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ASK MEME:      DEICIDE,      THE GARAGES.

deicide: the act of killing a god or gods, known or unknown, accidental or deliberate.

we clean our hands, and there is no residue.

there is no blood because there is no guilt.

you are no better than me.

i thought i heard your laughter.

when i turned around to find you, you were gone.

i thought it would be us forever, together against the world. but here i am, standing alone.

ashes is all that remains.

please, don’t leave me behind.

one day, i’ll see you again, i promise you.

if i do not believe that, then i cannot believe that anything will change until i’m dead.

if we don’t fight back now, i don’t know if we will.

you might’ve killed me once, but you won’t get that chance again.

i’m gonna roast you like inferno roasts with hate — with unbearable pain.

reality is changing.

step up to the plate.

i won’t be your tool again.

this is my redemption arc. i will be redeemed.

it’s time for bloodshed.

godspeed, you beautiful bastards.

i’m switching in and out of my daydreams.

they served us all our heads on a spike.

i’m not here for you, though i have so much to avenge.

i can’t conceal my anger, and i have no love for you.

i don’t know if i’ll die.

fine. won’t waste my fucking time.

what do you know about fairness?

if the last few years were proof enough, then you and i both know what’s on our minds.

is this a hostile takeover?

no one will die in your name but you.

there’s nothing like a god to make you feel small.

could you tell me what on earth it’ll take to get back to the way things used to be? to get back to me?

i’ve been making deals with the devil you can’t see.

you’re not the only one who gets to make plans.

if i don’t kill you the first time, i will kill you the second time.

it’s been really tough, but this too shall pass.

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—         ask meme      :      THIS IS HOW YOU LOSE THE TIME WAR,   MAX GLADSTONE & AMAL EL-MOHTAR.   pronouns / tenses changed in some places.

twice is coincidence. three times is enemy action.

killing gets easier with practice, in mechanics and technique. having killed never does.

you know — just as i’ve known, since our eyes met — that we have unfinished business.

it’s been so long since i last started a new conversation.

we knew one another as one knows a childhood dream.

our glorious crystal future shines so bright i gotta wear shades, as the prophets say.

i’d walk a swath of rot through your verdancy, no matter how light i tried to step.

it grieves me to think you’d make a boring poker player. but then i imagine you’d cheat, and that’s a comfort.

let me tell you what you have told me, speaking plain: you could have killed me, but didn’t.

tell me something true, or tell me nothing at all.

there’s a kind of time travel in letters, isn’t there?

do i have you still? do i address empty air and the flies that will eat this carcass?

if we’re to be at war, we might as well entertain each other.

that’s what we treasure. that’s us, always: the volcano and the wave.

hunger, ___ — to sate a hunger or to stoke it, to feel hunger as a furnace, to trace its edges like teeth — is this a thing you, singly, know?

have you ever had a hunger that whetted itself on what you fed it, sharpened so keen and bright that it might split you open, break a new thing out? sometimes i think that’s what i have instead of friends.

this is a place i love, and hate myself for loving.

i was the only person on that tiny rock, and i made the world go dark.

i wanted to be seen. that need dug into the heart of me.

i was light, hollowed, hungry.

have you been lonely?

you place each stone expecting it may do many things. a confession is also a dare is also a compulsion.

i have observed friendship as one observes high holy days.

harvest is not a word for swiftness; the future harvests us, stomps us into wine, and we grow stronger and more potent together.

what i return to, the me-ness that i know as pure, inescapable self... is hunger.

i love cities. to be alone in a crowd, apart and belonging, to have distance between what i see and what i am.

shit. i’m sorry. i can’t keep up the joke. and it’s wrong to call you enemy.

i am more sensitive to your footsteps, i think, than anyone alive.

this letter is a knife at my neck, if cutting’s what you want.

i see you as a wave, as a bird, as a wolf. i try not to think of you the same way twice.

i have built a you within me, or you have. i wonder what of me there is in you.

you’ve whetted me like a stone.

