Fellas

Fellas

Is it gay if you've been obsessed with the same guy for years and become a vampire and break into his room to cuddle with him at night and get caught and confess your feelings and the boy confesses back and you start dating

Follow up question

Is it gay if your great-great-great-great-great-great grandmother (who is a vampire and also the one who turned you into a vampire) falls in love with your boyfriends mom and they start dating

Thorbn

You CANNOT go wrong with fat dragons. You will reblog

Labour -- Paris Paloma

Been listening to it nonstop for like four days straight. Words cannot describe the feelings it makes me feel, especially after seeing the music video too.

If I ask nicely who will rb this telling me what is the last song u listened to 🥺

Fireside

Leram shot awake, his breath caught in his throat, icy cold sweat soaking through his linen shirt. His sleep had been dreamless, haunted only by a black void and the dull ache of something being wrong. He wasn’t sure what specifically had woken him. It was still dark, the quiet night kept from total silence only by the faint hum of insects and gently rustled leaves of the trees above. The fire had already burned down to dull embers, casting the faintest hint of light and warmth from its ashes, but it was otherwise pitch dark. No moon or stars shone through the dense clouds overhead--not that the light could have penetrated the canopy of branches anyways.

Already shivering from the biting cold, he rolled onto his knees, then staggered up to his feet. Might as well stir the fire and get some more heat. He felt around with his foot for the stick he’d used earlier for dinner. Lots of dirt and small rocks and dead leaves… There it is. He bent, picked up the stick, then dropped into a squat beside the fire. He poked at the coals to nudge them back to life, feeding them a handful of the dead leaves. The fire reluctantly smoked and burned, casting a pitiful amount of light around the campsite.

Across the fire, leaned up against a tree, sat Talon. The other man was still asleep, arms crossed over his chest, head hung low, hair draped over his face like a funeral veil. Leram spared only a glance at him between sprinkling handfuls of leaves on the fire. Talon should have been keeping watch, but Leram wasn’t going to fault him for dozing off. They’d been walking for almost four days through the dense forest, refusing to rest until it was too dark to see where they were going. Perhaps it wouldn’t be so bad if they had a destination in mind… But they had no such thing…

Leram lowered to the ground, sitting with legs crossed and the fire-stirring stick resting across his lap. A few scant flames had started rising from the coals, and his thoughts were already wandering as he stared into them. Four days… Four days, and nothing. They’d been tracking her so easily before, only to lose all trace of her the moment they entered the forest. How could an injured, sick woman lose them so quickly?

A fresh chill crawled down Leram’s spine. His gaze flicked toward Talon once again, this time falling on the sleek leather scabbard of his sword where it rested on the ground beside him. He knew the blood had already been cleaned off, but part of him still expected to see flashes of red every time the other man drew his weapon. He often found himself rubbing his palms against his pants, trying to wipe away crimson stains that were no longer there.

Talon stirred, drawing him out of his darkening thoughts. He waited a few seconds to see if the other man would wake up, but Talon settled back into sleep again. Maybe it was time to go back to sleep as well…

It was hard to tell at what point things changed. Leram only remembered sitting at the fire and thinking about going back to sleep. Suddenly he was still there, still staring, but he was hyper aware of the warm back pressed against his. Beneath the fire smoke, the subtle scent of hay and apple blossoms reached his nose, bringing with it a dense wash of homesickness that would have left him weak-kneed if he wasn’t already sitting. For a moment--for the most fleeting, heartbreaking moment--he thought everything had been a nightmare, and the scent would pull him to wakefulness in his bed back home.

What he wouldn’t give for that moment to be real. To forgo the horrors he’d witnessed and wake up back home. To step outside and see her as she once was.

“Hey Leram.”

Her voice was the same, yet not. She had never sounded so tired. Briefly he considered turning around, just to make sure it was really her… But something beyond his own thoughts told him that if he moved, she would vanish again, and he would have lost her a second time. So instead, he took a deep breath, filling his lungs with the scent of home.

