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anonymous asked:

86 and andreil??

86: “Perhaps you’ll take me out one day — or do I have to make an appointment?” (I combined this with a prompt from foxpaws10 from ages ago based on this post, and I kind of warped both of your prompts i hope this is still okaaay basically it’s doctor andrew and that’s all u need to know)

His morning is a string of disasters that begins with covering the ER in the Sunday rush of hypochondriac elderly and fussy children. It’s one long stretch of kicked over paint buckets, a mess you can’t ignore, splattering the walls and getting on his shoes.

Andrew chose surgery almost entirely for the distance of it, the sterility of a room with a slab of meat, a tray of knives, and a sickness he can actually cut out.

He’s a doctor because he can be, and patients sometimes like that he doesn’t speak a word to them, like silence equals genius.

He likes that there are some patients that come into the ER unconscious and leave the OR unconscious, and all he has is a problem and a ticking clock. He always solves the problem. He thinks maybe it’s because he is one.

The sinking ship of his Sunday in the emergency room goes from slippery to debilitating with one patient.

Two showy ER doctors with their lab coats off and their sleeves rolled up go into the private room they’ve cordoned off, and they both come out looking pinched in the face with their stethoscopes clenched in their fists.

“He’s a fucking disaster,” one of them says, leaning up against the information desk with his eyes still pulling back to the closed door of the room.

“I know. I thought, I dunno. That the news was exaggerating.”

Andrew tilts his head and listens without making any move to leave his post, filling out inane charts as illegibly as he can.

One of the residents chances a look at him and Andrew makes a point of catching him. The guy startles, then juts his chin.

“Maybe you’ll get along with him, Minyard. He’s as crazy as you.”

“You’ve mistaken the hospital for a playground,” Andrew says mildly. “Give me his chart.”


“His chart.”

He looks at his friend, mouth slack, and then the one holding the chart holds it out like a dirty rag.

“He’s Boston’s starting striker,” he stage whispers. Andrew takes the clipboard and ignores him, scanning the details. “We’re not supposed to let any patients know.”

“That Neil Josten is causing a scene ten feet away from them?” he says, and the men titter uncomfortably. “Why should he get the luxury of privacy?”

“How did you—“

“The news is available to everyone, Bryant, you fuck.” He rounds the desk and makes for the closed and shuttered room, dropping the chart in the receptacle outside.

“He shouldn’t be allowed to practice,” someone says behind him, and then someone else, softer, scornful: “surgeons”.

Andrew wrings the door knob and finds himself abruptly face to face with the singular most swollen person he’s ever seen. He’s obviously bolting for it, his gown gaping at the neck and someone’s stolen shoes jammed on. Andrew scans the defiant face, the shock of red hair, the near invisible trail of blood from an incorrectly removed IV.

“Sit down.”


Andrew watches Neil Josten— and it is him, one of the handful of strikers on Boston’s team and certainly the most newsworthy — size him up. His eyes run the same circuit Andrew’s would if he were looking to fight his way out: door, threat, surreptitiously behind him for a weapon, back again.

“I’ll drug you,” Andrew says simply. Neil’s good eye, the one that isn’t purpling, goes narrow.

“Are you allowed to say that?”

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Aries – ripping off the band-aid, walking through a forest, being center stage, police sirens, fingernails tapping against a desk, boiling water, a sunflower field.

Taurus – chocolate melting, the ticking sound of a clock, blanket forts, sliding across a wooden floor in your socks, using sticks as swords, sunsets from the hood of a car.

Gemini – the scent that follows after you blow out a candle, how handwriting is like a voice, your first visit to a haunted house, a rigid spine, the sound of crunching leaves, church bells.

Cancer – holding hands in a hospital, lemonade on the hottest day of the year, a psychic’s parlor, sage & lavender & vanilla, hot air balloon ride over the city, windmills.

Leo – city life at night, an acid trip, paint splattered at the wall, bubblegum, a one-way ticket, broken mirrors.

Virgo – fireflies in the summer, back of the class, pacing & the click clack of high heels, bleach, waves crashing, sun kissed skin.

Libra – when the couple says “i do”, lucky charms, bonfires, finger painting, blowing kisses, ballet shows, sugar on the tip of your tongue, outstretched palms in the wrong direction.

Scorpio – being stuck at the top of a ferris wheel, wind in your hair during a midnight car ride at 90 mph, skin on skin, magnets on the refrigerator, a ceiling fan in the dead of night, sticky notes, foxes in the bushes.

