How Bad Can I Possibly Be?
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I have this
Dunno if it helps though..
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Title: Wrath’s Revenge
Author: little_artemis (AKA balthiersgirl on y!, and littleartemis everywhere else)
Rating: NC-17
Word Count: 1315
Fandom: Original
Characters/Pairing: OC/OC
Warning: Graphic violence.
Summary: A killer who everyone calls ‘Wrath’ is on the loose. He kills with out mercy or remorse, and his intentions are only known to him.
Notes: Part of an original fiction I’m considering rebooting, or at least attempting to continue. This is all I have so far, I’m going to try to plot everything out before I consider continuing this story fully.
Disclaimer: All characters are copyright to me. The work is solely my own and not to be used my anyone else.
Just an easy trick I learned a few years ago that I thought I’d share. May not work 100% all the time, but works well for simple hand/arm placement.
Reblogging for great justice.
oh neato burritos
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This is really clever, actually. Thanks!
How to Interpret Blood Spatters
1) Angular - If the victim was on the move, drops hit at an angle. The more oblique the impact, the longer the drop’s tail. The head points in the direction the person was traveling.
2) High Velocity - Misty, diffuse spatter is created by external force greater than 100 feet per second — which usually means a gunshot, an explosion, or (seriously) a sneeze.
3) Hair Impact - A traumatic impact between head and surface tends to leave a stain with feathered edges, like someone squished a loaded paintbrush against the wall.
4) Hair Swipe - If the smear fades out in one direction, the head was likely bloody before contact. The lightest edge of the swipe points in the direction the head was traveling.
5) Fabric Swipe - More fluid than hair swipes, these stains sometimes display the imprint of the bloodied clothing. T-shirt weaves are often the easiest patterns to decipher.
A Collection of Rare and Obscure Words
Cheiloproclitic - Being attracted to someones lips.
Quidnunc - One who always has to know what is going on.
Ultracrepidarian - Of one who speaks or offers opinions on matters beyond their knowledge.
Apodyopis - The act of mentally undressing someone.
Gymnophoria - The sensation that someone is mentally undressing you.
Tarantism - The urge to overcome melancholy by dancing.
Autolatry - The worship of one’s self.
Cagamosis - An unhappy marriage.
Gargalesthesia - The sensation caused my tickling.
Capernoited - Slightly intoxicated or tipsy.
Lalochezia - The use of abusive language to relieve stress or ease pain.
Cataglottism - Kissing with tongue.
Basorexia - An overwhelming desire to kiss.
Brontide - The low rumbling of distant thunder.
Grapholagnia - The urge to stare at obscene pictures.
Agelast - A person who never laughs.
Wanweird - An unhappy fate.
Dystopia - Am imaginary place of total misery. A metaphor for hell.
Petrichor - The smell of dry rain on the ground.
Anagapesis - The feeling when one no longer loves someone they once did.
Malapert - Clever in manners of speech.
Duende - Unusual power to attract or charm.
Concilliabule - A secret meeting of people who are hatching a plot.
Strikhedonia - The pleasure of being able to say “to hell with it”.
Lygerastia - The condition of one who is only amorous when the lights are out.
Ayurnamat - The philosophy that there is no point in worrying about events that cannot be changed.
Sphallolalia - Flirtatious talk that leads no where.
Baisemain - A kiss on the hand.
Druxy - Something which looks good on the outside, but is actually rotten inside.
Mamihlapinatapei - The look between two people in which each loves the other but is too afraid to make the first move.
Note this is fucking long and only my writing list. I have an art one but that will be posted separately. I just want you guys to see how clogged my brain is sometimes. Especially now. You don’t see the intended length of some of these, but a lot of them are chapterfics in the planning, or in progress. Some I need to try and finish before I get to others.
It was during one of the darkest days of his life that he saw him. Sitting at the top of the building, right above where his studio apartment was. His legs hung over the edge as he looked down thoughtfully. Since his brother had moved to college and his friends seemed to all disappear some darker thoughts clouded his mind. None of them good. His muse seemed to come and go, he was continually facing eviction…nothing seemed to be going write.
That was when he heard the music drifting across to him from across the street that was when he looked up. He had never heard it before, then again Dean was never really all that observant about his neighbours. Tilting his head he looked through the window his eyes widening when he took in the sight of the slightly tan brunet.
The strange man wore nothing but what seemed to be a silken skirt that moved gracefully with his movements. Every wave of the fabric catching the artists eyes as he watched. He seemed to be going perfectly in time with the beat of his music his belly, hips, arms, legs. Everything.
It was a form of synchrony that made Dean’s heart flutter wondering who this man was. Catching his lip between his teeth he adjusted his glasses, needing to know who this person was. But at the same time he did not want to stop watching…
Quickly pulling his cellphone out he began snapping pictures, committing this to memory. His muse seemed to have returned with renewed vigor.
It was just a matter of meeting this muse.
Maybe coffee would work…?
To his surprise it was just as easy as that. Easier even. Leaning over the counter at the coffee shop he worked at a low sigh left him. His coworker would not stop commenting on how he needed to get in the sun more. ‘Your freckles are starting to stand out more. You should eat more too. You’re practically skin and bones.’
Rolling his eyes he looked up when she finally stopped talking.
That’s when his eyes met the deepest of blue and his heart skipped a beat. “Chai tea please?” the accent was thick but Dean did not see that. All he could see was that this…this was his muse. This was the dancer from across the street.
He would recognize that lean build anywhere.
Mouth dry he just stared as Jo elbowed him in the side. “S-sure.” He rang it up casually asking the man’s name as he wrote it on the side of the cup, ignoring how his coworker was obviously giggling at him.
“Castiel.” A slight smile curved the chapped lips of the dancer as he leaned over the counter, looking over his shoulder to make sure no one else was waiting.
Giving him a returning one Dean thought through all the ways he could try to talk to this man. With out Jo playing match maker on him…
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Submitted by: littleartemis
CRYING BECAUSE THIS IS PERFECT AND I DON’T GET FICS IN MY ASK VERY OFTEN OH GODDDD CHRISTINA.
