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DAMMIT, STAFF. 

Lol just gonna reblog this on all my saved urls.

 well, id hate to be the person that didnt see this.

uhg fml. not taking any risks. SORRY FOLLOWERS!

yeah ^^ sorry followers. not taking any chances. tumblr=my life..

((At first I was just like. Ya what ever. Then I looked at the fucking source!))

Anonymous asked: Why do you hate everyone and never give people chances?

On the outside I want to say…

“Well I’ve been broken so many times that I just can’t trust anyone…”

On the inside…..

I’m looking down….

And just muttering I’m sorry…

askdarkwind:

A moment of silence. For http://askwryn.tumblr.com/ 

     His feet pounded on the floor slowly…creepily…They were covered by platform boots, black with zippers and buckles. She hung from the wall by chains, watching him pace in front of her. Slightly excited by the whip he held in his hands, she couldn’t help but simply stare. Her voice spoke up, quiet but loud. “Why am I here? What are you going to do?” He smirked but kept silent. After a couple of minutes, he faced Varonyka, grabbing her face to stare narrow-eyed into her wide,scared eyes. Her stomach instantly felt uneasy. “You love me…don’t you?”
“What does that have to do with anything?”
“Oh nothing..”  He opened the window and Varonyka felt a chill go down her spine. “Would you close that? It’s winter and freezing out!” He turned around, an angry expression on his face, and whipped her stomach as hard as he could. She cried out, an expression of confusion and pleasure on her face. After about five seconds the wound on her stomach began to drip blood. She held back tears until another pain forced her to sob. She looked at Marxion, water and blood staining her face. He chuckled and pulled a knife out of his back pocket. “Quick or slow death?”
“You can’t kill me!”
“You love me…”
“I-…” It was true…she did love him, sometimes even more than Ramion. Ramion…she’d miss him. She wished she could hear his voice, feel his hug and kiss just once more. Instead, she’s here, hanging and bleeding, sobbing in front of her best friend. What did she do wrong? Did she say something wrong? Did- “GAAH, MARX—!” He looked up and her and scowled. “Shut up.” He dragged a blade across her stomach, watching the skin open and bleed more now, pooling on the floor. She screamed and the sound traveled through the window. Her brother, Dylan, who had been waiting for her to come back for hours, looked up at the window. He felt something hit the back of his head and he slowly reached back and shook his hand through his hair. It felt wet but he dismissed it until he glanced at his hand. He screamed as he noticed it was red and sticky with blood, and many people on the street looked. He quickly hid his hand and waved nervously with the other, running into the tall building. Varonyka now hung lifeless, eyes wide, tears still dripping off her face. Marxion looked up and her and just as he was about to kiss her, heard the door slam open. Dylan just stared at the gruesome scene, eventually dropping to his knees. His shoulders shook softly as he cried over the loss of his sister. Marxion crawled over to him and gave him a huge hug. “Don’t cry..red skies..” Dylan sat there, staring at Varonyka. She still looked alive, but it couldn’t be. She was gone…Truly gone. “Wh-why…why would you do this?” Marxion rocked him side to side and slowly grabbed something from his front pocket. “She was bad, Dylan my dear. Very, very bad.” Marxion raised up his shirt and stuck the needle into his back. Dylan winced at the prick and his eyes widened for a second. Then, just as slow as Marxion’s footsteps from before, they closed. He became limp in Marxion’s arms and slept. Marxion picked him up and carried him into a different room.
     Dylan woke up some time later, still groggy and tied down to a bed, his shirt off. He looked around the room as much as he could, which wasn’t very easy because a strap across his forehead prevented him from seeing much. Marxion walked over and sat on the bed, dragged his hand down Dylan’s chest, stopping at his stomach. Dylan opened his mouth and said a fragment of a word, only to be shushed by Marxion’s ice cold hand. Marxion took out a needle and thread, then a marker and made little dots all over Dylan’s body. Dylan winced and tears came to his eyes when Marxion stuck the needle through his upper lip. Blood came from the small hole and Marxion spoke up. “You know I love you, don’t you?” Yet again, Dylan said only a syllable of a word when Marxion stuck the needle through his lower lip. “But you’ve seen too much, my love. You see, I did that to Varonyka just because I was sick of her living.” He continued, sewing Dylan’s lips together as he did. “I have a lot of people…who I’m sick of seeing…alive.” Why was he talking so slowly? He leaned down and bit the string, finishing his first little project. He moved down to Dylan’s chest and began to simply sew the skin around his heart. Dylan was crying, and tried to speak, only muffled sobs coming out of his mouth. He had never felt