#innocent quotes venom

[chrissy-kaos]

If we're too masculine then we're disgusting freaks. They collect the most masculine of us - innocent women minding their own business trying to live a life that was denied to them - and mock us, openly discussing how nobody could ever love us, how nobody could be fooled that we're women.

If we're too feminine then we're stupid men. They find the most tone deaf quotes from trans girls, usually those who have been out for only months if they're out at all. They find these quotes of girls still learning how to be women, post them everywhere as proof that we are just pantomime caricatures of women.

If we are too strong then we are violent and dangerous. We are an unfair factor in sport, evil men just trying to steal victories from real women. We could lose our temper at any moment. We are a risk that cannot be tolerated. If we're too weak then we are to be mocked. They call us failed men who ran to womanhood because we couldn't take it. We're victims of our own masculinity. Poor feminine men to be saved... In the same way that Republicans want to save those 'poor unborn babies.'

If we lose our temper we're back to dangerous men. But if we cry, if our shoulders buckle under the weight of endless, endless, ENDLESS, ENDLESS, ABUSE. Then they mock us again. They share pictures of trans women crying and laugh over it. Of course they make sure to find the pictures where our stubble is showing, our makeup has already run. It's not the way that women are mocked for weakness; it's the way men are. They find videos where are lips are trembling. Where our voice has gone deep because we don't have the energy to keep it at its heightened octave.

If we find ourselves ugly they mock us. But if we're happy with ourselves then we're disgusting degenerates. "Autogynephilic." Medicalized. They find the tweets of newly out girls who said something improper in their tiny moment of not guarding themselves. An awkward, amateurish attempt at roleplay or dirty talk becomes a meme. A woman who likely spent years growing the courage to begin sexual exploration, probably for the first time in her life, sees herself come up every so often in their replies, their threads, their gifs. What happens to these people? Is it even possible for them to ever resume that exploration?

We're trying to trick everyone into dating us. We should be required to show visible identification on us at all times; to be trans without the people around you knowing is deceit. But also, nobody would ever date us, everyone can tell, immediately, always. Everyone knows, the terfs say GLEEFULLY. Reveling in the idea that our subconscious is constantly telling us this. Basking in the thought of our depression and anxiety eating our minds until there's nothing left.

Even the terfs never stay the same for long. One moment it's a wall of 'concerned mothers' with all the passive-aggressive venom of a white woman calling the police because she doesn't want to put a leash on her dog; make ABSOLUTELY NO MISTAKE that these are the same people. The next it's anime-avatar alt righters. The next it's puritanical Christians claiming we are the natural result of the "rainbow agenda." It's lesbians saying that we're destroying lesbianism, following right on the heels of a pastor saying that anything that isn't a man and a woman is unnatural.

Half the URLs are Mumsnet and half are Kiwifarms. How many are bots? Sock puppets? How many really are just transphobic housewives accessing Kiwifarms from their phones? How many took the full plunge? The answer to all of the above is, we don't know, but it's a whole lot more than zero.

Every time we go into a bathroom, there's a chance we'll be the next screen shot pasted over reddit. It doesn't matter whether it's the men's or women's. They are equally unsafe.

If we need a women's shelter, we flip a coin on whether the person running it has already decided she hates us, because of these people.

We cannot upload a picture to facebook without this risk.

We cannot post about our lives without this risk.

We cannot appear at our work without this risk.

We cannot exist without this risk.

Every possible action we could take will be judged. There is no outcome that isn't negative. There is nothing we can do that isn't negative. Masculinine, feminine, pretty, ugly, angry, sad, sexual, frigid, proud, ashamed, strong, weak. Pre-op, post-op, non-op. Vagina, ovaries, chromosomes, fertility: womanhood is defined as whatever we aren't in that particular context.

I don't want to think about how many people this has killed. To call it a moving goal-post is inept, it is a void, an endless mass of hatred that follows us no matter what we do. Nothing is good enough. Everything, every single thing, is just waiting to be weaponized against us.

It has killed so, so many.

It won't kill any more.

If you're trans and you're reading this you already know everything I said. We've lived through it. You already know that I've spent time as all of the above because you have too. That when I get SIX HUNDRED COMMENTS calling me a man I want to swing my fists and I want to cry and I want to curl into a ball and I want to scream and I want to end my own miserable existence. The ugly beautiful girl in the mirror is so angry and sad and prideful and ashamed and violent and passive and this constant stream of abuse has torn me apart and created so many ugly things in this mind but if there is ONE. FUCKING. THING. THAT. THEY. WILL. NOT. MAKE. ME.

It is dead.

I will live. I will survive. And I don't even care about justice anymore. These people will get away with all this. Somewhere in that mix of the trans population and the infamous 40% number is a figure of how many people they've killed, but they'd never care. I'll live because all of their jeering and mocking and gaslighting and those goddamn fucking insufferable legions of laugh reacts, they don't do a fucking thing.

That's all it comes down to in the end. It's hard and it's painful and it hurts, it just ENDLESSLY hurts to weather their blows. But my name is Alexia. I am a woman.

You can hurt me all you like, but that won't change, and you can die mad about it.

- Lindwyrm Weisseritter

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[mustainegf]

SUMMARY: Kirk becomes obsessed in the dark allure of a certain groupie who is only interested in his fame. Despite his awareness that she's a perilous presence in his life, Kirk finds himself helplessly consumed by her magnetic and sinister charm. You can actually feel just how sorry he is, that he met Dirty Diana, because she's ruining his life. But she's like a drug and he can't escape, nor quit her.

READ FIRST: this story is obviously based off the song “Dirty Diana” by Michael Jackson. The song is about groupies sooo. I would suggest you listen to it while reading. I left dirty Diana nameless cause I know you guys like insert stuff!!

WARNINGS: smut, unprotected sex, oral female receiving, degradation, praise, public sex

I couldn't take my eyes off her. She was gorgeous.

Dangerous. Viscous. I was obsessed.

Sure she was a groupie, but there was something about her that was just so alluring, so tempting.

She was everything I wasn't supposed to have. And yet I had to have her. She was young, maybe 23, but the way she looked at me made me think she was much older, maybe even more experienced than me.

She knew what she wanted. I could see it in her eyes, every time we locked gazes. She looked at me like she knew me, like we had been together before. It was maddening and exhilarating all at once.

She was the most beautiful woman I had ever seen, and no one could convince me otherwise.

I knew groupies well enough by now, they were attracted to your fame, your money, your status. I knew that all she was interested in, but that didn't cease my desire.

In fact, it made me want her more. So much more.

I needed her to prove to myself that she wasn't like the others, that she wasn't going to use me. If she was, then I wouldn't care.

I'd make her mine, even just for a night.

I Leaned against the bar top. Her face drifted through the crowd, various hues flashing over her face. I’d been watching her like this for an hour now.

She seemed harmless as she talked to those around her, laughed with them, drank with them. But she teased me with her gaze every once in a while. She watched me. I watched her.

Her gaze out of greed, mine of lust.

Her toxicity was addictive.

Her beauty lethal.

She was my poison, and I wanted to consume her.

Suddenly, she was no longer among the sea of people surrounding me. I scanned the area, searching for her. As if she sensed my search, a warm hand grazed my shoulder.

My breath caught in my throat. "Hey there, rockstar," she purred into my ear. I turned, meeting her gaze.

She looked poisonous, I begged that she'd inject me with her venom. Claim me as her own.

"Something on your mind Hammett? You've been staring," she jutted her lip out, pouting flirtatiously.

I swallowed thickly, trying to come up with the right words to say to her. "You put on a good show," I remarked, flicking my brows and taking a sip from my drink.

"Speak for yourself,"

she grinned, brushing her fingertips over my cheek before taking a seat next to me.

She set her glass down, peering back over at me.

"You've been following us around quite a bit, what's your deal, sweetheart?" I flirted back. As best I could anyways.

Her brows furrowed in confusion. "My deal?" she asked with a sultry laugh. "You put on a good show." She quoted me from earlier. She was good at this.

I wondered if this was how she lured men in. This whole groupie thing wasn't as innocent as some thought. The more she spoke to me, the more my mind grew fuzzy.

She was getting to me. And damn it, she knew it. I tried my hardest not to let her affect me. To keep my head straight. But she was too beautiful. Too dangerous. How could anyone resist?

She seemed to read my thoughts as she smiled knowingly, taking another gulp from her glass.

"Maybe you can put on a good show for me?" she suggested suggestively. The idea had my cock twitching.

I was so hard, I felt like I would burst if she kept talking like that. I adjusted my jeans quickly.

"Someone's eager," I smirked at her.

The club bustled in the background, yet somehow the only thing I could hear was the echo of her voice.

"Who says I'm interested in anything you could offer?" she challenged me. A sly smile appeared on my lips. "What makes you think I'm offering?" I countered.

She stared at me intently, letting her stare linger for a long moment before she took a swig of her alcohol. "You're love-sick," she said after swallowing, patting my cheek. My cheeks went hot at the contact.

