#i love my skeleton girl who was born from a hole in the ground and lives in the shadows of window blinds

[naggingatlas]

thinking abt mayson. mayflower. mayday. maybe. mayfly. mayhem. maypop. mayo. maytime. it's maytime. make it so.

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ryan  ross  lyric sentence  starters ↪  taken  from  various  songs  he’s  written,  lyrics  he’s  sung,  &  poetry  he’s  penned.  trigger  warnings  for  mentions  of  sex,  cheating,  drugs.  alter  as  you  see  fit  ♡

“so close …”

“i am composing a burlesque.”

“i'm all alone in an afterglow.”

“but we haven’t even met yet.”

“this war ain't gonna fix itself.”

“you can’t be lonely.”

“you're gonna have to dig your way out.”

“she was nowhere to be seen.”

“some people never change.”

“i know i broke your heart. mine is broken too.”

“i'm carving pumpkins.”

“i'm afraid that i may have faked it.”

“though you tried to cut me down it wasn’t deep enough.”

“this may call for a proper introduction.”

“i know it’s mad.”

“all the lights are on, but no one's home.”

“a year ago, i was dreaming of where i am now.”

“charm your way out.”

“we're all too small to talk to god.”

“you’re invited.”

“it's not so pleasant.”

“if you're going, then go.”

“i was suspicious and naive.”

“we're still so young, desperate for attention.”

“things have changed for me, and that's okay.”

“that's the spirit.”

“watch your mouth.”

“it started with a simple kiss.”

“don't you move.”

“what a wonderful caricature of intimacy.”

“we'll never go hungry.”

“praying for love in a lap dance and paying in naivety.”

“i lie in silence and feel like a fool.”

“grab your hat and fetch a camera.”

“your eyes are the size of the moon.”

“it's time for us to take a chance.”

“you should take this heart of mine.”

“how did i get here in the right from wrong?”

“i know it just doesn't feel like a night out.”

“it just made her more interesting.”

“she didn't even see me.”

“do you know what i mean?”

“i'm wrecking this evening already, and loving every minute of it.”

“i sure do make an easy target.”

“someone i love loves someone else.”

“don't bother waiting up.”

“don’t you go down.”

“you vanished when you'd gotten what you came here for.”

“would it be alright if we just sat and talked for a little while?”

"when did he get all confident?"

“you know it will always just be me.”

“i feel the same.”

“all my forgotten poems are a joke.”

“she'd wanna kiss you all the time.”

“i want a big celebration.”

“i'll ignore my heart and lie to the truth.”

“film the world before it happens.”

“that's just ridiculously odd.”

“it grows like fancy flowers.”

“he tried to save the calendar business.”

“i wonder if this was physical or if it could have been in my head.”

“i wouldn't be caught dead in this place.”

“you're pulling the trigger all wrong.”

“i saw you, i met you, i loved you.”

“so let me set you free.”

“i'm aware that you're scared of my heart, but it's here.”

“northern downpour sends its love.”

“you better put that pen to paper.”

“if you're gonna preach, for god sakes, preach with conviction.”

“haven't you heard that i'm the new cancer?”

“i know i broke your heart.”

“i am something velveteen.”

“we're locked inside.”

“just don't put your teeth on me.”

“when i’m good, i’m the baddest.”

“i’m up, looking for you now.”

“you can call me tonight.”

“it sure as hell ain't normal.”

“haven't you people ever heard of closing the goddamn door?!”

“we sure are in for a show tonight.”

“can't take the kid from the fight.”

“she's got me twisted in love.”

“i could've waited for the train to come.”

“you could love me if i knew how to lie.”

“if it were me, i'd write another song.”

“i fell from the heavens as a fetish.”

“i am renewed.”

“i hope that i've still got your help.”

“take a look at what you got me into.”

“we should feed our jewelry to the sea.”

“who could ask for any more?”

“i'm pouring out my heart for paper.”

“i need to leave you but i never will.”

“i forgot how to call you.”

“just stay where i can see you.”

“it's the greatest thing that's yet to have happened.”

“i’m doing my best.”

“she didn't choose this role.”

“life is not a fairytale.”

“our loneliness will keep us warm.”

“i don't mind taking a photograph.”

“you're gonna bend until it breaks.”

“maybe something in my blood could lift my spirits up.”

“i am out of my mind.”

“imagine knowing me.”

“i hope it's where i belong.”

“is it still me that makes you sweat?”

“your speech is slurred enough that you just might swallow your tongue.”

“i must be lucky to have you be the one who loves me.”

“but who could love me?”

“you clicked your heels and wished for me.”

“give me your attention.”

“you set the house on fire.”

"man, it feels good to feel this way."

“i've got more wit, a better kiss, a hotter touch, a better fuck then any boy you'll ever meet.”

“if the clouds were singing a song, i'd sing along. wouldn't you, too?”

“i know i've been wrong.”

“kissed a girl in the lobby ‘cause she asked so politely.”

“i can't get out by myself.”

“true love like ours is worth so much more than a diamond ring.”

“it never made her happy, 'cause she couldn't ever have me.”

“i do drunk dialing minus the alcohol.”

“i hope to god he was worth it.”

“he looked like he was barely hanging on.”

“why do i find myself outside at your window in the night?”

“i'd put a statue of myself upon the shelf.”

“they spill unfound from a pretty mouth.”

“ i'm going to need you to keep time.”

“you better back your shit up.”

“i think i owe it to you to try to be every hallucination you see in me.”

“you do this all the time."

“you're not what he's thinking of when he's with the other girl.”

things have changed for me.”

“this was no accident.”

“it's much better to face these kinds of things with a sense of poise and rationality.”

“just sit back and relax.”

“i, for one, won't stand for this.”

“we play by donner party rules at all times.”

“the glitter is gone.”

“boys will be boys.”

“you're all that's left for me.”

“my mind is all mixed up.”

“who knew that love was a dangerous drug?”

“'she couldn't ever have me.”

“isn't this exactly where you'd like me?”

“we can play normal for a few days.”

“i ground my teeth and you bite your tongue.”

“in case i lost my train of thought where was it that we last left off?”

“it seems i’m someone i've never met.”

“i think i made you up.”

“it never gave a damn about me.”

“perhaps, i was born with curiosity, the likes of those of old crows.”

“i'm cold, i'm hungry, but i'm bored.”

“i don't want no gifts.”

“the monster mash is playing.”

“do you really even live here?”

“this kind of thing always happens.”

“you were right. i was wrong, like i always am.”

“i missed your skin when you were east.”

“i feel as if i’m a figurine.”

“every night is the same.”

“ i'm sure i didn't ruin her.”

“i could have sworn we danced slow before.”

“i'm seated and sweating to a dance song on the club's pa.”

“it's nice to think that you are always wanted.”

“am i who you think about in bed?”

“you'll never know until you're there.”

“come on, this is screaming ‘photo op’.”

“you and i will always be ‘the dream’.”

“any practiced catholic would cross themselves upon entering.”

“it was a scream when we were young and dumb.”

“i know i should've never left.”

“who can i believe?”

“she always had her fangs at my jugular vein.”

“and a few more of your least favorite things.”

“in matters of opinion, love has gone insane.”

“if i go to hell will you come with me or just leave?”

“in the house of mirrors, ain't nothing keep you safe.”

“you know that you feel it too.”

“now we're making some progress.”

“god damn, i’d hate to see what i’d do under the influence.”

“i’m only reflecting your perfections.”

“just a first kiss to face the new year.”

“we’ll sit in silence.”

“you're a regular decorated emergency.”

“euphoria is a risk on the floor.”

“she could never win me.”

“love is all i'm really after.”

“have some composure,.”

“this was a therapeutic chain of events.”

“on the hotel floor, drinking warm champagne.”

“we need to talk.”

“every word gets you a step closer to hell.”

“let me help you please.”

“i never said i missed her when everybody kissed her.”

“now i know it's just a matter of time until i make her come.”

“if the world were ending, would you kiss me or just leave me?”

“forgive me if i’m not quite ready to give them to you.”

“i want to know what everyone knows.”

“you told me not to fear the dark.”

“the weather is impeccable.”

“i don't love you, i'm just passing the time.”

“i can't help but to hear an exchanging of words.”

“love is established philosophy.”

“but it might’ve been the calm that comes before the storm.”

“let's sing it like you mean it.”

“there's a devil in the corner.”

“there’s never anything good on tv.”

“everything goes according to plan.”

“i ran from love like it was laced.”

“i guess we're back to us.”

“we can't help ourselves.”

“i remember fuckin' in the falling rain.”

“i wasn't born to be a skeleton.”

“i couldn't quit her.”

“everything's gone missing.”

“we must reinvent love.”

“i know it's sad that i never gave a damn about the weather.”

“what do i know?”

"the best part about you was me."

“check the pocket of my leather jacket.”

“i am truly made of one million glowing constellations.”

“i mean, technically our marriage is saved.”

“she's a dangerous place.”

“even the truth is wrong sometimes.”

“was it god who chokes in these situations?”

“i feel like something on strings.”

“she couldn't ever catch me.”

“i try not to think about it and you.”

“i know it's just a matter of time.”

“i can't prove this makes any sense, but i sure hope that it does.”

“you know you should take it a day at a time.”

“i never said i’d leave the city.”

“it's the greatest thing you'd ever imagine.”

“i might have lost control.”

“i'm in a rut but still adored.”

“i'll keep my distance.”

“i need to take a vacation.”

“it's almost halloween.”

“is it a fairy tale?”

“well, this calls for a toast, so pour the champagne.”

“you can't stand it.”

“i'm exactly where you'd like me, you know.”

“we were always thick as thieves, you and me.”

“maybe i will, maybe i won’t.”

“all i want to do is dig a hole with you.”

“stop stalling.”

“it truly is enough to be alive and be in love.”

“i can't believe my eyes.”

“if i were to die tonight, would you cry, or deny my place in your life?”

“you are at the top of my lungs.”

“things do like to build up and fall apart at the same time for me.”

“why can't we just be friends?"

“i never know where the evening goes.”

“i want to go where everyone feels the same.”

“i fell in love again.”

“all i do is lie.”

“they asked for it.”

“was it all a dream?”

“all your wishes, they will sink like stones.”

“i wandered through the sunshine.”

“living even one minute without you is a moment i'd rather not have to live to see.”

“i want to go where everyone goes.”

“i think that i have had enough.”

“asked to be her husband; she already had one in prison.”

“true love is scarce.”

“somehow it still came undone.”

“things are shaping up to be pretty odd.”

“is ‘young’ a word for ‘dumb’; a word for ‘fun’?”

“said i'd let you keep it forever.”

“i never said i’d leave this town.”

“guess i'm going to a party.”

“damn, this is rough.”

“someone should have told her that pretty ain't a job.”

“something changed along the way.”

“i can't convince myself that you were good for more than cheap thrills.”

“now i’m the only one to blame.”

“let's not get selfish.”

“i hardly knew a thing about you.”

“give your feet a chance, they'll do all the thinking.”

“make a name for yourself.”

“it's useless searching in the cupboards.”

“i won't cut my beard and i won't change my hair.”

“it’s just the end of the world.”

“back to the room where it all began.”

“what was it that you put into my guts?”

“what a shame.”

“we'll leave the past out to pasture.”

“i know the world’s a broken bone, but melt your headaches, call it home.”

“everybody knows it but you.”

“it looks like the end of history as we know.”

[tellerford13]

MO ASTOR CHAPTER 44                                            

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                                                          A/N: AND. WE’RE. BACK! We appreciate your patience, heading into the show require a wee bit more work on our end as well as dealing with some hard hits from the real world. All that being said, we’re hoping to be able to stick to our weekly postings. So HERE WE GO!                                                  MO CHAPTER 44

Jax

“Girls are still at yer old house,” Chibs explains, blowing smoke out from his cigarette.

“I’ll relieve the prospect after I stop by the hospital.”

“Going to see the lad?”

I wince under his censure. Chibs doesn’t have to say a word to get his point across.

Everything that needs to be said is visible in his eyes.

“Naw. Gonna set his mother straight.”

Chibs grunts.

“What?” I snap.

“I didnae say a word.” He shakes his head, takin a deep inhale.

“Yeah, ya don’t have to,” I mutter, spinning on my heels and taking off.

Clay’s just got finished giving me shit about Mom telling him I hadn’t seen Abel.

No one stops to consider it might be too much for me.

I’ve gotten so used to people leaving, I keep them at a distance.

