#howl florence

[ourstaturestouchtheskies]

A Wolf – Jan Fyt // Howl – Florence + the Machine

[subskz]

Rin!! What kinds of role-plays do you think each member likes, or is their favorite? From plot, to costumes, and all of that. Like maid/mistress, boss/employee, nurse/patient, professor/student, officer/prisoner, etc.

what a fun question hehe i had a good time thinking of these 😽

chan - this is almost solely bc of that one fancall where he told a stay “please arrest me” lmao but officer/prisoner! i can see channie leaning into his cheekier side for this and purposely dodging your questions w a playful giggle, grinning up at you and whining “i don’t know~” all airheaded and innocent. but he also fits the obedient role perfectly. he’d go absolutely crazy for scenes where you’re “interrogating” him while he’s tied to a chair, completely at ur mercy as you give him head or ride him until he can’t form a coherent sentence. he’d also love being handcuffed and bent over the interrogation desk as a way to “get information” from him

lino - strangers! this is the perfect roleplay for minho bc he loves to tease and seduce you. he loves the chase, but at the same time he’s very guarded and wouldn’t actually want to give himself to someone he doesn’t know. so pretending to be strangers who meet out in public, striking up a convo, flirting w each other and working each other up until you take him back to “your place” excites him like nothing else. he’d pull out all his charms like he’s really trying to win you over, and he definitely turns his bratting up to a 100 too. he might even pretend to flirt w others just to see how long you can keep up the act before dragging him home and fucking him senseless. he’s so passionate n obsessive he really makes it feel like you’re discovering each other’s bodies for the first time

binnie - royalty/knight!!! oh i think binnie would absolutely love playing out any role that involves him being your loyal protector or bodyguard of some sort. it makes him feel so strong and proud while simultaneously getting to serve you, meeting your every beck and call without question…he’s your valiant knight who everyone fears but falls to his knees for you in an instant. he’ll kneel at your bedside to give you head or even offer to be your “throne” himself. he loves to worship your body and and will gush abt how he’d do anything for you and let you use him however you please, as long as he gets to be by your side. he also loves to hear you say how brave and strong he is and how good he makes you feel, like he was made only for your pleasure~

hyunjin - photographer/model or artist/muse! in the case of photography he’d like to be the model w you in charge of his photoshoot, snapping pictures of him and ordering him to take certain poses, gradually getting more suggestive w them and telling him to remove more clothes. he’d be so cute playing coy when you tell him to spread his legs and lean back so you can capture just how hard he’s become. his favorite is when you take pictures before and after completely wrecking him. for artist/muse, you’re his muse! it starts out innocent enough w him shyly admiring you as he paints you, until he slowly lets his imagination wander to bad places and you catch the twitching bulge in his pants. ofc it ends w you teaching him a lesson for being such a pathetic pervert

jisung - nurse/patient! hannie adores this type of roleplay bc it’s the perfect excuse for him to be coddled and cared for to his heart’s content. he really plays up the role of your helpless patient who’s in such a weak state that the only thing that can nurse him back to health is you <3 you can also add an inspection kink into the mix, w you carefully examining every part of his body as he gets progressively squirmier and more turned on basking in your attention until he’s leaking through his hospital gown. you press your hand to his hot face and murmur sympathetically that he’s definitely got a terrible fever, and you have just the cure~ the only way to get rid of all the pain in his body is to drown him in pleasure instead

felix - maid/mistress! he gets so excited abt dressing up in a cute classic maid outfit w thigh highs and a frilly headband! he loves feeling your eyes glued to him as he cleans up around you, barely holding back his giggles when he bends over so you can catch a glimpse of the lingerie he’s wearing under his skirt. he really plays up the innocent act to pretend like he’s seducing you completely on accident, and he’d be sooo surprised when you flip his skirt up and bend him over the coffee table. he’d also love to do his chores w a vibrating plug inside of him that you have the remote for, so you can turn up the setting while he’s carrying a tray to make his shaky hands drop it or make him knock over a vase bc his knees buckled, then punish him for being so clumsy

seungmin - boss/employee! smth abt seungmo fits that disciplined workplace sub so well. he buys the most well-tailored suit that fits his body proportions so perfectly so he can look irresistible for you as he carries out all the tasks you give him. it can go one of two ways, w him being a model employee who gets called into your office to be rewarded by you for always performing so well, or he could get punished for making mistakes, even smth as small as dropping a stack of important files or spilling coffee. either way he ends up on his knees for you, legs spread as you step on his bulge through his slacks, or kneeling under your desk to give you head as you work <3 he esp loves when you “take phonecalls” while fucking him

jeongin - professor/college student! this makes for the perfect scenario to incorporate corruption/dumbification which both fit innie so well. sometimes you play out the cliche of him being a desperate, failing student who’s willing to do anything to pass your class. he plays the role insanely well, so wide-eyed and nervous, but very eager to prove himself to you and do whatever you ask of him to earn a good grade. he starts off acting so innocent, stammering out things like “are you sure this is okay? it’s so dirty” but by the end of it he’s on your desk sweaty and covered in his own cum and still moaning for more. he’d also love scenarios where you’re actually teaching him, showing him how to give head properly, where to touch you, how to move his hips and fuck you like a good boy <3

