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bucknastysbabe · 3 months ago

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i'm like two years late but i finally binged the 1st and 2nd season this week! currently obsessing over the concept of cole w/ rhaenyra's valyrian-looking (but bastard nonetheless) daughter, returning after 5 years on dragonstone. thoughts?? anyway glad i found your blog it's actually making me more insane <33

Yessss I like this and decided to make an angsty lil songfic!!! Thank you for waiting! I’m so glad you love my stuff it’s so rewarding!!!! COLEWIVES RIDE AT DAWN TO PONDER LIFE ON A LOG AND BE HORNY

I hope you enjoy mwah mwah❤️

Rating: Explicit

Tags: Song fic, Velarystrong Princess, TW: very twisted thinking, homicidal ideation, hate sex, sadism/masochism themes, bastardphobia and dornish racism match made in heaven, obvious poison tree allegory and trying to work through both sides own mistakes screech, ye olde seroquel hours, Criston gets his head fucked with, angst, dark, rough sex, quickie, pnv!sex

Taglist: @aemonds-holy-milk @aemondfairy @elaratyrell @fairysluna @lovelykhaleesiii @peachysunrize @starogeorgina @towriteloveontheirarms @zaldritzosrose

You were ten years of age leaving the Red Keep. There was naught much but scorn and pain surrounding the place. As Rhaenyra’s first, you were a baby girl born with dark hair and dark eyes. Save the silvery streak in the thick curls— still, that wasn’t much to help.

You could cry and yell until you were blue in the face claiming your dark eyes shone like indigo in the right light. Aegon would laugh and laugh. Queen Alicent had remarked in passing that your features were too ‘strong’ to overlook. She didn’t mean the Valyrian traits.

Your family left for Dragonstone, anger in your heart, wishing them to choke on their words. The whole lot of the green-clad faction. The morning upon leaving was seared into your heart, tucked away to stew upon. You were straggling behind, trying to decide whether to desecrate something in the room or not.

A knock upon the door made your head whip up. You opened the heavy oak up, staring at one Ser Criston Cole. Your mother always instructed you to stay away from Alicent’s loyal kingsguard. His dark eyes scanned over you and the room. His head tilted toward the right as he gruffed, “It’s time to leave, Princess.”

He spat the last word out like bile. It made your skin prickle uncomfortably while grabbing your soft-knitted dragon dolly— black as night. You walked beside the knight, knowing he’d never much liked your mother or any of you, your ‘father’ Laenor, and Ser Harwin. You missed Ser Harwin as he was good and kind.

Ser Criston looked down at you, his lips twitching.

“Do you suppose you’ll enjoy your new home? A fine one for the future Princess of Dragonstone.”

You eyed the bigger man back, anger growing in your chest. Instead, you replied quietly, not wishing to incite his notorious rage, “I do not wish for it. My mother has enough issues. My brother Prince Jacaerys shall receive the inheritance.”

It’s people like him who made you decide that at such a young age. The anger, the scorn, the stares all the time from court and ‘family’.

Ser Criston let out a bitter little laugh, “Hah- you might be smarter than the whole lot. You’re sharp and strong.”

That was the end of talking with Ser Criston. The seed had been planted along the many others. Alicent, Aegon, Aemond, Otto, the list went on and grew.

You were back in King’s Landing once more. Now a woman grown of eight and ten. Everything felt different and the old burning in your chest began to rise once more. You hoped the deep anger would shield you from this cutting place— something to keep the pain from sinking in. You were here for another claim of bastardy, this time from the Sea Snake’s brother.

You weren’t a child anymore. Under your veil of anger and haughty face, there remained a well-developed princess. Lovely sweet fruit and honey, hiding the blackened insides. The stares of the staff and onlookers in the yard shifted to the now older children of Rhaenyra.

Jace and Luke watched the much taller form of Aemond sparring with the white knight. You had learned the truth about him after bothering your mother enough. He was still handsome, spry, and dangerous despite his age. Aemond made Criston yield, turning to face your brothers.

“Nephews, have you come to train?” He asked.

You stood behind them, frowning, sharing none of the shock and awe they displayed. Aemond likely suffered from the same as you— swallowed whole with righteous anger. Ser Criston peered at the boys, then you.

All three of you passed, the knight sipping from his wineskin. He was leering, thick brows down as dark orbs roved your face, down to your tits and hips. You spat, “Mind yourself, Ser.”

He almost choked on his water, Aemond’s brow raising and Jace grabbing your arm to speed along.

How dare he look at you like some slab of meat when he hated everything you were. Who you were born from. Jace murmured, “Come now, don’t let him rile you up, you know how it’s going to be here.” Luke was frowning, the princeling worried.

As the day passed, you felt your mind head in different directions. Your mother had even checked on you, asking why you were so distant. You shrugged, claiming to be unsettled by the events of earlier. Daemon sliced the man’s head in half in front of everyone.

As they dressed you in a room, you pondered Cole. How it would feel to slap him, make him admit he wanted another princess. He desired a bastard, a bastard born of the woman he lived to hate. You wanted him. The hate in your heart needed suffering for him— even if it reflected on your hypocrisy.

The conflicted feelings turned swiftly into conviction through the wretched dinner you sat through. Putrid comments from your uncles. Fighting and laughing, crying and dying, the premonition that this would be the only time all of the ‘family’ would sit in a room.