i remember bright light, and then — hunger. hunger that was turning me inside out, hunger in the most primal way imaginable, hunger that obliterated every other thing.

i was only my own body, only my own senses, only a girl whose parents were running to her because she had a bad dream.

this feels like teetering on the brink of something that will unmake me. but i trust you.

there was, i am sure, a time i did not know you. or did i dream that me, as i’ve so often dreamed of you?

i want to be a body for you.

i sought loneliness when i was young. but when i think of you, i want to be alone together.

i want to be a context for you, and you for me.

i love you, and i love you, and i want to find out what that means together.

this is me, the truth of me: broken open, in the palm of your hand, dying.

you must feel it — the difference? we’re on the brink of something.

i would rather break the world than lose you.

i’ll be all the poets. i’ll kill them all and take each one’s place in turn, and every time love’s written it will be to you.

how could you die like this? how could you die at all?

sometimes you have to hold a person, though they’ll mistake embrace for strangulation.

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—   ask meme   :   THE AMAZING DEVIL,   THE HORROR AND THE WILD (2020).

i know the kindest thing is to leave you alone.

i’ve run out of words.

i could try to calm you down, but i know you won’t.

i’ll darn you back together when you think that you’re bereft.

i’ll never stop ‘cause it’s all that i have left.

i pray to god it’s the kindest thing.

it all comes down to you.

you watch the stars hurl all their fundaments at you and yours, forever asking more.

you are that space that’s in between every page, every cord, every screen.

they thought us blind. we were just blinking.

all the stones and kings of old will hear us screaming at the cold.

remember me, remember me, remember me, remember me.

give me back my heart, you wingless thing.

think of all the horrors that i promised you i’d bring.

witness me, old man. i am the wind.

i am time itself, i slow to let you play. i steal the hours and turn the night into day.

without you, i’m stronger.

this time, we’re done for.

let’s hide under the covers. we don’t know what’s out there.

the candle we lit, we’ll use to burn this whole place to the ground.

what’s it like? it’s just like falling snow.

i’ll be with you all along, as long as you are kind.

just because i left doesn’t mean that i’m not still there.

how could you leave me here?

hey, darling, hey.

i’m the hardest goodbye that you’ll ever have to say.

i promise you i’ll be better. i promise you i’ll try.

like rubbing wine stains into rugs it’s my curse, to try and make it right, but by trying make it worse.

our gods have abandoned us, left us.

goodbye to all my darkness. there’s nothing here but light.

i try so hard to make you laugh at me.

it’s not fair. it’s not fair how much i love you.

how unreasonably in love i am with everything you do.

i’ve seen enough, i know exactly what i want and it’s this life that we’ve created.

dear heart, it’s me, it’s me. you don’t need to pretend to be someone you’re not.

for some godforsaken reason, i’m still here, like i’ve always been before.

you try so loud to love me, but i cannot seem to hear.

can’t you hear that scratching? there’s something at the door.

be good to me.

that unwanted animal wants nothing more than to get out.

if we join our hands in prayer enough, to god i imagine it all starts to sound like applause.

you couldn’t lie then, and you sure as hell can’t lie to me now.

i’m at the brink, don’t laugh.

who died and made you king of it all?

you’ve a knack for applause from the back of the stalls but you lack the conviction to look at me straight and say yes.

look at me as you say this, don’t look at your phone.

we’d laugh at the ghosts of our fears.

god knows how you dragged us both into the darkness that grows.

leave without a fight. i won’t let you turn our last night into this.

this isn’t a break up, it’s a season finale.

now, at the end of all things, i’m not going to scream, beat my chest at the wind. i’m doing fine.

