consumed by your poison

Love can be scary; not because of heartbreak or being left, but because it can consume you all at once. It’ll spread in your veins like the poison of a snake; it’s unstoppable and only when it’s too late, you’ll find yourself drowning in it. It’ll intrude your daily life, step by step until you find that love is everywhere you may go or look or even listen to. It’ll haunt you at night; in the morning; every time of the day, there’s no escape. Love will make you fear the person that has sparked this mess inside of you; overwhelming you with waves of emotions which will bring you to your knees. But in all of this, you’ll recognize the sensation of happiness, you’ll love the weakness and inability to control it. At some point you’ll crave it so much, that you’ll face your fear and walk to the other side of it - right into the arms of your loved one. And that’s when you know; love is just a hurricane that demands for you to face your fears.
—  s.m
Of Vampires and Faeries [Baekhyun x Reader] [1/5]

Written by: Admin S

Word Count: 3, 067

Summary: A simple hunt gone wrong.

A/N: I just really like vampire AU okay. This is just something I’ve had in mind for a while and I’m excited to do it even though I don’t know what I’m doing with it exactly…

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Love can be scary; not because of heartbreak or being left, but because it can consume you all at once. It’ll spread in your veins like the poison of a snake; it’s unstoppable and only when it’s too late, you’ll find yourself drowning in it. It’ll intrude your daily life, step by step until you find that love is everywhere you may go or look or even listen to. It’ll haunt you at night; in the morning; every time of the day, there’s no escape. Love will make you fear the person that has sparked this mess inside of you; overwhelming you with waves of emotions which will bring you to your knees. But in all of this, you’ll recognize the sensation of happiness, you’ll love the weakness and inability to control it. At some point you’ll crave it so much, that you’ll face your fear and walk to the other side of it - right into the arms of your loved one. And that’s when you know; love is just a hurricane that demands for you to face your fears.
—  s.m.

calumizing  asked:

Can you do an imagine blurb where y/n and cal know each other from the going out life and everytime they both get drunk cal is so protective over her (like when y/n is drunk she falls a lot - but cal is always there to catch her) and cal always kisses her cheek after they talk but y/n is unsure if its more than just a friendly kiss but eventually cal finally makes a move when they're dancing ridiculously ((wow this imagine is so detailed, don't mind to leave out details if it's too much lol))

girl i got you, ill take aLL the details

so i m a g i n e sauntering into a bar with a few of your girlfriends. It had been a long night already, and your friends wanted a few margaritas to keep the night alive. So there you were, looking gorgeous in your snug outfit as you flashed your ID and entered the fairly cramped place. Sweaty bodies danced around, conversations oozing into the air about sex and stupid bitches. You and the girls strolled over to the bar, listening as one of them ordered all the drinks.

“Y/N?” You turned over to find Calum, the devilishly handsome bassist finding himself on the stool beside yours. He was wearing a very loose gray-blue flannel, a few buttons open. His scruff was evident, those chocolate eyes light as they stared into yours.

“Calum!” You hummed, slightly slurred as Calum leaned in to give you a kiss. He always greeted you this way, with a kiss and a hug. You kissed his cheek back, giggling a bit from your already tipsy state. “You here with the boys?”

“Yeah, we’re just hanging a bit,” Calum informed, having you nod as you beckoned the other girls to greet him. They all cheered at Calum, who gave them a friendly wave as the bartender came with your margarita. “D’ah shit, I’m gonna get overly smashed tonight.” 

“Be my guest,” Calum began amused as he ordered the two of you some shots. “I’ll make sure nothing happens to you. I promise.” 

And, as usual, he kept it. He always said this honest words, having it always flutter your heart as you consumed as much poison as you could. With all of that dancing around your blood, you took Calum’s hand and dragged you over to where Luke and Michael were. You all exchanged words, having you just a little too tipsy to actually stay up properly. 

