carve our names

SHIPPY-ISH/FLUFF-ISH STARTERS
❛ I love you so much…❜
❛  Can I kiss you ? ❜
❛  You are so beautiful — So fucking beautiful. ❜
❛  Close your eyes, you can trust me. ❜
❛  I got you a present-❜
❛   Kiss me. ❜
❛  Love me– ❜
❛  Mmm, taste like cherries.  ❜
❛  Pull me in, Pull me in - ❜
❛   Make love to me…❜
❛   I love your eyes… ❜
❛   You got whip cream there .❜
❛   Waffles or pancakes ? ❜
❛   Knock It off that tickles ! ❜
❛   You’re so warm… ❜
❛   I can hear your heart beat — it’s soft.❜
❛   it’s raining outside and all I can think about is you.  ❜
❛   Hold my hand - ❜
❛   We have something special, You and I.❜
❛   You mean everything to me.  ❜
❛   When can I see you again ?❜
❛   Say my name, just one last time… ❜
❛   You’re a mystery worth solving. ❜
❛   I trust you — that means a lot more than love.❜
❛   I fall in love with you every time I open my eyes. ❜
❛   You are infinite like the universe.  ❜
❛   Kiss me like you wanna be loved. ❜
❛   You’re the apple of my eye.❜
❛   You make me happy. ❜
❛   You make me feel safe…❜
❛   Hold me just a little longer… ❜
❛   Please don’t let go.❜
❛   All my fears go away when I’m with you -  ❜
❛   Thank you for teaching me what love is. ❜
❛   Aye, share the blankets ! ❜
❛   love is an action word, prove it to me. ❜

❛   ready or not here I come ! ❜

❛   Ah! I scared you didn’t I ?❜
❛   I know you love me -  ❜
❛   These flowers match your eyes. ❜
❛   I’m gonna catch you !❜
❛   We should carve our name in this tree. ❜
❛   Every moment with you is special  ❜
❛   Hold on tight ! ❜
❛   Give me a kiss for good luck - ❜
❛   think about me. ❜

GORE SENTENCE STARTERS.

* heavily triggered sentences, read & reblog with caution !!