"Get better soon, lover boy." She snickered, walking off with an extra sway to her hips.

I wanted nothing more than to call her back, pull her into the shadows, and have my way with her. I needed her. No, I craved her. Like a drug.

I bolted up from my seat while I still had eyes on her, quickly following the dangerous woman.

My senses were full of lust, desire, and insatiable need for her.

All I could think about was stripping her bare, claiming her body, tasting her mouth. It was all I ever wanted. I couldn't get her out of my head. All I wanted was her.

I eventually made my way close enough to tug at her arm, dragging her back the opposite direction.

Did I want to hook up in the club bathroom? No, not exactly. But it was either that, or to keep watching her. My need was spilling over.

I wanted to feel her skin. Taste her lips. Feel her hands on me. "Change your mind lover boy?" she giggled, but didn't fight me.

In fact, she seemed pleased with herself. I wasn't going to think twice about this. There was something different about her. Something dangerous. She was bad news, but the way she was looking at me...

"Call me that again and you won't be getting what you want." I snarled, my sharp gaze stabbing at her own, fighting for dominance.

I pulled her through crowds of people, people I couldn't care less for right now. Eventually, we were just outside the bathroom doors.

I shoved it open, bringing her down the tiny hall before we were finally alone. Nobody else was in here. Thank god. Even if it was packed, that still wouldn't stop me from fucking her.

I want to go too far.

Way too far. My need for her was overpowering, my heart racing.

She was the most intoxicating drug I had ever experienced. I turned to face her, pinning her to the wall. Her dark eyes were wide and dilated, showing me her interest. I needed to make this good.

My lips wasted no time in finding hers, working at her as I peeled her promiscuous shirt off of her figure.

I reached around, undoing her bra clasp with one hand, while my other roamed her lower half, popping the button of her shorts and sliding them down her hips.

She bit my lip in response, grinding against me.

God, I loved how much she liked me. She liked that I was in a metal band, and that was it. But that didn't matter right now. I used my thumbs to push her panties down until they pooled at her feet. She kicked them away, and then, I could feast on her.

I swiftly lifted her up, spinning her around to set her down on the sink counter.

I took a step back to admire her as she spread her legs for me. She was perfect. All I wanted was her.

The only way I knew how to handle this was to get my hands on her.

"Make some noise, don't want us getting caught," I instructed her, leaning my face in between her thighs.

She moaned. And I smiled. This would do nicely. I didn't hesitate, diving in for what I really wanted.

My tongue flicked against her clit, and she gasped, clutching onto the counter, moaning loudly.

I didn't even look up to see if anyone was coming. I didn't care. All I cared about was my taste buds dancing on her delicate flower. She gripped the counter tightly, whimpering louder than I expected.

I savored the taste of her, wanting to remember it later.

"Not so confident now are we?" I taunted, nipping at her slightly, earning a twitch.

"Come on, speak up, missy," I glared up at her.

I had my hands on her thighs, and I was working my tongue like a pro. "You have a voice, use it!" I growled.

"Fuck me like you mean it. She snapped back.

I pulled my face from in between her legs, watching her with a look that might as well have been lethal. "You'll take what I give you, groupie."

She had no idea who she was dealing with. I wasn't a man you toyed with. I stood from my crouched position, forcing her to straddle my hips while still sitting propped up on the counter.

I palmed myself, letting her feel just how hard she had made me. I grabbed her hips, flipping her around until she was facing the mirror behind her.

Her ass was on full display for me as she bent over the counter.

I couldn't help but grin. God, she was perfect.

Perfect. A little too perfect. I hurried to pull my jeans down, my boxers following. My dick finally sprang free of its confines, just begging, throbbing with the need to be inside her and her only. I wrapped my arms around her waist, not being gentle as I pushed my cock deep inside her.

"Kirk!" She cried out, her head flinging forward.

"That's right, say it," I grunted, still feeling her velvety walls coating every vein on my cock.

I toyed with her clit as I began thrusting into her, forcing obscene sounds from her lips.

"Say it," I ordered again, my hands tightening around her waist. She let out a harsh scream, making me groan.

I let go, pumping into her harder, deeper, more rough. I wanted to pound into her until she felt me in every bone of her body. She fell forward onto the counter, slamming against it.

Her back arched, her body trembling from my brutal fuck. "Yes, Kirk! Yes! More!" She cried, pushing back against me. I slammed my cock deep into her again. "There you go, there's the girl I knew out there," I snickered.

Her nails dug into my skin, leaving a mark. I knew where those nails went each time she was alone. I knew what they would feel like as they dragged over my sensitive flesh. I let out an angry growl.

Not yet. "Oh, god." Her words broke me. I lost all control, falling onto the counter behind her. I fucked her hard, fast, and unapologetically. Our skin slapped together. Sweat dripped off of both our bodies.

We were a mess. Every surface of this bathroom was a mess. Everything. But I didn't care. All I could focus on was her moaning, crying, and screaming my name. It was music to my ears.

"Are you gonna cum already? You really are a slut huh?" I teased, making sure to graze her g spot a little longer.

I loved feeling her come undone under my touch. I felt powerful. Like nothing else mattered. If only that were true.

"God, Kirk!" She gasped. "Yes. I'm going to cum!"

"Good. You better not hold back with me. I'm tired of your cheap little tricks. Do it. Now." She came undone under me, bucking and shuddering around me. "Yes, yes, yes!"

Her words cut through me. I didn't think it was possible, but I got even harder.

I pumped faster, harder, letting the power of her muscular walls send me spiraling. "Yessss!" She screamed, wrenching my heart out.

I was seconds away from release. "On your knees, now!" I hurried her, pulling out and stroking myself.

She immediately spun around, her knees hurting the floor as her mouth fell open.

I set the tip of my length on her tongue allowing myself to finally cum.

I erupted, spilling my seed down her throat.

"Swallow it, You fucking slut." I barked out. The words barely left my lips before she was complying. She swallowed everything I gave her, and then some.

"Good girl," I cooed, grinning down at the helpless girl. Her snarky facade had been lifted, at least for now.

"Such a good little thing," I shook my head with a scoff, watching her swallow the last of me.

I admired her smeared beauty. Her makeup just slightly smudged, her hair rustled from the sex.

And her eyes, evil. I knew what I was getting into doing this.

She licked my sensitive tip a few times before standing up to meet my gaze.

She looked like she could eat me alive, stalk, haunt, possess me.

I'd be her victim. It didn't matter.

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[callsignfate]

Two lovely stones.

Day Three of Writemas/Birthday posts!

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Tw: Talk of death and heavy topics, talk and mention of suicide, suicide, grief, loss, yelling and arguments, swearing. Viewer discretion is advised!

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The hot tears slowly glided down your face as you looked up into the darkening sky that the heavy dark rain clouds had covered unfairly.

A broken, incomplete sob escaped your lips as you finally looked down at her, taken from you unfairly. His face looked full of sadness, which made you hurl a rock next to you at him.

"You took her from me! You've killed me now because I will never live as if she was here next to me! You pathetic piece of shit!" Your angry, hate-filled rage spewed out venomous words as the heavy, warm, lifeless body laid on your lap. You held her up as your hands still pressed on where the bullet had entered and will never leave.

Your fingers gently moved her short black hair out of her face, your fingertips grazing her warm skin that was damp with your tears.

When you looked back up finally from her face, he was still there, frozen as if he cared. Your hatred boiled under your skin, the rage making your ears and body hot. The uncertainty of everything stuck to your skin and mind.

Uncomfortably, you sat with Valeria on your legs, your tears endlessly falling on her as more followed, this time not from you but the sky. The soft rain washed away the blood slowly, the red seeping into the earth as if that was where it belonged, where she now belonged.

Your fingers stroked her cheeks as you rocked the both of you back and forth slowly, like she had that night. That night where you were scared you would lose her and she just held you tightly, promising she'd be there, be here with you.

You weren't a pawn in Valeria's chess game of power; you were an innocent bystander she had chosen to talk to, to care for. You were nothing in her business, just someone who loved her, who knew nothing about it until it was too late.

You looked up at him, your bloodshot eyes and your damp clothes pressed against your skin. The cold settled in, your lips turned purple, and your jaw shook as your teeth chattered.

To him, you looked like a distraught innocent who got caught in the crossfire because of Valeria's selfish wants. He could see your rage and fear that had nestled itself in your chest.

He had no words for you, nothing, because he knew that nothing could soothe or dull the pain you were feeling, having to watch your lover get killed and bleed out in front of you. He also felt the tinge of pain in his chest because the past feelings of painful memories stirred below the surface.

"Let's go, Alejandro. Leave her be."

Your eyes snapped up from her face to see the man whose name you learned, the name that was distant whispers of Valeria's memories she spoke so little of. A world she never wanted you to see because she always spoke of the future rather than the past, the future you used to have together.

