JAW DROPPING, HEART STOPPING

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𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐘 𝐇𝐎𝐑𝐎𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐈

sentences from amrit brar’s shitty horoscopes series. you may adjust as needed.

BOOK I: SUCH TERRIBLE THINGS

❛ holy fucking shit. just. holy shit. what the fuck. ❜

❛ nobody really knows the nuances of what you get up to in your spare time, and honestly they’re probably better off that way. ❜

❛ busy yourself with the affairs of the living, for once.. ❜

❛ the answer is no. ❜

❛ ohhh boy. you. fuck you. yes, you specifically. ❜

❛ delete your search history. ❜

❛ please practice blinking as others can be unsettled by your inhuman ability to maintain an unbreakable stare during casual conversation. ❜

❛ what did you ever do to deserve this? in all probability, something terrible. ❜

❛ you are a crayon. get out of the toolbox. ❜

❛ none will love the butcher. don’t take it too personally. ❜

❛ some relationships, like warts, can be handled with the tactful application of liquid nitrogen. ❜

❛ take a long shower. wash your hair. wash the clothes you were wearing. wash the memories from your mind and body. ❜

BOOK II: ANGER

❛ frostbite is considerably difficult to heal from. ❜

❛ there is poetry in brutal efficiency. ❜

❛ HELLFIRE HELLFIRE HELLIRE. ❜

❛ people would take your raging far more seriously if you weren’t crying the entire time. ❜

❛ what made you so vindictive? ❜

❛ some bodies may be temples, but all are ruins at your feet. ❜

❛ your contempt will always taste like grief. ❜

❛ in the process your body is subsumed piece by piece. ❜

❛ you are the bone-deep fury of an abscessed tooth. ❜

❛ you are notorious for rubbing salt in the wound. cheap vodka in the wound. battery acid in the wound! ❜

❛ vehicular arson is not the answer. ❜

❛ hate is a verb. ❜

BOOK III: PETTY EXISTENTIAL CRISES

❛ the sooner you accept your impending expiration, the sooner you can stop trying to swallow the sun. ❜

❛ embrace the inevitable. snuggle with the inevitable. take the inevitable out to a nice, candle-lit dinner. ❜

❛ there are forces outside of your control. most of them don’t care for you. ❜

❛ when it all goes to hell just remember it’s what’s inside that counts (though many would not find you very appetizing). ❜

❛ not all things have significance, which is scary. the things you overlooked tend to have the most, which is scarier. ❜

❛ your teeth are only porcelain, your ribcage simply glass. like all delicate things, they can know no permanence. ❜

❛ in time you’ll learn that “just” and “right” only mean the same thing when they’re coming from very specific people. please don’t cry. ❜

❛ you may not want to change, but the world is unforgiving and will do it for you anyway. ❜

❛ sometimes we put our hearts in the wrong places (what the fuck is it going between your teeth). ❜

❛ nothing can stay. ❜

❛ you can put all the flowers in your mouth that you fucking want, but dying is dying and rot is rot. ❜

❛ loneliness is the fracture that never heals quite right. ❜

BOOK IV: RESOLUTIONS

❛ lay them to rest. ❜

❛ they are there, hovering nervously. you will watch the skies. you will wait. ❜

❛ eat the other. ❜

❛ there will be scrapes and sutures: viciousness and victory. ❜

❛ no loose ends. ❜

❛ a cacophony of awe and joy and terror. ❜

❛ an eye for an eye. a tooth for a tooth. a knife for the ribs. ❜

❛ you will not be swayed by the morally destitute. ❜

❛ decay will feed the bloom. ❜

❛ devour death like crows, for all the feathers between your teeth. ❜

❛ twisting/screaming/uncompromising. every inch. every iota. ❜

❛ once, answers were found in mouths, bathtubs, and bottles. this time around, get inventive. ❜

BOOK VI: AFTER THE FALL

❛ lies you have told yourself: your humanity is the largest burden you will bear. ❜