Sagittarius – jet lag, a wolf howling, bad puns, five star restaurants, burning your tongue, chipped nail polish, walking barefoot through the mud, tree houses.

Capricorn – a loaded gun, the first snow fall of the year when everything is still and silent, the first breath after a panic attack, sun showers, the dreamy state when you’re running on no sleep, candy land, breaking through the surface.

Aquarius – cracking open a fortune cookie, city lights in the rain, scissors & wrapping paper, bats in caves, sneaking out for the first time, watching the sunrise with your best friends, a wildflower breaking through the cracks of a sidewalk.

Pisces – a canoe on the lake at dawn, wind chimes, spring, hundred year old trees, jazz music & feather boas, dream journals, glitter eye-shadow, art museums.
—  feeling association with the signs, a.l.
Unoffical Big Brother

Originally posted by coporolight

Pairing/Characters: Bucky x Avatar!Reader

Warning: tad bit of violence, swearing

Summary: When HYDRA captures a teenage girl to wipe her memories away and use her powers to kill, Bucky feels it’s his job to free the girl. There’s a connection between them, it’s not love, he’s protective of her.

Word Count: 1539

A/N: I made up a birthday and an age, I hope that’s okay! And also I don’t really have any knowledge of the Avatar, I just used what I remember from the show!

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*makes a post that reads “tyson chicken tendies are not very good” and the Tyson Chicken Man bursts through my bedroom wall and splatters my brains on the floor*

Lifeline (Part 1)

Note: I fixed the formatting!!This was a request that I took forever to write because I honestly didn’t know where to go with it until a little bit ago while being half asleep (the best ideas come at night).

Summary: Daryl rescues you from a walker attack, but your family doesn’t make it. You’re welcomed into Alexandria by Carl, who Daryl brings around you since you’re around his age. 

It was single-handedly the most gruesome thing you had ever seen. You heard nothing as you watched your family get taken down one by one, torn apart in places that included their hands, throats, and stomachs. Skin was torn, blood splattered across the walls and floors. It was practically a pool now. 

Your brother’s blood sprayed across your face and partly in your mouth, and you vomitted. Daryl held you by your waist as you continuously screamed and tried to escape his hold. He pulled you out the last second, and no one else could have possibly been saved by the onslaught of walkers that took over. 

You had never met him before, he just happened to be there ready to interrogate you and possibly welcome you into his camp. He rips you away from the scene with a look of sadness on his face and helps you escape out a small second story window which hurts your ankles a bit when you land. He rushes you to his bike all while your mind is in such a frenzy that you can’t even see straight.

l After reaching his gated community, he helps you off his bike and leads you into a house and into an empty room. He shakes his head at anyone who tries to speak to you. You don’t eat for days. You cry until you fall asleep, wake up, cry, sleep. It was an ongoing cycle that seemed to last forever. Daryl brought food to you three times a day. A boy was with him sometimes. He seemed around your age and wore a sheriff’s hat. 

 You ate some and threw some up. You never got much down. Your brother wasn’t able to eat anymore. He deserves to be here instead of you. You wondered if the pain of being eaten alive was as bad as your seemingly endless emptiness. All you felt anymore were your swollen eyes and a terrifying loneliness.

 About two weeks after the incident, you decide to take a very long shower and sit on your bed with fresh clothes on. A knock sounded on the door and then the boy entered with a small stack of comic books.

 “H-hey. You probably don’t want to talk or anything, which is okay. I brought you these,” he held the stack up, “in case you wanted to read or distract yourself. These are some of my favorites, so you might like them.” He nervously sets them on the bed next to you and backs off a few steps. 

 “Thanks.” You’re surprised at how weak and scratchy your voice was.

 “I’m Carl.” He put on a small smile and rubbed the back of his neck. 

 “Y/N.” You kept your answers short. He was a nice boy. 

The sun was much too bright, you concluded after spending not even a minute outside. The weather was cooling down for autumn, and winter was your favorite month. 

Daryl checked on you almost obsessively and it warmed your heart to see someone you barely knew care so much. You looked from your small window and saw Carl playing with a baby in a grass lawn, helping her walk. It was a very precious sight. You smiled and watched until he went inside. These were good people. You owed them your life.

 Carl came back two days after the last time you saw him and asked if you read the comics and which were your favorite and how do you think this story will end and how funny some DC characters are and the enthusiasm made you smile. After a second of trying to gain the courage to speak, you went on and eventually got into a comfortable conversation about what powers you would want if you could have any. You picked mind reading and Carl wanted practically anything that would help protect his family.

 You smiled a lot that day. You still cried a lot. Carl would catch you zoning out and he would always grab your hand and squeeze it. It never failed to bring you back to earth. 

