A small portion of some of my favourite
quotes from classic literature. Feel free to change and adjust them to
“ I have been bent and broken, but - I hope - into a better shape. ” “ Don’t cry, I’m sorry to have deceived you so much, but that’s how life is. ” “ I am fearless, and therefore powerful. ” “ Why are women so much more interesting to men than men are to women? ” “ Happiness in intelligent people is the rarest thing I know ” “ Unless he is suffering, how can you be sure that he is obeying your will and not his own? ” “ I have great faith in fools - self-confidence my friends will call it. ” “ Do you know where the wicked go after death? ” “
Actually that’s my secret — I can’t even talk about you to anybody
because I don’t want any more people to know how wonderful you are. ” “ Will you love me in December as you do in May? ” “ Hell is empty and all the devils are here! ” “
Believe only half of what you see and nothing that you hear.
” “ You must allow me to tell you how ardently I admire and love you. ” “ I have gone to the forest. ” “ I got you to look after me, and you got me to look after you, and that’s why. ” “ One cannot think well, love well, sleep well, if one has not dined well. ” “ Experience is merely the name men gave to their mistakes. ” “ If you want to keep a secret, you must also hide it from yourself. ” “ The truth is rarely pure and never simple. ” “
Power is in inflicting pain and humiliation.
” “ Some are born great, others achieve greatness. ” “ I didn’t mean no harm. ” “ My life has the tendency to fall apart when I’m awake, you know? ” “ If I cannot inspire love, I will cause fear! ” “ And now that you don’t have to be perfect, you can be good. ” “
I want to ruin you
What is hell? I maintain that it is the suffering of being unable to love.
To die laughing must be the most glorious of all glorious deaths!
If I knew myself, I’d run away.
Lauren isn’t expecting much from her twenty second
birthday. All the important milestones had already passed, all of them leaving
her empty handed. No Hogwarts letter had arrived on her eleventh birthday, no
mermaid tail had appeared on her thirteenth. The enormously prophetic sixteenth
year – the year famously known for having destinies foretold, for being
kidnapped by gods, for falling into a ridiculous love triangle – had come and gone
with nothing of note. The most magical part of her twenty first birthday had
been that’d she’d manage to consume that amount of alcohol without dying
No grand epics begin on the day of someone’s twenty
This is because of those unlucky enough to be chosen
at this tender age – most don’t ever make it back.
Dead men tell no tales, after all.
(Dead women do. The bones and bubbling corpses of
hundreds of daring, unfortunate women are screaming warnings and fury at the
next girl to join their ranks of the lost and forgotten.
But no one listens to a woman’s screaming.
No one will listen to your screaming either.
Sorry, dear. )
She wakes up and goes to the bathroom to get ready
for the day.
This is a hasty decision, of course, although she
does not know it at the time.
This may be her last morning. If she’d known, maybe
she would have savored it. Snuggled into her warm sheets, pressed her face into
the softness of her pillow, pulled the comforter about her bare shoulders, the
most instinctual and simple of comforts.
But then again. Maybe not.
There is also an instinctual, twisted pleasure in
ripping off the bandaid.
warnings: sexual themes, don’t read if not comfortable.
Spring in Neverland was probably the prettiest season. The flowers were returning from their long winter slumber and the whole island turned green with renewal. The air was cold but the sun warmed the Earth just enough that you could run around in short sleeves and you would be fine.
You and the three other Lost Girls all decided to take a walk in the forest to the meadow you had discovered earlier before. It was small and lush, perfect to relax in without the pestering gazes of the Lost Boys.
The four of you sat in a circle, with Wendy to your right and the newer Lost Girl, Lucy on your left. They chatted of the day’s events and picked at the clovers patches around them. The conversation soon turned into gossiping about the boys they liked and the boys they didn’t like.
“Who do you like, (Y/N)?” The girl, Bethany said across from you as she tried to weave daisy flowers in between her braid.
“I’m actually not really sure. I don’t think I like anyone.”
“Right.” Wendy said sarcastically, leaning back on her elbows. “Because we all can’t see how you and Pan look at each other.”
“I think Felix really likes me!” Lucy chimed in, followed by Bethany agreeing with her.
