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Magickal Properties of Incense

(by Raven and Crone)

The spiritual meanings of fragrances and magickal properties of incense will help focus your mind on achieving specific goals. Burning incense has a symbolic meaning that helps pagans and witches focus their attention on the purpose of a ritual or magickal working.

ACACIA:
Burned with sandalwood to stimulate the psychic powers.
AFRICAN VIOLET:
Burned for protection and to promote spirituality within the home.
ALLSPICE:
Burned to attract both good luck and money.
ALOES:
Burned to attract good fortune, love, spiritual vibrations, and strength.
ALTHEA:
Burned for protection and to stimulate the psychic powers.
AMBER:
Burned for love, comfort, happiness and healing
AMBERGRIS:
Burn for dreams and aphrodisiac
ANGELICA:
Burn for protection, harmony, integration, insight and understanding, stability and meditation
ANISE SEEDS:
Burned as a meditation and emotional balance incense.
BASIL:
Burned to exorcise and protect against evil entities such as demons and unfriendly ghosts, and to attract fidelity, love, good luck, sympathy, and wealth. This is also an excellent incense to use when performing love divinations. Also burn for concentration, assertiveness, decisiveness, trust, integrity, enthusiasm, mental clarity, cheerfulness, confidence and courage
BAY:
Burned to facilitate the psychic powers, and to induce prophectic dream-visions.
BAYBERRY:
Burned mainly to attract money and also burned for protection, happiness and control
BENZOIN:
Burned for purification, astral projection, clears negative energy, emotional balance, eases sadness, depression, weariness, grief, anger, anxiety and to attract prosperity.
BERGAMONT:
Burn for money, prosperity, uplifting of spirits, joy, protection, concentration, alertness, confidence, balance, strength, courage, motivation and assertiveness
BISTORT:
Burned often with frankincense as a powerful incense to aid divination.
BRACKEN:
Burned in outdoor fires to magickally produce rain.
CARDAMOM:
Burn for mental clarity, concentration, confidence, courage, enthusiasm and motivation
CARNATION:
Burn for protection, strength, healing, love and lust
CEDAR:
Burned for purification, to stimulate or strengthen the psychic powers, attract love, prevent nightmares, and heal various ailments, including head colds.
CEDARWOOD:
Burn for healing, purification, protection, money, balance, grounding, clarity, insight and wisdom
CHAMOMILE:
Burn for harmony, peace, calm, spiritual and inner peace
CINNAMON:
Burned for protection and to attract money, wealth, prosperity, business success, stimulate or strengthen the psychic
powers, and aid in healing. Also burned for stimulation, strength and lust
CITRON:
Burned in rituals to aid healing and also to strengthen the psychic powers.
CITRONELLA:
Burn for cleansing, warding off, healing and exorcism
CLOVE:
Burned to dispel negativity, purify sacred and magickal spaces, attract money, and stop or prevent the spread of gossip. Also burn for pain relief, intellectual stimulation, business success, wealth, prosperity, divination, exorcism, protection, eases fears, improves memory and focus
COCONUT:
Burned for protection.
COPAL:
Burned for purification, uplifting spirits, protection, exorcism, spirituality and to attract love.
CYPRESS:
Burn for strength, comfort, healing, eases anxiety, stress, self-assurance, confidence, physical vitality, willpower and concentration
DAMIANA:
Burned to facilitate psychic visions.
DITTANY OF CRETE:
Burned to conjure spirits and to aid in divination, astral projection, especially when mixed with equal parts of benzoin, sandalwood, and vanilla.
DRAGONS BLOOD:
Burned to dispel negativity, exorcise evil supernatural entities, courage, purification, attract love, and restore male potency. Many Witches also burn dragon’s blood for protection when spell casting and invoking. When added to other incenses, dragon’s blood makes their magickal powers all the stronger.
ELECAMPANE:
Burned to strengthen the clairvoyant powers and scrying abilities-divination by gazing.
EUCALYPTUS:
Burn for healing, purification and protection
FERN:
Burned in outdoor fires to magickally produce rain. Also used to exorcise evil supernatural entities.
FRANKINCENSE:
Burned to dispel negativity, spirituality, purify magickal spaces, consecration, protect against evil, exorcism, aid meditation, astral strength, induce psychic visions, courage, protection, attract good luck, and honor Pagan deities.
FUMITORY:
Burned to exorcise demons, poltergeists, and evil supernatural entities.
GALANGAL:
Burned to break the curses cast by sorcerers.
GARDENIA:
Burn for peace, love and healing
GINGER:
Burn for wealth, lust, love and magical power
GINSENG ROOT:
Burned to keep wicked spirits at bay, and for protection against all forms of evil.
GOTU KOLA:
Burned to aid meditation.
HEATHER:
