without its lullabies

[sightburdened]

I can make myself look, but the thinking is shutting down.

𝐖𝐞𝐥𝐥 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐡, 𝐈 𝐬𝐩𝐢𝐭 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐝 𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧 𝐈 𝐰𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐮𝐩 / 𝐒𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞𝐥𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐞𝐝, 𝐜𝐡𝐨𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐮𝐩 𝐛𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐧 𝐦𝐚𝐭𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐦𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐮𝐩 / 𝐉𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐝𝐚𝐲𝐬 𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐦𝐚𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐫𝐚𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐞𝐧𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐈'𝐦 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐦𝐞𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐮𝐩 / 𝐑𝐨𝐨𝐦 𝐟𝐞𝐞𝐥𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐞𝐞𝐳𝐞𝐫, 𝐈 𝐝𝐚𝐧𝐠𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐢𝐭 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐜𝐨𝐥𝐝 𝐜𝐮𝐭𝐬 / 𝐌𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐜𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐞𝐝 𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞𝐬 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐩𝐞𝐨𝐩𝐥𝐞 𝐈 𝐣𝐮𝐬𝐭 𝐝𝐨𝐧'𝐭 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐬𝐭 / 𝐌𝐢𝐫𝐫𝐨𝐫 𝐭𝐚𝐥𝐤, 𝐟𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞 / 𝐁𝐮𝐭 𝐈'𝐥𝐥 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐟𝐥𝐞𝐬𝐡 / 𝐁𝐞𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞 𝐚 𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐜𝐞 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐲 𝐩𝐚𝐲𝐬𝐭𝐮𝐛.

#SIGHTBURDENED

𝐀𝐧 𝐮𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐨𝐟 𝐍𝐁𝐂 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐧𝐢𝐛𝐚𝐥'𝐬 𝐖𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐑𝐞𝐝 𝐃𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐨𝐧 𝐛𝐲 𝐓𝐡𝐨𝐦𝐚𝐬 𝐇𝐚𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐬 𝐢𝐧𝐟𝐥𝐮𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐚𝐭𝐮𝐫𝐞 / 𝐠𝐫𝐚𝐩𝐡𝐢𝐜 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐦𝐞𝐬. 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐬𝐡𝐢𝐩 / 𝐌𝐮𝐥𝐭𝐢-𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐬𝐞. 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫𝐬 𝐃𝐍𝐈.

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𝐑𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐥𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐛𝐞𝐥𝐨𝐰.

(𝐀𝐬 𝐜𝐨𝐩𝐢𝐞𝐝 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞𝐝 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 𝐦𝐲 𝐫𝐮𝐥𝐞𝐬 𝐭𝐚𝐛 𝐨𝐧 𝐦𝐲 𝐛𝐥𝐨𝐠).

It's good to meet you, I go by Belle. She / Her / 30's. Before you is a writing / roleplay blog for the character of Will Graham, as understood by both NBC canon as well as, Thomas Harris' Red Dragon. My portrayal shall feature both NBC canon as well as, book canon, with slight deviations as I deem fit. Multiple verses, as well as alternate concepts of canon, are highly encouraged with me, and I'll be exploring many ideas here.

I work full-time and as consequence, I won't be around too often, but I'm always thinking of this character. He means a great deal to me, along with the NBC Hannibal show as a whole. For mutuals, I will be available for tumblr's instant messaging system and, potentially, my discord handle, which I will not be revealing publicly.

Now, because this character means a lot to me, this is a no toleration place for any sort of hate on Will Graham or the show as a whole. I don't like it, it makes me uncomfortable, and if you don't care for the character, I encourage you not to follow me. I also don't care for call-out posts or any hint of drama -- this is a safe space for me, and it will remain as such.

This blog will explore macabre themes that touch on crime scenes, violence, manipulation, and all manner of themes centered around NBC Hannibal as well as, mental health. Minors DNI. I will be tagging everything appropriately with tw: in case you need something blocked. I will be writing detailed scenes involving Will Graham's gift of "imagination" / the "price of imagination" as well as, sexual content erotica, which will always be tagged, under a cut, and / or hinted at. I am also completely fine with Hannigram / writing Hannigram, so long as I know the writer very well. I am multi-ship / multi-verse.

The graphics on this blog, including icons, my promo, my background, were made by me, but the theme's code was made by agirlingrey.