It was sad in a way. The fact that everything had been cleaved in half before anything good could come forth. Not that you could do anything. You’d reap what they had sown, the sins of the forefathers. You could wallow in feelings that always turned back to the same damn thoughts.

Let them all burn in agony. Feel the pain you’d dealt with for years, a firstborn bastard with a cunt. It was such easy pickings when your mother remained heir. As she was entitled to be. Sometimes it seemed easier if she just let Aegon’s idiotic self become king or hire some faceless man to kill them in their sleep.

There you were. The anger and fantasies took the pain of real life away. Blooming in a million separate ways, oh, but what if? Your lips curled up walking down the halls of Maegor’s Holdfast, fingers trailing across the walls after being dismissed from dinner. You narrowed your eyes at the familiar form placed outside your door.

You stopped near Ser Criston, leaning against the frame of the door. He nodded, “Princess.” Criston had spat it at you like an insult again, likely ruffled from your behavior earlier. Why was he here of all places?

“Shouldn’t a warrior like you be outside of Luke’s door so Aemond doesn’t go carve his eye out?”

His eyes narrowed, yet Criston’s lips spread into a thin smile. The marcher replied, “No. It’s for protection. A pretty unmarried princess like you? Most men here would open their door. So in you go.” He opened the door, jerking his head with a grimace. You caught the implication swiftly, bristling.

“Oh? Because I’m on the wrong side of the blanket you think me to go out and fuck the men of the castle? My wretched uncles, who don’t give less of a shit about me?”

You shook with anger, trying to shove the pure hate back into the little pocket in your breast. Ser Criston gripped your arm, escorting you in with a growl, kicking the door shut behind him. He tossed off his helmet, hackles raised as his eyes studied you, his other hand coming up to hold the other arm as you tried to squirm away.

Criston’s voice was more shaky than you expected as he spoke. It was a bladed jab, “I’d almost say she birthed you on her own if it weren’t for that hair, you’re just as spoiled and miserable as your mother was at this age. You’re reckless, not to be trusted.”

Your lips pursed as he held you in place. The anger wanted to burst back out, fire and blood indeed. No, no, you needed to nurse it for when the time was right. Even if the little metaphorical pocket you’d sewn the seeds of resentments into had grown into a cavern. A void of straggling branches and vines only filled for a moment.

If the knight in front of you knew how fucked up you were, he would likely seal you off in the black cells. Father above, your mother would too. You’d be mad and alone— but the fantasies and resentments would keep you company.

Eyes gliding up to Cole you finally replied, “I suppose I am reckless. This place makes me mad. How you tolerate it is beyond me.” You’d rather not speak on your mother at the moment, but you sighed, “My mother has done good by me. She’s loved us all. Yet she doomed us with our nature, especially with my little silver brothers.”

Criston seemed to like your response, hands easing off you. He hummed, “You are sharp. Of tongue and mind. That’s never changed. Alas, you’d never know peace until you’re well married off and away.”

You crossed your arms, putting some paces between you two. There was a manic laugh bubbling from your chest, a harsh noise, “I’ll never know peace wherever I go. None of us will, alas certainly not you either. Not with what weighs on your soul.”

The Kingsguard’s long legs closed the space, hand darting out to grip the side of your head as he growled, “Don’t speak of things you know nothing of. Ill-begotten wretch.”

You grinned.

Criston didn’t have the luxury of nursing his anger. It appeared the more he tried to hold it in, the more it seeped out. His entire body was on the attack as he glared at you, eyes wide, teeth close to baring, thick brow twisted up. He didn’t sew a pocket and you wondered if it was worse or better for the soul.

You leaned up into his angered visage, lips close to his, your lips split into a mocking smile. Something was invigorating about this— watching his nostrils flare as the brunette sharply exhaled. He hadn’t released your head, breath choppy.

“You’re confusing me,” Criston gritted out.

“I want you of course.”

Spoken as if it was the most simple thing. Gods this felt fucking good.

He smashed his lips to yours, nose bumping together as he turned his head, lowering to your height. Your nails dug into his neck, inexperienced lips molding to his pace. It was rough, brutal really. Criston’s tongue ungracefully slipped into your mouth when his hand slapped your ass, prompting you to yelp.

You smacked him back on his cheek, pulling away. Criston growled, “You’re definitely on the wrong side of the coin and blanket, get over here.”

You surged back to smash your lips against his, gripping at a handful of dark hair, groaning as teeth and lips meshed. He turned you toward the bed, bigger frame crowding yours, shuffling steps until the backs of your knees hit the bed. You hissed as he pushed you back, your body bouncing once.

Criston immediately pinned you down, his cold plate digging into your soft skin. He breathed, “Sick goddamn spawn. I see the thorns underneath.” One of his knees propped against the bed, teeth subtly dragging down your throat. A hand kneaded and groped your breast, drawing a low moan from your throat— the edge of pain sent more throbbing below.

You wanted him to hurt. Moreso you to hurt and throb with pain, entering that state of bliss within. All of Criston’s physical soft spots were practically hidden, you reaching down to undo his sword belt clumsily. The knight smirked.

“You want my cock? Fitting for a natural born off a whore.”

You spat back, “Says the man who fucked the whore and now wants her filthy bastard. Is it my cunning, sly nature? My natural wanton lust that weakens you so?”

