#the price you gotta pay to be a monster fucker

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Oooooo heres an idea for wormholes angsty/ bad end 'changes' slightly to take on what route/s the mc has done or is on and sometimes its only a flash but its very elderich and Mc kind of has to push it to the back of their mind and poor wormy just knows they have done something to upset them even if its out of their control

Im really sorry I'm like mildly sick right now so I'm having trouble understanding completely, maybe you accidentally a word? Or maybe my sick-ish brain is being slow qwq

If I'm interpreting this correctly, you might be suggesting that in wormys route a bad end or something could change depending on what routes she's done previously, like some meta stuff? FffffucK YEAH I'm DOWN FOR thAT qwq I'm always a slut for meta video game stuff

Oh wait ohh fucccck like maybe being in such close proximity with a sentient rip in space time is kinda messing with the current plane of existence, like she starts seeing glimpses of all the timelines at once and it's too much for our puny human brains qwq that's some sweet sweet "I can't be near you even tho I love u" angst (very literally lol)

Cries I love that actually like canonically the wormhole can do all kinds of weird shit (like showing possible future Hideyoshi or like,, bringing in ghost princesses) I imagine hanging out with him all the time would be good for this dimension~

[slashingdisneypasta]

Creepypasta’s As: Quotes On My Laptop And Phone

Right so this has been stewing in my drafts for forever and it was just supposed to be something quick and fun but turned out be harder then I thought so not all the characters are here but I got most of them! Don’t really know who the audience for this apart from me but ah... ?enjoy? 

BEN Drowned: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathanial Orion G. K

Bloody Painter / Helen Otis: I hope that someday when I’m gone, someone, somewhere, picks my soul up off these pages and thinks: I would have loved her him. – Nicole Lyons

Candy Cane: Come away, O human child To the waters and the wood with a fairy, hand in hand. For the world’s more full of weeping than you can understand. – Willian Butler Yeats

Candy Pop: Turn on you before you turn on us. We’re all just savages. – Theory of a Deadman, Savages

Candy Cane and Candy Pop: Forgive, sounds good. Forget? … I’m not sure I could. – Dixie Chicks, Not Ready To Make Nice

Clockwork / Natalie Ouellette: This woman that I’m becoming gives me chills. I’m obligated to move differently. I have work to do. – ???

Eyeless Jack: You don’t get to die and be reborn the same. You come back, but you come back wrong. This is the price you pay for resurrection. – Nathaniel G. K

Hobo Heart: I’m not used to being loved; I wouldn’t know what to do. – F. Scott Fitzgerald

Homicidal Liu / Sully: If I told you how it all ended; Would you have done it? – ???

·         Extra for Liu: The seas were getting rough, but I thought we were worth it. – Hunter Hayes, You Think You Know Somebody

·         Extra for Liu and Silly: I am not a bad man… Even though I do bad things. Very bad things. Such horrible things… But it's not quite what it seems. (Not quite what he seems) Not quite what I seem… … … Aw, hell. It's exactly what it seems. – Creature Feature, Such horrible Things

Hoodie / Brian: Remember that I am still a monster. I can listen to you scream, and cry, and beg, and I still wont le you out. – Holly Black, The Coldest Girl in Coldtown

Jane the Killer / Jane Richardson: She could never be a saint, but she thought she could be a martyr, if they killed her quick. – Flannery O’ Connor, A Temple of the Holy Ghost

Jason the Toymaker: [Said to him] You’re a tragedy! She was leaving you, Pan. Your Wendy is leaving you. Why should she stay? You are incomplete. She’d rather grow up then stay with you. – Captain Hook, Peter Pan 2003

Jeff the Killer / Jeffry Woods: [Liu, on Jeff] Once you lose someone, it is never exactly the same person who comes back. – Sharon Olds, Satan Says

·         Extra for Jeff: Do you know what happens when you light a fire in you? It burns everything that’s standing in the way. – ???

·         Extra for Jeff and Liu: And if the black banners raise as the crooked smiles fade; Fallen heroes who quite too late. – Fall Out Boy, The Kid’s Aren’t Alright

Laughing Jack: Forever is a long, long time… And time has a way of changing things. – Willow Tweed, The Fox and the Hound

·         Extra for L.J: This is how the world works; You gotta leave before you get left. – Taylor Swift, I Did Something Bad

·         Extra for L.J #2: All this has happened before. And it will all happen, again… - J. M. Barrie, Peter Pan

Laughing Jill: [L.Jill, to Mary’s father] You didn’t realise that in breaking my heart you were strengthening my soul. You didn’t realise but I did. And it changed the whole goddamn game once and for all. – Niharika Bhatt

Masky / Tim: I needed to be somewhere different. Maybe I needed to be someone different, too. – Heather Davis

Nathan the Nobody / Nathan Lux: Just because she’s gone, doesn’t mean she’s gone in your heart. Because the worst thing ever is to forget. – Christina, Allegiant

Nina the Killer / Nina Hopkins: When is a monster not a monster? Oh, when you love it. – Caitlyn Siehl

·         Extra for Nina: Maybe our favourite quotations say more about us than about the stories and the people we’re quoting. – John Green

Offenderman: [Said to him] There isn’t a decent thought in your nasty little mind! – ???

·         Extra for Offender: [‘Him’ instead of ‘Witch’] When you visit a witch, bring an offering: Food, tobacco, alcohol, secrets, sex, or death. – Honest Louis

Sally Williams: Real monsters are human. – ???

·         Extra for Sally: I’m sorry this world could not keep you safe. May your journey home be a soft, and peaceful one. – Rupi Kuar

Slenderman: Heroes are always remembered. But legends never die. – Babe Ruth

·         Extra for Slender: Do not believe anything except the whispers of the trees. They have never lied to you. They won’t start now. – ??? Maybe Nikita Gil?

·         Extra #2 for Slender: The fuckers. There, I feel better. Goddamned Human race. There, I feel better. – Charles Bukowski

·         Extra #3 for Slender: Forests hide secrets - he said gently, - It’s practically what they’re for. To hide things. To separate one world from another. – Catherynne M. Valente

Splenderman: I believe this world ain’t half as bad as it looks, I believe most people are good. – Luke Bryan, Most People Are Good

·         Extra for Splender: A little consideration, I little thought for others, makes all the difference. – Eeyore

Ticci Toby / Toby Erin Rogers: I make no apologies, for how I choose to repair, what you broke. – Meredith Grey, Grey’s Anatomy

Trenderman: My whole being calls for an act of violence, but I still wear velvet gloves. – Anaïs Nin

Zalgo: Funny. Cause I look around at this world you’re so eager to be a part of and all I see is six billion lunatics looking for fastest ride out. Who’s not crazy? Look around. Everyone’s drinking, smoking, shooting up, or just plain screwing their brains out, cuz they don’t want ‘em anymore. I’m crazy? Honey, I’m the original one-eyed chicken in the kingdom of the blind; Cuz at least I admit the world makes me nuts. – Glory, Buffy The Vampire Slayer

·         Extra for Zalgo: God’s busy. Can I help you? – Pinhead, Hellraiser

[nimmy22]

A Mistake: Chapter 2

summery: Set before the events of spencer's mansion. Slight AU where the Birkin's most recent babysitter gets more than she ever bargained for on one stormy night as she watched over Sherry. Cara was ready for a blackout but she almost got her life snuffed out when two forces attack the Brikin’s home, their goals unclear. All Cara wanted to do was get Sherry to safety but with the phone lines dead, she has to rely on herself. Will Albert Wesker be an ally? Or will he add Cara to the list of things needing a "clean up"?

I hope you enjoy!

Reposted from my account on AO3 under my username doomer.

https://archiveofourown.org/users/doomer

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She sighed in relief for a split second as the weak beam returned, only to feel all the breath being snatched from her lungs. A six-foot-man, heavily armed and dressed in black fatigues, came straight for her, face obscured by a ski mask. A scream bubbled its way out of her throat, only to burst prematurely as the intruder raised a gun to his lips. She forced her lips shut, feeling hot tears build up before they trickled down her cold cheeks.

She was terrified, but that terror only grew when she remembered she had left Sherry all alone. She cursed herself at her stupidly but then again, they would have both been caught by the gunman.

The intruder circled Cara, making a low whistling noise as his eyes drank in her form. He and the others were sent here on a mission, having already collected half the payment. All he had to do was collect the goods and deliver them to receive the other half of the payment. The girl was a spoil, and extra bonus, he was all too willing to snatch. She should blame the Bikinis. Anyone affiliated with Umbrella or their employees sealed their-

Cara grabbed a nearby vase while he was too distracted and smashed it against his head with a great amount of force, knocking him to his knees. But trained as he was, he was again back to his feet even before the shards hit the floor with an enraged shout.

Cara blindly sprinted away into the darkness, randomly bumping into the furnisher. She hasn't been in this house long enough to memorize its layout just yet, especially in the dark. All reason jumps out the window when such monster of a man is giving chase.

She ran as fast as she could and only paused when she didn't hear him coming after her anymore. Her ragged breathing was the only one consuming air in the room. From the smell of overly ripe bananas, she realized she was in the kitchen. A memory sparked in her mind, and she rushed to feel along the wall for the landline she had seen several times.

A tiny bit of hope sparked as her hands met the smooth plastic. Her fingers immediately began pressing buttons she knew by heart. It was someone she believed could give her more immediate help than a 911 call. She called Chris Redfield, a member of the S.T.A.R.S Alpha team. He was her best friend's brother and certainly would know what to do.

To her disappointment, a single ring was all the phone could give before the line went dead. It felt like a lifeline had just been cut.

'I could still grab Sherry and run,' Cara thought as she ran upstairs. Now with her eyes better adjusted to the dark, she was better able to avoid bumping into things. Several feet away from Sherry's bedroom, Cara's hand was already reaching out for the doorknob.

Before her hand closed around the handle, another wrapped around her throat with a crushing force. She gasped for breath as her airway fought against the pressure, narrowing by the second. she didn't recognize the man, realizing that the intruder had come with friends. Slamming her against the wall, he used his other hand to increase the pressure on her throat, and soon her vision became a blur. With the little bit of strength she had, she delivered a swift kick to his crutch.

That would have worked on the run-of-the-mill robber, but these men were trained mercenaries. He easily blocked her with his knee. A full-toothed smirk mocked her as her consciousness flickered worse than the flashlight had. Her bitterness left her with a bad taste in her mouth. The world had taken too much from her already, but it still wanted more. Always wanting more.

Air flooded into her airways, no longer constrained. She slid down the wall with the sensation of something warm and wet splatter against her face. At first, she thought they were just tears. She gasped for air, clammy hands running over the bruising over her neck. She shut her eyes as the world spun around her.

Her eyes snapped open as she heard a thud, realizing the man had fallen to his knees. Cara crawled away quickly, expecting him to attack again. She blinked several times to clear the blurriness into focus.

Time seemed to slow down as she stared wide-eyed at the man kneeling in front of her. The hands that were seconds ago determined to end her life were wrapped around his own throat, failing miserably to stop the blood from gushing out like a fountain. There was someone else here, someone who was not on their side, but that didn't mean they were on hers.

"H-help m-me." he choked on his blood, reaching a hand towards Cara. Seeing the figure behind the man slowly walk towards her, she slapped the desperate hand away and scrambled to her feet, ready to run. She didn't get far and screamed as she too met the end of the man's blade already slick with blood.

A man with slicked blond hair, not a strand out of place, and an unreadable hardened expression stared at her from behind a pair of expensive shades. He used his whole body weight to pin her to the wall, nestling the knife right below her chin, sharp end nearly slicing the skin.

"W-who are you?" Cara whimpered; voice strained like a mouse about to expire. Her breathing came out ragged as she licked her dry, cracked lips.

"You must be Sherry's new babysitter," His voice was deep, soothing, and pleasant, so unlike this very situation. A thousand questions flooded Cara's mind, but she was too afraid to ask. Too afraid to give him any inspiration.

Her eyes darted to the door, and she felt a heavy feeling settle into her stomach. She was so close to Sherry, but so was the threat. Cara couldn't even help herself, and the little girl may end up paying the price for it. She hated herself for being so useless.

Footsteps rounded the corner, revealing three armed men with their guns, and they were trained on Cara and her assailant. Within a blink of an eye, the knife was gone from her neck, finding its new home buried right between the eyes of one man. He dropped to the floor with a thud, expression frozen in a state of confusion.

"Fuck! This motherfucker got Stennely and Adam. Let's fuck him up!" One of the men shouted.

Cara was shoved backward aggressively by the blond man without another glance her way. Producing a gun of his own, he began firing with precision catching a man in the temple. The others took cover, getting ready to return fire.

Cara didn't wait to watch the rest of the fight and raced into Sherry's room, slamming the door. "Sherry? Oh god, please tell me your alright," She cried, eyes darting from one point to the next in search of the little girl's form. Then she remembered the little girl hid under the bed. Holding her breath, she quickly lifted the covers and glanced below, only to let out a sob as she realized the little girl wasn't there.

"Sherry!?" Cara cried louder, overwhelmed with panic and-

"Cara!" a quivering voice called out. Cara whirled around to see pale little hands pushing the closet door open, Sherry's head peaking out.

"Oh, thank god!" Cara said, feeling the crushing weight of guilt lifted. She shouldn't have left the little girl alone. With a gentle smile, she reached out to touch Sherry's tear-streaked face.

"I heard all the noise and got so worried about you. Oh no! Your hurt. " Sherry gasped, wiping something off Cara's face, her fingers coming off red. The high schooler shuddered with the memory.

"I-it's.... not... it's not mine. Don't worry. But we've gotta leave right now."

"But daddy said not to leave the house. We can stay hidden in the closet." Sherry said, opening the door wider. The ongoing gunfire moved further away to a more distant part of the house. The fact that the gunfire did not yet stop threw the idea of hiding right outside the window. Literally. There was definitely no hiding here.

"I know, I know, baby, but there are bad people in the house," Cara said and led the little girl to the window. "We have to get out before they find us." she held the girl in a tight embrace before she heaved the window open, kicking the screen out. Sticking her head out the window, she spotted a drainpipe within reach making its way down from the roof. The rain was falling without mercy, already drenching her hair and weighing down her eyelashes.

"This is a bad idea, but I see no other way," Cara said, throwing her leg out the window, and then the rest of her body followed suit. "Just do what I do and don't do what lands me splat on the ground,"

The little girl looked unconvinced, but she followed. The pipe groaned as Cara used to climb down. While the descent was only from the second floor, it felt like years were passing and not minutes. The rain forced them to make slower, calculated moves as it made the metal slippery. Any mistake could lead to something breaking or worse.

Soon Cara's feet touched the ground. Her mind was alert and ready to bolt, but her muscles screamed from the strain. As soon as Sherry was grounded, they raced to the neighboring home. Cara banged on the door, calling for help

No one came to the door, despite the two flashy cars parked outside. Not wasting time, she ran to the next house and the next, banging on doors and windows, only to meet the same outcome.

'The fucking posh fuckers of Raccoon too stuck up to get involved when other people's lives are in danger. Not even for a child, they were willing to help,' Cara thought bitterly, feeling even more helpless. She just wanted to make a single phone call to Chris- to anyone!

A black van sped through the residential street, contrasting with all the bright sport cars parked in front of the expensive homes. It squealed to a stop as soon as it spotted them. The doors slid open, revealing armed men dressed in black army fatigues and bulletproof vests. They ran towards the girls with purpose, guns aimed and ready.

"Don't make this harder than it has to be. Give up the little girl, and we won't hurt you. In fact, you're free to go." One of the men said, approaching the girls slowly. Cara had a strong feeling that he was lying and that he will make sure she won't see the sunrise ever again.

"Help!" Cara banged on the door again, knuckles bruised and sore, but she didn't stop.

"Save your breath. No one will help you. These stuffed fuckers of umbrella are too self-conceited to even help one of their own. They have no sense of loyalty. Now, why would they help you? Just give us the girl." The man taunted, drawing closer to them.

"Over my dead body," Cara spat before grabbing the little girl and sprinting.

"Big mistake." He smirked, a vicious gleam in his eyes. With his finger on the trigger, he trained his gun on the two fleeing forms.

Bang.

The mercenary's hand split from his body, having been a recent target of Wesker's sniper rifle from where he hid atop the roof of the Birkin’s home. The mercenary screams didn't carry far before Wesker cut it short, delivering a second shot into his skull.

"The mistake is yours, thinking you could snatch my dear little niece and kill her favorite babysitter," Wesker said, a sinister smile playing on his lips.

They were right about Umbrella lacking any sort of loyalty, but he would not hesitate to kill for what was his and his dear friend William.

A clean-up crew was already on its way, but Wesker wasn't going to make it too easy for them. He had been cooped up in the STARS office for too long this week. Having time for little else and dealing with tiresome subordinates and chief of police constantly breathing down his neck at every turn. He was just about ready to snap. And these men came at just the right time to ease his boredom, just a little bit.

[thelordstears]

Hohohoho- did this mother fucker do some writing? Why of course.

