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Come on, Malleus, have some pity, this boy’s only way of dealing with attraction is probably something along the lines of “have a mental breakdown screaming into a fireplace, then fall unconscious”.
Ok I wrote this awhile ago but I'm rather proud of it so I'm posting it here :]
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Tw: blood, depictions of death, implied suicide
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Mark cowered in the corner of his room, his head pressed to his knees. His throat was raw from sobbing, his body exhausted.
He could still see the shadow outside of his door.
"Come on out Maaaark." It sang, it's voice welcoming, friendly.
Mark shakes his head violently, pressing cold palms to his ears, choking on his own spit.
He couldn't speak. It would know.
"Maaarrrrrrkk~" the voice whispers, it's tone sickeningly sweet.
The door rattles violently and Mark whispers, pushing himself further into the sharp corner he'd collapsed into.
He was going insane. He'd had nothing to stare at but grey, unwelcoming wallpaper.
That thing had done nothing but whisper in his ear-
"Mark."
He froze.
The voice was abrupt and sharp, its time sounded like it was dripping, fading into another, distorted and inhuman.
"Mark- Mark heLP-" it seems to be getting more urgent.
Marks breath hitches, his eyes widening, more tears spilling onto his cheeks.
"MARK!" It screams, Cesars voice piercing right through Marks heart.
"MARK, MARK IT'S OUT HERE WITH ME-" His agonized yelling sounds startlingly real- and Mark is sent further into madness with each passing minute.
He rips at his hair, his eyes pressed shut.
nononono
There's more banging on the door, and it's followed by high pitched, gutteral yelling. It sounded like Cesar was being ripped into a carcass right outside of Marks door.
His expression was that of a wounded animal, as he listened to the scenario play over and over in his head as the alternate rewound it's voice and played again.
Mark was frozen. He knew it wasn't real, he knew-
"MAR,,,K SA-VE MEEEEEeeee-" the alternate tried one last chance of impersonating his partner before it screeched again and smashed at the door.
A dark red liquid seeped through the crack between it and the floor, creeping across the hardwood into a large puddle of blood.
Mark looked on in horror, barely able to think.
In a last rush effort he launched his trembling self up from the floor and onto the bed, clawing at the sheets in an almost animalistic manner. His fingers finally found the solid metal object he had been looking for and he slowly lifted the shape of a gun out in front of him.
Without a second thought he raised it to his head, and
UH OH! BAD DECISION, MARK!
personal take on his human(oid) design i think
call me a hater, but i was genuinely distraught at tn episode. not because what happened to billy/teen/william was sad (although it was sad and it made me sad) but because my wife only got like 5 min of screen time
GET THIS DEPRESSED (rightfully so) TWINK (i love you joe locke) OFF OF MY SCREEEEEEEN (pls teen don’t die) AND GET ME MY WIFE (lilia baby girl you looked so fine in this ep and you have never done anything wrong ever, that sigil was 100% necessary don’t listen to the haters honey) RIGHT FUCKING NOW 😡😡
me clocking the writers, about to literally beat the shit out of them for not giving my wife more screen time:
(but thank you for giving her the time she did get because tn was a horrible night to be an alice, rio, or jennifer stan)
— Naruto Uzumaki.
KISS IT OFF ME !
pairing; finnick odair x f!dist4!reader
summary; finnick can’t take his eyes off of you in any crowd- but he can take care of you, what’s new?
contains; FLUFF, established relationship, finnick is still pining for reader, alcohol consumption- but positively i guess, reader is anxious in the beginning, objectification by the capitol as per usual.
a/n: i hope im not misunderstood but when i put specific photos or outfits/hairs in the headers of my works that is not directly what i am picturing the reader as! its more-so the hairstyle, or the outfit- or simply the aesthetic of the picture. not the race, hair nor body type. ur all cutie pies. ok anyways onto the fic kiss kiss.
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“well would you look at that!” your stylist squeals in your ear, “from the moment you won your last games i have just been dying to design for you again and… here we are!” she ushers you to spin around.
she’d always been kind to you, perhaps less kind to your dignity- always wanting to flaunt you like a show pony- but nonetheless her support had always been there.
“it’s beautiful, thank you.” you smile small at her. so bittersweet, she was oh-so ecstatic to dress you up once more but to you- this meant less serenity to you. more agitation, more distress, more death.
it felt like a paradox, to be adorned in this sweet, innocent, baby pink before you’re sent away to a grim world once again- you’d already gone off on a tangent to finnick. you’d both sobbed solemnly about the cruelty of it all, how you would never be able to live in peace.
but finnick just wanted you both to have this one night, to indulge in the capitol before you were sent of to your deaths, obviously he would see the brighter side of thing- blabbering about plutarchs plan and how he only needs to protect you, katniss, and peeta until he can get you out of there.
sounds so very simple doesn’t it?
once you’d finished your interview you attended a party, a celebration for the third quarter quell. how ironic, what was there to celebrate?
you’d seen the food platters, the spiked drinks, and indulge you did.
your brain had been fuzzy by the time you’d escape the overbearing class of the capitol citizens, who wanted to know every detail of your life.
it was then- finnick had spotted you- so inebriated you’d genuinely laugh at something the woman next to you said.
feasibly being that she’d said something so pretentious you couldn’t help but tilt your head back in laughter. but nonetheless he admired.
he admired your dress, your smile, the way your eyes slightly disappeared when you laughed, the way your hair was laying down your back. he was simply under the spell of you.
it was then your eyes met his smitten ones, so love drunk- or possibly just drunk- that you’d excused yourself and made a beeline straight for him.
he’d encaptured you with warm arms, a leather corset-like article of clothing consumed his waist- followed by his white buttoned down that seemed to be unbuttoned.
you noticed the way his eyes consumed you- not like the others did. not like you were a piece of cake, not like you were something they had to have for the night, but someone who lit his chest alight.
“you look beautiful.” he murmurs into your hair, his hands around your waist.
“i hardly feel that way- im scared, i think.”
he shook his head, pulling you from his warm embrace much to your dismay. “don’t be. you’re with me right now.” finnicks plush lips lay atop your forehead now.
you laugh as he continues to peck your face, giggles leaving your lips.”so beautiful.”
it was only when you nearly toppled over your unnecessarily long pumps that he took not of your consumption.
“so head over heels it seems you’ve had a little to much to drink. what do you say i get you back to your room now? hm?” he straightens you back up. “run you a bath?”
you let out a muffled mm into his chest, your other hand placed on the side of his chest holding you steady. “love you s’much finn.”
it was his turn to laugh now, there was no mockery, no heinous act behind it, just you and finnick. “i know baby.”
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Messing with Cats
U smell just like 𝑣𝑎𝑛𝑖𝑙𝑙𝑎
It's been a long time since I've been here…
໒꒰ྀིっ˕ -｡꒱ྀི১
last day
pink pink pink💘
morning<
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ぺとりこーる
The last day of summer(
I'll leave it here.