 After two months, you had integrated yourself into the group, never having directly introduced yourself to anyone. You spent a lot of time with Daryl learning how to shoot with guns and a bow and arrow. You decided on that weapon so you could make your own arrows and craft a bow that propels arrows hard enough to break walker skulls. It saved the group ammo. 

 “How old is Judith?” You asked Carl while you three sat in his living room. Her chubby hands grasped your fingers as you helped her stand up. 

 “Almost a year probably.” 

 “How old are you?” You let go of her hands and got ready to catch her if she fell. Judith wobbled a little bit but stayed put. “Good girl!” You smiled brightly and nuzzled her nose.

 “Seventeen.” He leaned back onto his hands and watched you two with a smile. 

 “I’ll be seventeen soon. In like a week actually.” You brushed hair out of her eyes after she sat back down and threw her arms around making noises. 

“What do you wanna do for your birthday?” 

 “I would very much like to forget it. I don’t want to acknowledge it.” You and your little brother shared the same birthday, but five years apart. You used to be mad that he always got all the attention, but you grew to not care for it.

 “Why?” You hadn’t noticed that you were looking off elsewhere. Judith was crawling onto your lap, but you couldn’t seem to focus on anything anymore. “Y/N?” 

You could hear Carl, but a familiar pain built up in your chest and your vision got blurry. You stood up and let Judith on the floor. “Hey.” He reached for you, but you were already running out of the house. It was going to be one of those nights. It was going to be like most nights where you cry until you’re unconscious, thinking about your family. 

 You always felt so bad for being such a burden to Carl. He was always so sweet to you, but you didn’t seem to be getting much better. You had spent years so close to your family and growing closer because of the experiences of this new world, and then they were gone. You didn’t feel yourself anymore, and you felt life was surreal. Your dreams are riddled with pictures of your family getting torn apart alive. It keeps you up, and it keeps you distant. You wonder sometimes if you should stop talking to Carl for the fact that he can always die too, but he was your lifeline. Daryl was also so sweet and Rick treated you like family. 

 You were laying on your bed when Carl came through your bedroom door. You looked over at him with tears streaming down your face, hiccuping. He looked around for a second before walking to the other side of your bed and laying behind you. Settling an arm around your waist, he moved his face into your hair and sighed. “It’s okay,” he said softly and squeezed you tight.

 You turned around and nuzzled your face into his neck while wrapping your arms around him. You had never been this close to anyone, let alone a boy that wasn’t family. You calmed down after a few moments into a quiet sniffle every once in a while, listening to him breathe.


Body rigid, left behind,
Buried under, souls entwined.
Leave it all, in the distance,
Digging graves, hide the grievance.

Tortured under, horrors loom,
Peel the skin, fill the room.
Blood splattered, on the walls,
Sins aplenty, victims fall.

Madness holding, pulling near,
Fright of demons, feel the fear.
Would the welcomed, be afraid,
Of all the deathly forms displayed.

Come into the fractured mind,
Mirrored halls filled with grime.
Misled heroes, down the tombs,
Nightmares welcomed, as are you…

-H. Murcia 7:14PM 12/8/2016

Rat Daughter

*Requested: Y/N is Rat Man’s daughter and is put into the Glade, falls in love with Thomas, and doesn’t want to go back to her father when they get out of the Maze.*

“Y/N! Grab my hand!” you heard Thomas yelling to you as you sprinted towards him in the dark paths of the Maze. You saw bodies and blood and bits and pieces of everything you once called your home and friends splattered against the walls. You saw a detached arm and felt a sudden need to vomit but held it in as best you could. You heard the whirring of another Griever gaining on you as your legs reached their maximum speed and adrenaline pumped through your veins. You reached out for Thomas and felt the familiar calloused hand and he pulled you closer, grabbing onto you tightly as you jumped into the Griever Hole. You heard his soft whispers of “I love you” as you felt the rushing wind of a new freedom.


You felt uneasy as you sat in the cafeteria with your boyfriend next to you. His warmth provided some level of comfort but you still felt queasy and confused, like something major was about to happen and there was nothing you could do to stop it. Something so uncontrollable and wild. You took a deep breath.

“Hey, you okay?” Thomas asked and placed his right hand on your back. He rubbed the area slowly and rhythmically, and you felt the urge to kiss him, so that’s what you did. You needed a message that everything would be okay and that he would be with you no matter what.

“I’m here, I’m here,” he said, feeling your urgency and panic.

