UNDER CONSTRUCTION

independent and highly selective oc

[bloodiedbones-blog]

Marie lost track of who’s blood was on her hands. Not just on her hands. In her hair, on her teeth, under her nails, all over her abdomen. Was her’s mixed in there? Was that why she felt so dizzy? The splatter of Irasurgo member’s blood and the Hinder blood she secretly spilled when no one was looking caked her arms, but that wasn’t what made her feel so faint. 

“If you don’t move they’re gonna notice I’m trying not to hurt you.” And by they she meant Hinder. 

[goodiintenticns-blog]

❝ you don’t actually think you’re a THREAT to me, do you? ❞ the back of a delicate hand brushes against sanguine lips which in turn curl backwards into a snarl. it’s in the gesture that blood smears across her features – a crimson contrast to her otherwise untainted figure. emerald gaze as piercing as the knife in her hand meets the other as if in a dare. ❝ don’t be so weak. ❞ she would love to see the other lay so much as a finger on her. so far, no one had had any such luck.

[goodiintenticns-blog]

ok so!! i wanted to apologize for how i’ve dropped off the face of the earth lately?! i promise i haven’t forgotten about any of you it’s just that i’ve had a rough past couple of days with exhaustion and then with the news about my home, dallas, last night. i’ll probably need a couple more days just to get back to my usual self and then i’ll make my way through replies.

[mamabot-blog]

@goodintenticns!!

   “   —-  attitude  is  deemed  unkind! ”  glitches  heard  as  the  robot  stands  in  a  firm  position. 

[goodiintenticns-blog]

❝ so what? you can’t tell me how to behave you stupid TIN CAN. i’ll crush you like the chunk of metal you are. ❞

[ladybluefox666]

[hisruins-blog]

@goodintenticns   /   accepting   .

  “   —-  you  need  to  gather  everyone  and  make  an  escape.  “  wide  eyes  are  unable  to  focus  as  he  tries  his  best  to  look  for  resources.  “  we  weren’t  prepared.  they  got  in.  someone  betrayed  us.  “  how  could  someone  have  done  this  to  them?  it  was  all  looking  bright  in  irasurgo.   only  now  to  fall  into  a  pit  of  darkness

[goodiintenticns-blog]

❝ not funny. ❞ she’s the only one around that seems to be able to remain calm. already, she’s choosing from the available ammunition, being sure to take extra to make up for what he’ll forget in his current state. what if this was the last time emery would see him? she couldn’t leave him, wouldn’t leave him. ❝ just look at you – you need me. ❞ gaze finds it’s way to him, but only for a moment. time was a luxury they couldn’t afford. ❝ find another errand boy. i’m not going to tuck my tail and run like some COWARD. ❞

[hisruins-blog]

  he  knows  she  doesn’t  like  the  attention,  but  for  some  reason  he  feels  like  she  deserves  it.  he  cant  help,  but  laugh  at  the  other  before  shaking  his  head.  “  don’t  worry  i’m  sure  genie  will  have  chance  to  let  you  rest  from  that  title.  “  he  wondered  often  if  they  would  get  a  break.  “  things  will get  better.  eventually…  someone  will  out  do  us  &  we  shall  be  forgotten  (  h  o  p  e  f  u  l  l  y  )  “

[goodiintenticns-blog]

a flutter ripples through her chest with warm hues taking him in.❝ oh right, and doom some other unfortunate soul to this life. ❞ it’s a joke hidden within the truth. no one deserved to be treated like some sort of puppet. the blonde’s grin shifts into something that more resembles a smirk, but at least this time she’s being genuine. ❝ when that day does come, i’m going to spend an entire day to myself, just wallowing in my grumpiness. ❞

[bloodiedbones-blog]

Threats were not unfamiliar to Marie now. They fueled her choices, kept her locked down and twisted onto the wrong side of things, but the difference was they were always threats to hurt Asher. Marie was used to those; what she was not adjusted to were threats from him. He wanted her dead, and she supposed that was fair considering what he believed her to be, the traitor he saw standing before him. How badly she wished to tell him that what she was wasn’t true, that Hinder only held her to them by threatening to KILL him. Where it was her death he desired, Marie was giving up everything she was, everything she had, to keep his death from happening. 

