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inksplashgirl · 7 months

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Please Know

Please know that I think of you more often than a cat thinks of snacks or a snail thinks of leaves or a the sky thinks of clouds.

Please know that I want happiness for you like a diamond wants a ring or a rhyme wants a melody or a book wants readers.

Please know that I dream of laying forever in your arms as nothing ever can describe, for I love you more than the tide loves the moon.

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4s1na · 2 years

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cry ?

Nah, I prefer to bleed on paper.

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kaleb-is-definitely-sane · 5 months

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Maybe, in some other universe, where we are older and wiser and closer…. maybe we could’ve been happy. Maybe you would love me. Maybe I wouldn’t have hurt you. Maybe… our love would amaze and shock the world and they would know that surely, there is something more powerful than all else.

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farfromstrange · 1 year

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A random Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader thought I had on Halloween [and I’m now dropping it a month before Christmas ‘cause I can]

Pairing: Matt Murdock x f!vampire!reader

Warnings: vampires, religious imagery, dialogue heavy

a/n: lmk if you want me to turn this into an actual fic!! I enjoyed writing this little excerpt so if you want, I can spice my profile up and actually write this idea out!!

“This isn’t going to hurt me, you know?”

“Oh yeah?”

He stopped clutching the golden cross dangling from around his neck, building the perfect contrast to the crimson of his leather clad suit. The irony of the Devil’s horns paired with the religious piece of jewelry went straight past him, but never past the woman standing right before him on the steps of the small, abandoned chapel in the heart of New York City.

“Aren’t vampires supposed to burn at the sight of a crucifix?” He realized that burn might have been too strong of a word. “…or something equally as dramatic?” he added, the hint of a dark smirk gone lost in his voice.

She chuckled. The sound bounced off the high walls decorated with poison ivy and cobwebs, and the cracks in the stone were prove of the significant age of the catholic landmark. “That’s what humans like to believe,” she said. “In your pretty little heads it goes something like this: If the sight of Jesus on a cross can make the undead shake in their boots, God must surely be stronger than the evil lurking in the dark. I would know, I used to be like you once. A long time ago. But no, that’s actually a common misconception. The only emotion this crucifix elicits in me is pure, unbridled rage.”

“And you really think I’d believe that?”

“I would say take a look in the mirror, but,” she clicked her tongue, “I don’t think you are going to see anything. Not because the mirror would be empty but because you can’t see. That’s important to clarify.”

He chuckled. “Okay, I get it. You also have a reflection. You know, you could tell me anything you want, that still doesn’t make me believe you.”

“You don’t have a choice though.”

“Oh, I do. I always have a choice.”

“What, you want to throw garlic at me next?” The silence told her that he played with the thought. “Sweetie,” she cooed, condescension in its rawest form, “That’s not even going to leave a rash. Don’t like the smell or the taste, but then again, I do not require sustenance, so nobody cares that I don’t like garlic on my food.”

“So, no fear of crucifixes, no allergy to garlic and you have a reflection. Is anything they teach us about vampires real?”

“Fair question, but no. No matter how badly you want those myths to be reality, they’re just myths. Stories. Retellings. Children of the human imagination.”

“Bram Stoker’s Dracula.”

“Classic literature without meaning,” she said. “But it’s a good book, nonetheless.” He could hear the smile on her voice, which was about the only thing about her that was audible to his ears.

There was something terrifying about acknowledging the existence of vampires. They were dead, abominations, creation of Satan – vampires were unnatural, born from the deepest, darkest pits of hell.

Her lack of bodily functions made it almost impossible for him to anticipate her behavior and it had him right on the precipice bothering on insanity.

“You’re very educated, Matthew. I’m impressed. I like that I can talk to you on an intellectual level, although that outfit of yours is a disgrace hiding behind my favorite color.”

“Why,” he asked, “because blood is red?”

“Perhaps, or maybe it’s just because red looks good on almost everyone.”

He scoffed.