“I know. But something is about to happen, I can feel it,” you said, your breaths mingling just as the doors to the cafeteria opened and a few men walked in.

“Rat Man,” Thomas growled as the two of you shared a look of disgust. The rest of the Gladers at your table also seemed to get an annoyed yet confused attitude toward the man.

“I feel like he’s been haunting me from before I even knew him,” you said and shuddered. There was just something about the way the man looked at you that put you on the edge.

“Don’t worry, I won’t let anything happen to you,” Thomas said and you nodded confidently.

“Although I know you could take him down with your bare hands,” Thomas said with a chuckle and you couldn’t help but smile too. This was why you’re so in love with him. Comfort, his confidence in you, his humor, everything. He was sure of himself and his belief in you and that was all that mattered.

“Y/N,” you heard and looked up to see the Rat Man at the head of your table. You hadn’t even seen or heard him moving toward you, you were so absorbed in your boy. You tore your eyes away from Thomas and looked up at the Rat Man, your smile transforming into a scowl.

“What?” You spat and Thomas gripped the bottom of your shirt, scared you would be ripped away from him.

“I think it’s time for you and me to have a talk,” the Rat Man said and you shook your head without a moment’s hesitation.

“I don’t think so, old man,” you said but he grabbed your arm and you let out a yell of protest that was halted by a familiar scent.

Everybody has a scent. A natural, human smell. And you recognized this smell. You could recognize it in the dark.

“Who are you?” You asked before your better judgement could stop you.

“I’m your dad. I missed you, kiddo.”


You shook your head more violently than before.

“No you’re not. If you were my father, you wouldn’t have sent me into that Glade,” you argued but knew your claim was weak. You knew he was your father. How else would you know his scent?

“You need to come back with me. I can explain everything and we can be a family again. Leave all this behind. Let me protect you,” he said and you suddenly realized the cafeteria was dead silent. You looked behind you and Thomas was staring at you, his eyes unbelieving and plotting. He was trying to figure out a way to save you.

“I don’t need you to protect me,” you said and ripped your arm out of Rat Man’s grip.

“You’re coming with me,” he repeated and you spat at his feet.

“I wouldn’t go back to you if the world was set on fire,” you said but Rat Man just laughed.

“The world IS on fire. But have it your way. Go out into the Scorch. See if I give a damn.”

Chocolate Surprise (Legend of Korra Snippet)

“Surprise!” Korra cried. “I made you chocolate!”

Asami stared at Korra. The master of all four elements was singed and covered in a light dusting of soot. There were also little bits of plaster in her hair that matched several dents in their ceiling. 

“Try some!” Korra eagerly held out the plate of chocolates. “It wasn’t easy, and I had to try a few times, but I think I got this last batch just right.”

Asami looked past Korra into the kitchen. It was a complete disaster zone. There was even charred chocolate splattered on the walls to go with the chocolate smeared onto Korra’s face. 

Korra had clearly been involved in some kind of life and death struggle against the chocolate, and Asami wasn’t entirely sure who’d won. But this was Korra, and if Korra had seen fit to fight chocolate to the death, then the very least Asami could do was taste it.

“Okay.” Asami reached for the piece of chocolate that looked the least misshapen. “Let me have a try.”

“How is it?” Korra asked. “Is it good?”

Asami forced herself to smile. It was like there was an angry badger lion in her mouth… an angry badger lion with rabies. “It’s… pretty good.”


Asami nodded firmly. “Korra, you made it for me. That means it’s good.” 

The brightness of Korra’s smile was enough to make Asami forget all about the agonising pain that was already developing in her stomach.

First off, sorry to my followers for all the SPN stuff but there were things in the most recent episode that were huge especially regarding Castiel (who’s my fav). But here are those things that were so important.

Castiel openly admitted that he might be dying.

This is the same guy who once said that he would hold back the other angels and next thing we know he was splattered all over the walls. The guy who told Sam and Dean that doing something would just “weaken” him and then not even five mintutes later he’s coughing up blood, saying he was better than he expected. Not too long later he does pretty much the same thing, is surprised he actually made it, and immediately earns the name Mr. Comatose. This is the same guy who’s brushed off death, lethal injuries, going insane, and so on and so forth. He’s come into the worse of situations pretty much saying, “Oh, that’s not good.”

Cas is known for not just his bluntness, but his severe tendency to understate a situation. It’s seems to an angel thing.

So for him to say directly, “I think I might be dying.” is huge. It means it’s bad.

And this is pretty much the first time he’s had someone to be there for him. It’s the first time he’s gotten a chance to say good-bye when he knew or thought or felt he was dying.

