I'm meant to be alone.”

“I fell like everyone has forgotten me. Like I don't exist.”

“I've been alone for so long…”

“I can’t belive you’d do this to me.”

“What about me!? Did you ever think of that?!”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I'm going to skip the "how?” And “why?” And go straight to your cleaning this up.“

“Sorry I'm rambling” “it’s okay. I like hearing you talk”

“You were supposed to be my forever”

“Pfft. the stars have nothing on your eye’s”

“I'm mad at you because I love you.”

“The heater broke and I'm freezing, can I sleep with you?”

“hear cuddling helps you sleep better, wanna try it out?”

“Are you eating a jar of Nutella in one sitting?” “I have problems. Leave me be”

“If you insist”

“Thank you kind sir” “your welcome m'lady”

“Seriously?”

“I hate you.”

“Stop being cheesy.”

“I’ll slap you.”

“You know what! I love you. I fucking love you okay!?”

“Could you help me”

“Fuck off.”

“You lied.”

“You think that I'm going to forgive you after all you put me through?”

“You broke what?!”

“It's not nearly as bad as it looks, Darling”

“Frankly I couldn’t care less.”

“I don’t know where she gets it from”

“Bring that pretty little butt over here”

“We have to pretend to be married”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“At what point did you think this was a good idea?!”

“You had me at ‘free pizza”

“Why are you always pushing me away?”

“How did you even get that up there?!”

“You’re evil”

“The sign said not to push the button, so naturally I had to push it”

“That came out wrong”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

“I just came to dance”

“You know my name?!”

“Oh, you beautiful weirdo”

“How bout dat!”

“I've never felt this way about anyone before…and it scares the crap out of me”

“None of this makes sense”

“You have a wicked sense of humour”

“I won’t let you fall.”

“Do you remember me? We were only 15”

“Your voice is like a melody, I could listen to you all day”

“I'm your’s”

“I'm only human!”

“Must be love on the brain”

“What do you want from me?!”

“Don’t mind if I do”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“Dork”

“Asshole”

“Ah, but I am cute”

“You will forever remember this as the day you nearly caught captain jack sparrow.”

“You did all this for me?!”

“What ate you afraid of?”

“What the hell was that?”

“Well the powers out”

“What now”

“Well. This sucks.”

“Awkward”

“May I have this dance?”

“Hand’s and eye’s off mate.”

“She’s mine.”

“Don’t freak out….but I think we got married last night.”

“Somebody is in love”

“You what?!”

“Did I stutter?!!”

“Fuck you.” “Please do.”

“I can’t wait to grow old with you”

“Why are you covered in mud?”

“You take one more step towards me and I will knock you off your ass.”

“Let him go. It’s me you want”

“Don't deny it.”

“Okay. This is seriously creeping me out”

“We have to find a way to make this work.”

“Is that…my picture on your wallet/ home screen?”

“If he asked. I’d be his”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wanna bet?!”

“Pfft. Hold my beer.”

“Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”

“Kiss me.”

“Marry me?”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Please…dont do this…”

“I love you….”

“Is it really you?!”

“I’ve missed you”

“Boo.”

“Have you seen the- oh…”

“Shit.”

“Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 am to go and get ice-cream?!”

“Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”

“The only thing I want is you.”

“Are you ticklish?”

“PILLOW FIGHT!!!”

“Fight me”

“I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

“I need you to pretend we’re dating…”

“I'm not leaving you.”

“Please…let me go.”

“You weren’t even going to say goodbye. Were you?”

“I'm hopelessly in love with you.”

“I bet I can make you scream my name”

“Pervert!”

“Childish. That's all you are.”

“I love you a lot. But stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck”

“If you shove cake in my face. This will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

“I bet its a girl/boy”

“IF YOU USE ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM BANISHING YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort. Not me”

“Your dad is really excited to see you soon…it's driving me crazy”

“Are you drunk?”

“I'm flirting with you”

“I had to see you again”

“I can't wait to meet you”

“literally everything about this is illegal.”

“you just want attention, you don’t want my heart.”

“you just want to make sure I’m never getting over you.”

“I can’t quit you.”

“I know I just spit blood all over you, and this is a really bad time but I have to tell you something.”

“there’s something you should know, in case I don’t come back.”

“I thought you forgot about me.” “never.”

“was that supposed to hurt me?”

“Maybe I should stop and start confessing.”

“it’s okay, I didn’t expect you to love me.”

“I trusted you!” “that was your first mistake, you're second, falling in love with me.”

“I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan okay!"

“well, unfortunately, the best of the best was unavailable so we got the best of the mediocre.”

“you just hate the thought of me with someone new.”

“you shouldn’t be so trusting darling, the world is a dangerous place.” “you don’t scare me.” “I should.”

“oh god, you’re in love with him.”

“I don’t want to die.” “I won’t let you, if you die, I do too.”

“how long have you been standing there?” “longer than you’d imagine.”

“I am the one that listens when the line is dead.”

“that has got to be the lamest pick-up line in existence.” “Oh, honey that was just plan A.” “okay then what’s plan B?” “take you, hostage, duh.”

“they’re afraid of me. I don’t blame them, I’m afraid of me too.” “I’m not.”

“well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “we’re in a jail cell?” “oh for the love of god I was being sarcastic!”

“I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.”

“A small fire, my exact words were set a small fire, this is not small!”

“you know I can kill you right?” “I’m already dead.”

“what do you mean work with him? He tried to kill me. Twice actually.”

“If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter.”

“I always knew it was you.”

“she doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.”

“I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m a terrible liar.”

“am I going to regret this?” “probably.”

“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken, so please don’t make anymore.”

“I’d take a bullet for you, I told you that before.” “except you’ll heal, and if you tell me one more time, I’m going to be the one pulling the trigger.”