He gritted his jaw, hand slapping down next to your head with a curse. Criston swallowed heavily, both of his hands rucking up your dress, ripping anything in the way. He’d rip you too. A nice surprise you supposed, perhaps not for him.

You taunted with a grin. “You’re weak you know? Must be the Dornish blood. Ser Criston, you just need the feeling of a noble cunt to keep you going, hm?”

He was feverishly undoing his breeches and padded tunic. Shoulders shaking with anger, disappointment, something else. Criston cursed as his fingers slipped again, huffing, “Fuck you.”

You waited with a smug look, looking forward to this new, powerful experience.

His dusky cock was flush and hard, bigger than what you imagined. You weren’t sure what the imagination even was— your fantasies were feelings, not pictures. He felt at your bare cunt, thick calloused fingers unceremoniously delving into the slick heat.

You grunted, the pain giving way to more. So much more.

Criston pulled his fingers back, brows raising in alarm as the maiden’s blood covered his fingers. You watched him and quickly jerked his hand over, eyes flicked upwards. The man shook harder, gasping, “Gods fucking dammit— damn you, damn you!”

You suckled your essence and blood off his fingers, biting at the tips, just enough to leave the fingers throbbing. The anguish upon his shining eyes and his furrowed brow was gorgeous. More arousal filled your belly, moaning softly. He rumbled out a low noise, breath heavy, the knowledge he’d fucked something up due to instinct again eating the man alive.

“You broke it, now take me,” you demanded, licking blood off your lower lip.

Criston let out a harsh noise akin to a sob as he aligned himself with your soaking pussy. There was a long pause, likely a useless prayer in his head. He inhaled against your pulsing neck. You moaned again as the thick tip of his prick entered. The earlier stinging and pulling returning, the pain sending your lashes to fluttering.

“Mm- fuck- don’t stop, hard, I want it hard,” you rasped.

Criston moaned weakly, jerking his hips forward, breath hitching against as he had filled you to the hilt. Guilt and shame roiled off his frame. Meanwhile, you could breathe it in, feeling like a god. The power you held over this sick, pitiful man who happened to be a warrior. Your walls shifted and burned, something to relish.

“Come on now, take me Ser,” you cooed, a hand skating down his neck to squeeze. He thrust again, the pair of you gutturally groaning. You spread your legs wider, planting them on the bed, shuddering at the fullness and dull throb.

He began to shake the bed with the force of his fucking, grunting, and huffing into your neck. Criston would hold up sometimes to mutter pitifully, shivering from head to toe. His handsome face screwed up, thick brows knit as he groaned.

You panted, “Feels so good, fuck.”

The friction was nice, but his broken mumbling made you grow dizzy with arousal. Guilt lurked beneath, you shoving it away with a grip at his hair or bite to his jaw.

You were crying out in ecstasy now as he had both knees on the bed, holding your hips up as his throbbing cock pushed and pushed into your soft core, the heat growing overwhelming. Sweat shone on your brow and breast, Criston faring no better. You felt like a ragdoll, the white knight doing all the work, yet you pulled the strings.

You smiled in delirium, imagining him guiltily stripping his cock for days after this. Unable to look you in the eye ever again. Gods, gods, you needed this more. Criston moaned your name, his shaking hand peeling off your hip to swirl at the sensitive little nub at the apex of your thighs.

You cried out again, arousal surging into your veins, squirming and milking his cock. Criston’s hips stuttered as he whined something about forgiveness. Your chest felt full and fuzzy, content, idly wondering if he was always so emotional.

Soon, the stuffed feeling of your cunt, the nerves singing from his insistent rubbing of thumb had you on the edge, mewling in bliss. You whined, “Yes, so good Ser Criston, ’m gonna come, my white knight.”

He broke down again, falling forward and sobbing into your neck, the sound of his pain like a bolt of ecstasy. You clenched up around him, head thrown back as you moaned and huffed, lips curled up as the burn spread across your frame— cunt weeping and pulsing around him.

“Fuck yes! Yes!”

It wasn’t much long after you writhed and clawed at his throat, Criston pulled out, sniffling and sulky as he came with little whines, face dark with embarrassment and self-hatred. His cock spit onto your thigh and the bedding as he heaved. He sat on the bed, big mournful eyes on you, the evidence of his lust.

You easily rolled away, panting. With a stretch and final savor of the ache, you padded to the washroom to ring the bell for servants to draw a bath. Leaning against the frame, you watched the broken man, lost in his thoughts, silent tears down his flushed cheeks. You scoffed, “Fall to your needs again? Perhaps you’d be a better guard dog if they gelded you.”

You turned without a word more.

He was crying softly in the other room, once again broken down. You had nothing to say. Ser Criston deserved to remember what he was, a whore.

Cherishing your newfound feelings, your chest had begun to ache for more. You sighed, internally nursing those seeds, some had sprouted, you couldn’t let them grow much more. Only allowed for when the time came. Now was a tease, a glimpse of something much more powerful that would emerge when the realm erupted.

He left eventually, you sitting in a tub, eyes closed, humming softly as the servant brushed your bastard hair. Dripping with honey, filled with thorns and poison. Mayhaps you’d be too gone a day, but now? There was much more to life yet again.

