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townofcadence · 10 months ago

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Artair with SOBBED

Glimpses of the Past SOBBED: a scene from my muse's past in which they broke down

The path to the surface is short.

He rushes, half blind through the dark. The walls are closer, the further he sprint-stumbles. He clutches his cargo tightly; two glass anchors, both damaged, though one in far greater disrepair. They beat sluggishly where he cradles them, and it only spurs him onward, until the solid rock is grazing both shoulders. He leaves streaks of black-like ink and deep dark red along the walls in his reckless speed. He doesn't dare slow, not even when the walls are almost crushing him, and he's clawing at the earth to dig. It hurts, he can only do this with the adrenaline. But just a little more. Just a little more. He's so tired but it's just one more push.

A rumble from below highlights the need for his haste. The frayed ribbons of his muscles flex and push. His teeth sink into his lip.

It's so painfully thin, a fissure where he can see the sky above. He sinks in between the cragged stones, forcing more away with a stained hand. Small stones bounce on the floor and larger ones thud. Dirt smears his face, blending with the viscous black clinging to it, painting his skin, and making a tacky paste. Artair's head pounded like it was trying to break it's own crack to the sky, but he didn't know if it was the injuries, the way this place was swelling and falling apart, or the spilling magic that was bleeding out of him.

He can't focus. He can't think-- he just pushes, scrapes, drags himself along those rocky steppes. He forces through inch by inch at the crawl of a snail, until he breaches the opening with his leg. He pushes-- his torso follows after a painful drag against wall, as does his arm, still curled at his side with the anchors. His leg follows, and he's free. He spills onto the mossy ground. He can't stop moving, can't afford to. He assembles himself, scoops the anchors, and sprints across the trembling green.

But Artair does look up; he's in tatters and unrepairable and it's the most beautiful sky he's ever seen.

The rumbles are turning to cracking earth. More fissures are opening behind him. He pours on the speed, running directionless, so long as it takes him away. Hexagonal pillars of basalt collapse, leaving deep pits back to the depths he'd escaped. The billowing smell of moss and decay mushrooms from below, and his stomach knots.

He keeps running. He staggers, sways, but his feet stay under him; they carry him further and further in hazy, panicked disarray. Every passing beat the damage he's suffered threatens to send him down to the ground, but he forces each agonizing step, forces himself just a little further. He needs to survive.

The word beats like a drum against his skull. Maybe that's his pulse. He pushes on, along the downward slope. Maybe he'll be fast enough, if he follows the inselberg to the base. He falls once, scraping the useless remains of his arm against the ground. He shifts into a roll, before pushing with the momentum back into tearing down the mountainside.

He hits pine-straw, and his footing is tenuous. he slips, between the needles on the ground and patches of damp mud. He feels numb enough that any mistep or drop is far away. Speckles and darkness halo his vision. Neither slows his pace, taking lashing branches to his arm and face, taking boiling breaths and the strain on his barely functioning body without stopping, careening as fast as humanly possible from that place.

His feet hurt-- his lungs hurt, everything hurts-- he's barely functioning now, but--- he has them. He has to push on, push on until it's safe- keep going, keep going keep going keep going-- The words fall to senseless noise as they run into each other, but he grips them like a lifeline. The woods get deeper, darker, and he knows he's losing himself even further, and turning the eye of anything that lurks. It's the wrong way, surely, to get somewhere safe. To get back to one of Lament's marked paths, or to his house out here.

But it's safer still than where the earth was swallowing the surface. He only slowed once the rumbles were a distant memory, no longer under his feet. And even still, he carried on while catching ragged breaths, just a little further to be sure. He trips again on numb feet, but this time he stays down, hitting his knees with shaking shoulders. He's lost, almost alone and he can barely hold that thought between his fingers. His skin is crawling, still burning, still itching all the way to his core. He fingernails ache to bite into flesh, to pull it off somehow so he doesn't have to feel it, or this contamination plastered to his skin.

His body curls forward, without his say-so. He wants to touch the remains of his left arm, to wipe at what he knows is more than ichor and muck and water, but he can't bare the thought of not having Lament and Error's anchors touching him. If he let them go they might disappear, or something else might happen. He has to protect them, he's already put them through all of this, he has to keep them safe he has to---

His shudders from all the sensations, and sinks lower still. His legs splay on either side of his thighs where he's seated, and he hugs those beating hearts to his own chest. The sound of grinding glass pulls him back, and his teary gaze runs over their surfaces.