’ The blood felt warm and sticky between my fingers. ’
’ I’m busy digging the dry blood and fleshy skin from under my nails right now. ’
’ Cut me open and finger my incision. ’
’ Let’s cut his face off and wear it around the town. ’
’ I never knew it would take this long to skin a human body. ’
’ Hand me that drill over there, will you? ’
’ Look at you, bleeding all over my new carpet! ’
’ Oh, I’ll make you scream for me alright. ’
’ There are maggots all over his face! Get them off! ’
’ Can we fill the pool up with their blood then take a swim in it? ’
’ You smell that? That’s the smell of decompsed bodies! ’
’ Hang ‘em upside down, slice ‘em and watch the blood pour on me. ’
’ You gotta drill ‘em right in the center of their forehead. ’
’ Lick the blood from my fingers, unless you’re too chicken. ’
’ Put the gloves on and help me remove these organs now! ’
’ I dissect human’s in my basement for fun. ’
’ I’m performing a surgery right now, care to join or better yet, watch? ’
’ You ever eat a brain? No? Well, you’re eating one now. ’
’ I have prepared brain for dinner tonight, hope you like… ’
’ I prefer the human organs to eat over other species. ’
’ Look, I cut if off their body for a souviner. ’
’ I carve out their eyeballs and keep them for souviners. ’
’ I spent all night making this mess, why would I want to clean it up? ’
’ Fill those jars up with water, we’re going to put the organs in them. ’
’ Alright, what organ are we taking from this one? ’
’ You look so good with all that blood splatter on your face. ’
’ This tub is used for fresh blood to bathe in. Cleanses the pores. ’
’ I love to kiss those dead, cold lips! ’
’ I’d rather kiss the dead guy than kiss you! ’
’ Blood has such a sweet taste to it! Mmmm! Yummy! ’
’ I’m sorry, what was that? You can’t speak clearly without your tongue? ’
’ Ever play soccer with an eyeball before? It’s a lot easier for it to go flat… ’
’ I will cut your heart out and eat it, just like you did to me! ’
’ That rat bastard got me back, slipped on his brains and fell! ’
’ I’m sorry, I can’t stop laughing at the girl talking with no tongue! It’s too funny! ’
’ Be careful in there! There’s brains and blood everywhere! ’
’ Go on and cut me, go on! Do it! Do it already! ’
’ I’m going to mail your feet to the floor so you don’t run away again! ’
’ Stop screaming, i’m trying to carve our names into your skin! ’
’ I just wanted to carve a heart in his skin but he wouldn’t stop screaming! ’
’ Go on and scream all you want! No one can hear you down here! ’
’ There are fifty fucking paint buckets full of blood in here! ’
’ I love the thick flesh under my nails when I claw them to death! ’
’ Picking chuncks of flesh and meat from your teeth again? ’
’ Guns aren’t any fun! They’re too quick! ’
’ Killing with a gun is like getting off in two seconds! It’s boring! ’
’ I got a knife with your name on it, if you’re up for it. ’
’ After I kill you, I’m going to eat every organ in your body! ’
’ I just want to get to the spleen of the stomach before noon today. ’
’ I will slice you right down the middle, right here in front of everybody! ’
’ I enjoy the sounds you make when I’m strangling you. ’
’ I strangle people because that sound is sensational to hear. ’
’ Leave the mess, never clean up parts of your finest work. ’
’ I dug my nails so far into their skin I drew blood, then I licked it up. ’
’ I shoved my thumbs into his eye sockets! ’
’ Look, how do I look? Like the new face? ’
’ All this blood came from just one body! ’
’ Let’s go! We’ve got to move all these bodies tonight! ’
’ I told you to stop sleeping with the dead bodies! ’
’ Why is there a brain in your fridge? Is it.. from a human? ’
’ Can you believe my knife went dull on me while I was stabbing away back there? ’
’ Where is all the knives? Did you use them all? Again? ’
’ What is that? Oh my, oh my god, what is that? Please tell me it’s not.. ’
’ I’ve got a human heart in a shoe box, would like to see? ’
’ I could see his heart when they shot him with the shot gun. ’
’ How are you still alive? I can see your ribcage! ’
’ When we get married, we’re tying dead bodies to our bumper instead of cans! ’
’ I always wanted to go on a killing spree with some backseat hostages! ’
’ Can I finger the punctured hole! Just one time please! ’
’ How are they still alive? I can see they’re ribcage! ’
’ Wow, I can see your bone! I’m going to touch it, just once! ’
’ No offense but I really wanted to listen to music while sawing these limbs off. ’
’ I’m going to beat you with this sawed off limb, here I come! I’m coming, you better run! ’
Say It Again - Jughead Jones

If requests are open, could you make a jughead x fem Reader where he never asked what her real name was (everyone just calls her by a nick name and has been doing so for years.) and when he finally figures it out and calls her by that name, the reader falls in love with the way it sounds when he says it. Sorry if it’s confusing, I just thought it’d be cute :)

Originally posted by diltons

Y/N/N = Your Nick Name

Y/N = Your (real/full) Name

L/N = Your Last Name

I loved this idea so much! I hope you like the way I wrote it!


The first time it was brought up was at the diner. You sat next to Jughead, and the two of you were sitting across from Betty and Veronica. You all were sharing stories from your childhoods, including Jughead, when it finally got to you. 

“Y/N/N, did you ever have a nickname?” You smiled at Veronica, who had admitted a few of her own embarrassing nicknames.

 “Y/N/N,” you replied, sipping at your milkshake. 

“What,” Jughead asked and you laughed while turning to face him.

 “Y/N/N is my nickname,” you said, but he still looked confused, “I’ve gone by Y/N/N my whole life. Even my parents use it rather than my actual name.”

