#we don't speak anymore bears in trees

[vibingandthrivingouthere]

the new bears in trees song has me on the floor

[orange-tortoise]

me: its been two years, we dont speak anymore isn't gonna hurt me

me after we dont speak anymore:

[raccoonbard]

i have never had a song make me feel so full of emotion and yet so empty until we don't speak anymore. like this song makes me feel everything and nothing at the same time. i don't know how to describe it. it perfectly captures the essence of thinking of someone you simply drifted from, maybe even someone who used to be your everything, but who just,,,, isn't anymore. and the duality of wanting to reach out but not being able to. god this song has ruined me. i have no idea if @bearsintreesofficial will even see this, but if you do, thank you so much omg

[neurodivergent-alien]

Gotta listen to the same song on repeat for hours! (i am so totally ok)

[jamiemaybeme]

every single reference to christianity i can find in bears' in trees songs because. yeah. fight me

uhhh idk why i'm doing this at 1am but enjoy ig

just five more minutes:

4am: "for god's sake it's only 4am"

fly out to alaska:

"well moses saw God in a burning bush, so i'm praying please"

bits n' pieces:

fyaaa (bandcamp exclusive): "praying to saint jude all of our lives"

i see blue:

nights like these: "stop asking st anthony"

EDITED: two of my very lovely friends, berry and jamie 1, pointed out that "mother help me, madonna and child" is a reference to mary and Jesus. thank you guys!!

i want to feel chaotic:

rust: "a broken piece/of God's great plan"

"stop me eating the sand/stop me feeling so goddamm bad"

keep me safe:

laugh/cry: "demons of the soul"

and everybody else smiled back:

heaven sent is a coffee cup: ..."heaven" (repeated throughout the song)

mossy cobblestone (kind of): "stained glass" - stained glass windows are often found in churches

"my body is a temple" - common idiom with religious connotations

"and God knows i'll live forever/or die in the attempt"

confidant: "but because you were my home/built on stone instead of sand" - reference to the wise man and foolish man, a parable Jesus told in the new testament (in the bible)

little cellist: "“even Jesus Christ himself needed help to bear his cross”"

sun machine: "i cradle God on my walk to u n i"

"she preaches gospel truth down the hall"

if i just ask politely: " you tell me you're going to church in the morning"

precipitation:

"they said the clouds opened up/and the heavens came down" (technically it's an idiom but leave me alone idc /lh)

every moonbeam every fever dream:

kind love: "set 'em in stained glass windows/build cathedrals to our flaws/the spire's crowned by galaxies"

doing this again: "oh [my] God we're doing this again"

"my mother 'cites a rosary downstairs"

"but Lord these blesséd words fail me"

how to stay shining:

bart's bike: "find heaven sent in brooklyn street" - a reference to heaven sent is a coffee cup

how to build an ocean: instructions:

i can't see anything i don't like about you: "when i'm good, good god, i'm great"

"i am everyone and everything all of the time/oh god i'll be..."

all you get is confetti: "you are magdelene, mary" - mary magdelene is a woman from the bible, who was possessed by demons until Jesus told them to leave her alone. she then became a follower of Christ and was with him until his death. in all four gospels she is cited as one of the women, or the only woman, to be the first people to see Jesus' empty tomb. she also is the first person said to see Jesus resurrected. he speaks to her and she does not recognise him until she says his name.

henry says: "but/and i'll make snow angels out of all their bad dreams"

hot chocolate: "and if it snows right now that would be heaven/i mean honestly, that would be heaven"

nothing cures melancholy like looking at maps: "praying the police won't call on us"

we don't speak anymore: "we can part any sea/that surrounds us" - in the old testament, moses leads the israelites out of egypt by parting the red sea. it is a miracle that God performs through him. moses is also mentioned in fly out to alaska (above).

unreleased songs:

tea: "whether it's the devil's water or the holy water/your essence bleeds out and you diffuse"

[bearsintreesofficial]

Do you have any suggestions for your songs to use for edits?

yes.

presenting: the Bears in Trees Edit Masterpost!

headcanons (romantic/platonic)

- Heaven Sent is a Coffee Cup

- Cassiopeia

- I Wanna Feel Calm

longing/detachment

- Injured Crow

- We Don't Speak Anymore

fear/anxiety

- Ramblings of a Lunatic

- I Can't See Anything I Don't Like About You

anger

- Hot Chocolate

- I Don't Wanna Be Angry

[invisible-lint]

Everything Could Be Okay: Prologue

Andras x Reader

Summary: a prologue for what will be a Rhys x Tamlin's sister!reader

Warnings: angst! very brief mention of pregnancy loss

Word Count: 1,078

Chapter 1 Chapter 2

You knew you were already too late. You could feel it in the ache of your legs. The pounding of your heart. The breath panting through your lips as you race through the trees. He had made his decision, sending another to tell you, worried that seeing you again would change his mind. You knew that you couldn’t stop him, but perhaps you could at least say goodbye. 

Your dress catches on a branch, tearing, but you heed it no mind as you keep running as your destination comes into sight. Two sets of eyes fall upon you.The green eyes of your brother, filled with pity. The gray eyes of your husband, filled with regret.  Your brother nods before stepping away, giving the two of you the moment you so desperately need. You throw yourself at your husband, clinging to his tunic, the silver that had been rimming your eyes finally spilling over. 

"Don't do it. Don't leave me," you sob.

He says nothing, gently brushing the tears away from your eyes, somehow managing to keep his own at bay. 

"Andras. Please," you beg.

He speaks finally. "You know I must. For the Spring Court. For Prythian."

"To Hell with the Spring Court! To Hell with Prythian! I need you!" You pause for a moment, voice growing soft as your hand finds your stomach, cradling the babe growing inside. "We need you."

He places a hand over yours. "That's why I must go. There is so little time left and I will not let my child live in a world that's been corrupted by Her. I cannot bear the thought of it. It may be a fool's errand but it is the only thing that I can think of that might save our child. Save you."

You nod, a fresh wave of tears leaving you unable to speak. 

He holds you for a moment, wishing it could be different. Wishing there was a way he could protect you without sacrificing himself. A way to live and see his child born.  But there was not and so he must. He breathes in deeply, taking in your scent for the last time and kisses you on the forehead before stepping away and nodding at the other male. 

