#the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

[kainekillinggod]

some of you gays haven't heard a lesbain and bisexual teenager with acoustic guitars singing Cherry wine by Hozier at a talent show with a bunch of band kids and your crush sitting right next to you and it reallyyyyy fucking shows :/

[lovespowermoved]

𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐈𝐀 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ / mutuals may reblog, personals don't interact.

[haelestormmoved]

me : *minding my own business*

brain : " i know it's clean ; it was in a drawer . "

me ( and riley ) : ............. 🫠

this is actually my roman empire @razorfst

[devinheirofhera]

@angxlsvxnom

The vampire didn't even look up from his desk when the door to his office opened. In front of him was notebooks open up to pages filled with hand written notes, pens scattered among them and a laptop opened but forgotten as the screensaver flashed across its screen. Elias Reyes needed to have his life in order, pristine perfect order, but his desk was the one place that chaos was not only welcome but thrived. It made sense to him no matter how often Enzo used to tidy and try to organize the mess. Used to being the key word. "Is it done?" Was all he barked out when he caught the scent of his youngest child. Unlike his oldest, the youngest was the one he knew could get the job done without worry. It was one of the main reasons he decided to turn Quentin Malikov in the first place; his eagerness to please and be good for him. "It must have otherwise I know you would not dare show your face to me until it was." A warning and a reminder of who was in control just in case the boy ever did begin to slip.

[diolanza]

tag drop for verses! all my muses now have a deity verse and a revolutionary army verse!

[lovespower]

some tags.

[fireheld]

— eventually, when I make a real verse pages, I will add the a/b/o-verse but for now, here are some quick facts about Billy in-verse.

— Billy is Omega, he isn’t proud of that so he pretends to be an Alpha by taking scent blockers/heat suppressants. This can be detrimental for his health and already has some more obvious effects (fatigue, snappish behaviour, migraines, light sensitivity and withdrawal symptoms).

— What does Billy smell like? Due to the blockers, he scents like nothing, but without them, he smells like warm honey and sea water.

— How would he, ya know, have kids? C-section! Billy is anatomically male, save for having a womb.

— I want to follow still but I don’t want to see this verse. Completely valid, the tag is “the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. — ( omegaverse ).” [without quotations] Please feel free to block it.

— This is a gross AU and makes you a bad person. Also valid, the block button is free!

More will be updated on this verse later on as I develop it more!

[hoziercriespower]

Hozier - Cherry Wine (Live)

❝ the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine. ❞

[thedeafprophet]

still thinking about it....the song really fits unfortunatly well and leaves me feelin somewhat guilty about doing this to Jamie adkfkfkg

Listening to Cherry Wine by Hozier and

"Oh but she loves Like sleep to the freezing"

really reminds me of the princess

[lovespowermoved]

𝑒𝑛𝑑𝑙𝑒𝑠𝑠 𝑒𝑑𝑖𝑡𝑠 𝑜𝑓 𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄𝐑 𝐌𝐀𝐋𝐄𝐄 (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧ / mutuals may reblog, personals don't interact.

[haelestormmoved]

tag drop part one

[devinheirofhera]

( oscar isaac, bisexual, male+ he/him ) isn’t that Elias Reyes? i’ve seen them hanging out with the vampires. i hear they're 546 but they’ve only been in alexandria for 2 of years. they seem to be cunning & power-hungry , but also quick to anger & malevolence.

Elias wasn't born with the name Elias when he was human but he refuses to talk about his life before he was turned. As far as the vampire is concerned he was born/turned until a blood moon and began his life as a vampire over 500 years ago.

He fit right into the vampire way of life even inspiring some of the vampire stereotypes; he is cruel, blood thirsty and only cares about himself.

Elias has turned a few others in his life but he is picky about who he turns mostly deciding on what they can do for him if he gives him eternal life. Often enough they don't always last from either failing Elias' request of them or him simply growing bored of them. He does enjoy shoving a wooden stake through their heart so that's a plus in his eyes.

Alexandria has been like a second home to him for a while not but will have moments of time where he doesn't visit at all. As one of the main jewelry company CEOs he is often busy traveling the world and sticking his hands in what ever business opportunities he can.

Even though he refuses to talk about it he did love once as a human and swore that he would never love again...

WANTED CONNECTIONS

- Feeders - People to manipulate - Vampire children he has turned

[devinheirofhera]

Enzo's head reared to the side and immediately Elias was reaching out to grab his chin and forcing those blue eyes back onto him. "He seemed like he understood, did he? Then why the fuck is he not responding back? Are you aware how much money we put into this? I should have you pay back what we just lost because of you!" His voice was raised now, almost shouting into Enzo's face as he kept that grip on him. It was not a new scene for them, having done this same song and dance over the centuries. "Next time I will have you take care of it yourself. It is time that you learn to clean up your own messes." Letting him so he waved him off with his hand, dismissing him. "Leave. Get out of my sight. I will call for you when I need you next." If he needed him that is. "Perhaps you should use this time to practice up on your talents. Seems like they are starting to be lackluster."

Enzo waited. And listened. It was easy to hear every word of the conversation between Elias and Quentin, the unfortunate perks of vampire hearing. Quentin was all too happy to follow his orders and do what needed to be done cleaning up Enzo's mess.

The silence in the air was almost deafening, Enzo hated it and he knew Elias knew that. When his sire approached he instinctively shrank back, always feeling smaller even though he was in reality the taller of the two. Enzo was glad not to be sent with Quentin, he knew the heretic despised him, saw him as a threat to Elias' attention, an obstacle and so he knew Quentin would take any opportunity to be rid of him. "He works better without the distraction." Enzo replied, just filling the silence.