#ser criston cole x reader #criston cole x reader #criston cole x you #criston cole imagine #hotd smut #hotd fanfic #angsty angst angst #hotd imagine

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cordeliaflyte · 1 year ago

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I have been tagged by @meadowsidevalley to post a song for each letter of my username thank you mwah 💕 tried to include a variety of genres :-)

Changes by David Bowie

Old Pot Still Cooks Good Rice by Ros Sereysothea

Rage Over A Lost Penny by Ludwig van Beethoven

Dambala by Exuma

Eponine's Errand by Kaho Shimada and Michael Ball (from Les Misérables: The Complete Symphonic Recording)

Lime Tree Arbour by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds

I Am a Rock by Simon & Garfunkel

A Piacere di Nuovo by Nicholas Britell

Funny Little Frog by Belle & Sebastian

List do matki by Violetta Villas

You Keep Me Hangin' On by the Supremes

There Goes a Tenner by Kate Bush

Ella, elle l'a by France Gall

tagging @ladyoftheharbour @justinefrischmanngf @pureheroine2013 @parsleypesto ^_^

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littlegoldfinchh · 3 years ago

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thank you for tagging me @mothmonologue !! I made a new post because the last one was getting a bit too long hehe

Prompt: post your lockscreen, homescreen, last song, and last saved photo!

(my lockscreen and homescreen are the same pic)

+ last saved photo

It's a screenshot of a facebook post that made me laugh so hard that i teared up lmao

It's about. Well. This woman is saying that we should clean our wombs after getting nutted in because guys leave this energy line inside us with their cum and we're basically feeding them our energies (through the cum i guess?) at least for 7 years. Because pussy is like soil and cum is like seed and soil is. Feeding the seeds

And she wants to teach us how to clean our WOMBS properly which im so confused about because. Don't put stuff in your wombs people you will hurt yourselves

So yeah! That's the screenshot about basically djkd

Tagging: @doc-zaius @thomatual @caninefangs and @dawn-reaper

no pressure of course mwah<3

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doiedreams · 4 years ago

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ᜊ NATURAL LOVE | lmk ᜊ

║⇢ genre: fluff ద

║⇢ warnings: none

║⇢ wc: 674 words

║⇢ listen to: garden kisses by giveon

As the very last raindrops of the clouds up above hit the concrete beneath your feet, the inviting petrichor of the brisk post-rain air filled your lungs. On a journey of its own, the wind whipped through the knitting of your sweater, weaved in and out of the minimal space between you and Mark’s hands that were snugly intertwined, and returned to the vast airspace above your heads. When you lightly squeezed Mark’s hand, you could see his cheeks begin to rise to reveal a smile on his face. He fixed his beanie to cover a little more of his face as he walked.

“Perhaps we should’ve brought an umbrella. After that drizzle, you seem cold,” you said, moving your free hand to cocoon his in between both of your palms.

“It didn’t even rain that much, babe. I’m fine,” Mark said with the same small smile present on his face. You took his word for it and continued to relish in the verdant surroundings you loved so dearly after a nice sprinkle of rain while you walked home.

From your observations, Mother Nature seemed to work in mysterious and wondrous ways. There was so much beauty in the occurrences of the natural phenomena around you. Everything worked together to contribute to the flourishing essence of the earth. Subtle things, like the long earthworms Mark stopped to watch for a few seconds before resuming your stroll. The rich soil in which the worms emerged from, abandoning the home and safety of the underground to take a breath of fresh air as its former habitation flooded with rainwater from the sky. The roots of a sprout growing from far beneath the soil surface, unearthing the potential of the seed it originated from. All of these natural and wonderful happenings of nature dovetailed into each other to produce the lush, idyllic, earth you live in.

When you think of how the planet sustains such an immense amount of life through its natural processes in such an effortless manner, your mind reaches for every moment and memory you have with Mark. Starting from the shy yet fated glances you gave each other one day from far away tables in a coffee shop. Love at first sight? Perhaps. It just as easily could’ve been the predestined ways of the world, bringing you two together through one look of the eye.

Then, the first words you exchanged with each other; nervous and unsure in your own heads, yet the conversation flowed out of your mouths with ease and certainty. Despite having never spoken to him before, you knew him, he knew you.

Even the moment you suggested going star-gazing with him and he couldn’t find it in him to say no, although he didn’t really see the value in it. Had he not gone with you, he wouldn’t have seen how your love was quite literally written in the stars; your initials having been spelled out in the vast night sky by the small glowing orbs in the distance. Maybe he was just looking at it from an awkward angle that would’ve made the stars take up another image from a slightly different alignment, but he chose to believe it was a sign. You chose to believe him.

Your love story could have gone in many different directions, encountered many different challenges, come to various premature endings, but somehow, every little event fell into place to perpetuate the love you knew you had from the very beginning.

Seeing all of the earth’s wonders around you as you walked down the path back home with Mark by your side, you’re reminded that no natural disaster was strong enough to knock Planet Earth out of its orbit, nor could it stop its habitats from flourishing in the way it was created to flourish. Seeing such a thing transpire in front of your own eyes every day gave you full confidence that the natural love between you and Mark Lee would never stop harboring life, light, and affinity for years to come.

a/n: the way i was gonna try and write a request but sat on my ass in bed overnight and wrote this instead. anyways... thank you for reading! i don’t know how i feel about this yet but we’ll find out 😼

if you have any thoughts, feedback, or criticism, please let me know! as always, it is highly appreciated and encouraged :) mwah.

proofread by: @ncteaxhoe @hunjins (sorry for the tagging again!)

