#drai rambles

[draiochteve]

Crossposting this rant from my Twitter because honestly I'm fucking exhausted. "Hating that I have to say this again, but please fucking stop putting me and other creatives on an "unproblematic cinnamon roll" pedestal. We do not wish to be up there and cannot and will not live up to your personal standards of what all that entails. Legit was just having a conversation with a friend about this and how terrified they are to post a darkfic because they don't want to "betray" anyone when they did nothing but have people force a label on them they didn't ask for. It is not a fucking betrayal. Especially if it's tagged and clearly labeled to avoid, what betrayal is there? That this stranger on the internet you projected a comfort zone onto failed to meet your expectations for that?" "I promise you, I like things and enjoy media featuring shit that are squicks to many. I will write and want to write some fucked up shit and explore it. I will do so with thorough tags and warnings because I care enough to and I want people knowing what they are getting into. BUT my art is not a condemnation or evidence to me as a person. I have been open about myself and people can speculate, but you do not know me. Art is made for as many reasons as there are in the sky because humans have such complexities. It is beautiful. It should be as it is." "Just fucking leave people alone and recognize their humanity. Recognize they aren't just your "fav". Do not strip us of who we are to fit the mirage in your head that is only built to shatter one day." And to add to it, no, I will not condemn others for their art. I do not fucking know them. And if you expect me to make a public statement, you have already failed to ask what I have asked of you above. I am not your representation. I am not your hero. I am a fucking fic writer in the damn void. I will let you down as it was never my responsibility to raise you up. I appreciate the support as always, but I create for myself and my motives. No one else's.

#drai rambles #rant

[m1raka]

i’m going to vacuum seal them both and watch them explode

#rhythm heaven #rhythm tengoku #rhythm heaven ds #rhythm heaven gold #sketch #rockers #student rocker #jj rocker #deshi #i hate them both so much FDSVJNJOFDVWJWJONVFDDFVWOIJNVFWDNJJO #they should die NOW!!!!!!! #ROCKERS UHHDINJOREGIJONRVWE😭😭😭😢😢😢😢😢 #jjs hair is the end of me #i lov you rockers 🥰🥰 #throwing up right now criyng #i love them both very much☺️☺️☺️ #they still make me gay /ref #i remember back in december i make this whole ass backstory for both of them in my head and overtime i just kinda forgot about it #UWAHAHAAAHSHAB😭😭😭😭😭😭😭😭 #i need to draw them more but. i’m so bad at drawing boys ☹️☹️ i can only draw pretty WOMEN I LVOR WOMEN #i actually lv9r thr m both very much #count you r drays jj rockers hair #sorry for thr ramble in the captions i’m nomrslu about th rm #drawing two people at the same time is probably my limit i just can’t draw more than two Ugghh

[stillfertile]

when the refs were reviewing a penalty and davo and lars started chatting….and leon even skated over… thatll be replaying in my head for the next few days

#so tempted to write a fic #lars/drai in my head forever #kraken lb #still rambling

[lorebird]

I really wanna make a seeded spec bio setting but like. Fantasy. I've been thinking abt Serina and I wanna do smth similar but like....... Dragons

#rambles #I really wanna overhaul the Dray world's (almost nonexistant) biological worldbuilding #which might be a fun candidate #just have a handful of base species and work outwards. I feel like it'd be much easier to keep track of than starting from scratch #and it makes sense Chronologically bc the world and plants were created before animals so thered be SO much room for radiation #so many niches to fill #get outta here with that Evolving To Become Multicellular. who needs to colonize land. everyone gets to fuck around and find out #plus. I get to do Slightly Off versions of classic fantasy animals a la dunmeshi which has made me so inspired for worldbuilding

[kvetchlandia]

G. Frank Pearsall Walt Whitman, New York City c.1872

The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois'd on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hip-band, His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead, The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polish'd and perfect limbs.

I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.

In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.

Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.

I believe in those wing'd purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

-- Walt Whitman, "Song of Myself, XIII" c.1867

[cheemken]

Me reading up more Drayton angst: Sicko going yes... YES...