Burned to conjure beneficial spirits, and to magickally produce rain.
HIBISCUS FLOWERS:
Burned to attract love, lust and also for divination.
HONEYSUCKLE:
Burn to attract money, happiness, friendship and healing
HOREHOUND:
Burned as an offertory incense to the ancient Egyptian god Horus.
HYACINTH:
Burn for happiness and protection
JASMINE:
Burned to attract love and money, and also to induce dreams of a prophectic nature, purification, wisdom and astral projection
JUNIPER:
Burned to stimulate or increase the psychic powers, and also to break curses, exorcism and hexes cast by evil sorcerers. It is also burned for calming, protection and healing.
LAVENDER:
Burned to induce rest and sleep, and to attract love-especially of a man. Also burned for cleansing, healing, happiness and relaxation
LEMON:
Burn for healing, love and purification
LEMONGRASS:
Burn for mental clarity
LILAC:
Burned to stimulate or increase the psychic powers, and to attract harmony into ones life.
LOTUS:
Burn to elevate mood, protection, spirituality, healing and meditation
MACE:
Burned to stimulate or increase the psychic powers.
MASTIC:
Burned to conjure beneficial spirits, stimulate or increase the psychic powers, and intensify sexual desires. The magickal powers of other incenses are greatly increased when a bit of mastic is added.
MESQUITE:
The magickal powers of all healing incenses are greatly increased when mesquite is added.
MINT:
Burned to increase sexual desire, exorcise evil supernatural entities, conjure beneficial spirits, and attract money. Mint incense also possesses strong healing vibrations and protective powers.
MUSK:
Burn for aphrodisiac, prosperity, courage
MYRRH:
Burned (often with frankincense) for purification, consecration, healing, exorcism, and banishing evil. Myrrh is also aids meditation rituals, and was commonly burned on alters in ancient Egypt as an offering to deities Isis and Ra.
NUTMEG:
Burned to aid meditation, stimulate or increase the psychic powers, and to attract prosperity.
OAKMOSS:
Burned for money and attraction
ORANGE:
Burned for divination, love, luck and money
PATCHOULI:
Burned to attract money, love, growth, mastery, sensuality and also to promote fertility.
PEPPERMINT:
Burned for energy, mental stimulant, exorcism and healing
PINE:
Burned for purification, and to banish negative energies, exorcise evil supernatural entities, and attract money, as well as to break hexes and return them to their senders. Also burned for grounding, strength, cleansing and healing
POPPY SEEDS:
Burned to promote female fertility, and to attract love, good luck, and money.
ROSE:
Burned to increase courage, induce prophetic dreams, house blessing, fertility, healing and attract love. Rose incense is used in all forms of love enchantment and possesses the strongest love vibration of any magickal incense.
ROSE GERANIUM:
Burned for courage and protection
ROSEMARY:
Burned to purify, aid in healing, prevent nightmares, preserve youthfulness, dispel depression, attract fairy folk, and promote restful sleep and pleasant dreams.
RUE:
Burned to help restore health.
SAGE:
Burned for protection against all forms of evil. It is also burned to purify sacred spaces and ritual tools. Plus it is great for promoting wisdom, clarity, attract money, and aid in the healing the body, mind, and soul.
SAGEBRUSH:
Burned to aid healing, and to banish negative energies and evil supernatural entities.
SANDALWOOD:
Burned to exorcise demons and evil ghosts, conjure beneficial spirits, and promote spiritual awareness. Sandalwood incense is also used by many Witches for protection, astral projection, healing rituals and in wish-magick.
SOLOMONS SEAL:
Burned mainly as an offertory incense to ancient Pagan deities.
STAR ANISE SEEDS:
Burned to stimulate or increase the psychic powers.
STRAWBERRY:
Burned to attract love and for luck.
SWEETGRASS:
Burned to conjure beneficial spirits prior to spell casting.
SWEET PEA:
Burned for friendship, love and courage
THYME:
Burned for the purification of magickal spaces prior to rituals, to aid in healing, and to attract good health.
VANILLA:
Burned to attract love, increase sexual desire, and improve the powers of the mind.
VERVAIN:
Burned to exorcise evil supernatural entities.
VETIVERT:
Burned to break curses, exorcism, for protection against black magick and thieves, money, peace and love.
VIOLET:
Burn for wisdom, luck, love, protection and healing
WILLOW:
Burned to avert evil, attract love, and promote healing. It is also used by many Witches as an offertory incense for Pagan lunar deities.
WISTERIA:
Burned for protection against all forms of evil.
WORMWOOD:
Burned to stimulate or increase the psychic powers. When mixed with sandalwood and burned at night in a cemetery, wormwood is said to be able to conjure spirits from their graves.
YARROW:
Burned to arrow courage, exorcism
YLANG-YLANG:
Burned for love, harmony and euphoria