Her face never shifted, remaining fixed in a gentle, unreadable smirk with eyes narrowed somewhere between playful and lethal while his entire body shifted into something malicious, even if it was only briefly. It was easy to believe in moments like that, that Asher had lost all love he once had for her; but it didn’t matter, she was not fighting for his love anymore - she was fighting for his  L I F E. And then he was back and she had to crawl out of her thoughts long enough, every one of them besides the one she was listening to begging her to bridge the distance between him and take him away from here. They’d never run fast enough. 

“Have you forgotten Asher Blackwell? I am the big bad wolf. And they’ve let me off ‘my leash’ to bring you a promise” When she stepped closer, a butterfly rushed through her stomach even though her face twisted something vicious. “You, and every inch of this rebellion, will be crushed - and not mercifully like a bug under a boot. It will be slow, every bone you’ll hear crack and every vein you’ll see pop until your eyes have been SQUISHED from your head.” And then she was practically on top of him, up on her tip toes to be further in his face, her own morphing into a sickly sweet smile among the mess of twists and violence on it already. “And they’re gonna have me do you.” The hand she lifted to stroke his cheek was one she wished she could draw his face in with, not to kiss, but to lean in and whisper everything she said was a lie, but her happiness wasn’t worth his life. Being this close to him again made her SICK and she wanted to stay like this forever.

[goodiintenticns-blog]

asher is willing himself to forget her, to see her as nothing more than an enemy that must be destroyed. it isn’t as difficult as he thought it might be. in this light, marie pierce barely resembles the girl he had fallen in love with. he meets the pawn before him with a roll of his eyes. ❝ guess that’ll make me the huntsman who slays the wolf. ❞  she’s lost him, the expression in his eyes dead – all amusement gone despite the sinister burst of laughter that slips past carnivorous teeth. he and the war would eat her alive.

❝ whatever are they waiting for, then? ❞  he rises to his full height, the man standing in challenge to her every word. ❝ i’ve been hearing these pathetic threats for well over a year now, and that’s all they are – threats. don’t you see how WEAK your government is? they couldn’t even stamp out an irritating little rebellion group when it first rose, and now we envelop the entire city. you’re too late. we’ll only come back stronger in the wake of destruction, and the people will only be more enraged. ❞ disgust claws at his very soul. if she means to strike fear into him, she’s going about it the wrong way. all she’s doing is fueling his anger, strengthening his bloodlust and desire for a war. ❝ don’t you see? you’re fighting the inevitable. if my own blood must be spilled in order to bring about change, so be it. we both know by now how well m u r d e r can stir a war –– the people love a martyr. ❞

the facade of diplomat doesn’t break until he feels a hand on his cheek. an arm shoots out, catching her on her tiptoes, hand coiling around fragile neck. his grip strengthens with each word he utters. ❝ don’t you dare put your FILTHY hands on me ever again. ❞ he hisses. asher was no wolf, nor was he the huntsman. he was the snake that spewed venom, the devil in disguise in the garden of eden, bringing all perfect things to an end. hatred and disgust reflect in his eyes, his face contorting into something monstrous. he wanted to do it. wanted to watch the light fade from her eyes after everything she had done to him, but she didn’t deserve death – not yet. he would see her in hell soon enough.

