echoing soul

“I know you want to make things right. When I’m scared your instincts kick in to protect me. I see that, I understand it. You’ve seen me fall so many times it scares you. Guide me and we’ll make new memories. I want to know what it’s like to be the hero.”

Kai slid his arms up loose around Drake’s neck, touching their foreheads together. The slow burn flickered into a flame. His mind filled with lust despite his logical words and his body betrayed him as it always did. Always wanting, always needing, the only way he could ever express himself. Closing his eyes he told himself to relax. He would say what he wanted when the time was right. 

Drake’s arms wrapped firmly around his waist pulling him in. His hands resting on the small of his back with just enough pressure, not forceful, but Kai wasn’t going anywhere. Drake was his expert at ‘just enough’. Kai’s chest tightened

They swayed with the tropical ocean breeze and the sound of the waves as they crashed into the shore.

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I miss you more on rainy days. Drops echoing inside my empty soul. I never realize exactly how lonely I am until the rain begins to fall. Cloudy, dark skies reminding me exactly how my life is without you. I wish you were here- to fall asleep to the sound of pouring rain together.

Pairing: Jasper Cullen x Reader

Characters: Jasper, the Cullens

Warnings: Angst, May Trigger Unwanted Depressed Thoughts!

Word Count: 690

Note: I hope this requested one-shot/imagine is as lovely and beautiful as the person who asked for it. And let’s be honest everyone, Jasper would have been the ideal boyfriend/mate had he been real.

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The very moment I had collapsed upon Alice’s Chesterfield sofa, all I had done  was stare out at the autumn sky as it seemed quite dark and vengeful while angry clouds coiled within as they race across the grey heavens. The winds picked up in a frenzy and the thunder echoed while clouds began to collide with one another. And not too soon, the harmonic thrumming of the sudden raindrops fill my ears.

The sky seemed as depressed as I had been today, it seemed to be my only companion, who weeped as I began to do so. It was difficult to specifically pinpoint as to what had caused me to feel this way. Continuously, I had searched my heart and asked myself what or how I had began to feel this way. Frantically, after thinking about the numerous, unsatisfying possibilities, I grew irritated with myself as I run my fingers through my hair. 

My body betrayed me as my palms began to get clammy yet I felt as if I was bathing in ice cold water. Every cell in my body was tingling in pain while my heart beat so hard within my chest, it almost felt like painful waves thrashing up against the walls of my ribcage. 

These dreaded feelings I had never wished for were like a vicious, exhausting cycle of burning hell, especially when I couldn’t control the overwhelming, sickening anxieties. All this crying, overthinking, the constant feeling of being pulled into a dark abyss, the suicidal thoughts - it was a draining feeling that makes me wonder if this life I was living is worth living at all.

All the sudden, I feel my phone vibrate in my pocket as it startles me. I wipe the fresh tears away with the back of my hand and reach for my phone. Instantly, I roll my eyes as I see that the new text message had been sent from my mom asking me where I was…

I didn’t bother replying, in fact I hadn’t even returned home from school today and now, it had been late in the afternoon. The reason for that was not because I didn’t want to be with my family but because I needed to be alone, at peace, where there wouldn’t be vexing comments about my facial appearance, like, ‘Turn that frown upside down, (Y/N), even Mona Lisa looks happier than you do.’

In all sincerity, by now, this monstrous episode of depression would have since faded. But I felt as if my torn soul echoed with powerful melancholies. And so, everything around me only continued to become blurry as an annoying, low buzzing rang in my ears. 

The uncontrollable noise only made me want to yell in frustration as I sink into my feet and slowly crawl over to my school bag. With trembling hands and tearful eyes, I reach for the inner pocket to pull out the pills that had been prescribed for my anxiety. 

The doctor had advised that I not take anymore than one pill as the drug was quite strong and overdosing would pronounce serious, long-term issues. As of this moment, it seemed to be the only way for me as I forced the cap to open and poured the pills on my palm, ready to swallow them.

Suddenly, the pills were knocked out of my hands as they scattered across the floor of the bedroom. And before I could reach for them and yell at the person, two cool yet soothing hands rest upon my cheeks. “(Y/N),” Jasper’s velvety voice whispered as I gasp when I look to him. 

A sudden wave of calm slowly washes over me and my heartbeat gradually returns to normal as I stare at Jasper’s serene, golden eyes. As he pulls me to his chest, instinctively, I wrap my arms around him, breathing in his hypnotizing scent.