I also have a lot of shit on my plate, and I can’t afford to drop the ball.

They want me to put the club first but don’t stop to look at what the cost might look like. I’d rather be dealing with the fucking Mayans than this family guilt trip shit.

Clay attempting to keep me in line by holding Abel’s hospital bills in my face was a low blow. But I’ve come to expect that shit from him.

There’s not enough time in the world to stop me from being furious with Wendy when I reach St. Thomas.

I’m glad Tara is nowhere to be seen.

I got my hands full with one crazy ex.

Wendy looks like death warmed over.

Ratty bleached out blonde hair, sallow skin, and dark circles that lend to her skeleton impression. What the fuck did I ever see in her?

Another lost soul who needed an anchor, so she didn’t drift off the deep end.

It worked for a time.

I should’ve ended it when it stopped, and she relapsed the second time, instead of ignoring her like she’d go away on her own.

She looks up and starts to cry when she sees me.

Stepping in, I ignore her hysterics.

I’ve grown immune to them.

“You need to get help, Wendy,” I say, trying to soften the irritation in my tone.

“I know, I know— But it’s not what you think. I was doing so good, Jax. I love my baby. Even with us being fucked up.” She shakes her head, wiping at imaginary tears.

“So the meth fairy shot you up?”

She looks down at the bed, and I tense.

Her lack of eye contact’s always been a tell-tail sign she’s hiding shit from me.

“Start talking now, Wendy.” I growl.

“I thought he loved me. That he didn’t care I was having your baby. I was wrong. All he wanted to talk about was you and the club. I didn’t tell him. I didn’t.” She shakes her head, speaking as if she’d forgotten I was even there.

Walking over, I grip her bedrail to keep from gripping her arms and shaking the answers out of her.

“And.” I ground out.  

“He forced me to shoot up Jax! H-He Said I was going to tell one way or the other!”

Well for Fuck’s sake!  

“Son of a bitch. What did you say to him, Wendy?”

She shakes her head.

“I- I don’t know. The doctor said Abel’s getting stronger. He said maybe they would fix his belly. Maybe tomorrow morning.” I shake my head at her attempt to change the topic.

Now I have to worry about what the Nords know on top of everything else.

“They’ll do everything they can.”

I won’t hope. That’s a dangerous thing I can’t afford to do right now.

“My lawyer said they might file criminal charges. Fetal abuse. I got stuff back at the house in the stash drawer.”

“Jesus Christ.” I scoff, shaking my head.

It never ends with this bitch.

“You expect me to bring it to you so you can get high too?” I growl.

“No, I told you…” She whines.

“I didn’t even want to do it, Jax. You have to believe me. Just if they find that shit, they’re gonna put me away.”

“Might be the only way you’ll get clean,” I state honestly.

Plus, her outta the picture might make all the women in my life a lot happier.

“You own the house, Jax. I’d hate to see this blowback on you.”

The truth of her statement dumps over me like a bucket of cold water.

“Yeah, of course.” I chuckle dryly.

Now there’s another fucking mess I gotta fucking clean up.

It never ends.

Fuck, I need to find the shit before the girls do. I don’t want them anywhere near that shit, let alone touching it.

“Jax, wait. Please, please, Jax!” Her whining falls on deaf ears as I leave the hospital behind and hit the road.

Pulling up into the driveway, I gesture for the grunt to leave as I enter the house that never felt like a home.

I watch briefly as the girls pitch things into garbage bags, spraying and scrubbing down furniture.

It hits me in the heart and the gut.

The three women I love most are here together, doing what they can to make this shit show more tolerable.

I clear my throat. “It’s almost midnight.”

They all stop, startled by my appearance before glancing up at me with tired expressions.

“The place is a goddamn pigsty.” Ma huffs, picking up all the clothes laying around.

“Cleaning was never her strong suit. But it didn’t look like this last time we were here.”

Mom glances over at me.

Sitting on the desk next to the half wall that separates the living room from the wall, I look over at the girls working in the kitchen and dining room.

“What are you doing here?” Mom asks, continuing her almost frantic cleaning.

“It’s my house,” I offer, pulling my riding gloves off.

“No, it’s your property. There’s a big difference,” J corrects walking into the living room with another trash bag.

Lee meets my gaze, studying me with those blue lasers that always see everything I want to hide.

I look away, unable to keep my secret in the face of her worry-filled expression.

“You know what I mean. I don’t want you to see it this way,” Ma says as she continues to straighten and organize.

It’s her way, always in action to run from her emotions.

“You guys don’t have to do this.” Guilt hits me.

They’re over here cleaning up the mess I made.

My stomach clenches.

“Look, we just want it livable,” Lee says walking into the living room with an empty hamper for the clothes.

Her words should be soothing, but that’s the last thing I want right now.

“I’ll buy some decent carpet. Cigarette burns are everywhere.” Mom mutters, continuing to pick up Wendy’s mess. “Mom.” I try to grab her attention, but she continues to mumble and clean.

“Make this shit-hole a home for your son.”

Something in me snaps at the mention of Abel.

“Mom, For chrissakes, stop cleaning!” I bark.

J steps in front of her.

“Oh hell no. You don’t get to talk to her like that! Not when we’re here helping your ass out. Trying to clean up the fucking trail of mess you left behind. Like always!”

I flinch.

“Jax.” Lee shakes her head.

The disapproval is visible in her blue sapphires.

“He’s not gonna make it.” I let my worries fly out of my mouth.

The girls gasp, circling around me.

Lee grabs my hand, squeezing tight.

“W-What are you talking about?” Mom asks.

“What happened?” Lee and Journee ask in that twin sync way they have.

I exhale and shake my head.

“He was born with half a stomach and a hole in his heart. He’s gonna die—.”

My head is rocked to the left, and my side is on fire from mom’s slap and baby sister’s wicked pinch.

I think the little bitch drew blood and broke the skin.

But it’s Lee letting go of my hand that hurts the most.

“Don’t you say that! You’re the only one this boy’s got! You don’t believe he’s gonna live, you might as well go and kill him yourself.” Mom snaps, glaring at me as she speaks her truth.

Turning from me, she walks over to the table and grabs the joint and lighter sitting in a bowl.

“I’m sorry.” She mumbles half-heartedly, lighting up the joint as I make my way towards her, cautiously.

My eyes catch Lee’s disappointed blues.

“You gotta go see him, Jax,” She says gently, stepping towards me.

Even through my pain, I hear Lee’s voice, but I can’t gather the guts yet to do what she’s asking me.

“I can’t.” I admit honestly.

“Why? Because he’ll break your heart? It’s called being a father,” Mom says, after blowing out her deep inhale.

I place my hand up on the half-wall, resting heavily against it.

“For how long? A day? A week?” I spit the words circling around my head out like poison.

Mom sighs, and nods to me to come take a seat with her.

I release my own sigh, and glance back to see the girls going back to cleaning but staying nearby.

Wiping at some crumbs on the table, I sink into the chair, exhausted.

Mom takes another hit from the joint before offering it to me.

I look up at her gratefully, taking a deep inhale as she takes a seat across from me.

“You know, you were born with that same heart defect as your little brother.”

She reaches across the table and gently knocks at my chest.

“You seem pretty sturdy to me.”

Her tone has changed to something a little softer and I can’t help but give her a small smile.

“I came through hell. Landed on my feet…your father was hit by a goddamn semi, dragged 178 yards...and that bastard lived for two more days. Tellers do not die easy.” She says with a proud smirk.

I snort.

“No, we just die bloody.” I say honestly.

I’m not sure that’s better.

“That’s the Irish in us,” Ma says without missing a beat.

The storm ends, and I turn to glance up at the girls.

“I’m sorry.” I mouth the words.

Journee scowls, and Lee shoots me a sad look that makes my heart squeeze painfully in my chest.

I need to get out of this moment.

“When you and dad hooked up, he ever talk to you about his vision? About what he wanted from the club?”

The girls look at me, and I nod.

Mom fidgets with the joint in her fingers before shrugging.

“His vision was— you know, what it is. A brotherhood. Family.” She offers me the joint.

“And running guns? He want that?” I keep on her, needing to get to the bottom of how we came to this position.

“He never talked about that. Why?” She eyes me for a moment, before standing from the table.

“I found a box of his old shit in the storage unit. There’s, like, pictures and journals and... Things I never knew about him.” I shrug.

“What kind of things?” Journee asks, pausing her cleaning.

“It seemed like his original idea for the MC was something simpler. You know, social rebellion. He called it a Harley commune. It wasn’t outlaw. It was real hippie shit.” I say with a slight smile.

It’s not hard to imagine my laidback father wanting that.

I take another hit of the joint, watching as Mom sighs and tosses her head slightly.

I can see her brimming with nervous energy.

I know she doesn’t like to talk about dad.

“We had a lot of bright ideas back then. We were kids. Your father became a man. Men take care of business.” She says, but she isn’t looking at me when she speaks.

“Yeah, we do.” I answer, blowing the smoke out of my nose.

“You should get home, Mom. Finish cleaning tomorrow. Lee and I will lock up.” I say as mom turns to look at me while Journee looks from me to Lee.

“You good?” She hugs Lee, who whispers something in her ear.

Mom walks over and frames my face for a moment.

“Night mom.” I say as she bends to press a kiss to my cheek.

“Night baby.” She whispers squeezing my hand before walking past me.

“Hey,” I nod at Mom. “Have her stop by the club. Your old man misses you.” I say, standing from the table.

Baby J steps closer and tugs me down to her.

“Do not fuck this up, Jaxass. Remember everything you have to lose.”

I nod my head.

“I hear you.”

She pats my cheek.

“Good.”

“Ok, darling.” Mom sounds exhausted.

It’s easy to forget sometimes she’s still only human.

“Good night, mom. Night Baby J.”

“Good night, baby.” Ma blows a kiss before grabbing her stuff.

“See you tomorrow, bro. Remember what I said.”

“Yeah.” I nod.

“Lee. I’m always a call away,” Baby J says, ignoring me as she walks up and kisses her.

I glance over to see Mom’s already out the door.

That’s new.

I guess they’re done giving a shit.

“I love you too, Nee.” Lee calls out.

They walk out, and I go to the drawer Wendy mentioned.

“What are you doing?” Lee asks, following me over to the stash drawer.

“Saving us a whole lot more trouble.” I remove the gun, syringes, and bags of smack.

“Are you fucking kidding me?” Lee screeches angrily.

“Obviously not mine.” I mumble, tucking the gun into the waistband of my jeans as I walk over to the bathroom.

“Why are you covering for her? It’s like enabling.” She says as I flush the baggies away.

“Cause it’s my damn house, Harley. Imagine how much the law would love to find that shit and charge me.”

She crosses her arms and nods.

“So, you sweep in and rescue her. She has no consequences?” She follows me back to the living room.

“She’s lying in the hospital half dead right. I’m pretty sure she’s paying.” I snap, turning to look at her.

“So you could go see the Junkie bitch, but not your son?”

“It’s not like that.”

“Explain it to me, then. Cause what I see is the one solid parent Abel has turning their back.”

“Oh, that’s bullshit, and you know it. That kid is going to have more love than most kids get in a lifetime.”

“Maybe. But it won’t make up for an absent father.” She pokes her finger at my chest.

I roll my eyes, fighting back the urge to growl.

“You already labeling me now? Don’t let your past mingle with my future. I’m ain’t like Wally, and you know it.” I swipe her hand away, shaking my head.

“No. But I know what it’s like to be on the receiving end of a junkie mother and a father who couldn’t’ be bothered,’ She whispers.

Her past pain bleeds into her blues, tugging at my heart strings.

Fuck.

I turn back to face her, bending slightly to catch her eyes.

“I get that, but it’s not the same, Lee. I just—my head is spinning, and I need to be grounded before facing him lying there like that, okay? It ain’t about a lack of love.” I run a hand through my hair, blowing out a deep breathe.

“You’re a Father now, Jax. You can’t keep things on the backburner anymore.” She steps forward, and I open my arms.

“I don’t want to fight, babe.” I say sincerely.

“So, let’s not fight.” Her tone doesn’t match her sentence.

I know she wants to keep talking about this and shit it’d be easier if she knew what went down with Wendy, but I’m ain’t about to add gasoline to that fire.

So I’ll keep this close to my chest for now.

“What do you want me to do?” I ask, just needing us to be okay.

“Anything, other than ignore him Jackson.” She throws her hands up in the air.

