#TEARS OF SINS ALL DYIN

[shinebrightlikeanarwhal]

Sal making his version of The Mississippi Squirrel Revival after witnessing that and playing that at the school's Christmas party, where Kenneth is resting his head in his arms laughing(red face, tears, stomach and lungs hurting, ya know) at what it was that caused the confessions that day. (He may or may not have hired Sal to sing that at church next Sunday)

I included the modified lyrics!

Well when I was kid I'd just moved in Down to Nockfell, in the summer I met a young fellow around my age, who became my best friend We'd run barefooted all day long Climbing trees free as a song One day he happened catch himself a squirrel Well he stuffed him down in an old shoebox Punched a couple holes in the top and when Sunday came He snuck him into church We were sittin' way back in the very last pew Showin' him to our good buddy Ash When that squirrel got loose and went totally berserk!

Well what happened next is hard to tell Some thought it was Heaven others thought it was Hell But the fact that something was among us was plain to see

As the choir sang "I Surrender All" Squirrel ran up Harv Newlan's coveralls Harv leaped to his feet and said "Somethin's got a hold on me! Yeow!"

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Pascagoula (Pascagoula) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin pews and shouting Hallelujah! (Hallelujah)

Well, Harv hit the aisles dancin' and screamin' Some thought he had religion Others thought he had a demon And Harv thought he had a weed eater loose in his Fruit-Of-The-Looms He fell to his knees to plead and beg And the squirrel ran out of his britches leg Unobserved, to the other side of the room

All the way down to the amen pew Where sat Sister Bertha better-than-you Who'd been watchin' all the commotion with sadistic glee But you should've seen the look in her eyes When that squirrel jumped her garters and crossed her thighs She jumped to her feet and said "Lord have mercy on me" As the squirrel made laps inside her dress She began to cry and then to confess to sins that would make a sailor blush with shame She told of gossip and church dissension but the thing that got the most attention Was when she talked about her love life And then she started naming names!

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin' pews and shouting Hallelujah! (Hallelujah)

Well seven deacons and then the pastor got saved And twenty-five thousands dollars was raised And fifty volunteered for missions in the Congo on the spot, hehe And even without an invitation There were at least five hundred rededications And we all got re-baptized whether we needed it or not

Now you've heard the Bible stories I guess Of how He parted the waters for Moses to pass All the miracles God has brought to this ol' world But the one I'll remember to my dyin' day Is how he put that church back on the narrow way With a half-crazed Nockfell squirrel

The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin pews and shouting Halelujah! (Halelujah) The day the squirrel went berserk In the First Self-Righteous Church In that sleepy little town of Nockfell (Nockfell) It was a fight for survival That broke out in revival They were jumpin...

I’m sorry the fucking squirrel making a girl confess to sleeping around his me CACKLING.

I have never laughed so hard

Why is it making people air out their business plssss

Sal doing this at a school performance and watching the people he got the parts from get embarrassed. (Larry is the one telling his ENTIRE love life and …. Activities to the church.)

The squirrel was just red trying to avoid a bath. He rolled around in some dirt and Travis refused to let him get cuddles and kisses until his body is nice and clean.

I fucking love this so much. O h my god imagine the face Kenneth made watching this!!

#sally face #sally face au #travis phelps #larry johnson #sal fisher

[sugawarassoulmate]

dyin at the no nut november asks,,, but,,, suga who has impeccable self control 🥴 and who edges you all of november bc if he can't nut u can't either but he wants his baby to feel good 🥴

i love him sm

words: 533

cw: fem!reader, orgasm denial, oral (f receiving), fingering, crying, minors dni

okkkk so i’ve always hc that suga has really high stamina yeah?

so therefore…..my boy would survive no nut november with no problem

he could be nice and help you get off but that’s no fun

nah suga wants to be chaotic™ and make you suffer

if he can’t cum, neither can you. but that doesn’t mean he doesn’t mess with you lmao

suga just really likes the feel of you on his tongue and fingers :/

all he wants is to have his head between your thighs all the time and feel your juices run down his hand :(

but as soon as he feels you’re about to cum, he���ll stop bc he doesn’t want you to lose!

and when you’re kicking and crying bc you just want to cum, he’ll cradle your pretty face in his hands and calm you down

“but, baby…” he coos in pattern with your whines. “you know you can’t cum, don’t get upset”

and, with cute lil tears in your eyes, you ask him why he keeps edging you...why is he being so mean?

but suga hums and gives you a sweet kiss “because i like making you feel good, baby,” he says, mouth against yours. “you just feel so good around my fingers, i can’t help myself.”

it wasn’t fair.

why did the universe bless him with those beautiful eyes that are hard to say no to? or that cursed stamina that keeps him going for ages. more importantly…..why was he given that tongue that topples you over the edge time and time again?

suga’s head was in its rightful place between your legs, lapping at your cunt without a care in the world, his fingers circling your clit purely because he loved the noises you made. the bottom half of his face is soaked, drenched in your essence because he refuses to pull away except when you’re about to cum.

all you want is to grind on his face, to ride that sinful tongue until you’re seeing stars but your boyfriend slaps your thigh every time you try.

“kou, please, please, please,” you know it’s useless. nothing you say will make him give in. it doesn’t matter that you’re actually crying fat tears, your legs kicking out underneath you. suga won’t stop until you’re completely exhausted and you still have a lot of fight left in you.

suga takes a second to breathe, the fat of his cheek smushed against your thigh as he looks up at you, his fingers never take a second to stop. “you’re so pretty, so fucking pretty. look how you’re dripping all over me,” he rambles, in awe of the mess you’re becoming. “miss being inside that pretty pussy.”

his fingers keep working inside your cunt, teasing those bundle of nerves until you can feel your release building again. you try to stop it, but suga’s hands never give you a break. for a fleeting moment, you’re in ecstasy and you’re dumb enough to think you’ll actually get to cum.

but just like every other time, suga pulls away, ripping any hope of pleasure.

“i’m sorry, baby,” but the smile on his face tells you it’s a lie.

©sugawarassoulmate 2021 all rights reserved - please do not repost/translate my work on other platforms!

#haikyuu #haikyuu smut #sugawara x reader #sugawara koushi smut #sugawara kōshi #sugawara koushi #sugawara #sugawara koushi x reader #sugawara scenario #sugawara headcanons #sugawara koshi smut #sugawara koshi x reader #haikyu #haikyu smut #haikyuu x reader #haikyu x reader #haikyuu headcanons #haikyu headcanons #🥀 #🥀suga

[epikhightrans]

Epik High - Rosario (feat. CL & ZICO) (Keep reading for lyrics)

CL: You came as a rose And left me behind with nothing but thorns My dear

Tablo: Be good while I’m still around Shut up when I’m away and be good while I’m around If you truly wanted to sit back and relax F**k “rest in”, just keep saying “peace” You ain’t missin’ nobody You’re missin’ a heart Isn’t it as easy as an easy murder? Whatever I do, it becomes a sin As if everyone is so spotless? How come there are this many saints? Don’t even shed me a teardrop Afraid of the law but none of y’all fear God Pretending to be clean, trying so hard So what if you’re awake? With bloodshot eyes You do as you please, f**k out my way Little bastard, who do you think you’re talking down to? After all, my existence always assumed loneliness If you weren’t around when I shed tears, You don’t deserve me when I laugh

CL: Do what I wanna Say what I wanna Hurry, bite and yap away Don’t want your prayers Don’t want your roses Ain’t no one dyin’ today Out of my way I am a legend and I’m here to stay Did it my way Whatever I stepped on became the way When it rains, I’ll dance in the rain Yapping away Ain’t no one givin’ a f**k what you say

Zico: Thank you my haters The honour is all yours Handwriting my epic narrative with your malicious comments I’m Catholic; even on the verge of death, I desperately believed in art [1] I stoop to conquer While pretending to run away, I led the way You didn’t know? Don’t expect any failures I don’t take breaks That’s right, incapabilities are beyond my abilities Zico is finally cancelled Arrogance got him all screwed up Less than a year after, Swallowed the Melon whole, the rind and all [2] If you’re offended, punch in these coordinates Don’t even know what the book is about, just busy holding it You’d prefer anonymous, because whatever you see is all there is I’ve given everyone a chance to unbox this luxury item Here, unwrap it Bite me now

CL: Out of my way I am a legend and I’m here to stay Did it my way Whatever I stepped on became the way When it rains, I’ll dance in the rain Yapping away Ain’t no one givin’ a f**k what you say Mithra Jin: I hear mad dogs howling all day When they cross the line and get on my nerves, my flesh gets bitten off Those hands, hidden in the dark and dancing with swords Throw at me with ease, like a single word, A flower with nothing left but thorns Unrestrained and merciless Try shaking me, I wouldn’t budge With the rocks you throw, I build stairs My voice passes through walls and cross the border You’re still a speck of dust in my eyes Whether or not I shake it off, there’s no gain I don’t waste my time Even if I spend all my life working hard to build a tower The world would tear it down But I lay yet another stone

CL: Do what I wanna Say what I wanna Hurry, bite and yap away Don’t want your prayers Don’t want your roses Ain’t no one dyin’ today Out of my way I am a legend and I’m here to stay Did it my way Whatever I stepped on became the way When it rains, I’ll dance in the rain Yapping away Ain’t no one givin’ a f**k what you say Out of my way

Tablo/CL: Out of my way I am a legend and I’m here to stay Did it my way Did it my way Whatever I stepped on became the way I paved the way I paved the way For everyone that is pavin’ the way Yapping away Ain’t no one givin’ a f**k what you say Moment of silence

© epikhightrans [1]: “예술을 믿었었지 (I believed in art)” is homonymous to “예수를 믿었었지 (I believed in Jesus)” [2] Melon is a major Korean music streaming/downloading platform.

#epik high #tablo #mithra jin #mithra #dj tukutz #tukutz #epik high is here #epik high is here 上 #rosario #cl #zico

[babbushka]

Its sin day!!! Hip Hip Hooray! Thank you! this is a highlight of my week. My Dear, Mrs, Z. If the muse takes you there, can we please get the reader sitting on Clyde Logans face? Im feeling a little nasty today. Only if you feel inspired.

(1k; face riding/oral sex, a real fun time)

You’re spending time together in the kitchen preparin’ a real nice lunch, when Clyde lets out a thoughtful sigh from his spot at the cuttin’ board. He’s been real quiet all mornin’, and that ain’t somethin’ out of the ordinary for Clyde, but still, you have a feelin’ that somethin’s on his mind and you don’t ever want to pressure him to let it out before he’s ready. It looked like now though, he was ready, havin’ let the thoughts sit in that handsome head of his for too long.

“Darlin’?” He asks, chewing on the inside of his cheeks as he carefully slices carrots into pretty ribbons.

“Yeah big bear?” You act as if you ain’t been waitin’ for him to tell ya all mornin’, giving him easy eyes, an encouraging smile.

“Do ya think I’m…simple minded?” He asks, and you frown. That sure as shit wasn’t what you’d been expectin’, and anger begins to boil up in your blood at the idea of someone being so cruel to your man.

“Who the fuck said that?” You ask in return, puttin’ your hands on your hips in that way that’s got Clyde fightin’ a smile. He’s always known you to be feisty, an absolute firecracker.

“We was tellin’ Joe all’a ‘bout the robbery and he said somethin’ along them lines. I think he meant it as a compliment.” Clyde shrugs. He knew Joe didn’t mean it in any bad way or nothin’, but it wasn’t sitting right with him, made him self-conscious in the way that words can always do.

“You’re one of the smartest people I know, Clyde, I mean that.” You say even as you’re puttin’ your own veggies and knife down, walkin’ over to the sink and washin’ your hands, moving around the kitchen as if you’re gearin’ up to go somewhere. “Ain’t nobody gonna make you feel otherwise, not on my watch.”

“Where’re you goin’ sweetheart?” Clyde follows you around, catches you around the middle before you can go put your shoes on.

“To pay Mr. Bang a visit and tell him what for.” You’re frownin’ and the look is so cute on your face that Clyde can’t help but feel a little lighter. He nuzzles his nose into the crook of your neck and sighs.

“Naw you don’t gotta do that – but there is somethin’ you could do…if you’re wantin’ to cheer me up ‘n all.” He suggests.

It doesn’t take long to figure out what he means, not with the way his hand reaches down down down your body, pushes through your panties and rubs at the hot skin of your lower stomach.

“Oh yeah?” Your bad mood drops immediately, replaced with the swoop of excitement as Clyde only hums out a yeah against your neck.

In ten minutes flat, you’ve got him laid up on the couch on his back, your knees straddling his face as he eats your pussy out like he’s a dyin’ man and this is his last meal. You didn’t bother to get naked, not yet anyway, not in your haste, but he did tear your panties clean off of your hips, tore it straight through the middle to kiss and suck and lick at your cunt.

“Yes! God – oh shit Clyde, Clyde honey – yes!” Your head is tipped back as you ride his mouth, his chin, his nose rubbing right up against your clit as he smacks the back of your thigh, makes you yelp out and clench down around his tongue.

“Mmm,” He moans, smears the words into your cunt, lets you feel the vibrations all the way up into your stomach, makes your bones rattle, “Bounce on my fuckin’ face baby.”

And you do, you do you do you do, rockin’ back and forth on his face, your hands grasping at your own tits and squeezing them, rolling your nipples between your fingers to get all your nerves on fire as your body quakes above him.