When he felt the condecending touch to his cheek, Enzo flinched, expecing worse and for a moment he was distracted by the way his sire's words cut deep. Thomas had been kinder than most, Enzo had even enjoyed his company for a little while despite the fact that he was simply a whore - a business transaction. It had been pleasant compared to others. When the strike came his head reared to the side from the force, hand instantly clutching his pained cheek before wounded blue eyes looked up at his master. "Mi dispiace, maestro. I told him the terms, I made clear your expectations. He-he seemed like he understood."

[remorner]

open hand or closed fist would be fine

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

[xnchxntmxnt]

hurt comfort with the astarion guy pls I don't don't know anything about the game I've just seen clips of him on youtube and I love him

you aSK AND YOU SHALL RECIEVE i love him

Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Character: Astarion (Baldur's Gate)

Warnings: reverse hurt/comfort, mentions of alcohol (reader doesn’t drink), general astarion backstory information but it’s nothing super specific. not proofread

Notes: almost cried writing this. im sorry. anyway I'm a hozier lover what else is new.

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Astarion stared at the fire, leaning back against one of the boxes under his tent. There was something serene about this area—they’d never been attacked at camp, and it comforted him to know he could let his guard down somewhere. If only slightly. 

He was so lost in thought that he didn’t notice you walking up to him until you spoke. 

“Astarion?” you asked, voice softer than he expected. “Are you alright?”

He must have looked upset—he didn’t need your pity, though, so he tried to shake himself back to reality. “What can I do for you, my dear?” he asked, sitting up a bit straighter and taking a sip of the ale next to him. 

You paused, looking at him with your eyebrows furrowed slightly, then finally decided to sit next to him. He offered the ale but you declined. Instead, you turned your body to face him and slowly, gently, brushed a bit of hair out of his face. 

And he flinched. 

You quickly pulled your hand away from him and rested it in your lap. He stared, wide-eyed, terrified of his own actions. He’d inflicted pain on countless others and never felt guilt for it, but such a simple gesture broke him. 

“I’m sorry,” he says, voice small and quiet. It was unlike anything you’d ever seen before. Astarion was always so eccentric, so proud, so…unafraid. This was an entirely new side to him, and he was even more embarrassed to show it to you. He wanted to run, he wanted to hide, but he didn’t have the energy to make his feet move. To make anything move. 

There was a beat of silence, where the two of you only listened to the crackling fire a few feet away. Then, you spoke. “You don’t have to apologize for anything.”

He didn’t understand how you could be so kind to him. There were so many things wrong with him as a person, or things from his past—he’d hurt people, tricked them, found ways for dear Cazador to turn them into mindless little puppets. Like he was, before all this mindflayer business. 

There was so much wrong in the world, and there you sat. His ray of sunshine—his hope. Somehow with you, things seemed a little less dreary. True, there was some mystical dream-being that followed you around keeping everyone from sprouting tentacles, so that was something positive. But your general disposition, the way you smiled at him when you caught him staring at you, the way you snuck away from the rest of camp with him to watch the stars…all these things made him fall so hopelessly in love. 

He couldn’t be that person for you, though. He never learned how to make big, romantic gestures or show his affection in a way that made sense. A way that made sure you knew he adored you in your best and worst moments. Cazador had ruined him—he’d ruined any semblance of having a normal life. On top of being a vampire spawn and ripped away from his life before, he was stuck in an endless loop of servitude and puppetry or constantly fearing for his life. He never learned or could afford, to just relax. You deserved someone who could love you whole-heartedly, not the monster he’d become. 

“I care for you so, so deeply, my dear,” he all but whispered, voice tight with emotion. 

“I know.”

“I cannot, for the life of me…” he trailed off, quickly wiping a tear from the corner of his eye. “I cannot understand why you care for me.”

His head hung low; you stared at him, shocked and unsure how to react to his words. He felt embarrassed, he felt small—there was nothing he could do, it seemed, to pull himself out of this rut he had himself stuck in lately. 

Then he heard your words. 

“Can I hug you, Astarion?”

He glanced over to you, seeing teh pleading look in your eyes. You’d asked. Maybe that made him feel a little more normal, a little less messed up. Hesitantly, he leaned into your embrace. The moment he felt the warmth of your arms around him, though, he melted. He laid his head on your chest, his full weight falling into you exponentially by the second. And with it, he began to cry. 

It was heart-wrenching sobs that felt like someone stabbing him through the heart every time, but he couldn’t mistake the comfort of your hands running through his hair. The soothing, repetitive motion calmed his nerves more than he thought possible. After what felt like ages, he began to sit up, trying to put himself back together like that hadn’t just happened. His eyes looked slightly irritated, but he tried desperately to wipe any evidence of his outburst from his face—

Suddenly, he felt your hands around his face, thumbs running over his cheeks. He stopped—his hands slowly fell, and he relaxed into your embrace once again. 

“You do not have to apologize for feeling things, Astarion,” you said softly. “And you certainly don’t have to hide from me. Not your thoughts, not your emotions.”

He nodded, turning his head slightly to the side to kiss the palm of your hand. His voice was hoarse but surprisingly gentle. “Thank you. I don’t deserve you.”

“That’s the thing. You do.”

He smiled softly—it had been a long time since he felt like he could do so freely. 

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[thedeafprophet]

Started putting the song 'Cherry Wine' by Hozier on again when you sent me the wips,,,

Honey and Wine

revenge for @thedeafprophet!! featuring their OC Jamie Awnings >;3