EPIC RAP BATTLES OF HISTORYYYYYYYYY

Start of chapter one, “Sins of the flesh.”

My chapters for “Sins of the flesh“ can be extremely long, so I will not be posting full chapters here on Tumblr; I will, however, post the first page of each chapter once they are updated or if I have already had them posted for a while, it depends. I will put the link to the fic at the top, and you can go read it if you enjoy it! Ao3 link: https://archiveofourown.org/works/38974686/chapters/97482846#workskin Wattpad link: https://www.wattpad.com/1225227745-sins-of-the-flesh-chapter-1-in-the-beginning --Start of chapter one-- Dean huffed as he tilted his head to the side, trying to listen to where his four-year-old brother was scurrying off to hide, Sammy’s giggles fading away as he went. They were playing hide-and-seek, a game Dean had become quite skilled at despite his lack of vision. If he focussed on listening to where the sound of his little brother’s bare feet against the wooden floors was heading, he would find him quite easily as Sammy often giggled when he hid. A few times, John had gotten mad at him for losing Sammy after playing the game as Sam would occasionally fall asleep; Dean tried not to think about the bruises he would receive if he lost the game as he stood up after thirty seconds and began listening for his brother. He made his way through the living room slowly, letting his hands slowly glide over the walls and furniture as he walked to see if any of it was out of its usual place. He ensured that his footsteps were slow and deliberate, completely quiet; that’s another skill he had learned because of John, how to keep completely and utterly silent when you did not want to be found. Slowly he crept through the halls of this old house, a house he had not seen for more than a few minutes at a time in nearly four years; the only times the blindfold ever came off was when Dean was showering or in case of absolute emergencies, though he didn’t know why it was necessary.He heard a sudden creak from behind him, and Dean strained his ear towards the doorway he had just passed. He heard the fair sound of heavy breathing as he approached the room and assumed that it was just Sammy getting more and more anxious as Dean approached his hiding place.The boy shivered as a draft suddenly whispered over his skin, the room seemed colder than it should have been. He assumed that the window was open, and so moved to close it without much thought. He didn’t expect to be knocked to the floor and have claws dig into his arms. Dean let out a blood-curdling scream as he tried to get away, kicking and punching at the creatures that he could not see.Its claws were razor-sharp, its breath absolutely horrible as it snarled and tried to sink its teeth into this flesh, but thankfully Dean avoided that from happening with his adrenaline-induced strength. He fought and fought, tears streaming down his face and soaking through his blindfold as he begged whatever it was to let him go, to put him down and leave. “Dean!” Came his father’s voice as he heard his footsteps pounding down the hallway, the searing pain in Dean’s arms, and now chest as the creature’s claws left a bloody slash across his chest and dropped him. He heard two gunshots ring out, but not the sound of shattering glass; the window had been left open and something had gotten in....

Cole by the window - Tacita Corvus peek

Soon, perhaps too soon, Cole found himself sitting alone in the attic, the moon shinning in the sky. Hours had passed since dinner time, and every member of the Vasily family had gone to sleep. Though, it didn’t much bother the boy that he was left with nothing but the company of Mx. Moon and Ella Froufrou, who was seated comfortably in his lap.

He stared out the windows, gaze fixed upon the winged creatures that slumbered upon the roofs of family’s and lonely people alike. There was a feeling of both uncertainty and comfort in the air, one that Cole was not yet familiar with. It felt strange to be dressed in clean clothes, curled up under a blanket and observing the stillness of Lanercost with a full stomach.

Cole thought for a moment, brows creasing as he searched his memory for what he was looking for. When he found it, he couldn’t help but smirk and let out a satisfied and partly amused sigh.

Nyctophilia.

That was the word he had been searching for. It was a noun, meaning ‘an attraction to darkness or night; finding relaxation or comfort in the darkness.’

He smiled at the definition, though, he then began to chuckle lightly under his breath as he gazed at the stars, having suddenly remembered another bit of information he had gained from the library, just as he had the rest of his knowledge.

He had suddenly acknowledged the meaning of Nyx’s name.

Cole recalled that Nyx was the daughter of chaos, primordial goddess of the night in Greek mythology. Though the name itself leaned more towards feminine, it was still androgynous either way, which was most likely why Nyx had chosen it for themselves.

 Cole gave a small hum into the darkness, he thought it was a lovely name, and even lovelier now that he had recalled its meaning. He hoped that maybe one day the two could find a way to converse, as it was difficult to do so presently.

The boy returned his attention to the town and the candles still burning in people’s windows. There were few, but each one let him know that someone else was still awake, possibly suffering from insomnia, or simply enjoying the nighttime as Cole was.

