#the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine [ humans ]

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the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

[image ID: several versions and detail crops of a digital painting. the composition shows lucifer, a demon in human form with pale skin and long red hair, above beelzebub, a demon in human form with warm light beige skin and long dark curly hair. lucifer is in a blue robe and is wearing dangling pearl and ruby earrings, and beelzebub is in a black collar shirt. lucifer is holding beelzebub's jaw and leaning over her to kiss her forehead. rivulets of blood pour from the site of the kiss, as well as from the corner of beelzebub's mouth as she gazes up at lucifer with awe. the background is dark blue and the composition is light dramatically from above. the crops, in order, focus on: lucifer's earring, beelzebub's eye, lucifer's hand, and both their faces. the last two images are alternative versions of the painting, the first with more gold tones, and the second without the dramatic lighting. end ID]

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1). Very nice, very tired, very evil || Hookhausen || AU: What Baking can do || Prompt: ""you should sleep" "I am not human. I don't need sleep." || 2k words

2). How much time ya got? || Kingmox || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. || 6k words

3). Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Hangkenny || Prompt: "have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you?" || 4k words

4). BTE buddies || No ship || Prompt: “ that hurt more than a brazilian wax . ” ||OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

5). I love the way he looks at me || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU || 3k words

6). Hand in [un]Lovable hand || Southern Lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” ||OC: Jay Orton || 6k words

7). Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Southern lovin' had me a blast || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

8). We'll bury these old ghosts here || Bluejays and Blowjobs || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

9). I need to purge my urges [I need someone to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Welcome Home || OC: Jay Orton || 3k words

10). If I said you could never touch me || Hangkenny || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman and Kenny on Kenny's return || 2k words

11). Would you love me more [If I killed someone for you?] || The Elite polycule || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || 2k words

12). Show me the method of your selfless tongue [give me a sermon] || Hangmatt || Prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || 3k words

13). Just Cole || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address || OC: Jay Orton || 1k words

14). Can we just lay here and forget the world || The Polycule || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." || OC: Jay Orton || 2k words

15). We made our peace with weariness and let it be. || Hangkenny || Prompt: "You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || 2k words

16). I find myself alone at night [Unless I'm having sex] || Hangkenny || Prompt: Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed || 2k words

17). There's always some reason [to not feel good enough] || Hangkenny || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || 1k words

18). An open hand [for your other man] || Hangkenny/Golden lovers || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || 3k words

19). But lately, I've been worried youre losing yourself || Hangkenny || Part two of: IFMAAN [UIHS] || 2k words

20). It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Hangkenny || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || 1k words

21). Angel to me [Watashi ni totte tenshi] || Hangkenny/ Golden Lovers || Prompt:'how long have you known?' || Part 1/2 || 2k words

22). You know the distance never made a difference to me || Golden lovers/ Hangkenny || Prompt: “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || part 2/2 || 2k words

23). I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Bluejays and blowjobs || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || OC: Jay Orton || 4k words

24). The dead man in the dream is you || No explicit ship || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Trans girl adam cole || 4k words

25). I picture it soft and I ache || Hangkenny || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || 1k words

26). no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Hangkenny || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || 1k words

27). Everything stays [but it still changes] || Hangkenny || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || 4k words

28). Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Hangkenny/The elite polycule || Prompt: "Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too" || 2k words

29). I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Adam squared || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || 2k words

30). Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Hangkenny || Prompt: Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you. || 1k words

31). I hate what youre doing, I hate that it feels so- || Hangkenny || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || 1k words

32). Your voice drives me insane || kenny Omega || Prompt: N/A || 400 words

33). Bite the hand that needs me || Hangkenny || Prompt: “You ever wonder if other people think we’re like… A thing?" || 2k words

34). The only one who’s hurt someone is me || Golden Lovers || Prompt: “I want you. I need you.” || 3k words

35). Being such a good boy for me now || Hangmatt || Prompt: sender spanks receiver hard enough to leave a mark || 4k words

36). Talk to me (talk to me, talk to me) || Hangkenny || Prompt: Lightly kissing on top of a freshly formed bruise || 4k words

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

I WANT INFO DETAILS SYNOPSIS EVERYTHING ABOUT ALL OF YOYR WIPS NOWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWWW /lh ofcofc

YES YOUR HONOR ON IT IMMEDIATELY

I'M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME- Meliodas childhood fic, the one I just updated

There is love that doesn't have a place to rest- Artoria backstory, how she married the DK + why she stays

I will beg your forgiveness, but love, I don't deserve it- Your exchange fic! Assassin Ellie x Mercenary Mel

On first and fierce affirming sight (of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)- My one and only Geldris fic. Honestly can't believe I didn't name this one after cherry wine. You know, the song with the blood. For the vampire.

Going unknown (as any angel to me)- Unposted Elizabeth 7:1 fic, emphasis on her healing and journey with magic

If I could hold you for a minute, darling, i'd go through it again- The last fic in the only series i have, I cried while writing this one ngl. not like a few shed tears, i fucking wept

And it's worth it, it's divine- Meliodas being introduced to Drole and Gloxinia. Probably my only fluff.

The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine- THIS one is the unposted Elizabeth healing one. Unless I have two? Oh my god, I have two of them.

Under heavy skies in the rain, you're dancing in bare feet- Fae AU. The one I've wanted to update since I posted it. Yeah, that one.

Skinning the children for a war-drum- Demon slayer fic! Centered on Nezuko, I pretty much abandoned this and I feel bad.

My sanctuary (you're holy to me)- Meliodas whump. Dude, I have never had a plot come as quickly and easily as this one did. I had so much fun writing this.

All that we intend is scrawled in sand- Zeldris angst. What more is there to say?

Emotional support goddess/human/who knows- Elizabeth giving the sins therapy. I think it's one of the first things I ever posted, on ao3 at least.

Forgive me for what I'm not, and never will be- Alluka-centric HXH fic. Cute little one shot, not much else to say.