His eyes didn't leave yours. Your hand slowly grabbed the knife from Valeria's vest, the cold weight felt heavy in your palm. He saw it before you even fully processed your own actions. His feet couldn't move fast enough. The light had already left your eyes before you fell over, still holding Valeria's body in yours.

A flower lay on the small stones that sat together, no names were carved into the curved slabs of gray that sat in the far back of the cemetery. Nothing more than a quote was etched into the stone, "Grief knits two hearts in closer bonds than happiness ever can; and common sufferings are far stronger links than common joys." -Alphonse de Lamartine

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[and-justice-for-zoisite]

𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕙𝕚𝕟 𝕐𝕠𝕦 (Shang Tsung x Reader)

Official Masterlist

Summary: you have made it to the end of time, and everyone you once knew was gone - everyone but the evil sorcerer who enchanted you and gave you everything you could've asked for. But...was this what you really wanted?

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A/N: so this one's just short and sweet, I got this idea randomly in my head so I artistically spewed all over my laptop and you guys get to read the mess!!

I wrote this based on the song Within you by David Bowie as well as the scene after the song in the movie Labyrinth. You'll notice the direct quotes from the movie, and all credit goes to the writers of labyrinth. I'll link both videos just below:

I just thought that the song and scene fit Shang Tsung's character so well and I simply couldn't help myself. So, enjoy! <3

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How you turn my world, you precious thing, You starve and near exhaust me.

Here you were, at the very dawn and end of all time. Standing before you, was no one other than Shang Tsung.

Everything I've done, I've done for you, I move the stars for no one.

You had started to question your judgement a long while into his scheme, having had it prepared from the moment he escaped the hourglass with you, Fujin and Nightwolf. Ultimately, you had been loyal to him, and you never made it a habit to question him.

'He knew what was best for the two of you,' you'd tell yourself.

You've run so long, you've run so far, Your eyes can be so cruel, Just as I can be so cruel.

But was this what you really wanted?

Everyone you ever had a connection with, everyone you had ever known...they were now all gone, their lives extinguished by Shang Tsung's insatiable hunger for power. The weight of their absence bore heavily upon your heart, and the realization that you had become a pawn in his sinister game began to gnaw at your soul.

As you stood face to face with the embodiment of your servitude, doubts and fears welled up inside you like a tidal wave. The once blinding allure of power and control had faded, replaced by a deep longing for freedom and the restoration of the life you had lost.

Shang Tsung, sensing the turmoil within you, smirked knowingly, his eyes gleaming with a predatory glint.

"Come now, (Y/n)," Shang began, his tone tempting, "is this not what you wanted? Together, we can reshape the realms to our liking. No longer shall we be bound by the constraints of mortality or the fleeting connections of a fragile world."

His words hung in the air, seductive and dangerous. The temptation to embrace the darkness, to let go of the pain and forge a new existence, tugged at the edges of your consciousness.

"...this..." you said, just above a whisper as you shook your head, "...this isn't what I wanted. You...you took away so many innocent people, removed them from existence after giving them an agonising death. I wanted us to rule together, sculpt the sands of time by both our hands but..."

You shuddered, refusing to look at him.

"...had I known you'd kill so many innocent people, I would never have gone through with this scheme of yours."

Shang Tsung's facade of amusement faded, replaced by a flicker of annoyance. He had expected compliance, not resistance from you. His eyes narrowed, his voice tinged with irritation.

"You dare question my methods now? After all we've been through, all the power I've bestowed upon you?" he spat, his words dripping with venom.

You took a step back, the weight of his anger pressing against you like a suffocating force. But you stood your ground, drawing strength from the memory of those who had been lost.

"...you...you used me for my divine status. You corrupted me," you quavered, feeling tears prick your eyes though you would never give this man the satisfaction of tears. "I should've listened to my brothers when they told me to stay away, and...now they're dead, gone."

"(Y/n), beware. I have been generous up until now. I can be cruel," Shang warned you. "Generous?," you questioned him, your brows furrowed. "What have you done that's generous?"

"Everything!" he snapped, grabbing you roughly by the wrist as he made you look at him, "everything that you wanted I have done. You asked that I remove the obstacles of our love, I removed them. You cowered before me, I was frightening. I have reordered time. I have turned the world upside down, and I have done it all for you!"

His expression softened, as did his grip on your wrist.

"I am exhausted from living up to your expectations. Isn't that generous?"

You stared at Shang Tsung, his words echoing in your mind. Even if you could go back now, your brothers would never forgive you for courting with this beast of a person. Being a protector of Earthrealm and a water goddess, you failed your duties to safeguard the innocent and maintain the delicate balance of the realms. The weight of your failures crushed upon your shoulders, and a deep sorrow washed over you.

As much as you loved this man, as much as he had lulled you into a false sense of security, was there for you when you were at your lowest points, when you were hurting, when you were lonely...you couldn't help but think, did he do that because he cared? Or was it all part of his scheme? From the very beginning?

Though, at this point, what other choice did you have?

You were far too late.

"I ask for so little. Just fear me, love me, do as I say and I will be your slave."

He was under your skin, and there was nothing you could do about it.

In submission, you leaned into him, allowing him to wrap and arm around your waist while the other wielded a powerful magic, one which served to shape the sands of time to his liking.

How sick you were for loving this man so.

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[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐥𝐝 𝐤𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐬 𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐦𝐞 𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐟

( IT'S THE SAME OLD STORY ; IT STARTS WITH A LAMB & ENDS WITH THE MURDER OF THE PERSON YOU SHOULD LOVE THE MOST )

chara : yoo joonghyuk fandom : omniscient reader's viewpoint quote cr : josé saramago

THE FOOL is seldom cruel, boy wonder born with a heart of gold. it blooms in the presence of another, seeks comfort & courage in the knowing of the absence of loneliness. THE FOOL is not meant for suffering, tragedy entailed and venom sinking into remnants of his story turned tale after tale, and in the reckoning, THE FOOL LAYS TO REST, BURIES HIMSELF IN THE BLOOD OF VENGEANCE AND BEYOND.

THE FOOL is seldom cruel , his first being, first existence , so innocent and so terribly human, but he dies and dies and dies and dies until the story is no more, until he is no more, until he is caught in the madness and succumbs to a fate repeated.

THE FOOL IS YOO JOONGHYUK / THE FOOL IS YOUR LOVER / THE FOOL IS YOUR BEGINNING AND ENDING.

he is your beginning and ending because this is all you know, this one and only lifetime ( but you have lived thousands, caught in the cycle of death, and NEITHER LOVE NOR VIOLENCE CAN SAVE YOU NOW ).

yet there is something so horrifying and tender in the aching that lines the red strings wrapped around your throats , the push and pull / ebb and flow that binds you together. you do not think there is love in your heart, the knife a horror in the beating mess that keeps you alive, and wretched is the way he twists it so, hands scarred and calloused with pointless efforts in survival.

no, there is not love in your heart, because how can you love someone you have known for so little of your life?

( but you know him, know every version of him, know the life in which you fell in love, the life in which you were happy together, the life in which he held you as you died in his arms, unable to fall witness to the grief that he continues to carry to this day. )

no, there is not love in your heart, but your hand instinctively covers it the moment you meet, and you do not know if it is in protection from the end or what once was.

so you stand before each other, his hand on his sword, yours on your heart, and how wildly they beat in harmony.

"yoo joonghyuk," you say, and to hear you call for him is both a blessing and curse, heaven and hell intertwined in the quiet adoration that lingers in your voice, "we have known each other before this, haven't we?"

yes, is what he wishes to say : we were something before, you and i.

you want to imagine that flicker of agony and reluctance on his countenance. you want to imagine it, know it to be untrue, but there is so much pain in his eyes and you are one of the many sources of it.

he remains silent, knows there is no happy ending in this cycle. this will be the one where he survives, seeks the epilogue he was always meant to have.

this will be the regression where he lives, but it will not be the regression he wants.

( his fist clenches. he will draw his sword soon. your heart beats faster. soon, it will not beat at all. )

#omniscient reader's viewpoint x reader #yoo joonhyuk x reader #orv x reader #yjh x reader #i love him i llve him i #.: writing

[wearelondonhq]

Time for a meme! If you want to take part all you have to do is reblog this post. Remember if you reblog to send them out to those who also do. Meme lasts from today (17/02) to the next Friday (22/02)! As always, please have fun and happy meme day!

MARVEL CINEMATIC UNIVERSE SENTENCE STARTERS: featuring quotes from deadpool, venom, ant-man & the wasp, thor: ragnarok, wandavision, doctor strange, ant-man & more. credit for some of these goes to @scotchymemes

Go back to whatever cave you ever crept out of!

What is grief, if not love persevering?

The world has taken too much from you for you to still be considered innocent.

I love you. I love you in every universe.

Where once you were nothing, now you are something.

Expect disappointment and you will never be disappointed.

We were good together, weren’t we? Maybe it’s time to reignite that flame...

I love you 3000.

You still owe me a dance.

Every good family film starts with a great murder.

Kiss me like you missed me.

