#eternity in your arms

[yourfavealbumisgender]

Eternity, In Your Arms by Creeper is Bisexual!

#album #eternity in your arms #bisexual #bi #creeper #creeper cult #will gould #ian miles #oliver burdett #sean scott #hannah greenwood #horror punk #punk rock #gothic rock #emo

[black-mass-things]

creeper really just wrote like 9 songs about goth girls with black hair and 2 songs about being sad and were like “no no no there’s a plot it’s about this guy named James Scythe and his dead wife and this cult with weird back patches and it’s like a Peter Pan story” no there isn’t William calm down

#creeper cult #will gould #creeper band #nothing that creeper released between 2015 and 2017 makes any sense to me from a plot perspective #someone please explain #they’re great songs but they don’t form a concept #like who’s Suzanne?????? who’s Madeline????????? I read the book this guys wife was named Mary who are these other people #I can follow SDIV I know what’s going on in SDIV no fucking clue what’s happening in eiya or any of the EPs #eternity in your arms #creeper

[labellepetitefleursauvage]

If you could see the wreck I am these days

you'd have new reasons to stay away

Just hold my hand for a little while

Misery never goes out of style

#thick thighs #tattoo #creeper #eternity in your arms #misery #Spotify #it’s me

[talktomeinclexa]

Eternity In Your Arms

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Biting and Blood (I mean, it's a vampire story...)

Status: WIP (1/2)

Summary: How far will Clarke go to save her dying brother? Will she dare make a deal with a creature of the night as beautiful as she’s ancient?

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Chapter 1: The Monsters Come At Night

“Get out of here,” the large man yelled, his rubicund face red with anger.

He didn’t dare to grab the girl, too afraid of catching the plague decimating her family one member at a time. His tone, however, would have made a weaker soul cower — someone who still had something to lose.

“Please,” the maiden begged, the resolve in her eyes contrasting with her voice weak from lack of food. “Winter is almost here. We need blankets, furs, anything that will protect us from the cold.”

The merchant stepped forward, using his superior size to force her back. “To hell with you! You’ll scare away the customers. Leave before my whip finds your skin.”

Defeated, the young woman fled the stall and its heartless owner. She hurried down the village’s dirt roads, her head low and a shawl covering her blond hair as best as possible. Stubbornly, she refused to let her tears fall, even when children recognized her and threw old tomatoes at her to chase her away. She endured their parents’ contempt and fear-rooted hatred without flinching; those ignorant little monsters were nothing to her.

Once she was out of Arkadia, the glares and threats mercifully ended. The villagers rarely went out once the sun began to disappear behind the trees, and none ever took the narrow path leading to her hut.

Clarke headed for the forest first, her stomach growling under her thin dress. She hadn’t eaten anything since a handful of roots for supper the night before. Another day like that, and she would collapse, too exhausted to continue.

For a moment, she considered lying on the cold ground, face turned toward the sky, and closing her eyes. Bending under the weight of her sorrows and finding the eternal respite she craved. The rest she deserved after taking care of her sick parents for months, after all the efforts she put in only to bury her father and then her mother. If God had any mercy left, He would reclaim her soul quickly and without pain, pulling it from under her gaunt face with a strong gust of wind.

“Not yet,” she growled, forcing herself to take another step between the trees. She couldn’t give up, not when one person remained, counting on her.

Fate wasn’t done with her, it seemed. A dead rabbit lay in the snare she had placed in the morning. A small gesture, but enough to feed the two Griffins and give her the strength to get up the following day. Foxes and wolves abounded in the forest, and she untied the carcass and pocketed it before they came to fight her for it. She repositioned the trap with care — hopefully, there would be another rabbit in the morning — and returned home.

They hadn’t always lived in the crude hut. Long ago, when her parents still drew breath, they owned a house near the center of Arkadia. With her father working as an architect and her mother as a healer and a midwife, they had enough to be comfortable. Everyone knew the Griffin family could be relied on, and their neighbors didn’t hesitate to visit them often. Until Jacob Griffin caught the plague while working in the city.

