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wakeup01 · 10 months ago

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The Shorts, Like, Maketh The Man

The black shorts were just laying there, hanging off the empty bench. I know, I know. But I wasn’t usually the type to pick up sweaty used clothing in the street, but there was something drawing me to them. Calling out to me. They weren’t really my style even, clearly gym shorts for the sort of person who spends at least an hour a day looking in the mirror. I’d never even set foot in a gym. But still, they were…nice. The polyester material felt good in my hand. Silky. There was clearly some text on the back of them but I was too excited to bother reading it. Maybe I could have them? It didn’t seem like the owner wanted them anymore anyway. I look around for any onlookers and quietly take them, stuffing them away in my pocket.

I wanted to try them on. Needed to. Finding a secluded area, I remove my trousers and pull the smooth fabric up my unimpressive legs. They felt incredibly good around my waist, like they were made for me. There was a warmth radiating from them. Mmff. They seem to press against…all the right places. Clinging to my skin. I catch myself letting out a soft moan, my face blushing red at hearing the sound. Maybe I should take them off, it would be weird to walk home in someone else’s—someone…some..one. Mine. They were my shorts. I leave the baggy trousers behind and step out into the street, an extra boost of confidence in my step.

While I’m walking my body feels slightly off, as if my weight distribution had shifted. Each foot forward felt heavier, stronger. People start to turn and gaze at me. I catch a glimpse of my chunky arms; were they always that veiny? Huh. I see my reflection strutting in a shop window and freeze on the spot. What on earth? There was a completely different person staring back at me. He was sexy as all hell. I looked like a utter gymrat. I touch my sharp, smooth jaw and run my fingers over my harsh buzzed hair. The visage in the reflection copies my exact movements, a large, self assured smirk set on their face. Curious, I lift the hem of my t-shirt. Woah! I was completely jacked! You could sharpen a blade on these abs.

Somehow I had gained pounds of lean muscle in a matter of minutes and my skin had been tanned a luscious golden hue. Certainly, I wasn’t about to complain about this turn of events. Maybe I should pick up discarded clothes more often!

Fuck, my body was li—like, fit. Just check it out. I pull out my phone and take a selfie. Okay. Maybe several selfies. Fine, maybe it was a couple dozen. Who gives a fuck when you look this hot. I didn’t even care about the pedestrians walking past and staring. They SHOULD stare. Admire this prize. This TROPHY. I was in peak form from head to toe. The shiny shorts accentuated my thick, meaty legs perfectly.

My eyes suddenly catch the time on my phone, pulling me out of my shameless self obsession. Damn, at this rate I was gonna be late for Daddy. Wait. Daddy? That’s not right, I wasn’t…

Ugh. My mind felt all jumbled up, like a finished jigsaw puzzle suddenly dropped to the floor. Pieces scattered. It was…I needed to…Daddy! Like, of course. After all, I was just a trophy boy. HIS trophy. An accessory for him to show off. Sculpting my body just how daddy likes it; my muscles existed for his enjoyment. Not that I didn’t enjoy them too…hmm.

My head hurt. Fuck. Was that right? No, I couldn’t be just some brainless boy toy. Now it made sense why the owner abandoned these damn shorts. Shit, It was altering my mind. I was becoming…I needed to remove these—mmff. But right then I feel the shorts squeeze on my bulge. It felt incredible! I shouldn’t, but I never, like, you know, wanted it to stop. My sensitive cock pulsed, thickening while stretching across the fabric. Ahhh! I grin inanely as pre drips down my leg. Like, yeah. Da—daddy loved his boy all hard. He loved when I did as he instructed. A pretty plastic toy to pose and play with. I was so proud to be his. Yes, I was his; body and mind. Like, how did I forget? I can be such an air-headed ditz sometimes. It’s a good thing Daddy also likes his twunky boys dumb; dumb, vapid and full of cum. I was good at those things. Huhuhuh.

I turn around - biting my lip - and look at my tight rear. The shorts thin fabric was digging between the two round globes. ‘Daddy’s Trophy’ was emblazoned on the back, across my cheeks. Mmff. I give my butt a light slap and watch it jiggle. I happily let out a pleasurable moan; it made me feel nice that everyone would know what I am. Explaining it was like, soo difficult and stuff. Daddy says I shouldn’t stress my pretty little head over such complex things. Uhhh. Anyway, these shorts were his favourite, all his boys wore them. He loved watching me dutifully clean the house in them. Or working out in them. Or obediently fucking him in them. Or being fucked…bouncing on his lap.

Oh right! I just remembered! I was supposed to meet him. Sir wanted to finalise our arrangement, there was one last thing to change before I could sign that dull agreement. His trophy boys were always blond. Blond and basic. Huhu. Just like I was about to be.

#brainwashing #transformation #gay #twunk

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kurishiri · 25 days ago

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epilogue . . . alfons main story — blind love (with letter)

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— cw: a bit suggestive.

To him, love was a fleeting thing, and the everyday fragile.

So, that was why every day and every second, I wanted to engrave his heart and body, and hold it dear.

——That was how I loved this beloved illusion.

Kate: Roger, I found an account from this church that could be of interest.

Roger: Hm? Which one? Let me have a look.

Sometimes I would go to the basement, continuing to research matters concerning the ‘Curse of the Mirror’ alongside Roger.

Reading through documents was a given, but we would also narrow down places and people to conduct interviews as well.

(And Alfons is... ah, he’s sleeping.)

He seemed adverse to cooperating in the research, but for some reason, Alfons would accompany me every single time,

always spending his time freely, fiddling around with the tools for experiment, reading a book, or sleeping on the bed used for examinations and the like.

Roger: Al, lend your arm real quick.

Alfons: Whaaat...? ...No way. You are probably trying to draw blood from me yet again anyhow, no? Are you that smitten by my blood, you deviant?

Roger: For sure, I do like the valuable sample to monitor the blood transfusion process that is your blood.

Although his expression was distorted by displeasure, he would end up cooperating once every ten times.

(Hehe... he reminds me of a moody cat.)

Seeing Alfons’ profile cheered me up, and once again I turned back to the documents,

so that I wouldn’t forget the visage of the one who bore the Curse of the Mirror.

—— Time skip ——

Kate: Thank you for accompanying me again today.

Alfons: Hardly. If anything, thank you for your hard, albeit fruitless work today.

Kate: Hehe, it’ll bear fruit in the end, so you can rest easy.

Alfons: Yes, yes, I very much look forward to that.

(Ah... there it is again.)

Alfons would sometimes look at me with his eyes narrowed, as though he were looking at something bright.

(I like when he does that... it’s like he’s trying to burn the sight into his memories.)

Just as much as myself, it felt like Alfons, too,

tried to engrave me into his heart and body.

Alfons wasn’t one to say things like ‘I love you’ or ‘I like you’ very liberally,

so finding the ‘truth’ in these small gestures of his had grown into a habit of mine that made me happy.

Alfons: Ahh, also, Kate.

Kate: Yes...?

Alfons: I will be out once again tonight. And I won’t be returning until the next morning, so you can head to bed first.

I wanted to ask, ‘Where are you going?’ but I swallowed the words down.

—— Flashback ——

Alfons: When it comes to playing at night, it does pain me to say, but I reckon I won’t be able to stop that. It’s my hobby, pleasure, and my life work, you see.

A: The same applies to drinking and going around showing illusions——but.

A: I would very much like to try my best loving you back to the fullest.

A: So, when it comes to kisses, loving caresses, and sex... I won’t do it with anyone but you.

—— End flashback ——

I had yet to tail him to see whether his not doing such things with ‘anyone but me’ was true.

(After all... I believe in his words.)

That said, on days he went out to the city at night, I would end up thinking about nothing but him.

And when I thought about how even on those nights, Alfons carved himself deeply within me, it was endearing.

Kate: ...Alright. Have a good night out then.

Alfons: Ahha! Then how about not making such a blatantly lonely face?

Kate: ? I’m not really lonely. This is the norm, isn’t it...

Alfons: Well that leaves me in quite a pickle then. By all means, please feel the loneliness even at the norm.

Kate: Wha...

Alfons: Well then, until tomorrow.

With that, he pecked my cheeks before departing for the entrance.

(Jeez... first he says don’t make a lonely face, only for him to say right after to feel lonely...)

Roger: That guy’s pretty full of himself, huh?

Kate: R-Roger... So you were listening?

When I turned around, Roger was in the middle of the staircase leading to the basement, a mischievous smile on his face.

Roger: How about I keep you company while he’s not around, if you’re lonely?

Kate: No, it’s fine. I really am not lonely at all.

Roger: Ho-oh?

After sparing a glance toward the entrance, where Alfons disappeared,

in one smooth motion, Roger grabbed my chin and——

Roger: I think I get what Al was saying. The way your lips pout when you’re sulking is pretty cute.

Kate: ——mngh!?

He then stole my lips as if it were the most natural thing in the world.

Kate: Wh... why this all of a sudden...!?

In a panic I pushed him away, and Roger quirked his lips up, not showing an ounce of remorse.

Roger: ‘Cause you’re a good woman who acts tough even when lonely, and Al’s full of openings.

(W...what should I do...)

Kate: And after Alfons told me he wouldn’t kiss anyone but me...

Roger: ... (O_O)

R: Pfft, haha! I see now, lil lady, so that’s what you were all hung up on.

Paying no mind to how I was growing pale, Roger stifled his laughter, amused.

Kate: ...? What else could I mean but that?

Roger: Haha... nothing, I say. Nothing. Sorry for teasing you. I won’t do it anymore, so you can relax.

R: Ahh, but if he makes you cry, I might end up doing something I shouldn’t.

R: I happen to like crying faces, you know.

Kate: Wh—absolutely not...! I don’t intend to cry anyway!

Roger’s lips quirked egotistically, and as if running from him, I ran up the stairs.

And then——the next day.

(Yesterday’s kiss... was on me, for not being on my guard.)

(I’ll have to be more careful from now on so there is no next time at all.)

(...It wasn’t as though I was going out of my way to make Alfons feel bad, so I think this matter is best kept a secret.)

Alfons: Why, what’s got you so positively troubled, Kate?

