beckon lovely

i love death. i love the way it buzzes in my ear; the way it sends love letters to my ribs. i love the beckon, the chase. the destruction of frailty, a splice of honey-bone. death teases me with divine morbidity. and do i answer?
—  hades courts with nightshade; collected memoirs of persephone, i.g. 

ozziescribbles  asked:

Ahhhh 8 spots! I'll try and hurry Σ(゚д゚lll) Would it be alright if I could request Ignis x Reader, possible fluff of them both reading on each other? Like, Reader's head on Ignis' stomach or something like that;;


Ignis was sitting on the ground by the roaring campfire, a mug of ebony clutched in his hand. He flipped through his leather-bound journal, sifting through his notes from the day, contemplating different recipes in his mind. 

His belly was full, the skewers he’d prepared for dinner earlier had done just the trick. The warmth radiating from the flames before him was comforting, and he felt himself relax, the tense muscles of his shoulders slowly easing with each passing second.


Ignis looked up and smiled when he saw you. You wore one of his old sweaters that you’d insisted on bringing with you on the road (I can’t sleep without it!) and held a book in your arms, clutched to your chest.

“Hello, my love,” Ignis beckoned you closer, and you took a seat next to him. You yawned, rubbing at your eyes with the back of your hand. “Tired?”

You nodded. “Yeah. Long day.”

Ignis was inclined to agree. The group had cleared another tomb, collected another Royal Arm for Noctis. It had been deep inside a chilling cave, and it made the heat from the campfire all the more appealing.

Ignis shifted as he felt you move, scooting lower to rest your head in his lap. You opened up your book and angled it so the light from the fire would cast its orange glow on the pages, and the two of you read in a comfortable silence.

It was one of the things about you that drew Ignis to you in the first place. He appreciated how you enjoyed the quiet. He liked that you didn’t always feel the need to fill the void with idle chatter or meaningless conversation. The two of you were just able to exist together, like two adjoining pieces of a puzzle; a perfect fit since the day you met.

Ignis scanned over his journal for a while longer while idly playing with your hair. You sighed contentedly, leaning into his touch. 

After Ignis had checked a few more things and mentally noted a few others, he said, “Darling, perhaps we should––”

He never finished this thought, because when he gazed down at you, you were already asleep in his lap. Your book had been left abandoned at your side, and your head was tilted slightly towards him, away from the bright light of the fire. Your breathing was steady, and you looked completely at peace.

Ignis smiled to himself. He kissed the pads of his fingers and gently traced them along your forehead, and you smiled in your sleep. He gingerly supported your head while he shifted, scooping you up in his arms. You mumbled something in your sleep and nuzzled into his chest as he carried you into the tent.

He went to lay you down, taking off your shoes and getting you ready for bed. When he moved to retrieve your book, you clutched at his arm.

“No,” you mumbled, drifting in and out of sleep. “Stay.”

Ignis couldn’t help but chuckle, knowing he was unable to ever say no to you. He removed his gloves and his shoes and set them aside. He settled in next to you and you scooted closer, pressing your face into the crook of his neck.

“G’night, Iggy.”

Ignis stroked your arm gently, relishing the smoothness of your skin under his bare fingertips. He kissed the crown of your head, and let out a quiet, happy sigh. 

“Goodnight, my love.”

Do we call it love?
Beckon it forward with our wispy fingertips
catching on to each other 
not in a way that is forced
but put together because of the nature
of who we are?
I do not know what I want to call this.
Yesterday’s mistakes make me hesitant
to put a name to such a beastly entity.
But do I call you mine?
Give possession a second glance,
not in a way where we own each other
but instead become founders 
of a new beginning too brash and young
and hopeful to remember that
we have had burning cities in the past?
I don’t want to hold you like a belonging
a heart is too much responsibility for anyone
if there is no cage to keep it in.
But do we try again?
Greet leaps of faith on our front doorsteps
like old friends
not in a way that reaches blindly
but expectantly because we know
there is a chance this won’t work out
but there is enough here to want and to risk
for someone who might be more permanent
than our last?
Perhaps it can be worth it.
—  A humble approach to someone new
This voracious craving for you, for all of you. It would be much simpler if I only wanted your body, but no, I want you, heart, mind and soul! I guess it is because I have given you no less than mine and the reciprocity of love beckons me to ask the same of you! So take all that I am, humble as my offering is; I do give it freely with all the love in my heart and I will take all of you to hold and cherish forever in my arms!
—  e.v.e.