There is love in our madness- One of my favorite fics I've ever written. This is the one where Mel and Ellie meet on the mountain and bond, and it's also where I came up with Saoirse!

And then there's also two original works that I haven't touched in almost two years, but I started them in elementary school. Fun fact, I actually got flagged on my school's computer screening thing because of the amount of gore in it. It was so fucking funny.

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@kneelingshadowsalome thank you for indulging me on the hozier songs xoxo.

Melody-wise, if you liked Take Me To Church and Work Song, you'll like these songs, they're rock with gospel and folk influences. I'm going to list the songs who have lyrics that remind me of our favorite nasty Austrian man, but I really do recommend listening to all of Hozier's discography. Long post ahead!

Angel of Small Death and the Codeine Scene - lol of course I start with this one. This one is mostly about an unhealthy dependency on a woman akin to a drug addiction, but these lines are so König. Also this song just rules.

Feeling more human and hooked on her flesh I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet Fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile It's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet

It Will Come Back - feral man becomes obsessed the moment you show him scraps of affection

You know better babe, you know better babe Than to smile at me, smile at me like that Than to hold me just, hold me just like that Don't let me in with no intention to keep me Jesus Christ, don't be kind to me Honey, don't feed me, I will come back

Cherry Wine - required listening for Hozier fans, such a beautiful song. Again, this one is also about an unhealthy relationship that I don't really associate with König, but these lines do remind me of Fatum Nos Iungebit

Her fight and fury is fiery, oh, but she loves Like sleep to the freezing Sweet and right and merciful, I'm all but washed In the tide of her breathing And it's worth it It's divine The way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine Open hand or closed fist would be fine The blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

Dinner & Diatribes - drawing comparisons between the act of eating and the act of loving, my beloved

Honey, this club here is stuck up Your friends are a fate that befell me I'd suffer Hell if you'd tell me What you'd do to me tonight

Sunlight -

A soul that's born in cold and rain Knows sunlight, sunlight, sunlight And at last can grant a name To a buried and burning flame As love and its decisive pain Oh, your love is sunlight

De Selby (Part 2) - this song just goes hard asf

What you're given, what you live in Darling, it finds a way to live in you And your heart, love, has such darkness I feel it in the corners of the room

Francesca - this song is really beautiful and longing, it's based on a story about a forbidden love where the couple was put to death. Also, "put me back in it" is most certainly referring to pussy.

My life was a storm since I was born How could I fear any hurricane? If someone asked me at the end I'd tell them, 'Put me back in it' Da-darlin', I would do it again If I could hold you for a minute

Special shoutout to the line "Heaven is not fit to house a love like you and I"

Who We Are - hehe the third chapter of Shrike is titled after this song. Bit of a spoiler, but without context, which is the best kind of spoiler >:)

I just held it tight So someone with your eyes Might come in time To hold me like water Or Christ, hold me like a knife

Butchered Tongue - also reminds me of Fatum Nos Iungebit

So far from home to have a stranger call you 'Darling' And have your guarded heart be lifted like a child up by the hand In some town that just means 'Home' to them With no translator left to sound A butchered tongue still singin' here above the ground

Unknown/Nth - this is a really bittersweet song reminiscing on a relationship that ended because he didn't truly know his partner. Again, I don't really associate the whole song with König, but these lines do remind me of Just Friends

Where a blinding light shone on you every night And either side of my sleep Where you were held frozen like an angel to me

Hozier also sings the last verse of this song so beautifully, it's like he captured the sensation of being at a concert and having the artist's voice so powerful in your ear. Required listening tbh

There are so, so many more songs I would recommend listening to, but these are the König highlights :3 Enjoy

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The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine - Frederick Chilton Imagine [NBC's Hannibal]

Title: The Blood is Rare and Sweet as Cherry Wine

Pairing: Frederick Chilton X Reader

Based On: Cherry Wine

Word Count: 1,684 words

Warning(s): HI, PLEASE TAKE THESE SERIOUSLY! unhealthy relationship, arrest, threats of violence, presence of a knife

Summary: Chilton had risked everything for (Y/n). His reputation, his job, even his freedom. But now that he had (Y/n) with no interference, he is left questioning his choices and feelings.

Author's Note: I've considered this plot a few times, but never went through with it. This song offered a controlled way to do it.

HOZIER [2014] WRITING CHALLENGE MASTERLIST

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Frederick sometimes wondered if he had loved (Y/n) more when they were behind bars.

If that barrier was a necessity for him to truly accept this relationship of his.

He had known it was wrong from the moment he entertained the idea.

(Y/n) had been a resident of the Baltimore State Hospital for the Criminally Insane for a while. They had grown accustomed to every face that would pass through its halls. It was home. It likely would have been for the rest of their life, and they were all too aware of them.

Frederick was in charge of (Y/n)'s care.

He was an administrator. Truly, practicing wouldn't have exactly been a requirement at this point in his life. However, he only had so many people employed... and he enjoyed the fame of treating the ones that society considered to be the evilest of humanity.

A dangerous obsession of his.

(Y/n) had grown to adore the little game they had going with Dr. Frederick Chilton.

They had taken up spending their sessions trying to get to him instead of working on their own issues. They were good at it too. It merely took a few carefully placed compliments and batted eyelashes to cause Frederick to shift a little in his chair.

"Why won't you come closer," (Y/n) asked one day, watching the man sit in the chair that had been placed behind a yellow strip of tape.

"There's been an occurrence of patients trying to pee on their therapists," he explained. He tried to move past the topic quickly. "Or spit on them."

"I'm disappointed that you think I would even try to participate in such behavior," (Y/n) replied.

They were back in a private room. No guards around. It was for (Y/n)'s comfort. When they did open up, it was more likely to be in a space like this than the small boxes that others had been kept in.

(Y/n) stepped closer to the bars. "Come on, Frederick. If I was going to hurt you during our sessions, then I would have done it a long time ago."

He raised an eyebrow at them.

