Where is her crescent eyed influence, her strong hands over mine, what has become of my predator’s teeth, my heart’s singleness?

The summer rains use to electrify me, I would wander into the depths of the trees and strip down to my skin and lay back naked in the clover while Artemis danced (for dancing under a roaring sky was different than holding onto the arms of man, trusting him to swing you just right) and we would cover ourselves in earth and grass and fresh cloud fall.

Now a great emptiness is stirred in me and it cries for inspiration and cries to not walk the pine trails alone, it wails and whines and nearly makes me mad.

The rain is full of this odd wanting and Artemis is frighteningly absent from every pitter patter on the roof.

Return to me my careless abandon that I loved flowers and people with, return to me the ivory shaved away by files, return to me the desire to hum in tune with the thunder; Artemis speak to me guide me, my mother the Moon has left me.

I am bereft I am complete this feeling fills all else up while I actively fight the growth, do not, do not, you owe yourself safety.

This rain makes my feet want to run, my hands to grip, my heart to race, but with the rain there is no muse here now to inspire such live wire being.


shainblumphotography "Lunar Lighttrails" Moonlight illuminates Mount Whitney during a gorgeous night in the Eastern Sierras.

Chocobros, Luna & Nyx as a Disney song~

I been little crazy about Disney songs this few days soooo here is the result of that.

Noctis Lucis Caelum

Hercules - “Go The Distance”

“(…) I’ll be there someday, I can go the distance
I will find my way if I can be strong
I know every mile, will be worth my while
When I go the distance, I’ll be right where I belong

Down an unknown road to embrace my fate
Though that road may wander, it will lead me to you
And a thousand years would be worth the wait
It might take a lifetime but somehow I’ll see it through  (…)”

Originally posted by disneyfeverdaily

Prompto Argentum

Mulan - “Reflection”

“(…) Who is that girl I see
Staring straight back at me?
Why is my reflection
Someone I don’t know?
Must I pretend that I’m
Someone else for all time?
When will my reflection show
Who I am inside?  (…)”

Originally posted by smallpurplefork

Ignis Scientia

Tarzan - “ You’ll Be In My Heart”

“Come stop your crying
It will be alright
Just take my hand
Hold it tight

I will protect you
From all around you
I will be here
Don’t you cry

For one so small,
You seem so strong
My arms will hold you,
Keep you safe and warm
This bond between us
Can’t be broken
I will be here
Don’t you cry (…)

Originally posted by keepcalmaandlovedisney

Gladiolus Amicitia

Mulan - “I’ll Make a Man Out of You”

“Let’s get down to business
To defeat the Huns
Did they send me daughters when I asked for sons?
You’re the saddest bunch I ever met
But you can bet before we’re through
Mister, I’ll make a man out of you

Tranquil as a forest
But on fire within
Once you find your center
You are sure to win
You’re a spineless, pale, pathetic lot
And you haven’t got a clue
Somehow I’ll make a man out of you”

Originally posted by problemsofamultifangirl

Lunafreya Nox Fleuret

Pocahontas -  “Colors of the wind”

“You think the only people who are people
Are the people who look and think like you
But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger
You’ll learn things you never knew you never knew

Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon
Or asked the grinning bobcat why he grinned?
Can you sing with all the voices of the mountains?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?
Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?

Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest
Come taste the sunsweet berries of the Earth
Come roll in all the riches all around you
And for once, never wonder what they’re worth (…)”

Originally posted by all-things-disney-gifs

Nyx Ulric

Hercules - “Zero To Hero”

“Bless my soul
Herc was on a roll
Person of the week in every Greek opinion poll
What a pro
Herc could stop a show
Point him at a monster and you’re talking S.R.O.
He was a no one
A zero, zero
Now he’s a honcho
He’s a hero
He was a kid with his act down pat

From zero to hero
In no time flat
Zero to hero
Just like that  (…)”

Originally posted by playbill

Rekindled // Luke Hemmings AU

It me, back again with some shitty writing. This one was inspired by this post and was super fun to write. Always appreciate a good reblog/like and any feedback that you have! I’m also open to requests for AUs/prefs/blurbs/anything really, so feel free to send those my way if you have any! xoxo

Summary: You’re trapped in a conversation about the importance of clean eating at a bar and you pretend to know a random guy to get out of it. It just so happens that you knew that random guy in kindergarten and oh, wow, did he get hot…

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that time yoongi went to his grandma’s house and had the time of his life :’^)

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안녕하세여 슈간데여 할머니집왔는데 다행이 핸드폰은 터집니다 전기장판깔고 자니까 허니슬립함

Hello, this is Suga. I came to my grandma’s house, thankfully my phone still works (still has service). Because I slept with the electric mat, I had a honey sleep.