so…betrayed? Foolish? Both. “Varonyka, Astix, Lilly, Dexel, Avier…you. I’m not going to lie anymore.” He finished the skin around Dylan’s heart and hugged him. “I don’t really love you..You know that song, by that band you like so much? What is it..Panic!At The Disco or something like that? That song, She Held The World. ‘I don’t love you I’m just passing the time…’ ” Dylan listened to him with half opened eyes. He could barely breathe through his mouth and his nose was no help. Marxion layed next to him and cuddled him like he used to. He stayed like this for a couple of minutes, hand on Dylan’s heart, waiting for it to stop beating. It kept going and going and eventually, Marxion got sick of it. Sick of the feel, sick of the gross sound, sick of hearing Dylan sobbing and trying to breathe. He got up and bent over, getting close to Dylan’s face. He whispered, slowly and sweetly, the last words Dylan would hear. “Remember Dylan…I don’t love yooouu..” He slowly reached into his back pocket and grabbed a knife, swiftly stabbing Dylan multiple times. Every time he was stabbed his eyes would get a little bit wider, and his mind would race even faster. This was the man he loved..he lived with..he proposed to..he married..he had children with. The man who came to him when he was sad, or scared, like he was now. He could feel his own life slip away as he took his last breath. Marxion looked at him, slightly sad. “We could have been partners…” He sat on the bed next to Dylan for at least two hours, staring at him, stroking his hair and sewing him up. He become cold and whiter with a tint of blue staining his skin. Marxion stood up, closed his eyes and went into the next room. Astix was in the room, sleeping. Marxion grabbed his ponytail and yanked it, waking him up. “Sheesh, Marxion! ..Wait, this isn’t my room.” He sat up in a panic. “Where’s Alex?” Marxion lifted up his chin and smiled. “Oh no, Astix. I like Alex. So he can live.” He grabbed Astix’s shirt and dragged him out of the room. “L-live?! What do you mean…” Tears came to his eyes and he began to cry. Marxion threw him into a room and he got on his knees, sobbing. “Please, Marxion, I’ll do anything! Please! I have a wife and kid! They’ll wonder what’s happened to me!”
“Heh..No they won’t. I have Lilly here too!” Astix stared at him and brought his arms down, whispering, “Please..don’t kill her.” Marxion laughed and walked off, bringing a sleeping Lilly in. “I won’t, but she’ll have to do some stuff for me.” Astix jumped slightly at the tone of his voice and shook. Marxion put Lilly down on the bed and nudged her, making her eyes open. She groaned and held her head, showing she had a horrible headache. Marxion sat next to her and put his arm around his shoulders. “Now Lilly..you’re gunna have to do some stuff for me, ok dear?” Lilly looked at Astix and then to Marxion. “You see, I want to shoot Astix, but I’m kinda tired from killing Varonyka and Dylan… So, I’m giving that job to you!” Astix took in the information and cried even harder, pulling his knees to his chest. Lilly spoke, her voice soft with a tinge of pain, “I…I have to kill my husband..?”
“I killed mine!”
“YOU’RE TWISTED!”
He shoved the gun into her side and walked to the corner on the room. Lilly’s hands scrambled with the gun, and she held it up and shook. “D-do I have to?” Marxion nodded and closed his eyes for a couple of seconds. “You can say goodbye to each other.” The second he said that Astix jumped up and hugged Lilly, giving her a long, passionate kiss. Lilly held onto him and cried, kissing him back. Marxion watched for a minute, almost crying himself, then came back to his senses. He clapped. “Time for death! Shoot him in the head.” He leaned back against the wall and smirked, crossing his arms. Astix stared at Lilly, eyes full of hurt. “Please, don’t. Lilly, I love you, please!” He grabbed her hand and squeezed it, tears streaming down his face and dripping onto the floor. Lilly just wanted it over. She just wanted it all over. Biting her lip, she pointing the gun at his head and-…
Marxion laughed, looking around at the blood on the walls. “Who knew he had this much?” Lilly looked into the eyes of her dead husband and screamed, falling to the floor to gather him in her arms. Screaming his name, she sobbed. Marxion frowned. “You’re weak, aren’t you? Geez..we can’t be partners, can we? And you’ve seen too much..I could wipe your memory. How does that soun- Uh..What are you doing?” He glanced at Lilly with the gun up to her head, still sobbing over the now lifeless Astix. Marxion kneeled next to her, trying to compromise, “Lilly, don’t kill yourself! It’s no fun! Besides, what about your child?” Lilly shook her head. “I-I can’t go on without him…I just can’t, Marxion, he loved me..” Then, before Marxion could get out another word, she pulled the trigger and fell on top of Astix. Marxion looked down at her and tilted his head. After a couple of minutes, he stood up and looked at the husband and wife pair. He arranged them so that it looked like they were sleeping and holding each other. He smiled and turned off the light. “Sleep tight angels..” He whispered and covered them with a blanket, then walked out and closed the door quietly.