I'm loving how it's accepted that Drayton def has some kind of trauma from Opelucid. Like GameFreak was really onto something to put the kid from that city into the Polar Biome. Def agree with anons that say him being in there is a form of exposure therapy so he can get over this 'stupid fear' faster

Now I'm just thinking like, imagine he's sick. Down with a bad fever or something. He feels like the sort to not tell people that he's unwell, and with his rep, not seeing him has people chalking it up as him slacking somewhere. So he's just in his room in bed, shivering profusely cause his temp is high but he just feels so cold. It's like there's ice in his veins, it's like that day when it's so cold that he's not sure when he'll feel warm again

Just picturing him delirious, muttering about how it's so cold, so so cold. Nothing he does can warm himself up. Just teary eyed cause he feels awful and cold and he doesn't want to be alone. He wants Iris or his grandpa or his parents. Just anyone to hug him and give him warmth

Maybe his friends worry when they haven't seen him anywhere. Crispin goes to check up on him and he's worried when no one's answering even when he hears the ringing on Drayton's Rotomphone from inside. Maybe one of Drayton's mons got out of their Pokeball cause they heard it, someone who can help their Trainer. The door opens and Crispin sees the huddling, pathetic mess on the bed

Then just caretaking cause Drayton deserves it after all that. He learns that his friends do worry, and that there are people here that care. Maybe Iris finds out somewhere and comes to call him an idiot before hugging him for not telling her he was sick. Just good feels after all that and Drayton doesn't feel cold anymore.

Oughghgh your honour,,, them,,,🥺🥺

That's canon in my heart please imagine chxmbxk imagine Crispin realizing Drayton is sick and makes him all his fave warm meals, makes him soup, and just stays there w him until Drayton feels better

But y'know it would be cute tho while watching over him and taking care of him, Crispin likes,, rambles abt this show he and Kieran watches, and while Drayton doesn't look too interested bc he's sick, he's actually there listening to every word; knowing Crispin's fave characs and episodes and all that, and Crispin even told him that when he gets better, maybe they can watch it together too

And yeah, soon enough, Drayton finally fell asleep, feeling less colder now, especially w his Torchic and Crispin's own Blaziken, the room feels warmer now too. And Crispin's there sitting besides his bed, insisting that he at least stay until either Drayden or Iris comes back home. Drayton was all "sure whatever" but like, y'know, Dray's actually really grateful that someone's there w him and taking care of him, not calling him a slacker when he's clearly sick

And Crispin's there vibing y'know, happy that at least Drayton is getting the rest he needs. But it's also dope if he's there till night where Iris finally came home, and that's how Iris finally get to thank Crispin personally for watching over her brother. She's like going on how she really thought the students didn't like Drayton and he didn't have much friends, she was scared he'd end up like her when she was younger, but when Drayton started to mention Crispin to her and it made her happy and relieved y'know that he really has friends of his own, it really just took a while for people to understand him

But also Dray waking up to see Iris and Crispin talking and he's suddenly lively again bc ofc, maybe Iris is telling Crispin random embarrassing stories abt him hahaha

Anyways yeah your honour this is def canon, I'm not taking criticism lmfao

#real quick sorry this took a whole ass while cndmdn #i ran out of data and we just got home ;w; hahah #anyways #your honour pls..... drayton/crispin friendship... #theyre moirails too your honour thats canon in my heart #pls i wanna see them interact more imagine bw3 and they're actually really close hcjdnd #ough a guy can dream hahaha #pokemon hcs #unova kids #an ask and answer #anon

[stereax]

I threw Draisaitl’s name in the ring because there’s been talk that if Edmonton doesn’t go to the finals this season, he may not sign with them again and go to greener, Stanley-er pastures (mostly from Biz, but what’s a girl to do). I could see him leaving a year early if Edmonton can get a decent return for him in an area that the oilers desperately need help in. Skinner’s not a bad goalie but that’s not cutting it, especially is Edmonton wants to be competitive in the off season. The goalie market is always weird, but Ullmark is well respected and this may be Edmonton’s chance to get a high caliber goalie for “cheap”. It would only work if Draisaitl says he’s not resigning with the oilers though, which is questionable.

If the oilers can offload Draisaitl on Boston, they should be able to pull some new prospects to fill in some holes in their line up (defense, depth scoring) as opposed to it being a 1:1 trade. They Boston would also get some cap relief too, especially if a third team takes some of the hit for Draisaitl.

Normally I’d say Ullmark would have to be traded at a loss with the Swayman extension, but Boston needs leadership and a skilled center. Edmonton needs a good goalie and more depth, so it makes sense to me for them to deal with each other and make the most of their respective situations.

Again, incredibly delulu and running off an obscene amount of cold brew today, so idk if this makes sense, so sorry about the rambles.