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이정도면 귀양살이 급이라고 생각합니다 편의점갈려면 차타고 삼십분 나가야한데요 껄껄껄

If it’s going to be like this, I think it’s almost the same thing as being exiled. They said it takes thirty minutes by car to go to the convenience store ggul ggul ggul

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다음엔 숲속에서 살아남기 책을 가져와야겠다 아빠 말로는 청송 산길을 걸어다녔다고 하는대여… 까딱하면 길잃겠슙…

Next time, I should bring a book on how to live in the mountains. Dad said that he came back from walking on the green pine tree trail…If I’m careless, I could get lost…

all trans credit: thejoonmoon

Pixie Dust - Chapter 14

In which there’s more awkwardness, Belle and Gold are dorks, and there’s an unexpected visitor.

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Belle lay in the dark for a long time, her hands behind her head, listening for the smallest sound that might mean he had gotten home safely.  Eventually she fell asleep, but she woke often, and at some time after four she heard his key in the door and the sound of his feet on the stairs.  She felt herself relax a little; he was home, at least.  The shower started to run, a faint hissing sound of water, and she turned onto her side and tried to settle back into sleep.  Images came to her unbidden, formed from her own memories of his mouth and hands on her, but with some faceless woman in her place, and she wrapped her arms around herself, squeezing her eyes shut as though that would make the visions fade.

She slept poorly, waking up with a start at seven-ten, and dragged herself out of bed to make much-needed coffee.  There was silence from Gold’s room, but she assumed that he had class that day, so if he didn’t get up in half an hour or so she would have to wake him.  How the man coped on three hours sleep a night was beyond her; she already felt as though she’d been hit by a train and she had the option of going back to bed when he left the house.

He must have set himself an alarm, she thought, because he padded downstairs already dressed as the clock ticked towards seven forty-five.  He looked tired, his eyes shadowed and his cheeks hollow, but he returned Belle’s smile of greeting.

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Every Reader's Dream Pt.1(the company x teen!fem!reader)

A/N: I own none of the characters. The reader is a Tolkien and Disney fangirl. She knows basic phrases (in the languages of middle earth) most of which she learned from the movie(others she used Google to learn them). She can’t read the writing of middle earth. She knows character and background information. Reader is around 15 or 16, I will decide about part 3 or 4.The imagine is based off of one by @imaginexhobbit.

Summary: Imagine singing your fave Disney song to try to cheer up the company.

You were sitting around the fire in dead silence. You looked to your right and to your left and see a glum look spread across the majority of the faces of the company. You were going determined to fix this. You start to think ‘Mmmh. Well, music makes me happy. Maybe I’ll sing for them.’ And you being a big Disney fan you chose your fave song.

You start out singing softly and gradually get louder.(not loud enough to be heard by anyone who wasn’t around the fire). “You think I’m an ignorant savage and you’ve been so many places I guess it must be so.But still I cannot see if the savage one is me. How can there be so much that you don’t know, you don’t know.”

You didn’t dare look up from the ground as you felt all eyes on you. “You think you own whatever land you land on. The earth is just a dead thing you can claim, but I know every rock and tree and creature has a life has a spirit has a name. You think the only people who are people are the people who look and think like you. But if you walk the footsteps of a stranger, you’ll learn things you never knew, you never knew. Have you ever heard the wolf cry to the blue corn moon or ask the grinning bobcat why he grinned? Can you sing with the voices of the mountain? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind? Can you paint with all the colors of the wind?”

“Come run the hidden pine trails of the forest. Come taste the sun sweet berries of the earth. Come roll in all the riches all around you and for once never wonder what there worth. The rainstorm and the river are my brothers, the her on and the otter are my friends and we are all connected to each other in a circle in a hoop that never ends.” and with a sudden burst of confidence you look up to face the rest of the company with a smile on your face.

“How high does the Sicamore grow? If you cut it down then you’ll never know. And you’ll never hear the wolf cry to the blue corn moon. For whether we are white or copper skinned, we need to sing with all the voices of the mountain. We need to paint with all the colors of the wind. We can own the earth and still, all you’ll own is earth until. You can paint with all the colors of the wind.” you finish. And immediately go back to staring at the ground. You slowly look up as you hear the company start to clap and you smile.

You saw what you thought was a smile on Thorin’s face as Balin walks over to you. “You have a nice voice lass. Thank you, to hear sweet sounds as the one you make reminded me of home.”