“C’mere,” Calum cooed, wrapping his arm around your waist as you continued talking with the boys. Calum had always been sweet this way, ensuring that you never fell or fell into anyone else. You never mean to seem conceited, but it always seems like Calum solely does these things to you. Not that you stalk him when he isn’t around you, but Calum never does these things willingly to other girls who would join the conversation and were far more hammered than you were. You once watched with Calum as a girl fell on her ass and laughed her way through the pain without Calum even offering her his hand. 

“Hey,” Calum began, his lips by your ear, tickling it with the hotness of his breath. “Wanna dance?” 

“Yes, please,” you obliged, waving bye to the boys and a few girlfriends they brought along as Calum kindly dragged you over to the heart of the dance floor. You didn’t know, but Zedd was actually the DJ of the bar for the night as he began playing his own remix of his own song, Clarity. So as the bass dropped, you hopped around with Calum, hand in hand, while sharing amused laughs. 

“I love this song!” You shouted at Calum at one point, feeling as he stopped jumping when you continued. You noticed this and faltered, halting your hops as you squeezed Calum’s hands in search of reassurance. 

“I love you!” He yelled back, having you widen your eyes in shock. Your mind flooded with insecurities, uncertain that his words were real. Was he serious? Was he caught up in the moment? Was he feeling the song so much so to playfully spew an empty confession? Was he too drunk to be honest? Was he at his peak to solely be honest? 

“Are you…” You began in a shout, having Calum furrow his eyebrows. He didn’t hgear you. You got closer to him, your hands still holding his as you guided your lips to his ear. “Are you sure?” You asked in disbelief, wanting to ensure that his feelings were real. You were far too drunk and got yourself in the moment, but you knew you always had this thing for Calum that couldn’t be ripped out of your heart, even if you tried. 

“I’m very sure,” Calum shouted back, having you pull away to give you a wide and goofy smile. “I think you’re awesome, and I love meeting you unintentionally. But now I find myself wanting to meet you more and intentionally, so now that’s out there!” 

“I-I’m down about that!” You sputtered, feeling your cheeks flare up in embarrassment as Calum began to laugh. You laughed with him, unsure why but too drunk to have any sort of sense. 

“This is crazy!” Calum yelled, having you nod in agreement. “But I love it!” 

“Ditto!” You shouted, feeling Calum’s hands tighten around yours as he began jumping again. You returned to your hopping as well, knowing that your heart was now in sync with Calum’s, even in this drunken state of yours. 


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Black Nightshade (Solanum nigrum)

Image credit: Juniper Wildwalk (post author) — BY-NC-SA (2016)

This beautiful but poisonous plant is native to Europe, but due to its hardy and invasive nature has spread all across the world, including to Australia. It’s jet-black berries form into distinctive clusters, and its five white petals arrange themselves naturally into perfect pentagrams.

Nightshades are associated strongly with Hekate, most especially Hekate Chthonia or “Hekate of the Underworld”. Hekate is a Greek goddess of magick, crossroads, spirits and the restless dead, transitions and changes, the future, necromancy, and many other elements of life, death and everything else. Hekate’s sacred plants are all poisonous plants, such as yew, hellebore, mandrake and mistletoe, but most especially the nightshades.

In Wicca, nightshades and Hekate have both been long associated with the New Moon and with the Crone aspect of the Goddess. Hekate is often depicted as a triple goddess, and her most sacred sites are places where three paths meet at a crossroads. Finding nightshade at these sites is a sure sign of magickal activity at these places, and that these places are blessed by the Crone Goddess of magick and witchcraft, and by Hekate.

Black nightshade is of course poisonous, with most of the toxicity found in the unripe green or grey berries. However all parts of the plant are toxic, even if small amounts of the ripe berries are sometimes eaten after heavy preparation. If you wish to harvest black nightshade, you must wear gloves when handling it and wash your skin if it touches you, because it can be absorbed through the skin.