☆☾ Starset Sentence Starters ☽☆

                                                     First Light



  • Events we think to be inconsequential can affect the future unintentionally.
  • ❝ What if you had the power to affect monumental change?
  • Would you let fear consume or would you overcome?
  • We sent a message into the past; a warning!
  • We can change our fate.
  • We can change the future.
  • We can change the past.

                                        Down with the Fallen


  • I have seen an empire falling.
  • Hopeless, can you hear me calling?
  • Light the way and I’ll follow where you go
  • Can you tell me what is real? Cause I’ve lost my way again.
  • Can you tell me how to feel?
  • ‘Cause I don’t feel anything now that I’m down here again.
  • I’m down with the fallen again.

                                                          Halo


  • I can see you running every night from the same darkness–!
  • If you just say the word I’ll be there at your side. 
  • ❝ You make me superhuman. If you need me to, I’ll save you.
  • If it means the death of me, I won’t let go.
  • If I’m lost in the world’s shadows, I’ll use the light that comes to me from your halo.
  • When you’re backed against the wall I could be the one who’s always there to break your fall.
  • You’re not alone.❞
  • You’re the sun, you’re the day.

                                                    Carnivore


  • All my life they’ve let me know how far I could not go.
  • Inside the beast still grows, waiting, chewing through the ropes.
  • Who are you to change this world?
  • No one needs to hear your words.
  • Won’t you come digest me?
  • Take away everything I am–bring it to an END!
  • Could you come and change me?
  • Make me fall–make me BLEED!
  • Take away everything I am!
  • I will hide myself below–I’ll be what you wanted–!
  • Kept inside, I won’t let go–’til I burn beyond control!

                                                     Telescope


  • I hear you calling from behind the star fields.
  • I feel you radiating energy like eternal northern lights. 
  • I will travel the distance in your eyes.
  • I will find you..

                                                It Has Begun


  • Even a well-lit place can hide salvation. 
  • It’s a map to a one-man maze that never sees the sun.  
  • That’s where the lost are the heroes and the thieves are left to drown.
  • But everyone knows by now that fairy-tales are not found.
  • But nothing could ever stop us from stealing our place in the sun.
  • We will face the odds against us and run into the fear we run from.
  • It has begun.

                                                    My Demons


  • Mayday, Mayday, Our ship is slowly sinking.
  • They think I’m crazy, but they don’t know the feeling.
  • They’re all around me, circling like vultures.
  • They want to break me and wash away my colors.
  • Take me high–and I’ll sing–!
  • You make everything okay–!
  • We are one in the same–you take all my pain away!
  • ❝Save me if I become my demons.
  • I cannot stop this sickness from taking over–it takes control and drags me into nowhere.
  • ❝ I need your help, I can’t fight this forever.
  • I know you’re watching–I can feel you out there.
  • Take me over the walls below–fly forever.
  • Don’t let me go.
  • I need a savior to heal my pain.

                                             Point of No Return


  • There’s a memory of how we used to be–I can see it through the flames.
  • Forget the lies and pain–I can’t go back now.
  • The ashes call my name!
  • Pouring the fuel–fanning the flames–making the past an unreachable place–!
  • Break your habit and melt your chains!!!
  • Embrace the fear, chase the fight–the glow of this fire will light up the night.
  • The bridges are burning, the heat’s on my face–it makes my past an unreachable place!
  • I know this is the point of no return.
  • It’s uncomfortable, but such a beautiful desire.❞
  • There’s something sinister about the way it hurts when I watch it burn–but I can’t go back.
It’s terrifying how your life changes without your consent.
You meet someone one day and before you realise it's happening you’re falling in love with them and it’s too late to stop. It’s like that reoccurring dream where you’re driving towards a red light and suddenly the brakes don’t work. It’s terror in slow motion. You’re drifting …. Drifting towards the intersection with your foot to the floor so hard you’re practically standing and there’s nothing you can do to stop it. It’s out of your control, you know you’re going to crash so hard it’s going to kill you….
But just before that inevitable moment you wake up and you feel relieved. It’s okay, it was just a bad dream. You’re in love and everything’s okay… So you walk around in your half dream state blissfully unaware you’re still asleep until the point that you wake up for real one day to the realisation that they’re gone.
And there you are, sobbing like a 2 year old because you didn’t ask for this. This isn’t fair, this isn’t right. You saw the red light ahead… and you tried so hard to put the brakes on
—  Ranata Suzuki - Crash hard
The Holster

Summary: Endverse!Cas is missing Endverse!Dean, and goes to visit him in his cabin.