[flowerytale]

Florence and The Machine, from “Howl”

[taylortruther]

this must be the place (naive melody) by the talking heads / howl by florence + the machine / object permanence by nicole sealey

[bourbon-ontherocks]

Bonus:

#Florence & Antoine + H U G G I N G L'ART DU CRIME

[bluebellhairpin]

Songs by women for women with howling vocals >>>>

[scribbling-dragon]

until i wrap myself inside your arms, i cannot rest

summary:

Some of the dirt shifts, the sound of something metal sinking into the dirt. It breaks through the veil of silence he had draped over himself, the sound rooting him back in reality. It drags him back so harshly that he’s left disorientated and dizzy.

The sound comes again, and more of the soil caves inwards.

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He’d managed to slip away from Joel five minutes into their small chase, ducking behind a bush and watching the other rush past, eyes gleaming red and still hunting, following the path Scott had abandoned as soon as he could.

He can feel his heart racing in his chest still, beating hard and fast, almost enough to make him light-headed. His racing heart refuses to slow, even with the walls on each side of him, enclosing him safely inside the bunker he’d dug for himself, as soon as he was sure he wasn't being followed. He doesn't know what’s happening, his comm silenced as soon as it became clear that the hunt wasn't over when he managed to slip away- any tiny sound, some other person dying, would be all it took to give him away.

He hasn't been able to bring himself to check it again, certain that the moment he takes his eyes off the closed entrance, even just to glance away, will be the moment someone bursts through and sticks a sword through his chest.

His chest tightens at the thought, the scarred remains of his death at Martyn’s hands aching with the reminder. He curls a little tighter on himself, shivering as the cold rock continues to leech heat from him. He didn't have much to begin with, but now his hands are losing feeling, fingers turning more and more numb the longer he sits here, watching the entrance, waiting for when someone begins to dig through the hastily packed dirt, suspicious of how fresh it probably looks from outside.

The ceiling trembles above him and he stiffens, tucking his limbs a little closer to himself, curling up smaller as though that would hide his presence if someone were to find his hidey hole. He hates this- hates the feeling of cowering in a corner, but he hadn't been able to think of any other solution. He can't take on the entire server, not when he doesn't know where his ally is- doesn't know where Martyn is, doesn't even know how he is.

Some dirt loosens from the ceiling, pattering quietly onto the ground in front of him. It spills in a small pile. He swallows, heart beginning to race even faster, heart thumping uncomfortably loud in his ears- he wouldn't be able to hear voices even if he strained his ears, wouldn't be able to hear anything, nothing at all, over the thumping, thrumming of blood in his ears.

He grips his sword, wraps a hand around the hilt, but doesn't pull it from where it rests. If he drags it, the sound will alert the person outside. The grinding of the sword against stone would be loud enough for many people to hear. Except for Scott, because Scott can't hear anything, nothing, over the roaring of blood in his ears. Nothing over the rushing of air in his lungs- not enough, not enough, never enough. He feels as though he’s drowning, but even that’s impossible now. He can't drown anymore, can't drown at all, not even if he tried.

But he still feels like he’s drowning on land, air rushing in and out of his lungs uselessly. He abandons the grip on his sword, clenching his hand into a fist in an effort to stop its shaking. He clamps his hand over his mouth next. His breathing is too loud, echoing in his ears. Echoing around the hidey hole, bouncing off the walls and practically screaming out his location to whoever’s prowling around outside.

He clamps his hand harder over his mouth, hoping that the person outside moves past, moves away. He doesn't want to be seen like this. Doesn't want to be seen huddled in a corner and panicking over the slightest of sounds, unable to even lift a weapon to defend himself- he should be fighting, should be lunging for his attacker first, striking first and striking hard. Hitting hard enough that they don't get the opportunity to strike back.

He doesn't. He sits and shakes, watching the entrance with poorly controlled breaths and the sound of blood rushing in his ears.

Some of the dirt shifts, the sound of something metal sinking into the dirt. It breaks through the veil of silence he had draped over himself, the sound rooting him back in reality. It drags him back so harshly that he’s left disorientated and dizzy.