“wow can we pretend for one second that you’re not a complete douchebag?”

“you’ve got to believe me.” “sorry I tend to not believe compulsive liars.”

“shut up.” “but I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care shut up.”

“uh, you have blood on your shirt.” “I suppose I do.” “You don’t just go nowhere and get blood on your shirt.”

“just take a deep breath or something.” “take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out, and you want me to take a deep breath?”

“I’ll be there for you, but you gotta be there for me too.“

"So I uh notice you’re kind of naked, is that intentional or..”

[anabundanceoftrash]

(nearly) 400 Prompts

Angst

“Not you again.. ”

“Leave me alone. ”

“I don’t love you anymore. ”

“Why do you hate me? ”

“I thought you loved me. ”

“I don’t need you anymore. ”

“I can’t believe you! ”

“We cant keep this up forever. ”

“You’re a monster. ”

“I hate you. ”

“Don’t leave me… ”

“You’re a disappointment. ”

“Don’t die on me– Please. ”

“I never meant to hurt you. ”

“Are you upset with me? ”

“I wish I’d never met you. ”

“I’m going to kill you! ”

“Please don’t hurt me like this. ”

“Thanks for nothing. ”

“Give me a chance ”

“Don't call this number again. “

“Why did you spare me? ”

“You need to leave. ”

“I’m sick. ”

“I’m dying. ”

“I wish I’d never met you. ”

“I thought we were family!”

“There was never an us. ”

“So that’s it? Is it over? ”

“I fucked up. ”

“I came to say goodbye. ”

“He’s dead because of you. ”

“I don’t deserve to be loved. ”

“About the baby… It's yours. ”

Love:

“I’m so in love with you. ”

“Dance with me! ”

“Isn’t this amazing? ”

“I wish we could stay like this forever. ”

“Will you marry me? ”

“I need a hug. ”

“You’re special to me. ”

“I’m going to keep you safe. ”

“Do you trust me? ”

“Can I kiss you right now? ”

“You’re cute when you’re angry. ”

“I’ve liked you for a while now. ”

“We’d make such a cute couple. ”

“I want to take care of you. ”

“Can we cuddle? ”

“It’s lonely here without you. ”

“I can’t stand the thought of losing you. ”

“Shut up and kiss me already. ”

“Are you flirting with me? ”

“Is that my shirt? ”

“How did we get here? ”

“You own my heart. ”

“I want to protect you. ”

“Whats the matter? ”

“You’re so beautiful. ”

“Stop being so cute. ”

“You’re teasing me again… ”

“This is why I fell in love with you. ”

“You’re the best! ”

“They’re going to love you, don’t worry! ”

“Oh, Are you ticklish? ”

“Of course I remembered! ”

“Are you jealous? ”

“Hold me and never let me go. ”

“Stop hogging all the blankets! ”

“Let's run away together. ”

General:

“I’m fine. ”

“Are you drunk? ”

“Are you high? ”

“We cant go in there… ”

“Give it back! ”

“Well, this is just great. ”

“Don’t touch me. ”

“Not sure if you could tell, but I’m not exactly a people person. ”

“This was fun— Let's do it again sometime!”

“I didn’t do it! ”

“I did it… ”

“I don’t remember that! ”

“Well, that’s pretty rude of you to say. ”

“Get that thing away from me! ”

“You owe me. ”

“Do you believe in aliens? ”

“Do you believe in ghosts? ”

“Are you hitting on me? ”

“Why are you naked? ”

“You did what?! ”

“You have… Superpowers? ”

“Why are you bleeding? ”

“Where did all these puppies come from?”

“Don’t make me come over there myself! ”

“That wasn’t funny. ”

“This tastes horrible. ”

“This is delicious! ”

“Are you mad at me? ”

“Stop ignoring me… ”

“I love that show too! ”

“Can I borrow that book of yours?”

“Let's blow this joint. ”

“Let me help you with that. ”

“Take that back! ”

“Wanna go see a movie with me? ”

“No way, that’s so lame. ”

“What are you listening to? ”

“ I brought you your coffee. ”

“Don’t fuck this up. ”

“Run! ”

“Let's run away together. ”

“I haven’t slept in four days… ”

“Your turn to do the dishes. ”

“Was I really that drunk? ”

“Was I really that stoned? ”

“Give me back my phone! ”

“You’re an asshole. ”

“Are you cold? ”

“This place gives me the creeps. ”

“I swear my house is haunted. ”

“Did you hear that? ”

“It’s just your imagination. ”

“Just how stupid do you think I am? ”

“Stop being such a baby. ”

“Go back to bed. ”

“Are you okay? ”

“I can take care of myself just fine.”

“Thanks for helping me back there. ”

“Since when have we ever been friends? ”

“What on earth are you wearing? ”

“I can’t feel my legs! ”

“Stop texting me weird stuff so late at night. ”

“Put me down! ”

“There’s only one bed… ”

“It isn’t what it looks like! Okay.. Maybe it is… ”

“How did I lose it? ”

“I read your diary. ”

“This is awkward. ”

“Didn’t you read the sign? ”

“Do you think you can teach me that? ”

Below is NSFW prompts. Sexual:

“Bite me.”

“Make me.”

“Fuck me.”

“Stop teasing me so much… ”

“Do you like it when I touch you like that?”

“Okay... This is new. ”

“Want to head back to my place and have a little fun? ”

“You’re in trouble now. ”

“What a pretty sight. ”

“Bend over. ”

“On your knees. ”

“The food looks great but... There’s something much more delicious I’d like to eat right now.

“Lay back. ”

“Take off your clothes. ”

“Well, fine; just this once. ”

“I’m waiting. ”

“You’re so beautiful. ”

“As you wish. ”

“First one to make a noise loses.”