“No, I get that,” he said, meeting your eyes, “but what’s your real name?” Veronica raised an eyebrow and Betty let out a laugh. “You’ve been best friends with Y/N/N for how long, and yet you still don’t know her full name?” Jughead squinted his eyes at Veronica and you let out a small giggle. “Now I have to know,” he said, turning to face you, but you just stared at him. “You’re a smart, independent, young man,” you said, causing Jughead to smile at you, “you can figure it out.” Betty rolled her eyes, “stop flirting you two, we’re trying to be nostalgic.” You felt a blush creep up onto your cheeks and with a glance at Jughead, you saw he was blushing too.


The second time it was brought up was at your locker door. School had ended and you were grabbing your jacket and text book out of your locker. Out of the corner of your eye you could see Jughead walking towards you, looking annoyed.

 “What’s up Juggie,” you asked as he leaned against the lockers next to yours. 

“So I went to the library during my free period,” he said and you started to close your locker door.

 “Sounds adventurous,” you said, looking up and smiling at him. 

“Ha! Very funny,” he said, “I went there looking to check out some yearbooks. When I asked for them she said, and I quote, ‘they’ve all been checked out.’” 

You gave him a smug smile, “Hmm, how strange.” He nodded, “isn’t it?”

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dragon age starters

feel most free to change pronouns ,  etc .