Word Count: 2100

Warning: Smut, drug use, a little angst (because it’s Endverse and it’s all angsty)

A/N: I love Endverse. I hope you do, too.


Cas fucking hates the thigh holster Dean wears.

It’s sexy as all hell, of course, just like everything else about Dean. It clings to that thick muscle in just the right way to show off just how strong Dean’s legs are. It tells anyone around Dean just how prepared, steady, and dangerous he is. Most of the women sigh and bite their lips when he walks by, staring at the damn thing like it’s his cock.

But Cas fucking hates it.

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Ryan's poem in 13 reasons why though

“The drag of your hand across my chest sparks a blaze my lips cannot extinguish
You, stubborn inferno
You drive fast and damn the red lights for slowing you down
You see my veins shake at your first touch
The power to move my blood on your own accord
The definition of heart
And after the stick shift jerk
I beg my skin to do tricks
Like forget how good it feels to lose control
Between the burning house
Of your hands”

windswept

I am a wildfire fire burning out of control in the hurricane like winds that are my life. The flames of my fire pulsate and flicker to the rhythm of my heart beat, fast and off tempo, having lost the melody of the song some time ago. I am out of control and burning people and bridges as I make my way through everything that surrounds me. The more I notice that things are burning away when I come into contact with them, the more my anger fuels the fire and I burn more intensely than before. I am convinced I am destined to destroy. I don’t even bother to look back and notice that with my destruction comes creation. I forget to notice that for every wall I’ve burnt down I’ve left something more permanent there. I’ve given the seeds that had been planted in the hearts Ive burned, the ones that came from the lessons of every girl and every lie who came before me, a chance to grow. I failed to notice that my winds ripped away the weeds and vines that encompassed their hearts and burned away any fear and hurt that lingered there from past lovers and made room for a new fire to grow. I made room for a fire of love so deep and pure to spark and burn eternally. If I only had slowed down long enough to see this maybe I would’ve stuck around long enough to find my song with her.

But time has passed and bridges have been burned and I’m out of control.

Or I was.

Something happened that night and I slowed down and my fire contained itself, I looked around me and saw the magic of my destruction.
I know what I can do now, I know the power of the words I speak and the calmness that radiates from my fingertips when I pull you in for one last kiss.

But your walls are heavy and high and I’m unsure if my fire can burn through it as I listen intently for the rhythm of your song, and I hear a muffled heart beat behind your layers of walls. I believe that, like me, you lost your rhythm and in the golden sunset of your eyes I’ve begun to find mine. So listen to me, listen to the song of my winds and the flicker of my fire, tune your ribs to my vibrations. Let the condemnation of fear that others have left inside of you be drowned out by the flicker of my fire. Let the melody of our song vibrate so fiercely that you let your walls fall. Let my heart set yours on fire, and know that I’ll be okay. If our song ends in one last harmony instead of a coda destined to repeat for a lifetime, I’ll be okay because in your eyes I’ve begun to find my melody and in my fire you will find your song.

So whether we end in a sonata or a movement I hope you’ll have learned you’re worth going through the depths of hell to hear your song from inside the walls I first heard it through. .

anonymous asked:

Do you have any fics dealing with feeling worthless as a bottom? I'm very femme-y and I love being taken care of in bed. Being aggressive and dominant don't come naturally to me. I've accepted that I'm a giant softie who likes a more dominant partner. The problem is THEY do the work. I can initiate a kiss and fondle and go down on a girl and all that stuff, but I'm truly in my element under a nice pair of breasts, feeling safe and taken care of. It feels selfish/greedy, though. :/

Maggie absolutely loves topping her.

She loves how pliant her body is underneath hers, loves the sounds she makes, loves the way her eyes flutter closed, the way she scratches at her back, the way her own back arches helplessly. The way she screams her throat raw on Maggie’s name.

