#lifeiress

[onlynear]

@lifeiress​  said  :  ‘stop pretending life doesn’t terrify you.’ u know who :)

“wwhat fuckin bollocks are you spewwin outta your blowwhole, fef.” it’s not her fault that your hackles are already on the raise -- she’s right. you just don’t want her to be. the skin around your fins stings when they fan out, defensive and sore. how long has it been since you were last underwater? an ache at the corners of your mouth, the dryness at the beds of your nails, it all gives you away. you turn your back on her, one corner of your cape clutched in a fist so you can really throw it. “im not scared a anyfin and you knoww it.”

[hopeius-blog]

             we  used  to  be  good  for  each  other  //  what  happened  ?

[lifcything]

@lifeiress  | [sc]

“ Well how do you do? “

[jckerskind]

@lifeiress continued from here

Yeah that’s the answer he expected. He looks down, not even surprised, or willing to lift a motherfucking finger anymore. He lets out a sigh...It aint right. It aint right that the trolls he spent literal sweeps with trying to make happy...Suddenly had a REAL reason to despise his disgusting clown ass. He desserved this, he desserved their hate. (a part of him was angry. he explained, he tried to. he motherfucking TRIED to)

In spite of everything, a comment escapes his lips.

“YEAH. like y’all were very good friends to me in the first place...”

His expression doesn’t shift, even when he regrets immediately saying that. “NOT THAT IT JUSTIFIES ANYTHING..i did an acrobatic motherfucking pirouette in front of the crowd when i should’ve been walking the MOTHERFUCKING TIGHTROPE. streaks a clown’s paint..”

“DON’T WORRY ABOUT ME STAYING AWAY..i won’t be around much. BUSY BEING THE BAD GUY. so that you get to be the heroes in the first place. A BETTER ROLE THAN THE COMIC RELIEF AT LEAST...just..know that i’m doing this, because i literally cannot motherfucking do anything else”

[meistoshia]

F3 feferi ......

oh thats an whole Babey,,

[acplco-blog]

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die

um rude :////////

[vriisket-a]

lifeiress | STIRRED THE NEST.

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “Shit, you’re like........ actually alive.”

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ Seeing that Vriska pitch dated Feferi’s matesprit for a while in her youth, it’d make sense that she’d think about her everyone once in a while. Especially after she’d just miraculously vanished, body and all, when Eridan had supposedly killed her. Even Terezi in all her expertise said “yeah she dead” when she got to the scene. 

       She also just sniffed the air a few times and left, saying something about being hungry on the way out, but that’s aside from the point. Vriska was pretty convinced she’d never see her again.

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “You’re, uh........”

                 “........A lot shorter than I remem8er.”

ᚐᚚᚌ ⊰ Vriska, you were a short little gremlin at one point, too. It’s not her fault that you shot up like a tree and she didn’t.

[vriisket]

💕 owo?

ᚐᚚᚌ⊰♏⊱ᚒ “HERESY!!!!!!!!”

[rdknght-blog]

-- @lifeiress

                                                                     ‘  h- how’re you holding up ? ’  

    in her eyes ; you had seen it  -- the dismay, the despair of once trusted friend’s turning.     ERIDAN had never been a favorite of yours. there was something about him that had     constantly rubbed you the WRONG way ; perhaps constant solicitations of a red variety,              or the general impudence ; you couldn’t place a clawed finger on it.   

                           but SHE had been his moirail ; for a lengthy time, from what you recalls. SGRUB                            was taking a toll on you all - relationships were strained, broken, DESTROYED. yet,                            and already too many deaths had occurred. hand sets gingerly on her shoulder, a                            gesture you INTEND to be comforting ; words failed you, at times. this was one of                            them. 

 ‘... if you need to talk about it, i can always listen ?     i know i’m probably the LAST shit stain you want   to speak to, since this...is all essentially my fault,   but - it’s kind of obvious that you’re hurting, fef.’ 

[tildying]

@lifeiress  ❤‘d for a starter !

                          “ Nah uh. Nope. Not happening. ” Not only has he dug in his heels verbally; The psionic has, quite literally, uprooted grass with how deeply he’s ground his shoes into the dirt. It’s not that he’s afraid, per se-- The great Sollux Captor would never be scared of a little water, after all. --it’s just... There’s so much of it. As far inland as he lives, the most liquid he’d seen in one place largely consisted of his bathtub.

                          “ It’th too fucking cold for thwimming anywayth. The latht thing I need ith to get th’ick. ”

[onlynear]

@lifeiress​  asked  :  ‘  i  trusted  you  .  ’  for  eridan  ...

it’s  easy  to  convince  yourself  all  there  ever  had  been  was  bitterness  .  when  you  remember  them  ,  horn  to  horn  on  a  pile  that  wasn’t  hers  ,  you  like  to  think  resentment  was  palpable  .  makes  it  all  feel  simpler  ,  doesn’t  it  ?  makes  your  excuse  that  much  stronger  when  you  say  it  out  loud :  you  hated  me  ,  and  that  broke  me  .  blaming  her  works  out  this  way  and  this  way  alone  .  when  you  do  tricky  things  ,  like  think  about  the  nights  you’d  spend  relying  on  her  for  any  semblance  of  normalcy  ,  or  the  perigrees  wasted  fretting  over  her  safety  ,  you  trip  yourself  up  .  strategy  was  a  strength  of  yours  ,  but  death  may  well  have  stolen  that  from  you  .