You’re a lot smarter than I look. You can’t really live until you’ve died a little.

You are not judge, jury or executioner.

You’ve let me down for the last time. What did I do to piss off a grumpy old sucker with a Winter Soldier arm?

You shut your trashmouth!

Sorry, I tend to process traumatic events with dad jokes. 

The only thing that does make sense is that nothing makes sense.

I make grave mistakes all the time. It all seems to work out.

You are my sadness and my hope. But mostly, you’re my love.

Good morning! Are you ready for your hot fresh cup of bodily harm?

You’re not seriously thinking of going back, are you?

Piss off, ghost! I have to get off this planet.

It’s an honor to meet you, officially. I sort of met you, I mean, I watched you while you were sleeping.

We never lose our demons. We only learn to live above them.

I’m expendable. That’s why I’m here.

Some of the best love stories begin with a murder.

You ever feel lost? Just look into the eyes of the people you love.

Do I have to figure out my whole future before lunch, or is there, like…?”

He’d rather lose this fight than lose you.

I’m gonna have to rain check that dance. 

Don’t do anything I would do, and don’t do anything I wouldn’t do. There’s a little gray area in there. That’s where you operate.”

Love is a dagger. It’s a weapon to be wielded far away or up close. You can see yourself in it. It’s beautiful until it makes you bleed.

Someday I’m gonna make great machines that fly. And me and my friends are gonna go flying together, into the forever and beautiful sky.

There’s not a day that goes by where I don’t regret having said yes.

I just want a chance to prove myself. Because that’s what heroes do!

You know what I like about being upset? The blame.

You’re just using me to get to (...). That’s so gross, you’re not even my friend.

You don’t have to fight anyone, but we’re in danger so we have to move.

Your hair looks nice. What did you do to it? Did you change it, maybe wash it?

He is as dishonourable as he is attractive.

Where do you store all this useless information?

Good is not a thing you are. It's a thing you do.

You know you didn’t have to humiliate him in front of everyone.

House blowing up builds character.

I’m just a bad guy who gets paid to fuck up even worse guys.

Motherfucker, you’re the world’s worst friend.

Less talking, more kissing.

Do you kiss your mother with that mouth?

I know what you’re going to say, but this guy/girl/person is all the way bad.

You are so pathologically self-observed

Love the optimism, but in my experience, when it looks bad, it’s usually worse.

I do not understand the intricacies of social interaction.

What master do I serve? What am I supposed to say, Jesus?

I told you that when I was drunk, why are you bringing this up?

Please tell me nobody just kissed me.

There’s a shawarma place two blocks from here. I don’t know what it is, but I want to try it.

If he ends up being evil, we’ll just kill him.

Trying to get you to stop has been one of the few failures of my entire life.

! Do you ever feel like your life is one monumental screw-up?

You people have no shame! What does the FBI even stand for? Forever Bothering Individuals?

Ninja Turtle, you better stop poking me.

I get emails from a raccoon, so nothing sounds crazy.

I just keep imagining you waking up in the morning, sir, looking in the mirror and then in all seriousness saying to yourself, ‘You know what would be a really kickass name? ______!’

I told you, I don’t want to join your super-secret boy band.

Look, I’m going to be totally honest with you:

I forgot you’re here. Well, I was in the neighborhood so I thought I’d save you the hassle.

So are you two…do you…fondue?

You call me _______ again, I’ll shove my foot up somewhere it’s not supposed to be.

Don’t drink fountain water, you idiot.

That’s disgusting.

We'll be okay. You can rest now.

I do some dumb things and it ends up hurting the people I love the most.

Maybe you need a partner, someone to watch your back.

You can do it. You can do anything.

Together, we’ll figure something out.

Missed me, missed me, now you gotta- You know what, forget I said anything.

I’m not one to be judgemental, but you, sir, are an extremely disturbed man.

Lie is such an ugly word. I prefer misdirection

I just conned the hell out of you and here you are trying to save me. How can you be so damn nice all the time?

#wal: meme day

[fromgallowsandgraves]

Open Starter

“You fool.”  Lips curled, he grabbed the dying necromancer by the throat, hoisting the would-be king of the undead into the air.  “You knew my story, and still, you learned nothing. ‘You may be my creator, but I am your master.’”  

The quote held every bit as much venom as it had when he'd originally directed those words at Victor Frankenstein, and then some.

“So fell my maker.  What made you believe that you would fare any better?”

Normally, the reanimated man didn't take the risk of taunting his enemies this way, no matter how vulnerable and close to death they might appear.  Even now, enraged almost to the point of madness by how close he'd come to saving the victims, only to watch the life and will leave their eyes, he would have brought this one-sided conversation to an abrupt – and probably gory – end.  

Unaware of the interloper, he drew the necromancer closer to him and smirked, reveling in the man's shudder.

“I've been learning.  Unlike dear Victor, you won't have the luxury of staying dead.  But don't worry.  I'll leave just enough of your consciousness intact that you can spend centuries thinking about what you did to your ‘thralls’.  I’ll show you exactly as much mercy as you showed them.”

As the first spark of horrified realization in his victim's eyes, he tightened his grip on the man's throat, crushing the man's windpipe with no real intent to revive him.  Only then did the reanimated man notice the third person in the room. 

“Did you know this man?  Are you with him?  Tell me the truth, and I swear I will not harm you.”  It was a foolish vow, perhaps, but it might keep an innocent soul from attacking first out of fear.

#open starter #v: high fantasy #death tw #strangulation tw

[shoegays666]

this is 1000% a plate of corn moment but i’m gonna talk about it anyways because i can and i want to.

in 1x08, tom calls shiv “honey badger,” a sort of sickeningly cutesy pet name that serves as a prime example of tom being disgustingly devoted to shiv despite her general lack of interest in him.

but beyond just being cringe, the nickname gives us, as viewers, insight into tom and shiv’s relationship. despite having the word “honey” in their name, honey badgers are considered some of the most ferocious and resilient animals on earth, even being named “world’s most fearless creature” in the guinness book of world records, killing a multitude of deadly creatures, including venomous snakes. so when tom calls shiv this, it comes across as not only a cringefail display of affection, but also an acknowledgment of her ferocity.

this, interestingly, parallels the scene in the season 4 trailer in which shiv calls tom “a snake.”

obviously, shiv is not calling tom a snake in the same affection way that tom called her a honey badger. quite the opposite actually; she’s livid. but these scenes parallel each other in that both parties compare the other to a vicious animal, thereby revealing the way they view each other. even before their marriage, tom viewed shiv as someone that is deceptively innocent, revealing her vicious behavior when provoked. on the flip side, shiv never would have viewed tom as a snake or a backstabber prior to the season 3 finale. arguably, the main reason she married him was because she thought the exact opposite of him. ergo this quote from logan:

but after tom betrayed her and reveals himself to be a “snake,” shiv has to destroy him, because that’s what honey badgers do. if tom had never stabbed her in the back, she wouldn’t have to come after him the way i assume she will in season 4. and tom knew this. and yet he betrayed her anyway.

#i’m not crazy you’re crazy #this post REEKS of neurodivergence and i apologize #tomshiv #succession #succession s4 #shiv roy #tom wambsgans

[whirling-fangs]

❛ perhaps it is the greater grief, to remain on the earth when another is gone. ❜ ( gone ominous ) (gone horrifying )

quotes that broke me starters // accepting!!

What did it mean. What was that supposed to mean?!

This man had the power to twist the most innocuous sentence into a curse. Each word that poured from his mouth was just another death sentence, another display of his absolute control, when Inosuke was but a powerless pawn in his hand.

Of course he would pick this moment to blabber. He had caught Inosuke curled up on his mother's lap, shivering, hardly able to hold back tears.

Paranoia had taken over, urging him to look all over the house for his beloved mother – the only person that ever mattered. I thought you were gone, he had whispered to her. Unaware that they were not alone in the room.

He remained frozen as the man gently brushed the hair away from his face. He couldn't even move when the man offered to hold him, while Kotoha returned to the task that had taken her all day, sending her running from a room to another, on a path that never coincided with her son's frantic search. Some pointless inventory of the kimono inside the mansion, to ensure that new arrivals had fresh clothes to wear.

These words, spoken in such a sugary voice that it felt venomous. These words, chilling Inosuke to the bone, like his veins had filled with icy waters. The words chosen to sound innocent, yet tailored to stir the worst of horrors inside the child's mind.

A push against the man's chest, an attempt to free himself from this sickening embrace. His heart pounded under his chest, desperate to spread some warmth though his system.

"I'd rather be dead than live in a world without her."

#cryopathiic #on melancholy hill / alive!kotoha AU #[[ooooh douma you are SO going to hell for this!!!]]

