A/N: Here it is, definitely not one of my best but I’m glad I got something out… Just a heads up its kinda fem!dom and very.. hm giver like? which is why im so fckn wet like im 100% giver yall dont even know send help so if you’re more into receiving you’ll probably be disappointed I apologize… I plan to proofread this tomorrow since I know it’s rushed, but yeahh… hope it’s not too shitty
Come away, come away, death,
And in sad cypress let me be laid;
Fly away, fly away breath;
I am slain by a fair cruel maid.
My shroud of white, stuck all with yew,
O, prepare it!
My part of death, no one so true
Did share it.
Not a flower, not a flower sweet
On my black coffin let there be strown;
Not a friend, not a friend greet
My poor corpse, where my bones shall be thrown:
A thousand thousand sighs to save,
Lay me, O, where
Sad true lover never find my grave,
To weep there!
Anonymous: Can you make a chanyeol drabble where a girl comes and flirts with you and he gets jealous, could be any ending (smut or fluff) whatever makes you comfortable 💗💗 thank youuuu
A/N: I made this more of an angsty scenario than a fluffy drabble but I hope you don’t mind :)
Pairing: Chanyeol x Reader x Sulli
Jung Seung Hwan - 너였다면 (If It Is You) //
Sam Kim - Your Song (With Lee Jin Ah, Jung Seung Hwan, Kwon Jin Ah)
You stared at the elongated length of your champagne glass. The dim lights of the hall refracted into various colours of golden and brown inside the glass. Taking another sip you looked around, feeling lonely, feeling left out. Chanyeol stood in the corner amongst a group of boys. He chatted happily, his eyes glowing with excitement. You could only stare at him. He was gorgeous. His brown hair sat on top of his head in swift soft curls. The suit he wore fit his tall frame perfectly. Your eyes fell on his hands, holding his drink. His knuckles were a subtle shade of blush, rendering your brain into a mush of thoughts. Maybe it was you feeling lonely or the agitation of being brought to the party. But you wanted to snatch him away from the crowd. He was yours, not theirs.
As the cold feeling settled in, someone sat next to you. A girl. Dressed in a beautiful short black dress. Her hair rested on her shoulders, ruler lined straight. Her eyes were a dark shade of brown, looking even more fierce in her heavy eyeliner and red lipstick. She was beautiful. And confident, because she resonated self assurance and so did her attitude as she asked the bartender for another drink.
"Hi, I’m Sulli,“ she beamed at you. You weren’t easily swayed by girls. You weren’t interested in girls at all. But just her sitting there ignited an unfamiliar feeling in the pit of your stomach.
"I’m Y/N, nice to meet you,” you replied, ignoring flare inside you.
"I saw you sitting alone and honestly I’m bored out of my mind so I was like wouldn’t hurt to judge everyone together.“ Her voice was gentle and seductive. She smiled brightly at you which made you giggle. Why were you acting this way?
"Yea, I don’t usually go to fancy parties like these,” you said honestly. She nodded in agreement.
"I don’t like going to any either. But when you work for a company you’re forced to attend all of their extravagant parties.“ You both were engaged in a hearty conversation. You forgot about Chanyeol and him being busy and you forgot about how much you hated being here.
"I must say, Chanyeol is one lucky guy. You’re gorgeous,” Sulli complemented. You laughed it off, trying to hide your blush but the rush of heat inside your veins didn’t help. “And very bashful as well, I see.” She was pampering you with complements and you didn’t mind.
Chanyeol’s gaze fell on you, laughing with Sulli and having the time of your life. He was fine with it and relieved as well that you had found someone to spend time with but when he realised who that person was, he was quick to react. Sulli was into girls, everyone knew that. Even the janitor who cleaned their dorms knew that. A passerby would know how Sulli allures women to the bedroom and does god knows what.
He stood behind you, listening to her complementing you and stealing your heart. She could sway the straightest girls just by a single glance, he wasn’t surprised at your shy giggles. But he was jealous.
"Who’s gorgeous?“ He asked with a straight face. Sulli straightened when she looked at him, mischief filling her eyes. She knew what she was doing.
"Your girlfriend, she’s totally my type.” Your cheeks heated up again, as your eyes diverted to your misty glass. Chanyeol saw you modulating into a blushing mess. He didn’t like it.
