#bcautifulsouls

[recklessdevotion]

@bcautifulsouls gets drinks with donovan

         The junkie’s blood coursing through his veins has him feeling like the world is sideways, though he smiles as Natsu sits down across from him and raises his glass to him. He takes a sip and a drag from his cigarette and suddenly remembers he doesn’t have much time left. The Countess will find Rudolph’s body and she’ll come back to kill him--- not that he cares at this point. In fact, he doesn’t care about anything at the moment.

        Nothing, that is, except his friend sitting across from him. He skips the pleasantries about how great the fashion show was and decides to go straight for the kill. “You ever have a secret so dark and deep that you can’t share it with fucking anyone?”

[luctisonusx]

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◉ Dream(s) 

"My dreams?" Caleb's nose scrunched up a bit at the thought, shrugging a bit. "I mean...I always wanted to be in a band, I guess. It's why going to concerts kind of makes me low key sad, because that's the future I always pictured for myself, but haven't gotten yet. Besides that, I'd like to get a book published one day, but...that means actually finishing one, sadly. On top of that, I'd like to actually get to do some more professional acting. All I've ever done was plays for church when I was like six and that one time I got to be Romeo in my English class."

[straiightfromtheheartarchiv-blog]

bcautifulsouls replied to your post: listen i haven’t seen Shre.k in ages and i’m...

Somebody once told me the world is gonna roll me I ain’t the sharpest tool in the shed…

that song is a jam ok

[etwasisims-blog]

   ❝ this paper says we owe our souls to the devil ! ❞ her mock    horror is obvious as she glances up, the corners of her mouth    struggling not to give way to a smile. ❝ now that i’ve got your    attention, this is actually a page of coupons for dave & busters. ❞    she’ll give an expectant look. it’s the closest she can get to     chuck e cheese, & she wants -- no, needs ! - to go.

@bcautifulsouls ( SC. )

[blackandredequaldead]

calling…  @bcautifulsouls

            Who loved Mexican food more than porn or a good cartoon? A suited, scarred, pure idiot who surely had more on his literal plate than any other human being before him ever could, all while along the street the taco-cart was perched upon, and the street opposite it bustled with patrons of the seller and food-innocent citizens merely doing their best to get to work speedily. And among that group, statistics showed, would be at least one or two criminals, and since he wasn’t walking actively in the crowds, it had to be truthful for at least one person! 

            Low and behold, mid-bite, his mask-covered eyes spotted a lowly pickpocket, snatching a pocketbook from a small and - appearances were everything - frail woman with Betty White hair and a smile for each person she passed. Had it been some snooty rich-kid tripping people, like it had been last week, he wouldn’t have had a problem watching the theft occur. But that sweet woman wasn’t one to be targeted, so with a sigh and a longing glance to his plate of half-eaten tacos and burritos, he stood and made his way casually toward the nicker. 

            One gloved hand tugged the bunched mask down to recover his mouth and chin, and mid-admiration of his grab, the teen froze and glanced back at the arms-crossed merc, name known if not publicly, then through many of the crime-laden sections of New York. A sheepish grin was his greeting at first, but as he prepared himself to snatch the pocketbook from the thief’s hands and return it to it’s now worried owner - she’d gone to get a water from the taco vender and found her wallet missing - that grin shifted and twisted to one of trickery. 

            A faint pinch prickled his nerves as the sharp blade dug into his stomach, the teen readying to break into a run. Did he not know who he was? One grab of the hood covering his face, another sharp nab of the wallet, and the pain was beginning to circulate and grow. Where’d he been stabbed? One quick glance down answered that, his grip on the thief lessening until it finally was shaken out of, the blade moving angrily in the inflicted wound. Fuck. His right lung. 

            Wallet in one hand, he gripped the blade’s hilt and tugged sharply, the clattering drawing the attention of the people otherwise passing them blindly. A choked cough was his answer to a few soft inquiries toward his status, and as he’d both hoped and prayed against, the older woman came to check on him, only to gasp at her wallet. She took it from his weak grip, thanked him lightly, and asked as darkness overtook his vision if he needed anything. One soft smile was all he gave before his eyes fluttered closed and voices grew muffled, the ground his new resting place for the time being. 