Somehow, you manage to stay on your feet as he leaves you, watching the magic that transforms your love. You walk over to the wolf that stands in his place, placing a hand on either side of his muzzle before pressing a parting kiss there. The wolf gives you one last longing look before slipping through the hole in the wall. 

You drop to the forest floor as your legs finally give out, sobs wracking your body. Your brother sinks down next to you, pulling you into his arms, holding you tight. As if by holding you he could prevent the shattering of your heart. 

"I'm sorry," he whispers, voice cracking.  "I tried to talk him out of it. Tried to convince him to stay..." 

You ignore him, too focused on your own broken heart to listen to him try to make himself feel better. He picks you up then, standing to carry you home. If you can call it that anymore when such a vital piece of it is now gone forever. 

You were in the gardens the day he died. Wandering aimlessly, fiddling with the gold ring hanging on the chain around your neck. You felt it as he drew his dying breath. Perhaps you had been mates after all. Perhaps this was as close as you'd ever get to feeling that bond, that golden thread that would never be, emptiness filling your chest as you sink to the ground amongst the roses. If it had snapped, could you have convinced him to stay? Could you have convinced him that you needed him, needed the other half of your soul? A hollowness fills your chest where you had always imagined the bond might form linking you to him. But it never did. Emotions burn in your throat, and somewhere someone screams. It’s a raw, primal sound filled with grief. Could that be you? You’ve retreated so far into yourself that you don’t even know anymore. Your hand falls to your stomach where it will swell with child, curling around yourself  to protect the babe, as if this grief is an enemy you need to protect them from. 

You’re not sure how long you lay there, curled in on yourself, feeling everything and nothing at the same time. You knew this day was coming. He may as well have been dead the day he crossed the wall and went into the human lands. You press his ring to your lips, the gold band cool from the night air. 

It is not your brother who finds you, but Lucien. He picks you up, carrying you into the house that no longer feels like a home. He carries you to your room, tucking you into your bed. He sits next to you, stroking the hair back from your face just like your mother had when you would wake from a nightmare as a child. But there was no waking from this one. He tells you how Tamlin is already going to find Andras’ killer to see if his death has brought the hope we so desperately need. You pray to the Mother, hoping that it hasn’t all been for nothing. And as your eyes grow heavy, the grief finally dragging you down into sleep, you hear as Lucien softly sings a lullaby his mother sang to him as a child.

Months have passed when you wake with a start, tears streaming down your face. You'd dreamt of the forest again. Of losing your love, your home, your soul. Your dream followed him into the mortal lands, to where the human girl had shot him with the ash arrow. You had asked her about it, needing to know. Needing to know if he had been in pain. If he had suffered. 

 Your hand falls to where your child should be growing, letting the tears stream down your face as you stare up at the canopy of your bed. He had done it. Andras had been successful and now the rest was up to your brother. He just had to get the human girl to fall in love with him and your husband's sacrifice would not be in vain. Everything you lost would mean something. And maybe, one day, everything could be okay again.

Chapter 1

A/N: This is my first fic with more planned! If you liked it feel free to send a request!

Thanks @azsazz for inspiring me to give fic writing a try!

divider by: @tsunami-of-tears

[daniellewritesfr]

𝐀𝐦𝐨𝐧𝐠𝐬𝐭 𝐓𝐡𝐞 𝐈𝐜𝐞 𝐀𝐧𝐝 𝐒𝐧𝐨𝐰

Chapter two

Paring: Robb Stark x f!Reader

Summary: After avoiding Robb for a few days you decide taking a short ride through the woods wouldn't hurt, but you find yourself once again in an unexpected encounter with The King himself.

Warnings: Plot building lots of plot building

Word count: 1.7k

A/N: I forgot to mention this is kinda a slow burn (sort of not really) anyway find series master list here.

It had been days since the last time Robb even caught a glimpse of you, he found himself frequently thinking about the conversation you two shared any chance he got. He understood he had more important things to focus on besides a woman he barely knew, for gods sake he was fighting a war yet, you had his mind running in circles. 

He was lost in thought when he was interrupted by Ser Brynden clearing his throat, Robb looked up from the map in front of him, staring at the knight waiting for him to speak, when he doesn't he turns to his mother who is watching him intently Catelyn motions her head down towards the table he quickly understands her look turning his focus back to the task at hand sliding a wooden figure across the map signifying where the Lannisters will strike next. The talk of battle plans and strategies rang throughout the large tent for hours before finally Ser Brynden excused himself biding both him and his mother goodnight. 

Catelyn stayed her eyes fixed on her son. “You’re distracted.” 

Robb quickly lifts his head looking at his mother. Was he truly that transparent? 

“I'm not.” he states looking back down at the map faking his focus. 

Catelyn moves to stand next to him “don’t lie.” Her tone shifted forcing Robb to look at her.

Her eyes were bearing into his in hope he’d reveal his troubles but he didn't. He just stared at her, slightly praying she wouldn’t ask anymore questions.    

Catelyn tilts her head looking at her son “we can not afford distractions.” She says, reaching her hand up briefly placing it on his arm before pulling away. He nods, “No, we can not.” His voice was quiet, his hand fidgeting with the pommel of his sword. 

His prayers were answered when she sighed “get some rest, gods know you'll need it” she says looking at him with a sympathetic smile as she left. 

Robb watches his mother leave, before turning around running a hand over his face with a groan, he sits down in a chair next to the table looking up at the ceiling of the tent. He needed to get a grip. 

You woke in the early morning, the sun not yet visible. The thin cloth walls of the tent doing very little to keep the cold at bay. You had been informed yesterday that you and your remaining men would be moving camps to one between Riverrun and Oldstones and that you were to begin preparing as soon as possible. You knew your men were in no condition to travel anyone with eyes could see that. Yet, an order is an order.

You don't move staying as you were for a while staring at the ceiling of your tent, till you hear the muffled voices of tired men as the rest of camp begins to wake, you groan managing to drag yourself out from under the warmth of fur blankets and throw on your clothes and some light armor you then secure your belt and pick up your sword and dagger sheathing them both before leaving the tent grabbing your cloak on the way out pulling it over yourself while walking. 