Lament's is damaged, slightly, darker than it should be, but it still looks strong, and beats with regular rhythm. Error's--- it's damaged, it has been since he first laid eyes on it, but now it seems dulled further, listless with the barest, weakest beat at a much slower pace. A mournful keen escapes the hollowed core of his chest.

"A-Artair?" A hand touches his shoulder. It's heavy, shaking, he can feel the tremor in the palm where it places itself against his shoulder. He knows Lament without looking up. He doesn't have the energy to answer, failing him yet again. His eyes are on the anchors. They're damaged, damaged from chasing after him into the dark-- it was his fault. He'd almost lost them. He'd almost fucking murdered them again by being whatever the fuck was---was wrong with him.

He's.....

He curls again, into a kowtow, shaking where he can't stop himself, but rigidly stiff and unmoving where his joints are locked in place. "I--- I'm sorry--- I'm so sorry-- I'm sorry--"

"Hey." He's faintly aware of movement, of a knee entering the peripheries of his vision. He feels tugs to his hoodie, all he's got left to wear, trying to pull the rest of his body with it. He resists. Resists the comfort he shouldn't have. This is all his fucking fault-- he's sorry---

"It wasn't your fault. It wasn't your fault, Starlight." Lament's voice is meant to soothe and it's so soft and gentle it hurts all the more, like a searing brand against his beating heart. He hates it he hates it because he wants it. He wants to curl up in Lament's arms and pretend he doesn't exist, doesn't ruin everything he touches. But he does.

"I-it was-- It was--" He cowers like a chastised animal to Lament's gentle comfort. He shies away from the touch. "I-- it grabbed me-- I left the path-- my fault I'm sorry--you got hurt for me--- I feel it-- it hurts--- it hurts i know it does i'm so sorry." Hands were pulling him now, more insistent. He doesn't give in to the warmth; he stays wrapped around those anchors, all paralyzed limbs and sharp angles. The arms that wrap around him choke something free from his throat, and he crumbles into ruins under fingertips brushing through his damp, matted hair.

"We're okay, Starlight. It's okay now." A squeeze that nearly unmakes him. "Its not your fault. It's not."

"I--- it took me--- I went--- Error-- he's--" A sob threatens to break him further, to shatter him to pieces. His voice has to stop. It rises in his throat and he locks it there.

The energy too, the boundless depths of it he'd taken in, roiled inside him like a restless beast. An impulse takes him, and he brings the anchors to his face. A warm breath passes from him, exhaled slow over the glass with his lips just touching the surface. With it, comes a fraction of that power, first as a trickle and then as a flood, an electric current of vitality. He doesn't want it-- they both can have it, if it helps them, even a fraction.

More energy was donated to Error-- he pushed it into them, the only way he knew, pushing more and more and so much of the excess he'd been given--- he didn't want it. Didn't care. He needed his friends, needed them alright, and if it wrung him dry he'd accept it, welcome it even, if it meant they came out of this almost unscathed. He knows some of the cracks are his fault--- maybe this would be enough for them to mend them, to make up for something.

"Wha--" He could feel Lament's shock like a distant ripple behind his focus. It shifted to concern, but it didn't slow his gift. He offered it to them, tenderly. "Artair... you can....when...." There's a pause above him, and then a sigh. He can feel a pang like hunger, in his gut. "Artair. Don't... don't give too much."

He ignored him. He was--- he was doused in viscous black slime, in blood and tears and blood and ancient waters filled with equally old magics. He was in ruins, and there's ghostly impressions still skimming his skin, touching like hands that made him want to pull his hair from his head. He focuses harder, curled over the anchors and pushing everything he has at them, desperate.

Fix it fix it fix it fix it come back come back come back---

His nose bled, a line of gold. He just wanted them to be okay--- that's all that mattered. He watches Error's pink heart shimmer with gold threads in a pattern from where he'd pressed his lips. The fissures were dangerously wide in his anchor, but the slivers of light move and weave through the glass, forming sutures. The cracks themselves shimmer with the same light, and as the 'threads' pull taut, they narrow, glittering with kintsugi gold instead.