"Come on," they drew the word out a little as they grinned at him. "Please?"

A sigh escaped him before pushing himself out of his chair.

When he stopped walking forward, there was still quite a distance between the pair.

"Frederick," (Y/n) complained. "Am I really so much of a threat that you can't stand in front of me like you would a friend?"

"You're not a friend, you're a patient."

(Y/n) placed a hand on their chest and pretended to be hurt by the statement.

When Frederick didn't reply, they dropped their hand and spoke up again, "I think we both know that you do not see me as merely a patient."

He raised an eyebrow.

"I think I haunt you," they continued.

"Haunt me?" he repeated.

"And not out of fear," they added. "It's quite flattering, really."

Frederick shook his head, scoffing. Deny until you couldn't. That was the thought process that he seemed to be operating under.

"Come here," (Y/n) pushed him. "Please?"

He took a deep breath before taking a few more steps forward.

"There you go," they said. "This is much better."

"What do you want," he asked.

They shrugged. "Maybe I just want to be closer to you."

"Funny."

"I'm serious," (Y/n) insisted. "You're telling me that we have spent all of this time together and you have never thought about what could happen?"

"Nothing could happen."

"Aren't you the big man in charge?"

"(Y/n)."

"Frederick," they muttered, moving even closer to him. They reached their hand out and touched Frederick's tie. "What's the real answer to my question?"

It was tense between them.

"Hello..."

"I've thought about it."

(Y/n) let out a fake gasp. "Really?"

Frederick rolled his eyes.

"Maybe one day," they entertained the thought. "When there are fewer people glaring at us."

It was a dangerous idea. But (Y/n) had said just enough to plant the idea in his head.

Truly, that's all that (Y/n) needed to do. Anything else could be planned without them.

Frederick spent ages questioning the idea. He knew how dangerous it was. If he was asked, he could name every risk off the top of his head. He knew that he shouldn't have even considered it.

But he did.

And it took all too long for Frederick to walk through his front door and find (Y/n) sitting in his living room.

"Welcome home, dear," they said with a smile.

He grinned back.

They stood up and walked over to him. Their arms wrapped around his neck. Both of them sighed. It felt like the weight rolled off of the pair. It was nice.

(Y/n) leaned forward and pressed their lips to his. It was such a perfect moment.

Frederick began to accept that this was all worth it.

For obvious reasons, (Y/n) was confined to Frederick's house after that night.

With all of the pressure, Frederick had no interest in taking any extra risks.

(Y/n) despised that. They were bored and tired.

"I am getting restless," (Y/n) explained, bouncing over the back of the couch to sit next to him. "I've spent years in a cage. I thought that I was meant to be free now. All I have now is nicer clothes."

"And me," Frederick added.

(Y/n) hummed. "I would argue that I had you before. Only difference now is that I can touch you without checking for guards first."

He raised an eyebrow at them. They moved forward and wrapped their arms around his neck. He grinned before leaning forward to press his lips to theirs.

It still felt strange to be able to kiss them with no hesitation.

Frederick wondered if there would ever be a time when he got used to the feeling of their lips on his.

He didn't have much time to entertain the idea before his head was pulled back and something was pressed against his throat. It took him a matter of milliseconds to recognize the thing as the edge of a knife.

"(Y/n), what the hell are you doing," he asked, terrified that all of the risks he had taken were all pointless.

He saw a grin break out on their face. They started laughing as they pulled the blade away. He stared at them.

"Oh, relax," they waved him off as he stared. "Gosh, it was a fun joke."

(Y/n) threw the knife across the floor, letting it slide away from the pair.

"I have to have a little fun when I'm here."

The stunned look on his face was reminiscent of the look he would give if someone spilled wine in his house. Maybe (Y/n) was the equivalent of a stain on all of the white details that filled each other rooms.

Frederick prided himself on his intelligence. He always felt the need to appear smarter than everyone else in a given situation. If he couldn't prove it, then he would act like it.

But now... he was confused. More confused than he ever had been before.

He was lying to the people that worked with him, to law enforcement, to the people that may have still cared about him. All while (Y/n) pulled silly little stunts in the name of "a little fun."

If it had happened once, then Frederick could have moved on with no questions. But it didn't. (Y/n)'s "fun" always seemed to be the result of scaring him half to death. They always giggled like there was no difference between those behaviors and tickling a person.

But there would be these periods of peace. Times when Frederick could look at (Y/n) and fully understand the actions that got him there. He could imagine the love and the need and the lack of logic that was completely logical in his mind.

The scales were tipping back and forth, waiting for the balance to be lost forever and for everything to come crumbling down.

Frederick wasn't sure why that day had been the day he called the FBI. Maybe it was something he saw or some conversation he had. All he knew was that it was the right choice.

(Y/n) made dinner for them.

Each one of them at opposite ends. They acted like nothing was wrong. Like (Y/n) wasn't aware of Frederick's sudden nervousness. They acted like this meal was completely normal.

(Y/n) asked about his day. He asked about theirs.

(Y/n) called him "dear" and looked at him with a terrifyingly loving gaze.

Frederick felt fear shift from his stomach to his throat. Like vomit rising, prepared to come out as soon as he kept his mouth open for a few moments too long.

The police lights shined through the windows in the middle of the meal.

(Y/n) didn't bother looking out the window. They simply scoffed. Frederick took a deep breath.

"I'm sorry," he muttered.

(Y/n) rolled their eyes. "You know how much I hate liars, dear."

They stood from their seat and walked to stand in front of the front door. They moved to their knees and laced their hands together behind their head. They saw no purpose in running. Not now.

Frederick stood from the table to watch them.

The SWAT team entered with guns drawn.

(Y/n) offered an obnoxiously polite grin.

Jack Crawford was behind the team.

"Hi, Jack! Been too long, hasn't it?"

"Absolutely," he said in the same taunting voice that (Y/n) had put on.

"How do you like the house," they asked. "I thought it was going to be perfect."

Jack shrugged. (Y/n) laughed.

