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Jimin is the Swan
Yeah I watched Yi City again knowing I'd up like this every time I have a problem okay
THE PERIPKLRS PRINCESS ICONNOT
Nsndbydybybdbhdbh
The people’s Princess getting feisty tonight.. you love to see it. 😸😛😈
How about midnight for all 4 of your guys 👀
Thank you so much!!!
Oh this is a good one.
*cracks knuckles*
midnight: What keeps your OC up at night? Do they have nightmares? Fears? Anxieties? What do they do in the small hours of the morning when they should be sleeping?
Oisín: This answer honestly has 2 answers, so I will break them down in a way that makes sense.
To start, Oisín would never openly admit this, but after having a chance to develop very deep and strong personal relationships, they are afraid that they might do something to accidentally push them away or they might accidentally self-sabatoge their relationships. After spending so much time isolated and alone, and spending so much time fighting for a relationship that almost destroyed itself, they don't want to make the same mistakes again. They don't want to be alone again either.
Oisín also has to contend with nightmares that strike them as odd. I've spoken a bit about this here, but it's definitely an odd sensation when you are a creature of death and yet your dreams are plagued with visions of the past, with people you knew slaughtered, and with those you love now being brutally killed in front of you.
Being a creature of the night, whenever they need to clear their head (pun intended) they often go up onto the rooves of NRC and just sit and lurk, enjoying the evening solitude.
Kingsley: During his freshman year specifically - while he would never admit it - he is afraid of disappointing his parents and the consequences of what will happen if hw doesn't achieve their approval by the time he graduates. He's been tasked with "self-improvement" to become an "heir worthy of actually ruling". This actively drives everything he does until Jack, @cyanide-latte 's Copper, and @ramshacklerumble 's Gia start breaking through that absolutely steeled shell that this starts to change. By the time he reaches sophomore, junior, and senior year, that sort of changes to being afraid of letting his friends down.
If he needs to clear his head, he often will go out and do some target practice with his axes - much to Crowley's disapproval.
Emil: So this is a whole thing that actually leads to him going into Overblot. During his freshman and sophomore year, he starts searching for a way to prolong his younger sibling's life in order to buy himself time until he can find a cure for their terminal illness. When he gets the text from his mom that Riv is practically on their deathbed, Emil spirals. He stops eating. He stops sleeping. He starts skipping classes. And spends every waking hour working on trying to create a philosopher's stone... TLDR: He's afraid of losing his sibling.
Post-Overblot though, this is actually something I am in the process of sorting out. So I will definitely come back to this.
René: They don't exactly strike me as the sort to have many anxieties? But I guess the long and short of it is that once they get the taste of freedom, they are afraid that their father will metaphorically clip their wings. They become afraid of losing the freedom to be their own person. I don't think they necessarily have nightmares over it? But it does lead to them Overblotting.
Post-Overblot though, I think they have reocurring nightmares about the Overblot fight. About hurting the people they have come to love and cherish. (I sense a fic coming from this lol)
Thanks again!
Prompt List
Tag list: @cyanide-latte @simons-twsted-children @inmateofthemind @ramshacklerumble
@elenauaurs @rainesol (lmk if you want to be added)
*ugly crying*
This hurts my soul
Butterfly lie
Ride on paper wings
Gold chasing the morning
Lips tainted sweet with
The echo of your name
Ringing in desolate streets.
~
The most beautiful moments in life
Shattered as our future rides on the
Fragile wings of a butterfly.
~
Mine to hold
My hands grow cold
Watch as paper flutters
A note not mine
Sweet words of pride
In the catch they found
In a man who was not theirs to own.
~
Butterfly lie
Ride on paper wings
Gold chasing the morning
I’ll stand with tears in my eyes
And pray hope comes in the glory
A new day, a fresh start, it’s high time
That I depart from a story in which I do not play a part.
One breath...
Tears fall...
Faded memories
Stain the wall…
Goodbye…
My butterfly lie.
My Chemical Romance RETURN 12/20/19 - The Shrine LA (Reunion Show)
lol, I was just scrolling through, reblogging and giving people some hearts on their posts, adding hash tags because I'm a God.
And someone
Was out here
Putting B*b B*yar's name in the tags
Like-
No
We don't know him
We're Eliza Schuyler-ing this shit. We're erasing him from the narrative.
Let future historians wonder whomst the fuck B*b B*yar was
; I was listening to my spotify on shuffle and in my head it was two cats smacking each other, one saying " IT'S QUEEN, WE WILL ROCK YOU. THAT'S OBVIOUSLY THE CLAP !! " and anothe saying " YEAH BUT IT SOUNDS WEIRD !! IT'S DIFFERENT MAN !! " and then a giant cucumber lands on them like " TOAD. " so yeah it was a cover of we will rock you by Toad and I think my heart js got divorced from the rest of my body
; an artistic reinterpretation bc it'll only then get the proper message across ( sorry this is C- quality my hamster keeps summersaulting in her cage )
; I was listening to my spotify on shuffle and in my head it was two cats smacking each other, one saying " IT'S QUEEN, WE WILL ROCK YOU. THAT'S OBVIOUSLY THE CLAP !! " and anothe saying " YEAH BUT IT SOUNDS WEIRD !! IT'S DIFFERENT MAN !! " and then a giant cucumber lands on them like " TOAD. " so yeah it was a cover of we will rock you by Toad and I think my heart js got divorced from the rest of my body
YOU GO DOWN JUST LIKE HOLY MARY… — short
author’s note — you don’t understand, i NEED him. word count — 954 featuring — enrico pucci cw - NSFW CONTENT, sacrilege, dacryphilia, public sex, sex in a confessional, and exhibitionism
all works belong to c-nstellati-ns ⓒ 2022. do not steal or repost. ask before translating.