She loves the way that badass, take-no-prisoners, ruthless, perfectionist, take-care-of-everybody-and-what-do-you-mean-I-have-needs-too DEO agent Alex Danvers surrenders to being worshiped by her. Submits to her love. Writhes and begs and whines and lets everything go for the prayers she plays out on Alex’s body.

The way Alex trusts her.

Fully, completely.

The way Alex gives her everything by taking everything: the way Alex gives her everything by letting her love her, by letting her adore her, by letting her be trusted.

But the first time Alex’s eyes flash and she asks with her eyes, with her gentle touch, with her body, if she can put Maggie’s wrists above her head and return every bit of worshiping she’s gotten in their first times, Maggie doesn’t hesitate.

Because Alex’s desire to please her, to touch her, to do everything with her, to her, is palpable. Is radiating.

And god, does Maggie want her.

Want to be taken by her.

And god, does Alex take her.

She makes sure Maggie’s head is resting perfectly on her favorite pillow and she kisses every centimeter of her face and she takes her time stripping her naked, and every time Maggie tells her that she doesn’t have to do anything she doesn’t want to, that they can stop whenever Alex wants, that she doesn’t owe Maggie anything, Alex pffts and Alex rasps, “do you want me to stop?”, and Maggie splutters – no woman has ever made her splutter before, and she wonders if she picked it up from Alex or if Alex was just always fated to have that effect on her – and she shakes her head and Alex grins and Alex continues.

Alex is a quick study – of course Alex is a quick study – and she takes her time bringing Maggie to orgasm after orgasm after orgasm, her mouth exploring her breasts, figuring out exactly what rhythm of her tongue over her hardened nipples makes her whine loudest, pant hardest.

Takes her time figuring out which spots on her stomach make Maggie giggle and which spots – when Alex’s teeth gently, and then at Maggie’s desperate urging, not so gently, graze her skin – make Maggie unravel.

Takes her time figuring out that Maggie has no problem keeping one leg up on Alex’s shoulder so Alex can fuck her deeper, can fuck her harder, can reach deeper inside her, touch places in her body, her soul, that no one has ever bothered to explore.

Takes her time figuring out that if she puts her thigh between Maggie’s legs and arches to take one of Maggie’s nipples into her mouth at the same time, it won’t take her long to cum. Hard. Again.

And because Alex is a quick study, Alex imitates Maggie’s constant checking in, her constant questioning – “are you sure, babe?” “do you want this, Maggie?” “all good?” “like that?” “do you need a break?” “do you like when I lick your clit like that, or like that? Both? Mmm, excellent” – and Maggie is so swept away, so caught up, in being the center of this gorgeous woman’s attention, the sole focus of this brilliant soldier-scientist’s incredible brain and body power, that her answer, truly, madly, deeply, is always yes Alex, please, god, don’t stop, Alex, Alex, Alex.

But when Alex wipes her mouth on her bare shoulder and kisses the insides of Maggie’s thighs, a satisfied, deeply affectionate but also deeply smug grin on her face after making Maggie cum for the upteenth time, Maggie panics.

Panics because it’s almost sunrise, and she’s done nothing for Alex all night.

She can’t count the number of times she’s cum, and the only thing she’s done has been begging Alex for more.

The only thing she’s done has been selfish preening and worthless whining and god, how can she be this self-involved, this lazy, this unwilling to work for such a gorgeous, perfect, dedicated woman?

How can she have let Alex dedicate herself solely to her pleasure and offer her absolutely nothing in return?

So she panics.

She panics, and shame sweeps through her stomach because maybe this, this, this is why she’s never truly bottomed for anyone before, because she isn’t lazy, she isn’t selfish, she isn’t worthless, she isn’t greedy, she isn’t… except she is. Because the last few hours – god, the last few incredible hours – prove that she is exactly those things.

“Hey, hey, hey, I’ve got you. I’ve got you. Did I hurt you, are you okay?”

And suddenly Alex is out from between her legs and crawling up to where she could cradle her body, hovering because she’s unsure of whether to touch her, but concern is radiating from her eyes – genuine, full-throated concern – and that concern just makes the shame sweep harder through Maggie’s stomach.

“You didn’t hurt me, I’m fine. It’s nothing, it’s whatever, it – “

“No, Maggie. It’s not whatever. Your whole body tensed up, you… it matters, Maggie. You matter.”

Alex’s face is a map of confusion, a map of worry, a map of god please tell me I didn’t hurt you.

Maggie makes a futile grab for the covers – being naked right now is just a reminder of how selfish she is  – and Alex immediately lunges down the bed to get them and tuck Maggie in.

