Devil's Luck

DO I WANNA KNOW    ?

R U MINE    ?

ONE FOR THE ROAD.

ARABELLA.

I WANT IT ALL.

NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM.

MAD SOUNDS.

FIRESIDE.

WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH    ?

SNAP OUT OF IT.

KNEE SOCKS.

I WANNA BE YOURS.

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

DO I WANNA KNOW    ?

R U MINE    ?

ONE FOR THE ROAD.

ARABELLA.

I WANT IT ALL.

NO. 1 PARTY ANTHEM.

MAD SOUNDS.

FIRESIDE.

WHY’D YOU ONLY CALL ME WHEN YOU’RE HIGH    ?

SNAP OUT OF IT.

KNEE SOCKS.

I WANNA BE YOURS.

* VIOLENT ACTION STARTERS Send me a NUMBER for your muse to : 

001. — Backhand my muse. 002. — Stab my muse.  003. — Put out a cigarette on my muse’s skin. 004. — Hit my muse with a blunt object.  005. — Throw something large at my muse.  006. — Kick my muse. 007. — Punch my muse. 008. — Break one of my muse’s bones. 009. — Scratch my muse. 010. — Headbutt my muse. 011. — Shoot my muse. 012. — Knock my muse out. 013. — Strangle my muse. 014. — Push my muse roughly. 015. — Grab my muse by the hair. 016. — Bruise my muse. 017. — Threathen my muse with an object of harm.  018. — Go to harm my muse’s eyes. 019. — Bite my muse. 020. — Tear away parts of my muse’s skin. 021. — Force my muse’s head under water. 022. — Throw something scalding at my muse. 023. — Burn my muse. 024. — Step on my muse’s fingers. 025. — Rip one of my muse’s teeth out. 026. — Slash my muse’s achilles tendon ( s ). 027. — Clothesline my muse. 028. — Harm my muse enough for them to cough up blood.  029. — Drive into my muse with a vehicle. 030. — Electrocute my muse. 031. — Slam my muse against a wall. 032. — Force my muse’s arm behind their back. 033. — Kick my muse’s crotch. 034. — Trip my muse. 035. — Put my muse in a headlock. 036. — Break my muse’s nose. 037. — Force their fingers down my muse’s throat. 038. — Crack my muse’s head against a wall. 039. — Attempt to kill my muse. 040. — Attempt to kill my muse creatively.

taken from the comic book series written by neil gaiman

• “the price of wisdom is above rubies.”
• “when do the nightmares slip out into the daylight?”
• “it was a dark and stormy nightmare.”
• “I left a monarch. yet I return alone…hungry.”
• “never trust a [insert word here]. he has a hundred motives for anything he does - 99 of them, at least, malevolent.”
• “I would have dreamed of you…if I could dream.”
• “the real problem with stories: if you keep them going long enough, they always end in death.”
• “little ghost, get out of my way.”
• “I’ve learned from my mistakes, but I’ve had more time to commit more mistakes.”
• “I suppose there are worse endings.”
• “it is a fool’s prerogative to utter truths no one else will speak.”
• “I only have two kinds of dreams: the bad and the terrible.”
• “the price of getting what you want is getting what you once wanted.”
• “it’s part of growing up, I suppose. you always have to leave something behind you.”
• “nobody looks up in the sky anymore.”
• “everybody has a secret world inside of them.”
• “it is sometimes a mistake to climb, it is always a mistake never even to make the attempt.”
• “sometimes you wake up. sometimes the fall kills you. and sometimes, when you fall, you fly.”
• “without dreams, there could be no despair.”
• “it is unwise to summon what you cannot dismiss.”
• “never trust the storyteller. only trust the story.”
• “destiny is blind.”
• “remember how hard it was for me to leave, and that it was not your fault.”
• “life, like time, is a journey through darkness.”
• “I like the stars. It’s the illusion of permanence, I think. I can pretend that lives last longer than moments.”
• “when something ends, there’s always something left over. a story, or a vision, or a hope.”
• “I don’t recommend revenge. it tends to have repercussions.”
• “honesty is a somewhat overrated virtue.”
• “I suppose the point you grow up is the point you let the dreams go.”
• “the things we do make echoes.”
• “all journeys leave marks on us.”
• “have you ever been in love? horrible, isn’t it? it makes you so vulnerable.”
• “when there’s no hope, you might as well be dead.”
• “they will haunt your sleep until you die.”
• “everything changes, and nothing is truly lost.”

& who could tell them now – out in the world, / its plethorae of arc-lights, halogens, discos – / those lighthouse children with listening eyes

you might see them still, if you’re careful / on city-hall or tower-block stairways, left / foot tiptoed on an absent stiletto from years / navigating anti-clockwise tight spiral stairs: / or find them when everyone’s gone 

and you’ll know them in truth for children / of the rocks, for they’ll have preset / the Xerox’s counter right up to the thousand, / lid-up and nothing on the glass, eyelids / numb on the margin of sleep as the phasings / of light take them home to the beam-room again.

