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[confessions-of-a-bookworm]

Narnia Incorrect Quotes 949/?

White Witch: There's no need to be afraid of me, I don't bite

Edmund: Yeah, but do you stab?

White Witch: I don't bite

[6anshee]

i couldn't save him ft. billy hargrove @irrcdeemable please don't reblog unless tagged

[flowerbloom-arts]

Was I too slow?

Did I change overnight?

Second son, for the second time...

(...)

Life unfolds in pools of gold

I am only owed this shape if I make a line to hold

To be held within one's self is deathlike, oh I know

- 3rd of May/Ōdaigahara by Fleet Foxes

[snnynatural]

sonny's scars

being  a  hunter,  you  never  leave  anything  without  a  scratch  and  sometimes,  they  are  permanent.  there  are  a  few  that  she  still  has  with  her.  mainly  because  well...  sonny  normally  does  hunts  alone.  beneath  one  of  her  bird  tattoos,  sonny  has  covered  her  vampire  bite  scar  from  taking  down  a  nest.  the  vampire  bit  rather  deep  from  when  she  tried  to  block  them  from  getting  closer  than  they  already  were.

on  the  outter  side  her  left  thigh,  she  has  a  scar  from  when  she  went  after  a  shifter.  taking  her  form  and  almost  stabbing  her  in  the  leg.  it  cut  deep,  leaving  the  faintest  of  scars. 

now  she  has  a  few  small  ones  here  and  there.  some  have  faded,  but  not  everyone  has  an  angel  to  heal  them.  they  all  came  from  different  hunts.  however,  the  one  scar  that  stands  out  the  most  is  above  her  antiposession  tattoo,  she  has  above  her  hip  line.  one  of  her  darkest  and  biggest  scar  that  came  about  when  she  was  possessed.  the  demon  who  possessed  her  ran  a  muck.  causing  chaos  to  the  point  that  other  hunters  who  tried  to  help  her  had  to  physically  take  her  down.  while  a  few  attempted  to  exorcise  and  being  tossed  around,  the  demon  used  its  power  to  drag  a  hunter  towards  her  to  stab  her.  right  in  that  very  spot.  as  if  it  was  some  sick  game  to  force  sonny's  friends  to  hurt  her  while  she  no  one  could  do  anything  about  it.  not  even  sonny.  eventually,  the  demon  was  exorcised  at  the  risk  of  sonny  needing  to  be  rushed  to  the  hospital.  what  pains  sonny  of  this  memory  is  the  fact  she  was  helpless.  everyone  who  tried  to  save  her  felt  helpless.  the  demon  forced  her  friends  to  hurt  her.  and  the  guilt  that  came  after?  no  one  could  look  her  in  the  eye.  especially  the  one  who  was  forced  into  stabbing  her.  it's  a  time  when  she  couldn't  protect  them.  and  she  hates  it. all that demon wanted was chaos.

[antiqsvchoticarchive]

@carp3diems liked for a starter from hae kim

hae  was  overwhelmed  in  the  crowd,  but  she  was  desperate.  pushing  through  until  she  eventually  got  to  the  front.  spotting  the  rockstar  that  she  has  never  met  in  her  life.  her  visions  were  coming  fast  and  as  if  in  a  flash,  she  cried  out,  "look  out!"  without  hesitation,  she  pushed  the  star  out  of  the  way  only  for  her  to  be  stapped  by  the  shifter  that  would  appear  in  her  vision. 

with  the  shifter  being  upset,  they  quickly  vanished  as  she  laid  there  while  the  crowd  screamed  in  a  panic  and  ran  all  over  the  place  while  the  security  tried  to  usher  jace  away  from  the  scene  to  protect  him from further threats.

[strawbrryrush]

♫ 68 ( aerith && jade ) mayonaka no door/stay with me by miki matsubara @hxartbreaker​

“stay with me.” the girl stated; eyes looking up at her, “or don’t- I don’t care.. really, I don’t.” she buffed, “you’re just missing the best part of the movie- it’s where she gets her revenge and kills the guy,.” jade added, “it’s looks so real you have to see it.”

[system-of-a-feather]

I get so irrationally annoyed when I see someone pronounce Danganronpa as "dan gan ronpa" like... im not even a fan i just hear someone pronounce it like that and get filled with a visceral need to stab

[brilcrist]

Please enjoy this short Poolverine comic from me~❤️💛

<The original plan was supposed to be 7-8 pages but sadly i dont have the timeTwT>

[naiad-r]

Cage me like an animal A crown with gems and gold Eat me like a cannibal Chase the neon throne If I could only let go

Death pact, fulfilled.

[confessions-of-a-bookworm]

Narnia Incorrect Quotes 905/?

Edmund: Some day, I'll tell you about the time I stabbed a dwarf

Susan: Edmund!