[sightburdened]

I’m incredibly exhausted after having barely slept in a few weeks, so I’m definitely going to take it easy and focus on re-regulating my nervous system. I’ll be on disco (bloomingback) to talk and plot and have fun however!

[sightburdened]

Supplement: this still stands. I’m also enduring massive chronic pain + a family thing that has me in a tizzy so, I’m on discord only for a little while until this passes. I regularly plot / role-play on there! bloomingback is my handle!

[sightburdened]

I’m incredibly exhausted after having barely slept in a few weeks, so I’m definitely going to take it easy and focus on re-regulating my nervous system. I’ll be on disco (bloomingback) to talk and plot and have fun however!

[zachrp]

ᝰ🚬 𝚉𝙰𝙲𝙷𝚁𝙿 .ᐟ HOWL'S MOVING CASTLE (2004) PROMPTS. CHANGE ANY PRONOUNS IF NECESSARY. SOME MATURE THEMES MAY BE PRESENT.

demons don't make promises.

we just closed the shop.

ok. i'll be right there.

i hate fish.

you bugs better run before i bite your heads off!

i'm ready.

you've done enough work.

i know how to help you now.

just shut up.

i can't live like this.

as soon as this war is over, i shall return.

wait a second, you're all gonna eat while i do all the work?

i'm fatter than ever, yet the wind blows right through me.

it's gorgeous!

i'll look forward to your return, big boy.

don't come in here.

i'm sick of being treated like some timid little old lady.

i feel terrible, like there's a weight on my chest.

you see? your moustache scares all the girls.

i brought you some warm milk. want a sip?

do you know how hard it is to do things when you're old?

i can't believe it's come to this.

i've never once been beautiful in my entire life!

tell me what's happening.

hey, i'm over here.

i was in big trouble back there.

i'd appreciate it if you didn't torment my friend.

are you hurt?

i actually like living here.

i've got a bad cold, i don't want you to catch it.

i'm sure you have some kind of spell on you.

i want to know what you want.

can you lead me to him?

i'm afraid you will have to leave now.

that is not what i meant when i asked for a place to stay.

now whatever you do, don't look down.

how did you get to be so kind?

i never should have let her in here.

all our fish were caught fresh this morning.

don't worry. he only preys on pretty girls.

i'm just setting things up so that all of you can live a comfortable life.

i see no point in living if i can't be beautiful.

you're so eloquent today.

be gentle with me, please.

that's so strange.

what possessed you to let them in the house?

if you'd like to do me one more favor...

thank goodness you're here!

you girls are so mean.

i have this weird feeling that you're going to leave.

you ok? i mean, you smell terrible.

don't hold it against them, they're actually not all that bad.

some big help you're gonna be.

you live around here?

don't worry, i can cook.

i can't stand how scared i am.

i searched everywhere for you!

oh, no, i'm not lost.

i just need a glass of water.

you promise to help me if i help you?

leave me alone.

no, he's fine. he's just throwing a tantrum.

you'll forgive me, won't you?

that's good to know.

i know where i am.

i can't remember the last time we had a real breakfast.

i am strictly forbidden to offer such assistance.

what time do you get off?

so, you are going away?

my own kind attacked me today.

he's acting like a big baby.

i can't do this.

we have to try something.

you should go home anyway and tell your king to stop this dumb war.

i can't do it by myself.

let's get a better look.

hey, don't worry. the ring that i gave you will guide you back home.

i've never seen the ocean before! it's beautiful!

it's not funny.

go away! quit following me!

i've had enough of this place!

you've been sighing all day.

here. want some more?

strapping, young men are so difficult to deal with.

you get back here right now!

sometimes he likes to go away for days on end.

i love you. you have to stay.

do i look ok?

need anything else?

i can be of help to you.

you're gonna have a very hard time getting rid of that one.

someone's got a fire going.

i feel so at home.

you are so lucky.

are you in pain?

you were alone?

i was so thrilled to have finally found someone talented enough to replace me.

i have to rest a bit.

are we going for a stroll?

i did what i was told.

i'm not trying to outwit you.

don't you love early morning markets?

i'll stand guard out front.

wait, you can't come up here!

too bad i'm not younger, or i'd lend you a hand.