"You're fun, Jack," they commented.

"You know what else will be fun?" Jack tilted his head as he spoke. (Y/n) acted like an excited kid. "A trip down memory lane."

(Y/n) pretended to be shocked as an officer rounded around (Y/n) and cuffed their wrists.

(Y/n) called out to Frederick as they were led out, "Love you, dear! I'll see you soon!"

And he couldn't tell if the idea made his heart speed up or stop in its tracks.

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hello friends of guapoduo, I finished my halloween fic with 11 days left!!

this is 14k words of Cellbit being such a brooding vampire that even Edward Cullen looks like a stable individual next to him. also idiots to lovers supreme because no one talks about their feelings. if you like shared proximity, hurt/comfort, vampire AUs and soulmate AUs this was written 4 u <3

Summary: “Take my blood, then,” he offers, like it’s the most natural thing in the world. Cellbit can feel his teeth press against his lower lip, the fangs coming in. Roier’s smell is overwhelming, saccharine sweet. Just the thought of getting to taste him makes Cellbit feel like he’s about to lose control. He thanks the gods above he’s too weak to move, otherwise he would have Roier pinned beneath him already. “You don’t understand what you’re offering,” Cellbit hisses. “I understand that you’re in pain. I don’t wanna see you suffer.” Roier looks at him like a kicked puppy. He’s got exactly what Cellbit needs, offers it on his own volition, and still, Cellbit hesitates. He can’t recall the last time he fed on a human, much less a human he deeply cared about. “Please,” Roier says, pulling up the sleeve of his sweater, “Let me help you.” And that sliver of bare skin is enough to make Cellbit blackout. --- Or: After being injured by the Federation, Cellbit needs human blood to heal his wounds. Roier volunteers to help his friend, but neither of them could have expected the consequences: a soul-bond that will put their feelings for each other to the test."

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Blood is Rare (and Sweet as Cherry Wine) by exylo

Oneshot | M | 14,257

Vampire | Soul Bond | Sharing a Bed | Implied Sexual Content

“Take my blood, then,” he offers, like it’s the most natural thing in the world.

Cellbit can feel his teeth press against his lower lip, the fangs coming in. Roier’s smell is overwhelming, saccharine sweet. Just the thought of getting to taste him makes Cellbit feel like he’s about to lose control.

He thanks the gods above he’s too weak to move, otherwise he would have Roier pinned beneath him already.

“You don’t understand what you’re offering,” Cellbit hisses.

“I understand that you’re in pain. I don’t wanna see you suffer.”

Roier looks at him like a kicked puppy. He’s got exactly what Cellbit needs, offers it on his own volition, and still, Cellbit hesitates. He can’t recall the last time he fed on a human, much less a human he deeply cared about.

“Please,” Roier says, pulling up the sleeve of his sweater, “Let me help you.”

And that sliver of bare skin is enough to make Cellbit blackout.

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Or: After being injured by the Federation, Cellbit needs human blood to heal his wounds. Roier volunteers to help his friend, but neither of them could have expected the consequences: a soul-bond that will put their feelings for each other to the test.

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Oooo so much angst from cellbit but what else do we expect at this point. He just loves roier so much he can’t stand the idea of hurting him and that’s fair tbh

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🍒 𝐌𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐅𝐢𝐜𝐬 [42]

25ᴛʜ ᴍᴀʀᴄʜ 2024

ᴇ = ᴇxᴘʟɪᴄɪᴛ

ᴍ = ᴍᴀᴛᴜʀᴇ

ᴛ = ᴛᴇᴇɴ

ɢ = ɢᴇɴᴇʀᴀʟ

𝘽𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙠𝙞𝙣𝙜 𝘽𝙖𝙙 [1]

ᴡᴀʟᴛᴇʀ ᴡʜɪᴛᴇ/ᴊᴇꜱꜱᴇ ᴘɪɴᴋᴍᴀɴ

(Anal)ysis of Jesse Pinkman | E

𝘾𝙧𝙞𝙢𝙞𝙣𝙖𝙡 𝙈𝙞𝙣𝙙𝙨 [3]

ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ᴍᴏʀɢᴀɴ/ꜱᴘᴇɴᴄᴇʀ ʀᴇɪᴅ

Blooming Luck – Heather | E

Peaceful Beauty – Hyacinths | E

Renewed Spring – Lilac | E

𝘿𝙚𝙩𝙧𝙤𝙞𝙩: 𝘽𝙚𝙘𝙤𝙢𝙚 𝙃𝙪𝙢𝙖𝙣 [4]

ʀᴋ800/ʀᴋ900 (ʀᴋ800 & ʀᴋ900)

Don't Go, You're Half Of Me Now | T

Sweet Creature | E

ʀᴋ800/ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴋᴀᴍꜱᴋɪ (ʀᴋ800 & ᴇʟɪᴊᴀʜ ᴋᴀᴍꜱᴋɪ)

Borrowed A Love (That Never Came) | T

Fill My Lungs With The Air Your Heart Is Breathing | E

𝙁𝙖𝙣𝙩𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙞𝙘 𝘽𝙚𝙖𝙨𝙩𝙨 𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙒𝙝𝙚𝙧𝙚 𝙩𝙤 𝙁𝙞𝙣𝙙 𝙏𝙝𝙚𝙢 (𝙈𝙤𝙫𝙞𝙚𝙨) [1]

ᴘᴇʀᴄɪᴠᴀʟ ɢʀᴀᴠᴇꜱ/ɴᴇᴡᴛ ꜱᴄᴀᴍᴀɴᴅᴇʀ

Liquid Sunshine | E

𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙞𝙚𝙧 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 | 𝙁𝙧𝙚𝙚 𝙁𝙖𝙡𝙡 [1]

ᴍᴀʀᴄ ʙᴏʀɢᴍᴀɴɴ/ᴋᴀʏ ᴇɴɢᴇʟ

And Suddenly, It Felt Like A Free Fall | E

𝙂𝙖𝙢𝙚 𝙊𝙛 𝙏𝙝𝙧𝙤𝙣𝙚𝙨 [2]

