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.
Sanha Scenario - Spring Rain

Originally posted by sanhapup

Summary: They say that with each passing shower, the spring rain becomes warmer and eventually spring will arrive in full bloom. But for you two, spring wasn’t coming. 

Genre: Fluff

Requested: Yes

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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

Unapologetic fatness

Why do you fake concern about my health With that rehearsed smile on your face? When you chug liters of beer Shots Tobacco Even crystal meth in those wild parties. I refuse to judge you for that We all consume a different poison. But, don’t disguise your violence with your fake concern. Don’t you dare to deny it, you are scared. Because I don’t buy on your instrumental lies. Because you are scared of unapologetic fat women We don’t buy your plastic surgeries Or your special creams to eraser our stripes We don’t beg you for magic tricks. We are no good for your self-hate business. You disguise patriarchy with concern, Because our bodies are not here for your male consumption. You are disgusted that a woman like me Has sex with the lights on And touches herself with passion. You get nervous because our lovers Kiss our rolls, and hug our big legs and fill our stomach with tender love. Your concerns are not about me They are about you Because what is a man like you good for When women realize that We are all goddesses?

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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“Poison Pt.2″ 6/27/17 (Late 7/1/17)

Years ago I made the decision to no longer watch,
The people who I love choose to destroy themselves;
Whether through destructive beliefs or drowning in scotch,
Because life is full of agony, there’s not a purpose of deciding to overwhelm;

Yourself beyond your breaking point over people who wouldn’t do the similar,
Self implosion if the roles were reversed, yet you were to succumb to the poison;
That consumes your being and takes potential happiness and places a limiter,
Something that constricts the positive emotions and makes you reflect on mistakes chosen;

Although I refuse to witness the self destruction in those who are now strangers,
There is not judgement that stems from me for the vices that possess your mind and soul;
Throughout my life I have observed the transformations of multiple individuals, since a teenager,
The implosion of those who were the closest, turning friendships into scarred battlefields of shrapnel marked with a flag-less pole;

~Roman Empyre

i am someone no one falls in love with.
i am always lost,
always desperate,
always drifting.

i am someone no one falls in love with,
for i am but a flickering flame
waiting for its own destruction.

i am someone no one falls in love with,
for i am not grey
i am black or i am white
i love too hard or i feel nothing at all.

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

anonymous asked:

I was actually thinking along the same lines about sangwoo's weird tolerance/numbness (??) to taste. My theory was that he faced childhood trauma (and sometimes traumatic experiences numb peoples senses) but it didnt explain the part when he seemed to have no side effects from consuming rat poison. I was really confused about it, but your theory on his mother building a tolerance for him and herself, which gave him side effects, makes alot of sense! I hope his mothers story is revealed soon.

I read that as well, in regards to childhood trauma, but I came to the same conclusion as you did: it doesn’t relate to the rat poison affecting Sangwoo. I have so many thoughts on Sangwoo’s mom… seriously. She’s no angel, the devil’s in the details.

malecispurelyamazing  asked:

Your an extremely kind and amazing person, some people can be assholes, don't ever listen to them, don't give them the opportunity to poison and consume your thoughts. There is NOTHING wrong with you, you are awesome, I will be protecting and defending you from now on. Watch out haters. 👊😅❤️

Daaaaaaw thank you so, so much! You cannot even imagine how much it means to me! ❤

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MYSTIC MESSENGER HEADCANNONS #2

the RFA+Searan reacting to you becoming suicidal

—Yoosung

•He catches you with a knife in your hand slicing your arm

•He quickly charges towards you taking the knife from your hand

•But you had already sliced yourself and blood is already spilling onto the floor

•He starts panicking and can only put your arm under a running sink for a while and cover it up with bandages

•For a while you guys don’t speak to each other. Until he looks at you hard

•"What?“

•"What do you mean ‘what’? You were about to kill yourself.”

•You don’t say anything. You instead avoid his eyes

•"Look, I don’t know why you’re doing this, but please—"

•"YOU DONT UNDERSTAND!“

•"Then let me,” hes close to tears. “I promised that I would protect you, didn’t I? How can I protect you and give you happiness when you’re hurting. If there’s anything please just tell me. Please don’t keep me in the dark.”

•You tear up, then quickly wipe them away. “Okay,”

•You tell him what’s bothering you.

•Hes looking directly at your eyes, not letting go for a second

•He then hugs you tightly if he notices you breaking down a little.

•He holds you hand and doesn’t let go, until you have to pry him off.