His hand alternates between holdin’ your hips steady and grabbing or smacking your ass, his other arm hooked around your thigh to keep you from accidentally buckin’ your hips too far and slidin’ off of him. His cock is rock fuckin’ solid in his shorts, and every accidental movement of his own hips and thighs has him groaning into your pussy from the friction of his boxers against his dick.

“Yesyesyesyesyes! Oh – oh – ah!” You gasp, not afraid to be loud, not afraid to shout out his name. You’re all the way out in the middle of nowhere in the woods, after all, no neighbors for as far as the eye can see. You can afford the volume, especially when he goes and starts suckin’ on your clit real hard, tugs it between his lips.

He’s moaning, precious thing, and if you had any energy to spare you’d be thinkin’ about how good he is, how he’s gonna get rewarded for swallowin’ all your come. His eyes are rolled back into his head and his toes are curled against the cushions of the couch and it makes your heart stutter that he loves this, he loves eatin’ your pussy, loves the feeling of your thighs caging his head.

“Clyde! Aw honey, oh!” You shout as your cunt spasms around him, coming so hard and so suddenly that you stumble forward a little, have to brace yourself on the armrest of the couch, your eyes squeezing tight and your hips rolling in desperate attempts for him to lick and suck your folds through it.

He does, your perfect husband, he does, tightens his grip on your ass and pulls you even closer down onto his mouth, desperate to drink up every last drop that you gush all over him.

When you both calm down for half a minute, you grin and fall backwards onto the couch, your ankles by his head. He turns and kisses the arch of your foot, lifts his hand up and lays it on your pussy, thumb swirling lazy circles on your clit as your body shudders under the attention.

“Feelin’ better yet?” You ask with a great big smile, and Clyde huffs out a little laugh.

“I dunno, might need to go another round to find out.” He raises a brow and you bite your lip and nod, laughing happily, blissed the fuck out, when he surges forward and buries his face into your cunt again.

#clyde logan x reader #clyde logan/reader #clyde logan #clyde logan smut #clyde logan imagine #clyde logan x you #clyde logan/you #clyde logan fluff #logan lucky #adam driver character #Anonymous #cowboy answers

[mrsunderhill678]

Woops, I wrote again

"What a shame it is, ta recognize the fingers that pulled back the hammer. What a shame it is, when the man in the mirror's the one who shot the gun." - Darnell Bronko

"They tell ya heaven's in hiding and lead you to the edge of your sanity, whispering, "Jump, heaven sits at the bottom." And as you fucking fall, you begin to realize that angels never fell, they jumped and thought it paradise." - Jess Mercikal

"I'm a grave dug too early, digging up my own bones, always wondering why the different are damned whilst the powerful are celebrated for their indifference. But I guess that's just how it goes, huh? The boy who cries wolf is loved by the predator, for he falls easily into his maw. But as he begs for a savior, everyone passes the different boy by because "He asked for it." - Havio Bonecross

"There is no beauty more pure than the release of life, the gasp of the heretic soul whispering like smoke on the edge of the saint's holy knife." - Vareeth Gospel

"She was a delusion of the worst kind. Of the breathing, haunting kind that digs it's fingers into the recesses of your skull and crushes every thought, every memory with dream slathered hands. And she was the worst kind of evil that consumes, and consumes, and consumes until there's nothing left but the girl that was, but is no more." - Zacharia Von Shelrick

"My mind drifts back ta the days'a pain, and every time I see brokenness reflected in the eyes'a that old orphanage. And I can't help but think'a that little girl, chokin' on darkness and delusions before she ever had a chance ta live. And that's what pain does ta ya. It kills innocence and replaces it with himself." - Clayborne Pettygore

"In the eyes'a innocence decayed I met young evil, killin' a young girl from the inside out as if that old eightball had whispered she'd fall inta the darkness without a damn doubt. And every now and then, my darkness reminds me that in some ways, I'm just like that little girl. Dead too soon. Corrupted too young. A grave before I ever crawled." - Sampson O'Connel

"Some men get choice. Men like me get ta follow fate's river as it fuckin' sweeps em away." - Wyval Killsrift

"Son, I'd go inta the dark gently if I were you. Her teeth are sharp and she likes the kinda prey that fights back and dances on 'er tongue." - Wyval Killsrift

"I've got a knife in the back of my throat, and it coats my words in blood." - Wyval Killsrift

"Peel back my skin and tear me apart in search for redemption. In search for beauty. But all you'll find in the remains of my ribcage is a heart faded to black where all the red used to be. I'm a power lusting, sin starving, wretched beast, preying on his own flesh just to survive who he's become. But I like it that way. I always have. There are many forms of death that don't end in a funeral. A kind of death you can only see in the flickers of emotion in a cruel man's eye." - Totalis Sinsbad

"Evil wears many faces. But the evil I met, she wore only one." - Bob Smyke

"I don't think you ever really leave that first high. I was just young and dumb when I went on my first trip. I soared through the air on acid wings and smoke. My eyes spilling with tears that tasted like blood on my whiskey scarred tongue. And I'll never escape that memory. That addiction to the liminal. To the blurred edges of reality. I've grown so achingly tired of this body. I just want to fucking escape myself. And that's what my addiction gave me. But I the snake tongued devil, shaped like pills and needles never told me he'd carve small pieces of me off as I slept and dreamt of greater things." - Mieda Brushvaker

"Escaping reality's a deadly, thing. First, you tell yourself it's just this once. You'll never fucking do it again. And you keep telling yourself that. Before ya know it, people start leaving you because you're just a cocaine husk, bleeding from the tip of a heroin needle. I told myself I'd quit again, and again, but that shit changed me. And in some sinister fucking way, I'm always going to be a junkie, caught between this rift in reality. Cause I just ain't been me ever since white powdered fingers came for me in the dark and choked the reality from me." - Armano Sketer

"I wouldn't get in the habit of denying reality. It's a knife, my friend. And with every denial of it's existence, it sharpens. And it prepares to cut, slow." - Darwin Flowrick

"I'm a lustful, starving, crooked shadow. Feasting off of innocence. off of scars. Off of pieces of fragility and wicked divinity. Many call me a monster, but I'm human. Dreadfully human. And isn't that what makes their hearts run black? I am as human as they who damn me. I used to be just as innocent. But I came for myself, with teeth reddened by the slaughter, claws sharp and hungry for a young boy's innocence. And with pale, crooked eyes I desecrated my sense of self, and tore it apart piece, by delicious, starving piece." - Darwin Flowrick

"Redemption passed 'er by, and delusions came for 'er with feral, rotting teeth. If she ever knew innocence, it curled up in her chest and opened in her heart like a dyin' flower. Blackining. Decayin'. Dyin' before she ever had a chance ta fuckin' live. I once asked 'er "Why?" And all she ever did was smile and ask, "Why not?" And that's such a wicked kinda' evil. Such a relentless, fucked up kinda misery. And I always wondered, as she faded inta the night if she went home ta the darkness she'd always lived in." - Roan Scorpio

"Darkness beats in my chest, like a soft, quiet melody told by very few. They say it's forbidden. They say it's cursed. Dreadful. Deadly. But I like the way it resurrects me. The way it pulls my cracked bones back together. The way it stitches the flesh and sits, like blood on the tongue. I sway under the dying light of innocence, closing my eyes as I know, I've truly felt what it was, to die. And it came for me with pale fingers and crooked, bones. And I like the way it nips at my scars with reddened teeth and tells me this horror is beautiful." - Elzibith Varcoat

"There's a ghost in my head, and it whispers reasons for it to haunt me. You'll fall back, it says, you'll grasp at that sweet release just to escape from the mind numbing reality of who you are. And I always fight back in whimpers, and cries, and tears in the corners of my eyes. It's not so easy fighting a war when the enemy is yourself, and it's who you are on the frontlines. Armed with rifles full of addiction and needles, ready to prod. And tear. And chew away at me until I'm me no more. Just another drug bound, addiction fueled ghost." - Torva Allidaine

"Truthfully, I am not a human being. Humanity was ripped from me first from bullet hole fangs and gunpowder dripping tongues. And as I tried to scrap together what pieces of me I had, humanity was once more torn away from my bones. For pale fingers came in the dark and ripped, away. As if I was just another layer of skin hiding the bitter, rotten goods. So I do what I can with what little I have. I kill a bad man. I fire off another fucking bullet. Because that's all I am. A thing that goes bump in the bad thing's quiet darkness." - Amarillo Crocker

"Sometimes, I must confess, I begin to wish I could rip away at this skin. Like a sunburn beginning to peel. I have stood in this flesh for too long. This aching, heavy, crushing flesh. This is not me. It can't be. I want to fall, like Icarus from the sky. To let my wings and skin burn away with the heat of the sun. If only to reveal the woman hiding behind all this skin. This ugly, defiant, constricting skin. I am a cage. But I've always been a cage. too." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"Hungry, reminding fingers wrapped around my chest. Stealing the air from me. The comfort. The safety. It was always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me I'm not who I should be. Who I want, to be. It lives in the mirror, and the steam from the shower. It lives in my chest. In the edge of a shaving razor as I cut away at facial hair that never should've been there. It's suffocating, sometimes. But usually, it's quiet. In the back of my head. In the back of my chest. The back of the shower. Always there. Always hungry. Always reminding me of the face that isn't mine in the mirror. And that's what it feels like. Being somebody that isn't you. Never was. Never will be. Never again." - Valdosta Coffenbury

"I fell asleep, but it weren't so kind. I tossed, and I turned. I fell inta my first nightmare'a the night. I can remember the pitch black sky. His quiet anger that was so, loud. I couldn't speak. As if the terror, or the sorrow, or whatever the fuck it was sat in my throat, forcing my words back down like tears drippin' from my cheeks. I don't remember much'a the second nightmare. Just red. Everywhere. In my throat, in my words, bleedin' from my God damn eyes. But then I was awake in the twilight, wrapped in itchy blankets and cold sweat, wonderin' if I'd woken back inta my life, or stepped inta another fucked up piece'a me." - Ace Swinton

"My heart's a threadbare emotion, starving on the memories of my mother." - Rafaela Caesar

"I want to see the vulnerable side of you as I slink under the shadows of your bed, to listen to the way your breath breaks and mourns under the weight of a nightmare and dream divided. I want to see you broken as I hide in the shadows of your closet, to hear the secrets you whisper to torn sweaters and dresses you outgrew long ago. Eaten away by moths and woven into a spider's web. But most of all, perhaps, I want to taste the blood of your malice in my mouth as your anger nips at my tongue and tries to kill this man I am. You can never be rid of me, for I am the monster under your bed, who has killed all your shadows, and butchered all your light, wondering what you'd become on the edge of existence." - Darwin Flowrick

"Running my fingers against an old, worn out photograph, I come to realize my sister was a delicate hero to herself. There was a storm in her, a deadly, violent storm of anger and sadness. But when I look into those paper eyes, splashed with her sister's tears, I can't help but think I failed her in some way, as if I'd just tried a little harder, she wouldn't be this cold case in my heart." - Sun Morvosina

"Some sins are perhaps worse than murder, worse than lust, death, desire. And perhaps my mind lusts for the things that will damn it, shoving sins into it's maw and sucking at the heart until it's bone white. But the greatest sin of all, perhaps, is that I am me, and in some way, I always have been." - Melias Skinwalker

"My heart's a gentle, moss covered bomb, and every now and then, a fragile little emotion comes on by and pulls back the pin. Can you imagine that kind of deadly vulnerability to your darkness?" - Ben Stilts

"I dipped my pen in the blood of my identity, and word by word, I wrote my death." - Shilo Andrakall

"I'm gunpowder and pistol smoke rising after the murder of another man's conscience, and as the smell of death begins to brew in the puddles of red rain, I come to realize a soldier dies the moment he steps on the battlefield, and out from his heart claws a monster made of gunmetal sacrifice and howling intentions." - Halzio Vickmon

"Blood on the hands mares the vision of the revolution, dwindlin' it down ta nuthin' but murder. But rest assured, good will come'a this." - Cedric Popovici

"It's starting to feel like this world doesn't run off of what's right, but rather thrives off of what's profitable. We spill blood and we call it noble. We fire our rifles and call it a good cause with violent tendencies. Good, does not come for men like you and me. We died the moment we stepped into a revolution built on the backs of those who fought." - Havar Swanson

“I spent so long thinking something was wrong with me. Thinking that being who I am was wrong, and hateful. But as I learned to accept myself, and met a man in the shadows of the night, I came to realize hate convinces you love is just another afterthought of the foolish.” - Paige Newdelle

“Armello's a kind, soft, beautiful soul, loving me in all the colors we can see. And even some we can't, too. As he kisses me deep, and I run my fingers through his tangled hair, I know the lost can be found, even if it's in their own Neverland. Even if they have to find beauty in a Wonderland of our own.” - Paige Newdelle

“If I have to be somebody, I want to be somebody worth being.” - Camille Trueblood

“If I could, I'd wear all their scars for them. I'd let the darkness swallow me whole. For all my life, I've promised to be their mother, their hero, their best friend. When they're hurting, mama's always here to wrap em up in a big old hug and tell them everything'll be okay. And when they have secrets that dig into their hearts, they can always come to me and unburden themselves. I'll give them everything I never had. Because I lived in a loveless home, and I just want them to know though life can hurt, it can also be so, damn beautiful.” - Camille Trueblood