❝ it doesn’t matter that they won’t remember me. what matters is i helped. ❞
❝ bad things should happen to bad people. ❞
❝ i’m here to set things right. also ? to look dashing. that part’s less difficult. ❞
❝ planning has never been my strong suit . now, killing…killing & love-making. those i am better at. ❞
❝ oh ! we could get matching outfits ! ❞
❝ i’m not saying i should be your first pick for a dance partner at the ball , but in the deep roads , i’m your man / woman. ❞
❝ draw your weapon & say that again ! ❞
❝ we’re here to kill them all, yes ? for sport ? ❞
❝ you tend to get up to interesting things. you meet interesting people & then you kill them. ❞
❝ i never worry, darling. a leash can be pulled from either end. ❞
❝ it’s like you need permission to be alive. ❞
❝ has anyone told you what marvelous eyes you possess, my dear ? ❞
❝ have you ever licked a lamp post in winter ? ❞
❝ i’ll try not to hit anyone. ❞
❝ there you are. everyone’s been looking for you. ❞
❝ the last man standing gets final say on who is right or wrong. ❞
❝ i like my hair the way it is, thank you. ❞
❝ do you think about how to kill everyone you meet ? ❞
❝ are you… sassing me, ____? ❞
❝ yes, but she/you seems more… “ooh, pretty colors !” than “muahaha ! i am princess stabbity ! stab, kill, kill ! ❞
❝ congratulations ! you have found a wastebin . ❞
❝ what are you going to do with that sword ? ❞
❝ not listening ! la la-la la la ! ❞
❝ i saw you looking at the girl/boy in town earlier . ❞
❝ anyone wishing to accuse me of weakness is welcome to try. ❞
❝ …did you cut your own hair ? ❞
❝ ”one by one they follow, drowning in the sea”. the rest of the poem is sad.. ❞
❝ you aren’t all stone, ____. there is a person inside of you. ❞
❝ we crush the heads of rude women when we feel like it. just so you know. ❞
❝ protect what matters with everything you have, or you’ll have nothing, and deserve it. ❞
❝ i want you to know that what we had was real. ❞
❝ in the end you are always alone with your actions. ❞
❝ somebody’s been drinking. ❞
❝ let’s show them our hearts, and then show them theirs.. ❞
❝ do you feel that ? my magic-sensing nose is tingling. ❞
❝ well, shit. ❞
❝ you worry me, you know that ? ❞
❝ i’m cold. & it’s indoors. this is so wrong. ❞
❝ i saw what you were doing back there. ❞
❝ we will never speak of this again. ❞
❝ you’re a big softie ! ❞ 
❝ i’ve got just the thing to cure that pout. ❞
❝ eight, nine, now you die. ❞
❝ daughters never grow up. they remain six years old with pigtails & skinned knees forever. ❞
❝ i don’t need my pants, anyway. ❞
❝ smiles. we must be careful how we present ourselves. ❞
❝ be careful what you wish for. power is treacherous. i have seen many people–great leaders–consumed by it. ❞
❝ don’t touch me ! stay away ! ❞
❝ i think of him/you/her as much as he/you/she thinks at all. ❞
❝ i knew nothing of friendship before we met. ❞
❝ you can approve or not approve as you wish, but this is one thing you cannot influence and mold to your liking. ❞
❝ there you go, breaking my heart. ❞ 
❝ does anyone else feel the verge to vomit? ❞
❝ i…love you. just… wanted to tell you that. ❞
❝ let those who would destroy us step into the light. ❞
❝ it’s dangerous when too many men in the same armor think they’re right. ❞
❝ if you love a character, you give them pain, ruin their lives, make them suffer. maybe even throw in a heroic death. ❞
❝ i do quite like watching you leave. ❞
❝ send him a fruit basket. everyone loves those. ❞
❝ did i stutter ? ❞
❝ are you kidding ? i’m surprised you didn’t kill anyone just coming over here. ❞
❝ the world may want my time, but you have my heart ❞
❝ have you ever heard the saying ‘let sleeping abominations lie’?  now would be the time to consider it. ❞
❝ that sounded much better in my head . ❞
❝ i have an excellent sense of dramatic timing. & good hair.  ❞
❝ the air hurts. i have to stop. ❞
❝ challenge someone to arm-wrestle me. ❞
❝ so, you’re not like a lot of other girls/boys. ❞
❝ not long ago this was impossible to imagine. you, the man i love, victory close at hand. ❞
❝ how do you do that ? make everything better with a smile ? ❞
❝ it gets no easier. your struggles have only just begun. ❞
❝ there comes a time when you must stop running, when you turn & face the tiger.  ❞
❝ it’s family, you protect. doesn’t matter who it is, blood or not. ❞
❝ perhaps we should carve our names into the giant tree ? ❞
❝ hey ! that’s mine ! ❞
❝ our mistakes make us who we are. ❞
❝ fear makes men more dangerous than magic ever could. ❞
❝ don’t let anyone tell you when to move on. take their hand & say, “my choice". ❞
❝ words are easy, like the wind; faithful friends are hard to find. ❞
❝ shitballs. fuck. shit. crap. ❞
❝ living a lie … it festers inside you, like poison. ❞

let’s make gods out of these hollow corpses.
i’m tired of the weight of mortality, i want
 
to tear it from my veins til i bleed silver and gold,
til i can feel something again. let’s carve our names
 
in a heart on the ivory pillars of history. maybe
one day they’ll chant our names. maybe one day
 
they’ll paint us into the constellations and name
galaxies after us, and we too shall be eternal.
—  divinity | a.c. for @lxcuna | want one?

anonymous asked:

"There are few men more superstitious than soldiers. They are, after all, the men who live closest to death." -- Mary Stewart (i'd love to see something about superstitions and traditions in the alliance, resistance, first order, empire etc!!!)

It’s mostly arbitrary, the things that survive from one war to the next. The uniforms, even if the desert world they were designed for was some fifty rebel bases and half a war ago. (Before my time, General Organa says, waving her hand. But we’re not really in a position to turn down surplus.) Call signs—there will always be a Blue and Red and Rogue Squadron, in every rebellion from here until the star death of the galaxy. Soldiers complaining about where the sleep, what they eat, the weather—some things are eternal. 

There’s drinking, the night before Starkiller, the night before every morning, and Leia tells the leadership to be gentle on these living wakes. We who are about to die salute you! she remembers Wedge laughing, before—she doesn’t remember the battle, but she remembers that, Wedge stumbling into Luke and laughing, though his face was haunted and pinched-white. 

