she had a soul

Which door, she had asked, as she tenderly wept

In which door will your soul be kept?

Would he follow the one towards her ray of light

Or be lost forever in this cold, dark plight.

Could he live a life filled with happiness again

Break free of this darkness that shackled him?

He looked up again at her smiling face

His white dove, his life, his lady of grace.

Which door, she asked again, to die or to live?

With a smile, he replied, to live

bootyshakerkegrimm  asked:

I have a question involving Bahadur. Since he's known the MC since she was a child, if she had been more of a tomboy or something like that would he still act the same as he does in his route?

It would be rather difficult for MC to be a tomboy. Even if that were her inclination, she wouldn’t have been allowed to behave in an unladylike fashion, especially the older she got.

But I daresay, as long as she had a good soul, Bahadur wouldn’t feel any differently about her. Perhaps she’d push him into fits of exasperation a little more regularly?

the crossroads have seen too many girls
willing to sell their souls
for a beauty that already belonged to them.

a liminal space
where boundaries thin like wisps of smoke
in early dawn light.

but there is beauty in this too, soft pastel colours,
a quiet empty echo of laughter and then darkness,
encompassing and heavy, pressing into lungs
but still radiant somehow.

for now demons count souls
like dollar bills held close to devil red chests, smiles curling
because they think that they’ve won.

but one day those girls will see past black ringed promises
bartered at an intersection of road,
down to the skin that was already perfect
and that quiet empty echo of a soul that had been perfect too.

hell will see.
the four horsemen are nothing
compared to an army of girls ready to reclaim what is theirs.

l.s. | LIMINAL SPACE © 2017 

Matthew Mercer’s Raven Queen ™

I’ve been seeing a whole bunch of stuff being thrown around about the Raven Queen after the latest Talks Machina, mostly centering around the speech that could have happened if anyone in VM had tried to argue with the Raven Queen for Vax’s soul. For simplicity’s sake, just in case anyone hasn’t seen or read it, this is the speech Matt gave:

“Do you have idea how insignificant you are? You are the instruments of divinity. Everything you have accomplished is because we gave you the tools to accomplish it, for goals unforeseen to you that fit our needs and interests. You are nothing, and yet you come and beseech me this, after all I have done for you?”

And I get it, it’s incredibly rude! After everything VM has done, after everything they have bled for, struggled for, lived and died for, to call them insignificant at the moment of their greatest triumph? It’s a slap in the face right before she takes away someone who should have gotten the happy ending that everyone else was getting.

But I feel like maybe we’re forgetting a key element of the Raven Queen in the Critical Role setting.

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I’LL ALWAYS BE BY YOUR SIDE 

Lightning Bolts - Thor x Curvy!Reader

Request: I saw request are open could you do a Thor x chubby/ plus size reader? And reader wears an outfit (shorts and tank or a bathing suit) that’s shoes off her stretch marks and Thor sees them and thinks they are like little lightning marks says she is his?

Warnings: Just pure fluff, a few kisses

Words: 830+

A/N: Requests are still open! Please tell me what you think!


She looked down at her body in the mirror, watching the simple underwear she had at least four sets of, but suddenly wished she didn’t as much as own. She looked at the stripes which crawled down her hips, to the ones that were on her stomach. Some were light and barely visible whilst some were much newer and flesh-pink. She hated the look of them. The stretch marks and the rolls on her stomach were the two things she hated about herself.

How had she been able to meet Thor with them? How could they have dated for a month and how could she be anxiously waiting by the mirror as they were about to share the same bed for the first time? What about her could possible be attractive enough for a god? A king?

“Y/N?” It was Thor who knocked on the bedroom door. As the gentleman he was, he had waited outside the bedroom whilst she got changed. She would have loved to be comfortable enough to get undressed before him, tease him to a hundred percent, but she just want that person no matter how much she wished she was. Insecurity had hindered her from doing things her entire life, and it had almost rendered her too insecure to accept Thor when he asked to take her out the first time, but she was overjoyed by the fact that she had been brave enough to say yes.

“Y/N?” He repeated in worry as she took too long. She stuttered, at a loss of words as she saw herself in the mirror and hated what stared back at her. When a few more moments passed, the bedroom door flung open as a worried, suddenly shirtless, Thor searched the room hectically until his eyes landed on her.