“In some way, my children are heroes to me, too. I was living a lonely life until I held my two baby girls in my arms. And slowly, more of my heroes came into my life and grew like seeds of love that just couldn't wait to blossom. I must be the luckiest woman alive, to have found such joy after the hurting. To find such love after my heart stopped beating.” - Camille Trueblood

“Truthfully, I'm not a masterpiece. But aren't I beautiful with these torn edges and faded colors?" - Camille Trueblood

“Scars can only exist so long as they're hidden.” - Camila Dillingo

“There's no greater misery, really. Then being surrounded in a field of hateful hands that poke and prod at your identity until you no longer feel like yourself past all those stains of mean spirited words and actions.” - Camila Dillingo

“I think family never ended with blood. It always started with the promise of loyalty, the promise of love that grows and changes with who we become.” - Camila Trueblood

“I know I'm just one voice in a crowd of shouts, but I always had this funny little idea that even just one person can change the world." - Camila Dillingo

“I often wonder who I would be if I was not me. And I often feel as if being a man I'm not would be kinder than being this man I am.” - Calliger Cougar

“I shook hands with a faceless devil, for he's worn a thousand different faces and a million different smiles, only to realize that truthfully, he can never be himself. Again and again he tells me he wants to wipe his slate clean, but his eyes are ever filled with immortal emotion. As are mine, as are mine.” - Calliger Cougar

“We're puppets dancing on nooses.” - Calliger Cougar

“My hands are stained in red emotion, my heart scarred the dirty color of emptiness, my eyes dripping with the tears other men couldn't bring themselves to shed.” - Calliger Cougar

“The world's grown tired now, and as it's eyes begin to close, and humanity reaches it's final hour, we should come to realize with the world's aching last breath, peace shall finally rise golden over the horizon. Humanity's become such a festering plague to themselves, and we're just waiting to rot away in bodies that aren't our own." - Calliger Cougar

“Life's become little more than an instinct, really. My heart beats because it always has, I breathe because that's what I've been doing all my life. I don't live because I want to. Because truthfully... I don't cherish my life.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I feel like a flower that's decayed, and people just take little pieces of my body away because they find beauty in the broken. But no light gets through my cracks.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I can still remember my mother's eyes, filled with ugly horror. And I can still remember all those nights spent in the dark, weeping because I wished this body wasn't mine. This scarred, bruised, fucked up body.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I've tried to escape myself in every way possible. I've touched the tips of death's fingers only to recoil at the feeling of her cold skin against mine. I've killed for substances that left me dreary and high, lost in a fucked up fantasy that I didn't earn. I can still remember the way cocaine tastes on my lip, the way the needle feels pressing against my bruised skin.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm like salt in coffee. Everyone always mistakes me for sugar, but recoil and hiss upon the tasting of me on their lip.” - Burasbley Highersman

“I'm just a heavy and cumbersome body carrying around bones that aren't even his.” - Burasbley Highersman

“People say we rise from our pain, but I was never a Phoenix, just a bird with broken wings that never learned how to fly.” - Burasbley Highersman

“Past dis hard shell, tiny cracks begin ta appear, cause dat's da life of a fighter. She swings 'er fists no matter da trouble dat comes 'er way. Dat's what life's about. My fathah taught me 'ow ta throw a fist at eight, I could throw my brothah outta the ring at ten. I've spent my whole life preparin' for the fight so that when it came 'round, I wouldn't be da one bloodied in the dirt.” - Ronda Blousey

“I've got black eyes and bloodied knuckles from all these wars I've waged.” - Ronda Blousey

“I'm a lioness, and my roar lives on the edge'a me bleedin' fist.” - Ronda Blousey

“The cruel, the damned and the monsters own this town in my heart. The inside of my ribcage is etched with old claws and gnashed, broken teeth. Because where all my memories used to hide, only scars now reside.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“Mark and my scars are all I've still got, because my heart beat's slow and only quickens in terror. Mark and I are feeble souls trying to make it to another day in each other's arms, but we feel so cold on each other's skin. We're lost, trying to find ourselves in each other, but I think that hope left us as our children became cold cases and became lost to an ever growing statistic that leaves wounds in the hearts of a parent.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“We're all just trying to gain some ground in the town of bastards and cheats, knowing even if we play the right cards, even if we roll double six or snake eyes, winning was never an option in a town of outlaws and sinners.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I'm a cigarette tangled mess, skin etched with a mother's scars.” - Ellise Kivenstein

“I wish I remember what it was like. To be truly happy. But I suppose when you lose that big a piece of yourself, you'll never really feel complete. Because no matter how many part time substitutes you shove into that emptiness, it remains a blackhole, consuming everything else you thought you'd always have." - Ellise Kivenstein

“I've got pain in my heart where my mother used to be, and every now and then, I can still hear her ghost telling me no matter how far I fall, no matter how much pain I'm in, I'll always be her baby girl.” - Crescella Shroovet

“Truthfully, I'm playing Russian Roulette with my sorrow, wondering which of us will drop first. It's a dangerous game, fighting against your misery. Because the bastard cheats. I've learned to let go of the things that bring me pain. I can't climb a ladder of knives and blame myself for the way my palms bleed. I can't trudge up stairs of sticks and stones and blame myself for the way the soles of my feet begin to bloody.” - Crescella Shroovet

“My heart's a tapestry of my mother's words and loss, beating slow. Beating feeble. Beating truthful. I close my eyes and remember my mother's arms around me, and I tell myself, in a voice that sounds like hers', that everything'll be okay.” - Crescella Shroovet

“I woke up in a foreign land of ash and smoke, the remnants of my bridges burning in my nostrils and pulling tears from my eyes as I realize life gives no choice to the broken man.” - Asher Shroovet

“My mother used to tell me people are equal in the fact that they all have the choice to be good, but unequal in the choices they choose. But ever since my mother became a cold case in this heart of mine, I've begun to learn nothing ever changes. All but the weather and the nature of man.” - Asher Shroovet

“I used to be part of a silent crowd, anger sitting in my chest but never roaring. But I've learned silence is the kinda thing that kills, so with these scars in my voice, I let my roar be heard. Even if it's a little weathered. Even if it's a little broken.” - Asher Shroovet

“My sister and I are warriors of loss, mourning our angel's wings but knowing no warrior ever got to keep their halo. A hero is a man who fights with honor, sparing the bad man and the good man alike. A warrior is a man who does what needs to be done, giving no mercy to the cruel man because later down the line, another will die for the trigger you couldn't pull.” - Asher Shroovet

“I've learned pain's an immortal thing. Once you feel it, it never leaves you be. But it becomes easier and easier to live with as you grow, love and learn. We're all in pain. We're all hurting. It's what we do with that hurt that counts. It's who we become after the worst of it that makes us or breaks us." - Asher Shroovet

“My pain sits, like barbed wire under my shirt, bleeding me every time I move. Every time I sit. Every time I try to flee. My pain's in the gasps of my breath and the smoke that leaves my lungs. I'm a war of change and indifference, locked away in a barbed wire, human ribcage, wondering why my heart feels so locked up in the past.” - Bryan Jensen

“My memory's a thief in the night, stealing my joy. My safety. My sense of self. It rips into me, like a knife dragging thin white scars across my hurting mind and heart. Always reminding me that I'm not worth much past the words other people say. My scars whisper to me, begging me to add more to my collection. My traumas repeat, as if I'm under a roaring river, tumbling and breaking my bones on the stones of my fucked up memory.” - Bryan Jensen

“I stay alive, if only to protect her from my death.” - Bryan Jensen

“We were just two broken children in a fucked up home, hiding beneath dirty sheets and blankets. Wondering why love never found they who needed it the most.” - Bryan Jensen

“I can still hear the shouts of my father, the open palm of my mother. Their pain became my pain. Their words became my words. It was as if they were a fucked up religion, burying my sense of self underneath holy words and verses, bound in the righteous spine of a young boy's pain.” - Bryan Jensen

“I'm a grave bound shovel diggin' the holy their beds'a eternal slumber, made'a dirt and names forgotten by all but the fuckin' stone.” - Peter Scolifade

“Truth is, monstahs hide in da kindest'a men, and all it takes for that wicked bastard ta break outta his cage is one good reason. And friend, my monster found plenty'a reasons.” - Peter Scolifade

“Cold, deathly fingers wrapped around me chest, stained teeth bit down on my skin, opening red mouths in my scarred flesh. And as the monster within' tore through me, coverin' me in reasons ta die, I knew this was it. This is how saints fuckin' die.” - Peter Scolifade

“I grew up on an old dirt road with nuthin' ta call me own, lookin' for reasons ta live in the ink spilled sky. But brothah, all I found 'tween the stars were bullet shadows and gunpowder constellations whisperin' of the end'a old Saint Peter. And it was there, under the ol' night sky that Peter Scolifade died, and out from his corpse rose a man that looked like him. All but in those wicked eyes, cold and righteous with the promise'a grim ends ta come.” - Peter Scolifade

“I ripped through me sense'a self with a dead man's knife, partin' the red sea in my ribcage, barin' me black heart ta the shadows and monsters'a dis world. And as I fell back, a mess'a things that glisten red in da night and crimson that pools beneath dead men's feet, I knew I was no more than a murder, livin' on past 'is years as a ghost." - Peter Scolifade

“In my mind, it feels like two old friends have collided fist to fist and neither knows what they're fighting for.” - Brandall Mulligan

“Under lonely and begging colored bar lights, I met a devil, wrapped in desire and lust, and all the things that go bump in the night. She's cigarette smoke curling around a dead man's finger, whirring him back to life with empty promises and whispers of a grand becoming.” - Brandall Mulligan

“You know, a ghost of the gambling den once told me that the darkness is welcoming to those who don't fight it. And I'm starting to think he was right. Because the shadows look more forgiving then the light that burns like fire on my back.” - Brandall Mulligan

“I wouldn't take a bullet for me, so why should I expect anyone else to fight for me?” - Brandall Mulligan

“Bullets fall, like red rain down my ribcage, stainin' me heart the dirty color'a murder and whiskey bound misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I was always broken knuckles and shattered windows, walkin' down an old dirt road, trustin' my revolver sooner than me old heart.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“I'm an outlaw of the old night sky, angel's fallin' through my scotch glass, devils clamberin' in the smoke'a my damn cigarette.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“My ma always told me the weak man's easy prey for the bullet, the lost sheep's an easy meal for the starvin' wolf. And oh son, you're beginnin' ta look a little lost, and I got some hunger on the edge'a my bleedin' tongue.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“We're all a silver coin away from a casket, we're all a cigarette away from a wildfire. Life don't care for the dead, but damn, it don't give much a damn bout the starvin' livin' neither.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“Dare ye whisper bout me sin, I'll make sure yer damned by Sunday mornin', beggin' the preacher ta forgive yer wicked misery.” - Ramsey Von Agamasteine

“The thing about people is, they can't heal in the place where they were first hurt. Before they find peace, they've gotta leave the origin'a the pain behind.” - Wilford Straw

“The way I see it, we're all warriors in our own regard, hearts bared on whatever kinda sleeve we got. Be it leather, denim, bare or tattooed. Our hearts are out in the open, and the truth becomes the water in which we feed and grow.” - Wilford Straw

“I once asked a powerful man with pain in the cracks'a his smile and blood on the edge'a his razor where his fall from grace began. And he told me with flickers'a sorrow in his eyes that it started with death. It always starts with death. And sadly, that's what some men think. They tell emselves their already dead, so they never git ta thinkin' they can live again.” - Wilford Straw

“After the rain comes the bloomin.” - Wilford Straw

“The day I was born life gave me a blade and threw me into a war before I ever had a chance to learn how to swing my sword. And so I earned bruises I never should've suffered through, and my back's etched with scars I didn't have the right to earn.” - Liv Creek

“I see pieces of our father lost in his eyes, the lies of our mother dancing on his tongue. He tells me this is how it has to be. This is who he has to be to survive. But survival isn't worth it if it kills who you are.” - Liv Creek

“I'm a scarred warrior wielding a rusted blade against her demons, knowing their deaths come too slow.” - Liv Creek

“I've learned the path to strength is paved in the pain of the weak. Through this path of my own broken bones I stumble, pain hanging like a sword on my lip, heart hardly beating as I choose to survive rather than live. Don't cheer for the warrior as she passes you by, don't thank her for her sins. Mourn for her as you would a grave, weep for her as you would a lost one. Because the warrior is the weak girl who had no choice but to be strong and defy who she was in the face of her pain.” - Liv Creek

“I grew up believin' in all the little things. Like magic, and fairytales, and love that would last. But my Wonderland was stolen from me by a mad man's bullet, and as I look inta the eyes of a man I used ta call brother. Used ta call family. All I see is a tickin' clock, whisperin' that my old heart's runnin' out of time with each strike'a midnight. Boomin' like thunder in my mind.” - Buster Beckem

“Ya know, I've found that I find no comfort in the idea'a the future. The past's warm and welcome, wrapped in the blankets'a my love and the red lipstick'a my lover smeared on my paint stained cheek. But the future stands cold, flecks'a snow promisin' I won't make it out the other side a man that's me. And as I leave this Wonderland'a my memories behind, I know I leave with a heavy and burdened heart.” - Buster Beckem

“This old heart'a mine used to bare it's wings with pride, soarin' over the clouds and touchin' the sun with the tips of it's fingers. But it fell like an angel, graspin' at everythin' that made it feel loved as it faded away inta the future's distant twilight.” - Buster Beckem

