#(been sitting on my drafts for so long my bad)

[cowboyx2]

- on living with your younger self stuck behind your ribs, trying to crawl out

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[ddollfface]

𝐘𝐨𝐮'𝐫𝐞 𝐀 𝐇𝐚𝐧𝐦𝐚; 𝐈𝐭 𝐖𝐚𝐬 𝐈𝐧𝐞𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐚𝐛𝐥𝐞

𝗕𝗲𝗶𝗻𝗴 𝗬𝘂𝗷𝗶𝗿𝗼 𝗛𝗮𝗻𝗺𝗮'𝘀 𝗗𝗮𝘂𝗴𝗵𝘁𝗲𝗿, 𝗯𝘂𝘁 𝗶𝘁'𝘀 𝗺𝘆 𝘁𝗮𝗸𝗲 𝗼𝗻 𝗶𝘁.

Throughout your whole life, you've always felt a sort of presence loom over you. Whether it's protecting you or not, you have no clue, but it's always been there. Somewhat like a mole on the bottom of your foot or that itch in the back of your brain when something is wrong. It's always there, but there's nothing you can do about it. Well, without drastic measures.

You're not sure if it's human or not, but you're assuming so, though the thought is alarming. It's the only reasonable option. I mean, there's no such thing as demons or ghosts, right? So that just leaves the only option, that it's some type of person, some being, possibly a government. Of course, you'd prefer that it'd be some paranoid thought you've conjured in your unconscious, but you're sure that's not the case. How can that be the case when money appears at your, albeit unkept, doorstep? Or how you can sense the eyes on you while you training? And worst of all, how you can just feel the disappointed stare when you're on a date with some random classmate? The pure annoyance in the stare convinces you that this thing is real, that it isn't a figment of your imagination.

And it makes you wonder why. Why do you feel this presence? Well, you're sure that it could be linked to the fact that you're not... normal. There's always been something different about you; you've known this since the day your mama left you. That fearful look in her eyes when she says you smash a plate, just for holding it a little too tight. You thumb and pointer squeezing too much. It was as if she'd been taken back to a memory you weren't aware of, and you still aren't today.

Even at the age of seventeen, you still aren't aware of why your mama left in such haste, leaving everything she owned, only having the clothes on her back and her wallet. It puzzled you, though you were only twelve years old. You knew it was something you'd done; you caused your mama to leave. It was your fault, something you did.

And that's when it started, the presence, I mean. It's always been there, but you started noticing it far more frequently after your mama left. Before, it'd only appear once or twice a year, but now it was every month, maybe more.

For some reason, unknown to you, your mama leaving caused something to change. Something in you changed. It was as if a switch had been flipped inside you, both physically and mentally. You began to assess everything you'd do, trying to comprehend what you could've done to cause your mama to do such a thing, to leave her only daughter, her only child.

Was breaking a plate really that otherwordly to your mama? Sure, you'd only been twelve, but you were sure that girls your age had done the same?

Well, the more you thought of it, the more odd your strength was. You'd always been... stronger than most girls. That was undeniable. Both you and your mother knew of this. It was something in the back of your mind, something you had to be aware of.

You were different. You had to be more careful when you played. You couldn't go overboard, get too excited, and the next thing you knew a girl had a broken arm. The strength you possessed scared you; you didn't want to hurt people.

And with your strength came blood, so much blood, so much pain. Pain that you had caused. You really didn't mean it; you just wanted to play with all the other girls, but you had done it now. Your grip was too tight. You had pushed her too hard. It was your fault, and now she was bleeding. Oh, oh, oh, she was bleeding, a lot.

God, how you hate the smell of blood. The look of it, the feel of it, all of it; it made your head go fuzzy and your heart pound in your chest, but not in a bad way. Not in the way of when you fall off the monkey bars or when your mama catches you with your hand in the cookie jar. It's in the way of when the boy you like looks at you or when you've just finished playing a good game of ball. It's exhilarating, exciting even. You anticipate the feeling of blood between your fingers, rolling down your palm, and staining the sleeves of your uniform.

And that's what made you realize you were different. You didn't feel like other people, other girls, other kids. You were different, on a fundamental level. Even in the basics, how you felt was different. Was different even the right word? You're not too sure, but it scared you.

All these things you were feeling scared you. You didn't want to get pleasure from hurting others! It isn't right, you need help, you concluded. And that's when you realize that your mama ran away because of this, the feelings you get. Your own mama was scared of you. That's why she left you; you now understood.