“Okay. Okay. I’ll go see Abel tomorrow.” I say, knowing it’ll make her happy.

“Yeah?” She whispers.

Her eyes light up, and I nod.

Fuck she’s got me wrapped around her finger don’t she?

“Yeah.” I swallow my pride and my fear.

I can’t control if I lose my son, but I can keep Lee.

“You’re right. I’ve been putting things on the back burner I should be handling. I want to be the kind of man my father was.” My throat clogs.

“This ain’t it.”

She steps into my arms and I hold her tight.

“I see him in you all the time Jackson. You just need to learn how to channel him and block out all the other bullshit thrown at you.” Wrapping her armss around my waist, she rests her head on my chest.

Inhaling the citrus scent of her hair, I let her ground me.

We’re in a fucking hurricane right now.

I don’t know if I’ll be able to keep our heads above water.

Tara, Wendy, Abel, Mayans, Nords, it’s all coming at us at once.

I can’t even catch my damn breath.

“Talk to me.” Lee tilts her head up, propping her chin on my chest as she turns those cerulean lasers up to lock onto mine.

Her anger’s faded, but I can see the steely determination in the depths of her electric blue eyes. She expects me to keep my word.

“That’s why I’m here.” She pushes gently.

I don’t even know where to start.

We’re in the middle of a powder keg, ready to explode.

The less she knows, the better.

Once you add her own issues with abandonment into the situation, I know rational thinking goes straight the fuck out the window.

“I don’t want to talk babe. I want to feel something other than worry and stress. I need you, Lee.” I whisper, pressing our lips together.

“Then have me, Jackson.” Her tone is husky but demanding.

She fists my hair and crashes our kiss together again.

I grip her face in my hands and dominate the kiss.

Tilting my head slightly I deepen our kiss and slip my tongue into her mouth, exploring the playground I already have memorized.

Wrapping my arms around her waist, I crush her frame against my chest.

The mint of the gum she’s been chewing makes my tongue tingle as the addicting scent of spicy citrus fills my nostrils. Blood rushes to my cock, slowly hardening against her. She pulls back to suck in air, and I move my hands down to her hips. I don’t want her to be even an inch from me right now.

I press forward, moving her back towards the half-wall and the desk.

Lips lock and teeth gnash as our hands work in tandem, stripping each other of our bottoms.

Unbelted and unbuttoned, my jeans drop down my hips, weighted heavily by the items always attached.

I shove down the leggings she’s wearing and lift her up from the ground.

She wraps her knees around my waist as I hold her weight with one arm, clearing the small desk and positioning her against the half-wall.

Her fingers tug at my hair, turning my head to keep our lips connected.

I growl as my hardened cock strains against the confines of my boxers.

Her wet heat sears me through the thin cotton, painting my boxers in her fragrant juices.

“Fuck. you’re so wet, baby.” I groan, grinding against her slick folds.

“Always for you.” She whimpers, reaching into my boxers to pull my cock out.

“Shit.” I hiss as her warm fist wraps around me.

Precum leaks from my tip, and she uses her thumb to smear the sticky liquid down my cock.

“Fuck I love you.” I groan as she pumps me before lining me up with her hot entrance.

“Fuck me, Jackson. Claim me as yours.” The neediness in her tone causes the beast inside me to roar to life.

“Mine,” I growl, thrusting into her without warning.

She gasps, arching her back.

I bend down, sucking the skin of her neck into my mouth.

She whimpers, turning her head to the side to allow me more access.

I stay still, basking in being completely surrounded by her and losing myself in the taste of her skin.

I suck harder, wanting to leave my mark and let everyone know she’s claimed.

“Jackson.” She gasps, clenching her muscles around my cock.

I groan at how fucking tight she feels.

Biting her neck, she whines and rolls her hips towards me.

I slide back just slightly, desperate to remain inside her for as long as possible.

I roll my hips instead of sliding out.

“O-oh.” She moans, wrapping her arms around my shoulders and hugging me closer to her.

The wood creaks with the movement, and my hands move to her thighs to support her weight.

“You feel so fucking, good baby.” Lee moans as I continue to rotate my hips inside her.

I mix it up with a rhythmic back and forth but never out of her.

This is my pussy, and the only people allowed to play in here are J. Tellers.

The quick flash image of my baby sister making my girl come has me groaning loudly and thrusting deeper.

“Fuck baby, just like that!” She cries out, clenching around me.

Her back arches, and her body trembles.

“Shit, Jackson, I’m close—so fucking close.” She gasps, rocking her hips towards me erratically.

My cock grows impossibly hard as I near mine.

I bite at her collarbone, leaving my marks all over her neck.

No one will ever doubt this woman is claimed and claimed fucking well.

“I’m yours, baby,” I whisper against her lips, letting her know this claiming goes both ways.

“And you’re fucking mine.” I hiss, rotating my hips so my cock can hit that spot inside her that makes her shatter.

“YES!” She cries out, fingernails digging into the back of my neck as her pussy locks down on me like a fucking vice.

“Fuck.” I groan, falling headfirst into my own release and shooting my hot load deep inside her.

She hugs me close as I rest my weight on my forearms against the wall, trapping her between them and struggling to catch my breath.

Lifting my head, our eyes lock, and I’m lost in the soft glow of her electric blues.

“I love you so much, Harley,” I say, leaning in to press a kiss to her lips before I slowly ease out of her.

“Mmm, love you too.” She mumbles against my lips.

“I’ll love you even more if you get me a towel.” She blinks up at me with hazy eyes and a satisfied smile.

I bend down to pull my boxers and jeans back up.

Shit, the thought of my cum swimming around inside her could make me hard again.

I know she’s got that thing in her arm, but damn if I don’t love knowing she’s marked by me, inside out.

“Leave it,” I whisper, smirking as I help her stand.

Her eyes widen, shocked by my request.

“Really?” She asks as I drop to my knees to pull her leggings back up her legs for her.

I nod, standing back to my feet and pulling her close.

“You told me to claim you. Nothing says claimed like my seed swimming around inside you.” I slip my hand down the front of her leggings and cup her pussy.

The heat radiating through the thin, wet material has me biting my lip.

She whimpers.

“And what about you, Jackson?” She asks, raising an eyebrow at me.

“Are you claimed?” She asks, confusing me with her line of questioning.

“You tell me?” I ask, tucking some loose strands from her messy bun back behind her ear.

“I thought so…” She runs her knuckles down my cheek gently.

Suddenly she’s pinching my chin tightly, tilting my head down to meet her gaze.

“But then I see, Tara Fucking Knowles is in town, and you don’t look all that shocked to see her.” The fury flames in her eyes once more.

Fuck. Shoulda known the calm would only last a few minutes.

I sigh, shaking my head.

“Shit. We really talking ‘bout this now?” I ask, stepping back.

“Fuck yes we’re talking about this! Why didn’t you fucking tell me, Jackson! I do not like being blindsided!” She pushes at my chest and steps away from me.

“How long have you fucking known? How long did you plan on keeping it from me? And why, why the hell didn’t you fucking tell me!” She pushes at my chest again.

“Lee, I’m sorry, aight? I was gonna tell you the other night when we went out for our ride, but then the Mayans blew up the warehouse, and Wendy ODing threw us right into the middle of it before I had a chance.”

I step towards her cautiously, slowly moving to grab her hands.

“I only found out that morning. I just wanted to get some us time in before I told you-“ I begin.

“Why?” She asks in a defensive tone, narrowing her eyes at me.

“Cause I know how you feel ‘bout Tara, and I just wanted us to be solid-“

She slides her hands out from mine and steps back.

Something deep inside growls at the thought of her stepping away from me.

“Why wouldn’t we be solid, Jackson? Should I be worried we’re not solid now that SHE’s back?” I can hear the accusations in her tone, and I don’t like it one damn bit.

“Nah Fuck that, Harley. Her being back don’t change shit ‘bout us.” I step to her, gripping her hips in my hands tightly.

“I think I just fucking proved that,” I growl, nodding towards the clatter of shit on the floor from our early escapade.

“You think I’m going to accept the scraps you used to give other women? Takes more than a quick fuck against a wall to make me feel secure.”

“Don’t say shit like that when you know it ain’t fucking true!” I yell before I can catch myself.

Her eyes widen, but I don’t see an ounce of fear in them.

“I fucking love you, Harley Grazer! Tara ain’t nothing to me but an old ghost, you fucking hear me!” My fingers grip her hips so she can’t step back from me again.

“That bitch is the past. You and I are headed towards a future. I ain’t gonna let that gash get in the way of that by gettin into your head.”

This is my fault.

I let her pull me from my girls and my family once before.

But I’m gonna make it damn clear it ain’t happening again.

I struggle to calm myself.

I can’t blame her for being cautious.

I release a shaky breath, trying to force some sanity back into my brain before I start to demolish the whole fucking house.

“I’m sorry I didn’t tell you sooner. My plan was to tell you after our ride before everything went to shit. I only found out that morning.” I loosen my grip on her hips but still hold her to me.

She’s holding tense but not trying to stepping back.

I sigh, rubbing a hand down my face when she continues to glare at me.

“I mean it, Harley. I’m sorry I let that shit get away from me, but I need you to trust me when I say I got no love left for her. S’far as I’m concerned, she’s my son’s doctor, that’s it.” I wrap my arms around her and pull her to me.

My heart clinches when she remains stiff and doesn’t melt against me the way she usually does. “Can we be okay now?” I ask, desperate for things to be right between us.

I can’t fucking handle one more damn thing right now.

Her fingers fist my hair as she tugs my hair back slightly to grab my attention.

“Don’t keep shit like that from me anymore, and we’ll always be okay, Jackson.”

My stomach knots as I think about the bombshell Wendy dropped on me in the hospital.

I should tell Lee, but I don’t know if I have the fucking energy to go through another argument right now.

I wrap my arms tighter around her waist, squeezing her to me as I collapse against her for a moment.

One thing at a time.

[occasionalrpmemes]

Will Wood: the Normal Album Sentence Starters

lines taken from the 2020 album.  edit as desired.  tw: violence, disordered eating, gender dysphoria, mental illness, substance abuse, suicidal ideation, death

01.  Suburbia Overture: Greetings from Mary Bell Township! / (Vampire) Culture / Love Me, Normally

“Trick or treat.  Merry Christmas.”

“Howdy neighbor!”

“Thank you Jesus!”

“It don’t look like survival, but buy now or die.”

“You’re not alone.”

“The lights are on, but no one’s home.”

“Takes a village to fake a whole culture.”

“Home is where the heart is- You ain’t homeless, but you’re heartless.”

“It’s the safest on the market.”

“You still gotta watch where you park it.”

“Give me your half-life crisis.”

“I can tell that you know where paradise is.”

“Parasites don’t care what your blood type is.”

“A snowflake only matters in a blizzard.”

“Everyone knows that nobody knows that.”

“Well, word gets around on hit number stations.”

“Smile and wave, boys, kiss the cook, live laugh and love, please pass the pills.”

“It’s only culture.  It’s only culture.  It’s only culture.”

“Didn’t they want your blood?”

“Why apologize when you turn blue and cold?

“Hey, fuck your culture.”

“Do you know the difference between blazing trails and slash-and-burn?”

“Hey, you’re only mortal.”

02.  2econd 2ight 2eer (well, that was fun, goodbye)

“The devil made me do it,��but I also kinda wanted to.”

“Forget bored stiff, I got rigor mortis.”

“My third eye’s open and I like what I see.”

“If you knew what I knew, if you saw what I see- ”

“But I got facts and I’m not afraid to use ‘em.”

“I’m getting better one forever at a time.”

“If sick is defined by what’s different, well then pull the plug out and let me die.”

”Who I am, I choose through all the things I do.”

“If it rhymes, it’s true, but I hate poetry.”

“Well that was fun, goodbye.”

03.  Laplace’s Angel (Hurt People?  Hurt People!)

“Have you ever died in a nightmare?  Woke up surprised you hadn’t earned your fate?”

“Have you ever felt like Atlas, threw your back out on the axis, and collapsed and threw the planet away?”

“Nobody dies agnostic.”

“Nobody dies agnostic, but we still dial 9-1-1.”

“Am I really that bad?”

“Whatever you think of me, if you were in my shoes, you’d walk the same damn miles I do.”

“With my head up in the clouds, I can see so much ground.”

“From up here, you look like ants in a row.”

“It doesn’t take a killer to murder.  It only takes the reason to kill.”

