#entrude

[m1kaelsons]

@entrude​  /  the  princess  bride  starters  .

❛  am  i  going  mad  ,  or  did  the  word  ‘think’  escape  your  lips  ?  ❜

                     a  sigh  passes  his  lips  next  ,  gaze  turning  to  rest  with  exasperation  on  the  blonde  .  ‘  rebekah  love  ,  do  you  think  you  could  perhaps  go  a  single  hour  without  provoking  me  ?  ’   he  inquires  ,  hands  clasped  behind  his  back  .  ‘  or  would  that  be  too  taxing  for  you  ?  ’

[archiveshelassos2]

@entrude​ said: “ it’s almost as if her soul is a pack of wolves ” from donna

❛ WOLVES DEVOUR, BECAUSE IT IS IN THEIR NATURE TO DO SO. ❜ Their maws are always bloody from their kills, greedy teeth tearing flesh from bone. Diana has seen for herself, the beauty and cruelty, of this nature. Cruel, but never sinister. Only are they trying to survive in this world that seeks to slaughter. When she thinks of wolves, she thinks of how their brutality keeps them alive. But when she thinks of Cheetah, she thinks of how brutality is killing her slowly, a poison that spreads first to the mind before polluting the heart. Her actions are brutal, but she is not. 

❛ I do not think cruelty is her nature, ❜ Diana interjects. She watches with devastated eyes how her old friend sneers and lashes in the prison they have built for her. Just a physical cage to add to the mental one. She reaches for the bar, not even flinching as Cheetah snaps her jaw and screeches. ❛ It’s just the hand that was forced on her. ❜ The hand Diana forced on her. 

She’s so sorry. 

[yoakkemae]

@entrude ♡'d for a starter. { jj & spencer. }

' did you know that there are 293 different ways to make change for a dollar ? '

[radioactivedadbod]

" All I'm saying is-- why is his hair shaped like that if not to place a baby on it, @entrude ? He's practically built to be a baby-sitter!"

[doctordonovan]

❛  how much do you wanna risk ?  ❜     |     jj

 it'd be nice if anything came without a risk.    at least,    it would be nice in theory,    for something to come a little more easily.    yet she has never been without a challenge:    always keeping mind busy,    or just keeping body occupied when her mind goes from her greatest    (    arguably only    )     selling point to simply being a menace to her own wellbeing.    child geniuses hardly ever grow up into happy adults,    but there is subtle warmth,   subtle amusement in her smile even as she works to hide it.    in general,    brunette cannot help but preferring simply not being too perceived outside her work.

 ❝   oh,   I'm feeling all in.   ❞     there's not a single competitive bone within maeve:    glad for the distraction,    even if the result of whatever comes from cards before them make no true difference.    it is nice to be busy,    and unlike spencer,    she only rarely acts on natural ability to track who holds which cards.     ❝   and you,   @entrude​?   ❞

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@entrude​ inquired:  “are you in the witchness protection program, or what?” from zatanna

more random dialogue prompts ⤷ Accepting!!

“That’s a good one, I’ve never heard that one before!” Wanda laughed heartily, she clutched her stomach with both hands from the pain of laughing so hard and so much. Zatanna always had a way with words that did make Wanda laugh when the two did get to hang out with each other. Both women had met for dinner and drinks, a treat from Wanda as she hadn’t seen her friend in such a long time. She was beginning to feel a bit warm and fuzzy, starting to get a bit buzzed from the wine.

[fakesmade]

amara was beyond out of her depth. a couple of hours ago she was still sceptical about the whole magic thing, now she was watching a witch cast a spell and some circle on the floor was meant to protect them. ��you can’t be serious,” yet she stepped within, better safe than sorry after all.

@entrude​ said :  get inside the protective circle !