Kate: Eek...!?

He gave a poke to my side, causing me to jump up.

Alfons: Aha, quite sensitive, are you? Could it be in a lascivious kind too?

Kate: No, it just tickled...!

Alfons, who had returned in the morning, just woke up, and with his shirt disheveled from sleeping, he let out an amused laugh.

(Yeah, I think that matter should definitely stay a secret...)

(It’s not like Alfons tells me what he does at night either, so...!)

As a change of pace, I announced my plans for today.

Kate: Anyway, more than that, today’s the day I draw your portrait, right?

Alfons: Why of course, clear as day. Ah, perhaps I should take this off?

Kate: No, the way you are right now is fine.

Alfons placed his hands on his shirt button, when I stopped him and pushed him down on the chair.

Alfons: If the ink is going to disappear, you wanted to test out making a painting in its stead?

A: And the day before that, by that same line of logic, you also took photos, no?

A: Oh, and sometime before that, I seem to recall you using a gramophone or some recent technology like that to record my voice...

Kate: Just in case, okay! Anyway, stay still now.

Alfons: Yes, alright.

After some bantering, Alfons crossed his long legs and rested his chin on his hand.

I set up the easel and canvas, then began to sketch.

Alfons: So you can paint pictures as well, can you, Kate? I didn’t know.

Kate: But I can’t draw? That’s why I’m practicing.

K: But I’ll be good at it by the time I become a grandma, and I’ll become a master artist.

Alfons: Ahha! Are you implying you intend to live with me until your elderly years?

A: What rose-colored glasses you must wear, given your partner works for an assassination organization.

(Of course, I do know that. And nobody knows when death comes knocking either.)

The things I’m doing right now also may not amount to much when it comes to overcoming his fate as well.

(But, even so...)

Kate: But that’s exactly why I want to engrave this moment we’re living together in me.

Alfons: ...Hehe, what an earnest soul.

Once again, Alfons kept his eyes on me as though he were looking at something dazzling.

Every time I looked at him to make sure I got his figure, my eyes would meet with that look I’ve come to hold so dear, causing my heart to skip a beat.

(I-I have to focus.)

As if to rid myself of any distractions, I moved the charcoal. But...

(This... I can’t even say this can even amount to a ‘lack of skill.’)

The more lines I connected, the more despair I felt at the result.

Alfons: Is there something wrong? You’ve been growing ever more paler, dare I say.

Kate: Ah, don’t move from there... agh, don’t look!

Alfons: Let’s see now——

The moment he laid his eyes on the canvas with the disastrous drawing on it,

Alfons, paying no mind to any consideration, pointed at the painting and burst out laughing.

Alfons: Ahaha! T-this... are you telling me that’s a person, by any chance? Ahahahaha!

Kate: From now on, I say! From now on, I’ll get better!

Alfons: Hah... truly, you are quite interesting.

After laughing so hard to the point of tears, Alfons took the charcoal from my hand.

Kate: Ah...!

Alfons: Say, Kate.

A: If you do want to improve... wouldn’t it be better to get to know my body even more?

Kate: ...!

Hearing his seductive tone——my body started to sweetly ache suddenly, as if a switch had flipped on then and there.

My fingers, no longer holding the charcoal after having been taken away by Alfons, was tempted toward the buttons on his shirt.

Kate: ...Your shirt... it’ll get stained...

Alfons: Then by all means, go ahead and stain it, with your fingers.

He went out of his way to use suggestive wording as he relished my reactions.

(I know that... and yet...)

He made me imagine lewd scenarios, as expected, and my body became wet on its own with anticipation.

(...It’s like I’m being trained to Alfons’ tastes,)

(and it is embarrassing... but it also makes me happy.)

After all, it was proof that he was carving his love into me——

And I ended up feeling happy, to a hopeless extent.

When I took off his buttons, Alfons invited my fingertips within.

Alfons: See now, if you touch me like this... you can get to know my figure better, no?

Kate: ...!

While being guided by him, my fingers went from his chest to his stomach, as though tracing his muscles——

Kate: ah... Alfons...

Alfons: Make sure you remember this shape well, alright?

——By the time I touched his heat, I had already fallen into his sweet trap.

—— Time skip ——

Alfons: You took my picture, recorded my voice, and even made a painting... but in the end, none of them may be left behind, you know.

After the sketching gradually devolved into a sweet moment in bed——

I was sulking while Alfons was playing languidly with my hair with an amused smile.

Alfons: I actually did not like photos, you know?

Kate: ...Really?

Alfons: Indeed. All that to say, you have taken my virginity when it comes to photos, so be sure to take responsibility for that.

He booped the tip of my nose, and my heart throbbed sweetly in response, having forgotten I was sulking before.

(Alfons, who had tried to throw aside this relationships without taking responsibility and disappear,)

(was now saying binding words to this relationship, like ‘take responsibility’ and whatnot...)

I felt happiness bubble up inside me at that——but at the same time, I remembered something I had felt guilty about.

(Here Alfons is, trying his best to love me to the fullest,)

(so thinking I should keep a secret from him... is not really good, is it.)

Kate: U-um... Alfons, actually, I have something I need to apologize for...

Alfons: Well I’ll be, an amusing feeling does tickle me. So, what is it?

Kate: I...

K: While you were out, I got kissed by Roger.

Alfons: ......... (O_O)

Kate: So, I’m really sorry...

After a bout of surprise——Alfons burst out laughing, his shoulders trembling.

(W-why is he laughing...?)

Alfons: Ahh... you...really are... hehe——

A: For the record, if it’s a ‘kiss you don’t really mean,’ then by all means, go kiss however many times you fancy.

Kate: Wha—!? But, you said you wouldn’t do it with anyone but me...

Alfons: It hardly counts if you were forced into it anyhow, no? That’s nothing but an accident, I’d say.

(Oh, I see, thank goodness… hm? But wait…)

Kate: Wouldn’t that mean you also don’t count such kisses then?

Alfons: Oopsie, that was my bad. I got a tad loose-lipped there.

Kate: ………Ever since you told me you would only kiss me, how many times have you kissed?

Alfons: Weeell, my memory is quite a bit foggy. Perhaps two or three times, if I had to guess?

(I swear, this man——!)

Going on top of him, I pressed my lips on his in a reckless motion.

I found it frustrating how his lips took in mine with an amused smile playing on them.

Kate: Mm… Alfons, you good-for-nothing, you!

Alfons: Oh, I am very well aware of that.

Kate: You womanizer! Liar! Pervert!

Alfons: Why, that last one does have a positively nice ring to my ears, yes?

Kate: Eek…

I tumbled down onto the bed, our positions reversed.

The springs of the bed sounded as Alfons went on top of me.

Alfons: And… have you come to dislike this good-for-nothing, womanizer, liar and pervert?

Kate: …I……! ——!

While doing things he shouldn’t, he already knew how I would answer as he smiled like the devil.

And as if to burn the sight of each of my reactions in him——his eyes narrowed like he was looking at something bright.

(There he goes again, playing with my feelings like a toy and teasing me… he really is out there.)

(But…)

Kate: I… I like… it…

(I can’t bear to think about a life without you in it anymore.)

Alfons: And I as well, Kate.

Those lips, curved up in an arc, showered kisses on me.

I didn’t want this playful exchange between us to end.

Until they were engraved into my memory, and left a scar that would never fade away, I wanted it to last forevermore.

Today as well, a gloomy darkness blanketed over London, as always.

The man who went around showing illusions as a temporary escape from reality threw his body into the darkness of the night once again.

Roger: Heading out again? You just never learn, do you.

Alfons: I could very much say the same for you. Do you find it that fun to talk with me?

Roger: Well, if only I could find out what you’re really up to, what with you making her lonely and uncertain every time.

Alfons: And what makes you think I would openly share that with you?

Roger: Beats me. But if there ever comes a day you don’t come back the next morning, I’ll be taking the lil lady.

R: ——What would you do, if I said that?

Alfons: Ahha! Are you insinuating that I’ll once again up and kick the bucket just like that?

With a smile, Alfons turned toward Roger.

Alfons: The prospect of dying first can dig itself in a ditch for all I care.

A: Even if it’s by one minute — or even by a single second — I will die after Kate.

A: After all, I would just loathe to be forgotten by her, you see.

A: Ahh, and before I forget——

Roger: …!

He grabbed Roger by the collar and pulled him in.

With a smile plastered on his face, those ashy gray eyes seemed to contain an icy, murderous intent.

Alfons: …The next time you kiss Kate, I will bite off these lips of yours.

Spitting out those words as if trying to hit him with them, he turned his back and frock coat on the castle and departed.

Roger: I see now. …So even the way he loves is a handful.

As Roger saw him off, he immediately heard two people’s footsteps.

Kate: …Oh, Roger, what good timing.

Roger: Hm? What’s up, lil lady… and is that Elbert?

Elbert: I was taking a stroll… when Kate called out to me…

Kate: Roger, could you help with tail… or rather, umm, oh yes, that’s it!

K: Could you accompany us… on this stroll while watching his back?

Roger: …So the lil lady’s love is also the same.

Kate: Did you say something…?

Roger: Nope, I was just talking to myself.

To him, love was a fleeting thing, and the everyday fragile.

So that’s why, no matter if it was night or day, he would play me and drive me to insanity——that was his way of love.

He seemed to enjoy it more since falling in love with me.

And today as well, I was being played by this villainous, yet ever endearing illusion.

To you, my beloved

I tried to add on ‘my beloved’ and whatnot.

So, how goes it? Did your heart skip a beat or two?

I’m the one who wrote it of my own volition, but I couldn’t help but laugh.

After all, this is the first time ever writing something as colorful as ‘my beloved’... it just seemed like I wasn’t myself, like this wasn’t reality at all.

However, when looking at those words, I am sure that more likely than not, you would have a happy grin on your face, and when I thought of that, it wasn’t a bad feeling.

Ah, wouldn’t you say this has come to sound a bit like a love letter? I suppose I really can do it if I try.

Someday, the words I’ve penned on this paper with this ink will fade to nothing.

So that’s why, Kate, engrave these words in your eyes and your mind... so you may never forget.

