𝔻𝔸𝕄ℕ𝔼𝔻 𝕀𝔽 𝕀 𝔻𝕆.

with deluded tendencies ❝ we are alcoholics, drunk in love, drinking til our head hurts as bad as our hearts we are addicts getting high on life, still no comparison to injecting heroin on a cold winters night we are serial killers killing our selves because our bodies are jail cells we are trapped we are kid nappers letting the media kidnap our idea of beauty and any sanity we have left? we bury deep. ❞

[delludeds]

redolcnt:

ryujin swore in his troubled mind, he wasn’t exactly amused at the thought of the trait of being attentive; he never could handle the situation with liquor involved. the previous encounters drained his energy and created more tension between the pair. although, his main goal would be taking care of him until he’s drifting off to sleep. he squinted at the tall figure, unable to comprehend what he’s witnessing for the past nights in a row. “i know you. don’t lie to me,” his voice is laced with anger, attempting to resist the disappointment flowing from his lips. “there are other ways that you can blow off steam. drinking isn’t one of them.” ryu sternly replies, eyes focused on floor, avoiding eye contact. 

“fine. ---” he admits to the lie, but not wholly. maybe the half truth with manage to salvage the night that’s already teetering down an unsteady slope. there’s no point in hiding the beer anymore, and he sets it down on the table adjacent to him, it’s brown container a stark contrast against the decorations they’ve both picked out for their home. “--- i might’ve had two.” his pink lips form a frown when he looks down, and he takes a few jumbly steps towards the other boy. “what do you gest’ i do? don’t wanna take it out on you.” long legs move again, and the distance between them closes. “look at me. m’sorry.”

[delludeds]

redolcnt:

their snug home immediately become a safe place, essentially for ryujin. he found himself comfortable lounging around instead of exploring the neighborhood, and mainly because he would find himself occasionally worrying about his significant other. tonight, he decided to be cozy and occupy himself by reading a book. of course, a sudden noise seemed to disturb him. he immediately became concerned, finding himself rushing to the main room. “santi. you scared me –” ryujin cut his sentence off, his face changing into a unsettled expression, noticing the bottle dancing in santi’s hand. “you’re drinking, again.” 

he turns to close the dark wood door as softly as he can, but the thud echos throughout their humble abode anyways. soft curses follow         he wanted to keep his late night out under wraps. work was taxing, as was the crime he had committed afterwards, and all he wanted was a drink or several to take the edge off. last thing he needed to do was deal with an irritable partner, but just his luck ! the noise he’s made earlier has gone noticed. ryu’s voice is rich with disapproval, and as he turns around he pushes the bottle that’s already been spotted behind dirt flecked clothes. “hardly.” the word is spat, he’s defensive. “ust’ had one, and my day was long.”

[delludeds]

CLOSED STARTER「 @redolcnt     

he saunters into their shared home with reams of chuckles leaving his lips. long legs trip over the floor mat as he walks in deeper and the bottle clutched between his hands is brought up to his mouth for another sip. it’s the FIFTH time he’s come home under the influence, and he looks around for ryujin, hoping his deafening noise isn’t enough to wake him up.

[diorkisses-blog1]

ok . i fucking want dark plots. 

we just fucking murdered your neighbor and you look hot with blood splattered on your face and whoops now we’re on a killing spree because i can’t stop the bloodlust. the cops are trying to find us but we’re always one step ahead. we’ll never fucking look back baby they’ll never fucking know we did it. like a literal serial killer duo who knows what the FUCK they r doing 

ur a vampire who i met at a club and was dancing on and i woke up in ur bed with marks all over my neck and i’m terrified but also kinda fucking turned on and i don’t know what to do

i’ve been stalking you and i think it’s about time you know just how much i love you. we’re meant to be together. let me fucking kIDNAP you and try to do that whole stockholm syndrome thing and what do you fucking mean it’s not working we’re meant to be. you’re gonna fucking love me or you’re gonna fucking die . 

we’re both fucking crazy i burned your shit last week you fucked my best friend to spite me i released your nudes you told my mom about the time i got arrested we have a sex tape and we’re never leaving each other because we tear each other apart but we don’t know how to live otherwise

we were in rival gangs and i started dating you to get information for mine and i got caught but i only realized i was in love with you when you were jamming your knife into my stomach. 