“Pan and I don’t look at each other in any way you’re thinking.” You said with a raised eyebrow, pointing a finger at her.
“Look, you’re even raising your eyebrows all dramatically like he does!”
“I am not!” You defended.
“I swear, every time I see Pan he’s ordering someone around or sending someone to the cages.” Bethany said.
“When I first arrived here, Pan took my necklace. He said that he didn’t want it to remind me of home, and that I was in Neverland now.” Lucy sighed sadly at the memory.
“He’s too arrogant for his own good, expecting we treat him like the king he thinks he is. He’s such a taker, taking everything in hopes it benefits him in some way.” You agreed. “That’s why I don’t like him.”
Wendy rolled her eyes but dropped the subject.
Lucy took over the conversation next, giggling about all the things Felix has said to her that has convinced her that he liked her. You spaced out, thinking about what Wendy had said. What does she know anyways? You did not like Pan. Sure he was a pretty boy, with a milk and honey complexion and a smooth accent that made everything sound lovelier than it was, but his blinding hubris was enough to steer you away. Or you wished it did.
A rustling noise, so quiet and soft brought you out of your trance and made you look over to the bushes. A dark figure stayed in your line of vision only for a millisecond before he was gone, retreating back into the forest.
Your eyes widened. Had someone been watching you?
“Did anyone else see that?“ You questioned aloud, bringing the girls out of their conversation about one of Bethany’s latest pranks.
“See what?” Wendy echoed, turning around in the direction you were pointed at. A few beats of silence passed, the only thing heard was the everyday sounds of the forest.
“It was probably just a Lost Boy coming to let us know that it’s time to come back.” Bethany said, brushing her pants off and standing up. Lucy and Wendy agreed, standing up as well but you weren’t sure. What kind of person would lurk around and then run? Still unconvinced, you followed the girls out of the meadow, heading back to camp.
Coming up to the camp entrance, Felix stood leaning against the trunk of a tree, arms crossed and a smirk stuck on his long face. Lucy immediately glowed up at his appearance.
“Hi Felix!” She called with a wave. You, Wendy and Bethany sighed at how overly preppy she got in the presence of a boy.
He gave a nod in hello back but his eyes stayed trained on you. You looked away, pretending not to notice.
“(Y/N),” Felix said. “Pan wanted me to tell you to go see him when you got back.”
“Where is he?”
You rolled your eyes and nodded; whatever his royal highness wanted. You waved bye to the Lost Girls, promising you’d be back later and started walking to the large tree situated in the back of the camp.
Climbing up the latter, you knocked on the hatch to let him know you were coming in, and pulled yourself the rest of the way up. Pan sat on his bed with his back to you, hunched over.
“You wanted to see me?”
He sat there for a pause more. “Yes.” Pan said standing up. He wasn’t the tallest boy, but you still had to tilt your head up to look at his face.
“Well… what did you want to see me for?”
“What were you girls talking about today?”
You scrunched your eyebrows. “Nothing, just stuff.”
“Stuff?” He said lowly. “Stuff like how I’m too arrogant for my own good?”
You froze, hearing your own words come out of his mouth. Someone had been watching you. Felix, you thought with a scowl.
“How I selfishly take everything in hopes it’ll do me well. That may be usually true but in this case…” He shook his head and sat on his bed, spreading his legs out in front of him. “Come here.”
“Come here, (Y/N).” He repeated, patting the tops of his legs.
You questionably walked over and with the encouragement of his hands, sat on his lap with your legs stretched on either side of his thighs. His grip on your hips pulled you the rest of the way forward, so close that your chests touched. Now, it was him that looked up to you.
“I can be a giver. I can give you lots of things.” With this he leaned forward, pressing light kisses on the column of your throat. You reached your arms around and held onto his broad shoulders, tightening your grip when the kisses turned to bites.
“Can I give to you, love?”
You wordlessly nodded, allowing him to flip you over and lay you on the bed. You closed your eyes and breathed deeply as he rolled your dress up and laid kisses on your belly, moving lower and lower until he touched the place you wanted him the most.
The rest of the day was spent with Pan showing you in more ways than one that he loved giving as much as he loved taking.
