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Possession Sentence Starters

Send a sentence to my inbox for a starter in which one of our muses is possessed by a spirit, demon, or other being. Trigger warning for threats of violence, harsh language,  manipulation, and obviously sensitive religious content.

“You’re not eating. Are you okay?”
“Your breathing sounds rapid.”
“I’m concerned. You’re not yourself today.”
“We’ve brought you here because we’re all very worried about you.”
“What is -wrong- with you?”
“Seriously, it’s like you’re a different person! What the hell happened?”
“I don’t think I like this person you’re becoming.”
“Why? Why didn’t you tell me?”
“Hey, calm down. You’re really scaring me right now.”
“Oh my God. Who - who are you? WHAT are you?!”
“You’re not [name] anymore.”
“What have you done with my friend?!” [change relationship as necessary]
“Oh God, you’re not even human!”
“Snap out of it! Come back!”
“Please, stay away from me. Don’t take another step closer.”
“You’re not fooling me. I know what you are.”
“Calm down, [name]. This will pass. This will pass.”
“Get out of my friend and never fucking come back!”
“I don’t believe you. You’re lying.”
“Why should I listen to anything a monster like you has to say?”
“You’re just a parasite. Nothing more than a slimy, pathetic parasite!”
“If you’re in there, you need to keep fighting. Don’t let this monster win!”
“It’s gone. It’s okay. I’m going to keep you safe.”


“I don’t feel so well.”
“Oh God, something is wrong with me.”
“I can feel it. It burns in my chest, it’s making it hard to breathe. Oh my god, there’s something inside of me.”
“I don’t want to be a monster.”
”I think I‘m going to be sick.”
“Please. Save me.”
“Get out! Get out of here!”
“I swear, I’ll cut you open if you come near me!”
“What are you afraid of? That I’ll hurt you?”
“Look, it’s still me. Don’t you love me?”
“Come back here! Don’t you walk away from me!”
“Oh, [name]~ I have a fun game we can play together~”
“I’m not [name] anymore. I. Am. God.”
“Pray for your life. I want to hear you beg for it.”
“Your friend is nothing but filth and rot, and I had no choice but to destroy them.”
“They’re gone now. I’m the only one left. It’s just you and me.”
“I’ve spoken to the devil, and he wants you next.”
“I’m not human. I’ve never been human, but you accepted me anyway.”
“Go! Leave before it comes back and rips you apart!”
“Please, kill me. It’s the only way to get it out of me.”
“I didn’t want to hurt you.”
“Don’t let it take me. Please.”
“Is - is it gone?”
“I’m so sorry. I’m so sorry I hurt you.”

do you ever think about how when the younglings first see anakin enter the temple in rots, they’re just so relieved, even though they’d been trying so hard to be brave, bc this is anakin skywalker, and if anyone can help them survive this, it’s him and master kenobi. and even if he isn’t master yet, all the younglings know he will be soon, so really they might as well call him that now, he’s already so strong and brave and kind and always smiles at them and stops to really listen if they ever ask him something. and something’s stirring uneasily in the back of their minds, but that’s probably just the darkness that’s saturating everything, and all the terrible deaths around them, not master skywalker—

Comfort Inn Ending | 1

“It was you who Jungkook gave his heart to- that is, until the day you broke it. And it is you now, hoping that some faultlines can be repaired, and that some broken hearts can be put back together again.”

pairing: jungkook x reader
genre: angst, smut
wordcount: 3,158
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part one two | three | four | five | six | seven

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i was cute today✨

Tired.

I am not gonna lie, I’ve been trying to draw for the past two days after work, or even before work, but my hands are to tired and my body is so sore from work that it hurts to pick up the pen.

 I am sorry if I have been disappointing everyone with the lack of good art and such. I’ve been keeping myself motivated, but it’s hard and I can’t help but cry a little. Anyhow, I have another day at work to go through. I  would like to take a break and rest since finals are done but work has been demanding me even more. Someone give me a break please.. Ahaha. 

I’ll keep trying my best, I’ll recover on Saturday and try to draw a new comic for both blogs. 

Wish me luck.