"Too bad she’s taken.“ His voice was stern. And his face was brick hard as he gentle pulled you by the hands from the chair and took you away from her. Sulli was a bit startled at the sudden act but was quick to shoot you a wink and pick up your frosty glass and take a sip.
"Just what were you doing?” He asked as he exited the hall,
"Making friends,“ you answered. The parking lot was dingy, with the blue lights feebly illuminating the way. You were still in a daze. She was gorgeous and casted a lasting effect on you.
"Making friends or flirting with girls?"
"Well Chanyeol she was the one who talked to me when my boyfriend didn’t even turn to look at me.” You said harshly. How dare he accuse of such a thing when he ignored you all through the night.
"You know how busy these things are.“ He was sweating. Despite the cool air his forehead was covered with small droplets of sweat. He rested his hand on his hips in frustration.
"Well Chanyeol you shouldn’t have brought me here then. You know I don’t like coming to these events because I feel alone. Sulli was the first person to talk to me, should I have been rude and turned her away? Like you? The way you ignored me tonight? Mind you Chanyeol, I actually have morals and I know how to treat people.” You stomped away from him but turned back. He stood there, shocked at your outrage. “And don’t bother taking me home, I’ll take the taxi.” With one swift turn you walked away from him. Your heels clicked against the pavement as you made your way out of the gloomy parking lot.
"Y/N wait!“ He called after you but you were too angry to look back. He finally ran up to you and pulled you by the arm. Your face met his chest as he enclosed his long arms along the width of your waist. "I’m so sorry. I know I shouldn’t have done what I did.” His voice was remorseful. Tears slipped from your eyes as you held him close, not wanting him to see you crying.
"I just felt so alone,“ you weeped. He stroked your hair.
"I’m so sorry. I acted poorly. I should’ve known. It’s just…Sulli was flirting with you and I got jealous.” You pulled away and stared at him. Even against the lustreless lights he looked beautiful. Even more than Sulli. “Did you really think I would let you walk home like that? I’m not that mean.” He chuckled lightly. You hit him softly on the chest and hugged him again. He smelled like mint and musk, the fragrance you adored. “You’re mine okay?” He said. You nodded, wanting to go home. It had been a long night.
Summary: When everything else in your life crumbles away, Jimin is the only thing that remains constant, but you must not, under any circumstances, fall in love with him.
A/N- This fanfic contains themes revolving around death and car crashes, if you’re sensitive to this, please don’t read any further. Thank you x
It was a cold October’s day and a small congregation of people stood outside in a quiet little graveyard.
The graveyard would have been peaceful if not for the sound of the birds chirping in the trees above where you stood, it seemed mocking really. How could they sing so happily given the occasion?
Despite the cold the sun was out, providing a minuscule amount of warmth as you pulled your black coat tighter around your body. You couldn’t listen to what was being said, you were sick of people acting like they knew Jungkook now that he was gone. People who he hadn’t talked to in years were now weeping and acting like they’d been best friends and it made you feel nauseous.
You were the one who had always been with him. Through his sad and happy moments you’d stood by him faithfully. You were the one who wiped his tears when he cried and tried to calm him during his fits of anger. You were the one who had laughed with him and stayed up talking to him until the sun rose. You were the one who received the phone call that terrible evening.
“I’m so sorry miss, but he collided with the van at such an intense speed, he was dead on arrival. There was nothing we could do”
And despite that here you were biting your lip and saying nothing while some guy from his fraternity Jungkook hadn’t spoken to in years talked, acting like they were inseparable.
You knew it was wrong to be so angry. These people just wanted to share their happy memories after all. And besides, you’d been asked to speak at the funeral by his family numerous times but you had always said no. You didn’t trust yourself to speak.
And then the priest was asking his mother to put the first handful of dirt on his coffin. You felt sick rise up in your throat, the acidity of it leaving your insides burning as you quietly slip out of the crowd unnoticed.
The wild uncontrollable spontaneous laugh is more gruesome than any call for tears could hope for. The lack of control smiles once had are now replaced with hysteric giggling and open-mouthed swallowing. A sure sign of the unconscious suicide, drowning oneself in a loss of breathe. But how sadistic could weeping seem if began with the conscious act of doing so? A manipulative game one could play. Or, how about both? Where tears are formed from the travelling spit that was once in the closed mouth of sanity; laughter being the dryless tears of despair. Comedy is the denial of ones feelings, similar to that of not feeling, of not being able to feel when such tragedy and despair is met.