Her mother did everything in her power to stop or slow the disease, to no avail. Soon, Abigail became sick, too, leaving Clarke to care for both of them. And when Jacob died and the news of their affliction spread, they became pariahs. Shun by the village, the young woman and her brother had no choice but to move to that abandoned cabin at the edge of the forest.

They buried their mother two weeks later, away from the grotty habitation, hoping to rid themselves of the disease. Alas, their precaution wasn’t enough.

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#clextober2022 #clextober22 #31nightsofclextober #idea 4 creatures of the night #clexa #clexa fanfic #clarke griffin #vampire lexa #Eternity In Your Arms

[deadratinhotcar]

She’s in your jeans but I don’t care.

You were my dream, now my nightmare.

#music #creeper #creeper cult #eternity in your arms #Spotify

[send-her-to-heaven]

🥀𝕰𝖙𝖊𝖗𝖓𝖎𝖙𝖞, 𝖎𝖓 𝖞𝖔𝖚𝖗 𝖆𝖗𝖒𝖘🥀

#creeper #creeper band #creeper cult #eternity in your arms #the callous heart #the stranger #will ghould #fashion #enamel pins #leather jacket #goth girl

[senorboombastic]

Album Review: Creeper - Sanguivore

Words: Ben Forrester Despite being victims to a lockdown album release in 2020, Southampton punk rock gang Creeper did not let the pandemic deter them. They made sure that they saw out the release of their brilliant second LP by stepping into arenas with Alice Cooper and The Cult, as well as frolicking around Europe with My Chemical Romance, not to mention playing their biggest headline shows to…

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#Album Review #American Noir #Birthday cake for breakfast #Creeper #Eternity In Your Arms #Further Than Forever #Sacred Blasphemy #Sanguivore #Sex Death and The Infinite Void #Spinefarm Records #Teenage Sacrifice #Tom Dalgety #Will Gould

[puppetmaster13u]

Prompt 268

Fright Knight sighs, running a clawed hand through his hair in an attempt to stop the flames from flickering into being. It had been far too long since he had taken a human-ish form. His human-ish form. Ugh. He didn’t exactly care for his human form after so long as a ghost, but needs must he supposed. 

Especially with the whole, we’re going to punch a backdoor into the literal daycare part of the Infinite Realms and be surprised when literal toddlers go exploring. 

Well, at least it got him off of guard duty for a bit, which was relieving. Not that he didn’t love the darkness, but it got boring in the shadow of his sword for literal centuries with nothing else happening. He was a warrior for Realm’s sake! Borderline an Ancient in both power and age! He wasn’t meant to stay so still for so long. 

So while ghostling wrangling wasn’t exactly in his area of expertise, he could definitely gather them back up to the Realms. And deal with the curs who had decided to attack literal babies. 

The Daycare area was already understaffed due to just how large it was, and the one in charge of this section had practically sobbed to the Council (In another world they would have been put on hold for a century in line for their concerns, and then more once a Sarcophagus was opened, but they had told the other ghosts in distress, causing others to let them go up in said line) how they were almost certain they had felt at least one core form Outside the realms thanks to the breach. 

Which had understandably put everyone at an uproar. 

So here he was slipping between shadows to do reconnaissance and take stock of if any Ghostlings had left the city. And gently scruffing those he comes across in exasperation because what are you doing, ghostling? Look at the mess, what would your caretaker say? 

