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To choose but five songs is very difficult! So I have chosen three of those that that I have been listening this week (quite boring, it is all Within Temptation) and two very special songs that are on my all-time-favourites list. :)
I have to say that my music taste is a mess and includes everything dark/melancholic from viking musik over metal to lana del ray and rap. So it’s hard to break it down to 5 songs, omg. Also feel free to write me about music, I love this topic^^
I listen to a variety of songs that, honestly, don’t have anything to do with eachother bc I’m just like that I guess…
If I had to choose 5, which I listen to often as well as represent my music taste (because I love to take easy tasks and make them more complex), I would say these ones!
Btw, I’m Catalan so some of my songs will be in my mother tongue, I encourage you to listen to them ❤❤
And , finally, thank you @grinkitty for tagging me!
The nights at the Boardwalk were always full of life, a paradox considering death was just walking amongst the great masses of people: dressed in leather, alongside their motorbikes, 4 men left death trails wherever they went.
Marco, Paul, Dwayne, and the worst, David.
You had fought them since you eighteen, as your dad had instructed you to do after you moved to Santa Carla when you were little. That’s one of the perks of living with an occultist, he could sense the forces of evil and death from a mile away, although the big graffiti of “Murder Capital of the World” could also have played a substantial part in his deduction.
Four years playing a cat and mouse game, though you weren’t sure who you were anymore: too many near-deaths, too many lives lost already to those vampires …And yet you always rose up once again, ready to look at death in the eye with your trusty stake at hand.
Tonight was no different: you moved through the crowd swiftly, thankful that black and leather had become a fashion trend so you could blend with the punks, rockers and leather-lovers out in the Boardwalk. It didn’t take long for them to show up, surely ready to have a snack from a poor soul who was to be in the wrong place at the wrong time.
You watched the unsuspecting victims pile up on the beach, grouping with their friends, trying to find somewhere to get drunk or just be moronic as per usual ‘Back again sweetie?’ David’s voice rumbled in your head, making you turn around as a chill ran down your spine. With David it was difficult: vampires were loathsome creatures, night entities who fed on the blood of victims, yet he was alluring. You couldn’t deny that he always flirted with you at any given chance, you were young and your hormones were always at peak, a bad combination you must admit to yourself.
But self-control always prevailed…Most of the times: he had pinned you down on the sand or on a wall during a fight, his lips hovering mere inches over your neck, leaving you with a rush of adrenaline before he disappeared into the night with his peers.
As you walked the Boardwalk, you heard cat-calls and even some people talking about if you were from the bikers’ gang, which made you chuckle “If only they knew…” ‘What? How much you crave me, doll? Both of us know it' Stomping your feet, you tried to get the words ‘Fuck off’ across his brain, before looking where they had been when they’d arrived. They were nowhere to be found, which only pissed you off even more: let the games begin.
Closing your eyes, you tried to feel something, anything that could take you to them. But as auras were not your forte, a blood-curling scream would have to suffice, which put you on track towards under the Boardwalk. As you arrived there, you could only gasp as you saw the remnants of a boy carelessly scattered along the sand. As you followed in the footsteps, you started to ran across the coast, not caring who saw you with blood tainted boots or a stake at hand “Everyone, MOVE!” Parting your way, you heard the familiar roar of the motorbikes before it was too late.
As you reached another creek, you found David, lounging next to some cadavers.
It was only you and him, as per usual “Come on, doll” You grunted, panting from the chase “Oh sorry, I didn’t know I suddenly had superhuman speed and strength” You replied sarcastically to him, gripping the stake tighter “Now, before, you know, “kill me”” He said, quoting it with his fingers for emphasys “Admit it. Something about me turns you on” Now it was your turn to laugh “Never, in a million years, would I be tempted by someone no, SOMETHING, like you! You shouted.
He came too close for comfort, lighting a cigarette and puffing the smoke right towards you, but you felt that he wanted to toy with you a little bit. Pulling yourself back, you grabbed the lapels of his coat and smashed your head into his “Shit!” You clutched your forehead “And what was this stunt you tried to pull right now?” You could tell he was holding his laughter “Come now doll, let’s dance” He said, crooking his finger “Stop calling me that!’