we can do this, just act natural.

have you ever been in love before?

do you have a kettle?

only idiots believe what they read in the paper.

i've never seen it so close!

it's time to put an end to this idiotic war.

just go inside, go to bed.

he doesn't need your help.

i barely recognize the place.

now i'm too scared to go out!

gross. i feel sick.

didn't i teach you better?

you really want it that badly?

i'm too old to be treated like this!

i don't care if you're a monster.

you must be tired.

hey. looks like a little mouse lost its way.

what a handsome man.

i kind of missed you guys.

it's your life, do something for yourself for once, will you?

do you really want to spend the rest of your life in that hat shop?

what? i can't fly,

thought i'd drop by rather than sit through a dull war meeting.

you're beautiful!

now i'm repulsive.

i could have sworn i locked that door.

what a tacky shop.

i'm afraid the king would find him completely useless.

you are a natural.

i hate potatoes.

i love it when you talk like that.

there's no need to thank me, you don't owe me a thing.

curses are tough.

are you crazy? i can't move

you're killing yourself.

i told you it would collapse.

what a dump.

it looks like your true love is in love with someone else.

how would you like a bucket of cold water in your face?

what do you think?

maybe there's a cabin nearby.

don't look at me.

what if i dump a bucket of water on you?

who are your guests?

let's go, girls.

i think you and i need to have a nice, long, heart-to-heart chat.

you're by far the tackiest thing here.

quit bothering me, i've got a job to do.

i didn't mean to make you wait this long.

it wasn't a dream.

come on in, it's time to eat!

look what you've done to my hair!

you've got quite a nasty spell on you too.

he's gone.

pay up.

there you are, sweetheart. sorry i'm late.

i don't know what's gonna happen, but i'm sure it won't be good.

i'm not taking any orders from you.

i'm gonna take good care of you.

i'd never seen such a gifted student.

are you listening?

i'm tired. make some hot water for my bath.

i am very sorry to hear that.

this charm will guarantee your safe return.

he's such a lazy son,

i'm sick of being stuck out here

it always looks like that.

don't you want to have some bacon and eggs?

what's going on?

what on earth were you up to?

all right. i better get going then.

are you kidding?

it seems everyone in this family's got problems.

how old are you, anyway?

i specifically ordered you not to get carried away!

i've always hated turnips, ever since i was little.

nobody wants to go to war.

she's even cuter when she's scared.

i need some breakfast.

why don't you just give up?

i spent a lot of time here by myself when i was young.

when i think castle, this is not what i picture.

of course he did. he was trying to steal your heart!

i bet he's some kind of demon.

it looks like it's gonna rain.

do you have to keep smoking that?

so. we've got a lot of work to do.

you'd be good at it.

wait for me!

i was looking everywhere for you.

that's my girl.

you need to be more careful.

why did you make me come here if you were coming yourself?

why don't you come out with us this time?

that boy is extremely dangerous.

don't get alarmed, but i'm being followed.

give him a piece of your mind.

i would never work for that witch!

i'm just going to the bakery.

i hope you and your new husband will be very happy.

you look so much older.

if you're a demon, how do i know i can trust you?

i just wanted to make sure that you were doing ok.

that was the most fun i've had in ages.

i got you some new clothes too, but you can open them later.

i missed you.

where are you going?

it's a trap.

if i ever get my hands on that witch, i'm going to wring her fat neck!

where to? i'll be your escort this evening.

i'll just stay in bed all day, so you go on.

you're gonna be fine.

we've got a good lead now.

what did you do?

do you really think i'd let a witch in here?

it's a present for you.

you're being so obedient.

i'm so sorry, but that would be confidential information.

well, the nice thing about being old is you've got nothing much to lose.

what will happen to you?

i better finish this, you go and have fun.

just keep following that light and you should be there before dark.

you're scaring me.

you're in love.

that was really kind.

i had him escort you here.

come on! you should feel sorry for me!

he was so kind to me.

told you we should've stayed put.

i better be going.

he must have been a wizard then.

looks like we have yet another addition to the family.

he's my errand dog.

she keeps staring at me, it's freaking me out.

don't give me that.

it's dangerous out there.

that is one bad curse.

did you hear what happened to that girl?

you obviously don't know what these people are like.

i'm getting angry.

what on earth happened to you?

so then, how are you feeling?

i should really get back to work.

you couldn't think of something a bit more useful?

