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hey kids im gonna try n do sid’s drafts this week i stg

#ive been caught up w another muse but #i dont wanna ditch this one so!!!

doluor.

❛ ah – ❜ he supposes he should have known when to keep his mouth shut, when to just keep walking & ignore enigmas as they present themselves. a tight swallow, throat bobbing as lithe limbs curl around self & digits tighten within own shirt. at your words, his lips quirk ever slightly heavenward– bit fuckin’ west y’self. it’s all he can do to hold laughter within throat, to ensure it doesn’t breach the surface. he mulls over answering your inquiry honestly, & decides that clearly something’s ever slightly off about you, too. that you’re not all human, either, & an honest answer would cause no harm. ❛ your emotions. they– they won’t stay still. it’s like they’re flicking, one channel to another. sometimes there’s just static. ❜

tell him something he doesn’t know. bottling a hurricane would probably be less complicated than keeping himself in check ; that’s why he self - medicates. steadies the turbulence by any means necessary. he’s sober now, too sober, and can’t quite pin down how this guy managed to read all of that with a single look. ‘ tha’ fuckin’ obvious, is it ? ’ shoulders square, jaw taut with misplaced indignation. he wasn’t exactly chomping at the bit to be called out by a stranger, and it doesn’t sit right. ‘ you takin’ th’ piss, lad ? did me fuckin’ twat of a brother put ye up t’ this ? ’

#doluor #in character / script.#lmfakjgd protect him

dvoyd

your mind is killing you in ways that no hands ever could.

no funeral necessary | m.a.w

#your head will collapse but there’s nothing in it / study.#it's fine

◊ a Thought

he hasn’t slept in two days. each time pendulum weights tug at the tendons behind his eyes, try to drag heavy lids closed, he chases another pill with a shot of something that sears his stomach like battery acid. muscles burn, pupils dilate, heart pounding an erratic rhythm. lullaby for a bloodstream coursing pure chemicals. he’s awake, or half - dead ; lacks the capacity to make that distinction. it’s okay as long as he keeps moving and doesn’t think.

everywhere they go starts looking the same. everywhere they go is a writhing mass of bodies and stifling heat, too - loud music, blotter sheets and pills and little bags of powder and dozens of drinks changing hands. they’d lost track of his brother hours earlier and it fucking rattles him, it does, except it can’t because he’s a thousand miles away on some alternate plane where he can rot in peace.

every face he’s seen starts looking the same, too, until a flash of gold makes him sway in its direction and ken’s stepping so close he almost trips. it’s the press of the crowd, he thinks ; then has to remind himself not to think, that’s the whole miserable point.

‘ where th’ fuck’s ––––––– ’ jamie, he wants to ask, struck at once by the absence : where’s jamie.

kenneth probably can’t hear him, or doesn’t care to listen. the crowd and the walls and the strobes blend together, the monochromatic blur of a ruined watercolour, rippling like ocean waves — undertow and all. a hot, clumsy clash of mouths sends him reeling back to earth with a sloppy reciprocation and the shock of impact.

a second impact : palms shoving hard against the boy’s chest and grappling for enough leverage to stumble, nearly losing his balance for the umpteenth time, steadied gracelessly against ken’s shoulder.

‘ tosser. ’

a rasp, the scrape of grit in his throat, he wipes his mouth with the back of his hand and casts a line into the ether to reel in a better closing statement. he needs another drink.

‘ ‘elp us look f’ me brotha’, ye fuckin’ lemon’ead twat. ’

kiss ya boi / @sunbruise / selectively accepting !

#sunbruise #in character / answered.#a Concept!!!#this is ??? a mess and unnecessarily long by e #im so tirefd #another concept: constantly calling him lemonhead bc of his hair

doluor.

@darknicotine.

achieving a steady read of a singular person was still a near impossible feat– the few times he had read clearly, he had been within a proximity close enough to breathe the same air, exhale alongside. yet you are an anomaly, a steady beacon in which he attempts to comprehend & yet cannot at all. if emotions had sound, he muses, you would be a cacophony, a constant fluctuation that refuses to settle. ❛ you’re strange. ❜ intrigue is clear within tone, gaze locked on yours with a startling intensity. ❛ no offense intended, of course. i just mean– i can’t– ❜ a wringing of digits, a shake of crown. ❛ you fluctuate so often. ❜

he’s staring. sid feels the weight of an unfamiliar gaze and turns full - on to meet it, brows knitted, lip curled, preemptively defensive. people don’t faze him, usually ; you caught him on a bad day. ‘ ye wha’ ? ’ can’t tell if he’s on something, certifiable, screwing with him, or all of the above. none would come as a surprise. but strange seems to cast somewhat of a wide net, here, despite having been called much worse. eye contact holds steady, cigarette drawn and lit with a sharp upward tilt of his chin. challenging, without the edge of open hostility. ‘ bit fuckin’ west y’self, like. ye can’t wha’, eh ? go on. ’

