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19 - Writer - Artist - Fangirl

[yourfictionalmajesty]

I keep thinking about how excruciating beautiful this shot truly is.

I keep thinking about how each blade has its own metaphorical meaning.

How he had to hear the heartbeats of his best friend slow down to complete silence.

How the realisation dawned upon him that he would never hear them again.

How he listened to the wails of his love and best friend.

How he watched in horror as he pushed his enemy off the building.

How he listened in anticipation for his heartbeat.

How he felt relief that he could still hear it..

And bitterness that this man would get to live another day.

But most importantly, that one knife in his back..

How the devil inside betrayed him. Relentlessly stripped him of his tight grip over his morals. Clouded his senses and drove him across a line he had prided himself in never crossing.

How he never crossed that line to kill Fisk (even as much as he would have loved to) when the whole city was on the line, but crossed it for his own best friend.

He was comfortable being daredevil because he knew the devil never had it in him to challenge Matt's morals. Never dared to cross them.

And now he did.

And now Daredevil can never get over how satisfying and horrifying revenge felt.

And just how blurry that line between vigilantism and murder truly is.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

"Maybe you could learn to forgive.."

"No."

~~~

"Old King, forgive us instead. So that no more blood is shed. Let's have open arms instead—"

"No."

The PARALLEL IS BEAUTIFUL

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Do you, guys, ever wonder if Thalia did listen to everything around her as a tree?

If she did listen, and she caught Percy's "She met a pinecone's fate", I hope the writers give us the fortune of watching Thalia taunting Percy about "meeting a Guinea Pig's fate" in "The Sea Of Monsters" and Percy, red in the face, walking beside her in shame of his history as a hamster and embarrassment that she had heard his stupid remark.

Thank you.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Percy Jackson is the definition of "I should've read the room, but I couldn't. I am dyslexic."

And I am here for it.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Y'all, I took a break from tumblr for a while and I came back and my feed is filled with POLLS???? Y'ALL, I CAN'T EVEN TAKE PROPER LIFE DECISIONS, HOW THE HELL AM I GONNA CHOOSE BLUE OR PINK???

[yourfictionalmajesty]

"Keep going, (insert nickname/just name), you are doing great." Is a great piece of dialogue that can be used in the fluffiest of instances for a mere compliment on one's hardwork to reach a desired level in a skill or.. encouragement for someone to keep holding on and not give up when they are bleeding out or losing consciousness.

And as some of you might know me, you know which way I will take with a blindfold on.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

That woman is so obsessed with her dead fish that she kept its body with her for ten years and danced with it in "We Don't Talk About Bruno". I don't know if I admire her or if I am absolutely mortified.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

"Why are you sitting there? Why aren't you fighting back?" The hero looked up to meet their nemisis with empty eyes like wet glass. The villian was almost concerned by how unfocused and exhausted their eyes were. Their nose was bleeding heavily, and their cheek was a pitying array of blue and red. They were taken back by the sight of the once cocky and hyperactive kid, now broken and hurt, lying down with their back propped on the side of a dumpster. It was certainly a disturbing feeling for the villian, to feel simpathy for the kid that had been ruining their villanious schemes all the time. The kid that stood between them and success.

The villian uttered again, "If you don't fight back, I could kill you." The hero laughed wetly, rubbing their nose and sniffing lightly.

"You have.. You have my permission."

The villian froze. They eyed the hero again, before turning to leave, putting their weapon in their pocket.

"Hey, hey! Do it! Do it, you coward! Kill me!"

"Not like this." The villian quietly said. The hero stood up and limped towards the villian, pulling them from their cape. The villian stopped at their will, their balance unshifting at the pull of their cape. "You coward, you have the chance to kill me, then do it!" The hero yelled at them, trying to snatch their weapon from their pocket.

The villian spun and held the reaching hand of the hero, pinning them to the wall.

"Hero, if you didn't go home right this second, this city will not see the light ever again and it will be your fault. Go home or else." Before the hero could utter another word, the villain twisted them on the ground. When the hero stood up, he found no one.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

In a world where the sun never rose, where the clock barely moved, where its inhabitants never rested, where humans never belonged, two queens watched from afar as the world crumbled upon their bloody swords and merciless arrows. 

There were roars emerging on the lands, from the ground and the skies. If one gazed at the sight, they would deem it harmless. It was a handful of butterflies in a small confrontation, after all.

