#lyric snippets

[caffeinated-chaos-bean]

. W . I . P .

𝔗𝔥𝔢𝔶'𝔯𝔢 𝔰𝔞𝔶𝔦𝔫𝔤 𝔪𝔶 𝔫𝔞𝔪𝔢 𝔦𝔫 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔦𝔯 𝔭𝔯𝔞𝔶𝔢𝔯𝔰 𝔞𝔤𝔞𝔦𝔫… ℑ 𝔣𝔩𝔦𝔠𝔨𝔢𝔯 𝔱𝔥𝔢 𝔩𝔦𝔤𝔥𝔱𝔰 𝔰𝔬 𝔱𝔥𝔢𝔶 𝔲𝔫𝔡𝔢𝔯𝔰𝔱𝔞𝔫𝔡...

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𝔹𝕝𝕠𝕠𝕕𝕪, 𝕝𝕚𝕜𝕖 𝕒 𝕓𝕠𝕕𝕪 𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕥 𝕙𝕒𝕤 𝕕𝕚𝕖𝕕, 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕚𝕥'𝕤 𝕞𝕪𝕤𝕖𝕝𝕗 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕘𝕝𝕖𝕕 𝕚𝕟 𝕞𝕪 𝕠𝕨𝕟 𝕚𝕟𝕥𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕖𝕤

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Ƀᵾŧ ɏøᵾɍ føȼᵾs ɨs ɇmᵽŧɏ, ŧᵾnnɇł vɨsɨøn ŧħɇn đɇȺđ mɇ Ħønɇɏsᵾȼꝁłɇ Ⱥnđ fɍɇsħ mɇȺŧ, ƀᵾŧ Ɨ'm møɍɇ ŧħȺn ŧħȺŧ, møɍɇ ŧħȺn ŧħȺŧ

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lipŞ ໐f Şนງคr, i'๓ ๖rēคthiຖງ thē phēr໐๓໐ຖēŞ คງคiຖ ໐໐h-คh, ໐໐h-คh (คh)

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͐Y͐͐o͐͐u͐ ͐a͐͐r͐͐e͐ ͐t͐͐h͐͐e͐ ͐l͐͐i͐͐g͐͐h͐͐t͐ ͐I͐'͐v͐͐e͐ ͐b͐͐e͐͐e͐͐n͐ ͐s͐͐e͐͐a͐͐r͐͐c͐͐h͐͐i͐͐n͐' ͐f͐͐o͐͐r͐ ͐f͐͐o͐͐r͐͐e͐͐v͐͐e͐͐r͐ ͕F͕͕e͕͕e͕͕l͕͕s͕ ͕l͕͕i͕͕k͕͕e͕, ͕m͕͕a͕͕n͕, ͕I͕'͕v͕͕e͕ ͕r͕͕e͕͕a͕͕l͕͕l͕͕y͕ ͕n͕͕e͕͕v͕͕e͕͕r͕ ͕f͕͕e͕͕l͕͕t͕ ͕t͕͕h͕͕e͕ ͕r͕͕a͕͕i͕͕n͕

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ˢᵖⁱⁿⁿⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ʸᵒᵘʳ ˢⁱˡᵏ ᵃⁿᵈ ᵐᵒᵛⁱⁿᵍ ᵃˡˡ ᵒᶠ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᵉⁱᵍʰᵗ ˡᵉᵍˢ ᵀᵒ ᵇᵘⁱˡᵈ ᵃ ʷᵉᵇ ᵗʰᵃᵗ'ˡˡ ˢᵖʳᵉᵃᵈ ᵗʰʳᵒᵘᵍʰ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵒʳˡᵈ

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🅷🅾🆆 🅼🆄🅲🅷 🅱🅻🅾🅾🅳 🅲🅰🅽 🆈🅾🆄 🅳🆁🅰🆆 🆆🅸🆃🅷 🆈🅾🆄🆁 🅲🅻🅰🆆🆂 🅵🆁🅾🅼 🅰 🅵🅻🅴🆂🅷 🆃🅷🅰🆃'🆂 🅽🅾🆃 🆈🅾🆄🆁🆂?