[REPOSTED due to tags]

networks: @nct-writers @neowritingsnet @neo-the-stars-net @kpopscape @neoturtles @czennienet

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i-am-the-balancing-point · 3 years ago

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hey, it’s your secret santa! i was just wondering if you could send me some more info on GiGi? that and maybe an order of which of the Seeds you would most like to see her with?

thank you! ♥️

hello hello 🌝💘 this is so exciting and I‘m already super curious about what you have planned!

Gigi is 24 and smol (1,62m) but filled to the brim with energy and shenanigans. She has dark brown hair and eyes and very pronounced eyebrows which are, like her mouth, very expressive. Her hair is cut into a sidecut which she sometimes wears in a half-bun. It's neither very straight nor really wavy but super voluminous and her tresses reach at least past her shoulder blades. The texture that can’t make up its mind goes along with a bunch of stray and baby hairs framing her heart-shaped face which is all neatly tied together by a pair of under-eye circles in varying shades of darkness. Honestly, I‘d say her face is a tie between Gal Gadot and Citra Far Cry 3. The most accurate -- it's pretty much spot on! -- image of her face and hair which coincidentally was the first one came from a picrew (pls dm me if you‘d like ref pics! considering stuff like the secret santa event it wasn’t super smart to pick myself as faceclaim for my oc 😂). I have started on a ref sheet for her but it's still a wip and honestly not much more atm than what I have posted here and this is still missing the pride scar on her inner thigh.

In regards to clothing and weapons, her "standard" outfit is either the troublemaker top with black skinny jeans (like here) or the deputy uniform and western boots. And of course, she always wears her cowboy hat and carries her baseball bat. In addition to her gun but she is not super fond of using that. I made a mood board for her style previously, maybe that is interesting to you. :3

Generally, the tag for my rookie is #my dep and I put everything in regards to her under it.

As for an order of the Seeds I would most like to see her with it's probably Jacob > Faith > John or Joseph.

Again, thank you so so much! I am insanely excited what you have in the works and am looking forward to Christmas ^-^ mwah!!

#me *obsessively picks nails over this bc I'm ECSTATIC*#answered asks #anon #Far Cry 5

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starry-night-rose · 2 years ago

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AWWWW THANK YOU SO MUCH POOKIE BEAR MWAH MWAH! I will use any chance I can get to talk about my odd music taste!

𓆩♡𓆪 Noel’s Lament - Ride the Cyclone

𓆩♡𓆪 Gaston - Beauty and the Beast

𓆩♡𓆪 Pomegranate Seeds - Julian Moon

𓆩♡𓆪 You & Me Song - The Wannadies

𓆩♡𓆪 Voulez-Vous - Mamma Mia

My music taste is definitely something!

Tagging - @geminiiviolets @rosietrace @sakuramidnight15 @cinnamoroxie @oseathepebble @hamstergal @daisyneptune + anyone else who sees this and wants to join!

rules 🎶 :: when you get this, list 5 songs you’ve been listening to & tag 5-10 people.

tagged by :: @photmath @karotland @okayymochi

1 :: r.i.p 2 my youth by the neighbourhood ➛ been looking back at some of my old playlists and found a couple gems

2 :: born to die by lana del rey ➛ one to many tiktok edits has me back in my lana del rey headspin and I'm not complaining about it

3 :: lied by wizthemic ➛ it's just a good song that I randomly found a while back I have listed to it ever since

4 :: wildest dreams (taylor's version) by taylor swift ➛ a classic and something that I listen to when day dreaming

5 :: cleanin' out my closest by eminem ➛ this just fuels my rage from time to time

taglist :: @silvervioletvalentine @sebscore @fxllfaiiry @mbappebby @sidcrosbyspuck @kiwisa @kiryoutann @mrs-bellingham @joaofelixes @lcvertrl

#reblogs!#mutuals <3 #nem 🎨

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aragima · 4 years ago

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hannibal questions! 🍖🔪

@nietzscheantrout @horrorlesbians and @hanniba1 wanted me to answer these hannibal questions and i wrote too much but oh well! thanks to all 3 of you ilu!!!

favorite episode and why: oh we’re just goin straight to the hard questions huh um OKAY so i think i can only do an ep a season - s1: SORBET SUPREMACY! you get to see the exact moment will looks at hannibal and thinks “.........shit. it’s him isn’t it. he’s The One. SHIT.” and that is so important to me - s2: this one is really hard maybe naka-choko? it’s so fucking gay and sexy. but tome-wan... but mizumono............ yeah idk - s3: torn between digestivo and the wrath of the lamb cuz they both hurt SOOO good much; i love will breaking up with hannibal and hannibal manipulating the situation so will can’t leave asldkjansk it’s so toxic we have to stan..... and for twotl i mean do i really have to give a reason every scene LIVES in my mind and it contains my favorite shot in the whole show:

that is LOVE baby! that is DESIRE! that is being ENTHRALLED!!!!