When love beckons to you follow him, Though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, Though the sword hidden among his pinions may wound you. And when he speaks to you believe in him, Though his voice may shatter your dreams as the north wind lays waste the garden. For even as love crowns you so shall he crucify you. Even as he is for your growth so is he for your pruning. Even as he ascends to your height and caresses your tenderest branches that quiver in the sun, So shall he descend to your roots and shake them in their clinging to the earth……

But if in your fear you would seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, Then it is better for you that you cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor, Into the seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all of your laughter, and weep, but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself.

Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is sufficient unto love. And think not you can direct the course of love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. Love has no other desire but to fulfil itself.“

But if you love and must needs have desires, let these be your desires: To melt and be like a running brook that sings its melody to the night. To know the pain of too much tenderness. To be wounded by your own understanding of love; And to bleed willingly and joyfully.

—  Kahlil Gibran
Witness Me: Cassie and Cole

I once kneeled in shaking thrill

chase the memory of it still, of every chill.

Chided by that silence of a hush sublime
Blind to the purpose of the brute divine

But you were mine.

Staring in the blackness at some distant star
The thrill of knowing how alone we are, unknown we are
To the wild and to the both of us
I confessed the longing I was dreaming of

Some better love, but there’s no better love
Beckons above me and there’s no better love
That ever has loved me, there’s no better love

Darling, feel better love
Feel better love.

And I’ve never loved a darker blue
Than the darkness I have known in you, own from you

You, whose heart would sing of anarchy
You would laugh at meanings, guarantees, so beautifully
When our truth is burned from history

By those who figured justice in fond memory, 
witness me (we)

Like fire weeping from a cedar tree
Know that my love would burn with me
We’ll live eternally

‘Cause there’s no better love
That beckons above me,
there’s no better love
That ever has loved me, there’s no better love
So darling, feel better love

'Cause there’s no better love

That’s laid beside me, there’s no better love

That justifies me, there’s no better love

So darling, darling, feel better love
Feel better love

Feel better love
Feel better love

Feel better love.

(gifs and video belong to their respectful artists, not me)


When love beckons to you, follow him, though his ways are hard and steep. And when his wings enfold you yield to him, though he hides a sword among them. And when he speaks to you, believe in him, though his voice may shatter your dreams. Love will crown and crucify you. Love for your growth so he is for your pruning. Love will caresses your tenderest branches and shake every clinging root. Like sheaves of corn he gathers you unto himself. He threshes and sifts you he grinds until he kneads you and then he assigns you to his sacred fire, that you may become sacred bread for God’s sacred feast. All these things shall love do unto you, that you may know the secrets of your heart, and in that knowledge become a fragment. A fragment of Life’s heart. Now if in your fear you seek only love’s peace and love’s pleasure, better cover your nakedness and pass out of love’s threshing-floor. Into a seasonless world where you shall laugh, but not all your laughter. And weep, and weep but not all of your tears. Love gives naught but itself and takes naught but from itself. Love possesses not nor would it be possessed; For love is enough. You should say, “I am in the heart of God." You cannot direct the course of love. For love, if it finds you worthy, directs your course. To wake at dawn with a winged heart, to come home in the evening with gratitude; And then to sleep with a prayer for the beloved in your heart and a song of praise on your lips.

The prophet (2014)

But she sits in the garden
with calloused palms and 
no arms to hold you. She
tries anyways, and even
though you’ve never been
embraced by soul, you find
that you never want to leave.
And she smiles with all of her
teeth. White teeth. A little 
crooked. Just enough to 
be charming. She is wonder.