First death, only Chuck was there and Cas had sent Dean to Sam without any good-byes. With Lucifer, it was pretty much over in a snap (literally). Next time (not sure if this counts since it seemed to only be a second) his last words were “I’m sorry” and within moments he realizes the Leviathans were still there and his last conscious memory before they take over is probably yelling at them all to run. When he stayed in Purgatory, thinking he’d die there, he thought he would die alone like he deserved. With April, it was too late for good-byes again. Then when losing his grace, he prioritized everyone else and hid his condition. When he said yes, he thought he’d die and just hoped the boys would understand.

But this was different. And he took full advantage of it.

And that’s the other thing that’s hitting me about this episode.

Cas’s speech. Dear God, Cas’s speech.

It’s even more heartbreaking than what he said after he killed Billy.

Castiel, who started out not understanding a thing about emotions (no thanks to Naomi I’m sure), who is thought of as the “Angel with too much heart” by the more sympathetic in Heaven, said “I love you.”

Now it seemed that first was directed more to Dean (be still, my Destiel shipping heart), but then he included everyone in his “I love you all.”

Castiel has canonically said “I love you.”

And that… that…

Not only is it big for Cas to admit and say, but…

When have the Winchesters heard that much?

They aren’t ones to really say it. Mary’s still kinda awkward with her babies being grown up. Dean has never said it in the entire show except for once in a memory with Mary I think. Sam kinda goes with the not saying this sort of stuff even if he is the supposed touchy-feely one. So they don’t hear this said to them usually.

But Cas says it. He calls them family. He thanks them.

I just…

Let me go cry over this scene some more. I hope I got my point across.

And If This Pain Weren’t So Beautiful

And if this pain weren’t so beautiful,

Maybe I could let it go,

I’ve grown addicted to the taste,

And I thought you should know.

You’re such a pretty color,

And it often makes me wonder,

What I’d do if you were all I could paint with,

I think I’d just splatter you on every wall,

On every floor,

And on my doors,

And I’d just sit.

And if this pain weren’t so addictive,

Maybe I could start to live,

I’ve grown attached to the feelings,

And I know I’d miss it.

You’re such a lovely shade,

And it just drives me insane,

What I’d do if I could bathe in you,

I think I’d drown in your ocean,

And in your sands,

I’d touch you with all two hands,

And I’d feel grand.

And if this pain weren’t so sweet,

Maybe I could somehow breathe,

I’ve come to crave your scent,

You’re just someone that I need.

You’re such a fetching hue,

And it’s left me feeling blue,

‘Cause I can’t ever be with you,

I think I’ll die without your touch,

Gasping for your love,

My spirit lifts above,

And I’d fall short of…



“Then, I went away, and had you-”

“You’re forgetting something.” Maxim cut across her.

“Are you going to keep interrupting?” Harper snapped.  

“Loric.” Maxim said.

“Oh, yes. I killed the youngest, Loric Alkaev.” Harper said, and Ren clapped her hands to her mouth.

“Shot him straight in the head.” Maxim said, his face betraying a hint of anger.

“We were in a gunfight.” Harper fought the urge to roll her eyes.

“He was hardly 20. He was going to be married. He had a promising future.”

“Harvey was 21,with a promising future on the right side of the law.” Harper retaliated. “That didn’t stop Mikhael shooting her.”

“He had just seen his little brother’s brains splattered all over the wall! He didn’t know who shot him. Of course he wanted revenge on who had shiot his little brother. He didn’t think you had it in you, so he guessed wrong.” Maxim said. “I knew it was you. But I never told him the truth. It would have broken him.”

“Will you drop the ‘he secretly loved me act’? We both know you’re bullshitting, trying to make him seem like a better man than he really was.” Harper said coldly. Maxim silenced himself, and gestured with his hand for Harper to carry on.

“Then I went away and had you. I vowed that I would always keep you safe from your father, and from the entire organisation that threatened us. Because you were threatening us, weren’t you Maxim?” Harper taunted. “I heard you say it to your brother. What were your words… ‘You should have let me kill the baby when I had the chance’?”

Ren gasped, and looked at her Uncle. He looked sympathetically at Ren. “You had to understand, from my point of view, that the birth of a child was a… complication. Being in my violent line of work, that was the only solution I could think of at the time. I was bloodthirsty, angry about the death of Loric, and the endangerment of Mikhael. But he wouldn’t let me touch her- you.” Maxim corrected himself. “An act I greatly appreciate now.”

“Then what happened?  How does this relate to my father?”

Ravenclaw common room headcanons?

