atlaswrrld

[atlaswrrld]

screaming because i accidentally deleted his fucking wire uh please re add him it might still show the contact still there but it’s not

[atlaswrrld]

[atlaswrrld]

idk when i’m gonna get my laptop back, i was hoping to work on drafts to keep myself busy but that’s out but feel free to plot/message me on discord; lindzorr or on wire <3

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[atlaswrrld]

 𝐡𝐞  𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝.   when  atlas  loves,  he  loves  hard.  he  has  an  undeniably  need  to  provide  des  with  everything  she  could  ever  need  or  want.  he  grins  as  she  moves  closer  to  him,  her  kiss  leaves  him  yearning  for  more.   ❝oh,  really?  how  hot?❞  he  teases,   eyes  fluttering  shut  as  her  fingers  run  through  his  hair.

 his  arms  wrap  around  her  so  he  can  tug  her  into  his  lap,  and  his  head  dips  down  to  trail  kisses  along  her  neck.  ❝i  mean…❞  he  pauses  the  act  as  his  head  lifts  so  he  can  speak.  ❝considering  how  much  i  already  love  you,  i  think  it’s  time  for  you  to  catch  up.❞  he  laughs  then  presses  another  kiss  to  her  lips.  his  hands  slide  to  her  hips,   squeezing  them  gently. ❝what  do  you  want  right  now?❞   he  asks,  mouth  forming  into  a  side  smirk.  ❝i  know  what  i  want.❞

@atlaswrrld asked: " whatever you desire , it's yours . "

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

               𝐂𝐔𝐓𝐄. god, he's just so cute. before now, before him, desdemona had never experienced this kind of devotion. atlas is a breath of fresh air, and as much as she often takes advantage of his infatuation with her, she truly appreciates everything he gives her. she knows he means what he says, but that's a part of the problem. he has money, a seemingly never-ending amount, and he's willing to spend quite a lot of it on her. a small smile creeps onto her features as she gazes at him from across the couch. she crawls closer, a hand lifting to grip his chin between her thumb and forefinger. she presses a lingering kiss to his lips, teeth sinking into her lower one as she pulls away, and she settles on her knees beside him.

               ❝ that's super hot, baby, ❞ she says, pretty blue eyes flitting upwards as she runs thin digits back through his fluffy hair. her head tilts slightly, and she takes a moment to admire him for all he is. ❝ when you say things like that, it just makes me love you more. ❞

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@coastercrushed asked: i feel like you’re trying to tell me what to do so i’m gonna do the opposite.

𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐬  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐚  𝐥𝐨𝐮𝐝  𝐛𝐮𝐫𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐥𝐚𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐞𝐫,   𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐤𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐜𝐞.  that  little  fucker  ──   he’s  not  even  surprised  by  the  comment  anymore.  he’s  met  his  match  in  mape,  found  someone  who  can  dish  out  a  taste  of  his  own  medicine,  someone,  somehow  more  of  a  little  shit  than  he  is.  atlas  shakes  his  head,  but  it’s  lost  on  mape  since  they’re  on  voice  chat  ──  mape  can’t  see  the  annoyed  expression  creeping  across  his  face.

 they’ve  been  on  call  for  hours  at  this  point.  atlas  has  been  trying  to  end  it  for  what  feels  like  forever,  hoping  mape  will  finally  listen  and  get  some  sleep.

 ❝so  what,   you’re  just  gonna  stay  at  your  desk  until  you  pass  out  in  your  chair?❞  atlas  grumbles,  the  frustration  creeping  into  his  voice  despite  the  laughter  still  hanging  in  his  words.  ❝go  to  fucking  bed,   we’ll  talk  when  you  wake  up.❞

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 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐛𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐬  𝐨𝐮𝐭  𝐝𝐞𝐞𝐩𝐥𝐲  𝐢𝐧  𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐞𝐟. it’s  not  that  he  was  worried  it  was  about  him,  but  with  desdemona,  he  can  never  be  too  sure.  he  listens  intently  as  she  speaks,  and  while  she  isn’t  going  into  details,  she’s  opening  up  to  him,  more  and  more.  it’s  growth,  and  he  wants  her  to  trust  him.  the  good,  bad,  and  ugly.   he  craves  to  be  there  for  her,   especially  in  her  moments  of  vulnerability.