❛ decorating your meltdowns is all well and good, but a trainwreck is a trainwreck and it might be time to get a paramedic. ❜

❛ they tell you “there i nothing to fear but fear itself,” but you have seen yourself in the mirror. ❜

❛ you may have been gutted but you mouth is soft, your tongue is silver, and your teeth are gemstones cut to size. ❜

❛ it’s less like biting off more than you can chew, and more like dislocating your jaw. ❜

❛ even spectres can tire. ❜

❛ seeing yourself for who you really are would be great if you knew where to start looking. ❜

❛ it pays to kill with kindness when you’re your own worst enemy. ❜

❛ you’re only armed to the teeth because you’re more brittle than you’d care to admit. ❜

❛ your ego cannot afford cremation or caskets. ❜

❛ frequent tastes of your own medicine can get poisonous real quick. ❜

❛ self reflection is important! whether you like what you see is up for debate. whether it can be contained in a dark basement is another matter entirely. ❜

BOOK VII: MAGICK

❛ you are a quiet god, and your hunger is cavernous. ❜

❛ at times your body is simply a prison laid in gold. ❜

❛ death, dust, party, repeat. ❜

❛ devour the monsters and you can call any place home. ❜

❛ you’re only as lucky as your expectations are low. ❜

❛ worse than having too many secrets is having no secrets at all. ❜

❛ if seeing is believing you might be in some trouble. ❜

❛ suspend belief. expel fear. throw reason into a frigid cell, never to be seen again. ❜

❛ killing the monsters is the easy bit. it’s finding them that’s the hard part. ❜

❛ there exists a tipping point between gods and monsters. ❜

❛ a mouthful of ashes bested by a life of smoke and mirrors. ❜

❛ what’s to be gained from the keeping the heaviest of treasures behind your teeth? ❜

[movietvetc]

THOMAS DOHERTY AS LIAM SHAWCROSS IN HIGH FIDELITY (2020-)

[griefate1-deactivated20221030]

“Your resting state is war. It’s your nature.”

— Veil - Into the Badlands AMC (via rotvibraniumxarchive)

[crpralki]

@bgdnw​​ sent " you sound so pretty “ SMUTTY / INTIMATE STARTER PROMPTS [ ACCEPTING ]