And now at this point, it’s become a tad like a cursed letter, so I will end it around here.

Ahh, it completely slipped my mind to write out a naughty invitation that you so seem to enjoy. Indeed, how unlike me.

What shall it be tonight... Well, I suppose I’ll use this quill to play a little prank on your body. Do look forward to it, alright? Well then, until next time.

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ruinsof-rome · 3 months ago

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My theories on the album covers

okay, I'm having many thougts based on the posts on tiredandlonelymuse and I'm trying to articulate everything so hear me out:

the standart cover is the only one that the face isn't interchangeable, and it's also the only one that we see only the face, covered in makeup in a way that evokes tenderness, innocence, melancholy, doll vibes. it could also be like when a child tries to do their makeup to try to emulate being older, playing pretend, but you can still see that's only a child, an innocent being. (i wanted to articulate more on this but i'm having trouble expressing myself in english)

now to the expression on her face. it feels like they're daydreaming, or dissassociating. the gaze looking far away, as if she's not mentally here anymore. see, this is their "tender core", who as a child "became such a skilled dis-associator that I split in two".

“Leave your body, and go somewhere else.”

so this cover we see Ashley, putting makeup on to play pretend as if she's someone else, dissassociating from their reality.

also i want to include this excerpt because i feel like it relates somehow: "My therapist once told me, “You are the guiltiest feeling person I’ve ever met” and just to prove her right, I took it to heart. An astrologer said, “You have so much water in your chart. What is it like to feel the emotions of every single person alive, everyday?” and I wept because I sensed he was displeased. A teacher told my parents “She’s very sensitive. Far more than the other kids in her class.” I took my SATs at 9 years old, but they encouraged my mother to hold me back because of how my eyes glistened when I heard the word no."

ok, so now onto the variants.

for the empty faces, we have "I will always reassemble to fit perfectly for you" "Someone new peeking through the room. I fear the name you whispered is mine, I’ll know it soon. I’m headless, I’m just limbs. I think they’re coming in. I already died, so this is extra time."

and if the empty space is a mirror, "Her voice and visage a reflection of your deepest dreams and darkest fears." "Standing now, in the mirror that i built myself"

on the covers with the faces on, i read some posts on @inthenameofloveforthesakeofpower that made me think

the only variant that's looking away and is expressing some emotion is the 70's one. the others are looking directly to the camera, displaying no emotions.

but at the same time, they all relate to this part "In a confusing chain of events, my maladaptive daydream became my full time reality. My armor can walk and talk and they look just like me."

and these variants showcase the "ability of a woman who can become anyone, anything your heart desires. Friend, lover, foe. She transforms before your very eyes."

we establish that the variants are the Halsey persona, the armor, that protects the core of Ashley while also being able to transform in every form imaginable.

OK NOW TO THE FUN PART: why is blonde halsey the only one looking away?

her face on this particular cover looks A LOT like the close up on the standart one. it's not the same photo, but both of them have this look of melancholy and dissassociation. andd i just noticed that the eye makeup is the same on both covers!! the eyelashes and the black liner are exactly the same.

blonde halsey is related to the song The End, the most personal song released, talking about their health struggles. This comes from ashley, the person who is sick. but she's releasing the song under the cover of halsey, as if she's the child that's putting make up on to appeal to the world. that's why we can see her with the same expression, looking away in fear when becoming this other persona. she's too scared to tell these big news by herself.

then we get to the other covers, where her maladaptive daydream became their full time reality. that's why they all are looking directly to the camera, because they created their conciousness, they're the reality now, they are in the present.

i'm seeing as if the covers are progressing, as in each one that passes she's getting more and more into the halsey persona

pink halsey, the last on the scale, represents the songs Lucky and Lonely is the Muse, both of wich feels like it's Halsey talking from their experience. She's a popstar, she's so lucky, but why is she still so sad? She's a muse, built from special pieces that can always reassemble to fit perfectly for you.

also back to blonde halsey x the others, i have this other theory where there's this part "I already died, so now I see it open eyed. I already died, so I am justified." she could be the only one with conciousness, seeing it open eyed

ok that's it for now!!! i'm sleepy but my head was bubbling with these thoughts so i needed to write them down! i'm sorry for any errors or if i couldn't express myself correctly, i'm writing on my second language so some thoughts are difficult to translate. i'm probably super wrong about all of this, but i had fun writing!!

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mayflysdie · 1 year ago

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Pub drama-Soap Mactavish

{Warnings: mentions of violence, alcohol, language}

~Soap accompanies you to a pub, where you're celebrating your friends birthday.

A/N: a friend req this so here we are. ( I feel like all I've done is Angsty fics, where the MC always gets in trouble. but that will change soon)

we gathered at a local pub for my friends birthday, we sit at a booth, eagerly awaiting the arrival of everyone. i stare at Soap, his fashionable ensemble – black jeans and a grey t-shirt. On the other hand, I have chosen to adorn a dainty black silk spaghetti strap dress with a subtle slit running up the side till reaching just beyond my hip. my wavy black hair tied into a messy bun atop my head. “hm, if i didn't know any better lass, i’d say you’re trying to seduce me” Soap says, barely loud enough to hear over the thundering music.

i laugh, shaking my head. “You say that daily. i could be wearing the ugliest Christmas sweater and you would still ask that question". He chuckles, leaning back into the booth, never averting his eyes from my form. The dancing lights in the background illuminating his gaze and providing me with a captivating visage.

My heart is filled with joy as I look at the man I adore. "I love you, you goofball," I say with a grin, watching as he sends me a wink in response. I'm about to tease him some more when I notice my girls walking towards us. Quickly, I stand up and embrace the birthday girl, a huge smile on my face. “Happy birthday vinnie!” i all but shout in her ear. which is probably another reason me and Soap get along so well- we’re both loud. she giggles in response, hugging me.

she pulls away and almost instantly drags us to the bar, the other girls following close behind. “shots! seven trays please, none of these bitches are walking out sober”she shouts at the bartender, who laughs at her display. i roll my eyes, not entirely wanting to get drunk but heck it, Soap is with me.

i cast a glance his way, noting how his eyes were already glued to me.I smile and give a swift twist of the head when the trays, carrying six shots each as well as the additional martini's my companion requested, are placed in front of us. “ to Vinnie!” we chant before taking the shots. i nearly cough from the burn, wiping my mouth of the alcohol dripping down my chin. i smile sheepishly at Vinnie, who laughs at me.

four hours in and i can barely form a thought, dancing with Vinnie on the dance floor. the rest of the girls tapped out an hour ago, saying they felt the building spin in the universe.

“hey, i gotta pee” Vinnie slurs, grabbing my hand and making for the ladies room. i wobbly follow behind, trying to focus on which foot goes next. We enter the bathroom and she hastily scurries towards the lavatory - I follow suit, bracing myself against the sink. She begins to chuckle from within the stall, evidently entertained by the comical drawing of a penis on the wall. I roll my eyes in response. i stare at myself in the mirror, my face slap red from the amount of alcohol, it’s almost laughable.

i hear a thud behind me, and turn around to see Vinnie stumble out of the stall, nearly falling face first into the sink. “girl, be careful” i scold lightly, like a mother would her child. she simply grins up at me, too drunk to comprehend my words. "Nyla, such a worry wort" she mumbles drunkenly.

after assisting her in washing her hands, we walk hand in hand out of the bathroom, and only then do i notice how far down the hall it is from the bar, from Soap.

the dim lights flicker in the hallway, giving an eerie feeling to my already uneasy mind. we make it about a quarter way down the hall when Vinnie's hand is suddenly yanked out of mine. i spin around, wobbling as i do so. to see a nasty looking man holding her by the neck and waist. my anger rises, “what the fuck!” i exclaim. i go to take a step forward, when arms creep around my waist, pulling me flush against what i can only assume is the body of a man. “hey hey, don't be harsh. we’re only looking for some fun” the man whispers in my ear, sending a chill down my spine.

where is Soap’s helicopter ass when i need him. i silently curse.

when i thrash in the mans hold, he grips me tighter, moving a hand to my mouth and my eyes widen in fear. I observed Vinnie as she forcefully kicked her assailant's legs, resulting in them losing their grasp on her; she bolted free. I chomp down hard on the man's hand which was covering my mouth, removing a segment of flesh.

He swiftly pulled back his arm, however shockingly kept his hold around my midsection firm, so intense that I couldn't break away. I glance in the direction of Vinnie and give my head a sorrowful shake, the fear evident in my eyes. "get Soap!" I shout, and she immediately takes off, running at such a pace that she disappears down the hallway quicker than a flash. okay, Soap will be here soon, i just need to distract them.

And i do just that-using the arms around my waist to my advantage, I thrust my legs up, sending a powerful kick to the chest of the man standing before me. He is thrown back, desperately trying to regain breath.

my head is suddenly yanked back, and view of my attacker is looming mere inches from my face. “ you’re a real bitch, huh”he grunts. slamming my face into the wall, i grunt as my face ignites with a flood of pain. he loosens his grip momentarily, giving me enough time to spin around, Before I could even think, my fist met his nose with a sickening crunch.

He crashed to the floor, clutching his face in pain. I can hear swift footfalls drawing nearer, so turning around to get a glimpse of the source, I behold an infuriated Soap accompanied by a weeping Vinnie. I found myself flashing an elated yet perhaps unnerving grin, considering the blood-stained corners of my mouth.

Soap comes to a halt inches from me, taking my face in his hands. “are you okay?” his tone is filled with worry, and controlled rage. i nod my head, smiling to reassure him. “yeah, though i’m pissed off, actually. how dare they touch Vinnie and me” I rant, turning around to send a last, swift kick into the ribs of the man behind me. Soap pulls me away gently as security runs up. “let’s get ya cleaned, ya? you look positively rabid bon” i laugh and agree. i grab Vinnie's hand, clutching tightly.

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bonus part-

all of 141 gathered around the watch the footage Soap took from the pub. he pressed play on the computer, watching with baited breath. he hears Gaz gasp behind him as they watch the man snatch Vinnie, then Nyla. Ghost squints and leans closer as Nyla raises her legs and kicks the other man, sending him flying into the opposite wall. Price whistles, a proud smirk on his face.

once the video finishes, Soap leans back in his chair, torn between feeling proud and absolutely livid.