"I want you to live and die in the same breath, and so with a revolver glistening silver underneath your childhood home I will make the bullet the breath you breathe."  - Caldvain Lucelo

"My name tastes like a hungry tiger on my fucking tongue." - Vokard Killjaw

"The only thing money buys you is enemies." - Myles Catsenberg

"People in power like to step into the shoes of the weak just to see how best to break them. And I swear as I stared into the eyes of that living, breathing embodiment of everything that's wrong with humanity, I could feel miles that weren't my own being walked in boots I recognize." - Gerard Bronko

"The shadows, they dance, my friend. In the dark they sway, in the light they wither, it's a serenade melody of shadow and decay." - Ruvickza Havinsaw

"I dance with death as if she were a pretty woman, but soon as she steps cold heel on my toes, I'll succumb to the cold waters of this darkness I'm drowning in." - Jared Ashes

"I don't think the forbidden fruit was ever, an apple sitting in the tree. It was always a metaphor. We all have our own forbidden fruit. For some it's lust, desire, greed. For others it's murder. But it was always a bit more specific with me. My forbidden fruit sits like a rotting orchard in my chest, whispering to me all the secrets that killed me." - Exton Varkno

"I traded my life for violence the day I stepped into a battlefield, bullets between my teeth and gunpowder in my lungs." - Dust Tilvain

"There's something dark, brewing inside of me and it stems from the cruelty that hunts me with knives of shadow and sin. I can't tell whether or not I'll come out the other side of this battle me, cause soon as that blade swings through the air and crimson smiles haunt my mind, I know that I won't be Jolt Netz. My tombstone would be etched with infamous names and killer's identities." - Jolt Netz

"He sits like a bullet on my tongue, tearing into the essence of life with fangs of gold and horror. And as he smiles, you know that it is not of kind nature, but a warning that Hell hath no fury like a scorned devil." - Ruva Buckrein

"They call us damned, they call us cruel and unjust. But darkness lives in the hearts of man, and my friend, all we are doing is returning you to humanity." - Virgillio Kreuten

"There's something cruel about how Heaven dances before the angels who fell. As if it mocks their pain with a pearly white smile filled with angel toothed fangs." - Kristen

"I was a bullet fading memory sitting on the edge of another man's revolver. I'd do anything to get my next fucking hit, my next fucking high. And so I stand here with broken bullets sitting at my boot, wondering if this is the price I payed to become nothing more then a silhouette of who I shoulda been." - Bovako Stillsworth

"I was a pawn, once. But I moved through the white and black checkered board, shifting through identities at rapid speeds. I've been the brook. The knight. The bishop. But as I reached the end of the board, my friend. I said checkmate and became something far more powerful then a King, or a Queen. I became he who controls the board, rolling die as if they were the seers golden strings." - David Faim

"Safety is an illusion, created by society to keep us quiet." - Quentin Satchel

"He's a pale white ghost that sits like a dream in the shadows, and before you know it, my friend, he'll snatch you in his nightmare hungry maw, and all you know will become dark." - Arthur Wellburn

"I stared into eyes mad and unwell, sinking in oceans that were never my own. And as I tripped over my boots, I came to realize these boot-prints were never mine either. I'm just a stranger walking in Cage's skin nowadays, wondering when the fuck I'll be myself." - Cage Azvinka

"Death doesn't taste cold. It doesn't taste of dark things and chaos. Death tastes like the lips of someone you've lost, it tastes of rose petals and lust, of nights spent in each other's arms and worst of all, for some people. Death tastes of love." - Norman O'Driscoll

"You know how it is, we all think we're good people. We all live as if we're the hero in our own fucking comic book, but then you gotta make choices. And none of 'em are favorable. All of 'em end with some form of death, and you get to thinking if this is the new normal, and blood runs red on the mellow streets of innocence. What the fuck does that make a hero but a villain hiding behind his regretful eyes?" - Kyro Bellford

"I stood for nobility, for peace. For something the world could be proud of in the end. But my world fell apart as sinister smiles surrounded me and darkness swooped in on every god don side. What a cruel thing it must be, to fall into the dark when light is right around the corner." - Jenvick Hester

"I am a revolver of secrets and lies. Each chamber holds a bullet, my friend. Dare you step into the firing range of these gunpowder identities that'll cling to you like shivering shadows?" - Caveston Gustello

"This world is fucked up. No wonder I wanted to escape it, right? No wonder I wanted to drift away from reality on wings of cocaine and hallucinations that left me bleeding from the heart. I just don't know why, out of all the things I can't run from, it's the fucking ghost that sits in my memory like a cruel, barking and biting dog. It'll always be there. It'll always remain, there. Because to be rid of the addiction ghost would be to be rid of who I am, too." - Rain Morvosina

"I sit very quiet in my mind, as if I fear even a whisper would shatter the glass of me. I thought, as I held my child in my arms that I had found life blossoming inside of me, for once, finally. I had found it, I had lived. But it was not life I had given to the world, but decadent and starving death. With his reddened teeth and decaying angels, he rips my mind apart with his existence alone. I have committed an awful, dreadful sin. One that can never be forgiven. For I am the mother of evil, and that, is nothing that God can love." - Francine Flowrick

"Reality always crashes down on the weary. It comes for the broken with claws, sharp, rotting things they are, tearing at the fabric of beating hearts and minds that think and remember, that hurt and scar so easily. I've always been the thing that hunts the bad things. The quiet bumps in the dark that haunt childhood minds and whispered madness that haunts the well and lovely of society. I was never really a man, was I? I was always something to be feared by the dark. So does that make me an invisible shadow?" - Mosrvey Vitinbow

"You know how it is. When you see someone that's broken you think you can fix them, you think you can save them from the darkness you'd seen yourself. But she was never broken. She was never something anyone could fix. She was cruel. She was delusional and wicked. And I'd never seen that in someone before. But a young heart had become a decaying one before I even had a chance to watch daisies and roses bloom in her chest. Love never stood a chance with something cruel and animalistic as her." - Moana Steenfield

"They called me something sinister, as if who I am could be defined by words pulled from the darkest poets man kind has ever known. But I was never poetry, I was never something that could be explained. Death came for me with rotting fingers and a smile, and up in flames went the pain. Up in flames went all the horror in my heart. If I wasn't this rotting, dying thing of cruelty and bloodstained lip, who would I be? Perhaps I wouldn't be Bethy, if I wasn't wicked, if I wasn't something mad and quiet. And to be myself, perhaps, is my loveliest sin of all." - Bethy Angelice

"Monsters don't follow a code of any sort. With their fangs of humanity and grins of dark, they sit still like starving vultures, waiting to drag another dead man's soul into the quiet emptiness of their madness. I've met monsters. I've met cruelty. And often I wonder, is it such a cruel sin, to send a beast into the dark from whence he came?" - Ozbey Crocker

"She was broken before the Devil of delusions had ever gotten to her. As if her mind was a paint peeled mansion, creeping at the edge of an abandoned ghost town. I had never met such cruelty in someone so young until she sat at the edge of a boy's bed, hatred and something sinister dancing in eyes pale and lifeless." - Paul Daykos

"He came for me with ashen bone fingers, his eyes dancing with unheavenly delusions. Dark and quiet was the punishment for my madness, for my devilry wrapped in child like horror. He told me that they call us a murder of crows. And what a heavenly thing it must be, to hold black feathers divine beneath your nails, ripping into the threadbare and gentle animalistic nature of the beaked beasts that caw little whispers of death in the sky. What a cruel, decadent beast he was. Sitting at the edge of insanity with his eight ball and shaky ashen bone fingers." - Bethy Angelice

"I ripped my blade from out a dying man's chest, and it was with, some sense of dread and a cruel form of poetry I realized it was my heart on the tip of that blade." - Richarlosse Caldwane

"Ya know, I think we're all just hearts, tryna find our way through the darkness in our ribcage. All it takes is a spark or two of some, curious emotion to light the way." - Markino Ravine

"My tears roll down my cheek like a brand seared into my memory. As if my sorrow is forever with me." - Jimmy Rummers

"I would swallow my grief, but I fear if I were to do so I would consume his memory." - Marvel Felinmote

"The world has no care for girls like me, but since when did that mean I don't get to have any care for someone like me? I battled with my demons until they became my friends, the angels with horns on my shoulder. Isn't it beautiful, to turn your nightmares into dreams with a forgiving smile?" - Emnia Ruzit

"I'm nothing but broken bottle amens spoken too fucking late." - Ash Caesar

"I marched into the battlefield me, but as the shrapnel and gunfire started surroundin' my heart on every side, it felt almost as if, history had begun etching my name away into the oh so infamous name of war." - Carickstan Spellman

"I wade in these depths unfamiliar, quiet madness creeping up the edges of my weed infested skull. This quaint little garden of insanity and unwell morality is mine, I tend to it with dagger like rain, letting the sun set it ablaze as Winter's ice cuts into it as if it were, a fresh cattle on the hook. This mind of mine is a shattered, broken, dying thing. But perhaps more so then ever I fear, that this garden has rotted, like seaweed left too long from out the ocean's waves. I am seafoam madness and coral reef sorrow, sinking into this ocean of who I am, drowning in things I never knew, nor perhaps, ever wanted to see." - Azekiel Gynsello

"I sit on the edge of violence like dark poetry unspoken. I am the ebony crow, soaring through dreams, weaving them into nightmares and shadow." - Everett Beaumont

"I once stood strong, like a soldier on the battlefield, knowing his country would win the war. But as my rifle fell from decaying fingers, clattering to the dirt, I found that hope, is a dead end dream, cause damn brother, the future turns against your promises." - Ramo Bonewitz

"My mother was an empty powder keg, but slowly, ever so slowly she filled herself with gunpowder rage, sinking into the depths of her anger. And as she looked at me, with perhaps, eyes that yearned for something more then the beast she'd become, I stared her back, with eyes she just couldn't love." - Rain Morvosina

"I tap my fingers against a type writer, tip tapping away as my memories are on display, like ink on a page that documents the misery of a man who doesn't know any other life. And as these poems and prose bleed into my fingers through the black letters I touch, I come to wonder if it was wrong of me, to escape reality with a writer's eyes." - Bovako Stillsworth

"My daddy always used to say that hate isn't the majority, they just scream louder then those who fear the stripping of their voice for speaking out against injustice. And he's right, cause as I shiver and shake in the face of someone's anger, I fear the consequences of speaking against violence." - Harmoni Thievesmire

"Regret is a chamber in which I sleep." - Romiro Smilowitz

"There's secrets in your heart. I would suggest casting them from your ribcage so they don't start tumbling from your lip, because if you so much as whisper of the darkness in me rest assured, you'll lose yourself in the span of  a revolver chamber's glistening silver." - Markston Valentine

"You went walking into Hell thinking it was the sun, didn't you? Don't you know beasts look like you? You've been a man of the law, for how long? And you didn't think twice what laid behind my smile?" - Markston Valentine

"To some I'm a death omen, others call me a bad man. Some people look at me as if I were some extant revival of Judas, sticking my knife in the back of justice, but to you, I'm a savior wrapped in the blood of the monster under your fucking bed." - Galio Brute

"I got an army inside this little chamber, and all of my bullet soldiers want you dead." - Galio Brute

"I'd ask forgiveness for killing the man who hurt Marigold, but I don't think Karma much cares for men who sit on the edge of violence with a grin." - Jakoby Fallhurst

"With my heart beat quick and rapid, the pullin' of my trigger came and went in the blink of that soon to be dead man's eyes." - Jakoby Fallhurst

"I used to sit at the edge of a revolver, right on the barrel. And as the gunsmoke wisped around my head, it felt like I had died while I was a livin', but all it took was a single leap of faith ta find myself outside that chamber 'a dead ends and sorrow glimpsed eyes of mirrored fates." - Jakoby Fallhurst

"Who you are is, patches of dead skin clinging to the tips of your fingers, it'll start with the blood drip, dripping from off the feeble hangnails of your identity, dripping away like wax from a candle ever roaring. Your identity will cling to you, but it will decay. Eventually, it'll start falling off in clumps of hair, dripping away from you forevermore, but it shall be ripped from you, like the first layer of your skin." - Mekivalla Brimsburn

"You call me human, but your panic beating heart unravels me as something eldritch in nature." - Mekivalla Brimsburn

"Do I, sit on your tongue like a sorrow danced question? Do I lay in your heart like an edged razor blade, carving little pieces off of who you are with memories of my smile and actions?" - Mekivalla Brimsburn

"I'm a, threadwork illusion, I slink into shadows unseen and appear like a ghost on the wind, sitting idle on cold cases and graves. Wherever I wander death is sure to follow, and as I look to this, field of open graves, I wonder which one is for me." - Morsvey Vitinbow

"He stared at me with a knife like smile, carving my identity from off my back like angel's wings burning in the midnight sky of Heaven. And as he ripped into the threadwork maze of my mind, he told me that he was just the point edge of a razor, carving pieces of me into pieces of him." - Bosko Hallramo

"His mind was a whisper of humanity, but if he had the courage he could've found a victorious shout of it echoing in a healed scar." - Malachi Razor

"Mystery called to me from the shadows of a forest, and as I discovered what the sinister tune's song meant, I felt as if, something started to die deep inside my bones. Like roses blooming from an open grave." - Abram Gothenburg

"My name sits like a dying raven on my tongue." - Hackton Acokliney

"You're stronger then you know, Gynso, it doesn't take shoving bullets in a chamber to find strength. All it takes is to accept your heart as it is, rainbow, decaying or golden. All hearts are equal, but some wither. Don't dig your heart a grave in an attempt to find yourself." - Keller McVito

"Don't you know, I was just like you once? Fighting for the people, bleeding, for the people. But, when push comes to shove sorrow and rage aren't enough to fill an empty chamber of revolution, so you have to put little pieces of you in those bullets, and eventually, you die, Keller." - Godfree Fallows

"In life, we are presented with two choices. Either you shove who you are so far down your throat that not even you, could reach him, or sit down and think, "Who am I?" and as the answer swirls in your mind, accept that, and become a gentle answer, rather then a forever burning question." - Keller McVito

"Her lips tasted like death ripping cold through my throat, her fingers daggers and knives digging into the notches of my spine. But worst of all, her heart tasted like an unholy omen of my death, sitting idle on her bare back." - Father Vorkaine Thorrel

"We aren't stars blinking out of the light, we're human. And with that, comes the capability to fight back, tooth, and bloody knuckle." - Father Vorkaine Thorrel

"It's once you call yourself holy that you realize you never were." - Father Goriah Thorell

"I place a weathered and scarred hand on my broken and damned heart, praying that I die a man I am." - Nathaniel Wessonlock

"Somedays, when I sit and wonder if I was ever really, a good man I feel a tinge of sorrow beat like a fragile rain drop in my heart. And as my mind tells me the blood staining the forest ground is on my hands, I come to wonder if the act of not noticing, the act of inaction and the act of cowardice, is perhaps more damning then pulling the trigger." - Bart Vanstick

"I don't believe in Karma, justice or anything like that. Those things have never worked in the favor of man, but what I do believe in is my pistol and the will to kill." - Nial Mooranan

"You've poisoned the river's in me, you stripped me screaming from who I am. And I have no fucking problem doing the same to you." - Nial Mooranan

"I'd watch your back, from here on out. There's serpents and vipers in the grass, and your heart is starting to look like a feast." - Sirius Mortales

"I'm a very powerful man, I'm practically a ghost, Ramo. I can be anywhere at any given time in many different vessels, I have eyes in the shadows of Evergreen's Bay. And you, my friend, have been ensnared in death's cold, hungry and starving maw." - Quentin Satchel

"You'd best know I hold a deadly grudge." - Quentin Satchel

"Underneath the shadows of foreign ravens and darkness blotting the cloud's of my heart, I fell, like a decaying angel in the night sky. And humanity called me a beautiful shooting star, and as they wished upon my burning hubris and wax, it was death and a curse they'd receive for wishing on shadows and dying angels." - Mallonzi Heckzen

"There were castles in his bones, pillars that held up his marble floor strength." - Abram Gothenburg

"You, are a dying question, you have no answer ricocheting in those mad bones of yours. And as you choke on your blood, it is insanity and a lack of humanity you'll taste on your teeth." - Ashvallio Bradburry

"That's what I want, don't you see! I don't want, to be human, it caused me such, aching pain, to be man. So with a howl and death in my throat I became something less then that. Something greater, then that." - Burns Mataugh

"I'm king 'a this hill, my throne is secured by my hammer and wit alone, and this hill is littered with the bones of those who tried ta push me. Dare you become bones?" - Shawn Werdesltein

"It was always humanity, that turned men to phantoms. Or the lack thereof." - Crow Sandelfreicks

"I've died, really. You can etch a stone with my forgotten name and seek whispers in the soils of my heart, but deep down, you'll see the bones of decay and raven beaks, wondering why such a merciful man's ribcage is stained with gunmetal and blood." - Crow Sandelfreicks

"You have come to the place saint's go to arise from their feeble skin, and out crawls the sinner hidden deep within the ribcage of hollow bone." - Farquad Debellio

"You've made a merciful man's heart beat with murder." - Crow Sandelfreicks

"In my brother's eyes, I saw shadows he didn't want, in his heart, though, I saw scars bleeding from a broken man's chest. And with some, sad sense of joy, I felt as if I needed to be his hero, for all my life, he's been mine." - Monica Hallmoore

"They called me a shadow, and as I first slipped into the dark, it became a truth sliding from their snake tongues." - Morello Hallmoore

"You will die, decaying like a gentle rose in my garden of withering willow trees, and by the end your petals will be black, your thorns will be covered in crimson pieces of yourself. Dare I say, you'll die a reflection of me?" - Allinza Harzvi

"I met death underneath decaying streetlight, and what a regretful thing it must be, to hold a scythe for something other than harvesting crop." - Greendale Moonwalk

"I, am a killer. A thief of life, and if you want to stop me from grasping at revenge with decaying and moss covered fingers, you will have to kill me." - Porter Blackburn

"To kill a monster you must become one! You can't hide in shadows as if you were a torch, no. You have to be an empty nebula." - Porter Blackburn

"I sit here, decaying in a broken chest, wondering if perhaps it is the sanity that rotted from my corpse." - Ebenezer Vanderholts

"My heart lays on the gallows, blackened and decaying. And the only thing I can ever do is watch the ghosts of my past let it swing." - Mirnivia

"I sing a tune on this three stringed lute, and all the damned beasts of Hell come running, thinking my song of salvation." - Serven Grimes

"Oh I didn't stand a chance in the hallways of sanity and peace, brother. But in this place of decaying laughter, I'm home." - Farquad Debellio

"I lost my mind in the echoes of the sinner's steeple, and as I stumbled blind towards salvation, echoing like a grin in the night, I knew that perhaps, to have no mind was a fate not much unlike death." - Farquad Debellio

"A heart unwell can't be revived, I fear. It can be risen from the dead, but in a sense it will always lurk with a sinister scent of death beating like sick blood in veins dying." - Draven Scotchfuel

"Thing is, I can't remember everyone I've killed. You're just a cold case to me brother." - Ewan Hanstammer

"When you become skin and bone, heart falling from your decaying chest, what do you do? Sometimes I wonder if I should shut off the lights of my flickering mercy, but other days I wonder if all in all, I'm the wick of a dying candle, doomed to fade away with the gust of hurricane rage brewing inside my cracked ribcage." - Harvano Axtortley

"Emotions are liars and bastards Clive, listen to them at your own risk." - Sandro Colorfeid

"In the foreign call of the ravens and crows I find not death omens, but squawks and signals that I am alive. I am breathing, and as the wolf howls to the moon, I know it is not my blood on his muzzle, but the blood of cruelty in the flecks of grey and brown." - Harmania Ackwallow

"I sat in a Church, feeling far off from God, miles away from salvation. And as that silver cross dangled like, faltering faith in the night sky, I knew that perhaps, the worst sin of all is to watch an angel fall." - Genesis Contritum

"You won't find salvation in that town, brother, you'll find four sin clad devils, and brother, I'm only the first mile on the highway to Hell." - Allinza Harzvi

"Sometimes, who we are isn't determined by our choices. Rather it's found in the echoes of someone else's cruel, wicked pieces of fate." - Tabbi Mariwitch