The sound comes again, and more of the soil caves inwards.

It’s enough motivation to pull himself back together, surging to his feet and grabbing his sword from the ground. It scrapes along the rock with a loud sound, like a whetstone against a blade, sharpening it for battle. He grips the hilt of it until his knuckles turn white, raising it in front of him.

More soil shifts, more soil is removed. He can hear it thumping onto the ground as it is tossed aside, shovelled away from his hastily blocked entrance and exit- he should have made a second exit, should have dug further into the earth and escaped underground.

He waits, holds his breath, counts. Listens.

The shovel sinks into the soil again. Soil cascades inwards, spilling over the roughly hewn floor. Scott doesn't stop to stare at it, doesn't wait to see if it falls in a pattern, doesn't wait to see how it gathers.

He lunges through the entrance it creates, shoving at his assailant with his full body weight behind it, sending them both toppling to the ground. His assailant grunts at the impact, stilling beneath him as Scott presses his sword to their throat, leaning close enough so they can see his face when he kills them.

It’s dark, darker than he thought it would be. Even in the darkness, his eyes adjust, the shadows form shapes that are more familiar to him- skeletal trees grasping at the sky and shrubbery clinging to the thin soil.

Martyn’s eyes flash in the light too, catching a small glimpse of moonlight before it fades away again. Scott lurches backwards with a gasp, dropping his sword as he scrambles backwards and away.

Martyn’s on his feet a moment later, leaning over him, worry painting his features as he grips Scott’s shoulders. He shudders at the contact, head dropping as he exhales completely, breath gusting out of him in one go, until he’s light-headed, everything spinning around them.

He slumps, going boneless. If Martyn chooses, in this moment, to kill him, to take advantage of this weakness, Scott doesn't think he’ll be able to hold it against him- he’d rather it was Martyn. Would always rather it was Martyn than anyone else. For his time to be given to someone he trusts.

Martyn clears his throat, still gripping his shoulders. The sound is awkward, enough to make Scott look up at Martyn. “Did you want to go back inside?” Martyn asks. They stare at each other for a long moment. “Alright, let’s go inside.”

Martyn pulls him to his feet, hands cupped beneath his elbows. His legs don't seem willing to support his weight anymore and he stumbles, tripping over nothing but air and grass, stumbling into Martyn. And Martyn is warm. Far warmer than he is right now, heat practically exudes from the man- he’s like a furnace.

And Scott doesn't think he can be blamed for sinking into that warmth, for clinging closer to it. His fingers are numb, but he curls his hands into Martyn’s shirt anyway, leaning against him and soaking up the warmth that Martyn gives him.

“I thought you were dead.” He says, not thinking of his words before he speaks.

Martyn laughs, small and quiet. “I thought you were dead too, that it just hadn't shown up, for whatever reason.”

“Takes more than the whole server to kill me,” he jokes. His legs feel a little more cooperative than they were a few moments earlier. “Haven't you heard? I'm practically unkillable.”

“It’d take some serious dedication to kill you,” Martyn agrees. He steps backwards, carefully lifting his feet over the pile of dirt, pulling Scott along with him. The cave beyond is much smaller with two people occupying it, and the light of his singular torch, flickering miserably in one corner, looks wan and watery. It looks a little pathetic, and Scott can't help but be a bit embarrassed by the obvious desperation here.

Martyn shivers, pulling his shirt a little tighter around himself. Not that it does much in covering him up further. The buttons stop about halfway up the shirt- really, it’s not at all practical in staying warm. Or for anything at all, far too many floating edges to get caught.

Martyn starts to draw back, begins to pull away from him. Scott catches his shirt, clenches it tight in his hands, pulls Martyn closer. “Where are you going?” He asks, tilting his head to the side.

“Nowhere far,” Martyn says. He doesn't relax his grip on Martyn’s shirt, continuing to watch him.

“I thought you’d died,” he says, gaze dropping away from Martyn’s eyes for a moment, before darting back upwards. “I thought that I was being hunted, that every shadow was out to get me, that everyone was hiding, waiting for me to emerge.”

“But I was the one that found you.” Martyn breathes, leaning closer. He can feel the warmth of Martyn’s skin through his shirt- it really is too thin for there to be any benefit to wearing it. It’s completely see-through when wet and partly see-through the rest of the time. “That’s a good thing, isn't it?”

“Not if you're attempting to leave as soon as you can.”

“I wasn't going to leave,” Martyn’s hands drop to rest at his waist, the weight of his hands barely registering over the warmth seeping into his skin, brushing over his scales. He has to remember not to move his tail, still unused to the extra appendage. No point in giving himself away so easily, not when Martyn still watches him with some amusement, as though he can tell how much Scott wants to sway into him and his warmth.