“It was no trouble, I enjoyed it. I love all types of music.” you respond.

“You’ve given me an idea lass.” Bofur says as he stands. Next thing you know Bofur is singing and pulls you off the boulder you were sitting on and starts dancing with you.

After a couple of songs, Thorin tells everyone to get some rest and has Dwalin and Bifur on watch for the night. You went to bed with a feeling of fulfillment, knowing that you lifted there spirits even if it was just for a night.


Demetri Volturi imagine requested by anon! “Can u do a demetri volturi imagine where like ur a human and u guys r playing hide and seek and he is like showing off cause of his gift but then u r captured by the Romanians and like he comes and goes u at the exact moment they bite u and then u start to turn. And ur like crying and scare and it’s overall really fluffy plz!” Hope you like it!

All past and future installments of this series can be found on the “The Story Continues…”page.

“Trust me, love, there’s nowhere you could run where I would not find you,” he whispered, his lips brushing against the cartilage of your ear before ducking to the sun-kissed skin of your neck, the fractals erupting from his skin visible even though he stood behind you. You melted into his touch, his nose tracing along your neck until he encountered your jaw, your head tilting easily under his direction, his mouth pressing sweet kisses to the corner of your own lips. He inhaled the scent of your skin deeply, as if torturing himself with the perfume of your blood were as casual a task as turning the page of a book, a soft, simple sound of contentment reverberating within his throat. “It’s in the scent of your blood, your hair… it’s the sound of your heartbeat as it bounces from the trees. It’s in the wind as it tangles with your blouse, it’s your voice stamped in time wherever you go. Even if I weren’t a tracker, which I am, you wouldn’t stand a chance, but especially because I’m a tracker, you’re lost entirely.” His arms wound easily around your waist, the chill of his skin against yours rivaling with the warmth of the sun as it shone down through the thick evergreens. When next he spoke, his voice was but a breath on the passing breeze. “But you can try.”

You twisted in his arms, bringing yourself face to face with all the beauty and glory that was Demetri, his crimson eyes glowing brightly as they reflected the sun’s rays. His cheekbones were as crisp and radiant as the serrated edges of broken diamond, the sharp lines of his jaw casting shadow where so much light was multiplied by the facets of his immortal flesh. His lips were upturned in a victorious grin, the certainty of his impending success illuminating his features from the inside out. You reached a hand for his cheek, watching happily as he leaned toward your palm, resting his face in the curve of your hand. Your thumb stroked over the planes of his cheekbone, his eyes closing in bliss. His nose angled toward your wrist, inhaling quietly, the sound of his action not lost in so quiet a forest. He exhaled an almost pained breath, his eyelids flickering open slowly.

“Sorry,” he mumbled, breathing you in once more. “Sometimes I simply can’t help myself…” You wrenched your hand away, though not in offense, your fingers shifting to close over his eyes, his smile spreading at your movement. He chuckled aloud, his arms falling limply to his sides in a most defeated stance, his head shaking at your attempts to blind him in the upcoming chase.

“You’re gonna hold your breath, too,” you commanded, your voice stern in its near silence, your hands falling to rest against the hardened muscles of his chest, his strength tangible through the thin fabric of his linen shirt. His eyes remained closed, his smile unmoving. “Promise me,” you breathed, your lips perched mere centimeters from his own. His features took on a serious tone, his lips thinning as he regained his composure.

“I promise. That’s not going to help you, though, love,” he countered, his voice severe, trying to frighten you out of your request to see his tracking sense at work. If his eyes and his lifestyle hadn’t done the trick by now, you weren’t going to budge, and he should know that. “I track relationships. The more intense the connection, the easier it is to find someone. Unfortunately for you…” his hands lifted to trap you against his chest, his eyes opening to devour your face. “That means you’re never going to win. I love you. It’s hopeless.” You rolled your eyes, pecking his lips and closing his eyelids with the pads of your fingertips. “It’s not going to work,” he tried, his voice lilting as you stepped away from him, turning your back on the vampire and racing off into the thickness of the Romanian forest. If he had to drag himself to test the edges of the Volturi’s territories, you’d be damned if you didn’t make it an interesting experience for the both of you. You ducked beneath the branches of great pines, your hands trailing along the needles in passing. You glanced back to catch a glimpse of the glittering statue you had left behind, finding empty forest where he had stood instead. You exhaled a quiet chuckle. Of course he would. From what you remembered of his stories, this was by far his favourite game.

