I remembered Travis saying he could imagine Magnus being a Polynesian man so I played around with it and now I like it more than my original headcanon whoops naturally tumblr destroys the quality of the picture. what else is new
Ok, so I looked around tumblr a bit to see what i could find, and with the musics i know myself (so the styles of music i like are heavily represented here), i decided to make a big playlist, along with some piece of lyrics from them, that suit Dark and Anti pretty well in my opinion. Some of them are not there for the lyrics, but of the ambiance of the song, that are Anti/Dark-ish to me.
In bold are the songs that i think are AMAZINGLY ANTI/DARK-ISH like… It’s almost that they were made for them. So here we go!
And do not hesitate to suggest other songs I missed, i may update this post from time to time when i find more songs! :3
Lay with me.
You look like you might need a hug.
Let me wrap my heart around your angry soul and make you feel whole again.
I will intertwine our minds so that I can take you to places that you might’ve never been.
My finger tips will trace your skin, so soft like silk; moisture settling in.
The way my waves clash with your ship, so in sync.
When the hurricane comes, I will make you sink.
The taste that you’ll get from my lips will give you a trip unlike any other drug.
Believe me I know.
It’s what I felt like when I first made love.
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me Keep on dreaming, don’t stop breathing, fight those demons Sell your soul, not your whole self If they see it when you’re sleeping, make them leave it And I can’t even see if it’s all there anymore so
So I found a Daddy who fucked me last week. Tomorrow he’s picking me up all dressed up and taking me on a tour of all the local adult theaters, walking me in on a leash and letting men loose on me for hours.
Ill be hitting four theaters tomorrow and Sunday, staying at each one for two hours each, sucking as mamy cocks as I can and taking as many loads in my hungry pussy as I can in that time. Im hoping to have close to 60 loads of cum inside me over the weekend!
Ill be completely dressed up, stripper heels, fisnets, g-string, tiny skirt, bra, tiny top, collar, wig, makeup. Daddy will be taking pictures and filming all of it. He says hes not letting me leave until im leaking cum out of my holes all over the place. He might even take me to the ghetto and have me walking the streets there looking for Big Black Cocks to earn him some money.
Tomorrow my new life as a total sissy whore starts! Tomorrow I leave the house and go out dressed all weekend as who I really am! Im so excited! Stay tuned for lots of pictures!
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might take my place.
When I wake up I’m afraid, somebody else might end up being me.
» Being me and only me Feeling scared to breathe If you leave me then I’ll be afraid of everything That makes me anxious, gives me patience, calms me down Lets me face this, let me sleep, and when I wake up Let me breathe « ✁ requested by anon
As I watch them, enraptured and
repulsed, I hear his footfalls before I see him. A hearty chuckle
echoes throughout the room, and I feel my skin prickle as he enters
from a door beside the furnace. Behind him trails Doctor Carson, and
the blonde man I glimpsed earlier. Except, in the warm glow of the
fire, I can now see past his straw-yellow hair. Dragging down the
corner of his eye and twisting his flesh into a pinkish snarl is scar
“What’s wrong with his face?” I
hiss, leaning up on my toes to get a better view and also reach
Simon’s ear. He tilts his head towards me to hear.
“Uh…” His expression is taught
and unsure, eyes darting between Negan and the Doctor and – what
was his name – Dwight? “It was punishment.” He says resignedly,
jaw twitching, as if he didn’t want to say so. I keep my gaze trained
on Simon, and grip his wrist. Hard.
“What kind of place is this? Tell me.
His gaze burns into mine and he inhales
through his nose.
“No, you tell me-”
“Savannah, please be quiet.” He
hisses, desperation mounting. I bite my tongue and return to watching
the figures by the furnace.
Negan stops and stands before the
crowd, which slowly sinks onto its knees. My breathing is hard and
ragged, fists clenched at my side, hands still curled around Simon’s
wrist. As the people around us stoop onto their knees, I see Negan’s
black eyes flicker to where I grip his right hand man. “Welcome.”
He booms, cold gaze gripping me like a vice. I stand a little closer
to Simon. “Rise.” He lifts a gloved hand and the workers scuffle
back onto their feet. I continue to glower his way. “Now, I was
hoping that I’d be able to deliver some good fucking news today –
but, sadly, that isn’t the case… No.” Rakes his leather-gloved
fingers through his silver beard and sighs deeply. I can’t tell if
he’s watching me or Simon through the reflection of the yawning fire
captured in his eyes. “As you all are aware, I’ve lost something
very dear to me. A super hot girl – and why? Because she ran away.”
He dips his hand into the pocket of his pants and withdraws a
folded-up note and holds it several inches from Doctor Carson’s face.
“How did she do that, you might be wondering? You see, I was
thinking the exact same thing only the other night when Dwight came
to visit me.” Negan is almost toe to toe with the Doctor, who
trembles like a lamb before him. “Usually I wouldn’t open my door
to Dwighty-boy after hours – not when I could be screwing one of my
wives, hell, maybe even two of ‘em – but he gave me a compelling
piece of evidence. You see, someone opened the door and let my
fucking puppy out.”