“I've been countin' days ever since my love was lost on me. I've been savin' every smile in parts'a myself I hide. But I can't measure the loss in me. I can't begin ta describe this bruise on my tongue where her love used ta reside. I close my eyes and I can still see her sippin' from a chipped coffee mug, hair frizzy and orange, hands stained in blue and pink paint. I always told 'er she was a masterpiece, even if she weren't perfect. Even if she made mistakes. And now, as I lie down in an empty bed, I begin ta wish it was her arms around me rather than these tear stained cheeks. I begin ta wish it was her hand on my shoulder rather than a crow perched like loss on my jacket. And I begin ta wish, as I curl this finger around a trigger, that it was her fingers curled inta mine." - Buster Beckem

“I'm the color that stains your lips as you take your own off mine. I'm the color of your heart as she dances her clawed fingers against your scarred skin. And I'm the color that trails your body as she stains you with her venom love. But I'm the color of your rage, too. The color that bleeds from between your knuckles as you grip the broken pieces of your love. The color that stains your tongue as she bites down on your lip. How beautiful, how deadly, how strange, that I can be anything you want to be, and everything you never knew you needed. While also being the very thing that rips your heart from your chest, my hands thick with the color of love, and anger and pure blood that tastes innocent on the siren's lip.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“Don't you know monsters look like people? Don't you know sinners look like saints and taste like beauty on a heathen's bleeding tongue? I was always a serpent, fingers trailing against the holy as I mark them with my lust filled brand. It's foolish, to fall in love with the serpent, but I've pressed my lips against the skin of Eve and the forbidden fruit tastes of me as she bites down on the feeble flesh of sin. Of forbidden desire. Of deadly lust.” - Kaia Harzelburg

“They say we're all sinners, damned before we were ever born, but I don't think of it that way. Sin is earned, just as sainthood is fought for. Just as good is taught, just as evil is learned.” - Bobby Sticcs

“On the edge'a death I met a boy with misery and shadows in 'is eyes, carved inta like he was just another sheep fed ta the wolves. Never did I see war break a man so young, never before 'ad I seen a man bite down on bullets and call em his fangs. But in the eyes'a that boy, it wasn't war I saw. But hell, flickerin' in the eyes of a mad man.” - Bobby Sticcs

“Some men march off ta war for honor, others find the monster inside as the bullets begin ta fly. But in some way, we're all ghosts and monsters'a the trenches, as if those dirt dug battlefields were our Eden, our rifles our flaming blades. The pools'a red in the rain our forbidden fruit. And I 'spose that made they who sent us off ta die our serpents, lies and forbidden truths flickerin' from behind their damn teeth.” - Bobby Sticcs

“We can't live behind the lines'a our enemies, expectin' them ta care when we throw our lives on the wire thin line.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“Family don't end with blood, it starts with love.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've got an old heart that hums and whirs ta life upon the tappin'a Vernon's fingers 'gainst my cheeks. He's my gentle lullaby, and every time he presses his lips 'gainst mine, my heart bursts with colors I'd hardly 'ave recognized if it weren't for this love we share. We love each other in colors that didn't exist, but whirred ta life as our hearts collided.” - Bobbi Crazendale

“I've been on a long, treacherous road, throwin' my fists at da 'eart'a darkness, wonderin' why it looked like me own.” - Billy Jenkins

“In da past I see eyes I used ta love, caught in da rift between gunpowdah and survival, drownin' undah da tide'a sin and love. Swept away by the hungry, starvin' need ta stay alive. I can still remembah runnin' undah da willow wif' her, swearin' I'd love 'er for da rest'a me days. But where 'er 'eart used ta reside in moine, now sits a hungry bullet, carved with a name I recognize and used ta press against me lips. But this bullet feels cold between me teeth.” - Billy Jenkins

“I'll face me future wif' a baseball bat and a grin built off all da things it took ta survive. And as me sister tells me I'm 'er hero, I know dat even if me bones are etched wif' love lost ta the edge of a bullet and da loss'a me heroes, I can do me best ta do good by her.” - Billy Jenkins

“Da broken man wif love all around 'im is blind to da beauty before 'im." - Billy Jenkins

“There's not much man can control, all but the words that tumble like devilry from his tongue.” - Beutler De Niro

“I'm a business man, and everywhere I go I see business in black hearts and lies that shake the soul.” - Beutler De Niro

“Many have described me as a monster, but I'm human, and that's what makes me so dreadfully horrific to all who witness my blood stained revelry.” - Beutler De Niro

“Do you know what lies do to man? They sit, like a guillotine's shadow over the good man's neck, slowly wilting away their sense of self like a rose decaying to black. And eventually, through the lies of cruelty, the good man dies, and from his corpse, the husk of a wolf begins to rise.” - Beutler De Niro

“Any man will pull the trigger if told it's for his own good. Anyone will sin under the light of anonymity. We're monsters beating in black hearts, convincing ourselves that in our deadly sin, that we're human. But we never were. We never will be. We haven't been human ever since Cane rose a stone against Abel, ever since Eve took a bite from the dead man's fruit.” - Beutler De Niro

“Don't mistake my kindness for the truth, my friend.” - Beutler De Niro

“I've seen misery in the form'a rusted hatchets and dusty black coats bitin' at the wind, but I ain't gonna let this murder'a crows be the damn death'a me.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I'm a spurred boot outlaw, kickin' her way ta freedom as the bastard sons'a darkness open fire at the girl they just can't catch.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“Some folks think power's found in the edge of a revolver with a hammer pulled back. But ya could never fire power from a dead man's gun. Power always came in the form'a good people helpin' other good folks make it ta sunrise. Power's found in the good hearted, in the justice bound, in the heroes and do gooders'a this world.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“I refuse ta stand by as bad men get their kicks at the edge of a hatchet's malice.” - Dolly Rainbolt

“The sunrise waits for all who sit in the dark, and the stars shine for all those who are lost. No matter where you go, light always shimmers, preparin' to let ya back inta her gentle embrace once more. Don't dare lose yerself ta the delusion that redemption don't come for those who've hurt." - Dolly Rainbolt

“I've been a dead man walkin' ever since I first dug a grave, and under that shallow dirt, two men lie. Ol' Thomas Quisly and Margrave Ed'Collinmellow. And together, they rot, like shadows under the light's festerin' grave.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Welcome ta the wastelands, where the weak become blood on the strong's teeth, and the strong stand above like a shadow'a survival and misery.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Good luck tryin' ta kill this vessel'a rotted flesh and hollow heart. My humanity was ripped into by stained, yellow teeth. It pulled away at the flesh. At the mercy. At the goodness in me. Until nuthin' but a festerin' heart'a sins sat where Margrave Ed'Collinmellow used ta be. Shadow, and cruelty bit inta my heart and tasted the redness in me, stainin' their teeth with innocence and purity. Until all that ran through my veins was dark.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“The world's gone quiet these days, all but the moans'a hunger that come from the wax white graves'a man. And here I stand, just like the biters and creepers that shamble and bite.” - Margrave Ed’Collinmellow

“Ever since my mother was taken from me for the things she did to survive, I've been left out alone like a criminal amongst the dead and weary. I've spent my whole life fighting a war, just trying to survive. Just trying to get back to my mother. But fate tore us apart before it brought us together, and all I can do is clutch these memories and whisper, "I wish you were here." - Hazel Winchester

“On the dark and grimed streets I met insanity, reflected in yellow teeth and cold blue eyes. They called themselves the unforgivables, and as my death flashed in the silver of their knives, I knew why they could never be forgiven. They made a warrior out of me, but I won't thank them for these wolves' claws.” - Hazel Wincester

“I wish my mother was here to tell me how to survive. To wrap me up in her tattooed arms and tell me everything's going to be okay. But she's a broken piece in my memory, always bleeding me. Always reminding me that she's not here.” - Hazel Winchester

“Always reminding me that she's not here. I speak in the tongue of violence. My words have become steel clashing on steel. My song has become blood on innocent hands. And this language I speak has become teeth gnashing and biting at the good in me until all that remains is the survival, in me.” - Hazel Winchester

“I'm a lion lookin' ta the grey and empty sky, wonderin' why the only color I see is red.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Dare not walk inta the shadow of the circus, where bad things are done in the dark and plastic teeth rip inta the hearts'a the frail and weary.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Wherever I go, there's a siren callin' me name in strobe lights'a red and blue, tellin' me I'll be the last one standin' in a murder full'a crows. But here I sit, as the one beast I can't tame, my heart nocturnal, my ribs broken by the beast that rattles in my damn chest.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Look deep inta the eyes'a those who preform and you'll begin ta find it's pain that drips from their tears. Our laughs are made'a glass and we're just the beasts taught how ta dance. There lies no beauty in this paradise, for Eden's been consumed by a serpent's maw, and the angel who swore ta protect lies silent in the belly'a the snake.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Long ago I asked life what I'd become, and as I stared at a pool'a my own blood, all I could see was a red lion reflected in me pale and hungry eyes.” - Bortley Dekruiful

“Life is lived at it's best when it's simple. When it's beautiful in it's odd and whimsical mundane fantasies.” - Beckett Cruvell

“My thoughts and who I am just don't align, cause as things begin to change, my regret stays stagnant. And it claws at me, ripping through my throat as it says, "I wish you the best with me by your side." - Bartholomew Stiller

“I've spent my whole life wanting to bring justice to the cruel, to bring peace to the good. But as red and blue sirens blare in my head, coloring the smoke and fog the color of justice and division, I begin to realize I'm just a gunshot echoing between my own dead eyes.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Who am I past this anger? Past these sins? Past the gunshot fired off in rage and bitter consequence?” - Bartholomew Stiller

“Some secrets are better left undug, but there I stood, shovel in hand, unaware it was a grave I dug for myself. And as I fell, clutching at roots and dirt, I came to realize looking for secrets in the dark is like playing Russian Roulette with a fully loaded chamber. And damn, man. I just pull that trigger.” - Bartholomew Stiller

“What a wonderful world it is, ink, rippling like blood in the water, stars blinking out as humanity whither and dies like a daffodil God forgot.” - Azralos Crossvine

“Do you wish to kill me? Good luck. Killing a man with such power is no easy task. For his words live on in the empty hearts of the men and women who stood so gleefully under his boot's shadow. My words live on like a growing weed in the garden of Eden, choking the life from the roses and leaving a bush of thorns behind. It's not so hard, killing a man with simple phrases such as, "You are saved," And, "In the eyes of God, you are forgiven." - Azralos Crossvine

“I've watched men put a gun against their temple and pull the trigger for the grace of God. I've watched people leap from cliffsides to appease the clouds and stars. I've got blood on my hands, and they are drenched in the kind of words that kill.” - Azralos Crossvine

“I was just a young and dumb shot in the dark, hurtling toward a target he didn't know shared his damn name.” - Avian Browdy

“I stare heavy into the empty eyes of fate, and with a broken claw, he carves bits and pieces of me away from myself, until I can hardly call myself human with these puzzle piece scars etched into my damn skin.” - Avian Browdy

“You know, an old friend once told me monsters look just like us. They share our eyes and pretend to be human, but when they smile, and the sun glints pale on their fangs, you best know to run head over heels to escape a fate of claws and reddened maw.” - Avian Browdy

“Peace don't live in the man mercy forgot but hate remembered.” - Avian Browdy

“Shadows exist as extant forms of us, and as regret claws at my throat, I know it left it's scarf behind in my life, only to come back for it years later and fashion it into a noose around my fucking throat." - Avian Browdy

“People break you down and cast their stones against you, just to say, "That's life, better get used to it before it kills you." But cruelty was never life, just death coming for the hurting souls early.” - Gabianna Santinos

“The cruel and hateful look for justification for what they've done, condemning they who they've hurt just to feel as if they're righteous in their cruelty, in their hate. But there was never any justification in hate, just the way our emotions bleed onto others. Like a red rain coming from the dark clouds of our misery.” - Gabianna Santinos

“You can't spend your life wasting away into emotions better left spoken. You've got to let the truth speak for you when your words can't.” - Gabianna Santinos

“Mistakes are what we learn from, they build who we are, but they also leave scars. Truthfully, I'm haunted by the things I've done and the people I've hurt. They sit in my mind like ghosts who just don't wanna leave me be, reminding me that worst parts of me are the ones running the show.” - Sam Wormwood

“She saw past the worst parts of me, and told me that she was here for all of me, not just shards and pieces of me. But these days, it feels as if I'm a wayward archer with an arrow that never flew. My arrows sit in my heart, like holes of loyalty and intention. I'm always bleeding. Because I've got blood on my hands and memories I wish I could forget.” - Sam Wormwood

“As I looked into the eyes of someone I called brother, and saw nothing but cruelty in his eyes, I realized who we're around influences who we are. And I'd become cruel in the search for brotherhood. But as he swung his fist, and I laid him in the dirt, it still felt as if karma would come for me with eyes I recognized.” - Sam Wormwood

“I have to wonder if that's an angel or regret lying on my shoulder.” - Sam Wormwood