And roses and thorns and
empty watering cans. She
floods the ground. Moves
the mountains. You let her.
Beckon her. Love her. But
you never dare to tame her. 

She was born, my son, with 
wild eyes and wandering 
thoughts and hands too small
to hold all that she wants. 

When she asks for more
with glass in her gaze,
touch the curve of her spine
and give her everything
you have. Trust that it will
be enough. She may leave, 
yes, but maybe, if you’re
lucky, she’ll let you sit with her
in the garden, and she will 
teach you how to grow.

I stood on the shoreline and the endless ocean seemed to beckon me with its lovely waves, pulling and enticing me to go further into its depths. 
“I’m so very lonely,” it whispered. “Won’t you come spend eternity with me?”
And it began making promises that only something with its power could keep and I finally understood why some people choose to walk into the sea and never look back. It made itself seem beautiful and pure, and as I took hesitant steps towards the water, I heard murmurs of encouragement in my ear. It was only until I was in chest deep and out much to far that it began to transform. Crystal blue waters changed to a murky green and the once friendly, gently waves turned frothy, ravenous and angry. I began to struggle but it did not matter how hard I fought; the secret laden sea had gotten a grip on my very soul and  had no intentions of letting me go. It had been in solitude for much to long. My head was beneath the waves. It was to late. I had been tricked and I was drowning
—  n.g. // excerpt from a book i’ll never write #9

It’s well past ten on a Sunday morning when Newt plays his ace card - the ruffled hair-sleepy grin combo - and brazenly appeals to Credence for cuddles, bare arms outstretched, an air of pure delight spread across his face and a squeeing Pickett perched on the soft mess of his hair.

“Come back to bed?” The man has the guts to croon, all puppy eyes, gentle and pleading at the same time, and Credence kind of freezes for a second by the edge of the bed, shirt half falling off his shoulder, his mouth suddenly dry.

There’s a picture in his mind, old, almost ancient, but still very much clear - a child and a handful of wishes held tightly in his heart. The small, shy wish for that one plump muffin on display in the bakery, and a bigger, bolder set of wishes for all the things that only ever came to be in the happy frame of somebody else’s window - wishes for a different body with no weird tricks to hide from the world, a different mother with no scary tricks the world would actually approve of, a different home, a different life, something more akin to affection in his family’s eyes.

And now here is everything, magically squeezed into one fuzzy picture and tucked safely in their bed.

Newt’s arms are inviting, so much more so than any pastry, than any neighbour’s hearth worth envying. They’re here, tangible and warm, open and waiting for him, only for him to step in and bask in their embrace, and the sight alone makes Credence’s heart wrench a little in his chest. It’s so much. So much. More than he could have wished for. A full set of wishes for his heart to make and hold dear. 

The funny thing is, Newt seems to read it all in his eyes. His smile takes on a new, softer edge - his eyes glint in the golden morning light like gems on a crown.

“Come join us, love,” he beckons, and Credence complies; climbs gingerly, clumsily back into bed, like the very first time he did so. 

“Come here,” Newt urges gently, and Credence seeks his warmth like babies seek their milk, lets those freckled arms wrap snugly around him with an eagerness he can hardly contain, and when Newt’s body folds around his it’s like a shock of pleasure rolling down his spine, echoing all through his limbs. 

“There you are,” Newt’s voice murmurs in his ear. His lips press little I love you’s against Credence’s skin, and Credence’s fingers find themselves threading through messy ginger curls. He noses in the crook of Newt’s neck, lips sealed in a secret smile. He has no words for this. No words are needed for this.

But the heavy, lingering scent of their late breakfast settles around them like a sugary blanket, nice and cozy, and for once reality surpasses any and all wishes.

In The Library you are safe. It smells of old books and worlds you’ve yet to explore. It smells of worlds you’ve loved that beckon you back. It smells of the bacon sandwich the guy in the corner has smuggled in while he devours words and food, not sure which is more filling.

In the library you are prepping.

Everything that happens in the library is just preparation for the next year. That means if you fuck something up this year it’s fine. This whole year is just practice. The library is made for that. Maybe you spend the year writing a book no one will ever read. Maybe you spend the year recuperating from last year.