#Danny Phantom #Prompts #Fright Knight #Shadow Core Fright Knight #Space Core Danny #Very fae-elf vibes for FK’s human-ish form #POV you’re an Amity Parker & this Tank of a man (being?) appears & grabs the ghost & scolds them like a child #Yes this includes Phantom #FK: Where is your caretaker ghostling? #Phantom (ready to fight & very wrong-footed now): My what #FK: #FK: oh no Sir Yaya was right this ghostling is newly formed- #Ghost Hunters: *Shooting* #FK with an armful of ghostlings: Were it not for the presence of literal infants I would kill you where you stand & #trap you in your worst nightmare for eternity while your body decays around you #Let FK have glowy tattoos i beg of thee #FK returning to the Zone to find another toddler (Vlad) that also formed Outside & also sickly at the Keep: I am going to scream #Accidental Dad Knight #More like the preschool teacher gathering up everyone from a field trip lol #Nightmare has bags on her side to carry the ghostlings in but several won't let go of FK now that they've been shot at again #Kerian “Rian” Fright Knighte: *So close to fighting the humans even with the Rules*

[bestbonnist]

"finally caught the bitch whos been ruining my life"

#fumetsu no anata e #to your eternity #to you the immortal #fnae #tye #kahaku #kahak #original post #art #my art #this is meant to go with the scene where he gets wasted and tries to cut his arm off but it really could go anywhere

[ballpitwitch]

The Matrix Resurrections: Featurettes

#mom said it's my turn on the old man #Keanu Reeves #kreevesedit #keanuedit #* #dude's got limbs like one of those wacky waving inflatable tube men #that's a long boi #pls just let me hold one (1) of those catchers mitts you call hands #me 5'4": i will pick him up #im a vegetarian but my kfc order's gonna be 2 thighs #no one: keanu: 🤘 #why is he eternally boyfriend shaped #i really need to rest #i need him in a way that's concerning to feminism #EYE CRINKLES #THEY ARE A SOURCE OF LIFE #i love arm #that's a smiley boy #are you even alive if it doesn't want to make you smile back i don't think so #i will give you 43 cents and a cookie if you let me play with your hair #but im open to negotiate payment #a man's collarbone can turn me into a victorian gentleman who just got a glimpse of an ankle #keke pls

[kiigan]

"in an hour of need" prompts @auburniivenus requested: [ KISS ]: sender, after being cared for by the receiver, breaks the tension that's been building since they walked through the door, and pulls them in for a kiss.

Am I being dramatic again,

ㅤhe'd asked, body moving of its own accord to catch in arms her slender frame; bring close, care for, protect. As though ingrained in his very genetic code from birth. Her gaze had spoken volumes, then, eyes in the loveliest shade of honey-brown alight with a blend of surprise, amusement, and the tiniest bit of awkwardness. Something she excels at, to never be prepared to acknowledge how wonderful she is, how worthy of everything good this world has to offer, and that he's adamantly taken upon himself to remind her of. With words, actions, and, yes, occasionally with potentially exaggerated reactions. What are Uchihas without their melodrama, after all.

ㅤIn his defense, other than obsessiveness meticulous prudence, there have been tales that lack a happy ending, of health matters apparently too small and too unassuming that evolve into actual tragedy, precisely, due to such lack of care. Ignore a sneeze and next week it'll morph into pneumonia, overlook a cut and next week you'll be amputating an arm ripe with infection. Uchiha dramatics, through and through. So what if he might have overreacted on account of a sprained ankle? If Sasuke shall never truly escape the clutches of an overprotective big brother, so shall Orihime be equal parts blessed and cursed with a lover who'll shake earth and skies alike upon her smallest inconvenience.

As far as Itachi is aware, she very much indulges.

ㅤWith the brief walk through the village behind them, now safely tucked inside the cozy walls of their shared home, that's when he eventually relaxes - as much as such a verb can ever be applied to the ANBU captain. Some further steps and he's tenderly setting her down on the bed, the words unspoken yet the intention so loud in the air around them it might as well be heard all the way over by Sunagakure. That he expects her to rest for the remainder of the day; ideally, the remainder of the week. The remainder of the month, if the hospital directors can so kindly be persuaded; if not, then why else is he blessed with such extreme proficiency in the arts of genjutsu?