                                                art credit // poem credit

baea ( @tsengofshinra ) is online & in my ask and just…

my life will never be the same ‘cause girl u came and changed the way i walk, the way i talk i cannot explain–

u rock my world

• ‘ And do you have a name? Any name will do, it’s simply to make conversation easier. ’
• ‘ Let it go. It’s a serious matter. Many have tried and failed already. ’
• ‘ This, my friend, is not the same as roughing up a couple of scoundrels. ’
• ‘ ______, you know our code of practice forbids us to speak of our work. ’
• ‘ Answer me unofficially, briefly and clearly: will it work or not? ’
• ‘ You inspire trust, although I know what a rogue you are. ’
• ‘ Oh, what’s the point of explaining, you wouldn’t understand anyway. ’
• ‘ Am I supposed to give you advice and teach you how to live? Am I your mother or something? ’
• ‘ It is customary, when faced with people who greet their guests with a roar and the cry that they’re going to tear you to pieces. ’
• ‘ If it wasn’t for that you’d have been out of this gate a long time ago, with my bootprint on your arse. ’
• ‘ One has to admit you can answer questions without using many words. ’
• ‘ I’m not in the habit of lying. ’
• ‘ So what am I? Cranberry pudding? ’
• ‘ You didn’t answer my question. Although… you probably did. ’
• ‘ So you are interested after all? You said things were fine as they are. ’
• ‘It’s my problem, my life and my punishment. I’ve learnt to put up with it. I’ve got used to it. If it gets worse, I’ll get used to that too. ’
• ‘ Scream your guts out. Lose your strength. And then I’ll slash your pretty little head off! ’
• ‘ You consider that an honor? I don’t. I consider it an insult. ’
• ‘ Quiet. Lower your voice. Have a care who you speak to like that. ’
• ‘ I’ve no time to waste. Winter’s coming. ’
• ‘ Women don’t have a say in my house. But, just between us, don’t do what you did during supper last time in front of her again. ’
• ‘ Destiny has many faces. Mine is beautiful on the outside and hideous on the inside. ’
• ‘ You’re talking nonsense while making wise and meaningful faces. Can’t you speak normally? ’
• ‘ I made it all the way here, hiding and running from a monstrous being that wants to murder me. ’
• ‘ Don’t get all puffed up like a frog – tell me what’s threatening you. We’ll see what can be done. ’
• ‘ To think the likes of you walk the earth. Who spawns you freaks? ’
• ‘ True Evil is something you can barely imagine, even if you believe nothing can still surprise you. And sometimes True Evil seizes you by the throat and demands that you choose between it and another, slightly lesser, Evil. ’
• ‘ I’m looking for general truths. And I’ve found one: lesser evils exist, but we can’t choose them. ’
• ‘ You’re standing on a flagstone running with blood, alone and so very lonely because you can’t choose, but you had to. ’
• ‘ Why are you looking at me like that? Yes, I deceived you. I’ll deceive anyone if I have to, why should you be special? ’
• ‘ They say silence is golden. Maybe it is, although I’m not sure it’s worth that much. It has its price certainly; you have to pay for it.  ’
• ‘I know my fate whirls about me like water in a weir. It’s hard on my heels, following my tracks, but I never look back. ’
• ‘ The world is changing. Something’s coming to an end.  ’
• ‘ The world is changing, the sun sets, and the vodka is coming to an end. What else, in your opinion, is coming to an end? ’
• ‘ I’m not feeling sorry for myself. I’m stating the facts. ’
• ‘ Something is coming to an end. Whether you like it or not, something’s coming to an end. ’
• ‘ I don’t like you mouthing banal platitudes. I don’t like your expression when you do it. What’s happening to you?  ’
• ‘ For someone who has lived such a short time, you show an astounding disdain for death. ’
• ‘An aftertaste in my mouth, dishevelled hair, sticky eyes and other morning inconveniences strongly affect my perceptive faculties. ’
• ‘ Don’t be embarrassed. I don’t faint at the sight of a naked (wo)man. One of my friends says if you’ve seen one, you’ve seen them all. ’
• ‘ You’re wont to describe it using words which I greatly dislike, lapsing into pompous sarcasm with it, something I dislike even more. ’
• ‘ They’re not too crazy about me here. They might insult me and throw stones - or do something worse. ’
• ‘ Hold me. Tighter. I’m not made of china. ’
• ‘ It’s almost as though you thought a scorpion were prettier than a spider, because it’s got such a lovely tail. ’
• ‘ What’s this all about, ____? If it’s a game, I don’t know the rules. ’
• ‘ How should I answer your question? Let’s try this: it’s none of your damned business. Does that satisfy you? ’
• ‘ Don’t reproach yourself for it – I’m not easily satisfied. Only those who are above average have managed so far. ’
• ‘ Don’t pull that face, it doesn’t suit either your good looks or your complexion. ’
• ‘ I didn’t see the scorpion amidst the flowers. I’m prepared to pay for my inattention. ’
• ‘ A pretty speech. Touching and pompous. Pity it’s in vain. ’
• ‘ I’ve promised several people here something, and I always keep my promises. Since I won’t have time to do so myself, you’ll keep those promises for me. ’
• ‘ Don’t act out a farce for me, don’t try to charm me with your hard and insolent masculinity. You are the only one to think you’re insolent and hard. ’
• ‘ You’d pay any price. You’d lick my boots. And maybe something else, too, if I unexpectedly wished to amuse myself. ’
• ‘ You have to pay. For your insolence, for the cold way you look at me, for the eyes which fish for every detail, for your stony face and sarcastic tone of voice. ’
• ‘ To put it simply, you stated that a self-respecting man shouldn’t ever call a professional harlot a whore because it’s base and repugnant, while using the word whore to describe a woman one has never knocked off or paid any money for doing so, is childish and punishable. ’
• ‘ I don’t like grand words. I’m greatly, shall we say, fascinated by her/him. ’
• ‘ I’d have expected anything but to… What made you do it, ___ ? Why… Why me?’
• ‘ You’ve condemned yourself. Condemned yourself to me. ’
• ‘ I don’t like grand words, and it’s impossible to give it a name without using grand words. ’

Hey, hey. do you like vicious, slightly psychotic genetic experiments? Do you like gritty, self-medicating turks who know that the only way out of their job is through a bullet and a shallow grave? Meet Rem!  due to my blog being deleted by tumblr, i’ve had to start over. reblog/like/follow if you’d be interested in interacting with a ffvii oc. 10+ years experience on several platforms.