… Maybe it’s insanity, or maybe it’s just me, but somehow I think we all need a year in The Library. A year where it’s safe to make mistakes. A year where it’s okay to have to escape and stare out the window without someone asking you when you’re going to get back to work and fix your life. A year where we all whisper quietly about our plans and our wishes and dreams and darkest fears. A year in The Library. A year of getting lost in dusty, forgotten corners, and a year of finding the want.

—  Jenny Lawson

Hozier - Better Love (From The Legend of Tarzan)

I once kneeled in shaking thrill,
I chase the memory of it still,
Of every chill

Chided by the silence of the hushed sublime,
Blind to the purpose of the brute Devine,
But you were mine

Staring into blackness at some distant star,
The thrill of knowing how alone we are,
Unknown we are

To the world and to the both of us,
I confessed a longing I was dreaming of
Some better love

But there’s no better you love
That beckons above me,
There’s no better love
That ever has loved me,
There’s no better love,
feel better, love.

I have never loved a darker blue,
Then the darkness I have known in you,
Honed from you

You who’s heart would sing in anarchy,
You who’d laugh at meanings guarantee
So beautifully

When our truth is burned from history,
By those who figure justice in fond memory,
Witness me

Like fire weeping from a cedar tree,
Know that my love would burn with me
Or live eternally

Cus there’s no better love
That beckons above me,
There’s no better love
That ever has loved me,
There’s no better love,
feel better, love.

There’s no better love
That’s laid beside me
There’s no better love
That justifies me
There’s no better love
So darling feel better love

No better love part 2

Originally posted by haidaspicciare

No better love

Summary: They always say Christmas is the time for miracles.

Pairing: Bucky x Reader

Warnings: cussing, blood, fighting, angst,

Word count: Part 1 = 2,118 Part 2 = 2,005(with lyrics)

Rating: PG-13

Note: sequel to “Ruin” takes place about three months later.

The song which inspired the story and the lyrics used for the part.

Tag list: @sebbytrash @winters-buck @smoothdogsgirl @marvelfanfichq @marvel-lucy @aquabrie @angryschnauzer   @ek823  @creideamhgradochas


Part 2

December 23 New York City

Three days of rolling over everything she’d told you, wondering what exactly to do. Calling Bucky came to mind first followed by going to the Compound and seeing him. But something held you back, the heart ache of knowing he planned the subterfuge to break your heart. The same one word, ran through your head, why.

Why do something so horrible? To what end? Was your lives together truly just a game to him? You’d pushed those thoughts around, while at work, eating, in the shower but mostly at night trying to sleep without Bucky’s warmth beside you. You always came to the same end he wouldn’t have done something so horrendous without reason. You’d have to face him soon and find out the answers to your questions. For now a cup of hot tea will work wonders.

Keep reading


Hitched K.M Part 1

Warning contains mature content

(Kol and the reader’s wedding and honeymoon)

Thank you for requesting, I enjoyed writing it, part 2 will be coming very soon !!

Word count: 1924

“Now will everyone join us in a farewell to Mr and Mrs Mikaelson” echoed Bonnie’s voice through the speakers, everyone’s attention was turned to Kol and myself as we stood on the middle of the dance floor. We were so caught up in our waltz that it was already time for us to leave the reception and enjoy some much deserved alone time.

The grin on my face was doing everything to grow bigger and my heart began beating faster the more I thought about the fact that I was now a married woman as of 2 hours ago. I gazed at the man beside me just as he entwined our fingers, his cheeky grin made me chuckle. The excited cheers and whistles from our family and friends became a blur as we walked hand in hand towards the exit- our unterage following.

Memories of tonight flooded my mind and I couldn’t help but reminisce in the many laughs, jokes and stories of tonight. As much as I loved the wedding ceremony itself, the reception was were everyone let loose, where the inappropriate events- like grinding- took place and I couldn’t for the life of me forget about the ludicrous speeches of the evening, rude and improper they put a smile on both mine and Kol’s faces- though not parents.