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̷I̷'̷l̷̷l̷ ̷w̷̷r̷̷e̷̷c̷̷k̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷i̷̷f̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷c̷̷h̷a̷̷s̷̷e̷ ̷m̷̷e̷ ̷B̷̷u̷̷t̷ ̷I̷'̷l̷̷l̷ ̷b̷̷e̷ ̷s̷̷i̷̷l̷̷e̷̷n̷̷t̷ '̷t̷̷i̷̷l̷ ̷y̷̷o̷̷u̷ ̷c̷̷r̷̷o̷̷s̷̷s̷ ̷t̷̷h̷̷e̷ ̷l̷̷i̷̷n̷̷e̷

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Ｔ𝔀Ɨ丂𝐓𝑒𝓭 𝐚ᒪᒪ м𝔂 ᒪƗм๒丂 ⓕØя 𝔂Øย Ｔ𝔀Ø Øⓕ 𝐓𝓱𝑒м Ɨ𝐍 Ⓚ𝐍Ø𝐓丂 𝐚𝐍𝓭 𝐓𝔀Ø Øⓕ 𝐓𝓱𝑒м Ɨ𝐍 ᒪØØ卩丂

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Ẅḧÿ ÿöü äḷẅäÿṡ äċẗ ṡö ṡëṛïöüṡ? Ї ṡäïḋ, "Ḅäḅÿ ḅöÿ, ÿöü ḳṅöẅ Ї'ṁ öṅ ṁÿ ṗëṛïöḋ, " ÿëäḧ

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IT'ᔕ ᑎYᗰᑭᕼOᒪOGY, ᑎOT ᑭᔕYᑕᕼOᒪOGY ᗷE TᕼE ᗰᗩᑎIᑕ ᑭI᙭IE ᗪᖇEᗩᗰ GIᖇᒪ TᕼᗩT YOᑌ ᖴᑌᑕKIᑎ' OᑌGᕼT TO ᗷE

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(¯·._.··¸.-~*´¨¯¨·~-.In the womb, get me out now, I'm safe and I'm sound.-~´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸··._.·´¯) (¯·._.··¸.-~*´¨¯¨·~-.Cut the cord, I'm coming.-~´¨¯¨`*·~-.¸··._.·´¯)

#death #void #tunnel vision #faerie soiree #light shower #spider web #leeches #battle of the larynx #the contortionist #moon cycle #nymphology #evil #womb #melanie #martinez #melanie martinez #portals #portals era #lyrics #lyric snippets #fanart #lineart #wip #w.i.p #work in progress #my art #my artwork #digital #digital art #digital artwork

[songwritingsnippets]

This is my death wish

So Hang me high when

the day meets the night

I'm bleeding out in

In the kitchen sink

Are you deaf to me

You are dead to me

#lyric snippets #song writing snippets

[scratchybeardsweetmouth]

– i loved you first, i loved you first

#ted lasso #rebecca welton #tedbecca #ted lasso s1 #ted lasso s3 #samson by regina spektor #trueloveistreacherous #eddievedders #tedlassogif #entire song lyrics won't apply but this snippet might #also just wanted to gif again #on their trauma day no less T_T #manigif #tedlassoedit

[brooklynisher]

I was gonna say something relating to this post and so I went to look at the lyrics and I realized HEY

THOSE ARE NOT THE LYRICS

And I was really confused and then I remembered, "Wait, isn't this one of the really really really old songs that they've reworked"

And LO AND BEHOLD IT IS!

