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[beyondthefold]

BEN BARNES as BILLY RUSSO The Punisher S01E03 "Kandahar"

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"I   dare   you   to   try."

"Do   you   always   get   close?"

"You’re   pushing   my   limits."

"Stop   looking   at   me   like   that."

"I’m   losing   control   here."

"You   have   no   idea,   do   you?"

"I   can’t   resist   you   anymore."

"Stay   back,   or   don’t."

"I   know   what   you   want."

"This   is   getting   dangerous   now."

"You’re   too   tempting   for   me."

"I   shouldn’t   want   this,   but…"

"I   don’t   play   fair,   remember?"

"Careful,   you’re   testing   me."

"You’re   just   making   it   worse."

"You’re   too   close   for   comfort."

"Do   you   always   push   buttons?"

"Stop   before   I   kiss   you."

"You’re   making   it   too   hard."

"I   can’t   stop   thinking   about   you."

"I   want   you   too   much."

"You   know   exactly   what   you’re   doing."

"I’m   not   playing   games   here."

"You’ve   crossed   the   line   now."

"Keep   pushing,   and   you’ll   regret   it."

"This   is   dangerous,   isn’t   it?"

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"Don’t   make   me   regret   this."

"You’re   playing   with   fire."

"You   don’t   know   what’s   coming."

"I   shouldn’t   be   this   close."

"We’re   getting   dangerously   close   now."

"I   can   feel   the   heat."

"Don’t   test   me   right   now."

"I   want   you   too   badly."

"Don’t   make   me   chase   you."

"You’re   distracting   me,   you   know."

"I   won’t   fall   for   this."

"I   want   you,   but…"

"What   do   you   want   from   me?"

"I’ll   never   give   in."

"I’m   trying   not   to   care."

"You’re   playing   with   my   patience."

"Don’t   make   this   harder,   please."

"I   can’t   stop   this   feeling."

"I’m   already   in   too   deep."

"You   won’t   walk   away   unscathed."

"You’re   walking   a   fine   line."

"I’m   trying   to   stay   calm."

"What   are   you   doing   to   me?"

[blueberrycasanova]

i think dumbledore was growing weed in the forbidden forest the whole time and that’s why it was forbidden. that’s also why he acts the way he does.

[aliienatcd]

Just to be clear - 

        Even if we have never interacted, you are more than welcome to send me memes. Sentence memes, text memes, questions about my muse. It’s a great way to start something new between muses. If you want to interact, but none of my starters are interesting, send me a meme. If you want to know my muse better, send me a meme. If you just have nothing better to do and want to see if something will develop between our muses, send me a meme. 

[thechosengryffindor-archive]

@blackswritings sent in: ' i've seen you spaced out before, but this is ridiculous '

Harry's attention snapped forward, glancing over at the speaker and, for a moment, he realized he had been reaching for his wand. "I had a long night." he muttered, dropping his hands and shifting his attention towards the other. "Did you ask me something?"

[blackswritings]

Ethan gazed a moment longer at Harry before he shook his head. "Nothing." Though his gaze lingered a moment longer on the other. "Long night? You know.. You can't keep beating yourself up over things in the past, Harry."

[mcflymemes]

DRAMATIC & PROTECTIVE RELATIONSHIP PROMPTS *  for the ones who want to keep you safe from harm

get behind me.

go inside and lock the door and don't come out until i say so.

are you all right? where are you hurt?

over my dead body.

i promised them i'd keep you safe.

i sleep better when you're next to me.

are you serious? i'm not letting you risk your life.

don't go. it's safer here.

i should have been here. this is my fault.

here. take this gun. don't pull the trigger unless it's absolutely necessary.

they told me to watch you.

i won't let anyone lay a hand on you.

stay close to me.

i'm not worth saving. please.

can you stay? just for a little while? it would help.

it's too dangerous out there.

i thought i'd lost you.

can you hear me? hello? where are you?

they're all afraid of me.

they told me you'd be trouble. clearly that was an understatement.

one of us has to make it out of here.

is that a bruise?

