I figured it's about time I made the introductory post so hi! My name is Mia. This is my side blog dedicated to all things bandom and music (personal blog is @miamore0570 ). Motionless in White, Bad Omens, and Bring Me the Horizon are the main bands I will be posting about. This blog is a no hate zone, if you don't like the content just keep scrolling please
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Cyberhex- In a world ravaged by the Spores, a team works to find survivors, answers, and a cure.
Burning up- A Vinny x Ricky friends to lovers anon request
I have two ideas for you to write with Chris Motionless. Headcanons or One Shots.
(It's okay if you don't want to)
•Chris helps you to remove your makeup after a long day. (yk, sweeeet)
•Chris takes care of you when you're on your period (you know, fluffy and funny :3)
(Only write it if you want to and have the inspiration, if not, there is no problem, thank you)
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I'm so so sorry this took forever to get to, life has been kicking my ass, but I decided to go the makeup removing blurb route for this one; hope you enjoy! <3
"Baby, stop flinching, you're making it harder to get the eyeshadow off," Chris chuckled, one hand cupping your jaw while the other held a crumpled makeup wipe.
"Then tell me when you're about to wipe it, you keep surprising me!" you laughed and blindly reached to rest your fingers around his wrist. You still had the faint scent of secondhand bar smoke on your hair and the taste of a sweet drink on your tongue. Chris had already removed your heels from your aching feet, amused with the way you practically threw yourself into his arms the second you walked in the door. He had waved to the friend that dropped you off before swiftly carrying you to the bathroom. You weren't drunk, but you were sure as hell tired.
"Okay, fine, I'm switching to your other eye now," he said with a slight shake of his head, though a smile still ghosted his lips. The cold, wet cloth smeared through the colorful dusting on your eyelid and Chris folded it over before repeating the process until he was sure all the makeup was off. "Better?"
Your eyes fluttered open and you straightened your slumped posture. Tilting your head in the mirror, you inspected for any remnants of flaky mascara. Pleased, you hummed and gazed at his reflection in the mirror to find he was already looking at you fondly. "Thank you," you said softly and he bent over to press a kiss to the top of your head, ignoring the frizz in your hair.
Riding Noah while he has you trapped against him and the only thing he has on is his glove 👀
PLEASE UGH the leather would feel so good against your neck and you know he would be making you do all the work while he just sits back against the headboard and watches you smugly. Like- his free hand would either be tight on your hip or resting behind his head, but the one around your neck would be firm so you can't move in any direction except for up and down on his cock.
I have two ideas for you to write with Chris Motionless. Headcanons or One Shots.
(It's okay if you don't want to)
•Chris helps you to remove your makeup after a long day. (yk, sweeeet)
•Chris takes care of you when you're on your period (you know, fluffy and funny :3)
(Only write it if you want to and have the inspiration, if not, there is no problem, thank you)
🖤
I'm so so sorry this took forever to get to, life has been kicking my ass, but I decided to go the makeup removing blurb route for this one; hope you enjoy! <3
"Baby, stop flinching, you're making it harder to get the eyeshadow off," Chris chuckled, one hand cupping your jaw while the other held a crumpled makeup wipe.
"Then tell me when you're about to wipe it, you keep surprising me!" you laughed and blindly reached to rest your fingers around his wrist. You still had the faint scent of secondhand bar smoke on your hair and the taste of a sweet drink on your tongue. Chris had already removed your heels from your aching feet, amused with the way you practically threw yourself into his arms the second you walked in the door. He had waved to the friend that dropped you off before swiftly carrying you to the bathroom. You weren't drunk, but you were sure as hell tired.
"Okay, fine, I'm switching to your other eye now," he said with a slight shake of his head, though a smile still ghosted his lips. The cold, wet cloth smeared through the colorful dusting on your eyelid and Chris folded it over before repeating the process until he was sure all the makeup was off. "Better?"
Your eyes fluttered open and you straightened your slumped posture. Tilting your head in the mirror, you inspected for any remnants of flaky mascara. Pleased, you hummed and gazed at his reflection in the mirror to find he was already looking at you fondly. "Thank you," you said softly and he bent over to press a kiss to the top of your head, ignoring the frizz in your hair.
a little fluffy comforting noah through a thunderstorm thing.
It’s 1am when the heat from the past few sweltering days finally breaks with a flash of lightning that illuminates the sky, and your bedroom. For a second, everything is lit bright and blinding before you’re plunged into darkness once more.
You count the seconds. One… two… thre—
A thunderous roar echoes in the distance, crawling closer, louder than the muffled rumbles that had previously stirred you awake.