The Jon really possessed The Spine with this one

#I found this clip awhile ago actually #but as far as I can tell that small snippet is all we get #the rest are in these lyrics #I was wondering why this was so The Jon coded #I mean #it still doesn't make sense because it was The Spine's song #but The Jon probably influenced it quite a bit #my stuff #spg info #spg #steam powered giraffe #the spine spg #the jon spg #vintage!rabbit

[save-the-villainous-cat]

Hii, I'm here to drop a request~

Okay so, i have a thing for self-distrustive characters. Here's the idea: give me a self-harming hero who is too weak to act on it alone and willingly surrenders themselves to villain assuming (hoping maybe) they would torture them for information. Villain tho reluctant, doesn't hesitate to hurt the hero not too seriously tho. But for our self distrustive hero whatever the villain is doing is not enough to make them feel the relief they're seeking so~ let it slip out. Let them thoughtlessly cry out for more. And then give me a shocked villain. A concerned, regretful and lastly caring enough to treat their wounds villain. Give me an unresponsive to the villain's treatment hero. If you'd like to ass anything feel free <3

Much love to you friend, stay hydrated, we love you ~<33

It wasn’t like it didn’t hurt. 

It just didn’t hurt enough. That’s why the hoarse please had slipped from their tongue. And it was why the weak more followed. Judging from their actions, the villain hadn’t heard it right away but when the hero cried harder, the villain’s hands came to a stop. 

They’d broken three fingers, not to mention the shattered ankle. What had happened to their ankle had felt just but once the villain had moved on to their fingers, the hero had secretly begging them to break harder bones, like their collarbone or maybe even their ulna. It was sick, they knew it in their heart. It was maniacal and disturbing to feel like this.

Heroes were supposed to save people, even if their own well-being came in last. Saving themselves counted too.

The villain let go of their hand, eyes darting between the hero’s.

“What did you just say to me?” The villain’s hands went through the hero’s hair, getting a full grip of them, pulling them up.

The hero thought about their broken ankle. About how they wouldn’t be able to walk for weeks, maybe even a few months…? They always concentrated on the pain, rather than the period it took place in. By the time old pain faded, the hero always managed to get themselves into new trouble.

Letting injuries heal had never been an option. The villain let go of them.

It was hard. It was hard to lie there and accept their defeat, the fact that the villain had found out about their secret and more importantly, that they had stopped bruising the hero.

“Please,” the hero sobbed. “I can’t do this anymore.”

Their nose was running and their tears gathered together, falling down their cheeks like raindrops from the sky. Breathing was hard, their lungs felt frail from these past months and the world came crashing down around them.

When their sobs echoed from the walls, they felt truly defeated, humiliated, and the pain wasn’t enough to forget that. 

For a moment, nothing happened. Neither of them said anything. All that was left in the room were the villain’s questions and the quiet sobs the hero made. Feeling overwhelmed by the horribleness of it all, the hero rolled themselves into a little ball, crying into their torn sleeve. They were ready for everything. Ready to die, ready to be bled, to be beaten, anything.

“Hey, easy there.” Once again, the villain combed their fingers through the hero’s hair but this time it was much more gentle and softer, leaving the hero with the taste of bile on their tongue. They braced themselves for new pain, impatiently waiting for the lashing out and the violent actions but nothing of that sort came. Quite the opposite: the villain scratched their scalp softly. 

“Darling, what happened to you?” Their nails scraped across the hero’s skin, taking their time. It was oddly comfortable. Even though their muscles ached, they looked up at the villain crouching above them. 

“Please,” the hero begged again. “Please hurt me.”

The villain was silent, biting their inner cheek as if they were considering it. But when they answered with a tender “no,” all hopes the hero had were crushed. 

“Please.”

“You’re a mess. Hurting you seems to be what you want. I don’t want to give you what you want,” they explained. They wiped away a tear.  “Don’t mistake this for compassion. This is me controlling your desires. This is me taunting you.” 

They pulled the hero who had exhausted themselves and was completely defenceless into their arms. 

“And this is me wanting information. Why did you say that?” They held them close and embarrassingly enough, it dawned on the hero how touch-starved they were.