You're making some sense, anon! It's a BIG deal though. Let me see if I can whip something up.

Something like this?

#stereanswers #leon draisaitl #edmonton oilers #linus ullmark #boston bruins #trade talk

[mk-writes-stuff]

WIP Title Game

Rules: post all the files in your WIPs folder and have your followers send asks about any they’re curious about

Thanks @kaylinalexanderbooks and @illarian-rambling for the tags! I’ve already done this one for my main WIP folder, so this time I’m going to post every file in my internal Ixalan (Pirates’ Roost) wiki. It’s a long one, so I’m putting it under a cut. Please feel free to send me asks about anyone or anything on this list!

Characters

Amelia

Apatli

Azalea

Bartholomew

Beckett Brass

Blythe

Breeches

Claudio Marín

Corbin

Don Andres

Elenda

Favin

Finley Albertson

Francisco

Itala

Jetti

Julian

Kiali

Len

Malcolm Lee

Matteo Pérez

Merry Lee

Minor Characters

Morrigan

Onora

Ripley Vance

Rogelio

Sedden Dray

Skipper

Sokzil

Tatum

Varis

Vivenna Andres

Wallace

Zeltzin

Locations

High and Dry

Orazca

Spitfire Bastion

Universal College of Accreditations

Objects and Substances

Cosmium

Halo

Memory’s Toll

The Immortal Sun

Planeswalkers

Cephlo

Hebi

Huatli Rai

Jace Beleren

Minor Planeswalkers

Saheeli Rai

Svet

Tamina

Vraska

Ships

Minor Ships

The Belligerent

The Drowning Siren

The Hangman’s Noose

The Sea Star

The Soaring Gull

The Wraith

Species and Cultures

Angels

Brazen Coalition

Goblins

Legion of Dusk

Malamet

Merfolk

Orcs

Otlec

Sirens

Sun Empire

Vampires

Unclassified

Date and Time Systems

Index

Ship Positions

Timeline

Okay I’m supposed to tag one person for every file but there are sixty something of them so I’m… uh… not doing that

@rkmoon @nebula--nix @spitefulbull want to play?

#writeblr #tag game #the pirates’ roost

[nottyourlover]

Cliché.

a/n: very cliche and ooc character draco, he’s smilier :)

summary: you and draco sneak out of a party to stargaze.

warnings: party setting, fluff and flirting lol.

word count: 1022.

I look around the room, clutching my cup harder than necessary. The dim lights did not make it easier to spy my friends, though. The tight, green silk dress I was wearing felt hot and itchy on, even though it was freezing in the Slytherin common room. I looked in the mirror before leaving, and Daphne said I looked beautiful, and I certainly felt it then, but the hairs on my neck were standing up. I almost felt like I were being constantly watched. But then again, it’s a party with over 60 people, so I was probably right.

I look around for Daphne and Pansy and see them dancing together. They’re laughing and smiling, and then I see them kiss, and for the first time too, I imagine. I laugh to myself. Daphne had been going on and on about Pansy these last two weeks before the party. I’m so happy to see it worked out for her. And secretly happy I don’t need to listen to her pining over Pansy but can instead listen to her excitedly talk about Pansy instead.

“Hey,” a voice next to me. I turn around and face Draco.

Even though we shared a friend group, I was new to Hogwarts this year, from Beauxbatons, so I wasn’t really close to anyone except Pansy, Blaise and Daphne.

Before I got to know him, I’d seen him in class. Always disruptive with Crabbe and Goyle yet always getting an outstanding grade. I’d seen him in the hallways, picking on first years and cursing the muggleborns or half-bloods. When I first saw him, he was bullying some poor Gryffindor second year. Not the best first impression but when we’re better friends I’ll grill him on his behaviour. You laugh at the thought.

He was so intimidating, yet so enigmatic. Sure, he’s tall, and good-looking and smart and all sorts of other things. He was an enigma.

“Hey,” I reply.

“You look like you’re not enjoying the party,” he says, turning towards me and copying, his head also resting on the wall.

I laugh, and see him smile, just slightly. “I dunno, maybe I like standing in dark corners alone, Draco. You’ve just insulted me,” I deadpan. 

He laughs (a nice sound, you note) and you grin. 

“I see Pansy and Daphne are over there together,” we glance over and my smile widens. “About time,” he says to me.

