𝐜𝐨𝐝𝐞 : 𝐬𝐢𝐥𝐯𝐞𝐫 .

𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒      𝐈𝐒     𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑     𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐕𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍    .

[defates]

BLOG MOVE.

after a lot of blog hopping after i archived my last multi - muse blog, i’ve finally decided to compile all of my current and past muses into one whole new multi - muse, as well as some new muses that i’ve been meaning to write. i wanted somewhere consistent where i can keep my interactions with mutuals and just get to know more people without me hopping from one blog to another constantly. i’m hoping that this new multi - muse will make me much more comfortable on the dash and that i can finally allow myself more creativity and freedom with my muses. 

with that being said, gino will be moved to the multi - muse, so please feel free to follow if you would like to continue being mutuals and would be interested in interacting! the multimuse is at @exemortis, and i hope to see you there. ♡

[defates]

BLOG MOVE.

after a lot of blog hopping after i archived my last multi - muse blog, i’ve finally decided to compile all of my current and past muses into one whole new multi - muse, as well as some new muses that i’ve been meaning to write. i wanted somewhere consistent where i can keep my interactions with mutuals and just get to know more people without me hopping from one blog to another constantly. i’m hoping that this new multi - muse will make me much more comfortable on the dash and that i can finally allow myself more creativity and freedom with my muses. 

with that being said, gino will be moved to the multi - muse, so please feel free to follow if you would like to continue being mutuals and would be interested in interacting! the multimuse is at @exemortis, and i hope to see you there. ♡

[defates]

i’ve been quiet these days because i’ve been slowly working on a multimuse blog where i can bring back some muses that i’ve been missing. gino will be moved alongside with any of my current blogs. my last attempt at a multi was ... not amazing, but i attribute it to my lack of organisation, so this will be a reattempt! 

[lifeinpoetry]

My body is its own shipwreck. / No map. No vision of the shore.

Nicole Cooley, from “Self-portrait with Morning Sickness,” Milk Dress (via lifeinpoetry)

[decernimus-a-deactivated2020011]

bopeep‌:

w/ a monotone voice “wow that is so wild”

[vampirickiss-deactivated2020061]

mm pushing a pretty boy up against the wall…. marking up his neck and growling dirty things in his ear…. nudging my thigh up in between his legs to mess with him…. hearing his breathy little whimpers and feeling his hips start twitching forward… snapping my hands down to shove his hips back against the wall and reminding that he can twitch and whimper all he wants, but until he opens his mouth and properly fucking begs for it, this is all he’s going to get

[kibtsuji-deactivated20200330]

@defates

[mattsmithcouldunot]

a guy on the train just finished his book and started a new one immediately i think that is the sexiest thing i’ve ever seen

[sanguice-deactivated20200113]

@defates​   asked   :   ‘   i  don’t  ask  how  you’ve  been.   what’s  the  point?   you’d  lie  anyways.   ’

           foundations   torn   from   root   ,   betwixt   the   myriad   of   spiderwebs   that   composed   fated   entanglement   .          the   words   are   grim   ‘pon   his   tongue   :          oh   ,   did   you   adorn   a   curse   ,   did   it   stain   your   frigid   maw   ?          was   it   the   mantle   of   death   and   deceiver   ?          the   rot   grew   in   your   veins   ,          an   affliction   akin   to   that   of   the   plague                                                 eternal   solitude   the   consequence   of   your   being   .          “          mmm   ,   it   seems   as   if   you   have   me   all   figured   out   ,          ”          sardonic   tongue   twists   like   silver          as   ankle   crosses   at   the   knee   ,   knuckles   pressed   flush   to   cheek   as          sanguine   gaze   regards   divine   visage   ,   contemplative   .          “          what   have   i   done   to   make   you   paint   me   as   a   liar   ,   hmm   ?          i   must   admit   ,   i’m   almost   hurt   ,          ”          a   musing   as   your   lips   twist   into   a   smile          that   did   not   quite   reach   your   eyes   ,          “          i   thought   we   were   starting   to   get   along   .          ”

           unrelenting   onslaught   is   without   err   as   you   stand   ,          enraptured   by   curiosity   ;   long   limbs   unraveling   to   regard   the   special   investigator   at   face   level   .          strong   palms   slid   within   fabric   comforts          as   your   head   cocks   idly   ,          “          furthermore   ,   that   accusation   is   a   bold   proclamation   to   come   from   you   ,   of   all   people   ,   ginoza   .          wouldn’t   you   say   ?         ”          inquiry   serrated   like   a   dagger   as   you   lean   ,          inspecting   intense   features   with   an   air   of   familiarity          (          of   almost   humor          )          as   your   eyes   crinkle   with   falsified   warmth   .          melancholia   wore   heavy   on   your   shoulders                                                  a   shroud   of   emptiness   that   left   you          bare   and   vulnerable   to   prying   eyes   :          your   sorrow   was   as   deeply   ingrained   as          the   fibers   of   your   soul          and   it   was   no   misconception          (          staring   within   you          mirrored   the   abyss   ,          the   void   that   you   concealed   within   glacial   heart          )   .   

           “          i   am   doing   just   fine   ,         since   you   were   curious          .   .   .          now   ,   tell   me   ,   are   you   ?          ”

@defates​  .     /     grave  suggestion  .     /     accepting  .

[wordsnquotes]

What I feel for you can’t be conveyed in phrasal combinations; It either screams out loud or stays painfully silent but I promise — it beats words. It beats worlds. I promise.