The sun was finally beginning to rise as you make your way to a tree which you’d secured your horse to for safe keeping, a beautiful Friesian horse stands tall pawing at the ground with one hoof as you walk up to him extending your hand running it along the side of his face, you lean close resting your forehead on his cheek for a moment, deciding a small ride wouldn’t hurt seeing that it was still early and it would be hours before the men were ready to move.  

You pull away grabbing the blanket and saddle that rested against the tree, gently draping the blanket across his back, then taking the saddle and hosting it on after. You secure the reins pulling yourself up on to him, giving him a pat on the side of his neck before bounding off into the woods. 

The cold morning air rushed past your face, the trees all but a blur as you pass them. You ride for a while before slowing to a halt, looking up you stare at the huge canopy of trees watching the branches sway in the wind, their leaves beginning to change from the green of summer to vibrant shades of red and orange, leaving a sea of fire throughout the forest floor. You bring your horse to a slow walk admiring the world around you when the faint sound of rushing water fills your ears bringing a smile to your face, you drive the Friesian to a gallop heading in the direction of the noise, as you near closer a sharp breeze whisks through the air causing you to pull the hood of your cloak up and over your head sheltering your face from the cold.  

It's not long before you find yourself face to face with a large river, the water rushing and hitting rocks in its path. Dismounting your horse, and securing him to a nearby tree you walk to the bank crouching down on one knee dipping a hand into the icy river you pull your hood down exposing your face. Staring at your reflection in the rippling water the bruise on your temple was beginning to fade from a violent purple to a brownish green, the cut itself self nothing more than a scab. Although it would scar. You take a deep breath, lowering both hands in the river cupping them, letting the water collect in your palms before splashing some on your face, hoping it would clear the lingering sleep. 

“It can be quite dangerous for a lady out here all alone”

The voice made you jump almost falling head first into the water, luckily you catch yourself quickly standing and turning around to face the voice, you draw your sword half out of its sheath before you realize who it is, the one and only Robb Stark.   

You let out a breath you didn’t know you were holding, letting your sword fall back into place, before looking at him. 

He's seated atop a stocky brown horse, a heavy fur lined cloak wrapped around his broad shoulders, gloved hands resting on the reins in front of him with a grin plastered across his face. 

“I didn’t mean to frighten you” He says, you could tell he was amused with your reaction based on the small laugh that fallowed the words causing you to look down as you feel a slight tinge of embarrassment you hoped to hide.

Robb leans back slightly before dismounting the horse holding the reins in his hand leading it to a nearby tree close to where you’d left yours.

“You’re up early” He says while securing the reins to the tree, turning his head to look over his shoulder flashing you a small smile. 

“As are you.” You quip walking past him with your hands clasped behind your back glancing at him as you make your way to your horse. His eyes were glued on you as you passed.

“Seems we both prefer mornings.” You hum in response running your hand along the neck of your horse adjusting the reins before turning to face him. His eyes rake over you before settling on your face sending a rush of nerves flooding through you causing your hand to fidget with the hilt of a dagger attached at the front of your waist, that seemed to catch his attention his eyes fall from your face to your hands, he motions his head towards the dagger.

“May I?” He asks, taking a step closer leaves crunching underneath his boots.

You nod, removing the dagger from its sheath twirling it in your hand before passing it to him. The silver blade is not more than nine inches complete with a brown handle littered with intricate designs. He examines it closely tilting the knife watching as it catches glints of light, he softly runs his fingers along the blades edge careful not to cut himself.   

“It’s a beautiful blade.” He pauses for a moment looking up from the dagger to meet your eyes “Valyrian steel?” You nod.

“It was a gift from my father.” Your voice was flat not a tinge of emotion present.

In fact it was the only gift you’d ever received from him. It was one of the rare nights when he wasn’t in a foul mood. He had sat you down drunk as ever rambling on about great houses and their Valyrian weapons, when suddenly he revealed the dagger quickly shoving it into your hands, motioning at it telling you “go on look at it.” Carefully you had unsheathed it, releasing the blade admiring its beauty just as Robb. That was one of the few seemingly "decent" memories you had with your father if you could call them that.

The shift in your voice didn't go unnoticed by Robb, and for a moment he thought to ask you about it, but ultimately decided not to. So instead he nodded looking the dagger over once more then handing it back to you hilt first, you take it sliding it back into its sheath.

He couldn't help but stare, the dim morning light reflecting off the side of your face making you seem unreal. He seemed to be caught in a trance.

You cleared your throat snapping him out of the daze.

"I-" He paused for a moment collecting himself "I'm sure you were informed of our plans."

"If you mean me and my mens departure, then yes I was" You look at the sky behind him, the sun now well above the horizon filling the forest with light. "And by the looks of it I should take my leave."

Robb had insisted you let him accompany you on the way back, so here you were, the morning sun beaming down as the two of you ride into camp you were aware of the eyes lingering on your backs but you pay no mind. You both slow your horses to a stepping pace leisurely making your way through the sea of rushing soldiers. When you arrive in front of Robb's tent he dismounts his horse letting a young squire take the reins, Robb tips his head as a ‘thank you’ while the boy leads him away.

He turns his attention back to you. “M’lady.” He says, giving you a half smile.

“Your grace.” You bid him farewell, bowing your head returning the smile before bringing your horse to a trot heading off to prepare your men for travel.

Robb watched you leave, shaking his head as he turned walking through the opening of the large tent.

[rotatedaxis]

we don't speak anymore has me feeling all of the feelings. but, honestly, it just makes me think of how hollow it is when someone just disappears from your life and never considers turning back. never says goodbye. and throws years of stories and love and secrets away without any further notice. it can happen so quickly.

maybe "but you aren't ready to leave" is someone severing ties so fast you don't see it coming, but maybe it's the person still holding on to that shred of hope that they might be invited to that old friend's wedding, that you'd have been at least that important to their life that, despite such a huge disappearing act, they'd still want you to see that happen, that they'd want you to see them on such a big day - maybe you'd be in the background, unmentioned and not spoken to, but at least you'd still be tethered even slightly, because you aren't ready to say goodbye yet, you aren't ready to leave it all behind yet.