“The difference twixt fate and free will is whether you’re singing.”

“You wash your hands of where you’ve been until you flood the second floor.  Neatly fold your skeletons, but still can’t shut the closet door.”

“The only ones in need of love are those who don’t receive enough.”

“You could break an angel’s fall, and ignore the Devil’s call.”

“It’s a small hell after all.”

“Man, no more than animal, is made of moral chemicals.”

“If you were in my shoes, you’d see I wear the same size as you.”

04.  I / Me / Myself

“I’ve been feeling lightheaded since I lost enough weight to fit back in my skin.”

“Am I pretty now?”

“For some reason, I find myself lost in what you think of me.”

“I wish I could be a girl, and that way you’d wish I could be your girlfriend, boyfriend.”

“Am I pretty enough to lie to?”

“Just little old me in a big, big world.”

“I’ve been feeling lighthearted since I gained enough weight back to cover my bones.”

“You’ll be walking out early, but the show must go on.”

“No, I know that I’m wrong.  But I love how you’re on my side when I cross that line.”

“It’s been a point of contention between myself and this body that they stuck me in.”

“The privilege of being born to be a man.”

”I am quantum physics; my witness brings me into existence.”

”Am I pretty enough to love back?”

“Am I pretty enough to fucking die?”

“I wish-”

“Don’t you think that there’s a chance that you could live without it?”

05.  ...well, better than the alternative

“My daughter’s growing up.  She’s gonna be a lot like me, but I don’t wanna be at all like me.”

“I don’t wanna be at all like me.”

“You’re telling me I’m holding up eleven fingers.”

“Stranger things than death can happen.”

“Everybody knows that nobody knows that.”

“Everybody’s in on everybody’s business.”

“This isn’t my first Christmas, I know mistletoe when I see it.”

“Baby, could you play along with me?”

“Baby, would that be alright with you?”

“When we find out what’s wrong with me, could you tell me how I’m right for you?”

“Could you tell me how I’m right for you?”

“Could you tell me if I’m still pretty?”

“If they could see the future back when times were simple...”

“If everyone’s sick, well then, nobody can catch it.”

“Everybody’s all up in my god damn business.”

“This isn’t my first kiss.”

“It’s better to be lost than loved, now, isn’t it?”

“Everybody’s all up in my motherfucking business!”

“This isn’t my first anything.”

“After all of that’s been done to me, could you tell me how, could you tell me how, could you tell me—”

“What’s so wrong about what’s wrong with me?”

“I’m just trying to do what’s right by you!”

06.  Outliars and Hyppocrates: a fun fact about apples

“Did you know that the hole in the apple didn’t come from the outside in?  It was eaten from the core and out to the skin, and that’s why you’ll never find the worm in it.”

“The disease is defined by its treatment.”

“You people make me sick.”

“Who’d want to be human anyway?”

“Why’d you come into this world or come out that way?”

“Isn’t it funny?  Well, not "ha-ha" funny, but y’know, funny.”

“I doubt that you would even if you could change.”

“You think it makes you special, but it makes you strange.”

“The things that make you special are the things that make you strange.”

“I am the shadows cast aside by gallows, and you the red-hot sky.”

“And if you’re believers, then why would you grieve for the dead, instead of a devil that you never prayed for?”

“Too weird to love, too scared to die.  Too alien to take you home.”

“Who’d want to belong to anyone?”

“I mean, what do people even do?”

“If you love me, let me let you go.”

“Five more minutes, please?  You wouldn’t believe the dream I just had.”

07.  Black Box Warrior - OKULTRA

“Bless the torpedoes!”

“For what?  For what??”

“For what it’s worth, if it was going to kill you, boy, it would have by now.”

“There’s no more looking back, it’s looking up or looking down.”

“Wonder if Christ-Consciousness would charge a cancellation fee.”

“Auf wiedersehn!  Au revoir!”

“Hello, welcome.  Why don’t you take a seat?  Get comfortable, relax, take a second if you need to.”

“Now, what’s bothering you?”

“Well, why don’t we start at the beginning?”

“Growing up, how was your relationship with the fundamentals of conscious existence?”

“Did you die before your day?”

“You got a better idea?  It’s about the best we could come up with.”

“What, you think ideas spread because they’re good?  No, they spread because people like them.”

“So here we are once again.  Holding, as it were, a mirror up to your mirror.”

“I guess it’s just something people do!”

“You learn to be an animal instead.”

“I never did think you better than this.”

“It’s you who are the problem.  Not the things you do, but something sick inside.”

“Boy, you really is defective.”

“Offer up your innocence, please ignore the side effects.”

“You’ve lost your mind and almost lost your life before, so you’ll be fine!”

“Why would you want to look back?  I mean, it’s no good looking back. So try to look forward now.”

“For what it’s worth, if they were gonna get you boy, they would have by now.”

08.  Marsha, Thankk You for the Dialectics, but I Need You to Leave.

“They could prescribe you any illness you’d like if you define the terms of your ailments.”

“A crow don’t know the smell of carbon monoxide.”

“How many years have you been on that couch?”

“Your draw a line in the sand where it ends and you begin, but the tide rolls in, so who knows?”

“A little identity never hurt nobody, but lately you’ve been focusing too much on yourself.”

“How many milligrams of you are still left in there?”

“Back in my day, we didn’t need no feel-good pills and no psychiatrists.  We just drank ourselves to death.  And god damn it, we liked it!”

“What’s a symptom, what’s a flaw, can it be both?”

“Well, I suppose that’s an answer.”

“Would you give up your humanity for just a touch of sanity?”

“They’ve discovered a cure for the symptoms of being alive.  It’s a painless procedure with a low rate of failure, but very few patients survive.”

“And a little conformity never hurt nobody, but lately I’ve been worried that you’re losing yourself.”

“What’s my prognosis?”

“Disease is in the eye of the beholder.”

“Tell me ‘so it goes.’”

“Better safe than sorry, and we both know the danger.”

“So doctor, could you run another test?”

“If our harmonies don’t sync, we can change our voices.”

“Don’t heed no evil wills of moral nihilists.”

“Don’t you make me waste my breath.”

“GOD DAMN IT!”

“Does aspirin kill you with the pain?“

“You’re not your thoughts, you’re not your brain, you’re just the character you’ve made.”

“What seem like separate body parts come together to believe they’re you, and not just chemistry.”

“It’s not the way that you were raised, or what the advertisements say.”

“It’s not what you pay for, what you pray for, what you want, or what you say.”

“Something tells me that you need, forgive me now if I misspeak--”

“Something tells me you prefer to be sitting there flipping through those old issues of People.”

“Well, that’s our time.  See you next week.”

09.  Love, Me Normally

“In lipstick on the mirror are the lyrics to my obituary.”

“Crossing my eyes, dot my T’s.”

“I was delivered holding scissors.”

“I live deliberately, I’m a quitter.”

“I never agreed to participate in this game.”

“Won’t follow my dreams, cause they all got me waking up screaming.”

“I’d rather be normal.  Yes, so normal.”

“I suggest that we keep this informal.”

“A normal human being wouldn’t need to pretend to be normal.”

“Well, I guess that’s the least that I owe ya.”

“C’mon, c’mon, and love me normally.”

“If I could live in third person, well, I don’t think life would be much worse than it is.”

“Is it courageous or escapist to leave the quarantine when you’re contagious?”

“It may just be a cold.  And besides, I don’t wanna get old.”

“I drank myself to death to be the afterlife of the party.”

“When the afterparty came, I was rolling in my grave.”

“Now, this is the part of the song where I talk to my audience.”

“There’s something I want from you hepcats tonight.”

“I want you to look to your left.  Look to your right.  Your twelve o’clock, three o’clock, six o’clock, nine o’clock, rock around the clock tonight–”

“I want you to find those points of no return, those singularities, those burning rings of fire in the beautiful pupils and the beautiful eyes of the beautiful boy, girl, neither, both, or in-between that you brought with you tonight.  And I want you to tell ’em how you really feel!”

“Jam that square peg in the round hole in their hearts!”

“You love them exactly the way that everybody else is.”

“I was nothing before, so I couldn’t have asked to be born.  I’ll be nothing again, so what am I between now and then?”

“Is there nothing to fear?  Cause shit’s getting weird.”

“So to God who made this man: you better have one hell of a plan.”

10.  Memento Mori: the most important thing

“If you’re lucky you’ll be surrounded by the ones that you love, when the lights in your eyes fade and life flashes by.

“One day you’re going to die.”

“Heaven, hell, nirvana, nothing, no one knows how it ends.”

“Rest in peace— or pieces.”

“Read your horoscopes, your palms and tarot cards.  But either way your destination ain’t very far.”

“You could drown, or choke, or burn, or be hit by a car.”

“What doesn't kill you makes you stronger, but something will eventually.”

“One day you’ll look back at the life that you lead.  No more future left to fear that you’ll have the past to regret.”

“But your worries will be over if you truly realize— one day you’re going to die!”

“Take it away, hands!”

“In the fabric of time and in the vastness of space, a billion amounts to nothing in infinity’s face.”

“Your life never mattered, so who cares if it's a waste?”

“Well, one day you’ll be not even a faint memory.”

“You’ll never know what it all means.”

“Just keep this in mind: that everything and everyone goes with the passage of time.”

“No need to fear, ’cause when it’s here, you won’t be alive.”

“Try not to think about it!”

“So if you only have one chance, you oughta try your best to live as you like.”

[meltsyoutodeath]

AAAAAAAHHHHHHHH

I actually did this

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"F@ck you, mom!" - a voice screamed, followed by a strong, shiny black flash of light, apparently concentrated around something. The void was completely blank, so not noticing something so attractive was almost impossible. They ran in it's direction, sure that would find a strong opponent to fight and raise their abilities as a strong, undefeatable anime-like fighter. Each fight was an opportunity of having their own anime plot!

They approached the light, that got slightly less strong as with each step. They stopped when they saw the source of the light. A... girl? What? What the heck is that? They couldn't understand if it was a human or a skeleton. They saw a portal closing behind her, with angry human noises coming from it. They ignored the fact that they've never seen her before, and shouted:

- YOU! FIGHT MEH! NOW!

She stared at them, confused. The weird light disappeared as she started laughing, becoming a weak, yellow light. Turns out the light came from a ring on her finger.

- You- you wanna- f-fight me?! - she almost srceamed while saying that, laughing more harder each past second. Ignoring this, they continued:

- Yeah! I will show you the power of a true hero!

-Hahahaha! Gosh, you're funny! You almost act like a shounen protagonist! You know that, right?

- JUST FIGHT ME ALREADY!

They yelled, summoning two fount/ain pens and creating shurikens with their ink. They throw three of them at her, who easily dodged the attack. The weapons lost strenght, hitting the ground and stantly becoming ink again.

- I expected nothing else of such an opponent. OUR BATTLE WILL BE LEGENDARY!!!

They created more 10 shurikens, holding 8 of them between his fingers, and quickly throwing the other 2 at the girl. She jumped, and once more the shurikens hit the ground and became ink. With her eyes closed, she said, poiting a finger at them: 

- Ok, so you really do want to fight me, uh? Very well, I will only dodge, if you are able to hit me, I will start taking this more seriously, k?

They nodded, mad at the fact that she wouldn’t take’em seriously.

- Hehe. This isn’t even a bit of my true power! I wil prove my worth to you, and in the end, the power of friendship shall prevail!!

They throw the remaining shurikens at her, who dodged again, with eyes closed. Even if they were getting irritated, they were really pumped, and determined to win.

They kept attacking, drawing more and more shurikens, kunais, anime-like swords, if you doubt he summoned a Kahehameha of pure ink. But it didn't matter, she would always keep dodging, until the moment she summoned a book. Yes, a book. And started reading, trying to make a reference to Kakashi in classic Naruto. Always saying their attacks were doing nothing, and he had to try harder or theh would never be taken seriuosly by anyone.

- Hehe. You underestimate me! I've been revising Naruto lately, and I'm becoming a genius!

They made a random hand sign, along with their best effort to make it look like a super cool thing, and it seemed to get them really excited. 

- Go on, buddy. Give me your best shot then. - She winked with the... human eye? What... is she again? Anyway. Suddenly, she felt something moving behind her. Unsummoning her book, the girl sighed, right before jumping high up, to see that their hand movements (at least the ones they were doing NOW) weren’t useless, he was actually controling the ink from all the previously failed attacks againt the enemy.

