but maybe I am the monster they think I am

a tale as old as time. her eyes are brown like mine.

beauty, with your soft voice and your pretty cheeks: does he kiss your bruises after he’s finished screaming? belle, princess of patience, lady who simply loved until he came around to it - can you teach me how to tame him? how to make him never raise a hand to me again?

true love changes him. which love do i give him, bella. in the morning when i am up early to make him breakfast and silent when he yells at me, is this the music that soothes the savage beast? in the black of night, when my eyes are closed and he is panting at my neck, is this the love that put him to sleep?

when he turns twenty-one the spell will be forever. the last petal. he will remain a horror forever. you must shape him into a better man by then, beauty. must carve out your own heart and feed it to him gently. must spoon him your own bones until he stops being hungry. 

youthful indiscretions are forgot. you cover up the scars from his claws. it is not the man, it is the curse he lives under. you are his one. his only chance. i come back like you, belle. i return to the castle no matter how battered i become. i think i see the man you saw once, bella. i think i see the man i fell in love with. 

we, que linda, are strong girls. my nose, yours, bella, we keep ours in books. i too am the strange girl, running until her feet tire. i too am lost in the woods. we ran from our houses and found monsters, or maybe we were always fated to. we love a challenge. we have hearts that are mountains.

beauty. i kiss him but the spell never breaks, i sit myself in pretty dresses at fancy tables with meals i made just for him. even the grey stuff is delicious. he still throws the dishes. 

later when he is apologizing i feel your ghost hope in me - did we at last get through to him. did we reverse the curse. this time, does he mean it. if i am better will he open up. if i am better will he stop. if i am better could i beat him. if i am better can i leave him. 

belle: how do i save him. how do i save myself.

Quotes for the signs
  • Aries : "You can love a monster, it can even love you back, but that doesn’t change its nature."
  • Taurus : "I can never fight for myself, but, for others, I can kill."
  • Gemini : "You are damaged and broken and unhinged. But so are shooting stars and comets."
  • Cancer : "And sometimes I have kept my feelings to myself, because I could find no language to describe them in."
  • Leo : "I am destroying myself so other people can’t and it’s the worst kind of control but it’s the only form I know."
  • Virgo : "I exist too much, I feel too much, think too much. Reality is crushing the life out of me."
  • Libra : “You wear a mask for so long, you forget who you were beneath it.”
  • Scorpio : “The monsters were never under my bed. Because the monsters were inside my head.”
  • Sagittarius : "She had a passionate longing for the garden, the darkness, the pure sky, the stars."
  • Capricorn : "I’m a sad collection of maybes and almost."
  • Aquarius : "I’d rather be hated for who I am, than loved for who I am not."
  • Pisces : "She liked to disappear, even when she was in the same room as other people. It was a talent, as it was a curse."

anonymous asked:

Your villain x hero stuff is destroying me tho I'm just gonna rip out my heart and hand it to you, goddamn. Feed my addiction please: a villain (with somewhat an obsession for the hero) has the hero at their mercy. Sorry for the request and thank you for your writing and just have a good day!

I am so weak, like damn. Your addiction cannot be worse than mine, no need to be sorry, I live for interesting hero x villain dynamics. Okay. Last villain x hero thing I’m going to indulge myself with for at least ten prompts. Maybe some fluff next. 

1) The villain looked down at the hero, held tilting as they watched the hero struggle.
“You’re getting predictable, you know. That saving people thing of yours. It’s going to get you killed.”
“You say that like you’re not planning to kill me.”
“Sweet thing, why would I kill you? You might just be the best weapon I’ve ever seen.”
“I’m not a weapon.”
“All you know how to do is fight me, doesn’t that make you a weapon?”

2) The hero flinched as gentle fingers dabbed at their bruises, stitched wounds, cleaned away the blood alongside a chiding click of the tongue.
“Why are you doing this?” they rasped. “What are you going to do to me?”
“I dislike debts. Consider mine to you paid.”

3) “You’re obsessed with me,” the hero said.
“Me? You’re the one who’s spent the year actively plotting to defeat me and stalking my every movement. You’re lucky I feel the same way or I think that would be considered harassment.”

4) “You think you’re so good.” The villain’s expression turned as cold as liquid nitrogen, all playfulness whether mocking or genuine vanished without a trace. “But you do not hesitate to use my feelings for you against me. Perhaps you imagine that going out of your way to toy with me doesn’t count as cruelty? Why is that?”
The hero’s breath caught in their throat.

5) “I’m going to ruin you.” The villain confessed it softly, like the most intimate of secrets. “Maybe then I’ll stop loving you. Kinder for us both that way.”

6) “I like this, you at my mercy. It’s just like old times.”

7) “You think me a monster, perhaps you’re right.” The villain studied the hero almost clinically as they gasped desperately for air. “But at least I am what I am. You would tear yourself into a hundred pieces if that would make them love you, but don’t you see?” In an instant, they’d stepped close, cradling the hero’s jaw. “You’re never going to be enough for them. They want an angel who will save them all and you are only human.”

8) “Why don’t you just get it over with?”
“You don’t rush art, and you are worth more than a sloppy death.”
The hero didn’t quite know how to respond to that - it seemed sincere.

9) “All this,” the hero managed. “For power? Is it really worth it?”
“Don’t be such cliché – those are terrible last words. Honestly, I expected better of you. If you had power you wouldn’t be on your knees before me now.”

10) “Oh, please tell me you’re going to monologue and give me time to escape?”
“It’s like you want me to kill you.”


hello…my name is samantha, i think. i am 4…maybe 16 and have self diagnosed myself with dimension. i wake up every morning forgetting who i am. yesterday my name was andy samburg, or so they tell me, but i’m pretty sure my name is sully. like the one from monsters inc or was it frozen? i cant remember. of course ariel is the main character of frozen so i dont know how i could get those mixed up. it’s just that all of studio ghibli movies look the same. anyways, this is my final call for help. because of my dimension…my brain has shriveled up…much like a raisin…or is it a grape…fruit? grapefruit???? i think i am too far gone. pls help. i fear the wurst…bratwurst…ha…im funny. or at least i think i am. i cant remember. lol anyways help! tips and advice are needed. reblog if u think having dementia is bad! whoops, i meant dimension.

