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au where angels are not glorified

where angels are nothing more than whispers

where angels have given up on their ideal of perfection and order, that they’ve hung up their halos and accepted sin

where angels have forgotten the sense of “right and wrong” and now incite brawls, fights, even murders

where angels are tired, weary eyed men and woman roaming the streets with no indication of their previous sanctity

where angels are spiteful, vengeful people with nothing more than burnt wings and empty prayers

au where angels are not “humanity’s protectors” but our undoing

#FUCKING HONESTLY. GIMME.#( plots. )

mystiqxue-blog

"Death extends his hand, smiling, “Deal?”’

It was so cold, the tile against her skin as her eyes shakily opened. Her back was up against the wall, cornered by a male before her. Usually, the tables were turned, and she was the one doing the pressuring, but not now. Her vision was blurry, the room was spinning, and doubles of everything were around her. She couldn’t remember what happened, how she’d got here, or why there was such a sharp pain at the back of her head.

Shaky hands lifted towards the area of irritation, fingers grazing so delicately over the wound that she’d found. Her hair was wet and matted, and when she saw her hand again, it was stained red. She slowly lifted her head to meet the eyes of the male, the smirk decorating his sharp features made her heart drop deep inside her stomach. She felt something that she hadn’t felt in such a long time. Fear. She was scared. Had he done this to her, she couldn’t recall. It took all of her strength to remain in the form of the human girl she was portraying, and not to fall back into her true appearance.

He took a knee in front of her, piercing gaze never faltering from her own weak one. It was hard to just focus on him, with the entire space still swirling around her. She could feel sleep clouding her mind, daring to pull her into unconsciousness. His lips started moving, but she couldn’t clearly make out what he was saying. Bits and pieces were all that was heard, but it was confirmed, he’d done this to her. This wasn’t right, she was never the victim. She was ashamed of herself, ashamed that she couldn’t stand up and fight, and that he was winning.

He could kill her if he wanted to, but he’d have to do it fast. What seemed like forever for the mutant, was really only a few minutes. Her body was already starting to heal itself, the wound atop of her head, closing. Though her energy was still flat, the swaying atmosphere had started to steady out. She now only say one of him, instead of the three that she’d seen only seconds before. Visually, she still looked fragile, but her strength was starting to come to her, quicker than it had left her. The mutants healing abilities had been delayed, probably because the blow to her head had knocked her out. But it was all coming back.

The look on his face was that of pure evil, she could see the darkness in him through his eyes. This man could be death himself. He wanted something from her, she listened to his guidelines as she waited for her strength to return to her. He wanted her to help him, could he know who she truly was? If she didn’t follow his rules, her punishment would be death, according to him of course. Though now that she was feeling better, she had plans of her own. ”Deal?” He asked, brow raised as he leaned against his knees. A smirk shifted along her lips, mimicking the one that he’d had on his own minutes before.

“Sorry, but I don’t play well with others.” And with that, she stood up, her own fist connecting with his jaw, taking the momentary pause to flee from the scene. She left through the door, and walked down the narrow hall towards the crowd of voices she heard. Before she turned the corner, she changed. Within the time it took to blink your eyes, she looked completely different then she had before. Now, she was a male, dark hair that hung over his forehead, and equally as dark eyes. And once she merged with the crowd, Mystique was practically invisible to whoever was trying to find her.

#mystiqxue #/ good v good /#cos i can honestly see this happening !!#( mementos. )

awaken-the-monster

AU - Edge of Tomorrow

A race of aliens called Mimics have invaded Earth and taken over several continents. Muse A is drafted into the UDF to join an invasion that will shift the odds of the war back in humanity’s favor. During the battle, Muse A unwittingly kills an Alpha and is drenched in its blood before they die from mortal wounds. They wake up immediately to the beginning of that very same day.