I don't know if you're still doing the "Travel Drabbles" buuuuut if you are, would you be interested in writing a drabble with the prompts of 'killugon' and 'royalty'? I really love royalty aus haha ^^ If not just ignore this whole thing! (you're really great and an incredible writer by the way and every time you post anything it makes my day okay bye)
[shows up with prompt fill two weeks late] so uh, hallo, anyone want cookies? dc, this prompt was excellent. fun fact: I had the last two lines done basically since this hit my inbox, I just had to figure out how I’d get there. killugon, royalty au, 600 words
It takes almost a week for anyone from the Zoldyck castle to finally track Killua down after he’s kidnapped. Not like it matters really: even if he hadn’t been able to take care of his attackers—which he was, he’s a prince not a weakling—traveling mercenary and accidental freer of princes Gon Freecss has been more than capable. Once he’d cut Killua’s bindings and put a small dagger into his hands, the two of them had cut a swath through the bandit camp. The following week has been…
For Gon, it’s probably been an irregular but otherwise acceptable week of mercenary work—although he hasn’t gotten paid at all, and the gold offered by the Zoldyck butlers is turned down with an awkward laugh. He’s certainly taken Killua being the heir to a small but almost hilariously affluent kingdom with barely a blink.
But for Killua, it has been everything. Because for the first time, someone didn’t give a shit about who he was supposed to be, and only cared about him.
“Will I see you again?” Gon asks, expression tight with unspoken nerves. The idea of never seeing Gon again is utterly inconceivable. The realization that Killua doesn’t want to live in a world without his new friend hits him like a felled tree. It’s been a week. How has Gon turned his world on its head in a week. What would it be like with a month? A year?
“Of course, idiot.” Gotoh, Canary, and Amane are all glaring at him as though channeling Queen Kikyo and Prince Illumi all at once, but he doesn’t care.
Gon doesn’t look like he’s ready to let Killua go. “Then, take this as a promise!” he says, and holds out the same dagger that he’d shoved into Killua’s hands almost a week ago. The worn leather sheath is incongruous with the blue steel of the blade. It had been Gon’s father’s, once, and now it’s Gon’s—from Killua’s experience, he uses it more to slice meat and clean his nails than as any sort of memorabilia.
“Will you take it?” Gon asks again.
Killua grins. “It’s a promise,” he says, and tucks Gon’s dagger—his dagger into his belt.
Gon closes his hand over Killua’s, hot as a brand, and Killua’s heart flops over. He can’t stop smiling, though, not in the face of Gon’s grin. And then he’s gone, back into the forest, and Killua can breathe again.
Gotoh’s glare deepens. “Do you know how furious your brother will be,” he says.
Killua shrugs. “You found me, right? And Gon found me first. So there’s no harm done.” Not if he can convince Gon to visit at the palace soon. Maybe he’ll come for Killua’s birthday? Or a feast day? Or maybe Killua can make something up…
“My prince,” Canary says in a tone that might as well be saying you complete idiot. “You are aware the Freecss family is from Whale Island?”
“Of course. Gon told me all about it. He even invited me to visit his aunt—which I’m going to, first chance I get.” He dares them to challenge this, one of the sparingly few things Killua’s ever wanted for himself.
Gotoh’s expression falls into bemused frustration, making Amane and Canary both cough back laughter. He says, “Then you must also know that for the people on Whale Island, willingly accepting a personal dagger is equivalent to accepting an engagement for marriage?”
By the third spar Annie has decided Eren has a body like a finely tuned machine, probably a secondhand typewriter that at some point regurgitated all its metal innards and had them jimmied back together with chicken wire and spit.
She was staring at the lantern, making her mind up about something. Her exhaustion was so palpable she could have bent the air around her like a candle. When she spoke his skin crawled: it seemed for a moment like he was listening to something ancient—the mountain below him, the black inanimate maw of the ravine on its slow crawl into the distance, cleaving the older, colder earth.
“What would it be like,” she said, “to be right about something that would mean everything else had gone. Terribly wrong.”
It’s been years since those days, but she still doesn’t know if she’s a girl that can become a titan, or a titan disguised as a girl. It matters though, because he treats her as a human being, and it feels like forever since someone saw her as anything other than a weapon.