"it's not that deep, or that shallow." losing people, regardless of how, is never just this one thing you deal with and get over. it's how many years of friendship are dropped in one notification, how all of those "old times" sat in living rooms and bedrooms, and talking about baking together, and 'we should do something over christmas' and thank-yous and I-love-yous and see-you-tomorrows are abandoned. never to be seen again. there's so much nuance to not speaking anymore and the whole song just captures that feeling in one fell swoop, as if trying to help you tie up the loose ends still left over. why no closure? did you even consider saying goodbye? what about taking on this world together? when we used to say we were like family? what about all those time we thought about living together? what about all of the time we spent laughing and crying and feeling alive? but all of those fears and worries can't be communicated in so few words as "we don't speak anymore."

congratulations, bears in trees, you have once again made a song that is painfully relatable and has absolutely broken me.

[weirdsht]

I really love characters with the tendency to bleed and be some human sacrifice. Tysm kdj and krs. 😭 i have a new idea altho I'm not sure if somebody's already done this. Cale and the group with someone who coughs out blood everytime they spill spoilers from the tcf novel? Like she's been transmigrated/reincarnated (whatev you desire (⁠^⁠^⁠). Bro is trying to help so bad bc they hate war so they do it subtly and carefully (imagine having to be careful with your wording, I can't even--) but can't help but shit out blood sometimes or most of the time cos they forget and get frustrated

Forgive me for i love miserable characters...

Hardbound (Paperback pt. 2) - Cale x Reader

notes: I decided to link it to another oneshot I did before because I think it fits. I hope that's okay!

tags: blood, like the whole fic is blood, heavy cursing, Cale might be ooc, NOVEL SPOILERS (near the end of book 1)

English isn’t my first language so there will be grammatical errors

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Constructive criticisms and any kind of interaction are more than welcome

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Crimson, the colour of Cale’s hair.

That was the colour Cale can see right now. However, he is not looking at his hair.

“Ugh!”

Instead, he was looking at the blood dripping from your mouth.

“Stop speaking. This is not good for you.”

“Why not? You cough up blood all the time. Why can’t I do the same?”

You joked lightly but Cale didn’t like how weak your voice sounded. Indeed, he always coughs up blood. Especially whenever he overuses his ancient powers. But the blood he coughs up is dark red. Dead blood from his regeneration powers cleansing his body.

Not the vibrant crimson blood dripping from your chin. Blood from a beating heart, a sign of vitality as Eruhaben would say.

“I need to continue, you need to know about this. We must hurry up so just- ugh… so just listen.”

When you told Cale you were going to pull a “World Tree-nim and a Cale combo”, he didn’t know what he expected. 

It certainly wasn’t you trying to give out spoilers from your beloved book and coughing out copious amounts of blood.

“There will be monsters. Ones too hard to– Ugh! Fuck! I’m sure you understand what I mean.”

Drip

“That’s two out of five. Those things will be in a pit. It’ll look like statues, you will also see… you will also see an altar there…”

Drip

Drip

“You don’t need to speak anymore. Please, the rest of us will figure it out.”

“No, no. I’m fine really… Bear bastard, you know who it is, hostages. He’ll– Ugh!”

Drip. Drip. Drip

“It’s Tasha’s people. For a summoning– Fuck that one really hurts! I'm trying to speak as vaguely as possible already, what the hell…”

“Please… I’m going to tape your mouth shut if you don’t shut up.”

Drip

Drip

Drip. Drip. Drip

“I’d like to see you try. The tape won’t stick with all– with all this blood.”

“Haaa”

“Enough jokes. The fourth and fifth ones are connected. In Endable, watch out for bears and black– watch out for black mages. And avoid– Shit! Avoid using instant. But I'm not sure if it's… if it's possible… I need to speak… to speak to Raon. The last spoiler is for him– ugh..!”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Cale wanted to refuse. He wanted this to end.

At first, it was just from your mouth.

The blood that is.

Then it started dripping from your left eye. Naturally, your right eye was next.

Then your nose. Then your ears.

Before the commander knew it, your entire face was covered with blood. He tried to wipe it, but they were dripping so quickly that it did nothing.

Cale doesn’t know how are you still conscious. He isn’t even sure if you’re still breathing. That was why he wanted you to shut up. That was why he desperately wanted this to stop.

But it can’t

Cale can’t refuse nor can he end this.

It was because you already made up your mind. And since you did, there’s no stopping you now.

So he gets Raon. Warned the toddler that the sight inside the room would not be pretty, but he must listen. Because their futures are resting upon the words you are about to say.

Upon the words written in your beloved book.

“Human…”

“I know… If you can’t listen I’ll listen for you and rely on the message.”

“No… I’m great and mighty. Because I’m great and mighty I shall listen to this conversation myself.”

Raon flew over to where you were. Placing himself on your lap as he uses his stubby paws to hug you.

“Ah, it feels comforting to have such a great and mighty being comforting me. But you’ll get blood on you– Ugh..!”

Drip. Drip.

The black dragon didn’t care about the blood. He just hugged you tighter at the sound of you coughing up more blood.

“Raon Miru-nim remember this well. Things might get messy and despite my meddling things might still go awry. So I’m telling you right now. In Endable, Cale might become incapacitated to fight– Fuck! Ugh, I promised to not curse in front of you…”

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip.

Drip…

Drip..

“It will be hard, you will need to do everything yourself, without Cale. In fact, you will have to do his job– ugh… but you must do well. Remember, the first thing you have to do is have Mila-nim on standby. She can heal him.”

Cough

Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip. Drip

“I want to say more… but I’m reaching my limit…”

Raon tightened his hug and you weakly reciprocated it. You aren't sure if the wetness you feel in your shirt is from your blood or the dragon’s silent tears. Nonetheless, you still tried to hug Raon tighter.

In the meanwhile, Cale was already calling for servants and healers to attend to you as soon as you admitted your limit. His voice was laced with unusual panic. It made the others who didn’t know what was happening move with urgency.

“Raon-nim…”

“Yes?”

