#fantasmagoriam

[lily-ohfally]

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Since they both like nature I felt like they would do something related to that!

[alshmente]

the posts .......make themselves

[rosmaryne]

I'm as surprised as you are

I somehow,,, never thought about his first name nor questioned the fact that they never call him that. He was just Lord Farquaad to me. This is messing me up idk why

[umbralaether]

Look at this BEAUTIFUL piece made by @fantasmagoriam !!!! I think everyone should give them a follow and also admire their art because it should be seen by every soul 💜

[sephiwhore]

You know what? I'll indulge your unhealthy Johnny obsession. Number 60, go! >:D

60: “Before you decide to murder me, let me explain.”

You thought it would be V saying this to Johnny, right? Well ha ha, I have subverted your expectations! >:3

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“Okay. Okay. Before you decide to murder me, let me explain.”

“V...what did you do?”

“I uh...might’ve...well, you know how bad drivers are in Heywood.”

“Let me see my car, V.”

V opened the garage door to reveal Johnny’s Porsche, the front bumper crumpled in on itself. “I swear on my rifle that the fucker slammed on his brakes,” she lied.

Johnny’s eyes widened and he let out an odd...infuriated whimper. “V!! This car hasn’t had a scratch since the day I bought it—” 

“Somehow I find that hard to believe.”

Johnny pointed an index finger in her direction, paired with a warning look, like a father scolding his teenage daughter.

“Fuuuuuck,” he yelled to nothing in particular. “Why did I ever let you drive my car, you drive like a toddler. A swarm of rats let loose inside a running vehicle would manage to drive better than you.”

“I mean I let you drive my body, and look how that ended up…” V mumbled.

“Okay, that was…” Johnny stopped pacing and stared off in thought. He didn’t seem to have a response to that. “I didn’t do any lasting damage!” he finally settled on.

“That you know of.”

“This is not about that, this is about my car, that you wrecked.”

“Don’t be dramatic, it’s an easy fix. I know a guy, does nova work.”

“Where is he going to find parts for a century-old car?”

Shit. “I’m...sure he can print them?” V said sheepishly.

The look that Johnny gave her was akin to that of a person walking into their living room to find Socrates and Napoleon Bonaparte watching tv on their couch. He sat down on the Porsche’s hood and dramatically placed his head in his hands. “Leave me to mourn, V.” He sounded utterly defeated, like he was about to melt into a puddle of despair on the concrete floor.

“I—” V stuttered, eyebrows raised in bafflement. “I can’t, you live in my fuckin’ head.”

Johnny sighed, quite overdramatically. “Then get me a cigarette.”

[phoebe-fucking-bridgers]

Gimme your top 5 poems hon 😘

God the emotions I went through reading these back . . .

On Hearing My Father Pulled a Shotgun on My Grandparents During Thanksgiving Dinner - Simone Muench

There Will Come Soft Rains - Sara Teasdale

Scheherazade - Richard Siken

Two-Headed Calf - Laura Gilpin

There Is Another Sky - Emily Dickinson

[fc5holidayexchange]

Denial

Rose Dravić/Jacob Seed

@fantasmagoriam

“Here is my gift to you, I hope you enjoy it. X”

Deputy/Jacob Seed, Rose Dravić, Jacob Seed, fluff, domestic, secret rendezvous

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Rose sat up and flicked her hair away from her face as she leant against the bed head, quickly pulling the sheet up to cover her naked body.

“We can’t keep doing this,” She murmured in a monotone voice, reaching out and grabbing the crumpled packet of cigarettes sitting on the nightstand next to her.

Feeling his eyes on her, Rose did her damn best to avoid the herald’s gaze by looking around the small dark green painted room. With one arm crossed over her stomach, she balanced the lit cigarette between her two fingers as she gently bit at the thumb nail of her other hand. As a Junior Deputy and leader of the Resistance, it was never in her plan to bed one of the Seed brothers.

Staring straight ahead at the wall with a slight frown, Rose struggled with these moments the most. She couldn’t decide which was worse, the silence or the shitty attempt at small talk. Either way, it seemed to last longer and longer after each time they ended up in bed together. Why?

Eventually curiosity got the better of her and she glanced over at the man laying next to her. Jacob appeared to be perfectly comfortable laying next to her the way he was. His hand was tucked between his head and the pillow. His chest was rising and falling, making his dog tags catch the natural light from outside the room.

“You say that every time,” Jacob mused. His deep blue eyes met her stare as he reached up and took the cigarette from between her lips. “Just like when you also said you were tryin to quit.”

His eyes slightly squinted with amusement, as he brought it to his own lips. She remembered how she used to hate the little crinkle in his eye when he smiled. It was when he was being cocky or self righteous, which annoyed the shit out of her. Since when did she start to find it attractive, and start to actually like it?

Rose sighed quietly and shook her head. He listened to her and took obvious notice, hence he knew about her wanting to quit. It was a passing comment she had made what felt like forever ago, when it reality it had only been weeks.

Silence filled the room, for what felt like a long time. Their ‘interactions’ weren’t ideal, considering they were leading opposing sides of Hope County’s cult war. But every time they crossed paths somehow, he felt some kind of a pull towards her. There was a connection, which he picked up on both in the bedroom and while battling it out over Eden’s Gate. Whenever he looked into her dark brown eyes he could tell that despite her defiant nature, she felt it too.

Regardless of how many reminders they gave themselves that they were enemies and only ever that – that pull wouldn’t go away.