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“Adjusting? There was no need for that.” The smirk that spread across her lips was slow and steady and the slight tilt of her head was curt. “It was like I never left.” A lie. It was all too natural given it was all she had been doing for the month since she’d been dragged back into the fold of the vicious underbelly of the government. A false face painted on everyday to smile at the citizens she gave speeches to, every morning a lie told to herself that this was who she was again. It was the only way she could get by, and Marie knew how weak that was, that what she should be doing was reminding herself that this wasn’t who she was anymore - but that hurt more than anything. To know she had come so far, made it to a place where she had the chance to be better, to be loved, to be apart of something  G O O D  , and that it was replaced by the life she was currently living. One with a choke collar around her neck and whip marks on her back, one where she was a MONSTER that haunted the dreams of every man she tortured and every child she left without a parent. A monster that haunted her own dreams. What made it worse was that Asher saw her that way too, and that he thought it was real. He could see through the facade she wore with the public, the one of a dutiful Hinder official with red lipstick and a clean ponytail, but he could not see through this one. And that was exactly what she wanted. 

“The truth is, I regret leaving in the first place.”

[goodiintenticns-blog]

❝ wonderful. then we’re both in our rightful places. ❞ at last, his sharp gaze finds it’s way to her. words are meant to strike at her heart, but that doesn’t mean a part of asher doesn’t believe them. this war is his religion, and he won’t forgive anyone caught on the wrong side of things easily. especially not a traitor like her – a traitor who still haunted his dreams. but no, in his dreams she was never the monster. that role was reserved for him. ❝ you, as hinder’s little BITCH, and me? well, i’m the one who’s going to destroy everything your government’s worked for. don’t worry, i’ll make sure you BURN with them. ❞ it’s a threat, a declaration of war, a promise. it’s whatever she wants to interpret it as – he doesn’t care, not anymore. wolfish grin overwhelms otherwise angelic features. already, asher is growing bored with her, and picturing how his hands might wrap around her neck and permanently wipe that smirk off of marie’s perfect lips. the thoughts darken his mind, eating away at every bit of love he still holds for her until, with a blink, the spell on him passes. he releases hands that had unknowingly been clenched into fists, and one sweeps through his hair, his expression becoming nonchalant. ❝ i must admit, i’m surprised your beloved hinder have let you so far off your leash. haven’t you read any fairytales? things never bode well for little girls who wander too far off the path. the big bad wolf tends to get them in the end. ❞

[contortured-blog]

“I know. I’m like a zombie or something- I’ve always wanted to be a zombie.” Even in the face of Emery’s cry, Hamlet held the humor up in his tone without near any effort at all. It was how he handled everything, with laughter and jokes, in hope it would make other’s, and himself, feel less terrible than they did. Also, it was just fun. He was never one to look at things as half empty, and that included him being miraculously alive. Still, when Emery came up closer, near to touching him, it was impossible to see the hurt and anger in her eyes and not feel for her what she felt for herself. When she was that close and he met her gaze like that, his goofy crooked grin fell to half mast and he fought every muscle that begged to reach out and envelope her in apology for doing this to her - even if it wasn’t his fault. When she jerked away and snapped at him so violently however, Hamlet felt pain of his own. 

How could it be, that everyone he had seen thus far was not happy to see him? Not glad he had lived? It was beginning to wear on him, and as much as he felt guilty for putting those he cared for through the pain of losing him and then the shock of his return, Hamlet could not help but consider what he himself had gone through and how he had expected his home coming to be a relief from it all- not more hurting. With Emery’s eyes turned downcast, there was a moment where that pain cracked through on his face, but by the time he spoke it was replaced by familiar a playful, lighthearted grin. “I just decided to stop in, you know? Say hi, maybe get a bite to eat.”

[goodiintenticns-blog]

emerald eyes pull upwards to take him in once again as acceptance of his presence grows within her. lower lip quivers, it’s clear that she’s only moments away from b r e a k i n g. emery had missed him. his easy smiles, the way he met her eyes and could always draw laughter from her. so many times she had thought, ‘if i could just see him one more time. talk to him,‘ and now there he was, standing before her, and she couldn’t find the right words. ❝ for once in your life, can’t you be REAL? ❞ emotions choke her, push the tears behind her eyes, strangle her – the heat of a year’s worth of pain streaming down her cheeks. it comes like a wave of ecstasy. there was a loss of innocence that had come with the past year, and she had worked so hard to become stronger, braver, a survivor. she hadn’t cried once.

one look at him and she’s being plunged back into the past. emery wilson’s liberation is nothing more than a memory in the back of her mind, and she stands, a fragile girl sure to be eaten alive by an inevitable war. if only he had any idea the heartache he was causing her. ❝ what– what happened to you?❞  however, it wasn’t just herself that she hurt for. genie, sully – none of them deserved this; to have someone they loved ripped away from them, only to have all the pain be for nothing. the anger scratches at the corners of her mind, but she fights it. trembling hand reaches, wiping the tears from her eyes. there has to be an explanation.