I laugh again. “Yeah, definitely.”

The silence stretches between us.

“Y’know, y/n, I didn’t even want this party,” he admits. I cock my head. 

“But it’s literally for you, to celebrate Slytherin’s quidditch win. Honestly, Dray, you were great in that game, even in the rain you caught the snitch!” I smile.

His eyes widen slightly. “Dray?”

My eyes widen slightly. “Sorry, is that not okay? I mean I hear Daphne and Pansy call you that all the time and we’re friends, right? I’m rambling. I’ll stop.” I tuck a stray lock of hair behind your ear, using this moment to hide my embarrassment and look down. 

“No, no, it’s fine. I like hearing you say my name.” He smirks. I watch him run a hand through his already disheveled hair, causing it to look even messier. He looks at the door behind me.

“Who even says that anymore, Draco? It’s so cliché,” I mutter. Deep breaths in, and out to slow my racing heart.

He just shrugs, a small smile playing on his lips. You watch his eyes travel down your dress and he starts to smile. “You always look beautiful.”

An unsteady breath comes out. “Thank you... Dray.” 

I was testing the waters with his nickname, as one might say. But I’ll consider the waters “tested” and my mission failed, because the silence stretched again, a little awkward this time.

Then, standing on my tippy-toes, I fixed a loose strand of hair curled near his ear. My breath hitched as he bent down and let me smooth it out. 

Draco smiles, and my heart aches. “Wanna leave here?” he asks.

“And go where?”

“I know a spot, and it’s dark out, so it’ll be great.”

I follow him through Hogwarts’ many hallways and up many flights of stairs until we reach the astronomy tower. 

“Don’t tell anyone this, I have a reputation to uphold,” he jokes. The open air feels nice on my skin, but I still feel hot. Maybe it’s just the proximity. You shiver slightly.

“Ha, ha, Slytherin Prince likes to... doodle pretty stars?” you smile as he pulls out a small notebook from his pocket and lets you flick through the pages.

“Funny, y/n. It’s astronomy, I’m drawing the constellations. The Slytherin Prince doesn’t just ‘draw pretty stars’. Though I wouldn’t be opposed to using my spectacular artistic ability and drawing you.” He winks smoothly. You feign disgust and slap his arm, laughing uncontrollably. 

You mock him. “Is it because I’m just such a pretty, shining star in your life?” You’re only a little bit shocked by how bold you are. 

“Undoubtedly, y/n/n.” He smiles at me with what I hope for my heart’s sake is mock affection. I’m surprising myself with how fun it is to be around him, and how carefree I feel. My friend Ilaria from Beauxbatons would joke that it’s the “friends to lovers trope”. I smile inwardly at the memory of her and her excessive referencing to romcom book tropes. 

“Maybe someday, Draco.”

“Call me Dray.”

“Okay, Dray.”

This time, when the silence stretches, it’s not awkward. We both lie on our backs and he points out all his favorites. He tells me about Sirius, Scorpius and Lyra, his top three. It’s adorable that he has top three favourite constellations.

“I’m named after a constellation.” he says suddenly, looking over at me. 

“That’s such a cool backstory. Actually, Lyra and Scorpius especially are such cool names. I can see why someone would want to name their kids after constellations.”

He sits up, and I do too, slightly confused. “Yeah, you’re right. Those would be the perfect names for our kids,” he laughs loudly.

I laugh before teasing him. “Keep dreaming.” 

#pansy x daphne #draco fanfiction #draco fluff #draco imagine #draco x reader #draco x yn #draco malfoy #dray #yay #ugh how cringe

[seal-writes-stuff]

Salvation

Word count: 2k

Warnings: F!Reader, violence, religious imagery, implied alcohol abuse, one mention of passive suicidal ideation

Summary: “Thou shalt not murder”.

A/N: As promised, here’s a part two to this! I’m currently sort of busy, but I am working on requests, so keep an eye out. Anyway, hope you enjoy!

“DRAI-I-INAGE…”

“Good Lord” you bury your face in your hands with a heavy sigh. Despite the size of the house, your father’s voice rings through the entirety of it. You’ve ignored your initial desire to follow Eli to the bowling alley, so you aren’t exactly sure what is happening, but you know for a fact it’s nothing good. It all seems to play out just the way you thought, yet the thought brings you no comfort.

Drainage.

You wonder what that means. You also, in spite of your best efforts, wonder what that means for Eli specifically. You have the general idea, of course, but for some reason it’s not something you wish to envision in detail.