(Say goodbye to me, Skywalker, Wedge said, and Leia remembered going hot at the raw, awful yearning in his voice. You might not get a chance, tomorrow.)

Other things that survive are less arbitrary. Leia Organa, who has clawed her way back to the battlefront. (War is her sister, born clutched between Leia and her brother. It is natural, easy, that she should find herself here again. What sort of sister does not come, and embrace her twin?) Certain battle plans…They haven’t learned, really, but in some cases neither has their enemy. Images and symbols too—Leia brings with her the flame of the Rebellion, the Jedi lost to sands and myth but born again. The Force. The Light. 

She didn’t know the story, the first time, but she’s a master of telling it now. (She was living it; you can’t see the forest when you’re standing among the trees.)

And still, other things, which survive because there is no killing them, not at all. One morning, Poe finds her  in front of—he’s not sure you can call it a mural, but it’s painted and scratched and nailed onto the lone, crumbling stone wall of old D’Qar. Names. Sometimes sigils. Sometimes lines from songs, and poetry, and stories like the one they’re writing. 

The General is pressing her fingertips to a black inscription—Han Solo, and a crude scratching of the Falcon. Poe is pretty sure it’s Rey’s handiwork, but he doesn’t know how to convey that without admitting what this is.

It turns out he doesn’t have to

“On Yavin it was a statute,” the General says, and Poe swallows back his excuses. “It probably had historical value, belonged to the native Yavinese, but—we wanted something that would remember us. The temple had stood so long, we thought….on—Hoth, it was in the ice with a vibroblade. I wonder if it’s still there.”

“Endor?” Poe asks quietly.

“A tree,” the General says. “We stripped the bark and carved our names and the names of our dead into the wood. The Ewoks helped.”

Her hand moves, and Poe stiffens when she presses her palm to Shara Bey, in Poe’s careful Aurebesh. “Her name spans eight worlds,” Leia says, very quietly. “Wood and stone and paint and—where she was, she was there, and she left her mark.”

The General smiles absently. “Well, her name and three diamonds, arranged in a triangle—one for herself, one for Kes, and one for you. On every world. In every…she painted it on the side of her x-wing.”

“I remember.”

The General’s gaze is distant. “Thank Rey, for me,” she says finally. “Though hopefully her handwriting improves before we have her submitting reports.”

“Yes, General,” Poe says. When he turns to watch her go, the morning sun is in his eyes.

Pulling off a heist in D&D 5E

Our most recent session saw us plotting a heist on board the casino boat The Golden Goose.  The casino owner, Lord Drylund, had information we wanted and we needed to get to him.  Our GM gave us a week to scheme and plan and three actions each to perform to prep for our heist. And we did!

With a few lucky rolls (plus one not lucky one) and Plans A, B, & C in place, we began. Our halfling bard was performing on stage, our dragonborn got a job in the kitchen, our elven monk had joined the rowers down below (and was chained to the wall after having sabotaged the boat roof for a contingency plan), and our human thief and myself (a human wizard) boarded as wealthy passengers. 

Plan A: the dragonborn slips our truth serum in Lord Drylund’s food, giving the thief and me a one-hour window to get to his cabin on the top level and talk to him.  The cabin is off of a hallway, guarded from the dance hall by two guards. There’s also a wizard woman who is the head of security and keeps order on the casino floor on the main deck. We manage to avoid rousing suspicion from her or the small group of city watchmen who decided to show up to gamble too. And our monk is trying to win over the other slave rowers with a sing-a-long and jokes.

Plan A starts just fine. We get past an unexpected encounter with a former acquaintance of our thief, who has glasses made from a Gem of Seeing and so knows who he really is and almost blows our cover, but buys his silence with an Amulet of Nondetection.  Our thief almost persuades the guards to let us through to see Lord Drylund with our fake documents. But they refer us to the bouncer/wizard, who isn’t completely convinced and asks us to try again in a few hours. 