least favorite episode and why: i feel like they’re all so necessary that it’s kind of impossible to say but probably antipasto. i get sick of hannibal and bedelia’s shenanigans really quickly and as much as i hate to admit it... i miss will. i also think it was an extremely weak season opener and i blame it for getting the show canceled sjshshsgsg the resentment...

favorite side character: chiyoh or jimmy or actually wait— RANDALL TIER 🖤

if you could bring back one character who died, who would it be?: RANDALL FUCKING TIER. i want there to be a weird thing with him and hannibal and will going on. but also i love what his death did for will so idfk, other than him it’s gotta be beverly

dish prepared in the show that you would like to try eating/making: i was supposed to make hannibal’s osso bucco recipe like 3 weeks ago but it completely slipped my mind so i guess i’ll get on that my next grocery trip

which side character would you kill off?: chilton just because for god’s sake just let the man DIE ALREADY poor guy <- i’m taking ava’s answer because YEAH

was there any scene that you didn’t like to look at?: nah. the skin ripping scenes at the beginning of either kaiseki or sakizuki (idk i don’t remember, i hardly watch s2a) are particularly brutal but i tough it out

biggest ship: i mean do i even have to say

why did you start watching hannibal?: my wife, who was my girlfriend at the time, and her dad were watching it as it was airing and i was like “oh cool hannibal lecter origin story” but due to inconsistent access to the episodes i would just watch it randomly and that is... not the way to watch hannibal. i gave up around the end of s2 but knew hannigram was It regardless. i decided to watch s3 for the first time earlier this year just to have finished it and was like HOLD UP and did an immediate rewatch that left me... well, how i am now

favorite hannibal fic if you’ve read any?:

oh boy. yall ready for this? all of these can be found on ao3 obviously (i’m so sorry this is so long but i guess i’ve been asked to put together a fic rec anyway)

as soft, as wide as air by blackknightsatellite, the ladders series by emungere, blackbird by emungere, consenting to dream series by emungere, taken for rubies by emungere, at first meeting by emungere, protect me from what i want by @alienfuckeronmain, god of the cold, cold wars by highermagic, the abyss smiled back by highermagic, pomegranate seeds by highermagic, absolute zero by highermagic, in the truly gruesome do we trust by sidnihoudini, TKO by sidnihoudini, oh dear by lunarwench, each according to its kind by chapparral_crown, a flood in our hearts by nanoochka, let me sinful be by darlingred, uncomplicated by stratumgermanitivum & youaremydesign, good bones by @damnslippyplanet, like they do in babylon by @damnslippyplanet, your obedient servant by kareliasweet, past our satellites by shotgunsinlace, only the tender meat by isagel, the shape of me will always be you by missdisoriental, a white-walled room by rodabonor, spleen et idéal by rodabonor, the paper doll series by rodabonor, a common point of interest by rodabonor [i do NOT like a/b/o stuff but if i did... it’s this fic], just thought you should know by earthsickwithoutyou, the sacrificial lamb by princesskay, transcendent suffering by itsbeautiful, not something polite by moistdrippings, leave your message after the tone by onewhositswithturtles, holes in the floor of the mind by feverdreamblood, crossing caina by feverdreamblood, the archipelago series by melusine10, but seas between us braid hae roar’d by kareliasweet

have you watched any of the hannibal films?: yeah all of them except manhunter! i grew up watching silence of the lambs because my mom loved it and i went thru a big edward norton phase as a teen so i’ve seen red dragon like 10 times

have you read the thomas harris books?: no and i’m not going to lmao #fakefan

favorite murder tableau: if we’re talking just hannibal’s- the judge. if we’re talking Murder Bad But Kinda Pretty like in general probably the mushroom people or the totem

favorite blood spill: will imagining hannibal while he beats randall to death or The Gutting of Will Graham