Secret Santa Gift EXCHANGE!

This is my secret santa gift for @pozolegirl 

I was so excited when I got my assignment and it was for someone whose work I already knew and admired! I hope you like your gift!! 

“So you were right.”

“Was I now?”

“Yes. Ladybug agreed that buying expensive jewelry for a girl you are not dating does, in fact, send mixed signals.” Chat sighed as he dropped down through the skylight and sprawled out against the bedding.

“I told you.” Marinette grinned smugly, not even bothering to look up at him from her desk.

“I can’t believe that you two are ganging up on me!” Chat whined, burying his face into her giant cat pillow.

“I can’t believe you talk about me to Ladybug.” Marinette laughed, her attention already back to whatever project she was currently working on.

“well, she doesn’t like it if I talk too much about my civilian life and you are my only other friend as Chat Noir.”

“I know but… never mind.” She shook her head softly, muttering something under her breath.

“So what sort of present do you want me to get you for Christmas?” Chat asked peering over the loft railing. She froze, her eyebrows furrowing. He grinned in anticipation.

“You already got me a present remember? The absurdly expensive piece of jewelry?” She finally looked up at him with an eyebrow raised challengingly.

“Yeah but you hated it.” He smirked.

“I did not hate it! I just thought a 295 Euro necklace was a little much for a just friends present.”

“Yes you made your feelings on that perfectly clear last time. The point is I need to get you a present that you actually appreciate getting.”

“I do appreciate it! I am literally wearing it right now!”

“That’s just cause you feel guilty. I will get you the perfect present. Just watch.”

Marinette groaned, pulling distractedly on her pigtails.

“Chat you are being ridiculous. You don’t need to get me another present.”

“What do you want?” he asked, grinning wider.

“I want you to not get me another present.”

“Try again. What do you want?”

“I’m not telling you,” she huffed.

“Fine. I have other ways of figuring things out. Just you wait Princess, I will get you the perfect Christmas present.” He stood up, giving her a jaunty salute as he pulled himself back up through the skylight.

“Chat!” She called after him.

He waited silently on her terrace, holding back the bubble of laughter in his chest. He could hear her shuffling around in the room, waiting to see if he would poke his head back in or if he had actually gone.

“Stupid cat,” she muttered finally.

Only then did he disappear into the night.

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I know who I used to be.
I used to be confident, less vulnerable.
I was strong and held together.
I used to know what I was doing. I understood the world differently.
I loved the pieces of myself I thought I’d put together. I fit into myself like a jigsaw puzzle. My body felt mine, fit into this glove of a skin.
I used to be beautiful.
It’s like, teeth grew from my skin.
I touched my palms, my knees, my ribs, but they felt like they belonged to someone else.
It’s like, I shed my old skin but I never grew a new one.
I was armed with fragile glass lining every inch but every touch made me fall apart.
Now, I was cracked. My head is a broken bottle, my body spilling over every edge of me with the heaviest words I pushed down my throat.
I couldn’t gulp my thoughts down, my teeth felt like they’d break if I bit my tongue any more. My mouth filled with blood.
I am shards and spilled ink. I am reduced to nothing but words that have lost all meaning.
I spin lies with my teeth, trap every inch of the truth and swallow it whole. I leave no trace of who I used to be.
My head is heavy, spinning. I rest it on my knees and pull them closer to my chest.
Everything feels foreign to me. My voice is not my own.
Maybe I’ve built this skull cage, my teeth hold me back like I’m a prisoner within myself.
I don’t know who I am anymore.
And with these new stretch marks spreading across like maps to places where the sun hides from the monsters that I’ve created, I think I’m too afraid to find out.
—  Tamarind Fall; Writing prompt: I don’t know who I am anymore, and I don’t think I want to.
Silk Sheets During Dusk

I’ve been getting a lot of requests for this one. I’ve been kind of hesitant to write it though, just because well, I really don’t know what I want to do with the Marecal relationship now that we have a faint idea of what’s coming and have an even better understanding of whats happened. Anywho, if it behooves you to read, please read ahead (: 

“Quit moving,” I mumble against his shoulder as he shifts underneath me, again. I lift my head to glare at him side on, but he’s looking off the side so that his entire neck is exposed to me. So odd for a solider to do that too. Normally, the neck is protected in battle, at least, that is what he tells me. Now though, he leaves it bare, showing me that he does not think I am his enemy. Am I his enemy? I certainly don’t feel like it, lying in his bed, my skin flushed against his own, the two of us seeming to meld into one person with the heat of summer. 

The sheets are scattered in a haphazard manner around us, covering one of my legs, both of his, while another sheet is just barely pulled up to cover my lower back and a few other things below that. His arm wrapped deftly around my waist grips the edge of the sheet and keeps it in place, keeps me covered in case anyone comes in and sees the spectacle of a red girl splayed across a future king. No one will come in though, no one bothers to, even at this hour in the evening, when dusk is just starting to finish its time on the stage. 

I can hear the buzz of the cicadas, and the whisper of the gauzy curtains on the marble floors as the slightest of breezes from the open balcony doors dances in to cool fiery tempers and burning desires. For a moment, everything is like a dream, like a far off dream from another life. It is all washed away though as I look out on the kingdom of the Rift. 

His hand traces the divots of my spine, drawing my attention back to him. His eyes glance at me from underneath a glaze that can only come from the heat and the laziness we both feel after a few hours in his bed. He watches my lips for a moment, as if he’s memorizing every line that goes through them.

“I told you to quit squirming.” I say as I prop myself on an elbow so that I’m looking down at him. He smirks, and I open my mouth to tell him to stop that, but he reaches up with a warm hand and traces my lower lip with his thumb. His touch is hypnotic, and the warmth that radiates off of him lulls me into a sleepy state again. 

