#hegrudges

[hatigave-a]

@hegrudges asked 🏩 What was my muse’s first time like? for Victoria.

In order to answer this for Victoria I need to differentiate between her canon historical verse or her modern verse, because both have a very different answer.

In her canon. she's never even been kissed. Romance doesn't interest her that much as she's grown up with her mother and the rest of her siblings regarding it as something nearly transactional. A convenient marriage of her oldest sister would save the family, but a marriage of William would surely bring them to ruin. She was raised on the belief that romantic love was equal to marriage and could not be found outside of it. This caused Victoria to not go looking for it. She remains blissfully unaware and struggles to differentiate platonic love and romantic love when she feels one of the two.

Basically, in her canon she's a virgin who's never fooled around. She knows something is to happen when she eventually gets married, but as her mother isn't forcing her into the direction of marriage, she does not pry any further. In a way, she knows about sex because she has eyes, and she has seen animals ( and she has walked in on her older sisters with their husbands once or twice ) but it doesn't click inside her head that it is something she can and could enjoy.

In modern verses. Victoria has never been in a relationship, but that doesn't mean that she hasn't fooled around once. A boy from her class who in hindsight had no feelings for her whatsoever but who thought she was flirting with him. All was consensual, but Victoria told herself that it was true love while in truth it was an awkward encounter in his run-down old Peugeot. An encounter that left her with an awkward cramp in her leg and a weird kink in her neck.

It wasn't great, but it wasn't bad either. It was just very unsatisfying.

[vscnt]

" did you honestly just do that? "

@hegrudges

[humanchewtoy-a]

send me a ✐ for a random sentence starter from my muse

@hegrudges asked:

✐!!!

❝ The walls have EARS.❞ Stiles mumbled under his breath, trying to be Suttle about this, before he just came out and said.❝ Fuck this, there are like Six cameras that are both listening and watching what we are doing right now. How do you think we are going to pull this shit off? ❞

[hatigave-a]

@hegrudges Wade said : ∗ 1o﹕ sender  wields  a  [ gun / knife ]  at  receiver . for Dennis

WHAT WILL YOU BE NOW THAT ALL THE BLOOD HAS DRIED ? Not a better man than before, that much was certain. The omens above Wade's head swirl and pulse like a beating heart. He wants to rip it out of the other's rib cage. He wants to BITE INTO IT WITH VICIOUS TEETH like a snarling dog and tear it up like a man starved. Please Wade, let me. Let me crawl inside of you and make a home between your muscles and bones. The gun catches the light of the near-burned-out lightbulb flickering persistently in the kitchen. On, off, on, off.

❝Shooting me, really ?❞ Lamb turned wolf snarls, bares his teeth as if he is not afraid to tear out the other's throat ( he isn't. He only fears the loneliness he knows will follow. ) ❝Do you not want the satisfaction of tearing me limb from limb, do you not want to know what my blood would feel like ON YOUR HANDS ? Pathetic, bud. Only cowards kill with a gun.❞ Only cowards kill someone they care about, too. ❝Kill me with your hands, or do not bother at all.❞

He knows what it feels like to stab Wade over and over again. He knows the warmth of the other's blood         ⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯⎯   knows how heavenly it tastes at the corner of his mouth when he kisses him forcefully when Wade is choking on it. I HURT YOU BECAUSE I LOVE YOU is a confession he has carved time and time again into the other's skin. A confession that he would make a thousand times more if Wade would allow him.

❝Or do you want me to shoot you through the head this time   ⎯⎯⎯⎯ see if you have some brains in that thick skull of yours ? I could do it. Ask me and I will do it. You will just come crawling back, won't you.❞ Crawling like a dog, or a sinner crawling to the shrine of the divine.

[jur1sdr]

** ' are these . . . ' foggy stared at the documents on his desk for a while longer, trying to decipher them through the horror and bafflement. he shook hid head and grey eyes lifted back up to raise an eyebrow at the man, ' i'm sorry sir but I literally can't read these ? what is all over them ? '

— @hegrudges liked a starter call !

[alwaysxinxtrouble]

❤ - from wade to clint !

send ❤ to just. grab my muse and kiss the HELL out of them. just do it.

It had been unexpected. Then again, it was Wade. Everything about him was unexpected and pure chaos. The lips crashing into his own as he pushed back against the wall was out of the realm of consideration for Wade, the archer’s body tensing instinctively while his hands fisted in the man’s shirt. With his head catching up to what was happening, he released the breath caught in his chest and relaxed into the kiss. There was a bit of apprehension with returning it, though his lips still parted and fingers unfurled from the fabric of his shirt to rest on his chest.

@hegrudges

[hatigave-a]

@hegrudges Wade send ✘ to run his fingers along Dennis' scars

'DEATH WOULD HAVE BEEN KINDER' is a statement he has often considered to be true. For the months spent in gruelling agony in a hospital bed were not easily forgotten or forgiven. HE HAD LOST ALL WHEN THE WORLD FELL OUT FROM UNDERNEATH HIM. Dennis remembers the way it felt to fall to the earth; the split-second shock of weightlessness before the dull impact of his body connecting with the pavement. In his dreams, he still hears the sharp crack of his skull bursting open. After, when he shaped his mouth around the vowels of his first-second-word ( as his mother referred to it. Turns out, rebirth is just as vicious and violent as birth itself. )

Hands of a ghost caressing his skin is where it starts; the downpour rolling in over the mountains, the droplets of lips against sensitive skin the omen of what is to come. His own hands take the shape of darkening clouds as they pull off the shirt stained with blood from his frame, EXPOSING THE SCENE OF THE CRIME where he knows one of his surgical scars to be. Purple even now, even when it has healed for years. An open palm of Wade's hand trailed maddeningly slow across its path down his torso, the filling river. The feverous quiver in his own thighs, the greedy sea. 

❝Gruesome, isn't it ?❞ He asks, even when he knows the answer to be yes. It is to him at least. A reminder of where he was cut open and rearranged to the liking of the doctors who just wouldn't let him fucking die. ❝Kiss it, and I will shove a blade between your ribs, YOU FREAK.❞ only a small part of him wants Wade to do it anyway.

[wrathbit-a]

@hegrudges is wishing peter a happy birthday ! ❛❛ happy birthday, webkins, i love you ! ❜❜

❛❛ wade ? when did you get here ... ? ❜❜ one would think, being in the game for twenty years, that peter's spider-sense would be reliable. it's not. never has been. he rolls from bed, strides into the kitchen in his boxers & stolen sweater, & 𝚏𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚜 𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚕𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚛𝚘𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚌𝚌𝚞𝚙𝚒𝚎𝚍. apparently he'd slept right through the breaking & entering. ❛❛ how did you get here ? this is the fourteenth floor & the fire escape is in my bedroom ❜❜