what’re some of your headcanons?: - will is good at shibari (backed up in canon: his fishing knots, the firefly man’s full body hishi karada harness) - hannibal rarely listens to modern, non-classical music but he’s a björk fan and he saw one of her chapel performances during the vespertine era and was Moved - will listens to classic rock (zeppelin, the doors, pink floyd) with some classic country (patsy, merle, johnny) and blues (billie, muddy, bessie) thrown in. he’s also a sucker for early/mid-90s college rock/alternative/grunge - will plays the piano (because of the piano in his living room) and the harmonica (because he’s country white trash); he’s kind of shit tho - hannibal fell for will somewhere between “my thoughts are often not tasty” and “you won’t like me when i’m psychoanalyzed” (love at first sight! at last sight! at ever and ever sight!!!) - will’s circumcised, hannibal isn’t 🤪 - hannibal’s a gemini!!!! adaptable, creative, intelligent, outgoing, impulsive, etc - will’s an aquarius!!!!! analytical, a loner, temperamental, unique, compassionate, etc - will’s mom was jewish go read my fic about it https://archiveofourown.org/works/26774326 - hannibal is an agender man (tbh i think of this as canon, it’s just unstated/undefined) - hannibal can speak russian, spanish, and a teensy bit of portuguese in addition to the other languages we know he speaks (lithuanian, english, french, italian, japanese) - will speaks limited amounts of french; he learned it as a kid in louisiana - ED TW will sometimes has a Difficult relationship with food due to food instability by the way of poverty as a kid and goes through periods where it’s hard to keep himself fed, but hannibal is so good for him in that way because he keeps him from going hungry 😓 (yes this is me projecting but also it makes SENSE) - hannibal typically bottoms but THEY DEFINITELY ARE BOTH VERS and will never stops being surprised by how much he loves catching a dick. every time is like religious experience. okay? okay - they’re also both very kinky and switches but tbh.... will was made to Dom hannibal like that’s the reason he exists he could drag that old bitch around by a leash and hannibal would be in heaven HANNIBAL WOULD CALL HIM SIR - the first time they have sex hannibal comes like immediately but he isn’t embarrassed because he’s hannibal fucking lecter and hannibal lecter doesn’t get embarrassed - i have a hc for their favorite sex positions but i’m not gonna put that here because i don’t want yall calling me crazy any more than you probably already do but if you wanna know just DM me all i do is think about them fucking it’s a curse - okay no more dirty stuff abigail called hannibal “dad” on more than one occasion and it was half-joking but it also felt comfortable to her; she never thought to call will “dad” because he’s a weirdo and never knew her as much as he knew his idea of her - hannibal taught her to play piano at the cliff house - beverly is pansexual!!! - brian and jimmy kissed one time when they were drunk and they NEVER talk about it EVER - chiyoh is straight probably. i know, i know, everyone says she’s a lesbian and if she’s a lesbian to you that’s awesome! she’s a lesbian! but idk i just think she’s SO fucking straight and tbh i mourn bc that’s my wife. she could MAYBE be bicurious... - chiyoh is non-monogamous and doesn’t do serious relationships, she doesn’t like the idea of being tied to one person ever since she left the lecter castle - she helped hannibal and will escape after The Fall; she told hannibal she would continue to watch over him and i think she did, she got them a boat and got them the fuck out of there - MOLLY IS DOING SO MUCH BETTER WITHOUT WILL. SHE’S SO GLAD SHE GOT OUT OF THAT WHEN SHE DID. she has a good, long talk with alana and finds out all the shit about him and hannibal that will never told her (and it was a lot), gets drunk and burns all his shit, and then washes her hands of the whole thing; moves to a different state, gets a girlfriend, and never thinks about will again

okay i’m capping it there or i’m never gonna stop!! i’m not tagging anyone cuz i think everyone has done this by now lmao but if you’re a mutual who hasn’t and you want to just do it and say i tagged you!! mwah!!!!

#blood #long post #hannigram fic rec #hc

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♣️ mwah mwah mwah

miss seed!!! just the person i wanted to see ty for gracing my inbox 💕💞

You’re my: go-to source for my daily dose of hilarity thanks to your anons DKJSLF no but in all honesty you're my daily dose of insightfulness bc i love seeing what you have to say about things, and also still hilarity bc you're genuinely very funny How I met you: again this is such a weird question since we all met online but alyssa tagged me in a post of recommended blogs for you to follow so i guess there!! Why I follow you: took a look at your blog which was very pretty and saw that you rbed poetry and text posts and stuff from a few shared fandoms. also noticed the comments you'd leave in the tags so i was like. this is a quality blog. also i discovered you were muslim which is always a bonus i love my muslim moots <3 Your blog is: everything i've listed already but it's even more exciting now bc of the s&b content. you put the best stuff on my dash and the mal defense period was SO fun (not for you probably i'm sure it got exhausting 💀) Your URL is: gonna say this about every beloved character but ICONIC! the gasp when i saw you changed it... but he's such a valid choice i'm glad you're associated with mal now Your icon is: VERY pretty i love them and i love the peach/beige colour and the sky in the background a lot A random fact I know about you: you take political science i think? or something politics/political i remember you complaining about readings once General opinion: very thankful to have you as a mutual i love it when we interact and again i truly love seeing what you have to say about stuff! even when it's 1D drama dskjfd i've learned so much and still know nothing A random thought I have: these are just things i am wishing for my mutuals but i hope your original writing is going well and that you get a week of brainless-free anons 😌

Mutuals send me “♧“ and I’ll do this!

#asks #malortsev

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dreams-madeof-strawberrylemonade · 5 years ago

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thank you @satans-helper for tagging me to answer these questions! <3

Have you had a good day so far today? I’d call it a pretty good day. Wrote a bit, watched some docs and a series, played cards, so yeah

What’s something you wish you could tell your younger self? Stop stressing over literally EVERYTHING [which I still do] and stop saying yes only to please others.

If you could share one song with someone for them to understand you, what would it be? "Waiting for you” by Nick Cave & the Bad Seeds, “Don’t go away” by Oasis and “Come on Outside” by Noel Gallagher’s High Flying Birds

A song people maybe wouldn’t expect you to like but you do? "Blow Your Mind (Mwah)” by Dua Lipa

Describe your go-to pair of shoes? White Nike Air Force 1′s. I have like 3 pairs of them

Do you have a picture/poster in your room? What of? I have quite a lot. I have a lot of pictures of random guitars and of places where I’d want to go to. I also have tickets from the gigs I’ve been to and posters of bands I love (Oasis, GVF, Beatles, Nirvana, Metallica, Guns n Roses, Blur)

What’s your favourite software? uuuuUUUUHmmmm Windows 10? Idk what this question refers to?

Do you own nail polish/fave colour of nail polish? I own a ton of nail polishes. My favorite color is a peachy orange, and I also have a transparent one with confetti in it lol

Favourite herb/spice? Oregano and does Tabasco count?