"got yourself an mma fighter, huh" Gaz teases. Soap sends him a look, "the lass was piss drunk. I'm both amazed and terrified." Soap grumbles, crossing his arms. His eyes glancing at Ghost, who, has watched the video three times now. " are you sure there isn't something she's hiding from you? if she was as drunk as you say, her movements seem suspicious" Ghost says with caution.

Soap simply smiles and shakes his head, "known the lass since fourth grade, there's nothin' I don know about her"

Gaz sends a worried glance his way, "stalker much?" he adds, sounding slightly concerned.

Soap smiles, not confirming or denying it.

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chickenparm · 1 year ago

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Hmmmmm i would like to request reader proposing to kaveh from kavehs point if view pwitty pwease 😘

ha ha okay i got a little goofy with it, enjoy. thanks for the request! :^)

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Kaveh/gn!Reader 885 Words - SFW

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Though it's Kaveh whose fingertips trace along your skin, he is the one with goosebumps. It's not from any chilliness in the air - it's the dog days of Summer in Sumeru - nor is it from any sensation he is experiencing physically.

Though, it wouldn't be the first time that he's felt every one of his nerves tingling at the feeling of you in his arms.

But this time, it's simply a feeling in the air itself. A quiet sort of contemplation that emanates from you as the two of you finally regain your breath and lay in one another's arms, skin against skin. Rather than nuzzle your face into his neck as per usual, your eyes are instead trained toward the ceiling in a vacant expression indicating your distraction.

At the beginning of things, when his relationship with you was fresh and new, Kaveh might have tried to pry. A few questions to try and get you to voice your thoughts before they were ready. But time has tempered his patience when it comes to your stream of consciousness, and Kaveh has come to understand that given enough time, you'll tell him what he needs to know.

Rolling a bit to prop his head on his hand, elbow against the pillows, he looks down at you. Not expectantly or anything of the sort - it's simply admiration. The line of your throat bobs, your eyelashes brush against your cheeks as you blink, your lips swollen from his kisses that may have been a little too amorous today. At his movement, your eyes snap from the ceiling above to his own visage, and your distraction is melted away with a little smile and an inhale before you speak.

"What are you doing tomorrow?"

It's a silly question, and Kaveh hesitates for a moment, wondering if it's a joke. Tomorrow is your anniversary, and you're well aware that the two of you planned on spending it at home doing absolutely nothing at all together. Either a nice dinner cooked here, or some takeout, nothing concrete. But ultimately, it's a busy day with you.

When Kaveh doesn't answer right away, you take that as an answer in itself, and continue, "I've got a fun idea, if you're interested."

"I'm always interested." Kaveh answers on instinct. As if he wouldn't follow you to the ends of Teyvat. Like he isn't completely wrapped around your finger, entirely willing.

Your eyes turn to the ceiling, your cheek shifting as you chew on it. Indecision, he recognizes, and once more he draws on patience to let you work through whatever it is that's going on in your head. Maybe you think he won't like it, or he'll say no, or perhaps it's something so ridiculous that you're just now embarrassed to-

"Let's go to the Akademiya tomorrow and file some paperwork."

"Paperwork? And risk seeing Alhaitham on my day off? Sorry, darling, I'm not sure that's something I want to subject myself to, even for you."

Mirroring his position, you roll onto your side and prop yourself on your elbow, an unreadable expression on your face. Or, he notes it as false confidence, but the root cause is a mystery... for only a moment.

"Even if it's marriage paperwork?"

"What?"

Kaveh knows what that means at its base level, of course. Paperwork to apply for a marriage license, to legally unite two people. One summer, he did a short stint in the legal archives of the House of Daena and took on the task of reorganizing such files for some extracurricular credits. But what purpose could any of that serve, unless... "You want to get married? To me?"

"No, to Tighnari. Yes, to you, silly man. If you want to, of course. No pressure or anything, if that's not something you want, it's not like I'll hold it against you-"

"Okay, I'm offended you think I'd say no." Kaveh gripes, blowing out a breath to push a strand of hair from his face before sitting up completely. "Secondly, I'm upset that you mentioned it before I could. I had this whole plan laid out, I even convinced Alhaitham to help. Alhaitham. Do you know what I had to bargain just to get him to even listen, much less participate?"

"Wait, seriously?"

"Yes! Alhaitham was supposed to come by tomorrow with this convoluted request for us and it would derail our whole day until the end when I would-... Ugh, never mind. He'll just be happy he doesn't have to do it anymore." Kaveh pinches the bridge of his nose just for a moment to gather his thoughts, and continues in a softer tone, "So, I take it you would have said yes? If things went how I planned?"

"I'm offended you think I'd say no." You parrot back, and barely a beat goes by before Kaveh's fingers are curled a little too tightly around the back of your neck to hold you still as he descends upon your lips with far more ardor than he's ever shown before.

A flash of copper blooms on your tongue for a moment at the force of it, but all you can do is laugh as he pulls back, then gives you another and another to drown you in kisses between his words. "Yes... we'll... go... tomorrow!"

#4k follower special #kaveh #kaveh genshin #kaveh x reader #gn!reader #fic #fanfic #fanfiction #request #genshin #genshin impact

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askvladdraculatepes · 3 months ago

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Hello, my lord. I am a very curious little man and this question may seem strange, but can you move your ears? And also, can I draw you? You are too beautiful, you are my ideal man. (~˘▾˘)~❤️‍🔥

"I can move my ears, yes. I'vee the ability to move them to help me locate even the smallest, most subtle of sounds. It's very useful when stalking prey; if they try to hide. good hearing can make all the difference between a meal and going home on an empty stomach. As for your second inquiry, I would be honored. You flatter me with your compliments, and I do look forward to seeing you draw my visage. I lack a mirror image after all, it is the only way for me to be able to see myself."

#castlevania roleplay #ask dracula #ask vlad dracula tepes #ask blog #vlad dracula tepes #dracula #castlevania dracula #castlevania rp #castlevania askblog #castlevania netflix #castlevania #dracula roleplay

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pricegouge · 5 months ago

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Told myself I was gonna get better about posting WIP Wednesdays so here's a rough little intro for the slasher/trucker idea I mentioned the other day

Like most terrible things in your life, it starts of with a dare.

The highway stretches out infinitely before you, shimmering and molten under the blazing desert sun. When you check the side view, the mirror repeats the image, overlayed with your own double reflection. You'd made a game of trying to line yourself up with the visage trapped in the window glass, grown bored of when you finally noticed how tired you look. Drawn in a way you're not very familiar with. When Laura had suggested she drive the five state haul to see your favorite band, you'd latched onto the idea wholeheartedly, eager to spend some quality time with the high school best friend you'd sort of fallen off with in recent years. But road trips are always more fun in theory than in practice, and with every mile that passes you're reminded why you'd distanced yourself from her.

Laura spots the eighteen wheeler you're coming up on before you do. "I dare you," she drawls in the same tone you'd used to initiate a game of eye spy two states back, back when there were colors to spy other than brown and tan. "I dare you to flash this trucker when I pass him."

Whatever happened to twenty Q? "Geeze, can't even buy them a drink first?" You quip.

"No," Laura laughs. "Think he's supposed to buy you one, when we stop."

It's a struggle to hide your grimace, the notion setting you on edge. She'll call you a baby or something if you decline so you're hoping to play it off like a joke. Laughing stiffly, you busy your hands with the radio, hoping to find something other than car dealership commercials seeing as service had run out a while back.

#wip wednesday #💷🔪

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eiiskonigin · 2 years ago

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general tag drop

#( about ) / ✦ we schnee's are unique .#( aesthetic ) / ✦ be like snow - cold but beautiful .#( answered ) / ✦ do i make myself clear ?#( crack ) / ✦ don't mistake my rhyming for a cheery demeanor .#( dash commentary ) / ✦ i counted at least three strikes missed .#( edits ) / ✦ missa's back on her shit .#( games ) / ✦ i don't have time for your immature games .#( headcanon ) / ✦ your destiny was chosen for you .#( music ) / ✦ endlessly twirling in a music box with a broken melody .#( open ) / ✦ i'm giving you a head start .#( psa ) / ✦ failure to cooperate with atlas military personnel is a punishable offense .#( save ) / ✦ you were just speaking from your heart .#( self-promo ) / ✦ even the thorns have roses .#( starter call ) / ✦ it's time for you to go .#( visage ) / ✦ i look in the mirror and i try to see myself .#( wishlist ) / ✦ is the thing i see the thing i have to be ?#( dash games ) / ✦ somebody make me feel alive and shatter me !#( anonymous ) / ✦ just another stranger in the sea of faces .#( ooc ) / ✦ defrosted ice queen .

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wisteria-prompts · 1 year ago

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Hi! It says your requests are open. May I request giyuu x fem reader comfort? Specifically comfort for body hair. I’m afab but I have more body hair than a lot of men I know and it makes me feel really disgusting and un-feminine. Could you write something where he comforts her about it because she’s afraid he’ll think she’s nasty and won’t be intimate with her?

feel free to ignore if you aren’t comfortable with it

thank you have a good day<3

Sorry that this is a little short, I didn't feel like this kind of prompt would fit into a longer drabble than this. Hopefully the bonus HC's make up for it.

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Giyuu Tomioka x Fem!Reader W/ Body Hair

“I’m covered in body hair.” You say one day, entirely out of the blue, as you stare at yourself in the mirror.

“What?” You hear Giyuu quietly question from his place across the room from you, rummaging through the closet as he looks for a fresh uniform to wear. You look behind you in the mirror at him, your self-conscious gaze unable to bear looking at yourself anymore.

“Y’know. It’s like, a lot more than other girls...” You say, stuttering a little as you wait for his reaction. You can only see him turn to you, uniform folded in his hands with his usual countenance in place. You fear you haven’t explained this enough for him.

“...And?”

You stare at him as if he grew three heads, finally facing him without the mirror.

