“When the dreams run dry...
I’ll be where I always was.”
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@deadbirdtyton
“When the dreams run dry...
I’ll be where I always was.”
AHIT & NSR OC blog written by Lecter!
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bandmates...
“Oh yeah. We’re gonna be makin’ out an’ then we’ll complain about our joint problems and make some reference about our age, but then we’ll realize that the dumbass kids in our souls never died, they were just hidin’.”
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" ... and hypothetically, would we be having a spring or summer wedding. "
“...............”
“Knowing us, we’d plan for a spring one because of the symbolism of a new beginnin’, and it’d end up being in autumn because like the colors of the leaves we’ve changed but are no less beautiful and are plantin’ seeds that will grow again.”
“well, ah reckon ah’d fall in love like it was takin’ over ev’ry fibre of my bein’ and then get cold feet the SECOND i thought i could be holdin’ ya back.”
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" ... is the story gonna end with us getting back together. and if so, will we be furiously making out underneath the same constellations we watched during our underage-drinking camp-out on the roof of the 7/11 or no. "
“Oh yeah. We’re gonna be makin’ out an’ then we’ll complain about our joint problems and make some reference about our age, but then we’ll realize that the dumbass kids in our souls never died, they were just hidin’.”
" what if you were a tall, muscular, handsome bass player... and we were a punk rock duo who ran away from our small hometown as teens to pursue music and build a life together. "
she's talking to no one in particular.
" what would you do if that happened. "
“well, ah reckon ah’d fall in love like it was takin’ over ev’ry fibre of my bein’ and then get cold feet the SECOND i thought i could be holdin’ ya back.”
no, no one did.
you were all doomed from the beginning , but by god the journey was beautiful wasn't it? the friends you made, the songs you sang all screamed one thing: I LIVED. who else can say that?
✴
intimacy meme / accepting. ✴ to brush a thumb over my muse’s cheek
like a cat, she leans into the gentle touch. his rough hands made the skin of her cheeks tingle, a sensation she hadn’t had the pleasure of enjoying for a long time now. blush sprouted beneath his thumb, and she placed her hand above his.
suddenly, she was no longer in a bar in unova, but standing in the grass beneath a warm sun. it was a saturday, the peach trees bore fruit; she knew this because of the pink-orange in the leaves, and the juice running down her lip. the sky was blue, and the same rough hand that had been on her face was now holding hers in a firm-yet-gentle grip.
phan opened her eyes again, and it was gone. the dim incandescent lights of unovan nightlife bathed her and the smiling face in front of her in a warm glow. it smelled of alcohol, bar food, and a familiar cologne.
“ stan... i just... i can’t believe it... i don’t understand. “
deep breaths. there’s no music, no clinking of glasses. just her own intake of the cool night air, shaky and uneven.
“ you're... letting me back in ? “
The normally-glowing sign on the door was shut off. The bustle of the rest of the city moved along, removed from his little alleyway... The man adjusted his jacket, repeating the breath he took before he opened the door for her.
“...Honestly, I’m more surprised you’d want to come back here to Unova. But... I’m glad I could talk to you again in person.”
The door slowly opened wider, the lights on, but others noticeably absent... The Ring was closed for the day.
“Wanna come in?” He offered, siphoning courage for this moment.
I’ll burn it all just to light your eyes.
Blue Stahli, Scrape. (via memies)
( * VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS !
send a symbol from your muse to mine. add ↪ for a reverse from my muse to yours !
🍳 : cook breakfast in bed for my muse.
💝 : give a box of chocolates to my muse.
🍿 : watch a rom-com with my muse.
💐 : give flowers to my muse.
👙 : buy lingerie for my muse.
💌 : leave my muse a card from a secret admirer.
🍽️ : take my muse out for dinner for two.
❤️ : give a gift to my muse. ( specify. )
🐶 : surprise my muse with a puppy.
🐱 : surprise my muse with a kitten.
💔 : break up with my muse.
🏩 : book a valentine’s trip away with my muse.
💍 : propose to my muse.
🔥 : flirt with my muse.
😳 : confess your muse’s love to my muse.
😘 : kiss my muse.
🐻 : give my muse a valentine’s teddy bear.
💃 : dance with my muse.
🚫 : spend valentine’s day with my muse platonically : no partners allowed !
Kiss Day!
@metroseamstress‘ Ane and her daughter approached!:
😘 Ane AND Anne...
A hearty little chuckle as the the woman and her little gal gave him a little peck on each cheek!
“Haw-! What’s this all about, huh? We tryin’ some European greetin’s?”
Are you.. Kissing that sewer rat? || Belated but Accepting!!
@darkwaved kissed:
😘 she's going to ask politely first.
Ba-Dump.
Her question felt unfair... The steely look in her eyes with her proximity causing heat to rush through his cheeks. It was rare for even him to see her without her helmet, yet the woman he knew still remained underneath it all. And as beautiful to him as ever.
He could only utter a nod as she leaned in, but he managed to take her hand in the process...
Send 💋 to smooch my muse on the cheek.
send 😈 to bite their cheek.
vinyldanceparty:
Was she wrong? Or misremember? No she could have sworn he had some form of notoriety. Well, that mattered little, all things considered.
“ Apologies, I m-merely wish t-to understand your perspective, you see… ”
He was a rocker. That’s all that was important.
“ A-as I’ve stated sir, you are free to leave now if you wish to avoid answering. Consider this a… survey, rather th-than an interrogation. ”
Was that comforting at all? Maybe not, but it was honest. She knew she was stretching the limits of what she was allowed to do. But it was important to her. The VCPD, in spite of what it and it’s members meant to her, was flawed in their perception of rock vs. EDM musicians. She noticed. She’d seen complaints from both sides, the discrepancy was clear. Historically, the game has been rigged for some time. For the sake of the city, she needed to find a way to fix it.
“ I simply a-ask that if you choose to answer, you do so honestly, so that we of the Vinyl City Police Force may d-do better in serving this city. With that s-said… ” she steadied herself.
“ Do you feel as though rockers have faced unfair treatment by the police force of this city? ”
She wasn’t wrong by any means... It was just easier for Tyton to try to deflect some of the fame, if he could. But (perhaps due to the resources available to her as an NSR robot), she was already sharp.
The tremble in her voice as she stared on, the LEDs on her screen displaying an expression of almost... unease? Was she capable of feeling that? ...Regardless, he feels all but compelled to at least hint at some sincerity...
“...I think that it’s tough. What we have is the aftermath of what basic’ly ‘mounted to a basically bloodless civil war ‘n our soil. The major figures dun declared peacetime, but things ain’t so simple in folks’ hearts.”
Words whistled in raspy baritone, perhaps sore from the previous night... But nevertheless, he continued, eyes tracing the cracks in the pavement.
”Rockers have been in the minority fer awhile now, though, and... Well, while it makes sense fer big institutions to feel wary... I DO think I see more rockers in cuffs than anyone else.”
He looked her in the face once more, deathly aware that he opened up more than he thought was safe at the police officer...
“...Why d’you ask, Officer?”
Merry Squidmas! Blue got has gotten Tyton a large bear plush that has a tiny head. It seemed like a good idea for a gift to her.
The man takes a few moments to stare down the absolute Unit in his PO box, having sat there for over a month. From Blue, that Inkling he'd met a couple of times here and there.
For a moment, he sinks into the plastic gaze of his companion...
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It now sits on a place of honor in a broken seat behind the counter at the Ring of Fire.
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