[dianaofthemyscira]

[rosehathway-blog]

Ah, those two. In a fight, they’re lethal. Around each other, they melt.

Sonya Karp,

The Golden Lily

( via rosehathway )

[bloodiedbones-blog]

“Made a prostitute of yourself while I was gone then, Blackwell?” Even then her tongue was sharp - she could not stop it. So practiced it was habit, defense in the form of venomous words and narrowed glares had become a dangerous second nature. Marie looked better than she had in over seven months, dewy and rosy with clean hair and not a blemish on her face. They’d really done a number on her. The bags that weighed under her glassy, defeated eyes like the world weighed on her shoulders were no longer visible, replaced by sharp, distant brightness in her green gaze. But it was now, more than before when she had come crawling to Asher only a month or so prior, that Marie was weakened. Hinder cleaned her up to the pristine show girl that she once was with pointy teeth and a cruel, playful gaze but never again would she be so naive as that girl had been. They had her tethered to them, not with false promises of love but with certain threats of hurting the one she loved - H I M. To stand before him and pretend that they were once again  s t r a n g e r s  on opposite sides, behind enemy lines, tied together only by passive hatred, well it was worth every aching bit of agony that tapped like an ice pick at her spine, it was worth waking up every day tied to a leash at the bed side of Hinder, it was worth EVERYTHING, because it protected him. He was everything. But the way Marie looked up at him now, no one would ever know that.

[goodiintenticns-blog]

she draws a chuckle from him, but it’s not enough for him to bring himself to look at the brunette. she doesn’t deserve his gaze. ❝ i’m sure the news will come as a disappointment to you, but no, i haven’t. and really, i don’t think it would be at all WRONG of me to say that the only person who’s sold themselves out here would be you. how has hinder been treating you, then? i would hope you’re...adjusting rather nicely? ❞  tongue armed with arrows – it’s with a raised brow and seemingly innocent smirk that he attacks – one can practically hear the money dripping from his lips with the way he’s showing off for her. asher is barely changed from the last time he had seen her; there’s the same immaculate appearance, not a hair out of place, the same malicious expression glinting in his eyes. the only difference is the loss of that disgusting weakness of vulnerability which he had carried around her before. he can’t deny that he enjoys the game, but it’ll only last for so long until he grows sick of toying with the other. after all, with marie it never seemed to be more than a game of cat and mouse, with the two of them chasing each other round in a circle, never quite able to find some sort of middle ground where they might have a chance at happiness.

[misswallflower]

Her voice left a flavor of honey and gunpowder on the air.

Peter S. Beagle  (via babydollxkitten)

[nicolapeltzmedia]

suns out bums out 🍑 — nicolaannepeltz

[wnq-writers]

The way you look is angelic; however, the way you touch is sinful.

dantherager (via wearebornwrites)

[goodiintenticns-blog]

@bloodiedbones

                ———— ❝ any longer and i’m going to have to start charging you for looking, darling. ❞ the words roll off his tongue with such ease that it seems he knows not who he’s speaking to – when in fact, asher blackwell is all too aware of the girl before him. his heart pounds so loudly in his chest he’s almost certain she’ll hear it. cerulean gaze wanders towards the sky before turning back towards the brunette. it hurts to looks at her, but he must – marie can’t know that he still cares. there’s a coldness to his expression, the lines of his face telling her that she’s nothing to him even as his heart says otherwise.

[isteiro]

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