“You are strong, smart, great and mighty, always remember that.”

You weakly stroked Raon’s back, trying to comfort him in advance for the things about to come.

“Young master what’s going on–”

Beacrox and Ron stopped in their tracks when they saw the condition you were in.

“Ahahaha, you guys are right on time. I think… I’m going.. To…”

You couldn’t even finish your sentence for you already fell unconscious. Your body dangerously swaying to fall off from your sitting position on the couch. Luckily, Cale was nearby and managed to catch your falling body.

Cale glanced at you, then he glanced at the open book on the table.

As usual, he couldn’t see what was written on the pages. He could only see the cover title at the front and the synopsis at the back.

But that doesn’t stop him from hating that damned book that put you in this state.

If only you haven’t read that book before coming here.

If only there wasn’t a restriction placed on you by that damned book.

If only…

“Fuck, after this war is done I’m going to try and burn that shitty book one way or another. I don’t care anymore if it’s your favourite.”

note: in case it wasn't clear, the placement of the drips signifies how fast the reader's blood was gushing out

[neontoad]

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, proudly showing Chuuya a handful of chestnuts he’s collected from the ground, and this is such an unexpected view, that Chuuya has to do a double take. 

He’s not mistaken. 

Dazai is smiling. 

A chestnut falls on the ground, - no wonder, Dazai's hands are overflowing with them, - and Chuuya picks it up, his eyebrow raised with scepticism.

When he reluctantly agreed to hang out with Dazai after a mission, he didn't expect him to start running around under a chestnut tree like a rabid squirrel, collecting chestnuts with such zeal as if they were no less than precious diamonds.

“You id-”

Chuuya doesn’t get to finish the sentence. His eyes meet Dazai’s, and the uncovered eye’s shine is hypnotic, its colour perfectly matching the chestnut’s, the dull colour turned into a rich hue of brown Chuuya’s never seen before.

On second thought, collecting chestnuts doesn’t look like such a lame idea. 

They start frequenting the park, and every time their pockets get filled with chestnuts, and their hearts with warmth.

Suddenly, autumn is not about gusting winds and rainy days anymore. For Dazai, autumn is about the fiery foliage of the trees that complements Chuuya’s hair so beautifully, and even though clear skies are a rarity in this season, Chuuya’s eyes are blue enough to make up for it. 

For Chuuya, autumn is about the deep brown of chestnuts, the colour he never knew was so warm - as warm as Dazai’s hand in his, as warm as the way he looks at him with timid adoration, as warm as the lively spark in his brown eyes. 

For them, autumn is about prickly husks leaving scratches on their hands, hot chocolate in paper cups, and sharing an umbrella on a rainy day, and always, as years go by, it’s about collecting chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

Their first kiss under the chestnut tree when they were 16. Their first “I love you” at 17 as they were lying on the grass, breathless, after relentlessly bombarding each other with chestnuts, smiles on their faces lighting up the gloomy Yokohama sky. 

Autumn is about chestnuts, warm hands and love.

Until it’s not. 

Chuuya is 18, and he doesn’t go anywhere near the park anymore.  

Seeing chestnuts in the grass doesn’t feel like a treasure hunt, but rather a bitter reminder of what he used to have. Frankly, he’d pay all the money in the world to cut down every single chestnut tree in this godforsaken city. 

Autumn is a shit season, if you think about it. 

Years pass, but Chuuya still can’t bear seeing a certain shade of brown. Much to his annoyance, it’s everywhere - in the colour of his desk, in the leather of his car seats, in the fallen leaves in the puddles of water on the ground. 

When he sees that shade again - the shade, as he looks Dazai in the eye in the Port Mafia dungeon, he tells himself he didn't miss it. He tells himself the colour doesn't look even more striking now that he can see both brown eyes looking at him with such longing, that he even lets himself reminisce for a split second.

One day they are heading to the ADA office after a joint mission. They aren’t speaking - they don't have anything to talk about. Not anymore. With the corner of his eye, Chuuya sees a familiar tree - it grew taller, but the way its leaves show off their autumn dress is the same as it used to be when they were younger. Before Chuuya knows it, Dazai is gone, running toward the tree with his trench coat comically fluttering behind him. Chuuya just rolls his eyes. Such a manchild. 

“Here!”

Dazai is grinning from ear to ear, his hands are full of chestnuts, and the way he’s showcasing his treasure to Chuuya wakes something up inside of him. Something that was dormant for so long. Something that he, deep down, missed so much.  

“You idiot,” Chuuya mumbles, intently looking at Dazai’s lips.

The chestnuts fall on the ground. 

It feels like their first kiss all over again. It’s chaste. It’s sincere. It’s perfect.

“Can we start again?” Dazai whispers into Chuuya’s ear, his warm embrace defeating the chilly September afternoon. 

Autumn is about forgiveness, warm hands and love.

Autumn is about them.

Autumn is about chestnuts. 

It’s always about chestnuts. 

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old navy blue - lewis capaldi/ we don't speak anymore- bears in trees/ scott street- phoebe bridgers/ stranger- olivia rodrigo/ strangers- lewis capaldi/ this post by bears in trees

[louellaby]

FORGET-ME-NOT

REPLACED!MC AU

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W A R N I N G

May contain bad grammar, limited vocabulary, and OOC characters. Please mind that English is not my first language, and it takes a lot of courage for me to post due to my anxiety and paranoia.

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taglist: @books-and-catears @owl778 @yourlocalgrass @kaiserkisser @hhurric4ne @amberheavendremurr @yu-ulda @bk-4-trash-fire

PROLOGUE | CHAPTER I | CHAPTER II | CHAPTER III | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER IV | CHAPTER V | LOUE'S LETTER | CHAPTER VI | CHAPTER VII | CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER IX | CHAPTER X | LOUE'S LETTER | EPILOGUE

C H A P T E R I X

「 Happy Birthday, Dear Lady Soley 」

The day arrived when everyone was to surprise Soley for her birthday. It became a huge surprise indeed when an unexpected storm came to greet her as well. The winds were lashing; trees were almost to the point of snapping in half. The rain kept pouring. One could barely see through it.

Needless to say, the lady was not happy.