Two years after the war, homicide detective Eren Jaeger is still haunted from the horrors he has seen, and nothing seems to help. And after the death of who he would call a friend, he will see more of those horrors. Will Detective Jaeger be able to get to the bottom of this case and retain his sanity?
Humanity survived and the Titans have been wiped out. All that remains is to help repopulate. The Military has issued out a series of surveys to all factions of which each member must complete in order to ensure maximum compatibility. That is not to say the results will be agreeable, however.
She is angry and she is scarred. She bares her teeth and pulls out her sword of righteousness, prepared to unleash years of vengeance. She is fierce, strong, livid, and justified. But Levi can see it in her eyes that above all, she is damaged.
Though her studying methods are impeccable, Mikasa learns that sometimes, she must read between the lines.
- Difficultby Rose White007 (rated T) [this has 100+ chapters and a sequel]
Levi and Mikasa are difficult people. Difficult to speak with, difficult to socialize with & difficult to understand. They are so much alike that it makes it difficult to tell where one begins and the other ends.
I suggest you look up some authors’ works because they contain a surprisingly good heap of Ereani and Rivamika content. Enjoy :D
Can you do a Pan image based off of the song Lovesick Melody by Paramore please????
You listened to Peter’s every order he gave you. Clean this, make that, fix it… You never complained. Not like the Lost Boys did. They complained a lot unless it was an order to play a game or practice fighting.
But you, oh you were sucked in and trapped underneath Peter’s spell; his song. Especially when he’d tell you sweet things. Of course he told you these things more in private when the others couldn’t hear. Most times you thought they were just words, that he was just telling you what you wanted to hear. Though deep down, you knew he meant it, and you were far too gone anyway.
“God, why do I love him so much?” You groaned to yourself. You were out finding firewood for the bonfire tonight. “He doesn’t give me any special treatment… does he?”
You thought about it. he didn’t treat you like a girl. He treated you like a regular Lost Boy. So why did you love him so much?
“Ugh!” You groaned. “I’m stuck in some lovesick melody or something!”
You tried to distract yourself, trying not to think about Peter. Thing is, you thought about him a lot more than you thought you did. It was hard to get him out of your mind. There was something about him that made you go crazy over him. You wanted out of this melody of sorts, thinking it would make life on Neverland just a bit easier.
“Y/N, you’ve been acting funny lately. Everything okay, my lady?” Peter appeared behind you.
You only shrugged. Peter looked down at you. He sighed, glancing back at camp where the boys were messing around.
“Let’s go for a walk, have a chat.” He put his hand on the small of your back.
You and Peter walked into the forest, disappearing from the boys. You were tense, trying to calm yourself down. You always got like this when alone with Peter. He was so charming and so wonderful. Yet apathetic and harmful.
“What’s bugging you?”
“Nothing. I’m just in my head lately. Is that a crime?” You chuckled awkwardly, walking ahead of Peter.
Peter rolled his eyes.
“You’re a terrible liar, but you are a beautiful one.”
You blushed, turning around to see his face. “Pan, stop.”
“I thought I told you not to call me Pan. I don’t like it when you call me that.” He pouted, butting his lip and giving you puppy eyes. “Tell me what’s really wrong.”
A sigh escaped your lips. “I’m under your… spell. Like some lovesick melody thing. It’s what I’ve been calling it lately at least. And you don’t have a clue! You don’t know what you do to me, Peter. Don’t you see I’m falling? For you? I don’t wanna be in love, but at the same time I do.”
Peter for once was a little shocked. Part of him knew what you were going to say, but the rest he didn’t expect at all.
“Well, my lovely girl–”
“See? And you say these things that make me go bananas, but I know you don’t mean them.”
“Whoa, whoa, let me stop you there,” Peter furrowed his brows together. “Who said I didn’t mean them?”
You heart fluttered and cheeks flushed. You were trying so hard not to let him get to you, too.
“I just tho–”
“You thought wrong, Y/N,” he chuckled once. “I’ve meant every word. Every little word. You’re an adorable girl.”
You became flustered. You weren’t sure what to say or how to respond. You couldn’t believe what you were hearing. You knew Peter played games just to get what he wanted.Thing was, he wasn’t getting anything from you.
“Oh,” was all you could muster.
Peter kissed your crimson cheek. “I’ll see you later, beautiful. Don’t be late for dinner.”
