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joshusten · 4 months

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love the sinner (albus york/faith koria, bastard warrior || good boy audios)

Albus York takes a bath and Faithful washes his hair. (angst, slight argument, hurt/comfort)

2.2k+ words [ao3 link] [masterlist] [CW/notes: religious imagery ofc (this fic was basically an excuse to write that), typical albus york language, lots of self-loathing and some suicidal thoughts. albus is just having a bad time but hes also so whipped for faithful. speaking of her, i didnt make faith's physical descriptions vague or made it so that she's a "listener" but rather a character of her own! and i based it off of gba's description of her + my own interpretation hehe.]

once again THANK YOU SO SO MUCH to @slushiepizza for all the AMAZING suggestions and support like omfg i SWEAR i keep on saying this but this fic rlly wouldnt be finished without them!! i appreciate it sm!! and im shaking and kissing my irls that ive also bothered with this fic that will probably not see this THANK U SM!! edit: I FORGOT THE FUCKING READ MORE LMFAO

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Albus York steadily sank into the half-filled tub of one of the ship’s quarters—stripped of his clothes, and left bare to no witness.

Gentle waves of the bathwater rippled against hardened, battle-torn skin. He dementedly mused that if he could go down further, he might finally drown.

He chuckled at the thought, shifted his position, and got to work. It's been a while since he last had an actual bath—way before he even agreed to this suicide mission of an adventure—with warm soapy water and scented products.

The constant near-death experiences and whatnot had interrupted the trio to get any time for themselves, much less to do any sort of basic hygiene. Since the route Devlin had charted for the ship to follow allowed for ample downtime, the Forgemaster had practically shoved his younger half-brother into the common bathroom and forced him to take a much-needed bath (Of course, not without a snobby comment about how his stench matched his personality perfectly well.)

Albus’ inexperience was made clearer with the stiff, awkward motion of his large, calloused hands as he attempted to wash himself. The unpracticed movement made the unfamiliarity of it all fully realized. How long has it been since he felt this safe? Does he even remember how to take care of himself?

Does someone like him even deserve this luxury?

The warrior submerged himself lower, down until his eyes were right above water level. He was thinking again. It was all that he had been doing for the past hour. If the gods wouldn't allow him to drown, then he hoped that the water would at least cleanse the grime and sin embedded into his flesh.

But he knew that filth clung to his skin like how a believer clings to the idea of repentance. No matter how hard—how desperately—he scrubbed (until pale skin turned into blood red, until rough turned rougher), it was all pointless. He had learned long ago that a bastard's prayers were never left answered.

The mark on his chest was a bleak reminder of that reality. Damnation was basically his birthright. Albus York was dead the moment he came out of his mother’s womb—dead to his family, dead to society.

Cursed to hell for being sin itself.

Life had a funny way to remind him—that goodness is something he can be in the presence of but never be a part of it.

"Albus?"

Speak of the devil, his ever-so-naive angel had arrived.

“Albus? Hello?”

Tender, serene, heavenly.

The voice was melodic—like the somber hymns he used to hear in his youth when his mother would take him into the temple and meet with her fellow brothers and sisters. At that time, he always felt drawn to the choir’s performance, despite not being old enough to understand the words (not that he was any more literate in the present). Back then, he was just a kid, blissfully unaware of the blasphemy he had committed for existing.

He had grown since then—in every aspect of the word.

"Albus! Are you still in there?"

A deep grunt, muffled slosh of water, and the pitter-patter of droplets on the tiled surface were all that Faith Koria had heard from the other side of the metal door before a familiar, gruff voice answered back.

"Calm ya tits, woman. I knew you were eager to see my dick but I never knew you were this eager!"

The outside replied with an annoyed groan, a sound Albus was all too familiar with, especially when it came from her. That being said, he couldn't fight the smile forming on his lips as he hastily dried himself up with a nearby towel.

"You've been using the bathroom for more than an hour, just what are you doing in there? Some people want to get cleaned up too, you know!”