He can feel Error there now, beneath his lips, the presence of him, stronger now. It tastes like kitchen spices and tingles his tongue. The anchor itself gives a thump, a beat like a heart. Then another. They grow in pace, in strength. A flourish of pastel flames, and he's there now, laying against his lap, his hair a mess of spilling locks over his pants.

If there was a threat of tears before, they're a promise now. Artair feels the sob that leaves him vibrate his ribs and run down his spine. His fingers move, motioning midair as if to clutch to Error, and only stopping short. He curls his hand instead to his chest, bracing his knuckles against his mouth as if to stifle himself. From what he isn't sure. But Error is there. He's still there. He's so perfect too, so pristine and fresh from his anchor and-- looking so much better than when he'd retreated into it in the first place.

But his own fingers were still stained black with that corrupted substance.

Artair sways now, the loss of energy like an endless void in his chest, something cold and heavy. But it was worth it, and all he can manage is a smile through thickening tears. He's there, warm, right there, right at his knees, over his legs. He gives still, even now; his eyes cross and his head splits, but he pours it into both of them, everything he has. His eyes wont' stop running, gazing at Error, at Lament, at both of them.

It's all so much-- too much. Another sob wracks him. He wants to throw himself over them, covering them with his frail body as if that might protect them from the world. But he can't-- he's tainted, and--- he's the cause. The root of all problems, the epicenter of misfortune like the eye of a bullshit hurricane where everything seems so calm, but it's all a lie and it gets everyone killed.

His face screws up in pain, but he dips his head to hide it-- it'd be wrong, to make them carry that too, when they've already sacrificed so much. Instead his hand plants on the earth on the other side of Error's waist to where he sits, and he hovers over his unconscious form. He doesn't touch him, doesn't contaminate him, but stays there, still sobbing in silent tears with shaking shoulders. His hand feels like fire, swollen from injury and covered in dirt digging himself from the earth. His skin is ripped and he's bleeding, but all he can do is stare at the soft expression on Error's face. He doesn't know what he wants to do, what the point of this is. And still he does it, watching until his eyes are too blurry to do so.

He shifts and rubs at them and they burn, it all burns. His skin feels worse too, like something is seeping inside him from cuts and scrapes and dissolving what it finds until he's cold and numb. He weeps harder, and screams. It shatters the moment and scrapes his throat raw and does nothing at all. He screams at the world, at this moment, at everything, all of it. It cuts out near as swift as it ripped from his throat. He sits in the following silence, hurting, hurting inside and out and down to his core where it feels like the pieces of him are snapping apart. Instincts make him want to screw his eyes shut, and block it all out, but he can't take his eyes away from Error. The moment he does, he might disappear.

"T-take him-- take him-- I can't touch him Lament. You have to carry him." He speaks, finally, breaking the silence he'd rendered. "Have to get him--- somewhere. 'Snot safe here, can feel it. You-- you have to carry him. I can't-- I can't-- I'm sorry." He rocks, but it doesn't make him feel better. "Please--- please?"

The expression on Lament's face reeks of pity, and it shames him until his throat closes. "Okay... I will, Artair. I will." There's a crack in his voice that sends a new fissure through him, but he can't respond further. He can only wipe at his tears and smear more of this disgusting ichor on his face.

Lament gathers Error in his arms, and lifts him without trouble; his weight is nothing as a spirit. Artair nods his gratitude, before pushing Error's anchor into Error's lap where he's curled, forming a space to house it safely. He feels something dripping in his hoodie, but he ignores it, taking the time to fix it so they won't fall. Error's anchor floats instead, gliding to its place on the chain at his waist, tucked in his pocket. But even that small movement is a precious gift now.

"Th--thank you. Thank you, Lament." He presses a chaste kiss to Lament's anchor, and offers some of his remaining energy. He's got nothing but fumes left, but it makes him feel better. If Lament can use it to heal, to have the strength for the trip ahead, then he could use it better. He sniffles, clutching the beating heart close. He sways as he closes his eyes, staying pressed against the glass. "I'm..... I'm sorry. I'm so sorry......"

He saw a shiver run through Lament where he stood. "...Come on, Starlight. Let's get you cleaned up and looked after."