#doluor #in character / script.#IT MAKES SENSE YES it's perfect tbh ??#bless u for reading the pages u are the tru mvp

coldgirled.

he creates an imbalance. she didn’t CHOOSE to send them to him. purely a mistake with another sidney – one she can actually toy with. neither of these twins make it easy to play them on a string. instead, they’re talented at crawling beneath her skin in the worst way. “ yes. “ if she wasn’t so mad, she’d almost speak proudly. “ over nothing? you really don’t know me at all. “ she’s a reactor. even if her reactions work in extremes, a nothing situation is everything. especially when it threatens her desire to control the moves, the steps taken. “ —— no. i don’t want your nude pics. you can keep those to yourself. i’m not interested. “

‘ an’ we’re not fuckin’ offering. ‘ere, the only time you’ll ge’ a look at me cock, righ’ ? is from down on both knees. ’ crass, unapologetic, lacking even a semblance of shame ; he’s calm, where she’s bristling. gratified at the expense of her privacy — and her pride, if the look on her face is any indication. all it does is fuel the fire. provide an incentive to push harder just to see what happens.

her no smoking rule is given about the same level of respect as everything else. the most brilliant part of all this is, her misstep led them here. it isn’t sid who failed to check his contacts properly before hitting ‘ send ‘ ; that was all her. ‘ giz a nosh off an’ those pictures’ll fuckin’ disappear. ’

#coldgirled #in character / prose.#IM SORRy

◊ lordt

to say he’d gone into this with an agenda would be a barefaced lie : he’s never planned ahead a day in his life. it happened because she was there. warm, willing, not one for small - talk or pretense, and that suited him fine. afterwards, he told her he wouldn’t call. not yet, she’d said. not yet, like she knew he’d break his own rules — like there could be no other possible outcome. maybe there wasn’t. maybe it doesn’t matter either way.

the room spins, kaleidoscopic, and he’s caught at the apex with sobriety falling to settle as flat as the scuffed floor tiles beneath their feet. she’s there, again. but if he called, the memory eludes him. fades to irrelevance when deft fingers curl, rough, around the collar of his shirt ; the fabric sticks to him, damp with sweat. her fervor numbs him at first. then he tilts his head, finds an angle that fits, matches her stroke for stroke. that’s when it explodes.

eyes press shut as if that’ll remove a few layers of meaning — and that works, mostly. tames the rising tsunami of chaos pounding away at the inside of his skull and lets him forget, just for a minute, how monumentally fucked up everything is now.

that’s all he wants from her. to forget.

kiss ya boi / @adatrox / selectively accepting !

#adatrox #in character / answered.#misc / queue.#bad dog!!!!!

inboxideas

Send me a ◊ and my character will react to yours kissing them in the sheer excitement of a moment.

requested reversal of this meme.

#misc / prompt.#misc / queue.#' sheer excitement ' he's probably high

blackoutthesun-deactivated20181

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#no signal / audio.#vibin

sunbruise.

HE’D STOPPED LONG BEFORE SID HAD . the bastard was a few feet behind , stammering out of the restaurant a few seconds late and he assumed the reason behind it was due to the extra grab at food that now littered out of his hands and mouth . by the time he had caught up to ken , he was breathless whereas the demigod’s stamina had hardly been challenged . the wheezing , swear , hands on knees , and reach for cigarettes - it tore a ridiculous laugh from him , dotted with mockery at the hands of their mischief . ❝ AH , HOLY HADES . bloody pathetic you a’ , y’skinny fuckin’ rat . ❞

he takes the offered cigarette and returns a shove , boys stammering on one heel and pivoting on the other as they redirected their path towards the pub . music grew louder by the second in the near distance where youth hollered and cars honked by , and by the time they had arrived there was an energy that threatened rationality . ❝ RUN ‘BOUT THA’ LENGTH givin’ you a kick up the aris , ’m pissing mate . ca'mon , couple a’ brittney’s next , you be as good as daylight by th’ time you toast your liva’ . ❞

‘ eat shit, ye dozey fuckin’ lemon’ead. we’ll set ye’ fuckin’ plums on fire nex’ time, kidda, give ye somethin’ t’ leg it abar. ’ he’s lighting up as soon as he gets his breath back, sucking down lungfuls of nicotine like the cigarette is an asthma inhaler. stamina’s never an issue if he’s fucking someone, for example ; running an impromptu marathon halfway across san francisco is a different story. the only upside is a quick recovery. he straightens to a stand, rubbing a palm over the nape of his neck to work out the kinks, shooting kenneth a look that’s half amused, half annoyed. ‘ spring’eeled twat. fuckin’ hate ye. ’

not really : he knows it won’t be taken to heart. that’s part of the reason they get along. music bleeds outside to mark their approach, slightly muffled, bass line thudding heavily. the kind of music that promises to distill into white noise after he pops his first couple of pills. the cacophony of raised voices, too, he’ll eventually tune out. ‘ gorra’ pick us up some spliff, then, yeah ? go ‘ead. ladies first. ’