The metal door swiftly slid open with a sudden 'woosh!', hot steam dissipating before the runaway nun to reveal Albus’ tall stature, half-naked and slightly dripping wet. Faith frantically averted her eyes on instinct, ears immediately burning with embarrassment. It wasn’t like it was her first time seeing him undressed—for gods’ sake, she treated his wounds like this when they first met! But to have him fresh out of a bath with his toned body exposed and his dampened long hair was—Wait! His hair!

"Alright, alright! I’m out, ya happy? I’m decent too so you don’t have to be a prude about it,” The bastard huffed, a little irritated with how his peaceful bath (or at least, as peaceful as it could be) was abruptly cut short.

“Albus, your hair!”

The man scrunched up his face in confusion. He gathered one of his dark locks and examined it with an intense focus. “Huh? Looks fine to me. What, you're not expecting me to be all prim and proper now, are you?”

“No, no, no! It's all matted and uneven!” The woman replied with a horrified concern in her voice that was rare for the warrior to hear directed at him.“It’s probably from all those monster attacks. Some of them must’ve managed to get to your hair! How long has it been like this? Does it hurt? Do you even have shampoo?”

“Uh…what’s that?”

“Ugh, never mind. Just—” Before Albus could process what was happening, Faith grabbed his arm with a surprisingly strong grip for a nun. She dragged him down near the bathtub he just got out of. He can even hear the water still slowly swirling down the drain.

“Faithful, what are you—”

“Stay right here. You got that, York? I’m just going to get something and I don't want you to move a muscle.”

A deep chuckle resonated within the man’s scarred chest—he always enjoyed it when she got this bossy. He gave her a mock salute and answered with a hearty “Yes, ma’am!”

The sister paladin made a face, letting out a flustered huff before hurrying to wherever she needed to be. So cute.

Albus had put on his clothes at this point while he waited (lest he risked Faithful suffering from a heart attack). A few minutes had passed by when she returned with a rather large pouch that Albus recognized was packed with the rest of her belongings. He deduced it must've been from her childhood with how worn down the embroidery was. Once vibrant floral patterns dulled from years of usage.

“Lean back by the bathtub,” Faith instructed. “I’m going to start detangling your hair. I might cut off some of the more unsalvageable parts too. If anything hurts or if I snagged on it too hard just let me know, okay?”

“Okay,” The man repeated simply, not really knowing how to react to all of the amount of consideration he was receiving. Abrasiveness was what he was more used to responding to, not the care that she unabashedly gave him.

She beamed brightly at his compliance (and no, his heart did not just skip a beat), soft hands found their way to his head and started brushing away the more manageable tangles before using a wide-tooth comb for the bigger ones. Despite the numerous warnings, her fingers were nowhere near to being rough. She was as gentle as a lamb—her slow brushstrokes eventually formed a rhythm that filled in the silence of the room. Albus decided to break the comfortable atmosphere.

“How are you so good with this shit?” He mumbled, voice heavy with drowsiness. Fuck, he felt like he could sleep until his next life. “Never knew sisters of Cindergorn get to be part-time hairdressers too.”

Even with his sluggish state, Albus could almost sense the nun’s eyes rolling above him, brushing out his hair with a slightly more forceful than usual tug.

“I'm the one usually taking care of the children at the temple. I’m used to seeing this kind of stuff whenever they play too hard. Obviously not on this level but you get the gist.” Faith snipped off the last of a particularly challenging knot.

“I've also been doing my own hair ever since I was a kid, so really, it's like second nature to me at this point,” she followed up, running her fingers through his hair with a satisfied nod.

Now that Albus thought about it, he had seen Faithful braiding herself earlier on their journey when they had just…tastefully borrowed the flagship meant for his father. He remembered swift, practiced hands twisting sections after sections of dark, coiled hair and had mentioned in passing how it was a hairstyle she often did to withstand the Eastern Faithlands' harsher seasons (Fortunately, it also turned out to be great for going-on-a-quest-to-kill-your-priest-brother-and-save-a-child seasons too.)