“I was just a rough and bruised country girl lookin' for a fight 'til I met her. And all of a sudden, as she pressed her lips 'gainst mine and told me I was loved, it felt as if my bruises and scars were healin', fadin' away like stars as the sun gently wraps it's arms 'round the pale orange sky.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“We're all burdened souls, buildin' up our strength ta lift the weight'a the world. But we never realize that we don't oughta do it alone. Ya see, we git this idea that our burdens are ours ta carry, and ta have another help us lift that weight would be selfish. But those who love ya are always willin' ta stand by your side and relieve ya of the burdens that leave ya crippled, gaspin' for air in an empty heart.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“I'll never come ta understand why folk choose ta succumb ta rage and cruelty, but he who pulls the trigger ta end a life's no soldier. Just a killer dressed in noble intentions.” - Morice Bronzinheit

“Home ain't some place you can go. It's found in the eyes'a love, in the hearts'a family. It ain't where you're born, it's where you felt like you could truly live." - Morice Bronzinheit

“It seems his flickering smile follows me wherever I go, and when I look into my eyes, it's his I see.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Every now and then, my sorrow comes for me. There is no end, nor a beginning, just circles and circles of sorrow as I dance my way around the edge of misery.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“I sit like a softly spoken sorrow at the bottom of my ribcage, weeds and black rot growing out from my promises, out from my lies, until I can hardly call myself a garden with all this decay in me.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“Being who I am's such a lonely, quiet thing. It feels as if I'm cursed to this circle of sorrow and remembrance. And whiskey was always easier to swallow then the idea that I'd never return to myself. Easier to swallow then the tears, the grief, the anger.” - Pamvera Wendellburn

“All my life, I've been a bruised knuckled, broken glass kind of woman, anger running like blood through her veins, fist always curled back, jaw always clenched. Because life was a fight and I'd spent my days losing.” - Avarell Boneson

“I'm an angry serenade, followed by the slight echoes of peace. But as my daughter wraps a blanket around my scarred shoulders, and tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I've always had a place in this world. And it's to protect that girl, full of spunk and curiosity for a world that don't leave girls like her be.” - Avarell Boneson

“I've always been a fighter, but what becomes of the warrior when she's no more battles left to fight? When she's no more reasons to throw her fists?” - Avarell Boneson

“I've lived my life in a violent blackout, and I've hardly been who I am. But as I hum my daughter another lullaby, and my sister tells me I'm her hero, it feels as if I'm falling together into a person that's me. I've been cold steel and wildfire smoke for too long. I just want to be the peaceful melody that lulls my anger to sleep. But my rage sits in my curled up fist, and as I clench my jaw and prepare for another battle, I know life's not through with this wounded warrior yet. So I put rage into the chamber of my revolver and let it fly." - Avarell Boneson

“You know, my brother used to tell me that he's met death a thousand times, and as the world began to fall, I began to wonder if it was all the ghosts he'd met, falling like angels from the wounded and burning sky.” - Ash Plucker

“I used to fight who I am, my knuckles bloodied from wars I never should've fought. Because hiding from yourself is such a strange, accepted kind of misery. But as I cut my hair and traded my dresses for a leather jacket and old, torn jeans, I felt like I was slowly beginning to become me. I'd always known I wasn't a girl, but I'd never wanted to be a man either. So I'll just exist, I'll be me, and that's all I ever really needed to be, huh?” - Ash Plucker

“Cruelty never had a place in this world. It echoes on the tips of bad men's tongues, justifying it's existence by claiming it's name is survival. But if you cast it's shawl aside, you'll soon realize blood for blood was always just cruelty in disguise.” - Ash Plucker

“I've spent my whole life trying to avoid this person I am, tripping over identities that weren't me, covering my face with paint to kill the scars that whisper the story of how the joyful girl died. I've got a heart made of cracked and fragile glass, and whenever someone dares whisper who I am, it crumbles into my stomach and I bleed on these pieces of my heart.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I've never known peace, all but when Heather touches a rough hand against my cheek and tells me I'm hers'. She loves me as I am, and just as the sun loves the moon, she's here for me in all my phases, loving whichever emotion chooses to rear it's head and bare it's teeth. If it weren't for her, I'd be long gone, drifting away into the empty just to avoid this person I am. But she makes this heart of mine a bit less lonely of a place to hide.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I wish I was a war cry, but I'm just a fragile whisper, and the only ones that can hear me are the ones that care enough to listen. To everyone else, I'm just a ghost sitting on the edge of her identity, as if she wanted to leap, but didn't have the courage to fall.” - Amorith Vesbly

“I swear, those I loved follow me like ghosts in the smoke, and just as I close my eyes and think I'm okay, I find myself fading away into memories too close to forget, but too far away to crawl back to.” - Amalda Greene

“I'm haunted by the heat on my skin, by the smoke and cinders in my lungs. My mind's becoming a grave, haunted by my memories ever drifting, and no matter where I go, I can't escape this ghost of who I've become. My mom would tell me to put it all behind me, put on a brave face and think of better days. But honestly? I don't think better days are coming.” - Amalda Greene

“Life ain't just some sorrow bloody repeated, it's every mistake ya made on the way ta success.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“We're all questions ta ourselves until we earn da courage ta find da bloody answer.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Power, I've learned, makes inhuman monstahs outta 'umanity, moldin' the good like clay, wettin' it's hands in the blood'a da merciful until da peace is no more.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“I once looked to da skies and asked for somebody ta shatter me so I could become somebody new. And out of these broken pieces, I built somebody worth bloody bein'.” - Vinceta Dallifritz

“Some people want to stick to lies, just as lies have stuck to them, but we can't really find peace if we're at constant war with the truth.” - Rust Ashena

“In truth, I'm not made of stone. My bones are fragile and easy to break, my emotions whir like glass in my head, and my hands are scarred with blood and broken nails. But I'm a soldier.” - Rust Ashena

“In all this war, in all this pain, I must at least remember, I've got people who fight for me. In my garden of black petaled roses and problems, a single rose stands, like a bloom of red I'll never come to understand. When Camallo pulls me into his embrace and tells me he'll never let go, I know that at least in his love, I'm safe. He holds me while I fall apart, threading my stitches back together as I begin to unravel. Often, I feel six foot under all this doubt, all this pain, all these scars, but Camallo's always there, shovel in hand, ready to dig away at the mourning man's grave.” - Rust Ashena

“On the edge of the horizon, I see a silver lining, and I start to believe it looks like his smile, like the way his fingers curl into mine, like the way he looks at my scars as if they were a beautiful tattoo telling the story of the way I died and was born again.” - Rust Ashena

“I was just an x value I couldn't understand, trying to catch my answers in the wind as lies drifted on by. But it feels like, when Melania took my hand in hers' and told me she loved me for the very first time, I'd finally found the answer to who I wanted to be. When she pressed her lips against mine, everything began to fall into place, every question became an answer, all the unknown became known, as if my heart had always known what it needed.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“It's not the bruises that matter, or the scars, but how we let them heal.” - Glorice Shaywalker

“I'll always remember the way the gunfire echoes and ripples, as if it was a stone skipping across a lake of all the lives it would touch.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I heard once, that she who fights for the world is very rarely fought for, and as I struggle to get to my feet, I've come to learn no one's fighting for me, and it's my own feeble fists I must raise.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My ribs are etched with what it took to survive, my tongue wet with the blood that fills my mouth when I bite down on my tongue to keep these emotions in my skull.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“My body's a battlefield, and my heart beat sounds like a bullet casing hitting against the crimson river.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“A man I look up to once told me that we're not strong, just broken, trying to carry the weight of the world with two human hands. And as my sister looks at me, swearing up and down I'm her hero, I begin to realize heroes exist only in the eyes of those who haven't tasted war on the edge of their tongue.” - Nyla Riverbrook

“I used to be a question to the world, lost in doubt and visions of who I could be. But as I embraced myself, and found my answer hidden deep in my little beating heart, I knew this is who I was meant to be. People ask us to change while they stay the same, lost in ignorance and hate until it becomes the air in their lungs and the tears in their eyes.” - Amanda Blaze

“I was lost, stumbling in the dark, until the light of my identity flashed like a torch in the horizon. It was only for a moment, like a whisper, but it was enough for me to follow the memory of the warmth and light I felt when I was accepted as I am.” - Amanda Blaze

“Love lives in all of us like a seed, and we're just waiting for someone to come along, not afraid to get their hands dirty as they dig through our identity and scars with loving, gentle human fingers.” - Amanda Blaze

"I watched all my friends become strangers, and I'm just sitting here in their shadow wondering why I couldn't save them from the darker side of life. But I guess monsters always look at us with eyes we sadly recognize." - Jess Mercikal

“We're all looking for someone who makes us feel safe and comfortable in who we are, and when I look into my daughter's eyes, and I feel my wife's hands on my cheeks, I know I've found my safety. And I'll never find myself falling without knowing I'll survive the landing.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Life can seem so complicated, but all it takes to live is a few simple things that make you, you.” - Alicia Winnefred

“Some people say we die much before we ever live, but if you've done it right, than as you lay down for your final rest, you'll have lived, and lived, and lived, and in some odd, beautiful little essence, you'll never die. Because flowers will bloom on your grave, and that's where you'll sit, like a smile that never forgot the sorrow that made it shine so bright." - Alicia Winnefred

“I am a lie so often told, and in the pen of sheep I sit, draped in white wool with dapples of red, waiting for the opportunity to rip my teeth through the feeble skin of truth.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My heart never beat, my mind never felt. The rare times I did, feel, was in the emotion that rippled in a dying man's eyes.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“The sheep is easily fooled into thinking he's safe, because so often wolves wear wool on their backs and kindness in their smiles, hiding the blood behind their fangs and murder behind a handshake.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“I'm just a little spider, spinning his web and watching in glee as the fly finds himself caught, struggling and festering like murder flashed on the newspaper headline's. With hungry fangs and blood filled eyes, I descend on the weary fools caught in my web of lies, sinking my teeth into their skin and ripping scars into their minds as I taste them, like a tragedy on my lips.” - Akolzo Cometsphire

“My friend, gaze to the midnight sky and tell me what you see. Stars, twinkling with wishes, or specters of something that was once beautiful, shining in the dark like a grave marked with a corpse instead of stone? And then, I want you to look into my eyes, and tell me what the night sky means to a man who spills blood as if it were ink on a page, spilling into poetry and prose. I'm a vessel through which murder and lies see. Nothing more." - Akolzo Cometsphire

"Mercy is a fool's game for a cruel man." - Bovine Thukkit

"The most fearful foe of all is the one that haunts you with a long dead friend's smile." - Maxmillius Sharonbew

"Boy, you think that was death? You ain't met death 'til ya've felt her fragile, cold fingers on the edges'a your back and spine. You ain't met death until she stares back atcha with cracked glass eyes as ya look inta the old mirra. Death, Martin fucking Hatcherfly, tasted like barbed wire, bitin' down on a thirsty tongue." - Apollo Dreadful

"My anger claws at me feral, like a woman raised by wolves. Biting, clawing, scratching at the corners of my heart and skull, as if her teeth were made to kill and her claws were made of steel. And there's somethin' so temptin' about the beauty of the anger that lost it's peace in the gentle maw of wolves." - Kurizo Chandlewick

"The dark came in quiet whispers and deadly screams, as if the sky had ripped into itself, thrashin' and howlin' with the light of a thousand dyin' dreams. And that's what his shadow looks like. Them wolves are lightnin' strikes in our sky, and he's just the heavy clouds full with rain and thunder." - Miallo Strawburry

#writing #characters #author #dialouge

[hopehunted]

𝗝𝗢𝗥𝗗𝗔𝗡 𝗧𝗢𝗨𝗦𝗦𝗔𝗥𝗗’𝗦 𝗦𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗗𝗧𝗥𝗔𝗖𝗞 — listen here.

A HORSE NAMED COLD AIR / MITSKI.

a lake with no fish is the heart of a horse named cold air who when young would run like a storm they would say. i thought i'd traveled a long way, but i had circled the same old sin.

WIFE / MITSKI.

i cannot bear you a son; i have tried. but if i am not yours, what am i? i daydream i'd give him a name of my own for i, even mine, even mine is unknown.

SAFE WITH ME / SOAP&SKIN.

no love can be safe with me.

NOTHING TO REMEMBER / NEKO CASE.

i spent my life becoming invisible. it’s hard to maintain and it’s hard to get by. i don’t recall fight or flight setting in. i had no introduction; i just breathe it in like the air. [..] i’m ashamed that i’m barely human and i’m ashamed that i don’t have a heart you can break. i’m just action and other times reaction. all i own are the strides i spend to the finish line and i’ll give you those.

YOU ARE A RUNNER AND I AM MY FATHER’S SON / WOLF PARADE.

i am my father's son and i'll build a house inside of you. i'll go in through the mouth, i'll draw three figures on your heart: one of them will be me as a boy; one of them will be me; one of them will be me watching you run, watching you run into the high noon sun, watching you run farther than guns will go.

SCRUMPTIOUS / THE SHAKES.

i've gotta say goodbye for now the only way i know how to. this shit don't feel the same anymore. i think i've gotta leave because i'm dyin' for somethin' worth livin' for. the thought of it has been killin' me. [..] i said i never thought i'd be enough for someone, never thought i'd be enough. can't help myself.

BRAND NEW CITY / MITSKI.

i think my brain is rotting in places. i think my heart is ready to die. i think my body is falling in pieces. i think my blood is passing me by. [..] i think my fate is losing its patience. i think the ground is pulling me down. i think my life is losing momentum. i think my ways are wearing me down. [..] i should move to a brand new city and teach myself how to die.