by   many   things   is   he   oft   consumed   ---         but   you   have   managed   to   devour   him   in   a   way   that   leaves   even   his   most   baser   instincts   breathless.         DO   YOU   KNOW   WHAT   YOU   MUST   BE   TO   TAME   ME ?  WOLF-SHED,   MOON   BITTEN,   GODLINESS   STREAMING   THROUGH   YOUR   FINGERTIPS   LIKE   STYGIAN   WATER.   YOUR   MAGNETISM   SOMETHING   HOLY   AND   DIVINE.   AN   OTHERWORLDLY   INFLICTION.            (   and   maybe   the   rest   of   the   world   doesn't   see   it,   but   i   do.   i   see   the   way   the   ocean   bends,   and   the   winds   yield,   and   the   wilds   bow.   i   see   how   the   stars   carve   you   from   the   blackness:   strong   jowled   &   savage   /   a   beautiful   ferocity   above   me   )            but   he   feels   it,   too.      your   touch   just   enough   to   leave   him   shuddering   --      lust   gnawing   at   his   spine   and   his   bare   flesh.      carnality   snapping   for   his   bones.         he   rallies   so   frequently   for   blood   &&   ruin   but   now   he   is   desperate   for   a   new   master,   vertebrae   curling,   skin   yearning   for   contact.         it   is   a   vulnerable   want.      a   shameless   ache.      you   have   invited   a   lasciviousness   into   his   corpse   and   now   he   feels   it   rushing   towards   his   toes   &&   between   his   thighs,   licentious.         (   a   sensuality   so   deeply   rooted   and   well   bloomed   that   the   display   to   follow   couldn't   be   mistaken   for   anything   other   than   aroused   )               he   reaches   for   you,   nimble   fingers   tangling   into   your   hair,      gluttonous,      sex   dripping   from   his   joints.         were   the   soul   part   of   his   innards,   it   would   be   constricted   too,   held   taut   by   your   tongue.         HE   IS   A   CHARACTER   SUSPENDED   IN   A   SEA   OF   UNHOLY   APPETITE   AND   ISN'T   SURE   WHETHER   TO   SWIM   OR   DROWN.   YOUR   SIREN   CALL   HYPNOTIC.   HIS   BOSOM   FIT   TO   BURST.      KING   AT   WAR   WITH   THE   PAUPER   -   DOMINANCE   WITH   SURRENDER.         but   inevitably   he   yields,   and   it   is   like   a   clashing   of   a   throne   against   a   mountainside,   violent,   cinematic,   knuckles   white   as   they   hold   to   you.   once   there   was   a   heartrender   but   now   he   is   falling   apart   with   all   the   delicacy   of   his   tormented.         he's   not   even   sure   he   can   recognize   the   sounds   to   follow   as   his   own   ---            the   howling   notes   riotous   against   the   confines   of   chosen   walls.      a   braying   to   the   moon   &&   to   you.         shoulders   drop.      he's   having   a   hard   time   holding   the   weight   of   his   own   skeleton,   cheek   smothering   into   the   sheets.         if   he   had   the   will   to   do   so,   he'd   make   fists   in   the   cotton   in   some   feeble   attempt   to   ride   out   the   storm,      but   the   ocean   is   too   volatile   and   your   power   overstimulating,      his   ankles   catching   the   shoals.         so   instead,   he   sinks   further.      wrists.   elbows.   chest.         ❝ DO I ? ❞      after   a   long   moment,   voice   choking   on   silt   and   gravel   from   the   atlantic   floor.         tone   striving   for   kittenish   even   in   the   wake   of   cyclones.         ❝   I   TAKE   THAT,   ❞         he   drags   in   a   breath,      ❝ AS A COMPLIMENT. ❞

[crpralki]

daily reminder that: A Corporalki Heartrender can snatch the air from your lungs, slow your pulse until you drop into a coma, or literally crush your heart in your chest—all without ever laying a finger on you.

[derekjarman]

O saisons, ô châteaux (Agnès Varda, 1958)

[dragvndreams]

[crpralki]

J O N A T H A N /  @photographertm​

on   display   --     the   haunting   of   humanity   /      fears   given   corporeal   forms   under   moonlight.      HERE IS   WHERE   THE   CRUDE   &   THE   CRUCIFIED HAVE   CHOSEN   TO   GATHER. FIENDS   LOOSE   AMONG   THE   MORTAL. WOLVES   LEERING   OVER   THE SHEEP.            (   and   at   his   behest,   relatively   unbothered.   the   police   had   loitered   a   while,   but   had   since   all   gone   home,   odd   complaints   of   tightness   in   their   chests !   )         his   wicked   fingers   now   left   to   idly   tap   against   a   tent   post   as   he   otherwise   observes   the   comings   &   goings   of   lambs.      the   innocent   and   the   vulnerable.   the   hopelessly   human.      for   the   most   part,   his   tasks   are   over,   but   every   now   and   again   curious   minds   slink   too   close   to   the   deepest   crevices   of   the   fair   and   require   a   turnaround      (   lest   they   wander   into   something   they   can't   get   out   of   )         he   offers   you   a   smile      ---      half   performance,   half   teeth.         ❝ NOTHING BUT STORAGE BACK HERE, ❞            and   for   all   his   power,   his   voice   is   dripping   honey.         ❝ BUT IF YOU TELL ME WHAT YOU'RE LOOKING FOR, I'M SURE I CAN HELP YOU ON YOUR WAY. ❞

[crpralki]