Lament's gaze was intense as he looked down at him. He felt a thousand miles beneath him. He knows he isn't angry, but he can't tell what he feels right now, and it's... unsettling. "I--- I'll follow you." He sniffles one last time, before nodding. Lament frowns as he says it.

"Will you be able to walk by yourself?" There's something, but he's too tired to parse the complexity of it.

"I.... I don't want you to touch me." He gestured to all of himself with an emphatic swing of his hand, at his soiled clothing and his inked skin, at his bloodstains and the dirt gritted against him. "I don't-- don't want anyone to. To touch me.--- and----...." His voice gives out, and he shrinks ever further, fingers placing Lament's anchor where he'd nestled Error's own with delicacy. "I.....I can walk... I-if we go slow, I'll be fine."

"Artair.....it's okay. To touch me. But i won't force you. I'll draw you a bath once we get back, if you want." The pity is back again. and he-- he can't. He can't, he can't touch Lament, he can't touch any of them, he'd hurt them he'd stain them he'd make this worse somehow, he couldn't, he had to do this alone--.

He doesn't answer, but when Lament moves, he follows. He holds himself with his arm, staring off with an unfocused gaze at Lament's feet, shuffling after him with almost robotic steps, and tears still streaking his face.

#answering things #ask meme answers #headcanon meme #Error #Error Rivera-Flores #Lament- Deceased #headcanon #error headcanon #cw blood #cw injury #my original writing #my original stuff #i rewrote a scene from an rp forever ago as a drabble and it was a lot of fun!#long post #last one is cute and fluffy i swear #drabble #Artair Kingston #Artair #Artair Headcanon

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aluckiicoin · 11 months ago

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tags? tags!

#out of cards ( ooc )#beneath the dazzle ( personal information )#gambler's conceit ( memes )#put on display ( face | pictures )#a scratch on the surface ( musings )#dealt a new hand ( starters )#fireworks burn down quickly; shine bright little spark ( Sparkle )#as rigid in your morals as your thoughts and element ( Gepard Landau )#two jokers in the deck; promises of a fun game ( Sampo Koski )#now; YOU ; seem unfamiliar ( original characters )#a catching tune; the sounds of hope ( Serval )#the man; the myth; the legend; a fear in form and function ( Jing Yuan )#my memories are yours to have; just give me an extra edge ( Black Swan )#Optimism; really; that softness is going to cost you ( Topaz )#trailblazer's unofficial dad ( Welt )#a dragon in human clothing; huh ; what a good pun ( Dan Heng - and IL-)#Such a good boy; a perfect dog for the family; aren't you? ( Gallagher)#a ticket to a fake heaven; smothered in indulgent dreams ( Sunday )#just a songbird with clipped wings; in a gilded cage ( Robin )#more than meets the eye aren't you? ( Acheron )#encased in amber light ( verse i; everything star rail )#Out of the trash emerges... fluffiness? ( Meowski )#never stop. 9 out of 10 gamblers quit right before they win big ( crack | joke | non-serious RP )#teaching a griffon to take flight again ( emergency plan )#a Landau never backs down from their word ( Ocelot Landau [emergency verse exclusive] )#the good reliable doctor ( Veritas Ratio )

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aggro-the-cat · 2 months ago

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🐱 MEOW! . . . . . 🐈

[Hello! I am Aggro! The best cat in whole Dahlia! Very fluffy, very cute and loves my dad very much!]

[I am, what my dad calls, very handsome. Therefore, I deserve all the pets, scratches and treats. Feel free to give me treats in the ask box!]

[Me and Wumpus, a cat I haven't met yet, are enemies. I am absolutely the best cat in Dahlia. Vote for Aggro, the very handsome cat.]

🐱 PURR! . . . . . 🐈

[NON-RP STUFF IN HERE!]

Okay, hello everyone, owner of the rp blog here! This is my first time blog rp-ing and it's made for shits and giggles. Everything I say as a character is meant jokingly and not seriously, after all, I rp as a cat, don't take me seriously AT ALL LMAO.

Anyway, feel free to drop some asks and stuff! I would be happy to answer them all.

Every cat pic posted here is from pinterest from bunch of memes and reaction images and just some nice pics! I do not claim any cat photo posted here.

Thank you and have a good day!

PS: don't forget to be respectful, even with the jokes!