“You have no idea what you do to me. ”

“If you’re bored; Wanna have sex? ”

“I've wanted this for so long. ”

“Car sex looks so much easier in the movies. ”

“Can I touch you? ”

“No strings attached. ”

“Already? Do I really have that much of an effect on you? ”

“Mine. ”

“The nights still young. ”

“We cant do that here! ”

“Behave. ”

“What did you just say?

“Come here. ”

Random ones I had in a draft (i dont know where they are from)

“Stop moaning you big baby”

“Stop winking”

“Why did you have to be a smart person?”

“You’ve got to be kidding me”

“Why the hell are you drinking. At this hour?”

“Take. A. God. Damn. Break.”

“Shit, I'm sorry”

“How did you manage to be this stupid?”

“Your hair is so soft”

“Sorry. I just got lost in your eye’s”

“What are you writing about?”

“I love you”

“Is that my t-shirt?”

“Please don’t leave me”

“Please say something…”

“That's a stupid rule”

“How are you so pretty?”

“What the fuck?”

“You wanna go!?”

“Even the best fall down sometimes”

“You and i. We’ll be alright”

“What are you even saying?”

“Do that again”

“Please don’t”

“Hold me back!?”

“Oh its on”

“How are you so tall?”

“Not in that drawer!!”

“Don't touch that”

“I'm always going to be here”

“Help me up asshole”

“I'll show you where my shoe fits!

“Don't tell me to shut up”

“Don't dare touch me.”

“Could you kindly get the fuck away from me for a moment!?”

“Don't you know how to clean?”

“Why so flirty all of a sudden?”

“Is that the best you can do?”

“Don't you dare throw that snowball-OKAY THATS IT!”

“I'm a little drunk on you”

“I touched the butt…”

“It's too cold! Come back”

“No. I'm not letting you go. It's too early to get up”

“C'mere, you can sit in my lap till I'm done working”

“I'm not going to stop poking you until you give me some attention”

“Just pretend to be my date”

“I think I'm in love with you. And I'm absolutely terrified”

“Your lips are so soft. I could kiss them all day”

“It's not bad to cry. In fact, i think it makes a person stronger”

“I remember practising asking you out in the mirrior..”

“Let’s just stay in bed”

“We live together, you can’t blame anyone else for this.”

“I want to marry you”

“I want to take a shower so you should probably join me. It’ll save water”

“You lost your chance.”

“Don't look at me like that”

“Pack your shit and go. Get out of my sight.”

“I don't want to live in a broken home.”

“I cant do this anymore. Not with you.”

“I tried to move on but nobody is you.”

“Please take me back.”

“Maybe I'm meant to be alone.”

“I fell like everyone has forgotten me. Like I don't exist.”

“I've been alone for so long…”

“I can’t belive you’d do this to me.”

“What about me!? Did you ever think of that?!”

“Did you think I wouldn’t find out?”

“I'm going to skip the "how?” And “why?” And go straight to your cleaning this up.“

“Sorry I'm rambling” “it’s okay. I like hearing you talk”

“You were supposed to be my forever”

“Pfft. the stars have nothing on your eye’s”

“I'm mad at you because I love you.”

“The heater broke and I'm freezing, can I sleep with you?”

“hear cuddling helps you sleep better, wanna try it out?”

“Are you eating a jar of Nutella in one sitting?” “I have problems. Leave me be”

“If you insist”

“Thank you kind sir” “your welcome m'lady”

“Seriously?”

“I hate you.”

“Stop being cheesy.”

“I’ll slap you.”

“You know what! I love you. I fucking love you okay!?”

“Could you help me”

“Fuck off.”

“You lied.”

“You think that I'm going to forgive you after all you put me through?”

“You broke what?!”

“It's not nearly as bad as it looks, Darling”

“Frankly I couldn’t care less.”

“I don’t know where she gets it from”

“Bring that pretty little butt over here”

“We have to pretend to be married”

“Why are you dressed like that?”

“At what point did you think this was a good idea?!”

“You had me at ‘free pizza”

“Why are you always pushing me away?”

“How did you even get that up there?!”

“You’re evil”

“The sign said not to push the button, so naturally I had to push it”

“That came out wrong”

“I think you’re just afraid to be happy.”

“I just came to dance”

“You know my name?!”

“Oh, you beautiful weirdo”

“How bout dat!”

“I've never felt this way about anyone before…and it scares the crap out of me”

“None of this makes sense”

“You have a wicked sense of humour”

“I won’t let you fall.”

“Do you remember me? We were only 15”

“Your voice is like a melody, I could listen to you all day”

“I'm your’s”

“I'm only human!”

“Must be love on the brain”

“What do you want from me?!”

“Don’t mind if I do”

“Shut up and kiss me”

“Dork”

“Asshole”

“Ah, but I am cute”

“You will forever remember this as the day you nearly caught captain jack sparrow.”

“You did all this for me?!”

“What ate you afraid of?”

“What the hell was that?”

“Well the powers out”

“What now”

“Well. This sucks.”

“Awkward”

“May I have this dance?”

“Hand’s and eye’s off mate.”

“She’s mine.”

“Don’t freak out….but I think we got married last night.”

“Somebody is in love”

“You what?!”

“Did I stutter?!!”

“Fuck you.” “Please do.”

“I can’t wait to grow old with you”

“Why are you covered in mud?”

“You take one more step towards me and I will knock you off your ass.”

“Let him go. It’s me you want”

“Don't deny it.”

“Okay. This is seriously creeping me out”

“We have to find a way to make this work.”

“Is that…my picture on your wallet/ home screen?”

“If he asked. I’d be his”

“Come over here and make me.”