Usages of Black Nightshade in Witchcraft

Nightshades have been long associated with death and spirits, due to their poisonous nature and their usages in traditional flying ointments (skin-administered ointments that induced trance states). The berries, especially fresh ones or dried and powdered berries, have been mixed with alcohol and dragon’s blood to make an ink, designed to draw curses or spirit sigils. Dried and preserved branches were placed around altars to invoke spirits and spirit magick.

Leaves and berries were sometimes used in non-ingested potions (designed for applying to objects or for storing in sealed jars, not drinking) that are used for increasing magickal potency. They can also be used as an element in an altar, totem bag, herb pouch, or any other such magickal device as a means of increasing one’s ability to enter the spirit world when meditating. Place inside a small leather bag and hang it around your neck, or place 5 boughs of nightshade in a pentagram on an altar before you as you meditate to dramatically increase the ease of entry and potency of spirit world journeys.

In the past people have burnt nightshades in order to summon spirits, however this is extremely dangerous. Black nightshade IS very poisonous, and burning it will cause it to be absorbed directly into your bloodstream. This could easily kill you, because you’re getting a high dosage very fast.

Never burn, inhale, ingest, vapourise, apply to your skin or otherwise consume any poisonous nightshades. It is potentially life-threatening to do this!

Picking Nightshades: When’s best?

When you’re picking nightshades for usage in magick, it’s important to remember that place, time and date all matter to increase magickal effectiveness. For best effects, you should try to get as many of these conditions as possible when picking your nightshades:

  • At a crossroads
  • Under the waning or new moon
  • At midnight
  • During the autumn, especially Samhain
  • From a place where a body has been interred (e.g. a cemetery, please don’t kill anyone just for a spell)
  • Cut with secateurs or a bolline coloured black or blue and made of something other than iron or steel

Please wear gloves when handling poisonous nightshades!

– Juniper Wildwalk

Love Me Better

Originally posted by yoonkooks

Namjoon x reader

Genre Angst/Smut, Mafia Au

Inspired by Gangsta by Kehlani

Warnings: mentions of drugs, blood, slight abuse, etc. Read cautiously.

1/? Word count: 10k

His crimson, devious smile spreads on his face, dimples popping up on each side as the rays of light peak through the blinds that fell on the wooden floor and desk, burning such an imagine to make him look like the devil’s advocate. Maybe he was the devil himself underneath that wine color drying at his jawline, painting him with vecordy and selcouth. He had sundry thoughts that pondered and danced along his wicked mind that trailed with ideas like decollation or a zeal for finagle. That was his game; to rip something or someone apart–and he enjoyed every single bit of it.

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//so recently we’ve reached 100+ followers and to celebrate I’ve put together a list of m!as that we can do ;) these m!as are not mine and I’ve taken them from m!a lists I’ve seen floating around

Horrible Thing: The muse is transformed into a monster of the sender’s choosing. Any monster is fair game (werewolf, centaur, siren, etc).

Demons of Hell: The muse hears constant screams and torment from mistakes they’ve made or ghosts from their past.

Fountain of Youth:Muse becomes a child.

Fever:Your character is suffering from a high fever.

Scars:Any old scars your character has have started to burn/itch.

Wheeze: Your character feels unable to breathe. (This one actually corresponds with some of his backstory)

Sin:Put this and one of the seven sins in muse’s ask box, and they’ll be consumed by. Gluttony, lust, pride, envy, greed, sloth, and wrath. Pick your poison~

Master:Muse must be submissive and give into any demands they’re given.

Pain:Muse is in an extremely large amount of pain for no apparent or fixable reason. Put me out of my misery.

//about the asks that ate still in my inbox-

.One is a meme

.One needs a bit of waiting

.the others are normal

I’ll answer them all later :P

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i am someone no one falls in love with,
because when they do,
i break them and they scatter like the tiny bright stars showering the sky.

but darling, please, love me.
let my darkness destroy you,
let my madness maim you,
let my poison consume you,
etching and spreading itself into your veins.
let me give you my despairing soul.

let me love you so much that i burn my whole being into nothingness.
—  letter to persephone // m.n 

Sugar.