You came to this understanding a few years ago, around three years, when you were fourteen. It was hard to accept, but you learned and evolved to comprehend your mama's actions. Instead of hating her for it, you sympathized with her. You understood. You would've done the same if you'd seen your darling daughter grow into this violent way of thought throughout the years.

That doesn't take away from the fact that you missed her; you missed your mama dearly. She was oh so kind to you. You miss her voice, her touch, and her cooking. Your mama was a good cook, far better than you've ever been. At least she left her cooking recipes, right?

Now, you are left alone.

Well, not completely alone. You have the ominous presence, you suppose. At least, you're not completely alone. If anything, the presence brings you back, sometimes, but not in a warm way. You can always sense when it's near. Your hair begins to stand, both on your head and on your neck.

Whenever it comes around, you can feel your muscles tense, your hair begins to float, and it's as if you're being reunited with something. With what? You don't know. There's a lot you don't know. You certainly don't know why you're connected to this presence in this way, but you do know how and what you're feeling. It makes you feel weak, like a bug.

You don't like feeling weak; you don't like how this presence makes you feel. You decided that over a year ago. That's when you began to train, wanting to become stronger, which was far easier than you thought.

You'd train day and night, trying to become stronger, better, faster. You wanted to rid yourself of this weak feeling, this feeling of submission you felt whenever you were around this presence. You wanted to harness this natural strength you were born with, this gift you were born with.

You wanted to find this presence and beat it into a bloody pulp for making you feel this way, for making your mama leave you. You didn't know how, but you knew they were connected. You knew that this presence was the cause of your strength, and you sought it out. You were going to find it and beat it, though it only watched from a distance, never getting too close.

This presence had been with you for years. You were sure that you'd be able to find it and beat it.

You'll make sure of it.

[oh-no-its-bird]

Ohhhh you wanna take this old oc quiz I made like a year ago sooooo baddd

[eggy-the-boy]

Is it my most accurate text post? Probably not. Is the thought of them saying this extremely funny to me? Absolutely. 

(this has been sitting in my drafts for so long help)

[skillzissue]

TW//IMPLIED SIBLING DEATH

(Take care of yourselves okay!!! Forehead kithes <3)

…

Love you guys MUAH <333 (skips away as if I didn’t just post soul crushing angst)

[higherhell]

Miscellaneous, 2022/2023

[queer-reader-07]

i understand getting really deeply and personally attached to fictional characters (i do it all the time) but i think too many people fall into the trap of interpreting criticism (or honestly just differing opinions that aren’t even necessarily negative) of characters they love as personal attacks.

not every character or every piece of media is for everyone. some people are not going to like your Favorite Thing. and that is OK. it’s ok if you’re a little hurt by people saying they didn’t like your favorite character.

but what isn’t ok is taking that hurt out on the person who you disagree with. you don’t get to tell someone they’re a bad person for not liking your favorite show or for having a different favorite character.

don’t make me tap the sign.

yes, some people are just assholes and will call others dumb for liking a certain character. but if someone isn’t saying that? if they’re just sharing an opinion on the public opinion sharing website? maybe don’t go into their replies and tell them why they’re wrong for not having the same opinion as you. maybe you don’t need to tell them why they’re a terrible human being. maybe don’t put words in their mouth and interpret everything they say in poor faith.

maybe, just maybe, you can keep scrolling. if what the other person is saying is Just An Opinion and not spreading hate, maybe you don’t need to tell them every reason why they’re wrong.

sometimes people have different opinions than you. and most of the time, neither of you are right or wrong. most things we all have opinions on are not dichotomous, so we’re all bound to have varied thoughts on whatever the Thing at hand is. that’s just how it goes.

ALSO and this bit is specifically for the good omens fans in the audience: for the love of all that is holy do not go into Neil’s asks trying to get him to justify why your specific opinion or interpretation is “correct” and other people’s are “wrong.” i mean no one should be doing it with any creator but some of y’all are way too comfortable in Neil’s ask box.

YOU ARE TALKING TO REAL HUMAN PEOPLE.

[mooseonahunt]

Leon, ever the mind reader, dashed Luis’s hopes by refusing to drop the subject and go. Instead, he kissed the back of Luis’s neck and muttered, “I know you better than that. Something’s bothering you.”

Luis turned himself around in Leon’s arms and lazily draped his own arms over his partner’s shoulders, wrapping them loosely around the blonde’s neck. He smiled softly, but whether or not Leon saw it in the dimly lit room remained contested.

“You know me too well, Sancho."