“Wanna bet?!”

“Pfft. Hold my beer.”

“Is there a reason why you’re naked in my bed?”

“Kiss me.”

“Marry me?”

“I wish I could hate you.”

“You heard me. Take. It. Off.”

“Please…dont do this…”

“I love you….”

“Is it really you?!”

“I’ve missed you”

“Boo.”

“Have you seen the- oh…”

“Shit.”

“Who crawls through someone’s window at 4 am to go and get ice-cream?!”

“Our first date is a picnic on a beach under the stars? Have you swallowed a romance novel? Do I need to call a doctor?”

“The only thing I want is you.”

“Are you ticklish?”

“PILLOW FIGHT!!!”

“Fight me”

“I will knock you on your ass if you even think about it.”

“I need you to pretend we’re dating…”

“I'm not leaving you.”

“Please…let me go.”

“You weren’t even going to say goodbye. Were you?”

“I'm hopelessly in love with you.”

“I bet I can make you scream my name”

“Pervert!”

“Childish. That's all you are.”

“I love you a lot. But stop trying to cook me dinner. You suck”

“If you shove cake in my face. This will be the worst wedding night of your life.”

“I bet its a girl/boy”

“IF YOU USE ALL THE HOT WATER ONE MORE TIME IM BANISHING YOU TO THE COUCH FOR A MONTH”

“Our kid is totally the one who wanted to build a pillow fort. Not me”

“Your dad is really excited to see you soon…it's driving me crazy”

“Are you drunk?”

“I'm flirting with you”

“I had to see you again”

“I can't wait to meet you”

“literally everything about this is illegal.”

“you just want attention, you don’t want my heart.”

“you just want to make sure I’m never getting over you.”

“I can’t quit you.”

“I know I just spit blood all over you, and this is a really bad time but I have to tell you something.”

“there’s something you should know, in case I don’t come back.”

“I thought you forgot about me.” “never.”

“was that supposed to hurt me?”

“Maybe I should stop and start confessing.”

“it’s okay, I didn’t expect you to love me.”

“I trusted you!” “that was your first mistake, you're second, falling in love with me.”

“I have a plan.” “Is it a good one?” “I have a plan okay!"

“well, unfortunately, the best of the best was unavailable so we got the best of the mediocre.”

“you just hate the thought of me with someone new.”

“you shouldn’t be so trusting darling, the world is a dangerous place.” “you don’t scare me.” “I should.”

“oh god, you’re in love with him.”

“I don’t want to die.” “I won’t let you, if you die, I do too.”

“how long have you been standing there?” “longer than you’d imagine.”

“I am the one that listens when the line is dead.”

“that has got to be the lamest pick-up line in existence.” “Oh, honey that was just plan A.” “okay then what’s plan B?” “take you, hostage, duh.”

“they’re afraid of me. I don’t blame them, I’m afraid of me too.” “I’m not.”

“well, this is a nice change of scenery.” “we’re in a jail cell?” “oh for the love of god I was being sarcastic!”

“I wanted you to fight for me and you didn’t, you just let me walk away.”

“A small fire, my exact words were set a small fire, this is not small!”

“you know I can kill you right?” “I’m already dead.”

“what do you mean work with him? He tried to kill me. Twice actually.”

“If I knew that would be the last time I held you, I would’ve held on tighter.”

“I always knew it was you.”

“she doesn’t love me, she’s not that stupid.”

“I’ll be the first to tell you, I’m a terrible liar.”

“am I going to regret this?” “probably.”

“I’ve lost count of the promises you’ve broken, so please don’t make anymore.”

“I’d take a bullet for you, I told you that before.” “except you’ll heal, and if you tell me one more time, I’m going to be the one pulling the trigger.”

“wow can we pretend for one second that you’re not a complete douchebag?”

“you’ve got to believe me.” “sorry I tend to not believe compulsive liars.”

“shut up.” “but I didn’t say anything.” “I don’t care shut up.”

“uh, you have blood on your shirt.” “I suppose I do.” “You don’t just go nowhere and get blood on your shirt.”

“just take a deep breath or something.” “take a deep breath? It feels like my insides are being ripped out, and you want me to take a deep breath?”

“I’ll be there for you, but you gotta be there for me too.“

"So I uh notice you’re kind of naked, is that intentional or..”

[viralhottopics]

The 16 Most Beautifully Touching Love Letters From Famous Writers And Artists

1. Allen Ginsburg to poet Peter Orlovsky:

Dear Petey:

O Heart O Love everything is suddenly turned to gold! Dont be afraid dont worry the most astounding beautiful thing has happened here! I dont know where to begin but the most important. When Bill [ed: William S. Burroughs] came I, we, thought it was the same old Bill mad, but something had happened to Bill in the meantime since we last saw him…but last night finally Bill and I sat down facing each other across the kitchen table and looked eye to eye and talked, and I confessed all my doubt and misery and in front of my eyes he turned into an Angel!

What happened to him in Tangiers this last few months? It seems he stopped writing and sat on his bed all afternoons thinking and meditating alone & stopped drinking and finally dawned on his consciousness, slowly and repeatedly, every day, for several months awareness of a benevolent sentient (feeling) center to the whole Creation he had apparently, in his own way, what I have been so hung up in myself and you, a vision of big peaceful Lovebrain…

I woke up this morning with great bliss of freedom & joy in my heart, Bills saved, Im saved, youre saved, were all saved, everything has been all rapturous ever since I only feel sad that perhaps you left as worried when we waved goodby and kissed so awkwardly I wish I could have that over to say goodby to you happier & without the worries and doubts I had that dusty dusk when you left Bill is changed nature, I even feel much changed, great clouds rolled away, as I feel when you and I were in rapport, well, our rapport has remained in me, with me, rather than losing it, Im feeling to everyone, something of the same as between us.