[mechacringekitty]

Baby and Reba again (if you want!!) and im not too sure if you know enough about them but Macaron too!! Alabastrine as well if you want :)

2, 5, 6, 9, 12, 14, 17, 19, 22

Sorry its so much, just do the ones you want to do :)

OHOHOHO..........BECOMES AN UNSKIPPABLE CUTSCENE had to skip Macca for a few because they're still new :]

2. Bananaberry - A lot of things, she's pretty closed off, but probably that she adores reptiles. Loves them. Seems like the kind of gal that wouldn't, but she absolutely does. [Her favourite kind of snake is hognoses, fun fact!!] Coereba - Likely the biggest thing about them, the fact that they aren't "really" a dragon, not naturally at least. Alabastrine - He kills people. Your local bartender kills people. 5. Bananaberry - For herself, not very far unless it's something she needs. She'd mostly beg for it otherwise. Coereba - Pushover. You say no to them and they just go "Oh, well, alright." They don't like conflict. Alabastrine - Has done and will kill people for it !! Babygirl gets what she wants and she gets it when she wants. Macaron - Willing to get very pushy with words. Actions? Not so much, they don't like physical violence because of how much they see it exerted on their tribe by the HiveWings. 6. Bananaberry - It would take pleading with her for days or threatening Reba but she would do it eventually if it wasn't, like, killing the innocent. Coereba - Easily. Very easily. They'd hate themself for doing it forever, but they would do it. Alabastrine - His moral compass is so fucked !!!!!!!! Easily but not for the same reason as Reba, and they would probably like it. Macaron - Would rather die. 9. Only Alabastrine has one, and it's her own quote. "Revenge makes your blood sweeter than the finest wine." 12. Alabastrine again. She gets blackout drunk when she's not feeling good. 14. Bananaberry - Caring, soft, generally as a source of comfort and love and protection. Coereba - Only cares about how Reba sees them and wants to be the absolute best dragon in her eyes. They don't need to for her to love them, but they still want it. Macaron - Someone reliable but not necessarily nice. They struggle with wanting to be seen as powerful and their general desire to be nice to everyone, even people that hurt them. Alabastrine - Ohohoh. She wants to be seen as a ruler, someone strong but also kind of scary. Very scary. Intimidating. When she's out and about she tries to seem innocent and stupid though, for her own protection. 17. Bananaberry - Some bullying. Coereba - Horrible family members and a really painful transformation. Alabastrine - Basically being abandoned by his mother Cadaverous after watching her get attacked by Iurus' guards.

19. Bananaberry - Think I've talked about this before.. she snaps at people, sometimes literally, and generally just growls and yells at people whenever they bother her. Can get a bit violent, and will sometimes accidentally spray venom. Coereba - They get less enraged and more just hurt. They'll quiet down and probably stalk off to sulk or seek affection from Bananaberry. Alabastrine - Depends. If it's a short term thing she'll lash out and make sure everyone knows she's annoyed, if it's long term she's probably silent and plotting her revenge. Macaron - They try not to get enraged, but they take it out by going outside. If you ever see Macca sitting in the garden with their eyes closed, they aren't relaxing, they're pissed. 22. I'm incredibly bad at this but I'll try. Bananaberry - Good or neutral good. Coereba - Lawful neutral ? Alabastrine - Lawful evil or chaotic good. Or somewhere in between. Macaron - Lawful good.

#hound.txt #starseeker-dragon #oc; bananaberry #oc; coereba #oc; alabastrine #oc; macaron #wof ocs

[daimonclub]

Halloween great quotes

Halloween great quotes and aphorisms Halloween great quotes and aphorisms, 50 famous and amazing ideas for your pleasure by the World of English or English-culture.com blog Halloween for the year 2022 is celebrated/observed on Monday, October 31st. What the dead had no speech for, when living, They can tell you, being dead: the communication Of the dead is tongued with fire beyond the language of the living. T.S. Eliot, Four Quartets Be silent in that solitude, Which is not loneliness – for then The spirits of the dead, who stood In life before thee, are again In death around thee, and their will Shall overshadow thee; be still. Edgar Allan Poe If human beings had genuine courage, they’d wear their costumes every day of the year, not just on Halloween. Doug Coupland The oldest and strongest emotion of mankind is fear, and the oldest and strongest kind of fear is fear of the unknown. H P Lovecraft Be wary then; best safety lies in fear. William Shakespeare Treats and tricks. Witch broomsticks. Jack-o-lanterns Lick their lips. Crows and cats. Vampire bats. Capes and fangs And pointed hats. Werewolves howl. Phantoms prowl. Halloween’s Upon us now. Richelle E. Goodrich It’s Halloween, The night we all play, Trick or treat, We won’t go away. Be we ghoul or goblin, ghost, We’ll knock on your door, To see who scares you the most. Anthony T.Hincks Halloween shadows played upon the walls of the houses. In the sky the Halloween moon raced in and out of the clouds. The Halloween wind was blowing, not a blasting of wind but a right-sized swelling, falling, and gushing of wind. It was a lovely and exciting night, exactly the kind of night Halloween should be.” Eleanor Estes The jack-o-lantern follows me with tapered, glowing eyes. His yellow teeth grin evily. His cackle I despise. But I shall have the final laugh when Halloween is through. This pumpkin king I’ll split in half to make a pie for two.” Richelle E. Goodrich There is magic in the night when pumpkins glow by moonlight. Anonymous Shadows of a thousand years rise again unseen. Voices whisper in the trees, “Tonight is Halloween!” Dexter Kozen On Hallows Eve, we witches meet to broil and bubble tasty treats like goblin thumbs with venom dip, crisp bat wings, and fried fingertips. Richelle E. Goodrich Witch and ghost make merry on this last of dear October’s days. Author Unknown

Halloween quotes by English-culture Halloween is one of my favorite holidays. Christmas and the others can end up making you sad, because you know you should be happy. But on Halloween you get to become anything that you want to be” Ava Dellaira Halloween is fun, but it wasn't always my favorite holiday. I think Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. Tobin Bell Tis now the very witching time of night, When churchyards yawn and hell itself breathes out Contagion to this world. William Shakespeare When witches go riding, and black cats are seen, the moon laughs and whispers, ‘tis near Halloween. Author Unknown We are born from the star dust, and there we have to come back, under some nice carpets, to enjoy some cheerful Halloween parties! Carl William Brown Clothes make a statement. Costumes tell a story. Sir Arthur Conan Doyle Fear has many eyes and can see things underground. Miguel de Cervantes There is nothing that gives more assurance than a mask. Colette On ol' Halloween Night These monsters join the living If they had it their way They'd stay until Thanksgiving. Casey Browning Halloween wraps fear in innocence, As though it were a slightly sour sweet. Let terror, then, be turned into a treat... Nicholas Gordon Halloween isn't the only time for ghosts and ghost stories. In Victorian Britain, spooky winter's tales were part of the Christmas season, often told after dinner, over port or coffee. Michael Dirda Every Halloween for six years, I was a Ninja Turtle, and Mikey was my favorite. The turtles really made me who I am today. They got me into martial arts, meditation, surfing, skateboarding; big time influence on who I am today. Greg Cipes Halloween is bigger than Christmas in America. I've experienced it in New York, Los Angeles and Washington D.C., and if you're in the right neighbourhood, every house is decorated with spooky ghosts, spider webs, and jack-o-lanterns. Rhys Darby

Halloween best quotes ever If ever there was a holiday that deserves to be commercialized, it's Halloween. We haven't taken it away from kids. We've just expanded it so that the kid in adults can enjoy it, too. Cassandra Peterson Where there is no imagination there is no horror. Arthur Conan Doyle People value Halloween, like Valentine's Day, because they can tell themselves that it's not merely secularized but actually secular, which is to say, not Christian, Jewish, Hindu or Muslim. Amity Shlaes This Halloween the most popular mask is the Arnold Schwarzenegger mask. And the best part? With a mouth full of candy you will sound just like him. Conan O'Brien On Halloween, kids get to assume, for one night the outward forms of their innermost dread, and they're also allowed to take candy from strangers - the scariest thing of all. Kate Christensen Charlie Brown is the one person I identify with. C.B. is such a loser. He wasn't even the star of his own Halloween special. Chris Rock Once in a young lifetime one should be allowed to have as much sweetness as one can possibly want and hold. Judith Olney True love is like ghosts, which everyone talks about but few have seen. Author Unknown They that are born on Halloween shall see more than other folk. Saying of unknown origin Proof of our society's decline is that Halloween has become a broad daylight event for many. Robert Kirby