As we remain in this comfortable position, Jasper lulls me with his sweet words, “Listen to me, doll. None of this is your fault and no matter what happens, I will keep you safe. I will always make sure of it, sugar.”

the crossroads have seen too many girls
willing to sell their souls
for a beauty that already belonged to them.

a liminal space
where boundaries thin like wisps of smoke
in early dawn light.

but there is beauty in this too, soft pastel colours,
a quiet empty echo of laughter and then darkness,
encompassing and heavy, pressing into lungs
but still radiant somehow.

for now demons count souls
like dollar bills held close to devil red chests, smiles curling
because they think that they’ve won.

but one day those girls will see past black ringed promises
bartered at an intersection of road,
down to the skin that was already perfect
and that quiet empty echo of a soul that had been perfect too.

hell will see.
the four horsemen are nothing
compared to an army of girls ready to reclaim what is theirs.

l.s. | LIMINAL SPACE © 2017 

Blare Of The Beasts

                                                   -Shikha Singh

Even the soothing echo of rain

Couldn’t calm these dreadful thoughts

Instilled in my subconscious

By horrific dreams

Which never seem to stop


Even my mother’s melodious voice

Humming to me a lullaby so sweet

Remains powerless against those

Howling noises

Which I can not defeat


Even the music of rushing winds

Couldn’t hush me back to ease

Held captive forever by these


Which never let me sleep


Even the crickets at night

And their lovely soulful croon

Fell silent to those

Screaming beasts

Which thrum their nasty tunes


Yuuri has always had a nice voice.

It wasn’t something that Viktor would mention constantly, but it was something that nearly shook him to his very core. During a rainy evening, when both of them were flopped over on their King Sized Bed and his face was buried in Yuuri’s collarbone, the sweet whispers of a lost Japanese song danced with the tinkling of the rain.

Cutesy metaphors aside, Viktor pleads asks if Yuuri could do it again.

“Do what?” Yuuri asks with a cute little eyebrow quirk. Viktor pouts and smudges his fiancee’s squishy face as he exclaims you know what. And Yuuri belts out every word from Bohemian Rhapsody with a crystal clear voice.

Viktor is very, very, much in love.

And Viktor would be in awe, even as the years go by, even as the gold medals get strewn around their necks repeatedly. He’d never fail to sigh at Yuuri’s voice, whether he was singing something straight out of a John Green book or something that could rival Roxxxy’s Read U Wrote U verse.

“The day we met,

Frozen, I held my breath.

Right from the start, I knew that I found a home for my heart.”

And god, it’s been years and now Yuuri is finally standing across from him right in front of the altar, where they’ve been waiting, preparing, to be. Yuuri was wearing that tuxedo Viktor picked out himself because no husband of mine will be wearing anything that’s not remotely bougie. 

But Yuuri was saying his vows and Viktor was trying really hard not to break down and cry, right then and there, when Chris bet him his Chanel glasses whether Viktor would turn into a sputtering mess or not on his wedding day. Viktor knew he could fail miserably, but the glasses were diamond crested- 

Until Yuuri, by the end of his speech, starts singing and the piano by the back accompanies him, Viktor unravels into the hot mess that he is.

Fuck those Chanel glasses.

Yuuri doesn’t take his brown eyes off him, tints of foundation and eyeliner tracing his skin, hair gel slicking his silky locks back and how dare they think Yuuri wouldn’t be anything more beautiful than who he already is. Yuuri’s sweet voice echoes from his soul, out his mouth, through the microphone and stabbing Viktor straight in the heart and goddamn it-

Viktor doesn’t fucking wait for the priest to drone on about some ‘you’re now pronounced as husbands’ or some shit like that. He tackles Yuuri, then and there.


My piece for the Fire Emblem Echoes / Persona 5 crossover project that I’m hosting on my main blog! Click for a better resolution.

PhantomThief!Saber’s Code name is ‘Savior‘ and his Persona Achaiah is focused on almighty and physical damage. Swords and Shield of Achaiah are symbolizing Saber’s strength, while the angel wings stand both for being a guardian (protection), as well as freedom.

He smelled bacon. His grumpy Old Man made him breakfast. He stretched underneath the cool linen sheets. 

Drake brought in a tray of pancakes, nearly crisp bacon, and coffee for Kai and a glass of orange juice for himself. He sat on the side of the bed while he ate. 