get back. get back right now.

did they touch you?

i already lost you once. i'm not going to lose you again.

a few more steps. we're nearly there. i've got you.

where does it hurt? let me see.

oh my god, you're covered in blood.

i love you, but you have to go.

climb on my back. i'll carry you.

i wish you'd stay.

i slept here all night. i couldn't leave you.

stay with me. i can keep you safe.

no. i've made my decision. you're staying here.

holy shit. are you okay? what the hell happened?

we have to get inside right now.

quick! hide! in here!

if they know you're with me, they'll leave you alone.

if they attack again, we'll be ready.

this never should have happened.

i want you to run, okay? run and don't look back.

you're all right. you're safe. it's over.

i'll feel better once you're out of this.

i don't have nightmares when you're here.

where have you been? i've been calling you all night.

your phone went straight to voicemail. what's going on?

i don't want anything to happen to you.

i can't stand the thought of losing you.

i won't let them touch you.

when we met, i promised myself i'd keep you safe.

where'd they go? i'll give them a piece of my mind.

here. squeeze my hand if it hurts.

i'll lay beside you.

no. it's non-negotiable. you're staying here.

i don't want you to die, okay?

listen to me! i know what i'm doing!

i can't lose you again!

do you hear me? i love you! i've always loved you.

i've got you. i'm right here.

can i stay? i'll take the couch.

tell them you're with me.

you can make it. i believe in you.

are you kidding me? who decided this?

here, i'll pick you up.

get back in the car. i'll handle this.

if anyone can do it, it's you.

let me carry you to safety.

i don't do well when you're away.

[blackswritings]

Open starter

A shuddering breath heaved from his lips as he stood in the long stretching hallway of Grimmauld place. His eyes dancing in a rapid pace over the decor that still brought night terrors in the depths of the night. For a moment he could’ve sworn he saw fathoms of the past dancing in the shadows. With a quick shake of his head the youngest Black snapped back to reality.  It was long gone and though the place didn’t feel any less light, the people that caused the horrors were long gone and rotten in the ground. Though another wave of anxiety hit Ethan as just the ever so slight sound of footsteps were heard from somewhere in the house. Quickly he regained his posture and straightened his spine as he quickly occluded the memories that raced through his mind. Only then he spoke low. "Make yourself known!"

[blackswritings]

* STARTER CALL     like this post for a starter

__Suddenly after all these years this guy decided to pop in my head again. Perhaps it was the enormous amount of HP-fan fiction I recently consumed.

[blackswritings]

My apologies for my absence, sadly, someone close to me passed away. Thank you for understanding, hope to be back soon.

[blackswritings]

Hey guys. I’m sorry for my inactivity, I’m incredibly busy at the moment. Therefore, I made a quick schedule of when I will be online and offline. Please, my messenger is open any time and discord on request.

[vhsmeme]

* mini starter call

send a word for a starter. feel free to combine prompts.

‘ dial ’ for a phone call starter

‘ beep ’ for a texting starter

‘ silence ’ for a nonverbal starter

‘ sun ’ for a good morning starter

‘ moon ’ for a goodnight starter

‘ care ’ for a sick starter

‘ hurt ’ for an injured starter

‘ zzz ’ for a tired starter

‘ recovery ’ for a hospital starter

‘ heart ’ for a caring starter

‘ onion ’ for an angsty starter

‘ trouble ’ for a worrisome starter 

‘ boo ’ for a scared starter

‘ lull ’ for a comforting starter 

‘ balloon ’ for a happy starter

‘ rawr ’ for a silly starter

‘ grump ’ for a bad mood starter

[blackswritings]

throwxawayxthexkey‌:

    “ You implied it. ” Floyd snapped at the other, though he allowed him to explain himself after, “ You are too right he has brain. ” The Scotsman felt a hand on his shoulder; his close friend, Lucius Malfoy, whispered in his ear, defusing the situation. The blond man seemed to push Floyd away from the subject; it was not a direct attack on his son. Perhaps he was too quick to defend Zachary, not in the parental way, but in a way that showed his insecurities of what his son could do to their family name. His best friend at Hogwarts was a half-blood; if it were up to Floyd, Zachary would only allow purebloods into his innercircle. 