‘     i  knoww  ,     ’     you  tell  her  ,  trying  valiantly  to  keep  the  nasally  wail  out  of  your  voice  .  the  effort  is  herculean  ,  almost  entirely  in  vain  as  it  leeches  into  the  edges  of  your  lament  .     ‘     i  knoww  you  did  ,  fef  .  i  let  you  dowwn  .     ’     you  don’t  know  why  you’re  telling  her  this  ,  boring  her  with  your  issues  yet  again  .  you  don’t  know  why  you  can’t  let  your  betrayal  be  about  her  .     ‘     i  acted  like  a  fuckin  idiot  and  still  do  ,  and  i’m  sorry  .     ’

you  don’t  deserve  her  forgiveness  .  you  want  to  tell  her  that  ,  but  you  don’t  want  that  double  edged  sword  of  guilt  to  be  the  driving  force  here  .  if  she  does  forgive  you  ,  it’s  because  she’s  more  than  you  could  ever  hope  to  be  --  shining  ,  sterling  ,  paramount  .     ‘     i  wwas  fuckin  stupid  .  didn’t  listen  to  no  one  ,  not  evven  you  .  thought  i  kneww  everyfin  evven  wwhen  the  reality a  the  matter  wwas  i  kneww  approximately  zero  about  any  a  it  .     ‘     you  realise  you’re  still  doing  it  ,  making  this  your  tragedy  .  she  hurt  you  ,  but  that  excuses  nothing  ,  no  matter  how  much  you  wish  it  did  .  you  never  wore  remorse  well  .

‘     i’m  sorry  ,     ’     you  say  again  ,  meaning  it  ,  but  unsure  of  how  to  move  on  from  here  .  you  still  harbour  the  anger  that  killed  her  .  you  suppose  you  always  will  .  it’s  become  a  matter  of  biting  it  back  ,  holding  it  down  until  you  can  turn  it  into  something  else  .     ‘     i  am  .     ’     what  else  is  there  to  say  ?  how  else  can  you  word  an  apology  before  it  starts  to  sound  monotonous  ,  meaningless  ?

[hopeius-blog]

falls asleep leaning on him, head resting on his shoulder, as a mix of quiet snoring & soft purring rumbles in her chest. ( earth c earth can earth c ea )

                                            scared  to  move  ,    all  you  can  do  is  stare  .    how  her  wavy  ,    newly  short  hair  frames  her  lovely  face  perfectly  .    she  looks  so  peaceful  ,    content  ,    and  in  this  moment  you  know  you  can  watch  the  soft  rise  and  fall  of  her  chest  eternally  .

                                            you  realize  you’ve  been  holding  your  breath  ,    and  exhale  softly  .    then  take  the  opportunity  to  inhale  ,    feeling  comfort  in  every  detail  of  her  presence  .    her  scent  ,    the  weight  on  your  shoulder  .   suddenly  you’re  reminded  of  all  the  reasons  you  fell  in  love  with  her  in  the  first  place  .    of  why  she  had  been  the  first  ,    and  will  likely  always  be  the  only  person  you  will  harbor  red  feelings  for  .

                                           lightly  ,    you  lift  your  arm  from  it’s  position  resting  above  your  seat  to  lay  gently  around  her  torso  .    she  remains  asleep  ,    and  you  smile  .

[scamade-blog]

                       @lifeiress liked for a starter

                                             ❝      are  those  REAL  ?      ❞

[aegagrushircus]

holds his hand............. u_u

you’ll gladly intertwine fingers & hold the fish’ hand; you note that you quite enjoy the cold of her skin against your own.

[meistoshia]

oh & feferi? 4'9

short     but     still     close     to     satoshi’s     height   !!               very     likely     to     be     arm - hooked     &     equally     likely     to     be     picked     up .               likelihood     of     being     spun     around     is     very     high     considering     her     size .

height comparison.   //   accepting.

[jckerskind]

@lifeiress continued from here

He was already downright motherfucking shaking, asking a seadweller to accompany him to church, knowing full well the tension between clowns and fish. Out of all the seadwellers this motherfucker has met in his life, Feferi was one of the few he actually trusted...Now Eridan might get aknow of his request. 

He’d rather not think about Eridan. He definitely didn’t feel pitch at all. Pitch, what’s that? Sounds fake.

[TC]: UGH. THAT GUY. [TC]: whatever you do  [TC]: DON’T INVITE HIM TO COME ALONG TOO [TC]: i aint want to start bloodshed [TC]: EVEN IF HE’D LOOK PRETTY WHILE [TC]: i mean [TC]: NOT THAT I THINK HE’S PRETTY [TC]: i just think he’d be fun to hu [TC]: TO FIGHT.  [TC]: platonically