“Dear Matthew, I know I’m currently breaking your mind, but fear not! I don’t want to kill or eat you,” she said. “Not your blood anyway.” Her eyes trailed over his body. Needy they were. Aroused, even.

He caught up on it. The longing glance, the lick of her lips, letting the saliva drip from her tongue to her bottom lip. He didn’t need to see to imagine her wild eyes undressing him.

“What do you want?” he asked. The last thing he wanted was for her to get the wrong idea.

But that dangerous woman already had the wrong idea. In her head, it was the right one. An attractive man entering her temporary stay… she would be the last person to say no to that.

“Nothing,” she stated. “I don’t have an ulterior motive. I know you want to have a reason to hate me other than the fact that I stand against everything your little catholic heart stands for, but I can’t offer you that.”

He scoffed. “Yeah, right.”

“Myths, novels, folklore and everything else that even remotely borders on fantasy is something that feeds your human brain with things you understand. You want to believe what you know to be true in order to justify my untimely death if you were to drive a stake through my heart or something equally as dramatic. That way, you wouldn’t have to feel guilty for murdering me, but since you can probably tell that there is a faint heartbeat in my chest, it’d still be murder.”

“Untimely?” he scoffed. “I doubt that a vampire’s death could ever be untimely.”

“Three and a half centuries is actually pretty early for my species. Equals about the age of twenty in human years.”

“I don’t understand,” he expressed, desperate and he looked so small then, standing below her.

“My advice,” she said, taking a step down from her pedestal, “delete everything you think you know about vampires from lore or mythology and start making up your own mind.“

“Why?”

“Ask yourself this instead, why not? Why believe anything you can’t prove to be either false or true just because you have a gut feeling, or your world views are different? Isn’t that called prejudice?”

“Prejudice?”

“Yes. I know big words too, Matthew. I mean, I am very old.” Her smirk told him she took this anything but seriously. “Well, you are catholic,” she said. “Catholics thrive off of prejudice.”

Matt shook his head. “You have no right to judge me.”

“I’m not judging you. I’m simply telling you to open up your mind to the possibility that there might be actually a power that’s even stronger than God. Just the possibility. Consider that. Rethink the world, rethink your religion, even. Rethink everything and reconsider what’s really important. Once you’ve done that, come back and have tea with me. If we’re still not on the same page then, you may drive that stake through my heart after all. I know you want to. God knows you want to. The only person who doesn’t know,” she said, tilting her head to the side as if she was talking cutely to a child, “is you, Matthew.”

“Deal,” he spoke before his brain even got the chance to think about it. “But don’t think for a moment that you’re in control of me. I can make my own decisions, and if I end up deciding to get rid of you, that’s my choice too.”

The vampire shrugged. “That’s fine by me. I do not fear death in the way you humans do.”

“Oh, sweetheart,” he chuckled breathlessly, “When I’m done with you, you’re gonna wish I’d been so merciful as to kill you.”

“Feisty, I like it,” she said, a smirk dancing on her lips in a heated salsa. “I look forward to talking to you again, Matthew.”

Her heels sounded faintly against the stone floor as she disappeared into the darkness of the abandoned church walls.

“You’re going to sleep in your coffin now?” he couldn’t help but toss after her.

The sweet sound of her usually so dooming laugh filled his ears. “Bed, actually,” she said, not even raising her voice from wherever she stood to stop and listen to him. “Coffins are so eighty-seven.”

Matt shook his head. He had always feared the creatures of the night, like the sisters at the orphanage told him to, and the priests at church always taught God’s disciples to be weary of Satan because Lucifer hides behind the most beautiful faces. The snake lurks in the dark and every person, male of female, represents Eve in the Garden of Eden, submissive to the silver tongue of the devil. That’s why you have to be on the lookout, they told them. He’s in people you don’t expect, and the creatures of the night wait for you to let them in so they can corrupt you.

Somehow though, this one was different. She was much different from what he expected and somehow, that intrigued him more than it scared him. She could have killed him but she didn’t. She could have eaten him but she didn’t. She had the opportunity, yet she chose not to.

