blind divine

I lie in the dark counting your heartbeats. I imagine our life together. I imagine the words I will say when we get married. The thought of trying to put together enough sentences to describe the depth of my love brings tears to my eyes. My love is blind faith, miraculous and divine. Hearing you breathe beside me at night, that is my religion. You said you wanted to grow old with me and I held it in my lungs, trying not to let it escape so that I could let it saturate in my veins. You are not the best parts of me. You are the most beautiful parts of the person I want to become. You are the love story I have been trying to write my entire life.
—  Ambra J. Wilson

so I guess instead of making a proper witchsona I made a WITCHSONA AU

me and @keycrash did some talking about it under the cut but basically:

akane: ridiculously talented witch. likes to astral project, deals in spacetime fuckery, owns a little store in the city where people can buy supplies and services, book appointments, etc. very chronically ill, doesn’t show herself often.

aoi: akane’s secretary, sort of. he’s officially a hedge witch, does a lot of domestic stuff, cooking, protective charms, very practical things, whatever. but he minds akane’s shop and takes care of her orders and things like that. not naturally talented like akane but worked very very hard.

light: green witch, good with herbal remedies and medicinal tinctures. makes some stuff for akane from time to time. gets asked if he’s the seer of the field family a lot bc he’s blind.

clover: REALLY INTO DIVINATION AND STUFF. she likes to tell fortunes and read tarot and aoi’s like that stuff’s bullshit but she loves it. she’ll commune with spirits every so often just for kicks

THERE’S MORE BUT HERE’S THESE GUYS ANYWAYS. we thought out some stuff on the vlr crew but they can come later I like these guys best

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Early Mornings

Wade Wilson x Reader

Warnings: Smut

Request: Could you write a one shot where wade and read had a busy night ;) and wade wakes up the next day with morning wood but doesn’t wanna disturb reader ?? you can decide what happens at the end heheh


The smell of sweat was still heavy in the air, your limbs intertwined with his. Your head was resting on Wade’s chest, his arms holding you close to him. The morning light was creeping in from the blinds, casting a divine light over your sleeping form. Despite how peaceful the room may look, it was anything but. Wade was watching the rise and fall of your bare chest, torn between wanting to wake you and wishing to watch you. 

He shifted uncomfortably, hissing when his rock hard length brushed against your thigh. Holding his breath, he observed as you stirred at the noise, giving no other indication of waking up. He sighed in relief, or perhaps it was frustration. Every inch of his skin was on fire, his eyes glazed over at a million different scenarios of you on top of him, beneath him, kneeling before him, or begging him. 

It was enough to make him go mad, his senses alight with the desire for you. But at the same time, his heart was singing in his chest at the soft smile tugging at your lips and the occasional sigh at whatever dream you were having. He only smiled for a moment before the more… pressing matter returned. Wake you up or suffer a while longer? 

Fractured images of last night assaulted his mind, arousal stabbing deep in his abdomen. Your nails had clawed at his back, lips heatedly moving on his while your legs had been wrapped around his hips. It hadn’t been what he was expecting, but he wasn’t disappointed in the least. He expected your first time to be sweet and languid, but it was fast and needy. 

Truthfully, he hadn’t known how much he needed you before last night. When he was buried inside your heat, there was nothing in this world that could possibly tear him down. Every moan and every kiss brought the heavens themselves with them, showing him something he couldn’t have ever dreamed of. And now, he scowled down at the tented sheets, he wished for nothing more than that again.

“Wade?” You whispered groggily, your eyes slitted open. A smile once again bloomed on his face, the adorable expression on your face saving him from the maddening lust once again.

“Morning,” he mumbled. You smiled up at him, watching curiously through your lashes. He looked oddly distressed to your eyes, something that you weren’t expecting.

“Something the matter?” You asked. He shook his head, groaning when your leg rubbed against his hardened length. Your mouth formed an ‘o’, your mind telling you exactly what was wrong. A devious smirk formed on your face, one warm hand tracing his erection through the thin sheets. He was pushing up into your touch, eyes slamming closed at the assault. It was like the heavens themselves had invaded the room, each caress bringing immense pleasure to Wade. And just when he thought he couldn’t feel any better, your hot tongue swiped across his tip, licking the precum beading there. His eyes immediately shot open, a loud moan being torn from his lips.

“(Y/N),” he gurgled, the word being lost in the sensation of your lips around his length, sliding tortuously down every inch of him. You didn’t stop until he hit the back of your throat, your mouth warming him to the core. He had to physically restrain himself from thrusting roughly into your mouth, his hands tangling themselves in your (Y/H/C) locks. 