He raked up and down her body, his lips slowly parting before closing as he swallowed harshly. He kept staring and she felt her cheeks burn in embarrassment.

“Sweet mother…” His voice trailed into an airy gasp. Her eyes lowered to the floor, insecure beyond compare as Thor approached.

Startled, she looked up as Thor’s, large hands cupped both of her cheeks, forcing her to look up into his eyes. “You have my mark.”

A crease formed between her brows. “What?”

“My mark…” He let a finger trail down her chest to her stomach before tracing one of the dozens of stretch marks. “Lightning bolts, marking you as mine.”

She let out a short breath for a laugh, cheeks still burning red. “That was the cheesiest thing I’ve ever heard.”

“What does cheese have to do with this?” Thor asked so genuinely her heart warmed in pure affection for the brute of a man who had such an innocent soul.

“Nothing.” She assured with a smile and leaned into the touch of the hand which was still holding her cheek, closing her eyes. Thor softly curled his free arm around her back and brought her into his bare chest, the hand on her cheek moving to the back of her head. He bent his head down and leaned down to the crook of her neck and breathed in her natural scent, which to him was the eight wonder of the world.

He opened his eyes, looking down on the floor behind them without her noticing. He thought about saying it, just like he had many times, but this time it felt more opportune than ever before.

“I love you.” He said it, the three words which carried so much meaning to them. He could feel how Y/N slowly pulled away from him and her eyes met his. She couldn’t believe him. He knew she was wrongfully insecure about herself and that she always seemed so afraid that she would do something wrong whenever she was around him. He just wished she could see how he truly felt.

“Y-you do?” She stuttered, eyes glistening in the mellow light of his bedroom.

“Of course I do…” He couldn’t resist. He leaned down to her lips and kissed them as softly as he could. His lips curled around her bottom one and her right hand went to the back of his neck as she sighed into their first kiss.

They pulled away, Thor leaning his forehead against hers without opening his eyes. They stood there for a moment until Thor let out a quiet chuckle.

“What?” Y/N looked up into his eyes which were focused on their feet before meeting hers.

“Well, I assume you don’t love me back as you didn’t say anything…” He had a smug smile plastered on his face. Her heart skipped a beat, fear taking over her features.

“What- no! No, no, I love you. I promise I really do-” He kissed her again, silencing her rambling. She kissed back instantly and hated how much she already loved his kisses.

“Relax.” He smiled. “Don’t worry so much. I’m not going anywhere…”

She loved the sound of that.

Favorite Color? (Soulmate Au)

Originally posted by newtloveshisfantasticbeasts

Request: A soulmate Au where you see grey until you meet your soulmate.


The world had always been grey for (Y/n), and it would probably be grey for the rest of her life. You see (Y/n) was raised by a pure-blood family, and being a pure-blood came at a cost. They never meet their soulmate. Sure on occasions, if you were lucky, they’re betrothed was their soulmate but most of the time it never happened.

She was only 7 when she found out that most people could see in color. Which surprised her, considering her parents also only saw grey. That’s when (Y/n)’s parents explained about soulmates and how if she met hers then the world became colorful. Even then she still was okay with seeing grey for the rest of her  life.

That was until (Y/n) arrived in Illvermorny. Sure for awhile all the kids saw grey but by 5th year almost all of them could see in color. All except the pure-bloods. She tried to ignore the taunts of being called “Soulless.” or the taunts of “Hey pure-blood are you sure there’s even someone for you out there?” That’s when the hatred for grey bubbled inside her. 

It was that very blasted color that kept her from being normal. That one color. The bullying was extremely worse one day and that’s when she met the Goldsteins. 

“Hey Pure-blood you do know what color this is right?” A boy taunted waving a grey fabric in her face. No matter how hard she concentrated (Y/n) couldn’t tell, but she knew what happened if she got it wrong. Tears gathered in her eyes as she grew more and more frustrated. “Hey pure-blood I don’t hear an answer!”

“Leave her alone! She’s not bothering anyone” A voice cried out catching the group off guard. Another student, a girl, stood with her arms cross. She was a fairly tall girl with short wavy hair and a frown was on her face.