Halloween best quotes and decorations Proof of our society's decline is that Halloween has become a broad daylight event for many. Robert KirbyWhen black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, May luck be yours on Halloween. Author Unknown When black cats prowl and pumpkins gleam, May luck be yours on Halloween. Author Unknown It's said that All Hallows' Eve is one of the nights when the veil between the worlds is thin - and whether you believe in such things or not, those roaming spirits probably believe in you, or at least acknowledge your existence, considering that it used to be their own. Even the air feels different on Halloween, autumn-crisp and bright. Erin Morgenstern Halloween starts earlier and earlier, just like Christmas. Robert Englund I see my face in the mirror and go, 'I'm a Halloween costume? That's what they think of me?' Drew Carey There is nothing funny about Halloween. This sarcastic festival reflects, rather, an infernal demand for revenge by children on the adult world. Jean Baudrillard In Britain, the major public holiday used to be Guy Fawkes Day... that was celebrated on November 5th with things like bonfires and fireworks... I think that made Halloween seem preferable. The idea of having pumpkins and costumes and parties seemed much more appealing than burning down your neighborhood. Lisa Morton In our town, Halloween was terrifying and thrilling, and there was a whiff of homicide. We'd travel by foot in the dark for miles, collecting candy, watching out for adults who seemed too eager to give us treats. Rosecrans Baldwin On Halloween, don't you know back when you were little, your mom tells you don't eat any candy until she checks it? I used to be so tempted to eat my candy on the way to other people's houses. That used to be such a tease. Derrick Rose I'm not a real Halloween kind of guy, because Halloween is every day. Al Jourgensen

Halloween quote by the great poet Poe For about 30 years, Halloween was taken over by pranksters. By the '30s, pranks were causing cities millions of dollars of damage. They considered banning Halloween in many cities, but instead, parents got together and came up with party ideas for kids, and a lot of them involved dressing up and costuming. Lisa Morton There haven't been organized protests, but I have heard of protests where people have wanted to celebrate Halloween. Lisa Morton You look at Cheney, Rumsfeld, Karl Rove, and Bush - if you saw them on Halloween, they wouldn't need a costume. You'd give them a treat and compliment them on what great-looking demons they were. They are demons. There's no doubt about it. Tommy Chong I live in New Orleans part of the year, and it's a really fun eating town. I bought two homes there, one to live in and one as an investment. They love to eat, drink and dress up in costumes. There are so many reasons to dress up - Mardi Gras, Halloween, Southern Decadence. Jennifer Coolidge I hear from many a man around Halloween that's dressed up as Mama for Halloween. It's a great costume. Vicki Lawrence I'm a really big fan of all things macabre in general; Halloween happens to be my favorite holiday. Dove Cameron I love Halloween, trick or treating and decorating the house. And I love Thanksgiving, because of the football and the fall weather. And of course, I love Christmas - that's my favorite of all! Joe Nichols I learned to glitter the pumpkins for Halloween not because I went into it thinking, 'I'm going to glitter some pumpkins!' No. I bought all of these big, cold, slimy, disgusting pumpkins and tried to carve them, and it was gross, so I had to find something else to do with them. Glitter was life-changing. Jen Lancaster I hate Halloween. I hate dressing up. I hate - I wear wigs, makeup, costumes every day. Halloween is like, my least favorite holiday. Amy Poehler My favorite scary movie was always 'Halloween.' I love that there's hidden emotion underneath Michael Myers' psychotic behavior. Plus, he has the best mask, hands-down. Chris Zylka I've never seen 'Texas Chainsaw Massacre', I've never seen 'Halloween', I've never seen any of the 'Friday the 13ths.' Lin Shaye Download the pdf file about Halloween History If you like Halloween you can also read the following articles: Halloween great and famous quotes Halloween or All Hallows’ Eve Halloween quotes and aphorisms Halloween death poems http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=1ceNe5q9xfI   Read the full article

#America #aphorisms #dead #dread #Eliot #folk #fun #ghost #halloween #holiday #living #magic #mask #quotes #Shakespeare #speech #star #witching

[dungeons-and-dramaqueens]

More quotes inspired by my hatred for guns in D&D:

-"She is innocent, you are a cruel and loveless beast."

-"You deserve a cyanide birthday cake."

-"You fill me with the kind of cold hate that leaves only love behind."

-"I will leave you with nothing but the taste of my venom on your tongue."

#dnd #guns in dnd #dnd memes #dnd shenanigans #dm things #its a joke #fake rage

[badassxbirdy]

Edit: Theme is being edited, so please excuse any mess. Navigation links are in the bio.

May Activity Update (Pinned)

It’s a new month, which means it’s time once again for the monthly activity update! These posts help me to keep track of what the frick I’ve been doing, particularly when tumblr breaks or the brainfog strikes. This update only includes things posted and/or drafted in April, and the first two days of May. Things prior to this month can be found over on my thread tracker (here).

The full activity update (along with OOC house keeping) is below the cut. Bolded text = links.

For the new folks: If you want to see all IC interactions without the other stuff, click here. If you’d like to start something new, I have opens, a wishlist tag, memes, or you can add Ty on Wire.

Discord is available on request, or you can just message me here saying “WHAT UP, NERD” if you’d like to chat.

Now onto the update! We’re starting with the OOC stuff this month, as there’s a few things folks should be aware of.

OOC housekeeping:

I’m staying with family for a bit. If all goes according to plan I’ll be home on the 18th, but until then I’ll be on mobile only access. As always, mobile posts will be tagged to enable blocking if the formatting becomes annoying on the dash.

I believe most people who were caught up in the blog deletions have had their accounts restored, but to make sure I don’t lose contact with folks, I’ve made a discord for RP related things. Right now I only use it for OOC chats, but I’m open to RPing on there if preferred for some interactions. Username: badassxbirdy#8352

There’s also Wire for IC texts. Username is the same as here, badassxbirdy.

The about page has been updated at last! A good amount of that old one was written yeaaaars ago, so some changes were very much needed. If anyone spots typos, please let me know.

A new relationships page is on the way, and I’ll of course post about it when it’s finished. The current (basic bitch) page will stay up until then.

The theme is being edited, so if you see that it looks gross right now, NO YOU DON’T.

Threads, replies, and other IC interactions:

How many fingers am I holdin’ up? (drafted) - @normallyxstranger (Tabitha)

😡 with Dylan (drafted) - @normallyxstranger

Jonathan meets Hyde!Ty (drafted) - @harkcr

“You aren’t supposed to be here.” (drafted) - @razorfst

Protective meme (drafted) - @lcbcshcart

Tyler is here to interfere! (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Tyler sees the drawings. 👀 (link) - @nightiingaled (Proteus)

Trying to help. (link)- @normallyxstranger (Casey)

Investigating the park. (link) - @the-immortals-assistant

A banishment gone wrong (link) - @normallyxstranger (Victor)

Car trouble (link) - @demcnsinmymind

Being a little shit at the bar (link) - @blutschatten

Acrobatic injuries (link) - @indyflanery

Witness protection (link) - @the-immortals-assistant

Vampires are the worst (link) - @ignisxcor (Ethena)

*Innocent whistling* (link) - @tobeblamed

At the hospital (link) - @omniishambles (Eddie&Venom)

Graveyard meme (link) - @bluemondys

Jail cell (link) - @nightiingaled (Killian)

Bby!Ty being extremely awkward (link) - @normallyxstranger (Jamie)

In need of caffeine (link) - @unbearablyindifferent

Very important popcorn discussions. 😂 (link) - @normallyxstranger (Mason)

The peanut gallery (link) - @diicktective

The pot and the kettle. (link) - @nightiingaled (Proteus)

Goldfish theory? Goldfish Theory. (link) - @ignisxcor (Damon)

Making their getaway (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Church/priest discussions (link) - @derschwarzeengel

Headcanon, dash games, and assorted silliness:

Ty’s birthday shenanigans! Featuring silliness and OTP feels. (link) Thanks to @normallyxstranger, @demcnsinmymind, @derschwarzeengel, and @nightiingaled! ❤️

Does Tyler consider herself to be brave? (link)

Ty’s reckless behaviour. (link)

Dash game: Character Voice (link)

Dash game: how do you feel in love? (link)

Incorrect quotes: KilliTy edition (link)

Making fun of her emotional support darklighter: link, link, and link. Apparently she wanted to pick on Damon a lot this month. 😂

I think that’s everything! If I’ve missed an ask, reply, etc, please do let me know. Stay safe, and don’t forget to hydrate your flesh prison. ❤️

— Em

#activity update #pinned post #badassxqueue

[seraphiism]

𓆩 ღ 𓆪 𝐂𝐎𝐃𝐀

( i think of all that might have been / waiting here, for evermore. ) 

chara : belial fandom : granblue fantasy quote cr : dan stevens a/n : ty for the comm :^)

ACT ONE : IT IS A MYTH THAT ANGELS ARE BORN FROM PURITIES AND VIRTUES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF A HIGHER BEING, AN ANGEL IS A BEAST, A BURDEN, A BRUTALITY : FRIGHTENING, MONSTROUS, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DAMNATION THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

belial is a curse in existence, created with intention but a failure in execution. how very fitting for him, a fallen angel that consumes every ounce of hatred and twists it into something so hideously and falsely beautiful. how his wings have darkened so, white muddled and stained with black. but that is not his true form, not the core of his existence, and should you ever ask to see it, he will laugh, and it will break your heart over and over again, just as much as it breaks his.

he is a feign divinity made of hypocrisy and deceptions ; in the knowing of you, he realizes that the ugly truth is that you are entirely the opposite of him – you are what an angel should be, yet you are human, and that is the vast difference that will tear you apart in the end.