•it’s not super neat like everyone thinks •Ravenclaws are creative and creative people aren’t usually that neat •their thoughts are messy and random so their work area probably is too? •smells like wind (I don’t know how that works but yeah) •smells like rain •smells like books •smells like paint (this is the last “smells like” •lots of music all the time •different kinds of music being played and clashing together loudly but also its really beautiful •lots of chatter •so much talking that it’s kind of overwhelming •like lots of introverts •but introverts can talk to other introverts pretty well (from my own experience) •random students sleeping everywhere •they stayed up really late cause they had a burst of inspiration •paint splatters all over the walls from paint fights •enchanted origami flying everywhere •it’s pretty much chaos

Two worlds

I absolutely live for Halloween! (Ask my friends who I annoy daily with lame ass halloween jokes)

I finish up my own version of a haunted house as I switch the lights off, plugging in the lamps and decorations that should make sure nobody actually hurts themselves while roaming around in the dark of my home. The whole lower floor of the house was filled with Halloween themed ornaments going from fake spiders and cobwebs to blood splatters on the wall.

“Why aren’t you ready yet? We’re all in costume already Y/n…” Hillary groans as she steps foot into the living room, her eyes glancing towards me before she lets her eyes wander across the room.
“It’s amazing what you did around here.”

“This is my costume. And thanks.” I point to my normal clothes, trying to supress a grin as I toy with the hem of my dress. “Y/n, you can’t be fucking serious!” Hillary lisps, her fake fangs falling out of her mouth as she speaks with such force.

“I’m a homicidal maniac, they look like everyone else.” I shrug my shoulders and take the for now empty bowl into the kitchen so Sarina could will it up with her concoction of the night.
“Did you just quote the Adam’s family?” Sarina raises an eyebrow at me and I can’t hold back my grin as I sheepishly nod.
“Why wouldn’t I? It’s October, Halloween is impending and I’m way too excited for it.” Sarina starts laughing as she takes the bowl from my hands, dropping it onto the table while she shakes her head.

“No seriously, what are you going as?” Hillary pops up in the kitchen and I turn around swiftly, leaning against the countertop. “Corpse bride. I found a dress at the thrift store to fuck up.” I finish my sentence and push past both my mates to go upstairs and quickly finish my make up and put on my costume.

Sarina had told me she had invited one of her best friends, Michael, and he was dragging a guy along that would definitely spark my interest – her words, not mine. I had been complaining for quite some time about craving affection and someone to come home to, and lately all my mates have been trying to do is set me up with random stranger or blind dates. I went on two, in the very beginning of my naïve state, but I crawled back from that fairly quickly.

The first guy had all these weird quirks that you can’t help but creeped out by. The second guy on the other hand, was a total creep who stroked my hair and told me he’d love to have long locks like I had – for half an hour straight – oh, and don’t forget the eyes the made while doing so either.

After that second, disastrous date that ended even worse than it had started, I swear I kept seeing that guy show up at random places I’d visit almost daily. I was losing my shit and threatening to go to the police when Sarina said she would take care of it. You can see why I’m not too keen on this whole matching up thing.

“People are starting to pile in. Damn, nice.” Sarina cuts herself off as she eyes me through my vanity mirror. I was putting the last touches of holes in my cheek to finish off my Corpse Bride look, dress already hanging loosely off of my body.

“I just have to spray my hands, could you help?” I smile as I hold out the can of light blue spray paint towards one of my best friends, who lovingly sprays any tan coloured skin in the blue hue.
“Michael and Calum are here in half an hour max.” Sarina states as she drops the can and wipes her hands on a nearby towel. “Who’s Calum?”

Sarina eyes me and I shrug my shoulder before it seems to click in my mind. “Oh, that guy.”
“Y/N, I swear he isn’t a creep of sorts. He’s a bit peculiar, but he’s such a gentle, caring guy. And it helps that he’s super-hot and readily available.” Sarina wiggles her eyebrows and me and she receives an eye roll in return as I take to fistfuls of dress.

“Does he know you’re trying to set him up?” I raise an eyebrow as I pass her, the music slowly creeping up on me as I descend down the stairs. “Mikey has told him the same as I have told you.”
I chuckle humourlessly as I stop at the bottom of the stairs. Hillary claps her hands like a retarded seal as she spots me and scampers over.

“That means absolutely nothing then. I might’ve just stuck with my first costume.” I wink and Hillary slaps my arm rather harshly. “Don’t want to creep a new guy out on the first try, Y/n.”
I decide to leave them bickering about this Calum-person and help myself to a glass of punch. One has a gooey bright green colour, the other a deep red with bits of human floating around in it.