“Then what were you going to do?” The entrance is still open, the dirt still spilling over the floor. He doesn't care anymore, the worries of someone stumbling across them dwindling to a whisper in the back of his mind. He can hardly think of anything other than Martyn and his warmth and his presence in the room as they stand, pressed close together.

“I was going to get a sleeping bag.” Martyn pulls back from him a little, though he doesn't go far. A warm hand presses against the side of Scott’s head and he tilts into it, leaning into Martyn. A thumb brushes beneath his eye, almost painfully gentle over his scales. “You look tired.”

Scott pulls back with a snort. “You really know how to make a man feel special.”

“I- Scott,” Martyn groans, dropping his hand. His face still feels warm, feels as though the path Martyn’s thumb traced over his cheek left flames in its wake. “I meant that you should sleep, not that-”

Martyn cuts himself off with another groan, leaning his forehead against Scott’s shoulder as he continues to laugh. The laughs are small and hiccuping, causing his shoulders to jump as he struggles to compose himself again, leaning against Martyn as much as Martyn leans against him.

“I wouldn't mind sleeping,” he manages, after several long moments of thinking he’s fine, that he’s composed himself to continue their conversation, only to start giggling again. “I am a little tired. Just what running for your life does to you, I guess.”

“C’mon,” Martyn tugs him over to the corner opposite the torch, letting go of him only briefly to pull the sleeping bag from his bag. It’s only big enough for one person. “I’ll keep watch,” Martyn explains, when Scott looks at him.

“And when do you get to sleep?”

“I can sleep whenever I want.” Martyn says. “I'm not the one being hunted.”

“They’ll know we’re together,” Scott says. “If you side with me, they’ll kill you too. Just because they haven't yet, doesn't mean they won't.”

“I can dream,” Martyn sits beside him as he wriggles his way into the sleeping bag. “Maybe we’ll both go to sleep, and when we wake up, there’s nothing there and everyone will be calm again.”

“Not happy?”

“Nah,” Martyn laughs. “That’s a bit too unrealistic, even for a dream.”

“Well, I can dream.” He says, parroting Martyn back to himself. Martyn hums in response, a fingers already tangling in Scott’s hair, brushing through it in repetitive, soothing motions. It’s enough to push him to the edge of sleep, nudging him closer and closer to the yawning abyss.

A thought trickles into his mind, just as he’s about to fall asleep completely. “Martyn?” He asks. Martyn hums, hand pausing the repetitive motions as he listens. “How did you find me?”

“I listened,” he can hear the smile in Martyn’s voice.

“But I didn't make a sound.” He says. He knows he didn't, even if he hadn't been able to hear anything over the rushing of blood in his ears- he’s quiet all the time, footsteps cushioned so he can find those making noise, descend on those that are sneaking about in places they shouldn't be. Joel still complains about it, sometimes.

“Sometimes you just need to know what to listen for.” Martyn says. He doesn't say anything for a while, but Scott doesn't feel on the precipice of falling asleep anymore. “Go to sleep, Scott.”

[thecatinthepurplepants]

On top of all the other Malevolent fanfic plot bunnies and various Thots™ I've been having, the tma crossover fic I've been thinking of has sparked an idea from the idea of Arthur being an Avatar of the Hunt...

Werewolf Arthur.

I'm gonna let that sizzle with you for a bit because I need it to infect someone else's brain like it has mine.

I refuse to be normal about this.

[awesomenikie]

What Florence Welch did on Howl needs to be taught in schools like she made history.

[bookholichany]

"It can't be unlearned

I've known the warmth of your doorways

Through the cold, I'll find my way back to you

Oh, please, give me mercy no more

That's a kindness you can't afford"

"Like some child possessed, the beast howls in my veins

I want to find you, tear out all of your tenderness"

- it will come back | Howl

[flowerytale]

Florence and The Machine, from “Howl”

[scrapsofinspiration]

sleep token covering any florence + the machine song would both heal me and make me worse

[sirenatrixx]

Howl by Florence & The Machine

[monstrsball]

BE CAREFUL OF THE CURSE THAT FALLS ON YOUNG LOVERS, IT STARTS SO SOFT AND SWEET AND TURNS THEM TO HUNTERS. A MAN WHO'S PURE OF HEART AND SAYS HIS PRAYS BY NIGHT MAY STILL BECOME A WOLF WHEN THE AUTUMN MOON IS BRIGHT!!!!

[ennislamore]

Florence And The Machine - Howl x Hozier - It Will Come Back