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[poetricismic]

So I wrote you many letters, I couldn't send...Words, through my feather, I couldn't paint... Emotions, I could not reveal... So I hid and wished to no longer feel...The love I had for you...Oh! Past lover...

Poetricismic

[joytri]

[theyoungwritersmind-aristanelson]

[mudg0bln]

Cute date idea: hand to hand combat while its raining in a field, afterward I lay a wilting flower on your bloodied body while you reach for my hand; this will be the first and only encounter of me before you head onto a quest years later only to hunt me at request of the king but instead we slowly fall in love together, disappear off the grid and then revolt against the royal family ♡

and then we have tea ofc

[lannegarrett]

[cepheusgalaxy]

hey writeblr! what do you use to write?

my google docs is FAILING me (its losing my offline docs) and i don't have office (microsoft word) yet so im looking for alternatives

do yall know any good ones

[spinning-stars]

Do y'all ever think that Lester and Bo ever take Vincent's mask and draw angry eyebrows and a mustache on it with sharpie.

Like there in the kitchen after doing it and Vincent comes around the corner looking like Wario:

Also The mini slasher smut fic part 2 is either coming out late tonight or tomorrow!!!

[a-dreamersjournal]

Let me love you in the only way I know.

Last night you told me I remind you of sun. That I burn so bright, making everything in my path glow like the Moon. Sunshine, always warming you from inside out, making you feel alive, whenever I caress you gently. Should I have told you then, that this sun was too burnt. Charred to it's very bones, with nothing left but smoke. That the warmth you feel, is actually because I put myself on fire somewhere along the process of loving you.

Should I have told you it hurts, being the sun.

It hurts, it hurts a lot. But for you, I would burn the whole world to ground, if only it means I can keep you warm.

Putting myself on fire is nothing. How can I say I have ever loved you, If that love doesn't burn me. What is Love, if it doesn't hurt.

I don't know, I don't want to know. I love you. I love you, like a burnt child loves the fire. And I will continue to love you until I am nothing but Ash and smoke.

I will love you in Life, and in my destruction.

I will Love you, Always. So, let me burn to keep you warm. I will be your sun, so don't look too deep into my eyes. Let my warmth blind you. Let me Love you the only way I know.

[sangueredenzione]

Do you hear it?

Hollow growling

Down in the mouth

Surrounded by the pitch black walls of my sorrow

I feel cold hands

Debriding my tongue

Yet a voice asks me to speak

My words are nothing

Nothing

But a symphony of death rattles

In a room full of corpses

-G.M

[poetricismic]

Romance was never my genre. But you stole every rhyme and line...to make them yours.

Poetricismic

[joytri]

the soul that you bring to the table

[shareapoetry]

What home feels like

No matter how long you have been gone, the moment you come back it feels as if you never left.

It's not that nothing changes; many things do. You discover the neighbour has a new dog who never fails to disturb your sleep at midnight. You see the hall has a new clock, the designated place for achar has changed(apparently because it was suddenly declared prone to falling) an old cupboard has been moved out. Some rooms have been painted a different colour. But despite all these changes it doesn't feel different.

Perhaps these changes aren't enough for home to become unfamiliar... I guess that's why it's called home.

[lannegarrett]

[eventually27]

I would like to see James Patrick March, Tate Langdon or Kai Anderson with a Female Reader, who has Birthday. It would be nice. (since it IS my Birthday actually)

Happy birthday!!! 🥳🎁🎊

This was super quick, but I wanted it to be posted before tonight and while it was still your birthday!

Birthday wish..

"Dearest! You're finally here!" James couldn't contain his excitment from your arrival through his door. Today was your birthday, your first birthday at the hotel, your first birthday with James, and the first birthday in a long time that you wanted to celebrate, surrounded by the dead you suprisingly never felt more alive, you loved it at the hotel and you were the happiest you've been in a long time, all thanks to James, the excitment he expressed when you entered his room made you fill up with joy.

You walked over to James to embrace him. You noticed how amazing he looked tonight in his new suit, his hair slicked back, his dark eyes making you feel weak at the knees, you placed your arms around him to pull him in for a hug, he placed his hands around your waist and whispererd "Happy birthday my beloved" into your ear, he handed you a glass of champagne from the table and clicked his glass against yours. "Now let's celebrate, I've had food prepared, and later, we will head downstairs for a soiree with some friends." James said this as he ushered you towards the table as food was being brought out. He pulled out your chair and tucked you back in. He seated himself next to you and admired you..

"You look ravishing tonight" he said

"Thank you, James. You look great in your new suit, I feel like a lucky lady" you replied.

"The only lucky one here is me, to have found someone just like me is special, your very special," he said.