“You can’t tell me to stop squirming, and then proceed to press your body up against every part of mine that would make me squirm,” he teases as he drops his hand down to my waist before slowly tracing the length of my thigh with his fingers. I grin down at him, only for my lips to open in a soft gasp of surprise as he slowly wraps his hand around the back of my leg and pulls it so that it’s draped across his body. He nuzzles his nose into my neck then, and purrs against my skin, “How can you say that this is the last time?”

“Because it has to be.” I murmur as I tread a hand through his hair. I can’t keep coming back to him, for anything. I can’t keep trusting that he will be there. He wont, he cant be there for me, not anymore. It breaks my heart, not that he hasn’t broken it already. But I had felt like I needed the distraction, so I had come here. I need the outlet, a scapegoat for my anger and fury. I want nothing more than to unleash it on him, on the man who broke my heart for the final time. Something stops me though, and maybe its how gently his hand is stroking my side as he watches me with such expressive eyes. Or maybe it is the fact that I can always come to him like this, knowing he will not judge or turn me away. Maybe I am a manipulative monster, or maybe I am just in love still. I have no idea anymore though, and the more time I spend thinking about it, the worse it gets. Distraction I can understand though, distraction I can do. So, I go back to the one thing I can do. 

Slowly, I drop my lips back to his neck again, nipping at the skin a few times before I begin to suck softly. He sits perfectly still this time. The whole world seems to quiet around us then. I finish at his neck and then glance up slowly to see the very last sun rays fading, leaving an inky blackness behind. I shiver as a slightly colder breeze pushes through the doors again, and he gently lowers me to his chest before wrapping one of the sheets up around my shoulders. His warmth seeps out and brushes against my skin like a paint brush gliding across a canvas. 

In response, I rest my head on the spot where his shoulder meet his neck. I can pretend all I want that this is normal, that this is exactly where I should be. That would be a terrible lie to tell myself though, and there has been enough lying around me as it is. 

The stars slowly start to come into focus as more of the light fades. I close my eyes in response, listening to his soft breathing, and feeling each of his exhales shift the hairs on top of my head. Here it is safe, here it is warm, but only for this finite moment. Every dawn brings reality back, and reminds me exactly what I am striding towards. A red dawn, the rise of the people who I know I can put my faith in and trust. This moment is fleeting, but the dawn is eternal. We will rise, red as the dawn. 

@red-queen-em-for-a-dream  @redqueenfandom @chaoslaborantin @didmavenkillyou–metoo @queenmareena @shattered-quill @chelsthebookworm @asewhj

You’re a monster!

Summary: Reader is terrified by Negan and Negan finds the reader very attractive.

word count: 1021 words

Warnings: Swearing, fluff, mentions of Glenn’s death (sorry guys) 

TWD Neagan Imagine #1

I refused to open my eyes and look at the monster in front of me. I felt a presence in front of me. “Come on darling open your eyes and look at me.” I cringed at his voice. I can’t do it, not after what he did to Glenn. I’ll never be able to forget what had happened. The way Glenn looked will forever haunt me. “Fucking look at me.” I opened my eyes to look at the monster in front of me. He pointed Lucile at me and smirked when I flinched. “You know darling you are very fucking beautiful.” He said. I looked at him with hatred. He didn’t seem to be shocked when I looked at him like that. “Come on darling don’t look at me like that.” He said with a serious look. I rolled my eyes. “How am I supposed to look at you?!?” I asked. “With loving eyes of course. You are gonna be my new wife after I’m done here.” He said. “Fuck off! I would never and I mean NEVER FUCKING BE YOUR WIFE!!!” I yelled but made sure to scream the last part. “(Y/N)! Calm down we can’t lose you.” Rick said strangely calm. I turned my head towards him and glared. “Calm down?!?” I asked through clenched teeth. I let out a chuckle. “ How can you be clam when there is a fucking monster standing right in front of us?” I asked Rick. “Look I know your scared and upset but we need you to keep calm we can not lose you too. Glenn wouldn’t want you to get yourself killed.” Rick said. Really that’s how you’re gonna end that whole we cant lose you thing Rick?!? “Scared and upset?!?!” I asked and laughed in anger. “That’s a fucking understatement. I’m fucking terrified and devastated. You guys cant lose me, don’t make me laugh. I’m used the same way you guys used Glenn. That’s why you cant lose me because with out me you have no one else dumb enough to even attempt half the stuff me and Glenn have done for this fucking group.” I said angrily. I looked away from Rick and looked at the ground. “Wait why are you terrified?” Negan asked me. “You’ve got to be kidding me. You’re a monster! I’ve seen nothing in this world worse then you. You would think I would be terrified of the real monsters that roam the fucking streets but no here I am fucking terrified of another human being.” I said while looking up at him. He looked shocked but he made sure to cover it up with his usual smirk. “well we just lost (y/n).” I heard Carl mumble. I snapped my head in his direction and glared at him. He looked at me shocked that I had actually heard him . I was about to say something only to be interrupted by Negan laughing. Okay maybe I am a goner. “Wow! I like her. She actually speaks whats on her fucking mind and she doesn’t even give a fucking care in the world.” Negan said with a smirk. I looked at him with annoyance. “Of course I don’t fucking care. Why should I care when I nothing to lose.” I said with no emotion. Everyone in the group looked shocked at what I had said.  There really was no point to care when I don’t have a reason to now. The only reason i cared was now dead with a bashed in skull on the ground. Before this whole apocalypse thing happened I was Glenn’s adopted little sister. When the apocalypse began Glenn made me promise him that I would keep fight for as long as I can. My will to fight has gone away as soon as Glenn took his last breath. Negan just stared at me and then turned away.  I looked at the ground and waited for my fate. All of a sudden I felt hands grab my arms and pull me to my feet. “Let go of me!” I screamed. But it fell upon deaf ears because the person who grabbed me ignored my scream. I looked at the group and they were staring back me with fear. I started crying, There is no why I’m going with that monster. “Please let me go!!” I screamed out. “Will you fucking calm down.” Negan said to me. He turned me around to face him and stared at me. I tried to look away but he grabbed my chin and made me look back at him. He just kept staring at me and wouldn’t look away but why. he finally turned away. “Look darling… I can tell that your hurt about the whole me killing a member of your group thing b-” I cut him off. “He was my brother..” I whispered. Silent tears were still streaming down my cheeks. “What?” He asked me. “You killed my brother. He wasn’t just a member of the group.” I said loud enough for him to hear. “Oh fuck. Well look I know you must hate me darling.” Negan said. “That’s a understatement.” I mumbled. He stayed quiet for a second and sighed. “Look is there any fucking thing I could do to make you not hate me. I don’t want any of my wife’s to hate me.” He said calmly. I sighed and looked away from. “Well you should of thought about this before killing my brother.” I said quietly. He sighed again and grabbed my arm and put me on the passenger side of a jeep. “Simon come over here and watch her while i finish up business!” He yelled. He walked away and a creepy looking guy walked over to me. I laid my head against the head rest of the seat and let out a long sigh.