[spacexfucker]

Calling anything that isn't trans-exclusionary "terf behavior" is bad maybe

[cptnpike-a2]

𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 𝐈’𝐃 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖 𝐁𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑

01. NAME / ALIAS :  odette 02. BIRTHDAY :  august 15th 03. ZODIAC SIGN : leo.   04. HEIGHT :  159cm  05. HOBBIES : writing, editing, reading, getting into niche sci-fi shows 06. FAVORITE COLOR :  blue! 07. FAVORITE BOOK :  at the moment i’m leaning more towards jane eyre  08. FAVORITE FOOD :  churrasco.  09. LAST FILM / TV SHOW : farscape 10. INSPIRATION :  regency novels, 90′s shows, lm montgomery in general 11. STORY BEHIND URL :  achilles had the url cptncarter, i thought it was clever and went: i should try and be clever too

tagged by:  stole it from @entrude

tagging: @fatecrafted, @fakesmade, @conzierge, @tracksdown

[burnhamm]

moved to @entrude

[m1kaelsons]

name:  kiki. star sign: leo. height: 5′2. what’s your middle name:  anne.

put your spotify/apple music on shuffle. what are the first 6 songs that popped up?   

as  the  world  caves  in :  sarah  cothran.

achilles  heel :  j.  maya.

i  found :  amber run.

god  is  a  freak :  peach  prc.

like  my  father :  jax.

monsters  ink  : skydxddy.

ever had a poem/song written about you? :  lmao  as  if  . when was the last time you played air guitar?  uhh  i  cant  remember  a  time  lmao who is your celebrity crush?  chris  evans  is  my  main  one  rn  ,  but  i  have  many  🤧 what’s a sound you hate; sound you love?  literally  any  really  loud  noise  ;  waves  of  the  ocean  . do you believe in ghosts?  not  until  i  see  one  with  my  own  eyes  . how about aliens?  absolutely  .  the  universe  is  ever  expanding  ;  how  can  there  not  be  other  intelligent  life  out  there ?? do you drive?  yes  ,  and  i  love  it  !  road  trips  are  my  fave  . if so have you crashed?  never  while  i  was  the  driver  . what was the last book you read?  lore  by  alexandra  bracken  . do you like the smell of gasoline?  can’t  stand  it  .  if  even  a  single  drop  gets  on  my  clothes  ,  i’m  guaranteed  to  get  a  migraine  on  the  drive  home  .   what’s the worst injury you’ve had?  just  a  few  sprained  ankles  . do you have any obsessions right now?  really  all  the  same  obsessions  i’ve  always  had:  music  ,  spooky  things  ,  vampires  ,  sparkly  things  .  do you tend to hold grudges against people who have done you wrong?  unfortunately  ,  yes  .  tho  im  trying  to  evolve  or  whatever  and  learn  to  let  shit  go  lmao in a relationship?  no  ,  and  the  hopeless  romantic  in  me  really  wishes  i  was  :(

tagged :  @salvatoraes​  i  luv  u💕 tagging :  @divienity​  ,  @seesgood​  ,  @chrissycunningham​  ,  @desrtwlf​  ,  @unbearablyindifferent​  ,  @story1ines​  ,  @entrude​  ,  @aquariusvibes​  ,  @mythdrawn​  and  anyone  else  who  wants  to  !

[reignthem]

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙸𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙸𝙴 𝙰𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚃𝙸𝙲𝚂.

repost  /  don’t reblog.     bold what applies.

BARBIE IN THE NUTCRACKER.       freshly fallen snow, the sound of sleigh bells, a lengthy look at the one you love, the sound of a crackling fire, the smell of peppermint, half-eaten gingerbread cookies, bows in your hair, the strum of a harp, gold jewelry, clouds above a stormy sea, the conscious effort to believe in yourself, lace dresses, a sun dappled orchard, speaking from the heart, “you were the one i was looking for all along”, the cold winter wind, cheek kisses, bright blue eyes

BARBIE AS RAPUNZEL.       golden hair, smeared paint on your fingers and clothes, marble staircases, dense forests with no path in sight, intricate braids, hedge mazes, grand parties, dazzling dresses, generational trauma, pink lipstick, the shiver of wind chimes, flowers in your hair, stepping outside your comfort zone, the tedium of chores, following your heart, love at first sight, the roar of a cascading waterfall, strong arms around your waist, dark secrets, “no more hatred”

BARBIE OF SWAN LAKE.        the familiarity of your favorite constellation in the night sky, the flutter of wings, freshly baked bread, dancing alone in your room, chocolate chip cookies, a babbling brook and the stones you use to cross it, running with the wind in your hair, sparkling jewels, an enchanted forest, dusty stacks of books, sibling rivalries, moonlit walks by the lake, the innocence of true love, painful deception, laced fingers, “it’s you i love”