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hazbmymhotel · 4 months ago

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Gotta ask you about our mutual love: Husk for the meme uwu

My NOTP for them

Ahhh…unsure…I ship him…so hard…

My BROTP for them

Radiohusk: Husk x Alastor! I feel like they're Statler and Waldorf from the muppets

My OTP for them

TuxedoCats: Husk X Mordecai!!!! I love them together. They can be toxic af, they can be warm

My second choice pairing for them

Cardshark: Husk x Vox. I'm terribly hot for them 🥵 Big tv man and tiny kitty? What can I do?!

My fluffy pairing for them

Huskerdust: Husk x Angel. Very cute, soft, talk for hours

My angsty pairing for them

CasinoSweep: Husk x Niffty, stuck in a tortuous loop under Alastor. Also I headcanon sometimes that Husk had dementia and Niffty was brought in for his nurse.

My favorite poly ship for them

StickySpaceTuxedos: That's Rocky Rickaby, Mordecai Heller, Avocato and Husk ofc.

C a t s.

Oh! Or

CasinoCats: Husk x Vox x Mordecai x Freckle x sometimes Rocky

That one is from my longest running rp with Husk

My weirdest pairing for them

Harem!Husk

All of them, all of them, all of them

Can we ship it? Yes. Huskcest? Yes. Travis? Yes. Charlie and Vaggie throuple? Yes.

(edited to add more gifs)

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sainthekla · 22 days ago

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ɪɴᴅᴇᴘᴇɴᴅᴇɴᴛ ✦ ᴍᴜᴛᴜᴀʟꜱ ᴏɴʟʏ ✦ ᴘʀɪᴠᴀᴛᴇ ━━━ 𝐊𝐀𝐑𝐋 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐊𝐋𝐀 ━━━ ʙᴀꜱᴇᴅ ᴏɴ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛʜᴇᴍᴇꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴛʜᴇ ᴀᴄᴛꜱ ᴏꜰ ᴘᴀᴜʟ ᴀɴᴅ ᴛʜᴇᴄʟᴀ ʀᴜʟᴇꜱ ✦ ᴀʙᴏᴜᴛ ✦ ᴛᴀɢꜱ ᴀʟᴛᴇʀɴᴀᴛᴇ ᴜɴɪᴠᴇʀꜱᴇꜱ ✦ ᴍᴀɪɴꜱ ᴀʟʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅꜱ Other blogs: @alitlantern @evergreenfire @forgiventruth

❝ Let the blade pass through the flesh, let my blood touch the ground, Let my cries touch their hearts. Let mine be the last sacrifice. ❞ ━ Andraste 7:12

◂ MUN ▸

✦ Melody, 29, they/she, EST time zone ✦ Disabled, chronically online, horrendous sleep schedule ✦ I write erotica for a living ✦ Account is 18+, NSFW is for 23+ ✦ Anti call out culture ✦ Haven’t been on Tumblr in probably 5 years, but I was here in the advent of RP and have a long, sordid history with it ✦ Have played all the DA games + DLCs, working through the books now ✦ Discord will be given out liberally to those who ask ✦ Other blogs: @alitlantern , @evergreenfire

◂ FOLLOWING ▸

✦ I follow first but will unfollow if mutuals are not established within a month ✦ I don’t always follow with the intent to write. Sometimes I follow people just because I like the way they write, or I want to read their headcanons, or I mean to write with them in the future. I’m not in a rush here to figure out what to do with every last mutual. If that bothers you, please hard block me. No hard feelings! ✦ Dupes are welcome! We don’t have to write anything but I would love to be friends with people who love Karl as much as I do!

◂CONTENT ▸

✦ NSFW will likely be present. I will tag simply as "NSFW" ✦ I generally attempt to tag common triggers, but I may miss some ✦ I am sex positive, kink friendly, and a taboo safe haven. I don’t believe in “pro shipping” or anything of that ilk. As long as you’re an adult and not hurting anyone IRL, I beg you to write what you want. With me, even! I’ll write fucked up shit with you gleefully! Censoring will only aid the corrupt ✦ If you want to write NSFW with me but don't want it on the dash, I am more than happy to move it off platform ✦ Also equally happy to fade to black, NSFW is not a requirement for ships ✦ Favorite genres: Angst, hurt/comfort, combat, NSFW/erotica, fluff ✦ Dark/Mature/Taboo themes will be mentioned ✦ All replies are put into my queue, unless it's a starter or something I am biasedly excited for. My queue publishes one reply, one ask, and one random post per day in the morning est. I'll generally answer asks and do the odd reply in the afternoon/nights as well. Always feel free to ask me where you are in the queue!