“Hey Mags.”

The ducks are outside my door. I type this with trembling hands.

The OCs: Maria and Reese

The ship name: idk I'm sure if the story ever sees the light of day, someone can come up with a more clever ship name than I ever could

Desire -- Meg Myers

This one is probably the most on-the-nose song about the situation when the two first meet. Reese wants to eat her, among other, more complex feelings. The angst he suffers is what fuels me.

Running Up That Hill -- Kate Bush

When Reese makes a deal with a certain someone to save Maria's heart, I imagine this song playing in the background. Also maybe a little too obvious of a song choice but stop judging me.

Dancing With the Dead -- Powerwolf

The song that initially inspired the whole thing, and it still works pretty well for the vibe of the final third of the story.

Turning Page -- Sleeping At Last

The moment when Reese realizes that he loves Maria. He's been in love with her for a while, but when he finally understands his own feelings, it's enough to change his entire worldview.

Sending murderous ducks to: @glbtrx @lordmorzan @yourlocaldragondealer

songs and (oc) ships

i shall begin… a tag game! instead of doing actual work! *collective disappointed but wholly unsurprised sighs* yay!

rules: write two to five songs from them that represent your a ship between your ocs (it can be platonic or romantic or a secret third thing). then add a quote from said wip (if possible!) underneath it.

the quote thing was simply because i want to gush over your writing EHE (no pressure if you're not comfortable with it, though!). i’ll go first!! this is ciaran/adelaide (ciaralaide? dwywhistle? i cannot ship name send help) from project GE:

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christmas tree farm (old timey version) - taylor swift

this book is set during the winter solstice, and they do celebrate it and make preparations and decorations for it — it’s basically the equivalent of christmas in this world. christmas tree farm just gives all the warm and cosy and christmassy vibes. old timey version because the world in project GE is inspired by the 1840s, and i just personally prefer that version.

Chatter was all about in the streets, and a certain festivity hung in the air — they’d even planted a juvenile pine tree in the middle of the market square. It was bursting at its seams with decorations — strung with tiny sun-lamps, dotted with silvery trinkets and adorned with lost pinecones and leaves of holly and mistletoe. A few handmade ornaments were scattered around the branches, little memories peppered about.

sweet nothing - taylor swift

they’re a very comforting couple — like a warm quilt and the crackle of a fireplace after a long day — and sweet nothing just gives those vibess. just two kids protecting each other from the world <3

Adelaide nodded, almost imperceptibly, and Ciaran reached over to pull her in his embrace. He could feel tears soak his shirt, the quiet, shuddering sobs that rocked her body. He pulled her closer, tighter, as if he could protect her from the world.

ivy - taylor swift

okay i don’t know why but they are just such a taylor swift couple. everything about them is so taylor swift coded. no, adelaide is not cheating on some royal lover she has back home, but their romance is, somewhat, forbidden. i don't know which quote exactly encapsulates it, so here's an iconic moment instead:

“Thank you for being kind,” Adelaide whispered.  Ciaran’s heart fluttered. “Thank you for being there.”

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gently tagging (i don’t know some of you… so welcome to my world! it’s wonderful to meet you!): @briannaswords @anulithots @holdmyteaplease @the-chaotic-writer @serendipminiewrites @fire-but-ashes-too @cabbojage @the-stray-storyteller @cascallisto @anniesocsandgeneralstore @everthewip @saintedseraph @anoelleart @mysticstarlightduck @kooperation1101 @fleurtygurl @cosmo-lexies @athenswrites @avoidingcertaindoom @phynewrites @stesierra @valentinerose529 @loopyhoopywrites @aether-wasteland-s @innocenthedgehog @cat-esper @goinggremlin +OPEN TAG!! like seriously if you see this you are legally obliged to do it or i will slip a murderous duck through your window/j

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