ㅤBefore chance comes for him to go fetch her some extra cushions and a comforting cup of tea, however, delicate hands that reach for his face so impossibly gently give him pause. And, again, before chance is allowed to process the movement and much less react to it, their lips meet so eagerly, so hungrily that, by the time his princess allows him to pull back again, Itachi is left visibly breathless. So very much not complaining, despite confusion now written all over his features; previous purpose actually forgotten and drowned in the taste of her left all over his mouth. And it's almost endearing, how effortless it is for her to command his best sense. Like a puppy quietening down, he kneels on the floor beside and rests his head on her lap with a sigh of pure bliss.

«...I may have forgotten what I intended to say next.»

#auburniivenus #[auburniivenus] my dream in your arms; to continue in eternity #[verse] in those arms; carrying all the dreams as you can #me shamelessly basing this on that gifset you found for us? yes~

[labellepetitefleursauvage]

Approaching midnight in teenage twilight

Black hair and skinny jeans alert your parent’s porch light

Oh, when we met last spring we had such a pretty thing

We fade like a Polaroid

I’m all the things you were taught to avoid

I’m clothes you never wear, I’m yours but you don’t care

#creeper #eternity in your arms #hiding with boys #Spotify

[talktomeinclexa]

Eternity in Your Arms

By: TalktomeinClexa

Rating: Mature

Warnings: Blood and Bites

Status: Complete (2/2)

Summary: How far will Clarke go to save her dying brother? Will she dare make a deal with a creature of the night as beautiful as she’s ancient?

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Chapter 2: With Their Hearts as Hard as Clay

The moon floated high in the sky, illuminating the town square with its pale beams. Not that Lexa needed the white crescent or any source of light to see where she stepped. She moved as a shadow, her feet making no sound against the cobblestones.

Nose sniffing the air, she followed the sickeningly dry, sweet scent of blood, her heart heavy with regrets. She should have known better than to go hunting and leave Gustus in charge of her protegee. The former familiar meant well and was devoted heart and soul to her and the clan, yet he lacked the patience to handle the young vampire.

At least this time, she picked a remote house, Lexa thought as she reached the town’s edge, the buildings growing further apart. She had no intention of reliving the massacre of three years before, when the rest of the village had woken to the cries and come to investigate. By the time it was over, the clan had to set the whole place on fire to hide the bodies and move to a different province. Anya was insufferable for weeks.

The inside of the last house was suspiciously quiet. Despite her superior hearing, Lexa couldn’t detect a sound. No snoring, mumbling, or even breathing tickled her senses: nothing but the overwhelming smell of blood permeating the air and making her fangs ache.

 She knew what to expect. They had gone through this situation enough times that the scene shouldn’t have surprised her. Still, when she pressed open the ajar door and took a few steps, a soft gasp left her mouth at the sight greeting her.

The family hadn’t had time to leave the large bed they shared by the hearth before Death swooped down on them, cutting their existences short.

The two little girls lay on their sides, throats torn open, the upper part of their nightdresses no longer white but crimson. Their eyes stared blankly at the ceiling, frozen in a grimace of surprise and fear.

Next to them, their mother had one arm wrapped around the youngest girl in a desperate attempt to protect her. A commendable yet vain effort. She, too, lay in a pool of her own blood, the wound on her neck so deep the head remained attached only by a flap of skin.

Her husband hung by the edge of the bed, his legs trapped under the blankets holding his body back while his head touched the floor. One of his arms was missing, ripped clean off. Lexa spotted it by the opposite wall, next to a hunting knife. Had he heard the door open and tried to protect his family? Hopefully, he had been the first to die, sparing him the agony of watching his loved ones perish.

Not many throughout history could boast about surprising a vampire. Even the greenest hunter knew not to underestimate the supernatural speed and senses of a Natblida — as they called themselves. Stronger than a bear, faster than a panther, and deadlier than both. Yet, Lexa was so stunned by the gory scene before her that she didn’t notice the presence in the corner until a sniffle broke through her daze.

Turning her head slowly to not aggravate the predator, she relaxed her posture as she took in the crouched form pressed against the wall.