He left the church instead of following his instincts to trap her and lock her away. He left and he decided to rethink everything, like she told him to.

What could possibly go wrong?

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lusie-king · 11 months

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"You're going to hell," he says with a shake of his head and an ear to ear grin.

"Oh, I am for sure going to hell," I reply, leaning back in my seat. "But not because I deserve it. When God sends me there, it will be because he is terrified of me."

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stardustmuseum · 7 months

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am i that forgettable?

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sahltz · 9 months

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I never knew that love could be like this; I know it can be soft, kind, and understanding, but despite the feeling of being loved, despite these things, there's still a hole that only we could fix. No matter how our loved ones pour all their love into us, it is like a futile attempt to let ourselves feel okay just by having their love. I've always told myself we cannot give what we do not have, yet here I am, loving but slowly drifting. It is like a race where only I can decide whether its time for me to stop this madness or let my loved ones hug my imperfections, or maybe I'm scared to show my weakness as I always prioritize loving myself even more or maybe I still haven't loved my self, perhaps I'm just faking it to act tough and be ready when people decide to break my trust again. I no longer hope; I go with the flow.

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jacuzziwrites · 2 years

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"Love me." She pleads.

"I do not know how to live in a world where you do not love me. Love me, please." I look away. I can't look into her eyes. Her eyes hold such blatant adoration towards me and yet, I feel nothing towards her.

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itwaspouring · 1 year

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And yet again I met someone

Who didn't feel like you

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ofalterspace · 7 months

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fragments

When your heart has been broken as many times as mine has, I think that you don't even feel it anymore. Not like before. It hurts, sure, but it is more of a pinch than a punch.

Part of the reason why is that I don't even let it get to that point anymore. My heart was never whole to begin with, so it's easier to notice when the fragments are slowly drifting away.

It is fine. I will pull myself together. Buy new Band-Aids. Maybe some tequila. And then we are ready to fall again. And break again. Until there isn't a single part of me that isn't cracked.

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systemofstars · 8 months

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A Love that felt like Sap Green

I met him on a warm humid day under the tree. There was someone else on my mind, he always is. I’ve now made him a little home in the back of it, a cottage with a fireplace to keep him warm (incase of stormy days) and ivies clinging on the mud walls. He built his home in the back of my head — and oh he’s a traveler, sometimes I don’t see him in months; but he always returns when its too cold outside and I keep him warm and entertained. My mind is a theatrical show, and he understands my tragedies so he never gets tired of watching these plays. So, when he does disappear for months, I work on new scripts, new storylines for when he’ll arrive, new tunes and paintings as I stroke my brush in the walls of my brain.

While conspiring a new storyline I wondered, what would happen if I fall for someone new? Would I evict him from the woods of my head? And so, I opened my mind to new possibilities, to see how this storyline could change. Anything for the script seemed to excite me and I don’t know how many lovers I tried on before I found one that if felt like could fit best.

His eyes were sap green. Like the leaves of the tree house I stood under. I make him my first muse, for even a handwritten letter and hugs that lasted forever didn’t ring a bell in his ears. I think I have a thing for lovers that run away. Lovers that come with expiration dates — because I’ve always been too scared, they’ll walk up into my mind and I’ll have to evict him out of the house up on the hill. But I wasn’t scared this time. I wanted to know how it felt like, to love again. He bit his lip a tad and lit a lousily rolled cigarette. I’ve smelled this before, off the resident’s sweatshirt, off my best friend’s hair and off my lips before I’ve kissed men. I wanted to touch his face, but he touched my hand — tracing along the fingers and guiding me to lift myself up and sit on the table where he sat. I do not remember the conversations, the colour of his eyes became a film gradient. I’m trying to explain to him life has its mysterious ways of getting you to learn things and every experience is happening for a reason and he looks at me in a way that if weren’t in a workshop covered in sawdust, we’d only be an inch away. And love that feels like sap green is often as fragile as the leaves it colours with it. And so he was. Breaking every night and holding himself in the morning.