“No, no, you don’t have to… see, that’s just it, Danvers, I…”

“I’m sorry – “ Alex drops the sheets and holds up her hands immediately in soft surrender.

Surrender. Surrender.

“No, Alex, I’m sorry, you didn’t do anything wrong, I just…”

She looks away and she clenches her jaw and she can feel Alex staring down at her, can feel Alex thinking, can feel Alex calculating.

“We’ve never had sex quite like that before,” Alex observes softly, so softly, after a few long, silent moments.

Maggie still won’t look at her, and she desperately tries to control the burning in her eyes, the churning in her stomach, but she tries to remember the trust that led her to let Alex top her to begin with, so she nods.

“I’ve never really… taken the lead.”

Maggie nods again.

“Was it bad? Was I bad? Because I can get better, I – “

“No! No, Alex, you were… you were amazing, it…”

“You can tell me if I – “

“No. You were perfect, Alex, I promise, it’s not that – “

“Then what is it, Maggie? You can tell me.”

A long silence. Alex rests her body down on one elbow and holds out a hovering hand, a question in her eyes. Maggie nods again and Alex strokes her hair softly.

And that’s exactly what Maggie needs, which is exactly why Maggie breaks.

“Why would you… what did you get out of all that, Alex? I just… I just laid there, I didn’t do anything for you, I… how selfish could I be, it… I didn’t do anything for you, Alex, all night, I just – “

“Maggie, wait. That’s not… are you kidding? Do you seriously want to feel how wet I am right now?”

Maggie pffts at Alex’s earnesty with wet eyes. “Nerd.”

Alex smiles with relief and kisses her forehead.

“Maggie, I… I’m so glad you let me… top you? Is that the way to say it? I…” Alex pauses and searches Maggie’s face for the right words. “Maggie, you’re always in control of everything. You’re always responsible, you’re always making decisions. Life and death decisions! And you… you always take care of me, you always just… you make me so happy, Maggie, and I… you deserve it. You deserve to be taken care of. You deserve to lay back and let me worship you, because you… you’re amazing, Maggie, and you deserve to let go, you deserve to be cared for. And – and… it’s giving me a gift, Maggie. You trusting me like that. You letting me lo… letting me care for you like that, that’s a gift, Maggie. It’s perfect. You’re perfect, and you deserve to be shown that. And, if you’re worried that you weren’t doing anything for me… you’ve gotta be kidding. That was the… sexiest, hottest… thing I’ve ever done… the… you… I came, you know. A bunch of times, not that that was the point, but I’m just saying, feeling you like that, touching you like that? Listening to you like that? I came. Because it was so incredible, I just… I didn’t make a big deal out of it, because I wanted to focus on you. You deserve to be focused on, Maggie. I promise I love…d it. I promise.”

Another long pause, another thick silence.

“So you’re saying you liked it. Cause that’s… that’s what I’m getting.”

“Oh my god, you’re never going to let me live that down, are you?”

“Not a chance, Danvers. Not a chance.”

3

KUROO WHERE YOU AT shit is going down while u ain’t lookin bro uwu

I’m sorry this isn’t the slow steady burning love you probably wanted, I’m sorry I’m a fire that dies and roars out of control, I’m sorry I burn everything down constantly, I’m sorry I ask for you to help me stay lit, I’m sorry I hurt everything I touch but god won’t you touch me again

That SoulMate AU where people become magic when they meet their soulmate.

EXCEPT for Alfred and Matthew it’s the reverse. And they’re both afflicted with magical curses that can only be cured by their soulmate. 

Alfred has fire control but he’s slowly burning alive. He’s getting hotter every year and one year it’ll kill him. And Matthew is the opposite. He’s ice but he’s freezing slowly and losing his emotions as his heart freezes. 

Silent [M]

Request: Hoseok smut where you’re in the dorm and have to be quiet omg I’m dead at the thought. pls 👏🏼

A/n: I dedicate this to @chokemejimin / @the95liner for reaching 20k. and I also would like to dedicate this to all my Hobi babes. there are too many of you to tag haha

Genre: SMUT, Dom!Hoseok, breath play

Words: 2.6kish

Originally posted by sweaterpawsjimin

You moaned as your back sank into the mattress. Your tired body welcomed the softness with open arms, grateful that Hoseok had convince you to buy a mattress cover. You pulled his sweatshirt over your face and breathed in the comfort. If you couldn’t be near him, at least you could smell him.