Faith’s hands suddenly paused. Before the man could ask if something was wrong, she signaled him to stay still while she rummaged through the pouch to get a small bottle. She squeezed a moderate amount of product into her palm and spread it evenly. As she was about to apply the substance to his head, Albus jerked away, quickly stopping her hand with his own as a furrow formed on his thick brows.

“Faithful,” He chuckled. “Please, I’m a warrior. You don’t need to waste your fancy shit on me. My hair’s going to get fucked up again eventually so what’s the point?”

Faith struggled to wriggle herself out of his grasp. “Wha–Albus, it’s fine!”

“No, Faithful, I’m serious. It’s just hair. Hell, it’s my hair. Relax.” The man sat up straighter at this point, the water from his long, damp hair trickling down along the scarred tissue of his back but it was the intensity in those familiar brown eyes that made him feel a chill.

“And I told you it’s fine just let me—”

“Why are you making it a big fuckin’ deal? What do you want from me?”

“What?” Faith’s voice cracked, appalled and confused. “Albus, what are you even talking about? I’m not asking for anything—”

“I’m just a bastard you hired to kill your brother! I was paid to do the dirty work for you, not to be your fucking toy—”

“Albus, wha—Y–You’re not a toy! Why do you—”

“If I’m not then why are you being like this to me? There’s a catch—there’s always a fucking catch. So what the fuck do you want from me?”

The nun managed to finally yank her hand away from his harsh grip and angrily slammed at the smooth surface of the tub.

“I just want you to stop being stubborn for once and let me do this for you!”

The silence that followed between them felt suffocating.

Faith’s breath hitched, shocked by her outburst. She immediately straightened up her posture only to look down shamefully at the tiled floor. A shaky sigh left her lips, and Albus was doing everything in his power to stop himself from reaching out to her, seeking salvation he knew she shouldn’t give him because he was not sorry that he was like this. He wasn’t afraid to show his filth to the world because it was all he knew to do—all he was taught to do. There’s no excuse, no justification, no escape. She’s everything good and he’s just scum or worse yet—he’s a bastard.

Because she’s an angel and he’s far worse than the devil.

“This isn't anything all that fancy…just something to keep it healthy and less stressful on your scalp. I just want you to feel okay. So please…” She trailed off. “Let me.”

“It’s…It’s just hair, Faithful. I’ll be okay, I’m a big boy,” Albus joked, but his words were sincere. He almost found the whole thing amusing—having the ever-so-snappy sister paladin fuss over him—if he didn’t get a feel for how much…his comfort seemed to mean a lot to her.

Faith pursed her lips, her gaze still fixed downward. “I just think…you deserve at least one good hair day.”

It's that word again. Deserve. Does she really think that? That he's worthy of all of this?

The man cleared his throat with a curt nod. Hesitantly, the nun's fingers slowly found their way back to the crown of his head, resuming whatever she was supposed to do. Steady, rhythmic brushstrokes filled the quiet once again.

After what felt like hours of stillness, the bastard dared himself to shift his head and face her timidly—as if he was afraid he could melt under her piercing gaze.

"Thank you, for…for this," Albus grunted. He hadn't only meant for his hair.

Faith graced him with a dimpled smile—the one that made her eyes squint and showed the tiniest bit of the gap between her front teeth. She proceeded to tuck away a stray lock behind his ear, trailing down to hover over his cheek. Albus can practically feel the nervous tremble on her fingers as if she were hesitating on something. It all came to nothing in the end, closing her hands in a fist before withdrawing to her pouch to start cleaning up.

“Anytime, Albus. Besides, with how you always manage to find yourself in trouble,” the sister murmured, her voice playful (it never failed to leave Albus’ mind racing). Her eyes glinted as they locked into his almost like clockwork. “How can I not?”

Albus York sat by the empty bathtub of the ship’s quarters—fully clothed yet he had felt the most bare that he had ever been in front of someone.