—Zen

•After the day he caught slicing your arm all the knives in the house disappeared.

•You wanted to cut some vegetables for dinner, but he’s like

•"Nope, I’m cooking, babe"

•Literally almost sets the house on fire. at least he got the cutting done

•As you’re cooking he hugs you from behind

•"Please, don’t ever leave my side,“ he whispers.

•You begin to cry, quickly abandoning the food on the stove and in his chest.

•You cry in his clothes and clutch him tightly

•He wraps his arms around you as he runs his hand through your hair.

•Once you’ve calmed down he turns off the stove and suggests if you would like take out instead.

•You agree and kiss him on the lips without warning

•His face goes red, “H-hey!”

•"Thanks for being by my side, Zen"

•Once you guys are all done eating, he cradles you in his arms again and starts singing you to sleep

—Jumin

•Jumin gets a call from work and is told you’re in the hospital

•Goes there as quickly as possible, and sees you in bed reading a book. Your arms in bandages and your face pale.

•Hes immediately asking you questions, “Are you feeling okay?”, “What happened?”, “Who did this to you?”

•You fake a smile and say that everything is okay. But he can tell it’s not, your smile isn’t the same as before.

•He kisses you forehead and leaves you to go talk to the doctor in charge of you

•You tried to commit suicide by cutting your wrist and consuming poison, he tells him. And he’s in shock. He doesn’t know how to respond.

•He wants to save you, but he doesn’t know how. He doesn’t want it to be Rika all over again, where you actually succeed and leave him.

•Hes frustrated with himself.

•He screams upon hearing the news.

•He leaves the building for a while, before getting himself together. Later that night Jumin then visits you again p>•As soon as he enters, he sees you laid down, almost asleep.

•But he knows you don’t sleep the way you did, with you head stuffed in the pillow and your body laid about on its stomach. Even the occasional sniffles gave everything away.

•Jumin calls your name and gently nudges you

•You slowly turn your head and look at him. “Jumin,” you rasped.

•"Please, (Y/N) I don’t want to lose you. I don’t want to make the same mistake twice and have you leave. I don’t want to notice that something is wring and not do anything about it.“

•He says this all with a serious face with a hint of frustration.

•"If there’s anything I can do, please say something, I have the money so I can do anythi—”

•"I DONT WANT YOUR MONEY, JUMIN!“

•Hes taken aback. You’ve never yelled at him unless it was in a romantic or friendly manner.

•You caress his hair and pull him close into a hug. “Now that I see your face, you’re all I ever need I think this life. I’m sorry for making you sorry.”

•Youve surprised him again, but then again thats what made you so special, rather those who only came after him for his money

•So to make you laugh, he says, “Then get better quickly so I can punish you later,” You start to stifle in a smirk. And kiss him, “I love you.“ He hugs you tightly. “Don’t ever feel like you’re alone, because I’m here too.”

•You grip him tightly, “Yeah,”

—Jaehee

•Shes noticed that you’ve been out of it lately.

•At first she thought you were just having a rough morning until she finds you in the shop, behind the corner, bleeding to death from a stab in the stomach.

•She quickly calls an ambulance and tries to stop the bleeding herself

•She then notices that you have a knife in your hand and your eyes were red from crying.

•She didn’t want to believe it when she saw it. Everything began to put itself in place.

•”(Y/N), were you trying to kill yourself?“ her words come out slightly stagnant and slow.

•"Please, Jaehee, just leave here.” you plead. You begin to cry all over again.

•"No, don’t talk anymore, you’re going to loose more blood.“

•Youre quickly taken to the hospital and it takes you several days to recover.

•Once you’re allowed to go back home, you’re even more distant. You would only eat in your bedroom, you would barely talk to Jaehee and you would sleep in late

•Youre scaring Jaehee now. You’re acting so strange it scares her.

•One day she visits your room with some of your favorite snacks. She then finds you at the foot of your bed playing on your Nintendo.

•"Hey,” she says softly, “I brought you some snacks. They’re you’re favorite.”

•You say thanks without looking at her and now she’s mad

•She snatches your game and tackles you to the floor where she pins your wrist down.

•"Stop this, please,“

•"Stop, what?”

•"This,“ she gestures to the game console and your bedroom. “This isn’t like you.”

•You don’t say anything. So she continues, “(Y/N), I miss you. I miss talking to you. And I’m not going to loose someone close to me like this! If you want me to do anything to help you please talk to me. You’re not suffering alone, and you shouldn’t.”

