#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

[forestechos]

As a 31 year old I’m telling you, life does not end after your twenties nor are you old in your 30s. I might have a smile line or two and some new aches in my body but there is so much more life to live. If you are feeling the inevitable passing of time a little more lately, I just want you to know that it is okay if you don’t have it all figured out yet by 18, 22, 25, or any age after. And you certainly don’t have to fit any mold that society has placed in front of you. Go at your own pace, be kind to yourself.

I promise there is time left for you.

[ailbey]

[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 ©

[ninja-knox-ur-sox-off]

Hedghodg Snugglz

[theorphicangel]

NO WAITTTTTT okay LISTEN

yuji being caught in writing a plan to cheer sukuna up and get him and the reader back together!!!

sukuna finds yuji being quiet...too quiet and when kids are quiet that's when you know SOMETHING is wrong.

sukuna searches the house top to bottom before finding yuji in the storage closet scribbling on paper on the floor.

'what the hell do you think you're doing?'

yuji jumps up in surprise, clutching the paper to his chest. immediately in suspicion Sukuna snatches the paper away from yuji before he gets the chance to defend himself.

in messy handwriting your name is next to sukuna's paired with stick figures of each other. the titles reads 'plan to unbreak up'

sukuna can't make out the rest of yuji's writing, the scribbling on the paper all sideways and impossible for anyone but the six year old to differentiate.

yuji looks down, his chubby cheeks turning red. 'i just wanted to make you happy, papa said you've been more sad recently.'

sukuna says nothing more, staring at the paper. yuji created a whole plan to get you back, to win you back all for him. sukuna lets out a sigh and for the second time in his life sukuna feels his heart swell with what some might call affection.

(the first this happened was when sukuna held his nephew after he was born)

'yuji...' sukuna kneels down to his level forcing yuji to maintain eye contact.

'i just miss her.' he mumbles, hands clasped behind his back.

sukuna's eyes soften. 'i miss her too, brat.'

there's a minute that passes for sukuna to think of ways to cheer yuji up and most importantly distract him from you. maybe sukuna has to move on earlier than he thought, it's not just for him now but for the sake of his nephew too.

sukuna rises and ruffles yuji's pink strands. 'let's go watch your favourite movie, i think your dad has popcorn in the cupboard or some shit.'

[creativepromptsforwriting]

Do you have any prompts for late night calls? Thanks!

Late-Night Calls

lying in bed, phone next to them on the pillow

speaking in hushed voices, so no one gets woken up

pressing a hand on their mouth, to stifle their laughter

talking about a million things and nothing

having their guard down and being open with each other

imagining the other person next to them in the dark

missing the other person even more than during the day

first calling just to say good night, but it turns into hours

wanting to be the last person the other hears at night

not wanting to hang up, they both try to stay awake

finally, one falling asleep, leaving the other person to fall asleep to their breathing

- Jana

[thoughtsthatstayedwithme]

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

- Courtney Peppernell

[and-corn]

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