wicked in twisted

things to scream from an empty stage ~ a playlist

Originally posted by theatricallunatic

1. What You Own - RENT
2. Good for You - Dear Evan Hansen
3. Twisted - Twisted: the Untold Story of a Royal Vizier
4. Michael in the Bathroom - Be More Chill
5. No Good Deed - Wicked
6. Brand New Day - Dr. Horrible’s Sing Along Blog
7. Dead Girl Walking - Heathers
8. Burn - Hamilton
9. Good Kid - The Lightning Thief
10. Whipped Into Shape - Legally Blonde

American McGee’s Alice: Madness Returns Starters

feel free to adjust pronouns/names/items to fit the situation!

❝ Another day, a different dream, perhaps. ❞
❝ Memory is more often a curse than a blessing. ❞ 
❝ A flower’s purpose is simple and immutable. Human purpose is fickle because it is a slave to memory. Memories must be strictly managed, [ Alice ]. Unproductive ones must be eliminated. ❞ 
❝ Don’t try to bully me. I’m very much on edge! ❞ 
❝ It’s not a dream. It’s a…memory. And it makes me sick! ❞
❝ Perfect. When you’re not on edge, you’re taking up too much space. ❞ 
❝ Threats, promises and good intentions don’t amount to action. ❞ 
❝ Make your survival mean something, or we are all doomed! ❞ 
❝ The past must be paid for. ❞ 
❝ I know I’m guilty of something, but punishment hardly ever suits the victims of a crime. ❞ 
❝ My Wonderland is shattered. It’s dead to me. ❞ 
❝ Only the insane equate pain with success. ❞ 
❝ You’ve used me and abused me, but you will not destroy me! ❞ 
❝ There is no method in this madness! ❞ 
❝ A reflection sometimes exposes more reality than the object it echoes. ❞ 
❝ Authority must be obeyed, or it must be overthrown! ❞ 
❝ You shouldn’t ask questions you know the answer to, it’s not polite. ❞ 
❝ Only a few find the way, some don’t recognize it when they do - some… don’t ever want to. ❞ 
❝ Those who say there’s nothing like a nice cup of tea for calming the nerves never had *real* tea. It’s like a syringe of adrenaline straight to the heart! ❞ 
❝ The uninformed must improve their deficit, or die ❞ 
❝ I may survive here,but you are all finished! ❞ 
❝ The insolence, the arrogance the execrable table manners! ❞ 
❝ Forgetting’s just forgetting, except when it’s not. Then they call it something else. I’d like to forget what you did. I’ve tried, but I can’t. ❞ 
❝ A good guest does not overstay, a perfect guest stays home! ❞ 
❝ Save myself? From death? is that it? Is that why I’ve come here? I’m not afraid to die. Times I’ve welcomed death! ❞ 
❝ I am fine. I’m not mad. I am innocent, I mean, not guilty! ❞ 
❝ A secret is only a secret when it is unspoken to another. ❞ 
❝ Here’s a riddle: When is a croquet mallet like a billy club? I’ll tell you: Whenever you want it to be! ❞ 
❝ The law is just. Just a whisper away. Who knows how to measure rules? With a ruler! Cruel rules. ❞ 
❝ You don’t know your own mind! ❞
❝ Is there really so little hope? ❞
❝ Don’t speak of her! You didn’t know her… ❞
❝ Haste makes waste, so I rarely hurry. But if a ferret were about to dart up my dress, I’d run. ❞ 
❝ I’ll frighten myself when necessary, thanks very much. ❞ 
❝ Every picture tells a story. Sometimes we don’t like the ending. Sometimes we don’t understand it. ❞ 
❝ Everything’s a nail, is it, Miss Hammerhead? ❞ 
❝ Oh, there’s an infinite amount of hope, but not for us! ❞ 
❝ I’ve not come back here looking for a fight. ❞ 
❝ That’s a pity. [ A FIGHT ] is certainly looking for you. ❞ 
❝ I want to forget! Who would choose to be alone, imprisoned by their broken memories? ❞ 
❝ Every adventure requires a first step. Trite, but true, even here. ❞ 
❝ Different denotes neither bad nor good, but it certainly means not the same. ❞ 
❝ I know their pain. I would assist. But is sanity required for the job? ❞ 

Dark Night: Cautious Assault

`Wicked Wednesday series, part. 4

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Originally posted by inthenameofodin