Faith smiled at him again and he swore he could make out the faintest halo crowning her head under the fluorescent bathroom light. ---- a/n: this is probably my most favorite fic that i wrote and i hope you enjoyed! lemme tell u this fic took way to long and got me so stressed for no reason idk ! i was worrying abt how this would happen in the timeline and all the lil details and then !! its a fic!! and im suppose to be having fun!! i am being self-indulgent!! (although i hope was able to characterize them well) again, feedback and comments r highly appreciated!! :DD have a good day/night and thank you for reading!!

#good boy audios #gba albus #albus york #gba bastard warrior #gba faithful #gba fanfic #THIS TOOK WAY TOO LOOOOOONG BUT ITS FINISHED see you guys next year /j

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plainviewwelcomesyou · 2 years

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nah let’s get out of here this place is starting to freak me out

RALPH DEVLIN: I don’t see what good sticking around here could do. Don’t want to end up like one of those…Cinners.

You get a chill up your spine.

CEREBELLE RAGSDILL: Hey, I just realized that ‘Cinner’ spelled with a c and ‘sinner’ spelled with an s are said the same.

You lock eyes with each other. Surely that can’t be good.

RALPH DEVLIN: Yep, aaand we’re goin’.

While the show goes on, you and your assistant go away. You can’t help but feel like you’ve made the safest choice. Or maybe that’s just confirmation bias. Who knows.

#plainview

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taiinted · 1 year

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── Top 5 song associations, share the top songs in your playlist that most inspire / represent your muse the most. Bonus points if you include lyrics to go along with it.

1. Hostage of love ━━ Razorlight. I am a sinner And I am a saint I am a devil I am a ghost at the wake I feed the swell and pull Of your tears as they break I am the limit of The load you can take.

2. Ashes ━━ Celine Dion. What's left to say? These prayers ain't working anymore Every word shot down in flames What's left to do with these broken pieces on the floor? I'm losing my voice calling on you Cause I've been shaking I've been bending backwards 'til I'm broke Watching all these dreams go up in smoke.

3. Ride ━━ Lana del rey. Don't break me down (Don't break me down) I been traveling too long (I been traveling too long) I been tryin' too hard (I been tryin' too hard) With one pretty song (With one pretty song) I hear the birds on the summer breeze, I drive fast I am alone at midnight Been trying hard not to get into trouble, but I I've got a war in my mind I'm tired of feeling like I'm fucking crazy I'm tired of driving 'til I see stars in my eyes It's all I've got to keep myself sane, baby So I just ride, I just ride

4. Iris ━━ Goo goo dolls. And I'd give up forever to touch you 'Cause I know that you feel me somehow You're the closest to heaven that I'll ever be And I don't wanna go home right now And all I can taste is this moment And all I can breathe is your life And sooner or later, it's over I just don't wanna miss you tonight And I don't want the world to see me 'Cause I don't think that they'd understand When everything's made to be broken I just want you to know who I am

5. This night ━━ Black lab. There are things, I have done There's a place, I have gone There's a beast and I let it run Now it's running my way There are things I regret That you can't forgive, you can't forget There's a gift, that you sent You sent it my way So take this night And wrap it around me like a sheet I know I'm not forgiven But I need a place to sleep

TAGGED BY. No one. TAGGING. @demcnsinmymind @demonstigma @luposcainus @starlyht @ofwondersandhares ( Sean ) @manneatcr @historylived @iincantatorum ( Devlin ) @itsagentzero @spiritsfound @korinthiakos @rassilcn @seesgood @hebled @blccdharmonyx and anyone else who sees this.

#/ Tearing me asunder / --- INTROSPECTION ---#/ Black wolf in the snow / --- QUEUE ---

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kitchwitchen · 4 years

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There’s something about this girl, and especially this song that gives me strong witch vibes. I love Janet.

#janet devlin #music #saint of the sinners #witch vibes

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realitysaconstruct · 4 years

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Janet Devlin, Confessional, 2019

“Holy water on the tip of my tongue,

There's so much sin for just twenty-one,

Hear my penance and all I've done,

This self-destructive war I've won”

—Janet Devlin, Confessional

#irish music #janet devlin #confessional #honest man #saint of the sinners #britians got talent #running with scissors #alternative music #janet devlin lyrics #brave #lyrics #irish catholic #ireland

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ruthless-king · 7 years

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Rey and my new FW OC, Devlin. Both murderous allies on the battle field. Rey is the tank, while Devlin will either use his spear for throwing or switch to sniper take down enemies faster. They are a deadly duo.

