#late night write

[definegodliness]

As I am

As through The ashes of gods, so through The dust-to-dust Of anything earthly; From my ring finger Drips Rich palm trickling blood Which I am hoping will turn To a nurturing Ocean. I walk alone, One with all devastation; This realm, lain to waste So to address ever need I have forfeited To live. I walk alone With nothing to show for, And nothing but Blood To Give. I don't cry Anymore; once I did, And I then hoped My tears could turn thirst Quenching river. The cracks in solid ground Just kept widening. It matters little; with every Drip The sands of time Slightly shift, And a vast ocean turns A matter of perspective. I will return here, as I have Been — am — Here; Like this. I walk on, No connection, No chord, attached To any One, living; I should be A ghost, whirling free With the ashes and dust In the wind, But Sometimes I remember Those summer days When were so in love We could not Eat, Or drink, Or even exist Outside each other's embrace, And it matters again; This sauntering forth Where nothing Lives, or Is. I think of you, Who loved me as I am, And I no longer feel spirit Trapped in petrified skin, But alive, And vulnerably Human.

--- 26-5-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[leahsflwer]

Miles Maitland imagine “I will miss you my dear” smut || Michael Sheen

Warnings: Adult content, smut, not for innocent people 💀, explicit content (words & actions)

Miles Maitland x masc reader ♥️

Miles spotted men from across the room and smiled hurrying over to me with no thought while the others danced around the hospital room. I couldn’t help but flash a smile in return. Miles was so bubbly. He held my hand and suggested I come over with him, but I declined his offer by shaking my head. He was quick to understand and pulled me outside to my car.

He got inside and so did I. He looked down with his glasses on and I couldn’t already tell something was up with him.

I removed his shades and spotted the tears under them, he sweet, soft face was now red and wet from his tears and sniffles.

The sight broke my heart, I immediately held his hand and looked him in the eyes. He was taken back by my sudden touch but eventually smiled and shook his head.

“I’m sorry.. it’s just that I must go back to France. I am not ready to leave you all. Especially you. I’m will miss you my dear” he fake chuckled, I could hear the pain in his voice and it was horrible

“I’ll come with you. I do not care to live here. I’d prefer to be there” I replied

“But your job? You would lose your job that you worked so hard for?” He shook his head

“No. You’re more important than anything in the world. I care upon you, more than some job that I do not even like.” I smiled and lifted his head up by his chin.

He flashed an adorable smile at me with his blue eyes beaming and glossy from his past tears. He was back to the happy Miles I loved. Miles was giving me butterflies from just a simple stare, he was beautiful.

I didn’t think as I leaned over and kissed him. But his lips felt so soft and warm on mine. I was bigger than him so I could easily hold his face like it was a feather.

He climbed over onto my side and sat on my lap, his body felt so soft and fragile, but I held onto his waist and smiled into the kiss. Deepening it and he didn’t even hesitate to let my tongue explore his mouth. The kiss was growing hotter and more needy.

His hips slowly started to grind down on me, causing a groan to escape my mouth. He was not waisting any time and I loved that.

I could feel my cock harden as he continued to grind down on it. He wasn’t being easy on me today so I wouldn’t be easy on him either. He stopped everything and slide down to the car floor and looked up at me with puppy eyes as if he was asking for it.

He grinned and unzipped my pants, pulling them down alongside my boxers. the cold air hitting my shaft made me grip onto the car seat, his warm hand held onto it and slowly pumped it, making me groan.

“Fuck..” I breathed out as he wrapped his mouth around my shaft as much as his pretty mouth could take.

My hand made its way to his black curls and gripped onto them, gently pushing him down further. I could feel him moan at the action sending electric waves throughout my body.

He was making me moan from just a simple blowjob. Usually I was fine by them, but this was different, I’d liked him for a long time so perhaps that’s why it felt so much better. But Miles was good at it, a natural.

Soon I gripped tighter onto his hair and bucked my hips.

“Fuck Miles- I’m gonna- fuck…” I groaned as I released into his warm mouth.

Miles pulled away and swallowed what he could, using he finger to wipe some off him lip and licked it off. He was dirty and it turned me on even more.

He got back up and removed his pants and underwear that was a deep blue. It suited his figure with his perfect hips and those chubby thighs. He sat back on my lap and gently lined himself up at my cock. I was a bit nervous for him to just take it like that, but he seemed happy with it. So as he slowly pushed me inside him I kissed his neck leaving soft kisses and little marks.

“Shit.. you’re so big~” He moaned out and slowly bounced up and down.

He looked so good jumping on my cock like that, I wanted to treat him like a princess and cherish him. It felt so good I thought it was a dream. But his moans were my reminder, those perfect sounds.

It was music to my ears.

[Now.. this was a late night write so I apologise for how bad it is lmao! But enjoy if that’s your cuppa tea? I’m in the process of writing much better imagines ahha]

[musanocturnis]

The skies are above And the seas are below And your gentle glow Are the stars that I know

[frownyalfred]

Tips for writing those gala scenes, from someone who goes to them occasionally:

Generally you unbutton and re-button a suit coat when you sit down and stand up.

You’re supposed to hold wine or champagne glasses by the stem to avoid warming up the liquid inside. A character out of their depth might hold the glass around the sides instead.

When rich/important people forget your name and they’re drunk, they usually just tell you that they don’t remember or completely skip over any opportunity to use your name so they don’t look silly.