The boy huffed slightly. “Aw come on Queenie it’s just a little fun!” (Y/n) watched cautiously as the girl made her way over with a sweet smile on her face. It honestly scared (Y/n).

Queenie let out a giggle and replied,”Oh I’m sure it is, but do you want me to tell your soulmate about your other fun?” The boy’s face seemed to get paler and Queenie smirked. “That’s what I thought now run along.” Tina plopped down beside (Y/n) as the boy quickly made his get away. “Are you alright sweetie?”

(Y/n) shifted slightly and gave Queenie a thankful look. “Yea it’s pretty normal…” She mumbled fiddling with her hands.

Queenie huffed slightly shaking her head causing her curls to bounce in every direction. “Well it shouldn’t!” She turned to (Y/n) and smiled. “I’m Queenie Goldstein by the way.”

(Y/n) smiled slightly. “(Y/n) (L/n)… It’s nice to meet you…”

It seemed after that day (Y/n) no longer cared about colors. Cause when she met the Goldstein sisters she found out that not only pure-bloods got stuck seeing grey. That in fact sometimes other people met their soulmates later on in life. In fact, she had accepted that she might not meet her soulmate and decided that grey was her favorite color. That was until she met her soulmate.


(Y/n) had been slightly fidgety all day. Queenie was bringing her soulmate over to meet her along with his friend. She would have been glad for it, but this was not the week. You see (Y/n) and her parents had struck a deal a long time ago. She had 1 year to find her soul mate or else she would be married off. This was her last week to find him, but she knew that no matter what she couldn’t say no to Queenie.

So here she was in one of her nice dresses waiting for Queenie to show up. She glanced around making sure that her apartment was all set. Her great horned owl, Athena, was perched in her cage sleeping. All her papers were neatly organized on the coffee table in the living room. The flames in her fireplace were going steady and she glanced into the kitchen. the table was all set for everyone and the food was still cooking.

A small knock sounded on the door and (Y/n) was instantly at the door. “Queenie!” She exclaimed hugging the girl tightly. 

Queenie let out a laugh and pulled out of the hug. She grinned widely at the girl. “(Y/n)! It’s so good to see you!” She stepped inside and pulled a short man in with her. “(Y/n) meet Jacob my soulmate!” Queenie leaned in and whispered excitedly,”He’s also a no-maj so let’s try to keep this quiet.”

(Y/n)’s eyes widened slightly at the word “No-maj” but kept her mouth shut. She and Queenie knew the consequence of being caught… But if Queenie was happy that was all that mattered. She smiled at Jacob and held out her hand. “Nice to meet you Jacob.”

He smiled slightly. “It’s nice to meet you as well  (Y/n). Queenie speaks fondly about you…”

(Y/n) smiled slightly at the thought. She suddenly remembered something and frowned. “Hey wasn’t there supposed someone else?”

Queenie giggled and replied,”He’s outside the door… He’s just a little shy” She took Jacob’s hand and sang, “Come on Newt. She won’t bite.”

(Y/n) watched as a tall man came into view. His curly hair covering his eyes as he stared at the ground. He was carrying a slightly beat up suitcase as well. “Hello I’m-.” The moment his eyes met hers a pain shot through her skull.

That’s when she saw it. At first she didn’t know how to describe it. It was the most beautiful color she had ever seen and almost immediately the name clicked. She was staring into his green eyes. That moment she decided at that very moment that green was her favorite color. His eyes were wide in shock.

“Newt? (Y/n)?” Jacob’s voice pulled the two back from their moment. ‘Are you two alright?”

(Y/n) let out a small laugh and turned to them again. Queenie instantly noticed the sparkle in her eyes. (Y/n) grinned and replied, “Yea Jacob perfectly fine.”

Newt stepped beside her and hesitantly took her hand. “I guess I should introduce you to my Soulmate,” Newt joked sending a flutter of butterflies through (Y/n).

Soulmate…. (Y/n) smiled softly at the word. I could love this….


HEY GUYS I’M BACK FROM THE DEAD! That’s right I’m back I have finally been inspired and it’s about time! Also any valentines day ideas would be awesome! Anyways this is my longest one I’m pretty sure so I hope you like it!s

The Data Theory

This theory was originally developed by derekscorner and revised last night. I delve into the theory a little bit myself and came up with something pretty incredible. Again, most of this theory is in credit to derekscorner. All I’ve done is branch it out a little more. You can read the original post along with what I came up with here.