@griefwoven​ sent " you don’t trust me, do you ? “ from c. barton

even   when   confronted,   he   retains   a   certain   degree   of   vulpine   beguilement   /      a   creature   defiled   /      skeleton   abloom   with   serpent   venom.         (   maggots   crawled   into   me   long   ago   and   grew   wild   on   my   blood.      they   leech   from   my   marrow.      they   gather   between   my   ribs:   familial,      and   familiar,      and   fraught   with   ruination   ---      wriggling   bodies   brimming   over   with   pus   )            I   WANT   TO   SAY   THAT   I   DON'T   TRUST   ANYONE.   THAT   TRUST   IS   AN   IDYLLIC   NOTION   LONG   CORNERED   BY   CREATURES   FAR   BEYOND   WHAT   WE   WILL   EVER   BE.   SAINTS   IN   CONTRAST   WITH   SINNERS.            *   that   even   now,   away   from   the   freakshow   light,   he   is   something   haunting.      a   predator,   all   grins.      his   carcass   refurbished   into   a   churchyard   left   to   crumble.         stained   glass   broken   and   glass   strewn   over   graves.      morals   shattered.            (   even   now   i   feel   all   the   corpses   i   have   ever   touched   /   every   heart   /   and   every   lung   /   and   every   ounce   of   fear   that   has   poured   between   organs   striving   for   the   ichor   i   halted   )               heartrender.      corpralki.         THERE   ARE   TRUE   MONSTERS   IN   THIS   WORLD   AND   WE   HAVE   MANAGED   TO   ACCUMULATE   A   HOARD   ALL   OUR   OWN.         witches,      and   ghouls,      and   carnivorous   beings.         your   neighbors,   my   friends.            he   shrugs   loose   shoulders   before   sitting   idle   on   a   stack   of   crates   that   creak   under   his   bones   and   are   dirty   with   travel.         ❝   I   WOULDN'T   SAY   THAT,   ❞            a   purr,   almost   indecent.      he   doesn't   know   how   to   elicit   the   emotion   that   most   people   would   expect,   he's   too   ill-practiced.         ❝   WE'RE   FRIENDS,   AREN'T   WE   ?   DOESN'T   THAT   ANSWER   IT   ?   ❞

[crpralki]

[crpralki]

popping on the dash to say my mutuals are always welcome to send me memes & turn them into threads — i love them for ice breakers ♥️

[deuvaodechinita]

Thomas Doherty | High Fidelity

[crpralki]

@bgdnw​ sent [ COVER ] for your muse to cover mine with a jacket or blanket WORD PROMPT COMPILATION / ACCEPTING

there's   a   relinquishment   about   him   when   he   sleeps   --      a   crumbling   of   the   facade   that   so   often   consumes      &      preludes   him.         it   is   a   tender   thing   that's   left   behind,      something   flayed   and   vulnerably   exposed.      an   unraveling   of   nerve   endings   blooming   outwards   towards   the   moon.               (   but   my   dreams   are   a   little   less   kind,   less   aloof,   less   relaxed.   they   strain   against   the   confines   of   my   brain   matter,   anxious.   they   howl   throughout   the   caverns   of   my   bones   and   gnaw   at   my   spine.      haunting   images   of   death,   and   hunters,   and   gun   muzzle   flashes   behind   my   eyes   )            that   when   the   jacket   touches   him,   he   shifts   ---      has   taught   himself   never   to   sleep   too   deep   for   fear   of   exposure.      his   gaze   studying   the   material   before   twisting   to   find   you,      a   smile   (   though   still   coquettish   by   nature   )      waking   the   ends   of   his   mouth.               ❝   SUCH   A   GENTLEMAN,   ❞            and   though   he's   awake,   now,   his   voice   remains   thick   with   the   sleep   still   chasing   the   tendrils   of   his   thoughts.            long   fingers   pull   the   jacket   a   little   higher   over   his   shoulders   as   he   noses   down   into   the   couch   again.         ❝   COULD   ALWAYS   WARM   ME   UP   YOURSELF   IF   YOU   WANTED.   I   PROMISE   I   WOULDN'T   COMPLAIN.   ❞