  her  head  rests  on  his  shoulders,  and  his  fingers  gently  run  through  her  hair.  ❝please  don’t  apologize.   you’re  allowed  to  feel  things,  i  promise  you  it’s  not  illegal.❞  there’s  a  teasing  edge  to  his  tone,  if  anything,   just  to  lighten  the  mood  and  provide  comfort.  ❝if  what  was  different?❞   he  asks.   ❝you  can’t  change  the  past,  i  get  that.   fuck,   if  a  time  machine  existed  i  think  i’d  start  fighting  people  to  get  there  first.  but  talking  helps,  talk  to  me  baby.   i’m  always  here  to  listen.❞  

 his  head  dips  down  to  press  a  soft  kiss  to  her  forehead,   his  hand  moving  to  run  up  and  down  her  spine.  ❝i  can’t  handle  the  thought  of  you  beating  yourself  up  in  your  head.❞

@atlaswrrld asked: " the look on your face says there's more on your mind . "

THE SOUNDS OF NIGHTMARES SENTENCE STARTERS .

               𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐇𝐄 𝐌𝐀𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐀 𝐅𝐀𝐂𝐄? desdemona turns her head to stare at him, and she shrugs her shoulders, her teeth capturing the inside of her cheek as her gaze drops. she hadn't realized it, and now, the question is: where exactly is her mind? atlas is totally correct. he knows her too well by now. there's a nagging fucking thought that won't go away, and her being sober only grants that thought full permission to take over. she scoots closer to him, resting her head against his shoulder to comfort herself. she doesn't want to talk about it ── no, but it's him. he'd talk about it if he were feeling some type of way . . . if anything, she can always depend on him to be completely honest with her.

               the thing that's saddening her has nothing to do with him; however, how it messes with her mind redirects her attention. rather than giving it to him, she's wasting time desperately licking at old wounds.

               ❝ i'm sorry, baby, ❞ she begins, a soft sigh escaping her lips as she allows her eyes to flutter closed. ❝ i'm like ── totally overthinking, i guess. wondering if things would be different if 'x, y, z' or whatever. it's not you. ❞ it's about her parents ── her family life, or lack thereof. he has a good relationship with his family, and sometimes, when she watches them interact like they enjoy each other's company, she wishes she had that, too.

               would it have been different if she were a better daughter? why was she just never enough for them?

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random sentence prompts   ━ from various tv shows, part 2

this can’t end with us going home.

it’s a broken world, and you’re the only thing that brings it back together.

’til my last breath, i am yours.

you think i trapped you?

i think i hate myself more than i love you.

we’re young. we can still make bad decisions for a few more years.

you’re the one crying in a parking lot.

you wanna die quick? or you wanna die screaming?

oh my god, you can handle one day alone.

i think a little buffer would be good for us.

you said dating me was a lot, but i need you to know that i’m always gonna be me.

you need to decide. do you take me as i am, or not take me at all?

i think i want to find my dad.

the best that i could do was love you.

don’t take this the wrong way, but are you in the middle of a full-on spiral?

you see me, and i see you.

you’re so not fine. you think i can’t see that?

i’m scared. i’m terrified, actually, that you’re gonna break my heart.

if i could go back to the night we first met, i’d do it all over again.

people will remember the last thing you do.

i’m entirely unremarkable. 

you don’t get to shut down whenever it’s convenient. 

it can’t end like this.

i wanted to experience something i didn’t understand.

wow, that is pretty out there…

this is the first time i’ve felt like me again in a long time.

i like you. you’re scary.

i don’t trust any of these other fucks, so let’s watch each other’s backs.

they’re clearly cannibals.

my dad thought he wanted a child, but he lost interest. he doesn’t care about me.

i’m gonna leave you alone now.

i want to stay here. we were supposed to be a family.

we’re finally together now. let’s start fresh. 

i’m really sorry for what’s about to happen to you.

stop talking to me like a stranger and say what you mean.

are those your tattoos? do they have a meaning?

i will never regret you. i would do it all over again, everything. i would suffer all of it a million times.

our lives are like a series of ghost stories.

you and me, i’d do it all over again.

i wear longing like a fucking veil.

tell me what it made you feel.

look at you. it’s much more likely that you’re gonna break my heart.

you look right through me. you don’t even see me.

i want this to work.

you’re blowing it, and it pisses me off.

you sit here and bleed, or you trust me.

i just don’t scare easy, so when i do, i pay attention.