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—   ask meme   :   MABEL,   a podcast by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.   episodes 23 (bull in the maze) & 24 (coalescence).

i’ve been cultivating unkindness. i’ve been cultivating a lot of things — i’m a fertile field, it turns out — but unkindness is the most interesting.

it is unkind of me to try and play a trick on you.

i can hear everything, warped and distorted but broadcast somehow.

i can’t dig you out; i can’t reach my fingers deep enough inside my own brain, inside my own ribcage.

without you, divorced from even the idea of you, i have no substance, no form.

you are the antithesis that gives me definition.

another tragic love story, who needs that?

tragedy is the point.

do you think you have a monopoly on anger?

i’m not really anything like a person.

i love you and love you and love you, just as i am gone and gone and gone.

i can’t imagine a version of myself that would not love you.

i dream of you. sometimes in my dreams you are singing. sometimes you’re raging at me.

don’t leave me.

i killed someone. i killed someone.

i’ll set myself on fire to give you light.

i don’t want you to be lost. i don’t want you to be stuck. i just want you to be free, and joyous, and buoyant.

i woke up needing you, you artery ripped loose from me, all bloody and twining.

time rattles on its hinges.

i’ve come to barter.

do you think i’m as fickle as a human?

are those matches? what do you think you’re doing?

i do not have time for this. you can be angry at me later, you can scream and rage at me when you’re not in danger anymore.

am i the martyr or are you?

there are other ways to get me to shut up, you know.

i believe you. i always believe you.

you’re always so right. it must be such a burden.

i must hate you, is that it? that’s why i did all this, because i want you gone.

i am with you because i want to be. that’s all.

i will love you like a fire loves a forest.

time has made liars and cheats of us all.

i will make a bullet of my mouth. i will make a knife of my heart.

you think you are the monster at the end of this book?

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—   ask meme   :   THE CRANE WIVES,   FOXLORE (2016).

happy is the man who wants for nothing.

do you ever feel nothing at all?

i talk in my sleep.

i’ve been wishing that you’d prove me wrong.

restore my faith in you.

sure, you can forget about all the things you’ve done, but what about the rest of us?

you were never the one to suffer.

the dust never settles when you’re around.

no one gave up a rib for me and mine.

oh, my ugly organs, how lucky we are.

the dark doesn’t frighten me. i chose to close my eyes.

it’s time to learn to be more forgiving of yourself.

you can’t be always trying to dig up what you’ve already buried.

when have you ever known the world to be a fair place?

there’s a fire in my brain and i’m burning up.

every word i say is kindling, but the smoke clears when you’re around.

won’t you stay with me, my darling, when this house don’t feel like home?

the devil’s after both of us.

make a mercy out of me.

won’t you stay with me, my darling, when the war starts in my heart?

tell me i am good enough.

turn out the lights on your racing mind.

what good has ever come of it? what answers will you find?

i cut straight to the heart.

i don’t believe the pretty little things that you say.

don’t buy me flowers. it pains me to watch pretty little things wilt away.

there are lessons in life no one should have to learn.

i am not brave.

just because i know what i am supposed to do now, doesn’t mean i know how.

you kissed my mouth. you pushed me out.

i won’t be afraid of all the things i’ve wanted.

hold your light to the darkness in my head.

put your ear to my heart or set your teeth against my throat.

my darling, the devil knows my name.

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—   ask meme   :   THE CRANE WIVES,   COYOTE STORIES (2015).

when i was a child my nerves ran wild.

nothing worth doing comes easy.

no amount of fear will keep you safe.

what if the steps i take turn out to be mistakes?

i could have been anyone, anyone else.

i loved you like the sun.

name your courage now.

i want to feel the fire that you kept from me.

i swear i didn’t mean what i said. i swear i didn’t mean it.

are we allies or enemies?

are we allies or enemies? this will be the death of me.

remember when i could tell you not to smile when you were mad? and you would always crack, and we’d both be laughing in the end.

all is fair in love and war, but i can’t fight with you anymore.

what happens now? do we have another go? do we bow out and take our separate roads?

i want to be let in, not out.

my love is gone and i am left unraveling.

i never knew that i needed you.

i’m one deep breath away from a breakdown.

the world is hostile and i’m fragile and i need someone to kiss the cuts and tell me to keep trying.

does everybody have it together or are we all pretending?

i rip myself apart at the seams.

you can’t trust a single thing i say.

i’ve gotten good at making up metaphors. i’ve gotten good at stretching the truth out of shape.

all these words are sweet and meaningless.

i swear that i loved you. i swear.

i hear something calling me.

on some level i think i always understood that these hands of mine were clumsy, not clever.

try as i might, i couldn’t bring myself to hold you.

this heart of mine is guilty, not remorseful.

a ship could never really love an anchor.

you are someone i have loved but never known.

i am selfish, i am broken, i am cruel. i am all the things they might have said to you.

do you ever think of me and my two hands and wonder why they never had the chance to lose you?