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Originally posted by geekylaugifs

Someone
  • : : BECAUSE MOFFAT JUST NEEDS TO SHUT HIS FACE HOLE SOMETIMES
  • ~
  • *Molly's flat*
  • John: *knocking*
  • -a few minutes later-
  • Molly: *opens the door, wearing a dressing gown; dishevelled and grinning* Hi, John.
  • John: *blinks* Um...I just wanted to check on you. After...
  • Molly: *dismissive* Euros? Yeah, Sherlock explained everything and I'm fine.
  • John: *raises his eyebrows* You're fine? Just like that?
  • Molly: *nods* I had a drink. I shagged someone.
  • John: ...
  • Sherlock: *standing shirtless in the kitchen* I'm someone *grins*
  • John: ...
  • Molly: *smiles* He loves me.
  • Sherlock: *eating biscuits; pointing* And she loves me.
  • John: *smiles*
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(aside from the fact that logan looks less like logan and more like me cosplaying him…)

(and forgiving my art style for being so consistently inconsistent that just zooming in on a character makes him look totally different…)

(and acknowledging the fact that the difference in hair color is based on my headcanons for what they’d look like as individual people…)

I illustrated one of my favorite moments in one of my favorite @thatsthat24 Sanders Sides videos (well i mean they’re all my favorite, but.)

I might make it into a video, using the audio from the original. It’s almost not the same without the background music, heh.

anonymous asked:

speaking normally, then after the kiss their voice is hoarse w/ Lin

You were barely listening as Jon harshly whispered in your ear, it was a conversation you had sat through a million times, and it wasn’t one you were interested in hearing today.

These little get-togethers always ended in a different house - today’s was Renee’s - and it always resulted in you and Jon huddled in one corner as you both pretended not to stare Lin down from the other side of the room.

He is obviously in love with you. You both are ridiculous. It’s been? What? Two years now. If you don’t do over there and jump his bones I will-

“Okay, fine.” You snapped, startling Jon in his seat. He settled back as your flaming eyes forced him to recoil. “If I go over there and do something, will you leave me alone?”

Jon looked over to find Lin excusing himself from whatever conversation he had been a part of, asking Renee where he could find the bathroom.

“Well, now’s your chance.” He smirked, calling your bluff. You had tried to hype yourself up into making a move countless times, and there was no way today was going to be the day. “Wait, where-”

Jon’s grin dropped as you handed off your cup to him, trying not to draw attention to yourself as you followed Lin down the hallway Renee had pointed him towards.

“Hey-” You called, trying to catch him before you lost your nerve.

“Oh,” Lin smiled, stopping in his tracks, “Sorry, do you need to use the bathroom?”

Shit, you were absolutely losing your nerve, and he was looking at you so expectantly, swaying two and fro in Renee’s dim hallway, and if you didn’t make your move now you weren’t sure if you ever would.

The force of the kiss knocked Lin back a few steps. It was unexpected, to say the least, and the feeling of the wall on his back felt like the only solid thing he was touching. But there was you, and he surged into the kiss with an energy you had only seen onstage, with the entire crowd screaming his name.

Any distance was nonexistent as his entire body slotted against yours, tilting your head back with the grip he had on your hair. Your lips stayed connected up until the final moment, where there was barely enough oxygen to stay upright. He panted into the skin of your neck, eyes close and seeing spots.

You hair was still in his fist, and his was barley being held back by his hair tie.

Holy shit.” He whispered, pulling back to lean against the narrow wall. Your back pressed to the opposite wall, needing to put some distance between your bodies as you caught your breath. The narrow hallway of Renee’s New York home barely afforded any space and your shoes still touched.

He sounded wrecked. Like he had either just awoken from spell-like sleep or had been drowning, barely pulled from the water in time. You probably didn’t sound any different, and refrained yourself from speaking.

Is this a bad time to tell you I still have to pee?

From this prompt list!

Countdown for ACOWAR. 10 DAYS TILL ACOWAR!!!

Every day I’ll publish the count down for acowar

Only 10….. hang on…… only ten more days!!!

04/22/17

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Pirates of the Caribbean: Dead Men Tell No Tales International Trailer

Aka the one where Elizabeth Turner, née Swann shows up