"You can't be the good guy in this place, it reeks of the death of minds and sanity alike. So you have to blend in, study the behavior of the unwell. Become, the unwell. In this place, being yourself is a suicidal act." - Ashvallio Bradburry

"You really think you know this place? There's madness creeping up every corner, girl, and if you wish to survive in this land of shadows, I'd suggest becoming one." - Ashvallio Bradburry

"You should fear the man with no identity, for he will change in the blink of an eye just to watch you fall." - Arthur Wellburn

"You can't just, look me in the eye and find your reflection. You'll find madness, you'll find flicks of love and pieces of grace left behind in your murderous stride." - Arthur Wellburn

"If this life I've lived is Hell, then his hand on my cheek or lips against mine must be what Heaven tastes like." - Annamarie Ghostwallow

"It feels as though, I have died while living. I wander white walls etched in the scars of the unwell, scratching at the confines of a skull that has a hard time containing a mind such as mine, and as I find myself shackled to a past that feels like a ghost following me, I know that perhaps, this is not life, but God's personalized Hell for a girl like me." - Annamarie Ghostwallow

"I once met a man in the shadows of pine trees and lights that flickered in his presence, and as he kneeled to my level and whispered that I was doomed, it was like a promise had seared like a brand in my mind." - Kurt Esterly

"He stood over me, with claws in the shape of human fingers and told me death yearned for the gentle souls rocking back and forth in the decadent night. And as he swooped down like a vulture decaying, I knew that he'd given me a grave without once digging talons into my flesh." - Melessia Maeson

"It was a gentle decay, the funeral of me." - Iresa Ramstead

"Beg for mercy child, get on your knees and wail to the Heavens divine that you may be spared of my wicked blade, but God was never listening to you, was he?" - The Begotten Wolf King

"Ya can't lose, life. You can't exactly win it neither, life can only ever be lived, really, but some people stare at ya with champion's eyes and hunger for something grand, and those are the kinda people who become wolves. Whom become something a little less than human." - Dixie Spindrift

"It is almost as if, when I look in the mirror I can see every single life flashing in my pupils like a threadwork book of memories and pieces of me I'll never truly hold. But perhaps the greatest tragedy of all, is watching as mercy crumbles in the heart of a kingdom of rust." - Delvina Sunset

"You can't just live life in the slums of your sorrow, you gotta let people reach down and give you a helping hand when all seems lost. Don't let the cruelty get to ya, more often then not, it's a shadow, and the sun will watch it wither." - Morgerra Kent

"They told me it would be wonderful, to rise with strength and gunmetal in my bones. But as I pulled a trigger against a criminal's skull, the concrete pooling red with pieces of my mercy, I knew, that they'd lied. Because this isn't strength in me, it's a cruel sense of power that doesn't leave a single soul the same as he was." - Nolan Walkenstein

"I feel as if, I faded away from myself. It wasn't a single violent action, I was not ripped away from this person I am, but rather, soft gusts of wind came on by and with it, left little pieces of me. And eventually, as the hurricane rolled on by, there was nothing left." - Vaughn Bonevarrow

"We were both, black roses, decayin' in some, odd way. But I feel as if, when our petals danced across each other's stems, that perhaps, tinges of red started takin' over the garden of our hearts." - Sandro Colorfeid

"I imagine we too, 'ave become monsters. Even if it weren't our intention." - Jasper Pollymore

"My mind is nothing but cobwebs and dust, barren of any spider to tell me how the silk was spun." - Pam Maywood

"I will stand before you, blade washed in your dreams." - The Begotten Wolf King

"As my father told me of the family name's curse, to bare burns of a torch they'd never hold and he said to me, "Daughter, you run from this home, it's a decaying matter of flesh and flickering torches." And as I told him he's my hero, and regret flickered in his hazel brown eyes, I ran from a heritage that never should've been my own, praying that my father escaped cruelties shadow." - Gwenda Malrosa

"Like bombs fading in the night sky, the boy I raised became nothing but sizzling cinders of explosive horror." - Aphrodite Bonstellos

"In the essence of life and death they whisper, "You are free, sinner's child, fly free like the dove holding parsley in his beak and bring forth a new era of peace." But peace was an illusion, built by the powerful and cruel, and so as I stare into the ever flickering eyes of chaos and sacrifice, I shall hold not parsley and peace in my beak, but threadbare and dying secrets in my bloodied maw." - Unknown McDonaghue

"No matter how many devils climb upon my shoulder, I will make sure they wither with the howling snarl of my rifle." - Espifanio Vanderhoof

"I look at history with the eyes of a warrior, and I know it can't have been easy, to die for causes not much unlike the one I find myself in now. But as I let my past flow through me like strength in my veins, I know I won't die a nobody." - Callenmire Bloodfire

"You can't just stand above peace like this, chaos ain't supposed ta be fair, love ain't sposed ta be this fantasy we can't ever god damn reach. But you sit here, with a grin of steel and bullets and tell me that peace is a fuckin' shadow." - Carleton Kazelstoh

"It always has been, it fades when the night comes down on us weary bastards of the dead world. So why the ever living fuck, would I call peace a friend when she leaves me every time the sun sinks?" - Estus Hunters

"My brother's mercy died in a bed of roses and slick cards, and if he were to stand above me with a razor edged blade, would he revive his mercy, or let it fade in the crimson flash of my death?" - Farstead Newton

"My heart beats sick with the dying cries of wicked bastards who threaten a dynasty pure and mighty. But I shalt not let this heart of mine fall threat to the decaying sense of shadow in the darkness' grin." - Brovalla Bladestone

"When the world threatens to tear who you are away from your bones stand strong and tall, for you will build a new identity from the strength it took to crumble." - Missouri Jolana

"The Devil whispered in my ear, "Succumb, broken child of the graveyard town filled with hollow secrets." But an angel in me told me that no man should find his grave etched with a name that is his own before he lays beneath it." - Scythas Hoffs

"As death drifts like smoke on the wind, spilling from the cigarette between my lips and I breathe in the essence of the huntsman's woods with a wicked grin creeping up my lip like a crease in paper folded by untethered hands, I know that this origami dove has become a wolf of paper and crimson claws." - Morias Doorvensteil

"I stick a match stick between my teeth and call it fangs of explosive nature. But alas, all I do is burn my tongue on bitter beliefs." - Varzol Rothschild

"A sense of belief is only useful when faced with wonder, I have found. For when faced with grotesque horror, belief will find you dead at the bottom of a dead man's loaded gun." - Byron Javellanos

"My heart were never a place I could call home, for as it clambered at me with angry claws and a maw of dagger like fangs I came to realize in the midst of all my hurt and pain, oh I wasn't me, but a threadwork beast made up of patches of sorrow and little pockets of memories. I ain't me, but maybe, I really fuckin' shouldn't be." - Gaston Mckinlay

"You know, dad, I don't think the gunfire makes you who you are. I think the gunfire and smoke builds broken pieces of who you are, but the regret, the love and the joy beating inside your chest is what makes you a soldier." - Liam Holwane

"It lays fresh in my mind, like fish reeled in too early, and I can't help but think I'm a bad man. Perhaps the war cheats in whispers, but if you call me your hero, son, I will accept a cape 'round my shoulders." - Brett Holwane

"My father once told me that the gunfire smoke blinds the vision of morality in soldier's eyes. And I get to wondering if with all this cigarette smoke and shadow blinding me, if it'd be wrong to deem myself a moral man." - Liam Holwane

"No one was there for me until I heard quiet whispers in the flowers others would've chosen to crush for speaking of truths in quiet." - Benjamin Diggory

"They called me a rose pin grenade, and with regret I showed them my shrapnel." - Hallana Ragecue

"My heart wilted away as a ghost I know all too well lingers over my shadow, frail and gentle like the flower of hearts and roses he was." - Harlene Ballendger

"I can taste war dyin' bitter on my tongue, and as I place a weathered hand over my old sailor's cap, breathing in fresh ocean air and dying poems of people long gone, I get to wondering if the war is over, why do I still tremble in the presence of the past? Perhaps all war ever was is a ghost, sitting lonely on soldier's shoulders." - Stickzen Myadro

"In this world I have learned two things. You have to kill who you are to survive, and living and breathing are not the same thing, so as I pulled the trigger of my identity and died a woman I am not, I started living, breathing in the essence of death on a sunny day." - Minzina Strumvell

"She's dying lights in my head, dancing in the monotony of my grey splashed canvas." - Helzano Borvenkayer

"Humanity is just one big fuck up on God's part.” - Darlo Vanishpoi

“ This world is just, a crushing coffin that lays heavy on my chest, with an annoyed sigh I rise in the morning knowing that today is just another cigarette hazed Monday, a booze infested morning. “ - Darlo Vanishpoi

“ Is that all God is? A beast of many colors breaking his creations out of rage and disappointment?” - Darlo Vanishpoi

“ Truthfully, I'm trying to find the light at the end of the tunnel. But it looks oddly familiar, you know? And as I squint to see better in the darkness I'm surrounded by on the daily, I come to realize the light is just the spark of another cigarette, and like a moth, I trot towards the buzzing lights as if they wouldn't god damn kill me. Guess that's all broken men are, moths, drawn to the hazed and dancing lights of another forlorn day." - Darlo Vanishpoi

“ Sweet dreams, my friend, are nothing more then an illusion spun by the mind, and as you drift to the land between dreaming and reality, remember, that nightmares have always been a twisted version of reality, and so they hold some, sinister sense of truth behind their monsters and hallways full of mirrored images of who you're not. “ - Ghost Shiv

“ Don't you find it peculiar, how we call humanity beasts and animals because they spill the blood of their own kind? But tell me one predator that hunts its own kind. Tell me one species in this universe, besides human, that will rip its own kind to shreds because they felt like it. You'll find that humanity is the darkest kind of animal to roam the planet, and with my empty smile, I seek to prove it. “ - Ghost Shiv

“ Someone I know once told me that the broken have to stick together, and, that's such a peculiar thought. Because as soon as a mirror drops to the concrete, the glass pieces scatter away from one another." - Ghost Shiv

“ I was born in a world of shadow, sitting at a long table of bones and roses, and as I scarfed down every meal of death I could find life gave me a scythe in which I could reap with. “ - Clementine Ashburnum

“ Violence for violence is the rule of beasts, they say. But I say violence for violence has always been the rule of humanity, for we were never much good at hiding our fangs, where we?” - Clementine Ashburnum

“ I was born to rule this land of shadow and bone, and so I sit atop my throne of violence and thank the beasts for swallowing me whole. “ - Clementine Ashburnum

“The world doth not spin kindly. It thrashes like a violent wave and fills the ship of humanity with cold, black water, firing cannons into the mast and oak wood of our boat. And so the storm destroys what is left of humanity, and thus we become beasts.” - Clementine Ashburnum

“ I've been kicked down and broken my whole life, choking on things that shouldn't exist, my pops always told me that we'll make it through another day. We just gotta go day by day, we just gotta get our minds through another damn week. And I say sorry to the clouds that he didn't damn well make it, cause as I lay roses at his grave tears roll like anger from my cheek and I clench my damn fist. Cause life just ain't fair, is it?” - Arnoldo Hungaris

“ Some people are born in Hell, and there's no way out of the flame. “ - Arnoldo Hungaris

“ All my life I've just wanted to be a somebody, but the day I was born the world looked down on me with a cruel grin and said that I just weren't born to be someone. So I picked up pieces of identity off the gravel road I'd been travelin' and played myself a game of identity roulette, never knowing who the fuck I'd be with the next pullin' of my dead man's trigger. “ - Arnoldo Hungaris

“ You ever feel as though your sense of self is dyin', witherin' away inta something that just don't god damn exist any longer? Cause this person I am has been fadin' from me for a long forty five years, and I'm just tryna catch the little pieces 'a identity as they flitter away like cinders in the damn breeze. “ - Dante Dunbar

“ My son looks ta me with sorrowed eyes and my daughter looks at me with wonder and joy, tellin' me I'm a good man. I'm the best go don' father she ever could'a had. But there's secrets sitting idle on my breath, but they don't ever leap from off my tongue, cuz I'm scared 'a what'll happen when all my darkness tumbles out from this box of pain I've shoved it in. It beats against the cage of pinewood and chain, roaring a melody of violence swearin' up and down that when it gets out I'm fucked and there ain't nuthin' I can do 'bout it. And I start ta believe the dark and toxic thoughts.” - Dante Dunbar

“ I grew up fast brother, and I didn't quite grow up so kind. So as I tell you I'm a bad man with regrets, don't you praise me without knowin' what them deadly sins is. “ - Dante Dunbar

“ Sometimes life will damn you to a fate so cruel and demented that you don't really come to figure kindness exists. Every eye seems like a stalker's gaze, every word feels like a lie off a tongue of silver, but some people are good, I've come to learn. “ - Clover Delecroix

“ I'm just a man trying his hardest to survive in this fucked up world, but my life was stripped from me so fast by four Devils who claimed themselves unwell and cruel. And as they came for me with insanity riddled grins and monster filled eyes, I came to realize that monsters will always wear the skin of man, because it's the easiest way to blend in, man. “ - Clifton Arslania

“ Ya know, my mom used to say that the kindest angels make the cruelest demons, and as I look to my scarred and weathered hands I get to wondering if I was an angel, once upon a time. But my halo's starting to grow horns and my wings are falling off my back feather by feather, and in the end, I'm just gonna be another man who let his demons take over the house in his head. “ - Clifton Arslania

“ I was just a kid when my whole world fell apart, and now I'm six feet from the edge of my fate, and I'm starting to wonder if it would be such a long fall. “ - Clifton Arslania

“ I can still remember her laugh, the way she'd fight back a smile when I told her how proud I was. She was a rebellious kid with trouble in her heart but hope in her smile, and without her.. I fear all I am is trouble and cigarette smoke, holding onto memories I swear I'll never forget. But these memories start to slowly fade, as if an eraser strikes at them, little pieces of them drifting away. I begin to forget what her laugh sounded like. I begin to forget the way her smile danced, or how she'd show me these, stupid, fucking internet things I never understood. Or how she told me all about the boy she liked, how she even thought that, she might have a future with him. But the future was ripped from her like a shadow, and I fear, with her future I too, was lost. “ - Darlita Romilez

“ My name tastes like a bitter drug on my tongue.” - Darlita Romilez

"I met a man full of ghosts in the haunted streets of my hometown, and as he rose specters from the grave of secrets and lies, I came to realize why people fear the dark. It isn't because of the shadows, but what owns said shadows, what lurks alongside, said shadows. You see, there's always going to be monsters hiding in the dark crevices of humanity, and they'll always say that the light is their domain and us kind hearted saints have taken it forcefully from their clawed hands. But monsters lie, my friend. It is only monster nature for them to smile with blood in their teeth, for as soon as a man spills blood for his own self gain, he becomes something very much less than human. “ - Fred Douglass

“ My heart is an old one, it has been since I turned thirteen and spilled my secrets from a chipped tea cup, my parents using the single shard of glass to try and cut the truth from out my rainbow heart. But they never could. Because the truth, it doth not die. “ - Fred Douglass

“ I heard once that the truth is like a lion, let it go, it will defend itself. And this, is very well true. But lies are like cowering, frightened little crows, and soon as you throw a stone their way they squawk and caw, fleeing like a deer from a wildfire.” - Fred Douglass

“ I'll raise my revolver to the misery and pull the trigger, because a man who has something to fight for is always gonna be stronger than the man who has nothing left to die for. “ - Sav Gothenburg

“ Life, in all of its sorrow, is a story, we gotta read every chapter of our life. No skimming. No skipping pages because the pain is too much to bare. We gotta let our story be complete. Sometimes the ink will warp and twist into blood and bone, but we gotta pick up the quill and write a story that ain't all that bad. “ - Sav Gothenburg

“ I've always been an odd girl, chasing shadows because they intrigued me or finding warmth in the cold pale glow of the moon. “ - Claire Orwell

“ I'm just a tragedy away from fading away into the night from whence I came.” - Claire Orwell

“ I'm afraid of the dark because it's where I've resided all my life.” - Claire Orwell

“I was not loved as a child. I can still hear booming shouts that forced me to hide away from reality, I can still feel the broken bottles against my cheek, or the way my covers felt like a safe haven away from all the rage inside my childhood home. But I hath no covers to hide under to escape my mind.” - Claire Orwell

“ I'm just a girl of trouble wondering where the hell the light at the end of her tunnel has gone, cause I keep tripping on barbed wire and regret, wondering if any cars will catch me on my way to salvation. “ - Christie Shadow

“ I met a man at the edge of the streetlights, he sparked up a cigarette, tattoos flickering in the orange glow like scars of battle, and he told me that he could give me an opportunity to be someone. To actually matter. And with a foolish smile, I followed him, like the deer who didn't mind the bloodstains on the wolf's maw. “ - Christie Shadow

“ You know, I always just wanted to be somebody. I wanted to live a life I could be proud'a, but when you're born on the streets with a mother who doesn't care and a father who left a long time ago, you don't much get that chance. She was just a drugged up ghost, sitting on the edge of her deathbed with red eyes and a smile. So I followed a path that I thought would be my one way ticket out of Hell. But the cruel men always hid paradise behind their smiles, huh?” - Christie Shadow

“ I tried to pick up a dagger and toss it at my misery, but it always sinks into my peace like fangs of cruelty, chipping pieces of me away with the edge of a scalpel. “ - Christie Shadow

“ People are always trying to say that humanity is inherently wicked, but that was never true. I've seen the kindness in men's hearts, but I've also seen the wickedness that flows like death in the veins of a man who called himself a wicked and lean vulture sitting atop the Church to consume the flesh of the saintly and good hearted.” - Chester Bronkzeim

“ My identity is like wallpaper from an old mansion, sometimes it peels away, it cracks and starts to show the true colors of who I am. And there's a secret or two in my walls.” - Chester Bronkzeim

“He grins, the blood of my identity on his fucking teeth.” - Chester Bronkzeim

"Don't you understand, the beasts have always been hiding in the public eye? They look like your every day people. They smile. They laugh. But don't you dare trust the bad man's grin, it's filled with broken promises and hearts he's stopped on a fucking whim. “ - Leo Griggs

“ They've always praised the wolves with blood on their fucking teeth, so I just learned to blend in with the crowd and flash a crimson stained smile to the crowd. Woops and cheers from society sound like a melody of violence to the powerful.” - Leo Griggs

“ My ribcage has always looked like the open doors of a slaughterhouse.” - Leo Griggs

“I stand like a death omen, sitting atop the old graveyard of saints, laughing at the way they've been buried underneath my fucking power.” - Charlie Griggs