2. Frida Kahlo to Diego Rivera:

Diego:

Truth is, so great, that I wouldnt like to speak, or sleep, or listen, or love. To feel myself trapped, with no fear of blood, outside time and magic, within your own fear, and your great anguish, and within the very beating of your heart. All this madness, if I asked it of you, I know, in your silence, there would be only confusion. I ask you for violence, in the nonsense, and you, you give me grace, your light and your warmth. Id like to paint you, but there are no colors, because there are so many, in my confusion, the tangible form of my great love.

F.

3. Oscar Wilde to Lord Alred Bosie Douglas (Wilde’s eventual muse):

My Own Boy,

Your sonnet is quite lovely, and it is a marvel that those red rose-leaf lips of yours should be made no less for the madness of music and song than for the madness of kissing. Your slim gilt soul walks between passion and poetry. I know Hyacinthus, whom Apollo loved so madly, was you in Greek days.

Why are you alone in London, and when do you go to Salisbury? Do go there to cool your hands in the grey twilight of Gothic things, and come here whenever you like. It is a lovely place and lacks only you; but go to Salisbury first.

Always, with undying love, yours, Oscar

4. Eleanor Roosevelt to Lorena Hickok (Eleanor’s long-speculated lover):

Hick, darling

Ah, how good it was to hear your voice. It was so inadequate to try and tell you what it meant. Funny was that I couldnt say je taime and je tadore as I longed to do, but always remember that I am saying it, that I go to sleep thinking of you.

5. Emma Darwin to Charles Darwin:

I cannot tell you the compassion I have felt for all your sufferings for these weeks past that you have had so many drawbacks. Nor the gratitude I have felt for the cheerful & affectionate looks you have given me when I know you have been miserably uncomfortable.

My heart has often been too full to speak or take any notice I am sure you know I love you well enough to believe that I mind your sufferings nearly as much as I should my own & I find the only relief to my own mind is to take it as from Gods hand, & to try to believe that all suffering & illness is meant to help us to exalt our minds & to look forward with hope to a future state. When I see your patience, deep compassion for others self command & above all gratitude for the smallest thing done to help you I cannot help longing that these precious feelings should be offered to Heaven for the sake of your daily happiness. But I find it difficult enough in my own case. I often think of the words Thou shalt keep him in perfect peace whose mind is stayed on thee. It is feeling & not reasoning that drives one to prayer. I feel presumptuous in writing thus to you.

I feel in my inmost heart your admirable qualities & feelings & all I would hope is that you might direct them upwards, as well as to one who values them above every thing in the world. I shall keep this by me till I feel cheerful & comfortable again about you but it has passed through my mind often lately so I thought I would write it partly to relieve my own mind.

6. English poet Vita Sackville-West to Virginia Woolf:

…I am reduced to a thing that wants Virginia. I composed a beautiful letter to you in the sleepless nightmare hours of the night, and it has all gone: I just miss you, in a quite simple desperate human way. You, with all your undumb letters, would never write so elementary a phrase as that; perhaps you wouldnt even feel it. And yet I believe youll be sensible of a little gap. But youd clothe it in so exquisite a phrase that it should lose a little of its reality. Whereas with me it is quite stark: I miss you even more than I could have believed; and I was prepared to miss you a good deal. So this letter is really just a squeal of pain. It is incredible how essential to me you have become. I suppose you are accustomed to people saying these things. Damn you, spoilt creature; I shant make you love me any more by giving myself away like this But oh my dear, I cant be clever and stand-offish with you: I love you too much for that. Too truly. You have no idea how stand-offish I can be with people I dont love. I have brought it to a fine art. But you have broken down my defenses. And I dont really resent it.

7. E.B. White to his wife on the occasion of her pregnancy, “written” by their dog:

Dear Mrs. White:

I like having Josephine here in the morning, although I suppose I will get less actual thinking done as I used to do my thinking mornings in the bathroom. White has been stewing around for two days now, a little bit worried because he is not sure that he has made you realize how glad he is that there is to be what the column writer in the Mirror calls a blessed event. So I am taking this opportunity, Mrs. White, to help him out to the extent of writing you a brief note which I havent done in quite a long time but have been a little sick myself as you know. Well, the truth is White is beside himself and would have said more about it but is holding himself back, not wanting to appear ludicrous to a veteran mother. What he feels, he told me, is a strange queer tight little twitchy feeling around the inside of his throat whenever he thinks that something is happening which will require so much love and all on account of you being so wonderful. (I am not making myself clear I am afraid, but on the occasions when White has spoken privately with me about this he was in no condition to make himself clear either and I am just doing the best I can in my own way.) I know White so well that I always know what is the matter with him, and it always comes to the same thing he gets thinking that nothing that he writes or says ever quite expresses his feeling, and he worries about his inarticulateness just the same as he does about his bowels, except it is worse, and it makes him either mad, or sick, or with a prickly sensation in the head. But my, my, my, last Sunday he was so full of this matter which he couldnt talk about, and he was what Josephine in her simple way would call hoppy, and particularly so because it seemed so good that everything was starting at once I mean those things, whatever they are, that are making such a noise over in the pond by Palmer Lewiss house, and the song sparrow that even I could hear from my confinement in the house, and those little seeds that you were sprinkling up where the cut glass and bones used to be all starting at the same time as the baby, which he seems to think exists already by the way he stands around staring at you and muttering little prayers. Of course he is also very worried for fear you will get the idea that he is regarding you merely as a future mother and not as a present person, or that he wants a child merely as a vindication of his vanity. I doubt if those things are true; White enjoys animal husbandry of all kinds including his own; and as for his regard for you, he has told me that, quite apart from this fertility, he admires you in all kinds of situations or dilemmas, some of which he says have been quite dirty.

