The scent of blood assaulted Rosalie’s nose,
tearing her attention away from the deer carcass at her feet. She took off
towards the scent, fueled by both curiosity and the thirst that started to
flare up in her throat.
Heeeeeeey guys here’s another OC of mine. Her name’s Enrii and this dude’s (Anton’s) little sister figure. Just like Anton, she’s a special undead cosmic entity called a Haloe. She’s a Napii, a race of shapeshifting humanoids, so that’s why she has dog feet and deer ears/tail and horns lol.
She’s a huge (actually she’s really tiny, like 4′4′’) baby since she’s technically only 8 years old…. which is 12 in human years.
lol she and Anton first meet when he accidentally ran over her with his car while on his way to deliver pizza but she was already dead so it didn’t matter
“Fear is your greatest obstacle to learn but fear is your best friend. Fear is like fire, if you learn to control it you let it work for you. if don’t learn to control it: it will destroy you and everything around you. like a snowball on a hill, you can pick it up and throw it or do anything you want with it before it starts rolling down hill, but once it rolls down: it gets so big,it will crush you to death. So one must never allow fear to develop and build up without having control over it because if you don’t you won’t be able achieve your objective or save your life……Consider a deer crossing an open field; on approaching the forest, instinct tells it there is danger there. Might be a mountain lion there! Once this happens, nature begins its survival functions with the adrenal glands injecting into the bloodstream causing the heart to beat faster which, in turn, enables the body to perform extraordinary feats of agility and strength. Where normally the Deer can jump 15 feet, the adrenaline enables the first leap to 40 or 50 feet: enough to escape from the present danger. The human being is no different…..” listen to more of Cus D'Amato’s fighting philosophy
The first time Dean went on a date with Cas, Meg tagged along. And being the impossibly nice guy that he is, Cas wouldn’t tell Meg to buzz off. But, it was just a trip to the arcade, and Meg was much better at the driving games than Cas, so it wasn’t so bad having some real competition. They pooled all their tickets together at the end of the night and Meg got a cheap necklace with an angel pendant that turned her skin green, Dean got a rainbow slinky that unkinked after three uses, and Castiel got a small stuffed cartoony bee that still sat on his desk next to his laptop at home.
The second time Meg went on a date with Cas, Dean butted in his stupid, crooked nose. They’d gone ice skating, and Dean was the one who had gotten them the discount on skates since his hockey team regularly used the rink, so she supposed she couldn’t really complain that he’d hung out with them. But seriously, couldn’t the guy take a hint? When she’d held Cas’ hand and asked him to help keep her steady, Dean had reached for Cas’ other hand and said that since he was the better skater, he’d help them all. She’d had more fun than she thought she would on an ice skating date with a third wheel, but that was beside the point. Cas kept the novelty mug the three of them had gotten their giant hot chocolate in and set his stuffed bee in it next to his laptop.
The third time Dean went on a date with Cas, Meg was there with her whiny, totally not sexy voice complaining that Dean should go find somewhere else to sit in the movie theater. Dean pointed out that it was a freaking drive-in theater and they were using his car. She’d rolled her eyes and told him they were out of popcorn. They were, but he refused to leave her alone with Cas for even five minutes. Who knows what she might do. Cas kept the ticket stub from the movie and propped it up in the bee’s arms where it sat in the mug next to his laptop.
The fourth time Meg went on a date with Cas, Dean Winchester was seriously on her last nerve. Cas had suggested they take a hike in the woods and Winchester’s stupid peanut M&M’s was why they wound up huddling anxiously in a deer stand twenty feet off the ground while a small black bear snuffled through the ground looking for any candy he had missed. While they waited, Cas made a small circlet out of moss and dried leaves. When they were finally able to climb down and run home, Castiel put the circlet like a crown around the bee’s head.
The fifth time Dean and Meg attempted to go on a date with Cas, there was a reckoning on the Novaks’ doorstep. Castiel eventually got them to shut up and come inside so that they could at least fight in his bedroom rather than on his front porch where everybody could see and most definitely hear them. Castiel sat them down on his bed, drew up the chair from his desk, and sat in front of them. He clasped his hands in his lap.
MARAUDERS ERA : James and Lily at Godric’s Hollow. She was scared. She was scared all the time. She was scared to lose James, or Harry, or both. She was scared to lose Sirius or Remus or Peter, because she would lose a part of James too. Lily couldn’t sleep without being haunted by the vision of a dying deer at her feet. And James… James was no longer the man she married. He was no longer that joyful, light-minded person. None of them was anymore, and she still loved him anyway. But he was always obsessed, anxious with every noise, with everything. She asked herself once if Harry’s cries weren’t part even of James’ anxiety too. The fear of Him hearing them. “What if we can’t just be James and Lily anymore?” she heard him saying once. “Look, Prongs, you two will always be James and Lily. Always. No matter what happens” Sirius said. She would have been grateful to Sirius for reassuring James, if only their conversations were not deliberately hidden from her. The news from the Order were rarer than before, and she started to suspect them – James and Sirius, they didn’t have much visitors other than him and sometimes Remus, mostly through the fireplace – of hiding some facts from her to not worry her, when she was still pregnant. She was angrier than sad. She was not that precious and tiny little thing, she never was.
