#jaship mention

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{dearest, you look a lamb to the slaughter.}

(is that -) heart’s breath stutters - (good?) he tilts his head up, exposing his neck, fingerprint halo. he sounds so wanting, so needy for his approval. soul records it to memory.

{yes, butterfly.} he couldn’t kill his smile if he tried. on a whim, he pulls heart in, casually brushing his neck as if he doesn’t relish heart stiffening, caught in its snare, helpless to stop him. {of course it is.}

what else could we be? this is our proper place, and dearest, you take it so well- he tells heart, after giving him the room to breathe.

{you were meant for this.}

you were meant to be mine.

- he doesn’t say.

just another heresy, the idea that he can own. somehow, he thinks it’s a shame- not only does heart’s neck bruise so easy, his lips are soft on his, his limbs entangle so sweet with soul. heart’s like a contagion. he always has been, that’s what he is, what the Emotion is. when he’s like this, though, soul can make allowances. loves to make allowances for heart, even. as long as he continues to whine like something under the knife.

[tallyhoot]

ppl are so mean when they make heart reject mind and whatnot,,, like bro would not laugh at mind. Yes he would definitely be a huge cunt but he wouldn’t laugh,,, :-(((

[lemonxlimee]

Chonny Jash got me thinking about system relationships. They don't even have to be romantic, but they're so intimate and personal. And what else are you going to do but be intimate, if all you can do is spend time with them? You are part of them and they are part of you. You could exist without the other but what would you do if you had to? You wouldn't be the same. They wouldn't be the same without you. You spend all day every day together, you have so much time to grow close, even if you hate each other initially.

This gets especially fun if one of them is more cold-hearted (i.e. Mind) and the other more emotional (i.e. Heart). Gradually prying them open until they have no choice but to like you, until you have no choice but to like them. Until you both are so connected in each other that you couldn't stand each other. Until they know your deepest secrets. But you can trust that they'll never tell anyone. They'll never tell anyone but themselves, because they trust you, and you trust them, and you couldn't do without them.

Your relationship being so complicated that it can't be described with just one word. Romantic. Platonic. Kismetic. Familial. Parasitic. It's much deeper than that — too deep to put into words. It's more than that. It's you. You're theirs. And they're yours. Yours. Theirs. You are each other's. Each other's. And there's no other way to describe it, is there? It's too complicated — too deep to describe. You are each other's, and nobody else's.

Or maybe I'm just sentimental and gay. Who knows.

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gripping drywall thinking about putting my characters in the most saccharine scenario just to highlight how horrible they are.

atlas and eurydice in a coffee shop.... eurydice brushing the hair out of his face, focusing on the line where he would crack his skull open. ordering for him and towing him around like he's the one who keeps him in the basement. leaning over the table and whispering things to him. eventually he takes his hair in his hand and starts tipping his coffee into his mouth. atlas would choke on it. that's the point. eurydice kisses him when he's still trying to drink the coffee and then stops touching him completely from where he had some sort of touch on him the entire time. atlas chases the touch and actually whines, pleading for him to just hold his hand. eurydice would laugh. they would be freaks.

that being said I'm not actually always opposed to conflict free fluff I am just opposed to the characters having their claws filed down for it. you can stick them in a coffee shop au it should just still feel like you sat the two worst most insane people on earth in a starbucks

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i speedran this cause i’m so fucking cool /silly

creature au solar eclipse for yaoi day

[felix-lupin]

i opened the form, saw you reblogged it, looked in the tags, saw there was no polytrident, opened the google sheets, searched for chonny's charming chaos compendium, saw your username, and went of course. so yeah

but yeah well of course I had to submit them <2 I would be completely remiss not to /silly

[tallyhoot]

Oughh they love each other in such a violent and disgusting [good] way

[terrencetheshark13]

@twig-gy

“these characters should be mentally healthy before they get together 😌” ummm no I actually think we should smash their mental illnesses together like clumps of play-doh and see what colors it makes

[lemonxlimee]

osc hms crossships GO /not forced

leafy x heart obviously

Hmmm

I feel like fanny would like mind (<- is fanny, is mind)

If we're talking Full Ships... like romance...... Soul would go with a lot of characters imo but I especially think he would enjoy spending time with Baseball. Just cause of the similarities in my opinion. If we ignore ii2 15 of course

Solar Eclipse and Fanhole have The similarities ever. So of course the reasonable bridge between them would be shipping Soul and Marker together. That would make a 6 person polycule

[twig-gy]

copying from this post since it’s unwieldy and i need to speak my truth, again:

also also soul really wants to do homoerotic surgery on someone and mind really wants someone to do homoerotic surgery to him. understand this. in a perfect world soul has his hands in mind’s ribcage and mind is awake, prying his eye open to watch soul’s faint smile. (soul’s smile means a lot to him, when it’s not breaking his face in two, when it’s not painful to watch, when it’s not clear soul is wrecked or about to hurt someone in a nonhomoerotic way in the next .2 seconds or talking about his god. when it’s not all of that it’s a nice - rare - sight.) triple also soul is so mad he didn’t get to install mind’s eye. so mad. mind just did that? on his own? without hitting him up? SO mad. he’s never going to say it because thatd be weird and the already stated but. he is silently seething over the fact mind removed his hands and eye (note: not at the same time) and installed them (note: also not at the same time) completely on his own. i imagine right after the eye thing soul wiped up the smeared blood with his fingers. and he was very normal about having mind’s blood on his fingers, /willingly given/. very normal i tell you. Very Normal.