“And, it’s hideous! I mean, aren’t you at least a little disgusted by it?” You scrunch up your nose as you bring up your arm, which exemplifies the body hair you find yourself at constant odds with. Giyuu just looks at it with the world’s most unimpressed stare, not a single muscle moving on his face. He looks back up at your own visage, closing the distance between you with confident strides.

“No.” He says simply, taking your arm and pressing a chaste kiss to it. He doesn’t seem bothered by the thick hairs touching his lips at all, and it confuses you as much as it does give you butterflies in your stomach.

“There is no part of you that I find myself disgusted by. It’s simply impossible.” And he says it with such resolution that it makes your heart ache. Your brows furrow, trying to fight back sudden tears that prick at your eyes. You’d been holding in these insecurities for so long, and to have them just batted away like that by the love of your life is…Well, it’s cathartic in a way.

“...You’re not just saying that to make me feel better, right?” You hesitantly question, looking at him for any indication that he’s lying. Even though you know he wouldn’t.

“Of course not.” Giyuu says, and suddenly he’s closer than you remember him being. His lips are right next to your ear, breath warm, and his hair tickles your skin where it drapes over it. “Would you like me to show you just how attractive you are, hair and all?”

The way his voice dips has your knees feeling like jelly, and you can’t nod fast enough.

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He truly does not mind any amount of body hair on his partner, it's just not something he cares about or puts stock into. It's entirely up to his partner's preference what they do with their hair, or lackthereof.

He does, however, find himself noticing said details about you in general. It's probably something he noticed long before you became insecure about it in regards to him- But again, it doesn't matter to him. It's just something that's there.

He personally doesn't have much body hair on himself, but would never place that expectation onto you. He truly thinks you're perfect just as you are, and is willing to go to any lengths to prove that to you.

Will kiss the parts you're most insecure about, in an attempt to soothe those anxieties and fears.

If it's truly something that bothers you though, he will help you shave anywhere you need help with. He ends up integrating it into his "Y/N Care Package" that he ends up forming shortly after you two turn intimate, where his aftercare turns up a notch and becomes like a second body worship session.

If you don't want to shave, that's perfectly fine with him too. He supports your decisions 100%!

#demon slayer #demon slayer imagines #demon slayer x reader #kimetsu no yaiba #kimetsu no yaiba imagines #kimetsu no yaiba x reader #giyuu tomioka x reader #giyuu tomioka

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a-muscle-the-size-of-your-fist · 3 months ago

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Your Heart Is A Muscle The Size Of Your Fist; So Keep On Lovin'; Keep On Fightin' (𝔸𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

I Heard A Scream In The Woods Somewhere (𝔹𝕝𝕒𝕚𝕣 𝕎𝕚𝕥𝕔𝕙 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

Some People Are Just Born With Tragedy In Their Blood (𝔽𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕝 𝔻𝕖𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕟𝕒𝕥𝕚𝕠𝕟 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

There Are Devils To Slay And Dragons To Ride; If They See You Coming; Hell They Better Hide (𝕀𝕟𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕚𝕠𝕦𝕤 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

Everyone Was Stoked; It Was Like The Whole School Was Totally Coked Or Something (𝕃𝕠𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕡𝕠𝕡 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

We Twist In Torment And Make-Believe; There's A Truth And We All Submit (ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕪 ℙ𝕝𝕒𝕪𝕥𝕚𝕞𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

I Never Thought I'd Live To See The Dead Walk (ℝ𝕖𝕤𝕚𝕕𝕖𝕟𝕥 𝔼𝕧𝕚𝕝 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

So How Did You Learn To Be Sick; So Cunning? It's Easy To Sing But You Just Keep On Humming Along (𝕊𝕒𝕨 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

Serial Killers Know How To Party (𝕊ℍℝ𝕆𝕆𝕄𝕊 𝕄𝕌𝕊𝔼𝕊)

Don't Make A Sound; They're Not Dead; Just Sleeping (𝕊𝕚𝕝𝕖𝕟𝕥 ℍ𝕚𝕝𝕝 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

Why Must I Digest You When Every Single Bite I Take Gives Me Chronic Stomach Ache? (𝕋𝕖𝕩𝕒𝕤 ℂ𝕙𝕒𝕚𝕟𝕤𝕒𝕨 𝕄𝕒𝕤𝕤𝕒𝕔𝕣𝕖 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

Mirror My Melody; Transfer My Tragedy; Got A Curse I Cannot Lift (𝕋𝕙𝕖 ℚ𝕦𝕒𝕣𝕣𝕪 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

I Can Be the Monster; I Can Be The Teeth Sunk In Your Skin (𝕌𝕟𝕥𝕚𝕝 𝔻𝕒𝕨𝕟 𝕄𝕦𝕤𝕖𝕤)

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I'm Not A Good Person Ask Anyone Who Knows Me; I'm Mean And Bitter And A Failure (𝔸𝕕𝕒𝕞)

And When She Walks All The Wind Blows And The Angels Sing (𝔸𝕤𝕙𝕝𝕖𝕪)

I Want To Ride My Bicycle I Want To Ride My Bike (𝔹𝕚𝕝𝕝𝕪)

I Will Battle For The Sun And I Won’t Stop Until I’m Done (𝔹𝕠𝕓𝕓𝕪)

It Skulks Around In The Shadows Watching Me; It's Waiting! It's Torturing Me By Waiting! (ℂ𝕒𝕥ℕ𝕒𝕡)

I Might Be The Villain In Somebody Else's Story But That's Fine (ℂ𝕖𝕔𝕚𝕝𝕚𝕒)

Kill Me I’m A Monster I Beg You Now ‘Cause I’m Not A Killer (ℂℍ𝕒𝕔𝕜𝕖𝕥𝕥)

Hey There; I Know It's Hard To Feel Like I Don't Care At All (ℂ𝕙𝕖𝕝𝕝)

My Life Is Like A Video Game Trying Hard To Beat The Stage (ℂ𝕙𝕣𝕚𝕤)

Fingers Blistered From The Nightly Scratching At The Window Which Won't Open Far Enough To Let Air In (ℂ𝕝𝕒𝕟𝕔𝕪)

I'm Beginning To Lull Myself Into A False Security 'Cause It's Easier To Lie To Yourself Than To Face Reality (𝔻𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕕)

Do You Feel Okay? You Look Pretty Low; Very Handsome Awkward (𝔻𝕪𝕝𝕒𝕟)

I'm Not A Girl I'm A Swarm Of Bees; Wrapped In A Skin Suit; Perfect Teeth (𝔼𝕕𝕚𝕥𝕙)

And Everyone Tells You You’re Better; They Beg And Plead And Scream That You’re Better; But You Could Never Be Better Than You (𝔼𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕤)

I Can Hold The Weight Of Worlds If That's What You Need; Be Your Everything (𝔼𝕥𝕙𝕒𝕟)

Mr. Cellophane Should Have Been My Name 'Cause You Can Look Right Through Me; Walk Right By Me; And Never Know I'm There (𝔽𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣)

I'm Fired Up And Tired Of The Way That Things Have Been (𝔽𝕠𝕤𝕥𝕖𝕣 & 𝕃𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜)

Why Are People Always Hating On Me? Hmm Must Be ‘Cause I’m Really Good Looking (𝔽𝕣𝕒𝕟𝕜𝕚𝕖)

They Won’t Like What I Say I Force It Out Too Corrupt They Hate Me Anyway (𝕀𝕒𝕟)

Don’t Let Me In With No Intention To Keep Me; Jesus Christ; Don't Be Kind To Me; Honey Don't Feed Me; I Will Come Back (𝕁𝕒𝕔𝕠𝕓)

Oh; He's Sweet But A Psycho; A Little Bit Psycho (𝕁𝕒𝕞𝕖𝕤)

I'm Bigger Than My Body; I'm Colder Than This Home; I'm Meaner Than My Demons; I'm Bigger Than These Bones (𝕁𝕖𝕤𝕤)

Game Face On; Hit The Pose Like Perfect! Smack My Face On The Pavement; Nurses! (𝕁𝕦𝕝𝕚𝕖𝕥)

And Then My Eyes Got Used To The Darkness And Everyone That I Knew Was Lost And So Long Forgotten (𝕃𝕒𝕟𝕖)

The Rhythm Of Rebellion From The Rattle In Your Bones; A Sonic Liberation; Salvation In Your Headphones (𝕃𝕒𝕣𝕜)

Tiptoe Through The Window; By The Window That Is Where I'll Be; Come Tiptoe Through The Tulips With Me (𝕃𝕚𝕡𝕤𝕥𝕚𝕔𝕜)

You Look At Me But You Don't See; Understand I'm A Sinner; Don't Corner Me; Don't Lecture Me (𝕃𝕠𝕘𝕒𝕟)

You're Looking Good But You're Feeling The Pressure (𝕃𝕦𝕚𝕤)

The Tide Is Rising High; It's Sink Or Swim; It's Hit Or Miss; What Will You Pick? (𝕃𝕪𝕟𝕟)

I Cut My Tongue On The Rust Of A Silver Spoon (𝕄𝕒𝕝𝕝𝕚𝕔𝕜)

When My Time Comes Around Lay Me Gently In The Cold Dark Earth; No Grave Can Hold My Body Down (𝕄𝕒𝕥𝕥)

I Never Knew You Could Hold Moonlight In Your Hands Until The Night I Held You (𝕄𝕒𝕩)

He Was In The Habit Of Taking Things For Granted; Granted There Wasn't Much For Him To Take (𝕄𝕚𝕜𝕖)

I've Had To Work Much Harder Than This For Something I Want; Don't Try To Resist Me (𝕄𝕠𝕣𝕖𝕒𝕦)

Staying Up Until The Morning I Wish I Was More Discerning (𝕆𝕝𝕚𝕧𝕚𝕒)

What Doesn't Kill You Will Make You A Killer (ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕖)

Of Course I Get Manic When I Cause A Panic (ℙ𝕖𝕥𝕖𝕣)

In The Valley Of The Dolls We Sleep; Got A Hole Inside Of Me (ℙ𝕠𝕡𝕡𝕪)

Oh My Yeah I Get So High I Can’t Think Sometimes I Try And Drown In My Drink (ℝ𝕠𝕣𝕪)