Clarke remained prostrate, her head hanging low as sobs shook her shoulders. Her loose hair, mated with blood, partially hid her face, her cheeks and mouth barely visible through the red curtain. Ignoring her companion, she focused her attention on the small body cradled in her arms.

Despite herself, Lexa flinched when Clarke bit her own wrist, desperately trying to make the boy swallow a few drops of her blood. The elders had forbidden turning someone so young long before, children vampires going insane after centuries stuck in their juvenile bodies. Not that she had reason to fear Clarke would suffer the punishment for such a crime. The boy was dead, half of his throat missing.

“Clarke,” she tried softly, her heart breaking in her chest at the wail that answered her. “It is over.”

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#clextober2022 #idea 4 creatures of the night #vampire lexa #vampire clarke #31nightsofclextober #eternity in your arms

[titan-god-helios]

fuck, audhd burnout is a bitch.

#i can barely move my body without it feeling like a herculean task right now #my arms and fingers and legs feel like lead #my brain wants to do nothing but sleep for eternity #and everything is loud #so loud #i hate knowing i’m in burnout but not being able to do anything about it because im not diagnosed #i know exactly what i need but i cant get it its just out of my reach #and i wonder if i’m going to just self-destruct one day #if i’m going to be stuck in burnout for another three years on top of what feels like has already been a couple years in it #i feel like crying #not a hard cry #i dont even have energy for that #but the type where you sit there staring at nothing #sitting very still whilst tears just fall out of your eyes #i cant speak i dont want to speak i never want to go to school in person again i never want to open my mouth again #i never want to interact with another human being in person ever again apart from a very select few #im so sick of this #and sometimes i wish i could believe in god #any god would be alright #but i cant #thatd be lying to myself #cause i personally simply just do not believe that gods could exist outside of fantasy #but it leaves me with nothing to believe in #and thats tiring in itself #i want to stay on the bus #an empty bus #listening to music as it takes me who knows where #touring the city aimlessly #forever #i think that would fix me

[send-her-to-heaven]

I can’t lie, as much as I love Sanguivore, I miss this era and The Stranger 😭✌🏻

#creeper #the stranger #eternity in your arms

[quietwingsinthesky]

thinks about child-but-growing-fast amara and lucifer in the same room and gets ill.

#im gonna get called a homestuck again im SORRY its a good trope #she’s not his mom but she is. older than him and older than god and a being he helped imprison. #and the effects of that. here and now. are that she is so weak she has to relearn how to exist. #that she has to eat souls. tear them out one by one. you have to imagine that lucifer once saw her devour whole galaxies on a whim. #back when everything was moving in constant flux between destruction and creation. you have to imagine. #what is it to see her like this. is it pitiable. awful. comforting because she can’t hurt him right now and if he struck first maybe she #never could? #would he think about this moment this experience later when he’s made human. when he experiences a similar powerlessness. #anyway. lucifer gets out of the cage and trashes crowley’s place to kidnap his aunt-who-is-baby-right-now #u know me i love when characters go on the run together. what a weird little bond they’d form. #how do you overcome the anger at someone who helped cage you for eternity? does it help to know he didn’t escape your fate just because he #helped seal it when it was you? do you think they trade cage stories. #do you think lucifer tells her about how michael is still trapped in there and when he goes quiet. it’s not him who says he’s glad michael #knows what it’s like. it’s amara who says it. with an anger older than time. bitter enough to sting. #arms curled around herself because she’s hungry now. always hungry. tries not to think about what lucifer would taste like. (powerful) #sitting on a bench together watching people (souls. meals.) walk by. talking about prisons. talking about justice. maybe. or revenge. same #thing. and amara is leaning against him coiled tight through every muscle in her body and so so hungry. and when she says she’s glad michael #is suffering she isn’t really talking about him. but when she says it. lucifer lets out a breath. and says. me too. #and then he goes to find her something(one) to eat. #u see my vision. u do.