Kai hassled him about not eating and Drake took the time to explain. As long as they were here and not doing anything strenuous he didn’t need near as much energy. Eating was a convenience, not a necessity. He was born this way taking after his Father. They had natural stores of energy, stronger on the Zen side, and everything was stronger here. 

“What you did last night, is that related to it?” He folded over a piece of bacon and ran it through the syrup on his plate, shoveling it quickly to his mouth.

“I’m learning I can do things, too. Apparently one is to pass energy to you. I’ve always had higher reserves, but since we became Mimageshin I’ve noticed more energy than normal” Drake frowned, moving the napkin over the sheet.

“Really? I thought the Syb side would have all the energy because of their magic.“ Kai sipped his coffee, setting it back on the nightstand.

“Ok, quick Ethosari History one-oh-one.”

“First, you have to remember this was several thousand years ago in a galaxy far, far away, totally different plane, et cetera, et cetera.” Drake tried to smile but it didn’t quite reach his eyes. 

“The Sybatines were a prolific race of hedonistic, manipulative, shape-shifting, life-sucking thieves. The Zenostians were a race who naturally drew in energy. They were logical, scientific, brainiacs…except for the protective dragon part, you’d have fit right in.” 

Kai squinted at him which made Drake chuckle in return. 

“Anyway, the big thing was Zens were also immortal. During their final war, the Sybs tricked the Zens, draining their life energy. The Zens built traps to kill the Sybs and they could reabsorb the energy, but the souls of the Zens inside the energy were lost…”

“So whatever the Sybs were looking for they didn’t get otherwise they’d not have committed to creating the Ethosari race.” Kai stuffed the last bite of pancakes in his mouth. 

“There weren’t that many of either race left when they came to their senses. Ethosari inherited their traits, some more than most, so the Firsts weren’t exactly balanced.” 

“Ravenna got more Syb… I guess that makes her perfect for being the Keeper.” Kai drank his coffee.

“Except for her being immortal she’s a Syb, an opportunistic leech.” He didn’t hide the disgust he had for his mother.

"It seems you got the positive traits of both, your Dragon is strong.”

Drake viewed him sharply. "Dragons are violent and deadly. That’s what makes them excellent Guardians. But they must be controlled. My Father made certain I was disciplined because I was born to be who I am. As you’ve seen, even I can fuck up.” He finished the last of his juice and took Kai’s tray setting it on the night stand. 

“Drake, you’re the second generation removed from them, yet you talk like you’re taking sides against yourself…” Kai met his eyes, “You’re always fighting aren’t you?” 

He didn’t say anything, just a soft smile as if he’d been caught. He picked up Kai’s tray setting it on the night stand. 

“I have things I need to do today, but I need to talk to you about them first.” He got back on the bed straddling Kai, leaned in for a kiss then rolled over on his side next to him. 

They talked about him going to visit with his father for a little while. Since his decision to take a Sabbatical, the discussion of encouraging him to visit Appaloosa Plains came up again. Drake commented his father may want them present when he spoke to his mother. He wasn’t positive, but it seemed likely he’d ask. Kai agreed, he enjoyed being around Tsotinu and admitted seeing Ravenna get what she deserved would be a bonus after all this time. 

Drake was pleasantly surprised by Kai’s answers, and told him so. Kai gave him a glorious smile guaranteed to bring Drake to his knees… and did. Afterwards as they lay in bed Drake asked if he had any ideas what he wanted to do for the evening. Kai answered he only wanted to be alone with him. No interruptions. He wanted to be somewhere else with a different view where they could talk.  

After cleaning the dishes Drake left promising not to be gone any longer than necessary.  

Programming the music for classical, Kai spent his alone time painting. By the time Rachmaninoff’s Rhapsody On A Theme Of Paganini, was over and the next piece had begun he was completely lost within the canvas.  

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Sins of the Father: Serpent and the Dove

Pairing: Finn Bálor x Reader

Word Count: 1048

Warnings (potential triggers): Blood, violence, blasphemy, desecration of sacred objects, sacrilege, non-con, horror elements (no squinting required)

A/N: Hello hello! Apologies for the late arrival. However, this was a tough one to nail down. Wasn’t quite as violent, but our favorite demon really wasn’t trying to make a mess. But um, just the same…apologies in advance.

Hope you enjoy. ;)

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