If I Wasn't A Narcissist I Wouldn't Like Me Either (𝕊𝕔𝕠𝕥𝕥)

I Hope I Become A Ghost And Make Sure The Future Turns Out Fine (𝕊𝕡𝕖𝕔𝕤)

You Take A Mortal Man And Put Him In Control; Watch Him Become A God! Watch People's Heads A-Roll! (𝕊𝕨𝕒𝕟)

You'll Learn Right Now I Don't Play Nice And If You Hurt Me Once I'll Kill You Twice (𝕋𝕒𝕣𝕒)

Nothing’s Gonna Hurt You Baby; Nothing’s Gonna Take You From My Side (𝕋𝕣𝕒𝕧𝕚𝕤)

I Feel So Bad I Got A Worried Mind; I'm So Lonesome All The Time (ℤ𝕠𝕖)

PET TAGS

If You Want Me To Wait I Will Wait For You; If You Tell Me To Stay I Would Stay Right Through (𝔹𝕦𝕝𝕝𝕖𝕥)

I Guess I'm Waiting For Nightfall Or A Solar Eclipse (𝔻𝕦𝕜𝕖)

Here Come The Wolves; They're Coming To Get You (𝕎𝕠𝕝𝕗𝕚𝕖)

VERSE TAGS

V: Don't Scream Your Story's Marred With Bad Intentions - Main Verse - Canon events have happened unless previously discussed. Dead muses can be interacted with as ghosts/zombies or in flashbacks. Note: Adam is dead for this AU.

V: Just Let The Sun In; It's Love! - Everything Is Fine And Nothing Hurts Verse - No canon events have happened. Typically a modern AU unless there's a specified time period in the media.

V: Everything Is Alright; Yeah Tell Me That You're Alright - Post-Canon Fix-It Verse - All canon events happened but Something happened to rewind things. All dead characters are alive again and are okay. They have scars from their deaths, however.

V: Smile For The Camera But Don't Flash Your Teeth - Werepire Verse 1 - Please see muse list for Werepire species of each muse - A verse in which supernatural creatures are real and people know about them. They are integrated into society like normal people for the most part.

V: I Could Be Honest; I Could Be Human; I Could Become The Silver Bullet In Your Head - Werepire Verse 2 - Please see muse list for Werepire species of each muse - A verse in which supernatural creatures are real and they are not widely known by the general public. They must hide themselves and present human as much as they can, and many do by means of magic.

V: The Smell Of Flowers Was So Thick And Sickly Sweet I Felt Like I Might Choke To Death - Hanahaki Verse - Please see muse list for the flowers that they cough up in the verse. UNDER CONSTRUCTION - A verse in which unrequited love leads to the coughing up of flower petals. It can be fatal if the infected person does not get the surgery to remove them or confess and have those feelings returned.

Blair Witch Verses

V: And Everybody Says They Know Better; And Maybe They’re Right - Non-Blair Witch AU - Ellis didn’t go to the forest to look for Peter because Bullet got sick after stealing a piece of pizza with onion on it. He made it because Ellis took him to the vet immediately, but he missed going to the search party. Lane and Talia never went with the group to the woods because of Lane's father interfering and making them late.

V: I Still Felt Real Depressed But I've Got Plenty Of Other Things To Spend My Time - Fix-It AU - Ellis reasons with the witch and manages to undo a lot of the damage to those he cared about. As long as they remain in Black Hills Forest, he is allowed to have Emmett and Carver around. He spends a lot of time with them and calls Jess whenever he has a signal. Lane does not become possessed due to Ellis' relationship to the Witch. She takes pity on him, but cannot let him go, so he remains with Ellis and the others.

V: Sometimes The Short End Of The Stick Is The Sharpest - Becoming Carver AU - Ellis destroyed all of the witch's sigils and eventually became Carver. He is a gentler Carver and is still depressed and guilty. He hates what he's done and craves death much of the time. All he wants is his freedom.

V: Hey Would It Be So Bad If I Stayed? I'm Just A Ghost Out Of His Grave - Ghost!Ellis AU - As a ghost, Ellis haunts the woods and the surrounding area. He is joined by the other dead in the forest and is often subjected to the witch's desires and whims. He spends a lot of time with her and the other ghosts in the forest.

Final Destination Verses

Insidious Verses

Resident Evil Verses

V: I Wanna Start From The Top Maybe Like A Do-Over - Patch Notes AU - Post-canon Fix-It AU. Nobody stayed dead, nothing hurts, and everything is fine.

Saw Verses

Silent Hill Verses

The Quarry Verses

Until Dawn Verses

V: Can You Forgive Me All These Things That I Have Done? What's It Like To Be Two Times Martyred? - Hunter Verse - Post-Canon Supernatural Hunter Verse. All muses are available to become hunters of the monsters that terrorized them or all supernatural creatures.

EVENT TAGS

None At This Time

ON-BLOG & TAGS

I'll Build A New House In Every Town I Pass Maybe Then I Won't Always Feel Lost And Trapped (Adam & Peter)

All You Need Is Just Some Good Fxcking Music You Can Headbang To (Adam & Scott)

A Woman's Voice; I Quickly Ran; Into The Trees With Empty Hands (Ellis & Lane)

I Am Aware That You Are All Assholes; Who The Hell Cares About All Of That Though? (Lark & Scott)

And He Tells Me He's Sick And He's All Alone (Logan & David)

Me Without You Ain't Right (Mike & Jess)

ON-BLOG SHIP TAGS

We Creep About The Floor To Indulge Like Rats (Adam ♡ Lark)

A Mí Ne Gusta Que Me Digan Poesía; Al Oído Por La Noche Cuando Hacemos Groserías (Ashley ♡ Luis)

Eres Una Obra De Arte; Con Solo Mirarte; Algo Que Da Paz (Luis ♡ Ashley)

He Doesn't Know What He Deserves But He Still Falls So Hard It Hurts (David ♡ Logan)

You're A Lesson That I Wish I'd Never Learned So Well (Lark ♡ Scott)

I Shouldn't Have Fallen In Love; Look What It Made Me Become (Logan ♡ David)

I Just Wanna Feel Alive And I Do When I’m With You (Mike ♡ Jess)

Combat Baby; Come Back Baby; Fight Off The Lethargy; Don't Go Quietly (Scott ♡ Adam)

I'm Too Sweet To Be Salty About It; Too Sour To Be Happy Without It (Scott ♡ Lark)

& TAGS (SPECIFIC)

& Tags With @lovely-cadavers

Frown Gets Her Way Like Every Step To The Daylight Keeps You Stumbling On (Ashley & Leon - lovely-cadavers)

Have You Ever Been Close To Tragedy Or Been Close To Folks Who Have? (Clancy & Jack - lovely-cadavers)

I've Never Had To Knock On Wood; But I Know Someone Who Has; Which Makes Me Wonder If I Could (Clancy & Lucas - lovely-cadavers)

I Got These Terrible Dreams Where I Do Terrible Things; I Don't Want To Believe It's You I Am Doing Them To (Ethan & Jack - lovely-cadavers)

Oh; Now You Are A Handful; I Forgot About Handfuls (Ethan & Karl - lovely-cadavers)

I Got The Devil In The Details And He's Gonna Teach Me Wrong From Right (Ethan & Lucas - lovely-cadavers)

I Just Wanted To Protect You; But Now I'll Never Get To (Ethan & Rose - lovely-cadavers)

Come Back To Me A While; Change Your Taste In Men (Luis & Leon - lovely-cadavers)

Say What You Want And What You Want Is Behind Your Teeth (Moreau & Alcina - lovely-cadavers)

They Tell Me That You're Lonely; It's No Surprise When You Walk Around All Day Wearing Those Lonely Eyes (Moreau & Donna - lovely-cadavers)

I'll Be Just Fine Pretending I'm Not; I'm Far From Lonely And It's All That I've Got (Moreau & Karl - lovely-cadavers)

Stronger Folks You Could Not Find; They Ain't Afraid To Speak Their Minds (Zoe & Jack)

'Cause At Night; The Sun In Retreat; Made The Skyline Look Like Crooked Teeth (Zoe & Lucas - lovely-cadavers)

& Tags With @inthepines-inthepines

Can't You See Me? You And I We Are The Same (Ellis & Carver - inthepines-inthepines)

But On The One Day They Close Early; That's The One You Want To Stay (Ellis & Emmett - inthepines-inthepines)

But Please Don't Give Up Dear Walls; Don't Let The Ceiling Fall (Ellis & Jess - inthepines-inthepines)

& Tags With @but-ive-been-called-worse

It Feels Like We're Dying But Baby We're Doing Just Fine (Adam & Amanda - but-ive-been-called-worse)

You'll Never Hear This Song; You'll Never See The Movie In My Head (Adam & Lawrence - but-ive-been-called-worse)

Forget Everything You Think You Knew Of Who I Used To Be I Look Much Better As The Enemy (Cecilia & Amanda - but-ive-been-called-worse)

Pretty Boy Don't Speak; You Pretty Boys Are Only Good For One Thing (Mallick & Brit - but-ive-been-called-worse)

Float Like A Butterfly Sting Like A Killer (Peter & Amanda - but-ive-been-called-worse)

The Saint Charade Is Over Plastic Royalty Exposed (Peter & Lawrence - but-ive-been-called-worse)

People Like You Are Why People Like Me Exist (Peter & Mark - but-ive-been-called-worse)

You're Something To Die For But Don't Hold Your Breath Now; You're Just Killing Time (Peter & Lindsey - but-ive-been-called-worse)

& Tags With [Placeholder]

Here We Are Just About The Same; Foggy Little Feline; Drowsy Little Dog (CatNap & DogDay - Placeholder)

& Tags With @21xpickup

I Died So I Could Have You; I Died So I Could Haunt You (Clancy & Lucas - 21xpickup)

I've Got Friends In All The Right Places; I Know What They Want And I Know They Don't Want Me To Stay (Ethan & Lucas - 21xpickup)

They're Hiding Their Faces; Their Smiles Can Break The Heart In Two (Zoe & Lucas - 21xpickup)