Well, Mrs. White, I expect I am tiring you with this long letter, but as you often say yourself, a husband and wife should tell each other about the things that are on their mind, otherwise you get nowhere, and White didnt seem to be able to tell you about his happiness, so thought I would attempt to put in a word.

White is getting me a new blanket, as the cushion in the bathroom is soiled.

Lovingly, Daisy

8. Charles Eames’ marriage proposal to Ray Eames:

Dear Miss Kaiser,

I am 34 (almost) years old, singel (again) and broke. I love you very much and would like to marry you very very soon.* I cannot promise to support us very well. but if given the chance I will shure in hell try

*soon means very soon.

What is the size of this finger??

as soon as I get to that hospital I will write reams well little ones.

love xxxxxxxxxx

Charlie

9. Jean-Paul Sartre to Simone de Beauvoir:

My dear little girl

For a long time Ive been wanting to write to you in the evening after one of those outings with friends that I will soon be describing in A Defeat, the kind when the world is ours. I wanted to bring you my conquerors joy and lay it at your feet, as they did in the Age of the Sun King. And then, tired out by all the shouting, I always simply went to bed. Today Im doing it to feel the pleasure you dont yet know, of turning abruptly from friendship to love, from strength to tenderness. Tonight I love you in a way that you have not known in me: I am neither worn down by travels nor wrapped up in the desire for your presence. I am mastering my love for you and turning it inwards as a constituent element of myself. This happens much more often than I admit to you, but seldom when Im writing to you. Try to understand me: I love you while paying attention to external things. At Toulouse I simply loved you. Tonight I love you on a spring evening. I love you with the window open. You are mine, and things are mine, and my love alters the things around me and the things around me alter my love.

My dear little girl, as Ive told you, what youre lacking is friendship. But now is the time for more practical advice. Couldnt you find a woman friend? How can Toulouse fail to contain one intelligent young woman worthy of you*? But you wouldnt have to love her. Alas, youre always ready to give your love, its the easiest thing to get from you. Im not talking about your love for me, which is well beyond that, but you are lavish with little secondary loves, like that night in Thiviers when you loved that peasant walking downhill in the dark, whistling away, who turned out to be me. Get to know the feeling, free of tenderness, that comes from being two. Its hard, because all friendship, even between two red-blooded men, has its moments of love. I have only to console my grieving friend to love him; its a feeling easily weakened and distorted. But youre capable of it, and you must experience it. And so, despite your fleeting misanthropy, have you imagined what a lovely adventure it would be to search Toulouse for a woman who would be worthy of you and whom you wouldnt be in love with? Dont bother with the physical side or the social situation. And search honestly. And if you find nothing, turn Henri Pons, whom you scarcely love anymore, into a friend.

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I love you with all my heart and soul.

10. Honor de Balzac to Countess Ewelina Haska (June, 1835):

MY BELOVED ANGEL,

I am nearly mad about you, as much as one can be mad: I cannot bring together two ideas that you do not interpose yourself between them. I can no longer think of nothing but you. In spite of myself, my imagination carries me to you. I grasp you, I kiss you, I caress you, a thousand of the most amorous caresses take possession of me. As for my heart, there you will always be very much so. I have a delicious sense of you there. But my God, what is to become of me, if you have deprived me of my reason? This is a monomania which, this morning, terrifies me. I rise up every moment say to myself, Come, I am going there! Then I sit down again, moved by the sense of my obligations. There is a frightful conflict. This is not a life. I have never before been like that. You have devoured everything. I feel foolish and happy as soon as I let myself think of you. I whirl round in a delicious dream in which in one instant I live a thousand years. What a horrible situation! Overcome with love, feeling love in every pore, living only for love, and seeing oneself consumed by griefs, and caught in a thousand spiders threads. O, my darling Eva, you did not know it. I picked up your card. It is there before me, and I talked to you as if you were here. I see you, as I did yesterday, beautiful, astonishingly beautiful. Yesterday, during the whole evening, I said to myself She is mine! Ah! The angels are not as happy in Paradise as I was yesterday!

11. Napoleon Bonaparte to Josphine de Beauharnais:

I am going to bed with my heart full of your adorable image I cannot wait to give you proofs of my ardent love How happy I would be if I could assist you at your undressing, the little firm white breast, the adorable face, the hair tied up in a scarf a la creole. You know that I will never forget the little visits, you know, the little black forest I kiss it a thousand times and wait impatiently for the moment I will be in it. To live within Josephine is to live in the Elysian fields. Kisses on your mouth, your eyes, your breast, everywhere, everywhere.

12. John Keats to Fanny Brawne:

My sweet love, I shall wait patiently till tomorrow before I see you, and in the mean time, if there is any need of such a thing, assure you by your Beauty, that whenever I have at any time written on a certain unpleasant subject, it has been with your welfare impressd upon my mind. How hurt I should have been had you ever acceded to what is, notwithstanding, very reasonable! How much the more do I love you from the general result! In my present state of Health I feel too much separated from you and could almost speak to you in the words of Lorenzos Ghost to Isabella

Your Beauty grows upon me and I feel A greater love through all my essence steal.

My greatest torment since I have known you has been the fear of you being a little inclined to the Cressid; but that suspicion I dismiss utterly and remain happy in the surety of your Love, which I assure you is as much a wonder to me as a delight. Send me the words Good night to put under my pillow.

Dearest Fanny, Your affectionate J.K.