ᴊᴏɴ ꜱɴᴏᴡ/ʀᴏʙʙ ꜱᴛᴀʀᴋ

Claiming His Bitch | E

He Was Worth It In The End | E

𝙃𝙖𝙣𝙣𝙞𝙗𝙖𝙡 [2]

ʜᴀɴɴɪʙᴀʟ ʟᴇᴄᴛᴇʀ/ᴡɪʟʟ ɢʀᴀʜᴀᴍ

I want your Violence, your Wrath and Salvation | E

Volatile Hunger (Signed H.L.) | E

ʜᴀʀʀʏ ᴘᴏᴛᴛᴇʀ/ꜱɪʀɪᴜꜱ ʙʟᴀᴄᴋ

𝙃𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 𝙋𝙤𝙩𝙩𝙚𝙧 [1]

All Of Our Sins In The Daylight | E

𝙋𝙚𝙣𝙣𝙮 𝘿𝙧𝙚𝙖𝙙𝙛𝙪𝙡 [1]

ᴇᴛʜᴀɴ ᴄʜᴀɴᴅʟᴇʀ/ᴅᴏʀɪᴀɴ ɢʀᴀʏ

Souls Tied, Intertwined By Our Pride And Guilt | E

𝙏𝙚𝙚𝙣 𝙒𝙤𝙡𝙛 [21]

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴅᴇʀᴇᴋ ʜᴀʟᴇ

(K)Not Tonight | E

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴘᴇᴛᴇʀ ʜᴀʟᴇ

The Moth In The Mirror | E

(Un)Lucky Incidents | E

Will You Stay (On My Mind)? | E

I'll Bring You Home (It's Been So Long) | E

The Summer Air By The Seaside | E

His Touch Brought Forth An Incandescent Glow | E

I Want You Now (Wanna Need You Forever) | E

Cinnamon Sugar and Stardust | E

Twilight | E

Blood So Rare And Sweet As Cherry Wine | E

There's A Strange Love Inside (It's Getting Louder) | E

Something Meaty For The Main Course | E

The Smell Of Smoke Would Hang Around This Long | E

What if all I need is You? | T

So in Awe, there I stood as you licked off the Sage | E

Feeling Knotty | E

Fell in love with the Flame who built me a Cage | E

It Will Wither (Ours Won't) | E

ꜱᴛɪʟᴇꜱ ꜱᴛɪʟɪɴꜱᴋɪ/ᴊᴏʀᴅᴀɴ ᴘᴀʀʀɪꜱʜ

The Hellhound and his Human | E

I Think I've Seen This Film Before (And I Didn't Like The Ending) | E

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙂𝙤𝙤𝙙 𝘿𝙤𝙘𝙩𝙤𝙧 [1]

ꜱʜᴀᴜɴ ᴍᴜʀᴘʜʏ/ɴᴇɪʟ ᴍᴇʟᴇɴᴅᴇᴢ

Rainy Days And Love Confessions | T

𝙏𝙝𝙚 𝙌𝙪𝙖𝙧𝙧𝙮 [3]

ɴɪᴄᴋ ꜰᴜʀᴄɪʟʟᴏ/ᴊᴀᴄᴏʙ ᴄᴜꜱᴛᴏꜱ

Colourful Rainstorms (Repeat Until Dawn) | E

Cold Sheets (Oh Where's My Love?) | E

ʀʏᴀɴ ᴇʀᴢᴀʜʟᴇʀ/ᴅʏʟᴀɴ ʟᴇɴɪᴠʏ

Moonlight Shenanigans | E

𝙄𝙩 𝙇𝙞𝙫𝙚𝙨 (𝙑𝙞𝙨𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙉𝙤𝙫𝙚𝙡𝙨) [1]

ᴍᴀᴛᴛʜɪᴀꜱ ᴍᴄQᴜᴏɪᴅ/ᴍᴀɪɴ ᴄʜᴀʀᴀᴄᴛᴇʀ

Come Doused In Mud, Soaked In Bleach (As I Want You To Be) | E

[lovecursd]

"The blood is rare && sweet as cherry wine. . ."

— LOVECURSD | | | | independent & selective vampire original character inspired from vampire: the masquerade lore & other vampire media. written by blossom (she/her | 25 | PST).

exploring themes of : finding hope in humanity, unrealistic love, deception, betrayal, rebirth, rediscovering oneself, reclaiming agency, self-loathing, && self-love.

[jules-and-company]

the only Heaven i'll be sent to is when i'm alone with you. there is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene only then I am human only then I am clean.

calling to join them, the wretched and joyful shaking the wings of their terrible youths. with her sweetened breath, and her tongue so mean she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene with her straw-blonde hair, her arms hard and lean she's the angel of small death and the codeine scene. feeling more human and hooked on her flesh, i lay my heart down with the rest at her feet fresh from the fields, all fetor and fertile it's bloody and raw, but I swear it is sweet. jarring of judgement and reason's defeat the sweet heat of her breath in my mouth, i'm alive.

she blows outta nowhere, roman candle of the wild laughing away through my feeble disguise no other version of me i would rather be tonight and, Lord, she found me just in time. 'cause with my mid-youth crisis all said and done i need to be youthfully felt 'cause, god, i never felt young. electing strange perfections in any stranger i choose. i fall in love just a little, oh, little bit every day with someone new. there's an art to life's distractions somehow escapes the burning weight the art of scraping through some like to imagine the dark caress of someone else i guess any thrill will do. i wake at the first cringe of morning and my heart's already sinned how could your sweet love and you would pray for him how pure, how sweet a love, aretha, that you would pray for him.

honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes i feel like a person for a moment of my life. but you don't know what hell you put me through to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you to feel your weight in arms I'd never use it's the god that heroin prays to.

honey, you're familiar like my mirror years ago idealism sits in prison, chivalry fell on its sword innocence died screaming, honey, ask me I should know i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door.

