#strangehungers

[anonbeadraws]

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[murios-archive]

         ❛  maybe  you’re  not  afraid  of  me,                 ------but  i’m  sure  you’ve  thought  about  me  naked.  ❜

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[killedbyvoldemort]

DEATH   (   @strangehungers    )    &    DORCAS  MEADOWES                        ↪    death    &    i   have  been  scandalously  intimate  for  some  time  now. 

[lifethroned]

☀ ausar.     |     @strangehungers

                       there isn’t really any planning in her actions.   they flow like water.   moving naturally.   her gaze simply on him all the while, watching him idly.  she’s sure he knows she’s there, admiring the sight of him.  quietly she moves, the only sound she leaves behind are the soft footfalls that follow as she comes up to sit behind him.   chin upon his shoulder while her arms encircle round his waist.   a kiss to his cheek, his jaw, the small of his neck.   just little things.

[wrldwrn-blog]

‘ what could go wrong ? ’ emmett @ rosalie. right before something goes wrong probs

        “   YOU  SAY  THAT  LIKE  you haven’t gotten a whiff of  her.  ”     rosalie is  LOATHE  to breathe the human’s name.  not because of any distinct dislike for bella herself  (  though rosalie can’t say that she’s bella’s number one fan either.  )   but because of what she  represents.  isabella swan is bright,  shiny and full of possibilities  ;  she gets to live,  grow old,  die.  jealousy might just be the only thing in the world that isn’t a good look on rosalie  ––  jealousy and neon green.  but more than that,  bella swan is a walking beacon of disaster that could get all of them  killed,  and that knowledge burns hot and bright and  nasty  at the back of rosalie’s throat.

         “  emmett,  edward’s   .  .  .   stupidity is either going to get us all killed, ”  she hisses,  fingers dragged worriedly through blonde locks.   “  or we’re going to have to move.  and we just  got  here.  ”            /         @strangehungers

[shehare]

"I crawl at your feet; for before your love, your kisses, I am debased." shang oh shit

❮   ✦     not     accepting   ┊   ❛    DEATHLESS    !      ❜     ┊     @strangehungers​     ❯

HUA     MULAN     GREW     UP     KNOWING     HER     LIFE     HAD     A     PREDETERMINED     PATH     .          like     most     girls     with     some     rank     .          promised     to     a     boy     almost     eight     years     her     senior     as     a     child     ,     the     matchmaker     claiming     they     would     be     a     perfect     match     based     on     name     &&     date     of     birth     alone     .          he     would     bring     her     flowers     as     if     their     union     was     not     guaranteed     ,     as     if     he     had     not     already     won     her     &&     he     needed     to     woo     her     still     &&     made     a     name     for     himself     in     the     army     by     the     time     she     was     thirteen     .          SHE     ,     HERSELF     ,     WAS     LARGELY     INDIFFERENT     .          caring     only     that     he     seemed     to     carry     no     predilection     towards     violence     in     the     home     &&     the     fact     that     ,     given     appearances     ,     he     would     not     hit     her     .          that     boy     ,     that     man     ,     died     when     she     was     sixteen     ,     still     sequestered     away     in     training     camps     .          a     spear     to     the     chest     .    

NOW     ,     SHE     IS     LIVING     HER     OWN     LIFE     &&     ,     STILL     ,     SHE     IS     UNUSED     TO     IT     !          a     freedom     never     expected     !          every     chance     made     is     her     own     &&     her     way     to     become     used     to     it     is     to     jump     in     headfirst     .          no     hesitation     !          but     -     oh     ,     but     !          sometimes     she     finds     herself     hesitating     with     him     .          pausing     /     taking     a     step     back     /     letting     space     spread     as     if     she's     giving     him     an     out     .          as     if     she's     waiting     for     him     to     change     his     mind     .          realize     he     made     a     mistake     ,     decide     she     is     not     what     he     wants     .          THINKS     :     IT'S     COMING     ONE     DAY     .          thinks     :     she     can     only     prolong     it     so     long     .          thinks     :     when     the     inevitable     comes     ,     her     heart     will     shatter     .    