Their first time together was driven by a combination of pure hatred, physical attraction and primal instinct. The dominance which neither of them wanted to give up, resulted in rough hate sex on the hard ground in the woods of the Whitetail Mountains. And although both would never admit it, it was the best and most hypnotic orgasm they had both ever experienced. So naturally, there was a follow up. And another. Then another, which led them to now; in bed sharing a cigarette.

Vulnerability and dependency were what she never wanted to feel again. She vowed to herself that she would never allow for it, but Jacob made that hard. He was nothing like her monster of an ex. Actually he wasn’t like anyone else she had ever met in her life. But she wasn’t ready to give anyone a piece of her heart - her daughter being the only exception.

Still with her arms folded, crossing her body protectively, Rose swung her legs to the side of the bed and stood up. As she walked out of the bedroom, she looked over her shoulder to see Jacob still laying there. His muscular body was now stretched out completely and taking up most of the bed. Naked as the day he was born, the Veteran looked like some kind of Greek god.

Leaning against the kitchen bench, Rose stared out the window as she waited for the kettle to slowly boil. The hints of Autumn were beginning to appear, with the golden pink hues highlighting the leaves of the trees. She pursed her lips, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted as the bubbling noise of the water became louder.

It was always during this particular time that Jacob would make it his cue to leave. It seemed to have become the unspoken agreement that by the time she poured the hot water into her coffee mug, Rose would hear a gentle click of the front door closing behind him. That’s just how things were. There wasn’t any need for sappy or civil goodbyes - or whatever else ‘normal’ people do after they’ve just hooked up.

Pouring the hot water in her favourite mug, Rose felt a pair of strong arms slowly and carefully wrap around her waist.

“So… you really don’t want this anymore?” Jacob asked quietly as he nestled his head into the crook of her neck, leaving butterfly kisses on her bare skin.

His unexpected touch made Rose’s eyes momentarily closed as she indulged in his touch. Bowing her head, she attempted to try and hide the little smile that was tugging at her lips.

“I never said I didn’t want it… just that we shouldn’t.”

Sure, she was surprised that he had stayed… but more so, surprised at how happy she felt about it.

Jacob hummed playfully, “We shouldn’t? Not even a little bit of this?”

His whiskers brushed along her skin as he kissed a little closer towards her jawline. He listened to her slowly exhale before tilting her head back to encourage him to keep going.

“Because I gotta say Deputy, I kinda like it,” Jacob’s gravelly voice purred in her ear, causing her heart to flutter. “And you know what?”

He reached for another coffee mug and placed it next to hers, keeping his other hand rested on her hip. “I reckon you do too.”

Rose raised an eyebrow, noticing the gesture as him wanting to stay longer and made a coffee for him too. Turning around, she held the coffee mug out towards her naked lover.

“So what if I do?” She asked before Jacob stepped closer towards her, to gently kiss her forehead.

To him, the Deputy was a stunning sight to see. Her smooth pale skin, dark hair and eyes.. the freckles which sprinkled across her face. Every feature of hers was strikingly beautiful to him. And the more she angered him - by destroying beacons and liberating outposts, he somehow became even more physically attracted to her. It was that pull.

Rose looked into his eyes and saw that softness she had seen a couple of times before. It was a look which made her feel, what people must mean when they say ‘warm and fuzzy.’ She hadn’t really felt that before and it scared her a little.

He tilted his head, his eyes never leaving hers. “Then I reckon we should let ourselves enjoy whatever this is, for however long it lasts.”

Rose’s eyes cast downwards, considering his words as she sipped her coffee. Sure it wasn’t the most romantic proposition, but it was real - and she respected that. However long it would last, would depend on countless variables. But despite any of that, she couldn’t help but resonate with the fact that he just wanted to have something in life to enjoy. Something private and sacred.

For him, that was her.

Just when things felt a little too serious - in classic Rose behaviour - she quickly felt the need to make light of the situation and turn things into a bit of a joke. Call it a coping strategy, who cares – it usually worked.

A mischievous smirk appeared on her lips. “So are you asking me to secretly be your girl as you stand in my kitchen naked?”

Jacob let out a quiet chuckle, “I never said anything about labels sugar… but if-“

He was interrupted abruptly by Rose’s lips suddenly pressing up against his and the feeling of the bedsheet falling down at their feet. Smiling through their kiss, she made the conscious decision to allow herself some enjoyment too. She let Jacob lead her back to the bedroom, laughing as he playfully smacked her on the backside as she rushed past him.

Nobody knew what tomorrow or next week would bring. If Joseph’s theory about the imminent Collapse was correct, then sleeping with Jacob wouldn’t make any difference to anything. And whatever else that was thrown her way, she would just handle it like she had to with everything else in life.

But right here and right now, she liked being in Jacob’s arms. And it was time she stopped trying to deny it.

[cupofcowboys]

Gimme Kieran for that character ask please? :3c

favorite thing about them

That sass. I can’t handle how sassy and back talky he is. 😂 Oh I love him and how in his life or death situations he always has to clap back.

least favorite thing about them

That he dies. What the hell dude, could you just not?

favorite line

Not exactly a line, but how he asks if Arthur got the money from the O’Driscoll cabin, and he explains how they stash it “In the chimney!” then bolts excitably towards the house to go check. 💕💕

random headcanon

He didn’t die, that was just his Halloween costume. It was so impressive that it made Dutch insecure and he kicked Kieran out of camp. So Kieran ran off and lived his best life. 

unpopular opinion

Kieran is not “babey” but a strong, confident man just down on his luck. Put him in a situation where he has to “step up” and believe me, he will step up.

song i associate with them

I don’t really have one, sorry.

favorite picture of them