(A/N~ So I’m thinking a part 2. If you would like a part 2 please let me know.)

To Believe in a Happy Birthday

A bit late, for Simon Snow’s turning 20.
Genre: fluff  @4wksoffluff :)
Word Count
: 2913
: On Simon’s 18th birthday, he decides to go to a party, like normal people do. But then, unexpectedly, Baz shows up and suddenly this is the night that everything changes.

I can’t believe Baz is here. The music is droning out everything else, people are dancing and laughing. There is so much noise going on, so much movement. It feels like the whole room is breathing, like one roaring creature, in the last few moments of euphoria before jumping off a cliff. It’s lunacy. It’s living. And Baz despises it all, I’m sure of it. What is he doing here? How can someone who’s dead enjoy something that’s made of life? (I wonder whether he envies us. I wonder whether he looks down at us like we’re nothing more than something to eat. Maybe both. Or maybe he’s not a monster. Maybe he’s just a boy, who felt lonely, and wanted to go to a party. Maybe he’s more human than I thought him to be.)

But Baz is here and I can’t stop looking at him. I’m having trouble being subtle about it. There’s just no way for me to keep my eyes off him, the way he looks at the crowd with this utterly bored look, like he’s above us all. But I can see his lips quivering, like he’s lost. Anyone else wouldn’t notice, but I do. I know him. He’s not as cool as he acts. At least I think so.

My grip tightens around the plastic cup in my hand. It’s cheap bear that tastes of nothing. I didn’t care much before, but now that he’s here I can’t help but feel ridiculous drinking it. He surely thinks it’s disgusting and he’d never drink a drop of it. (Just imagine him, sitting in his mansion, one leg over the other and sipping on his wine. His red, thirty year old wine. Or maybe it’s just blood.)

The location is greasy, with dim lighting and a low ceiling. The room is buzzing from heat. This place is way below his standards. I can’t imagine a reason for him to come here. This is nothing like his idea of fun. (I think he’d have more fun making little children cry by taking away their ice cream.)
I look into my drink and try to find the answers in there. Could it be that he’s plotting something? Is he spying one me? Does he know I’m here? Has he seen me?

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Just me?

Am I really the only Apr. shipper who actually does think there wasn’t any relationship development for Apritello or Leorai (that is to say, they are still not canon) between those 5 episodes we have missed because of the change of order?

Originally posted by yourreactiongifs

Do not get me wrong, I liked all Apritello moments during When Worlds Collide, but from my point of view writers wanted to put a lot of fanservice (which I enjoyed it xD) in that special and that’s all. 

Maybe I am wrong too, it’s just I don’t know how they could put some romance in the Monster Arc where a lot of more important things happen and they have to deal with them. I think it’s more appropiate to put the romance in the final tales. 

anonymous asked:

While i am staying here i learn most of the sans have different powers the most common is called a shortcut most called it but its teleportation movinh from one place to another while not walking like this *the anon who is staying here who came through the portal teleported to the dinner room* opps i am neither monster nor human so i can learn magic but my portals can't be learned by anyone only i can do them because i am the only one who can to be honest-portal anon


“i … i dunno. i never really tried.”


“uh … how?”


“where do you want me to go?”


“uh … k.”

[Sans concentrates for a minute. Nothing seems to be happening.]

“dont think it works, bro.”


“that’s ok, bro. youre already the coolest guy i know.”

[Papyrus perks up.] “HEEHEE!”

[Toriel pokes her head in from the kitchen.]

“Boys! I just finished making the cookie dough. Do you want to lick the bowl?”

[Sans’s head snaps up, and before he can think, he pops across the room to the kitchen, already scampering behind Toriel to get to the cookie dough.

Toriel and Papyrus gawk. Sans just wants his dessert.]

Tate - Darkness.

Originally posted by spirit-a-nimal

Everyone thinks that I am a monster. Some even think that I am the human embodiment of Satan himself. Instead of the human that I am, they think that I am some blood thirsty demon. They’re not wrong, but everyone has their breaking points, right?

Of course, everything that comes in life, it comes with a reason and ends with a lesson. Maybe she was my reason, but I don’t remember my lesson.

The bible states that the Devil was a fallen angel, and that he used to be God’s favorite, so what happened that turned him into such a fearful beast in which he was no longer allowed in heaven? What happened to me, that turned me into the monster that I am best known for?

All these questions, all that come with little to no answers, and despite my endless, and desperate search for something—anything—I found nothing. I wasn’t surprised though, because I was told that monsters like me never get second chances at happiness again.

So what was my exact breaking point you may be wondering? It was when I met my reason. My happiness, my only light through all the darkness, and my love. It took me losing her, because I couldn’t be there due to my own selfish needs that caused me to fall.

We didn’t have much in our lives, to where we would always talk to each other about the stories hidden under the scars on our pale wrists, and despite the depressing, sob stories that came with the scars, we still managed to laugh as if it were no big deal. Living in Earth was hell, but when she came into my life, she showed me something besides darkness and sorrow. She brought me something everyone told me I’d never feel. She brought me love.