13. Lord Byron to Teresa Guiccioli (August, 1819):

My dearest Teresa,

I have read this book in your garden;–my love, you were absent, or else I could not have read it. It is a favourite book of yours, and the writer was a friend of mine. You will not understand these English words, and others will not understand them,–which is the reason I have not scrawled them in Italian. But you will recognize the handwriting of him who passionately loved you, and you will divine that, over a book which was yours, he could only think of love.

In that word, beautiful in all languages, but most so in yours–Amor mio–is comprised my existence here and hereafter. I feel I exist here, and I feel I shall exist hereafter,–to what purpose you will decide; my destiny rests with you, and you are a woman, eighteen years of age, and two out of a convent. I love you, and you love me,–at least, you say so, and act as if you did so, which last is a great consolation in all events.

But I more than love you, and cannot cease to love you. Think of me, sometimes, when the Alps and ocean divide us, –but they never will, unless you wish it.

14. Voltaire to Olympe Dunover, written while in prison for their affair:

I am a prisoner here in the name of the King; they can take my life, but not the love that I feel for you. Yes, my adorable mistress, to-night I shall see you, and if I had to put my head on the block to do it.

For heaven’s sake, do not speak to me in such disastrous terms as you write; you must live and be cautious; beware of madame your mother as of your worst enemy. What do I say? Beware of everybody; trust no one; keep yourself in readiness, as soon as the moon is visible; I shall leave the hotel incognito, take a carriage or a chaise, we shall drive like the wind to Sheveningen; I shall take paper and ink with me; we shall write our letters.

If you love me, reassure yourself; and call all your strength and presence of mind to your aid; do not let your mother notice anything, try to have your pictures, and be assured that the menace of the greatest tortures will not prevent me to serve you. No, nothing has the power to part me from you; our love is based upon virtue, and will last as long as our lives. Adieu, there is nothing that I will not brave for your sake; you deserve much more than that. Adieu, my dear heart!

Arout (Voltaire)

15. Henry VIII to Anne Boleyn:

TO MY MISTRESS. Because the time seems very long since I heard concerning your health and you, the great affection I have for you has induced me to send you this bearer, to be better informed of your health and pleasure, and because, since my parting from you, I have been told that the opinion in which I left you is totally changed, and that you would not come to court either with your mother, if you could, or in any other manner; which report, if true, I cannot sufficiently marvel at, because I am sure that I have since never done any thing to offend you, and it seems a very poor return for the great love which I bear you to keep me at a distance both from the speech and the person of the woman that I esteem most in the world: and if you love me with as much affection as I hope you do, I am sure that the distance of our two persons would be a little irksome to you, though this does not belong so much to the mistress as to the servant.

Consider well, my mistress, that absence from you grieves me sorely, hoping that it is not your will that it should be so; but if I knew for certain that you voluntarily desired it, I could do no other than mourn my ill-fortune, and by degrees abate my great folly. And so, for lack of time, I make an end of this rude letter, beseeching you to give credence to this bearer in all that he will tell you from me.

Written by the hand of your entire Servant, H.R.

16. Leo Tolstoy to Valeria Arsenev (November, 1856):

I already love in you your beauty, but I am only beginning to love in you that which is eternal and ever previous your heat, your soul. Beauty one could get to know and fall in love with in one hour and cease to love it as speedily; but the soul one must learn to know. Believe me, nothing on earth is given without labour, even love, the most beautiful and natural of feelings.

