false memories

"we have lived in fear, and our fear has betrayed us"

[leslce-a-blog]

if ur my friend / writing partner you will notice

i’m shit at holding a conversation I’m like the hot potato convo dropper

some weeks I’m practically a ghost like ~oooo woop~ where am I 

responding to threads in a timely manner ??? don’t know her

[eodwuif]

starsoared‌:

 the combination of his hand in her hair and his lips on hers causes her skin to flush, despite the rather simple gesture. he knows how to play her, and she imagines he relishes in the fact. she chases the kiss until he pulls away, and almost pouts when he does. ‘ maybe i know you’re just playing, and you’re just as bored as i. ‘ 

eodwulf gave a soft chuckle as she chased after him, knowing that she could be rather needy in times like this. He continued to run his fingers through her hair, making sure to massage her scalp as he did so. “me? playing around? now that’s just unheard of. i’m incredibly attentive to my studies,” he said, grin splitting his face wide open as he did so. 

[bunniesmemes-deactivated2020063]

My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

[eodwuif]

"Was it worth it?" It is one of the few times he has spoken coherently. One of the few times he can focus. One of the few times he feels himself deep in his bones. He is here. Here and away from the ghosts. Away from the screams. Away from the fire. "Was it worth killing them? Do you feel them, Eodwulf? Do you hear them cry? Do you feel their blood on your hands? I can't get the feeling off mine. I've scrubbed and scrubbed but it's still there. It's still there." wiidogasted

Eodwulf couldn’t listen to the other speak, couldn’t listen or think about the blood on his hands. Not when he looked down and still saw his fingers dripping with the crimson. He looked over at the other, having to shake his own head to snap himself out of it, only to look over and see the other starting to scratch his own hands raw. He reached over, his own hands grabbing Caleb’s and holding them apart. “Hey, hey, Caleb. Look at me.” He said, wanting to pull the other’s jaw up as well but not wanting to let go of his hands for fear of what he might do. 

[eodwuif]

starsoared‌:

 cont. / @eodwuif

‘ bored, honestly. ‘  his fingers drift through her hair and she smiles, moving onto her back to look up at him. it’s true – she had finished most of the assignment, but she can only sit and read for so long before boredom takes over. she finds his other hand with her own, entwining their fingers. ‘ and … i figured, knowing you, you would want a break too. ‘ 

he easily took her hand into hers, running his fingers over hers with a little hum. a small sigh escaped her, not wanting to admit that she was, of course, correct. "mm, maybe i actually wanted to complete that assignment." he teased, leaning down before the other could respond to press a quick peck to her lips.

[eodwuif]

she’s content to put her head in his lap and rest there, thumb stroking his thigh affectionately. it’s a ploy to get attention, surely, but she plays the part well. — starsoared

eodwulf had been trying to focus on the spellbook in his hands, eyes scanning slowly over the lines as he tried to figure out just what the spell was trying to get across. after all, component spells rarely made sense to him, let alone the higher level ones. so, it was almost a blessing when he felt a head rest in his lap, his girlfriend having decided to curl up against him. a smile tugged at his lips, and he reached down to begin brushing through her hair. “hello, astrid. already finish your work, or are you bored too?” he hummed, head cocking to the side as he folded the corner of the page, setting it next to him on the bed. 

[eodwuif]

wiidogasted‌:

          Where are you? 

          He almost says it to himself, but he knows. He knows he is inside Rexxentrum, knows he rests where he was always meant to be. Knows there was no running from this, not like before. 

          “It won’t be long before you tell him, Eodwulf. I know the games you play, I haven’t forgotten them,” He swallows, trying to keep the emotion from bubbling over. Caleb is terrified, terrified he will meet Trent once more. Terrified of what his previous mentor might do to him. He’s in too deep, too much time spent wasted in hiding. For what? For him to get caught the moment he pokes his head out? He was trained better. 

          The mentioning of the night brings memories, and he cannot stop himself before they wash over him. The fire, the screams, the way they pleaded. How Trent had congratulated him for doing what he was made to do, only for him to break down and scream and cry long after they had stopped. He did not try to free them, no. It was too late for that. They were swallowed by the flames he created, and he was drowning in the guilt and grief of it all. 

          “He’s right,” Words spill from his lips as his consciousness is brought behind walls of stone. “I am too weak, I couldn’t handle it. I killed them, I bathed them in fire and I broke. Did he not tell you that? Eodwulf, did he not tell you the truth of it?” Jaw clenches, and he’s still straining to find his familiar. Shackles clamped ‘round his wrists sever his connection to the arcane, and he reaches for any sliver of it that is slowly suffocated at the tips of his fingers. Eyes darken as the night is recalled, and he wonders how long it will take for him to rise from it. 

          Where are you? He sings to Frumpkin in his mind. Where are you? 

Eodwulf pressed his lips together, stomach clenching as the other said what he knew was the truth. Right after this meeting, actually, he was going to be speaking with Trent. He had to report to him, after all. His eyes darken, not liking that the other could pin him down so easily. He gives a sigh, setting a bit of hardness into his jaw as he feels a presence clawing at the back of his mind. Someone wanted to know what was going on, and he had an idea of just who it is. 

But he willed himself to listen as the other spoke, eyeing him as Caleb explained what had happened that night. The moment the other delved into the part of the story that he hadn’t heard, shock flashed across his face. He... broke? Could that have been why... No, Astrid knew better. If Caleb had broken... They didn’t have the power to fix him, if Trent didn’t. He swallowed around the sudden lump in his throat, stomach doing flips as he felt like throwing up his meager breakfast. 

