poisoned

'in the darkest depths of a perilous place the boogeyman lurks with a smile on his face' indie fandomless oc | multiverse | multiship | semi-selective | 18+ mun/muse | penned by raven

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sanguine-scarlet:

                  “I don’t believe everything!! It’s just I wanted to cook something nice. —I’ll admit I didn’t think it through.” Rocks on her heels, sheepish smile, a quick glance at his hands to reassure herself he’s not hurt.                  Small hands to clap together at his suggestion, eyes to light up in enthusiasm. “We can try to cook — you know how to?? Of course, if you don’t, we can ask my brother for help?? Ah — I’ll let you handle anything involving heat!!” Words to tumble out of her mouth, thoughtless in their nature, she’s clearly not suited to handling it, PROBABLY BECAUSE SHE’S USELESS…!!

“I cooked for myself ever since I was a kid,” He states with a sigh, rummaging through the pantries with a look of concentration, “I don’t know anything fancy, but it’s warm and can fill ya up. What more do you need?” He watches her jump around and can’t help but raise his eyebrow, though a smirk of amusement does play against his lips a bit.

“How about pasta? You can put water in a pot right? Or chop vegetables or...some shit.” He waves his hands around as he pulls out a container of dried pasta, gesturing with it as if he were holding a wand. 

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gloomyserenity:

        More hesitant to change, but does so anyway. —A certain library’s calling for him, and something as whimsical as modesty isn’t going to stop him.         “I never thought I’d be required to sneak out,” mutters the words, wondering what everyone else would say if they see him like this.

“We’re not required to do anything but look pretty and die serving a throne,” He drawls lackadaisically as the other changes, “It doesn't matter what we choose to do between those moments.” It’s ill logic, but he seems to follow it by himself as he moves towards the door.

Head peeks out. No one is there. A nod of affirmation. “Let’s go.”

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“We’re not that different, you and I." //Eito

“Are we not? Don’t try to flatter yourself.” His smirk is warm with amusement as he gazes down. Watching. Thinking. He can’t help the chuckle or the heat it brings as he tilts his head, “You’re half of a squirming worm compared to me, boy. You have a long way to go.”

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//sorry for not being very active here!! truth be told i’ve been super busy and not feelin’ the muse for my boy lately

[rpmemes-galore]

Bastille — Wild World Album  {Sentence Starters}

“I’ll watch it all from afar.”

“I think of you all the time.”

“I’m the lesser of two evils.”

“Crawl, and beg, and plead.”

“There’s no room for you here.”

“It only matters if we care, now.”

“What you have done is terrible.”

“Run away, as fast as you can go.”

“’Cause, pain? I can take it easily.”

“We’re not that different, you and I.”

“How can you think you’re serious?“

“It’s always you standing in our way.”

“Hold me closer than anyone before.”

“Oh, what I’d do not to worry like you.”

“Aim, throw your best shot right at me.”

“We’re living in the currents you create.”

“There is no love lost here between us.”

“I can hear your pulse racing from here.”

“Did you really think I’d fall to my knees?”

“We’re sinking in the pool of your mistakes.”

“An act of kindness is what you show to me.”

“It’s such a shame we had to see them burn.”

“It must be so lonely, knowing what you know.”

“Oh, I’m kind of hoping this will turn me ‘round.”

“If you’re gonna hit me, hit me harder than this.”

“Yes, I pray for the ground to swallow me whole.”

“Won’t you lay your healing hands on my chest?“

“Come on, come on, don’t stop running with me!”

“So, what would you little maniacs like to do first?“

“And did you ever feel like they were ringing true?”

“What’s gonna be left of the world if you’re not in it?”

“Blows my mind to think I ever let you hold it over me.”

“And I don’t think that that’s a selfish want, I really don’t.“

“Yes, it’s easier to bury my head in the sand sometimes.”

“I let myself bathe in the past for way, way, way too long.”

“You warmed me to my core and you left me wanting more.”

“I will never understand the power you were holding over me.”

“Nothing quite like seeing the world through the TV’s window.”

“Not everything had gone to plan, but we made the best of what we had.”

“And, then, you put your hand in mine and pulled me back from things divine.”

“If you’re gonna hit me, hit me harder, ‘cause you better knock me out the first time.”

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gloomyserenity:

        A glance at his surroundings, surprised he doesn’t have a more ostentatious room. Catches the clothes — barely — and holds them up with a sigh. “Of course I don’t. I’ve never needed to wear them.”

“Well, I guess we’re changing that tonight!” Charles declares cheerily, shedding his own shirt and pants off in favor of a new, much lesser outfit in compairson. Fine silks give way to worn cloth. For extra effect, he musses up his hair with both hands. “You gotta learn to sneak out once in a while, you know.”

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sanguine-scarlet:

                  “Ah— it’s hot?? At least get oven mitts.” Wiggles her fingers a little in her own mitts. “I read somewhere that you can cook ice cream in an oven! I thought it’d be a nice change to cook something instead of constant take-out.”                   A guilty glance down, wondering how hard it’s going to be to clean the dish. She didn’t even use an oven tray for this, a miracle the bowl didn’t break!

“I’m fine,” They aren’t harsh words just vaguely amazed as she explains her logic. “Do you believe everything you read?” He asks, resisting the urge to just slap himself and draaaag his palm slowly down his face. Instead he puts the bowl to the side with a sigh and tilt of his head, brows furrowing.