The year was 1993, just one year before I chose to do the unthinkable, and to do the most despicable act I could’ve ever done in which I knew was wrong. It was the year before my happiness was taken away from me, in which I had met her.

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Angel season one sentence meme ;

  • “Well I like the place. Not much with the view, but it has a certain Batcave air to it.”
  • “There’s not actually a cure for that.”
  • “Hey! You’re a vampire!”
  • “Ooh-ooh! [ name ] wears bras! She has girl parts!”
  • “Ah. Say no more. Evil’s still afoot. And I’m almost out of that nancy-boy hair gel that I like so much.”
  • “I’m still going to go celebrate with a drink down in the pub.”
  • “Am I intimidating? I mean, do I put people off?”
  • “Well, as vampires go, you’re pretty cuddly. Maybe you might want to think about mixing up the black-on-black a little, though.”
  • “I think my esophagus is melting.”
  • “What is stalking today like the third most popular sport among men?”
  • “You got me. I’m a pope.”
  • “Okay, am I wrong in thinking that a "please” and “thank you” is generally considered good form when requesting a dismemberment?“
  • "Boy, I’m scared. And excited. And consumed with dread. And glad you’re here.”
  • “All I could think about was, if this wimp saw a monster, he’d probably throw a shoe at it and run like a weasel. Turns out, the shoe part was giving him too much credit.”
  • “I think it, I say it. It’s my way.”
  • “One of us has been drinking, and I’m sorry to say it’s not me.”
  • “I would have chosen the pleasures of the flesh over duty and honor any day of the week. I just don’t have that strength.”
  • “The good fight, yeah? You never know until you’ve been tested. I get that now.”
  • “No rest for the wicked fighters. Through storm and rain. Heat. Famine. Deep, painful, gnawing hunger… I go.”
  • “I also packed along a Word Puzzle 3-D, if you have the nerve to take me on.”
  • “I really don’t like it when people shoot me.”
  • “Actually, in hell you tend to know a lot of the people.”
  • “Here’s the plan: We go in, I start hitting people hard in the face, see where it takes us.”
  • “Still, I mean, the quiet, reserved thing, don’t you think it makes me kind of   I don’t know, cool?”
  • “Who knows what kind of corrosive effect your cooking may have on it?”
  • “No one could have said "demon poo” before I touched it?“
  • "Everyone gets corrupted. But I find some forms of corruption are more pleasant.”
  • “For your information, I lead a rich and varied social life.”
  • “Well, there’s a support group for everything in this town, I guess.”
  • “I’m way too big of a person to let something so petty get in the way of our friendship.”
  • “You can always tell when he’s happy. His scowl? A little less scowly.”
  • “We’ve only done one of the five basic torture groups. We’ve done blunt, but that still leaves sharp, hot, cold, and loud.”
  • “Not to go all schoolyard on you, but you hit me first.”
  • “I’m sorry. I can’t be in your club. I’ve never murdered anybody.”
  • “You should’ve tried to call us on your cell phone. You probably forgot you had it.”
  • “I want to know what it says about me, if there’s torrid romance in my future, massive wealth, if I have to I’ll settle for enviable fame.”
  • “I’m sick and tired of you blaming me for everything you can’t handle. You wanna be enemies? Try me!”
Marvel Inspired Starters

Send my muse one to see how they react

  • “Are we done here?”
  • “Are you afraid of lighting?”
  • “At last some common sense.”
  • “Come home.”
  • “Did you stop for drive-through?”
  • “Do you remember nothing?”
  • “Don’t be jealous.”
  • “Don’t do that to yourself.”
  • “Don’t take my stuff.”
  • “Don’t touch me again.”
  • “Forgive me.”
  • “He/She is my friend.“
  • “He made it personal.”
  • “I don’t want to lose the only thing I can’t live without.”
  • “I have an army.”
  • “I knew you would come back to me.”
  • “I missed you too.”
  • “I thought we were having a moment.”
  • “If you want peace, let’s keep it.”
  • “I’m listening.”
  • “I’m not overly fond of what follows.”
  • “I’m not the one who has to watch their back.”
  • “I will not fight you.”
  • “I want to take this moment to explain my evil plan.”
  • “I have a plan.”
  • “I’ve seen worlds you never knew about.”
  • “Freedom is a lie.”
  • “Just you and me.”
  • “Kneel.”
  • “Maybe I am a monster. I don’t think I’d know if I was.”
  • “Next?”
  • “No one is going to put you in a cage.”
  • “Smart move.”
  • “Stop lying to me.”
  • “Tell me!”
  • “That’s not the point.”
  • “There is only one God, and I am pretty sure He doesn’t dress like that.”
  • “The only thing I do not take seriously is you.”
  • “The war is inevitable.”
  • “They are coming for you.”
  • “This all seems horrible.”
  • “This is madness!”
  • “This plan is going to get us killed.”
  • “We can fight this.”
  • “What help were you?”
  • “Why didn’t you tell me?”
  • “Why do I even talk to you guys?”
  • “You are but words.”
  • “You are so petty.”
  • “You could have told me from the beginning.”
  • “You put me there!”
Demon Finn Balor Fic

Chapter 2

Callie's Pov

A month. I’ve been trapped in this room for a freaking month. I haven’t been aloud to leave due to the fact Finn doesn’t trust me.

I don’t blame him for not trusting me because the moment he lets me out of these chains is the moment I escape.

“Here’s your food.” I hear an Irish accent say. “Thanks.” I mumble staring at the wall. I hear him touching my shackles so I look at him to see what he’s doing. He takes them off my feet and starts walking out the door.

“I forgot to give you your water.” He says setting the cup down on my table. He looks at me and says, “Look, I know you’re mad at me for kidnapping you but you have to understand why I did it.” He says.

“Well why did you do it?” I snap. “I can’t tell you.” He says. “Can you leave then because you being in here is giving me a headache.” He starts walking out and I pick up the glass of water and throw it at his head.

