#short verse

[delirium-mind]

I hate how you treat me

Because I could never be so cruel to you

[darknessdrops]

Doggerel:

so maybe god speaks to you

in a murmur so soft and low

so that only the whispers hear it

and only the dark cave knows

[passionfruitmango]

She called me "my princess" again today

I asked her not to, as I don't like how it makes me feel.

"Seen 9:48 AM"

[patchwork-crow-writes]

Soliloquy

Anxiety Consuming me Condemned to be Confined unfree Chained without key Captain's decree Cast out at sea Can't pay the fee We can't agree It's anarchy This mutiny Is temporary Just count to three And I'll be free But I can't flee This purgatory Infinity Is all I see A devotee To entropy No guarantee Of liberty No reverie No revelry No company To comfort me

[sohannabarberaesque]

Poetry Corner

(Obviously without The Genie, who read the poesy on The Lawrence Welk Show back in the day)

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Nothing could be more surprising nor more fascinating unto the experience than to picture Bon-Bon and Ding-a-Ling, while diving somewhere on vacay, managing to catch fish for the supper with their forepaws, claws out and all, and manage to bring same to shore, ready for frying up and then some.

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After the loving with (and among) the Hair Bear Bunch:

Moonlit night, up at the lake, moon reflecting in its waters.

Sheer satisfaction ensued of sexual release, tensions molted away.

Just a light-hearted swim in the lake's shallows, climax of the evening's pleasure.

The cool of the lake-waters in overnight primeval, refreshing yet relaxing.

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Weird as it must seem: How could it be possible for a Bassett hound like Whimper having aspirations on doing canine detective work alongside a more obvious breed for the work-- a bloodhound like Woofer, teaching such an unlikely pupil the finer points thereof, yet managing to have some lucky breaks in the process?

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Handfasting underwater. Most trollikely show of trollfection known between mertroll and your basic troll, the latter just diving in the spring to kill an aftrollnoon otherwise most muggy and humid, learning much of their troll self in the process via mertroll.

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Just imagine: Knock-Knock, Satchel and Scooter, rehearsing inline skating routine.

So how likest thou these short exercises in Hanna-Barberian poesy, reader? And can you top me in this arena?

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[batgovernor]

Short poem: RHL, 'Flying to Majorca in March'

Drop me down out of the cold wet gloom into the orange trees in bloom: the olives, almonds, windmills, cypresses, the black-eyed girls with wild tresses; where once were barren hillsides, peasants, mules, are now estates with swimming pools. ***** Mallorca, or Majorca to the English, has always been an attractive destination for people from further north. Frederic Chopin and George Sand moved…

[lunacias]

(Silence. CARPENTER tries to rally HAYWARD's spirits. She's afraid she's going to lose him.)

"All three of us - we can all go on living, Hayward. Just like you said."

[messylustt]

nsfw touching drabble based on this writing prompt request

your breath caught the moment you saw his back stop. all your words, you wish you could swallow. the silence was almost strangling before his low voice decided to break it. “you wanna repeat that?”

you manage to simultaneously shake your head and nod. why were you nodding? you didn’t want to repeat what you had said. you had been angry. you are angry. maybe that’s why. miguel has slowly turned, his visible fangs and blood red eyes seeming more prominent as his shoulders flex.

his question still lingers in the air. he hadn’t seen you shake/nod your head. that was probably for the better. “is silence all i’m getting now?” miguel asks, voice still weighed heavy with tension.

you gulp. “do you want me to repeat it?” you quietly manage, because now he was nearing, your feet sliding back. and just as you feel gravity pull you down with a slip to your foot—the edge now scraping your sole — miguel’s hand grips around the middle of your suit. he’s holding you up by some material, his claws probably ruining the stitching.

“do you really think that i want to hear you repeat how i’m some fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard?” he sneers out the words. his face inches closer to yours as you hold your breath. “i’d love to hear those words come out your mouth again, cariño.”

at one point you thought you could feel the graze of his fang against your lower lip. but to be fair you’re fraction dazed by his proximity. blame it on that. delusions, because miguel would never—

his free hand harshly tilts your head up, your lips now most definitely brushing against his canines. “so you think i’m unfair?” miguel practically speaks to your mouth. his hand that is gripping your suit material is still making you lean slightly over the ledge, your hands now gripping his biceps, as your heart picks a quicker beat.

his hand on your chin slips down your waist. then your body jolts, his fingers having found a placement between your legs. “is this position unfair?” he inquires far too innocently. all your words are choked. “if i let go you’d fall. you’re reliant on me to keep you up…does that make me controlling?”

the pads of his fingers lightly graze back and forth over your covered pussy, making your breathing catch. “is me…touching you like this unfair?”

and through the slight shake of your body you manage a few words. “hypocrite. you forgot hypocrite.” your words are some what of a form of you trying to get your own back. to stand taller, despite the clear lean of your body.

miguel actually manages a chuckle. though it’s dipped in mocking and utter power. “of course. a hypocrite. because despite all of what i’m saying, and what i’m trying to prove…” he pauses, gaze flickering across your features, and then down to your slightly parted lips. “i want to hear you say how much you want me to touch you like this…”

your gaze slightly widens, as you meet his red, now determined eyes. “what?”