How come, you wonder? Isn’t that what you wanted? Isn’t that how you spoke to him when he came to you?

Finally, you give in. Jumping from a table in the office, you head downstairs. This whole thing is taking too long for a ‘no’ and even longer for a ‘yes’; something is definitely wrong. Besides, it just can’t be that simple. Daniel Plainview doesn’t operate like that and you of all people would know it. Is curiosity a sin, you wonder? You aren’t sure. Being complicit in someone’s suffering, though, definitely is. Even if that someone is a false prophet whose god is a superstition.

Making it through the house, you briefly wonder if you should alert some of the staff, but decide against it. You can handle this. You’ve handled such things your whole life and you’ve handled such things more than ever in the past few years, more than you ever wished to.

It will be fine. You’ll make it fine if you need to.

The closer you get, the more and more concerned you become. It’s not even your father, rambling about milkshakes and money with his usual viciousness –you’ve learned to tune it out. It’s something else entirely.

Is Eli crying?

Not the elated tears reserved for his sermons, to which you were a witness plenty of times. It’s more akin to dejected, hopeless whimpering coming from a man who’s completely crushed and only now realizes it.

You make it down the stairs just in time to have a front seat for the unraveling madness.

“Did you think that your song and dance and your superstition would help you, Eli?!” screaming fills the air as Eli desperately tries to crawl away, all of his calm self-assurance long forgotten, “I am the third revelation! I am who the Lord has chosen! Because I am smarter than you! I'm older! I am not a false prophet, you sniveling boy! I AM THE THI-I-IRD REVELATION! I-I-I-I AM THE THIRD REVELATION! I TOLD you I would eat you! I TOLD you I would EAT YOU UP!”

You freeze in horror, unsure of what to do. Call out for someone? It’s useless and you know it. Most of the time, your staff prefers to take their money and mind their own business; a decision perhaps more wise than the one you’ve made. Nobody’s coming.

Nobody’s coming but you.

The rest is a series of images; brief flashes that won’t come together no matter how much you try. Eli pleading for forgivness, bowling balls hitting the floor. You lunging through the room in one swift motion. Your father’s dumbfounded expression as you tackle him to the floor with some inhuman strength, something you didn’t even know you possess.

Next thing you know, a bolt of sharp, blinding pain burns through your head as the world disappears in the darkness.

***

For a few terrifying seconds, nothing makes sense.

Your eyes are wide open, but you can’t see anything. Your face throbs in pain and you can’t breathe; the taste of salt and metal filling your throat. Your thoughts are all jumbled, but one rings clear:

‘Too late. He killed him. That bastard killed him’.

You aren’t sure who is “he”, who is “him” and why would it be too late. There’s nothing you can do about it, so you let it pass. You close your eyes and try to come to.

For better or for worse, it seems to work.

“No” you hear your father’s panicked voice as he grabs you, trying to shake you awake. For a brief moment, that feels nice; as close to a hug as it can be. Then a smell of stale whiskey hits you and you suddenly wish you were dead, “No-no-no, God, please, no-”

“Don’t touch her!” a brief commotion follows, and someone else envelops you in their arms, clutching to you like their life depends on it, “Don’t touch her, don’t touch her, don’t touch her…”

The shaky voice right above your ear starts to pray and it all comes back to you. Another image flashes in your mind: a giant bright cross shining in the middle of a wooden wall. Such a nice visual wasted on such a dreadful place.

You sit up and blink as your vision comes back slowly. Someone – Eli – hugs you even tighter, crying tears of horror and relief in your shoulder. You just accept it, relishing in the warmth of his body. Just like you accept all the blood around you: gushing out of your nose, pooling on the floor, staining a wooden bowling pin that lies by your feet.

With an enormous effort, you look away from it and turn it to your father. He stares at you with the same deep, primal horror you’ve only seen in his eyes once – the day H.W. lost his hearing. You’re half-aware of the tears that are streaming down your face, but you aren’t sobbing. You touch your cheek to make sure it’s really happening; pain is your answer.

“Y/N?” he reaches out to you in a gesture full of terrified, pleading tenderness, but all you feel is disgust, “Honey? Are you-”

“Die”.

Carefully, you rise to your feet, brushing the dirt off of your skirt. As if it matters.

“Eli? Let’s go”.