Muse B has already experienced the ability to reset the day from a similar situation, but lost the power when they failed to die at the end of the day. They still have their memories of the incident, and they agree to help Muse B succeed in destroying the alien race, no matter how many days they have to repeat in order to do so.

Alternative: Muse B has not experienced the ability to reset the day, but Muse A needs their help in order to succeed. Every reset day, Muse A has to convince Muse B to help them all over again.

#( plots. )#/ VERY GOOD /

onlinecounsellingcollege

8 Ways to Destroy a Relationship

1. Be abusive: As well as physical abuse, this includes put-downs, sarcasm, negative comments, withholding affection, stonewalling, refusing to talk, and repeatedly threatening to leave the relationship.

2. Be defensive: Individuals who are always on the defensive are so wrapped up in protecting themselves that they rarely grow in their relationships. They won’t admit that they have faults and so end up committing the same mistakes again and again. This eventually destroys the relationship.

3. Be critical: While there’s a place for the occasional critical remark, if you’re always complaining and pointing out their flaws then you’ll soon undermine your partner’s self-esteem. In all areas of life, a critical person is an unattractive person.

4. Be always right: If you’re always right, the other person’s always wrong – and who wants to feel that they have nothing to contribute, or their point of view is stupid, unwanted and wrong.

5. Be narcissistic and selfish: The person who always has to have their own way, or who’s only interested in their own needs and desire has little to add to a relationship.

6. Be dishonest: Trust is at the heart of all good relationships. If you can’t be real and honest, or are not dependable, then there’s no foundation for a strong relationship. This includes being unfaithful or hiding the whole truth.

7. Be superior: If you’re quick to judge others or to put people down, or you think that you are better than everybody else (more intelligent, prettier, cooler etc) then you’re setting yourself up for a lifetime of heartache. For although we all have strengths, and we may excel at times, each person is unique and is worthy of respect.

8. Be controlling: A relationship’s a gift. That person’s not your property. They’re allowed to be themselves, with their own views and beliefs. They don’t answer to you; they don’t have to change themselves; they’re autonomous and free – they’re not there to be controlled.

#( shelved away. )#hwan does all of this..

shi-no-monogatari-blog

- Akumetsu || ★

#( father. )#tw: gore

wordsnquotes

Both. I want to stay. I want to leave. I am three oceans away from my soul.

Nayyirah Waheed

#( inner workings. )

monochrome-illumination

#( father. )#( inner workings. )

vulcanyounot

look enough of this ‘typical vampire falls for human and stops drinking blood for them’ nonsense okay. give me better vampire stories

vampires whose thirst is tied to love; the eternal, insufferable, agonising burning in the back of their throat only ever cured by the blood pumping in the veins of their lovers, the impossible choice between quenching their thirst and keeping their love alive.

vampires whose only masters are their human lovers; the sweet tang of blood hiding just underneath fragile human skin turning them to their lovers will, building a mountain of corpses from atop which their lover lords.

vampires whose lovers are their life source; who hide in plain sight, the charming carer of an ever-anaemic spouse, whose lips drip red with their lover’s wilfully given blood, living symbiotically on stolen time until veins run dry or old age wins and they are alone.

better yet, give me stories about vampires without humans

vampires who have loved and will love each other forever; made of the same master, born into darkness together and finding light in one another, fights that last centuries and gift of the blood of noble lords and celebrities as their anniversaries become centenaries.

vampires who were made too far apart; a daughter of the industrial revolution loving the son of globalisation, pink haired millennials with ironic fake fangs falling for an ancient priestess of pagan times long gone, the children of the old world finding love with the new.

vampires who love differently after they’ve turned; the feelings are harsher, stronger, burn their ribs and send electricity down their spines, an agony only eased when they’re together, cupping blood in cold palms and watching the curve of their lover’s neck as they bend to drink.

just give me new vampire stories. vampires that work in different ways, who are still the things of nightmares, but not for the same reason, not in the same way.

#( plots. )#oh this is / nice /