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ellie goulding - burn

He burned with the fire and he burned with the loss and both of them were the kind of burning that leaves scars and scorch-marks, and he burns now but it's different, it's-- it's hands under his clothes and lips on his skin and laughter drowned in each other's mouths and it's-- it's happiness, it's the spark in the darkness and the dawn after the night and the end of the war and he has never wanted anything more than this. It's Ryoga's fingers traced over his scar and his fingers tracing over Ryoga's scar, it's elbows jabbing into him at night and noses knocking together when they kiss, it's Ryoga's voice speaking a name he'd thrown away and bringing it back to life and him along with it.

(it's coming home, after so long thinking he'd never have one again)

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florence & the machine - rabbit heart (raise it up)

Kattobingu, it means never giving up, means never backing down, means never being scared-- or, no, it means carrying on even when you are scared (and he is, he is, without Astral he'll always be that little bit terrified). And Yuuma, well, kattobingu is his thing, it's what he is and what he does and how he got from the boy with two friends and no parents who could barely duel to the boy who saved the world with a duel and has more friends than he could ever have dreamed of.

(but Astral is how he got there too and Astral is the best and the brightest of anyone he's ever met or ever will, so Yuuma holds Kotori's hand and flies with her and all the rest and reaches forward to-- to adventure, to Astral, to kattobingu)

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hands like houses - the definition of not leaving

V finds him out in the storm after his latest fight with Tron, finds him out there with his hair and clothes plastered to his skin, eyes shut to let him lift his face into the downpour, and IV almost laughs when he hears that voice say his name (because of course it's V, of course Tron wouldn't come himself and wouldn't let his precious III out in a storm like this).

"IV," V says again, except that there's a shift in his voice this time and oh, oh, and before IV even really knows what he's doing he has his arms around him, words coming in hitching breaths against his chest (Chris, Chris, Chris, aniki-aniki-aniki) and he never realized, never knew how much he's missed him, how much he wanted his brother instead of what Tron had made him - made them all - into.

(don't leave me, he breathes into Chris' chest, and only the tightening of Chris' arms around him answers him because of course Chris will leave, of course he'll be V again, and IV doesn't want that he wants anything but that but he can't fight it right now, can't do anything more than clutch onto Chris in the cold and the rain and the darkness where it's just them, just for this one shared and muted moment)

#fic #hellshark #keyshipping #vendettashipping #marufujiryoko

♫ !!

laura marling - cross your fingers

One of them is fucked up, or— or both, maybe (like father like son like fucked-up like fuck-up), maybe that’d make more sense, because aren’t they alike, aren’t they the same, except that…

(except that he’s weak, isn’t he, he’s weak because if he weren’t he could have left her during the fire, could have left her like he was supposed to and then he wouldn’t have been— been branded, a cross on his face that isn’t from the fire because maybe if it were it would have stopped burning by now)

(he’ll wring Tron’s neck one day, or maybe just his own)

(he doesn’t really trust Tron to stay dead, if it were his)

#fic #iv #rivalship #suicide mention /

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emmelie de forest - only teardrops

They remember him lying to them (an omission is a lie, they have learned that in their time around humans, and Yuuma omitted and so he lied), remember that one— that one replacing them, remember that one feeling wrong in a way that they hadn’t been able to put a finger on, and yet Yuuma hadn’t seen it, Yuuma had still replaced them. Replaced them and ignored them and when they try to fuse there is whispering in their ears and perhaps it’s that one or perhaps it’s their own but either way he betrayed them he replaced them he lied to them and something snaps.

(they are burning and going out all at once and there is painpainpain and their thoughts are fractured and his body is thick and heavy in their control but he can attack, he can attack and attack if nothing else he can attack)

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bastille - things we lost in the fire

Do you ever think about before, he wants to ask; do you ever wonder— do you ever wish— do you think, if it had never happened, but you can’t ask things like that, or he can’t - they can’t - anyway. Can’t acknowledge what they were, what they could have been, what they’ll never be no matter what they do for Tron because Tron isn’t their father any more than they’re Chris or Thomas or Michael now, none of them are what they were and none of them will ever be those things again.

(all he can do is to press lips to V’s throat because it’s okay, it’s okay, they’re not Chris and Thomas anymore so what’s to stop them; all he can do is move V’s hand, cover the scar with the fingers as if the cold of them will make it stop burning; all he can do is breathe the name-that-isn’t-V’s and turn it into a plea before V can ever tell it was meant for more than that)

#fic #keyshipping #vendettashipping #terrorhall #mermails

Send me a ♫ and I'll put iTunes on shuffle and draw/write something based on the first song that comes up.

#ask meme

zexal or treat!!

Except that then Kaito had kind of looked at Chris when he'd gotten his attention, and the next thing Chris had known he'd been asking if Kaito needed help with any of his work, and Thomas had been laughing off to one side and Chris is an idiot who will probably never get a date in his life.

Particularly not with Kaito Tenjo, he thinks privately to himself, because this is the fifth time in a row that trying to ask Kaito out has ended in a study session, and probably the only thing even keeping Chris from dying of embarrassment is that Thomas only knows about this once.

#zexalloween #fic #vkai #aahes

Zexal or treat~

But he's okay with it, still. Maybe he still gets kind of bothered by people messing with his recipes or suggesting changes that aren't his changes, and maybe he's still full of terrible cooking puns and has yet to work out that comments about making a meal out of his boyfriend are more 'mildly creepy' than cute or romantic, but he kisses with not-enough-tongue and ends up so red he matches Yuuya's hair and, honestly, Yuuya wouldn't change it for the world.

(and, hell, just because the kissing isn't perfect doesn't mean it's not the best kissing Yuuya's had anyway)

#zexalloween #fic #michiyuu #blackthunder chan

i am just going to state for the record that i'm not going to be giving out treats to people whose views make me feel unsafe.

#text

zexal or treat TAKE 2!! sjkdffs

smaller version for treat bags.

#zexalloween #yuuma #terrorhall

runs around the block and comes back to your door hahaha

smaller version for treat bags.

#zexalloween #kaito #marufujiryoko

OvO zexal or treat?? am i doing this right

smaller version for treat bags.

#zexalloween #astral #terrorhall

Zexal or treat! :)

smaller version for treat bags.

#zexalloween #nasch #voicesofchaos

unfinished reworking of an older piece. might revisit it further later.

she is a witch, or so they say. out in the woods in a cottage on her own, and they say she brings forth wishes and dreams for a price.

(perhaps more like nightmares, truly)

in truth, she-- well.

there are worse things to be than a witch.

overthrowing the king is a common dream, when the king is a tyrant.

it's cute, the way they think she wouldn't be the first to slit his throat if she could.

a demon comes to her, knives on his tongue and ice in his heart. he will rule, he says, only--

only he needs her help, of course. isn't she the witch, doesn't she deal in impossible dreams?

something like that, she tells him, and draws him to her to take her payment in something more tangible; in the heat of pressed-together bodies instead of the airy whisper of wishes and dreams.

and then she sends him packing, ice on his tongue and a knife in his heart.

(real witches pay grandly for demons' blood, you know)

#fic #*original #togau

trick or treeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeeat •o•