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[amzarashi]

i think you left an ache in me that refuses to go away. it’s there even after all this time. i cradle it close to my chest and shower it with the leftover love i have for you which doesn’t look like it will ever run out. i wish we could go back in time and start over. i wish we stayed just friends. i wish i didn’t know the feel of your hand in mine or how an unfamiliar warmth would seep into my bones when you smiled at me. i was never cold when i was with you. you were like the sun and i was icarus; foolish and naive and heads over heels. i wish i could rewrite it. i wish things didn’t turn out like this. we were stupid kids. stupid and reckless but i wouldn’t trade any of those moments we shared because nothing else can compare. believe me, i’ve tried. i’ve been trying ever since i met you to fall in love with someone else so the inevitable won’t hurt. yet, it did. it still does. no matter what i do the ache never dulls. it stays there and taunts me. i wish we never met. that our paths never crossed. that we remained strangers. that none of those things that culminated in me kissing you happened. because then it would be okay. it wouldn’t hurt this much. if i hadn’t met you i wouldn’t have craved the softness that i chase now. you joke about me loving tenderness, but dearest, i never did before i stumbled upon you. i try to replicate your touch and i fail. it hurts all over. you understand the pain in a way no one did and yet there was no pity. i miss that. i wish we could go back to what we used to be, but i don’t think that’s possible and i’m learning to make peace with it.

[aaronswarncr]

[undomielle]

Greek mythology: The Muses “In ancient Greek religion and mythology, the Muses are the inspirational goddesses of literature, science, and the arts. They were considered the source of the knowledge embodied in the poetry, lyric songs, and myths that were related orally for centuries in ancient Greek culture.”

[11x11pm]

he wanted to be stopped, to be dragged back, to be sent back home... but he was home. hogwarts was the first and best home he had known.

                                                                                 harry potter series writ. j.k. [redacted]

[ruilian]

you're the weak one and you'll never know love or friendship and I feel sorry for you

[annbeth]

“I’m not a criminal,” Wylan protested.  Kaz had cast him an almost pitying look. “No, you’re a flautist who fell in with b a d  c o m p a n y.” 

[juliakaze]

Draco Dormiens Nunquam Titillandus

[mahhtans]

@fandomaestheticnet spooky event » the grim reaper

it is he who wanders the desolate veil between the worlds and the one who plucks up souls whose vibrancy has dulled over time

[padmeamdala]

newblood: 1/2 favorite characters · · · annabeth chase

[adanseys]

— prologue, the raven king

[jakeperaulta]

What Lurks In The Dark

six of crows au: kaz meets inej

The first thing that hit Kaz, when he swept aside the soft velvet drapes,was the smell. It was a sickening waft of nightingales, white blossoms and cherries that wheedled its way through his lungs and left a drunken haze in his mind, but the stench of decay from the Reaper's Barge still lingered like an unwanted visitor. What was the Barrel's remained the Barrel's, Kaz thought grimly, and The Menegrie could try its hardest to escape it, but it could not outrun its own sordid reputation.

However,Kaz had only come for business and he, of all the podges festering in Ketterdam, could not care less about what darkness lurked in the shadows of a brothel.

The balconies were a chaos of blood roses and the walls dripped with gilded tapestries and Kaz imagined, for a moment, how it would feel to see it all burn to the ground.Exhilarating, he thought darkly, the sensation of skin, already starting to crawl up in his neck, spinning his mind like a carousel. The sick knots in his stomach only worsened when he heard the rustle of bells that jingled against ankles as the girls moved. He gripped his cane tightly and breathed out shakily and gradually the memory of Jordie buried itself and in its place left an angry gash cut into his palm by the jagged edges of the crow head.

He scowled, wondering for the thousandth time, if he should've just sent Anika for the scutwork. She was new to the Dregs, docile and naive as the next mark but Kaz knew if he wanted to persuade Tante Helene to slip out the secrets whispered to her girls by men of power and lust in their nights under the sheets, he needed to be the one to make the deal.