Edmund: What? He stabbed me first!

[swarm-of-polls-in-a-trench-coat]

For Caesar to survive, he needs at least 50 bandages. If 10% stab him again, he automatically dies

[lucdoodle]

bro is straight up NOT having a good time

[daisjohnsons]

"they're gonna make him do this 'til he's 90!"

HUGH JACKMAN as James "Logan" Howlett [2000-2024]

[yutaan]

Papercraft commission of Xue Yang, Xiao Xingchen and Song Lan, in a pose based on That One Really Iconic Twelfth Night Photo! The photo has a beautiful composition, but I think the black of Xue Yang and Song Lan's clothing framing Xiao Xingchen's white robes makes it extra cool. Plus, the red stands out more! Only good times here in the Yi City arc! :D

[strawbrryrush]

Closed event starter?? / post for ghost & vaggie @misteriios

There was the face and the name, that voice had been haunting her with.. Ghost, she knew it was kill or be killed - and while she had felt more jaded given all that happened with her girlfriend - she wanted to be around to help her- and help lucifer to find a way to get charlie back.. so she was motivated not to be the one under the knife, so with her hand tight around her blade.. she was quick to stab it through the others' chest, "-joder! lo siento." she muttered, an apology as she stepped over the blood and body, back to her mission of protecting and helping her newly amnesia ridden girlfriend.

[piggycyberwarrior]

Summary: After Task Force 141 got a hint that you gave important information to their enemy- the boys do not hesitate to chain you up and give you a taste of hell. You on the other hand are innocent but they do not believe you

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Platonic Task Force 141! x Fem!Reader (Simon Ghost Riley x Reader) a/n: pretty proud of that ngl.. enjoy guys love you!

Warnings: uhm this whole fic is basically a warning. Torture; Blood; Mental Health; Angst angst angst not proof read

genre: ANGST

+ 1,6k words

part 1 / part 2 / part 3 / part 4 / part 5 / part 6

You thought you were going insane.

Maybe you already were, but it was no suprise- seeing the circumstances you were in. Arms stretched uncomfortably backwards and up- chains rubbing your wrists painfully raw. The stress position Soap put you in wasn't easy peasy lemonsqueezy.

Tears brimming in your eyes at the thought. You felt fucking betrayed. You were fucking betrayed, for gods sake! by your own team- the people you cried with- the people that you loved more than yourself- the people you called your family. That one man you took a bullet for.

Fuck all that bullshit.

Those were the same people that didn't believe you when things got rocky. When some pricks pointed their fingers at you- they immediately treated you as an enemy. The same people that chained you up. The same man that made you fucking blind on one eye

Everything was a lie, apparently.

The cell you were in was shady- you didn't expect something different- i mean you just served the military for many years and did everything for your country- of course you didn't deserve something more decent.

In the end you didn't care. Just waited.

When Gaz interrogated you- you kept your mouth shut. What should you do? Lie? Fuck no, you had so much self respect left, even in this dehumanizing situation.

of course your facade broke often times- you were only human after all. And it hurt- you were in this situation before- tortured by your enemies knowing that you would probably outlive them anyway as your team would rip them apart in a few days.

But now- being here- seeing how your 'friends'- your family- spat at you with nothing more than hate made you feel even more miserable- knowing, that no one will safe you this time.

You cried- having panick attacks deep into countless nights-being triggered by any small sound that wasn't coming from you or that rat in the corner of the room. Yelling at them- telling them that you didn't do shit. They didn't believe you.

Spiraling deep in your thoughts- shoulders sore and numb hands from the stress position- still tasting a faint trace of your own blood-

the sensory of the dried up blood on your cheek was uncomfortable at the beginning- cracking everytime you opened your mouth- but it quickly got kicked to the bottom of your worries as Price's wodden bat flew into your face yesterday- tooth flying onto the ground as you spat the crimson liquid at his feet- earning another strike from your Captain.

Your Saliva turning pink with the blood, sticking to your chin- slowly dripping down- having no free hand to wipe it off.

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You were here for about 1 and a half weeks now- how'd you know that? because you could hear the guards mutter something behind that steal door.

You shivered, suffering from hypothermia, a consequence of being almost naked in this shithole. Simon himself stripped you down- ignoring your pleas and protests.

Simon.

The man you did everything for, took a bullet for, cared for and slept with. He was the love of your life- or so you thought.

You were never scared of Simon. Since the first day you met him- you were kinda drawn to that giant of a man. Always spawning in his near with hearts in your eyes- Soap always made fun of you- but he found it cute neverthless, he could see that Simon didn't hate you.

You stitched him up- knew his fears (being a therapists daughter was quite a help for having deep convos), you knew of his past- even if it took you years to finally break his many iron walls down

You saw his face- kissed his scars and showered him with your time and love- giving him your all- even your body.