“I am so alone,” they whispered. They mumbled the words, not even believing their own mouth for saying it. No one was supposed to hear this.  “I am so alone.”

They started sobbing again. It was hopeless. The villain was the only comfort they had — even now that they weren’t hurting them.

“You will never be alone with me,” the villain said carefully. “I’ll make sure of that. Now, come on. Let’s treat your wounds.”

In all honesty, the hero had never done that. They weren’t sure if there were rules to it.

“If this is you taunting me,” the hero said, “then why do you want to treat my wounds?”

The villain gave them a grim look that didn’t leave room for protest.

“I’m asking the questions, not you.”

#I assume you meant destructive darling #have you ever watched beauty and the beast and seen the end titles where they thank Howard ashman for his work and have you ever called #your boyfriend after that and you were crying and he was like what happened so you told him that youre sad because Howard started the whole #disney renaissance with his lyrics and he died so young because of aids and his lyrics got a fucking Oscar but at that point he had died #already so he didnt even know that beauty and the beast had become the best Disney movie of all time past present and future and your #boyfriend just has to bite back his laugh because you didnt even know this guy and youre crying over him like #guys the Disney lore is too deep I could go on like this forever #writing snippet #heroxvillain prompt #heroxvillain snippet #heroes and villains #hero #villain #hero x villain #heroxvillain #an answer for an ask #request #whump

[averlym]

the one who pulls the strings (click for better resolution!)

from adamandi by @melliotwrites,, consider this my pitch to get you all to watch it

#beatrix valeria campbell #adamandi #this image was originally too big to save. but like im so tempted to print out the og as a poster to hide somewhere in my bedroom #anyway!!!! adamandi. im so obsessed. i have particular soft spots for vincent and bea they are my comfort characters i love when they appea #especially together. ''keep your deflections rehearsed''... aaah #shoutout to me being very normal (/sarc) about this in studio and showing it to my friends who were very indulgent with me #and also vastly entertained that i have yet again found another musical to obsess over!! shoutout also to my friend who saw bea and instant #instantly did The Face where its like. disbelieving smile. and then went #'' idk if i love her or if i want to be her'' #they're so gender. also on another note the whole asian roots things called out to me with lin!! like #the cutting fruit part in the ambrose entry had me screaming internally. oh my god cut fruit. oh my god ambrose Not Getting It. #anyway vincent's so real for all the biology references. science my beloved (<- i no longer takes bio and thus remember it fondly) #also the way they all only care about specific people-ish. i identify with that selfishness tbh. like it's good all my loved ones are stabl #bc vincent's ''this was all a gift for you''? in a darker universe probably me fr #anyways!!! stunning music and lyrics and bg and plot and costumes and acting!!! i cannot give a more glowing review akjdfhdsjk #so much of this lives rent free in my head. i have snippets of the songs memorised. #also shoutout to the shadows on the official adamandi poster.. the stained glass shadows for quincy and blood for vincent.. insane #now tag ramble about this one! highlights include i have been wanting to paint this for a Week and today i gave myself a Rest Day and got i #like this pose. went insane over it. help. the lighting. the pose. the strings #bea is such. lowkey manipulative girlboss i have so many thoughts. #trying to Not have spoilers here but! i like how the tips of the white strings in this little fanart of mine are a slight bit tinted :33 #also i moved the layout of the eye-boards a bit and added in strings of them hanging away. i realise in the original they are on stands. #but call this artistic liberties!! speaking of. for the textures it's photoshop noise filter + old paper + literally to my delight #one of the google images for. and i quote. ''old newspaper 1930 usa student'' that i then blurred out. and it looked so good!!! #journalist bea so beloved. i think i messed up the gloves a bit though :OO but nothing's perfect. #discovered this show on a 2am tumblr scroll and watched it thrice the next day as i did studio #the core message of. ''word to the wise- there's a whole world outside'' i am grasping so tight this exam season