Zachary was still stood in silence, watching Ethan state his case. It was not until the other Black made a comment when he finally spoke.     “ I am willing to serve the Dark Lord no matter what. So be it a mark or a piece of jewellery, I will be careful and I will wear it with pride. ” The boy was reserved when he spoke, feeling his father’s eyes burning into his head, analysing every word he spoke. Luckily his father smirked at the comment, just happy at the fact that Zachary said he wants to serve as a Death Eater. Little does he know, it is far from the truth.

“I never implied anything, it’s the way you interpreted it.” Another pull on his hand, one he ignored once more. It was time someone spoke up for those who had no voice. He had nothing left to lose unlike most in this room, unlike most of them thought. What? A fiancee he didn’t love? A marriage carefully planned out on the way and start to ‘breed’ the perfect next heir of Black? It was all sickening to him and a thing he had managed to postpone since he was seventeen. However, with times changing – he had little choice left. 

Ethan shrugged, a smug smirk on his lips as the boy spoke up, sending him a quick wink before leaning back in his seat again. “It won’t be long till he can wear the mark with pride, Key. The school will be ours soon.” Switching his gaze back to Zachary, he titled his head in questioning. “Any piece of jewellery of preference? I will have it ready tomorrow.”

“It will be your death one day if you don’t stop speaking everything against.” Lauren hissed as they walked down the stairs to head back to their own mansion. “Wouldn’t that be a dream, love? But luck ain’t on my side.” Ethan grinned down at his lover before apparating.

[blackswritings]

throwxawayxthexkey‌:

Zachary took a long deep breath. His face pale from the anxiety and sickness that he was attempting to hide. The fear was overwhelming. Within Hogwarts, the blond prefect was either adored or feared. Being scared was an emotion was something he associated when around his father. Though nobody knew for certain (and it could just be all gossip), there was speculation that the elder Key was extremely rough with his son. Not that would be of any surprised. Floyd was often brutal with those who disrespected him; a man at the forefront of violence.

The young blond’s name was called. His stomach was tight as fumbling fingers rolling up his crisp, white sleeve. The boy was physically shaken. It was not a surprise he flinched when Ethan Black exclaimed his comment. Zachary was frozen in the spot, arm still outstretched. His gunmetal eyes contrasted those of the Black’s. His breathing was heavy, knowing his father’s tongue was sharp and could not be bitten.     “ Watch your mouth, Black. ” Floyd spat out at the other; his voice a deep, smooth, Scottish accent, “ Zachary could do just as good of a job, hell, even a better job at serving the Dark Lord than any of you. ” Pride was a vice that ran in the Key family, a trait that could be seen through many generations. “ He may be a prefect but he would be able to keep his arm concealed, he is far from stupid. Aren’t you, Zachary? ”

    “ N-no. I’m not stupid. ” Notice how the younger Key recoiled when his father spoke, closing his eyes. As he stuttered, he felt this father’s mahogany eyes burning into him, forcing his voice to strengthen as he spoke. “ I am capable. ” 

Floyd scoffed when the Professor spoke, “ And are you going to design these accessories, Severus? A piece of merchandise… ”

“You know I never do, Key.” And it was a problem, one that had cost nearly his life several times. If it wasn’t for Bellatrix who was more than delighted to have her cousin on their side and actually found great amuse in him having a word against everything and everyone, he would’ve been long dead. “I never said he was stupid, sir. It takes a brain to become a prefect and a model for many young students and same years likewise.” Ethan calmly continued. “But that Potter boy and his little minions very well known how to screw things up. Sometimes it might not even be your sons own fault Floyd. It could be as simple as a sleeve ripping.” 

Lauren, his fiancee, pulled on his sleeve – trying to make him shut up about it and drop it. He was certain he was getting hell from her once home. It was always the same. But a few sweet words of what meant nothing to him had her calm down easily. “I think, my cousin got the brains to very well do it himself.” Black’s did have a pride they held high as well. Even though Ethan couldn’t care one bit about his name, it didn’t mean Bellatrix nor Narcissa did. 