You weren't in a relationship- but everybody knew that Simon 'Ghost' Riley liked you. Even if you didn't tell anybody from the Force.

In the end it seemed not be enough, as the same man nearly strangled you to death down here. At first you were desperate, scared- but you stopped pleading a long time ago.

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heavy footsteps shook you out of your trance- spiraling thoughts stopping for a mere second as you looked into his stone cold eyes.

Balaklava on his scarred face- making you inhale sharply- heart throbbing at his sight. The black paint around his eyes made them pierce through the dark even more.

The same paint you applied more than once onto his unique face. he looked beautiful in your eyes. Even after everything that happened.

You're in here since a few nights.- Clothes starting to hang loosely around your body- having not eaten in days.

"Simon-" you croaked out- voice not cooperating as it should- making you tear up. When did everything turned out to be like that? This nightmare? You flinched a bit- chains clinking softly at your slight movement when he came towards you- still not speaking.

He stared. Stared at your weak frame. The dark hole you were chained into- being in a constant state of fear- Anxiety pulling and clawing at your nerves.

You gritted your teeth- looking to the side with a defeated huff. Tears prickling in your eyes once more- threatening to fall as he watched you like you were a kicked stray dog. Maybe you were in their eyes.

"I-" you croaked out once more "I didn't do it, Simon, i swear" you whispered into the dimmly lit room- Still not looking at him. "I swear to god Simon, I didn't.." you weeped in silence as he just looked "Fuck why should I betray you!!" you screamed in frustration at his figure- tears falling as he only left- leaving you in complete darkness- letting you cry to yourself till you eventually passed out.

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Not even two day passed before he bursted through the iron door again- the loud sound ripping you out of your unconsciousness before he angrily grabbed you by your collar- hate flickering in those eyes that once held nothing but adoration for you.

"You fuckin' liar" he seethed through gritted teeth- behind that mask. Pushing you into the wall behind you- your head knocking against the brick wall with such a force that made you wince.

You could feel his anger. And you felt the danger that radiated from the man you gave your heart to.

His hands coming up to press against your jugular with a firm grip- picking you up a few inches into the air- chains clinking again. "Y'think you hav' it in you to lie into my fuckin' face" he growled while pressing down harder- you could feel yourself getting more lightheaded- gasping for air- choking for oxygen.

"Plea' Simon" you begged inbetween small gasps- scared what he will do to you. Hands tied together, wiggling in his painful hold like a suffocating fish- legs kicking to get him away from you- it worked- you gasped, trying to get in as much air as you could while your built up saliva ran down your chin-

he let you go for a second before his fist collided with your face. Hard- knocking the air out of your lungs once more "Jus' tell us the truth" he huffed, before hitting again- at first it hurt and then it burned. Your nose cracked under his fists-

Making you see stars and breath heavily before he took the knife out you gifted him for his birthday. Both your names engraved in it-

"'t will be easier for you" he said before popping the knife out of its sheath. "No, Simon" you cried out- whilst seeing the blade. "You don't have to do this" you gasped as he came dangerously close.

"No,no,no!!" you protested as he teared down your clothing, leaving you in a bra and your underwear. Feeling helpless as he teared down your clothes- ignoring your protest. The coldness of the room let goosebumps arise on your skin almost immediately.

He was quiet. That wasn't a good sign. You waited- staring at him, pulling at your chains as he looked at the blade. Fist tightening as he saw the little heart that was engraved into the hilt. Betrayal flushed his senses as he pushed the knife into your upper leg- making you scream in return.

Twisting the knife- hearing your agony but not stopping- he quickly hit you into your left eye socket with the hilt of the knife to shut you up. he didn't want to hear your screams.

Even if he didn't wanted to admit it- he was also teared apart- but his need to let his anger out was stronger - all the time he spent with a fucking liar- gave you his fucked up heart. All for you to be a fucking snake- a traitor.

He had to do his job- protect his family.

Another jab to the eye- hearing your muffled cries echo across the room- making you see red- the burning sensation was an ugly one. You couldn't see on that eye anymore.

"I fuckin' wish I could just kill you" he seethed before leaving you there in the dark- all beat up and bloody- head throbbing and surely a broken nose- making it hard to breath.

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You waited since then. Waiting for death to come. Waiting for Ghost to end it- but of course he never came back since then. Your wounds were starting to inflame- everything hurt and burned. Your eye swelling almost shut.

They all tortured you. Johnny, Kyle, John and Simon.

But they forgot something important. You were known for being patient. A fucking patient and stubborn woman. You waited. Yes you sometimes protested, and kicked and screamed and insulted them- but you neverthless waited for the day.

The day they finally see that they wronged an innocent. The day you would hurt them. Seek revenge.

Fucking. Revenge.

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