It’s been so long since Soul could hear his own music. Even longer since he cared, after what music did to Wes and his family. But when his childhood friend Maka returns like a tempest to Death City and demands he accompany her in an upcoming competition, Soul must decide whether the pain of reclaiming his sound is worth the rush of playing with her again. A Your Lie in April AU.
Warnings: Depression, major character death, some gore, some suicidal ideation
Also, huge thanks and love to both of my artists! Holy shit did they outdo themselves. Jo’s digital art pretty much made me weep, and listening to Amber’s voice acting scene was a little like bliss. I could not have wished for better partners, and I’m so glad they both could join me on this crazy journey. Many hugs and yelly tags to each of them.
Darkness coats the inside of his eyes, slithers down his throat, runs tar-like through his veins. He can hear it catching up to him, long, crackling, inexorable footsteps beating a measured counterpoint to his frantic heart. Small hands materialize from the shadows to grope at his face and shove fingers down his throat, choking him with the taste of ash and dust.
Sprint. Jump. Duck. The world is reduced to spurts of action as his thoughts scatter like birds from a field, even as the ear-wrenching sound of squealing wires gets louder behind him. Terror propels him through rotting skeletons and over piles of dead crows, every instinct screaming that if he doesn’t move faster, he’ll meet a fate far worse than death.
He’s always too late.
Bursting from a thicket with bleeding clefs for leaves, Soul runs to the edge of a sheer cliff, small rocks skittering into the inky abyss below. The world goes quiet, the kind of sharp silence after a gunshot, and then he’s being strangled by hands with piano keys for fingers, black sludge leaking through the spaces between them.
“Why?” the voice whispers hoarsely, as it always does. “Why me, but not you?”
Scrabbling in vain against the ivory hands that hold him suspended, Soul cries, “I don’t know! I don’t know, I don’t know, I don’t know!” Despair shoves the terror out of his system and he goes limp in the creature’s grip, will to fight back trickling away at the sudden realization of who it is that hunts him so methodically.
“You abandoned us,” it rasps, carrying Soul to the edge of the cliff.
The world yawns below him as he’s dangled over the cliff face, panic coursing through him while he squirms and twists so he can make one last plea. “I didn’t mean to! Wes, please!”
Maggots skitter through the exposed bones of Wes’s cheeks, empty sockets leering where blue eyes once regarded him so gently. Jutting between the tendons in his neck is a violin bow, the one pictured in the papers on the night he won the Death City Symphony Competition, and Soul has to swallow another sob because that was the photo they used in his obituary, too.
Flies buzz around his face as Wes says, “Sorry isn’t good enough,” and drops him.
All Soul can hear is the low growling roar of a huge waterfall, and suddenly he’s plunged underwater, choking as liquid pours into his lungs. Except it isn’t water, not really, and it’s only with his last bit of consciousness that he realizes he’s swimming in blood as black as the dark side of the moon.
Taking a break in my birthday
celebration (really, it’s just me sitting on my sofa, eating cake) to write
this thing, inspired by Wardruna’s “UruR”. (Loosely translated, the lyrics are: I travelled in my mind/back to the ice that gave birth to me/feel the warmth of the breath that thawed me.)
You have a secret, one you’ve never
known how to tell Sam and Dean, but suddenly they’re faced with it – what will
they do when you attract a monster they’ve never heard of before?
Sam x reader
Please let me know what you think,
and give me a shout if you want on – or off – my tag list.
“We’re awesome!” Dean offered you a
high-five, and you slapped his hand with enthusiasm, relishing in the
electrifying high that came with every successful hunt.
“Oh yes, we are! Tonight we really
deserve an extra bottle of beer.” You took a step towards the car and your leg
wobbled a bit, sending a familiar frost into your toes. Fuck! Not now. Not tonight! You’d planned to take advantage of that
liquid courage and buzzing success to… Well, it didn’t matter now. You would be
incapacitated for the next few days.
Don’t ask about this. I just… I guess I just wanted to write Mercy76? I really don’t know though. Like… it’s just there. It’s slice-of-lice style again. Just Angela trying to get with Jack and Jack being a nice guy. NSFW-ish. Yeah, I don’t really know how to describe it. Maybe you can, if you decide to leave a review.