I get up and tackle him to the ground then run out the door and down the steps. I start running down his drive way until I reach the split in the road and I slow down to catch a breath.
I hear something coming so I start running again. As soon as I turn a corner, someone tackles me.

Finn picks me up and carries me back to his house and as soon as we’re back in the room, he throws me on the bed and asks, “What the hell was that?” I sit there in silence and he says again, “What the hell was that?”

I look away from him so he grabs my face and says, “If I were you, I would tell me why you ran or else I’m going to punish you.” “Why can’t you just go ahead and kill me? It would make me a whole lot happier.” I say.

“Because you’ve done nothing to be killed yet, but you will be getting punished whether you like it or not.” He says throwing my head back and shoving me into the room. I tried to shove him away and so I can make a run for it a second time.

“Why do you try to fight me. I don’t want to hurt you but I will!” He puts the shackles on and starts to walk out but turns around and says, “Oh and one more thing, you’re not getting any food until we learn to see eye to eye on things.”

I start to cry and scream “You son of a bitch! You can’t do this to me please unshackle me please just let me  go please! YOU CAN’T DO THIS YOU PATHETIC UGLY MONSTER I WILL KILL YOU!!!!!! ” And I spit at him as he storms out and slams the door. I toss my head back and scream as loud as I can. Tears start running down my face and I cry myself to sleep.

Finn’s Pov

After I slam the door I went and sat next to my fire place drinking liquor. Her words ugly monster repeated in my head over and over haunting me.  Why should I feel this pain of her words? I know I am starting to grow on her. Her beautiful long hair,  her curves and her just being her.

What the fuck am I thinking? I wanted to be alone, I never wanted to feel this way for anyone. Maybe I should’ve killed her when I had the chance. I put my glass on the table and walk over to my cabinet to grab a knife. I look at the knife and hear her words in my head so I walk out and head towards her room.

It’s a lot quieter than it was when I left so I crack the door open and creep in.  I grip the knife tighter and raise it up to stab her, but then I see the way she’s sleeping. She looks relaxed and calm, but there’s tear stains on her face and pillow. I lower the knife and put it in my pocket because I don’t have the heart to kill her.

I stand there looking at her, watching her as she sleeps peacefully. I shake my head and walk out before I do something I would regret later on.

*Later on in the night*

After I put my knife away, I walk outside and talk a walk through the woods to relax a little bit. While I’m walking, my phone starts ringing. I huff but answer the phone anyway.

“Hello?” I say. “We’ve got a situation. Meet us in the alleyway before sunrise.” The person says and hangs up. I look at my watch and see that it’s 11:20, so I head back to my house to get a couple of things. When I show up at my house, I grab my car keys and wallet and start to walk out the door.

I stop at the doorway and look up the stairs. I turn around head towards the kitchen to grab some aspirin and water. I put the aspirin and water on Callie’s nightstand and head out the door.

Callie’s Pov
I wake up the next morning to someone banging stuff around the house. I look over at my nightstand and find aspirin and water sitting there. ‘I’ll have to thank Maria when I see her.“ I think to myself. Once I take the aspirin, I adjust the shackles on my feet so they don’t hurt as bad.

The door unlocks and Maria walks in with food. "Oh thank goodness you’re awake, I brought you some breakfast.” She says setting the food down on a folding table. “Oh, thank you but I’m not hungry.” I say. “Well I’m not going to take no for an answer so you might as well eat anyways.” She says.

“But Finn told me I wasn’t allowed to eat anything.” I tell her. “Oh I know, he left a note but this is out of the kindness of my heart. I’m not going to let you starve as long as you’re living here.” She says. “I don’t want you getting in trouble or have Finn do something to you.” I say.

“Sweetheart, Finn won’t hurt me, he would never lay a finger on me.” She tells me handing me a glass of juice.
I grab the glass and ask, “Why won’t hurt you? He’s a monster who..” She cuts me off by saying, “No sweetie, he’s a human being that’s lost his way. He’s seen and been through so much since he was young.” “You’ve known Finn since he was little?” I asked shocked.
“Yes, he used to be a sweet and kind young lad, and he still is. He started to hide it when he started to get older.” She tells me with a sad look on her face. “We must be talking about a different person because he’s none of those things.” I tell her pointing and my shackles and the wounds on my body.
Maria nods and says, “He does these things to show that he’s not weak, but at the end of the day, he’s still a kind- hearted human being who just needs somebody to help him find his way again. When the right person comes around, he’ll change. I know he will, whether people believe me or not.”
She stands up and starts walking out the door. “Oh Maria, thanks for the aspirin this morning.” I say. “Sweetheart I didn’t leave you any aspirin, Finn put it there before he left last night. Now hurry up and eat so I can wash those dishes before he gets home.” She says smiling and walking out the door.
Finn’s Pov
It’s a couple of hours before sunrise when I finally reach the alleyway. I park my car across the street and see one of the guards nod his head where to go. I walk towards where he nodded to and said to myself, 'This better be good.’ “About time you showed up.” Kevin says to me.  I look over at the guy getting beat up and say, “So what did this guy do?”
“He took the money he was supposed to give to Darrell, but he won’t admit it so we’re beating the shit out of him.” Kevin explains. “Let me have a go at him, I can get him to confess.” I say walking towards the guy. Kevin calls off all the guys and they circle around me and the guy.
I punch the guy in the face and ask, “Why did you take our fucking money?” “I didn’t take it I swear.” The guy says spitting blood out. “Then how the hell are you wearing all of that expensive clothing? Because from what I heard, you were just a homeless guy on the street.” I say kicking him.
“I am, but I promise I didn’t take your money.” He says. “I would hate to do this the hard way.” I say pulling my knife out and stabbing him in the arm. He screams out in pain and I start laughing.

“If I were you, I would confess because I want to get out of here and go home.” I tell him. I put the tip of my knife on his stomach and he says, “For the last time you stupid monster, I don’t have your damn money.”