[sightburdened]

𝐢𝐧 𝐚 𝐜𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐝 𝐨𝐟 𝐦𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐢𝐨𝐧𝐬, 𝐈 𝐬𝐞𝐞 𝐲𝐨𝐮 - @deathcreate

This, he thought as he kept one arm out, his eyes focused on the ground as he walked ahead, dead ahead, the stink of drugs and booze and too many bodies mingling, was going to be a very difficult night. There were too many smart phones, too much noise, too much desire for the latest and greatest scandal that this would fall under, not as a headline, but mingling into background noise.

The vampire Lestat, of the band by the same name, had fallen to his knees on stage. He was watching behind the scenes as always, his eyes focused, his ear plugs in (it got too loud for him, these were a gift from his boss, the one who had fallen to his knees when the guitarist failed to pick up his tambourine) and he saw fangs, fear, fury.

He’d never seen Lestat like this, drowning in the noise of it all. This wasn’t him — this wasn’t like him. Then again, anything could happen.

“I’m just going to get you to your dressing room.” He’s pushing past people, one of the ear plugs popped out, he lost it in the melee. Someone grabbed his arm and he reeled back, and whatever expression was on his face made them drop his arm.

“I’ve got you. I’ve got you.” His hand’s been on Lestat’s waist the whole time. Someone called him lucky — lucky him, lucky him, lucky him! — but all he did was keep walking, the rockstar in tow.

He could hate him later, fire him, but there was something wrong that happened on stage, and he knew Lestat needed to be alone. Wasn’t that his entire job? Protecting him?

[sightburdened]

I’ll be here as this flare up lessens, as it always does. I’ll be relatively slow, but delighted for your company. I actively plot / write on there too, and let me tell you, I write a lot of people.

[sightburdened]

It’s really sad to me how I just got back, but my chronic hand pain told me: you’re having fun again? Cool! Time to do that again.

So, I’ll be here but very intermittently and mostly on disco. I’m deeply saddened by this, so I need to have some time to process that this might just be my life.

I’ll be here! I just need a rest or something.

[sightburdened]

Will Graham is not straight, not at all. His preference borders on getting to know the individual first, but he’s pretty bisexual / pansexual with a keen desire to know the person first.

As an addendum, he’s either “I’m not interested in sex” until suddenly “oh, I am” and he’s sliding his hands up his partner’s back, putting his mouth all over them / listening to what they want.

He is by no means chaste or submissive. When that appetite happens, it happens and he won’t stop until his partner is completely satisfied.

[sightburdened]

"I love that you don't feel the need to hold back." Long fingers slowly map the indented bruises on his own hips, the lovebites left behind, the red-raw scratches up and down his thighs; so bright against perfect, alabaster skin.

And Lestat sighs, content, as he rolls over, a blissful expression softly gracing his features in the glow of the fireplace. Hair of flaxen gold falls into his eyes as he elevates his head on one palm, but the vampire doesn't care as full lips find Will's exposed shoulder bearing its own marks from their lovemaking.

The rug beneath them is in disarray as Lestat looks over his work carefully, one corner rucks up while another lies dangerously close to the crackling embers. "I, however, probably should have done." Deep punctures scatter across Will's chest, neck and collarbones but very little blood-letting occurred - that much Lestat knows. "You look like a blood bank after Mardi Gras."

call my name, cause I wanna come out / @deathcreate

They’d never talked about it. They’d never talked about time and place when it came to something like sex. They’d laid in bed together, and on nights after his re-entering the bureau as a specialist, Lestat saw his dissolving sanity. He’d been invited to the table and he was picking at his dinner, he couldn’t digest everything that was being offered to him. He couldn’t stomach the photos, the crime scenes, until, inevitably, he did. He adapted, and it was as everyone says (“a tremendous amount of fear…pure empathy…he makes leaps no one can explain…”) but, it also wasn’t.

Some part of him knows there’s a darkness flickering on the edge of his clean-cut life, there’s a moment when the knife in his hand could slip between someone’s ribs. There’s times where he’s certain the crime scene he walks with the yellow tape and the procedures that come with it are his doing. There’s times where he’s so sure that a manhunt will be involved, with his name attached.