--

Luis has been having trouble sleeping, so Leon comforts him in his time of need.

[foremyth]

picture a woman.

she is not beautiful, but her striking black hair and stern, clever eyes liken her to a crow mid-flight. she sits at the edge of the desert, her veil catching the wind like a sail, round with a child that speaks to her in the womb. sometimes she can't make out the words—sometimes they are not even words. she hears much: the hiss of the wind carries a song that will be sung a thousand year from now. she sees much: hot flashes of a paradise lost, a paradise regained and lost again. she wants to keep her baby inside her. don't come, she begs. the future is barren. i have seen the far end of it. stay here, unborn or dead, and let me cradle you and kiss you and mourn the future we lost.

that future is not lost, the baby answers.

it has no name, it has no voice, but she understands the words as if they were spoken in her ear, with the clarity of water droplets eroding stone. and she cries every night, singing darkly like a crowned hudhud, praying the child not to be born—praying the father to smother it in her flesh, a lump of unfolded future tangling beyond remedy before the thread of its life unravels suffering. the future is not lost, the baby of origin keeps repeating. it wants the life it was promised. the hot flash of light that had washed over her in her dream, warming her so tenderly, is silent to her plight. when she asks the wise women of the village to stir the sweet-smelling concoction that will kill the baby gently, they all smile, as if seeing something that is not there.

picture a woman. she is never fully alone.

the baby is blind, and deaf, and lies still like a stone. he does not cry. the woman has yet to hear his voice, but the memory of his words still ring in her ears, under her straw-filled pillow when she lies down to sleep. yet, there is something miraculous about him. she knew from the first glance, and perhaps before the first glance. the people in the village call him god. she begs them to stop.

stop, stop turning him into a god! he is my child! his name is—

time will tell. you have done your part, you have borne him inside yourself and given him to us. now you must let him go.

they throw her out of the village, where the desert bites at her ankles.

picture a woman. now she is alone.

yhwach, they call him. they all see her—her striking black hair, her stern, clever eyes, that liken him to a crow mid-flight. they are red as the blood-moon where hers had once been sleek onyx, but there is no doubt that he is her son. the wise woman tells the boy that his mother had attempted to kill him before he even drew his first breath, but his expression does not change. he says: i know.

do you not wish to ask who she was? where did she go?

yhwach shakes his head. i know all about her, he says, she speaks to me in the shift of the dunes.

one day, the boy leaves the village. he is old enough to be a man. old enough to want things. the desert lets him pass, the vipers bow and cower. his father does not speak, but his mother sings darkly all around him. let me cradle and kiss you and mourn the future we lost, she cries in the hiss of the wind.

the future is not lost, he tells her. i leave to conquer the world.

[camping-with-monsters]

Oop! Here’s batch two of the DDG humanizations! About time I got around to this!

Check out batch one while you’re at it!

(Original Cow artwork is by @menthum-mint! You should post Cow grhhrgr!!! snarling and biting you!!!)

[marbledew]

16 AND 17! DO YOU WANT ANY PIERCINGS OR TATTOOS!

YES TO BOTH

I HAVE SOME TATTOO IDEAS BUT THEYRE A BIT PERSONAL FOR TUMBLR (BESIDES ANY FANDOM STUFF)

[waywardsalt]

oh yeah i’ve got a bunch of loz aus that i haven’t really talked about. a few of them are listed and slightly explained in this poll and explanation reblog but i haven’t gone out of my way to actually list the aus i have and really explain them. so that’s what this post is for. here are some... decently simple explanations of my major aus and what they're generally about

i have two kinds of aus: original aus (loz aus that are set in their own kinds of worlds with their own stories and twists on character roles) and then crossover aus (we all know how this works i just mash loz and a thing i like together)

original aus: (many currently dont have actual titles, so the titles will often just be concept shorthand)

in the court of the crimson king/crimson king au: probably the most developed and closest to being written out. it's got one of the longer premises; set in a industrial-esque hyrule city, following linebeck as the main character, as the adoptive older brother of link and aryll, living with them and their grandmother as the only one able to reliably make money to pay for rent and food, leaving every other week to do jobs, but he moonlights as the 'demon of the gray moon', a masked persona he'd created as a child that had long since become a city-wide urban legend, anonymously taking unsavory jobs from whomever can contact him and offer pay, often working directly for bellum, a childhood friend, the one who enabled and trained him to become the demon, and one of five anonymous leaders of the city. linebeck effectively lives a double life, and tries to stay out of too much trouble to avoid drawing attention to himself or making his adoptive family worry, but he gets dragged into more and more danger as bellum becomes curious about the identities of the city's other leaders, and linebeck falls in love with a man named ganondorf, suspected to be one of those other city leaders. ive got a few posts related to it already: this one being another vague concept descriptor, this one being an actual scene i have written out.