"I'm sorry we couldn't hold your party outside just as we planned, Soley.."

"Yeah, we even set up a treasure hunt since you love those... but I think all the clues are now either soaked by the rain or blown away by the harsh wind."

"They're definitely gone by now if the trees could barely keep themselves grounded."

The girl was standing near the window, back faced towards the brothers who worried about her continued silence. She pressed her hand against the glass, eyes never leaving the scene outside. The brothers noticed the scowl on her face from her faint reflection. It seemed like she was cursing the rain, the wind, and everything else. Including them.

"Soley?" Lucifer took the steps none of his brothers dared, and he placed a hand on the girl's head. She slowly looked up at him after a minute, frown gone and replaced with a teary expression.

"Lucifer," she croaked, "... is my birthday ruined now? Are we not going to celebrate it anymore?"

The demon's brows twitched before he stroked her head ever so gently; just as he did to someone else all those months ago.

"I will speak with Diavolo and see what we can do. Don't worry, Soley. We will make sure you get your special day."

Soley wiped away the tears from her eyes and showed the eldest a slight smile.

"Thank you, Luci."

Some of the brothers exchanged glances, which Soley didn't pick up on. Lucifer was hiding them well from her view. He smiled back at her with a nod before giving orders to his brothers to behave themselves and take care of Soley until his return from the castle. No one argued with him about going through the storm despite its severity. They all knew it needed to happen.

"A faraway mansion?!"

Lucifer has returned from the Demon Lord's Castle to the House of Lamentation, bearing good news for Soley, who jumped in surprise upon hearing them.

"Yes, that's right," Lucifer nodded his head in response as his brothers offered him a towel to dry himself off. "Diavolo has built a vacation mansion months ago at the edge of the Devildom where he frequently tampers with the environment. There, he can guarantee that no foul weather will spoil your day."

"Then what are we waiting for?! Let's go now before my birthday is over!"

Lucifer turned to his brothers and told everyone to pack their bags and meet back in the entrance hall. There was no arguing. Everyone did as they were told.

Upon arriving at the mentioned mansion, Soley was in awe. It wasn't enough for the building to be called a mansion as it looked more like a castle. The walls were made of bricks of the darkest colour, yet they give off a pearly shine when basked in the moon's glow. The moat around the structure was surprisingly clear and filled with rare fish that had the same hue as the moon. The inside of the building was beautifully decorated with banners, flags, and different kinds of flowers from all three worlds.

Soley loved every bit of it.

Except for a specific bloom displayed as the main theme of the beautiful arrangements in each and every vase. Its blue-ish hue irritated the lady for reasons unknown to her and the rest of the group.

"Lucifer," Soley called out to the demon. They were all walking around the halls to get themselves familiar with the layout. The six youngest brothers were walking ahead, talking amongst themselves.

Lucifer, with his arms crossed, turned his gaze from the beautiful paintings on the walls to the girl whose stare made him raise his eyebrow. "What is it?" He asked in wonder.

"While we were on our way here, you told us Lord Diavolo had the place decorated especially for our arrival, right?"

"Yes, that is correct."

"I'm quite certain I previously gave you a list of my favourite things, including my beloved types of flowers— and let me tell you, forget-me-nots are not one of them."

The Avatar of Pride looked to where the lady was pointing. He was about to open his mouth in reply until everyone stopped in their tracks when they reached the great hall. They all heard footsteps coming from the balcony just above the doors they had entered.

"Oh my, it's not polite to complain about decorations someone else worked on, my lady. Especially at a place you don't even own."

"But you seem to be satisfied with everything else, so you don't know how happy I am to know how much you're enjoying yourself."

The birthday girl's eyes widened in horror as soon as she heard the very same voice she dreaded ever hearing again.

Quickly spinning on her heels, she met the mocking gaze of another human. You.

"I wish you a happy birthday, dear Lady Soley."

「 CHAPTER VIII | CHAPTER X 」

[haveyoulistenedtothisalbum-poll]

Tracklist:

Your Favourite Coat • Things That Look Like Mistakes • Injured Crow • I Can't See Anything I Don't Like About You • All You Get Is Confetti • Tai Chi With My Dad • I Wanna Feel Calm • Henry Says • Hot Chocolate • Nothing Cures Melancholy Like Looking At Maps • We Don't Speak Anymore • I Don't Wanna Be Angry

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Make Me

Kinktober Day 11

Lo'ak/Human!Reader

Warnings: 18+, Aged Up Characters, Restraints, Electrostimulation, Alien Genitalia, Bratt!Lo'ak, Dom!Reader, Size Differance, Mommy Kink, Safe Sane Consensual

Thank you @pandoraslxna for putting this together for all of us 💕

Dividers by @cafekitsune

Lo’ak is the love of my life. He is the one who I will run to in my time of need. He is so sweet and kind, always the first person to lift me up when my mood is low, to make me laugh and smile. But damn, do I want to wring his neck some days! 

Jake has been a bitch to Lo’ak and Neteyam lately, more so than usual. It’s been making Lo’ak and Neteyam moody recently. Neteyam’s mate has been ‘helping’ with his moods, keeping the clan up all night during the process, both facing the clan with massive smiles and a limp the following morning. 

Lo’ak and I have a slightly different game we play. Some days, Lo’ak takes charge, having complete control over me. Leaving me aching pleasurably the next day. Other times, we play a game of cat and mouse. Lo’ak teasing me until I can’t bear it anymore, leaving me to take control of him and his body until he can’t even think of disobeying me. But he doesn’t make it easy. I’m five foot, and trying to make your nine-foot boyfriend do something he doesn’t want to is nearly impossible. But that’s where the fun comes in. 

You see, Lo’ak won't go down easy. He wants to be ‘forced’, the complete lack of control over anything besides his mouth. Getting that part of him to listen is something only Eywa can do. 

I climbed high into a tree and got myself ‘stuck’. Now, I lay in wait for my handsome muntxatan to save me. 

“Syulang! Where are you?” Speak of the devil, and he will appear. 

“I’m up here, Lo’ak!” I shout to him

Lo’ak’s tall frame comes into view, his head swiveling. Finally, his eyes land on me bewildered, “Syulang, what are you doing up there?” Questioning my sanity.