It never does. It never does, and he also doesn’t want reassurance that it won’t. He just wants to be himself, and in being himself, he found who he found.

A neighbor. A companion, to invite over once a week, then twice…three times became four became infinite, and soon, they would lose themselves in just kissing in the doorway of his home. His dogs would sometimes whine his way and break them apart, and finally, Lestat just began staying over.

Sex, however, they never talked about. Not like that. Not like this. This just happened, much like the way a vicious frost takes over Wolf Trap in the winters and freezes everything over: it’s natural. Natural in the way the leaves bend inwards to shield themselves from the wind, natural in the way that baby rabbits look like stones and stay stock-still so no humans come their way.

This had been a welcome shock, when the clothes fell off. His fingernails had marked up Lestat’s body in a way that he never expected them to, but the vampire had delighted in the aftermath.

“Oh,” he says, He looked down at his chest and he felt the marks all over his collarbone, his neck, his skin. “I don’t mind. I don’t feel any of the pain really, I don’t know why.”

He moves over, his hand sliding over Lestat’s jaw. “Are you okay? You look worse than I do…” and he realizes then, what he just said, and he’s laughing in that soft, breathy way that happens after too-little sleep. “Of course, you’re okay. I’m just checking in. I never want to do anything that you don’t want.”

He leans forward and captures Lestat’s mouth in a kiss, they’re breathing together the way that beasts do, in the midst of their great hibernation in a dark forest somewhere.

Hibernation with Lestat sounded perfect.

“Are you hungry? Do you want…” and he extends his neck the way a prey animal does who understands their time is up, there’s no fight in him. Not anymore, not right now.

“Sun’s coming up soon. You need to go back soon. But, I…want to come back with you, if that’s okay. I don’t want to leave you tonight.”

He’s not this way. He’s normally not this way. He doesn’t know what came over him.

Lestat de Lioncourt, that’s who.

His stomach twists with what he understands are nerves, this is the flutter in his pulse that happens sometimes, when it comes to Lestat. “I can’t hold back anymore. Not with you. I can’t think of a scenario where I would.”

[sightburdened]

❝ Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way. ❞

HOZIER ASK MEMES - ACCEPTING / @punchedharder

He’d grown up blue collar. Wake up early, have coffee and a quick breakfast, before driving to wherever people needed you most. There was work as long as there was something to be fixed, there was always something for the hands to do, lest existential dread creep up. There was always something to pay for, something to accomplish before the sun burned its way down the water line, taking the trees and its light with it.

Before exhaustion, before the tempered malaise that affected everyone, there was right and wrong which was a thin, wobbling line that varied on circumstance. He saw plenty of crimes committed, he’d been stabbed in the shoulder, he’d seen evil (evil he was terrified that one day, he would commit) and the good that could inevitably follow.

“There’s never a right way. There’s never a right way to do anything, only your way.” She’s calling him honey and looking at him with those dark eyes and full lashes and he understands why people fall into bed with those they’ll never see again.

“It depends on what’s happening with you. On what’s best for your life. Ease of access and an easy life isn’t best for people. Uh, at least in my experience.”

He shouldn’t be looking at her hands, but he does. There’s bulk to her biceps, her shoulders, a meatiness to the forearms that speaks of her strength. She could rip him in half and keep on moving, he’d be inconsequential to her life.

And, yet. And, yet, she’s at his side, calling him honey.

“Anything easy…anything that can be just, taken isn’t worth it. Working for it feels better. At least, to me. I just—uh, to tell you the truth, I don’t remember the last time someone called me, honey.”

[sightburdened]

"There's something lonesome about you." / hannibal

HOZIER ASK MEMES - ACCEPTING / @trinketsfcrged

There’s this way Hannibal talks about people when they’re directly in the room that sinks under his skin the way asbestos poisoning went unchecked all throughout the 60’s: a settled rot that you didn’t understand was decay until, you walked through your front door and your foot went through the wood that whittled away.

Dr. Lecter was good at diagnosing, at acknowledging symptoms and bringing them through the door the way he did the dogs he found on the side of the road.