Just like that, he was gone. You were left in the forest by yourself. You stood there in silence, thinking about everything that just happened. You were far too gone in this lovesick melody. And although a huge part of you didn’t want to sing along, you didn’t want out.
Authors notes: I think there will only be one chapter after this! I can’t believe this has come to a close! Thank you all so much for your feedback and likes!!
-A huge thank you to @hymnofthevalkyries for being my Beta on this series! You are the best Momma V!
-Over all: emotional and mental abuse, violence, anxiety and nightmares. There will be fluff eventually, I promise. :)
-For this chapter:
Angst, anxiety, terror, fighting and screaming.
She ran as fast as she could through the darkening forest. The rain that poured down would have been comforting if it hadn’t been for the drop in temperature and the death that followed behind her. Sounds of his laughter crashed against her ears from every direction. She knew there was only one of him chasing her but his abilities made it seem like an army was at her heels.
How long had she been running?
Her lungs began to ache from her depleting stamina but she forced herself to keep breathing. Pounding against the lightly damp ground beneath her, (Y/N) pushed her legs to keep going. Her mind, however, was weakening just as fast as her body.
There are places in Wales I don’t go:
Reservoirs that are the subconscious
Of a people, troubled far down
With gravestones, chapels, villages even;
The serenity of their expression
Revolts me, it is a pose
For strangers, a watercolour’s appeal
To the mass, instead of the poem’s
Harsher conditions. There are the hills,
Too; gardens gone under the scum
Of the forests; and the smashed faces
Of the farms with the stone trickle
Of their tears down the hills’ side.
Where can I go, then, from the smell
Of decay, from the putrefying of a dead
Nation? I have walked the shore
For an hour and seen the English
Scavenging among the remains
Of our culture, covering the sand
Like the tide and, with the roughness
Of the tide, elbowing our language
Into the grave that we have dug for it.
‘Reservoirs,’ R.S Thomas
I can’t express how important this is to us in Wales. 50 years ago a village in Snowdonia was flooded in order to provide water to Liverpool. This meant removing the inhabitants from a place they called home. They lost their homes, their chapel, their school, even their dead, as the cemetery was also emerged in water.
Despite fierce opposition, protests, and even pointing out the fact there were plenty of other uninhabited places that a dam could be placed, they still went ahead and drowned an entire village. Even though the city of Liverpool apologised, it will never fill the void they have left us with.
follower milestone prompt: Kristoff has been wounded by magical means but keeps the truth from Anna - angst please <3
He’d gone into that part of the forest that Grand Pabbie had told him not to, stern warnings over the course of his life that he had only mindlessly nodded at. But when Sven got spooked by some unsuspecting forest creature, Kristoff had no choice but to follow him in.
In retrospect he should have been more careful, shouldn’t have touched anything like Grand Pabbie had warned, but the luminescent insects flitting about captivated him, and as he went to touch one, it suddenly stung. At first, it was no worse than a bee sting, but as time wore on he felt a cold sweat creeping up his spine. Not too long after that, the shivers started.
“Kristoff, are you alright?” Anna had looked up from her book by the fire, at Kristoff who had suddenly stood up from his chair and gone to the fire.
“Fine, Anna.” he fought to stop his teeth from chattering, fought to hide whatever it was that was afflicting him. He extended his hands towards the fire, but even the heat from the flames wasn’t enough to warm him up. He’d tried all the usual remedies they had in the castle kitchens, but none of them worked. Something else was going on.
“Okay then.” Anna looked at him doubtfully, “I’m going to bed then, are you coming?”
“Soon.” he replied as evenly as he could, “I just need to check on Sven.”
She nodded thoughtfully, squeezed his shoulder, then disappeared from the room.
By then, Kristoff’s vision was swimming, and he stumbled out of the castle to the stable. Grand Pabbie was the only one who could help him now, and as he spurred Sven on, he could feel his consciousness slipping. Sven didn’t have time to slow before Kristoff slipped to the ground, his last thought was the touch of his wife’s hand on his shoulder, before the world went black.
