@cthlicdevil hit that 💕
Matt didn’t bother to worry about the curtains in his home for obvious reasons. John wasn’t upset when the morning sunlight hit him in the face like a scornful slap, but by no means did he like it. He groaned, buried his face in a pillow, and felt mortified. He couldn’t remember the last time he’d gotten so drunk that he’d been out before midnight. Blame the nightmares that he’d been trying to blot out, but it wasn’t as though they were ever truly horror show symbolism. The worst were memories, caught in a loop with no way out.
Nonetheless, he should have left to be self-destructive on his own, not drag Matt into it.
He rolled out of bed, pulled on his trousers, inhaled through his nose, and wasn’t sure what to expect. John certainly wouldn’t blame Matt if he were put out. It had hardly been any kind of an end for an evening that should have been romantic. He heard movement in the other room and went to join him.
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@cthlicdevil »——➤ matthew murdock .
❝ I understand . ❞ Trust wasn’t easy to come by these days — no one knew that better than Lara Croft . She was sure his people had reasons of their own to distrust her , and really , she was in no position to argue . He had saved her life , after all . ❝ I’m just glad you were there to vouch for me . ❞
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* 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑 𝐂𝐀𝐋𝐋 / @cthlicdevil ! ’
❝ MEOW ———- ❞ the feline purrs , FROM THE PROTECTIVE EMBRACE OF SHADOWS ! ❝ if it isn’t THE DEVIL . ❞ there was NO MISTAKING the red suit , SHARP EYES have witnessed it too many times before !
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CANON DIALOGUE STARTER CALL - @cthlicdevil
"Yes, our enemies are evolving. So are we! It feels like the world is getting worse - but here's the thing - it isn't."
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we’ve literally just been telling each other this but i’m gonna tell u again: I LOVE YOU ALL THE WORLD!! u deserve everything good that happens to you 💋
literally we’ve just been going back and forth yelling about how much we adore each other and if that isn’t friendship i don’t know what is.
but honestly, i absolutely love and adore u SM
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@cthlicdevil said:❛ don’t come any closer , that’s far enough . ❜
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .
“Okay, okay, but I’m staying right here.” And even with that, she shuffled a little closer to him. Her fingers tight on her knees. He was still calming down from a fight. And didn’t want her to touch him. No matter how badly she wanted to. She could see the blood caked on his fists, the way tremors shook his body, his breathing was irregular. Another inch closer. Respect his decision, even if he’s not totally in his right mind.
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On DC or Why Can’t They Just Send Warren Ellis Blank Checks to Write Hellblazer Again?
Okay, so like I started reading Hellblazer in early 2016, I think. three years after it ended, and you know what. Until just recently, pretty much every thing I read out side the Vertigo publication was awful (I mean from 2013 on). Granted I haven’t read everything and hear that one Constantine series that the Rebirth one cancelled was good but the art was so twee that I just didn’t wanna. None of the panels I saw on tumblr thrilled me much so. Every characterization was just so frustrating. I was just gritting teeth a lot and making compromises like “I guess this is fine”, but there was no spark, no magic to the writing or characterization. It wasn’t my John, he was a stranger, and it destroyed me.
On Magic:This is a short one, likely. I just hate when it’s all made up shit and mysterious laser beams or whatever the fuck. Like, I’m sorry, but if I can’t fucking follow it, then it’s nonsense. That’s part of the reason why I liked Vertigo’s Hellblazer so much, because it all made sense. The theories were correct and I was thrilled beyond reason because frankly it’s a rare thing in any piece of media.
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He’s been on the road for a while now and it’s been a particularly dull business, no attacks, either from monsters, bandits or Scoia’tael, just hillsides and forests and fields. This might as well be the surefire sign of the end of the world. Utter boredom.