He complies. Without a word, you grab him by the sleeve, marching towards the staircase. For a brief second, you’re afraid that your father will follow you, but he remains in the same place, motionless.

When you reach the hall, Eli finally gathers the courage to speak up.

“Where are we going?”

“Wherever you came from” you dry off your tears harshly, “The world can’t start and end at this fucking hou-”

“Miss Y/N?”

You stop as Eli shields you; it’s sweet, if unnecessary. Al Rose, one of your house servants, stands in front of you, barely holding back from gawking at your blood-soaked dress. For all his silent complacency, he seems properly horrified for the occasion.

“We’re finished” you push past him, determined, with Eli by your side. Somewhere behind you can hear desperate wailing, but you just keep going. It’s been too late for years.

***

The hotel room is cheap and dull, but it’s a step up. You sit next to Eli in quiet contemplation as he presses a rag filled with ice to your face, careful not to hurt you. You aren’t sure where he got the ice. You don’t care either.

“That was a lie”.

Eli looks at you, taken out of his thoughts all of a sudden.

“What exactly?”

“About Paul” you wipe some of the melted water off, “It wasn’t… Ten thousand. Wasn’t even a thousand, I think. And what, three wells? All made up. Don’t mind it. It’s – ah, enough, take this things off my face”.

He does as you say, discarding the rag; you wince at your own words. What part of “your brother sold your family off cheap” is supposed to be comforting? Still, he deserves the truth.

“How much” Eli swallows thickly, “How much did you hear?”

“Oh, forgive me, do you want to… Retain your dignity or something? None of us get that, if you didn’t notice”.

He looks away, shame heating up his face. For the first time since you saw him again, you feel bad. Dignity or not, both of you could use some kindness.

“I’m sorry” you brush his shoulders with yours, causing him to sit up straight, “You know how I am. This says nothing about you, I promise. And he- He’s just a bitter drunk. Nobody will know-”

“I will know” Eli replies, his voice hollow. You sigh, resting your head on his shoulder. You spend a minute in silence; a silence more soothing, more comforting than anything you could’ve said. Perhaps the most sincere form of comfort you can offer.

Finally, Eli speaks up.

“You saved my life” he says quietly, looking you in the eyes with some newfound hope, “Why? You almost…”

He reaches out towards your cheek, but stops himself in the last moment. You take his hand gently; he gasps at the contact, but doesn’t pull away

“Eli, how hard is it to believe that I don’t want you dead? Murder does not... Run in the family. I hope”.

“But you didn’t have to-”

“And yet I did. Tell me this, why didn’t you run when you had a chance? I’ve distracted him. If he decided to take a second swing, none of that would matter. So?”

Eli falls silent. If he says something about divine intervention, you think, you’ll finish him off with your bare hands. What part of that is divine? Is it a bloody rag? The cracks in the ceiling above you?

Maybe it's the way you hold each other.

“I couldn't” his voice break, his face contorted in an emotion he can no longer suppress, “I saw you on the floor and…”

Before you can say anything, he gets on the knees in front of you. You watch him take your hands in his, eyes glazed over with tears.

“Y/N, I… I am a sinner. I’ve let the Devil get a hold of me. I’m a fool and a coward, and I’ve let my pride overtake me-”

“Jesus, Eli, get up-”

“-And I’ve put all of this-all of this filth that fills me onto you!” he takes a few quick, ragged breaths to stop himself from weeping, “I know I should be damned, I know I don’t deserve to even beg for your forgiveness, but if you could… Please, if only you could…”

Without a word, you lower yourself on the floor, taking him in your arms as the dam finally breaks. You hug him tight, playing with his hair, as he cries in your shoulder. You can’t absolve him of anything. Yet, who are you to deny what brief relief you can offer?

“Enough” without a second thought, you press a light kiss to his temple, “Nobody should be damned. Not one person”.

“If I’ve listened…”

“Sh-h-h”.

A minute passes, or maybe ten or twenty, you aren’t sure. You don’t want to pull away and he doesn’t seem to either. You wait, your hand travelling up and down his back, until his sobs turn to sniffles and then fade out completely.

“What will we do now?” Eli moves away, wiping the tears from his cheeks. He still can’t look at you, but the gratefulness in his eyes is enough.

“I’m sorry, we?”

“Oh” the color fills his face. You can’t help but think how sweet it is when he’s flustered like that, “I didn’t mean- Of course, you don’t have to-”

“No, you’re right” you cup his face gently, smiling, “We will be alright. We’ll figure something out. I’ve been sick of all the oil for a while anyway”.