@defates

(via laewulf)

[defates]

kibtsuji asked : ' it was us , way before them . ' ( FOR THE PLANT POT VERSE can u believe I call it that r I p )

       power   isolates   oneself      ,       in   your   tales      ,     you   have   journeyed   the   pages   of   a   king’s   loneliness     where   molten   gold   is   worth   nothing   more   than   a   moment   of   silence     .     silence  where   he   is   drowned   by   fear     ,     frailty   and   voices   fabricated   from   broken   shatters   of   self   -   destruction      .     you’ve   condemned   fate     ,     not   left   your   decay   in   tyrannical   hands    ,    where   suffocation   in   merely   a   human   sentiment   away     .     

        however   ,    fate   plummets     ,    and   your   king’s   hand   now   lies   in   yours     ,    fingers   intertwined   ,     the   puppeteers   were   you   both     —      strings   stitched   to   fortune’s   twisted   smile    ,    but   you  would   not   falter     ,     for   home   smells   only   like   his   cruelty   for   others   and   his   desire   for   you      .      fingers   sink   into   snow   locks     ,    winter   wilts   in   his   embrace     ,    only   that   war   begins   at   his   hands   and   ends   at   his   lips      .    without   him     ,     you’re    only   an   empty   shore     ,     awaiting   violent   waves   to   caress   your   edges     .     your   smile   is   now   sunshine   through   the   abyss     ,     hell   is   only   another   name   for   his   warmth      —    you’ve   left   all   your   pieces   around   the   hearth     .  

       your   king’s   heart   with   yours     ,     you   fear   only   no   longer   being   his   devotion    ,    for   life   without   his  obsession     ,     without   his   ravenous   hunger   for   your   love   would   be   dreadfully   tedious     .    a   thousand   candles   would   burn   out   in   the   time   before   he   could   ever   let   go      ,     for  eternity    ,    your   name   will   remain   his   hymn     .     your   kiss    ,    sweet   poison   of   azalea     ,     will   answer   his   prayers     as   your   lips   seal   promises      .      

                            ‘   it   will   always   be   us     .   ’            it   will   be   you     ,    before   anyone   else    .    

@kibtsuji​​​​​      /      unprompted   .

[de-morte]

I dream of blood in deadly massacres. I dream of you.

Channing H.M (via de-morte)

@defates

(via kibtsuji)

[kibtsuji-deactivated20200330]

𝐈      𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝      𝐤𝐧𝐨𝐰      𝐡𝐢𝐦      𝐢𝐧      𝐝𝐞𝐚𝐭𝐡     ;

━━━━        𝑎𝑡      𝑡𝘩𝑒      𝑬𝑵𝑫      𝑜𝑓      𝑡𝘩𝑒      𝑾𝑶𝑹𝑳𝑫

      ‘  ,   ‘  𝑀𝑈𝑍𝐴𝑁  &  𝑵𝑶𝑩𝑼𝑪𝑯𝑰𝑲𝑨   ;   @defates

[soverina]

❛❛     PERHAPS  IT’S  NOT  MY  PLACE  TO  SAY  THIS     ,     ❜❜                    &  yet                        the benevolent woman speaks the sentiments in which  cradled  themselves within the depths of  honey - heart  for quite some time now          ,                    ❛❛     but i’m worried you’re not taking  care of yourself.          i understand this  investigation  is important but will you  please  find the time to rest …  ?     ❜❜

           @defates​     /     ♡     /     accepting

[defates]

        fingers   soothe   at   temples    ,      a   storm   rages   on   within   your   mind     ,     map   of   nodes   presenting   nothing   but   divergence   of   logic   in   information     .     frustration   rumbles     ,     like   you’re   crumbling   against   heavy   boulders   that   plague   composure     ,     how   shameful   to   be   led   around   by   these   clues     ,      you   should   never   be   the   prey  in   this   game   of   catch      .      however     ,    annoyance   doesn’t   reach   her   in   any   hostility     ,    but   a   weary   sigh   as   you   remove   glasses     ,     relieving   strained   glares     .      ‘     i   can’t   possibly   stop  here     ,     we’re   running   out   of   time     .     you   don’t   need   to   worry  about    me      …     i’ll   be   here   for   a   little   longer    .     ’

[outlawiism-archived2]

reminder.    just because someone seems happy on the dash doesn’t mean they are also happy off of it.     just because someone seems to have many people to talk to that they don’t feel lonely.    just because someone seems a certain way from the outside on their blog doesn’t mean any of it is true for them in reality.    please don’t judge a person based on what you see from afar.    be kind,     be considerate,   be open-minded.    remember things aren’t always what they seem and  everyone is     human     behind the screen.     ♡♡♡

[defates]

frown    illuminates    ,    crowned   confusion   upon    curious   glance   at   the   way   fragile   china   balanced   against   palms     .     ‘     tomioka     .     what    …   exactly   are  you   trying   to   do   with   those  dishes     ?     ’

@rainslayre​     /     starter   call     .

[defates]

pressing   crisis   replicates   urgency   in   the   form   of   a   rare   visit     ,     files   in   arms   ,     now   feels   like   burdens   disencumbered   from   astuteness   of   your   mind     .     a   grimace   presents   your   minimal   fondness  for   the   place     ,     the   atmosphere   weighing   like   iron    and   stirs   you     ,     paces   hastening  for   your   sole   purpose    in   this   bleached   -    indulged   institution     .     yesterday’s   foe   would   be   today’s   friend     ,     for   as   long   as   he   does   not   lure   your   nightmares   with   the   puppeteer’s   strings      .     ‘    kamui    ,     it’s   been   a   while    .    ’

@yeonban​     /     starter   call     .

[defates]

i know i said i’d answer all his birthday asks first but i lied, because i’m going to pump out some quick and short starters first v _ v  feel free to add me on discord ( * 𝗷𝘂𝗻𝗲 .#0004 ) and we can talk !