Suprised with the fact that they could think, the girl carefully dodged his attacks, that finally, in a ‘last effort’, almost wrapped around her leg. Quickly, she teleported out of there, appearing behind the skeleton (the one that really is a skeleton). 

-Hi. Are you with the idea of giving up already? This is getting kinda boring, ya know?

The ring on that thing’s finger stopped with the solid, normal moss green coloration it had the hole battle, becoming a pale, boring blue. Sadly, the skeleton couldn’t see colors, and even if they could, they wouldn’t notice something like a rings color.

They turned around, surprised by her sudden appearence behind them. By instinct, they summoned one of their fountain pens again, and slashed the enemy’s right side of the face. She laid the her bone hand over the new born scratch. The ring on her finger became fully blank, and suddenly it was a lively green. 

- Did... did I hurt you? OH MY GOD, I’M SORRY, I DIDN’T MEAN TO-

- Hey, that’s fine! I know healing magic, don’t worry.

The hand over the scratch started to glow in the same color of the ring. Suddenly, her skull was clear as new, no scratches, no injuries, nothing. 

- Hey, this last attack... I told ya to hit me so I would fight you seriously, right?

- Yes! And as I said, the power of friendship (and protagonism) always wins! With my friends by my side, I will achieve all my goals, and reach my dream!

- Okay then, congrats. But... - in the middle of the sentence, the opponent made a creepy, scary smile. Her ring turned reddish grey, and a kind of black, gross fluid started falling from her eyes and mouth, the right side of the head turned only bones too. Three red knives appeared between her left hand fingers, in an attempt to make it scarier . - DOES THAT MEANS YOU STILL WANNA PLAY, BUDDY? 

She did a strong, mean voice, that scared the skeleton a little, but their shounen protagonist personality wouldn’t let them show it. Pulling theirself togheter, they shouted:

-No, I am not fighting you again today! I could hurt you!

The girl’s head went back to normal, just like her face. The ring turned into a lively orange.

- Aw, worried with the enemy? You should be fighting me, not giving me free mercy. - she replied, attempting to make them mad.

- Only because I’m sparing you this time, doesn’t mean our battle is over! My name is Domino, and you better remember it, beacause that’s the name of the one who will defeat you!

She left a grin out, that made Domino kinda mad. Truth be said, she was also a real weeb, and wanted her own anime cool story. That was the chance of a lifetime, who would waste that? She never had a rule about being the hero, has she. Even if she’s the kind of person who makes justice in a Death Note like way. Joining the show, she smartly replied.

- But- you were way too strong... during your battle, I was finally able to notice, I can’t reach my full potentail all alone! I don’t want to be your enemy anymore... instead, could we be... friends? We have more chances against the forces of evil if we are working togheter, right?

Actually... she will never admit it, but she really, really did a good choice by playing along. Proud that they had finally turned an enemy into an ally, like in almost all animes, Domino proudly accepted the request, using the opportunity to make another speech about the power of friendship. 

Both talked for a while. They asked which kind of monster she was, so it was explained that she was the result of the love of a random Sans and a random Chara. And so she had the magic of both of them. After a good, long talk, the girl said she had to go, and got up from the ink chair she asked the new friend to make... poor soul, unaware that the ink still left stains...

The mid-mid oppened a portal, with a really unorganized room on the other side. With one foot already on the other side, Domino couldn’t help but intervein.

-Hey, before you go, I still don’t know your name, and that’s against all anime rules I know.

She turned around, staring at him. 

- Oh, yeah, that. Actually... I forgot my name.. 

-What... wait, HOW? Are one of these guys who had a really traumatizing experience and doesn’t remember anything? Or maybe you fell from somewhere, and- NO, NO, it’s probably the crack on your skull that-

-Nah. - she stopped them, before the situation got out of control. - You wish it was something like this. Actually, no one ever called my name, only mom, but one day she just started calling me “daughter”, or “little demon”, things like that. My friends don’t know my name neither.

- So, how do your friends call you?

- As I have no name, I just gave me one. They call me Knia.

- UUU... weird name. IS IT JAPANESE?

- Sorry bud, but no. Well, gtg now.

She fully entered the portal, and Domino was leaving when a head appeared from it.

- By the way, it was really KNIfe to meet yA.

Domino smiled, He said bye again, and then the portal closed. 

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OH GOSH I DID IT! 

I DID IT IN ONLY A DAY! YESH!

GEEZ! I’m so happy right now!

Domino belongs to - @lollzida

Knia bleongs to - me

(post about Knia without her name because yes)

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BONUS

“It was a big day” - they tought, sitting on the voids ground. - But at least I made a friend! And had an amazing battle! 

Suddenly, they heard a weird sound, followed by a strong, shiny dark blue colored light.

- Hey, Domi?

They turned around, surprised by the unexpected visit.

- Did you come for another round?!

- Not really...- she replied, with a sad look on her eyes.

- Are you okay?

Silence made it’s presence in the room. Finally, Knia managed to speak.

- Can I stay the night? Mom and dad are fighting with some weird guys of the government...

- Of course! - he replied, without hesitating - we are friends after all, right?

- Thanks, Domi...

[sansfangirl4life-blog]

Bestial Purity Chapter 1

So here is the first chapter for my GHorrorFellxHuman Lost story! I sure hope y’all like it! Sorry if it seems slow, trying to build a bit of a world up after all XD If you have any questions, feel free to ask me!

Lost is mine, and GHorrorFellSans and Paps belong to @zwagyzonk  

Chapter 1

The loud crack of a whip filled the cold, winter air around him and the sudden split of skin made him scream in pain. E...Endure...just......just endure....! He repeated in his head as he gritted his teeth. After three more lashes with the whip, he felt the cuffs holding him up release his wrists and he fell limply to the cold ground. "N...Ngh...."

"Damned freak...." He felt a boot hit his already bruised side, making him cough in pain and curl up slightly on the dirt covered ground. "You freaks are the reason the monsters are here! Useless, worthless monster born freaks!" A few more solid kicks later and he could hear the crowd slowly trickle away. He struggled to sit up, his chest burning with pain.

"Ngh......cracked ribs most likely..." He whispered. He slowly opened his eyes, ruby and sapphire eyes peering into the shadows of the night. He stood slowly, his bare feet barely registering the sting and cuts of rocks as he walked back to an old shack. "It'll take a bit to heal..." His stomach seemed to groan in pain, the tightening sensation of hunger not unfamiliar to him. He made his way to a small, dirty cot and curled up onto it, shivering slightly from the cold.

"You awake?" He glanced to see a young girl walk over to him, holding a thread bear green blanket. "You'll need it. You-"

"No Minnie. You....you're with child. You cannot give that to me." He coughed. 

"You-"

"Sweetie, the chance of this child even surviving is slim to none." She whispered, her voice sad and it made the young man's Soul clench painfully. 

"You're the youngest one here and you need it, especially after that lashing." He sighed and let her cover him up. He winced as the rough fabric seemed to catch in his injuries, making him grit his teeth and hiss in pain. "Sorry! Did I-"

"You didn't do anything....I'm alright...." He sighed, giving her a thankful look. She pat his sweat covered black locks, walking and heading back to a lower cot. He trembled and looked up to a large hole in the roof, the moon shining down gently on the run down shack. I'm not the child of monsters.... He thought and scowled slightly. He held his hand out, and red magic crackled gently in his palm. Well...not the monsters from the woods anyways...

He propped himself up carefully on his elbows, the old cot sagging slightly. "We need to escape...we need-" Something hard hit his head and he flinched, rubbing the spot on his forehead. His fingers came back stained red and he scowled.

"Fucking freak! It's your fault that we're in this shithole in the first place!"

"Evan, enough!" Minnie snapped from her cot. "We're all here because we were sold here!"

"Yeah well things we're a bit easier before he showed up!" A grizzled man peeked over from the bed above Minnie, his hair a shaggy, brown mess and one green eye glaring at the pale young man. "Now they lash out at us more and-"

"ENOUGH!" Minnie shouted, glaring at him with her furious blue eyes. "It doesn't matter if he has magic or not! He's still human, like us. He's still got a human Soul inside him." Evan tsked and retreated back to his bed. Minnie carefully adjusted herself and swiftly fell asleep, leaving the young man alone to his thoughts.

Human.....what does that even mean anymore? His red and blue gaze looked back up to the moon. I don't think anyone is human anymore... ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------- The snow crunched under his boots, his breath leaving cold puffs in the air. "Hmm mm mmm~...." He hummed to himself as the moon shone above. "What a lovely night out, hmm?" He turned to look over his shoulder and chuckled. "Aww, nothing to say?" He turned to the corpse behind him, the body leaving trails of blood through the snow. "I know, it's my looks, isn't it?" He chuckled darkly, his left eye glowing gently in the night. "Ah well, I wasn't expecting a 'live' audience anyways."

He kneeled down and tied a rope to the ankles of the corpse, humming as he swung it over a branch. "But you see, we have these rules for the Hunter's Forest." He let out a soft, almost insane chuckle as he pulled the corpse slowly up the branch. "Humans stay out and leave us alone...but if they come here, they're all fair game." He finished and tied the rope around the trunk, sighing as he wiped at his skull. "But humans don't get that. You guys all try to run and hide, or even fight back. Tsk, it's so stupid. As if you stand even a remote chance."

He slapped at the body, giving it a gentle tap with the flat side of his large bone axe. "Yup, most humans know full well to avoid this place. Luckily you didn't...otherwise I wouldn't be having this conversation with you." He pulled out a small bone knife and carved away at the carcass, taking a few things and putting them into a plastic bag.

He backed away slightly as shadows loomed in the darkness, hungry eyes glowing from the shadows of the trees. "Sadly, me and my brother have already eaten and well....gotta make sure our normal stock of meat is fed. So....bone appetite~!" He winked and turned his back as growls and roars filled the silence of the night, followed by the sounds of ripping and tearing. "Hmmm mmmm~..."

"B....Bro....ther...." The skeleton stopped and turned to see an even taller skeleton emerge from behind a tree. He was wearing a thin, two tailed black coat and glasses on his face. He had a tan turtle neck on under the coat, his pants long and hugging his legs. His jaws were impossibly large, the teeth long and sharp. He grunted and nodded at his slightly shorter brother, holding a sticky note pad out and a deep, red pen.

"Leaving notes again Paps?" He received a nod and he chuckled. "You do realize no human has ever made it to the village, right?" He received another nod and a soft grunt. "Yeah well that's just how it is. They trap us underground for over 100 years and expect us to be nice? Tsk, bunch of fucking stupid wishing." He growled and reached up, scratching at the gaping hole in his head. 

"Not that I can really remember much of when we got outta there, but-"

"Grrngh...." Papyrus grabbed his wrist and scowled at him, stopping him from scratching.

"Heh, sorry bro. Didn't mean to put you on edge." G shrugged and looked up at the moon. He reached down into the small plastic bag he had and handed two, large eyes, the blood dripping onto the snow. "Here ya go bro. Enjoy." He reached down and grabbed the liver and took a large bite, humming at the taste. "Mmm~....chewy."  It's quite bright tonight.....almost full. He smirked and licked his fangs playfully. I dunno why....but I got a real good feeling in my gut.....something's about ta change. ---------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------------

The young man passed out small, chipped cups of water to the other workers as candles lit the dark shack. "Thank you!" She gave him a bright smile through her dirt caked face, her long black hair put up in two pigtails.

"Heh, no problem Ellie." He smiled and took a sip of his small cup.

"Can you tell me the story again?" She asked, her green eyes curious.

"Heh, you wanna hear how the monsters ruined our world and brought freaks like him into this life?"

"Evan, shush!" Minnie scolded. "Go on ahead young man." He chuckled and looked into the empty cup, sighing softly.

"A long time ago, monsters and humans were at war." He began slowly, closing his eyes. "The humans won the war, and attempted to seal the monsters underground behind an impenetrable barrier. But humans were not as powerful with magic as monsters were. Monsters are made of magic....humans were not. In just 100 years, the barrier dissolved and monsters returned." He opened his eyes and looked outside at the night sky, the moon covered by clouds. "But humans had all but destroyed their world in other wars.....and food was as scarce here is as it was there. The monsters, having thrived off of the flesh and bone of humans that had fallen down into the underground when famine struck, were right at home."

"So...they did eat humans?"

"Yes, to survive." He sighed and ran a hand through messy black locks. "So they began to inhabit the woods surrounding the region. These woods are now called the Hunter's Woods....and any human that wanders within become the game of the monsters. As for the monsters.....they rarely venture outside their home, and a tense peace has reigned ever since."