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—   ask meme   :   THE CRANE WIVES,   THE FOOL IN HER WEDDING GOWN (2012).

who have you become in the wake of all that’s happened here?

it’s okay. my love will fall with grace.

how long is forever?

are you so sure you tamed me?

i am ready to run.

ain’t it a shame with time our dreams turned into jokes?

don’t just watch me go, you fool.

it’s not you i’m leaving. are you listening?

if you woke and i was gone from the house that we made our home, would it bend you, break you, overtake your heart?

the only peace i have ever known is the peace i made with you.

if i were someone else, would this be easier?

please tell me someday i’ll at least be able to sleep.

i’m at a loss for better plans.

red sky morning, lover’s warning.

may the whole sky fall.

tell me, tell me what you see.

i gave you everything i had, and now i want it back.

i saw your breath, you bastard.

you made this bed now. sleep in it slowly if you can.

i am not one to live with regret.

i’ve grown a mouth so sharp and cruel, it’s all that i can give to you my dear.

i know that you mean so well, but i am not a vessel for your good intent.

abandon all your stupid dreams about the girl i could have been.

i will ruin you. it’s a habit, i can’t help it.

if you’re fine with that, you can be mine.

i tried it your way, you tried it mine.

remember you’re the one that gave up when my blood runs dry.

you could still carry me away, but you’d leave me here to die.

it’s a promise i’m making that i don’t actually believe.

i’ll never be able to close that door.

am i the only thing that keeps you safe when the light is gone?

i’ll sing you songs till the darkness does recede.

will you forget about your love for me?

those of us who vow never to love again are making liars out of honest men.

the heart is just a muscle with a rhythm all its own.

love’s the only thing worth being alive for.

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—   ask meme   :   THE CRANE WIVES,   SAFE SHIP, HARBORED (2011).

you won’t find me where you left me.

you can’t have it all.

my mind’s made up though my head still aches.

i will drown for you.

swallow my heart whole.

i am not afraid of anything.

i have half a mind to climb up in the sky and hide myself inside the moon.

don’t tell me that i can’t.

i need this so damn bad.

i give up my sight to see. i give up my air to breathe.

so you got bad in your blood.

there goes your good day. there’s the night on a noose.

it’s a losing battle, so why are you still fighting?

are you sleeping?

leave your doubt at the door.

don’t you take another step.

watch me give up, honey.

where does your faith fall?

i am a safe ship, harbored.

i’ll always wonder what’s across the tossing ocean.

don’t waste your blessings on me.

turn your ghosts into mine.

sell my sorry soul.

my dreams keep digging up the bones of memories.

my body’s aching like a knocked-down drag out.

my poor heart is an open wound.

come, my dear, and be a part of my home.

i will crawl like a sinner to be at your feet.

there is no more room in your heart for me.

kiss me quick, steal every secret i keep.

you can have anything that you want from me.

there’s blood in the water.

i’m nobody’s daughter.

i pray when it’s done, when it’s through, i’ll have something left for you.

can anyone hear me?

i am a pretty young thing. i am consumed with selfish wanting.

you put me in the ground but i ain’t done.

i have all the time i need to repent my wicked deeds.

you’re the shadow cast by me.

by morning there were no survivors.