“ Why would I be kind, when I could be powerful? “ - Charlie Griggs

“ True power does not come from kindness, my friend. Take a look at the fucking history books won'tcha? Nothing was ever done without a little multitude of violence and sin. Wanna free the slaves? You're gonna have to take up arms and spill some blood for the cause. Violence is the foundation on which humanity stands, has been ever since Cain struck down Abel, and in my eyes, it always will, be the foundation on which we stand.” - Charlie Griggs

“ Humanity is a tapestry of the Devil's dreams, and damn, if I ain't a testament to all the lord tried to condemn. “ - Charlie Griggs

“ When I first stood with blood on my hands and murder in my black heart, I knew that who I am had died a heart wrenching death. He choked on the same bullet as the man who laid dead at my fucking feet.” - Charlie Griggs

“ This world's not kind to those who live by the code of honor and kindness, but you can't let this beat you down. You can't let this kill ya. Or else the world will become a graveyard of dreamers who gave up. “ - Gavin Rustington

“ Most of those who fall subscribe to the ideology that others deserve the fall with 'em, so they reach claws from out the depths of their misery and pull others down with them. This creates a perpetual cycle of violence and death. Don't dare swallow the idea that your pain is a violent raging melody that everyone deserves to hear sung so darkly into the night.” - Gavin Rustington

“ Not all villains were angels, but not all Devils are cruel, and not all angels are kind. The world's just not so black and white." - Gavin Rustington

“ My heart beats a melody of rage and cruelty sinkin' inta the miserable depths of my revenge, and as the flames flicker in my eyes, I feel like a reflection of the tragedies that broke me down ta a vengeance driven beast, sippin' on blood red streams as if they were clear. “ - Vokard Killjaw

“ Brother, there's blood on my cold teeth and some sense of decay lurkin' in my jaw, so as I smile and my fangs start a rottin', you best know that life took this whole boy and turned him inta an arson lullaby, bitin' down on bullets etched with a name all too familiar. “ - Vokard Killjaw

“ I met death in the flickerin' flames of Hell and with a silver drenched smile he told me tragedy lurked in the veins of all whom seek a higher purpose. And as I cut open my wrists, tragedy mixed in with my blood, my vision blurrin' with delusions of peace, I found that rage tastes like my name on my tongue, and death tastes like mercy on the teeth of the vengeful. “ - Vokard Killjaw

“ I struck out at the young age 'a thirteen, choking on my halo of dust and decadent stars, prayin' ta the lord that he'd save me from the Devil that wore my father's eyes. But he never did. God don't listen ta the broken, he watches 'em fall, he watches 'em stumble through thorns and blackberry bushes, but he don't ever give a helpin' hand, do he? Cuz I sit here in my corner of nowhere and drink myself a quiet hummed lullaby of whiskey regrets and cigarette stained memories, wondering how the Hell I became my father. “ - Denzel Thievesmire

“ I'd say sorry for what I done, but it won't change a damn thing, it won't bring together the hearts I broke, it won't heal the scars I etched, so I let fate take me on down ta the river in which I may drown in my sins.” - Denzel Thievesmire

“ My sister once told me that life is a colored blade, and depending on how true our heart is, the blood will be a different color. So I gotsa wonder why black blood drips from the blade of life as it etches me with scars of my human nature.” - Denzel Thievesmire

“ I didn't want trouble, but brother, trouble wanted me.” - Denzel Thievesmire

“ The man who raised me was a shadow in the daylight, standing above who I could be with a scythe, willing to reap my identity from me as soon as I found out who I am. And I always accepted that, because I had never known any other life. But as Olly danced his fingers across my cheek and told me that freedom is not a house of four walls and staying shackled to a single place, I knew that, maybe I could finally be somebody. Maybe I could finally be me.” - Stenlana Borswell

“ I'd read of romance in so many novels, envying the girls and boys who found a happily ever after at the end of their story. I was jealous of fiction because I had never really lived in reality. But as soon as his lips pressed against mine, my heart started to beat with colors it had never seen, as if our love was a tapestry of what could be, and what would be. I found love in front of me, and I couldn't just let it escape. So with courage in my heart I ripped myself free from cruelties shadow, soaring on pale white wings of bravery and identity I'd never known. “ - Stenlana Borswell

“ Hate, my friend, is as old as time. But so is love. “ - Celdvel Creitz

“I strap this old hat to my head and strike a match, creating a spark of revolution in the air of cruelty and division.” - Celdvel Creitz

“ I reserve my hate for those who stand above peace like shadow lickin' flames, sittin' at the edge of a cruel man's revolver swearing up and down, this is the only damn way. There's wolves hidin' in the shadows of the revolution, and brother, they blend in with the sheep, they always will. Cause monsters always shared human qualities.” - Celdvel Creitz

“ My life hasn't been a kind one, I'm shotgun shells and violence on the cold shore of peace, and as I stumble blindly on a path that was never truly my own, I come to realize that a man who's seen violence will never be the same. Any man with blood on his hands will never be an angel, after all, we're human, we're fragile and kind, decaying as we walk towards another day with hearts of violent tendencies.” - Cavinsta Tilvain

“ It is as if my mind works in agony, slaving away at a factory, spewing out toxic thoughts and packaging them to deliver to my fragile heart, as if my mind is an overworked employee, enraged by the conditions in which he is worked.” - Cavinsta Tilvain

“ Since our minds were starving, they devoured themselves in search of a meal.” - Cavinsta Tilvain

“ I'm not a fighter, I'm a killer. There's such a fine difference in that. A fighter raises a fist or two for what he loves, a killer raises a revolver in search of another day, praying that he'll survive this murder of self. But he never does, hm? “ - Cavinsta Tilvain

“ I just wanted to see my sons grow up and be strong, capable young men. But the past follows us close, and no matter how many miles we run, its always that much faster, gripping our scars with razor sharp claws, carrying us away with fangs we recognize. Cause we've been bitten by them before. “ - Cathleen Colt

“A shadow is only as dark as he who walks alongside it.” - Cathleen Colt

“ I'm scratched up and fucked in the head looking for a way out of this maze of memories and shadows, but I'm always finding dead ends, man. And I fear I always will. Because sorrow doesn't let the kind girl go, it holds her down and rips the tears from her cheeks with blood dripping fangs, holding her still, holding her down forevermore. Licking pieces off of you with a razor sharp tongue, and as you weep, she always collects your tears. “ - Carvoxi Crickenmow

“ I stand still, frozen by the fear and sorrow, and every single time I take a step, the beast in me stirs, as if awoken by the sound of my foot shuffling against concrete. “ - Carvoxi Crinckenmow

“ What a sorrowful thing it is, to hold onto the memories that killed me because they're all I have left. “ - Carvoxi Crickenmow

“ Chance, I have learned, is everything. “ - David Faim

“ Think of life like a game of Russian roulette. We all have different chambers. We all have a different amount of bullets. It's up to us when we pull the trigger. So I sat in my quiet office, picking at the fabrics of my heart, and with a sigh I put the revolver under my chin. And with one action colors burst from my skull, pieces of me splattered against the white walls in red and grey, and as I slumped against an old chair, who I am died. And who I am would stay that way. I had always been lost, ever since that fateful Christmas Eve, clutching to the pieces of me I wished I could keep, uttering the same word over and over again, as if I were some distorted echo. "Why?" I cried. "Why?" I screamed. "Why?" I whispered. But answers never came for the weary ghost of David Faim. “ - David Faim

“ Chance doesn't care about who you are. It comes for you with greedy fingers that look like golden bullets, and as it digs into your mind it searches for misery, and if it can't find any. Well rest assured it will make some with gunpowder and regret. “ - David Faim

“ There was a locked door where life was supposed to be, my friend, and death was the key that'd always been hidden in plain sight. “ - Ioza Ragmathora

“ You can not find me in the Heavens nor below in the fiery depths of Hell, for I am a being so dark and twisted that the world doth not give me damnation or salvation. For I would corrupt both. “ - Ioza Ragmathora

“ I chose violence over peace because it gave me a chance to live. “ - Ioza Ragmathora

“ I sit like a whisper in my mind, decaying like a rose in the Winter, stem and thorn falling apart as the breeze drifts past me. I've never been a girl of peace, always did darkness know my name. And the shadows knew that. It's how they tricked me into following the colored lights. Because to a girl who's known darkness her whole life, light of any kind feels like salvation, like grace. Like Heaven. But I found that it was the flames of Hell I had followed, like a doe trotting just behind her mother, finding that it was blood trails she'd been following all along. “ - Kemlia O’Sullrain

“ I have bled so much from my wrists. Humanity. Peace. Joy. Everything that makes me Kemlia O'Sullrain has bled from my veins like a river splashing against the shores of Heaven. “ - Kemlia O’Sullrain

“ There is no peace for the beasts of this circus. We howl, we laugh, we cry. But we do not die. We never do. Which is perhaps the most sorrowful thing, to live in a world that never loved you. That never cared. “ - Kemlia O’Sullrain

“ You know, when you're just an orphan that no one wants, you get to wondering what the fuck your purpose is in this world. And then you get adopted, and you think life will look up. But perfect doesn't last. Not in a world of violence. Not in a world of hate. “ - Wendy Pazcko

“ Justice has never looked so cold in his eyes.” - Wendy Pazcko

“ I prowl underneath the shade like a shada' of violence, sinkin' unholy fangs inta the deer and sheep who think cougars will spare the peaceful. But there's never been a rule 'a violence that didn't kill the good hearted. So I sling a rifle over my shoulder and become the violent. “ - Carter Burningham

“ Ya know, a young girl once told me that I was damned for what I'd done ta her heart, and so I flashed her a yella grin and told her I know, that's why I fuckin' did it. Because I've lived a life chock full 'a sin, so what's one more? What's ten more? Hell, what's another lifetime 'a damnation ta the sinnin' man but paradise? “ - Carter Burningham

“ It is not often, that a soldier can hear the sound of silence.” - Carrick Miles

“ I would never call myself a hero. Because every war has its sides, every soldier has his story, so in turn every man I ever killed had a past, a family. People who loved him or her dearly. And with one bullet, I damned them to a sound of silence and regret, sinking into their skull like gunpowder misery. I'm not a good man, I'm not a hero. So please don't call me one. “ - Carrick Miles

“ I'm a soldier, yes. But a hero? I never could've been. For destiny told me to pull a trigger against my heart, and with a lonesome little sigh and a voice soaked in the tears of angels and saints alike, I pulled back the hammer and said, "Yes sir." - Carrick Miles

“ "When da world kicks ya right in ya bloody snout, you oughta stand tall and mig'y like the oak tree in a garden 'a withering willows. I mean, If ye sit 'round like a lazy bum and say I did all I could, ya're just the butt of a cigarette, sittin' lonely in da fuckin' ash tray. “ - Caldayo Blousey

“ I's learned that love is a war, and often, it's hate that'll shoot ya down like a bird soarin' through the sky, crashin' inta the trees without wings ta guide ya.” - Caldayo Blousey

“ If ya wanna fuck with da Blousey's I suggest turnin' da other way, cause mate, we ain't sheep, we ain't angels, neither. We're dogs, loyal as can be.” - Caldayo Blousey

“ I was just a kid of the streets, running towards destiny with tattered sneakers and a grin so big you'd think it was cut into my cheeks, but that kid died, man. And he's not coming back. “ - Cage Azvinka

“ I'm just a broken nobody in a world that demands I be someone.” - Cage Azvinka

“ It honest to God feels like I'm cursed. By what, I can never god damn tell, maybe it's me, maybe it's something old as time that creeps up my sinner's bones, but whatever this is, people call it reality. They call it destiny, fate, or anything else that excuses them from their actions. “ - Cage Azvinka

"If you wanna find a heart, stop looking in my ribcage. “ - Bone Hungarson

“ I used to feel, it was such a wonderful, beautiful thing. But as I slide razors across my wrist it must be the empathy I'm bleeding from me, all the things that make me human running from out my veins in crimson splotches. “ - Bone Hungarson

“ I wish to control my thoughts, but demons nag at my skull, tearing little pieces of my mind off with a hungry maw and bleeding teeth. So I accept this monster I've become and become friends with the demons that seek to kill me. “ - Bone Hungarson

“ I never wanted to be a gunmetal soldier, but here I am, with a spine of smoke and wildfire, sitting at the edge of war with a pistol and an aim that was earned through the death of others. “ - Gordon Jackson

“ I've fought in countries I can't fucking name, killed men I can hardly remember, and I know they say only the mad man remembers everyone he ever killed. But maybe it's the only way to stay sane. “ - Gordon Jackson

“ That's the regretful thing about life, it tears people away from you that you thought you'd have for a long time.” - Gordon Jackson

“ I sit on the edge of revolution, wondering if I'll have to raise my fists, or a steady revolver.” - Lily Van Velk

“ He's a shadow that's been cast over our town, and so we gotta be the darkness that vanquishes him, we gotta be the dark so that we can find the light. “ - Lily Van Velk

“ My ma didn't raise no fool, she raised a woman who fights her battles with wit and a trusty ol' revolver etched with the family name. I see pieces 'a my ma in my reflection and as I load this chamber with pieces 'a myself, I pray ta every God listenin' that by the end of the war 'gainst peace I'm still me. “ - Harmalene Stagner

“ I am a whisper on the horizon.” - Raimunduss Wolffes

“Having power, and being powerful, are two very different things.” - Raimunduss Wolffes

“ They call me a phantom, a bastard drunk off of power and sin, but in truth, I am drunk off the idea of immortality. The Gods can not create something eternal. For everything withers. Everything dies. But there's little pockets of their Godhood hidden in cracks and corners, and perhaps as I travel the world with my ever steely gaze and strong sense of belief in my goal, that I can change the perception of immortality. “ - Raimunduss Wolffes

“ We're all just trying to find ourselves in a maze of who we're not, shuffling through different identities, wondering when we'll find ourselves in our own damn skin. And as I brushed my fingers against my own cheek, looking at this woman I'd become, I knew that I had finally found the end of the maze. All those dead ends and, I'd finally found home in arms that were my own. “ - Blossomwitz Dakota

“ My identity slips from between my fingers like the river's water, and as I sink into this ocean of black blood, I know that perhaps, I was never an angel, just a devil who didn't know what sin tasted like. “ - Betty Shalfien

“My tears don't change a thing but the hue of the soil.” - Betty Shalfien

“ Life doesn't ever treat people fairly, bad things happen to good people simply because, the world doesn't really operate on what's right or wrong, it doesn't operate on karma or social status. The world just spins while we move with it, and people are always blaming the bad things that happen on the world. But usually the fault is always behind the person who pulled the trigger, or the person who used the knife to cut scars into your fragile heart.” - Barb Riverbrook

“True weakness comes from the black heart.” - Aura Honeybadger

“ It is not often the kind man survives the chilling and calculated wrath of the powerful, cruel one, for as he sticks by his morals and says he'd never stoop to my level, this old and decaying tombstone of mercy swoops down like the guillotine's shadow, cutting his head from off his neck. Who do you think won? The kind man who wouldn't kill? Or the cruel and unmerciful shadow of a man standing above the kind man's grave with ghosts of roses to lay at his forgotten and unmarked grave? “ - Clayton W. Scarrberry

“ I believe that, on that cold Autumn evening I met death dancing under the pale and flickering streetlights, for no one else could truly rip at the seams of mercy like her. No one else could've torn heroism from my heart but her. Death won't always come for you with a scythe, my friend. Sometimes death looks at you with loving, human eyes and steals you away with a cold kiss that feels much like the opposite of life. “ - Clayton W. Scarrberry

“ I'm a hollow secret sitting at the edge of peace, waiting for fools and saints to clamber on by to ask me for advice, and as they hear my words tumble from a lip bruised and silver, they're satisfied, for awhile. But as soon as my words twist and turn into curses, they regret talking to the old raven who knows a thing or two. “ - Royal Hondros

“ I see my daughter look at me with sorrowed eyes, telling me that I'm a bastard, a cheat, a horrible father. And she can bark, bark and bark all she likes, but deep down she must know, she'll never bite. She is no wolf, neither am I. But she likes to think herself one, so I'll sit in quiet anticipation and watch as she riles herself up, until eventually she tires herself out and finds that, to die, does not mean to be buried.” - Royal Hondros

“ Man, I've met a lot of the darkness in this world, most of it in the eyes of a man full of specters and dead railroad ghosts, selling his nightmares to all who wanted to find peace of mind. He's the reason, I've got blood on my fucking hands, and that, man, I just can't forgive. But if I ever could, I'd spill blood again just to watch him fall down his sinner's tracks, caught between the two trains he's ruled by. “ - Mark Bellwitz

“ I've led a life of trouble and cigarette smoke, chasing daydreams and girls when I was just a young gun with his smile wide and bright. But sometimes, life, it pulls the dreamers down to reality and tells them to walk on without their dreams, because life is harsh, it's cruel, and a dreamer can't survive without a little bit of nightmares. So I walk through a valley of nightmares praying that I'm enough to survive, and as Ciri takes my hand I know, maybe I'm not enough to survive on my own, but with her? I've got one helluva fighting chance. “ - Mark Bellwitz

“ I'm just a howl drunk beast, rippin' through the skin 'a Laramie Diamond.” - Laramie Diamond

“ There's two wolves in me, mate. One howls and bites, gnawing at the confines of me skull, crackin' little pieces of me mind on 'is way outta me, but da other is a loyal bugga', sittin' at da edge of wisdom with a song in 'is fur draped heart. And dey say the wolf who'll win is da one ya feed. And so, with a soldier's broken sigh, I pull another trigger and feed da beast in me. “ - Laramie Diamond

“ I'll be honest, somedays I feel lost, somedays I'm wondering in a quaint little maze, walking towards the edge of my sorrow, wondering what it would feel like, to leap into the waters below. But I have people all around me who help me when I'm down, and I think that's a beautiful thing, ya know? Sure, I miss my dad.. a lot, but he'd want me to keep on pushing forward, he'd want me to manage to, move on, not forget, but move on. “ - Aurora Hop

“ I know that perhaps, my father lives in these quaint little mazes of me. I've got a lot left to live for, ya know? Like uncle Ickden and Orin, they've always been heroes, shoving me out the way of danger and brandishing quills and pens like revolvers of truth. And I hope they both know, how much they've helped me. Because when my father vanished in the wind, they built me a new pair of wings and told me to soar, even if the new wings were built from torn off pieces of theirs.” - Aurora Hop

“ I don't wanna be just, some guy, I wanna be Ashton Worthington, the boy who became something. “ - Ashton Worthington