Finally, it seems life takes pity on him as he notices a small commotion up ahead. It seems a man is being attacked by two thugs, however, he’s not running but rather seems to take up a position ready to fight. Certainly interesting and Lambert continues his steady approach to observe it up close. Not to help, simply observe.
What he notices soon afterwards is the way the man turns his head is different than what he’d usually see in a fight. It’s as if he doesn’t rely on sight. Can that be possible? That only makes this even more interesting, if there was anyone else around he might even wager a few coins for fun but for now, the fight will have to do.
It’s not bad either, the man seems to know what he’s doing. The witcher keeps a safe distance so the thugs don’t think he wants to get involved, simply leaning a little forward in his saddle to spectate. If only he could reach his jerky from here.
@cthlicdevil | plotted starter.
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‘ who did this? ‘
“Speak of the Devil.” Her grin is bloody and sharp as he pulls her up and against his chest, bare fingers sliding along her face and slowing as she lets out a yelp when he presses against her right cheekbone. “I can walk, Matt. My legs aren’t broken.” At least they don’t feel broken. Nonetheless, she allows him to carry her, her weight (however slight it may be to him) sagging against him as she allows herself to relax for the first time all night. Her lip is swollen and steadily oozing blood, staining sharp teeth red along with the pale flesh of her chin and most of her neck. Her right cheek and eye are a garden of lilacs and anemones and morning glories, bruises blooming along pale skin in stark contrast. Her eye is swollen shut, one golden-green eye wide and sharp as always.
“Thank you.” Though her voice is soft, she knows he’s heard her. He would always hear her when she called. She would always be too strong-willed, too prideful to ask for help when she needed it. Curling into his everpresent warmth, she grits her teeth as the White Frost screams in her chest, longing for something to feed its festering hunger. Ciri won’t tell him how she got caught up with Kingpin, how she’d felt something crack when her head had smacked against the pavement that last time. She won’t tell him, but he’ll find out, and sometime in the next week Hell’s Kitcher will go up in flames with the Devil’s rage, aimed at anyone who’d ever DARE to lay a hand on his precious Hellcat.
@cthlicdevil
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@cthlicdevil asked: i hoped that i was a force for good.
𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓'𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐒 𝐓𝐎𝐎 𝐖𝐄𝐋𝐋 , far too well . in a vague recollection of times past does he wonder if all the good that he has done is all worth it . OR PERHAPS , IF IT IS RIGHT . he’ll save lives , prevent others from taking lives , but in the end is it all just inconsequential ? the universe is vast , SO VAST . time & space are both so huge that it’s hard to think any one small event can matter in the grand scheme . 𝐁𝐔𝐓 𝐈𝐓 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 . the universe , like the ocean , where all things move together , where all things matter , where everything impacts everything else .
WHATEVER FORCE , NO MATTER HOW MINISCULE , IS STILL A FORCE . once begun , the actions will never cease to be felt . ❝ what makes you think that you aren’t ? ❞
❝ whatever tiny acts of kindness , whatever little thing you do , whether it’s for your neighbour , for a stranger , for someone you’ve never even met , all of those little things matter . TINY STEPS ARE JUST AS IMPORTANT AS GIANT LEAPS . ❞ perhaps he doesn’t know the full extent , perhaps he doesn’t know if this man has performed evils , 𝐇𝐀𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐂𝐑𝐔𝐄𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐒𝐄𝐋𝐅𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐏𝐔𝐑𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐄𝐒 . but does it matter ? hope is the strongest force in the universe . HOPE CAN CHANGE TIME , HOPE CAN CHANGE WORLDS . but hope ... sometimes hope destroys the hearts of those who trust in it . ❝ after all , where would we all be without those who smile at when we walk past them on the street ? what a barbaric world that would be . ❞
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𝐀 𝐓𝐎𝐔𝐂𝐇 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐅𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐘𝐄𝐓 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀𝐋𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌𝐓𝐇 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐌𝐌𝐄𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐖𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐋𝐈𝐏𝐒 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐃 𝐂𝐑𝐈𝐌𝐒𝐎𝐍 , life’s essence dripping upon hues of swirling blue & twinkling constellations like ink in a well of water ----- & there is sorrow laden in those stars which soon drift away. though vanish into heavenly cloak slender hand does not. instead the universe takes the other’s hand laid limp among vibrant wild grass & buttercups & holds it between both their own rested upon crossed legs.