[ghosttotheparty]

ok i have an idea but i don't feel like writing the whole thing as an actual fic so here's me talking ab famous!steddie

modern au where post upside down/saving the world eddie and corroded coffin gain popularity in the metal scene bc of eddies dropped murder charges and everything

steve and robin start making music too but it starts as just a way to make extra money; they play at local bars and cafes after leaving hawkins; steve writes songs and robin picks up piano and guitar p quickly (i assume w how good she is w languages shed be good w instruments too) but after a while she wants to stop when she gets a job so steve learns guitar himself and he keeps playing by himself

they both get big but they're in such different scenes (eddie is metal obv but steve is more like noah kahan midwestern loneliness vibes) that no one knows that they know each other but there's a consistent thing where ppl compare their lyrics and how similar they are

theres even a game ppl play on tik tok where they read some lyrics and ppl have to guess whose music its from (ppl know that eddie is the songwriter for cc and that steve writes his own music); their music both follow themes ab like mortality and lost faith and like kinda fantasy ish stuff (heroes and villains etc)

its not until theyre both present at some award show that ppl start wondering if they know each other; steve is being interviewed on the red carpet whatever but eddie walks by behind him and they both get kinda distracted watching each other pass bc they haven't seen each other in years and steve has to have the interviewer repeat the question; the clip of them looking at each other goes viral and ppl are speculating ab how their expressions change when they see each other (eddie almost smiles and his eyes widen a little, and steves lips part and he fully loses his train of thought until eddie is out of sight)

(and maybe steve wins something and someone catches eddie in the crowd just gazing at him w very wide eyes and a soft smile that looks almost fond)

and then a tik tok goes viral where some girl named madison hagan says she found her dads old high school yearbook and would you believe that eddie munson and steve harrington both went to hawkins high school and they were only a year apart and oh my god they totally recognized each other at that award show holy shit--

#someone write this i beg #i have too many wips to do it myself but i might write a snippet just to write some song lyrics #like maybe a tik tok of some kids playing that guessing game #steve harrington #eddie munson #eddie munson prompt #steve harrington prompt #stranger things #stranger things prompts #steddie prompt #famous!steddie

[obsessiveagony2point0]

Oh, boy, it's you... That I lie with... As the world caves in...

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🛑 SPOILER WARNING 🛑

If you haven't read or looked up anything on The Sandman past the show, then don't read the little ficlet below the cut line.

I had this thought... What if instead of Dream dying the way he did...his body faded into a flurry of poppy petals..

Throw in some Hob and Dreamling...

He's spilled family blood. One of the few rules of the Endless. And he knows he doesn't have much time. As soon as Orpheus stopped breathing he could feel his body changing. He immediately teleports himself to Hob's dream, which whatever was happening vanishes and in it's place is a white background with nothing but a worn couch and a coffee table that holds 2 wine glasses and a few bottle of wine. Hob is confused, but happy to see his once friend now love. They sit, and they drink, and Hob talks, but the immortal knows something is the matter. Dream...isn't fully here with him...less so than usual. So...he asks. To his surprise, Dream answers. And it's the most gut wrenching answer Hob has ever received. He doesn't understand why Dream must be punished for being merciful to his child and says, "There must be a way to stop this!" Dream shakes his head. It doesn't matter. His body is already shifting, fading. As he says this, Hob watches as a poppy petal floats off Dream's shoulder, leaving nothing but a see through hole, as if Dream were nothing more than empty husk. Hob stares at Dream, his heart aching. Tears sting his eyes as more petals drift from Dream, pieces of his love floating away and it feels as if he can't gather enough air in his lungs. He gently holds Dream's face, afraid touching him would cause the Being to disappear faster, but to his relief it does not. Instead, Dream presses his pale cheek against Hob's worn, calloused hand, crystal tears pooling in the corners of those blue eyes and floating away with the petals. He pulls Dream into a kiss, tears running down his face as he can feel through it how very thing the Being's presence is in his hands and against his lips. He feels the whisper of a touch brush up his jaw to his cheek and Hob knows it's Dream's hand. Hob releases Dream's lips and presses his forehead against his love's, the lump in his throat making it hard to breathe. He stared into those beautiful blue nebula's, but in the corner of his eye he can see more and more petals and can feel less and less of Dream. His heart nearly stops as those blue eyes close. An exhale of a sigh echoes around them and then...Dream's form is no more. A cloud of poppy petals is all that is in front of Hob, floating away into the emptiness of the dream. Hob reaches up after them. As the remaining petals in his presence leave, they wind and twist up his arm and hand, the softness of them like a lover's farewell touch before they float well out of his reach. He watches them for as long as he can, as best as he can, because his vision blurred from tears that didn't seem to stop. When they're out of sight, he whispers, "Goodnight, love..." Hob awakes to the darkness of his bedroom, tears pouring down his face. He turns on his side, curls into a ball, and sobs. Heaven shattering cries and sobs and screams that he doesn't bother trying to muffle. Why should he cover his pain...let the world hear. Let the world hear the mourning of an Endless.