#Sinner: Rey #Sinner: Devlin #Freedom Wars #フリーダムウォーズ

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mrhyde-mrseek · 2 years

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I’ve posted a lot of Ineffable Bureaucracy stuff on here. So how about we show our beloved Ineffable Husbands some love?

Ineffable Husbands ship songs

“Perfect Picture” by Bea Miller

“Young and Beautiful” by Lana Del Rey

“Sinners” by Lauren Aquilina

“Fools” by Lauren Aquilina

“Shadows” by Sabrina Carpenter

“Lucky Stars” by Lucy Spraggan

“End of the World” by Lucy Spraggan

“You Love Who You Love” from Bonnie and Clyde

“Halo” by Beyoncé

“Driving Through a Dream” by Andrew McMahon in the Wilderness

“Can We Pretend (feat. Cash Cash)” by Pink

“Somebody to Love” by Queen

“The Apple” by RaeLynn

“Out of the Woods” by Taylor Swift

“I Know Places” by Taylor Swift

“Sparks Fly” by Taylor Swift

“We Found Love (feat. Calvin Harris)” by Rihanna

“Loaded Gun” by Lucy Spraggan

“Thanks for Choosing Me” by Lucy Spraggan

“Good Old-Fashioned Lover Boy” by Queen

“Marching On” by Krewella

“I Choose You” by Sara Bareilles

“What If It Doesn’t End Well” by chloe moriondo

“Smash Into You” by Hey Violet

“Sparks Fly” by Hey Violet

“End Up With You” by Carrie Underwood

“4 Leaf Clover” by Letters to Cleo

“For Good” from Wicked

“Inside Out” by Zedd & Griff

“Willow” by Jasmine Thompson

“Stand By You” by Rachel Platten

“Finding You” by Kesha

“Flowers” by Lucy Spraggan

“Between Us” by Little Mix

“Stargazing (feat. Amelie)” by Severo

“Please Don’t Say You Love Me” by Gabrielle Aplin

“invisible string” by Taylor Swift

“Runaway (U & I)” by Galantis

“Wonderful” by Janet Devlin

“Strangeness and Charm” by Florence + The Machine

“Cosmic Love” by Florence + The Machine

“La Vie En Rose” covered by Daniela Andrade

“Wings” by Birdy

“Come With Me” by Chxrlotte

“Gonna Get Over You” by Sara Bareilles

“Whataya Want from Me” specifically from & Juliet

“Finally // Beautiful Stranger” by Halsey

“A Million Miles Away” from Aladdin

“MONTERO (Call Me By Your Name)” by Lil Nas X

“Oozin” by Beach Bunny

“Butterflies” by Lucy Spraggan

“Bon Iver” by mxmtoon

“Missing What’s You (feat. Frigga)” by Elijah N

“Levitating” by Dua Lipa

“Chasing Cars” by Snow Patrol

“How Big, How Blue, How Beautiful” by Florence + The Machine

“Apollo (Eurovision Version)” by Timebelle

“Still Into You” by Paramore

“Come Alive” by Beth Crowley

“Midnight” by Beth Crowley

“Intertwined” by Reinaeiry & Annapantsu

“I Know A Place” by MUNA

#ineffable husbands #aziraphale good omens #aziraphel #crowley good omens #anthony j crowley #aziracrow

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adahegerbergfc · 2 years

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10 songs you’re currently obsessed with.