MDNI. 18+ CONTENT BELOW, YOU HAVE BEEN WARNED.
This was sure to get him in trouble, absolutely. How could he be so stupid?
But there Enrico was despite that thought, biting his lower lip till it bruised as he tried to keep quiet. It took all his focus because truly, it felt heavenly to finally have you inside him. He gripped at your arms around his waist with his free hand, his other hand covering his mouth. Your tip pressed so beautifully against his prostate, it drove him into a dizzy frenzy. If anyone found him like this— having intercourse with an inmate, a male one at that! His reputation would be ruined! You could practically read his mind.
Smirking, you whisper into his ear, “Oh father, are you unable to take this? You’re the one who asked for this anyways, we can stop any time…”
Enrico clenched his teeth and squeezed your arm, shaking his head. “No—“ He immediately whispers back, “N-no, everything is fine. Ngh- yes, e-everything is fine.” You rolling your hips into him didn’t help whatsoever at all. He let out a low whimper and leaned his head back onto your shoulder, to which you brought your hand up and squeezed. You could see tears streaming down his face, eyes rolling back and a particularly loud whine slipped past his hand.
“My, my, father Pucci, are you finally realising that perhaps this isn’t the best place for such an activity? In the Lord’s house of all places? Goodness, you should be ashamed for letting your lust take over, father.”
More tears streamed down his face as you thrust up, hard. The asphyxiation and your words were making him so lightheaded, any words he wanted to speak died on the tip of his tongue. The dark confessional was the only place he could think of that no one would find the two of you, it wasn’t his fault, he swears this on his God. Enrico let out a soft groan when you slowed down momentarily, trying to find a way to tell you to keep going without embarrassing himself.
Everything was warm, so warm. Every pant and moan made his entire body heat up, it was getting hard to control himself at this point. He knew anyone could come, one of the guards or other inmates, but he couldn’t care less right now— he just wanted you to pick him up and fuck him proper. Or else, he might just go insane.
“[Y/N]- Oh God— d-don’t forget who-“ His already shaky voice was immediately cut off by a loud moan, one that made you glad that you had made sure there was no one in the chapel when you both first came in. You began with a steady pace, something much different than Pucci had anticipated. You forced his legs open, chuckling a bit to yourself before leaning down to bite and suck at his neck while you wrecked his guts. All he could do is imagine how good it’ll be when you fill him up proper. He had told himself he would be the one in control in this relationship- clearly he had gotten that all wrong.
Enrico just sat there and took it, his lips all bitten and bruised as he let you fuck him senseless, like all the other times you’ve come to the chapel for the same reason. He’s become addicted to you in every way possible. The way you touched him, caressed his thighs, groped his ass, played with his nipples… all of it. He should be ashamed, shouldn’t he? Pucci falling into this cycle of deep sin all to have your fat cock tear him in half. He should be… but he isn’t.
Instead, he smiles. A lopsided, drooling grin as he brings up his hands and prays— to you, his God. Enrico couldn’t ask for a greater gift from you, to have you ravage him any moment you truly wish.
“T-thank you! Haah, thank you, thank you, G-God, thank you…” He’s going on a rambling tangent now, muttering ‘thank you’s’ and ‘I love you’s’ under his breath as you repeatedly hit his prostate again and again. You’re happy to have finally broken him in this way. Happy to see that Pucci has finally accepted his place as your bitch, priest or not. You wrapped a hand around his cock and slowly jerked him off, hearing those pretty little moans of his become more higher pitched. He always got like that when he gets to cumming.
The confessional was humid at this point, the old wood of the bench you sat on creaked with fervour with each thrust of your hips into Enrico’s warmth. He was so tight and welcoming, you couldn’t help but chuckle at the thought of not hitting it any sooner. You could feel him pulse in your hand, his breathing heavy and panting. You decide to have mercy on the poor priest and speed up your thrusts and your hand. You could hear him sob above you, more tears streaming down his face. He kept on babbling incoherently, twitching in your hold again and again until he eventually came fully undone.
“There you go, father. It’s all that you wanted, isn’t it?” You couldn’t help but to tease him.
He came all over your hand and the floor of the confessional. You slowed down to a stop and held Enrico close, kissing the back of his neck. The priest had gone quiet, still panting and holding onto you tight. After a bit, he swallowed thickly and looked back towards you— his teary eyes filled with sudden determination as he says,
“I-it’s my duty as your acolyte to please you… s-so allow me to ride you till you’re satisfied. Please.”
NOW PLAYING — mary on a cross, ghost…
every detail of yours, is a masterpiece.