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#THE DEVIL SPEAKS WITH AN ELECTRIC TONGUE ( musings. )

lostwolfy-deactivated20160427

I used to punch walls until my knuckles bled because I was filled with rage and anger, now I punch walls until they bleed just to fucking feel something, or to at least try.

(via joellewritcs)

#THE DEVIL SPEAKS WITH AN ELECTRIC TONGUE ( musings. )#tw: self harm #not really but

katerinapetrova

#techniical #yeah viv #you were supposed to stay dead smh

temples-wreathed-in-laurel-deac

She fell in love with a skeleton king, And won his heart with her vibrant radiance. She twirled through his thoughts, Bound together his broken memories, That lovely Persephone, And she found sunshine in the depths of his mind

“To Persephone”

#ok but alec and eliza are actually hades and persephone #SHE LOVED HIM NOT ONLY IN SPITE OF BUT BECAUSE HE HIMSELF WAS INCAPABLE OF LOVE ( alec + eliza )

bookbamonbookclub

She belongs to me. It might not be obvious, but she is mine. Touch her again and die.

Paradise Lost (via lunarchld)

#they're endgame #but this applies later #SHE LOVED HIM NOT ONLY IN SPITE OF BUT BECAUSE HE HIMSELF WAS INCAPABLE OF LOVE ( alec + eliza )

( @martyree gave permission to gm && planned this out before writing , obviously. )

unlike the others rushing past, eager to help the possible survivors, alec wasn’t looking to clear his conscience. the explosions might have shook the entire city, but they still weren’t strong enough to move a cold heart, && his was arguably the coldest. destruction was his PLAYGROUND, && whenever chaos ensued you were sure to see him peering in from afar ( close enough to satisfy curious eyes, far enough to distance himself from the consequences. ) this time, however, he made an exception. he blended in with the crowd of frantic responders, trudging through the smoke && the ash until a small groan averted his gaze downwards && dark eyes met the sight of familiar coffee hair ---- elizabeth.

‘ ah --- shit. ’ he kneels down slightly && two fingers press against a pale throat, only to be met with a faint throb that incites an UNFAMILIAR wave of emotion to wash over him --- was it relief that she wasn’t just another hunk of rotting flesh ( burnt && crispy --- just how he usually left his victims ) ? NO, it couldn’t be. he is alec bowman --- selfish, cruel && apathetic are his signature traits. yet, he can’t help but feel a twinge of fear when the throbbing starts to dull. ‘ fuck me, you better not remember this,’ he mutters to perceiveably deaf ears, ‘ i don’t need you going around telling everyone i’ve turned into a hero or anything. ‘ his hands wipe off the ash && delicately contort around her fragile frame, one arm supporting her neck && the other moves to grasp under small legs. his mind flickers to their previous conversation --- to what he had done && the compassion she had shown him. it might not have been much, but it had been SOMETHING, even if he didn’t want to admit it. he owed it to her ---- to CALI. but after this, we’re even.

it isn’t long before flashes of scarlet && azure cut through the smoke to reflect from chestnut hues. he signals with a whistle for help, && a figure in a dark uniform unburdens his grasp --- the abrupt absence of warmth sending a shiver through a muscular frame. before they can turn around to question him, he’s gone, hidden strategically behind a clump of burning rubble. the last thing he needs is to get caught up in a police investigation, yet he pauses to watch the lights fade into the distance before he turns around && makes his exit. it wasn’t compassion or a sudden blossom of goodness within him that caused him to help her, it was simply an impulse. a split second decision. ( AFTER ALL, not every villain get’s a redemption story )

#wogreact1 #( SELF PARA; CLOSED. )#martyree #in which alec shows he has somewhat of a heart #SHOCKING ... pun intended #no actually he doesn't care he's just like #it would be a dick move 2 let her die bc she was nice #and i hate her bc she's nice #but kat would prob kill me if i let her die #BUT EVENTUALLY THEY WILL LOVE EACH OTHER OK #but that day is not 2day

likeanewday

#techniical #TAG LATER. ( alec + vivian. )#: ))

ihopewestay

I am made of bullets; shrapnel. You are solar flares and soft lips - better creatures could love you, I know. But now they’ll have to get through me.

my love should wear a warning sign, damn right I remember you |e.j.| (via ihopewestay)

#SHE LOVED HIM NOT ONLY IN SPITE OF BUT BECAUSE HE HIMSELF WAS INCAPABLE OF LOVE ( alec + eliza )

cash4gore

protip: refer to all your mistakes as “artistic choices”

#sirenist #¯\_(ツ)_/¯#THE DEVIL SPEAKS WITH AN ELECTRIC TONGUE ( musings. )

mariang-makiling

[ d a r k n e s s i b e c a m e ] 8tracks. a mix for hades and persephone.

#martyree #TAG LATER. ( alec + elizabeth )#when u search for days for a pretty hades x persephone edit #but all u find is this #i rlly like 2 associate my characters with greek mythology if u haven't noticed #rowan is artemis obviously #alec is hades #liv is melinoe

character: *is a selfish asshole. piece of shit and accepts it. is corrupted and evil. does terrible things despite having some light in them, but refuses to change. loves the darkness*

other character: *too good for this world. wants to help people and be kind. filled with light. compassionate. amazing. pure.*

me: ok. but like, what if they dated?

#martyree #TAG LATER. ( alec + elizabeth )#!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!

there’s a waft of air labored through her HALLOW lungs, gaze centered on the portrait of his face. his words strikeher, yet she does not fall. her stance is firm against the VENOM spewed from his mouth. ‘ what happened —- ’ florid lips tug at the edges, crinkling her cheeks. chestnut hues remain on his sapphires, sights soft. it’s atreacherous question, prying isn’t too clever: especially when he’s a shark solely searching for blood. ‘ i know you probably don’t wanna tell me, but SOMETIMES talking about what’s hurting helps. ’

PERHAPS it is her nauseatingly vanilla aura that sparks something inside of him, or maybe it's the comfortable, yet foreign, familiarity of coffee locks and matching eyes, ‘ i did something, ’ words are stones on an iron tongue, forcing themselves through cracks in white teeth, “something i’ve done a million times before, but this time was different --- i didn’t mean it.” each syllable licks wounds into his mouth --- his body shivers from remnants of adrenaline and palms reach to cover a pale face. “fuck i didn’t mean it, cali.” a beat of silence, and exiguous laughter echos through nimble fingers, ’ and GOD,’ his hands fall back down to his sides at the word, ‘do you want to know the most annoying part of all of this ? i don’t get why i FUCKING care.”