& Tags With @emilesmuseassembly

Don't You Want To Get Matching Necklaces? Each Of Us Can Wear One Half Of The Heart (Jess & Matt - emilesmuseassembly)

The Only Thing Constant Was The Constant Reminder He'd Never Change (Mike & Matt - emilesmuseassembly)

& Tags With @trapped-twins

Don't Look So Down And Out; Built Your House You Burned It Down (Logan & David - trapped-twins)

Everybody Said Uh-Oh; Let's Go; Here Comes Trouble But Trouble Does Come In Threes (Specs & Adam & David)

What If There's Nothing More To Me? I'm Just Skin And Bones; There's No Mystery? (Specs & Adam - trapped-twins)

The Bright Ideas Always Get Lost Along The Way (Specs & David - trapped-twins)

& Tags With @wr4th-of-the-gods

Stay Right Here; We Can Change Our Plight; Storming Through This Despite What's Right (Chell & Stacy - wr4th-of-the-gods)

& Tags With @homelander-rp-blog

You Got A Reaction Didn't You? You Took A White Orchid Turned It Blue (Clancy & Homelander - homelander-rp-blog)

They Cannot Steal The Light That Shines From Who You Once Were (Ethan & Homelander - homelander-rp-blog)

& Tags With @thxwxlf

I'mma Shake You Off Though; Get Up On That Horse And Ride Into The Sunset; Look Back With No Remorse (Bobby & Kekipi - thxwxlf)

I've Got An Animal Inside Of Me; I'm Getting Sick Sick Sick Of Pushing It Down (CHackett & Kekipi - thxwxlf)

& Tags With @suniside-crossing

Don't Be Scared My Friend; Death Is A Beginning Not An End (CatNap & DogDay - suniside-crossing)

& Tags With @riggedtraps

Put Your Fist Up If You Wanna Do Something; Make Your Mind Up If You Wanna Do Something (Logan & Amanda - riggedtraps)

& Tags With @dollhidden

Strutting Through The City; Her Heart Has Got No Pity For You (Ethan & Alcina - dollhidden)

Tragedy Comes In Threes; Third Degree Apathy (Ethan & Bela - dollhidden)

I Need You To Hurt Me; I Need You To Fight Me; I Need You To Kill Me; I Need You To Destroy Me (Ethan & Cassandra - dollhidden)

It's Not That I'm So Unprepared; It's Just You'd Think I'd Grow Out Of This; Wouldn't You? (Ethan & Daniela - dollhidden)

& Tags With @twinklefairy-dust

Is It Wrong There's A Song That Is Called Barracuda? There Is None That Is Named After You! (Moreau & Jazmin - twinklefairy-dust)

& Tags With @mountaindmned

You Don't Have Long; I Can Feel You Feel Strong; But You Don't Bow To Kings Or Anybody (Chris & Jack - Mountaindmned)

& Tags With @fromgallowsandgraves

I've Played With Chance Like You; I Loved To Toy With Fate But Oh; I Didn't Have A Clue (Peter & Adam - fromgallowsandgraves)

SHIPPING TAGS (SPECIFIC)

Ship Tags With @lovely-cadavers

'Cause I'm In Too Deep And I'm Trying To Keep Up Above In My Head Instead Of Going Under (Clancy ♡ Lucas - lovely-cadavers)

If You Rise Again Take A Form I Know (Ethan ♡ Jack - lovely-cadavers)

Baby; No One's Honest Anymore But We Could Be Different (Ethan ♡ Karl - lovely-cadavers)

No Te Vayas Quédate (Luis ♡ Leon - lovely-cadavers)

Ship Tags With @inthepines-inthepines

Somebody Somewhere Will Clean Out Your Wounds With Dirty Fingers (Ellis ♡ Carver - inthepines-inthepines)

If You Need A Little Sunshine You Can Borrow Some Of Mine (Ellis ♡ Emmett - inthepines-inthepines)

Seems Like We've Waited Long Enough For Someone Else To Make Us Feel Complete (Ellis ♡ Jess - inthepines-inthepines)

Ship Tags With @but-ive-been-called-worse

I Need Love So Someone Bring Me A Photographer (Adam ♡ Lawrence - but-ive-been-called-worse)

'Cause When I Mess Up You Never Give Up Your Love; Yeah I'm A Fuck-Up But You Swear I'm Enough (Mallick ♡ Brit - but-ive-been-called-worse)

I'll Fill The Graveyards Until I Have You (Peter ♡ Mark - but-ive-been-called-worse)

Shipping Tags With [Placeholder]

I'm Daydreamin' With My Chin In The Palm Of My Hands; About You And Only You (CatNap ♡ DogDay - placeholder)

Ship Tags With @trapped-twins

I'll Be Your Lucky Star If You Promise That You'll Never Let Me Go (Logan ♡ David - trapped-twins)

Ship Tags With @suniside-crossing

I've Grown A Mouth So Sharp And Cruel; It's All That I Can Give To You My Dear (CatNap ♡ DogDay - suniside-crossing)

#BLOG INFO ➽➽➽#TAGS LIST ➽➽➽#Long Post #cw long post

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tuntunipakhi · 10 days ago

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To let go of the anger I feel I must first acknowledge it, bring it back up from the depths of my gut where words do not go. You can’t fight a monster you cannot see.

I can’t write when I’m like this, the anger simmering in my veins stopping and stuttering as I swallow it down. As I choke on it and the words don’t come. I wish I could tell you how angry I am. How I don’t view you so kindly right now. How all I want to do is to pinch you hard. I want your skin to bruise, I want to make you feel the depths of the pain I feel. I’m so angry at you. I hate you so much as I look back at all the drawings that fill my sketchbook and I just want to go over them with a charcoal pencil and dig the lead in deep, so deep that it makes an indent in the next page and your heart. The light I drew you in is far too bright, too kind, too generous, too forgiving. I depict you as an Angel. Something you are decidedly not. I want to turn over and depict you as the pathetic and small human you are. Someone who can’t or refuses to feel their emotions to the extent where it hurts everyone around them. I hate stupidity. I hate emotional constipation. How could I ever see you for your potential and not the whimpering mess you are, crawling on your knees and reaching for any scrap of hollow affection, anything that won’t cost your pockets the price of self reflection. I hate that you step all over me, that you manage to walk with such heavy imprints despite lacking solid bones in your back to hold the weight of living, of loving. I hate that I held your chin up and poured milk down your throat , sweet with fortifying calcium, till it rolled down your neck and dripped down into my cup in what you thought was a pouring action. You really can’t fill up a cup when yours has a fucking hole in it you know? It’s selfish to even make like you were ever able to even try. I hate my elasticity, the way you tear at it with scissors and biting remarks, the way it bounces right back, just a little more ragged each time. I can’t fill up your cup when there are holes in mine you know? It hurts to even try. I hate your skin so pale it’s translucent. I can see right through you, you’re empty. Made up of nothing. I hate your body, the heat it emanates that only leaves me shivering and colder than I was before. I hate your six foot five visage of smoke and mirrors. I hate your razor sharp beauty, that you could wield like a weapon and it would almost be more humane, at least that way you’d take some accountability for the blood splattered right on you. But you choose to hold it at arms length and let me come and rub against it, cutting myself down to a size that fits your small life. I hate myself for doing that. I hate that you push me and pull me and knead me with your measured affection until I’m shaking for some structure, some stability. I hate that I try to love you right, to love you unconditionally, when I know I can’t. How naive can you be? I never could. I’ve loved you longer than I’ve known you and the second you felt I stopped, you popped it down my throat and brought it inches from my face, tantalising and soft with the promise of safety. With the promise of being caught as you push me, with your words, to take that leap. To close that distance. If I kiss you you’ll do anything for me, you’ll make me your girlfriend? Are you insane? I touched you and my fingers fell right through. Smoke and mirrors. Never solid. Never anything solid. I hate that you’re solid for everyone else despite telling me you love me best. You never will. You’ll always see me as a piece of meat, someone to love you when you can’t love yourself. I hate that you’re right. That I always will.

I have questions for you, questions I’m too angry to phrase poetically.

How are you able to be good for everyone else, for girls you say you don’t care about, yet you go and play house and give them your love and your time and far more than you’ve ever given me? Why would you tell me you care about me then? It’s so cruel. It’s so incredibly cruel. It’s not even friendship you offer me when you give your friends more than you give me. I would have been happy with that. I really would have. I hate that I’m left drawing broken sticks, short and severed with your lies and empty promises.

Here��s a truth for you now,

Simply knowing when you’re hurting someone isn’t enough. Saying sorry while you look the problem in the eye isn’t enough. You need to fucking act. To be better. Not even for me, just in general. God I hate you, it’s almost more evil that you’re aware of how evil you’ve been.

I see now that there’s no place for me in your life, no matter how much I try to cut myself down, I’ll never fit the narrow crevices left in the space filled by the urgency of your immediate desires.

My ego tells me to hold on, to keep trying, the sunk cost fallacy of the emotional currency I’ve spent on you something I’m not ready to yet face. My ego tells me within you lies the answers to my lack of self love, my need to be picked, to be prioritised, to be chosen. My ego tells me to block you forever, to make my move to india permanent, to wipe myself from your life so immediately that you’ll be left with nothing and the memories of all the times you chose her over me. I hate you so much I want to listen. I want to hurt you, to cut you deep. I don’t think there’s room for friendship in this mess we’ve made.