please don’t break up with me because i’m insane.

it was a stupid, drunken, one time kiss. that’s all.

can we take one night off of the horror show that is our lives?

how do you overcome your fear when all you’re really afraid of is you?

this is not gonna end well.

long distance was brutal. 

we’re not supposed to get personal, big boy.

turns out, i love math.

i was gonna text you, but i got in my head about what to say.

we were both horrible to each other at different times. i regret that.

why don’t you just lay down and die, please?

stop agreeing with each other like you’re fighting. it’s weird.

i’d back your hunches any day of the week.

that should be our motto: “who cares?”

we’re probably all gonna die anyway. 

don’t walk away from something before you even know what it is.

i missed you when we stopped talking, and now i’ll miss you forever.

for a while you were my best friend. i’m gonna hold onto that.

sibling rivalry is bloodsport.

i can’t stop thinking about her.

we’ve had a pretty fucked up year.

i warned you. you should have shut the fuck up.

i stand by what i did.

well, welcome to hell, i guess.

i thought to myself, “what if i could be someone different?”

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 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬’  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝𝐬  𝐫𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐡𝐢𝐩𝐬,   𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐩  𝐥𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭  𝐚𝐭  𝐟𝐢𝐫𝐬𝐭.  it doesn't take  long  before  the  kiss  deepens,  their  tongues  moving  in  sync,  slow  and  deliberate.   when  vic  starts  to  rock  her  hips,  a  deep  groan  escapes  him,  low  and  rough  in  his  throat  as  he  feels  himself  hardening  beneath  her.  his  fingers  tighten  their  hold,  caught  between  wanting  to  guide  her  movements  and  stopping  her  entirely.

 ❝fuck,  vic,❞  he  murmurs,  his  voice  barely  above  a  whisper.  his  lips  leave  hers,  trailing  wet,  open-mouthed  kisses  down  the  curve  of  her  neck.  his  hands  slip  under  the  hem  of  her  shirt,  fingertips  brushing  over  the  warm  skin  of  her  waist.  he  pauses  for  a  moment,   catching  his  breath,  before  his  voice  drops  lower. ❝you  have  no  idea  how  bad  i  want  you  right  now.❞

no, no, he definitely hasn't been giving her enough affection. as much as she tries to act like she's cool, unaffected, at any given moment? the affection is something she deeply craves — and once it's been given? it really is so much harder to deal without it. it's totally his fault for being an endless source of it, constantly touching her, kissing her. she's acclimated! "i mean, i could always use more affection," vic says in a little murmur, breathing out a little laugh as he tucks her hair behind her ear. at this point, she has half a mind to keep the affection just out of her own reach just to be a brat. only half a mind, of course, because she wants it so badly, but still — the thought is there.

or rather, it was. his mouth on hers is very effective of clearing her mind of any thought, strong hands lifting her into his lap even more so. yeah, she could really, really get used to this. her hips rock, slow and lazy, as she settles into his lap, sighing against the familiar curve of his mouth.

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@coastercrushed asked:  "well good morning to you too."

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐤𝐢𝐬𝐬𝐞𝐬  𝐚𝐥𝐨𝐧𝐠  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐣𝐚𝐰,  𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐤,  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐜𝐡𝐞𝐞𝐤𝐬,  𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬  𝐰𝐡𝐞𝐧  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞  𝐟𝐢𝐧𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲  𝐛𝐞𝐠���𝐧𝐬  𝐭𝐨  𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐫.  he  should  let  him  sleep;  he's  probably  still  trying  to  adjust  to  the  time  difference;  however,  atlas  couldn't  help  himself.  when  mape  speaks,   atlas  gives  him  a  small  smile,  and  it  widens  as  he  peers  into  those  dark  blue  eyes.

 ❝morning,  did  you  sleep  okay?  i'd  apologize  for  waking  you  but  i'm  not  actually  that  sorry.❞

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@coastercrushed asked: we look fucking cute together.