As we approached the exit, the doors were pushed open and I immediately caught sight of the sleek, classic limo that was to take us to the airport where we’d fly to some romantic location that I had no input on, the adrenaline was building and I couldn’t wait to see what Kol had in store for us- considering it was a surprise afterall.

“Congratulations sweetheart!” praised Klaus before I pulled him into a warm hug, by now all our friends and family were waiting for the great send off and before us stood a small queue of familiar faces waiting to say goodbye.

“Thank you Klaus” I replied as we both pulled back, I gave him a quick nod and stepped towards Elijah, he grinned and kissed my cheek sweetly.

“You look gorgeous, Kol’s a lucky man” he said making me blush, I suddenly felt a presence beside me and an arm snaked it’s way around my waist.

“Indeed I am” added Kol, I looked up at him as if to say a small thanks before we both redirected our stares to Elijah and Klaus.

“Now Kol…” Klaus placed a hand on his shoulder “Don’t go getting her pregnant huh?”, my eyes widened as all three of them laughed. I found myself searching around to see if anyone else had heard, like my mother but I was relieved when I saw her fiddling with the camera.

Kol rubbed the back of his neck and laughed nervously, “Yea- I don’t think that will be happening for a while” and what a good answer it was.

Finally after all the farewells and staged kiss to make everyone happy we climbed into the limo to start our honeymoon journey, Kol’s arm was wrapped around my waist while I cuddled into his side, feeling the soft black fabric of his blazer in between my fingers out of habit. An exasperated sigh escaped my lips catching his attention and causing him to stop twirling my hair.

“Well that went well, huh?” he asked causing a grin to light up on my face.

“It was splendid- no vampire drama, no rouge hybrids and no mortal enemies to deal with, I’d say that was our best night out yet” I replied, relieved that we really didn’t have to deal with all the problems.

Kol shifted under me so he could see me face, his eyes grew more serious, “That’s how I plan for this honeymoon to go as well”. My heart sped up momentarily just thinking about it.

“Are you going to tell me where we’re going?” I asked pushing myself off of him and staring at him playfully, he shook his head and chuckled.

“No my dear, I’m afraid you’ll just have to wait and see”.


A short while later we arrived at the airport, changed and waiting for the limo to pull up along side the drop off bay, our much needed clothing swap could have gone a lot faster and it would of, had it not been for the intimate undressing, touching and kissing that had gone on in the back.

Still hot and bothered I managed to climb out of the car while trying to fix my tank top and shorts, the summery clothes in the autumn weather around us certainly gave away the fact that we were going to a warm place but I had no idea where. “Y/N, Come on love!” beckoned Kol derailing my train of thought and sending me towards the rear of the limo where he and the driver were fetching our suitcases.

In the short time that we had been married, I looked at Kol differently- he wasn’t just my boyfriend or fiance, he was my husband and as I watched him heaving the heavy suitcases out of the boot and onto the trolley I couldn’t help but claim him as my own, much like gollum did his ring. My precious.

Kol looked up at me while I stared at him with googly eyes, he then pushed the the trolley towards me and wrapped his arms around my waist- never losing eye contact with me, “Are you ready?” the question was not ‘Was I ready?’, it was more 'Was he ready?’. I nodded my head up and down before his lips connected with mine, I had a feeling we’d be doing a lot of PDA.

Once we thanked and paid the driver, Kol took my hand and lead us inside the bustling airport, I was surprised at the amount of people here at 12 o'clock at night but then again it’s never too late or too early to start a journey. I started shaking with excitement and trying to control my fangirling moment as Kol pushed the trolley towards the check-in. We soon became acquainted with the lady at the counter named Tammy, who took the liberty of printing out our plane tickets.

In a rush I trailed my eyes over the ticket, desperately trying to figure out where we would be going, when I found it my mouth practically hit the floor, “We’re going to the Maldives!” I enthused throwing my arms in the air and turning to a pleased Kol. Before he could even respond I threw my arms around his neck and jumped on him, he caught me with ease and held me up by my thighs.