Dexel woke up and looked around the dark room in a panic. “Madix! Lin! Rouge..” He looked at the door as it opened and closed, Marxion coming in. “Marxion! Yes! Please, help me!” Marxion glared at him and shook his head. “You..can be last.” He walked out and closed the door leaving a screaming Dexel left alone yet again. He walked into another room, a bathroom. He turned on the hot water and filled the tub, smiling at the steam that was filling the room. He walked into the hall and opened the closet, grabbed Avier by his hair and dragged him into the bathroom. Avier looked around and laughed. “What do you want me to do, service you? Please Marxion, we both have husbands.”
“Both…”
Avier frowned. “Did something happen with Dylan?” Marxion grabbed the back of Avier’s neck, staring at the wall. “Yeah..I killed him.”
“Killed him?! Dear Lord, I’ve gotta tell Alex about that once I get home.”
“Not exactly..” Marxion stuck Avier’s head into the tub for a second then pulled it back out. “GAHH! Marx, that’s scalding!” Marxion chuckled, “I’ll tell Alex you said goodbye..And that you didn’t love him.”
“I-“
Marxion stuck Avier’s head back into the tub. Avier felt his eyes burn and his mouth and nose fill with water. He flailed his arms and legs, trying to get up. How was Marxion stronger than him? His tears mixed with in with water and he thought of Alex. His laugh, his smile, how he sounded when he said he loved him. How he acted when he was sad or angry or happy. His little angel..Who he couldn’t even say goodbye to. He closed his eyes and felt like a little kid again, the one the bullies would hold under water. He shook away the bad memories and thought of the good ones, all including Alex. He smiled and felt as if he had been lifted out of his body, went limp and ran out of life. Marxion noticed and felt for a pulse. There was none. He got up, kicked Avier’s back and heard a satisfiying crack. He knew nothing broke, but…
Is this what he was coming to? Loving the sound of someone getting hurt? And why did it give him pleasure? He was just a weirdo, is what he concluded. He shrugged and walked back into the room with Dexel. Wasting no time to talk, he walked over to the firey red head and crawled over him. “Sleeping? There will be no sleeping.” He slowly stripped off his friend’s shirt and kissed him, making Dexel wake up. His face turned as red as his hair almost immediantly. “Marxion? What are you doing?” Marxion placed a cold finger on Dexel’s lips and smiled sweetly, hissing out a low shhh sound. He got off Dexel and walked to the closet, grabbing something out of it. Dexel couldn’t make out what it was but knowing Marxion, …Well it could be anything. Marxion pulled a cord and a chainsaw started up, making Dexel stand up. “What’s that for?”
“You love Madix right?”
“Y-..yeah?”
“Well I’ll tell her you didn’t.”
Short and sweet, Marxion thought, giggling to himself. Quickly, like a blink, he slashed Dexel straight across the stomach. He watched the taller man fall to his knees and die just as quickly as Marxion struck him. He dropped the chainsaw and smiled. Started to cry. Fell to his knees. Cried over his friend. Did all of it over again with everyone else.
Varonyka, still dripping blood, paler than he’s ever seen her.
Dylan, turning blue, out of life.
Astix, Lilly, looking like they’re sleeping. Avier, head in the bathtub with water running cold. Dexel, body still warm. It wasn’t true, it..
     Ramion walked into Alex’s room. He looked at the younger boy and frowned. Why did he look worried? He crossed the hall and peeked through the door. Leon with the same look. Hmph. Anyway, he was the same way. Where was everyone? He ported to Varonyka and without looking, laughed. “Varonyka, where have you been? I’m..worried…si-..sick..” His gaze met her body, still hanging. He almost was sick, and ran out into the hall met with the stench of blood and flesh from open doors. Varonyka with the blood pooling on the floor, Dylan with the once white now red bed. He pulled the cover off Lilly and Astix and examined them. Why couldn’t they have actually been sleeping? Apon walking into the bathroom he was met with the smell of cold water. He picked up Avier’s arm and yelped, running off. The scent of blood was so strong he couldn’t even go into the room that contained Dexel. He suddenly felt a sharp pain in the back of his neck and reached back, feeling blood. His eyes rolled back and he simply fell, face first onto the floor. Marxion smiled and dropped the gun, then ported back home.

A feild of lush anything

And

Hands that won’t stop touching

While

Lips just won’t stop talking

Now

I’m just simply confused about life

Then

I think, “Is this real?”

After

I lay in the feild by myself…

Staring up into the night sky

And

I feel so peaceful

While

Counting the stars

Now

I close my eyes

Then

Something happens

After

I am one with nature…

A skeleton

And

Skin,flesh and other

While

Dropping limp to the land

Now

I am the calmest I’ve ever been

Then

I start to miss you

After

I pass