[crpralki]

A R T H U R /  @rexquondcm·

𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐆𝐇 𝐇𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐑𝐀𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐒𝐂𝐀𝐑𝐋𝐄𝐓 𝐕𝐄𝐋𝐕𝐄𝐓 & 𝐆𝐎𝐋𝐃 𝐒𝐏𝐔𝐍 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊, it’s steel that encrusts the scaffolding of his bones, fortitude turning flesh to burnished metal. Wrath an inheritance by blood, soul forged in the fire of dragons ( for ruin has a name & it is his, death keeping court in the void beneath his breast, oozing carnage from the porous matter of his skin ; man become beast, king become conquerer ).

❛ Yet in doing so, you would invite the use of magic, which you know to be forbidden within Camelot’s walls ? ❜   Eyes resemble burning embers as he considers the man before him, words spoken through the grit of teeth.   ❛ What say you to these accusations ? ❜

residual   mirth   at   the   expense   of   madness   continues   to   loiter,   viscous,   pleasure   curdled   under   his   skin.            it   is   a   cruel   abandonment   of   reason.         it   makes   a   home   in   the   hollow   points   of   his   bones   as   if   marrow   --      blood   rimmed      &   vice   fed.         I   AM   A   COMPILATION   OF   CELLS   BUT   HOW   MANY   OF   THEM   DO   YOU   IMAGINE   KNOW   THE   TASTE   OF   EMPATHY   ?      COMPASSION   LONG   SUFFOCATED   AND   FORCED   INTO   THE   TINIEST   OF   NICHES   IN   MY   SKELETON.         VERTEBRAE   A   LADDER   RUNG   ERECTED   OUT   OF   EMOTIONAL   COMPOST.         (   even   still,   the   grinning   facade   loiters,   a   hound   staring   into   the   flame,   fangs   unafraid   of   the   burn.   )                  ❝   AT   THE   RISK   OF   SOUNDING   LIKE   A   PROPER   FOOL,   I'M   AFRAID   I   WAS   UNAWARE   OF   THIS   PARTICULAR   RULE   OF   YOURS.   ❞            lie,   or   truth?         he   has   become   so   articulate   with   both   /      serpent   tongue   laving   against   the   base   of   his   skull,      venom   pressing   to   his   cerebellum,      poison   dripping   into   his   eyes.            ❝ AN  IGNORANT  TRAVELER'S  MISTAKE, ❞         he   risks   a   step   closer   in   spite   of   the   watchful   guard      &      you,   both.        ❝   SURELY A  RIGHTEOUS   KING   WOULDN'T  PUNISH  A  MAN   FOR   THAT.   ❞

[crpralki]

BONNIE & ISTVAN ANTHOLOGY (VOL. 1)     1. YOUNG AND BEAUTIFUL /   2. WOLVES /   3. SHADOW PREACHERS /   4. GLORY AND GORE  /   5. TOXIC /   6. FIRE MEET GASOLINE /   7. I GOT YOU /   8. CONTROL /   9. LEGENDS ARE MADE                  FT. @mudwoven

[morememesforall]

word prompts compilation

complies THIS MEME // THIS MEME // THIS MEME

ADD ++ FOR REVERSE

[ attention ] for your muse to touch mine as a way of getting their attention

[ wake ] for your muse to wake mine

[ cover ]  for your muse to cover mine with a blanket or a jacket

[ lift ] for your muse to give mine a hand stepping up or over something etc.