“I may have gotten stuck?” I lie sweetly, batting my eyelashes.

A laugh erupts from Lo’ak, “You’re such a skxawng. You are always getting yourself into trouble, leaving your big strong mate to save you. My precious skxawng.” 

“Come on, Lo’ak, please! Help me down!” I pout at him.

His body moves slowly, arrogance etched into his movements, “I don't know, baby girl. I think you can ask me better than that,” A smirk stretches over his handsome face.

“Come on Lo’ak, please help me down?” I ask again, whining a little.

“Hey there, don’t be a whiny girl; be my good girl and ask me nicely.” Lo’ak’s arms open wide, “I’m here to help you.” 

I slowly crawl out on the branch, “Please, Lo’ak, please get me down. I’ve been stuck up here for a while.” I beg, “I really need to pee.” 

“Alright, Syulang, I got you.” Chuckling, he reaches his arms up to me.

Seeing my moment, I latch the first cuff to his hand, swing over the branch, and quickly cuff the other. Lo’ak stands on his tiptoes, arms raised, hanging from the branch. I climb down from the tree easily, staring at Lo’ak, pleased at my work. 

“Babe, this is ridiculous. Let me go.” He demands., struggling against the binds.

“No, can do baby. You’ve been in a mood recently; now it’s time for me to deal with it.” I reply, running my hand up his torso.

“Who fucking cares if I’m in a mood? Let me down now before I make your punishment worse.”Lo’ak growled.

I smack his inner thigh, “Don’t you cuss at me! I have had enough of your attitude, and now I will correct it.”

Lo’ak kicked out the leg I smacked, “Fuck you!” He snarled.

Sighing, I grab another rope and an object that I had hidden before, “I was hoping you'd be a good boy and take your punishment, but apparently, that's too much to ask for.” I loop the rope around his ankle before securing it to the tree, bending the knee, and stretching his leg back. Barely even giving him a move to wiggle.

“Stop being a bitch! Let me go!” Lo’ak yells.

I stop before him and show the object I had hidden from view, “Do you remember this, Lo’ak? This was your best friend the last time you started acting out.” 

Lo’ak stops wiggling, his throat bobbing as he sees what's in my hand, “That is nothing.” His bravo fading.

I laugh at his reaction, “Oh baby, you know the drill. Every time you talk back to me, you’ll get a gift from your friend,” trailing the tip from his ankle and playing around his calf. 

“Like I give a shi-” Lo’ak’s voice gives out from the shock.

The cattle prod has always been an excellent tool for dealing with Lo’ak’s moods.

“Now, back to before, you’ve been quite the bratt lately. You were stomping through the village, snapping at the songmakers, telling off the weavers, and even with me!” I pause, walking to his back, “You’ve been short with me. Not answering my questions! You even slept on the other side of our kelku! Frankly, I am done with your attitude.” 

“Maybe if you weren't a bitch, that wouldn’t be a problem,”

Snap! I hit his ribs.

“Fuck you!”

Snap! Along his shoulder.

“Bitch!”

Snap! On his ass check.

Lo’ak moans as he lifts his free leg, curling toward his ass.

“No, baby, put your leg back down. We’re not done here.” I grab his leg and put it back down. 

Breathlessly, Lo’ak responds, “Ye-yes, we are. You’ve had you’re fun. Now let me go.”

A groan escapes my lips, “You really aren't understanding, are you?” I return to his front, trailing the cattle prod around his stomach, tracing random patterns into his skin, “You have been a brat,” 

Snap! Over his navel.

“You are the one being punished here, and you keep making it worse.”

Lo’ak groans, “I’m not being a brat!”

Snap! The mark left on his hip is beautiful. 

“Please! Stop! I’ll be good!” He begs.

“You’re gonna be good for me? Gonna take your punishment like a good boy?” I croon. 

Lo’ak paused momentarily, “But, but, you already punished me. You kept shocking me. I already had my punishment.” He stuttered.

“Awww, baby. Did you think being nice would get you out of your punishment? After all those names you called me? No, you still need your punishment.” I cackle at his attempt at manipulating me.

Then my face is wet. A small wet pack on my cheek. I look up at Lo’ak, and I see a smirk under his snarl. 

“Did you just fucking spit on me?” I deadpan.

“Yeah? What are you gonna do about it?” His drool slipped down his lips.

Wiping the saliva off my cheek, I walk over to the tree and climb it, moving over so I’m hanging over Lo’ak. He looks at me, confusion bleeding through his cocky look. I grab the top of his kuru, starting at the top of his skull, and pull, “You’re gonna regret that, bitch.”

Lo’ak started whining and blubbering useless threats. So I wrapped his kuru around and placed the thick of it in his mouth before tucking the rest into his necklace. 

“Now that should keep your mouth out of trouble,” I smile at his plight, gagged by his own kuru. 

“Ich! uck u!” He garbbled out, unable to use his tongue or lips. 

“Sorry, what was that baby? I can’t understand you. It sounds like your mouth is full,” I tease, my face breaking out into a smirk. 

Lo’ak growls and hisses through his gagged mouth, drool leaking from his open lips. Dripping down his neck and over his chest, leaving multiple trails, one trailing down and over his left nipple, another trailing over into his opened slit. 

“Look at that baby,” taking my hand and rubbing at his slit, “You’re already so open for me. You’re gagging for it, aren't you” laughing at my own pun.

I can’t tell if Lo’ak’s groan is from the pleasure of his slit being touched or my pun. Either way, I am happy with the result.  

“See, isn’t this so much better? Me playing with your slit, waiting for your cock to come out and play.” Dipping a finger into his slit, avoiding his dick. 

“Mmm,” Lo’ak moans contently. 

“I bet you do like that baby,” I use a finger from my other hand and pull his slit open. 

“Ese!” Lo’ak begs.

“Please? You want more? Such good manners, baby, I’ll give you some more.” Purposefully misinterpreting his words.

I slide another finger from each hand inside, and I can see his cock drop down, his walls no longer holding it inside; as I open it wider, it slips out and hangs in the open. A pretty little muffled scream escapes his mouth. Probably from his cock being exposed so quickly to the cold air. 