His mouth approached yours like a stag approaching a quiet spring. First tentatively pressing into yours, testing the cool water with his lips before taking a drink. His tongue traced the seam of your lips and you opened your mouth ready to receive it but he just continued in an agonizingly slow and sweet assault.His assault felt more cautious than calculated. His hands ghosted over your bare thighs and up your sides, his fingers trailing lightly over your rib cage and dancing down the undersides of your arms. You could feel the heat radiating from his hands and your skin longed to be branded by them. When you whimpered in frustration and leaned into his kiss you felt those hands sear into your skin.Gripping you by the forearms, he growled before finally showing you his true nature by attacking your mouth with the intensity you would expect from such a beast. His kiss was suffocating but only left you yearning for more. You wanted so badly to just grab his face in your hands and pull the devil in closer, but the iron grip he had on your wrists held your arms securely behind your back. His fingers bit painfully into your flesh, his grip so tight that your arms were tingling and starting to go numb.You whined into his mouth and struggled against his hold but he only squeezed your wrists tighter. The muscles in your shoulders began to scream in the forced position he held them in, but that pain paled in comparison to your need to touch him. You wanted to place your hands into the fire and get burnt. 

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“Oh kitten, why must you be so stubborn, hmm? You know, I am starting to think you enjoy these punishments. The more I beat your ass, claim you night after night with my hand around your throat or my fingers in your mouth, the more it seems you tend to act up. That pretty little mouth of yours gets you into trouble. But you are trouble aren’t you kitten? So I think tonight we shall try another approach…get that ass on the bed and let’s see how well you like this punishment then.”
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Don’t You Dare

Originally posted by cindecasso

Pairings: Totally not Ivar by any means Husband!Ivar x Wife!Reader

Notes: Inspired by Prompt #17 and White Blank Page by Mumford & Sons. Okay, so this is really just supposed to be a one-shot but it’s more like it’s before Fear Is Weakness, Little One. Just an idea. 

Warnings: Some smut, but not a lot, swearing, angst, fighting. (Sorry, I made this really short due to writer’s block).

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After the yelling was over and the much needed quiet filled the room, Ivar attempted to stir the dying fire of rage. He just couldn’t stop prodding and trying to get me to snap at him just for the fun of it. 

Ivar started to run his mouth on the fact that I was obviously annoying him with each passing second. I bit my lip to prevent the wrong thing from slipping out and facing certain punishment. Not that I was afraid of his so called discipline. 

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Goldilocks || 06

Happy kind of early 700 followers! How?! I only reached 600 last week. You guys spoil me. As thanks, here’s 6.4k of “pure,” unadulterated Goldilocks.

Rated M (language and smut)

Warnings: Masturbation, hand job, just general cringe worthy stuff

Summary: After getting evicted, your two best friends Jimin and Taehyung offer you a place to stay until you get back on your feet. Needless to say, with a part time job and a mountain of student debt, that’s not happening any time soon. Eventually, they DO become really fond of having you around, helping with chores and even splitting rent. So when you come home one day to find someone has been sleeping in your couch-bed, well… it’s something you won’t take lightly.

Out of context Goldilocks quote:
“Wait, random arguments about ass? Or just like, getting mad about nothing? Because one of those is definitely better than the other.”

Links to: Goldilocks Masterlist || Previous || Next Part

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A/N: OH LOOK THE RATING CHANGED. If you’re someone who doesn’t like smut, asterisk* is where it starts, skip until the *asterisk where it ends. You won’t be missing plot stuff. I made sure of that. Special thanks to @echo-writes

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Taehyung’s room, too hot.

Jimin’s room, too cold.

You flop onto the empty sofa. Just right.

While you love Taehyung and his bed, there is a strong possibility that you would give your nonexistent left testicle to kick out Jungkook and sleep here again. Couch is love. Couch is life. You contemplate taking a nap while you have the house to yourself, but then you smell it, something that is awfully, unmistakably him.

You roll sideways, onto the floor, almost hitting the coffee table.

He’s contaminated it.

Jungkook has gone and rubbed his stupid smell all over your precious couch-bed. Not that you… know what he smells like. You cringe. Spending a third night in Taehyung’s bed might not be so bad after all. If you just down another dose of god knows how old NyQuil like the past two days, at least you’ll be spared the horror of another wet dream.

Besides, you’d probably have to fight Jungkook for the couch anyway. Then again, maybe you could shove the golden haired muscle pig into Jimin’s room. That would take care of two problems.