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—   ask meme   :   MABEL,   a podcast by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.   episodes 08 (the freeze) through 12 (asterion).

if the house is a heart, you’re the hook cut through it.

you’re the only person i could get through to on my cell.

i knew it was you, but it was like looking in a mirror, too; i could never quite be sure which one of us was speaking.

i feel strange. not completely real. disconnected from my body, disconnected from my thoughts.

if the house is a heart, i’m its blood.

once upon a time we were strangers. we’d never even heard one another’s names. now we’re something else.

maybe i should be more afraid. maybe.

do you think there’s a process that a place goes through to become holy? a sanctifying alteration? if there is, i think it’s happening here.

if you don’t come with me now, i can’t protect you.

you’ll die alone.

sometimes, when i look at you, i think that i am looking at a piece of my own soul.

i want to unpick you like stitches, to see what makes you run — but i won’t.

this is what they say: it is not uncommon for us to want to eat what we love.

my mother taught me many things but she did not teach me this.

where does it come from, the thread that ties us together?

you laughed and i fell in love with you there.

i love you, stone in my shoe. i love only you. only you. only ever you.

you were a person, a true thing, not a figment or a fragment or a piece of history.

i took a shower to wash all that red paint off me, and then i called you.

she didn’t deserve to die alone.

everyone in the whole world should be bowing their heads. don’t they understand what’s happened?

time is strange in hospitals. reality is strange.

you can’t get rid of me.

i miss you. it feels like a piece of me has been torn out. it hurts. it’s physical.

there are so many moments when the world rips out from under you.

i know it’s late. i hope i didn’t... i had a nightmare.

is this survivor’s guilt?

every time i dream about you, you’re leading me somewhere.

theseus makes his way back to safety and says hey, ariadne, come with me, i owe you big time. and this is what they call love.

i’m not ariadne, i’m not theseus, i’m not the minotaur. if i’m anyone in this story, i’m the ball of twine.

i’m not a hero, but i’m not nobody either. i’m not strong or brave or particularly smart, but i’m here, here in the dark with you.

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—   ask meme   :   MABEL,   a podcast by becca de la rosa and mabel martin.   episodes one (the letters) through seven (king in the labyrinth).

i’m going into the ground for you.

i know you’re real, you’re right there — only you aren’t, you’re not even close.

you know some of my secrets, i know some of your secrets.

you hear me, so i’m real. at least a tiny bit.

if i met myself on the street, would i know me?

you with your distance, you with your high ground.

there’s too much white noise in our heads.

i’m making you an accomplice in this. i’m making you culpable.

live inside yourself for long enough and you’ll start seeing anything external, anything even remotely out of the ordinary, as a sign.

nothing can we call our own but death, and that small model of the barren earth which serves as paste and cover to our bones.

there’s something a bit fairy tale about it.

i didn’t tell you this before, but you were in my dream last night.

it’s a weird feeling to miss someone you never even met.

you know how sounds get stuck in the walls of old houses.

i think about it and it’s like my ribs close up on themselves. like my heart forgets how to pump blood.

we’re microscopic. we disappear so easily.

have fun, but never, ever let your guard down.

life is unfair. life has no obligation to be fair.

i’ll tell you, and then the spell will be broken. the princess will walk out of the tower.

it used to be interesting, and then, like everything else, the slow march of time killed it.

you cannot have this one last piece of myself that i have kept.

i am not moon and mirror, i am flesh and bone.

you have to follow the rules, you invented the rules. you have to follow them.

i used to talk to the girl in the mirror when i was a child, all the time. i knew, always, that she and i weren’t the same. i knew that her face wasn’t mine.

catharsis. god knows i’m due for some, right?

have you ever seen a moon so red it made your blood look white?

there’s more than one way to kill someone.

i am not myself. i don’t think i’ve been my real self for a very long time.

we’re bad gods. we let all our works rot into the ground.

the house isn’t haunted, but it is a haunting, in itself. it remembers everything.

you have to tell it who’s in charge and make it fear you. and then it will listen. isn’t that how you get anything done?

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—   ask meme   :   THE MECHANISMS,   ULYSSES DIES AT DAWN.