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I can remember writing a story about a cackle of hyenas whom were mindlessly roaming The Unending Desert, from memory I had depicted them as these anthropomorphic creatures – nearly human enough to recall. I was in Mrs. Dyer's class, so grade 6. I remember how calm and confident I felt doing this particular task, it seemed like I knew how to flow and tap into some source from the get go.The feeling of calm comfortability was very rare for me. Mrs. Dyer played the entire class a song and requested we create a narrative based on our initial thoughts, feelings and reactions to the song. As a kid with a bed time, I mostly just passed out from exhaustion, instead of actually going to sleep… I would lie awake every night, wired, manic and fearful. I began writing stories in my head early on in an attempt to soothe and channel my chronic anxieties.. I had constructed the usual traumatized-child-fantasy-universe – a safe place where I could manifest the perception of control. I never minded sleeplessness, as it created an apt environment for cognitive free-running, I adjusted. My fantastical bedtime stories were vanilla, from memory.. drug cartels, mercenary adventures in the jungle, sci-fi opera journeys and sometimes just a regular old adventure where me and mine would acquire some kind of drug or person or thing. For a long time, I had an obsession with unearthing new control techniques to quench the thirst of my firmly embedded insomnia - I had stock-standard/methodical/repetitive stories that would take 2-3 ours to ‘create n complete’. If there was a satisfying and coherent beginning, middle and an end to te story, I could sleep. Nights were always hardest and darkest for me – I have no idea how old I was when my sleep hygiene began deteriorating. And though, sleeplessness was uncomfortable and I was never keen on being tired – After doing the reading recovery program, I could finally read, so I was quick to pick up the –read-in-bed- habit. I began hearing other peoples stories, a welcome change. if I was feeling particularly flowy, I’d organize one of my card collections. I would try to master some new drawing technique... but I could sit behind a computer for 18-24 hours straight and ride the wave playing some puzzle or anything else repetitive enough to numb my mind. I remember how icy cold I’d get during winter - how blue my hands would become after hours of sitting stationary at my desk.. I would leave my window open throughout the night to keep the computer cool, it lagged if it overheated. I used to think that if I didn’t pay any attention to the cold, I would not feel the cold. Before I was 10, I had not come across any one thing that transfixed me. I had not yet become addicted to anything yet, I think? – that is until Puzzle Pirates!!! Shit, when that fucker came into the picture.. well, I no longer gave a shit about anything but Puzzle pirates. I could not cope with the disconnection, exile and the incessant bullying I copped from my peers. The frustrated messes waiting for me at home were suckin down durries, grog and sugar as hungrily as the machines cha-chinning for their money at the pub. I still am heeding these calls I am too tired to remember. I am still sweeping the dust away from these things I cant forget. At times, I miss the calm comfortability of not needing drugs; I miss the warmth that seeped away whilst roaming the waking world; I miss my Lunar lover, who would speak to me in dreams/ through dreams i could See through, cast away, be at ease. I hold on Tightly- still, To whatever vice’ll’suffice. seeming to soothe and appease the beast / my early coping strategies of hermitage and avoidance, protect me from momentum Games and story telling and art replication – I wanted to draw cartoon characters, as I was exposed to their stories more than my own peoples. I can still remember the countless hours, days and weeks of social isolation and voiceless anxiety. Sugar – one of the quickest ways to soothe my boiling baby brain. I keep thinking of the root of this addiction as a loss or lack of social belonging , or maybe I am lamenting another warped perception of my self .. I remember that I was so emotive and empathic and open but also unregulated, neglected and full of painful confusion. I forget that I still am. I felt so damn old all the time. I remember the sunshine splattering through the windows, onto the dashboard of mums old Ford Laser. We were doing one of our usual trips to Warrandyte for her housekeeping job with then Heffernans. I remember looking out over the balcony at the rear of their place, taking in the kilometers of bush and possibility. I black out their olympic size swimming pool - i nearly drowned in it a few times. While I was peering out across the sky,I was fretting over forgetting how I came to be standing there. I did not understand how I forgot- I remembered the sunshine On my face, So I knew, I had gotten there, though I could not remember how. I wanted to be a boy. I was a boy. I became a girl, as expected. , football was a medium, a bridge for the repressed masculinity – I didn't like to exercise, I did not want to be made of aware of my breathing, bleeding bio sac. my body was unimportant and sickly and tired and stressed and depressed, chronically– I reflect now and see how maladaptive a depressive I am. Always, wanting to escape the confines of the very thing I want to inhabit and realize? //// ah!!! the system that creates its own dependence, to substantiate its usage of the finite well, shall never recognize its own self-destructive carelessness. For having ignored the infinite well, the system, as it stands, shall fall. And that well that never runs dry? Well, I always forget about it. I use everything I have ever touched// to coin a collection of concepts Only I can comprehend. But, this is making it easier. I can see a bit clearer now. I can ease into the next step, less weary than before. But why? The further away I wander, the more susceptible I am to rot. In time, these things will return … and of my soul? My soul shall ache and pupate once more, Forlorn, I remember///! how I forgot – to start, To stop. And who's justifications am I leaning towards now? My deep dwelling fears and my leering observations are erratic, Unsustainable, Confusing. THE MAD ARM OF THE Y – an obstruction arises along the path creating the crossroads of forever, Two new paths, the same old path. I am alone, finally – at peace. At ease, with my failures, for now. No mirror I stumble upon can stave off my stare, Why should they? to see through what I can only see when I Stop, start and Refresh is my responsibility. I am so sorry, that I show A me that thinks it can have something It is not worthy of. Give me nothing and give me everything - I have been in all of the wrong places. I know I think wrong, and that I have made it too hard on myself. I know these revelations have been a long time coming but- I sat there and I remembered, It is to me and to me alone that I must consort with. I seek council amongst my memories and I find shelter in my solitude. These flickering unrealities I thought were gone - Pls, just hold onto the everlasting, Try, bust through space and time and just- Breathe. My desire for my true end has faded, I see life again, manifest. The 10,000 directions in front of me, the Myriad forever, the calf of endless suffering howls my name so doggardly. And change and change and change And grow and grow and grow, And that's all u r doing and that's all U can do. individualism is not the thing That u share with me, nor I with u. I remembered just now, that Id like to talk with u and, Share space. How I miss fixing shit with you. How u and me, we used to sit in the park and heal our aching thoughts- Work'd be done and the day was forever- and the thoughts would come, and go. And I miss it cause it kept me closer to my people – for when I speak amongst my kin, I am Home and full hearted – But I lost all my chill, I lost all my capitol, frankly. Then - it snow balled, as it always does. I feel I have been too sad to be a friend, too fucked to really feel love, I fear I am to scattered to comprehend my responsibilities And I’m too damn lonely to ask for help. And so what? Now what? Just keepin up with the fuckin fog is hard enough, I know I just gotta slow down and risk a bit of pain and ease into warmth and trust that its true. My silence has done me a disservice. My love for u, eternally/ Evergrateful / be am me, For all is as it could be. Chained to nought but my fears, Lovingly I say to u, from the mouth of Beth Ditto, “If everything u do has a hole in it, then everything u do has a hold on me, I been here before I should be used to this, But I can't take it no more, I can't take it no more, no oooo, Ooooooooo ooooooo ooooo,” (And to me I always sing:) “Yr mangled hrt, yr bitter love that's hangin onto memories, Ur lettin go of everything that ussed to be, U build me up to let Me down…” And from the channels of me, I wonder, what am I releasing? Capitulating with comrades, A sparrow new found – tiny and fragile, Like glass, Rock hard and clear/ transparent but, still. It is shattered Spraying and sputtering nuggets of raw energy. Crack and singe, whatever mind of mine is waning by the wayside. Moments of forever, Of the eternal calm of belonging- Jan Cadman’s Kyneton property, We’s just yabbies in the dam. / I think I can see, I wanna chill, like when I was there. As conceited as I can be- some people I never need to feel again. Thin ice, let me drown. My neck is under deep, it's me and me alone that keeps quiet. I've been drowning, again, like always. I just got sick from telling people.. Only I can save me, I forgot, I forgot.