i have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me. we lay here for years or for hours your hand in my hand so still and discreet so long we become the flowers we'd feed well the land and worry the sheep. and they'd find us in a week when the cattle show fear after the insects have made their claim after the foxes have known our taste i'd be home with you i'd be home with you.

you and I nursing on a poison that never stung our teeth and lungs are lined with the scum of it. so we're slaves to any semblance of touch lord we should quit but we love it too much.

when my time comes around lay me gently in the cold dark earth no grave can hold my body down i'll crawl home to her. when I was kissing on my baby and she put her love down soft and sweet in the low lamp light I was free heaven and hell were words to me.

what did you bury before those hands pulled me from the earth?.

you don't understand, you should never know how easy you are to need. don't let me in with no intention to keep me jesus christ, don't be kind to me honey, don't feed me, i will come back. it can't be unlearned i've known the warmth of your doorways through the cold, I'll find my way back to you.

screaming the name of a foreigner's god the purest expression of grief. i've no language left to say it but all I do is quake to her breaking if I try convey it the broken love I make to her.

her fight and fury is fiery oh but she loves like sleep to the freezing sweet and right and merciful i'm all but washed in the tide of her breathing. and it's worth it, it's divine i have this some of the time. the way she shows me I'm hers and she is mine open hand or closed fist would be fine the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine.

rare is this love, keep it covered i need you to run to me, run to me, lover run until you feel your lungs bleeding.

oh but the farrow know her hungry eye, her ancient soul it's carried by the sneering menagerie. to be twisted by something a shame without a sin. when I was a man I thought it ended when I knew love's perfect ache but my peace has always depended on all the ashes in my wake.

you've done me wrong for a long, long time but after all you've done i never changed my mind honey please, try to love me. flowers, flowers grow where I'm laid to rest honey, pick a blossom and hold it, hold it to your breast and you'll know that's my love bursting loud from inside.

[chaosteddybear]

- in the madness and soil of that sad earthly scene, only then I am human, only then I am clean

- so tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes, no better version of me I could pretend to be tonight

- electing strange perfections in any stranger I choose

- you don't know what hell you put me through, to have someone kiss the skin that crawls from you

- darlin don't you join in, you're supposed to drag me away from it

- I know that look dear, eyes always seeking, was there in someone that dug long ago

- you don't understand, you should never know, how easy you are to need

- I've no language left to say it, but all I do is quake to her. Breaking if I try convey it, the broken love I make to her

- the way she shows me I'm hers and she's mine, open hand or closed fist would be fine, the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

- it's not the wakin in the risin, it's not the song it is the singin

- true that love in withdrawal was the weeping of me, that the sound of the saw must be known by the tree, must be felled for to fight the cold, I fretted fire but that was long ago.

- my life was a storm since I was born. How could I fear any hurricane?

- if I could hold you for a minute, I'd go through it again, I would still be surprised if I could find you darlin in any life

- if the wind turns, if I hit a squall, allow the ground to find it's brutal way to me

- you called me angel for the first time my heart leapt from me, you smile now I can see its pieces still stuck in your teeth

- the trees deny themselves nothing that makes them grow, no rain fall, no sunshine, no blood upon the snow

best fucking hozier lyrics in no particular order

we tried the world, good god, it wasn't for us

i slithered here from eden just to sit outside your door

after the foxes have known our taste, i'll be home with you, i'll be home with you

no grave can hold my body down, i'll crawl home to her

why were you digging, what did you bury, before those hands pulled me from the earth?

my dearest love, i'm not done yet

who could ask to be unbroken or be brave again?

whatever here that's left of me is yours just as it was

remember me love, when i'm reborn as the shrike to your sharp and glorious thorn

i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee that made him turn around, and i'd be the immediate forgiveness in eurydice

be like the love that discovered sin, but freed the first man and will do so again

be that hopeful feeling when eden was lost, that's been deaf to our laughter since the master was crossed

love, when the sea rises to meet us, oh, and there's nothing left for you and i to do

true that i saw her hair like the branch of a tree, willow dancing on air before covering me

and i love, too, that love soon might end, be known in its aching

be still, my indelible friend, you are unbreaking

the last time i felt your weight on my chest, you said "we didn't get it right, but love, we did our best"

and just knowing that everything will end should not change our plans

i would still be surprised i could find you, darling, in any life; if i could hold you for a minute, darling, i would do it again

heaven is not fit to house a love like you and i

[himbos-hotline]

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Last updated: 24/09/2023

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Tumblr requests/fics:

1.) Very nice, Very tired, Very evil || Prompt: “You should sleep." “I am not human. I don’t need sleep.” || Ship: Hookhausen || AU: The Bakery Au

2.) How much time ya got? || Prompt: Eddie Kingston and Jon Moxley sitting in an all night diner talking about the new "adoptees" of the BCC. Bonus if you can work in Regal shipping them and a serious question on how many teeth to get Danhausen to curse Jericho. || Ship: Kingmox || Fluff

3.) Blood is as rare and as sweet as cherry wine || Prompt: have i not suffered enough? has my sacrifice been insufficient to entertain you? || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with no happy ending

4.) BTE buddies || Prompt: “that hurt more than a brazilian wax.” || Ship: The buck brothers || OC: Jay Orton || Family fluff

5.) I love the way he looks at me || Prompt: "Waiting outside in the car after dropping the other off to ensure they at least get inside their homes safely before driving away." || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || AU: the highschool AU

6.) Hand in [un]lovable hand || Prompt: “Do you trust me?” || Ship: The polycule & Southern lovin' had me a blast || OC: Jay Orton || Angst with a happy ending

7.) Getting you off is my favourite hobby || Prompt: I’m gonna stop if you don’t cum.” || Ship: Southern lovin' had me a blast || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff and smut

8.) We'll bury these old ghosts here || Prompt: “You literally don’t have to do anything to catch my attention because my eyes have never really been on anyone else other than you.” || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || angst with a happy ending

