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I can’t be any other way but delicate.

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Cuter possessive/jealous meme

(Not meant to be a knock on the more angsty possessive memes, I just thought I’d make one that’s less triggering/disturbing. :) )

“i just don’t want you to get hurt”

“did you see the way they looked at you?”

“if they bother you again let me know and i’ll fuck them up”

“you don’t see it, but they’re definitely into you”

“i’m sorry, i just can’t help being a little jealous”

“so, uh… who, uh, who is that person? they keep texting you…”

“i’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“i like the marks you left. they remind me that i’m yours.”

“do you like the marks i left?”

“i just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“is it bad if i hate that they can spend so much time with you and I can’t?”

“you are my everything.”

“i can’t help wanting to protect you from them”

“they hurt you, and i’m going to hurt them back”

“i’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again”

“if they so much as look at you wrong, i’ll knock their lights out”

“no, i’m not hoarding pictures of you! that would be weird!”

“the pillow still smells like you… oh that’s a weird thing to say holy shit”

“you should consider coming over here and just, uh, not ever leaving”

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slides the dash $2 …….. ship with me

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When you've never seen BATB before and people freak out on you.... I know, I know I'm a terrible person..

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SEND MY MUSE ONE OF THE FOLLOWING

cheers-and-ballyhoo:

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“You. Me. Cuddle. Now.”

“Don’t move, I just got comfy.”

“I’m scared, hold me!”

“I bit my lip. Will you kiss it better?”

“Tickle war has been declared!”

“Bunny pyjamas, really?”

“I’ve never seen so many kittens in one place.”

“Come on, just one bite.”

“How do you accidentally buy sixty birthday cakes?”

“I never imagined you were so… ticklish.”

“You’re so huggable.”

“You’re under arrest for being too cute. Put your hands where I can hold them.”

“Have you fallen asleep on me?”

“Am I dead?”

“Another one?”

“And what if I don’t?”

“Are you afraid of God?”

“Are you crazy?”

“Are you lost?”

“Are you really that shallow?”

“Are you sure it’s okay?”

“Are you sure there were no…

“How do you really feel about me?”

“Can’t you pretend to love me this once?”

“Would you care if I was gone?”

“Don’t you know the hell I go through to keep you safe?”

“I can’t take this any longer. Help me.”

“Deep down, you’re scared. Aren’t you?”

“You’ll stay alone if you push others away.”

“How many lives have you taken with your own hands?”

“Just for today. Please.”

“You’re the only one who’s never called me that…”

“We can make it work! Let’s run away together, you and me!”

“I… have loved you this whole time.”

“Treat me as you see fit. I’ll still protect you. It’s my role after all.”

“Maybe it’s too much for me to expect kindness.”

“You give me meaning, even if you take it away.”

“Please… hold me. Don’t say anything, just… hold me.”

“Woah, when did you get that?”

“Who did this to you?”

“How many time have I told you to be more careful?”

“You’re saying this was an accident?”

“What a shiner!”

“If you look like this, I’d hate to see the other guy.”

“I’m not buying it, you don’t walk into a door and get a bruise like that!”

“Does it hurt when I touch it?”

“Let me kiss it better.”

“If you don’t rest, you won’t heal.”

“Another fight?”

“What happened to your face?”

“I don’t think your arm is meant to bend like that…”

“Let’s get you to bed.”

“Let’s get you to the hospital.”

“Why are you so calm about this?”

“You’re bleeding!”

“What are friends for, ey?”

“So, instead of helping you, they ran off the moment they saw what was happening?”

“You need to look where you’re going.”

“I’m not accusing anyone, I’m just saying it looks suspicious.”

“Do you want to tell me what really happened?”

“Don’t move! You’ll faint!”

“I’ve got some bandages, wait a sec.”

“You’re the clumsiest person I know.”

“I won’t let you be on your own, not when you’re like this.”

“How could you be so careless?”

“I can’t even look at you, you promised not to get into any more fights!”

“H-how many of them were there?”

“Do you want to build a snowman?”

“The past is in the past.”

“I’m where I’m meant to be.”

“I know you!”

“A dream is a wish your heart makes.”

“People down here think I’m crazy, but I don’t care.”

“For once, it might be grand to have someone understand.”

“Just look at the world around you!”

“Someday my prince will come.”

“If you had the chance to change your fate, would you?”

“If you cut it down, then you’ll never know.”

“But you’ll never know me.”

“Don’t you dare close your eyes.”