A thunderstorm had been looming on the horizon, weather warnings already in place for the day ahead. They never phased you. If anything, you relished them, watching from the window with a thrill curling at the base of your skull with every crack of lightning splitting the sky, followed moments later by the roar of thunder. Sometimes it came loud and deafening, powerful enough to penetrate even closed windows. Other times, it softened into distant rumbles that faded with the passing of a brief storm.
Tonight, it’s the former.
The sound of thunder penetrates louder with your windows left open, and as you turn toward the window from where you lie in bed, listening to the rain striking against the pavement as the heavens finally open, Noah jolts awake beside you at the sudden gunshot-crack of thunder. Unlike you, he isn’t calm when it comes to thunderstorms, and being ripped so suddenly from sleep by one is enough to leave him visibly panicked and disoriented beside you.
Even in the dim illumination cast by the streetlights outside, you can make out the furrow of his brows when you turn to face him. Instinctively, he reaches for you like a safety blanket, your name spilling past his lips in nothing more than a rough croak as he desperately seeks reassurance.
Raising your hands, you cradle his face. “Shh, it’s okay, baby. I’m here. It’s just a little thunder.” Your voice softens as your thumb strokes against his cheek, and he melts into your touch like a cat seeking warmth and affection.
A moment later, your hand slips around to cradle the back of his head, gently guiding him down against your chest while you shift against your already squashed pillows to hold him comfortably.
“I thought this wasn’t until—”
Crack.
Another flash of lightning, followed by a booming roar, cuts him off, and you feel him tremble against you.
“Fuck,” he hisses beneath his breath, burying his face into your chest while your fingers comb soothingly through his hair.
“I guess it came early,” you murmur with a quiet laugh, leaning down to press a kiss to the top of his head.
His fingers curl tightly into the fabric of your shirt, his arms winding around you as though the tighter he holds on, the safer he’ll be.
“It can’t hurt you, baby.”
All you get in response is a grunted acknowledgement that sounds closer to a disbelieving whine, because no matter how many times you’ve reassured him through past storms, it never quite settles the anxiety brewing while he waits for it to pass.
“Why don’t you put on that anime you’ve been watching?” you suggest, taking a different approach, hopeful that a distraction might help and keep him from spiralling into the catastrophising thoughts no doubt brewing in his mind.
“Okay…” Noah murmurs, his voice sounding so small compared to his overbearing size. Even as he shifts to reach for the TV remote he refuses to let go of you, one arm still tightly wrapped around your waist.
Another flash of lightning spills into the room, and Noah immediately tenses beside you. Your touch travels soothingly down his chest as he settles back against you after retrieving the remote.
“Here.” You gently take it from his hand, allowing him to return to his clingy form of self soothing.
The room is soon bathed in the glow of the TV light as you switch it on.
“Which one was it again?”
Opening Netflix, you scroll through the options before moving down to the ‘Continue Watching’ section just as Noah mumbles, “Naruto.”
You could roll your eyes at the amount of times he’s watched it already.
A small grin tugs at the corner of your mouth as you hit play. The screen turns black before the familiar Netflix logo appears on the screen and the signature ta-dum sound suddenly blares through the room, causing Noah to flinch violently against you.
“Oh, baby, did that scare you?” Even though you try to hide it, amusement bleeds into your voice, earning a quiet chuckle from him in return.
“It caught me off guard. It was loud, okay?” he harrumphs, shaking his head before nestling his cheek against your chest again as he settles comfortably into place.
His attention eventually drifts toward the TV, growing quieter as the episode begins, while yours flickers between Noah and the bedroom window.
Outside, the night sky lights up intermittently, cracks of lightning branching across the darkness in jagged lines and fleeting shapes before vanishing just as quickly. At last, the cooling temperature begins to drift through the open window, no longer rendering your fan useless from doing nothing but blowing hot air around the room.
Ever since I learned a few days ago that the song Dark Passenger by Motionless in White was about the TV show Dexter, a Chris Motionless Dexter AU has been eating away at my mind like a brain parasite 😵💫
HOW DID I NOT KNOW THIS?????
I love the idea of this AU but unfortunately I've never seen Dexter so I'm going to pass this idea along to the Dexter expert @high-wire and infect him with this brain worm
🥹🥹 i love you so much!!! thank you for always being such a ray of sunshine on here and always spreading so much love, it doesn't go unnoticed <33
i also want to mention @silent-stories @ciginatree @sorrowsofsilence and @foliosriot 🫶 thank you for everything you take the time to write and share with us!! 💗