"Those poor monsters...." Ellie whimpered and held her empty cup close. She winced and the young man gave her a soft look.

"Ellie, did you hurt yourself again?" Minnie asked.

"N-No! Nu-uh! I'm a tough girl!" She said, wincing again. The pale boy walked over and placed a gentle hand on her stomach, making her whimper. "I-It doesn't hurt, promise!"

"Ellie, you're ribs are bruised, if not broken." He sighed with a soft smile. "Stay still ok?" He carefully lifted her shirt and placed a cool, pale hand against the darkening bruise. She winced as his blue eye glowed gently and a soft, pale blue light formed from his hand. Slowly, the bruise began to fade and she gave off a big smile. "There....better?"

"U...uh-huh..." Her eyes were wide in amazement as he withdrew his hand, sagging a bit. Minnie walked over and caught the young man before he collapsed. "Is he ok?"

"Using his magic like that just wears him out Ellie." Minnie assured her with a smile. There was a loud banging at the shack door and all members inside froze. 

"Wh...who's-" The lock was undone and men came in, their uniformed clothes making everyone freeze. What was worse was their walk, stumbling to and fro and the stench of alcohol filled the small space. "Ellie, get under the cot."

"But-"

"NOW." Ellie nodded and hid as the men approached Minnie. Evan slipped out of the shack and she scowled. "Pigs....all of you. What do you want?"

"Lookit here~! Ish tha' preggers whore~!" The men cackled as the young man stood up slowly, moving closer to Minnie but she held a hand up at him. "Isn' tha' the boss's baby in yer fat ass?"

"Please sirs, leave. We have work in the fields tomorrow and-" One man grabbed her neck and she clawed at his tight grip.

"Minnie!" The young man reached out only for him to be pinned to the ground by one of the other men. "Get off of me, you damned bastards!!!!"

"Heh, ya know...fer a fucking monster's bastard ya sure do have a rather....pretty little face, mmm~?" His eyes widened and he struggled harder. "Mmm...you feel good wrigglin' too-" A shoe was thrown at the man's face and he scowled at Minnie. "Ya goddamned bitch!" He got off of the young man and he watched as she was thrown harshly to the ground.

"Minnie, no!" He tried to get up and help, raising his hands as red magic crackled around his palm. There was a sickening squelch of flesh being punctured, a loud scream, and something hitting him hard on the back of his head before he was forced into darkness.

[chrismotionless]

Official Graveyard Shift Lyrics

Rats Well Mrs. Pharmacist / I insist / fix me up with something quick I’ve been a bad little boy and I think i’m getting sick Sick to the bone / slave to the flesh Better put on my Sunday’s best       I’ve been bad little boy… little boy

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows Cause we just wanna dance under our pretty perfect halos

Everyone’s got a secret Whats yours? whats yours? Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it  

Oh Mrs. Pharmacist / if I resist / lock me up and bind my wrists You’ve been a bad little girl…. little girl.     Close your eyes and listen close I know just how much you love it If you speak you lose your turn So shut your mouth before I fuck it

Everyone’s got a secret Tell me all about yours

Love. Hate. Oh how we play the game Cold soul No sense of self control Love. Hate. Unsure to pass or play Cold soul / now  we’re out of control

Roses are red, and my heart is black We creep about the floor to indulge like Rats Enraptured, we walk to nurse our obsession Cause the roles that we play are paved with cruel intentions

Well  Mrs. Pharmacist… If you insist

I’ve got a dirty dirty dirty dirty dirty little secret And I’m not not not sure that I wanna keep it So we feed ourselves lies to submit to the shadows And I just wanna shake you by your little perfect fucking halo

Everyone’s got a secret Whats yours? whats yours? Don’t be shy, i’ll never repeat it.

Queen For Queen If you wanna soar with vultures, you’ll have to swallow bone The saint charade is over / plastic royalty exposed You wanna play the victim, to preach upon your throne                                   No semblance of virtue as your relevance erodes

We go queen for queen  and move just like this

When you fall down Will you back out As you crawl through life with no crown? Though you preach love, you package lies Just a pawn in a kings disguise

I never said I’m perfect, there’s a guilt behind these eyes So check me If it helps you fall asleep at night

Your skeletons are building / your closet’s getting tight Are you the prey or spider in the web of all your lies?

When you fall down Will you back out As you crawl through life with no crown? Though you preach love, you package lies Just a pawn in a kings disguise

Don’t stop breathing in the chemicals You don’t know humble… though you play the role Pockets of evergreen are your amphetamine Please stop feeding what you can’t control

YOU’LL FALL. You’ll bend, you’ll break, (you’ll) trip over your “fame” Be careful, or you’ll run your mouth off your face

Necessary Evil (Feat. Jonathan Davis) Strip off the weight of morality, and check it at the door I’ll show you the worst in me …what i’ve become   Blow out the candles I need not a wish For I am everything Now crawl to my boots and lick Kneel before me

Imma have my cake and fucking eat you too.

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to, die when I want to, die when I want to The monster you’ve made is wearing the crown I’ll be the king and you be clown I’ll take the blame (and) parade it around. You’ve made me the villain you can’t live without.

Reciting violence like poetry No you can’t sit with us Too fashionably plain   Now say my name Forget everything you think you knew of who I used to be I look much better as… as the enemy

Imma have my fucking cake and eat yours too.

I want you low I won’t let you die (I’ll) keep you alive Just to remind you of what you are not

It’s my party and i’ll die when I want to you wanna see me fail, but I won’t die for you.

Soft You’re mine motherfucker

Let me begin with envy’s a sin You’ll have to find new words to invent Cause I’ve heard your broken record, and i’m not impressed

I love when you talk, I just use it to drive me I won’t let your judgement define me I’m not broken, so don’t fix me I want you to hate me

Tell me what you’ve lost Hang me on your cross If you’re so wise, then why are you so Soft? Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?               I’m above living under your microscope

I’m insane, I’m “insane in the membrane” I wanna fuck your face with a switchblade I’m not broken, so don’t fix me I’ll leave you behind me

Internet killed the video star

Cry baby cry baby, did I just hear you whimper? Cry baby cry... Suck my middle fucking finger

Cry baby / Cry baby What have you done lately? Cry baby / Cry baby   What have you done?

Tell me what you’ve lost. Demonize my flaws Do they call you when dumb needs a mascot? Do you leave your “throne” as you cast your stones?               I’m above living under your microscope

You dilate / god of your existence Begging me to listen while you “pray” Swallow in vain / sliver spoon religion Closer from a distance

You’re mine motherfucker

Untouchable They try to bend / they try to break me by design But I am the nightmare that will haunt you in the light

If it’s war that you want… then I’m ready to play And the world’s gonna know my name

Through everywhere that I go Every failure I’ve owned Every crack in my bones I’m Untouchable Like a sleeping grenade Built to blow you away Pull the pin… I explode I’m Untouchable.

Born of the ground I dug myself out from the dirt With every scar I will avow to shake the earth

Unless it’s blood that you want.. then get the fuck out my way Cause the world’s gonna scream my name

I will never be silenced I will eclipse the pain

You can’t let it go       (It’s) the price that we pay But I own the grave from which I came You reap what you sow We don’t bleed the same   Cause I own the rights to my own fate And i’ll sleep a king on my deathbed

Through everywhere that I go Every failure i’ve owned Every crack in my bones I’m Untouchable Like a sleeping grenade Built to blow you away Pull the pin… I Explode I’m Untouchable.

Every mile from home Every failure I’ve owned Every crack in my bones I’m Untouchable Like a sleeping grenade Built to blow you away Pull the pin… I Explode I’m Untouchable.

Not My Type: Dead As Fuck 2 She’s got no soul / heart black as coal She’s from Hollywood Forever / dug her out of a hole And here we go again / spinnin me in her web She said “there’s just no rest for the queen of the dead”

Another trick to treat with candy apple dreams Gonna rot her teeth cause i’m so sweet One lick to rule them all They crumble as they crawl

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me She loves me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype   Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

She’s got a temper in stock / made of hemlock Uses absinthe as a lip gloss Death hawk / fresh New Rock’s                               She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk

She’ll use your corpse as a catwalk Plays truth or dare in the mirror Uses absinthe as a lip gloss Undead, but won’t shed a tear

She’s my graveyard baby She’s my……

She loves me cause I like to give head like a zombie (I) eat eat eat till her insides are on me She loves me cause I give head like a zombie (I) eat eat eat and nobody’s gonna stop me And in the glow of the pale moonlight She goes for a spin on my haunted hayride Tried out the living but I don’t believe the hype   Cause if she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

D- E - A - D   If she’s got a pulse, then she’s not my type.

The Ladder Tragedy / a poisonous lover You infiltrate to destroy Vanity / a cancer unforgiving A charlatan with poise  

Fool me once / enough is enough Was I more than a step on your way up? Hollowed out /  I’ve no semblance of love Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck.

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out. You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out There’s nothing left to repair

Ravenous / self righteous and lurid But how much more till you break? Scavenger / so fucking undeserving You slither in just to take what you can take

Counterfeit / I’m calling your bluff Was I more than just a step on your way up? Now you’ll burn and you’re flesh out of luck Now you’re just somebody that I used to fuck

Lest we learn / the tables turn / so i’m betting out / I’m betting out. You can be the prey in your masquerade, but i’m getting out / i’m getting out Against insight I fed your source of revenue But now, it means nothing to me to mean anything to you

Open grave /  I was too blind to see That “love”, spelled to you, is “F A M E”

You fuck your way up the ladder Going down on your way to the top Do your arms ever tire? Or do they heal while you climb with your mouth?  

Delete Everything Sever the yearning / you can keep the fucking ring Delete Everything You can keep the fucking ring

Nothing left to repair.

Voices Voices in my head again Trapped in a war inside my own skin They’re pulling me under.

I’ve swallowed myself but the fever remains I’m numb to the pleasure but still feel the pain       If I showed you my soul, would you cover your eyes? If I told you the truth, would you dare me to lie?  

I keep it all inside because I know that man is every thing but kind

Voices in my head again Beating me in a war I can't win   I can hear them now Trapped in a game inside my own skin And I don't know myself anymore They're pulling me under Voices

As I walk through this valley of shadows and death I curse not the “wicked”, I praise not the “blessed” If I told you the truth, you’d beg me to change If fear were a currency, you’d own the bank

I don’t want to live so calloused and frozen / ugly and hopeless I don’t want to live forever, I just want to live right now You can’t take me from me

I keep it all inside because I know that man is everything but kind

LOUD (Fuck It) You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know Turn it up turn it up now

Another day, a double shot of hate Drink it up like gasoline Underpaid, you graduate, to build somebody else’s dream

With a noose as a tie… do you fantasize of a much different life?   The fix for who they want you to be / directly streamed to your TV

And when they turn their backs on you…

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you You gotta stand up / You gotta commit Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

A broken home you’re trying to mend You’ve got one day left to pay the rent We’re not sure, but we believe in the lie… that it’ll all be fine, when we die

It’s so easy to grant the mirror power to control what you want to erase                       Don’t become another victim / “Put a smile on that face”

You gotta be loud / You gotta be rude / so the world can hear you You gotta be crass / You gotta be cold / it’s everything we know Turn it up turn it up now Loud / Rude / When nobody hears you You gotta stand up / You gotta commit Say “Fuck It”, make the best of it

The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure So they fuel your pain with fear and shame and then hand you a brochure The money’s in the treatment, baby, not in the cure So they build you up to watch you fall and then beg for an encore

What are you waiting for?

570 Burn it down / brick by brick / Made in 2006 Lost and found / losing grip /  I needed this Question me not, for I gave up everything Forget me not, cause I’ve not forgotten what this means

Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one theme left No sign of stopping till my veins rust Strip me down, tear me apart, you’ll find one thing left I fucking know where I came from

..And nothing can replace those lessons learned as I stood with my brothers on the side of the road No longer haunted by the skeletons No longer haunted by the past

For so long, it’s all i’ve known I’m crossing over the undertow For so long, no one was listening Determined to make their deaf ears ring

Miles repeat / my worst enemy... is me. But then four soon became six… to shatter the canvas Handed nothing / loss pulling the strings Outlived the dead trends / united by distance

I’ve been to hell and back, with no promise of return So I made friends with fire, to keep from getting burned No money, no sleep. dedication 10 years on the road this is sacred And when i’m facing a wall, I do not quit ...Cause if you mean it, you will make it.