“ Usually what you ponder on will become you, so if you start thinking deeply about yourself, eventually you'll become him, right? Conjure who you are into reality with simple thoughts and deep love for who you are. “ - Ashton Worthington

“ You can't be who you're not, because in the end, that person will rip through you, whether it's a violent matter or not is entirely up to you. “ - Ashton Worthington

“ My sister told me her truths, letting them spill from the gentle river's of her heart, and as I told her I still look up to her, and I always will, I remember her crying a little bit and giving me a big ol' hug. Because she's always been my hero, ya know? She doesn't wear a cape, but she wears fancy gowns and hoods I don't know the name of, and as she smiles wide with that amazing wife of hers, I know that she's a happy, hero. “ - Andrina Prinscella

“ I once stood like a reaper in a field of forgotten graves, sitting as rage dying in an empty chest, pulling the trigger of my revolver because I had something in my fucking chamber, but then, life came along and built me a new pair of wings in the eyes of a man who's troubled but beyond all reason and doubt, loved. His lips taste like redemption, his eyes swim with my peace, and when I hold his hand I know that perhaps, he and I heal each other with little pieces of ourselves. “ - Mary Adler

“ I think it's beautiful, that a hurting soul can become a loved one within the span of a few weeks, a cruel woman like me can find life in the eyes of all she loves within months. “ - Mary Adler

“ I am a question rattling in my throat and dying on my tongue.” - Geras Creek

“ She once, asked me who I am, and, it's such a simple question, but a difficult one to answer.” - Geras Creek

“ Blood that is not my own forms like bruises on my lips.” - Geras Creek

“ I'm road kill sitting on the side of a dead end highway, a deer with it's ribcage ripping through its flesh, and as I rise from this grave of concrete and gravel, I become less and less familiar with my humanity. And one day, my humanity shall flicker and fade away like a candle's flame in a gust of hurricane winds, dripping down the wick like a forgotten secret in the wax. “ - Geras Creek

“ I often wonder what it would be like, to succumb to fantasy, where I could hold my son again, or love the world as it is, but this world isn't beautiful, it's cold and ugly, reminding us humans that we're just a plague infecting the notches of its gentle spine, sitting on its heart like a flower that never should've bloomed. “ - Moonshine

“ I remember the man who killed me, he sits like a poltergeist in my fragile mind, screaming and shouting in empty sins and cruel man's shadow eyes. He once told me that I was nothing but a doll sitting quiet on the shelf, dust and mildew creeping up the edges of my dress as I decayed and rotted with all of God's other forgotten toys. And with a tear glossed cheek, I realize the cruel bastard was right, because I weep myself a lullaby of ponies dancing in a field wishing I could join them. “ - Moonshine

“ My children look at me with mourning eyes, tear glossed and sorrowed, like, glass reflections of my heart. “ - Leonard Bakers

“ I can still remember everything about Kristin, for she sits here in my mind like a ghost I don't wanna expel from this world, you know, I can still see my fingers coiled with her bright orange hair, or how she'd scrunch up her nose to keep her glasses from falling off her cute, pretty and beautiful face. Or how, her eyes told a story, something beautiful and intensely poetic, and as she danced her fingers across my cheek, or pressed her lips against my skin and my bruises, I thought that I had found life in her whispers. But a man tore my love from me, and as she screamed and cried for mercy, God turned his back on the world and left it a quiet whisper. “ - Leonard Bakers

“ Time doesn't heal all wounds, my friend, it just teaches us how to live with scars on our fragile and decaying hearts of gold." - Leonard Bakers

“ I quite often feel as though I am far from myself, sitting like a pale white raven, pecking at the seams of graves he's dug, some are me, some are other people, but either way, these white feathers pale don't reflect my heart. “ - Alejandro Lepo

“ I am like a dying, withering daisy and as the gardener comes to tend to her crop, she would cut me from this bed of soil and mourn for this poor little decaying thing she couldn't save. “ - Alejandro Lepo

“ There's blood on my hands where the empathy used to be.” - Quentin Satchel

“ On a whim I could have, anything I wanted in my hands. I'll admit, I've sinned deviously. Hunted man in the forests of my mansion, gunning young girls down as if they were lions in the deserts of Africa and spilt blood all because, well, I felt like it, really. “ - Quentin Satchel

“ Anyone, could've become me. “ - Quentin Satchel

“ I met death at the young age of ten, watching as blood splattered the halls of my home, a dying cry of mercy ripping through everything I ever knew's throat, and as I sat there in silence, I think something might've broken in me, perhaps it was my purity seeping like crimson omens from my veins. “ - Cavos Von Glorenstein

“ My friend, this world is not so kind, I am a fair example of that.” - Cavos Von Glorenstein

"What do you do when home is a person you've lost? “ - Addison Von Sparrow

“ I remember when I first met him, his bones filled with sorrow scraped scars, his heart rotting like a dying star in his chest, and I felt as if, when I traced my fingers across his bare chest, little pieces of him began to heal, as if he was finally becoming himself. And so I kissed his scars and his bruises, running my hands through his thick hair as I loved him without regret, without a drip of doubt. And as he held me in his arms and kissed my cheek with lips fraught with troubled sins and shadows, I knew that love was always beautiful, and it always will be. “ - Addison Von Sparrow

“ My childhood home reeked of death and gunmetal smoke, old whiskey stain sins hiding in the breath of my father, and as my heart was torn from me kickin' and screaming, I came ta learn that it's a lot better, to die while breathing then to live your whole life powerless. “ - Sarvel Humington

“ I was just a weak lil boy in the streets of war, but I met a woman on the edge of mercy's spine, wicked and tall she stood, monsters fangs hidin' 'neath her gums, and she told me I could be a King of the streets, patrollin' the Devil's country with a backbone of gunmetal bones and black blood veins. So, with a crooked lil grin and eyes alit with the death of my innocence, I tipped my hat and said, "Yes ma'm." - Sarvel Humington

“ In this here place, we're all reapers of oneself, strippin' who we are from our veins so we can survive the town Heaven never knew. “ - Sarvel Humington

“ I think people like to shove the kind down because they know that they stand a chance when faced with cruelty.” - Estina Piscator

“ I'm not gonna be ashamed of who I am, I'm not gonna let people say this isn't who I am, because I tried to tell myself that for a long time, but eventually I had to accept myself. I don't need no man in my life, because in truth, I've always wanted a Queen of a princess to come on by with a flowy gown and a cute smile. I'm not afraid to say it, I'm a god damn lesbian, and anyone who has a problem with that can go back into their little hole of ignorance and die shallow and stupid. “ - Estina Piscator

“ My name tastes like revolution smoke and death on my tongue.” - Teresa Vanderboom

“ Somedays I fear God looks at me with scornful and hateful eyes, telling me I should be one with her angels, but I sit here, like a gentle and decaying rose, wondering why my petals stick to me when all I ever was is thorns and a broken stem. “ - Teresa Vanderboom

“ I don't know what the world wants of me, but as I dance with my lover underneath the moon's golden glow, I know that perhaps, to be alive is beautiful for most. But when you live past your death, it becomes something ugly, to breathe. “ - Teresa Vanderboom

“ I look in the mirror only ta see somebody that's not me, the heart of Rupert Vanderboom is still there, but there's a stranger's eyes starin' back at me, and sometimes I wish I was just a coffin, with who I am rotting in the marble material above me. “ - Rupert Vanderboom

“ She once told me that though we look different, there's still something she loves about me dancing fragile in my heart. But sometimes I wonder if my lips feel like a stranger against her skin, or if my fingers curling into hers feels unfamiliar. “ - Rupert Vanderboom

“ They always tell ya you get kicked down, that's life, it's a journey from one tragedy to the next, lookin' for the intervals of peace in-between the chaos and sorrow. But I'm just a tragedy who never found the peace, because throughout this life I've lived I've met many people, all whom are different, but I always stay stagnant, regretful, sorrowed by the years that pass me by. “ - Rupert Vanderboom

"When the world is fallin', mate, we gotta rise.” - Matilda Blight

“ I was just a woman 'a the streets, looking after her two boys, wonderin' why life didn't love me enough ta give me shelter under her wings, and as I clutched at the stars with human fingers and a will ta live breathin' in me heart, I knew that perhaps, life didn't need to love me, for me to love her. “ - Matilda Blight

“ Janette is a beautiful and war torn soul, and I hope that as I hold 'er hand she feels a little less cold, a little more human then she did all those years ago, livin' under the shadow of mercy. I love 'er, ya know, when she first pressed her lips against mine, or our skin collided in tangled sheets and a bed of roses, I knew wot love was, and I knew I'd always wan' it. “ - Matilda Blight

“ I sit in a lake of ice, the crowd gasping at the man who froze, and as I sink into the depths of my rage, I know that perhaps, this beast is all that I can ever be. “ - Maxadon Destodel

“ I'm swinging from this noose of my rage, wondering why it won't snaps and let me breathe for a single second, and as I lose myself to the anger that seethes like death in my veins, I know that all who come to know me must see a beast swimming in my eyes. All except for her. I met her in a pinewood forest, wondering if it was perhaps, Heaven I had found after all my years spent living in a Hell I call earth. She dabbed at my wounds gently, telling me that all would be okay, just listen to the gentle hums of nature, and a strange sense of peace I'd never known washed over me. But as I was ripped from her by ghosts wearing white lab coats and needle prodded gums, I knew that I would never hold peace in my gentle fingers again.” - Maxadon Destodel

“ I'm a guilty man with ghost blood flowin' through his veins.” - The Sheriff

“I'm the reaper of my own heart, sittin' in the essence of death like a question no one should ask, and as I pull back the hammer of this old revolver, I know that death shall come for me one of these days, and I shall stand here, ready to face her as I have so many damn times. Ya see, death comes to you like a mistress, she sits there in a dress of feeble lies, but they look like shimmering truths. She stands like a lovely question you wanna answer, and as she places a finger on your cheek and kisses your scars, infecting them with the decay of vultures and crows, you know that you've died, and you can't do nuthin' to stop it at that point, for you're tangled in death's sheets, wondering why you can't escape the spider's web.” - The Sheriff

“ I pull back my hammer and put a bullet of fatal identities in my skull, death lulling me to sleep with gentle, boney fingers that force who I am to decay. “ - The Sheriff

“ My sister asked me who I am, once, and sadly, I'm just a ghost of who her brother was." - The Sheriff

[medea10]

My Review of One Punch Man 2

[eightiesrockbaby]

Beyond the Night

Pairing: Tommy x Reader

Description: You broke your leg, and Tommy swings by to take care of you.

Genre: Fluff (kind of, I think?)

Word Count: 1,038

Warnings: Language, mentions of sex/drugs/alcohol

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Notes: I had a lotta fun writing this - even though it’s kinda short. Enjoy <3

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You were woken up by the sound of your front door banging shut. It wasn’t unnerving - you knew it was just Tommy. He had come by almost every day since you’d been discharged from the hospital. Sometimes he’d bring food, other times it was a movie he rented from the store around the corner. Undoubtedly, Tommy was the sweetest boyfriend you’ve ever had - even if he didn’t seem that way to everyone else.

You rolled over in your bed to face the door Tommy would soon enter, body tangled in the white linen. The door creaked open just as you expected, and Tommy’s slim figure strolled in with a smile on his face.

“What’s up, sugar?” He sat down on the edge of the bed and put his hand on your waist.

“Nothing much, babe,” you paused and sighed. “It’s just boring being stuck in here all day.”

He gave you a sympathetic look, moving a piece of hair away from your face and down onto your back.

“I know,” he kissed your forehead.

“I know,” He repeated. “But that’s what happens when you fall out a window. You gotta pay the price.”

You gave a breathy laugh and gazed into his eyes, “guess so.”

*Flashback*

The curtains blew to each side of the window pane as you opened it. It wasn’t too high up; a little more than the first floor but nowhere close to the second.

There was screaming coming from the room behind you, but it was all background noise. The outside seemed so fresh. So cool. Vince and some groupies were busy spraying champagne on the hotel walls while Mick sat in the corner with a bottle of vodka and a smile printed on his pale face.

You looked out the window and down at the car pulling up to the hotel’s grand entrance. Nikki and Tommy stumbled out the back seats, laughing loudly and punching each other’s shoulders playfully. You laughed as Nikki fell up the stairs.

“Hey! Tommy!” You shouted down at him, face gleaming and head spinning. The drink and drugs made it hard to concentrate on anything, but at least you could still string a few words together.

You changed your position to have one leg out the window and your hands on either side of the ledge.

Tommy looked up at you, pointing and laughing in disbelief, “Y/N?”

He waved a white plastic baggy in the air and wiggled his eyebrows excitedly. That got you amped up - supplies were beginning to run low. You loosened your grip on the window and rubbed your nose in anticipation.

Vince appeared from the room behind you to see what was going on, “who you talkin to, sweet cheeks?”

You shook your head at the nickname, Vince pushing his luck once again. He had tried to get you into bed with him a few times, all of them failing of course. You only had eyes for Tommy.

Speaking of whom, you pointed out to Vince to help him understand what was going on.

Vince grinned, “T-Bone!” He leant forward and pushed his top half out the window to wave at Tommy.

Only, the window wasn’t big enough for the two of you. And apparently ‘first come, first served’ didn’t apply to inanimate objects. So, it was you that was sent flying over the edge. Not Vince. The fucker.

The wind in your hair, your sheer white dressing gown dancing elegantly in the wind. Man, it was like a movie scene.

Though, the angelic scene quickly came to an abrupt end. Vince let out a girlish shriek as he tried to grab you, Tommy screamed in profanities. You just laughed. It was almost peaceful.

Though, another moment cut short. However, this time it was done in a little more of an uncomfortable fashion. A loud thud echoed in your head as it banged against the concrete. You heard the crack of your leg from underneath you. Rather, cracks.

*End of Flashback*

“So, what you wanna do?” Tommy asked.

“Well,” you thought, “we could watch a movie?”

Tommy’s eyes lit up. He loved watching movies with you - gave him an excuse to cuddle. He was truly a softie at heart.

“Sure thing, I’ll run round the corner and rent us a tape.”

You sighed and looked down at your sheets, “I was thinking we could actually go out. Together. To the movies.”

Of course, Tommy immediately put up a fight. Said it was too much too soon. That you’ve only been out of the hospital for two weeks. Though, you did a good job at managing to persuade him otherwise. A pair of bedroom eyes, a suggestive smirk - you knew exactly how to change his mind.

And with that, the two of you decided to head out. You picked the shortest pair of shorts you owned - initially, so it wouldn’t look funny over your cast, but Tommy just used it as an excuse to put his hands on your ass.

The theatre wasn’t far, yet Tommy insisted on hailing a cab instead of walking. It was some kind of horror film you were going to see - you both lived for horror. You more so than him, admittedly. That’s where the gender roles reversed in the relationship. Instead of the brave, muscular guy cradling the petite, fearful girl from the scary monsters, it was Tommy squeezing your hand until it was blue. And hiding in your cleavage when the jump scares got too much.

So that’s exactly how the night went, in the comfort of the movie theatre seats with a bag of popcorn. Tommy put his arm around you, you nestled into the crook of his neck. Your hands would bump into each other’s when they went in for popcorn at the same time.

And at the end of the movie, just as the credits had finished rolling and people had started to leave, Tommy turned to you and smiled.

“I’m glad you convinced me to take you out.” He pecked your lips, “I missed people seeing us together, letting everyone know you’re mine.”

“Likewise, babe.” You smiled and ghosted your lips over his, Tommy eventually leaning forward to properly close the gap.

[0ld-fangirl-tings]

Branded | Part IV

Genre : ShownuMafia!AU, Female!Assassin, Shownu X FemaleReader, eventual fluff, eventual smut(?), ANGST

Warning: Violence (a lot of it), mentions of rape, murder, violence against women, a lot of abuse, scars (emotional and physical)

Word count : 1K

A killer through and through. You have gone your whole life being feared for who you were. You hated that you were a contract killer for Seoul’s underworld. You hated everything about the underworld though you thrived in it. All the syndicates wanted you, The Scarfaced Witch, on their side. You vowed to never wear a syndicate’s brand, but when your first love appears in the city again with a Syndicate of his own and an unknown agenda… You would be willing to cast aside anything for his sake.

Part IV

Weeks passed. You stayed out of MX's way but you made sure to keep an eye on what Shownu was doing or not doing. Being well known in the city allowed for many contacts. 

Honestly, you didn't care if Shownu knew you were still keeping an eye on him. You actually wanted him to know. It would be a reason for him to confront you again, meaning you could see him and be near him again.  But if he did know he wasn't doing anything about it. He was most likely looking into you as well. He wouldn't find much. You made yourself a ghost to the real world. Most nights since the incident you waited at home for him. It was silly, but you did just hoping for another barge in, it didn't come.

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JB contracted you out for a meeting with YG. You hated these meetings, so boring and basically just pissing contests between men. They dragged on and JB knows your presence is enough to keep him and his men protected. He's paying good money though so you suck it up. You walk towards the meeting rooms at The French Girl brothel. You acknowledge the beautiful women as you climb the stairs. You take note of their dresses and delicate features. You compare to the combat boots, dark green khaki pants, and large leather jacket you are wearing. You typically didn't care about all this girly stuff but you can't help thinking if Shownu likes something like that more.

You see one of your favorite girls. Hana. She has a beautiful red slip dress on. Lips a blood color. Hair loose curls cascading to one side. She comes over for a hug. "Unni!!" She yells. You place your hand to her cheek and smile. She had come a long way from the girl that contracted you to save her from a merciless pimp.

"You look...so pretty." You say touching the silk fabric of her dress.

"Ugh! Unni you could look this pretty too! Remember that night where we did you up for the gala?" You did remember. They placed you in a short black dress did your make up. You didn't find yourself pretty though. The scars that decorated your face and body will always make you feel like a monster. "Are you here for the meeting?" she asks. You nod. "There are some seriously handsome men in there." She laughs and it sounds like music. You smile and hug her again.

"Let's do something together soon. Somewhere that is not here." You say. She nods and leads you to the meeting room. You see a few man standing outside. They don't look at you at all, most likely in fear, your reputation always proceeds you.

JB greets you as you walk in with a glass of clear liquor. "Look who slinked in finally. You're late." He says and gives you a cold stare.

"Well they aren't here yet so why does it matter?" You reach for the glass and JB grabs your wrist and pulls you close enough that his lips are at your forehead.

"When I fucking pay for your time you should make sure to get here on time." He says. You scoff.

"Don't mistake me for one of the whores here." You say and try to push away. He still holds on tightly. "And don't tell me how to do my work. I was here before you were securing the place." He lets go quickly at that. You have the urge to slap him. But you take a deep breath and think like a business woman.