Refined carbohydrate/sugar is basically a poison.  In very small and very rare doses, it probably is fairly harmless, but the way Western culture consumes it – mass quantities – it’s far too much and we make ourselves sick with it, we kill ourselves with it.  We think it’s ‘normal’ to eat as much of this as we do, we are so addicted to the sweet, so addicted to the way our brain’s pleasure-centers light up when we eat carbohydrates, that we shy away from even entertaining the idea that it might actually be the culprit behind so many of our worst afflictions.  We think of any way to deflect blame from sugar, we excuse eating as much of it as we do to keep ourselves blind to the harm unrelenting consumption of this stuff does to our bodies.  We hide our overconsumption in spineless, vaguely-defined ideas like ‘moderation’ and excuse our never-ending consumption with seemingly-reasonable ideas like ‘balance’.  We believe the establishment when they tell us our sugar-triggered illnesses are incurable, that they’ll just get worse.  That’s the tragic part – that we believe this, we take it on faith that that the authorities know everything and always tell us the truth.  We gladly swallow this lie whole and without hesitation because it means we absolve ourselves of self-responsibility, we get to stop thinking and searching and learning…and perhaps most importantly, we get to keep downing our favorite poison day in and day out because surely, surely it can’t be the thing that’s actually killing us, god no, that’s just not possible!

Of course your poison-induced sickness will only get worse if you continue consuming the poison!  Your body isn’t diseased – it’s simply getting sicker and sicker by degrees because you’re unrelentingly putting poison into your body…and, stop me if this doesn’t make sense – the way to stop being sick from poison is to stop putting poison into your body.  

Please, anyone who has insulin resistance/pre-diabetes/type 2 diabetes and who also believes that nothing you do can possibly cure it and that you’re doomed to get worse – please just, for a month at least, preferably two, but ideally three, *dedicatedly* cut out all but 20 grams of sugar/carbohydrate a day.  Focus on eating non-processed/non-pre-packaged foods, especially deep green veggies, fish, eggs and fatty cuts of meat.  Drink water, not sugary drinks.  Eat non-factory-made oils like olive oil, avocado oil.  Eat nuts like macadamias and brazils and almonds.  Eat butter, eat heavy cream, drink nut milks, avoid cow milk.  Eat berries.  Stay away from low-fat foods, “diet” foods, foods with added sugar.  

Do this, don’t lapse, don’t give up, test your blood sugar the whole time.  You will see improvements in many areas of your health, guaranteed, and you will be on the fast track to totally reversing, effectively eliminating, your supposedly here-to-stay sugar-related metabolic condition.  

It’s time to wake up and break free of the old, mindlessly-parroted and now fully-debunked “knowledge” about sugar/carbohydrates and the impact they have on the human body.  You don’t have to go down that miserable path to ever-worsening sickness that the establishment tells you is inevitable!!!

Something I think about with startling regularity are the pet names new couple Scott and Stiles would use. I have a personal, visceral dislike of ‘baby’ or ‘babe’, so I don’t care how realistic it might be, I would never want them to use them. 

I find myself imagining a scenario where Stiles is like, “I want an affectionate nickname, Scotty.”

“Stiles is my affectionate nickname for you. I can’t help that everyone else co-opted it.”

Scottyyyyyy!”

“Okay, how about nougat? It’s like soft and crunchy all at once, sometimes so sweet it’ll rot your teeth, sometimes so hard it’ll break them?”

“I feel like you’re not taking my valid concerns seriously.”

“Meerkat? Because you’re cute, always on high alert, and can kill vicious predators if provoked?”

“You’re a really mean boyfriend, you know? Everyone thinks you’re sweetness and light, but I know the truth.”

“Daffodil? You’re bright, you’re pretty, but at your roots you’re poisonous if consumed?”

“SO AWFUL. Good-day cruel sir.”

But later that week, they’re cuddled up together, Stiles gently stroking his hand through Scott’s hair, and Scott murmurs a word. One that stops Stiles short.

“What’d you call me?”