'gimmick' au: i cannot explain the gimmick without spoiling the au. put simply, in this au, hyrule as a whole has been at war for ten years, every race and kingdom taking sides in a conflict that seems to be going nowhere. link joined the hylian army young, and has made his way up the ranks to become trusted by queen zelda herself, and things in the war take an interesting turn as he and zelda discover a new faction, unaligned with any particular kingdom and with unknown motives, and zelda decides to set out to the different parts of hyrule, link and a chosen group of trusted allies in tow, intending to try negotiation one more time before things take a turn for the worse.

sci-fi/space au: the fun one that probably would need to be done in a visual medium. it takes place in a solar system of a few planets, link growing up on the planet hyrule and occasionally traveling to the others as a knight specializing in investigating and taking down dangerous bounty hunters, working for zelda as a friend. he and zelda uncover a plot by the yiga clan to accumulate a number of highly dangerous research and weapons held by each species as they aim to resurrect a demon to wreck havoc on the solar system- the b plot being about the top bounty hunters in the solar system screwing around, eventually colliding with link and zelda's a plot as it begins to involve them.

murder mystery(?) au: one of the older ones, maybe one of the oldest that i still stick with. this might actually be one of the first ones i tried writing. the plot begins when zelda returns to hyrule city years after her father- the former mayor- was murdered, finding that he has been replaced by ganondorf and that while things seem fine enough on the surface, random and organized crime run the show, and she begins a private detective agency as 'sheik', a masked young man, and with the help of impa, and old friend and confidant, she moonlights as sheik and uses her daytime identity as zelda to help chip away at some of the city's biggest problems and finds herself drawn into a long string of murders that appear to be anything but random violence.

ruined hyrule 1: i have two au’s with the premise of hyrule being ruined. neither of them have more specific names yet. this one begins with the majority of greater hyrule's population having long since locked themselves in hyrule castle town in order to escape the increasingly dangerous wildlife. zelda, a young girl at the beginning, becomes curious about what lies beyond the city walls, and makes friends with many other children within this sheltered hyrule, and as they grow up together, aim to eventually venture out into the wilderness to see what may have caused the outside world to become so incredibly hostile.

ruined hyrule 2: the other ruined hyrule. set in a devastated hyrule, roughly ten years after the royal family was killed, link failing to save them or hyrule in the time since. he now resolves to set out and indiscriminately destroy every demon that plagues the ruined hyrule, meeting and bringing along various allies, each of which has been uniquely affected by and have different lived in this altered, dangerous shell of hyrule.

modern (school): i also have two modern aus. this one isn’t plot driven, just a concept i have, would work best as little vignettes or something. essentially just the idea of a group of loz characters hanging out together in a modern high school (or college?) setting.

modern: this is the one with an actual plot. follows the general idea of zelda characters living in a modern world only for the typical legends to begin resurfacing and heralding dark events. plot specifics are murky, but that's the general idea.

dark mage: this is the au that where the seas meet the sands takes place in. basically just ganondorf x linebeck shenanigans in this alternate hyrule while actual plot sneaks up on them. named 'dark mage' mostly because the initial idea behind this au was that linebeck would learn magic.

horror au: doesn't have the best name, and it's ended up just being a personal sandbox for me. constantly changing, with the cast and setting often altering if i find that something isn't working or sticking. it's an au i've considered (and even briefly tried) writing in the past, but it's still too fluid, and writing horror effectively is difficult. it's a fun au, though.

mecha au: spawned because i watched neon genesis evangelion. a lot of this au's basic concepts can be found here: x but the short version is that hyrule is being besiged by massive monsters, but each race has created their own mechs to combat them. link is just a farmer who happens to have a strange knack for being a mech user, so is brought in by zelda as a gamble to bolster their chances, and he is tasked with working with a new and less-than-trustworthy crew to help fight those monsters.

'amnesia link' au: an au that sprang up in about a day and hasn't gotten too far since. basic premise being that three years prior to the story, link and a group of allies has faced off against ganondorf and, despite their best efforts, lost, with link being presumed dead by their enemies. now, link has woken up from his coma, his memories gone and hyrule taken over, and, with guidance, must once again travel across hyrule, aiming to rediscover his allies and try to face ganondorf once more.