◂ FORMATTING ▸

✦ I use xkit rewritten ✦ I do not have icons but I don't care if you use them! ✦ No need to match my formatting. If something about my formatting makes it difficult for you to read, please don't hesitate to tell me. I will change it for our threads ✦ Please move ask responses to separate threads, linking to the original. Also, it doesn’t matter how much time has passed since I answered the ask; always feel free to turn anything into a thread!

◂ WRITING ▸

✦ I prefer in depth plots and dynamics that span over multiple threads ✦ I don't mind using memes as a vehicle to starting a dynamic, but once established, I will always prefer to chat about where the story can go ✦ This is controversial but my biggest pet peeve is dropped threads. I’m disabled and have a very limited attention span, but I will still always go out of my way to not drop threads. It may take me weeks to reply, but no thread is ever dropped unless we’ve talked about it. I really hope for the same level of commitment to this hobby from those I share it with

◂SHIPS ▸ ✦ I wholeheartedly ship Karl/Anders but I won't force my headcanons on anyone I write with. Ultimately, I want to find a dynamic that works for both of us! ✦ I'm open to all sorts of dynamics; from fluffy to toxic. I have no triggers or limits and will happily write on or off the dash depending on our level of comfort ✦ I may drop ships in time if I feel like my energy isn't being returned, but I will always speak with you about the issue first before assuming anything

#promo.

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ghostmemesource · 1 year ago

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👻୧‿︵‿︵ Send me a 👀 for my muse’s reaction to your muse checking them out.

Alternatively, add 'reverse' for my muse to check out your muse.

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rowenaluvr · 2 months ago

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✶ . ၄၃ . A PLACE TO CONFESS + A WAY TO SAY IT

STEP ONE ; PICK A LOCATION

1 ⧽. inside a vintage car

2 ⧽. a motel bathroom

3 ⧽. a balcony in someone else’s mansion

4 ⧽. a flower garden

5 ⧽. under a street lamp

6 ⧽. by a windblown tree

7 ⧽. on the side of a highway

8 ⧽. a kitchen that smells like roasted sweet potatoes

9 ⧽. a grassy backyard full of childhood memories

10 ⧽. in front of a tall, ornately framed painting

11 ⧽. a farmer’s market

12 ⧽. the dinner table in a tiny apartment

13 ⧽. a wide, sunny meadow

14 ⧽. in the patch of sunlight cast through a window

15 ⧽. a seaside town

16 ⧽. a green, velvet couch

17 ⧽. on a windy rooftop

18 ⧽. in snowy woods

19 ⧽. a riverside

20 ⧽. the front steps of an old gothic church

21 ⧽. foggy hillsides

22 ⧽. the sidewalk of a cobblestone street

23 ⧽. a dark school hallway

24 ⧽. under beige sheets and a grey comforter

25 ⧽. in the loud crowd of a concert venue

26 ⧽. a hidden away bookshop

27 ⧽. a bench in a public park

28 ⧽. the wooden staircase in a creaky building

29 ⧽. in the hallway between the front room and the kitchen

30 ⧽. the town library

STEP TWO ; PICK THE RIGHT WORDS

A ⧽. “i know this probably isn’t the best time to say this, but i think i really like you.”

B ⧽. “would you be upset if i told you something important right now?”

C ⧽. “it is pretty. i think you’re very pretty, too.”

D ⧽. “what do you mean? it’s too hard to forget how much i care about you.”

E ⧽. “you’ll be alright. promise. we’ll be alright.”

F ⧽. “you’re loved.” “but how do you know?” “because i love you.”

G ⧽. “this might be a stupid place to say this, but i think you’re really lovely. you know… like really lovely.”

H ⧽. “i love you. more than you could know.”

I ⧽. “is it weird to say i think i just fell in love with you?”

J ⧽. “you’re very warm.” “you think so?” “yeah. it’s nice. i like… i love everything about you.”