Well, balls. Time to change plans.

Plan B: we go loud. I cast Fog Cloud at 4th level and obscure the entire boat right as we happen to be going through a rough patch of the river called “the chucks,” plunging everyone into chaos. I then cast Invisibility and Nondetection on the thief, since we know of the Alarm spell beyond the door. Our thief applies our sleeping potion to the guards by the door, I use Dispel Magic to bypass the Arcane Lock and then he picks it record time (gotta love a natural 20!).  We also steal a Staff of Power from a rich young idiot in the confusion because we can. Additionally, our thief pickpockets the Gem of Seeing and puts the glasses on. 

The ship hits a large rock in the chucks and a hole is ripped in the lower level of the boat.

Our dragonborn starts making her way out of the kitchen and trying to feel her way to the rest of us upstairs. And our monk has secured the help of one older lady and through some impressive acrobatics he manages to get through the hole in the hull, climb the side of the boat, set her on the roof, jump back down two levels to retrieve his gear, and then start berating the half-orc slave drivers about the wrongs of slavery.  (I’m really not sure what his intentions were there.) 

The three of us on the upper level get into the hallway. Our thief discovers the door to Lord Drylund’s cabin is a mimic because of his glasses, so he and our halfling start fighting it.  I cast my own Arcane Lock on the door to slow down pursuit, as well as Grease at the opposite ends of the hall near the ship’s bridge, before joining the fight. Our dragonborn stumbles across guards on the main level and just incinerates them with Hellish Rebuke—but now the boat’s on fire and slowly sinking.

We get through the door, find Lord Drylund with a bejewelled sword, and he attacks us… by throwing an octopus from his fishtank at our halfling.  We start interrogating him and he tells us everything we want to know before being telepathically killed by a kraken.  (I was caught off guard by this too.)  We loot the room and then escape through the roof where our monk had weakened it. 

We meet up with the older lady on the roof, get to a lifeboat, manage to get all of our party on this thing and start trying to make our escape as the wizard bouncer lady throws an angry fireball at us before dousing The Golden Goose in frost spells to put out the flames and seal the hole.  As we limp away in our stolen lifeboat and our thief carves the name Ocean’s Elven into its side (because it’s a genius name), my wizard lights his pipe, regards the charred casino boat, and comments: 

“Looks like their Goose just got cooked.” 

(From the bottom of the lifeboat, our monk screamed “YYYEEEEEEEAAAAAAAAAHHHHH!”) 

And there were facepalms all around. 

Best. Heist. Ever.

I used to be a waitress for this small local restaurant and the majority of customers we had were old. But there was this one night when this couple in their late 20’s or early 30’s came in and I was their server. I was still really new at the time and messed up a small part of their order, but they were so sweet and forgiving. I ended up giving them a free hot chocolate that all of us waitresses in the back had worked together to make it look as amazing as it could. We also decided they were the cutest couple we had ever seen in the restaurant and I told them that. They were so happy and tipped me really well. 
They ended up coming back several times and requested me by name every single time. I’m pretty sure the last tip they left me was like 75% and they are about the only thing that makes me miss being a waitress. 
(I also had an older gentleman who made wood carvings of all of our names and gave it to us. I still have mine lol)

spring day

◦ pairing: reader x hoseok

◦ rating: m [angst]

◦ word count: 1.3k

mood music: spring day // bts

a/n: Y’all I don’t even know what this is or where it came from, but my mind just went crazy with inspiration from Spring Day, Blood Sweat & Tears, and Boy Meets Evil, and this happened. It’s one of my more experimental, creative things. Lmk if you like these!

m a s t e r l i s t


summer.

It was nearly eighty degrees when your hand wandered up my thigh, catching all the words in my throat. God knows what useless thing I had been rambling on about, but my mind had gone blank and you just chuckled. Your eyes were still fixed on the road as you dared to reach under the cotton of my thin sundress. I gasped when your fingers brushed up my folds ever so slowly.

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