#sunbruise #in character / prose.#do u ever think ab someone overhearing #their conversations n just bein like ???? what language is this

coldgirled.

she expected nothing less from him. one fuck up and this jackass gets to hold it close — or close in his hand during his happy hour. “ you’re repulsive. “ it’s not the comment that is bothersome / her skin is thick and asshole resistant – it’s the fact she didn’t intend on this happening that is the reason for increased hostility. needless to say, things are feeling less in her control. arms crossed defiantly, a scrunch of distaste / brown eyes rolling with annoyance. “ i hope you enjoyed them before you delete them because it is the closest you will ever get to seeing me naked. “

the twins have always had a malevolent streak, since long before their abilities presented. an almost compulsive desire to push people, get under their skin, make them squirm. turning this into a game is too easy when she keeps taking the bait. ‘ wha’ — these ones ‘ere ? ’ phone in hand, image displayed on the screen, held up so that she can snatch a look before it’s tucked calmly back into his pocket. ‘ 'avin’ a cob - on over nothin’, like. nobody ‘as t' see ‘em. ye wanna even the score ? ’

#coldgirled #in character / script.#sid voice: kinky

coldgirled.

@darknicotine.

“ ——– delete them. NOW. “ although something told her he’d refuse. it’s a mistake on her part / checking a different sidney before his in her contacts. normally she wouldn’t care but it’s HIM. “ they weren’t meant for you, i’d never give you the satisfaction. “

of course he’ll refuse. they’re on his phone now, safe and sound, like his own twisted version of finders keepers. cue the slow drop of his gaze in a deliberate once - over, taking a long visual tour — just to piss her off, essentially. ‘ class pair a’ tits on ye. tha’s enough satisfaction. ’

#coldgirled #in character / script.#LMFAOOO I LOVE

dheuse.

TELL NO TALES to someone who will not listen. those breaths would be wasted && you would never get them back. it was hard to know when someone was listening , but that was hardly her fault - nor did she particularly care. ‘ those things are going to kill you , you know ? ’ words rolled of her tongue in a practiced manner. she knew no difference. everyone was going to die , so advice like that could never be timely.

@darknicotine / sc.

so he’s heard, but risk has always been more incentive than deterrent. no one really thinks about the consequences at twenty - one, the dark eventualities that feel a lifetime away, and he’s no exception — the difference is that he doesn’t care how his story ends. or when. gaze levels, expressionless, narrowed to a squint behind the usual scrim of thick smoke. ‘ aye. tha’s the idea, innit. ’

#dheuse #in character / script.#it's perfect thank u #!!

pearlyfangs.

A roll of her eyes is given, heeled foot tapping against the ground as she glances at the rather large quantities of drugs on the table, drugs that will probably have no effect on a creature like her. But, oh, her ego has been wounded!

“I suppose I could give it a try.” See if she can actually feel something for a change, “Just make sure I don’t end up looking like…well, you.”

there’s the scoff of a laugh, grin cracked, cigarette balanced between his teeth. ‘ sound. ’ approval in a quick - cut glance, snatching up a gram bag of molly with thumb and forefinger. gives it a little shake for emphasis before he hands it over.

‘ pure fuckin’ mdma, tha’. we’ll let ye ‘ave it for abar fifty, yeah ? ye want a bit a’ spliff, too, like ? ’

#pearlyfangs #in character / script.#drugs /#:')#spliff is weed basically idk if u knew that already lskmg

Ѡ 'accidentally' 😎

a damn near audible buzz seems to stir the quiet classroom, coming from the cell phone lodged between his chair and his back pocket. weight shifts to pull it out, unabashed, and brows arch with the subtle quirk of an amused smile. not exactly what he’d expect from someone so outwardly demure — then again, it lends credence to the adage of not judging a book by its cover.

he’ll take a second to save that image. for posterity.

[ sms ; posh spice. ] u make a compelling argument.[ sms ; posh spice. ] book’s all yours.

send nudes / @lacecrown / accepting !

#lacecrown #in character / answered.#i cant beLIEVE #sid: haha then what ;)

"Ѡ" / i'm reeally not sorry.

accident, stroke of luck, or both — somebody’s got their wires crossed. unless he was too fucked up last night to have any recollection of giving his number out ; wouldn’t be the first time it’s happened, probably won’t be the last. but most people don’t skip the foreplay and go full - frontal this early in the game. and drunk or sober, he’s pretty sure he’d remember this one.

[ sms ; unknown. ] reckon there’s been some confusion, luv.[ sms ; unknown. ] buy u a drink ?

send nudes / @coldgirled / accepting !

#coldgirled #in character / answered.#he's keepin them u already know

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