K ⧽. “what part of ‘i love you’ do you not understand?”

L ⧽. “and that was the moment i knew i loved you.”

M ⧽. “i can’t get you out of my head.”

N ⧽. “well, i– i really… you know already, don’t you?”

O ⧽. “honey–” “why do you keep calling me that?” “i– do you want me to stop?” “…no.”

P ⧽. “i can’t keep pretending!”

Q ⧽. “i’m right here, you know. i’m right here.”

R ⧽. “that’s not weird. it’s called love, and i think you just accidentally confessed to me. that’s okay, though. i love you, too.”

S ⧽. “this song reminds me of you.”

T ⧽. “can i tell you something?” “anything.” “promise?”

U ⧽. “i don’t say it enough, but i care about you. a lot.”

V ⧽. “i just don’t understand, i get all– all nervous around you and my cheeks get warm, and i– oh.”

W ⧽. “you’re an idiot, but i love you.”

X ⧽. “can i hold your hand?”

Y ⧽. “shhh!” “i’m trying to confess my love to you!”

Z ⧽. no words, just a look and they know.

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angelilacs · 26 days ago

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‘i love you, i’m sorry’ ˎˊ˗

⭑ ‘you know i love you, right?’

⭑ ‘you’re so fucking bad at this—’ ‘i’m tryin to tell you i—’ ‘well don’t do it here you idiot!’

⭑ ‘i know you love me.’

⭑ ‘i wish you’d stop trying to run away everytime you think i’m going to say it, i’m not going to tell you i love you!’

⭑ ‘you met my mum.’

⭑ ‘look, i know it isn’t a secret, but you should hear me say it once before we die in this godforsaken place. i love you, sweetheart.’

⭑ ‘i swear to god if you tell me you love me i will slit your throat open.’

⭑ ‘do you think we’ll ever say it?’ ‘we know it, ain’t that enough?’

⭑ ‘i feel like i’m— obsessed with you almost.’ ‘that’s creepy.’ ‘yeah, well not in a creepy way, stupid!’

⭑ ‘never thought you’d have the balls to say it.’

⭑ ‘be a man and say it to me face! tell me you love me while you goddamn kill me!’

⭑ ‘life’s too quiet nowadays. feels too good to be true.’ ‘yeah, i know, imagine what we’d do with a little free time.’ ‘yeah… imagine.’

⭑ ‘i can’t think of anyone else i’d want to be here with.’

⭑ ‘there ain’t no me if there ain’t no you.’

⭑ ‘if anyone touches them i will kill you! i will fucking kill you all!’

⭑ ‘we’ll figure it out together, we will.’

⭑ ‘wanna stare at the stars next to you every single night. forever.’

⭑ ‘wish you’d just spare me the heartbreak and tell me you don’t think of me—’ ‘i’m in love with you.’

⭑ ‘it’s you. it’s always been you, you gotta know that.’

⭑ ‘who is it?’ ‘they just texted me. asked if i’ve eaten today. god they’re cheesy… i love them.’

⭑ ‘always wanted someone who listens to me, who loves me and cherishes our time together. never thought i’d actually find that but you’re perfect for me. you’re the only one i’d spend my life with.’

⭑ ‘not drinking tonight?’ ‘i don't drink at all, hate the taste.’ ‘should’ve said so, i’m not drinking either.’

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evergreenfire · 17 days ago

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𝑰 𝑨𝑴 𝑨 𝑭𝑶𝑹𝑬𝑺𝑻 𝑭𝑰𝑹𝑬 ━━━━━━

And I am a Reaper’s raven ━━ bearing witness to so much loss ; my hands clean only by a technicality. I repeat apologies like groveled prayers. There is panic and regret and pain. Evergreen pain.