"I expect extra for whatever that fucking was." You say. JB tries to hand you the drink with an embarrassed smile. You roll your eyes and stare back at him.

"Oh!! Don't be mad! I'm sorry!!" He says and puts his arm around you. You give him a warning glare. "I wanted you to come early so I can introduce you to someone. He was looking for someone in your line of work." He turns towards the couches and you struggle to remain calm.

The tan skin. Pouty thick lips. And bright eyes stare at you. JB leads you towards the seats. How did you not know he was here? Did he come with JB? Where was his men?

"This is the woman I was telling you about. She does it all. Discreetly." He says. You can’t help but feel pure excitement. You had been waiting to be this close again. You talk yourself down so you don’t start smiling ear to ear like a fool. Shownu acknowledges you with a nod.

"All?" Shownu asks with a raised eyebrow. You flash a look at him. "Like if i need to be medically treated at her home or something, she would do that?" He asks JB. You realize he is trying to act like he doesn’t know you. OK then, let’s have some fun. 

JB howls with laughter. "This woman?! Hell no! Well wait...no wait would you do that if someone contracted you for that?" JB asks you.

"Depends on the price." You shrug. JB clicks his tongue.

"I knew it. This woman, Shownu, this woman is one of the coldest people i have ever met but it makes her good at what she does." JB lightly punches your shoulder. "You see Shownu needs some help. He has a small problem."

"Oh! You're Shownu! I've been wanting to meet you!" You say with devilish smirk. Shownu is not amused. He's the one that wants to act like you don't know each other.

You light a cigarette. And stare through the smoke at the handsome man. "I would love to help you with anything. Any. Little. Thing." You wink and can't stop from a giggle.

JB makes a weird face but Shownu again shows no reaction.

"I didn't take you for being promiscuous." JB says taking a slow sip from his glass.

"Something about him makes me think he can handle me." You say and look at Shownu. He raises an eyebrow. You do the same.

Shownu stares back and answers quietly. "Mmm... i haven't decided on using her yet. I'll keep ya in mind though." You gesture towards yourself as if you are honored.

"Shownu has some dealings with YG as well." JB says. You nod knowingly. Your heart drops in disappointment hearing that, you know Shownu would be better than that. It is evident on your face but you can’t hide it. You can feel Shownu staring and it was making you hot.

You walk to the window. "Ya gotta get in bed with that old fucker to make it in this city. Even though he is absolute filth."

The air in heavy and JB can feel it. "Says the woman that was brought off the streets by him."

You shoot a look of murder towards JB. "Say it again." You dare him. He looks like he immediately regrets his words and takes a nervous sip of his drink.

You hate being reminded you were a ever affiliated with that man.

You see YG pull in. "They're here." You say aloud.

...cont’d 

Part V

[vincess-princess]

Am I a Monster?

hi everyone i’m not dead and even still writing! this was written as a request for @prettyboysixx1974 and spent some time in my drafts (two months uh-oh) before i finally got down to finishing it. sorry camryn, i promised it’ll be smut here, but it turned out that it would be extremely out of character, so i decided to not include it. i hope you’ll still enjoy it though :) ah, and meet my new amazing, lovely beta-reader @polska-tankietka !

Fandom: Guns N’ Roses Author: @arnold-layne Rating: Teen Relationships: Izzy Stradlin\Axl Rose Word Count: 2475 Tags: sex worker\client au, minor violence, unholy thoughts

A meeting with a pretty red-headed hooker makes Izzy ask himself a very important question.

“How much?”

“Depends on the type,” the redhead closed his eyes and blew out a puff of smoke. Izzy couldn’t help but look at him, curling his thin, delicate lips around a cigarette. He’s never seen such a pretty hooker. “Oral, handjob, blowjob, classic?”

“All at once.”

The redhead’s eyes widened in surprise, but only for a second. “That will cost you a pretty penny.”

“So nice of you to care about my finances,” Izzy grinned, making a direct eye contact with the guy until he gave in, blinked confusedly and looked away. “No need to worry, I could afford ten hookers like you, if I wanted to.”

“I gotta check that you won’t screw me,” snapped the redhead in return, “and you don’t look rich. Show me the money.”

“Appearances can be deceiving. And you haven’t told me the price yet,” Izzy reminded.

“20$ for oral and handjob, 30$ for a blowjob and 70$ for a classic. 120$ total. You pay half up front,” the guy said it so quickly, that he either was incredibly good at counting or created all these numbers right away especially for Izzy.

“Don’t you think you value yourself too much, boy?” Izzy said only for the sake of saying something, already reaching for his wallet. “You are going to lose all your clients with a price list like this. Here is your half,” Izzy passed him two dirty dollar bills, which the guy instantly hid in his jacket.

“So nice of you to care about my income. Show me the other half,” the redhead demanded, relaxing a little only after Izzy showed him another two dollar bills. “Alright. Are you gonna rent a room or do you have an apartment? There’s a nice hotel down the road…”

“No, we are going to my place,” Izzy interrupted, reaching for the redhead’s shoulder to guide him towards his car, but he shrank back, not allowing to touch him. The hooker got a grip on himself the very next moment, but it was too late.

“Hey, what the fuck? I wasn’t gonna hit you or something!” Izzy frowned at the redhead. God knows he had never treated his whores badly, but if this one was going to avoid even a harmless contact, like a fucking virgin, he wouldn’t be fun at all. “You’re a newbie, aren’t you? That’s why I haven’t seen you here before?”

“No,” he shook his head. “I used to work in another part of the city.”

“Why did you move then?”

“The police,” he said dryly, this time allowing Izzy to take his arm, and followed him to the car in silence. This boy was a tough nut to crack, and Izzy wouldn’t even bother with him, preferring to find a more compliant hooker, if the guy wasn’t so incredibly, astonishingly beautiful. He should be standing on  stage, not on street corners. Izzy found himself thinking with some kind of compassion, but quickly shrugged these thoughts off – the guy chose it himself, after all.

“What’s your name, by the way?” he asked while starting the car. The guy cast him a strange look, but answered, although reluctantly:

“Axl. Without ‘e’.”

“Nice to meet you, Axl without ‘e’,” Izzy said carefully, watching Axl’s facial expression. He expected a negative reaction, but, to his surprise, Axl smiled.

“Still better than ‘Axel’.”

“It doesn’t sound like a real name,” apparently, Izzy hit too close to home, because Axl pursed his lips in irritation.

“Now it does. Yours?”

“Izzy.”

“Did your parents want a girl?”

“No.” Izzy slammed on the accelerator and, accompanied by screeching of the tires and Axl’s almost as high-pitched shriek, he drove onto the road.

***

“Ten hookers?” Axl said skeptically, having walked through the door after Izzy. “It was them who had made such a mess here?”

“Yeah, exactly,” Izzy said, putting his arm around Axl’s waist and guiding him to the room. “If you have a problem with it, you can clean up here yourself.”

“Another 100$ dollars - and I’m at your service,” Axl replied playfully. He seemed to finally relax, but Izzy could still feel the tension in his body as they walked across the room, side to side, and sat down on the couch.

“Alright,” he grinned and pretended to reach for his wallet.

“What the… oh shit, you almost got me there,” Axl laughed shortly, and Izzy realized he was enjoying this sound more than he should’ve. “I wish I could do the same.”

“What ‘the same’?”

“To say absolute bullshit with such a serious face.”

“Bullshit?” Izzy frowned. Axl immediately tensed up and tried to move away, but Izzy didn’t let him go, grabbing his arm and dragging him closer. Axl raised another arm, intending to push him away, but Izzy caught his wrist and pinned it to the couch.

“Let me go!” Axl freaked out, and tried to kick Izzy and wriggle out of his arms. It was a pure miracle that Izzy managed to keep a hold of him. But Axl was almost as strong as him, and it was only a matter of time before he would manage to break out. “Let me go, fucker!”

“Shut-” Izzy actually let go of his arm - and slapped him in the face with such strength that Axl almost fell off the couch. He stopped screaming and hid his face behind his arms in a quick, protective movement.

“-up,” Izzy finished calmly. Axl was breathing rapidly behind his improvised protection. Izzy couldn’t see his facial expression, only eyes shining from under his fingers, watching carefully his every move. Izzy wasn’t going to hit him again, but this alarmed reaction irritated him too much. Did he really look like such a violent monster in this hooker’s eyes?

“Stop this,” he ordered, trying to keep his voice emotionless. “If you behave, I’m not gonna hit you again.”

Axl hesitated for a moment but finally lowered his arms. “Y’all always talk like that.”

“Like what?”

“Stop making a fuss, I ain’t gonna do you anything bad,” Axl imitated mockingly. “Guess what happens next? Something bad.”

Anger rose in Izzy’s chest, its warm wave sweeping through his head, slowly driving him to losing his temper. “Haven’t you ever thought, that if you learned how to talk with clients, you wouldn’t have so many problems? It’s no doubt they beat you up. Nobody likes being talked to like that. It’s not sexy.”

“Oh yeah, poor guys, who don’t get a boner fast enough,” Axl carefully touched his cheek, that was slowly turning bright red. “Do you have the same problem?”

“What? No!” Izzy felt an almost uncontrollable urge to slap him one more time. He was growing more and more tired of this pointless conversation.

“Su-ure,” muttered Axl and recoiled in advance, expecting one more punch as a punishment, but Izzy made a great effort not to do it, instead he got up and headed towards the kitchen.

When he came back with a bottle in hand, Axl narrowed his eyes and asked with suspicion.

“Are you gonna get drunk?”

“We’re gonna get drunk,” Izzy corrected him. “You’re obviously no good when sober, so maybe a good drink will make you friendlier.”

He expected Axl to refuse indignantly, but after a second of thinking, he nodded. “Okay.”

He took the bottle and, without even reading the label, opened it and took a long gulp. “Night train,” he stated. “You said you can afford ten hookers at once, and you drink Night train?”

“No. You drink Night train.” Izzy came back to the kitchen and returned with another bottle. “I drink Jack Daniels.”

Axl opened his mouth, looked at the bottle Izzy was holding, then at his own one – and closed it without saying a word. The first sip Izzy took from his bottle tasted like a victory.

To the “a lil’ bit tipsy” stage and a half-empty bottle, Axl got in a matter of minutes, having chugged it in four or five big gulps. It seemed to have a good effect; Axl’s shoulders weren’t so tense under Izzy’s touch anymore.

“Why don’t you drink?” Axl asked suspiciously, looking at Izzy’s almost full bottle. “If you don’t wanna, give it to me!” he reached out to grab the bottle, but Izzy quickly raised it in the air. Axl didn’t insist on having it and switched to his shitty drink again. “Then drink,” he demanded. “I don’t want you to be sober while I’m drunk. You - clients - are always like that.”

“Okay, okay.” Izzy pretended to take a sip. “Everything for your pleasure, baby.”

“We haven’t got to that stage of our relationship yet.” Axl smiled slyly.

“Aren’t we going to skip it? I mean, we met an hour ago, and already are drinking together.” Mentioning that, with hookers the last stage was usually the first one felt like a bad idea. Moody one-night stands that expected anything else except a bottle of wine and a good sex usually drove Izzy mad. But with this one, he was ready to wait for a little longer.

“Yeah, probably,” Axl agreed, his smile fading away. “We could as well move to the final stage right now,” he said in such a tone that Izzy understood immediately doing this would be no good.

“Calm down, sweetheart, I’m not in a rush. Take your time.”

“Baby, sweetheart… who do you think you are to call me like this?” Axl muttered, but his facial expression softened. When he turned to his bottle again, Izzy poured out some of his Jack into a vase near the sofa. Flowers in it had been dead for a long time anyway.

Axl held his almost empty bottle to his face, looked at Izzy through the remaining liquid and giggled. Izzy rolled his eyes, but couldn’t help smiling as well. Drunk Axl was definitely more pleasant than the sober one. What kind of hooker even goes to work sober? Izzy had never seen a single one of them sober before, and he had seen a lot.

He glanced at inner sides of Axl’s arms. Blinked in amazement and outright stared.

There were no needle traces. At all.

He could as well snort shit, Izzy reassured himself. Or smoke. The guy seemed to be relatively new in business. Maybe he just didn’t get to heavy drugs yet… no, for sure, he didn’t. It was all still ahead of him.

Axl sighed with unexpected sadness and put his head on Izzy’s shoulder. Izzy froze in his place, feeling a strange, warm wave going through his whole body. That was only the arousal and nothing else, he tried to convince himself. It couldn’t be anything else.

“You alright?” Izzy asked, his voice strangely hoarse.

“Yeah.” Axl’s hair fell on his face, but he didn’t try to brush it back. From the corner of his eye, behind these loose, red strands, Izzy could see Axl’s green eyes. Greener than any he had ever seen before, and he knew Axl looked right at him with these unnaturally green eyes. ”Night train’s kicking in. You’re not that bad of a guy, y’know,” he changed the subject so unexpectedly that, at first, Izzy didn’t believe his ears.

“That’s Night train speaking, isn’t it?”

“Dunno.” Axl frowned. “Maybe. Maybe not. I’m in two minds about you.”

Izzy held the bottle up to his face, made a huge sip and hugged him. Axl raised his eyebrow but didn’t pull away. It meant that Izzy was doing everything right ��� so far.

Maybe he finally found the right tactic.

“Wanna some Jack?”

“Wh- Seriously?!” Axl jumped a little. “What was that fucking ‘you’re-drinking-night-train-I’m-drinking-Jack’ show?!” His eyes were sparkling with indignation.

“Well, I needed to show you who calls the shots,” Izzy was somehow absolutely sure that this was the right thing to say. He already realized that Axl didn’t like dishonesty. “But since you need it more than I do…” he offered Axl the bottle. Axl glared at him for a few more seconds, but then sighed and accepted it, the corners of his lips lowered with disappointment.

“You’re right.” He took a big sip – too big, he must have realized after he choked on the liquid and spit almost everything on his black tank top with ‘Twisted Sister’ logo. “Shit… well, it’s already black.”

Izzy tried his best not to laugh but didn’t make it. Now it was Axl’s turn to roll his eyes.

They sat in silence for a while, Axl quietly eliminating the remaining whiskey, and Izzy watching him secretly. The speed with which Axl was getting drunk alarmed him. At this rate, it wouldn’t take him long to drink to the point of passing out, and Izzy didn’t want that.

“Slow down,” he said, gently taking away the bottle from Axl’s weak fingers. “If you pass out, we’ll have to postpone it till morning.”

“Don’t lie to me,” muttered Axl, following the bottle with his eyes but not trying to reach it. “You’ll only be happier if I pass out. Won’t have to follow the rules.”

Izzy felt like he’d been punched in the gut. Anger again rose in his chest.

All evening – all fucking evening - he tried to follow these goddamn rules. And for what? To be accused of enjoying fucking unconscious bodies by the same hooker he’d been courting all that time, who he’d been trying to make as comfortable as possible, suppressing his own desires?

Axl shifted, moved his head away from Izzy’s shoulder and curled up on the couch near him.

Izzy could feel his already half-hard cock in his pants, being like that for so long that evening it almost started to hurt.  He waited all that time. From the moment he saw the beautiful hooker on a street corner, a hooker with soft red hair, delicate face, thin wrists and a cigarette between his fingers, a hooker with no typical boredom in his eyes and weariness on his face, a hooker that seemed alive and thus so much differed from all the others he had ever seen. Now this hooker – no, not like that. Now Axl was here, in his flat, on his couch, half-passed out from all the alcohol Izzy poured into him, completely at his mercy.

Fuck it, something snapped inside of Izzy, and he leaned over to Axl and covered his lips with his own, pushing his tongue inside his mouth. Under the pressure Axl parted his lips and let Izzy in, but his tongue seemed cold and lifeless. His eyes were empty. Jack Daniels had done its job well.

Even through the drunken blush on Axl’s cheeks Izzy saw the reddening trace of his own hand.

“Shit,” Izzy stopped the kiss and buried his face in Axl’s neck, desperation twirling inside of him.

He couldn’t do it to him. He just couldn’t.