•She noticed that’s shes tearing up, and lets you go. “Especially if I’m here to listen to anything that’s heavy in your heart.”

•Everything you’ve been keeping inside poured out. You talked about everything and you began to sob so much that your words were almost incoherent.

•She doesn’t mind if you stain her shirt with tears and snot

•Shes caressing your hair, as you talk. She asks questions and listens to each part of your story.

•Quality life lessons

•Shes saying I love you alot to the point where it has to become your mantra

• Tissues in her back pocket, ready and waiting.

—Saeyoung

•He comes home one day and sees you knocked out on the couch. Beside you there’s an package of pain killers and you just consumed half of it

•Hes literally screaming. He doesn’t know what to do. He doesn’t want to loose you

•He quickly calls every number he has on his phone even yours

•He eventually calls an ambulance and is calling your name

•Hes sobbing at this point. He gently shaking you and screaming for help(Searan is off to the store and is currently running towards you and Seayoung’s place)

•"(Y/N)! (Y/N), WAKE UP, PLEASE! OPEN YOUR EYES, DAMMIT!“

•You open your eyes, and see him and he hugs you tightly. But you begin to cry.

•But before you could answer the paramedics came and took you to the hospital

•Hes in the waiting room with everyone from the RFA including Searan. He’s pacing constantly trying to figure out what happened, why this happened and why couldn’t he save you earlier.

•The silence is unsettling.

•Jumin tells him to be calm, but he screams at him. Drawing attention to himself and taking everyone aback.

•He mumbles an apology and walks away.

•The doctor calls your name and Seayoung rushes towards him before everyone else can stand up from where they were sitting.

•The doctor tells him it’s a drug overdose and you’ll be fine, but he only allows Seayoung to visit you. (Since you guys are married and everything)

•He staring at your sleeping face for an hour, maybe even more.

•”(Y/N), why? What happened to you?“ He starts to sobbing again. “How can I protect you from all this?”

•You wake up and rasp his name, “Seayoung?”

•He looks up and chokes on his tears. He caresses you cheek and looks into your eyes. “I’m here, sweetie, I’m here”

•You begin to cry as tears stream down your neck. “Seayoung, why am I still alive? Why can’t I just die?”

•Hes in shock, he doesn’t know how to answer to that. He just watches to crying with a worried look.

•Finally he pulls you close to his chest. His heartbeat echoes through your head. “When I first fell in love with you I thought I could be more than just 707 or Luciel. I thought I could be my true self and live for the one I love. I wanted to protect you.”

•He pulls your face towards him and squeezed your cheeks. “I wanted to live for you, because I love you,”

•"But what good am I if I can’t even protect you, your smile, your everything from the things that mentally hurt you.“

No don’t think that, because….

•"I love you too” you say. You explain how caught up you were with everything and how foolish it was to not think about what was already in front of you.

•He shakes his head, “Never once in my life have I ever thought of you as a foolish human being. You’re special to me, (Y/N), and I don’t ever want you to go,”

•He kisses your forehead, “Sweet dream, my darling,”

—Searan

•One day he hears you screaming and stuff being thrown to the ground

•He rushes towards you and sees you trying to stab yourself with a kitchen knife. He rushes to stop you and just before you thrust it into your skin.

•Youre crying, shaking terribly as slips the knife out of your hands.

•He kneels down and starts wiping your tears

•He doesn’t say anything, your eyes already do the talking for you

•You’re confused, angry, terrified— all the side effects of taking the meds Mint Eye gave you.

•Youre sniffing hard, but he stares at you until you meet his eyes.

•The two of you stare at each other. No words spoken, no facial expressions. Just staring blankly at each other as if in a another dimension conversing there.

•A minute of staring turns into an hour. And he finally gets up to hug you.

•You hug back, digging your face in his shirt.

•He uses one hand to run through your hair as you squeeze him

• When you finally let go and leave he takes your hand and is the first to break the silence. “Are you okay? I’m always here if you need anything.”

•You get a little shy because there is something you want from him.

•"C-could you…. stay… by m-my side,“ you stutter.

•Hes so happy, that you trust him. He’s literally make sures you’re okay. And don’t get into one of your episodes until you are fully capable and used taking he meds.

•He stays by your side until you’re ready to let him go for a while

•Even to the point where he sleeps with you

•Even if your weren’t suffering from something from the meds. He knows that’s a place your don’t want to touch in your current situation.

•You kiss him, and thank him for everything and wish him a goodnight.

•Hes blushing in his sleep.

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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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 

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.

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  

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.