The boy felt a small pang of something in his chest as he recalled the sounds of the violin he would often hear when drifting off to sleep in the alley of forest row; how the smooth symphony had accompanied the stars perfectly.

Night before christmas - twisted tale

Twas the night before christmas, when all through the house Not a creature was stirring, not even a mouse.

The stockings were ripping and tied to a chair, Sat poor St. Nicholas, who had abbandoned his cheer.

The children were nestled all snug in their beds; While visions of sugar-plums danced in their heads; And mamma in her 'kerchief and pa in his cap, had just settled down for a long winter's nap.

But out in the sitting room was the eldest son, despaired, he stood before St. Nick with a long, cold stare.

"You have made up a holiday and stolen into my home" "And now you must face the wrath of Steve, Bobby and I, Gerome" With that out sprang two other young people Glaring at St.Nicholas with looks that spelled "evil"

"You dress up in red and bring toys for children" "Yet we know not who you are, or where you have been." "So there shall be no milk and cookies tonight for you, villain." And thus St.Nick regretted his decission; of breaking into this house on the night before Christmas.

Destiel

Coffee_Sigh.Rho. · Playlist · 54 songs

Here, have a Destiel playlist I made. Enjoy, mfs. THE ART IN THE COVER IS NOT MINE!!!! I FOUND IT ON PINTEREST, IF YOU KNOW THE ARTIST THAT’S GREAT CUZ I DON’T AND DO NOT INTEND TO STEAL THEIR ART. Thank ya.

Atelophobia is a plague that attacks your mind and not only instils the fear of not being good enough in your mind, it is a package deal of insecurities and overworking. Atelophobia is working into the late hours of the night, writing and thinking for fear of failure; it is empty coffee cups and fighting insomnia to get just one last page of work done, or so you say. It’s feeling eyes watching you as you type until your fingers are sore, until you really can’t keep up your own eyelids, until your eyes are burning from the amount of hours you’ve forced them open.

It is worrying about the future, wondering if you really are taking on too much but forcing through it, all for the sake of not failing. But what is failing, if not the fear of never achieving perfection? Atelophobia at it’s core is the fear of losing a battle you had no chance of winning.

Evil can't be scientifically defined. It's an illusory moral concept that doesn't exist in nature. Its origins and connotations have been inextricably linked to religion and mythology.

Dr. Spencer Reid, Criminal Minds, Season 5: Our Darkest Hour

The fridge.

Have y’all ever had that violent hunger that hits at like 3:14 am and you just have to stare into the empty low-lit abyss of your fridge, praying that somehow, some God somewhere may bless you with the meal you do not trully deserve, just to calm the angry growling of your impatient stomach? Just me? Aight.

ᴄᴏᴍꜰᴏʀᴛ ᴘʀᴏᴍᴘᴛꜱ

ᴅɪᴀʟᴏɢᴜᴇ ➼

"pull me closer..."

"coffee or tea?"

"get the blankets."

"I'm turning up the heat!"

"it's fine. you're here now."

"look at the moon..."

"my hands are cold." "is that a pickup line?"

"ugh, finally!"

"remember that time...?"

"do you want to sit?"

"have a coffee."

"let's share."

"oh, it's adorable!"

"shall I start the fire?"

"ugh, you make me dizzy."

"you're my happy place." "don't get cheesy on me."

"you smell nice."

"hold my hand. please."

"did you make that yourself?"

"that smells so. good."

"what film?"

"this is somewhere I feel safe."

"I'm going to fall asleep..."

"it's already twelve?"

"it's just how I remember..."

"look, look!"

ᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ➼

draping a blanket over their sleeping body

knowing how / if they take their coffee

squeezing hands

splitting a cake in a small café

spinning around together until you get dizzy

crashing together on the couch after a long day

knowing each others' tells

watching the rainfall

jamming out to the radio at midnight

cooking for the sick friend even though they're bad at it

lighting candles

snuggling in a blanket in front of the tv

hiccuping tears into their shoulder

rocking back and forth in their arms

pulling out that favourite hoodie

/ the collection of stolen hoodies

staying up until midnight to talk

roasting burnt marshmallows

sneaking out to look at the stars

You're a badass tragic character. | Playlist | Villain/Hero

I know I made a mistake ‼️Hello, just a playlist of songs that I like play in the background while I'm daydreaming.Disclaimer: I do not own anything in this ...

Not my playlist, but it’s great for writing badass scenes. (Also yes, the picture hurts me too ;^;)

I love all of these outfits, they’re beautiful and they really did an amazing job!!

Ranboo fashion

Ranbow.