He nods, pressing a kiss to your palm. If all the dirt, all the blood and all the tears has lead to this, you think, maybe it was worth it.

If all of that has lead to something holy at last.

#eli sunday #eli sunday x reader #eli sunday imagine #paul dano x reader #paul dano imagine #there will be blood #seal writes

[draiochteve]

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Last song: Drugs by UPSAHL

Currently reading: The Magical Writing Grimoire by Lisa Marie Basile

Currently watching: I’m still emotionally recovering from the roller coaster that was Gundam: The Witch from Mercury and have yet to start another show lmao

Current obsession: The Rosfield Brothers from FFXVI they are too precious I’m dying

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#memes #personal #drai rambles #?

[little-corritrice]

George ~ Scared

It was evident that Voldemort was back now, and I had been staying with the twins in their flat above the shop. I'd been helping them out and trying to avoid all the death eaters and my family, the Malfoys. I was a target for not becoming a death eater, and they were going to force me to become one if I hadn't run away. Now here I was, sleeping next to George when I woke up in a cold sweat at 2 am. I moved out of bed, going out of the room. I went to the living room, looking out the window at the dark skies. My mind went to Draco, how he was in all this, at Hogwarts right now doing his "tasks". I shook my head at the thought of him being forced to do this otherwise he will be killed. A few tears slipped from my eyes, slowly falling down my cheeks.

A hand on my shoulder made me turn, seeing George with a worried face. "Love, what happened?" He asked, rubbing my cheeks. I turned away from him, looking out the window. "He's out there, George." I whispered. George knew who I was talking about and sighed. "y/n, I promise you nothing will ever happen to you, or me, or Freddie, or Draco, or anyone else we love." He said, and I shook my head. "He forced him, Georgie. He will kill him if he doesn't obey him." I cried, turning to him. "Hey, hey. Everything will be okay, love. I promise you. Just come back to sleep, and we can send him a owl in the morning, okay?" George said, and I just nodded. He kissed my head, leading me back to the room. We laid down, and he made sure to hold me close while he coaxed me back to sleep.

Standing in a bathroom, I was at Hogwarts. I gasped, looking around when I heard soft crying. I followed the sound and found a horrid sight. On the floor, Draco was laying there with blood surrounding him along with water. I screamed as I rushed over, bringing him into my lap. "D-Dray?" I cried, stroking his cheeks. "Dray, please say something?" I begged, stroking his cheek. "I...I'm so sorry, y/n. I w-was such a horrible brother." He said, blood still pouring from his body. "Oh, Dray. Don't say that. You were an amazing little brother, and I love you so much." I sobbed, pulling him closer. "It's okay, y/n/n." He said, squeezing my hand. He let out a strangled gasp before his grip slowly loosened before he fully let go, his hand dropping to the ground. "Dray?" I sobbed, shaking him slightly. "Draco?! Please wake up! Draco!" I screamed, sobbing onto his head as I held him closer to my chest.

I jolted awake, jumping out of bed. I started putting on clothes, sobbing quietly. "y/n, what's going on?" George gasped, getting out of bed as well. "I-I have to go to H-Hogwarts." I said, throwing on a shirt. "y/n, please. Tell me what happened." He begged, holding onto me. I tried getting out of his grip, but he held me tighter. "I'll explain later." I said, and apparated away. I landed in Draco's prefect room, and I saw him in his bed. I ran over, shaking him quickly. He jolted awake, grabbing his wand. He looked at me before he dropped his wand. "y/n?" He said in shock, his voice shaky. "Oh, Dray. I thought something happened to you." I cried, lunging onto him. He held onto me tightly, shaking in my embrace. "y/n, I thought he found you." He cried, and I shook my head. "Never. I have to go now, but promise me you'll take care of yourself." I said, holding his cheeks. He nodded, wiping his eyes. "I love you, y/n." He said, and I smiled softly. "I love you too, Dray. So so much, no matter what." I said, before letting go.