[briightstcr]

@bcautifulsouls | cinderella - there is music in you

“There is something more than doubting breaking through the darkness.”

[sighxcoxpath-blog]

👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 👌 { from like literally all of my muses lbr }

BuTTT APPREcCIATION!!!!

“Tell all of them to get in line. There’s enough butt for everyone to touch.”

[vipxrofshili-a-blog]

@bcautifulsouls continued from 🌟

        “That’s what it felt like- I think. It’s not pleasant.”

        What she didn’t tell him was there had been a tightening in her pelvis since the night before. She woke up that morning to a very sudden weight shift, it felt as if her organs shifted further downwards. The earlier pains had been barely noticeable, nothing worse than the false contractions the medical droid told Shaak she had been having. Now they had picked up, enough to make her stop in her tracks and give a weak groan. One hand rested on the underside of her belly, noting that her belly was noticeably harder and felt tight. A deep breath was taken threw her nose and out her mouth, shoving her nerves down. This was natural, her body knew what it was doing, and it was too late to turn back now.

        “Medbay, that sounds like a good idea. My- my water hasn’t broken yet Cassian.” Although a little out of breath, the contraction had passed. Her hand gripped his tightly, a shaky little smile given to her beloved. They were okay, both her and the baby were okay. “I can still walk. Baby isn’t moving, it’s just tight. I’ve never had a pain like that, it’s gone now. I can walk.”

[optxmiste]

bcautifulsouls replied to your post: you know which verses i need to do more stuff...

*whispers* lets do alllllllll the things

yes lets!

[theirsacrifice]

@bcautifulsouls clicked the lil’ ♥ for an episode based thing

“---I heard stories about the fierce women of House Mormont, my lady. And still, I never would’ve expected someone as fierce as you.”

[rebelhealing-blog]

@bcautifulsouls

‘ i feel like you’re here every day, skywalker. what’s wrong this time? ’

[recklessdevotion]

bcautifulsouls replied to your post: nannydearest replied to your post: ...

w ow i feel so attacked rn can u not

LOVE YOU

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continued from ❤ for @bcautifulsouls​

Fletcher couldn’t help but stare, golden-brown eyes wide. What this girl was holding was an ancient spell-tome for green witches—Cecil had one just like it, but it wasn’t half as old as this one. He almost reached out to take it on instinct with his scarred and bandaged hands, but he stopped himself. He shook his head. “No, it isn’t mine… But I know what it is. Can I see it?”

[straiightfromtheheartarchiv-blog]

bcautifulsouls replied to your post: bcautifulsouls replied to your post: ...

yes please. we can drown in our sorrows (and brilliant ideas) together!

yes lets do it! come @ me and like literally i’m so down for drowning in sorrows, brilliant ideas, underappreciated ships, if you got oc’s give me those, oc/canon ships. oc/oc ships, and also food. 

[razzoprocione-blog]

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H U G G I N G   T H E M

             What was the theme with being embraced all of a sudden? Was it the tree’s fault? Was it his doing? Was he going around, telling those they had positive interactions with that he was a fur-ball that needed to be hugged, and deserved love? Ugh, what a sickening feeling.

             The woman embraced him without a word, and he found he couldn’t really push her off with the way she wrapped her arms around him, and lest he decided to sink his teeth into her arm and forever destroy a positive relationship that took…far too long to truly cement, then he’d be no better than when he was locked in a cage and forced to fight for his life. 

             Besides, hugs weren’t horrible. Just…awful and stupid and he hated them. But, never horrible. That didn’t mean he was ever going to let her or the lumbering branches ever know such things, of course. Quite the contrary, he’d much rather they never know and he be able to fight and claw until they forced it upon him. 

             Really, though: who didn’t like hugs?

[etwasisims-blog]

   it was almost dark, which meant mike could stop pretending    to read war & peace, since the people in the park would     start to peel off. he could get ready to sleep, finally.    he puts the bookmark between his current pages, only    for the streetlight’s glare to be shadowed over by someone.    mike glances up, ❝ i told you i was okay. ❞ & also not to visit,    but he doesn’t feel as though he needs to remind them of     that part in particular. 

@bcautifulsouls ( SC. )