BARBIE AS THE PRINCESS AND THE PAUPER.       spun gold, a purring cat in your lap, the sacrifices your parents made for you, the prick of a sewing needle, “what would it be like to be free?”, dark caves, starry skies above, falling in love with your best friend, crowded markets, horse drawn carriages, fresh air, a hand held out to guide you, pretending to be something you’re not, breakfast in bed, bubble baths, narrow passageways, diamond rings, cold jail cells, lengthy hugs, promises you can keep

tagged by:     @dinopunching​ tagging:    @dangerouswomxn​  /  @byzcntine​  /  @rubycaped​  /  @glimpseus​  /  @entrude​  and everyone else !

[viltrumborn]

@entrude

❝  really ?  this again ?  didn’t we do this last week ?  ❞ -from rogue

Not his world, never really his fight. It was much easier to detach himself that way from the miserable struggles of this primitive society. Knowing that one day when he and the empire conquered this planet where so many other races had failed was the only thing that kept him so cold despite all the digging feelings that burrowed so deep that he tried so desperately resist.

But, that didn't stop him from indulging on that carnal urge, every so often. That baser Viltrumite want to smash something. Giant robots, fundamentalist terrorists-- It served two purposes.

"Last week?" Hand doesn't even tremble with even a ghost of effort while he holds back a hand at least five times his body size with but one of his own. No mutant, but Omni-Man was hero to everyone! Pathetic. "I feel like they send these things your way once a day."

[soggycheezit]

Multi x Witch reader

ghostbur, techno, Philza, dream, sapnap, ranboo (Platonic),

She/her pronouns :)

Sfw

Platonic and romantic

this is going to be a multi part series, starting with ghostbur <3

Third person POV

1/6

PLEASE READ THE AUTHORS NOTE AT THE BOTTOM.

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it was a late night, Ghostbur couldn’t help but enjoy nights like these. they reminded him of being alive. sure, he didn’t have many memories from alivebur, but he knew that Will loved laying in the forest on nights like these. he liked laying on the forest floor with his family, pointing out weird bugs and looking at the stars.

his family.

after Wilbur died, Philza and techno distanced themselves, espesually Philza. he said he couldn’t bare to look at him. he said that ghostbur always had that look in his eyes, the same look wilbur gave him when he was killed. Killed by his own father. they didn’t like ghostbur. tommy was always angry at him for what Wilbur did. he didnt remember much of what he did, he just knew it was bad. he hurt people. he was sorry.

amidst Ghostbur’s thinking, he stumbled upon a little cabin in a plains. it looked very cozey, a nice night time house maybe. ghostbur made his way through the wall and looked around. it was dark and quiet, it was fully furnished, beautifully decorated. it smelled of cinnamon and nector. someone must live here,

“ I wonder where they are” he thought to himself.

he floated over to the bed, and laid himself down, wrapping himself around a large body pillow. 

he had almost fallen asleep, when he was woke with a start, a unheavenly shriek sounded from next to him, something jumped up from next to him, onto the floor next to his bed.

before he could say anything, even stand up, he heared a female voice whisper in the dark.

“Etiam”

 his body went still, he couldn’t move, speak, anything, panic set in.

with a snap, every candle in the room lit. to his surprise, it was a small women, dressed in a black night gown. her seemingly long hair was put in a bun, little hairs were spun in every direction. black makeup was smeared on her eyes, he assumed its from sleeping in it. her eyes were the strangest thing, he could tell they were Y/E/C, but there was a dark red tint over it.

“how dare you enter my cabin, are you here to lynch me? burn me? Like the rest of the witches of my kind? you will not take me down so easily. all you humans care about is inflicting pain on others. this land used to be beautiful, now look at it, flowers don’t even grown anymore. for what? the wretched wars? we all live here together, but you choose to fight for whos alpha, rather then try to get along. state your buisness”She sneered, when her rant was over, she waved a hand over his face, and with it, his ability to speak and move his mouth.