ONE STEP CLOSER / LINKIN PARK.

everything you say to me takes me one step closer to the edge and i'm about to break. i need a little room to breathe, 'cause i'm one step closer to the edge and i'm about to break.

DONKEY KOSH / FLORENCE + THE MACHINE.

little donkey is getting restless, getting heavier as it grows. and the jackal, spoiled and spiteful keeps biting at my nose. [..] you ask me why i keep them, why i love them so, why they get away with murder as they grow and grow and grow. i keep them cause i made them: they come from in my heart with each mistake i make created and torn apart.

SO GOOD AT BEING IN TROUBLE / UNKNOWN MORTAL ORCHESTRA.

memories, they mess with my mind. who am i to deny? she was so good at being in trouble.

FAINT / LINKIN PARK.

i am a little bit of loneliness, a little bit of disregard, handful of complaints, but i can't help the fact that everyone can see these scars. [..] i can't feel the way i did before. don't turn your back on me, i won't be ignored. time won't heal this damage anymore. [..] i am a little bit insecure, a little unconfident, 'cause you don't understand, i do what i can but sometimes i don't make sense.

NIGHTMARE / HALSEY.

i keep a record of the wreckage in my life. i gotta recognize the weapon in my mind. they talk shit, but i love it every time. and i realize i've tasted blood and it is sweet. i've had the rug pulled beneath my feet. i've trusted lies and trusted men, broke down and put myself back together again. stared in the mirror and punched it to shatters, collected the pieces and picked out a dagger.

HEAVEN / BAYSIDE.

at the edge of the world where land meets sea, where good men drown, and fish can't breath, i washed up on the shore a different man. oh, it took me a sec, but i came to. a little worse for wear and turning blue, but everybody loves a comeback. [..] as i am a loner, and i am a fraud, and i am in hell right where i belong. and i am a sinner, but aren't we all? let's sneak into heaven, are you coming or not?

SOMETHING HAS TO CHANGE / THE JAPANESE HOUSE.

you look back, you're going 'round in circles, your world feels just the same. your heart keeps breaking in the same way--something has to change.

A QUIET LIFE / TEHO TEARDO, BLIXA BARGELD.

maybe this time i’ll outwit my past. i’ll throw away the numbers, the keys and all the cards. maybe i can carve out a living in the cold at the outskirts of some city. i’ll extinguish all my recent pasts, become another man again and have a quiet life. a quiet life for me.

VARIOUS STORMS & SAINTS / FLORENCE + THE MACHINE.

the monument of a memory, you tear it down in your head. don't make the mountain your enemy. get out, get up there instead. [..] while all around you, the buildings sway, you sing it out loud, "who made us this way?" i know you're bleeding, but you'll be okay. hold on to your heart, you'll keep it safe. [..] i know it seems like forever, i know it seems like an age, but one day this will be over. i swear; it's not so far away. can people just untie themselves, uncurling like flowers? if you could just forgive yourself.

#* #jordan ; isms. #ok now tht i've finally transferred this from my brain 2 the world i am Ready to be a functional human being again

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Suffering With Brain Fog

“Watchman, how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?” The watchman says, “Morning comes but also night…” Isaiah 21:11-12NASB

God totally amazes me. The closer I’ve aligned myself with prayer, and Bible study, the more I see the greatest love story imaginable. Not a gooey, romantic story— blood, gore, unimaginable pain, mercy, waiting with bated breath— God’s kind of love for us, beyond comprehension.

If I was God, I’d have made everyone love me, turn the page.

Not God. First, He sent His Son to pay a gory price, With His own body, His suffering death satisfied the entire payment for everyone’s breaking the requirements of God’s Law. Unimaginably, this payment covered every person— paid in full— whether that person accepts the payment is a matter of choice. Do you understand— He gives people a choice? He allows everyone to go their insane ways. Meanwhile, my precious Father God waits with bated breath saying, ‘please choose Me.’ To think our glorious God is rendered to begging for human’s love, breaks my heart. But He chose this, wanting willing hearts, rather than robots.

Once people have chosen Christ, He watches His children play games. Satan sings ‘Rock a bye baby,’ lulling warriors into sleep and apathy. Meanwhile, the church lays snoring.

Am I guilty? Are you? Were you hearing God say— Pray “Watchman, how far gone is the night?” When He spoke this into my spirit several years ago, I warned the pastor. No one listened. Then I thought, ‘I must be wrong. Everything has been like this for years and will remain thus.’ When the men began declaring ‘buy gold, the economy will crash,’ I yawned and thought all will be well. Did you?

Our world is about to see the greatest, most glorious move of God, since the resurrection of Jesus Christ. All the good things prophesied by the prophets for the church world is coming true— with trouble. With this wonderful exchange of wealth— awakening of souls dead in sin— [Jesus appeared to 24 witches simultaneously were touched by Him and saved.] —comes responsibility to live according to the dictates of God. This will take MUCH PRAYER, surrender, and attentiveness to what Holy Spirit is saying at all times.

Certain steps are required of us— Intercession. Reba McEntire song explains: “Oh have you looked around Have you heard the sound Of Mama's cryin' Or do you turn away When you see the face Of the innocent dyin' In these darkest days Are you not afraid That it's too late….. …Can’t go on like this and live like this We can't love like this We gotta give this world back to God… You gotta get down on your knees, believe Fold your hands and beg and plead Gotta keep on praying You gotta cry, rain tears of pain Pound the floor and scream His name ‘Cause we’re still worth saving.”

“Morning comes” We’re going to see life return. Fear will die off. Everyone will breathe again. Completely over the sitting saints, Christ expects us to pray WHILE we mobilize. “…Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.” Mark 16:15ESV. This can only be done with an army of wide awake lovers of Jesus.

“Morning comes but also night.” Anti-christ night will come, when we least expect it. Coronavirus hit churches suffering with brain fog, then controlled us with faithless fear.

Turn off the evening news, quit swallowing satan’s fear, lest you be rendered useless to kingdom work. Stockpile necessities; amass prayer and intercession; diligently study the Bible. Listen for God’s voice. God is giving us a glorious time of awakening, service and salvations. Evangelize. Love deeply and unconditionally. Fulfill the great commission, because night comes. It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Amazing Father, Thank You for the glorious time which You are giving us to do our job. Awaken us I pray, not to fail, but to finish strong, doing Your work, in Jesus’ name I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2020 You have my permission to repost  this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional as author. Thank you.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #Word of God #Holy Spirit #God #it's your choice #devotional #brain fog #tears #morning #fear #mobilze #praying #useless #love #hope #faith

[changingourdestiny]

Coronation Part 6: Regret

Summary:

Fireteam Paralight, the Vanguard, and the Drifter have arrived to save Marcia from the Taken corruption spreading through her. Will it be enough to save her or is this really the end of the line for Marcia?

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“You are still lost in a dream, like a memory. I’m not the same, it would seem I’m still wide awake. Until we open our eyes at the same time, I will keep marching on into your light. Will these hands, I’ve picked a rose and have stopped its life. Only now I understand, it’s not what’s right. Deep inside, I‘m alive, for my love, I’ll survive. I won’t regret making this sinful wish of mine!” - Magia (AmaLee Cover)

“Gyah!”

Rae, still in her Starlight form, dove straight into the Taken Blight sphere. Once inside, it felt larger than it appeared on the outside – as if Marcia had created an entire throne world in this single sphere. Rae couldn’t see a foot in front of her as what looked like a storm of Taken energy was swirling in front of her. She tried to push through, hands extended out in front of her to feel try and grab something to hold on to, but it felt that for every step forward she took, she was forced five steps back. Even with her Light amplified by her Starlight form, it was barely enough to get through the Taken storm. “Marcia!” Rae called out, “Marcia, where are you?”

“…ve…ow…”

“Marcia?”

“LEAVE NOW!”

Rae barely managed to keep her balance as she was pushed back by burst of Taken energy. Marcia was trying to push her out. “Marcia, please! Just let me help!” Rae yelled out. No response. Rae grit her teeth as she felt her falchion materialise in her hand. “Let. Me. Help!” Rae swung the blade down as a beam of Light pierced through the Taken storm, forming a path leading straight to the eye. There she saw Marcia sitting with her knees to her chest and her back to Rae. As she got closer, Rae noticed that most of Marcia’s left side was corrupted with Taken Blight. “Marcia…” Rae began, but was cut off by the corrupted Lightbearer. “Are you really this dense?” Marcia asked, her voice calm yet Rae could hear a trace of pain in it, “If you’re not out of here by the time I’m fully corrupted, you’ll be trapped in here with myself and the Taken. Just leave and let me die knowing you idiots are safe.”

“Marcia, I’m not gonna let you die here.” Rae argued, “We can save you. We just have to-”

“No, you can’t!” Marcia exclaimed, “I’m done, Rae. In a matter of moments, I’m going to be Taken. Don’t you get it? I can’t be saved! Even if you get me out of here before the seal’s done, I’ll turn into a monster and either you’ll kill me, or I’ll kill you. And I’d much rather be trapped in here than risk hurting you guys. I know doing the impossible is kinda your favourite pastime, but please…just go and let me die in peace.”

“…”

The lack of response made Marcia think Rae had left…until she felt herself being hoisted upwards. “W-wha-?!” Marcia exclaimed. Rae was carrying the rogue piggy-back style. “Are you deaf?! I said-!”

“I heard you.” Rae interrupted, “But I don’t care. On the Moon, you never gave up on us once. Instead of saving yourself, you went back for me in the Hellmouth. You saved my life. So you better believe I’m gonna do whatever I can to save yours.” Rae looked over her shoulder at Marcia with a smile, “Besides, do you really think I’m gonna leave a Guardian behind?” Marcia stared at Rae in disbelief before burying her face in her back with what sounded like a mix between a laugh and a choked sob, “You’re…you’re a real idiot…you know that?”

“You’re only realising that now?” Rae joked, “Hang on tight!”

The wings of Rae’s Starlight form stretched out behind her as she took off with a burst of speed, the Taken Blight sphere disintegrating around her, as she landed near the group. “We’re leaving! Now!” Rae yelled out as her Starlight form faded. The seven Lightbearers, Marcia still being carried by Rae, dashed as fast as they could through the halls of the Dreadnaught, dodging and shooting and Taken that got in their way, as they made a break for the hull breach. “Almost there!” Blaze called out, “I think we’re gonna- oh son of a Taken Thrall…” Everyone skidded to a halt as an enormous Taken Chimera blocked their way. “You summoned a Primeval in the Dreadnaught?!” Drifter exclaimed staring wide-eyed at the Taken monstrosity. “It seemed like a good idea at the time!” Marcia barely managed yell back. “Scatter!” Zavala called out as everyone split in different directions, dodging the incoming fire from the Primeval. “Duck behind here!” Drifter yelled as he and Rae ducked behind the shell of a crashed Cabal ship. Rae gently set Marcia on the ground, the rogue sitting on the ground while leaning back on the ruined ship, before turning to look at her. The corruption was getting worse as her body was now mostly in appearance save her right arm, neck and head. Drifter glanced up at the ceiling as he watched the seal of Taken energy continue to spread across the Dreadnaught, “We need to get outta here. Fast.”

“Not with that Primeval in the way.” Rae countered, peeking out from behind the ship. The rest of Fireteam Paralight and the Vanguard were combatting the Taken Chimera. "I could probably use Daybreak to deal enough damage for us to get by…” Rae continued, “But I won’t be able to carry Marcia and fight at the same time.”

“Rae.” Marcia groaned out, “I appreciate you trying…I really do…but I ain’t getting out of this one.”

“Stop saying that!” Rae argued, “We’re getting you out of here. We just gotta-”

“Listen to me.” Marcia sighed, “You said it yourself…I’ll only slow you guys down. You need to focus on getting everyone else out of here…please.” Rae glanced back between Marcia and the Primeval with a conflicted expression. Marcia glanced up at Drifter, whose expression was one of what seemed like fear, pain and anger. Marcia gave a weak smirk, “Hey, c’mon…don’t look at me like that…I dug myself this hole…but this doesn’t give you an excuse to go dyin’, yeah? I won’t be around to save your ass…It’s kinda funny, though…even now, I don’t really have any regrets…well, except not being able to beat you in poker.” Drifter let out a light chuckle, “Leave it to you to joke at a time like this.”

“It’s my specialty.”

“Rae! We could use some backup here!!” Blaze yelled over the sound of gunfire and the Primeval’s roaring. “Nox.” Marcia’s loyal Ghost appeared beside her. “Go with Rae and the others…Once the seal’s complete, you won’t survive in here.”

“Out of the question.” Nox shook his core, “I won’t leave your side.”

“I’m not asking, Nox…I won’t let you get dragged down with me. You deserve better than that…you deserve better than me, honestly…” Marcia looked up at Rae, “Take care of them…”

“You have my word…” Rae nodded, seemingly trying to keep back tears. Nox disappeared into a small pouch Rae kept hidden by her cape as the Fireteam Vanguard casted Dawnblade before gliding over the crashed ship to engage the Primeval. Drifter went to charge into battle but was stopped by Marcia calling out to him, “Drifter…” Drifter turned back to face Marcia who gave him a small smirk, “See ya starside, partner…” Drifter gave a small smile, “See you starside, sister.” Before running off back into the fray.