Thanks for tagging me, @fridorolfos! This was fun 🥰

10. Enter Sandman— Rina Sawayama. This cover is amazing, and that’s all you need to know!

9. Sinners— Lauren Aquilina. “If we’re sinners, then it feels like heaven to me.” I MEAN.

8. Whisky Lullabies— Janet Devlin. It’s just so good. All of her music is.

7. Somebody I Fucked Once— Zolita. Go watch the video, that should tell you everything.

6. Mr. Brightside— Hayley Kiyoko. I know. I KNOW. The original is a classic, but this one is so fucking good.

5. I Fall Apart— Fletcher. Do not talk to me about the original, it doesn’t exist. Fletcher’s is the standard.

4. You Want It All— LP. I cannot explain why this song is so incredible. It just is.

3. Girls Girls Girls— Fletcher. Everything that I Kissed a Girl could have been. And then some.

2. Bitter— Fletcher. “I KNOW YOU FUCKED HER ON THE COUNTER RIGHT BEFORE YOU COOKED HER DINNER.” That is all.

1. 10 Minute All Too Well— Taylor Swift. I HAVE BEEN WAITING YEARS FOR THIS AND IT WAS ABSOLUTELY WORTH IT.

I’m gonna tag @sharpicefire @everlarklette @hello-paralyzed-world @amandine-henrys @reborn-from-your-ashes @fangirlingoveruu and anyone else who wants to do it!

#there is one specific person who’s to blame for the Fletcher obsession #you know who you are #go give these songs a listen!!#they’re very good #and everyone except Taylor is ~spongebob hand~#if you’re interested in that

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greenteaoverload · 2 years

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#Spotify

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pony-boy21 · 4 years

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Saint of the Sinners - Janet Devlin

I felt every lyric to the bone... through the blood that courses through my veins; like rush hour traffic in the streets of LA.

#mental health music

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captainjanegay · 4 years

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um um pls give me music recs!!!

Hello, welcome to the mess that my music taste is, I hope you enjoy it here!

BENEE - Find an Island

Woodes - This Is My Year

clipping. - Nothing is Safe

Kevin McHale - Help Me Now

Orla Gartland - Did It To Myself

Prateek Kuhad - Into the Night

Dillon - Tip Tapping

The Lumineers - Charlie Boy

Janet Devlin - Saint of the Sinners

Anything by James Bay he's just my fave

sleepover night!

#i hope you'll like any of them #thank you so much for asking!#i love sharing music lmao #that's a mix of my all time faves and some that I've been obsessed with lately #ask #unstablemolecules

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wonderful-writer · 4 years

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This Is War - Playlist

A compilation of songs for my series, This Is War

Listen here: Spotify | iTunes

i. in my veins - Andrew Belle

ii. soul like me - Andy Black

iii. heroes we were - Andy Black

iv. feast or famine - Andy Black

v. fire in my mind - Andy Black

vi. panic room - Au/Ra

vii. pompeii - Bastille

viii. when the party’s over - Billie Eilish

ix. heart of fire - Black Veil Brides

x. to build a home - The Cinematic Orchestra

xi. lost without you - Freya Ridings

xii. control - Halsey

xiii. sign of the times - Harry Styles

xiv. take me to church - Hozier

xv. whatever it takes - Imagine Dragons

xvi. ho hey - The Lumineers

xvii. no place like home - Marianas Trench

xviii. home - Phillip Phillips

xxiv. carry you - Ruelle

xix. war of hearts - Ruelle

xx. crossfire - Stephen

xxi. safe & sound - Taylor Swift

xxii. leave the city - Twenty One Pilots

xxiii. confessional - Janet Devlin

xxv. saint of the sinners - Janet Devlin

xxvi. better now - Janet Devlin

#belamy blake #bellamy blake imagine #bellamy blake series #bellamy blake x reader #bellamy blake x you #bellamy x you #bellamy blake x y/n #this is war series #playlist #series playlist

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perfectedingbadideas · 4 years

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List three songs that best describe your Muse’s personality or fits their persona.

Saint of the Sinners by Janet Devlin [Least the first two verses anyway.] Anarchy in the UK by Sex Pistols [Blame this one on the show] Guns of Brixton By The Clash [Don’t have as good of a reason but for some reason I feel like this works.]

Tagged by: @nerdybirdboy

Tagging: @thecursedhellblazer, @theclownprnc, @rxsurrxcted, @corrosivequinn, @timedriving and really whoever else wants it.

#Character meme

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