[toasttz]

How to make games: MMORPGs

Hey, you! Does your current job not fill enough of your life with soul-crushing misery? Have you ever stopped to consider 'man, I wish I could get into a line of work that involved me wasting more time away from home and friends but I would have to pay infinity dollars for the experience'? I have to say that's a very particular set of tastes, but I play Mei in Overwatch too, so I understand having a weird sadist/masochist relationship with our gaming experiences. I'd also say that it sounds like you're in the market for an MMORPG, which is good because that's what we'll be talking about today! Making an MMORPG is easy, since it requires literally less effort than the last two genres we've covered: no one actually expects you to innovate past the good-old WoW standard of gameplay. So steal the most generic Tolkien stereotypes you can bring together, but leave out all that "Jesus" and "patriotism" stuff that accompanied Tolkien's work, because our primary market is going to be east-Asian countries and 13 year olds with money burning holes in their pockets. Making a character creator is as easy as going through the process of making one yourself, as you start with the obvious stuff like species. Species should include, but never exceed: Humans who are neither good nor bad at anything (but called some kind of stupid fantasy name), Elves for sissy magic users, Dwarves for your tanks, some kind of dragon hybrid for the fucking furry degenerates, and the obligatory Sexy Race which you'll slap all over your ads that show up on the sides and bottoms of webpages when viewed by morons who don't know what AdBlock is for. If the above doesn't address it, you should also pick a class, so just steal them from early D&D: Fighter, Mage, Cleric, Thief, etc. No more than that - gotta save room for those sweet, sweet expansion packs so you can fleece your players for "Monthly Server Maintenance Fees" in addition to the price of the game. Never mind that 'sever maintenance' is just ripping out old HDDs and putting in new ones and that HDDs are dirt-fucking cheap, you need to fleece these fuckers for gold like your name was Jason. (That's a smart joke.) Your art style should revolve around the most generic mono-themes you can steal assets for, preferably in the Unity engine since that won't make it look like unabashed shit or anything. For music, just hit royalty free music websites, because everyone's just gonna put Youtube in the background when they play anyways, so fuck it. We got money to earn and gameplay to digest, so let's get what your players can expect. Remember, making each class distinct is important as all members of a given party operate like different members of a family unit. For instance: DPS Roles are the family dog. They get excited easily and rush into situations without regard for life or limb, usually making way more noise than they have earned any right to make. They think they're the leader of the party since they insist on being front and center of every encounter even though they are not. Tank Roles are the Asian helicopter moms. They feel the need to live vicariously through their DPS compatriots because the damage they dish out is, frankly, paltry and any time the situation isn't about them - they make it about them somehow. They believe they are the leaders of the party, though they obviously rarely have control over the most immediate threats, let alone the entire party of sociopaths. Support Roles are the stern fathers. They can't immediately intervene on the behalves of the above roles no matter how much they want to, so they stand back and grant all the help they can muster and, at best, will be largely ignored despite the fact that their movements will dictate the pace, flow, and results of combat above all others. They will only be recognized for what they do when they fail in their tasks, which makes this metaphor hit a bit too close to home for most. Just remember: Supports who aren't active in their party are every Raid Boss's future wingman. Don't come crying to me when your DPS Daughteru comes home dating one of those degenerate dragon-people! Anyways, the pacing of the game is paramount, since making an "end" of an MMORPG is essentially illegal, so you need to make it so it's easy to get to somewhere between levels 30-50 before you just start scaling things on a logarithmic basis. For those who don't math good like what I do: your first three level ups should happen more or less instantly upon completion of the tutorial and the players should be able to make good progress over the next few dozen levels as they play with their friends and make larger parties for stronger instances. However, you're not gonna be wringing any monthly server fees out of these plebs if you make it that easy on them, so around level 40-ish or so, just start slapping higher multiplier values on the Exp. required to level up to the point where solar eclipses happen with greater regularity than the "LEVEL UP" chime. By the time players hit this wall, they'll make one of three choices: that they will persist through the grind because the game is literally all they do outside of work now, they will ragequit (and hopefully forget to cancel their credit card subscription to the game with some luck!), or they'll resort to the premium cash shop. What, you didn't know your MMO needed a premium cash shop? Well it does, wake up and smell the lack of ethics, game dev! For some paltry sum between 1 and infinity bucks, your players can buy some kind of in-game premium currency, as mentioned in my gacha explanation. In fact the comparisons here are apt as this, too, is morally dubious and really is for trying to wrench even more money out of your players for something that they can rest more or less assured that you aren't gonna update meaningfully until Halley's Comet passes through the solar system again. However, for some amount of this premium currency, they should be allowed super powerful weapons and armors that completely invalidate any sense of pacing up until the low 70s level range. This will help them play further into the mindless grind until they are playing at least for a few months (worth of fees) time. Once hopelessly addicted, they'll slog through the remaining 30 levels or so of grind, ideally. All other premium currency items should be cosmetics - preferably cosmetics with expiration dates so you can fleece them for their fashionista tendencies repeatedly. If you have any pangs that make you think this might be "not exactly on-the-level", hey, you're right! You're really getting the hang of modern game design! After that, it's time make expansion packs! The beauty of this is that not only have they paid for the base game and monthly fees, but now they get to buy the game ALL OVER AGAIN! Slap on a few extra islands and some quests to populate them and sometimes raise the level cap. The design is the easy part. The name is where you will likely struggle. However, using our advanced scientific algorithms, we have deduced that the ideal title should follow the template: "Adjective Noun Adjective" plus or minus a definitive article and a couple of "Of"s. Do you not know what those are? That probably means you're at the right IQ level to actively make MMOs! Or to play them! Oh yeah, every second expansion pack you should add an additional class - preferably one that invalidates the classes of an earlier build, so as to subtly 'encourage' making a new character. But the prereqs for getting these should be difficult to the point of patent absurdity. After all, you can't class change to a "Bumtickler" until you get that level 85 Pirate! Congrats! You're a soulless monster who cares naught for their fellow man. You are now a living example of gaining the world and losing your soul. I hope the Faustian bargain was worth it. You're welcome.

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X Artworks That Should Be Made Into Figma Table Museum Figures:

Some of you may know that Figma, purveyors of fine weeaboo action dolls, has recently been making highly articulated action figures based on classic art. This is rad as hell.

But, I got to thinking, there's plenty of stuff that isn;t made for that line yet, and that's why I'm making a big doofy list of 'em!

Two rules for this list, one they gotta be public domain, to avoid the issue of “could they pay the license” So sadly stuff like Bacon’s horrible screaming pope or Max Ernst's Kaiju isn’t gonna be on here.

Secondly only one per artist, to keep it interesting, tho with runner-ups mentioned. Thirdly, no sequential art, I'm saving PD comics that deserve Weeaboo Action Dolls for another article entirely.

But yeah, onward past the break!

Satan from Heironymous Bosch’s The Garden of Earthly Delights

We all knew something from the master of macabre Bosch had to be in there somewhere, and while that helmeted bird-demon with the baby legs is coming in close second, I think the big Satan himself has to go to that pick

His “throne” and chamberpot/crown would be perfect accessories, and you could probably do a lot of fun stuff with that gross “bubble” coming out. Also a lot of creepy stuff. But I digress.

Arthur Rackham’s Fafnir

Out of all of these, this is the least likely one to show up, if only for its artist's obscurity, but Rackham's work is so gorgeous it had to show up, and Fafnir would be perfect! We see so little in terms of dragons in that figural realm

Of course, we'd also be inundated with horrible vore pics involving it and the various Figma animu girls, and I have no idea how to feel about that.

J.J. Grandville’s Misocampe Wasp

Grandville is one of the greatest cartoonists of his time, so he had to be somewhere on here. I think the Misocampe Wasp is almost certainly one of the most striking and emblematic of his works; though the spindly limbs might be slightly difficult to engineeer.

But, they're high-end premium Weeaboo Action Dolls, so I'm sure they could work it out. Juggler of Worlds would probably be in second place out of Grandville's works; due to its iconic status and the fact that Inneundo was one of the best goddamn albums ever fight me.

William Blake’s Great Red Dragon

Also, gotta have Blake on here, and if you're including Blake, you gotta include his iconic rebel bad-boy-with-a-heart-of-gold figure. I think that's what it is at least. I'm not that familiar with Blake.

But, it does look cool as hell, and I'd totally want an accessory based on the novel Red Dragon (Yes, the one that introduced Hannibal). And he'd look rad as hell posing with the Billy Herrington Figma, don't lie, you all wanna see that.

Hans Holbein’s Der Ritter

Yes, I will admit, this is mainly here for the Slender Man link. But also because it's a rad skeleton man in armor! Everybody loves rad skeletons in armor! If they know what's good for them!

Gustave Dore’s Satan from Paradise Lost

Yes, there are a lot of demons on this list! Because they show up a lot in monster-related art and are dope/iconic as hell! And, what list of characters from classic art would be complete without somethinf from Dore?!

I picked the Paradise Lost Satan over the Dante's Inferno one not just because of bat-winged-bishie and all, but because it'd probably be relatively easier to make and also less cost-prohibitive, but the Inferno one comes at a close second.

John Bauer’s Trolls

Everybody loves Norwegian Trolls! IF THEY KNOW WHAT'S GOOD FOR THEM!

And what better basis for an action figure than one of the greats of nordic troll designs, John Bauer?! This'd be especially good if they were larger figures at a larger price point, if only so you could re-enact the scene above with [Insert Animu Waifu Here]/Super Pochaco

That One Fucked Up Stork Demon From Salvador Rosa’s The Temptation of St Anthony

I'm not sure quite how to justify that I want an action figure of it except, holy shit, look at it.

And also I'm pretty sure it's what they based Slogra on in Castlevania, so if you want an equivalent to them while knowing #FucKonami isn't gonna get paid; that is also a good reason to want the storkbeast

Charles R. Knight’s Laelaps

We had to put a pic from the master of classic paleoart on here, andI think this is a good balance between “iconic” and “of a species that will never get a figure otherwise”

Plus, that, and they'd be perfect for either a two pack or for justifying buying two of, not to mention being literally designed for posing!

Saturn from Goya’s Saturn Devouring His Son

We all knew this had to be on here. The disquieting nightmarish gaze of the figure would be fascinating to see translated into three dimensions, and the accessory of his son would be perfect!

Plus, think of all the extremely, extremely dark comedy photoshoots you could make with this fucker! I know I at least want to see that one of these days from @theassortment, so make it happen Goodsmile! And also the rest of these, taht too!

But, which ones do you think would make for good figures that i missed out on in this list? I know of at least afew I plan to use for another one, and I’m always willing to ask about more! So, tell me in the reblogs/replies folks!

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Red vs Blue Fic: Dibs

Summary: Wash has always wanted someone to choose him.

Parings: Wash/Carolina, mentions of past Yorkalina and Wash/CT

Warnings: Canon-typical language

Notes: also available on AO3!

Thanks to @tuckerfuckingdidit for Wash's line about calling dibs. <3

"C'mon," says York, heedlessly confident, "it's not the same."

Wash stares at him. He's lost track of what York was talking about—but York always creates his own context, and Wash finds himself nodding along regardless.

They're in a dirtside bar on a backwater colony. Wash is on his second Cosmo, Maine and Connie are both on their fourth vodkas, York has had only one one beer, and Carolina—

Carolina has her hand pressed between York's shoulder blades, her mouth kissing his temple.

It doesn't matter what she has or hasn't drunk; what matters is whom she blesses with her attention. And it's York she chooses, York whose lap she sits on as she calls out, "Hey, give me a bourbon," and the bartender slides her the drink. She tosses it back and for a moment Wash sees the pale arc of her throat—

He isn't jealous. Right now, Wash is in love with Connie; when her hand finds his under the table a moment later, he squeezes back, and his heart thumps. Later that night on the Mother of Invention, when the doors are safely locked behind them, he will kiss her and misunderstand her with a simple, honest delight.

(In another world, he will love her a little more, understand her a little better, and she will trust him a little further. They will save each other from the Project, and they will greet Carolina together when she comes looking for somebody to help her take down the Director.)

But right now, Wash stares at Carolina and York, at what seems like perfection in the way they smile at each other, and he slurps his drink. He remembers the first time he saw them together: in the Project Freelancer locker room, York fresh from the shower, Carolina drenched with sweat from a workout with Maine. He remembers how Carolina grinned as she slapped York's back with her sweaty towel, how he snapped to attention and said, "Yes, ma'am."

Wash isn't jealous of their relationship, of the open secret that makes South roll her eyes every time they sit together.

But the way that York was claimed by Carolina—the Carolina, leader of Alpha Squad and their undefeated Number One—so confidently and completely?

Yeah. He's jealous of that.

In this world, Wash serves the Project that murdered Connie, that turned Maine into a monster. He seldom dares to drink, but when he does, it's shot after shot of vodka, until the memories of Alpha and Epsilon start to blur in his head. (Until he can imagine that Maine and Connie are still beside him.)

Then he meets the Reds and Blues. He works with them, helps them—and they fucking betray him, leave him to rot in prison.

They deserve to have him turn on them, Wash tells himself, fiercely, desperately. He's done being the one left behind and screwed over. Let someone else pay the price for a change, he thinks, and he pulls the trigger on Donut. It's all they deserve.

But in the end, all it gets him is cracked ribs and blood in his mouth, a broken memory unit and no hope left.

"I'm done," he tells Sarge, and lets himself fall into the snow.

"We are going to be best friends," says Caboose, five minutes later when Wash wakes up to find himself half-naked.

"Caboose, none of us are friends," Tucker groans, but he keeps snapping pieces of Church's armor onto Wash.

That night, Caboose gives him orange juice and Tucker gives him tequila and Wash can't believe this is happening, that this is real. That somebody, somewhere, wants to claim him. He sips at his drink and waits for it all to disappear.

But when he wakes up the next morning, Caboose is still slouched against him, snoring. Tucker is still curled up in his chair, the half-empty bottle of tequila cradled against his chest.

Wash thinks, What the hell. Maybe.

So he lives.

He lives, and that means that eventually, he lives with Carolina.

He lives with her, and he watches her drink from her water bottle after a work-out. He sees the glistening sweat on her arms, he sees the silhouette of her throat, and there's a sudden heat at the pit of his stomach, a wanting that makes his breath shallow.

But he knows: she doesn't want him.

If she did, she would already have claimed him.

Tucker pulls him aside one afternoon after Wash's gaze has been too naked. He says, "Okay, so you want to bang her."

"What?" Wash's voice cracks. "I don't—"

"Dude," says Tucker, "it's simple. You just gotta say, 'Hey baby, did you fall from heaven? Because I've always wanted to bone an angel.'"

Wash stares at him. "You think that line will work. On Carolina."

"Well, I mean, it didn't work when I used it, but you're a Freelancer, right? It's gotta work for you."

Wash looks at Tucker, at his wide open eyes and his simple, honest faith. He thinks of how all the Freelancers looked at each other—even York and Carolina, even Wash and Connie—when the numbers changed on the leaderboard. And he thinks again of how he is not worthy of his new team, he has never been worthy.

But here he is.

And gratefully, wordlessly, he pulls Tucker into a hug.

"Uh, dude—"

"Shut up, Captain Tucker," Wash says into his shoulder, and Tucker grumbles, "Ugh, fine," but he hugs him back and his fingers find that special spot at the base of Wash's neck.

"If you lick it," says Grif, "it's yours. Subsection 26.107 of the International Dibs Protocol."

"But mint-chocolate is my favorite," Simmons wails, as Grif crams half the ice cream bar into his mouth.

"Mwuh meh yuhh ohhhh," says Grif, and Wash is a little embarrassed at how easily he translates that into Go get your own.

"That was the only one, you fucker!" Simmons yells, and tackles him.

Wash looks at the pile of ice cream bars, and wonders if he could manage to grab the double-fudge one without Tucker stabbing him—

And Carolina leans over to lick his cheek.

Her tongue is warm and wet and it sends an electric shock down his spine. He can't move, he can't breathe. His face is burning hot, and he knows he's turning five different shades of red.

Through the daze, he realizes that both Tucker and Donut are whistling and clapping. And Carolina—she can't mean this, she can't, but she's still beside Wash, her hand pressed into into his spine between his shoulder blades.

"Carolina," he says, and his voice is hoarse—everyone is looking at him, this is the most embarrassing thing he has ever experienced, but Carolina is what matters, Carolina who cannot possibly—

"You could've just called dibs," he manages to mutter.

She catches at his chin with two fingers. Turns his face to look at her.

"Dibs," she says, and only somebody who had been in Project Freelancer with her could hear the doubt in her voice now.

So Wash can only give her one answer.

He takes her hand. Leans forward. Lets his nose nuzzle hers—their lips brush for a moment, and it feels like the world is shivering apart—

She kisses him.

He kisses her back.

Vaguely, Wash is aware of his own heartbeat. Of Carolina's fingers almost painfully locked into his hair. Of Red Team and Blue Team settling up bets around them.

But what he truly knows is just—

Carolina.

Choosing him.

So he kisses her, and chooses her back.

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@musaxpersonat​​ send:  ❝ Trust me, I’ve been doing this a long time. I know evil ❞ ( oliver )

John stared for a long moment after Oliver had spoken those words, fighting back the instinct to scoff or even laugh in the man’s face. Oh, he didn’t doubt that the other had seen his fair share of horrors during the years, from the day when he had been dumped on that line up to when he had come back to his city and become a vigilante. People could be awful and Constantine himself had found himself on the path of a few completely human monsters. Damn, he had spent his entire childhood with one of them.

The magician plugged the cigarette out of his mouth and exhaled, slowly, following the trail of the smoke with his eyes, before shaking his head. Those experiences had been ugly, to an extent even terrifying, and they had reminded him that there was a very good reason why Hell existed. The place was a literal dump on fire and too many times it had happened far too often that people ended up down there even if they hadn’t meant to be, but it was also true that most of the souls the Pit had swallowed deserved the eternity of torments that had been unleashed upon them.

However, the fact was that humans, no matter how bad they were, had limits. There was only so much chaos that a mortal could cause, only so much pain, death and destruction. They could have all the weapons and the technology they could get their hands on, but there were things that would have always been beyond them. When it came to demons and other creatures and magic users, instead...The damage was often much deeper than it met the eye, much worse than a normal person could have ever conceived.

John sank his free hand in his pocket, biting back a sigh. He might have not seen everything the world had to offer on the markets of real life nightmare and horrors, but he had seen enough to know that, even if humans might be the creators of the worst kinds of Evil, they were still far more manageable than what he dealt with almost on daily basis.

“Sorry, but I gotta disagree wit’ you there, mate,” he finally replied, sticking the cigarette back between his lips. His eyes moved around for a moment, before landing back on Oliver. “You ain’t got the faintest idea of what we’re dealin’ wit’. This ain’t one of your bad guys. This ‘s one of mine. N’ you trust me when I say that you can’t even imagine what they’re capable of. I myself...not idea of how to deal wit’ the wanker. Not yet.”

He would find something, he always did. Even if it had meant making a deal that might have landed him in a potentially worse situation. After all, that was what he did. He gambled more than he could afford, more than he had, and then he found a creative way to walk out without paying the true price that was presented to him. Oh, those tricks cost him just fine, painfully so, but never too much for him to be able to move on. That probably made him just as much of a monster, but he had almost made peace with it. Almost.

“You n’ your friends gotta stay outta my way, tho. I got it, this ‘s your city n’ shite, but this ‘s my case,” he finished in a sterner tone, mouth curling in a displeased frown. That discussion was truly starting to get on his nerves. “Go back doin’...whatever you usually do n’ lemme deal wit’ it. N’ once I’ll be done, bot’ me n’ the fucker will be outta your hair n’ you can go back protectin’ this place in peace. No more literal monster under the bed. That’s what you want, aye?”

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Working It Over

Genre: Fan Fiction (Suicide Squad) Pairing: Captain Boomerang/OFC Warnings: Language, Sexual Content Rating: NSFW Length:One-Shot Disclaimer: a strict work of fiction, I own nothing except the original characters and the plot line. In no way am I affiliated to any of it.

A/N: Goes along with  Working Woman Blues

"Happy Birthday!" Izzy cheered, popping open the cliche, tan trench coat, letting it slide to the floor revealing her naked body.

"The fuck? It ain't me birthday." Boomerang rubbed the tip of his nose. "Put yer clothes back on, woman."

"Excuse me?" Izzy blew a stray curl out of her face, hands on her hips she glared at the man before her. "Since when did you pass on sex?"

She had been sure it was his birthday, hell she had even bought the perfect Unicorn puking rainbows as a card. Whatever, his loss on the card.

"I've got things to do, yer wastin' time, Iz." He didn't bother to look back at the naked and fuming woman who stood in the middle of his warehouse. If he played the cold shoulder then the sex would be better off, anyway. "Now hand me a beer and grab that duffle bag."

Muttering something about how she'd like to shove his dead body into a duffle bag, Izzy bent – shakily on the sky scraper heels – and grabbed a, no doubt filthy, tank top off of the floor and slid it on over her naked form. The fridge was almost empty, which meant it would only be a matter of time before George showed up at her small studio apartment, looking for something to eat.