The sound of jingling keys pulls your attention to the entryway. It’s too early for Jimin to be home from work and Jungkook can’t get in without someone unlocking the door for him (maybe there’s still a chance you could “accidentally” leave him outside at some point). So the logical conclusion is, Taehyung is home from school early.

You’re pretty sure he had an exam today, but because your friend is surprisingly one of those people who can get a solid 95% without reading the textbook, studying, or even attending lectures in some cases, he probably finished in less than twenty minutes. Classic Tae. Technically, you’re not supposed to be home either, but your first class was canceled despite having spent all weekend slaving away, shut inside the bathroom on Jimin’s laptop to finish writing your essay.

The bathroom? Yes. Don’t judge yourself. What were you going to do? Continue suffering in Jimin’s room? Move to Taehyung’s and get distracted by the mess that would even put a garbage dump to shame? Or worst of all, confront Jinglekook in the living room or kitchen?

So there you found yourself, in the bathroom hunkered under a layer of blankets in the bathtub and on a throne of pillows, telling all three guys to “fuck off- go piss on a tree” whenever they came knocking. The only time you let them in was the rare occasion you had to leave for important things like food or when you left for a four hour shift at work on Sunday.

You were being difficult, yes.

But if a certain someone hadn’t taken your beloved couch, it wouldn’t have been a problem.

Suddenly, the door swings open, slamming against the wall and bouncing back to hit a very excited looking Taehyung in the shoulder. Leave it to him to make an entrance.

“I’m home early~ before everyone else~” he playfully sings to himself. You contemplate telling him you’re here, but then, “Gonna go watch porn~ with the volume on~”

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Dark Night

Wicked Wednesday series, part. 2

Part 1

Part 3


The fire hissed softy and you watched as a log shifted in the hearth. 

“Tell me, what are you thinking about little lamb?”

His voice, disembodied, seemed to come from some empty space in the air that lay between you.

You had found yourself becoming transfixed by the fire and falling uncomfortably into a state of comfort. It was a curious thing. You resisted as well as chased the false sense of calm. His voice jarred you. His question both an unwelcome intrusion and the merciful hand that shakes you from a bad dream. You blink your eyes a few times before turning to meet his gaze.

 In his own private space, the Heathen had no reservations in studying you openly. Where before his eyes stared past you, they now stared through you. From the moment the door had closed, they had yet to leave you.

His slate blue stare held you and pulled on you like a magnet.

 “Funny thing, I can’t remember.” you heard yourself say. 

 You watched the corners of his mouth twitch up into the slightest of grins before his lips snapped back into a hard line. He hummed under his breath and lowered his gaze to the fire.

“I have heard it said that the lamb is born knowing that it is prey, yet the wolf…the wolf has to learn that it is a predator.”

 His voice trailed off and he seemed to speak into the flames, you watched as the shadows passed over the corners of his eyes and hung there suspended in a web of his detached words.

 He raised his head and your eyes locked in shared understanding.

 You knew you should have felt frightened but the cold gaze he fixed just fell on you like a warm bath, leading you willingly into your own slaughter.



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Dark Night: The Lamb’s Audience With The Lion

Wicked Wednesday seriespart. 3

Part 1

Part 2

Part 4

Originally posted by inthenameofodin


“I have watched you for a long time, are you aware?”

You inhale and open your mouth to speak but before the air can even hit your lungs, he is moving on. You get the feeling that your answers are of little significance and your roll was to be a quiet audience to the dark streaming of his consciousness.

“You look so beautiful when you laugh.” 

He cast his eyes to the floor and smiled to himself. A real smile. Warm. His entire face lit up revealing a dimple you hadn’t known him to possess. The far away smile of happy reminiscence.

“Although I haven’t had the pleasure of seeing your tears, I am sure you look just as beautiful when you are crying my lamb.”

Despite the eerie calm in your mind, your body knew the role it played in this show and began to show the unmistakable signs of fear. As you waited through another lengthy silence, your stomach heaved with a wave of nausea and you noticed your fingers growing ice cold in contrast to the warmth that grew in between your legs. 

You close your eyes and take in a deep and measured breath in an attempt to quell the sick rolling sensation in the pit of your belly. You open your eyes and he is there. Right there. So close that your exhale mingles with his breath. Your heart thrums, your stomach lurches and then his lips are on you.


Originally posted by tattooed-freckles


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