Kingdom Hearts is never entirely clear on how it’s universe works. The only trustworthy information you can get is spoken by characters in cut scenes, usually rather vague and said with symbolism, or it’s hidden somewhere in the “Reports” you recover throughout all of the games.

Because of this, the game can constantly flex it’s rules to bring about more scenarios and fix discrepancies it might have had in the past. But assuming, with the release 1.5+2.5 for the PS4, all of those discrepancies were fixed and the game is official, theories about this game will now become all the more relevant. And sensible.

Most things in Kingdom Hearts can be explained away in a rather convoluted essay. However, there are still select few scenarios that fans can’t seem to tackle because it wouldn’t make sense for how the game’s universe operates. One of these leading scenarios is the issue of bringing the lost Nobodies back into existence. I’m talking about Roxas, Naminé, and Xion.

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Not Northside Material - Part 4

Originally posted by my-sweet-pea

A/N: Hit me up with that good good feedback! I love all of you and I’m so grateful for your support, especially with this series bc damn! Anywho, I hope you enjoy this part, you probably will if you like d r a m a. (Also I am a tad lazy so rest assured that there will now and always be mistakes everywhere, I’m sorry.)

Part 1 / Part 2 / Part 3 / Part 5 / Part 6 / Part 7

Summary: If anyone was opposed to this fight it was her, especially because she was dragged in without permission, she’s not happy about it and Sweets knows it. The worst part; he’s not happy either.

Words: 3,230

Warnings: Serpents, Swears, Brief mentions of violence, and some drama for a hot second.

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We’re Just Friends

Originally posted by adrypopescu

Thanks so much to darellybieber for requesting this. I loved writing it! Remember to send me requests, comments, concerns, or even a little bit about you. I’d love to get to know all of you! Thanks for the love and support as always! xx - L

Harry invites Y/N to come on vacation with him and his family, and true feelings are revealed.

Warnings: None

Word Count: 1,784

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Long Way Down // Spencer Reid x Reader

Warnings: A little bit of everything really


The end had finally come and despite the amount of time you spent preparing for it, it still felt like a punch in your stomach. The knot in your throat was painful and your lungs still struggled for air to breathe. Tears clouded your eyes and turned your vision blurry until his face was unrecognizable.

“You’re a coward,” you cried. “A fucking coward!”

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I Apologize in Advance

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So I still exist. Sometimes. I swear. AND TODAY I’VE RESURFACED TO DRAG YOU ALL BACK INTO THE PAIN AND SUFFERING I’M HAVING OVER MERCY /UGLY SOBBING

I’ve never mentioned it, but I’m a Mercy main. And this woman is so important to me. Lord. And since I didn’t have a Valentine this year, enjoy some Mercy feels. 

I’m so sorry. (Listen to this to make it hurt even more)

  • Mercy dies. Now we may all see this as a common thing in-game, but canonly, Mercy has never fallen. Not once. For who would ever be there to bring her back again?
  • She is always at her most vulnerable when flying in to declare that ‘heroes never die’, and she knows this, knows the stakes are too high and the environment too hostile, but she does it anyway.
  • Her significant other is the last soul she ever saves–imagine this to be who you will, I refuse to drag the ship war into this post–and their horrified face is burned into her retinas before everything goes dark.
  • Every person who has ever been revived by Mercy has received a golden scar in place of the killing blow. Some team mates are covered in flawless gold more than others, but in their hearts they all know they carry a piece of her with them. 
  • Until she falls. The moment the life leaves her eyes, those glimmering blessings fade into dark knots of scar tissue. Dull, just like the world has become without her in it. The only one that retains its glow is a piercing mark above her significant other’s heart, brought on by the most lethal blow of all–losing her.
  • Hundreds are in attendance for her funeral. All of them come baring stories of her compassion, of seeing her brilliant wings and a smile on her lips as the pain faded away, as the darkness fled and breath returned to once still lungs. So many of them keep glancing down at various scars, as if still in disbelief that the light behind them is gone. That she is gone.
  • As the skies open up and her body is lowered into the soil, the heavens weep for the woman who showed mercy one last time.

-Queen