A good way to indicate you don’t want to shake someone’s hand at an event is to hold a drink in your right hand (and if you’re a woman, a purse in the other so you definitely can’t shift the glass to another hand and then shake)

Americans who still kiss cheeks as a welcome generally don’t press lips to cheeks, it’s more of a touch of cheek to cheek or even a hover (these days, mostly to avoid smudging a woman’s makeup)

The distinctions between dress codes (black tie, cocktail, etc) are very intricate but obvious to those who know how to look. If you wear a short skirt to a black tie event for example, people would clock that instantly even if the dress itself was very formal. Same thing goes for certain articles of men’s clothing.

Open bars / cash bars at events usually carry limited options. They’re meant to serve lots of people very quickly, so nobody is getting a cosmo or a Manhattan etc.

Members of the press generally aren’t allowed to freely circulate at nicer galas/events without a very good reason. When they do, they need to identify themselves before talking with someone.

[thoughtsthatstayedwithme]

[nonebinary-leftbeef]

DEVASTATING the lyric you've been mishearing is better than the real one

[lostkitty420]

I looked up at the moon with tears in my eyes and she looked back and told me, "one day I would be happy" but tonight was dark and my tears fell, cold and certain that when the sun rose that day would still be yet to come.

-A

[ailbey]

[and-corn]

if there's a condition called impulsive anthropomorphizing then I have it

[monkesupreme]

Starving and wasting away etc etc

bonus:

Hes tall and huge and HEAVY and he is so overly active that he has to maintain an insanely high caloric intake to make sure his body doesnt collapse from the strain of everything. He will eat virtually anything but he is spoiled from the best takeout Gotham has to offer: 11$ shrimp and broccoli from the chinese food spot that closes at 4am- among other things.

[definegodliness]

Blue, The midnight Sky, and all the stars, Opprobrious.

Blue, When black, or better yet, Void, Would have been More appropriate.

I look up to heaven And see its sparkling teeth Shaping constellations, grinning For a fool.

Blue.

I gave myself To you.

--- 12-5-2024, M.A. Tempels ©

[laddersofsweetmisery]

I don't see enough people mourning over the slow death of physical media. And I don't just mean TV shows, video games, or movies--which don't even get me started about how we don't really 'own' anything anymore. It includes notes, journals, and letters to one another...so much of our history is lost when we lose a password, a website goes down, a file/hardware is corrupted, or a platform disappears. History that doesn't seem important until you no longer have access to it. Physical media does a lot for memory recall. How many memories will we lose because we don't have something tangible to tie it back to? Something to hold in our hands and stir up those memories we thought were once lost? Sometimes I wonder what the difference between burning a book and losing access to physical media is when someone can pull the plug and remove your access so easily.

[manincaffeine]

need a hug (with the intentions of getting to know the fragrance of their hair, the warmth of their soul, the intimate silence)

[flamingpudding]

Guys it's just merch

Danny watched with a smile hidden behind his mug of hot cocoa his new family. Originally he was only going to mess with them a little, since he wanted to keep his civilian live he gained with them but at the same time wanted to kind of provoke them to tell him about their night time jobs on their own.

Not like he could just flat out tell them he knew about their vigilantes lifes and that would be embarrassing to explain.

It's not every day that Danny's powers fluked on him, but with the stress of the past months, it happened. Right at a moment, he had to be clumsy and trip over his own feet and accidentally phased through a grandfather's clock, finding a hidden passage. Well at least he learned that way that Batman hadn't placed him with some other rich fruitloop that wasn't his godfather but well... with Batman himself and his family out of mask.

Yeah no, he did not want to explain that and hoped they would do that themselves. But apparently, they took Danny's statement of wanting a normal life a bit too serious.

Which brought him back to his current entertainment in the form of messing with his siblings.

"I don't get what the problem is guys. It's just merch." He chuckled slightly at the face Damian was making. While Jason chose to kick Tim under the table.

"Soooo how much merch on Red Robin do you have with this shirt now?" Dick asked instead with a bright smile, Danny still hadn't figured out how to tell what emotion he hid behind them sometimes.

"I think this is my third shirt of him." Danny mused, placing his cup back on the table and tapping his lip in a thinking motion. "Though I was going to pick up a couple of custom-made jackets of Red Hood and a Nightwing plush later today."

He acted like he did not hear the triumph like hiss of 'yes' from Jason as well as the very upset huff of Damian.

He just grinned at the amusement about how they apparently were competing over how much merch he owned of each of them.

When he found a Robin figure and several Robin pins mysteriously placed on his desk the next morning, he broke out laughing. Yet still just to mess with them gushed about his newly gotten merch to his family while sharing a knowing look with Alfred who knew he was just messing with them.

If there was a surprising amount of Batman merch, suddenly mixed into what he already owned the following week without his knowledge. Well, he wasn't going to complain about free stuff.

But he still would get a good laugh out of their reactions on the day he decided to full on dawn every piece of Batman merge instead of theirs.

[thoughtsthatstayedwithme]

But I am so deeply lost in my own soul, how can I expect anyone else to understand me?

- Courtney Peppernell

[emjiroki]

Yuuta begs everytime to take the condom off. Wants to feel the warmth of you around him gripping him raw so bad he's near tears. Whimpering cries against your chest, throat, shoulder, anywhere he can sink his teeth

"Please baby, this time? Can I this time?"

"Wanna feel you all wet for me just once, let me slip it in please"

"Promise I'll be good"

The night you finally peel the latex off and give him the okay is the best night of his life.

He pulls three orgasms from you before hiking your legs over his shoulders and thrusting his sensitive cock in so deep he cums bucket loads against your womb, a contended sigh gracing your ears as he releases your legs and sits between your thighs to push his release back in with his fingers