[blackswritings]

olympian aesthetics !

APHRODITE     laughter loving.   sweet smiles. dressed in silk and satin. flower in their hair. sees the world as a runway.   unapologetically sexual.  the sea washing their ankles. in love with love.   stirrer of passion.  cunning concealed by painted lips.   secret daggers.  doves.  revolution in their kiss.  delighting in the waves.   flirtatious winks.   strolling along the beach.   staring wistfully from a balcony.   this is how to be a heartbreaker.  wants to be adored. gets turned on by danger. APOLLO   glitz and glamour.  art galleries.  turning the volume up.  being made of gold.  neatly organized music sheets.  notebooks filled with poetry. bathing in the sunlight. the powerful urge to create.  collecting vinyl records.  beautiful cover of wonderwall.   playing multiple instruments. tasting like sunshine. healing touch.  speaking in prophecies. smile mingled with wrath. shunning lies.  sporting shades.   hanging out at music festivals with their friends.   sleeps naked.  arrow to the heart.  paint brushes.  probably has a tinder account. ARES   armed for battle. wants to raise a dog with their significant other.   soft spot for children.  gives piggyback rides. scarred body. blood on their hands and face. willing to fight the world for the ones they love.  fights against injustice. warm hugs.   well worn combat boots. boxing gloves.  bandages wrapped around bruised knuckles.  fist raised in protest.  ignites revolutions.  fear is a prison.  more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think.   exhausted.   damaged goods. force to be reckoned with. red roses.    curses under their breath. ARTEMIS    keen sense of a hunter.  freckles like constellations on their skin.  piercing eyes. disheveled braid.  moonlight peeking through the shadows. the calm of the forest at night. lying on the grass and staring at the stars. mother doe and her fawn.   protecting their kin. the moon shimmering on a still lake.  quiver full of arrows resting against the bark of a tree.  running with wolves. bonding while circled around a campfire.  not being much of a people person.  arrow hitting a target.   popping egos.   patience on 3%. touches heaven and returns howling. ATHENA     discerning gaze.  unreadable face. quiet museums.   owl perched on their finger. armor that intimidates. eye for architecture.   plays the sims for the sole purpose of building houses.   studied the blade while everyone else was busy getting laid.  big fan of logic.   loves brain teasers.  ancient buildings.   sweaters in neutrals and cool colors.   hair done up.   can kill you with their brain.   heads to the library often to research. sharpened pencils. abs that can cut steel.   stoic statues.   pottery classes. DEMETER     soil covered hands. smile that can bloom flowers.  skin loved by the sun. being the mom friend.  can lift you and your friends.  flowers kept in the pockets of overalls. takes pride in their beautiful garden. speaks to their plants.  leaves rustling in the wind. stalks of wheat.  picking fruit.  greenhouses.   heart as strong as a mountain. values simplicity. daisies dotted across a collarbone.  curls crowned with flowers. folded pile of sweaters in warm hues.   pulling out fresh baked bread out of the oven and the smell wafting through the air. DIONYSUS     drunk shitposter.  on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve even finished your second. seductive smirks. untamed curls.  rich fabrics on dark skin. sleek furred panthers.   theatre masks.   stage productions.   receiving a standing ovation.  rose caught between their teeth. being the baby of the bunch. wild parties that last from sundown to sunup.  creeping vines. inspiring loyalty. grand opera houses.   masquerade balls.   rolls of film.  shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine spilled floor.   pouring champagne into flutes.  lives for the applause. HEPHAESTUS       the calloused hands of someone who knows labor.   sweaty brow.   flame burning in their eyes. inventive mind.   broad shoulders.   steampunk goggles.   nuts and bolts stored away in little boxes. ashes. striking a match.  blueprints for future projects.  fixing up a busted up car and giving it cool upgrades.   wrestles with bitterness.   work boots have seen better years.  wrinkled plaid shirts.   iron melted in blazing fire. huge jackets. crafting masterpieces. greased stained overalls.   fascination with robotics. pain is fuel.  stack of weaponry.   even their muscles have muscles. HERA       resting bitch face. dressed to the nines.   cows grazing on a pasture. cool rain.  loving and hating fiercely. hand clutching a string of pearls.   large chandelier with glittering crystals. plays the sims for the sole purpose of killing off their sims. romance to realism.   pictures of the sky while flying on a plane. files that under ‘ fuck it ’.   downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix. like their selfie or you’re grounded.   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man.  dark eyes that penetrate your soul.  marble and gold. HERMES     devil-may-care smile.    always up-to-date on the latest technology. will steal your french fries. does it for the vine.   shitposter. puts googly eyes on everything. meme hoarder.   long drives on the highway. ma and pop diners. spontaneous road trips.   folded maps.  fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop.  shooting hoops on the basketball court.   chatting up strangers as you all journey to your own destinations. goes jogging in the morning . mixes redbull with coffee. menace on april fool’s. hoodies and sneakers.   POSEIDON     storm with skin. colorful coral reefs.  waves crashing against the shore.   stroking the soft fur of a cat.   their heart pounding as their horse’s gentle trot speeds into a gallop. tousled locks. clothes smeared with paint.  owns several sketchbooks yet always yearns to own more.  leather jackets.   fondness for diy projects. handwriting that flows across the page.   nimble fingers playing the strings of a violin.   velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams.   mood as ever-changing as the sea.   the roar of a motorcycle. compass with a spinning arrow. ZEUS    thunder in their heart. running on coffee. flash of lightning. un-natural charisma. eloquence. badass in a nice suit.  aficionado of history. force of nature. lenny face.nightmare-filled nights.  proud arm around their lover’s waist. high-rise buildings. planes soaring through a cloudless sky. technician on the piano.   maintains order.  strong handshake. juggling multiple events on their busy schedule with ease.   expensive watch.