This was for a much, much different reason, however.

“Lonesome and lonely are synonymous. One implies I’m without the proper company that will correctly engage my mind in the satisfaction of the person I chose to be at my side, and the other is a sadness. I don’t think I’m either of those things.”

He has no friends. This is by choice. He has to be here; that isn’t a choice.

“Guess I just need to get out there more, hm? Go to a bar, maybe find a couple of buddies to hunt with…but, I drink alone and, I don’t want to hunt with anyone.”

Well. That’s not necessarily one-hundred percent truth, now, is it?

“Hm. I wonder if it shows in my clothes, in my gait…in my of not wanting to be in public spaces. If it does, I need a new wardrobe.” Or, a new face.

He was tempted to walk out of the room, but that would be a disservice to Crawford. Instead he poses a question. “What gives you that idea?”

[rpmemes-galore]

Hozier : Hozier album ... sentence starters pt. 1

tw: allusions to drugs and death throughout. change pronouns as needed

"I'd be home with you."

"I guess any thrill will do."

"God, I never felt young."

"All I've ever done is hide."

"Command me to be well."

"My heart's already sinned."

"I was born sick, but I love it."

"Now, at last, the worst is over."

"Offer me that deathless death."

"I know that you hate this place."

"I'm somewhere outside my life."

"That's a fine looking high horse."

"I should've worshipped her sooner."

"I didn't care much how long I lived."

"I'm so full of love, I could barely eat."

"No more alone or myself could I be."

"There's something tragic about you."

"And Lord, she found me just in time."

"But I swear, I thought I dreamed her."

"There's something broken about this."

"Oh, good God, let me give you my life."

"Heaven and hell were just words to me."

"There's something lonesome about you."

"Heat of her breath in my mouth, I'm alive."

"We were born sick, you heard them say it."

"You're supposed to drag me away from it."

"Free and young and we can feel none of it."

"I lay my heart down with the rest at her feet."

"My veins are busy, but my heart's in atrophy."

"Only then, I am human, only then, I am clean."

"I'll worship like a dog at the shrine of your lies."

"We tried the world; good God, it wasn't for us."

"Lord, we should quit, but we love it too much."

"She'd give me toothaches just from kissin' me."

"I start digging up the yard for what's left of me."

"Lurched like a stray to the arms that were open."

"She never asked me once about the wrong I did."

"But you don't know what hell you put me through."

"There is no sweeter innocence than our gentle sin."

"I'll tell you my sins and you can sharpen your knife."

"My lover's got humour. She's the giggle at a funeral."

"You knew who I was with every step that I ran to you."

"So tired trying to see from behind the red in my eyes."

"No better version of me I could pretend to be tonight."

"I slithered here from Eden just to sit outside your door."

"No grave can hold my body down. I'll crawl home to her."

"And they'd find us in a week, when the weather gets hot."

"The only heaven I'll be sent to is when I'm alone with you."

"I need to be youthfully felt 'cause, God, I never felt young."

"Innocence died screaming, honey... ask me, I should know."

"Lord, it'd be great to find a place we could escape sometime."

"I fall in love just a little, a little bit, every day with someone new."

"I have never known peace like the damp grass that yields to me."

"When my time comes around, lay me gently in the cold, dark earth."

"My babe would never fret none about what my hands and my body done."

"Would things be easier if there was a right way? Honey, there is no right way."

"Honey, when you kill the lights and kiss my eyes, I feel like a person for a moment of my life."

[sightburdened]

It’s really good to be back after so much time away. I’m at my happiest when I’m actively creating and somewhere to be collaborative with it (disco absolutely counts!) I have to redo everything on my laptop, I need to make caps and save psds and relearn photoshop but, I can do it.

[sightburdened]

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

INTIMACY ASKS - ACCEPTING. / @punchedharder

“So,” this is going off to a great start, pretty woman bats her dark eyes at you and you lose all sense of bearings, “you’re strong. Very strong, there’s no denying that. You have a very focused look about you, about…all that you do. You have so much to give others in that strength, and I…don’t know why you’d choose someone like me.”