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it begins under your teeth, that frantic, burning, building hunger that comes from your bones, itching its way up your throat. you feel it at night, you feel it during the day when you fervently WANT something but you cannot have it. and so, you make it your duty to obtain it, no matter what it is. you must be the best, you have to be the best, and therefore, you ARE the best.

you stretch yourself across the skies and don your crown granted to you by a family with ties to the village that is your home and you are a proud and gallant thing, aching for something you cannot name.

hubris creates a void that nothing can fill. but you don’t know this yet.

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ariel is the type to trip over every thing, even her own feet, and air itself.

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Send ‘Don’t you dare touch them!’ to see how my muse reacts to being protected by yours.

Send me ‘Where did you come from?’ if you want to see my muse protect yours!

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kind-human

Ariel, he thinks, committing the name to memory. This moment exists because he dared leave Villeneuve in favor of seeking a place that he could have for his own, at least, for the time being.

Restless was he, itching for something akin to the fire he feasted upon when he was locked in battle, each day and night something new, something unexpected. 

Even though, with every beat and moment, he had been afraid. This he would never speak of to another soul, he would keep that to himself, a chest of treasures and nightmares within his ribs.

He hides despair well, ennui tucked away in favor of focusing all of his attentions on her, on scarlet-trimmed maiden with a voice of lullaby. Now was not the time for mourning

“Ariel,” he repeats, his right arm coming over his chest, “I am Gaston. A pleasure to meet you on this beach, mademoiselle.”

And what an odd girl she was, dressed in naught more than a white sheet tied off by a rope! What sort of garment was this in this part of the world? Would all the women here be dressed like this?

Upon her mentioning her injury, he thinks of Ozymandias who’s off, wandering the sandy knolls, sand and wind tossing his mane, seeming to enjoy the adventure just as much as his master is. He could always put Ariel on his saddle and take her for help, for surely her parents or siblings will be wondering where she is…

And maybe, they’ll speak of his kindness for years to come!

He smiles then, thinking of that imaginary glory that’s coupled with a genuine desire to help. Diametric makes him both a creature of the stars and the void. 

“Not to fear. I will place you on my horse and I will take you home, or to the local doctor. Best not to walk on it for now however,” and, without a moment’s hesitation, Gaston bends at the knee.

“May I carry you, Ariel, friend of crabs, to my horse?” 

   her  father  was  wrong  about  the  humans ,  they  were  kind  and  caring. perhaps   it  was   still  the  grudge   against  them ,  the  same  he  held  for  all of  them  since  the  death  of  her mother.  too  little  and  too  young  was  she that  day ,  but  she  could  still  remember  parts  of  that  day ,  they  were  all happy  even  her  father  was.  Ariel  still  missed  her  mother  so  much.  her  gazed  shifted  and  she  was  met  with  him  again...Gaston   he  said  his  name  was  and  she  shall  always  remember  him  and  his  kindness.

  a  bright  smile ,  she  shared  with  him.   ❛  it is  a  pleasure  as   well ,  Gaston. ❜   she  says  softly ,  with  a  nod  of  her  head.  if  only  her  father  could  see this  interaction  now,  he  might  change  his  ways  and thoughts  of  the  humans,  but  atlas  he  doesn’t  even  know  she’s  gone;  but  by now  Sebastian  would  have  already  informed  him,  of  her  deal  with  Ursula.  back  to  Gaston,  she  saw  him  kneeling;  within  a  couple  of  inches  from  her  and  she  smiled.   ❛    I  would  be  grateful  and  in  your  debt,  for  your  help  Gaston.  ❜  the  red hired  princess  said , with  the up most  gratitude ,  held  within  her  voice,  as  she  reached  out  her  hand  to  take  his. 

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Also because I assume everyone is like 16 reblog with your age in the tags?

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dashing stranger

When one seeks out an adventure, he thinks, one must be prepared for anything. For the elements to rage on above you without any concept of clemency, for the worst nature can provide. Winter storms, without any sign of a pause in the ice and the bone-breaking chill. Starvation, thirst, a craving for a fire in a bone-dry world, picked clean by terror herself. 

And of course, one must equip for all manner of encounters, be it with the creatures of the forests that would sooner make you their dinner than eat from the palm of your hand.

Here, on this beach in a land foreign to him, with only his stallion for company, he finds himself in unexpected meeting with the brightest creature he has seen thus far.

Women, he thinks, are wild creatures. Men, his father taught him, have to tame them.

But taming them meant that they would never be truly free. And she, he observes, is without chains.