___ dies at dawn. at least, that’s the word on the street.

now listen up, ‘cause we’ve got a labyrinthine twisted task of a tale to tell and if you don’t keep up, you might get lost.

currently beaten, battered, bloody, unbowed.

you might ask how we came to such a pass.

deep in my cups and my whiskey, sometimes the screaming will cease.

i wonder if devils get nightmares of all of their victims as well.

within a week, all was ripping and rending and tearing and blood.

what’s the code to the vault, asshole?

when the inevitable reality of death is so unpleasant, you better believe people will do anything to avoid it.

wasn’t a great plan. just got drunk and walked in.

ain’t nobody gonna stop me.

my name is no-one, and i ain’t got nothing to lose.

you’re probably hungry for a bit more description around now, and i’m afraid you’ll have to remain so, as we know little more.

take a pause, find another cause. this will end in your fall.

whoever you be, if you threaten me, i can warn you will feel my wrath.

come my way and stay my honey.

lay your body down next to me.

there are a couple of jobs you gotta do first. prove your loyalty.

he embraced me close and asked if i would rather live forever or die.

immortality’s expensive.

what? what the fuck did you do?

let’s not quibble about who killed who.

if they won’t retreat, flood the fucking street. shoot them in the feet if they try to run away.

i’m not a gambling man. i don’t know how to play this hand i was dealt by force.

i always trusted in your plan. i was dumb like that.

i never act on wrath’s command, but i know you do.

in your mind, the horror’s too entwined.

i need my love back, whatever the cost.

i have to die?

the city shall be ours.

there was no love there, my heartstrings long since cut.

i won’t let you kill me.

i will escape this city, leave its rotten edifice behind.

no one shall pull me from my slumber.

i have found my heart’s last calling.

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—   ask meme   :   RICHARD SIKEN,   THE LONG AND SHORT OF IT.

you have been watched from a distance for some time now and now you are being watched from even farther away.

you’d like to believe it’s true. who wouldn’t?

just because a thing’s invisible doesn’t mean it doesn’t exist.

you close your eyes and nothing happens.

let me in, i’m still here, hello hello, you know me, you know...

i could pretend i’m speaking to everyone — assume a middle distance and transcend myself — but i’m talking to you and you know it.

where did you just go?

it doesn’t always matter where we are but here i am and i say hello.

you would like it here. maybe you would like it here. i think that maybe you would like it here.

when i try to guess your trajectory i end up telling my own story.

i love you sideways daily.

i’ve been rereading your story. i think it’s about me in a way that might not be flattering, but that’s okay.

we dream and dream of being seen as we really are and then finally someone looks at us and sees us truly and we fail to measure up.

sometimes you get so close to someone you end up on the other side of them.

so here we are again: me being here and you being off the map.

do you have a human soul and can you prove it?

a robot can do the math. a robot can spit out an answer. people, they make it up as they go along.

i had a tape recorder. i poked and prodded.

i’ve been warned that i’m not supposed to threaten or beg for pieces of someone’s soul.

you said if people wanted to change the world, they would.

too bad for them. i want something else.

you know how i am. i push too hard. i get ahead of myself.

i’m learning how to be gentle.

love, love, go ahead and have another plate of it, it doesn’t run out.

of course, i wonder if you love me back, which is, really, besides the point.

sure, we invent each other. we agreed to that a long time ago.

here is a place for it to happen. a place where i can love you.

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   HAYLEY WILLIAMS,   PETALS FOR ARMOR.

rage is a quiet thing.

rage, is it in our veins?

there’s so many ways to give in.

oh, how to draw the line between wrath and mercy?

if my child needed protection from a fucker like that man, i’d sooner gut him.

nothing cuts like a mother.

wrap yourself in petals for armor.

don’t nobody tell me that god doesn’t have a sense of humor.

the truth’s a killer, but i can’t leave it alone.

who else am i gonna lose before i am ready?

i’m not lonely. i am free.

you’re not a threat to me.

too much of anything, you’ll never know how to quit.

don’t look in my eyes.

i wanted him to kiss me.

every morning i wake up from a dream of you.

is that a dream or a memory?

when i said goodbye, i hope you cried.

little wrinkle by your eye, i never noticed until right now.

i can remember wolves at your heels.

all of your good and your evil, well, babe, you can leave it with me.

i am beside you, famine or fire.

who could take your place? who could take mine?

we stay safe together.

if there’s resistance, it makes you stronger. it’s not the end.

i have seen your body and i have seen your beauty.

what do i care, and what do you care if i grow?

he loves me now, he loves me not.

i will not become a thorn in my own side.

i can break through the earth, come out soft and wild.

i’ve spent a while on the stranger side of your door.

how do you sound? what do you look like now?

i can’t seem to remember why we ever felt we had to say goodbye.

i just wanna talk about it. sorry for freaking out.