The two of you hadn’t spend a lot of time together as he has spent every waking hour in the practice studio preparing for his comeback and you were swamped with trying to balance school and your waitressing job. You missed him, more than you wanted to admit. Most nights you spent playing phone tag, hoping that both of you would be awake at the same time.

Like clockwork, your phone went off. You reached for your phone only to see his name flash across the screen and you smiled.

Hoseok 2:35 AM: Come over

Hoseok 2:35 AM: I need you

Hoseok 2:36 AM: Now

You shot up in bed as your read his messages, a growing panic rising in your chest. “Shit” you muttered as your dropped your phone as soon as you pressed the call button. When you held the phone to your ear all you could hear was deep breathing.

“Hoseok? What’s wrong?” You asked worriedly.

But he kept breathing. “Hoseok?” You called again.

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Title: tell me when you hear my heart stop

Pairing: Cresswell

Excerpt:  They had found Crescent together, before she had been Crescent. Sitting, waiting to be decommissioned in Hangar 6. Her core almost depleted, navigation fried, auto control burned out. She was a husk of a ship, a shell of dream. She was nothing, for what is Icarus without his wings, what is a ship without its soul? What is she if she isn’t Crescent?

Nothing.

No one.

Wherein Cress sort of dies and the Rampion’s artificial intelligence which she had programmed starts evolving into her personality. Emphasis on sort of dies, because this is one of the fic requests from forever ago where anonymous asked “I wish you could write a fic where Cress dies and Thorne is devastated, but she comes back to life somehow. (Either she never really died or something like that)”

Basically Cress is an AI.

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An Informal Guide to the Vampire Chronicles: Part 1

Transcribed from the Appendix in Prince Lestat (edited with more info.)

1. Interview with the Vampire (1976) - In this, the first published memoirs of a vampire with his tribe, Louis de Pointe du Lac tells his life story to a reporter boy he encounters in San Francisco - Daniel Molloy. Born in the eighteenth century in Louisiana, Louis, a rich plantation owner, encounters the mysterious Lestat de Lioncourt, who offers him immortality through the Blood and Louis accepts- beginning a long spiritual search for the meaning of who and what he has become. The child vampire Claudia and the mysterious Armand of the Théâtre des Vampires are central to this story, including the death of Claudia at the hands of the theatre run by Armand- devastating and further plummeting Louis into his own quiet misery.

2. The Vampire Lestat (1985) - Here, Lestat de Lioncourt offers his full autobiography - recounting his in eighteenth century France as a penniless provincial aristocrat, a Parisian stage actor, and finally as a vampire in conflict with other members of the Undead, including the coven of the Children of Satan (or Darkness) being led by the vampire Armand. After a long physical and spiritual journey, Lestat reveals ancients secrets about the vampire tribe that he kept for more than a century, learned by an encounter with the Roman vampire Marius- a keeper of the king and queen of their kind, “Those Who Must Be Kept.” Emerging as a rock star and rock video maker, he eagerly attempts to start a war with humankind that might bring the Undead together and end in vampiric annihilation.

3. The Queen of the Damned (1988) - Though written by Lestat, this story includes multiple points of view from mortals and immortals all over the planet, responding to Lestat’s revealing rock music and videos, which awaken the six thousand year old Queen of the Vampires, Akasha, from her long slumber. As the younger unassociated vampires gather at Lestat’s rock concert to assassinate him, they are set aflame by the Queen Akasha, who steals Lestat away and reveals her plan to recreate the world in her vision, as a Goddess of mortals. But an ancient prophecy concerning twins witches, seeking to take revenge on Akasha for the creation of their kind, is set into motion which sweeps old and new Undead into a Great Gathering to save their kind. This is the first book to deal with the entire tribe of the Undead around the world. This novel contains the first inclusion of the mysterious order of mortal scholars known as the Talamasca, who study the paranormal.

4. The Tale of the Body Thief (1992) - Lestat’s memoir in which he recounts his disastrous encounter with a clever and sinister mortal named Raglan James, a sorcerer experienced in switching bodies - a battle which forces Lestat into closer involvement with his friend, David Talbot, Superior General of the Talamasca, who scholarly members are dedicated to the study of the paranormal. As Lestat realizes the second taste of mortality does not satisfy him, he and David work together to defeat Raglan James and in the process, gain his body back and turn David into one of the many Undead.

5. Memnoch the Devil (1995) - Lestat narrates a personal adventure, this time filled with devastating shocks and mysteries as he confronts a powerful spirit, Memnoch, claiming to be none other than the Devil of Christian lore, the fallen angel himself, who invites Lestat to journey with him to Heaven and Hell, and seeks to enlist Lestat as a helper of the Christian realm. Dragged into his own rendition of the Divine Comedy, he reemerges with a taste of the Christ’s blood and Veronica’s Veil, to which other vampires Mael and Armand surrender themselves to the sun as martyrs to their newfound faith.