As I apparated back into the apartment, George was pacing the room, holding his hair. "Georgie?" I whispered quietly and he perked up. "y/n, thank Merlin." He cried, running over and tackling me in a hug. "I was so worried, and then you just disappeared." He rambled, but I shut him up with a soft kiss. "I know, and I am so sorry. I just had this horrible dream, and I had to see Draco for myself." I explained, wiping my eyes from the tears. "It's okay. It's okay. Let's lay down." He said, guiding us to bed. He laid down, pulling me on top of him. "I love you so much, y/n." He said and I nodded. "I love you so much, George. Forever..." I said, and he chuckled. "And always." He finished, kissing my head. We held each other tightly, not letting go. We fell asleep soon after as we both calmed in the night, and thought about nothing.

[kitakami-zorua-kin]

Sorry for just - vanishing for a while, heh. As you can see I'm back now though! Just - between packing for spring break, and... everything going on, I just... Turned off my phone for a while. ... it feels wrong to complain about everyone else having a bad time but i just... i can't help and it just - felt like something crushing my chest and pulling out my heart and there was just. everyone was so upset and i couldn't do anything it felt like dying - i shouldn't complain about my emotions when other people are having a hard time. just.. being too sensitive again. i haven't gone through anything nearly as bad, i shouldn't try to make things all about me... But! Uh! Spring break! :3 I'm going to volunteer at the dragon sanctuary Dray and I usually volunteer at over breaks since... neither of us particularly want to go home, usually. heh... I'm still excited! Because I get to work with the Noibat colonies again! There's usually only a handful of Noivern per Noibat colony, and those are the colony leaders! Fights between them can get pretty vicious - ah. Oops, rambling again - my bad! I like Noivern and Noibat...

#pkmn irl #russet yaps #russet's spring break #//shocker. russet is. still not handling things well #//chronic cares too much disease </3 #//mod projecting struggles with hyperempathy onto russet teehee :3 #//also if u r worried about mod projecting so much sadness - i go to therapy! worry not <3 #//this is me sort of. processing everything in a safe manner <3 #//also i've been dropping hints but uh. russet's issues with his family have been building for A While #//kieran snapping is just. straw that breaks the camels back yknow?

[whileiamdying]

Song of Myself (1892 version)

BY WALT WHITMAN

[...]

13 The negro holds firmly the reins of his four horses, the block swags underneath on its tied-over chain, The negro that drives the long dray of the stone-yard, steady and tall he stands pois’d on one leg on the string-piece, His blue shirt exposes his ample neck and breast and loosens over his hip-band, His glance is calm and commanding, he tosses the slouch of his hat away from his forehead, The sun falls on his crispy hair and mustache, falls on the black of his polish’d and perfect limbs.

I behold the picturesque giant and love him, and I do not stop there, I go with the team also.

In me the caresser of life wherever moving, backward as well as forward sluing, To niches aside and junior bending, not a person or object missing, Absorbing all to myself and for this song.

Oxen that rattle the yoke and chain or halt in the leafy shade, what is that you express in your eyes? It seems to me more than all the print I have read in my life.

My tread scares the wood-drake and wood-duck on my distant and day-long ramble, They rise together, they slowly circle around.

I believe in those wing’d purposes, And acknowledge red, yellow, white, playing within me, And consider green and violet and the tufted crown intentional, And do not call the tortoise unworthy because she is not something else, And the jay in the woods never studied the gamut, yet trills pretty well to me, And the look of the bay mare shames silliness out of me.

[...]

#song of myself #walt whitman

[nachtwandeling]

My favourite vlogs are from Dr. Dray. I don’t even care about skincare stuff I just love watching her ramble (although i dislike her voice), seeing her just wander around, lying on the bed, making coffee, doing whatever. I relate so much to her for some reason.

[lorebird]

Just realized I have. No idea how I learned the majority of splatoon’s story

I haven’t played a second of either game (shooters stress me out 💔💔💔), the only reason I got into it is bc my best friend hyperfixated HARD in early high school and dragged me in... I’m guessing it was Lore Osmosis from them, but I can’t remember any specific moments of them telling me the story?? I remember sometimes scouring the wiki, like when I was first making Eva and wanted to know absolutely everything about sanitization, but I know I didn’t read up on anything for either hero mode story?? Where tf did I learn the plot ????

#rambles #in all likelihood it’s Probably just picking up the basic underlying plot from that friend’s ocs + stories #though I don’t remember them writing anything abt Callie getting squidnapped which ended up being a big part of my own story? #since it ties into rhett/ahato/drai’s whole subplot #so I have no idea where I got that knowledge from #I came into this world with splatoon already in my brain /j #I did not however retain any knowledge about actual game mechanics #what the fuck is a weapon don’t swear at me