“Y/n, I’d like you to introduce you to someone.” I hear Sarina’s voice and when I turn around, I’m met with Michael who is dressed as… “Assassins Creed?”
“Hell yeah, hi Y/n!” Michael smiles as I envelope him in a small welcoming hug before I retreat. “This is my mate, Calum.” My gaze falls from Michael with his bright green hair to the tanner boy with the bright green hat.

As I let my gaze wander over his features, I firstly notice his costume, which immediately makes me grin brightly and let out a loud giggle. “Luigi?”
Calum smiles at me and nods his head and when I see his pearly white teeth, I think I might be sold. His lips are plump, a little pink and very inviting. His eyes seem to shine even in the dim lighting I had taken care of earlier on tonight. You could see his muscles bulge through his green, tight shirt underneath his dungaree.

I had to admit that Sarina was right and look-wise, he was and had everything that had me drooling under a second. He seemed kind of nice, but most of the people do before you get to know them.
“Let me think…” Calum speaks up as he gazes over my own attire, his bottom lip pulled between his teeth as I see a frown settle onto his features.

“Corpse Bride? Tim Burton?” Calum suddenly seems to make a click and he looks so cute with his cheeks stretched because of his wide smile.
“Yes, I’m a sucker for Tim Burton movies.” I sigh out dreamily, holding my blue roses and lilies closer to my chest as I bite my own bottom lip.

“Why Luigi?” I raise an eyebrow as I amusedly smirk, dropping my bouquet of flowers on a nearby table. I wasn’t going to drag it around all night.
“Me and another mate, Luke, had matching outfits for a party we went to last night. I have to admit I am recycling my costume.” Calum grins guiltily and I gasp in fake-shock, flat hand pressed against my chest. “Excuse me? How dare you!” I start laughing immediately after though.

It takes me some time to realize Michael and Sarina had ditched us and it was just Calum and I. By now I’m wondering how long they have been gone and how much time had already passed within Calum’s presence. He was a joy to be around and I haven’t laughed so hard in forever.

“Whose fingers do you had to cut to get these?” Calum points to the hotdogs that I had desperately tried to make like fingers between a bun – which I succeeded at if you ask me – and I laugh loudly before I hold up my own left hand. Calum’s eyes widen as he sees the multiple bandages covering my fingers. “What did you do?”
“Cut myself on the can of hot dogs. I might be a bit of a klutz.” I shrug my shoulders and smile shyly as I lift my solo cup to my lips.

“Well, Y/n, I see it’s time for me to head off, I have work early tomorrow.” I gasp, for real this time, as my gaze shoots towards the clock. “Oh my, I didn’t even see the time.” I feel a blush creep on my cheeks as I flutter my eyelids in Calum’s direction, tip of my tongue poking out from between my red lips. “But, Miss Bride, I have a question for you to ask before I depart.” Calum bows down and I giggle heartily, shaking my head at him amused when he stands back to his full height.

“Do you think Luigi and Corpse Bride could go on a date?” I feel my lips take the shape of an ‘o’ before I scratch my arm in a shy manner. At first I was apprehensive about even meeting Calum, but after speaking for almost four hours straight, I think it might be a crime to not say yes to his question. Calum had proven to be a true gentleman, one a woman could only dream of, and I was ready to explore more of this intriguing person.
“It will be a clash of two worlds, but I’ll think we’ll make it work.” I smile as I hand my phone to a brightly grinning Calum Hood.

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MS Paint blood tutorial!

So some people have asked for a tutorial on blood in MS Paint – here’s what I know!

Before we get to it, I’d like to explain something:

First off, I’d like to clarify what shade of red fits the colour of blood the most.

The one on the left is the default red in Paint if you leave it unedited. Please, don’t ever use pure red for blood haha. Some possibly newer artists use it, and well, blood isn’t that saturated haha; it looks very neon and unrealistic. By observing real pictures you’d notice that blood isn’t that red, and it’s a lot darker than the red hue – like the picture on the right.

Well, let’s start with blood splatters. Some think this is tricky or tedious, but with a program like Paint it’s best if we keep it simple, but effective!

I’ll be showing some techniques on different blood splatters.

I believe this one is usually used when blood is splattered across the wall. I’m not entirely sure if it really works that way though, I just observed it in movies and anime soooo, please correct me if I’m wrong!

This one is very simple and easy – just start with a few circles of varying sizes and draw around it to make it look like it’s splattered.