“Your name. Your birth name. That’s… it’s okay, right? I just. You wanted me to call you something. Everyone else has stolen Stiles, so. I just figured…”

“Scotty, it’s perfect. Say it again.”

So Scott does, in those quiet, private moments when no one else is around. When Stiles is beneath or above him. When they have their own little world. Scott says Stiles’ name with naked love and affection, and “Scotty” starts to sound like reverent litany.

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rp meme, one ship:  Dracula & Mina, as Hades and Persephone.

i am someone no one falls in love with, because when they do, i break them and they scatter like the tiny bright stars showering the sky. but darling, please, love me. let my darkness destroy you, let my madness maim you, let my poison consume you, etching and spreading itself into your veins. let me give you my despairing soul. let me love you so much that i burn my whole being into nothingness. (credits to  m.n, spiritslyrics, 5000letters)

anonymous asked:

Possible ways to cause genetic mutations (causing inhuman abilities) in a medieval (1100-1600) time period?

There are two types of mutations: spontaneous, which occur in utero, and are generally caused by a hormone imbalance in the mother or from inadequate nutrition; and genetic, which is passed down from the parents to the child. Neither of these cause superhuman abilities (unless you believe Stan Lee’s Superhumans), so your story’s probably going to be a fantasy, so you can say that it does.

You can also have some sort of fantastical beast that is either venomous, which would have to bite your character, or poisonous, which would have to be consumed by your character, and have that create strange abilities in them.

If you’re going for very realistic, then you could only have exaggerated human features, like increased speed or strength, that could be caused by or improved by training. There’s not any realistic way for a person to get inhuman abilities in any setting, unless you’re counting sci-fi and fantasy as realistic.

So, it’s over.

The mess of her tangled hair that used to hover over your fingers, teasing every single muscle in your palm.

The linen sheets now smell of a common detergent and of your tears, instead of her lavender shampoo and mysterious perfume.

The songs you used to love are now left unplayed, and you hate those movies you used to watch with her, arm in arm.

You take different routes to your regular places, and you order all the things she used to dislike at your favorite restaurant.

Who are you getting back at, dear human? Whom are you actually torturing?
You keep reminding yourself of memories that are an encryption in the pages of the past, and you keep drowning the present till it is nothing more than the base of your second last bottle.

You are destroying yourself slowly in the poisonous, self consuming moments of your first dance with her and the first kiss you planted on her lips.

Get up, and start sledging your body across, now.
It’s not late, but it is time.

Take baby steps and start arranging your parts in such a way that they reflect you, not her or both of you.

You are a person and you comprise of a whole self worth.

You’ll find someone who loves you for you, and will stay no matter what, but not if you keep your legs dangling in the torn pages of history that ought to be turned into ashes by now.

For now, start by caressing your soul and loving each cell of yourself.

The nights will help and the days will heal, only when you decide your mind is the Emperor, not a mere warrior.


-Oshee.

Skies are grey
You turned them that way
Clouds were crying
Were my body was lying
Swallowing my pride
Got no where to hide
Burying my sorrow
Fake smiles I borrow
I wasn’t giving you the satisfaction
Of seeing my reaction
I won’t let you tire me down
I won’t let you make me a clown
I won’t be another lifeless shallow
A trophy in your empty ghost town, a shadow
You may have fooled me
Had me down on my knees
But you can’t consume me
I’m over your poisonous disease
You played well with my demons
Cause you outrun all their evils
But now they’re angry and furious
At the way you played me , so hideous
You unleashed my monsters
You made me stronger
And for that you shall see
How setting me free
Your distraction it would be
And the burning flames will agree
I’m setting your ghost town on fire
Giving your black heart an early retire
You could no longer hurt an innocent flower
I’m stripping you off your great power
Now you’re left with the same worth
You made me feel before my rebirth
Now I’m in control of the game
I’m the rebel you can’t tame
Now the skies are blue
And you’re standing there like a fool
But there’s nothing you could do
Now you play with my rules
—  M.othman