Picking up two cans of beer, she violently shook one, making sure to hand it to him after she had opened hers. Cursing when the foamy beer sprayed into his face, soaking the front of his shirt, George sneered in Izzy's direction. "Bitch,"

His large mitt effortlessly swiped the can from Izzy's hand, tipping the cold liquid to his mutton chop covered lips, draining and crunching the can with one squeeze. Leaning against a ragged and worn couch, Izzy licked her lips and narrowed her dark eyes into a glare, her head tilted to the side.

"Big night?" She asked trying to peek over his wide shoulders at the duffel bag, the one she was supposed to get, but had conveniently forgotten to pick up from the floor.

"Huh?" Boomerang grunted at the dark haired woman beside him. "Nah, nothing to worry yer pretty head about, Iz."

"George," Izzy stood straight, his tank top hanging from her small shoulders, "did you take that job from a Mr. Oshiro, by chance?"

The Captain's silence was all that Izzy needed to confirm an answer. That fucker!

Not even two full days ago, Izzy had picked up that job. It was an easy in and out, with a decent pay off, once the goods were unloaded by Mr. Oshiro's thugs. Knowing Boomerang, he had picked the loot, but wasn't going to be in much of a mood to meet at the designated spot and time. If he fucked this up, it was bound to leave a bad taste in many mouths, not to mention the damages it could do for Izzy's own career.

Being a skilled thief and a woman was already a difficult task, be damned if she were allowing this bonehead to ruin that.

"Who am I to turn down a good job?" George cleared his throat, rubbing his fingers over the priceless crystal that had been stashed in his bag. "The price was right and I need a new muffler for me bike."

"A muff...a muff...." Izzy began to laugh loudly. "A muffler? I needed rent and bills paid, and..."

"Tsk tsk." The Captain wagged a meaty finger in her face. "Stealing to pay yer bills? Be honest about it or don't do it at all, Iz."

Of course, she should have known. What did Captain Boomerang know about paying bills or rent? He'd found this place when he'd got a tip that the owner was off to prison – tax fraud – and he certainly wasn't into paying for the electricity that he was jacking from a nearby power bank. The one time Izzy heard him even mention legal taxes, he had been at her to get married. George had claimed they would get better benefits that way, it seemed perfect to him, until Izzy pointed out that he couldn't do taxes based on stolen property.

"I may be a thief, but unlike you Digger, there are still some morals that I uphold." Izzy straightened her posture, trying to appear taller and more imposing. Useless with her short stature, even in these heels, she barely reached his nose. "Now, are you going to meet and drop that off or are you going to get us both killed?"

Lazily pulling cigarette from the pocket of his worn out Captain jacket, Boomerang ran his tongue over his teeth, sucking in a sharp hiss of air. "You're getting on me last nerve, woman." He warned, pulling out a lighter.

"You're getting on me last nerve..." Izzy mocked in a high pitched tone, with a scoff.

"I mean it!" Boomerang growled, his blue eyes locking in on her. "I won't be held accountable, if you push me to it."

Laughing dryly, Izzy snorted in disbelief. His threats were empty, always the same, yet here she was. George wouldn't harm a hair on her head, not that he couldn't or because the repercussions were too great, but simply because if he were forced to hide her body, there would be nobody around to keep his warm when the cold winds shook his rundown warehouse. As long as she was willing and had tits, Izzy knew she was a safe bet.

"You've had a thousand chances, but you never bother."

"Women, not worth the trouble they bring." The Captain muttered and cursed, smashing his cigarette into the concrete floor with his duct taped boot. "Yer looking for it now, are ya, Iz?"

"What are you going to do? Hmm? You," She pushed forward from her perch, extending her reach to grasp the front of his blue polyester jacket, drawing him near. "Don't have the balls." Izzy gripped the front of his stained jeans, cupping and squeezing roughly.

Fighting a groan, Boomerang grabbed her upper arms, twisting her around with little effort. Izzy's small body spun, her back hitting his chest with a thud. Yelping from shock and arousal, Izzy suppressed a moan. The Captain held his arm around her shoulders, keeping her pinned to him, using the other to lift his tank top away from her bottom.

"You're gone and done it now, Iz." His voice was rough in her ear. "Go on, say it." He encouraged, his hand gripping her thigh, fuck, she'd have one hell of a bruise later.

"Say what?" She played dumb. The second he touched her, Boomerang would know what this had turned her on immensely. He would know that she was an orgasm waiting to happen, she would be at his mercy, and she prayed that he would play fair. "Hmm? That you're terrible at managing assets? You stole my job? That you're going to end up in a huge mess, if you don't...Ooh!" She squeaked in surprise.

A large finger extended from his larger, rougher hand, nestling between her slick bare folds. Just for him, she'd endured one of those stupid home wax kits, the things women did for a man on his birthday. Prick, she was certain that he'd mentioned it being his birthday today.

Two fat fingers, knuckle deep Boomerang chuckled at the woman grinding herself onto his hand, silently demanding more while trying to remain her composure. Izzy wouldn't take long before he wore her down, she was too easy.

"Well?" He prompted, his voice rumbling sending shivers through her.

"Well, W-what?" Izzy choked back a sob of pleasure.

She had came over here ready to fuck him three ways from Sunday, being mad at him over this job had heightened that arousal, the Captain was not being fair. Oh! She swallowed a lump in her throat, sitting harder on his hand, willing his fingers to go as far as they could. Boomerang curled his fingers, hitting all the right spots, his large thumb manhandling her clit.

So he didn't have the greatest finesse when it came to fingering a woman, right now that detail didn't matter.

"Are you going to say it? Beg me? Come on, Izzy, you know what you want. All you gotta do is ask ole' Boomer. Ask and I'll bend ya over, right here." George spoke, biting at her exposed shoulder and grunting at the way she writhed her ass against his junk.

"S-seems like y-you need it more than me." Izzy moaned spreading her legs a little wider, wanting more. Pumping his fingers faster, George stifled a groan when she reached back to grab his balls again. Damn this woman.

"Ya think so?" His blue eyes narrowed in a challenge.

Izzy nodded frantically, unable to form words around a moan. His thumb danced, roughly, on her clit assaulting her sense. Inside she could feel those damn sausage like fingers pounding away, no rhythm only a goal – getting her to the point of no return. All she could think about was that threat of being bent over and fucked. It wouldn't be the first time that Boomerang had bent Izzy over the work bench and took her on one hell of a ride.

"Y-yes." Izzy squeaked with a whimper.

Be damned, if Izzy was going to win this one. Clearing his throat, Boomerang stopped all actions. Slipping his fingers away, seconds before Izzy had reached her reward. Licking his lips, he took a step back, weak in the knees Izzy wobbled like a fawn, trying to gain her legs.

"Home ya go, then." Boomerang took a quick sniff of his coated fingers, shoving them in his pockets. Shame, she had shown up here without panties. He'd have to use what he could, when he took care of things later. Jerking off in an empty warehouse wasn't his idea of a good night, but he refused to let her win.

"What the fuck?" Izzy spat, her core aching for his fingers to come back.

"That's for leaving me tied to ya bed, gagging me and taking off. Ya damn harlot." George sucked his teeth in triumph. Remembering their last meeting, of a sexual nature, he was all about getting even. "Be glad I ain't tying ya here naked and blindfolded."

"You're a fucking monster." Izzy accused him with a deathly glare.

"Get yer coat and go home, Izzy." George laughed at her assumption. "It ain't worth slitting throats over, besides, I've got me some money to collect. Be a good girl, run along home, and next week we can celebrate me birthday."

[thehobbblog]

Entry #22

The plants were supposed to be in the market. They weren’t. The Paladin Solar would be here too. He wasn’t. We’d go see the Hermit, for a quick adventure. It wasn’t. And I’d prove to the others I’m actually ready for these Paladin responsibilities. I wasn’t. It was hot as shit, and we all walked while the hooded guy sat on the cart. Avram dozed the fuck off in the back of it, with Anna doing her druidic mediating crap. I really didn’t care. We move into the city, “The Jewel” and checked our cart (Along with those two) into some sort of corral specifically for this purpose. Cost way too much money, but it’s better than being raided. Consider it a tax, or something. I almost took the fee out of Avram’s fund, to spite him. He’s getting really comfortable with me doing him a favor like this, using me keeping a share for him as a guarantee. I’m going to start being generous for him, if he doesn’t smarten up We all move into the market, but I stayed behind. Someone was tending to a crazily big Dungeon Breaker, and Stuart and I just sort of admired it for a while. Apparently, Stuart will stay this size if I don’t feed him, but he’ll also eat basically anything. I won’t have him eating corpses like Lucas’ nightmarish friend, but it’s good to know anyway. The big Dungeon Breaker didn’t care much for my hatchling, and Stuart didn’t appreciate me having to carry him everywhere. I should get a leash. We enter the market, and buy things. This was less of a flea market, and more of a, whatever you call it. The thing from Aladdin. A Bazarr, Wey tells me. Well, I’ve seen documentaries on this kind of stuff, read stories about how things are done in this environment. Basically, everyone’s expected to be cheap. If you’re selling something, it’s gotta bet the best of the best, and the price raise is only to represent the QUALITY and CRAFTSMANSHIP, and that kind of crap. If you’re buying anything, you have to be a weary traveler, spending his last dollars in the best store, and needing the discount to survive. It’s actually rude not to barter. If you walk up to a stall, and pay the asking price you’re both denying the store owner friendly conversation, and tacitly saying that you believe them to be a beggar. So you gotta play along.  So I did, got some great deals on stuff I needed. Got a veil, that’s super light in one layer, but folder over a few times I can make a makeshift mask, to breath through. Even if it doesn’t keep the dust things out of my lungs, it will keep the desert sand out of my mouth. The blacksmith had a Devily enforcer working on weapons and stuff, he says he’ll make me plate armour if I pay him a small fortune, and promise to live nearby for about a quarter of a year. I’ve got commitment issues and no money, so we decided to talk about it later. We eventually stumble into The Inquisitor. Everyone’s been telling us how there’s no sinners in The Jewel, no thiefs or miscreants. Because this Inquisitor senses all wrongdoings and punishes them swiftly. No crime, no unhappiness. There is no war in Ba Sing Se, you know. Well, we meet the guy. He’s nice enough, for a ruthless Inquisitor. Nearly took Alice’s head off, to take Violence’s cloth from her. Don’t want to be on his bad side. He won’t let us chase the plant people, because he can’t let us charge into death. A lot like the thing Violence told us, in Sakko’s armour. I’d be suspicious, but it isn’t like a comedian to use the same gag twice.  He’s waiting for the Hero Hunter to attack the city, so we’re not allowed to anything heroic until that happens. Or if we do, we need to stay nearby. Solar, is nowhere to be found and is apparently both too tired to speak to us and in fighting shape enough to take on the Hero Hunter by himself. I didn’t know we were that much of a pain. Halfway through the conversation, Anna vomited a dust monster and he had to smite it. Made us promise to stop vomiting in his town after Anna went to wash the taste out in the communal well.  So we might be that much of a pain after all.  He gives us holy water to cure the plague, and tells us to get comfortable while we wait for the Hero Hunter to come kill everyone. I thought he was being kind of a dick, for no reason. My insecurities acted up, and I apologized to him for basically no reason. I couldn’t explain to you why, it was stressful. He says I ought not to worry about everything, like everyone else says I should do. He says it’s ok to mess up, but it’s not ok to do nothing. Just act, go with your gut. Your gut can’t be wrong, because you’re a Paladin. Your gut’s always right. That sort of thing. But I’ve acted on my gut before. I’ve made decisions based on what occurs first. People get hurt. I’m not a good person, on the first try. It only hit me on our way out, but if this really is a desert town out of a storybook, there should be somebody selling Hookah stuff right? I aint seen where to get a pack of smokes down here, and I could really use it. Don’t feel the craving or anything, probably responsible to the Paladin stuff.  Probably shouldn’t overdo my immunity to drug addictions though, but I will purchase some more alcohol next time we’re in. We gather our narcoleptic friend out of the cart, and set back out into the desert. We have a limited amount of time to offer our help to the hermit guy, or we might be sold off. Weylinn stops us, to literally chat about the weather. Like, literally stops us on the way out of the gates to talk about what a great weather-predictor he is. So fucking glad you took an amateur meteorology course, man. How’s your knot-tieing and cookie sales? Wanna tell us about how much fun you had in Space Camp? Fuck, I mean. He’s a good guy, I think. But we got shit to do. Nobody seems to care what we’re doing here. We have a bunch of plant people running directly to a place, which happens to contain a second part of Jules. But nobody seems to care. “There’s a tornado of fire in the way, guess the’re all dead. Go spend money in my town’s market, by the way.” I’m pissed off about it. It’s not helping that everyone seems content shopping and discussing how great their cumulo-nimbus location skills are. Fuck me man, you think a genocide and the loss of a child would get at least one of these people riled up. Now I’m the dick for being upset about it. I swear, I’m actually dead and this whole underground adventure is an elaborate purgatory to get me to learn to let go of things. We head out into the desert, and follow the rock. The hermit isn’t hard to find. We were going to approach the situation carefully. We need to having him let us help him, but can’t give away why. If we let on that a Dao put us up to assisting him, he won’t let us. Anna started the conversation with delivering a NAME DROP of the Dao to the hermit. I had to do the quick thinking, it was on me to charm our way past his defenses. Explain that while the Dao had us find him, we were actually there for a different reason. He only believed me because of the Paladin stuff. I think it’s getting stronger, and I’m getting more used to it. It could work out. He says he’s the “Sage of Amnesia” and he’s forgotten something. A Dao used underhanded language to steal his intelligence away, which distressed the sage to no end. He used to be a mathematical wizard, and now he’s a simpleton. Avram thought it would be funny to ask him some simple math questions. Watched him struggle with it, almost gleeful. He needs to start minding his manners.  We agree to help him, and he gives us the location of the Dao that took his knowledge. If we bargain with him, using wits and a relic he gave us we can walk out of there with his math knowledge, and he would be grateful. It’d be simple. It wasn’t. We travel as fast as the Shellers would go, to make it to where we needed to be. They tried to explain it, how the Dao come from... somewhere else. And sometimes the world opens into that somewhere else, but only for a bit. I just stand where I need to. We go to the designated location, and wait. Sure feel heroic, laying around. The Dao that put us up to this whole event found us, and gave us three smooth sandstones, for traveling along ground while in the Great Dismal Divide, which I assume is where we were going. Eventually, the ground opens up. Sand starts pouring into the earth, and us with it. We suffocate. And wake up, in a very dark place of earth and misery (Presumably). We stumble into two... look what’s going on in this Divide is beyond my vocabulary. You play Pokemon? The First one? Imagine, like. Tangela. The little ball of vines with a face in the middle. But replace the vines with Sandshrew’s scales. That’s what these guys were. Little balls of armour with a face that looked hard to hit.  They wanted all our metal, and I was kind of reluctant to fight them. The last thing I wanted was for one of them to take a bite out of my kickass new sword. They wanted five million gold pieces, so I handed them five gold pieces and told them it was five million. That and some smooth talking got them to agree to not eat all our metal, and eventually they got scared off. Scared off by a Dao, and a dust man. They’ve been negotiating with the same Dao we’re after, and are upset with how good at math he’s suddenly become. We explain our situation, after nearly being beaten to death and are told that if we threaten to report him to “The Great Khan” he might see things our way. Or attack us. You might ask why I’m deliberately leaving the Dao’s name out of this, it’s because I think it’s bad luck to be name dropping powerful spirits on a blog. Also, that fucker’s mine. We continue forward, and get jumped by a dust thing. Avram has the idea to summon a Dust Devily, which runs down the hall. I won’t describe what happened as it happens, because we couldn’t see shit. What happened in the dark however, is that this Dust Devily apparently ate all the dust monsters, turned them into one big dust monster and died.  And of course, the dust monster hit me. I didn’t get any in my lungs, luckily. The Dao’s guards explain to us that they’re thankful for our help in stopping the dust monsters, as they’re becoming a nuisance in the recent months. I’ve got thirty gold coins on whatever causing those dust monsters to exist becoming our problem to solve within a month. We’re allowed to go into the Dao’s chamber, to speak with him about getting back the Hermit’s math knowledge. And Weylinn sells me the fuck out. Thirteen seconds after getting in there, Weylinn makes the call that not only are we going to negotiate, he’s gonna make me do it. I was furious, but I tempered myself. He might not be the best tutor, but Violence taught a valuable lesson back on that mountain top. If I were to use the opportunity to start the fight, if I were to risk everyone’s lives to be “above” their decision, then everything would end. We wouldn’t trust eachother. We would die. So I talked to the Dao, tried everything I could to get him to give up the Hermit’s knowledge. Nothing worked. Either I’m really bad at negotiating with genies, or that genie was incredibly overconfident in his ability to murder us all. I was getting dizzy, after a while. Something was wrong. We shouldn’t be doing this, I know that we shouldn’t be doing this. We’re about to do anything this asshole wants, just so that we can get away without having to get our hands dirty. What kind of fucking lesson is it teaching, to have this guy get away with all the terrible shit he did? Because we’re cowards. Weylinn saw my hesitation and took over. Negotiated the Dao down from “I’ll just kill you” to “Hand me the Hermit’s relic, and 200 gold and I’ll give you the knowledge”. But that wasn’t enough. Now Weylinn was doing business with him, and I was being complacent. I was wracking my mind. I’ve learned so many lessons down here. This had to be a test.  Don’t kill the Dao, listen to you group. Don’t give mercy to those who don’t deserve it. Sometimes, you gotta do what you feel is right. Even the Son of God flipped tables, and whipped merchants. Draw your sword, talk him down, throw the holy water, save your resources. I had so many voices, telling me so many things. And all I could think about was how hard my brain was hurting. It’s like, not only was the situation driving me crazy, but my own complacency, and my confliction was making it worse. I couldn’t think straight. I tried to use my Paladin powers, and they didn’t come.  It’s simple, just put the metal thing in the bad guy. Thieves get their hands removed, this guy is a thief. Don’t betray Weylinn’s trust. This is the Smite, use it wisely Shedding blood isn’t ever good I close my eyes, and it doesn’t help. I can feel this sense of dread, overpowered only by a stinging migraine. I needed to act. My hand was on my sword. We needed to end this. And Weylinn calmed me down. The money was already in his hands. Everyone had agreed, we all decided it was wise to do business. You can’t let him get away with this. We can’t just leave, right? More advice in my head. Thoughts that aren’t mine. “Value your group above all, Regardless of circumstances” I don’t know if I made a conscious decision, it was already decided for me. And we were already out the door. And we were already sitting in the place to return home. And we were being lifted back to our world. And it was over. It’s all over.