You tread lightly on the uneven forest floor, stepping cautiously over fallen tree limbs, your balance supported by the thick trunks around you. The sunlight shone in patches on the earth, illuminated vibrant emeralds and rich chocolates, your skin warming noticeably with each straying beam of light. You paused, your spine pressed firmly against the rough bark of a crisp evergreen, your breath halting in your chest. You listened intently for any telltale signs of his approach, your ears straining against the calls of birds deep in the forest and the rustle of the wind through the branches. You continued on, reminding yourself of his impossible silence, your pace increasing as you struggled to create distance between yourself and the plot of moss where you’d last seen Demetri. You carried on in this fashion for about ten minutes, your balance wavering as you crossed a particularly dense stretch of protruding rocks and rain-soggy chunks of dead wood, before he made his presence known. Something flashed in the corner of your eye, disappearing by the time you’d turned to investigate. A smile played across your lips, your eyes flashing to the shadows of the woods around you, awaiting his next show of inhuman talent. You turned your head and found his lips waiting for you, his smile obvious even with his mouth otherwise occupied, his palms inching along your neck until they cradled your face. You pulled away, his hands falling to your waist, crimson eyes shouting songs of victory.

“Hello again, lover,” he mumbled, his voice lilting musically as you pouted, defeat written on your every feature. His fingers spread along your hips, inching your body ever closer to his own, one hand reaching upward to tuck a strand of hair behind your ear, though not before he took an inconspicuous whiff. He laughed when you accused him of following your scent, his eyes rolling at the very thought of his unsportsmanlike cheating. “Nonsense, Y/n. I was behind you the entire time.” You moved to slap at his chest, his hand closing around yours before you had the chance to make contact. He held your palm to his chest, as if to feel for a heartbeat that no longer pounded behind his ribs, his smile loving. “Alright, alright,” he laughed, his eyes crinkling at the edges with glee. “We’ll try again. No more tricks, I promise. Not that it makes a difference at the end of the day.” He brought his lips to the backside of your hand, pressing an icy kiss to your skin, his fingertips trailing along the curve of your cheekbone before he stepped backward. “I’ll run forty kilometers west, turn myself around, the whole charade. We can go from there, I suppose. Might catch a quick snack on the way back…” you shot him a stern look, his hands raised in defense. “Only kidding, love. See you soon,” he chuckled, ghosting out of sight before your all too slow human eyes. You set another trail, stumbling through the forest over the coarsest paths you could engineer, hoping to lose him with the unlikelihood of your choosing such a difficult route.

Another many handfuls of minutes passes as you trekked through the wilderness, occasionally stopping to scan your perimeters, looking for the catch of light against Demetri’s olive-toned skin or a flash of blinding white fabric before his arms shot out and ensnared you once more. The forest was quiet, the birds choosing to steer clear of the vampires in the area, perhaps hearing vulgar rumours of the members of Demetri’s species who feasted on rabbits and other woodland-dwelling creatures. You couldn’t figure out if they were avoiding you due to your association or if Demetri was lingering mere meters behind you, laughing quietly to himself at your determination to lose him in the forest. A flash of black spun your focus to the edge of the sunlight, your brow furrowing at what you thought you had seen. Demetri was wearing white, if you recalled correctly, and unless he had thrown his Volturi cloak over his shirt… you must have been mistaken. You continued forward, your ears perked for the slightest shift in sound that might herald his approach. Instead, you were met with an unfamiliar voice speaking unfamiliar words, thick with an accent you placed instantly as Romanian.

Bună, fată frumoasă,” the voice sang, your attention drawn to the dark features of the crimson-eyed addition to your hiking party. His hair was shorn short, his skin pallid and clear, occasionally sparkling as the tree branches shifted overhead and the sunlight struck his jaw. You staggered backwards, catching yourself against a hardness you knew all too well. You spun, reeling away from the second vampire, his hair nearly silver in its lightness, his eyes a bright and terrible ruby. They both wore friendly smiles, though you knew from the tales Demetri had spun in Volterra that the Romanians were a most vengeful group of vampires. They were no friends to the Italians, and henceforth no friends to you.

Jucărie timorat,” the silver vampire laughed, reaching his hand forward to stroke your face, your skin crawling at the contact, your body backing away of its own accord. “She is so shy, Constantin. A timid plaything for the gunoi italiană. I would never have thought that a guard like him would pick a mate so… quiet.” Your cheeks blazed warmly as the severity of your predicament fell heavily on your shoulders. These men had been following you long enough to know you were traveling with Demetri, a Volturi guard. You were aware enough to recognize the word Italian, if nothing else. You were positive they held the grudge of their kingdom’s collapse like a badge on their sleeves, and they would no doubt strike the Volturi wherever they could. “And yet she is încă uman… still human.” Your throat closed as he chuckled to himself, his eyes dropping to your throat, his tongue working over his lips conspicuously.