With that, the never ending game of cat and mousd begun: he always ran effortlesly, you could even swear he glided over the sand just as a surfnazi hovered over the waves. You tried to keep up with him, but you were no match from him. Turning left, you were back in the middle of the boardwalk "Shit” So many people were still lounging in the attractions, and saw many black coats that belong to others, which made your head spin.
As you panted for relief, you walked backwards to the edge of the wooden structure “Where the heck are you?” You whispered 'Behind you’ Was all it took for you to scream as two hands roped around your torso, pulling you down with them.
You landed on the sand with a huff, quickly composing yourself as you checked where you were: it was under the bridge, a place people mostly went to relax or just make out. And you were there for neither of those.
David appeared in front of you, making you yelp, and pushed you onto one of the wooden columns.
“Gotcha” He purred, as his hand rested beside your head “Just as I’ve gotcha” His expression changed from cockiness to surprise, as the stake poked at his jacket, ready to end his life at any given second “I guess you do, but will you be able to do it kitten?” That was the last straw, he played with death as if he was a god himself, so you readied yourself to strike the final blow.
But you couldn’t do it, you were at a loss of words. You could feel the disappointment in your heart, why couldn’t you?
“No witty catchphrase? That’s new” He chuckled darkly, gripping the stake from your hand and throwing it aside, rendering you powerless. His hand, which had been next to your hips, grabbed them roughly, “I…” You could only stammer as his face approached you “You thought you were a hero…Someone who could really end us? End me?” He chuckled darkly “You are weak, powerless…Another meal for us to feast on” His fangs hovered over your neck as you closed your eyes and whimpered “Look at you…So scared, I can feel your pulse without even touching you” “Get this over with” You managed to choke out “And let you off so easily? Forgive me for declining your offer. In fact, I enjoy seeing you so submissive”
You felt as if the anticipation would kill you faster than any bullet. But even there, with him so close to you, a little part of you wanted him to just “What do you want me to do, mmmh?” You bared your teeth at him, eliciting a tsk sound from him “You know” He started “I would love for us to stay this way. You know we could be a power couple, right?” “Fuck you” “That’s what you would like doll. But” He started to kiss along your neck vein, making you shudder “For” kiss “Now” kiss “This" kiss “will have to suffice” His tongue traced the trail, earning a moan from you “Do you know how long I’ve wanted to hear that sound from you?”
Before you could protest, he distanced himself from you and started to walk away “Don’t forget my words doll: you’re my next meal” You stammered backwards “Fine, if that means I can stop you before you kill anybody else” You started to leave, trying to put up a bravado facade “Can’t wait to taste you!” He shouted into the night.
’And your blood’
With that, you let out a squeak and disappeared into the night, his chuckle etched in your brain.
everyone should reblog this with the only personality assessment that matters: your favorite disney princess, favorite color, favorite superhero, and favorite season
Could I get Lotr/hobbit or hannibal match up? I am pansexual, he/they. I am good listener but bad advicer. Super open minded and understanding. I make fun of my very close friends jokingly, but if I cross boundaries I will not hesitate to make up for it. I am very insecure about myself, and never trust anybody when complimenting me. I love horrors and mystery. I sometimes love to scare people but apologize afterwards. I am very loyal and would gladly sacrifices myself for loved ones. I am the idiotic smart friend, who is a lil bit su1cidal.
Hope it's not long, have a great night/day! Stay safe and bye ♡
Your wit and humor always impressed the duo of Pippin Took and Merry Brandybuck: you always had the best jokes and riddles, as well as some of the best hiding spots to scare people who passed by your little garden.
That’s how the three of you had become friends and, not long after, you found yourself in an adventure of a lifetime: to help Frodo and Sam at destroying the One Ring. You always stayed with the first two though, given that you knew them better.
After the group got split, you had been kidnapped with the two friends and Merry had helped you escape, grabbing your hand to prevent you from falling behind and making you blush in response.
Soon after you met the Ents, trees that could talk which were stuff of legends.
They hadn’t been keen on meeting you, but tried to reason with them(emphasis on the tried, as soon enough Merry saw that some of your ideas were a little bit bonkers, like talking about the exile to other lands) and listened to their arguments patiently. What surprised you the most was the courage Merry had, how he discussed the importance of the Ents in the conflict, and how he inspired you to continue fighting despite the challenges.