My eyes get dark and I look him dead in the eyes and say, “Don’t you ever call me a monster again you son of a bitch.” I stand up and look over at Kevin and say, “Make his death slow and very painful. Tell the boss I’ll see him soon but right now I have to take care of some unfinished business back at my house.”
He nods and gives the signal to the guys.

I get inside my car and think back to when Callie called me a monster. I don’t understand why I was so upset when she called me that. I’ve been called that since I was a teenager and I’ve never cared, but for some reason I want Callie to think different about me. I want her to see that I’m not a monster, hell if I could I would change for her.

The only way for me to get this paint off me and to get rid of my evil side is to find true love, but who am I kidding, no one could ever love me. Not even someone like Callie.

Raleigh Ritchie – Mind The Gap. 

  • ❝ Why won’t you look at me? ❞
  • ❝ Fuck you, I look at you all the time, there’s just nothing to look at. ❞
  • ❝ I am so furious in this moment. ❞
  • ❝ I am sad because you are cruel. ❞
  • ❝ I’m bored with you. ❞
  • ❝ You are the worst. ❞
  • ❝ I know you are, but what am I? ❞
  • ❝ If it isn’t enough, what can I possibly say to make it up? ❞
  • ❝ If we run out of lust and trust we’re truly fucked. ❞
  • ❝ We’re broken. ❞
  • ❝ We’re trying, it’s just not there. ❞
  • ❝ We’re dying, we just don’t care. ❞
  • ❝ How did we get so lost? ❞
  • ❝ I am furious and sad. ❞
  • ❝ You do not know how to feel, you are a monster.❞ 
  • ❝ You are sick. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I’m just sick. ❞
  • ❝ I don’t wanna fit in. ❞
  • ❝ Nobody’s a perfect 10. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe with a few drinks I’ll think differently. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I can change my ways. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I don’t want to. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I’ll punch you. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe just give me my own space. ❞
  • ❝ People make me sick. ❞
  • ❝ Perhaps I shouldn’t be so honest. ❞
  • ❝ They’ll never take me sober. ❞
  • ❝ I’m caught in between a rock and a hard place. ❞
  • ❝ Everyone expects you to be more than you deserve. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I was born a saint and lost in natural selection. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sick of being a sicko. ❞
  • ❝ Last thing I knew I was laying on the pavement, bleeding from the head if I’m not mistaken. ❞
  • ❝ The only thing to do is wallow in my blues. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not sober. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not broken. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not eager. ❞
  • ❝ It’s not over. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not decent. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not evil, I’m just me. ❞
  • ❝ I’m sick of being a liability. ❞
  • ❝ One of these days I’m gonna wake up in a place where somebody knows my name.❞
  • ❝ I wanna be okay. ❞
  • ❝ Let’s get married, and travel to Vegas. ❞
  • ❝ My deplorable behavior is getting outrageous. ❞
  • ❝ Fuck, I need some sleep. ❞
  • ❝ I need to find a purpose in life. ❞
  • ❝ Maybe I’m just a little bit itty bit still drunk. ❞
  • ❝ Hold me for a minute. ❞
  • ❝ I’m not that far away from being considered clinically insane. ❞
  • ❝ I need your attention. Affection is my way out of the danger zone. ❞
  • ❝ I’ve seen limbo before. ❞
  • ❝ My mind is at it again. ❞
  • ❝ I’m manic, I’m manic. ❞
  • ❝ Let it go, don’t panic. ❞
  • ❝ Star signs are my excuse to hide this type of self abuse. ❞
  • ❝ I’m on borrowed time. ❞
  • ❝ The Devil’s in my head, stirring up a mess. Taking advantage of my unsteadiness and readiness for death. ❞
  • ❝ I’m hearing cuckoo clocks and seeing angels in the sky. ❞
  • ❝ Life’s wasted on the living, and time’s wasted on the villains. ❞
  • ❝ Why would I waste all this doubt in my mind? ❞
  • ❝ I can’t make on decision because my mind hates supervision. ❞
  • ❝ There’s something about you that takes my blues away. ❞
  • ❝ Life’s nothing without you. ❞
  • ❝ I believe in miracles, I believe in magic. ❞
  • ❝ When you’re around me I see rainbows and stars. ❞
  • ❝ You keep my head busy and I’m in deep. I’m dizzy. ❞
  • ❝ Each day’s like heaven when you’re in my arms. ❞
  • ❝ I feel eleven, I feel safe from harm. ❞
Good Grief

Request :  Are you still doing the song thing?? Bucky Barnes and bastille good grief

Paring:Bucky x Reader

Words :1544

Warnings : Kind of smut,  Angst as fuck miscarriage but with a happy end.

Originally posted by oreo-wonderbatch

Bucky always told you the happiest 3 moments of his life. The first one was the night you get together; he remembers everything about that night. The way you moan his name like a prayer, how beautiful you were on your knees looking at him, the face you made when you climax, the scratches on his back and the hickeys on your neck and thighs. That night was one the first nights he felt like he belong someone.

The second was your wedding day, he swears that he never saw anyone more beautiful than you in your wedding dress, he loved everything about that day. The way you’re smiling so bright, the first song you two dance, how happy your mom was to seen you get marry, how she said to him that she loved him like a son. And the wedding night was even perfect, he had many times made love to you and pure rough sex but nothing compare to the night.

And the third time was four months ago after 3 years of marriage when you told that you are pregnant. He was on the moon he wanted so much a little girl and he was pretty sure that was the sex of the baby. He was so proud painting the nurse on the color yellow and buying every stuffed animal that he would find, he was over the moon didn’t matter if you were stressed on that day or with morning sickness he was always there to help you and promise that he would be the best father ever, he spent nights talking to your belly and never letting you caring more than one glass of water.

But the worst day of his life was yesterday, you wake up in the middle of the night feeling that you are bleeding and a lot of pain in your back and womb as much as you hate to admit you knew what was happening but when you received the news that your baby was gone you fall apart. Bucky was devastated but he had to be strong for both of you. But he never felt a pain like this. You on the other side didn’t try to be strong you didn’t know how you cried all the time, you never eat you didn’t even leave the bed your grief was impossible to describe. Bucky didn’t know what to do our how to act, he didn’t have the courage to ask you to help or the strength to help you. But after two weeks he was better, no he wasn’t over it but he was ready to help you and move on.

