FACE CLAIM: LUCHO ZABRANA
I fight with my friends,
and my friends like to win
and they’re awesome.
And if you cross ‘em
well, then you crossed me.
i’m not sure happy with the wording of this, mostly because i don’t live as a girl, but.
Breathe in, breathe out.
The oxygen enters and expels itself from your lungs, and you pretend that it’s a drug. As though that will trick your mind into feeling better and not wanting to claw your own skin off. The idea mocks you, taunting you with old wishes to cleanse yourself and your mind of these thoughts, this pain, these memories.
You try anyways.
the color of your eyes
used to seem like
pools of beautiful water
made for drowning in
now they are cold
oceans iced over with
not even a small hole
to dive into
i got caught in winter
Title: Lie to Me
Fandom: Death Note
Characters: Misa Amane
Relationships: One sided Misa/Light
Summary: Reflection on an age-old game of ‘He Said, She Said’, and how it applied to him.
Notes: I wrote it sort of in an AU, but I guess it could be applied to canon? It’s just a little drabble I wrote for Misa and how she would feel if she had friends that were close enough to her to see through Light’s bullshit. Wrote it listening to Lie to Me by Red.
And you wonder why
Idk i haven’t written anything in ages and found the beginning of this sitting in a folder, thought I’d finish it/post it.
It sucks I’m sorry. in the very very unlikely event anybody wants to reblog this feel free to erase everything except the blockquote
Title: ‘Cause This is How I Rule the World
Fandom: Death Note
Rating: T? I mean, there’s not gonna be explicit gore/sex/anything so it’s pretty safe for work. But this is Death Note and it is Mello, so…
Characters: Mello Keehl, Light Yagami, Matt Jeevas
Relationships: Tentative Matt/Mello(may grow over time, but it isn’t the focus of the fic), background Light/Misa
Warnings: Mentions of death/murder, subtle mentions of alcoholism
Summary: Mello didn’t want to sacrifice himself for the Greater Good just so Near could win. He’d do it himself, even if it took him twice as long. Even if it meant hiding under the enemy’s wings in order to gain information. He would win.
Author’s Note: An idea I’ve had floating in my head for a bit, that I’m just getting around to writing. It’s gonna be unhappy, and a little scattered for a bit, and I apologize for that. Lots of focus on Near, because Mello has an obsessive personality, as we’ve all seen in canon. As stated above, it’s a tentative Matt/Mello fic, but at this point you can absolutely treat it as a bromance if that ship isn’t your cup of tea. Mello is also a really shit friend to Matt, but he does his best not to stay caught up in his own problems. Oh and yes, Belarusian is intentional. Personal headcanon of mine. Enjoy!
mary had a little lamb
that loved her very much
but mary didn’t care for sheep
and ate that lamb for lunch
Prefacing this by saying that it was originally going to be a Supernatural AU buuuut I got carried away and lost in mythology. So no Supernatural AU. But dragons! In the modern era!!! And cliche love stories because why the fuck not?
Also don’t expect this format to stick. I’m actually thinking of writing it from Jefferson’s point of view instead. Or switching. It depends.
This is what I have been taught my entire life. Why am I questioning it now? The thought ran through Tristan Gold’s head as he stared into his whiskey. He was well on his way to drunk, and the bartender had begun giving him odd looks. He had been there all night, never moving from his seat or speaking to anyone. Maybe because no one ever told you that dragons would look so… normal.
Tristan was raised to be a dragon slayer, for the prophecies said that he would be the one to save the world from the fire and chaos the dragons would bring. But on just a chance, he’d had an early run-in with one, and began to question his destiny.
A little bit of meta info on Jehan, to avoid confusion ahead of time:
Jehan’s nineteen years old, and an art student in college. I’m not sure where this RP is set, but it doesn’t seem to be in France? Either way, he’s of French descent.
He likes plants(flowers and otherwise— he has an herb garden, flower garden, and a poison garden), fashion, art, love, and poetry.
He has a bit of a crush on Courfeyrac, but it’s silenced as Courfeyrac never seemed interested to him. Also because Courfeyrac patently can’t keep it in his pants, and Jehan doesn’t want to put up with that.
While fascinated with love and the concept of being in love, he isn’t the type to fall for just anyone who shows him niceties. By nature, he has high standards, although he can be a bit too trusting of very pretty, very nice people(generally men, but his sexuality is ambiguous as his gender).
On sexuality and gender: He identifies as genderqueer, although he’d rather tell people he’s male than explain what the hell that is to everyone. He’s about a four or five on the Kinsey Scale, meaning he’s predominantly homosexual, but occasionally finds himself attracted to women.
Jehan enjoys protesting with his friends, especially on the heavily liberal subjects like abortion, women’s rights, and LGBT issues. He can get just as loud as Enjolras if he cares enough.