Pulled apart in a world so demanding I’m still here, still standing I’ve sweat blood from Stockholm to Scranton Still here, still standing.

You can always rinse the surface, but the stain will remain

For so long, it’s all i’ve known I’m crossing over the undertow For so long no one was listening I did my time 

You live / you learn / you defy the terms, but this house will be my home Beguiled / betrayed / it’s the price we pay, as trust will be our tomb

If you mean it, you'll make it.

Hourglass I’ve watched the whole world drowning in chemicals Dissociative / but it takes it’s toll Can I surpass time, or would I start to rust? Depreciating / collecting dust

And I fear myself as I fall away   In a cold deluded sense of fate When the nightmares come, and the doubt sets in Will the fever break, or will I burn from within?  

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I more than the pen that wrote the past? Or am I just the sand enslaved by the Hourglass?

Will I live again, or will I fade to black?     Dehumanizing / when the heart attacks       Will I expire before my dreams unfold? But if the futures so bright, the path should glow

As the walls melt and the light fades I’m letting quicksand take me

If you look beyond the blindfold You’ll find the hole in my soul One fear, one mind, no hope, no time If you look beyond the blindfold You’ll find the hole in my soul

I’m on the edge of my seat Holding out for a sign Trying to rewrite the storyline

It’s too late to feel, I’ve lost my breath With the hands of time around my neck Am I more than the pen that wrote the past Or am I just the sand encased in the Hourglass?

Fear is not my fate

Eternally Yours Blow the bridge to the past / wipe the fingerprints Melt your heart encased in wax / steal it with a kiss Our fate engraved / scar enslaved / as we mutually destruct Repose, my love, i’ve sinned enough for the both of us

In the name of love….. I’m ready to bury all of my bones I’m ready to lie but say I won’t So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces To rot in this garden made of stones Eternally yours

I feed like you taught me and selflessly swallow We coalesce in darkness, so selfishly hollow Examine the wreckage / writhing in tempo Invisible anguish casting a shadow  

and in the name of love…

I’m ready to bury all of my bones I’m ready to lie but say I won’t So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces To rot in this garden made of stones Eternally yours

As we rest in pieces, though I know not your name I would suffer forever to absolve all your pain

And in the name of love

I’m ready to bury all of my bones I’m ready to lie but say I won’t So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces To rot in this garden made of stones Eternally yours

I’m ready to bleed to make amends And sleep in this dirt we call our bed So tell me your secrets / and join me in pieces To fall and rewrite the bitter end Eternally yours

I’m more than willing to rot in hell with you.

[thegnasticious]

Skeleton Shift

Some people in life love their jobs. Some people loathe them. Some people are born to do certain jobs sometimes well, other’s not so much so. It’s a fine line in labor of what you can and can’t do, what you can and can’t mentally handle and so forth. Few jobs in my life I loved as much as what I would call the ‘Skeleton Shift’. 

It all started working a dead-end job at a local restaurant. I got the position from my Uncle, he believed I’d be perfect for it. My first shift was cleaning the urinal and toilets. Then I had to broom up some broken glass from an accident in the bar area outside the restroom, I cut myself in the process. I tried to cover it up but I was bleeding through the rag I balled up. I hid the rag in the kitchen, they then had me move some oversized tray, I’m talking huge, like two of me sized without a cart or nothing. The cut was really festering as I neared the table and I lost my balance. Some 50$ or so of food went tumbling to the floor. 

This being my third or so job that year, it was another horrible mess up. The manager saw the mess I had made and because of how long everything took me, they said they wouldn’t want me coming back there again. 

Late the next night I stayed up looking for opportunities in the local area. The prospers were horrible unless I wanted to try to own a car dealership or work up at the local Wendy’s. It felt like being in a black hole. What about museum jobs, Libraries, old buildings etc.? The only things I could find were devoid of any historical pertinence and most likely LLC. That was until about the 13th page of internet results. I found a weird locally brewn and hosted site offering positions at a local graveyard called TInley Grounds. The main posting on the page read:

Now Hiring! Late-Night Graveyard Guard

Minimal experience required, people skills preferred, hours from midnight until 7 a.m., pay can be discussed as while as specific responsibilities in interview

Contact Bob Neyer at 17089723633

I called early the next day. It wrung a few times then went out quicker then most calls. An automated text came back, “Sorry! Bob is not here right now. If you are calling about an interview please hold on the line”.

I held on, then heard something I could only describe as a either a 90′s dial up tone or a horribly recorded river feeding through a broken mixer. A sharp ring seemed to pick up in my ears, I had to hold the phone away for a few seconds,

“Hello?”, A voice sounded, I picked the phone back up.

“This is Bob”, It said. 

“Did you call for an interview?”, he continued. 

“Yes, my name is Graham. That’s all I like to go by if it’s alright”, I said.

“Ok Graham, to start the interview I have a few questions, some obscure some not I would like you to answer honestly and to the best of you ability”, Bob said.

“Alright”, I said. 

“Do you have a fear of unexpected door knocks?”, Bob asked.

“It depends on if I know who’s knocking”, I said.

“Do you take late night calls from strangers?”, Bob asked.

“It depends on who’s calling”, I responded.

“Do you have experience managing a team of 5 or more people without the help of a lead and/or leader”, Bob asked.

“Yes”, I responded. 

“If I came to you right now and told you that this would be the last job you’d have to work in your life, would you be afraid or accepting of me?”

“It depends on who you are”, I said. 

“Alright, 4 down 3 to go. Most people never make it this far. I will say if you were wrong this phone call would of ended much more sooner. Do you have a fear of strangers?”

“Yes”, I said.

“Would you help a hitchhiker off the road late at night, middle of nowhere?”

“No”, I said.

“The last question, do you have experience with firearms?”

“Yes”, I said. 

A brief pause happened and another noise sounded, this time more piercing then the last. 

Another voice chimed in this one was robotic and feminine unlike Bob’s deep and strangely familiar voice. 

“Your results are in, we will contact you shortly about the position! Goodbye!”, it said, then cut the call. 

The next day I didn’t tell a soul about the odd interview I had. Some little voice in the back of my head told me if I really wanted the position to keep it to myself and that call would finally come. Being silent about it was a part of the test. Living alone and single, it wouldn't be much of a test at all. I was perfect for the position, but not having set foot on the grounds yet, I found myself intimidated. I did some research on the place and found it was considered ‘the most haunted cemetery in America��� with reports of spooks and spectors, as well as murders & suicides dating back to the 1800′s. People believed the area to be cursed by Native Americans forming a portal still active in modern times. Commonly associated with inducing feeling of out-of-time proportions the place was believed to be a river of energy of sorts, flowing time either slower or faster with it’s energy. From the rumors I read, this was believed to cause ‘fake’ ghosts as well as ‘real’ ones in the area. 

Two days later, a strange call came to my phone. 

I answered and that weird tone sounded, followed by the Woman’s voice,

“Your results are in! You are a perfect match for our position! The pay rate is 10.75$ You will need uniform which we will supply to you via shipping in the next week. We do not openly insist on the experience of firearms and we supply a local radio/phone as well as Billy club for emergencies. We are happy to have you here, at Tinley Grounds. Your first shift is scheduled for next Monday at Zero hour and/or Midnight til 7 A.M”, it said.

The next week seemed to go by in slow motion. I couldn’t describe it but with anything I did it seemed the clocks were constantly working against me. I checked the sky to see if the clouds moved the same. It was like an endless day. Finally the uniform showed, A Dark Navy Blue get-up embroidered “Tinley Grounds Night Guard”, in Gold stitching. The uniform lacked conventional tags or identifiers of size, I also didn’t even send my size, but it fit perfectly. Something about it, the opportunity, the uniform, the call, felt homebrewn but I couldn’t put my finger on it. Not until the first couple of shifts I worked. 

The first week I took it was to be a sort of test. When I showed up to the Ground’s little guard hut, I was scheduled every day as per a little piece of paper stamped to a bulletin board. I took it that there was no other guard on duty. 

I found most nights, I didn’t want to leave the hut. It was frigid cold outside this time of year, being January and short of a shotgun blast level noise, I wasn’t gonna check on something I didn’t have to. 

It was on the 3rd night, that a strange knocking started at the hut’s door. Faint at first, I attempted to ignore it. With each attempt the knocks grew louder and louder constantly fixing my attention back to the door. By my faith and family, I refused to believe in ghosts up until that moment, when I finally opened the door. 

Outside was what looked to be a little girl. She smelled sweet of lilacs and dirt seemed to be scattered about as if she had been playing in the mud. This dirt was falling off her as she looked at me, almost generating from a nervousness she more had of me than I had of her.

“Little girl, what are you doing in a cemetery this late at night? Haven’t you a Mother or some sort of caretaker?”, I asked.

She just stared at me, two little blue pearls gazing. As we met eyes she vanished into thin air. All that remained was the strange soot she left at the door. 

I for some reason did not feel afraid of her. The next day a call came through saying my pay would be raised up 30 cents with little to no explanation of why. 

I returned to the cemetery that night with a new found curiosity of who that girl might of been. Most of the 16 gravestones left had no mention of someone aged like her, could she of been one of the graves that had been vandalized? 

I thought deeply about it the next night. Those familiar knocks sounded right around 3:00 a.m. I opened the door and this time she was crying. The mud smeared around her eyes and she would not even look at me, she reached out her hand, and held mine. Her hand was very cold, she smelled sweet like candy, but followed with a strange rotten bitterness. She led me to the back of the cemetery towards a gathering of trees, at one point she began to speak, light emulating from her eyes and mouth with each syllable. Her eyes and mouth, etc. seemed to have vanished forming a mass of flesh more or less. The mass shot lights in all directions and began sucking everything around it in. I clung to a tree branch, but the well of gravity broke the branch and sucked me into it’s endless darkness. 

A loud knock sounded and I awoke in the guard hut. Apparently I had dozed off, I checked to see what the knock was and nothing was there. I decided to walk back to that spot the little girl had shown me to see if anything was there. To my surprise there was six new plots, unmarked. 

The rest of the night proceeded as usual. Something told me again not to call about those plots, but it didn’t ask me in words or out right. Any time I thought about the sorts of things it didn’t seem to want me to, it would turn my stomach like a metal handle. This thing first started stalking me when my Mother and Father passed in a car crash years ago. I never told many people but I felt they were killed by this phantom, there was no other car found or sighted around their completely totaled, bashed up car. It used to bother me when they’d leave me alone because I felt like they were feeding me to it, intentionally, but I tried to think they didn't mean to when he would finally show up. The night of their crash was one of the few times this spirit was nice to me.

From then on it became my sort of caretaker. I would get unmarked envelopes of money, presents at my doorstep, it was always there for me. I never thought that some day I might meet the thing or that it would go to such an extent to meet me. A dark hooded figure startled me shortly before the sun was to rise. It seemed to glide about as if carried by a cold, early morning wind. The darkness of his cloak entwined with the dark of the sky and fought the morning rays. It’s presence seemed to be the time fluctuation itself, a true darkness. The hut felt warm around me as I gazed, a light grey smoke seemed to teem from where the body would be, it floated to the graves and a body amassed within the hood. Something about the thing felt oddly familiar, like Bob’s voice. A strange familiarity more or less not a relative kind. I knew not to approach it and I watched it in silence. From the 6th grave it lifted a mass of dirt as if it was nothing, a light shone from the grave. The hooded figure held out long muscular arms, charging the light below, then vanished into the air. 

Shocked from the spectacle I just saw, I didn’t know if I should leave the hut or not. I waited for the sun to begin to rise a little, then approached the grave. 

I looked down into the dirt square to see the casket completely open. Inside was a fairly beautiful young woman looking as if she had never died. I leaned into the grave to check her pulse, she seemed to be breathing. As I reached out her eyes opened and she lunged out and grabbed me. Then she kissed me and exclaimed “Johnny I knew you’d come back for me, oh but I’m late, oh so late for Biology”, A set of books appeared in her hands and all of the dirt on her clothes lifted. She floated out of the casket weightless and flew into the morning sky. 

I stood there baffled at the open grave and figured, I probably shouldn't tell anyone about what I had experienced. 

Weirder yet was the day at Bremen High. Most of the discrepancy began with an estranged ‘transfer’ student, fairly undocumented, insisting a certain occupied locker was actually hers, this somehow led to a fistfight between two girls. The first punch being thrown by the ‘transfer’ student led to a school level dispute when the student mysteriously disappeared before an investigation could commence.