“asking to see my truest self, are you?” his voice is low, taunting, yet there is a familiar affection laced beneath it. “haven’t you seen just enough of me?”

he’s always been one to hide his feelings, always been one to put on a facade, throwing another into confusion and chaos in order to carry out his true intentions. but you’ve never fallen for his tricks– not you, never you, he’s noticed, and you are far more stubborn and resilient than he expected. he simply smiles a teasing smile, but you almost wonder if you sense a melancholy resting on the curve of his lips.

“please,” you whisper, and surely it is the way you plead that sends a shiver down his spine, but he will lie, tell himself it’s the frigid air, “i want to see all of you.”

“oh, but don’t you understand why angels warn humans to not be afraid?” he asks, amusement clear in his voice. “what makes you think a fallen angel is any less frightening?”

your hand cups his cheek, tender, and he almost instinctively leans into your touch.

“i won’t be afraid, belial.”

he hums, content, takes your hand and presses a kiss against your wrist. your pulse quickens, and he cannot help but smile at the realization.

foolish being, he thinks, but at the end of it all, he does not know who he refers to.

( it is a very cruel thing, this version of love he is falling into : the innocence of need, the slow decay of fantasy in this swan song between beauty and beast. )

ACT TWO : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEAUTY IS BORN FROM VANITY AND EGOTISMS, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF SELF, THE BEAUTY IS THE HEART, A KINDNESS, A BENEVOLENCE : SELFLESS, MERCIFUL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DELICACY THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

but love is a CURSE, and it is not something that belongs in the bloodied hands of the fiend. it is something he has sought after since the beginning of genesis, and in the failed creation’s mind, love has always been a distortion : maddening, mindless, but befitting for a beast. it was all he knew, all he felt, all he thought he deserved. but what he shares with you – it is so vastly different in its purest form : an acceptance, a relentless longing, the knowing that it will end in remorse and resignation, and the knowing that goodbye will be the right choice at the end of the line.

to have something this kind, to know it in the most cherished of ways – it is slipping through his fingers, slowly slowly slowly, and he knows it, yet he does not try to save it. it is not meant for the saving, this connection between souls, because the beast is a curse, woven with thorns, and the beauty is a blessing, a rose meant to bloom, not wither.

yes, belial thinks, you are his blessing. he almost laughs at the sentiment, bittersweet, decayed. it is only then that he, an angel with a venomous tongue, is allowed to speak such a virtuous word. maybe it is because of the way you sleep soundly in his arms, trusting enough to fall into a deep slumber in the presence of the devil in disguise, or maybe it is because of the rare peace that he hardly subjects himself to– how it sinks into the crevices of a broken being, restores them with gold, granting silent and temporary permission to something never meant to be.

maybe it is because of the warmth that settles in the little distance between your bodies, the feeling of your heartbeat a fascination due to the absence of his. belial has a still heart, frozen in experimentation gone wrong, yet there is something else that flourishes inside his chest, and it is so beautiful and terrifying all the same.

it is very much love that is a mass of contradictions, and he feels it in the way you place your heart in his hands, the aching of his claws itching for release. you know of this, you do, but you know he would never destroy what remains of your humanity.

you are meant for something good, something better. he is everything you should not have, and you are everything he wants to have.

you are not meant to be. he knows this, and so he decides this fairytale must come to an end, just as all stories do. it will not have a happy ending, but none of them do, do they? he smiles, a quiet, foreign sorrow somewhere in the depths of defeat.

he moves swiftly, carefully, as to not wake you. he watches your sleeping figure, feels this strange sharpness in his heart. he is not used to this kind of pain; there is no joy or thrill to be found in it, only a lingering grief he cannot understand. he tears his gaze away, turns to leave.

it is time for the curtain call.

“you’re leaving, aren’t you?”

he should have known you were pretending.

he doesn’t move, doesn’t turn around. you don’t expect him to, and maybe it’s better that way. your voice is heavy with exhaustion, but not surprise, and maybe you both have known that this is how it would end. he doesn’t speak, but you can almost imagine that idiotic, coy smile he puts on for show.

instead, he smiles a sad smile.

“better this way, hm?” he hardly looks over his shoulder, but he can feel your gaze nonetheless. “it was fun while it lasted.”

he is going to leave you, let you go, knowing you will seek happiness elsewhere. he has always been so sickeningly selfish, but for you, he will not be.

you will not convince him to stay, not now. but this is your story, too. you will control how it ends.

perhaps in another life, he muses, should there be one after this, you will coexist in a world where you are meant to be happy together. but not in this life. not in this world.

he leaves, and somewhere, a rose petal falls, slowly slowly slowly.

( yes, this fairy tale ends in remorse and resignation. yes, an angel reminds himself, goodbye is the right choice. )

ACT THREE : IT IS A MYTH THAT BEASTS ARE BORN FROM EVILS AND DEPRAVITIES, AND IN THE TRUEST FORM OF AN AVATAR, A BEAST IS A VULNERABILITY, A LONELINESS, AN ACHING : LOVELORN, HYPOCRITICAL, AND IN DESPERATE DESIRE FOR A DOOM THEY WILL CALL LOVE.

you occupy his thoughts more than you should, and even though you are apart, he still watches over you. from the skies, he ensures your safety, a bittersweet relief washing over him when he sees that you are healing from the hurt. he wonders if he is healing, too. he wonders if he made the right decision.

it is safer, better this way. a fallen angel has no place in the heart of a human. it doesn’t matter what he desires, what he wants.

he smiles, wonders what it would still be like, having you at his side. he does not dare admit he misses you– there’s no need to solidify the pain, acknowledge its unwanted presence.

love is a very cruel and tragic being, isn’t it?

something inside slowly unravels– it is not wrath that unleashes his true form, but perhaps it is a silent cry of mourning, this shift in appearance : the presence of thorns, so violently red, the markings that adorn his body, the black sclera. there is no need for it, but he does not choose to suppress it. he hums in forced amusement, closes his eyes. he wonders if you truly would have been fearless of him in this state. what a shame it is that he will never know.

time passes. he feels something strange in his chest– an unknown sensation, a jolt, and he wonders if that is the sensation of a beating heart. he opens his eyes to the familiar blue skies.

“you’re persistent. you’ve found me, after all.”

you stand behind him, and he can practically feel your sorrow, your frustration, that slight anger. when he turns around, he sees it all. from the moment he left, you knew you would find him, but the path to reunion has not been an easy one. you freeze, and he forces a grin.

“how is it? my truest form? does it frighten you?”

you don’t speak for a long while. it doesn’t, no. not at all. you have always found belial beautiful, and you still do. but there’s this dying grief that overwhelms you, the same grief you have carried in all the time you have been separated. it tastes bitter on your tongue, renders you speechless.

you’ve been waiting for this moment, and now that it’s here, you just–

you swallow hard. love is not meant to be cruel, nor tragic. one step forward, then another. his expression is unreadable, carefully crafted. it’s no longer that mischievous facade nor is it dejection. you’ve always been one to see through his games though, and somewhere in the deep red, there’s this excruciating loneliness that you also feel.

“you couldn’t love someone like me, right?” he laughs. “a fallen angel with the appearance of a demon.”

but you don’t falter. you don’t buy it.

“enough, belial.” your voice wavers, the words heavy on your tongue. how they almost threaten to choke you, and you wonder what will take you first : the tides of longing or the courage that dies in words unspoken. “why do you think i’ve spent all this time searching for you?”

your fingers trace over his markings, the ghost of your touch leaving a burning sensation in their wake. you’re trembling, he notices, and he feels it in the way you cup his face in your hands, gentle. you look at him, and he almost wonders if he is imagining the reverence and ardor in your gaze.

“you left because you thought it was better that way, right? because you thought i could find someone better, someone worthy.” you murmur, and now it is his hands that shake this time. “because you think you’re not worthy of anything good, because everything you know is painful, so you think you’re better off subjecting yourself to the pain because it’s all you know.” and there is this quiet smile that blossoms on your lips, and it grows the slightest bit when you see that quiet uncertainty in crimson hues. “you can love, belial. you can be loved.”

your thumb grazes over the markings once more, and he feels that frightening sensation in his heart again– a dull thud, slow– but then it picks up in its pacing, beats and beats and beats, and surely you must hear it too, the way it pounds so violently.

“there’s no one better, belial. it’s you that i want. it’s always been you.”

you take his hand, press a kiss against the inside of his wrist, and he almost laughs at the familiarity of it all. you’ve always had him wrapped around your finger.

“you’ve always been a stubborn one, haven’t you?” his lips meet yours, and he feels the way you smile into the kiss. “be careful you don’t regret this.”

you laugh, squeeze his hand.

“i won’t, belial.”