A quick list of crossovers: I won't explain these in length, since they can range from having their own plot to just being a fun mental concept. So, the things I have made crossover aus with are:

Warrior Cats

Batman

Jojo's Bizarre Adventure

Persona 5

Pokemon

(there are other, smaller ones, these are just the ones i consistently pay attention to)

So! These are the majority of my legend of zelda aus, some of which I may write, some of which just exist in my mind for fun, all of which I wouldn't mind talking more about if anyone is curious!

[prxttylittle]

❝ i don’t love you, okay? i never did. i never will. ❞, ❝ i think we should see other people. ❞, ❝ i’m sorry. ❞

I don’t love you, okay? I never did. I never will.

For the 100th time, Prince’s finger slammed the doorbell. It was going to break soon, but he knew Luna was home. Her car was here and several lights were switched on. She was ignoring him on purpose. He couldn’t say he didn’t understand. He really fucked up this time. He told her he didn’t love her, this was just sex and to add fuel to the fire he basically ignored her at Matt’s party last night and made a big show of talking to Sky instead. He rang the bell again and slammed his fist against the door. Finally, it flung open. Cass stood there, looking angrier than he’d ever seen her. In fact, he was never sure she could emote anger. Clearly she could. “She doesn’t want to see you Prince! Take a hint.” Prince did not take a hint. What he did take was the opportunity of an open door by pushing it further open and getting past Cassie. “Where is she?” Cassie yet again insisted he needed to leave. He ignored her. She was never going to be of any kind of help to him anyway. He found Luna in the living room. He couldn’t tell if she looked upset or angry, or maybe both. Either way whatever emotion it was was his fault.“You’re ignoring me.” He pointed out and the look she gave him in response really made him realise how much he fucked up this time. Cass was hovering like an irritating bug behind him, telling Luna to stick to her guns and trying to tell Prince to leave. “Jesus can you at least call off your fucking watch dog?” She didn’t tell Cass to go away, but she did tell Prince to and stood up to walk away from him. As she walked past him he grabbed her hand. He was starting to feel a little desperate and he didn’t like it. “This is a bit of an overreaction even for you.” Luna didn’t look at him. Instead she looked at Cassie. Everyone in their group wondered if these two could read each others minds and they confirmed it when Cassie finally left despite Luna not saying anything. About time, he thought. He was still holding her hand. Was this a good sign? He put his other hand up, brushing her hair behind her ear. This was always his way of apologising. He never used the word ‘sorry’ or admitted what he did wrong. He would show up, and be gentle to show how he felt instead of saying it. It worked every other time. This time however Luna shook free of his grasp and he brought his hands back to himself. He didn’t say anything, expecting her to. Instead she looked at him with these big sad eyes that were almost completely clouded by the anger on her face. He rolled his eyes. “Fucking hell, do you have to be so dramatic?” He wasn’t the most graceful person that was for sure. He stepped closer to her but she stepped away. Prince was confused. Normally their fights led to make up sex but that didn’t seem to be in the cards tonight.

“Prince. I don’t love you, okay?” Prince scoffed but she didn’t let him speak. “I never did. I never will.”

Prince was a little bit lost for words. Every time feelings came up between them he always imagined he’d prefer to hear her say something like this. He was only now realising he preferred hearing her say she loved him, despite arguing with her every time she did. He wouldn’t say it out loud, mostly because he didn’t understand what he was feeling in reaction to her words, but there was definitely a sting there after hearing that. Prince could leave now and they could call quits on this whole thing. That would be too easy though wouldn’t it? He didn’t even believe Luna expected him to do that. So despite how he was feeling, he shrugged. “I don’t care.” That was a lie but he was trying to be casual. “I never expected you to love me. There’s nothing to love, really. Doesn’t mean we have to stop this, does it?” His tone was more of a whisper now and he stepped back into her space, wrapping his hand around hers. He lifted her hand to his lips and grazed a gentle kiss over her knuckles. He smirked, looking right into her eyes. He lifted her hand more, to his shoulder so it could fall there, his arm wrapping around her waist so they were closer together now, face to face. His lips went to hers, but he just gave her a peck. “If you don’t love me, it’s just sex right?” Last week she got annoyed with him for saying that but if she was saying she didn’t love him, surely he wouldn’t get in trouble this time right?

I think we should see other people.