A/n: I’m so very tired. I went to sleep at 10pm AZ time and got up at 3am AZ time so thats about 5 hours of sleep and I have been up since then. I got lazy but I did something. Also I will probably not be posting any updates tomorrow because I’m going to be sleeping and then at the beach lol
“This is not the
Greenwood of old. The very air of the forest is heavy with illusion. It will
seek to enter your mind and lead you astray,” Gandalf says as he mounts his
horse causing you to sigh. Every time you needed him the most, he seemed to
disappear. That made you question his purpose in this quest.
us a stray? What does that mean?” you hear Bilbo ask and you shake your head at
your brother’s silliness. What did he think it meant?
matter what may come, stay on the path,” Gandalf shouts as he starts his trek
away from the forest. “Come. We must reach the mountain before the last light
of Durin’s day,” Thorin says, leading the group into the forrest and you follow
him, ignoring Bilbo’s question of “Durin’s Day.”
understood, now, what Gandalf had meant earlier. You were starting to feel the
effects of the forest and all you could do was feel groggy. You didn’t want to
continue this journey. All you wanted to do was sleep. You realized you lost
the path hours ago, but you still kept on following Thorin. You had questioned,
once, if it was a good idea to follow someone who got lost in the Shire, twice,
but you dare not voice it.
take a seat next to Dwalin as the company comes to a rest. Bombur, that oaf,
had fallen into the stream and it knocked him out causing almost all of the
members to carry him. You hear a giggle and you look up and in the distance,
you could see a woman. A hobbit woman. More specifically, your mother.
looked as beautiful as ever and there was a smile on her face. She was with
your father and he was just as you had remembered him. In their hands was a
stand, wanting to get closer to see what was going on.
lovely child,” Bella coos and your heart flutters.
is such a shame that we had lost our other child, but now we have more love to
give you, y/n,” Bungo says, smiling at you and you want to get closer. To feel
that love for once in your life. You move to make your way over to them, but a
hand grabs yours.
as you look down at the hand that dare stop you from your happiness and it only
deepens as you make eye contact with Bilbo. He looks away from you to the spot
you were looking at. You turn back to it and look at him again.
nods, the grip on your hand getting tighter.
course. They still look the same,” he supplies, swallowing a bit.
see yourself, obviously,” you say, looking back at your younger self being
picked up into their arms. It surprises you immensely when Bilbo shakes his
“I see you
as a child. Oh gosh, they love you so much,” Bilbo whimpers and you see his
eyes glistening. You frown looking back at the image before you. Was this
forest supposed show you your deepest desire? If it did, did Bilbo really wish
that you were the only child and that your parents loved you unconditionally? Your
hand unconsciously tightens around his trying to tug him with you to see your
parents, but Bilbo tugs you back.
you heard Gandalf. The forest seeks to lead us a stray. We must not let it do
so no matter how much we want to,” Bilbo whispers and you turn to look back at
him. You turn back and your father and mother were now gone, replaced with the
dark forest that you had entered.
really wish I was the only child?” you ask quietly.
since the day I heard you crying in your room, wishing you were never born,”
Bilbo says, before slipping his hand out of yours and joining the rest of the
company. You look back to the spot you saw your parents and you can’t help but
think about how different it would be if you were an only child.
So here is the Elriel fic I’ve been working on. Sorry it took so long! My January schedule is crazy so this is likely the only fic I’ll get to before February.
Thanks for reading!
[Elriel - In Their Garden]
Azriel watched Elain through the window of his small mountain home–their small mountain home. Her hair was like tendrils of liquid gold in the late morning sun. She was singing to herself. That sleepy, beautiful lullaby about the rose and the briar as she clipped the dead off her flowers. They’d build her garden together.
Their garden, Azriel thought. He was still not used to the wording.
When he’d found her, she had not been happy or golden or singing. She’d been bloody and burned and screaming. He shuddered at the memory, but could not keep it at bay.
Warnings: Fluff, A little Thor x Sif (Sorry not sorry)
Key: As always, (Y/N) is your name.
Mornings With You
You woke up earlier than Loki, as usual. You had married him 3 months ago and still haven’t quite adjusted to Asgard, still having the habit of waking up nice and early. Loki still had his arms tightly wrapped around you, a small smile managing to linger on his face. You gently crawled out of his grasp and got ready. You left your silk night gown on and brushed your hair.