[ kiss ]  for your muse to come up to mine and kiss them without warning

[ run ] for your muse to run their fingers through mine’s hair

[ braid ] for your muse to braid mine’s hair

[ embrace ]  for your muse to hold mine

[ smile ] for your muse to smile at mine from across the room

[ wave ] for your muse to gesture to mine to come closer

[ panic ] for your muse to grab mine’s arm or get behind them in a moment of danger

[ touch ] for your muse to rest their forehead against mine’s

[ weep ]  for your muse to catch mine crying

[ eat ] for your muse to offer mine food

[ hit ] for your muse to attack mine

[ love ] for your muse to touch mine as a show of affection or reassurance

[ nap ] for your muse to fall asleep against mine

[ rest ] for your muse to rest their head in mine’s lap

[ look ] for your muse to catch mine staring

[ seduce ] for your muse to touch mine sexually

[ help ] for your muse to lean on mine for support

[ give ] for your muse to offer mine their arm

[ entwine ] for your muse to hold mine’s hand

[ laugh ] for your muse to laugh at something mine did

[ dance ] for your muse to dance with mine

[ sit ] for your muse to pull mine into their lap

[ yell ] for your muse to calm mine down

[ cry ] for your muse to wipe mine’s tears away

[ dream ] for my muse to share dream with yours

[ nightmare ] for your muse to wake mine from a nightmare

[ surprise ] for your muse to show up at mine’s house without explanation

[ fix ] for your muse to treat mine’s injury

[ sacrifice ] for your muse to get hurt protecting mine

[ guard ] for your muse to step between my muse and danger

[ taste ] for your muse to cook for mine

[ sing ] for your muse to sing to mine 

[ goodbye ] for my muse kissing and/or hugging your muse goodbye

[ secrets ]   my  muse  sharing/confiding  a secret

[ bloody ]   for your  muse  coming  to  my  muse  with  blood  stains 

[ drunk ]   your  muse  takes  care  of my very drunk muse 

[ bed ]  my  muse wakes up in  the  same bed as your muse with little  recollection  of  the  night  before

[ scream ]   my  muse  hears  your  muse  scream  and  runs  to  them

[ trail ]   my  muse  watches  as  your  muse  traces  one  of  my  muses  scars,  asking  them  about  it

[ piggyback ]   my  muse  gives  yours  a  piggyback  ride

[ jump ]   my  muse  holding  yours  up  by  their  thighs

[ carry ]   my  muse  carries  your  muse  to  their  house

[ lighter ]   my  muse  pulls  out  a  lighter  and  lights  it  for  your  muse  to  use  to  light  their  cigarette

[ shot ] my  muse  gets  shot  and  struggles  to  your  muses for aid

[ wound ] my  muse  patches  and  bandages  a  wound  your  muse  has  gotten

[ fight ]   my  muse  stops  your  muse  from  getting  into  a  physical  fight  with  someone  else

[ arrest ]   your  muse  finds  my  muse  arrested  in  cuffs  

[ hospital ]   my  muse  awakens  in  a  hospital,  finding  your  muse  by  their  side,  asking  what  happened

[ betrayal ] my  muse  finds  out  that  your  muse  has  betrayed  them and  confronts  them  about  it

[ nude ] my  muse  walks  in  on  your  muse  accidentally  seeing  them  naked

[ karaoke ]  for our muses to sing together

[ wet ]   your muse  strips  down  to  their  under  garments  and  runs  into  the  water,  motioning  for my muse  to  join  them

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower

[ gift ]  for  my  muse  to  surprise  your muse  with  a  gift

[ homemade gift ]  for  my  muse  to  make  your muse  a  gift

[ bestow ] for your muse to give my muse a gift, bought or handmade ( bonus if you add what it is )

[ serenade ]  for  my  muse  to  sing  to  your  muse

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose

[ date ]  for  my muse  to  ask  your  muse  to  go  on  a  date

[ confess ]  for my muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  your  muse

[ sleepy ]  for  my muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  your muse

[bllakcat-a]

———  TROUBLE  ,     it   follows   her    every   step  .      BEWARE    OF    CROSSING   THE   BLACK   CAT  ,      for    you   might    catch    your    doze    of        BAD   LUCK  !

      independent      FELICIA  HARDY  /  BLACK  CAT .  spider - man ps4  &  616   based .  /   multi-verse .   /   mutuals  only .