#dreamling #obsessive_dreamling #dream of the endless #centennial husbands #hob gadling #digital art #digital artist #dream x hob #dream of the endless x hob gadling #sad Dreamling #angst drawing #angst dreamling #the Sandman spoilers #spoiler warning #I cried writing the little snippet #poppies are our dreamling flower #poppies #death of a character #Sarah Cothran - As The World Caves In #song lyrics #As the World Caves In

[infini-tree]

oo-OOH-ooh-ooh-ooh, ooh-OOH-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh-ooh,

#mells draws a thing #captain underpants #i WAS going to put in the lyrics for the thing i was listening to while drawing this but i don't want to explain why my #brainworms connected random snippets of lyrics to him (removed of all context). that being said. here's one of them -> #i was wrong and now i don't know what the right thing is / i leave it up to you what to do with this

[dollsuguru]

starting my curator!geto fic officially now! <3

#really want it to sound artistic bc obvi he’s an artist/art curator so i HOPE that comes through 😭 #also finally got the name of the fic down! i was lamenting for ages bc i couldn’t think of anything that was art-inspired #and then i listened to a song and in the lyrics… There It Was… shining like a beacon of light <3 #(funny bc the name has ‘shadow’ in it) #also by alter-ego you’ll see what i mean once i write more of the fic i promise that part will make sense 😭 #kenjaku exists in this fic almost like an Entity he’s not actually a person in this fic #it’s a no-curses au! just wanted to play w different facets of suguru’s personality is all :3 #why aren’t tags saving #oh now you save you bitch. #ANYWAYS. #editing me here: i’m already reworking this intro so it’s more descriptive and less choppy #but it’s hard bc i wanna use a bunch of descriptors but i don’t want it to be CLUNKY 😭 intro is beating my ASS rn #kenjaku has me against the ropes 😩🫦 #ignore the lipbite or don’t… but omfg… maybe I’M the tortured artist 😳😳😳 suguru step aside #double edit: the newer vision is so much better omfg i’m kinda gagged… #snippets #personal

[boxfivetrades]

the saddest most desperate proposal i’ve heard yet

#truly believe he died of a broken heart at the end this show #the anguish the desperation the grief </3 #poto west end #earl carpenter #also the way he splits up the phrasing! he just wants her to want him back in some way 🥺 #the actual lyric has no punctuation and it's so interesting to see how/what each actor emphasises #earl carpenter i am obsessed with you #audio snippets #say you'll share #week 5

[songwritingsnippets]

I need a deux ex machina

But maybe I could change my mind

Maybe I don’t need to forget

Maybe I just need to move on

But i’m the bigger person

I’m not taking the high road

I don't gonna love the haters

They can face the consequences

#lyric snippets #song writing snippets

[insufferable-homestuck]

im the face you have to face, mirroring your stare

#any snippet of lyrics from that song would work with them #homestuck #homestuck fanart #hom3stuck #dirk strider #dirk hs #hs dirk #lil hal homestuck #lil hal