Sophie Turner as Lily Evans // Ben Barnes as Sirius Black // Aaron Taylor-Johnson as James Potter. (part 1 and part 2)
I use animal bones a lot in my spells since they can add a strong connection to different parts of the body for your spells
Teeth connect to speech, use herbivore teeth for gentle but firm speech, carnivore teeth for biting curses, or when you need the strength to be loud and verbally brash.
Phalanges (knuckle bones) connect to hands or feet. Deer phalanges can be used for spells to help you go unseen or undetected.
Scapulae (shoulder blades) can help with bearing emotional weight (like carrying the world on your shoulders).
Ribs come from close to your core, and they protect the inner organs. Use them for protection spells, or to cage something in.
Baculum (penis bone) can be used VERY easily for lust spells. VERY EASILY. So be careful.
Skulls house the mind and protect it. They also hold the eyes, ears, nose…use a skull for a self-protection spell, or to watch/guard over a space. Think about what animal skull you are using too. A predator’s skull will guard better than a rodent’s skull, but a rodent’s skull could unnerve intruders as well. A fragile skull (such as from a small or young animal), will not be as effective in a protection spell.
Just think about the parts of the body the bones connect to, and how that could help your spells.
It’s the same way that Hershel survived a limb amputation but Tyreese did not. And the same reason a single bullet could pass through a healthy deer, travel several feet and then pierce Carl’s body, yet a hail of bullets could not penetrate a rotting, squishy walker body pressed flush against Daryl.
It’s not about the medical facts or physics. It’s simply that they decided these two scenarios would exist and would have different outcomes. It’s what the writers do, and though it would be NICE if there was some logic in the details and differences that result in the different outcomes, it doesn’t always happen.
That in itself is, oddly, somewhat realistic because for as many stories you can find of someone surviving a gunshoot wound to the head, there’s as many stories of someone dying from a single punch or from tripping over a kerb. People can die from tiny things and survive huge traumas practically unscathed.
And in the case of TWD, that’s what’s happened. It’s not unfair it’s just writing that tells the story they want to tell. They wanted Carl to survive, so he will be shown to be relatively unhurt (apart from his eye) and rushed to a doctor who saves him, whilst they wanted Beth to die so we saw her brains fly out of her head, and her dead body be carried out of a hospital.
Thank you bunches for being so supportive, April. I’m glad we bonded over Baz’s poetry
Splendid thoughts With careless execution
Unjust existence Monstrous habits Coiling down Consuming me from the inside out Like a flame Licking up my arms
How unfair This world is How cruel This fate is I live in an ugly stain Grease on clean white linen I live an ugly lie Politician smile Hiding fangs and bloodlust Crisp suits and Pressed shirts This isn’t me
Stake to my heart Gasoline to my skin Bronze curls and Eyelashes casting shadows Against cheekbones carved From the Moon Moles spread across his skin Creating constellations Against the map of his body
You are beautiful This will end in flames You’re an absolute disaster A tragedy waiting to happen But your smile is like the sun And it brightens my World Like Crest Pro-White Brightens teeth
I want to rip My skin to shreds Peel it from my body Expose my blood Coursing Pumping Fingernails and flesh and Nothing My heart doesn’t beat
I will burn the world End it in a single night Ruin it the way it ruined me Start small and Continue until all that’s left is a Crispy corpse No fresh green scent Only smoke
Dig my eyes from my head Trying to understand How simple my existence is
I drained a mother tonight, Her deer children were sleeping 300 feet away
Absence Missing Pieces Ripped Missing Where am I? How long have I been Gone?
Sitting on a throne shaped from the sculpted rays of the sun. Crown a halo of gold around the mop of curls that rests on top of his head. Beautiful rose in a garden of weeds. Darling, have you heard, there’s been a new king named. Darling, it’s you.
Dizzy daydreams About you I love you I hate you I love you I hate you I want to kiss you Everywhere On your moles on your lips I want To kiss you Everywhere
Colgate blue eyes Shining in the sun From the window in the classroom Glaring at me Like I’ve murdered his mother I don’t eat humans Simon Snow But I want to eat you up
The stars are Memories Forgotten but clinging to the Life they held So dear And you are my favorite star Simon Snow But you will never be forgotten
You are every Mentioned and forgotten Greek hero You are my hero Brave and stupid You are the savior of My world and This world You would give your life To protect everyone else’s Simon Snow The chosen one My chosen one I love you
The sky matched your eyes In a way that only happens in books And I thought ‘How lovely it must be To be Simon Snow’ And then you looked up And caught me staring And asked ‘What are you staring at , Baz’ You said it in a way that I felt Must have meant That you knew what I was thinking So I sneered and said ‘You’ve got something on your face, Snow.’