When I returned the next night, I found her back in the casket now sleeping. I closed the lid and as I did a cold hand grabbed my shoulder. I turned to see the Hooded man, he lifted his hood to unveil a very human appearance. I couldn’t place who he was but he was a perfect sort of distant familiar.

“I’m Bob”, he said in a voice I recognized as the one I had heard in my head quite frequently and on the phone.

“I am the true caretaker of this cemetery, most of your job is a front, besides this part”, he said pointing a bony skeleton arm to the Woman in the grave.

“You are to close her casket nightly, every shift, covering the casket in sleep, the three children buried beside only awake in the December and every so often to play, I’ll handle that, the other grave is an old Man he need not be disturbed and the last is a real bastard. I tried to warn you about him but I suspect he got to you already, that night you fell asleep on the job. No worries, you’re still here now so he couldn’t of taken you that far. But next time, there is a gun hidden beneath the cabin desk in a corner, if you want to make sure there’s not a next time, catch Old Skinny before he catches you and shoot that fucker in the head, that’s the only way he’ll go down, just the way he was hit by the mob some 40 or so years ago”, he paused, looked down in the grave and blew a cold mist about, “I couldn’t forgive myself if anything else bad happened to her, for your silence and efforts I’ll raise your pay incrementally”.

“Oh and you might need this”, he concluded, handing me a golden shovel. Then disappeared. 

I recovered her grave with loose soil and the knocks subsided that night. Apparently she was the little girl as well. I don’t know if age or time for that matter makes sense to the dead. Early that morning, Bob appeared lifting the soil again, so she could again attempt to return to Bremen High.

Coincidentally the locker she had been haunting was vacated and she found it empty like she had seen it some 50 or so years ago. She followed her old class schedule and no one seemed to notice the peculiar new girl. At the time she passed she was aged about a Junior, so no one could tell that she was nearly 50 years older. She learned of the stars as they never were before and learned of new things she never thought possible. The tastes and smells of modern life was intoxicating to her. So much so she was not just a ghost of Bremen High but almost a living person. All until the bell rings and no one remembers the strange girl who one day sat in on their class for no reason. 

Some people tried to make friends with her, whilst other’s quickly forgot. All inevitably forgot with passage of time, as her whole existence was nothing more than a constant vanishing act. It was sad to think that for her, this was eternity. At least they gave her a locker

The spooks and scares of Tinley kept the job alive for me for years. Nothing ever quite happened like the first time I met her. Bob stopped showing as he always does and even at a certain point the once seemingly infinite grounds of Tinley, began to again feel finite once again

[the-plxce-to-be-archived-blog]

Jaymes Young Feel Something Sentence Starters under the cut

Tied Down

“These days the lovers trade their places, dancing all around each other’s chairs.”

“I can see the numbness on their faces.”

“Jealousy fills up their hearts in pairs.”

“So please, could I be selfish with your body? ‘Cause I don’t think I could share you with nobody.”

“Oh, when I have you I’m gonna brand you with my lips and all of the world will know that you’re mine now.”

“My love has the power to keep you tied down.”

“Late at night, you’ll hear the screaming echo, but we all pretend we never heard the cries in the daytime.”

“Don’t you worry, my touch won’t leave you hollow.”

“I’m never gonna let you change your mind.”

“Don’t be afraid to leave your mark.”

“Give me the scars to remind me just how good you are.”

“If your faith turns into doubt, pull me closer. I know that it’s enough to keep you tied down.”

Stoned On You

“We’re making this part of us together.”

“You’re taking my mind off of the pressure.”

“I’m gone with the wind, high like a feather.”

“Your love is like codeine.”

“I get stoned on you.”

“Nothing else burns like you.”

“There’s something about the way you shiver, even in the morning.”

“I’ll take a bullet for you right now just to keep you in my lungs.”

“My fingertips on your lips. Racing hands down your hips.”

Don’t You Know

“I’ve been walking in the moonlight looking for you. I got nobody but my shadow to get me through so put your lips on my scars and teach me to love, give my slow heart the rhythm of a blood drum.”

“I don’t want you to go, I need more of you in my life. Nobody should be alone, please let me take you home tonight.”

“Don’t you know I want you so bad and every night I call for you?”

“I’ll do anything to touch you.”

“Don’t you know that I’m going mad and in the moment I would fall for you?”

“I’ll do anything to love you.”

“Take a look at these mountains I’m moving for you.”

“I’m gonna light the dynamite, I’m gonna break through.”

“I know all the ways to appreciate your design.”

“I’m a damn good lover, shivers up your spine.”

“I don’t want you to go.”

“Nobody should be alone.”

“Please, let me take you home tonight.”

“Every night I call for you.”

“I’m going mad.”

“Don’t make me beg you, please.”

“I know you were meant for me.”

Stone

“Your father/mother came and went like the ocean’s tide, and the day he/she left, he/she never said goodbye.”

“Your mother/father started drinking like the whole world died.”

“You’ve been waiting for a miracle all your life.”

“If the fires don’t burn it down, the rains will wash it away.”

“If you’re looking for solid ground, a stone will never break.”

“Give me all your pain, and love will set you free.”

“Give me all your shame, put all your weight on me and I’ll be the stone that you need me to be.”

“You spend your nights looking at the stars, thinking your life would be better on mars.”

“Checking your pulse just to feel it beat, looking for a stone to keep the peace.”

“Put all your weight on me and I’ll be the stone that you need me to be.”

“A stone will never break.”

“I’ll be the stone that you need me to be.”

Sugar Burn

“You call me out of my slumber like a ghost laying down in my bed.”

“Fill my room with lightning and thunder, make your veins run hard on my chest.”

“In the morning when the sun hits my eyes, the memories of you will disappear into the night.”

“When you rolled, your heart is hardly beating.”

“It’s hard to know when you’re young.”

“I’ll never forget loving you sweetly.”

“Your sugar still burns on my tongue.”

“Your love still hurts.”

“I tried so hard to escape you, but I found out there’s nowhere to run.”

“It’s too easy to love and to hate you.”

“My healing has only begun.”

“Every night, you trick me into your arms, but you never stay when I awake.”

“Every time I feel your thoughts alone, it’s such a shame you were gone so long.”

Feel Something

“I don’t care if it hurts.”

“I’ll pay my weight in blood to feel my nerves wake up.”

“Love me now or let me go.”

“Let me feel these highs and lows before the doors to my heart close.”

“Touch me, someone. I’m too young to feel so numb.”

“You could be the one to make me feel something.”

“Show me that you’re human.”

“Make me feel something.”

“I never thought I’d miss the bittersweet.”

“I gave those years away and lost my sense of taste.”

“All of your loves eventually fade and leave you alone in the bed you made.”

“All of the colors that bleed to gray leave nothing.”

“I’m too young to feel so numb...”

“So give me just enough to make me feel something.”

“If you’re gonna stay, then stay.”

“If you’re gonna go, make sure that you hurt me just enough to make me feel something.”

Black Magic

“I let you in my brain.”

“I used to doubt, now I believe.”

“I let you ease my pain.”

“Using your black magic on me.”

“I don’t know how you do what you do.”

“You do it so good to me.”

“My favorite pill when I’m getting so blue.”

“Your taste is all I need.”

“Baby, you’re my cocaine, I can’t stop sniffing.”

“You move so good.”

“The moment I get you in my veins, I’m taking over the world.”

“You make it so damn good to be bad.”

“You’re the best I ever had.”

“You’re cold-blooded and I love it, yeah.”

“Baby, you’re my ocean. I can’t stop swimming.”

“The salt of your waves, and I can’t stop sipping.”

“The moment I get you all alone...”

“When I was young, my father/mother warned me about boys/girls like you.”

“When my heart is numb and I’m feeling lonely, I let you through.”

“You fixed my blues up.”

We Won’t

“Don’t go to war for me.”

“I’m not the one that you want me to be.”

“Don’t call me up at two AM tonight.”

“It feels so damn good, and I wish you would...”

“Are we just gonna stay like this forever? Floating?”

“I’m serious. My heart is furious.”

“I’m so confused when we’re together.”

“Feels like I’m choking these emotions.”

“I know I’m gonna let you down...”

“I know I’m gonna let you down, so don’t hold your breath now.”

“Bittersweet in your mouth.”

“Can you stomach the doubt?”

“I wish I could say what I’m feeling.”

“I’m scared to let these words out.”

“Don’t cry no more for me.”

“Don’t waste your time convincing me that maybe someday we’ll get it right.”

“We never could. I wish that we would.”

“We never could; I wish we would, but we won’t, so just don’t.”

“We won’t, so just don’t.”

“I can’t trust you.”

“I can’t trust you, baby, cause I don’t want to.”

“This isn’t fun anymore.”

“Never hurt like this before.”

“Broken dishes on the floor...”

“Hearts exploding.”

“Tell me why I’m still holding onto the love that we’ve been breaking?”

“Damn, I thought we’d make it.”

“No other way to say it.”

“Don’t.”

“We burn faster than a cigarette in my mouth.”

“I know it hurts, but baby, we can’t stop now.”

“We can’t stop now.”

Naked

“You’re the only one who knows my demons.”

“Only your eyes have seen my skeletons.”

“Wearing all my scars for you to feel now.”

“Smoothing them over with your loving hands.”

“There are no secrets that I keep from you.”

“There are no lies upon my tongue.”

“For you, I am naked. There’s nothing to hide inside the dark.”

“My ego is wasted, as I let you open up my heart.”

“Now’s the only time to let my dark side show.”

“You understand that I’m only flesh and bones.”

“You help me forget the shape like my favorite chemicals, straight through my body and let you see my soul.”

“I forget my pride, don’t care about my place when we’re alone.”

“Oh, conscience, this time don’t get in my way.”

“There’s nothing to hide inside the dark.”

“Open up my heart.”

Two People

“I never want to be second best.”

“If there’s more to your story, then maybe I don’t want to know the rest.”

“Just keep me in the dark.”

“Let’s see how long I can hold my breath before I turn blue.”

“How am I supposed to touch you?”

“How am I supposed to touch you when somebody touching you is playing in my head.”

“I don’t ever want to think again if it feels like this.”

“Could you love two people at the same time?”

“Could you live with yourself telling two lies?”

“Out of my sight, out of my mind.”

“I don’t wanna know about it this time.”

“I gotta be the only one.”

“You put God in a choke-hold.”

“baby, when you think you’re having fun...”

“It’s not so easy taking back those things you done.”

“Somebody touching you is playing in my head...”

“Too many lovers in this world.”

“You’re gonna lose both.”

“Too many boys and girls.”

“You know you’re gonna lose both.”

I’ll Be Good

“I thought I saw the devil this morning.”

“Looking in the mirror, drop of rum on my tongue.”

“With the warning to help me see myself clearer.”

“I never meant to start a fire.”

“I never meant to make you bleed.”

“I’ll be a better man/woman/person today.”

“I’ll be good, I’ll be good.”

“I’ll love the world like I should.”

“Yeah, I’ll be good.”

“I’ll be good for all of the times that I never could.”

“My past has tasted bitter for years now.”

“I wield an iron fist, grace is just weakness or so I’ve been told.”

“I’ve been cold, I’ve been merciless.”

“The blood on my hands scares me to death.”

“Maybe I’m waking up today.”

“For all of the light that I shut out, for all of the innocent things that I’ve doubt.”

“For all the bruises I’ve caused, and the tears. For all of the things that I’ve done all these years...”

“For all of the sparks that I’ve stomped out.”

“For all of the perfect things that I doubt.”

“For all the times I never could...”

Infinity

“Baby, this love, I’ll never let it die.”

“Can’t be touched by no one. I’d like to see him/her try.”

“I’d like to see him/her try.”

“I’m a mad man/woman for your touch.”

“Boy/Girl, I’ve lost control.”

“I’m gonna make this last forever.”

“Don’t tell me it’s impossible.”

“I love you for infinity.”

“Oh darling, my soul. You know it aches for yours.”

“You’ve been filling this hole since you were born.”

“You’re the reason I believe in fate.”

“You’re my paradise.”

“I’ll do anything to be your love, or be your sacrifice.”

“Meet me at the bottom of the ocean where the time is frozen.”

“Love isn’t random, we are chosen.”

“We could wear the same crown.”

“Keep slowing your heart down.”

“We are the gods now.”