“Baby come on, let’s go eat something” you look at him and you can see that he is trying but you don’t care he should hate you for lost the baby or you should hate him for getting you pregnant you didn’t even know what to think anymore. “I am not hungry James" he gets closer to you “ Baby you almost didn’t leave this room in two weeks i am worried about you “You are angry ” How can you be worried about me I am the reason that we lost your baby was inside of me ,you should hate me, put me in my place James be mean to me tell me i am wrong because i am can take this anymore i can breathe without missing her i can’t imagine leaving this room because every place of this house that i look i remember of her"

He hugs me “Baby it’s not your fault, these things happen of course we are devastated but you have to be strong please try for me i cannot lose you to , what’s going to be of my life if you aren’t in it ?“ You agree to go with him to small restaurant to eat something the lunch was quite lovely until a little baby  came to the door with his family and you start to cry ” Look, baby, i can’t imagine the pain you are feeling i miss her every minute and i wasn’t even the one caring her i not going to judge you with the away that you are dealing with but please don’t let consume you"

You don’t remember how you get in your bed that night but you were pretty sure that was your husband that put you there. You look at him was sleeping peacefully any  you felt angry at him how he was being so calm about this you were getting crazy, you wanted to get drunk and cry until the pain was finally gone you didn’t want to feel this away anymore you had lost control of your senses.

You wake up alone in bed but as soon as start to get up your husband was bringing you breakfast in bed" I want to talk to you “ you are expecting the worst maybe he wants the divorce nobody deserves to be marry to you right now you expected him to continue ” I think we should take a vacation go to the beach or Barcelona you always wanted to go there. I talk to Steve he agrees to disassemble the nursery for us and if this place still remembers you too much of her we can move out to a new house or another city”

“ You really think that the solution of your problems is getting rid of her, destroying the nursery , burn the pictures of my belly, throw away everything we bought to her and be happy?. Don’t be selfish James if you move on that’s great for you but i am not you. I actually have feelings i am not a blood cold murder , sometimes i think i am paying for my sins because of this but then i think what could i possible do that was so wrong to be punished this away but i remember maybe i am not paying for my sins after wall”

You knew that you was mean and cruel to him you knew that wasn’t his fault and he was only trying to help you but you had lost control your words, was like watching a monster take control of your body for a few minutes and them return to your consciousness and now the love of your life was crying in front of you because you knew that somehow in his mind he blamed himself for your miscarriage he could think was karma or maybe the serum “ Maybe you are right” and he left

You look at the clock was almost midnight you are really worried with him and the guilty is consuming you. You heard the door opening and there he is, his eyes are puffy read and he is very hurt like he had got in a fight with all the avengers at the same time “Bucky, what happened to you ? I am so sorry for early i really didn’t meaning all that please forgive me" he looks at you like you are crazy for asking sorry to him “  You were right did i really believed that one day i could be happy ? That i would have a family and everything was going to be fine? You were only saying the true i shouldn’t be in your life; you should be with someone who is truly good not a monster like me”

You run to him and grab his face in your hand “ Look at me James you are good, you are kind i was getting crazy i used you to discount my anger, please forgive me i really sorry to everything i said to you. You are amazing husband, god i feel so guilty, let me help you okay?’ you clean all his bruises and cuts and if you could turn back time you would and say to him sure lets go to Barcelona now but you can’t the only thing you can do is pray for him to forgive you. “are you going to tell me what happened to you ?” he just shrugs “ I was drinking at a bar and let the guys beat the crap out me, help me with guilty ” you kiss his forehead and he put his arms around you protective “ You don’t have to feel guilty Bucky please never do this again” he kiss my lips “ Nether do you doll, when i said that vows were for worse or better I get what you feeling, we just need to move on somehow” maybe you should take a time off.

One year had passed since that night you and Bucky traveled to a lot of places, Barcelona, Italy, Brazil and a lot more you sell the house was a place with bad memories for both of you and bought a small apartment in the limits of the town. In this time you both did a lot of therapy to help with grief and tried new things the topic of trying again was talked a few times but you were never ready until “ Bucky i think i a ready ” he grab’s your hand and say “Let’s go them doll”

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The Mysterious Girl ( Peter Maximoff x Reader )

Originally posted by theinsatiablevoid

Part 1, Part 2, Part 3, Part 4, Part 5, Part 6

Summary: You are living in school for mutants, and the only people who know that are Eric and Charles. Every day that you spend there is torture, but something is starting to change when you met Peter.

Peter’s POV

 It’s been a few minutes, but it seemed like hours. She was still in pain and I couldn’t help her. I was standing in the corner of the room, feeling helpless, just like the ones who were near her. I saw it, when the first drop of blood fell from her nose. He couldn’t help her. Xavier was on the edge, if he wasn’t already sitting in his wheelchair he would probably collapse. He was trying so hard, but he couldn’t connect with her. She probably blocked him from her mind, but I’m not sure how. There were loud steps coming closer to the room. Somebody was running like their life depends on it. Jean came in the room, walking past me. She wasn’t looking good, maybe (Y/N) was the reason why Jean didn’t feel well, earlier.

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anonymous asked:

What are your all time favorite fics? (If you don't mind answering this type of question)

Liz’s Top 20 Absolute Favorite Fanfictions

(opusamore) (j2wincest-recs)

I don’t mind at all! ♥ Here’s a list of  my personal absolute favorites, out of the total more or less 900 fics I’ve read till now. I may get more favorites in the future, but these are my favorites at this moment, and were from the moment I read them.

You didn’t specify what pairings you wanted to see, so I went with all of them, which are basically wincest, weecest and j2. 20 fics in total on this list so it’s a long one but I couldn’t really make it smaller either. I’ll probably make a “fics that aren’t favorites but are still amazing fics” or “favorites part 2″ or something like that later but for now the top 20 list is below the cut.

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