“so you were right. i am a fucking unfair, controlling, hypocritical bastard.” miguel’s breath is now fanning over your mouth, as he tugs you closer. “and i’ll show you just how much that title suits me.”

[thepathetickind]

I wait for a letter that nobody send

by laurenmaerie, (i am)

[hobie-enthusiast]

— cw; making out, suggestive themes, implications of death

thinking about hobie brown who would impulsively get a new matching piercing with you after a night out in the city. he brings you to a friend of his who does his piercings, someone he trusts. he tells them to do whatever they want, as long as the two of you match. he offers his hand to you to squeeze when you’re being pierced, and after, he’s absolutely obsessed with how you both look.

thinking about hobie brown who’s protective of the things he loves, especially you. He doesn’t trust many people, especially those he doesn’t know. it's little gestures, like pulling you close to him by the arm or waist or walking on the side on the street the road is. he couldn't imagine something happening to you, he has a strong urge to always keep you safe. that's probably why spider-man always happens to show up when you get into some trouble alone.

thinking about hobie brown who drops several hints he’s spider-man. he doesn’t like lying to you, and even though he isn’t, it feels like he is. so he waits for you to ask or put the pieces together. if you never do, he doesn’t outright tell you. he would never want you to think he’s doing it to impress you or be famous. not that you would think that. but if you do, he’s honest and even offers to let you be his partner-in-crime, its perfect.

thinking about hobie brown who always wants to hear about your interests. even if it’s something he doesn’t know or understand the excitement over. he wants to hear every detail you know. he wants to know and understand where your excitement comes from and what you love about it. he will just sit there with such a love struck grin, eyes never leaving you or your lips moving so passionately.

thinking about hobie brown who lives for post-show make out sessions. after his band plays he always takes you to the back of the venue, holding you close to him as he kisses you like there's no tomorrow. he's addicted to you; the way your hot bodies press together, the way your lips feel on his, the way he can make you unravel from his hands settling on your waist. it's like a drug he's never going to get enough of, especially when his leg slots so perfectly between your thighs to rile you up. after he's always a panting mess, eyes lidded as he laughs, yet the laugh is a low chuckle from the way you practically drag him home.

thinking about hobie brown who would not hesitate to interrupt a canon event to save your life. whether it's in his dimension or some other variation of his, he doesn't care. the second he notices your life in danger, he's saving you. he can handle a heavy and hard scolding from miguel. hell he can ever handle being kicked from the spider-society for good. but nothing comes above saving your life, and he is a firm believer in that.

thinking about hobie brown who is obsessed with the way you play with his hair. his favourite way to fall asleep is in your lap, your hands tangled in his wicks, treating them and him like the most precious thing in the world. it's like some sort of spell you put on him, and he will never get enough of it. you start scratching his scalp or weaving your fingers through his hair? he's asleep in minutes. he's very protective of his hair and who can touch it, so letting someone he loves see him so vulnerable is always enough to relax him and coax him into getting proper sleep.

truly just thinking about hobie brown.

[whaliiwatching]

a rendezvous beyond

and a halfway closeup just bc im rlly happy with how the bg turned out lol

[delirium-mind]

I have lost all sense of delusion, and my life is all the worse for it

- Personal Thoughts on the Tragedy of Reality, Ellie Darling

[sodamnbored]

Jason, giving an inspirational speech before going into the House of Hades: I know it’s been a difficult ride. I know we’re down a few friends down right now. And I know this isn’t going to be easy. But there’s still the six of us, and together we can clear these hurdles.

Leo, under his breath: Except Nico cause he’s four foot eight.

[autumnalmess]

To anyone struggling with their mental health this holiday season: read Les miserables by Victor Hugo

it won't help, but at least then you'll know about the sewers

[themisterhip]

Some Lyla sketches and an angry Miguel <3

[mildlyinconsiderateghost]

drew some visions in my head while relistening to the silt verses