“Ma’am please! I apologize for entering your home, I thought it was abandoned. I am no longer human, look at my skin, it is transparent. i died long ago in one of those wars you speak of, I no longer has many connections with the humans of this land.” his voice was high pitched and afraid, never in his life, er, afterlife was he legitamently afraid, i mean, he was a ghost. how much more dead could he get? but if she was truly a witch as she claimed, then who knows what her magic could do to him.

she took a minute to look at him, his hair was fluffy, covered by a beanie. his skin was a strange gray, almost glowing. he was right, his skin was see through.

she let out a breath, and with the breath, his body was able to relax.

“I apologize for bothering you, I will be going now” he said quietly

“wait”She said as her neard the wall he intended to float through. “its raining, the rain will burn you. You can stay here for the  night. Just for tonight.”

“thank you, I apologize for scaring you, My name is Ghostbur” He said calmly

“I’m Y/N, its alright, I just can never be too careful, would you like a drink?”she asked, pulling out a clear bottle with green liquid in it

“No thank you, I do not like alcohol.”

“its not liquor”She snickored “its syrup made from violets, its the sweetest substance around”

“sure, Ill try it” she was right, the first sip was euphoria, sweeter then any pastry from niki, better then anything he has had.”

“so, Y/N, I don.t mean to entrude, but You said you were the last of you’re kind? I see a lot of witches around here, they like to stay in swamps.”

“those women aren’t real witches, they are just sad old women, hurt by the world, deadset on revenge, experts in making potions,. its sad really. I am from an anciant race of witches, we do not live to hurt people, we are children of nature.  the humans learned of our power a long time ago, and beliving we were a threat, started taking us out, coven by coven, until it was one by one. I am not the last of us, just one of the few. we all seperated when i was young, I was in the last coven, it was raided by a demon and a small dimond dwarf. we fended them off with minor casualtys, but the elders knew that if we stayed together, the humans would be able to find us easily.so at the ripe age of 6, i was sent off, we all went seprate ways. i don’t know whos still alive and whos not.” she geminced, sipping on her syrup. “what about you, ghostie?”

“I’m sorry that happened to you, 6 is such a young age. well there isn’t much to know about me, I don’t remeber much from when i was alive, i know my name was wilbur and I was the leader of a rebal army, I was a bad man, But i’m not like that anymore. the damage I did was iriversable, I no longer have a family, or friends. I just live my life exploring, floating around.”

“you don’t have a home? then what do you do when it rains, or how do you eat?”

“i usually just sit under a tree when it rains, or if im lucky i find a village. and since i’m dead i don’t really need to eat, i mean i enjoy doing it and i get hungry but it is impsoible for me to die of starvation”

“hmm, I have a proposition for you Mr.Ghost, how about, you stay here with me from now on, I will feed you and protect you from the eliments, and in return, you help me fetch  things i need for my spells and rituals, it is dangerous for me to leave alone. its a win win situation.”she said, side eyeing him.

“sounds like a deal to me”ghostbur said, smiling widly while finishing off his drink. he finally made a friend

OKAY COOL. I’m really excited about this series:D I work full time so I will not be able to post one everyday everyday, however I will try my best to not leave ya hanging for too long :) starting here with ghostbur and ending with ranboo, some will be romantic and some will be platonic, such as this. I apologize for any spelling mistakes, I typed this out on my computer lmao

[scriibble-fics]

Hi! I really like Bought, and your other stories <3<3 I was wondering, we usually see Lily getting mad at James for something, and then he is the one who apologizes, will we ever see the opposite? Of course James isn't able to stay mad at Lily for long, but it really entrudes me the idea of an Angry!James.

that's an interesting question!

in Bought, their power dynamic leaves James with a lot more to apologize for than Lily. he also has a lot shadier morals and makes more questionable choices, which gives him even more to apologize for. obviously, Lily has her own power over James--although she doesn't exactly know or believe that yet--so, as the power dynamic shifts in different ways, it might open up space for his anger at her. basically, it's a possibility, but I can't answer definitively!

[daylightisminetoconsume]

Kat hopped down to beside of Gunmar's throne, having taken a different path than usual. Her scales were oddly vibrant, almost matching her hair in red color. "I'm sorry to entrude... but I may... need some help... My lovely scarifications are gone, I may need to take a day's absence to find someone to remark my hide while my scales are still soft."

“I have a soldier who can do the markings for you. He also knows how to pierce ears.”