He parts his lips, exhaling softly, one after the next after the next. There’s a room he stands in that isn’t this one, a room where he can look this beautiful woman in the eyes and not feel the need to use his glasses as a shield, as a crutch…

“Of all of the men in the world, you choose to be here, with me.” Statement of fact. He blinks, his shoulders drop. People perceive that he doesn’t do things like this; people’s perception of him is more often than not, wrong.

“There’s no denying your beauty. Your voice. My only hang-up is, why someone like you would choose someone like me.”

[sightburdened]

What if I replied to things on mobile and added icons when I remake all of them as, your girl had to factory wipe her computer and lost years of edits…tabula rasa, cheers, but…what if I did that. I know we all write on various platforms and there’s no icons in novels or on websites meant to write but, I think that’s a good start for me.

How do you guys normally write?

[ohisms]

✱˚｡⋆ ↪ THE 𝐒TAGES OF 𝐈NTIMACY.   a collection of various action prompts centered around the varying stages of intimacy.  feel free to adjust as desired. heavily mature content, dni with this post if you are under 18, & DO NOT use these prompts for non-con scenarios.  )

SETTINGS.

[01.] finding privacy in a cramped dressing room.

[02.] cramming into the backseat of a car together.

[03.] slipping into the lonesome alleyway behind the bar for "time alone".

[04.] pulling them away from a party after hours of relentless teasing.

[05.] getting handsy under the table at a fancy dining establishment.

[06.] taking the long way home and pulling over on a dark stretch of road.

[07.] staying behind at the venue after everyone else has left.

[08.] the hotel room door barely clicks shut before hands are on them.

[09.] a tent in the middle of nowhere where no one can hear anything.

NEW TERRITORY.

[10.] finding yourself staring at their mouth and getting caught.

[11.] pulling back from a kiss to look at them, then immediately going back in.

[12.] memorizing the shape of them for the first time with your palms.

[13.] that exploratory first kiss, reserved and shy.

[14.] a gentle first kiss that morphs into intense want.

[15.] feeling the shape of their body through their clothes.

[16.] asking for permission to remove one of their garments.

[17.] finally succumbing to the thick tension & colliding feverishly.

[18.] fumbling with buttons or zippers because your hands won't stop shaking.

[19.] admitting out loud that you've been thinking about this for a while.

HEATING UP.

[20.] pulling them into your lap in the midst of a heated kiss.

[21.] discovering that they're wearing [ GEAR / LINGERIE ] under their clothes.

[22.] kissing away from their lips, down the length of their neck.

[23.] desperately grinding on them through layers of clothing.

[24.] dirty talking directly into their ear to turn them on even further.

[25.] pushing them onto a piece of furniture before straddling them.

[26.] lifting them onto the countertop while making out.

[27.] tugging their hair to expose more of their throat to your mouth.

[28.] the wrecked way they say your name for the first time.

[29.] fabric tearing because neither of you has the patience for buttons.

[30.] removing an obstacle of clothing with your teeth.

UNRAVELING.

[31.] biting down on their shoulder to muffle how good it feels.

[32.] the sound they make when you find the spot that undoes them.

[33.] begging without any trace of pride left and meaning every word.

[34.] their composure cracking for the first time, they finally stop holding back.

[35.] repeating "don't stop" like it's the only language left in their mouth.

[36.] leaving possessive marks in places only they'll see.

[37.] whispering "look at me" right before you take them apart.

[38.] trying to be quiet and failing, so they clamp a hand over your mouth.

[39.] flipping positions so fast neither of you remembers who initiated it.

[40.] their nails dragging down your back hard enough to sting later.

[41.] being told to open your mouth and doing it before the sentence is finished.

[42.] having your hands pinned above your head.

[43.] the desperate scramble to get closer when there is no closer to get.

COMING DOWN.

[44.] fingers lazily tracing the marks they just left on your skin.

[45.] pulling the blanket over both of you without being asked.

[46.] that silent, dazed smile when they catch your eye across the pillow.

[47.] the shaky laugh when neither of you can remember where your shirt is.

[48.] going to get water and bringing a glass back for them without asking.

[49.] lying chest to chest, feeling their heartbeat slow back down against yours.

[50.] the quiet "hey" that means something completely different now.

[51.] "come here" said softly — not urgently. just wanting them close again.

[52.] the reluctant moment of untangling.

[memedrome]

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