Prince let out an exasperated sigh. He and Luna had been going at this for what felt like an eternity. They were having the same argument going around in loops, mostly about his inability to talk about his feelings, both parties thinking they were correct and both refusing to back down. Prince was tired. He was actually about to suggest they drop it and he go home, mostly to avoid reigniting the fight, but just as he went to speak Luna made a suggestion of her own. “I think we should see other people.” Prince simply blinked at her. It was as though she said it in her native tongue because he was struggling to understand what she said. He sat back and thought about it. Did he want to see other people? No. He hadn’t even looked at another girl since him and Luna started this thing up, even at the start when he did truly hate her and kept thinking ‘this time’ was the last time. They were a bit past that now though. It was a thing now. Thinking about it, he realised her idea pissed him off. The fight they’ve been having all day never once made him think he’d be better off with someone else.

“You can see whoever the fuck you want to, Luna.” He wondered if she already had someone in mind and that was why she made the suggestion. Well if that thought didn’t near drive him into a blind rage. “I’m not stopping you.” He stood up. It was definitely time to leave now.

Prince showed no interest in other girls. He practically became best friends with Nick to get any scoop he could which Nick would have gotten from Cassie because she couldn’t keep a secret. Nick was better at secret keeping but he swore blind he knew nothing about Luna. Days went by with Prince and Luna not speaking. Those days turned to a week and soon that week turned into two weeks. He hadn’t even seen her when he would hang out at Matt’s. He was hoping he would, secretly. Simply just seeing each other after a fight was normally their turning point to make up. Prince wanted to see her. He wanted to make up, even if he wouldn’t admit it aloud. Opportunity presented itself when Nick asked Cassie one night if she thought Luna would collect her, since he smoked more than he intended. Prince was dead sober and offered to drop Cassie home. He could tell she didn’t want him to but Nick insisted it was a fine idea and far be it for Cassie to argue with him. The car ride was awkward because, well, Prince and Cassie weren’t friends. Neither of them even knew how to make small talk with each other so they didn’t. Cassie was the one to eventually break the silence. “I know this is just your excuse to see her. But if you’re not serious about her Prince, leave her alone. Why shouldn’t she see other people? She deserves someone who’s going to love her, because she’s amazing and she’s worth loving. She doesn’t deserve your crap.” Prince scoffed because Cassie just didn’t understand. They pulled onto the street of the girls place and Prince hadn’t spoken since Cassies little lecture. “Is she actually seeing someone?” He was that embarrassed about his question that it came out in a quiet tone that made it twice as embarrassing as asking in the first place. Cassie didn’t answer. Prince decided to take that as a no and as they pulled into the drive he also got out of the car, much to Cassies irritation.

“This is not my fault.” Cassie motioned towards Prince trailing behind her. He knew Luna was confused because Prince hadn’t yet showed his face to Luna, but as he strolled into the kitchen he watched her face go from confusion to irritation. He wondered if that meant they would argue. That would at least be more normal than the not speaking the last few weeks. He almost smiled when Luna demanded to know why he was here.

“Nick asked me to drop Cass off. Just making sure she gets in okay.” His voice was dripping in sarcasm, proven by Cassies scoff and her insistence that Prince wouldn’t care if she dropped dead. Princes eyes didn’t leave Lunas once though. He could barely even tell Cassie was still in the room nor did he notice her leaving. He just felt that suddenly him and Luna were alone. He did look around to confirm because he sometimes felt like they were alone even in a crowd of people. Prince made a bold move and walked over to Luna. She was leaning against the counter so he rested his hands on either side of it, practically wrapping around her from behind. For some reason, she let him when he pressed his lips to her neck. Her daze didn’t last very long when she pulled away from him and moved his hands so she could get out of his grasp. Prince didn’t need pushing, if she wanted away from him he wouldn’t stop her, and took two steps back. “This is so fucking stupid Luna. You’ve made your point.” He sighed. He should have saved his exasperation though because she began ranting and raving about their last fight and how she stood by what she said.

“What?” He snapped, annoyed now. “About seeing other people? Fuck that. I’m not going to go near anyone else.” He walked back over to her. They were now both annoyed at the other being annoyed, funnily enough. “I don’t want anyone else.” Bravely, he kissed her. When it felt like she was letting him, or more that she wanted him to, he placed one hand on the small of her back to pull her closer and the other under her jaw. He smirked and pulled his head back. “You really need to see other people to feel like this?” His lips went to her ear to whisper. “I know I don’t. It’s only you.” They kissed again, slower this time, softer. And because Prince is Prince, he dropped both his hands and despite being amused by the back and forth, he completely removed himself from her personal bubble. “Think about it.” And then he left.