“Jack,” the brush graced her cheek, leaving a deep red stain where it touched. The color paired nicely with what she was sporting. Today was going to be the day, she told herself. She was ready, confident. Positive she could do this.
“Hmmm?” he didn’t look up from his wall. Tongue out and brows furrowed, he balanced the nail while lightly tapping the hammer against it. Each tck-tck-tck caused her eyes to sag until she was straight-up glaring at him.
“Jack,” her tone a bit more peeved this time. She didn’t go out of her way to partner with Jack for this solo rebuild project in the boonies to be ignored. She came here with one thing in mind-one purpose!
“Hmmmm?” he hummed back, still fixated on the wall.
“Seriously?” she huffed while purposely clicking her heels against the floor. As she made her way to him, clothing started to fall from her form. If he wasn’t going to indulge her as she stripped, she’d strip down to nothing and force his eyes on her.
Nude legs came into his sight. They were one of his weaknesses. Unable to keep his eyes on his work, he peeked over at her legs.
Lent / Ash Wednesday
Sherlock: 243 types of tobacco ash. Deleted!
Sherlock TSoT: I know ash!
Creepy Guy SiB: I know human ash.
ACD: Holmes monograph on the subject of tobacco ash, first mentioned in A Study in Scarlet. Used to solve The Hound of the Baskervilles and The Valley of Fear (arguably the 40th story).
Observe animal behavior…
BBC Sherlock: Sherlock experiments on John in HoB by using idea of an animal that attacks in the lab, and Eurus makes remarks about experimenting on them in TFP. She also calls them pack animals, which could have two connotations: pack animals like wolves or pack animals like elephants. Mycroft refers to them as lab rats. Sherlock and John discuss murderous zoo animal in TLD. Murderous Mary elephant is placed on thelostspecial.com site. The Veiled Lodger has this attack animal concept, and is chronologically the 40th story.
The Adventuresses of Sherlock Holmes (ASH for short), a scion of The Baker Street Irregulars, which was founded by female fans, because BSI did not allow women membership.
“We must certainly lose to them.” -TAB Mycroft (Who Sherlock gives 2 years, 11 months, and 4 days to live at the end of the bet. Oct 2018 from TAB release date?)
Observe the spirit…
Love /AMMO/, Faith (Culverton), Charity? The greatest of these is love, if Sherlock is a resurrection figure. And to have John. Originally, Mary meant love (Egyptian), then sea (Maria or Stella Maris connects it to Venus), then bitterness or wished-for child (Biblical).
Genesis has a creation story that is partially covered in the Hans Christian Anderson fairy tale The Garden Of Paradise. This story also features the East Wind, North Wind, a fairy, water-phobia/a very wet Prince, talk of forests (we know part of Sherlock was filmed in a forest), angels, apples, panes of glass, mirrors, weeping tears of blood, what constitutes sin (desire itself or acting on it), defying death, and the Arctic (Sherlock North).
Matthew 13: 9-16 Jesus and the disciples discuss using parables to teach, but people that do not perceive what they should.
Is he not the celebrated author of The Dynamics of an Asteroid, a book which ascends to such rarefied heights of pure mathematics that it is said that there was no man in the scientific press capable of criticizing it?
— Sherlock Holmes, The Valley of Fear
This topic had been covered by *Newcomb about 20 years before, and it may have been him that inspired the character of Moriarty.
Mary reading Dynamics of Combustion, and 221B is blown up, but the book was written by Sherlock’s mother so in EMP, regular MP or John’s unconscious state, the boys would be unscathed. It represents the love of a true mother, rather than the feeling of AGRA Mary who leaves her child behind and jumps in front of a bullet in T6T.
Observe the sky:
Mid-March, observers equipped with binoculars may attempt to detect the tiny crescent of Venus (love). Telescopes show a large, thin crescent at this point, the image split into the /rainbow / colours by an effect called dispersion.
Currently the Obliquity of the ecliptic is around 23.4°, slightly less (by about 0.013°) than it will have been 100 years ago, when measured by the American astronomer and mathematician *Simon Newcomb. (This means things are off kilter, so consider the camera shifts in TAB and TFP.)