[fic] pretty silver lines
fic: pretty silver lines
fandom: btvs/tvd/who
pairing: dawn/caroline/amy pond
word count: ~1100
recipient: lynzie914
prompt: there's a girl with bite marks in her skin and she can't look away
a/n: I imagined the third person in this fic to potentially be Amy Pond - but the unknown author watching our girls could be anyone with red hair and glasses, tbh. It ( Read more... )
fandom: btvs/tvd/who
pairing: dawn/caroline/amy pond
word count: ~1100
recipient: lynzie914
prompt: there's a girl with bite marks in her skin and she can't look away
a/n: I imagined the third person in this fic to potentially be Amy Pond - but the unknown author watching our girls could be anyone with red hair and glasses, tbh. It ( Read more... )
They don’t talk like angels and they fuck like monsters.
Because they are girls.
And girls aren’t just the pretty pictures walking down the sidewalk for you to gawk at over your cracked spectacles.
these are the lyrics to a song that has a broken melody and is played on a broken piano and is the worst thing a siren has ever sung. this is red lipstick and the broken spike of a stiletto and i want to carve it into my bones so they remember that half the viking warriors were women, long after the battles have died out. I am very gay and supremely powerful.
Do you know what this fic is? This is like the really gross wollen sweater you get at christmas or your birthday from that aunt that everyone hates and drinks vodka at 3 in the afternoon, that one you unwrap and everyone winces at and you pull it on and stare at yourself in the mirror for twenty minutes telling yourself you look hideous and that it's the best thing you have ever draped over your skin. This fic is gross and ugly and thorned and i fucking love the way it hurts.
They hide in cities, in plain view, walking down the street arm in arm. They shop and drink and eat and are reckless with their money and their hearts.
They are just like baby fawns, only with sharp teeth and nails that will kill you if you get too close.
bloodsuckers dressed as hipsters dressed as girls wearing story book capes.
And you’ll say, “How do I begin?”
IN WHAT UNIVERSE IS THIS NOT AMY???
(If you don’t think fear is a woman, strong and dark and beautiful, then you are reading the wrong story.)
Nemesis is the only Goddess who matters.
They have to crash, you see. It’s the only way to stop them from continuing to run and run and run until nothing is left.
Gypsy hearts, la la la
But the story ends the same.
With tiny silver scars etched on delicate flesh, weaving a story no words can tell.
all the best stories do.
I'm glad you blame me for this. I want this painted on my ceiling. To steal a phrase, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Kelsey. I wanna be hurt.
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THIS FIC EXISTS OMFG
it by all rights probably shouldn't
This is like the really gross wollen sweater you get at christmas
^^ truth ^^
IN A UNIVERSE WHERE THE READER DOESN'T KNOW AMY I GUESS!!!
Nemesis. And Persephone. Preach.
To steal a phrase, fuck me gently with a chainsaw, Kelsey. I wanna be hurt.
lol the Heathers is a cinematic masterpiece that daily inspires me
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