Now this one is a bit more complicated. Compared to the first two, this is very messy – the blood is literally going everywhere and is making different kinds of trails: long, short; straight, curved. Just play around with the brush sizes, put some tiny specks of blood here and there. I also used the technique above with the circles in the fourth picture.

Alright, so let’s get into it. First we have the clothes. I’ve noticed some artists do it like this:

Which isn’t how blood works on clothes haha. It looks like stickers placed onto the shirt. Paint isn’t the best program if you want to achieve realistic-looking blood, but hey, let’s make do with what we’ve got for now!

Unfortunately, we can’t use any of the techniques above for clothes because it works in a different way. As you know, for most clothing, any liquid that makes contact with it is absorbed by the fabric and it soaks there, and that includes blood. So since it soaks, it appears a bit more, well, the edges don’t look as sharp. I mean, it doesn’t look solid – when you draw or colour it, it looks more “airbrushed”, if you paint or draw it. Example:

Woah man, ya gotta change before someone calls the cops Well, I understand it’s not the most realistic but hey, this is Paint we’re dealing with haha

So let’s get into it and test it out. Here’s your typical edgy-as-fuck drawing that we want to put some blood into to make it even more edgy than it already is:

(You get a cookie if you guess where it’s from ( ͡° ͜ʖ ͡°))

Let’s say that little Rin-chan just got back from one of her “duties”, and she’s obviously covered in blood unless she’s like a serial killer and isn’t messy at all but let’s pretend she isn’t for the sake of this tutorial haha

Now let’s add some blood to her clothes (for the procedure, I posted a tutorial about it).

Next, add the blood for the face, hair, knife, etc. It’s pretty much like the first technique I mentioned at the beginning. For the knife though, since Rin’s has been doing a lot of cutting, the blood’s only at the edges of the blade and some splattered across the surface, like this:

On the other hand, if the knife has been used for stabbing, it pierces through the body, right? Therefore the blood is coating nearly the entire blade, if not the whole thing:

Alright, so let’s add a little something extra – dripping blood:

Let’s apply this kind of blood into the background.

The general idea of doing backgrounds in MS Paint is to draw your subject/s on a plain white canvas, and draw whatever you want your background to be on a new one. Then just copy the entire image of your subject (make sure it’s set to transparent selection again) and just paste it on the background you made, and that’s it. Simple as that. I might make a more detailed tutorial for backgrounds if anyone’s interested, just ask me haha

For this particular drawing, however, I was stupid enough to draw an unfinished background along with the subject sooooo I’ll just do it the hard way haha, the result will be the same anyway.

So here it is with the dripping blood added to the background:

Aaaaand that’s it, our picture is done and 23874083712% more edgy!

Well, since Rin is bloodier than she’s supposed to be maybe she did much more than cut off people’s arms.

Anyway, I hope you find this tutorial somewhat useful! As I’ve said, it might not be the most realistic-looking blood, but it’s quite tricky with a program like Paint. And hey, as long as we do our best with it haha. If something wasn’t clear, just ask me and I’ll be happy to help! :D

When I Was Your Age

Imagine Sam and Dean discover you, an abused child, while working a case.

Requested By: one-ofthose-fandomgirls

Word Count: 1,256

Your stomach was in an endless acrobatic routine, flipping and flipping until you were glad you skipped lunch today. It was the smell of dried blood. You knew it well, but never had it been so overwhelming before. It pooled on the floor, splattered the walls and spotted the hoodie that hung all too loose on you.

You had been staring at your hands ever since the police arrived. The blood had stained your skin an ugly brown-orange color, one that was now burned into your retinas. It wouldn’t be until you got home later that night that you realized the same shade had been smeared on your forehead.

Your evening was a blur of bright caution tape and faceless uniforms asking you the same questions over and over again. You dodge their eyes, well aware your answers didn’t make any sense. They either thought you were crazy or a liar. Or both.

Your reputation with the law certainly didn’t help, but you would have thought the two dead bodies lying on the ground inside would have prompted them to look past your petty crimes and finally take you seriously. This was the wrong assumption to make.

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I have a happy personality encompassed with a sad soul. Most days I see the beauty in the art of happiness, museums where I once saw empty hallways. Yet there are hours I fear when the artworks become so abstract they make no sense, distress splattered on the walls of my mind, the sculptures that once seemed as though they held their structure so well now shattered on the floor beneath unstable feet that are barely holding my body up anymore.
It is those days that I prefer the empty hallways - the silence of isolation. There is enough human suffering in me to collapse buildings, yet I’ve grown flowers in my ivy veins that at times I forget to water.
—  flxorite