anything fucking dark and stomach twisting like literal fucking sketch ass aus 

[nehmesis]

love, he says, is not real. he’s said it again: with his nails digging in my collarbone, those flighty night-howls always drowning his voice. but it’s still shaky: i think he’s like a faulty clockwork that won’t admit it’s malformed / breath trembling when he says it yet his greedy fingers want more to grasp upon. define pressure point for me, & I’ll tell you what’s his. love is not real, he says when all lights are out, hips moving carelessly. ( when i say I love you, he never laughs, but his lips tremble & he whispers, don’t do this to me )

Demi Ev./ pressure point (via nastyorchid)

[ladystigmata-deactivated2017032]

I asked him for it. For the blood, for the rust, for the sin. I didn’t want the pearls other girls talked about, or the fine marble of palaces, or even the roses in the mouth of servants. I wanted pomegranates— I wanted darkness, I wanted him. So I grabbed my king and ran away to a land of death, where I reigned and people whispered that I’d been dragged. I’ll tell you I’ve changed. I’ll tell you, the red on my lips isn’t wine. I hope you’ve heard of horns, but that isn’t half of it. Out of an entire kingdom he kneels only to me, calls me Queen, calls me Mercy. Mama, Mama, I hope you get this. Know the bed is warm and our hearts are cold, know never have I been better than when I am here. Do not send flowers, we’ll throw them in the river. ‘Flowers are for the dead’, ‘least that’s what the mortals say. I’ll come back when he bores me, but Mama, not today.

Daniella Michalleni, “Persephone Speaks” (via ladystigmata)

[goldessz]

[writerinthcdark]

bethyhelps:

kinda want a plot where Muse A is going to get married, but their fiance/fiancee calls it off, so Muse A takes their best friend, Muse B, on the honeymoon because hey, they’ve got the tickets, why waste them right? and the whole time they’re on the honeymoon, they have to pretend to be a couple and it leads to drunk kisses/sex and i don’t know where i’m going with this bUT I WANT IT

[elenamgilbert-archive-deactivat]

​reblog this if your muse is female, and you’re comfortable shipping her with other female characters.

[hi-gwen-its-me-send-me-an-ask-d]

i will sell all my limbs for a plot where muse a and muse b were together long term, totally in love with each other, even living together until one day they have a fight that ruins it all. the two break up, but find themselves unable to move out due to signing a lease that requires them to keep the apartment until a certain day. muse a and muse b don’t have anywhere else to stay, so decide that they’ll have to stick it out and live with each other despite the break up. what happens when muse a starts showing signs of pregnancy?

[noitar]

[superlcvesarchive-blog]

no offense but i need a messy exes plot where they can’t get over one another no matter what they do and they always tell themselves they’re not gonna go back to them yet every time they get done with a date they end up knocking on the other person’s door and just jealousy and angst and heartbreak and crying because they don’t know if this is ever going to work out but they can’t walk away because this person is still their whole fucking world and they don’t know how to move on

[picsluxury-deactivated20240902]

[perfectpansy-deactivated2018011]

[spideyys]

[lekxngs]

seriously though, someone give me a plot similar to the boy next door except he doesn’t go psychotic af & instead the day after he seduces muse b into sex, muse b sees him fucking someone else since their bedroom windows face one another. & then, shit becomes hostile af cause neither of them want the other to fuck other people & are possessive as hell over each other. & there is screaming & fighting & angry sex & tension & neither of them ever admitting the other is right & UGH SOMEONE PLEASE FOR THE LOVE OF GOD.  

[ywrites-deactivated20180324]

i want to do this plot in which muse a was in a abusive relationship before and has a child with their ex. they’re now moving on from them and moving in to a new apartment with their child and meets muse b who’s also their neighbor. muse b and muse a’s child are slowly bounding with each other anD JUST WHEN muse a THOUGHT THEY WON’T EVER LIKE/LOVE SOMEONE EVER AGAIN AFTER ALL THE THINGS THEY WENT THROUGH THEY START TO FEEL SOMETHING TOWARDS THEM. AND muse b IS BEING A PROTECTIVE SHIT AN D ALL THE ANGSTTT.