He shouldered through the layers of curtains leading to the parlour; he could hear giggling and whispering and the sharp sensation of being watched.

" Why doesn't he ever take off those horrid gloves?" a low voice murmured.

"I bet his fingers are long and nimble, like a pianist. I'd love for him to take them off."

"Shh! Are you serious Katya?! He's called Dirtyhands for a reason!"

"Gracious! You think such a pretty face has done such horrible things?"

Oh, I have , he thought.

The myth of Dirty hands had been Kaz's own doing and it had become his puppet, his stepping stone to what he wanted. All he had to was give a thread and the city would weave itself a twisted tale to tell and by Ghezen, it would become a reckoning.

Kaz's mind shifted back to an old red door and lemon tree and his hand clenched around his cane once more.

And then I'll pay my debt

Suddenly, from the shadows he heard the barest of whispers,"I can help you," and felt fingers grip his shoulder and before his mind even caught up, he stiffened but didn't turn around. He cocked his head to the right and spared a stealing glance.

And blinked slowly; it was a small Suli girl, with skin the colour of burnt caramel, her face painted to an overwhelming extravagance and her ankles wreathed with the shiniest bells he had ever seen.

He regarded her for a silent moment, taking in her timid yet fluid stance and her quivering hands, before walking away without a further glance. His feet carried him purposely down the dim, sullen hallway but his mind had started wandering,tethered back to the mysterious girl, turning her image over in his head again and again. He heard the faint sound of feet moving upstairs, the scratches of a rat somewhere in the wall and he saw himself speak to a boy dressed in ebony, shadowing the threshold.

"What business?" the boy drawled.

"Your mistress has new information, I hear."

He grinned sharply,"And you, Kaz Brekker, I've heard, hear everything."

If that's the case, Kaz thought, then why didn't I hear a brown, Suli girl with bells at her feet.

[amzarashi]

the first time it happened, we fought. i had a bruise forming on my hands from where i’d banged it against the wall, and you looked livid because i never take care of myself. don’t hurt yourself, you said. it’s not worth it. and i laughed it off.

a week later you kissed the girl i liked and asked if i wanted to know what she tasted like. my heart beat a mile a minute, a wild rabbit running from danger, and i looked at the hurt in me all confused. am i sad that you kissed her or that she kissed you? do i even have the right to be sad in the first place? i still haven’t found the answer to that question, but all i know is that i got on my tip toes and kissed you. you taste like cigarettes and cheap alcohol and i wonder if this is how she tasted like and whether this is all i’ll get to have. to act like it doesn’t hurt when i see you shower love onto others after you make sure no one notices me sneaking away with you. to act like it doesn’t hurt when you treat me like your secret. i stop thinking when you bite and tug at my bottom lip. it’s a familiar routine from here: bruised knees, sore throat, and shame that settles heavily in the bottom of my stomach.

here’s the thing about being with someone who likes someone else: you see me and picture the girl you want and i see you and wish that i could be a little less me. we’ve been playing this game for a while now and i hate how much i like it. because it’s all you’ll let me have and i’m selfish and greedy and i don’t know how to be anything else.

[hansjisung-nolonger]

@perseusnet​ ··– percy’s birthday week, day seven       · · · happy birthday percy !!        “hercules huh?” percy frowned, “that guy was like the starbucks of ancient greece, everywhere you go, there he is.”

[undomielle]

Greek Goddesses: Selene "The Titan goddess of the moon. She was depicted as a woman riding sidesaddle on a horse or driving a chariot drawn by a pair of winged steeds. Her lunar sphere or crescent was either a crown set upon her head or the fold of a raised, shining cloak. She was sometimes said to drive a team of oxen and her lunar crescent was likened to a pair of bull’s horns."

[11x11pm]

do you belong in gryffindor, slytherin, ravenclaw, or perhaps hufflepuff?                                               choose carefully.                                                                                                 hogwarts houses ft. van gogh

[ruilian]