It made you saw him in a different light: the friend who was always witty was now a hobbit who was endearing to you, someone who could become a hero thanks to his perseverance and beliefs in the quest. You knew that Boromir’s death had impacted him, but he seemed now more mature and aware of the perils and fate you may run as hobbits at the hands of Sauron.
Unbeknownst to you, Merry had been feeling tingly for a while: whenever he seemed distraught, your little jokes and quips cheered him up and found your crazy plans adorable, but what won him over was your loyalty: you had jumped in front of the Ents to prevent them from taking him or Pippin, not caring about your wellbeing and had helped Pippin recover after he had touched the Palantíri.
When the battle at Gondor started, you fought alongside Merry with a fierce heart, protecting him and yourself from any dangers, especially when he and Eowyn got knocked down their horse and Merry was dangerously close to getting squashed by a mammoth when he was knocked out by an orc. Your sword pierced the orc’s chest, ready to kill for him and even die for him.
During Merry’s recovery, you stood by his side, holding his hand and talking to him softly, telling him stories about mysteries and journeys you could do together after everything was over because, thanks to Merry’s courage, you felt you would win this battle against darkness.
After being released, you would hang out at his house discussing matters, and he spoke to you about Abigail and how she had died mysteriously at the hands of Hannibal Lecter. You had thanked him for the information and quickly searched more about Hannibal’s past. It was as if this case had brought you close, so close that your destiny would be at his hands.tto the dwarves of Erebor, but you won them over with your witty jokes as well as your talent with the flute.
This, in particular, made Bofur’s head perk up in curiosity, even going as far as to join you with the song.
After the encounter with the stone giants, you had offered yourself to stay on night watch alongside him, cracking jokes here and there to ease the mood or even telling some ghost stories, something that would become like a habit of sorts.
One night, after dancing to the music and playing some songs yourself, Bofur hugged you and complimented on your talent, making you blush while not trying to think much about it, telling him you were nothing special, which earned a reply of insistence in your talent. That gave you a little ego boost, even though you were still wary of the compliments, discarding them. As Bofur looked into your sad eyes, you told him about how you had always gone from town to town: at the beginning, everyone would be mesmerised by your singing and dancing abilities, until someone would look at you and point out how you were a fraud or simply that some people could do it better. Sometimes there had even been people who had said that what you did was too afeminate.
As you recalled the events some tears slipped from your eyes, making Bofur console you and wrapping his arms around you.
He became someone to rely on and to tell all your insecurities, as he never was one to judge, always replying “How can I say something when everyone ‘as insecurities o’ their own! Look at me, I don’t have a 'ome!” Which would always make you chuckle a bit.
During the whole journey, you were inseparable to the point you always fought side to side to protect the other, catching some feelings along the way.
You were an intern under the orders of Freddie Lounds after finishing your degree in criminology: after all the Chesapeake Reaper business, she wanted someone who could write the articles with the precision of a police officer without having to resort to Jack or anyone from the police department.
You were always following her because of the news, but you really preferred to stay with the police officers, forensics, investigators or anyone but Freddie to know more about the new mysteries. That’s how you had met Will Graham: he was an intern at the hospital and someone who, according to what you heard, had been involved in the case since almost the beginning.
He had been wary at first, given Freddie’s reputation as someone who only watched her own back and didn’t care for anyone else but herself, but quickly saw how you pushed the interview aside and asked him questions out of sheer curiosity. He was surprised: you were not afraid of the consequences of not doing the interview or your fate by just asking questions given what had happened to Beverly not so long ago. Thanks to the journalist card, you were able to make many interviews and spend time with him, and after some time he started to warm up to you.
Will found out the two of you had a lot in common: you both cared for your friends, were wary of other people’s compliments and as stated before, your knack for mysteries and horror. The latest helped you when thinking theories and giving some ideas in the rare case he got stuck.
Given that he needed a hand that wasn’t Lecter’s with the investigation in the outside world, he finally confided in you his ideas and asked you to be very nonchalant whenever investigating, as the Reaper was closer than everyone thought. This was all done behind your boss’s back, which didn’t seem a very good idea, but you wanted to help in any way you could at catching a murderer on the loose.