“Look, baby, you just fell right out! I didn’t even have to take it out. You must like this so much!” I gleefully examine. 

Lo’ak writhes in his bonds, trying to turn this way and that, but all it does is stretch his slit more. Lo’ak’s whines fill my ears, a beautiful melody sung for me. Tears started trailing down his face.

“My poor baby, crying just from opening his slit like a slut, dick hard, and your spines are looking for anything, aren’t they? I love it when you look like a whore for me.” I mock.

I take my fingers out, leaving his slit gaping, cock hanging in the open, “You make such a pretty picture, baby. I should take a picture.” 

“Mmmommmy, ese!” Lo’ak cries, finally giving in.

“That’s my good boy. Calling out for mommy.” I smile, picking up the cattle prod again. “Now you’re going to take your punishment like a good boy. Then you can get your reward.” 

Lo’ak nods eagerly, “Originally, I was gonna go easy on you, but then you just had to go and call me all those awful names. You kicked me and even spat on me! You only have yourself to blame for how this will go now.” 

I hear his pathetic attempts to apologize and choose to ignore them.

I slide the cattle prod into the junction where his thigh and groin meet.

“Oooooooo!” He begs sobs, shaking his body. 

Snap!

Lo’ak flinches the best he can in his binds.

“Good boy, that’s one, five more to go.”

Lo’ak’s tears increase, flowing down his face, as sobs wreck through his chest, rattling his whole body. I slide the cattle prod over to the other junction, but Lo’ak squeezes the leg shut the best he can. 

A growl emits from me. “Lo’ak, if you don’t open your leg for me right now, I’m adding more!” 

His leg slides open again, “Oooorrryy!”

Snap!

A squeal erupts erupts from him.

“That’s two, baby, three more to go.”

I step back to see the pretty picture Lo’ak makes, and I see Lo’ak’s cock twitching, precum dripping into a puddle between his legs. No matter how much he begs for it to end, that’s not what he really wants. But I really want to hear him. So, as much of an ordeal as it is, I climb and free his kuru from his mouth.

“Mo-momm-mommy, p-p-ple-ese!” Globs of drool leaves his mouth.

“Oh baby, mommy’s here, mommy’s gonna take care of you. My baby boy.” I soothe, “Last three now, baby, then mommy will make you cum.”

“Pl-please, Mommy, I’ll be good! No m-m-o-more!” Lo’ak pleads.

I sign disappointedly, “You know better, baby, now unless you want to add more, what do you say?”

Lo’ak’s breath hitches as he speaks, “Th-thank you, Mo-mommy, f-for tak-taking care of m-m-me.”

“And?” 

Lo’ak’s ears are pinned back, and his voice is barely above a whisper. “Th-th-thank you for pu-punish-punishing me.” Emmbarisment is shown in his every feature.

I let a soft smile take over, “Good boy.”

Snap! Right in his left nipple, the one covered in drool.

“MOMMY!” Lo’ak screams.

“That's three, two more to go,” I count down.

Snap! I hit the other nipple, leaving both of them swollen.

“Mommy! Please! Mommy!” 

“That’s four, baby, one more to go.” I soothe, rubbing his flank, “Are you ready for the last one?” 

“Mommy, please, wanna be good,” Lo’ak’s hips humping the air.

“My good boy.”

I slowly drag the cattle prod down his chest, past his stomach, and down past his cock; to the underside of his slit, sliding the smallest part in. Lo’ak’s eyes widened in panic, and he attempted to thrash.

“NO! MOMMY! PLEASE! NO! NOT THERE!”

I hold still, ensuring the cattle prod never moves from its target. Eventually, Lo’ak stills, accepting his fate. 

Snap!

Lo’ak’s eye rolled to the back of his head, mouth agape in a silent scream, as he came. A flood of cum poured out of him. His spines flexed, trying to figure out where to go, unable to understand how it was cumming without being inside. 

“Mommy, mommy, mommy, mommy,” Lo’ak chants my name like a prayer. 

I ease the cattle prod out of him, “There you go, baby. All done now. You did such a good job.” I rub his stomach calmly, giving as much comfort as I can. I untie his leg, needing him to calm down, before letting him down. 

“My baby, do you feel better? Are you ready to get down?” I ask.

Lo’ak nods, “Yes, please, Mommy, wanna cuddle.”

“Okay, baby, mommy will get you down.” I quickly let him down and bring his head to my chest, Lo’ak lying over me. 

I play with his hair, murmuring sweet nothings until he calms, and then we lay there in silence, basking in each other's presence.

“Thank you, tìyawn,” Lo’ak mumbles, his voice broken.

“Anytime, baby. You know I love helping you with all your needs.” I respond, kissing his head.

“I know you do, and I will always return the favor,” Lo’ak whispers, “My life is yours,” he kisses my chest right over my heart. 

“And mine is yours.” Kissing each of his five fingers. 

We lay in silence for a while.

“Hey, babe?” Lo’ak asks.

“Hmm?”

“How many times do you think you could get pregnant with all that cum on the ground?”

Update: a visual description of the genitalia here

[jamiemaybeme]

i've been listening to we don't speak anymore (it's a spotify link, sorry non-spotify users) by @bearsintreesofficial since midnight (nearly an hour), and it's making me feel feelings.

i'm 16, and from the uk, so after june i'll have finished my current education (gcses). in england, people choose where to go for sixth form or college when they're 16-18. most of my friends are staying at the same school we're all currently at. i'm not.

i'm scared to lose them, in all honesty. i love them so much. i know friendships develop and change over time, and there's some people i won't bother to stay in touch with. but there's three people i don't think i could deal with not having as my friends.

yes, i'll make new friends at college. yes, i won't have exams or (hopefully) get bullied. but i am going to miss them with every fibre of my being. there's going to be a heavy feeling when i don't see them everyday. and i don't know how i'm supposed to cope with that.

i've known these people a while, some of them nearly half a decade (5 years) and they mean the world to me. they are the people who keep me safe. they keep me alive.

idk it's late i'm rambling a bit. i'm not sure what i'm going to do without my best friends there. i'm scared. anyway go stream wdsa by BiT!!

<3