As Marcia watched Drifter disappear around the corner of the downed ship, she felt tears running down her face as her smirk faltered and sobs began to escape her. “Why…?” she choked out, “Why is it that every time I try to make something better, I make it worse instead? I try to save my tribe from a mysterious force, I get half-corrupted by it and end up being the one to kill them…I try to make a home for fellow rogues, I just made them easier to kill for the Red Legion…I try to help the Tower by making the Taken allies, I end up losing my Light and putting them in more danger! Why…why can’t I just do something right for once in my life…? Why can’t I just help someone without making it worse…? It’s all my fault…this is all my fault…”

‘No. It’s not. This was my doing. I thought I was doing the right thing, but I caused you so much pain by putting you through this. And caused your friends pain by seeing you like this. I won’t blame you if you never forgive me for this…but at least let me put it right. I still have one last idea…but when I do this, I won’t be able to communicate with the mortal planes until my energy is restored. You and Rae may have to fight the majority of this war without my guidance. Which is why you must be her guidance while I’m gone. You know much more of the Starlight power than she does. I beg you, look after her…protect the Light…shatter Darkness…now… …let’s see that Light of yours shine its brightest again.’ To Be Continued…

#Changing our Destiny #rae drakyx #adam bergfalk #blaze kiria #fireteam paralight #cayde-6 #destiny cayde #ikora rey #destiny ikora #Zavala #destiny zavala #vanguard #destiny vanguard #The Drifter #destiny drifter #marcia wyverk #ghost #destiny ghost #paragon #paragonialiskalmai #Taken #destiny taken #destiny 2

[flamebrain]

DUMMY THICK WARS

so. i wrote this on the bastard empire google doc at 12 am. read at your own risk

MATT MURDOCK CLAPS HIS CHEECKS.

good morning matt calls foggy from across the office. matt we have a guest. damn matt your ass cheeks. they’re so loud

Soft, what yonder bitch speaks? Asks matt

oh who is it matt says. i am blind did you know that i cant see

oh shit really says foggy. well matty, he's dummy thick, just like you.

peter parker strolled into the office, his asscheeks clapping from miles away. the second he laid eyes on matt murdock, he got a Fucking Dummy Thick Boner. he'd only ever seen one man dummy thick like th

Peter swings his dick in a circle

he sported a chubby immediately. at before - but eddie brock was getting BIS cheecks clapoed by venom, so peter couldn't clap them anymore. matts however. matts stupid thick cheeks filtered in the wind. hello matt murdock. peter parker said. i came here to sue mister eddieghew brockolo for infringing on my du elektra is lesbianbtw mmy thick rights.

you can't do that says matt

why not says peter with a tilt of his head. because matt says, then you would have to sue me, as foggy tells me i'm stupidc thick as well.

fine then. says peter. i will not sue on one conditions. what's that says matt? you let me clap those cheeks myself peter smiles very very sexily. matt immediatley shits and comes in his pants, but he gets another erection because he's matt murdock and nothing can stop him.

ok peter parker. matt says. i will allow you to clap

these cheeks but once.

foggy starts to cry. matty, he sobs, i wanna clap those cheeks. maybe i'm not as dummy thick as you, but i'm fairly stupid thick, and you wouldn't even know you're thick if it wasn't for me.

suck my dick and balls matt says and locks foggy out of his office.

now it is just peter and matt.

peter reaches for matts suit tie but matt swats im away. NO he says. i am a FREAKING catholic. being gay is a sin, you have to say no homo before you touch me or you're going to hell.

that ass is going to send me to hell anyways says peter but he says no homo anyways. matt whispers sensually in peters ear. i'm not gay...but i think those cheeks maybe are even bigger than mine. no homo.

they both then fuck for 7 days straight. foggy sits outside their office window and cries and eats spaghetti (formaggio!) from a red plastic cup. the office was out of plates. i'm so sorry foggy.

the eight day, foggy is passed out, and there's a knock on the door. matt stands up from his nonstop cheek clapping activities and opens it. it's kirsten!!! but she's- shes - shes DUMMY THICK AS WELL??? hello boys she says. you're looking rather flat. maybaps i can help with that. she pulls out two strapons and proceeds to peg matt and peter into tomorrow simultaneously. she is thicker than the both of them combined. karen page walks by and is immediatley disintegrated by their raw dummy thick power. foggy sobs over her ashes into his spaghetti. after two more days of fucking-kirsten passes out and dies in the process-, there is a tap on matts shoulder. aaaaaa he screams. then he hears it: a gunshot. peter screams. oh nooooooooo matt says, but it's too late. oh yesssssss frank castle says? standing above matt. he's ALSO dummy thick. i'm sorry red, but i had to do it to em. i had to kill him. Im the only one who's allowed to get that dummy thick ass. IM the only one allowed to be on your level of dummy thick here. fuck uou frank says matt. you can't kill people that's illegal. i just did. says frank. shit. you're right says matt. please let me eat your gun. not in a sexual way i just have been fucking peter for nine straight days and i haven't eatery: oh don't worry says frank. i have a better meal you can eat. what is it asks matt. frank grins like a sexey man. my ass. matt proceeds to bite franks ass. what the fuck red he yells. i told you i was hungry frank. frank slaps matt. you bitche. how could you do this. look at you. you're one bad day away from being me. he growls. matt is very angry. i'm angry! he yells, and pushes frank out a window. he stands there panting. he can smell the splattered corpse of dummy thick frank castle from below his office window. i didn't kill him matt says aloud. it was god. god made him die when he hit tjat pavement.

that is a lie and you know it mister daredevil says another voice. matt throws up. he knows that voice. it is mister wilson fisk the kingpin. mattt knows without turning around that he is the most dummy thick of all. he is larger than four matts, and eight times as STUPID fat. mr fisk he growls. mr murdock fisk responds. i will have to put you in jail for this. i cant go to jail i'm a lawyer says matt. not that kind of jail...dumb thick jail for gay idiot babies like you. fisk says. it is menacing because fisk is menacing. no please mr fisk matt says but it is too late. fisk has ejected him from his office. he writes something on the door. foggy calls out weakly from his spaghetti bed. matty it says fisk offices: the dummy thickest he says. matt begins to cry. fisk is now the holder of the ‘dummy thickest’ title. what can matt do. what can he do. he hears a laugh from behind. well well well the shittiest voice ever says. if it isn't flat matt murdock. fuck you pointdexter, cries matt through his crying. bullseye laughs. matt dear, he says, i want to make a deal. can't you see i'm sad and depressed pointdexter matt says. i don't give a shit says ben. also i'll spit on you if you work with me. matt has dreams about that. he smiles reluctantly. what do you want bullseye. i want to kill the man with the title of dummy thickest… because i want the title for MYSELF. before it was you, but now…defeated you are just flatt matt. fisk is now the man i must get through before i can reclaim this title. there's only one way to stop him: together. matt grimaces. i hate working with fake thickies like you he groans. but i will do what i must.

bullseye spits on matt for a half hour while they make a plan. foggy tells matt he's a stupid bitch, and matt agrees. they're just going to storm the office, take fisk by surprise, and kill him. matt hates to kill, but sometimes? well, the title of dummy thickest is more heavenly than God Himself. surely the big man would understand a little under to achieve this holy status. the title would give him the power, if wielded right, to defeat the Lord in hand to hand combat anyways. the clapping of matt's dummy thick asscheecks would defeat the lord, and then once the final clap rung out, he would be smothered-suffocated in the dummy thick sea.

the two of them let out a stupid loud yell, and broke matt's office door. uh oh fisk said and that was all he had time to say before bullseye and matt were upon him, tearing into his dummy thick flesh like rabid goblins. nooooo he cried. my fat! my dummy thick fat! it's not yours anymore. matt said solemnly. fisk cried a little bit and said he missed vanessa. matt did not care. there was no mercy left for him. there was only desire...desire to be the dummy thickest. when fisk was simply a skeleton, bullseye tossed him out the window. HAHA he laughed. you fool. now the spot of dummy thickest is OPEN! by the powers that be, i clap me che- matt pulled out a gun. sorry bullseye. i guess it's time to bull-DIE he said. he pulled the trigger. matt,,,why would you do this, foggy cried. his hair was covered in tomoato sauce. matt gave bullseye the finger as he bled out in front of him. i didn't do this for me. he said softly. i did this for US. i'm the dummy thickest now…. and you are my second in command which means you are the second thickest of them all. foggy ran over to matt, ass clapping all the way, and then they made out:

the end

IM DONE COWARDS

I am… como se dice…. dyin

#daredevil #bastard empire #im sorry to my mom and also god

[askthebrokenones-fm]

Random Headcanons of the Muses

Sinclair:

“Everybody dies, you either kill yourself or get killed” (moodboard music)

He will break into your house if you even mention taking an electronic apart

His freckles look like staaarrrs

SPACE! IT’S SO COOL

He’d be the guy with a dog in a baby stroller

He’s pansexual but gay as fuck

Yells fuck it as he puts on a dress or a skirt

Poor boio is so depressed please give him love

Can’t sing or dance for shit

“Sin are ya dyin’?”

(through tears) “Shut up, I’m trying.”

will trip and fall while attempting to dance

can probably side step without injury

or hit his arm on a table from doing it too enthusiastically

Slightly afraid of the ocean

“WHY DOES THERE HAVE TO BE STUFF IN THE WATERS WTF”

LOVES SNOW! Can play in the snow for hours

Hits his head on doorframes occasionally

Plays dead when he does

Listens to Queen and The Beatles and The Clash and Elvis and The Rolling Stones and

Hurts all over on his death day please help him

Uses his eyes as glasses

His eyes are glass with seeing capabilities

Probably holds up his dog, Fortune, like the lion king

Loves his dog

Would die for his dog

Just wants to keep E safe and out of trouble but can’t seem to

Egore:

Loves his piano more than actual living beings

He named it Grace

He might make out with it

Loves bugs more than other human beings

Has an ant farm and spider friends

Is hypersensitive to sound and touch and occasionally sight

“PLEASE SHUT UP YOU’RE LOUD”

Will personally sew your mouth shut if you don’t

“PLEASE STOP TOUCHING ME I CAN’T CONCENTRATE”

Will probably eat your hands if you did that

“OH GOD YELLOW MY WORST E N E M Y”

Will end your entire career if you highlight his textbooks with yellow

Loves books

will smell them occasionally

Listens to white noise just to let his mind relax

Loves music, any kind of music

Loves playing any instrument

But hates singing

Brings back unpleasant memories

WILD HAND GESTURES

(hits hand on counter) “aaaaaaAAAAAAAAAAAAAA”

Knows how to speak Demonic Latin, Latin, German, Spanish, French, and tidbits of other languages

Probably the youngest haunt in the building

He bit the dust when he was 21

For some reason, is one of the most mature

Will do anything for Sinclair

Wants nothing to do with romantic relationships

You’re lucky he actually wants any human relationship

#Old HITS ask era #About the Demon #About the Staircase #mun magician

[itsicantbelievethis666]

A Cunning Woman and a Demon - Chapter 4

1519 words  This was a difficult chapter to write as a) I was...distracted by recent events and b) the words were not coming as freely as I would have liked. Exposition can be useful in some contexts but, with a reasonably well-established mythos, it wasn’t really necessary. Warnings: depictions of nudity with some elements of dub-con and BDSM, but within the context of someone finishing a task that was begun. 

Once again, thanks to the following as well as anyone I may have missed (please raise your hands and let me know.) @new-zealand-chic​ @deepdisireslonging @trent7thirsting​ @xprincessofthefallenangels @demonkingsangel @writtingrose @sjwrites22 @writinglionqueen @superrezzy00 @kallirevenne @neversatisfiedgirlfics @neversatisfiedgirl @sjwrites22 @theworldofotps @tacoshuimagines @writing-reigns @baratomaya @devittsslut @the-carter-mob-don @evilangel84 @demonqueen29 @blissedoutbalor @thebalorwithin

Chapter 4 – The Shadow

The air rushes subtly over me as I float in darkness and silence. I’m partially bent, as though I was back in Bray’s prison. That pain is absent, however, and I feel no force in the bending. I’m swaying to and fro with the breeze until, suddenly, all stops. I fall, but slowly, onto something soft; I straighten as I land. There’s a pressure on my forehead for a moment, then another, briefer and smaller, before I am still once again.

Before my eyes, a jumble of snapshots and cut-scenes appears – photos of me as a child, with the family I knew before I came to this place; fractured memories of being punished for real or perceived sins, tinged with shame and a sense of unfairness. A long sequence followed of quieter torments, of existential terrors sharpened by near-constant rejection. I remember trying to decide if I could sit out the threat or whether I’d be better off racing the rest of the world into the grave. The memory shifts to how I would cope; by giving myself over to being as “good” as I could be - excelling at school, throwing myself headlong into sports and clubs and hobbies and just trying to keep my head down – and to solitude.

The jumble returns, and sounds join in: muffled, hushed. I try to add a couple pennies’ worth to the mix but I can’t form actual words. Why is it getting so cold all of a sudden? There’s a flurry of movement around me, then pressure under me as I begin again to float, again with the bending. I’m aching all over and I don’t know why. I try to protest, but the words won’t come. The jumble suddenly stops.

Before my eyes is the clearing - but empty, utterly devoid of the life I made here. It’s nighttime. The stars are pinpricks in the black sky. A soft glow comes from the brook and brightens further upstream to the base of the smaller waterfall that feeds the one pouring off the plateau. In an earlier time, I would wash here in warmer weather, the coolness bracing me as the dawn broke and the ritual had not yet become a chore, then a terror, as Wyatt seeped slowly into this world. The water now feels like ice, but it’s been so long since I’ve felt so free.