After being released, you would hang out at his house discussing matters, and he spoke to you about Abigail and how she had died mysteriously at the hands of Hannibal Lecter. You had thanked him for the information and quickly searched more about Hannibal’s past. It was as if this case had brought you close, so close that your destiny would be at his hands.
Hello, not right now as I am quite behind schedule with the ships and I wanted to write some fics of my own that have been popping in my head for a while now.
Hello💖 I’d like to request a Fili imagine. Where you’re scared to become a mother before you give birth. Thank you!!
Word Count: 814 (sorry that it’s a bit short, not very experienced with writing about childbirth ;_;)
I hope you like it! And sorry for the delay <3
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You clutched your very pregnant belly before realising your husband was looking at the floor “What is it Fili?” “Your water, it broke!” Glancing down at your now wet shoes, you took a deep breath “I’ll get everything ready” He scrambled around grabbing everything you might need: towels, water, baby clothes…And he got himself some ointment because he was positive you were going to clutch -correct, crush- his hand.
A year before, as you fought to protect Erebor, the last thing you expected to happen was getting married and being pregnant in such a short period of time. It was a sharp contrast, you noticed, looking at a mirror: where once stood a warrior, chest full of armour and carrying a sword some men couldn’t even lift it off the ground, now stood a princess who was about to give birth. Even if you didn’t wear dresses, the jewels you wore on your ears, neck or arms marked you as one.
As the palace started to prepare for the birth of the little golden prince or princess, your anxiety pumped up as well as some insecurities: were you ready for this? Were you going to be well? Were you, your baby or both die?
“Stay with me…Please” You pleaded, tears in your eyes “Noone will take me away from you, my princess” He kissed your knuckles as the nurses took you to the medic.
Oin was waiting there for you “Me dear lass, are you ready?” “No” you quickly replied, looking around frantically: it was surprising that a room that you had frequented so often seemed now totally foreign and threatening to you. This room had seen you nursing back to health from the Battle of the Five Armies, as well as your husband. It held so many good memories, but now it looked eerie.
Some nurses and doctors started to prepare the biggest room “Well, let’s get started!” You cursed that Oin didn’t hear very well as you were carried to prepare for one of the biggest efforts you were going to do in your life.
As everyone gathered around you, you extended your arm for Fili to take, getting as close as he could without overwhelming you. You could feel the contractions getting stronger, gritting your teeth as to not make any pitiful sounds. The last thing a warrior should show is fear or pain.
“How are you holding?"Fili asked you "I…I…Don’t think I can do this, my dear” You didn’t dare to look at him “What do you mean?” You could see he was nervous, probably because you were embarrassing him. The truth was, he thought you were going to leave him.
He knew you had never been sure of becoming a princess, the last thing he wanted for you was to be pressured into something you didn’t want.
“Have you seen me? I’m brass, rough, I’m a warrior for Mahal’s sake! And here I am, nervous about becoming a mum and scared of pushing a baby out!” Fili watched you intently, urging you to go on “Am I heartless? I can plunge a sword into an orc’s throat and feel nothing…Yet at this very moment is when I’m most scared about my own and my little one’s life!”
At that, he burst out laughing “Do you think that’s funny? Try doing this for…AHH!” “Your highness, it’s time to start pushing” One of the nurses said, trying to pull Fili out of your grasp “I will not leave her alone! Not now, not ever! I have never left her alone in a battlefield , so I will be by her side in her next battle!” Your eyes started to water “Fili…” You sighed lovingly “You are the most extraordinary woman I have ever known: you are strong and more than capable of facing head on anything. I’m sure our little one will look up to his or her mother” “If we weren’t in this situation, I would kiss you right now” He kissed your forehead “You’ll have to do with this…And crushing my hand” “Always the gentlemAHN!” “You can do this, my dear…Now push!”
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After some long excruciating hours, you finally held your little boy in your arms “My beautiful child…” You sighed, looking at those blue orbs that reminded you of his father “You did it (Y/N), I knew you could do it!” He kissed your cheek before caressing your newborn heir “He’s got your smile” “Oh stop with those clichés” You laughed “I feel like we’ve won a battle” You said tiredly, before handing the baby to your husband “I love you” You kissed him softly “What shall we name him?”
As soon as you said that, Kili burst into the room “How about Kili Junior” “NO” you both said in unison, bursting our laughing.