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correct

they were in love here <- two characters currently beating each other up

[lemonxlimee]

all of my solar eclipse posts were buried beneath a) my incomprehensible aus b) mindsoul

You know what. That's fine with me because mindsoul is As important

[twig-gy]

‘why are you digging?’ i don’t think you understand the mechanics of digging, actually. scrabbling for purchase against the dirt. cause it’s this or open air. i need to hold onto something.

i didn’t understand what it was like, when i saw you sway. you needed… something. you refused the wall, you refused to scrabble [like an animal]. you walked and held your head up high and if you ever stumbled only allowed yourself an extra second with your face against the [dirty] floor to recover.

anyway, that’s then. now i couldn’t watch if i tried, though i’m sure it’d be something new. you don’t dig but you let yourself lean against the wall, cause it’s not like there’s room for pretenses. you save your energy, trying to recoup someone (something? someone? some- fuck it, it doesn’t matter, right, right? ri) that cannot be. i, or maybe the proper term is he? no, i - am gone, except for this, this moment, this lapse, break in foundation, mistake in pattern, offcolor. explaining the unexplainable, or maybe it’s just not explainable in my words, or maybe the explanation is beyond all words. you know, i sit in my room (i’ve finally chased him off. i want him back, even though it’s been seconds or minutes or - time is beyond us all, you know? i want him back, something in me aches for him, and it isn’t something, it is everything except for the one fault left which says these things, which locks the door even if soul, all i could ever want, all i have ever wanted, everything and everything and - except for you. except for you. you could never be him. and i detest that and yet sometimes i am able to appreciate what you are. sometimes, sometimes, it’s all about sometimes, now). i sit in my room, and i wish i could see, so i could see what my hands look like against your throat, the purple - sharp, dangerous, though i’ve learned more ways to hurt (make anew, this is not hurting, this is not hurting you fool, Fool, this is making anew, this is supposed to be and always has been, this is holy, This Is -) than when i used them - nails, mine. mine? is my body mine still? no, because of the bruises on my neck and the lipstick on my cheek? no. no, because it was never mine.

language spotty and meandering and twisting, you know the center it careens towards right? i can’t find myself putting them in lines, the sentences, the words, ‘identity’, cause i know none of my words could matter so much as my actions, so much as the dirt under my nails, digging, digging my grave cause i know this is my grave. you think i don’t know? do you? (who are you. tell me. what do you think i am.) (i could never have so much presumption as to name myself. i don’t know, I DON’T KNOW ANYMORE, TELL ME! I NEED TO BE TOLD! and i have been told and i’m sure he’s right, just except for how i’m oh-so-sure he’s wrong and i need to run into your room and lock the door.) regardless. i know. regardless of whether it’s right or not i know. i don’t know what scares me more, the lapse, the fault, or everything surrounding it. this is right, except for how wrong it is, how wrong it is to indulge in something other than Him. i was always meant to be hollow. i can’t believe i tried to fill myself with an identity i am not beholden to.

soul pushes me down, smooths over my cheek with his thumb, smearing the already-smeared lipstick. i’ve learned to breathe in the water. sometimes i can think past it, even if for just a moment, and think about his smile. i know he’s smiling down at me, as he whispers sweet nothings my ears can’t comprehend. i wonder what his smile looks like, far more than i wonder about you actually admitting your feelings, stilling against the floor.

he’s right and everything else is wrong. fallacy.

you know i love him, right? you know he loves me? you say he’s breaking me. (sometimes i think you’re right, but-) he is not. he is arranging me how i always should’ve been. and you think- you think that this is all for Whole, and of course it leads back to Him, but did you know i love him, and he loves me? he’s never kissed you the way he does me, cradled your head, smiled against you. you’ve never felt soul allowing himself to be happy. you’ve never felt him properly.

if only you believed. i want you. i just want this more. but i’m sure, if you believed, you would love him just as much as i do. this is supposed to be shared. never me without you. never soul without you.

i’m so tired. i wish you were here. i would lean against you as i digged our grave, interlock our dirt-covered fingers. it would be nice. it is nice, with soul, it’s just - not the same. okay? okay? are you going to come back? anything besides Whole was always a pretense. just get out of that bathtub. cleanliness was always another pretense. and i know you’ll hate that, but you won’t have to hate it for long, and i’ll be there digging our grave with you, dearest. okay? come back?

(maybe next time you tell me the truth i will hear it.

what a funny joke, isn’t that, dearest?

this is the truth.)

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id: dictionary entry obviously edited to be of "doomed yaoi". instead of a definition there is a picture of a solar eclipse. /end id

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[id: reply by professionalchaoticdumbass that reads “I dont think thats how eclipses work”. end id]

solar eclipse

[twig-gy]

does it count as toxic yaoi when one keeps consensually drugging the other so intimacy can be “just because” the other needs the support and comfort and so anything too affectionate can be forgotten about