6. Pandora (1998) -  Published under the series title “New Tales of the Vampires”, this story is Pandora’s (introduced in TVL & QOTD) autobiographical confession, recounting her life in the ancient Roman Empire during the time of Augustus and Tiberius, including her great and tragic love affair with the vampire Marius and the creating of her two fledglings, the Athenian Flavius and Arjun, an Indian prince of the Chola dynasty. Though it does recount later events, the book is principally focused on Pandora’s first century as a vampire.

7. The Vampire Armand  (1998) - Here, Armand, a profound and enigmatic presence in earlier novels, offers his autobiography to the reader, explaining his long life since the time of the Renaissance when he was kidnapped from the monks in Kiev and trafficked to Venice as a child sex slave, only to be rescued by the ancient and powerful vampire Marius. Yet another kidnapping by the vampire Santino puts Armand in the hands of the cruel and notorious Children of Satan, superstitious vampires who worship the Devil. A story of survival and love, he explains his point of view of meeting Lestat and his fledglings and the comfort founded in his two mortal saviors after his attempted suicide in Memnoch. Though Armand concludes his story in the present time and introduces new characters to the Chronicles, most of the account focuses on his earlier years.

8. Vittorio The Vampire (1999) - One of the “New Tales of the Vampires,” this is the autobiography of Vittorio of Tuscany, who becomes a member of the Undead during the Renaissance who finds a way to survive after the murder of his family by a coven of Undead who hunt him down after making him one of them. This character does not appear anywhere else in the Vampire Chronicles, but he is of the same tribe and does share the same cosmology.

9. Merrick (2000) - Told by David Talbot, this story is centered on Merrick, a Creole woman of colors from an old New Orleans family and a member of the Talamasca, who seeks to become a vampire during the last years before the end of the twentieth century. She uses her powers to put a spell upon both David and Louis, eventually summoning the spirit of the child vampire Claudia for Louis to bring him closure. This is a hybrid novel, involving a glimpse of a few characters from another series of books devoted to the history of the Mayfair witches of New Orleans to whom Merrick is related, but it is principally focuses on Merrick’s involvement with the Undead, including Louis de Pointe du Lac.

10. Blood and Gold (2001) - Another in the series of vampire memoirs, this time written by the ancient Roman Marius (introduced in TVL) who is the caretaker of Armand’s only fledging, the young reporter boy Daniel Molloy from the first novel. He explains much about his two thousand years amongst the Undead and the challenges he faced in protecting the mystery of “Those Who Must Be Kept”, the ancient parents of the tribe, Akasha and Enkil. Marius offers his side of the story of his tumultuous love affairs with Pandora, Armand, the courtesan Bianca Solderini, and his conflicts with other vampires. This novel concludes in the present but is principally focused on the past.

11. Blackwood Farm (2002) - A hybrid novel narrated by Quinn Blackwood recounting his personal history and involvement with the ever present Talamasca, the Undead, and the Mayfair witches of New Orleans, who figure in another book series. It follows the tale of his kidnapping by the cruel hermaphroditic vampire Petronia, his turning, and the haunting spirit of his dead twin brother Goblin. Set in a brief period of time in the early twenty first century.

12. Blood Canticle (2003) - Another hybrid book, narrated by Lestat, recounting his adventures with Quinn Blackwood and with the Mayfair witches. Following the tale of the newly turned Mona Mayfair, the story includes the Mayfair witches enlisting the help of ancient vampires Maharet, Mekare, and Khayman along with Lestat to help their battle against an advanced human species called Taltos. This story focuses on a brief period of time in the twenty first century.

13. Prince Lestat (2014) - The return of Lestat after years of silence. Many voices and points of view reveal the crisis of the worldwide tribe of the Undead. Vampires have been proliferating out of control; burnings have commenced all over the world, huge massacres similar to those carried out by Akasha in The Queen of the Damned… Old vampires, roused from slumber in the Earth, are doing the bidding of a Voice commanding that they indiscriminately burn vampire-mavericks in cities from Paris and Mumbai to Hong Kong, Kyoto, and San Francisco. A regathering of the so-called Coven of the Articulate from which the former novels are penned, along with a new set of supernatural beings meet to discover the source of the Voice, the spirit Amel, the very sacred core of the Undead.