( yes, this fairy tale beloved ends with reunion and revelations. yes, belial reminds himself, your fingers laced with his, you are his blessing, his happy ending. )

#granblue fantasy x reader #belial x reader #gbf x reader #.: writing #.: comm

[wyrmfedgrave]

Pics:

1. Fred J. Jackson was an American author, playwright, screenwriter, novelist, director & producer for the pulps & stage & screen.

2 thru 6. Fred was a highly prolific author of short stories, serialized novels & movie scripts.

He used the great pen name of Victor Thorne.

Though he usually wrote for the pulp mags, many of his tales were adapted into film - but, by others...

Among his works are:

A. The musical "La La Lucille."

B. The novels "Hidden Princess" & "Anne Against the World."

C. The plays "Iron Woman", "Naughty Wife", "Stop Flirting" & "The Bishop Misbehaves!"

D. The screenplays "Man Hunt", "Wells Fargo", "Miracle on Main Street", "Dark Swan", "Stormy Weather" & "The Fatal Ring."

E. The short stories "High Speed", "Jack of Diamonds" & "The Morocco Box."

7 & 8. "La La Lucille" was one of Fred's best works. Here we have 1 page of the piano score for it & a look at it's stage production as well.

1913: Missives of War!

Bio - This year started out like the last few. With Lovecraft sleeping the days away. Waiting for night's release.

But, his life was about to change...

As a devoted reader, Howard had strong opinions about what he liked. And he wasn't shy about sharing his thoughts.

HPL was a regular commentator, of the early pulps, for 2 years now.

He probably didn't know that his most recent, long & venomous missive was about to stir up a letter 'war.'

One whose 'battles' would last for almost a year!

Lovecraft had become incensed of the amount of space that Argosy¹ had given over to Fred Jackson's "trivial, effeminate &... coarse" romances.

Howard followed this up with his criticism that Fred's characters had the "delicate passions & emotions proper (only) to negroes & anthropoid apes²!"

This led to, as (the writer) "Arthur³" best describes as, "a snail mail flame war" between 'allies' of both men!

For HPL, this meant an attack on himself - as the "Poet of Providence" & the old style language that he used.

Focusing on how Howard must be "in love with his dictionary!!"

Lovecraft responded by complaining about Fred's "erotic fiction⁴" (innocent by today's standards)!

And, how Howard preferred tales "where acts of valor are more dwelled upon, than (the) affairs of Venus⁵."

Numerous of Fred's defenders kept the venom flowing. One going so far as to threaten "to loosen up my .44-6 on that man Lovecraft!!"

HPL then escalated the 'fight', venting his contempt - in verse⁶!

One John Russell became Howard's personal 'enemy' - by responding in kind!!

The whole thing was a sort of an early "rap battle" with "wicked burns" being spit out by both sides!

In the end, both men came to regard each other as intellectual equals, veterans of a rarified battleground...

This poetic "smackdown" would see both men suddenly become 'noticed.'

Notes:

1. Argosy was the 1st American pulp fiction magazine. It specialized in short story, male oriented tales.

2. As usual, HPL likes to use race & bad pseudo-science to empower the impact of his curses.

3. I don't know who writes under this name, so don't ask. She/He/It does have some great turns of phrase.

4. A common trope of this 'romance' material is rape 'enjoyable' enough for the 'heroine' to fall in 'love' with the 'hero' - without her ever consenting to have 'sex'!!!

This is something that still crops up in rape fantasies, porn movies, etc...

5. Venus was the Roman Goddess of Love & Sexual Passion. She's the Latin version of the earlier Greek Aphrodite.

6. Mostly heroic couplets in the style of Pope & Dryden.

Lovecraft's poetic missives include the "Ad Criticos" cycle & " The End of the Jackson War."

Quotes:

1. In 1913 (during the 'war'), Howard stated - in some surprise, "(My little letter) created an immense sensation (of hatred) among... Argosy's readers."

2. In 1916, HPL crowed that, "The editor... had anti-Lovecraft letters - on the following month!"

"Then, I (wrote) another satire, flaying my tormentors in stinging iambic pentameter⁷."

"This too was printed - til the storm of fury waxed high."

(The dispute was, for the most part, quite good natured.)

Note:

7. Iambic pentameter describes a poetic satire written in 10 syllable sentences & composed of 5 parts.

#hpl bio #hpl output #correspondents at war #argosy flame letter war #1913: 1st Rap Battle?!!

[otasnox]

playlist masterlist: (mostly. i have private/personal ones but these r the ones i wanna talk abt here!!

all playlist titles have been tagged, i'm gonna tag the playlist name every time i talk abt it so you can see my musings on specific playlists

january sunset

"🏷️: minako arisato , kotone shiomi , hamuko , femc , aigis , minaigis , persona 3, p3 , p3fes | art by stuffbymail" (made february 21st, 2022)

smile like you mean it

"a charlotte "charlie" emily playlist || art by @/robertdenirowap" (made february 26th, 2022)

oh, anna

"anna yoshizaka from p2:is (persona 2: innocent sin) playlist" (made february 28th, 2022)

icosa

"an ena playlist || tags: enawave weirdcore webcore internetcore" (made april 5th, 2022)

therefore, you & me

"an asoryuu playlist || art: ayabit on tumblr" (made july 27th, 2022)

and you could have it all-- my empire of dirt

"i dont fucking know. i wanted a bosselot playlist. art by khvatka" (made september 24th, 2023)

it starts up in our bedroom after the war

"penis music aka the otasune playlist if it wasnt obvious" (made october 8th, 2023)

no such thing as an absolute enemy

"yeah it's the bbkaz playlist. art by mxgicdave on twitter" (made january 15th, 2024)

in memory of a patriot who saved the world

"(art by lucky-draws on tumblr) the boss / the joy, mgs. bits of strangeboss and sorrowjoy, just general boss stuff. i miss you, boss" (made january 17th, 2024)

tidings from an old flame

"bbeva playlist... the title is from a peace walker kaz quote, where big boss gets a tape from eva. kaz says, "ho ho hoooo, the plot thickens. tidings from an old flame?" // art by madscientistreaction on tumblr" (made january 17th, 2024)

i was born on the battlefield & i'll die on the battlefield

"gray fox (grey fox) mg/mgs playlist.... maybe a few hints of snox. art by puphound on tumblr" (made january 17th, 2024)

and then you and i will be enemies, too. one of us will have to kill the other. // fine by me.

"ocelhira... i think they had some twisted form of love, or at least respect, for each other at some point. i think it was always doomed to end the way it did (february 25h 2005, in alaska) // art by its-always-sunny-in-city17" (made january 18th, 2024)

i just wanted an excuse to kill as many people as i could

"the liquidmantis playlist || art by silvr on tumblr" (made january 18th, 2024)

have you ever enjoyed killing someone?

"diminished sense of reality, huh? vr training will do that. || art by varliona on tumblr" (made january 18th, 2024)

without a sound, and i wish you away

"emma emmerich & her brother... (platonic) || art by inhibishun" (made january 18th, 2024)

how we touched & went our separate ways

"venom snake & quiet (vquiet), plus the diamond dogs (a little bit) || art by zanzibar1and on tumblr" (made january 19th, 2024)

life is not the things that we do, it's who we're doing them with

"sunny emmerich (gurlukovich), with bits of jupiter family / otasune! || art by pixiv id 4192645 || this is mostly songs i think she would listen to as opposed to like songs that fit her u know" (made january 19th, 2024)

let me die, let me drown, lay my bones in the ground

"sniper wolf (mgs) playlist i guess. || art by berccccccc on tumblr" (made january 20th, 2024)

another page to our family's dark history

"fuck my stupid baka life (emmerich family playlist) || art by wizard0rb on tumblr" (made january 20th, 2024)

we're on a team together, silver! yay!

"hmph! the noisy one's already here. || soulsilvershipping (rival silver x trainer lyra) from pkmn (pokemon) bc i love them || art by lambylingames on tumblr !!" (made january 20th, 2024)

why was solid snake 33 and still fighting metal gear... he should've been at the club

"art by its-always-sunny-in-city17 on tumblr || solid snake (mgs) playlist and by that? i mean songs he would listen to. he has the music taste of a dad who was born in the 70s (which he is.) idk he listens to what my mom likes which means he likes 70s 80s 90s stuff but also the shrek soundtrack" (made january 21st, 2024)

#picklepuffleposting #january sunset #smile like you mean it #oh anna #icosa #therefore you & me #and you could have it all-- my empire of dirt #it starts up in our bedroom after the war #no such thing as an absolute enemy #in memory of a patriot who saved the world #tidings from an old flame #i was born on the battlefield & i'll die on the battlefield #and then you and i will be enemies too. one of us will have to kill the other. // fine by me. #i just wanted an excuse to kill as many people as i could #have you ever enjoyed killing someone? #without a sound and i wish you away #how we touched & went our separate ways #life is not the things that we do it's who we're doing them with #let me die let me drown lay my bones in the ground #another page to our family's dark history #we're on a team together silver! yay! #why was solid snake 33 and still fighting metal gear... he should've been at the club