The robe and dress come away far too easily and I step into the flow with neither shame nor fear – only sadness as the remnants of Wyatt’s curse of imprisonment make themselves known. As the water drenches me, I run my hands over the scar tissue. Under my hands, it feels like thick, wrinkled leather. The sensation is one way – neither my breasts nor my loins can receive the signals my touch or the water is sending them.

The soap and cloth can do nothing to loosen the casing; the scrub brush is as wont to take my own flesh away with the scarring – if there’s anything left under it. I start to cry as I chant the incantation over and over again, desperate to be free of it and to free myself. I would rather go without being healed than to throw myself at anyone’s feet – even Finn’s - and to beg for it. Nonetheless, to be healed would be ideal.

At once, however, something else is touching me under the waterfall; several, maybe even a dozen small, unseen “hands” have taken up the task of washing me clean; two larger ones have wrapped around my wrists while the others begin gently massaging me from head to toe with soap lather. The two “hands” washing my hair are careful to avoid tangling the locks or tugging my scalp. The sensation is deeply pleasant in a way I have trouble recalling. Perhaps it was before I came to this place that I last felt this cared for. The tears come again, bittersweet with memory and longing.

The “hands” then lift me off my feet and carry me from the waterfall. My eyes grow heavy and the chill returns. Distant voices waft to my ears, some more pleading, others more demanding. One breaks through closer than the others – deeper and rougher, a growl of menace behind it, but strangely familiar. Some jostling follows, but I’m too tired and weak to protest it. I feel a sudden, sharp pain in one of my fingertips, then a pressure on it, as if blood was being drawn from it.

At long last, I am standing in the middle of a nearby clearing, grass under my feet. Someone has dressed me in a long, white, loose-fitting gown, bare-shouldered, covered in soft bobbin lace. Three pairs of ribbons keep the gown closed in the front.

In front of me is a large slab of stone, surrounded by moss and lichens as though it had sat there for millennia. Seated on it is…a shadow, in human form. The light seems to sink into it: the stone, the trees and even the night sky glow in contrast around it. I can feel my heart pounding and the chill setting deeper in – in the silence a voice peals with desperation in my head – “We’re losing her! I have no choice!” My breath catches, growing shorter.

“Greetings, good lady Abigail,” says the shadow. The voice is low, multitonal, and accented. “Sublime.”

“Who are you?” I ask, but the words come out shakily, with a rasp. Something is wrong with me, but I dare not ask this thing for help.

“You know who I am. Do you know him, in whom I dwell?” it answers, then stands up. He – there can be no doubt that the form is masculine – steps slowly towards me. As he approaches, I can make out angles and curves sharpening into focus, until I recognize his form as Finn’s. At once, ribbons of white and red appear and effect a willowy dance over the form. The ribbons and their shadows extend past his hands to the forest floor, and drape over his shoulders from the crown upon his head. His eyes spark to life in the same memorable blue.

“He and I were thrown together when each of us was captured,” I said. “He freed me from enough of my bonds so that we could escape together. That’s all I know….” My head is beginning to spin and what light I can see is fading.

“He’s not freed you enough. Dere’s more, but dat poor lad is strugglin’ wit’ getting’ ya stable and ye’re slippin’ away from him. You’ll need to drink dis.” He turns briefly to the slab, then picks up and proffers me a simple goblet. The liquid inside is red – wine, I conclude.

I bring up one hand to take the cup, but my knees give out and the darkness looms even larger. The shadow catches me as I buckle, lowering me slowly to the grass with one arm holding my head up. He holds the goblet in the other hand and brings it to my lips. Multiple voices whisper from the shadow’s mouth, pleading,n“Please, my love, drink dis….swallow, swallow….”

The liquid flows slowly into my mouth; the wine is sweet, but has a note of iron throughout. I can no longer see and the voices are fading; I gulp, if only to keep the wine from drowning me. The flow continues and I gulp again, and again, until the goblet is drained and the last drops have crossed my tongue. I once again float, this time in the shadow’s arms, until I lie supine on the slab.

The darkness slows its encroach to a crawl, then stops and begins to recede. My breathing slows and grows steady. The shadow stands over me, expectantly; the ribbons of his crown dangling over his shoulders.

“Thank you,” I say, barely above a whisper. “Whatever that was, I’m feeling better.”  

“Ye were dyin’,” he replies, a tremor of concern in his voice. “Poor Finn was gettin’ frantic lookin’ for how to break yer fever. I may have…added a recipe to your little grimoire to help ‘im along.”

“What do you mean?” I look up at him, brow furrowed.

“More will be revealed,” he says. “But not tonight. Tonight, you are to be healed.” With that, the shadow’s ribbons wrap around my wrists and ankles and press them against the cold stone as his hands carefully unknot the ties on my gown, then gently pull it open to expose my ruined and barren flesh.

Instinctively, I close my eyes and turn my head away from the shadow. Through the air a pair of voices chant the now-familiar incantation, as a pair of warm hands wander slowly over my breasts, my abdomen, my hips, my buttocks and, finally, my vulva and the casings fall away. Tears of gratitude streak my temples as a hint of the old sensations returns. I open my eyes to Finn tearfully whispering, “I’m sorry,” as he pulls the bed covers back over me and settles into a chair next to the bed.  

#finn bálor #sister abigail #demon king #bray wyatt

[dotwarchive]

                    DOROTHY  WALDORF   / /   A  PLAYLIST  .  

TESS  —  DAVID HOLMES .

Dorothy’s theme

I  KNOW  HIM — HAMILTON .

Oceans rise Empires fall Next to Washington, they all look small All alone Watch them run They will tear each other into pieces Jesus Christ, this will be fun!

BLACK  MAGIC  WOMAN  —  SANTANA .

Got a black magic woman Got a black magic woman I've got a black magic woman Got me so blind I can't see That she's a black magic woman She's trying to make a devil out of me

JOLENE  —  DOLLY  PARTON .

Your beauty is beyond compare With flaming locks of auburn hair With ivory skin and eyes of emerald green Your smile is like a breath of spring Your voice is soft like summer rain And I cannot compete with you Jolene

HIGHER GROUND —  STEVIE WONDER .

People keep on learnin' Soldiers keep on warrin' World keep on turnin' Cause it won't be too long Powers keep on lyin' While your people keep on dyin' World keep on turnin' Cause it won't be too long I'm so darn glad he let me try it again Cause my last time on earth I lived a whole world of sin I'm so glad that I know more than I knew then Gonna keep on tryin' Till I reach my highest ground

LAST TANGO IN PARIS #4  — GATO  BARBIERI .

Just another Dot theme song.

#o m g kdenfrg #challenge #issa done #issa bed time

[dacianamusik23]

Soundtrack of My Life

Open your music library. Put it on shuffle, press play. For every question, type the song playing.

Opening Credits: "Move" - TaeYang (ft. Teddy)

Waking Up: "Devil Can Have You" - Once Human

Daydreaming About Someone Scene: "The Fool (Orchestral Version)" - Fleshgod Apocalypse

Average Day: "Bad Decision" - Chromeo

Spending Time With Friends Scene: "Mack the Knife" - Michael Bublé

Driving Scene: "Hey You" - Bobaflex

Bad Day: "Grief" - Sean Patrick Flanery

Fight Scene: "Invasion" - Nekrogoblikon

Mental Breakdown: "Enjoy" - Tech N9ne (ft. Krizz Kaliko & Rosko)

Life Is Okay: "Disillusion's Reel" - Elvenking

Graduation Scene: "Silhouettes" - Smile Empty Soul

Party Scene: "Show Me" - Bruno Mars

Longing For Love: "The Druid Ritual of Oak" - Elvenking

First Glance/New Crush: "Cardinal Sin" - Powerwolf

Secret Love: "All My Problems" - Smile Empty Soul

Mellow Love Scene: "The Imposition" - Fleshgod Apocalypse

First Date: "Paragon" - Once Human

Falling In Love: "Silent Cries" - Myrath

Love Scene: "White Willows" - Elvenking

Breaking Up Scene: "Today is the Day" - dope

Sad Scene: "Coming of the Tide" - Amon Amarth

Long Night Alone: "My Pesticide" - the Used

Moving On Scene: "Bang Bang Bang" - BIG BANG

Wishing For Love To Return: "Summer Girls" The After Effect

Fighting To Get Him/Her Back: "Pletzturra" - Infected Mushroom

Get Back Together: "Night of the Werewolves" - Heaven Shall Burn (Powerwolf cover)

Regret Scene: "Livin' Like I'm Dyin" - Tech N9ne (ft. Godemis, Krizz Kaliko, Kutt Calhoun & Ubiquitous)

Heartbreak Scene: "Bad Idea" - Motion City Soundtrack

Nostalgia Scene: "Window To The Abbey" - Troy Baker

Lesson Learning Scene: "I'm Busy" - 2NE1

Proposal: "Glitchteeth" - Combichrist

Wedding: "Shockwave" - Myrath

Reflecting On Life: "All of Me" - Michael Bublé

Reflecting On Love: "Tear Down the Wall" - Art of Dying

Death Scene: "Drink Up" - Tech N9ne

Closing Credits: "Autumn Leaves" - Ed Sheeran

Tagging: @danidevilicious @streetsolo @var-lath-vir-suledin @agentmarvel13 @whineyfu @thegreatficmaster @jjbuzz and anyone else who wants to do this.

#movie of my life #soundtrack #i'm disappointed that wednesday isn't on here #shuffle did a good job #😂😂😂 #music

[itsyourchoicedevotionals]

Brain Fog

“Watchman, how far gone is the night? Watchman, how far gone is the night?” The watchman says, “Morning comes but also night…” Isaiah 21:11-12NASB

God totally amazes me. The closer I’ve aligned myself with prayer, and Bible study, the more I see the greatest love story imaginable. Not a gooey, romantic story— blood, gore, unimaginable pain, mercy, waiting with bated breath— God’s kind of love for us, beyond comprehension.

If I was God, I’d have made everyone love me, turn the page.

Not God. First, He sent His Son to pay a gory price, With His own body, His suffering death satisfied the entire payment for everyone’s breaking the requirements of God’s Law. Unimaginably, this payment covered every person— paid in full— whether that person accepts the payment is a matter of choice. Do you understand— He gives people a choice? He allows everyone to go their insane ways. Meanwhile, my precious Father God waits with bated breath saying, ‘please choose Me.’ To think our glorious God is rendered to begging for human’s love, breaks my heart. But He chose this, wanting willing hearts, rather than robots.

Once people have chosen Christ, He watches His children play games. Satan sings ‘Rock a bye baby,’ lulling warriors into sleep and apathy. Meanwhile, the church lays snoring.

Am I guilty? Are you? Were you hearing God say— Pray “Watchman, how far gone is the night?” When He spoke this into my spirit several years ago, I warned the pastor. No one listened. Then I thought, ‘I must be wrong. Everything has been like this for years and will remain thus.’ When the men began declaring ‘buy gold, the economy will crash,’ I yawned and thought all will be well. Did you?

Our world is about to see the greatest, most glorious move of God, since the resurrection of Jesus Christ. All the good things prophesied by the prophets for the church world is coming true— with trouble. With this wonderful exchange of wealth, awakening of souls dead in sin— [24 witches saw and were touched by Jesus, getting saved.] —comes responsibility to live according to the dictates of God. This will take MUCH PRAYER, surrender, and attentiveness to what Holy Spirit is saying at all times.

Certain steps are required of us— first intercede. Reba McEntire song explains: “Oh have you looked around Have you heard the sound Of Mama's cryin' Or do you turn away When you see the face Of the innocent dyin' In these darkest days Are you not afraid That it's too late….. …Can’t go on like this and live like this We can't love like this We gotta give this world back to God… You gotta get down on your knees, believe Fold your hands and beg and plead Gotta keep on praying You gotta cry, rain tears of pain Pound the floor and scream His name ‘Cause we’re still worth saving.”

“Morning comes” We’re going to see life return. Fear will die off. Everyone will breathe again. Done with sitting saints, Christ expects us to pray WHILE we mobilize. “…Go into all the world and proclaim the gospel to the whole creation.” Mark 16:15ESV. This can only be done with an army of wide awake lovers of Jesus.

“Morning comes but also night.” Night will come, when we least expect it. Covid-19 hit a church with brain fog, then controlled us with fear, faithless.

Turn off the evening news, quit swallowing satan’s fear, lest you be rendered useless to kingdom work. Stockpile necessities; amass prayer and intercession; diligently study the Bible. Listen for God’s voice. God is giving us a glorious time of awakening, service and salvations. Evangelize. Love deeply and unconditionally. Fulfill the great commission, because night comes. It’s your choice. You choose.

PRAYER: Amazing Father, Thank You for the glorious time which You are giving us to do our job. Awaken us I pray, not to fail, but to finish strong, doing Your work, in Jesus’ name I pray.

by Debbie Veilleux Copyright 2020 You have my permission to reblog  this devotional for others. Please keep my name with this devotional as author. Thank you.

#Jesus Christ #lord of lords #God #Holy Spirit #Word of God #it's your choice #devotional #brain fog #watchman #return #evening news #night #prayer #fear #love #hope #faith