“First time away together?” Tammy asked as our bags were being weighed, I jumped down immediately and blushed at how silly I must have looked.

"Yes, My wife; Y/N and I are going on our honeymoon” replied Kol looking proud, I couldn’t help but laugh at how cute he looked, Tammy smiled and congratulated us before letting us go. We had ditched the trolley and now only had our carry on bags with us as we walked aimlessly around the airport. I kept thanking Kol for choosing the Maldives and all he did was shut me up with a kiss each time I spoke too long.

“What are we going to do now?” I asked while staring at his tight burgundy t-shirt and black shorts, I certainly could get use to seeing more of his skin in the sun- especially without the shirt.

“Let’s go get some drinks”.


I never realised that when Kol had said 'some drinks’ that’d we be totally shitfaced by the end of it and the problem with the two of us when we were drunk was that we became horny teenagers. Somehow we had managed to get to our gate in time and pass security without being stopped which was a complete miracle. I let out a loud squeak when I felt Kol slap my arse and I instantly spun around.

“Kol, stop it!” I scolded before continuing to pass the many other passengers to get to our seats, he continued to tease me for a few minutes until we sat down. I turned to him and frowned, “On a plane really?” he snickered and leaned closer to me.

“I do it because I love you Y/N” he said and placed an arm around my waist before pecking the corner of my lips. Soon the captain’s voice took over the speakers and welcomed us aboard the thirteen hour flight to the Maldives, he then handed the reigns over to the flight attendants who continued to show us the exits and safety precautions.

“Where are we staying when we get there?” I asked just as the plane was preparing for takeoff, Kol clutched my hand over the armrest and smiled.

“It’s an amazing hotel, I’m sure you’ll love it”, he was most probably right, so far everything he had planned I was loving.

I exhaled profoundly, “I can’t wait to get there and just relax, explore, take pictures and most importantly spend time with my husband”.

“I love it when you say that, it makes all of this feel real and all the years of waiting for you worth it”, the wedding glow was still settling in, it was crazy that these foreign terms would soon become normal.

About 20 minutes after the plane had left the ground, the seatbelt sign turned off and I took the liberty of walking towards the bathroom to remove the heavy and now not so glamorous makeup from my face.

I squeezed into the tiny cubicle and began closing the door when an arm reached through to stop me and pulled it open, Kol suddenly appeared- a mischievous smirk on his face as he pushed me further in and shut it behind him. He attacked my lips and hoisted me up against the mirror by my thighs, his hands rummaged my hips while I tried to keep up with his spontaneous pace.

Kol kept banging and hitting the sides of the cubicle with his arms, which I’m sure was going to cause a lot of fuse outside. I gently played with hairs on his back to try and calm his lustful actions, however I couldn’t help but shudder as he started trailing kisses down my neck- his teeth protruding and tickling the skin.

“Excuse me, uh miss. Are you alright in there?” spoke a female voice, causing Kol to stop what he was doing and stare at me with wide eyes. The lady questioned again and knocked on the door.

“Kol what do we do?” I panicked and hit his shoulder, he said nothing and instead lifted me down from the sink and placed my frame in front of him, facing the door. Before I could interfer he opened it and the hostess frowned at us.

“This sort of behaviour is not allowed on aircraft, please go back to your seats!” she instructed, we did as we were told and completed the walk of shame back to our seats- it seemed that everyone aboard the small plane had heard our banging as well. I tried my best not to laugh at all the glares we were getting, it was made worse when Kol held my waist tightly and carried me the rest of the way.

“Oh you better be ready for the Maldives Y/N” he remarked before placing a wet and sloppy kiss upon my cheek.


Part 2 coming soon :) I’m sorry if there are any mistakes or if this is written weirdly- been a bit rusty lately.


In which John talks about his big break way back in 2002, writing, reading, the extraordinary work of Amy Krouse Rosenthal, and her new project. Amy will be at the Bean on 8/9/16 from 8:09 AM to 8:09 PM; you’ll know it’s her because of the yellow umbrella. More info at the video invitation.