But if one peaked closely, they would find ruthlessness and merciless fairies with sharp sparkling weapons of all kinds. They collided with each other, leaving behind stains of blood and dust behind.

The first lines of my book "The Guardians Of Aneroma." Read here

[yourfictionalmajesty]

"She couldn't look at him the same anymore. She couldn't feel safe around him. She would imagine every time he had been around her, and picture him with a knife behind his back, waiting for the time to stab her. She couldn't look at him without thinking how much betrayal he had in his eyes, how many lies he had on the tip of his tongue or the edge of his lips, how much darkness he had in his heart—It shattered hers to know that he didn't love her like she thought he did.

She was a fool, and she had chosen wrong, and her best friend had paid the price."

{Currently being rewritten - Book (1) of my series 'the Fairy Guardian': The Guardians Of Aneroma.}

[yourfictionalmajesty]

OTP funny quotes:

Character A: Hey, B.

Character B: Yeah?

Character A: on the scale of one to ten, how much—

Character B: one thousand.

Character A:

Character A: ..how much do you hate me..

Character B:

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Imagine Character A getting beaten up, kidnapped, shot at, trying to save their friends and actively trying not to die and it all happened in one day, but throughout it, they had been thinking about how worried their legal guardian, Character B, would be about them if they came home and didn't find them.

Then Character A comes home before Character B and immediately washes themselves from their blood and tends to their injuries and manages to cover themselves with a blanket and pretend to be sleeping for when Character B checks on them.

Character B looks pleased at the sleeping Character A, saying they must have been tired from their long day at school or work, but little do they know, Character A was way more than merely tired.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Imagine your OTP who constantly fight evil and get hurt finally getting some peace and cuddling together in a rainy night until Character A feels Character B's soaking wet shirt.

When they pull away to warn Character B, they find their hand that felt the shirt stained red with blood.

And say Character B is a light sleeper, but Character A has been screaming in their ear to wake up for five minutes now, which means that Character B has passed out.

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Imagine your OTP

Character A, once Character B opens the door, goes: "You.. look great."

But Character B was holding their stuffed teddy bear, wearing a tank top and shorts PJs, their hair sticking out from everywhere like they had been electrocuted and dark eye bags. They lean against the door frame, attempting a flashing smile:

"I woke up like this."

[yourfictionalmajesty]

"The hug was like a cold shower after a day of hardwork and sweat, a light after days of walking in the same old dark tunnel, the sun rising after a dark cold night with no moon to guide. It was hard to let go, but it was time to. This hug might have healed my bruises, stitched my wounds if it had stayed long enough..

I felt home in his arms, after many years of unbelonging and pain. I felt happiness, after many years of sorrow and guilt. I felt free, after many years of imprisonment. I felt.. love.. at last."

(A paragraph from my upcoming two-book series: "Thalia Blaze")

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[jamausis]

Just come to my ask box and tell me stuff about yourself. Your pets. Your favorite music. What you had for breakfast this morning. Literally anything you want, I love making new friends

[yourfictionalmajesty]

Would you read a book about a protagonist with no struggles and no pain? Their life is completely perfect. They wake up, go to work, get a raise, go back home, eat, sleep and the cycle continues. Would you read it as it describes every day with no change?

Would you read a book about a warrior who wins every battle? Would you read a book about a doctor who saves every patient they had? Would you read a book about a student who aces every test?

This book will never be perfect without a challenge, pain, lessons and struggles. The student has to fail a test, or get a bad grade. The doctor must watch a person die upon their eyes helplessly, later learning that it was their fate to die in this certain second with no one who can change that. The warrior has to lose a battle, be reminded that they are human and it is okay to lose.

The protagonist has to suffer. They have to go through change to learn and grow. After all, it is only in the darkest times where you shine the brightest (Quote by me :D)

So if you are struggling right now with anything, remember, YOU are the protagonist. You are the only one who can set this right, because eventually, the student will ace another test, the doctor will save another life, the warrior will win another battle..

So what makes you so different? You aren't. You are strong. You are beautiful. You. Are. Great.

So get up, pick up your sword and fight! Nobody likes a book with a sad ending about a protagonist giving up anyway.

[Part one of my tumblr series, "Life As A Book". It's basically me, just talking about life with a book metaphor to aim and inspire.]