𝘵𝘦𝘹𝘵𝘴 𝘪𝘯𝘴𝘱𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘳𝘰𝘭𝘦𝘱𝘭𝘢𝘺 𝘮𝘦𝘮𝘦𝘴

 𝐩𝐞𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐝𝐨𝐰𝐧  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞  𝐢𝐧  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞’𝐬  𝐡𝐚𝐧𝐝,   𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬  𝐠𝐫𝐢𝐧𝐬  𝐰𝐢𝐝𝐞.  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐰𝐢𝐩𝐞𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐚  𝐬𝐞𝐫𝐢𝐞𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐩𝐡𝐨𝐭𝐨𝐬  𝐭𝐚𝐤𝐞𝐧  𝐛𝐲  𝐟𝐚𝐧𝐬  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦  𝐚  𝐝𝐢𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐜𝐞. some  of  them  just  walking  together,  hand  in  hand,  another  with  atlas’  arm  around  the  other  boy’s  waist,  pressing  a  kiss  to  his  cheek.  ❝yeah,  we  fucking  do,❞   he  chuckles,  his  expression  soft.

 it  seems  they’ve  been  caught.  atlas  had  tried  his  best  to  ignore  the  fans’  speculations,  but  it  was  only  a  matter  of  time.  ❝you’re  not  worried,  are  you?❞  he  asks,  glancing  up.  ❝about  the  fact  that  they  know  about  us?❞

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@coastercrushed asked: "make me."

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

 𝐚  𝐬𝐦𝐢𝐫𝐤  𝐭𝐮𝐠𝐬  𝐚𝐭  𝐭𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐨𝐫𝐧𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐨𝐟  𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬'  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐞  𝐬𝐚𝐮𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬  𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐫  𝐭𝐨  𝐦𝐚𝐩𝐩𝐥𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐫𝐩𝐞. he  can't  deny  that  he's  out  of  his  element  here.   while  atlas  can  take  on  a  dominant  or  a  submissive  role  in  relationships;  with  a  man,  he's  always  leaned  into  submission.   it's  clear  to  him  that  mape  lacks  dominance;   however,  atlas  doesn't  mind  at  all.  he's  willing  to  give  mapplethorpe  whatever  he  wants  or  needs.

 he  continues  his  stride  until  the  other  boy  is  pressed  against  the  wall,  his  palms  resting  against  the  surface,   effectively  caging  mape  in.  ❝that's  how  you  wanna  play,  huh?❞  he  presses  their  lips  together  in  a  rough  kiss,  teeth  lightly  dragging  over  mapplethorpe's  lower  lip.  ❝luckily  for  me,   i  can  think  of  a  few  ways  to  shut  you  up.❞

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@pierprincess asked: "when i say run, i need you to do as i say and don't even think about me."

𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐈 𝐃𝐎𝐒𝐈𝐒 𝐎𝐅: 𝐒𝐔𝐆𝐀𝐑, 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐂𝐄 𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐁𝐈𝐓𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓.

 𝐚𝐭𝐥𝐚𝐬’  𝐟𝐚𝐜𝐞  𝐢𝐬  𝐚  𝐩𝐨𝐫𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭  𝐨𝐟  𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐟𝐮𝐬𝐢𝐨𝐧  ──  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐛𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐬  𝐤𝐧𝐢𝐭  𝐭𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭𝐥𝐲  𝐭𝐨𝐠𝐞𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐫,  𝐚𝐧𝐝  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐥𝐢𝐩𝐬  𝐩𝐚𝐫𝐭  𝐚𝐬  𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡  𝐟𝐨𝐫𝐦𝐢𝐧𝐠  𝐚  𝐪𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧  𝐡𝐞  𝐜𝐚𝐧’𝐭  𝐪𝐮𝐢𝐭𝐞  𝐯𝐨𝐢𝐜𝐞.  why  would  she  be  telling  him  to  run?   his  body  shifts  slightly,  leaning  back  as  if  the  distance  might  offer  clarity.  his  mouth  opens  and  closes,  words  faltering  before  they  fully  form.  finally,  he  manages,  ❝i  mean,  if  you’re  telling  me  to  run,  i’m  gonna  assume  there’s  some  danger.❞

 his  laugh  is  soft,  almost  nervous,  the  kind  that  doesn’t  quite  reach  his  eyes.  but  her  words  linger,  especially  how  she’d  said,  don’t  even  think  about  me.  there’s  weight  behind  it. his  voice  drops,  quieter  now,  more  careful.   ❝what  do  you  even  mean  by  that?❞

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𝐫𝐞𝐚𝐥 𝐢𝐬 𝐫𝐚𝐫𝐞

𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲 𝐞𝐯𝐞𝐫𝐲𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐜𝐨𝐧𝐧𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬

an original character penned by lindsay