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crucifor · 1 month ago

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name — chi pronouns — they/she preferred comms — dms to discord usually, although sometimes i'm feeling extra extroverted and leave my discord on the dashboard. name of muse — mihawk is definitely the biggest one here! followed by croc, sabo, and kidd. i also have zoro in his own little house. experience in RP — too early. honestly before tumblr was really even a thing? maybe 17 or so years ago. best experiences — i actually have really enjoyed writing in animanga as a whole. i've made a lot of lasting friends that keep up with shenanigans nice and easy. pet peeves / dealbreakers — i don't have many. i really like to think i'm extremely laid back and friendly ; though i really dislike possessiveness from rp partners. i have very specific rules on it for a reason. it's a sure fire way to send me running for the hills. muse preference ( fluff, angst, smut ) — i like them all, though most of my muses are not particularly fluffy. i like to think i write some decent smut, though it takes a lot of work so you don't see me doing it as often anymore... and ah... angst. my beloved. i like to write pining! plot or memes — both...? but usually memes. i think they can be a great ice breaker! when i get a bit more comfortable or really click with someone? i love 10 hour long plotting sessions. long or short replies — the more comfortable i get with you and your muse, the more i am likely to write. for muses like croc and mihawk especially i find myself exceptionally long-winded. sorry in advance. best time to write — late at night or first thing in the morning. i need silence and no disturbances to write - so i try to do it when discord is quiet and everyone else is asleep haha. are you like your muse — maybe a little bit like luffy? i enjoy gathering people and forcing them to be my friend (/hj). i also know for a fact i say some wildly unhinged shit. otherwise i can't say i'm much like anyone i write!

tagged by: no one, i stole it from poppy tagging: also no one, steal it from me

#* out of character / 🐦‍⬛#* dash games / 🐦‍⬛

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morieeeeee · 2 months ago

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Omg! I can’t believe we’re finally meeting! I’m Morgan, so nice to finally see you!

I hope you don’t mind me introducing myself by the way, first impressions do count.

I’m 24, my birthday is December 1st, so that makes me a Sagittarius. Blood type is O, so universal donor type if anyone needs it. ٩꒰｡•◡•｡꒱۶ I have blue hair and brown eyes, it’s an interesting combination. Oh, and I have near perfect 20/20 vision! It was off by a few points last time I went to the optometrist. They couldn’t get an accurate measurement of my eyesight, they said the machine malfunctioned or something.

I love baking sweets, any time I see a new recipe I have the urge to try it out, and even if it goes wrong it’s still just as good! I also do a little sewing, some gardening, and I love stargazing on clear nights, especially when the moon is out. It’s so pretty (´ ▽｀).。ｏ♡ if I don’t have time to bake sweets, I’ll usually get chocolate chip cookies or pirouettes, they’re my top two favorites. Oh! And kitties or cats!! They’re so fluffy and sweet.

But as much as I could tell you about all the things I like, there’s some stuff I really don’t like. For instance: thunderstorms, stressful situations, heights (which is ironic considering another matter I can’t really tell you about, sorry), bugs, especially roaches (gross!), arguments, stubbornness, feeling helpless, my (metaphorical) wings popping out at the wrong time, molting seasons, and sometimes heat seasons. (I don’t think you need to know about that one yet, at the very least.)

Oh, I think there’s something else you should know. I didn’t write these though.

Basic RP info and rules under the cut:

❌ no god modding pls, if there’s something you want to discuss beforehand dms will be open for her.

Admin is 21+

This account is only interacting with other LNDs ocs and rp blogs (seeing as this is the only franchise admin has ever made gimmick blogs for but shhh, we can gloss over that in the meantime)

Nsfw is ok ✅

The admin might take a while to reply, life is quite the journey sometimes so just allow a bit of time between replies 🥲

If needed, you can start off a thread with a prose or a starter provided by other blogs that offer prompts to get the mood going, it’s hard to start a story and that’s totally fine. Ain’t no shame in using a foundation to help build a masterpiece. ✨

Admin is a fan of the memes, so if you need the lulz, let’s go for it 👁️

Canon!verse (idk??)

She can be with any of the LIs

(There’ll probably be a fic of her written with Zayne I can promise you that’s not my favoritism shining through lol)

It can be platonic or romantic based on your preference (and if you like the spice we can accommodate for that too just allow admin some extra space for possible cringe, it’s been a while lmfao)

Theres a whole other part of her lore that requires a google document or a carrd to explain thoroughly but she’s canon divergent in a way.

I think that’s it???

Oh! Is admin done? Well, I hope that wasn’t too much information, I can’t wait to get to have fun with you all soon!

(。⌒∇⌒)。

#decension from the heavens #angel on earth #-`ღ´- oc introduction #ෆ Morgan #lnds oc #oc rp blog

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