You both ate your meals and spoke about what you had done during the day, James was disappointed he didn't get to see you earlier, but you understood he had important things to do, you loved the passion he had, you loved the darkness inside him and you knew he had to let it out. No one had ever made your birthday feel special before, and you were glad of any time spent with James, as your meals were coming to an end, you watched as James walked across the room to the record player and he put on your favourite record, he came and took your hand, he walked you to the window and you both swayed to the music, "I thought we could have a private dance before we join them downstairs" James said while spinning you around, you felt like a princess, your dress spinning in the air, he pulled you close at the end of spin and held you in his arms, your head against his chest, you wished you could stay in this moment forever. "Dear, I have something for you." James took a black box out of this pocket, you where shocked. You didn't expect a gift, you thought a beautiful meal and soiree with your favourite people at the hotel was more than enough. "James, I don't know what to say. This is unexpected, " you said. Your eyes were being to fill with tears. No one had given this much thought to your birthday before. You wondered what you had done to deserve this. James took his hand and wiped away the single tear that had escaped,

"Did I do something to upset you, my love?" James was very concerned and confused by your reaction,

" Of course not. These are happy tears. Nobody has done so much for me before, I feel as if I don't deserve it, " you whispered, still holding the box in your hands, unopened.

" You deserve more than I can give you, dear. You deserve the world. In a world full of darkness, you are the only light, and you deserve to be shown that" James guided your hand to open the box,

You looked down at the black box and removed the lid. Inside, you saw the most perfect necklace you had ever seen. It glistened in the light, the diamonds were brighter than any necklace you had seen before, you couldnt believe this was for you.

"James, this is beautiful, the most beautiful thing I have ever seen." You took it out of the box and handed it to him. He spun you around and placed the necklace on you. You felt the coldness on your neck, you couldnt wait to see yourself wearing it. James kissed your neck as he closed the clasp, he soun you back around to admire you in it.

"I'm truly lost for words," he said as his eyes moved across your neck. You walked over to the mirror and admired your gift. You felt like the most beautiful lady in the world.

" Now, one more thing before we leave my love." James walked out of the room and returned with a small cupcake with a lit candle. You couldn't help but smile.

" It's time to make your birthday wish Y/N," he hovered the cupcake under your face. You thought hard about what you would wish for. You blew the candle out and said, "I already have my wish, James."

[apocketfullofpoem]

Okay, I will write about the stars and you should remember it's about you. It will always be about you.

[spinning-stars]

Hi Honey,

I was thinking domestic! Michael x plus size! f! reader🥺

Love your blog <3

@megangovier20 Awe thank you! And Ofc! I didn't know if you wanted head cannons or a mini story so I did both🖤

Domestic! Michael x plus size f! Reader🖤

🖤 = NSFW ❤️= Sfw

Head cannons-

❤️ Every time you feel down about yourself he would just say "But that means there's more of you to love."

🖤/❤️ I head cannon him as a "whatever my wife has more of that's what I'm into guy, Idc if it's tits,ass or thighs" and you would give him the best show having.

❤️ he however is a squeezer, you're wearing shorts/a dress/ a skirt while riding in the passenger side? Thigh is being squished. Cooking food? Ass will most likely be playfully slapped or squished.

❤️He calls you "his stuff animal" every time y'all cuddle

🖤if your insecure Micheal will surely show you some special body attention in the bedroom.

🖤 He has many reasons on why he loves you being plus size but is favorite is that there is more skin to leave hickeys, bite marks (and if you allow it) his name cut into you.

❤️ constantly reassuring that he loves you no matter how you look(he is a big helper when it comes to low confidence girlies)

❤️ if you plus size a confident (as you should be) he'd be a little hype man.

🖤 He would love eating you out and feeling your thighs around him

🖤 Sit on his face. He's ready to die like a real man.

💜 off topic but Michael makes the best Mac and cheese, like that shit is SCRUMPTIOUS.

Mini Story-

❤️- Michael had canes home from a long day of spree killing and he was exhausted. He opened the door and found you wearing his shirt and asleep on the couch. He walks over and lightly kisses your forehead, "I'm sorry I'm late princess, sleep well, I'll make the couch much more comfortable after my shower." He whispered as he headed for the shower. After his shower he went into y'all's room and grabbed some stuff animals and pillows. He lightly lifted each part of your body and put either a pillow or stuffed animal. He put a blanket on top of you before kissing your forehead. He crept into the kitchen to grab cleaning supplies to clean up his bloody foot prints. (He ended up cleaning the whole house so that you wouldn't have to do anything in the morning.)

🖤- Michael had you laid on the bed, with your legs tied as he was eating you out. Michael loves feeling your thighs clench around his head while he rubs your clit. You have bite marks, hickeys and Micheal's name written on you in a few spots. He continued to lick at your opening while rubbing your clit until your thighs squeezed around his head. He continues to clean you up before looking up at you and muttering " round 3 princess?"

Authors note- sorry that this is a bit of a late post. Tysm for the request! Requests are open! Have a lovely day<3