“Ah, but for how much longer, Teodor? Why would that gunoi italiană, that scum, wish to keep our young friend human?” The immortal man with the dark hair stepped forward, his fingers snagging a strand of your hair, lifting it to rest beneath his nostrils, working the softened locks between the pads of his fingers. “There must be a reason, nu?” You fidgeted away from their attentions, stumbling backwards against the stones and twigs that lay in precarious heaps at your feet. You cursed yourself internally for deciding on such an impossible route. Your prospects for escape were truly lacking. “Rușine, Teodor! We have scared our precious friend. Tell us, girl, why the italiană you travel with has not yet bitten you?” You fought for control over your vocal chords, the tone emerging from between your lips wavering and timid.

“I- I don’t know what you’re talking about,” you stammered, their faces, twin masks of dangerous intent, unchanging as you spoke. “I’m traveling alone. I’m by my-myself.” The silver man tsked under his breath, shaking a finger in your direction, taking a pointed step towards you. It did not go unnoticed that he was unhindered by the difficult terrain.

Acuma, fată, now is not a time for tricks. You know of what we are. Your italiană does not want you to be joining him?” You did not respond, could not respond. Your every move was being monitored, down to the erratic pounding of your heart against your chest to your shallow intakes of breath. The silvery vampire nodded to himself, his smile growing wider. “Da, this is the reason. It is always this way. But you see, fată, that yours destroyed what once we had. This cannot go without a punishing.” He stepped closer to you, faster now. His dark companion donned a sinister grin. “Come to me, girl, and let us help your gunoi italiană.” You knew nothing more than your desire to escape. You turned on your heel and began to run from the twin demons, part of you understanding your life was over, the other fighting desperately against the knowledge that you could never free yourself from the danger you’d turned your back on. A pair of perfectly aligned razors melted into the skin of your neck in the same instant two iron rods locked around your chest, hugging you to immobility against the Romanian’s chest. You cried out at the onset of pain the breaking of skin had created, your scream altering as it pierced the air to vocalize the unimaginable acid that now coursed through your veins. You cried wordlessly, you cried names, you cried for salvation, your every sound falling on deaf ears as your blood flowed freely into your attacker’s mouth. Another pair of teeth sunk into the flesh of your hand, adding intensity to the fire as more venom infiltrated your bloodstream.

Your world went hazy around the edges, the agony blazing beneath your skin keeping you conscious, your veins drying as the hostile vampires drained your body of blood. Blindly, your thoughts fell to Demetri, somewhere searching for you, abandoning all tricks and gimmicks to create an equal hunt. He would not smell your blood, nor would be smell the strangers leeching the life from your body. Just as quickly as it had begun, the two were separated from your body, their venom mingling inside your tissues. Through bleary eyes, you watched the silver-haired vampire wipe at the corner of his mouth with the backside of his hand, grinning kindly at your crumbled body where it lay against the forest floor.

“Send our love to your Volturi scum,” he hissed, his body vanishing from sight. You were in awe that you had managed to hear him over the shrieks ripping through your body. In a matter of seconds, you had been brought within an inch of your life, your heart thumping wildly within your chest. You called for Demetri, hoping blindly that he would abandon the game you had insisted so fervently on and rush to your side. It took him two laboured breaths to find you, his eyes alight with fear.

“Y/n, you’re… ” His fingertips touched to the edges of the wound now spilling blood from your neck. Quickly, as if unaffected by the perfume of your blood in the air, he was by your other side, his hands suspending yours between his own, pulling gently at the skin surrounding your second bite. You writhed beneath him, his hands holding fast to your shoulders, his nose lifted in the air, his jaw hardening. “Those Romanian bastards. Y/n, listen to me, you’re going to be alright. I’m going to suck the venom out.” You shrieked in protest, desperate to be free of the white-hot venom filtering through your body, but horrified at the prospect of having more of your blood forcibly removed from your body. His ear inclined toward your chest, his lips pursing with fury. “You’ve lost too much… you’ve lost too much blood. It would kill you. I can’t let that happen!” he lowered his face into your view once more, his hands spreading over your cheeks, holding your head in place as you lurched and arched beneath him. “It’s not supposed to happen like this. It’s supposed to be mine that turns you. Tell me now, do you want me to help you?” You screamed your reply, watching his face duck out of view, broken by agony, his breath coming in dry sobs. “I’m so sorry, love. Please, forgive me.”