Tagged by: @throwxawayxthexkey (thank you! I absolutely love this!) Tagging: @wearebrighterthanthesun – @thefamilyblack – @rosesworn – @therearemoreimportanthings  and anyone else who would love to do this!

[wearebrighterthanthesun]

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[blackswritings]

wearebrighterthanthesun‌:

“I know what you meant” she smiled softly, lowering her wand onto the table and picking up her own glass before taking another sip, this time with no reaction. “Don’t go getting any ideas, there are easier ways to go about getting a girls attention,” She told him with another soft laugh, her eyes staying on his for a moment longer before she blinked her way out of it. “Oh yeah, no problem” she nodded leaning back so she wasn’t so close to him. “I’ll be here as long as it’s safe and I’m needed.”

He laughed on her comment and shook his head. “I know, but it spices things up a bit.” He shrugged his shoulders before he straightened himself. “Healers are always needed around here, Isla. And I don’t quite think there’s much of a safer place than here right now.” The place was guarded with all possible spells. No one unwanted could just sneak in, even if they tried to.

Tapping on the door frame, he looked one last time over his shoulder towards the petite blonde. “Have a good nights sleep.. I’ll see you tomorrow.”

Staring in the depths of his black coffee he listened once again to Harry his rants. Ethan wasn’t a morning person and the whining didn’t make it any easier. “Just focus on school, Harry. Might be for the best now.” He muttered as his gaze lifted. “Worrying never created anything good.” Yawning he leaned back in his seat. His eyes searching the room for the blonde he had encountered last night. Which didn’t seem to go unnoticed by Sirius. “Looking for someone?” A teasing grin spread the man his lips. “How did last night go?” Rolling his eyes, Ethan swirled the coffee in his mug, shrugging his shoulders. “Pretty good. Nothing new unfortunately.”