chin dips , radiant orbs where eyes would be dim until gone ,
& all falls silent.
it was a war to have ended wars. spanning but a few weeks & yet ; how many lives were snuffed out swift as breeze through a candle flame innocent or otherwise death did not care , a conflict spanning civilization after civilization , the heaviest of tolls it took to bring about its end. one of the greatest heroes the cosmos has ever known lost to OBLIVION. but not this one , not again eternity thinks & it is painfully difficult not to let stardust slip free as they feel every soul to have perished , the sacrifice made by the man teetering between here & the afterlife & every life his selfless nature saved.
eternity will not see the GOD WITHOUT FEAR taken so soon , & so the moment the dust had settled they plucked him from the cosmic battlegrounds to seclude him on a planet where DEATH was forbidden & life bloomed so beautifully ---- the garden world of eternity. @cthlicdevil
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❛❛ . . . , that 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐁𝐄𝐑 . :
.. , it belongs to me . , ❜❜
* 𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐎𝐍 𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 : ( @cthlicdevil )
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@cthlicdevil said: ❛ if you’re in some kind of trouble , you can tell me . ❜
𝐃𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒 .’
“Even if I was, I wouldn’t.” It came out in a little scoff. Especially now since she knew what he did during his second shift. And not by his design. It had been an accident. He sort of saved her from a mugger and she recognized him by his mouth--it was all downhill from there. Sure, she was already pretty tight lipped about her work with the FBI, but now she didn’t even vent to him about that stuff. Not unless the unsub was dead or put behind bars. His head in her lap, fingers gently combing through his dark hair, “You have this stupid tendency to do shit about it.”
And even then, it wasn’t like she could just explain why she was under police protection now. She just didn’t want to get into it.
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@cthlicdevil hit that 💖
“I wanna see y’again,” John spoke into the speaker of his mobile. He never had worried much over the manners or rituals of dating, however he did worry that he maybe sounded too desperate. John really did fancy him, far more than just an idle bit of fun, too. He chewed the inside of his cheek and looked at the pack of smokes at the corner of the bed. There was only one left in the box and he was saving it for the walk to the corner store to purchase more.
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@cthlicdevil said: "Remember me?" - for the amnesia meme !
. ゚ * 。 ・ she blinks a few times. searches her mind --- comes up empty. searches again --- no luck. another attempt to find something, anything to connect the face to something, anything at all --------- not a damn thing. she should know him ; something tugs at dawn with the insistence that she should know him. she won’t admit to that, of course ----- she doesn’t know the context, either. what if she asks and he gets upset ? it doesn’t take her long to gather that she had been badly injured ; what if he’s been waiting for her to wake up ? what kind of welcome would that be if she bluntly asks to be reminded of him ?
or maybe it’s the drugs. there’s an iv in her arm, maybe it’s that that’s making her mind foggy. maybe she can’t think straight just yet because of it and maybe she’ll wake up a bit more when they take her off the drugs. she gives a faint tug at the iv but it makes a machine beep, and dawn takes that as her signal to cease.
but he’s still here. he’s patient as she tries to wordlessly piece together what’s happened, what’s happening. her best guess is a short coma, and given the throbbing in multiple places, she guesses it was a fall. but that doesn’t explain why he’s here. so she musters up a bit of courage, and notes in a soft, froggy voice, “ you look tired. ”
meme. accepting.
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@cthlicdevil replied to your post: How tall is/are your muse/s?
matt: … matt: so i’m an inch taller than you :)
saviour that inch...
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