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   THE MECHANISMS,   TALES TO BE TOLD I & II.

her soul was made of steel.

a thousand men have tried and failed to bring him to the ground.

she died with a smile on her lips.

tell me, how would you feel about killing a few folk?

you’ll barely even notice that they’re dead.

ain’t no other way that our story could end.

i know that in your heart you only ever did what was best for me.

i don’t need a father anymore.

the doctor gave an interesting prescription - let’s see if i can remember. oh yeah, half an ounce of lead to be injected directly into the brain. and it wasn’t a prescription for me.

i’m moved by your tale of doomed romance. i know how that feels.

all things come at a price.

ugh. why is it always immortality?

such violence can’t last.

few can take a dying world and still with beauty fill it.

i told them to drop dead.

my blood is cold, but my heart is beating like a drum.

i’m not sure what’s going on, but i came here with a question, and i’m going to find the answer if it kills me.

i’d hoped not to find you here, ___.

we’re in danger. everyone is in danger. but i know what we need to do.

they say that ___ escaped. his corpse was never found.

you’ve got a golden tongue and a mind weaves deceit like fine thread.

we don’t deceive. we just twist the way that they perceive.

ambition can turn to pride, turn to hubris.

leave now and crawl back on your knees, because you are nothing without me.

i’ll weave my dream reality.

your death is just bad luck, of course. the streets are so dangerous, and random violence happens all the time.

it doesn’t matter what you weave if you’re caught in a web before you even begin.

oh, my love, what madness can this be?

killing me ain’t gonna do you no good.

it’s funny, i might’ve believed you if you’d said that a while ago. but things have changed.

it is a truth often forgotten that the end is very rarely the end.

there’s nothing left for me but you.

i won’t leave you.

[rosources]

—   ask meme   :   THE MECHANISMS,   HIGH NOON OVER CAMELOT.

avengers or conquerors, who’s to say?

my hand is fate, my word is law, and you will fear me.

you will fear me.

draw your gun.

don’t try to play me at this game. you’re doomed to failure.

do it, you piece of shit.

there ain’t no hope for us.

no one’s coming. we’re all gonna die.

on that day, ___ conceived a monstrous hate.

i hear what you say and i’m listening, but your words make no sense.

a bullet is all they deserve.

you may yet save your world.

i have all those i trust around me. this world’s hard and i must be too. there’s none of that trust left for you.

well son, that’s a hell of a story.

one died instantly. the other started screaming, and didn’t stop until his own death a few months later.

oh my loves, raise a glass to those we leave behind.

if we’re not returning from this damn fool quest, then tonight let’s drown our sorrows down with whiskey.

___, you’re my stars, ___, you’re my night.

i love you, but you stink to hell of whiskey.

i can’t shake the feeling we’re not coming back again.

we’re not pure of heart, but we’re sure of aim.

there’s nothing here but fear and death.

we use a knife, they use a gun, and each will kill the other one.

i’ve no use for your fairy tale.

your childish quest is doomed to fail.

we can do without this constant death.

i’ll defend you to my dying breath.

say what you want about faith, but it can have powerful effects on those who have it.

and then death and bloodshed were all that i heard.

oh, peacemaker, where you gonna run to?

is this your end?

as my cheeks grew warm with tears and blood, so too my heart grew cold.

is your world so empty? just friend or foe?

not in my darkest dreams could i have ever felt this savage joy.

in each heart love warred with greed.

we looked each other in the eye and knew that love had won.

you’re the once and future king.