“No need to apologize, miss,” he says, bemused by her apology, charmed by everything she is, by this woman on the rock. “I just didn’t see you there is all, on your…” and he gestures to the stone that poses as her makeshift throne.

“Why again, are you sitting on a rock? Getting a bit of sun on this fine day? Or…” And then, his face splits in mischief, “Tell me you’re not afraid of the crabs on the beach. They’re good creatures, keep to themselves. And an excellent food source as well.”

He walks closer, not but two steps, drawn in by her light, her smile. An adventure indeed. 

    a  gust  of  sea  breeze ,  drew  her   attention  to   the  side   as  she   basked  in   the   coolness  of   the  ocean  air.   then   her   attention ,  more her   gaze  was  upon  the   dark   stranger,  he   seemed   charming  but  he seemed  to   perhaps   tease  her  in   a  way.   ❛    ariel..  ariel  is  my  name , might  I  have  the  pleasure  of   knowing   yours,   sir.?    ❜    then  she  gazed down  and  looked   at  the  giant   stone ,  she  was   currently   residing  on , the   sea   breeze  blowing  again .   her   flame  red   hair ,  blowing   across her   face   as  if   it ,   was   trying  to   hide   her   away.

     the  redhead  just  found  herself   staring ,  at  the   dark  haired  man;  she  was   transfixed  on  him,   she’d   never   in   her  life   seen   a  man  like  him.  his  long   legs,   broad  chest   or  was   it  what  he   was   wearing.  defiantly.   then  again   she   was   wearing  a  old   ripped   sail   and   a  piece  of   rope.   she   may  have   fell   and   perhaps   twisted   her  ankle.  ❛  no !   never  they  are  my   friends ,   I  don’t   eat.... my   friends.  ❜   she  replied   hastily.   moving  her   hair   out   of   her   face ,   she  swung   her    legs  over   the   rock.     ❛   I.. fell.  my  foot ,  i   can’t   walk  on  it ,   so   sitting  seemed  like   a  less   painful   option ,  you  see.   ❜  she  says ,  gazing    down at   her   now  swollen    ankle.

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stranger

It had been too long since he’d seen the ocean. There was nothing quite like the salty air, the fresh tang of something ancient that spread out, ferocity setting his soul alight at discovery.

Sometimes, he wandered far from his village and then, he went even further. There was more to discover, and wanderlust settled in his bones, stirring long-dead things from their graves, setting to feast upon his mind.

He was a man ensconced in grief, and a man who did not know how to express it. 

Best was it for him to be away from others as he discovered what was amiss within him.

That led him to the voice and the further he walked, the more someone came into view. Sunlight pooled into bright flashes of light, leading to a lifting of his hand…

And there she was. Red-hair, long limbs, and simply, there, as if she were part of the earth, and the earth, part of her.

“Why, yes,” Gaston says, blinking to clear his eyes. “Of course I hear you, miss. Are you quite well? You sound as if you’re surprised at the sound of your own voice.”

    breathing  out  a  sigh  of   relief !   she’d   finally  get   to  talk  to   the  human’s ,   ariel  had   no   idea   what   had   happened;   had   the  witch    broken   their   deal ?   had   she  perished ?   ariel   didn’t   exactly   know  but  she   was   relishing   in   having   a  normal   conversation   with    someone ,  who  could   actually   hear   her.    her   gaze  split   from  his ,  only   just   a  moment   so   she  could   glance  towards   the  sea;  then  back  at   him   with  a   bright   smile   spread   across   her  lips.

    ❛   very   well   indeed !    i’m  sorry ,   if   i’m    frightening  you .   believe  me  that  is   not   my   intention   sir ,   and  I   would   ask   if   you  could   forgive  me.    ❜    she  replied ,   with   the   same   smile;   still  spread   across pink  lips.    had   she  forgotten ,   what   honey   lined   her   small  voice ,   had    she   forgotten   how  soft   it   sounded  as   if   mere   small   waves   crashed  to    the   shore   softly.   so   dumbfounded   she  hadn’t   even   realized   that  she   was   still    sitting   upon   the   rock ,   that   she   hadn’t  moved   an  inch.

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       ❛   you   can  hear  me ,   yes .    i    spoke  !    ❜     the   mermaid  ,    recently    turned   human    was   in   utter    shock ,   she   hadn’t   herd   her  voice   in   so   long ,   she   almost   forgot    what   it   sounded   like.   // open . mutuals .  

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      her and eric though <3

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