“I’m sorry.”

Love was a funny old thing. One day Luna and Prince were just fuck buddies who hated each other and were so mortified about continuously going back to each other that they would leave as fast as possible. Now, they wanted to know every thing about each other and spend every waking moment of their free time together. “I don’t have a dating life.” Prince retorted when asked. “You’re the only person I’ve ever-“ he didn’t finish his sentence because he still found it difficult to admit he had feelings. She seemed to take him up wrong and thought he was talking about sex and considering she knew him for a while before they got together she knew that wasn’t true. He chuckled lowly when she said as much. “No you’re not the only girl I’ve shagged.” He confirmed with a smirk. “You’re basically the only one I’ve dated.” He hated that word, visibly cringing as he said it. Dated. It felt so American. He didn’t know how else to label it. He was in love with her, sure, but the boyfriend girlfriend thing wasn’t a regular conversation for them, more of a regular fight. So they limited themselves on bringing that up. Luna decided to dig deep with her curiosity asking about his first time. Prince chuckled again, because thinking about it felt so silly. “It was in her bedroom when her parents weren’t home and I’ve watched music videos that lasted longer. Happy now?” He groaned when she asked who the girl was. “Stacey.” He confirmed, when asked if she knew the girl. He was so embarrassed that he slept with her but also afraid of Lunas reaction. After that it was awkward for reasons Prince could barely understand.

The next day Prince texted her but got no response. He didn’t think much of it as he had a busy day anyway with work and schoolwork and driving Pandora from one place to the next. By the end of the day, she still hadn’t replied so he sent her a Snapchat. He struggled to fall asleep, constantly checking if she replied and if his phone had accidentally been turned on to do not disturb. She opened his messages and still no reply. He wracked his brain to try figure out why she was ignoring him but he couldn’t think of anything. That conversation about Stacey occurred to him but he couldn’t actually believe that was reason enough for her to go ghost. She’d told him the story of her losing her virginity too and he didn’t care. Why would she? It had to be something else. He just couldn’t think of what and no doubt it pissed him off that he had turned into this person checking his phone dying for a text back. A few days later at school Prince very dramatically threw himself down on the seat next to Luna at lunch. She didn’t even look at him, despite the weird glance he got from Valerie and Matt. He was going to make her look at him though. He glared at the pair sitting across from Luna as a kind of silent way of telling them to mind their own business, then he leaned in super close to Luna. “I’m not invisible. I know you can see me.” She finally looked at him and he nearly punched the air in triumph. A look. At least it was something. He was about to start questioning her when Nick decided this moment to have the worst timing ever when he and Cassie arrived with none other than Stacey. Nick sat down next to Prince, Cassie next to Luna and Stacey across from Prince, because of course. Princes body was already fully turned in the direction of Luna anyway so he didn’t even spare Stacey a glance even when she greeted him. He did spot Cassie looking between Luna, Prince and Stacey. He furrowed his eyebrows. Was Stacey really the reason Luna wasn’t speaking to him? Why would Cassie have given them all that look if Luna hadn’t spoken to her about it? He rolled his eyes and leaned in to her. “Is this why you’re fucking blanking me? Really?” He was whispering because nobody needed to hear them half-arguing. She’d gone back to not looking at him, probably because he got distracted by the others arriving. Definitely didn’t help his case that he looked up and away from Luna upon Stacey’s arrival but in his defence he didn’t know she was there before he looked, it had been Nicks voice that made him glance over. He grabbed a hold of her hand, a big deal when they were in school with all their friends considering he was normally very private about all of that. “This silent treatment is pissing me off. At least tell me what the fuck I did.” And what he did was sitting across from them and decided to interject herself, teasingly asking what the two of them were whispering about. “Fuck off Stacey.” Prince snapped. It was if she knew she was what they were fighting over and wanted to make it worse on purpose. Him interacting with her was apparently the last straw for Luna who got up and left. Prince sighed and rolled his eyes. “Trouble in paradise?” Stacey smirked and Prince didn’t even look at her. He caught up with Luna at her locker.