A dark pit of disgust Like the pit in an olive My rotting insides Turned inside out Into hateful words and Cigarette breath Oh sweet youth Golden skinned Pink cheeked Oh sweet misery How I want to wrap my fingers in Your golden locks and Get lost in your magical kiss Oh sweet youth Let me in
How can I be Drowning in the eyes Of my sworn enemy There is no prize To claim How can this feeling remain So Innocent
Simon Snow. His name is like lye on my tongue. Tearing through my flesh like vultures through a corpse. Simon Snow, an actual child of the sun. A ray of sunshine in this gloomy hell I’ve grown so accustomed to.
Fingers and kisses and forehead presses and your voice saying my name Over and Over and Over again And when you look at me Your gaze is understanding And warmth “You’re not a monster, Baz” and not “You’re a disgusting demon of The night, you need to die and I’d be happy to kill you.”
I see you carrying the world on your back. Knees buckling under the weight of it all. But you’re still grinning, Saying “It’s alright, this is nothing.”
One of us will die before this war ends And I have a really sick feeling in my gut That’s telling me It’s not going to be me
Head over heels and tumbling Down Down Down Simon Snow you’re a tornado in my heart Sending everything upside down And all around.
Hey, reckon you could pls do a Bellamy x reader one where Bellamy has to banish the reader from the camp (she was too rebellious or whatever) and about a week (or however long) goes by and Bellamy is worried about the reader, one day he is hunting alone and grounders surround him and their leader steps forward and it is the reader all badass :3 You can decide if they capture him etc etc, or if you want to do more than 1 part :)
Type: Bellamy Blake x reader Warnings: Bad language
You were called to the dropship because of your behavior off the last days. You started fights whenever you liked it and you didn’t work because you didn’t wanted to. So Clarke and Bellamy decided to have a meeting to talk about what to do with you. You almost knew you would get banished, after what they did to Murphy. But you didn’t really care, there was no one who would keep you here anyway. The only person you cared about was Bellamy, and it didn’t look like he cared about you, so why would you want to stay?
You didn’t even knock, you just walked in and waited. “Y/N” Clarke spoke. “Considered your behavior of the past days, we decided to banish you. You’ll have an hour to pack your things and leave.” She continued. You nodded, looking at Bellamy for a moment who was looking at his feet. You turned, heading to your tent an starting to pack your things.
You made sure you had enough water and clothes. You would have to search for food yourself. You had everything packed when Bellamy entered your tent. “You want something?” you asked him whilst zipping the backpack. He sighed. “I just wanted to let you know it wasn’t my decision to banish you.” You nodded. “Well it won’t keep me here right?” “I can’t let you go there without a gun.” He said, handing you his revolver. “Yeah I won’t be needing that.” You answered, showing the gun you had put in your pants and a knife that set in your boot. He cracked a smile and shook his head. He should’ve know you made sure you could defend you.
Without saying anything else you’d left. Bellamy worried about you for every minute after that moment. He didn’t believe in God, but he prayed you were still alive. He regretted the decision the ‘leader’ group made, the minute you left. If people left the camp for hunting of getting some water, he always made sure he was with them, desperately looking for a sign of you so he would know you were still alive.
But he also went hunting alone. He was about to kill a deer a few feet away when he heard someone step on a twig behind him. He looked behind him immediately and saw 4 grounders. He knew it was a lost cause but he did everything he could to defend himself. One of the grounders knocked his sleeve though, and he passed out right away. … When he woke up, Bellamy was lying in a tent. He saw to guards standing at his side. One of them went to get their leader and Bellamy couldn’t breathe for a second when he saw you entering his tent. “Y/N!” he screamed “You’re alive.” He smiled. You demanded the guards to go wait outside the tent. Bellamy looked at you, covered in warpaint and grounders clothes. “You have no idea how glad I am to see you. Let’s go back to camp.” You sighed. “I’m with them now Bellamy. They actually appreciate my fighting skills.” You grinned.
“But this isn’t your world Y/N! These aren’t your people, you belong with us.” He spoke. “I’m sorry Bellamy I made my mind, I’m staying. These guys need a leader. I’m not going back.” You shook your head. He looked you deep in the eyes, and you wanted to hug him really tight. But you made your mind. “You can go back, no one will hurt you, but don’t go hunting alone anymore ok?” He nodded, standing up and walking over to you. He was still a little dizzy but he didn’t mind. “Please come back Y/N. The camp need you. I need you.”