SHE     KISSES     HIM     .          puts     small     ,     calloused     hands     on     his     cheeks     &&     pulls     him     in     as     she     surges     up     .          it     is     not     graceful     ,     not     artful     in     execution     hastily     made     .          thinks     :     she     just     narrowly     avoided     a     teeth     on     teeth     impact     .          (          in     the     back     of     her     mind     ,     somewhere     in     a     place     up     against     the     curve     of     her     skull     ,     she     is     grateful     it     is     somehow     avoided     .          that     she     manages     ,     by     some     gift     of     the     gods     ,     to     not     display     in     bright     ,     glowing     characters     :     her     inexperience     .          THE     REST     OF     HER     MIND     IS     PREOCCUPIED     .               )    

SHE     KISSES     HIM     &&     HOPES     :     he     does     not     see     this     as     a     cop     out     .          hopes     :     he     does     not     see     this     as     a     distraction     .          she     chases     his     words     with     her     mouth     &&     swallows     them     down     .          MAKES     THEM     HER     OWN     .          because     she     feels     the     same     .          truly     ,     she     does     !          a     she     -     wolf     wearing     a     she     -     hare     pelt     for     everyone     but     him     .          has     come     to     realize     he     softens     her     in     a     way     none     have     managed     before     /     has     come     to     realize     his     mere     presence     ,     real     or     imaginary     ,     pushes     her     to     be     better     than     she     was     even     an     hour     ago     .          as     if     he     completes     her     .    

❛     I     LOVE     YOU          .  .  .                         ❜          a     murmur     against     his     lips     .          words     are     soft     ,     are     tremulous     ,     as     if     afraid     .          as     if     afraid     of     breaking     whatever     this     is     between     them     .          she     continues     to     hold     him     close     ,     hands     clutching     either     side     of     his     collar     .          ONE     FIST     DIRECTLY     OVER     HIS     HEART     .          can     feel     it     beat     against     her     knuckles     ,     a     rhythm     that     must     match     her     own     .          ❛                    shang     .          shang     .          xingan     .          i     love     you     so     much     .          ❜

[wanlidas-archive]

“IT HAPPENED. NOW IT’S DONE. YOU LIVE WITH IT OR IT EATS YOU UP.” 

❝  you say that like it’s simple.  ❞  and it’s not an accusation or an argument  ----  rather,  it’s acknowledgment,  because if he’s learning anything from the rest of his pack,  it’s that carrying around the burden of all they’ve done and all they’ve seen doesn’t have to weigh them down.  sometimes,  it can be fuel to make them better and stronger.  he’s looking for that  ----  he always is.  as an optimist, he’s always going to believe there’s a light at the end of the tunnel.  but somedays,  it’s harder than others  ----  somedays,  those reminders of what he’s been forced to do in the past haunt him more than others.  when he starts to question what’s really happened to him,  what he’s really done when he was in no control of his body or his own mind.  when he was nothing more than a host for the real monster that had torn their town to shreds,  all because of how good was,  he wonders,  and that doesn’t go away so easily.   he’s not sure it will ever just be  ‘ done ‘ for him.

he and stiles aren’t the same,  but they’re not entirely different either.  different personalities,  yet similar experiences.  he just always refused to ask,  afraid that it would come back around to him,  and burdening anyone else with his own pain was something he never wanted to do.  he had taken the responsibility  of  being the one to help others long ago, and he preferred it that way.  the second he was the one hurting,  he only felt LOST in guilt over his friends having to worry about him,  because he was so much more comfortable with the other way around. 

❝  so how do you stop it?  how do you stop it from eating you up? ❞  when he’s had no control over all the things he has done to hurt others,  that’s what bothers him the most  -----  because he can’t fix something that was out of his hands,  and yet he’s going to keep trying anyway.   ❝  where do you even begin?  ❞ 

       ╱ @strangehungers.

[vltage-blog]

           ‘   you  know  what  ?    i think you owe me a dance,  cullen.  ’

@strangehungers​