[swinging-stars-from-satellites]

Patrick Stump, The "I" In Lie // old Fall Out Boy merch

#the fact that this specific topic is actually what I always read that song as and then I went to look up the lyrics for this comparison #and there's literally a snippet of an interview with Patrick on the genius page where #he LITERALLY SAYS ''this song is about being a sellout'' #going insane insane insane #patrick stump #soul punk #fob #Lu rambles #lyric comps #...kinda I guess??? #sp

[space-writes]

writing share tag

tagged by @winterandwords, thank you! here’s a snippet from an in-progress Obsession fic that, for the first time, isn’t in Vizaeth’s POV, ft @lawful-evil-novelist’s lovely OCs Rhylfein, Nadrak, and Welvryn. (Rhylfein my beloved <3 im always so grateful and delighted to get to play with him~)

no-pressure tagging @foxboyclit @hagscribes @nightwardenminthara and @britta-ashcroft

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“Come on, pretty boy. Look at me.” Illusions collapse in shivering ripples as Viz raises his head. Scars appear on his arms, old and familiar and unsurprising. But the magic doesn’t stop there, as it usually does. It ripples away upwards, and bruises appear on Vizaeth’s face; one on his cheekbone, the other stretching from eye to chin. His eyes are bloodshot. His lip is split and swollen. There’s a fresh new bitemark below his ear. “I’m going to kill him.” Vizaeth’s nails dig into Rhylfein’s hand. “You’re not going to touch him,” he hisses. “He’s mine. I’m his, he’s mine, he wants me and I…and we…” The sudden burst of intensity collapses, and he drops his head back to his knees. “You’re not going to touch him,” he repeats, tonelessly. “I’m going to cut his dick off and feed it to him, is what I’m going to do. Fucking rat bastard.” “What’s that? Thaezyr fucked a rat?” Nadrak calls. He’s grinning over the back of the chair he and Welvryn are sprawled in. He only said it to be a shit, but it has the intended effect. Vizaeth bolts to his feet, fists wreathed in bright teal necromantic energy, and he’s halfway through a blight spell before Rhylfein slaps a hand over his mouth. “Don’t. He’s not worth it.” “Oh, you mean he fucked Mizzrym,” Nadrak says. “That makes more sense. You’d rip yourself to shreds trying to fuck that familiar of yours. Then again, that seems like the kind of thing you’re into.” Vizaeth bites Rhylfein’s palm and in a swirl of red mist, snaps through the Weave right to Nadrak. Nadrak’s eyes go wide and he topples backwards off of both Welvryn and his chair, narrowly missing the table full of food. Viz vaults the chair, drawing an annoyed yell from Welvryn as he steps on him, and drops down to kneel on Nadrak’s stomach, snatching a knife from the table in the process. “Shut your filthy mouth,” he snarls. He’s got one hand wrapped around Nadrak’s throat, and Rhylfein figures they’ve got about ten seconds before they can add drow tongue to tonight’s menu.

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#writeblr #tag games #writing share tag #snippets #wip #fanfiction #obsession fic blogging #writing Rhylfein POV of Viz is so much fun #also bullying Viz is so much fun #im so sorry viz baby but it’s so entertaining to put you through the Horrors #c: vizaeth thaezyr #c: rhylfein dyrr #i need a title for this fic that isnt just 'sorcere sleepover' #im sure i'll find a sleep token lyric to steal once im done drafting it #viz is at any given moment thirty seconds away from just trying to massacre all of sorcere and killing himself in the process at this point #im just tagging half the gang because. well. i want to see your words #show me your fic boy

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"i think i fell in love with you at first sight"

#the love of my life #lyrics are from my fav kth1 snippet (other than the travel with me song) #taehyung #kim taehyung #bts v #taehyung photo folio #bangtan #taechnological #bts