9.) I need to purge my urges [I need somebody to blame] || Prompt: CM Punk trained Jay turning on him to join BCC or The Elite || Ship: Welcome home || OC: Jay Orton || AU: Elite!Jay

10.) If I said you could never touch me || Prompt: I wish you would write the conversation between Kenny and Hangman on Kenny's return. || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with no happy ending

11.) Would you love me more? [If I killed someone for you?] || Prompt: "You're bleeding… You're bleeding bad…” || Ship: The Elite Polycule || Angst || Adam Cole gets killed

12.) We made our peace with weariness and let it be || Prompt: You were a good person once. I looked up to you" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with a happy ending

13.) I find myself alone at night [unless im having sex] || Prompt: "Person A gets cold during the night, and joins Person B in bed" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

14.) There's always some reason [To feel not good enough] || Prompt: things learned in a nearly empty diner || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

15.) An open hand [for your other man] || Prompt: “How much did it hurt?” || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

16.) It's fine, fine, fine [Who am I?] || Prompt: "just tell me what you need. let me give it to you?" || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst with a happy ending || Kenny is a DiD system

17.) Angel to me // Watashi ni totte tenshi || Prompt: 'how long have you known?' || Ship: Hangkenny || Kota comes to AEW [1/2]

18.) You know the distance never made a difference to me || “i can't hide from you like i hide from myself” || Golden Lovers || Kota comes to AEW [2/2]

19.) I'll tell you my sins and [you can sharpen your knife] || Prompt: "I'm starting to feel jealous when I see you with other people." || Ship: bluejays and blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton

20.) The dead man in the dream is you || Prompt: "I've got a lot of bad shit that I'm taking to my grave." || Ship: N/A || OC: Jay Orton || Trans Girl Adam Cole

21.) I picture it soft and I ache || Prompt: Singing them a lullaby || Ship: Hangkenny || Fluff || Kenny Omega's stories for young lovers [1/4]

22.) Show the method of your selfless tongue [Give me a sermon] || prompt: “are you..are you blushing?” “NO physical activity just makes me red okay” || Ship: Hangmatt || smut

23.) no lover leaves the rose garden without blood on their hands || Prompt: “if I asked, would you stay?” || Ship: Hangkenny || angst

24.) Everything stays [But it still changes] || Prompt: “Kisses that have them hiding their face in your shoulder” || Ship: Hangkenny/Golden Lovers || Angst

25.) Look at you [how could I not be in love with you] || Prompt: Leaning in without realizing and then stopping just before their lips are attached to look in the other’s eyes to see if they want this too || Ship: Hangkenny || Comfort no hurt, Fluff

26.) I could be a better [boy]friend than him || Prompt: "This is a bit weird, isn't it? Sharing a bed with a stranger." || Ship: Adam Squared || Fluff

27.) I hate what you’re doing, I hate that it feels so || Prompt: “How far is too far?” “I honestly don’t know at this point.” || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

28.) Did you kiss me so my lips would bleed? || Prompt: "Those soft gazes you can feel burning into the side of your head, and when you look back at them, they’d either hold their gaze or they’d quickly look away so you don’t catch them staring at you." || Ship: Hangkenny || Angst

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Poetry/Original works of fiction:

1.) Girl || A poem about my dysphoria || Angst

2.) Elizabeth || Original Fiction || Angst with no happy ending || Based on two alters in my system

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Wrestleprompts fic prompts/warm up writings:

1.) With tears in your eyes, you begged me to stay || Prompt: It was you the whole time || Ship: Bluejays and Blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || Angst with a happy ending || Week two

2.) We only write by the moon || Prompt: A proposal on the beach || Ship: HangKenny || Fluff || Week three

3.) Just Cole || Prompt: When the otp+ are not on a first name basis and it becomes more intimate than more technically familiar address ||Ship: Bluejays and Blowjobs || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff || Warm up writing

4.) Can we just lay here and just forget the world? || Prompt: "I just want to lay here, with you, for a little while longer." ||Ship: The polycule || OC: Jay Orton || Fluff || Warm up writing

5.) The things we used to share || Prompt: A reluctant trip to the zoo to make a partner happy || Ship: Hangkenny || Fluff || Week five

6.) Write it in ink or in blood [it's the same either way] || Prompt: "You got a tattoo of what?" || BROTP: Crimes? Crimes! [Jay Orton & Matt Jackson & Nick Jackson] || Found Family || Week six

7.) To you I'm just a man [to me you're all I am] || Prompt: N/A || Ship: hangkenny || first fic

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Twelve days of Chirstmas 2023:

1.) glass on the rocks || Prompt: "I know it's winter, but you don't have to act so cold!" || Ship: Hangmatt

2.) But let me kiss your lips [so I know how it felt.] || Prompt: "Please open the door before I freeze to death." || Ship: Hangkenny

3.) Dancing on the blades, you set my heart on fire. || Prompt: "If you don't have gloves, you can just hold my hand." || Ship: Hangkenny || AU: The Highschool AU

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Archive of our own exclusives:

1.) Til death do us part, please keep breaking my heart [Til it ceases to beat, please be mine] || OTP: Hungbucks || Work in progress

2.) The ghost story would be over || Ship: The BCC] || OC: Jay Orton || Work in progress

3.) Love always finds a way || OTP: we're so full of love || OC: Jay Orton || AU: The Indies AU || Discontinued

4.) You know I'm gready for love || ship: N/A || Fictober 2022 || Family fluff

5.) Jon Moxley's weird way of showing affection || Ship: N/A || Fictober 2022 || Family fluff

6.) I should have known you'd bring me heartache [Almost lovers always do] || Ship: Hangkenny || Fictober 2022 || Angst no happy ending

7.) Holding his wax wings together || OC: Jay Orton || Ship: we're so full of love || Fictober 2022 || Angst and fluff

8.) Hold on [One more time with feelings || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: oh my god and they were roommates || AU: The roommate AU || Half-abadoned/ Currently being re-written/re-worked

9.) je ne parle pas français Sami || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: oh my god and they were roommates || Prestablished relationship fluff

10.) Oh I'm so human || OC: Madelyn Orton || Ship: We could build a lego house || AU: the Mob AU || Complete

11.) Fairytales don't exist || OC: Madelyn Orton || OTP: we could build a lego house [Finn Balor/Madelyn Orton] || Angst and fluff || Complete/ Currently being reworked/re-written

12.) I am not a vessel for your good intent || Dead Girl Adam Cole || Angst/fluff || Currently being written

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[genuinemilk]

Not all fruit is forbidden.

