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@vcnatricks-blog
❛ there is a beast inside of you. dragon-tailed and full of rage, it leaves scales behind wherever it prowls. at first you try to feed it so it doesn’t devour you: raw pieces of your heart still bloodied. try to tame it, try to own it, to rein it in on the nights when its howls scrape across your insides like fingernails dragging across rusted steel, but it eats you anyways. the cavernous darkness of its belly swallows you up. it says, you will always be afraid. ❜
jones, jessica. ( assholc. )
! @vcnatricks - sc !
Gaze is fixed on the floor, where a broken bottle lies, the DARK liquid pooling on the ground. Hand is still held up as if the bottle remains there, grasping at thin air. “ It’s official, “ she sighs. “ Today is the WORST day ever, “
no retorts exist on tongue and lethargy falls thick when she permits her eyes to saunter over and fixate on the fractured mess below, in lieu of verbally condoling the stranger’s predicament, heather chooses tilt her neck towards her own bottle, untouched, and hovers it to the other’s table. it’s an adept, covert move --- done swift and quick as to not attract unwanted attention. once it’s landed, she presses a finger against her lips then cocks her head to the side, as if to say it’s on her. she’s rarely kind to strangers, but she can certainly relate to a lot of horrid days ( her hands are still clean this afternoon -- to her own surprise. )
* hurt prompts
‘ are you bleeding? ’
‘ take it easy. you hit your head. ’
‘ where does it hurt? ’
‘ sit still and let me take a look! ’
‘ how did you get that black eye? ’
‘ you should see the other guy. ’
‘ did i say you could get out of bed? ’
‘ that’s going to leave a bruise. ’
‘ i’ll get some ice. ’
‘ that’s what you get for picking fights. ’
‘ are you trying to give me a heart attack? ’
‘ what’s wrong with you? ’
‘ you can barely stand. ’
‘ did you throw the first punch? ’
‘ that’s a nasty bump. ’
‘ get in the car. you’re going to the hospital. ’
‘ at least bandage it. ’
‘ no, you’ll get an infection. ’
‘ wet floor signs are there for a reason, you know. ’
‘ you’re lucky. that icicle could’ve killed you. ’
‘ where’s your gratitude? i rescued you! ’
‘ i’m calling the nurse. ’
‘ was that stupid dare worth it? ’
‘ what happened to you? ’
‘ sit down. i’ll make some hot chocolate and fix you right up. ’
‘ are those bandages? ’
‘ you need stitches. ’
‘ look out for that tree branch. ’
‘ i’ve got you. just stay awake. can you do that for me? ’
‘ lean on me. ’
‘ you got two choices: let me carry you, or die out here. take your pick. ’
‘ shit, you’re burning up. ’
‘ you’re not dying. it’s only a sprained ankle. ’
‘ lie down. ’
‘ i’m sorry. i know it hurts. here, hold my hand. ’
‘ you’re in no condition to be walking around. ’
‘ wake up! wake up! ’
‘ i don’t feel sorry for you. ’
‘ look at your face! ’
I miss you when something really good happens, because you are the one I want to share it with. I miss you when something is troubling me, because you are the one who understands me so well. I miss you when I laugh and cry because I know that you are the one that makes my laughter grow and my tears disappear. I miss you all the time, but I miss you most when I lay awake at night and think of all the wonderful times we spent with each other; for those were some of the best times of my life.
Unknown (via thelovejournals)
Lights by Yuri Shwedoff.
favorite lit quotes ➤ vicious, v.e. schwab
“That’s the thing about [Daisy]. What I told her shattered her world. Her lifelong search led to stories of MURDER, and now it’s too difficult to continue. { Her search is over. } Her story ends here. But you know what she said? She said NO - her story started here. Her whole life, she thought she wasn’t wanted, that she didn’t belong, that every family that took her in didn’t want her to stay, didn’t care. BUT ALL THAT TIME, it was S.H.I.E.L.D. protecting her, looking after her. That’s what she took away from the story - not the FAMILY she’ll never have, but the one she’s ALWAYS had. Here I am, telling her something that could destroy her faith in humanity, and somehow she manages to repair a little piece of mine.
The world is full of evil and lies and pain and death, and you can’t hide from it,
{ You can only face it. }
The question is, when you do..
how do you respond?
Who do you become?”
streetxcat.
@vcnatricks | starter call
THERE WAS BLOOD on her hands, but it wasn’t hers nor had it been spilled by her. A glance to the other woman, not understanding WHAT just occurred and feeling a staleness in the air. There was no body that she could spy, just the crimson that had splattered the floor; this was the scene she had walked into and nothing else had been noticed.
“Jus’ for the r e c o r d, I didn’t see anything so no need t’consider me a witness.”
it’s quite sticky - the chunky substance and matters jabbing slabs on her jacket for she has been bedraggled in the latest execution ( a mistep that would have costed batters and tangles to her mind back when she was their pawn ) and let ire blanket her emotions. she would have gotten a clean kill if it hadn’t been for the endless mockery -- reminders she would always be theirs, she wasn’t human and she didn’t deserve to be. all that ended with a crunch of her fists, limbs shattered and blood spilled and--- there’s someone watching, caught the act, or the end of it at the very least. the lack of screaming surprises her - prompts her to trail parts of the blood along the ground without even touching it, and forms words that’re distinctly casual and polite, contrasting the whole atmosphere.
‘ i’m sorry you had to see this. it’s a mess. ’
im not passive-aggressive. im just aggressive. i dont even know what passive means. ill fucking kill you
Touch my muse. Be descriptive or simple, tender or violent, fond or hateful - anything goes.
Reblog if your OC is a person of colour!
The list is here.
shesmagnetiic.
starter call / @vcnatricks
charlie found herself to be more verbal than her sister, and yet she understood her - knew full well that her own powers could become lethal, and the lives of those around her mattered very little in comparison to her own. the two had found each other again, both so different and yet almost comforting in each other’s presence ; charlie wasn’t afraid of her, and as she sat across the room from her, she found her shoulders settling. she leaned against the wall, letting a sigh escape her lungs.
“ you should eat. “
she should feel like she’s wasting time here. god knows how far project iv and its troop have embarked to pursuit individuals with the potentials like her, like charlie and she’s cooped up here instead with an untouched bowl of lukewarm soup --- she should feel like she’s wasting time, yet the petite, unscathed girl who lives within her rebels against the malicious intents, tells her to whack down for once and halt her hunting, spend time with someone whom she hadn’t seen in years. she tastes heaviness on her tongue when she sees her, a fucked-up batter of weariness and pride. she looks at charlie and she sees a hero. she looks at herself and she sees a creature that charlie needs to put down to rescue the others.
“i should go,” she speaks, dry, tightening. “can’t. risk them. finding you.”
KILL, HUNT, SAVE A LIFE AND BE A GOD !
independent, mutuals-only, fandomless original character. contains extremely mature and triggering topics. ( trigger warning includes violence, car accident, death, torture. ) penned by cass.
like this for a tiny starter y’all.
like this for a tiny starter y’all.