“I think I used the wrong words, when we talked last week.” Prince was mortified. “You’re not just the only girl I’ve ‘dated.’” He could see her attitude was about to get worse. “You’re the only person I’ve ever had feelings for. And you’re the only one I ever lied to about it being just sex. If we had this four years ago then there’d be no other girls at all in my past.” He placed his hand under her chin to make her look at him. “You ignoring me has made me feel like fucking shit, just so you know.” He cleared his throat and announced he was done sharing now. It was getting to be a bit much for him. He went to drop his hand but hers covered his so he kept it there, his thumb looping through one of her fingers. He kissed her. “I’m sorry.” She said as he pulled away and he shrugged, as if he hadn’t spent the last few days losing his mind trying to figure out what he did wrong this time. “We’re good.” He confirmed and kissed her again. Besides maybe Luna was right to ignore him, the universe should have punished him a long time ago for ever even getting into bed with the worst person he knows.

[phagodyke]

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[lunaryuwu]

thinking of putting 09sys in asoueverse where they are triplets. the kayano triplets.

[aventvrina]

@halothes

continuing from here

 my,  what interesting things your dreams consist of.

It slowly clicks together and if Aventurine could experience shame it would be staining his cheeks in treacherous revelation. But he has long since discarded it as a useless emotion, instead there is nothing but a pause at Sunday's words. Whatever blissful veil he had been under was lifted and now he's forced to acknowledge his actions. Actions he can't justify as they had been done through the lenses of a dream. His shoulders sag slowly with a muted sigh, amused despite it all, gaze stuck on molten gold as there is nowhere to escape.

But truly, what can he do? He was caught, irrevocably guilty of stealing something as sacred as a kiss from someone who should be forbidden to him. They are enemies first, barely acquainted second, strangers last and yet, it's just as the halovian has serenely accused him of, he occupies his head enough for this to happen. Aventurine has long since stopped understanding his dreams, as long as the screams aren't louder than his thoughts, as long as the rain doesn't haunt him through the night, as long as his wrists remain light, the scalding heat, the bruising cold, the accumulated attempts upon his life, anything, he'll take anything over a reminder of life.

Sunday figures in his dream as an unbroken promise, a balm to the endless gashes on his soul, a foreign tenderness he can barely remember receiving. How fitting that his mind would cast him of all people in such a role. It's exactly the part Sunday seems to love to play, the guiding hand, the forgiving grace, the bleeding heart who aches for everyone but himself. He'd ache for Aventurine too, and apparently, he'd haunt him as well since he chose to invade his dreams.

He has to commend the dedication on his suspicion, it's truly disarming to think that not even in his private psyche he's truly safe. He's not safe from himself and now, he's not safe from Sunday, but he finds that he's oddly amenable to it. There have been worse people trying to break his mind, far less savory methods than simply visiting him in dreams, some that still torment his thoughts far more often than he cares to admit. But even in this the man manages to be proper, not stirring, not moving, the threat is spoken with just as much elegance as he had broken the spell with.

He doesn't know how he expects him to feel remorse like this. He remains silent, a proud smile, daring, just as his hands dare to lay upon the pristine lapel of Sunday's vestment. Refusing to move from his place, refusing to speak, refusing to damn himself further than he needs to. In truth, he's excited to see what will happen. Sunday's careful use of words give him an inkling that he's in no real danger, despite the hands on his cuff pulling him in further. But it's the gold that gives him away, he recognizes that look, the look of a challenger, of someone throwing their cards at the table to meet the stakes. It oddly suits him.

The distance is torturous. He doesn't fold. There's much that can be said, much to be raised between this dance of hold and release even if neither are willing to move first. His hands remain at the lapel waiting for Sunday's decision. It's all dependent on him.

 would you care to find out  ? dear gambler

His answer is silenced before he can even think to speak. In a surprising spin, Sunday leans forward and their lips meet once more. It's funny how well fed devils behave better than famished saints. This one feels better but uncertain, bashfully hungrier and endearingly inelegant. How enchanting to experience such an earnest attempt. He almost wants to scare him in tease if that didn't mean an early end to it. For now, he indulges in the simple sensation, letting Sunday have his fill as arms come to coil themselves around his waist, a worthless attempt of preventing him from leaving should the other chose to.

Aventurine appraises him through slit eyes, for once, he finds himself at a loss, basking in the warmth of a corporeal sun, defined only in dream but still so human-like. It's somewhat addicting, he fears he might want more, he always does. Such is his nature as the sinner, even if only in the worlds eyes, even if only in Sunday's. No matter how pliant he is, there will come a time where he'll reach for more than Sunday can give. The same hand that pushes the chips is the same that takes them, and unlike this cautious player, so caring in his pull, so tender on his lips, he's not afraid to give everything if it means he'll reap.

If only it were real.

But it will be. It will be.