🎶i'd be the voice that urged orpheus
when her body was found (hey ya)
i'd be the choiceless hope in grief
that drove him underground (hey ya)
i'd be the dreadful need in the devotee
that made him turn around (hey ya)
and i'd be the immediate forgiveness
in eurydice
imagine being loved by me🎶
hozier's talk
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Malleus has 100% accepted that being with Yuu automatically means adopting Grim as his oldest son 🥹
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frothing at the mouth over creloise.
I leave tumblr for 2 weeks (uni exams) and when I come back? CRELOISE??? ELOISE BRIDGERTON? AND CRESSIDA COWPER??? THIS WAS NOT ON MY BINGO CARD???? Peak regency sapphics? Oh?
And all the stunning fanart that is slowly coming out of this ship? I am EATING it all up. Hell, I might even join the train. Gorgeous, delightful. I am not even that big of a Bridgerton fan (I have watched it though and enjoyed it somewhat) but if anything I am more excited now. Do you think we will get a queer love story? Is it foolish to hope? Either way, what a wonderful surprise :)
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NEW TWIYOR (PLUS YURI) ILLUSTRATION FOR VOLUME 11!!!
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Do you have any sneaky peaky or crumbs for the next chapter of Whom the Shadows Sing for? No worries if not, love your story and can’t wait for whenever you post next 🤍
hehe! i am so so honoured to even be asked!! normally i would wait and post it when i'm closer to finishing.... but since you asked so nicely for it....
He squeezes his eyes shut, brow furrowing, and folds the fabric once more. The world spins as he pushes through the fabric of it, feeling the strain in his bones. The snowy entrance to your shelter comes into view.
He lands with a sickening crack, his knees bending to catch himself as he touches down, one heavy motion into the snow which spins up in a flurry. It's raining heavily, the drops coming down with a vehemence, creating a thunderous applause against the frozen ground.
Around him, the trees groan and shudder as they bow to the powerful energy. Birds take flight, cawing as they do. In the distance, there's a loud snap, carried with the wind.
Azriel stares right into the cabin.
His stomach threatens to lurch again at the sight. The door to your shelter is wide open.
His mate, where is his mate?
snippet of chapter 7 of whom the shadows sing for
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