“So now we got two options, since I’m pretty sure I’m going to need a pickaxe to get that ice cream outta the oven. We can admit defeat and order takeout oR-” His gaze flashes, “We can try to cook an actual damn meal on the stovetop but this time letting ME touch all the vaguely burnable food bits.”

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He is equal parts amazed and stupefied at her words. “Yeah,” He drawls out in sharp retort, “And my pet snake does my taxes.” Hands reach out. He tries to shoo her grip away from the bowl to take it in his own hands. If the heat bothers him, it doesn’t show.

“This ain’t even a proper damn dinner, you know,” His scolding is more muttering under his breath, “Can you cook ANYTHING without burning it?”

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yo this is a reminder that if you ever come up with a neat idea for our muses to interact - whether it’s canon or au - talk to me about it because chances are I will be 500% down to do the thing

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gloomyserenity:

        …Well, that doesn’t sound encouraging. —“You have common clothes in your room.” How handy, but not something he expected to hear. Never mind they’re leaving through the kitchen. But if the guards are going to stop them — where else? Sighs through his nose.

“What? And you don’t?” Charles grins wryly, amused at the reaction. His room, when they arrive, is nothing special. While is family seemed to have hoarded the good bedrooms for themselves, his is surprisingly simple. He digs through a nearby chest, frowning up at the other for a long moment. “You’re smaller than me, so they might be baggy.” 

A set of clothes is promptly flung in his direction. 

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gloomyserenity:

        Stands with him, a little surprised they’re going right now. “What other things?” Asks suspiciously, wondering if he’s going to be forced to do more unpleasant things. He’d rather not, to put it lightly.         “—Shouldn’t we bring a guard?” For such a question he’ll probably look down on him, but it’s reasonable, he thinks.

The snort of derision that escapes Charles’ mouth is almost guttural as he weaves his way through people and high standing columns. “A guard would try to stop us rather than go with us here,” He smirks, “We’re not exactly supposed to leave the ‘oh so important royal get-together’.”

It’s when they weave their way through to the more silent corridors that he slows down. “I have common clothes in my room,” He announces, “We’ll go out through the kitchen and it’ll be fine.”

[liang-hua-deactivated20190612]

//it is bedtime my dudes

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luridgxld:

@0urobor0s continuation from x

“Luchador? Like the wrestlin’?” She grinned as she propped her elbows on the table and peered more closely into the container. Her eyes trailed over the creature as she also admired the gradient of its colors. “Seriously? Here I was thinkin’ garter snakes and ribbon snakes were the same thing. What do they eat?”

“I like wrestling and snakes. Can’t I combine the two?” Charles defends with mock offense before reaching into the container to gently pet the snake’s body. It wiggles and slithers around as Charles shrugs in return, “Well, if you wanna get technical, I guess they are kind of? They both belong to the Thamnophis genus. Garter, Garden, and Ribbons snakes all fall under it. So calling a ribbon snake a garter snake or visa versa isn’t wrong, I guess. No matter his genus though, this wiggler messes up his cage like. Four times a week and I have NO IDEA how he does it.”

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"This is a ribbon snake, yeah? 'S cute."

“Huh? Oh, yeah.” He sets the freshly cleaned container down to get a better look, “That’s Luchadore. Blue Stripped Ribbon Snake. I picked him up not too long ago…You know, they’re super closely related to garter snakes. Same genus, just more common in North American than anywhere else.” A pause to gently admire the snake for a moment, “Can swim pretty fast too.”

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cedarbark:

“ Y’MEAN I’VE BEEN WHIFFIN’ SNAKES THIS WHOLE TIME? “  No need to step away when he’s shocked stiff. So this was a snake’s stench? Did they pass gas? Did snakes have butts? Cedar always thought they were just elongated heads.  “ What kinda hobbies are you havin’ to go around with snakes like that? “  And suddenly, a thrilled sense of excitement, hands gripping and knees bending to wag an invisible tail.  “ That’s so damn cool! Even if y’smell like rotten milk! “

Charles seems unimpressed by the other’s words, until the phrase ‘cool’ catches him by surprise. It is enough to cause him to quirk an eyebrow up in a gaze of confused apprehension. “I rescue them,” He announced with suspicion in his voice, “From the streets when people decide that ‘oh this snake’s gotten too big for me to take care of I didn’t expect this real, wild animal to actually develop and grow’. That kind of sh*t.” He can only shrug, “I dunno if it’s cool, but, it keeps the streets from being flooded with the little wigglers.”

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gloomyserenity:

        Freezes in place, disgust rolling in his gut. —The SMILE is on par with the food, he decides, eyeing the plate. This is for those books, he tells himself, taking the smallest amount and shoving it in, resisting the urge to gag.

It’s beautiful, the way his gaze contorts as his words slide from his lips like the grossest mucus. There’s an immense feeling of satisfaction, a crave being itched, as the food slides past the other’s lips. He watches with a grin showing that he’s satisfied.

He stands from the table, but, the attention is on other nobles. On other Hydes elsewhere in the room. He goes unnoticed. “Satisfactory,” He approves, “Now, follow me. We have things to do before we escape a royal get-together.”

[0urobor0s-blog1]

“ the only things in my bed are pizza crumbs and endless dread. ”

“Mine is more hot pockets and regret,” He admits with equally cool ease, flopping over onto said bed like he owned the place. The smirk that accompanies his movements shines like a star in the sky. “And ya wonder how, for some reason, we both get ants around here. I’ll Spring Clean when i’m dead, though.”