It took a moment for you to be able to move, your body trying its hardest to adjust to the foreign sensation. But when you did, it was marvelous. Your teeth grazed up his shaft, tongue swirling around it as you bobbed your head up and down. His head was thrown back, face twisted in pleasure as a cacophony of sounds left his parted lips. He was in heaven, every movement of your mouth on him bringing him ever closer to the light. You found it incredibly erotic, the broken phrases and curses arousing you to no end. You could see him grow closer to his release, his grip tightening and his chest moving up and down heavily. Wade was quite sure he’d never felt this good, your mouth doing wonders to him. 

He was so close, he just needed… He threw his head back, your cheeks hollowing around his length finishing him. The light blinded him as his hot seed spilled down your throat, his body humming with pleasure. There was nothing left in the world, only this bright light that encompassed him. It was bliss. Slowly, he came back to his senses. His body was covered in a thin layer of sweat, his hands still entangled in your hair, and the constant mantra of your name on his lips. He didn’t even realize he’d been speaking but you didn’t seem to mind. You licked your lips, the very taste of Wade on your tongue. He watched the movement with interest, wrapping his hands around your hips so he could pull you back up to him.

“That was…” He breathed. He hadn’t been expecting that, and even if he had been, he was positive he wouldn’t have ever guessed it would be that pleasurable.

“I know,” you smirked, his expression stroking your ego to no end. He looked absolutely sated, your actions obviously satisfying him. Lazily, he stroked the very top of your thigh, his lips turning up to form his own smirk. “What are you up to?” You asked suspiciously, your gaze on his hand.

“Payback.” He chuckled. He may have stroked your ego, but you had one hell of a feeling you were about to stroke his right back.

myopia, god in the wings,
the boy spreading his joy
all over me, his face as open
as velvet.

this is what the dog wants,
what moms want, the keeling
kind of love struck dumb. the
silence of a gesture, a mouth
bruised in a bad way. no, wait -

when i met him his name was
something else, transcendental,
happy accident. it didn’t yet kill
me to hear it. a better translation
from a language of sadness. you
know the drill.

later, his tongue wide as a mile on
a holy road. something ugly in the
eyes. he would feed me fresh plums,
planting the pits along the roadside.

when i say it was easy, i’m lying.
happiness is a kind of blindness,
divining the truth from a few wet
seeds. he spoke of flesh as
something absent from itself,
hands growing larger each time
the night settled around us.

in the distance, thunder. the whole
world rumbling. our bath water
turning the colour of four dollar
wine. somewhere some glorious
grievance, a tree in salted soil
bearing fruit.

—  REGULAR BOYS | agooduniverse

Icarus, I know you believe yourself dead now that your wings have melted. Your father crafted them poorly out of materials he knew would likely fail. You were a child you were bound to test the limits. That is what youth does; how else can we hope to grow? You plummeted towards the ocean blaming yourself for the betrayal of the fragile wings he made you.

Somehow, through blind luck or perhaps divine intervention, you wound up on the shore, far from all you knew. You think yourself to be a dead-man-walking, unaware that you still live. Your grin is a barely concealed snarl, daring anyone to break this facade you’ve constructed around yourself. You laugh as you pump your veins full of toxins, a solitary game of Russian Roulette, wondering which drink will be the bullet through your skull.

But life grows from death, and though you try to douse yourself in poison, new growth prevails. Here and there the tiny shoots of new growth glimmer through, reaching up towards the light you refuse to believe is there. Every so often the snarl cracks to reveal a genuine smile. Your laughter is sometimes filled with joy. In these moments you bloom, even if only for a second.

Death did not kill you. The chaotic waves cradled you in a cocoon, rocking you while you metamorphosed. You are growing new wings. They’re still wet and clinging to your back, too fragile to carry you. But with time and patience they will spread and you will fly. And this time you will fly on real wings, not ones manufactured out of broken hopes and lies. It takes time for these wings to grow and develop, but they’re there, I promise you.

You live, you fight, you are the dandelion that grows in the cracks of asphalt. Icarus, you are scared to look towards the sun because the last time you got close to it you fell. But Icarus, that was because you were on your own, your father left you to fly on his own. This time we will fly towards the heavens together. This time we will catch each other. This time we will leave the chains of gravity behind and soar together through the clouds, through storm and calm, until we find our perch where we will roost and look down at the sorrows we left behind.

— 

Brother do you believe in an afterlife
Where our souls will both collide
In some great Elysium
Way up in the sky
Free from our shackles, our chains
Our mouths, our brains
We’ll open all the gates
And we will walk careless
Straight into the light (x)

A response to this. Sorry @pragmaticgryffindor I don’t write nearly as nicely as you do. But I felt this needed to be said, to you and so many others.