When I’ve calmed down a little, lowered the heat on the stove and brought the rolling boil to a gentle simmer, I realise you’re only human, trying your best to live and love with the very limited tools at your disposal. I understand you don’t know how to love, how to give back in an unselfish way, how to be non-transactional and anti-capitalist with your definitions of care. I don’t resent you for this too much, but I understand that I need more, more than you can give me. And this anger does not stem from who you are, but from the space between that and who I know you could be. You can’t force someone to try, to change, to want to change. To look inwards is painful and gutting, and takes a sort of inner strength and ability to not give in to the need to chase what makes you feel good as a balm over the cuts you must open within yourself. It’s not that I don’t think you have the ability to do this, I just think you don’t want to. To live how you currently do doesn’t hurt you apart from a general sense of ennui and dissatisfaction that bleeds into your everyday no matter how many women you bed by night or beers you drink by day. You have the world at your fingertips, money and good looks and privilege and the ability to farm love from anywhere, you don’t need me here, not really. In a position like yours, with the person you are, I fear only desperation and being driven into a corner will make you want to change. A feeling I do not have the capability to ignite within you, I am not a need after all. I have sensed this throughout our friendship, sensed the precarious ledge my position in your life balances on. I think you know how insecure I am, how much reassurance I have needed. Turning inwards, I realise I am far too hungry, too wanting and needy for you and I to ever be sustainable. You don’t want to part with the resources at your fingertips, the steady stream of joy and lust and freedom. And I don’t want the little figs you pluck and bring my way from your overflowing cornucopia of laughter and time and things and people and drugs. My appetite is large and my friendships bountiful. I know what a filling and selfless meal looks like. I don’t need you as much as I want you. And with time the wanting will pass.

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witchcraftandburialdirt · 1 year ago

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he'd once heard that talking to plants would help them grow . although the notion seemed ridiculous to him , yone could still remember the way the wizened vegetable lady of his past life had insisted on the correctness of her gardening methods . look --- look at how well my harvest has grown . it's got you coming around every week , hasn't it ?

... surely there was nothing to lose from trying . when they die ( and to his pessimistic self it is a when , not an if ) , he can at least say he tried .

and so he does --- he talks to them --- in secret , and only out of earshot . just this once though , he lets his guard down and fails to realize robin has returned .

a sigh . ' ... it's yet to get easier , talking to myself like this . this sore lack of conversational skills in me may be doing more harm than good . shall i recite a poem instead for you all ? ... you all , hah ... very well . ' eyes slip shut , drawing verse from memory , but when he opens his eyes , he tenses when he realizes he's not alone .

more cute stuff pls 🤲 yone is 😳💀

═══ UNPROMPTED INTERACTIONS ═══ LEAGUE VERSE

Like that of a dandelion was his step, gentle and silent as he crossed through the deepening woods - careful not to step on anything besides the path of least resistance. How many times had he walked the same steps? Too many times to count… Loneliness was strange in that way, how it grasped its talons in and turned its sufferers into puppets, strings pulled every which way and settling into the other rhythm that brought joy. It was as constant as the sun setting and the moons rising, how the cicadas cried and how the same birds called their loved ones home. The mage had grown so accustomed to the sounds of the wood that he practically predicted each one; that was until that soft gait paused when another voice entered the swell.

Robin lowers his selenic gaze to the path infront of him as he listens to the soft, husky whispers of a familiar face - or well, the blurred visage of what he was quick to find out was less a beast, and more a man. His head tilted to the side and eventually swiveled towards the northernmost part of his garden…and he took that first step into the wild, untamed brush. Bending low around each branch he came to see Yone settled amongst his flowers, and not just any, a small pool the mage had dug that was now fluttering full of water lilies.

The flower Yone gifted him when he first arrived.

Two moons rimmed with verdant beauty watch the samurai from the shadows of the brush and he finds himself being drawn out by the soft recitation of poetry within his birth language. Ionian had such beautiful tones within, and while Robin could understand most, others were lost on him. The mage does not hesitate when Yone stops his words, and emerges from the forest with a rather relaxed gaze. It is…strange how foreign it looks on his face, those wintry lashes covering his stare as he comes close and lowers himself down to the grass beside him before reaching his hand out to the petals of the lilies. They flutter as though he had tickled them, and softly he recites a poem of his own.

A delightful tone leaves his lips as the melody of his words pour like sweet honey; his voice lacks the dexterity of Yone's when reciting the language, but its worship of the life infront of him rings forth with each syllable. The mage hardly notices when the fawn and doe approach their sides and two white mice peek from his cloak, one cautiously lifting its nose towards the samurai while the other settles close to Robin's pale hair. Once the final sigh leaves his lips he faces Yone, a look of realization coloring his cheeks a faint red whilst he turns from the man and retreats his hands from the flowers. And when he finally does return the stare, he focuses downward to Yone's nose, unaware that the moons within his eyes have turned to mirrors to reflect the setting sun, bright and powerful. His words tremble,

"P-Pardon my enthusiasm."

#ic #rp #verse: league #windchaser #dont look at me

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buglyknight · 1 year ago

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394) Who Sent You?

Something has to snap, right?

Is it my steadily declining psyche

You-

Yell at me

We stay at the creek

In the trunk

I bring you a smoothie

I don’t really touch mine,

Too busy staring at you.

You’re mad, you said over the phone

I smile as you ream into me

My self-destructive appetite

That forms so eagerly in your absence

How do I keep that at bay?

How do I make you stay?

Not your fault

It's not like it had ever gone away.

We stare at each other for a bit

Don’t say a word

So, who sent you?

You forgot the cards

So, we just talk afterward

About the tattoo shop

About Plunger, your old turtle

Who’s name I forgot

I only remembered it was silly

NOT AGAIN! I'LL REMEMBER!

We talk about my grandparents house

Want to stay there for a week, with me?

It’ll be like that Christmas where I wished to hold you

But never could

When I stared at the mirror

Wanting to materialize through it and find you

Christmas was for the ones we love

Why was I here, with family?

I only wanted to be with you

Maybe in the winter, huh

After your wedding

Keep making all our plans for the winter

I don't think you'll follow through

I think that's the plan, though

You want me to crush your hand

To punch it as hard as I can

To see how it feels

And you do the same but I

Can barely feel it

How can hands like those

Reduce me into nothing but a puddle?

I want to be absorbed into you

Like water into sand

Build a castle with me, won’t you?

Tell me, who the hell sent you?

Oh, how do I explain the roller coaster

Of my butterflies

As you treat me like a dog

Pinch my ear and pull my cheek

Push my chin to the side

Oh I want to collapse, I feel so weak

Grab my hair like you did before

Such wonderful hands I gasp for more

I soar! I soar!

Why am I so into everything you do?

I want to kiss you

You want to slap me harder

I tell you to do it

So, we practice

Rubbing my thumb provocatively

Driving me crazy

When I catch your throat in my hand

You always lick your lips

I stare at your tongue when you do

Press my thumb to your mouth

You smile

Barely open it and hesitate

Tease me without meaning too

I love those teeth

That smile is heavenly

I’ll tease you back

Massaging your thighs

Watch as your eyes flutter

Your hands grasp the air with frustration

Teach you patience

Good girl.

I can feel the heat through the body suit

As I move further up

Then-

Around

Never too close

Only for a moment

Will I press up against you

My finger teasing

“That feels way better”

Than what?

I should’ve asked what you meant

Instead, I indulge in your pleasure

You are at my mercy

I delight in your beauty

You tentatively show me how wet you are

Enticed I want to hold you to me

This sensation, new to me

So many things I feel with you

That I feel with no other

I’ve never been turned on by how turned on the other person was

Always indifferent

“What if I just did it myself?”

You ask,

As if I wouldn’t stop you

I place your own hand between your leg

Show me that frustration

You are too shy

But I was only going to let you for a second

Before I pinned you to the blanket

Stupid girl, you had no clue?

I stare down your shirt hungrily

I try to be respectful with your skirt

Your leggings

You put your hair up and I give you a massage

I try to take in all of your beauty

How do I fit into this heaven?

Can I only have you for a moment?

Once a week?

Is anyone meant to be this happy?

Is it meant to be impermanent?

Is this some forbidden fruit?

I’ll eat it down to the core.

The cyanide will only kill me, eventually

That sounds worth it

Hey, by the way, who sent you?

You tell me to sit on top

I straddle you

Tell you to peg me just like this

Half-joking

And you look so gorgeous like this

I search my brain for words to compare

Perfect to the pores

Dreamy and divine

What words fit your visage here?

I stumble over them,

What fucking word fits more than heavenly?

I can only think of one thing

I ask it

"Who sent you?"

Where did you come from, Lovebug?

Surely somewhere Heaven originates from

So dreamy to me

Let me see the world with your ease.

Who sent you?

To keep me shackled without due

I was made for us, it's true

it's true

I might've missed it

Who did you say sent you?

Surely you transcend even the bounds of heaven

You are the vista of spring

I stand in the winter and wait for your bloom

Permission for life to continue

You tell me I am beautiful here

I feel beautiful, here

Like I am more than I am

I was made for this harmony

Tell me you don’t feel the same

Shatter my illusions

My delusions

Rip me off like a band-aid

Why are you doing this?

This is my favorite moment, here

“Our skin is the same color,

We are the same person”

These things you say

What do you want me to do with them?

I pick them up and I try to hold them

How impossible a task you’ve given

What sense will I etch into my skin?

Made from the same star

We are drawn to each other

So, stay with me, stupid girl

I would love to call you mine

Still, I abstain

Are you a coward?

Or are you certain in this decision?

What do I do with those words?

I pick them up

I carry them with me

How do I put them down again?

Let me take us somewhere else.

Let me know who sent you.

I want to take off my shirt again

As you trace my arms and body

I want to feel your fingertips

Can I really live like this?

In these fleeting weekly moments?

To hold you

I love you always

Never faltered

Is this something I really wasn’t

Meant to find?

To hold onto your bones

Till the end of time?

The way you kiss my cheek when I lie on my stomach

Who sent you, Lovebug?

Are you some assassination attempt?

Is this some cruel joke with a twisted plot?

You're my purpose. no matter what I got

Someone dare you to do this?

Maybe God made you and then sent you to torment me

You the Devil's hireling?

You got a different accent under that American one?

British super spy or an undercover Russian?

I hate that you’re with him

I’m left alone

Why do you still come around?

Why not make me a home?

Whenever you get the chance

I'd love to hear

Who sent you?

And who is taking you away?

Why did you have to go?

Stay with me

#writing #poem #poetry #spilled ink #twcpoetry #poeticstories #who the hell made you to be so perfect with me #just come here. come home to me #I'll break this world for you #I'll build it back a hundred times better #had this one sitting around for a while.. finally got to finish it.. i think its finished anyway who tf knows just in case #WORK IN PROGRESS!!

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