Do/can you lucid dream? The only lucid dream I have is the falling one.

Summer or winter? Summer

If you could relive a day of your life, would you? When? I definitely would. The 16th of April 2018

Favourite historical era? I don’t think I have one

A common misunderstanding people have of you? That I am bitchy. I am really friendly guys!!!!!

i’m tagging @myownparadise96 @pomegranatecurses @karrotkate @onevisionanthem @satingrass-maidensfair @pennylane-gvf

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pargeneticae · 7 years ago

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AESTHETICS !

COLOURS .

red . brown . orange . yellow . green . blue . purple . pink . black . white . teal . silver . gold . grey . lilac . metallic . matte . royal blue . strawberry red . charcoal grey . forest green . apple red . violet . navy blue . crimson . cream . mint green . bubblegum pink . sky blue . pale jade . heather grey . lavender purple . onyx .

ELEMENTS .

fire . ice . water . air . earth . rain . snow . wind . moon . stars . sun . heat . cold . steam . frost . lightning . sunlight . moonlight . dawn . dusk . twilight . midnight . sunrise . sunset . dewdrops .

WEAPONS .

fists . legs . sword . dagger . spear . lance . bow & arrow . hammer . shield . poison . guns . axes . throwing axes . whips . knives . throwing knives . pepper sprays . tasers . machine guns . slingshots . katanas . maces . staffs . wands . powers . magical items . magic . rocks . mud balls . claws . teeth . stealth . strategy . forehead . warhammer . polearm . flail .

MATERIALS .

gold . silver . copper . platinum . titanium . rose gold . diamonds . pearls . rubies . sapphires . emeralds . amethyst . metal . iron . rust . steel . glass . wood . porcelain . paper . wool . fur . lace . leather . silk . velvet . denim . linen . cotton . charcoal . clay . stone . asphalt . brick . marble . dust . glitter . blood . dirt . mud . smoke . ash . shadow . carbonate . rubber . synthetics . ribbon . moonstone .

NATURE .

grass . leaves . trees . bark . roses . daisies . sunflowers . tulips . lavender . petals . seeds . hay . sand . rocks . roots . flowers . fungi . ocean . river . frozen lake . meadow . valley . forest . desert . tundra . savanna . rain forest . caves . underwater . coral reef . beach . waves . space . clouds . mountains . snow . mist . pond .

ANIMALS .

big cats . wolves . foxes . eagles . owls . falcons . hawks . swans . snakes . turtles . ducks . bugs . spiders . birds . whales . dolphins . fish . sharks . horses . cats . dogs . bunnies . penguins . crows . ravens . mice . lizards . werewolves . unicorns . pegasus . dragons . monkeys . raccoons . rats .

FOODS / DRINKS .

sugar . salt . candy . bubblegum . wine . champagne . hard liquor . vodka . beer . coffee . sake . tea . spices . herbs . apples . orange . lemon . cherry . strawberry . watermelon . vegetables . fruits . meat . fish . pies . desserts . chocolate . lollies . cream . caramel . berries . nuts . cinnamon . burgers . surf ‘n ’ turf . burritos . pizza . ambrosia . eggs . milk . raspberries .

HOBBIES .

music . art . watercolors . gardening . smithing . sculpting . painting . sketching . fighting . writing . composing . cooking . baking . sewing . training . dancing . acting . singing . martial arts . self - defense . war tactics . electronics . technology . cameras . video cameras . video games . computer . phone . movies . theater . libraries . books . magazines . cds . records . cassettes . piano . strings . violin . guitar . electronic guitar . bass guitar . harmonica . harp . woodwinds . brass . flute . bells . exploring . playing cards . poker chips . chess . dice . motorcycle riding . eating . sleeping . climbing . running . jogging . parkour . studying .

STYLE .

lingerie . armor . cape . dress . tunic . vest . shirt . boots . ankle boots . heels . leggings . trousers . jeans . skirt . jewelry . earrings . necklace . bracelet . ring . pendant . hat . beanie hat . crown . circlet . helmet . scarf . brocade . cloaks . corsets . doublet . chest plate . gorget . bracers . belt . cravat . sash . coat . leather jacket . hood . gloves . socks . masks . mittens . cowls . braces . watches . glasses . sun glasses . straw hat . visor . eye contacts . makeup . ribbons . hoodie . sweater . converses . tennis shoes . boxers . briefs . boxer briefs . shorts . cargo . cropped pants . crop top . cuffed pants . clawed gauntlet . formal attire .

MISC .

balloons . bubbles . cityscape . light . dark . candles . growth . decay . war . peace . money . power . percussion . clocks . photos . mirrors . pets . diary . journal . fairy lights . madness . sanity . sadness . happiness . optimism . pessimism . loneliness . family . friends . comrades . assistants . co - workers . enemies . loyalty . smoking . drugs . kindness . love . hugs . kisses . spring . summer . autumn . winter . farmland . countryside . suburban . village .

tagged by : my bae ! thank you mwah ! tagging : @irritablefacade, @quietresistance, @dokkstjarna, @rcsethcrn, @moranument, @mcallisterclan, @consultingsister

#「 i aim to be lionhearted but my hands still shake. 」 ⤿ about.

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