“I can get some food for you” I barely just learned how to cook. I tell him if he’s homesick, I can get him some home cooked food. I am not a natural romantic, I had dialed my mom a few minutes earlier and she cooked up that thought. But he said that’s very kind of me, but he’d rather be alone and hung up the call. I want to say, “I can make it better” but a leaf is easiest to tear when you don’t apply too much pressure and with something so delicate, it takes one blow and so I sit and stew — vegetables in the pan for a single person to serve.

But I meet him the next morning and I try pretend fall has arrived on the coast, when it never truly is winter in this place. Hoping the leaves shrivel and change their colour, and the ground welcomes hues of passion and forgetfulness. I walk up to the inventory; it smells of the usual sawdust and just the right amount of varnish. I pick up a power angle grinder and I’m ready to start my day by smoothening hard surfaces. You tread your way from across the cabin and shadow right behind me. Its either spring or fall, not an in between could’ve hads and should’ve beens. I turn around and you smile, and ask if I’ve been looking for something. I said I was, not anymore and meekly smile and walk out of the room. My head feels light — perhaps there was more varnish than I had anticipated. And you’ll find new logs for me to sand just to be around me, but no matter how much you smoothen out a surface — the cracks remain rusty until you seal them with polish. Therefore, I never wrote about him when I was falling for him, I couldn’t decorate a love and make it more when under its seal its still cracked. And we looked at each other for long, enough to know the relationship’s beginning and end. He held me under the stars yet chose to only have a letter I wrote to him as a remanent of his memories with me. He brushed my heart like a new leaf, and that was the fastest way to crack it open.

And so, I let him in my mind, and the stories he enticed were marvelous to not decode and script — with every colour I discovered something new I learnt about love with it. Oh, but the house, its resident is still travelling. But the more I learn about love, the more I understand why he is. And with each lover that brought a colour, I learnt something new about the way he set up the house in my head. The ivy creeps on the mud walls, and so did sap green into my heart. Many more hues you left as décor for me to dance around to, and ink similar stories to what you brought home whilst travelling.

A warm humid day under the tree, his skin flushes pink when I say something funny, his fingers inked blue when he touched me so he pulled them away.

- mehr

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inksplashgirl · 10 months

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Soft

you have the softest kiss

that I have ever felt

and my veins seem to melt

as I lean into this

because you are comfort

and so

soft.

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blooming-anna-rose · 2 years

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and in the blink of an eye it has been years since I felt as if I had lost everything it has been years of hard lessons of tears of mistakes and growth and sunny days and best friends I feel everything these days I don’t suffocate my feelings I don’t feel like I'm drowning anymore my head is clear and I can see the waves idly flow past in front of me the wind feels soft in my salty hair and the sun kisses my shoulders my freckles meet the sky as I look up and I know I am okay and I know I am going to be okay and I know I am going to live a life full of love. I still have nightmares and sometimes I can’t sleep I still am afraid of growing up I am afraid of losing what I’ve known all my life but life is a constant act of letting go and I know I can gain more in a year than I can ever imagine. I have so much trust in myself and I know it’s okay to not know where I'll be in a year because I have myself I have my friends that have become my family I have my health and peace I have a direction to grow so I look up and I say thank you with a smile on my lips and tears in my eyes.

n.c. // Morro Bay

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youdontknow-silvia · 11 months

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I regarded my mother's cautionary tales of heartless souls as fables of fiction. Yet, in the jarring wake of your actions, fiction became reality: there exist hearts as icy and unyielding as winter's breath.

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autumnalglaze · 1 year

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i want to keep them forever. to preserve their soul within a paint stroke, to hold their heart in my writing. an immortal love that lasts beyond the grave, our hearts reunited in the heavens as the humans admire our romance.

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lusie-king · 7 months

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"Is loving me really the worst thing in the world?" He asked, knowing I'd never say the three words.

"No--God no," I breathed, touching the side of his face. "It's my favorite."

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