And so they fed her soft, ripe peaches, tart plums full of sweetness, and cool crisp apples. The pastor himself supplied them with cherries from his tree, helping every step of the way. It's not impossible to cure a vampire, he told them. Your daughter still has a chance to be free.

Grains too, ground, baked, boiled. But the vampire turned aside the bread, the porridge and the pottage. She did not crave another's birthright, but her own was too terrible to be claimed.

Even the body and blood of Christ they offered every Sunday had to be forced down her throat, the wafer and the wine. She did not thirst after salvation. But her parents craved it for her, and so she sputtered and choked it down.

The symptoms showed up in other ways, regardless. The vampire's distaste for human food (that wasn't humans) was one thing. But all knew of her guilt, as she could not hold another's gaze. As the pastor's screaming for repentance from the pulpit led to her sobbing and shaking, hands over her ears to keep the dread noise out. As she flinched from the holy water her parents sprinkled over her each night before bed.

"She is of the age at which vampires choose a mark," the pastor eventually warned. "Her desire for blood may make it entirely impossible for her to eat. You must keep her from drinking. You must starve the devil out."

But her soft hearted parents could not watch her wither away. So when neighbors chickens went missing, they kept their silence. When the dog died, they buried it in secret. They brought her beef and bacon and bird and lamb, cooked so rare it was still twitching. "Just don't choose a mark," they begged her. "We will keep you from starving, just don't let your desire control you. Surely this will be enough. It has to be."

Try as they might, they were wrong. Their offerings could never be enough. Her birthright called, and with it the forbidden knowledge of what she was and what she could become called also. Maybe heaven could never claim a killer, but what was heaven to her hunger?

In the end the vampire did not choose a mark. The mark chose her.

The vampire found the woman outside a chicken coop during a midnight blood run.

The woman was tall. Her skin was the color of sun-ripened wheat. Her lips were the shade of a pomegranate.

"You look thirsty," the woman said. "Come and drink." The woman offered the vampire an arm, and she accepted it.

She drank and she drank, draining every ounce she could. Eating had always been painful, grating, holding back nausea. But this was easy. She had never expected it to be easy.

And it tasted so familiar. Not apples or plums or stew or gruel. But something right. Something she knew, but different.

For the first time in her life, she was full and could drink no more. And the woman was not dead. The woman only smiled back at her, with teeth as sharp as her own.

She knew what it was, what blood tasted like.

It tasted like wafers and wine.

[7-ratsinatrenchcoat]

oh boy. you did this to yourself.

I'M A BAD BITCH YOU CAN'T KILL ME

There is love that doesn't have a place to rest

I will beg your forgiveness, but love, I don't deserve it

On first and fierce affirming sight (of sunlight, sunlight, sunlight)

Going unknown (as any angel to me)

if i could hold you for a minute (darling, i'd go through it again)

and it's worth it, it's divine

the blood is rare and sweet as cherry wine

under heavy skies in the rain, you're dancing in bare feet

skinning the children for a war-drum

my sanctuary; you're holy to me

all that we intend is built on sand

Emotional support goddess/human/who knows

forgive me for what i'm not, and never will be

there is love in our madness

JESUS there's so many of them. UHHHH WHO TAG????

@exrolotus AND TWO THE TAG ISN'T WORKING

WIP Tag Game

Got tagged by @overlyimmersed - thank you 💜 This is fun!! (and I'd never say no to a chance to share my wips, especially since it's been a while since I managed to post something :(... hopefully that'll change soon!)

RULES: post the names of all the files in your WIP folder, regardless of how non-descriptive or ridiculous. Let people send you an ask with the title that most intrigues them, and then post a little snippet or tell them something about it! and then tag as many people as you have WIPs.

Since I've got more wips than I know what to do with, I'm gonna limit myself to nnt and only wips on my computer (also not counting my ongoing fics with at least 1 chapter already posted)

Febuwhump and Whumptober Fics (in no particular order)

23. Wrath of Light (You'll have to go through me)

27. A Clan of One (Survivor's Guilt)

31. The Loss in Victory (Emptiness)

First Holy War Whumptober AU

Whumptober - Meliodas & The Boar Hat Regulars

(+ at least 9 fics titled in the style of "UNTITLED (Prompt))

Other (Mostly Whump) Fics (in alphabetic order)

A Moment of Rest (a Decade Too Late)

As the Night Falls

Behind the Darkness (Where Your Hearts Lie)

Demon Bros Comfort Nuzzles

Galand exposes Meliodas' demon secret

Hitmen!Demon bros AU

How to Demon (Yes, Captain, This is Really Necessary)

"King & Meliodas" + "Whumptober 2022 - Meliodas & King - Protective + Stabbed" (2 documents, 1 fic)

Losing a Part of Me (Is Like Losing a Part of You)

Mel with tiny horns and wings

Meliodas and the Kids AU #1

Meliodas Broken Knee

Melizabeth soft moment

Monster Sins AU - Story 2

My Trust in You

Pirate Melban AU

The Blood in My Hearts (It's You) - Polysins AU

The Dusk Before a New Dawn

The Past On My Skin

When the Spell Breaks

Wrath of a Captain

Your Presence (A Comfort)

Zel gets distracted by Mel's heartbeat and everything changes

Don't think I can tag as many people as I've got wips, so Imma just... @hihopelessromantics, @gh0stofyesterday, and leave this open for anyone to join - you wanna do this, then consider yourself tagged! :)

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tag post 01: the persons.