[blackswritings]

throwxawayxthexkey‌:

Finally, his time had come. Another Key to serve the Dark Lord, except this one was not like the Key before him. Zachary and his father had some similarities. They shared some personality traits; stubbornness, cunningness and wit, just to name a few. Yet, there was a distinct difference between the father and son. Looks wise, it was obvious. But nonetheless, both appeared loud, confident and entitled, showing their self-assurance; however, only one of them was genuine. Perhaps it was that Zachary took after his mother in behaviours and mannerisms, but he acted like his father. It was always going to be an act. Zachary could not bare to disappoint his father anymore than he already has.

Floyd Key was a wizard who was well respected, a close friend of Lucius Malfoy. Much like Zachary, Floyd grew up surrounded by pureblood ideologies. One could argue that Floyd did not know any better; a lack of education causing him to surrender himself to the Dark Lord and his ignorance towards muggle-borns and his disgust towards most half-bloods. He placed a hand on his son’s shoulder, whispering in his ear, his voice deep and smooth.     “ Do us proud, son. ”

Zachary gulps, looking at his mother, who was already sat at the table, before looking up at his father, nodding softly. His father hits his shoulder proudly, a prideful smirk plastered on his face. The blond can feel the eyes of his fellow Death Eaters looking at him. After all, he was Floyd Key’s son, they would be expecting a lot from him. This was to be his destiny, right? To serve and dedicate his life the Dark Lord. He was still a boy. A Slytherin prefect; the ideal candidate to become a Death Eater.

His eyes followed the young gentleman. Much reminding him of himself when he had to surrender. Except, he didn’t fight. But there was something about his demeanour that told him he wasn’t here voluntarily. Part of him wanted to stand up and jump in for the boy. But he knew it was met with possible death and chaos. A sigh heaved his lips as he tried to relax in his chair. Once you surrendered, you gave away your freedom. Summoned as you were pleased and needed. Sadly for the young curse breaker, it was almost a daily occurrence. He fought against those he would’ve once described as family. Now.. now he had a land of empty promises. A delusion of love he chose to believe in. What else would he have?

However, Ethan Black could not keep his mouth shut the moment the blonde his arm was stretched out, ready to have the curse casted on him that would haunt him for life. “How many more underaged wizards and witches do you want to sacrifice?” His obsidian eyes darted to the dark lord as the already silent room seemed to have all the oxygen sucked out of it for a brief moment. “I think, rather than to give those you think worthy and loyal the mark, you we should find another way to keep in contact or summon them when we need them than to mark them.” He continued calmly as his eyes darted to the boy. “No offense, Key. But you’re a prefect, it would cost a lot for him to consistently cover up his mark, as will in be for the prefect girl who will brought in. It will become apparent they are passing on information to us and we will possibly lose our eyes and ears between those walls which we need desperately.” 

“Black’s got a point there, Lord.” The ever so bored sounding voice of Snape spoke. Ethan leaned back in his seat, raising an eyebrow as he scratched his stubble. “We could charm a bracelet, necklace, they won’t be able to take off. Until they graduate of course. Or we take over Hogwarts.”

[wearebrighterthanthesun]

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[blackswritings]

wearebrighterthanthesun‌:

“A lot of proving myself and a lot of undignified amount of begging,” She told him with a soft laugh, glancing up at him for a moment before bringing her attention back down to his wound. It was healing nicely, slowly and it still looks rather sore but it wasn’t bleeding and it was getting smaller to her relief. “You don’t call this real work?”  She tilted her head to the side and raised an eyebrow as he spoke. “Just don’t make a habit of it because if you keep getting into 3 on 1 duals, you’ll need all my attention.”

“I mean in a hospital.” He mumbled as took another sip of his drink, emptying the glass. “But yeah, it is real work what you’re doing now.” He wanted to leave a comment on how it once again was just a scratch, but instead he grinned playfully down at her.

“So.. If I want your attention, I only need to get wounded?” A teasing gleam appeared in his eyes as he studied hers. “Good to know.” He lowered his gaze to his arm, that seemed to have healed almost completely. “Thanks..” He cleared his throat as silence fell upon them for a moment. “Uh.. I think I will head to bed.” Pointing to the ceiling he slowly got up. “You’re here longer than today?”