“N-No... He didn’t. He said that you had left us.” Pain clenched at his chest, heart aching. “He didn’t... He never said anything more than that. And then he was harder on me and Astrid, until...” His lips pressed together, tears pressing at the back of his eyes. The presence at the back of his mind grew stronger, more pressing as it tried to listen in even closer. “It wound up just being me, Caleb. I was alone. The one thing we promised each other...” 

[wiildhcartsrun]

descendants 2 lyric starters

*feel free to change pronouns

ways to be wicked

we got all the ways to be

guess they lost my invitation

got my own kind of persuasion

looks like this place could use a bit of misbehaviour

bad to the bone with even worse intentions

we’re gonna steal the show

so raise your voices and let’s get it activated

long live havin’ some fun

we take what we want

there’s so many ways to be wicked

wanna try it?

change the way the story’s told

this time the dark is finally getting your attention

we’re wicked by the book and class is back in session

with us evil lives on

mother always knows best

hear her voice in my head

evil is the only real way to win

what’s my name

calling out to lost boys and girls

i’m gettin’ tired of the disrespect

it’s our time, we up next!

they ain’t seen nothing yet!

tell ‘em who’s in charge so they don’t forget

what’s my name?

say it louder!

no one’s gonna stop us soon the world will be ours

all eyes on me, let me see ‘em

i’m the queen of this town

i don’t need to wear no fake crown

the worst is now the best and leaving us here will be their last regret

you know what they say bad girls have all the fun

we always get our way

chillin’ like a villain

let me tell you something you can really trust

everybody’s got a wicked side

i know you think that you can never be like us

watch and learn so you can get it right

you need to drag your feet, you need to nod your head, you need to lean back

you need to not care

you need to not stare

you need a whole lot of help

you wanna be cool? let me show you how

you don’t break the rules i can show you how

once you catch this feeling you’ll be chillin' like a villain 

let us teach you how to disappear

you look like you would lose a fight to an alley cat

gotta be wrong to get it right 'round here

you need to watch your back

you need to slide real smooth, don’t make a sound

if you want it, take it

and if you can’t take it, break it

i’m giving it my best shot

it’s hard being what I’m not

now show us how bad you can be

i ain’t gonna thank you for your help

space between

i didn’t know what you were going through

i thought that you were fine

why did you have to hide?

i didn’t want to let you down but the truth is out

it’s tearing me apart, not listening to my heart

i really had to go

nothing has to change

you can find me in the space between

i’ll never be out of reach 'cause you’re a part of me so you can find me in the space between

you’ll never be alone no matter where you go

be proud of all the scars they make you who you are

i know you have to stay but I’ll never really leave you

no matter where you go we can meet in the space between

there are no words left to say

i know you gotta find your place, but this is not the end

you’re part of who I am even if we’re worlds apart

you’re still in my heart it will always be you and me

it’s going down

let’s get this party started

i swear i’m cold-hearted

there’s no negotiation, i’m not here for debatin’

you need some motivation?

ask yourself how long you think I’ll remain patient

now, let’s all just be smart although for you that must be hard

no one has to come to any harm

don’t try to intimidate, your bark is much worse than your bite

who’s the baddest of them all? i guess we’re finding out tonight

let’s go, bring it on

better give us what we want

peace or war, it’s up to you

the time is running out

you should really watch your mouth

we’re prepared to stand our ground, put your swords up

this is not a conversation

it’s a do-or-die situation

so that’s your big speech, huh? an empty ultimatum?

we don’t have to choose

we don’t have to light the fuse

whatever you do, it’s gonna be a lose-lose

you’re gonna give me a chance?

you and me

looking back at yesterday i thought i gave it everything

there’s so much road ahead of me

i guess i didn’t recognise who we are and all that we can be

sometimes it’s hard to find yourself but it’s worth it in the end

let everyone see it starts with you and me

there’s something special that i’ve learned, it’s together we can change the world

everybody’s got something that they can bring

when you take a look inside yourself, do you wish that you were something else?

who you are is who you need to be

'cause in your heart is where it all begins

we gotta be bold, we gotta be brave

we gotta get loud

you gotta believe

we’ll rise up and shine

i promise we can work this out

it’s up to me and you

[eodwuif]

(´∆｀*)-- starsoared

send (´∆｀*) to give my muse an orgasm 

Eodwulf gasped, hand being thrown over his face as he practically trembled. Low moans escaped him the whole time, his other free hand curled in Astrid’s hair. The pleasure raced down his spine, pooling in his stomach as he looked down at his girlfriend. “F-Fuck, Astrid, please–” He begged, trying to move his hips away. “Please, I’m gonna cum…” His voice was almost a sob, entire body seemingly electrified as he tried to pull himself away from her. A deep moan escaped him, entire body curling forward over her as he trembled through his orgasm, fingers tight in her hair as he held her against him. 

[smutxmemes]

For every ’(´∆｀*)’ I get, my muse will orgasm.

[rpstartersinc]

            feel free to change pronouns / wording !

❝ ain’t no one coming t’ help us. ❞

❝ crazy motherfucker. ❞

❝ i want you t’ understand the reality of this situation. ❞

❝ you can feel it, can’t you ? ❞

❝ step forward and keep your hands where i can see ‘em. ❞

❝ god will not let you take me. ❞

❝ sometimes the best thing t’ do, is t’ walk away. ❞

❝ no one is coming t’ save you. ❞

❝ there’s some fresh clothes there. ❞

❝ be careful out there. ❞

❝ help ! i’m bleedin’ out ! ❞ 

❝ what if i told you you could be free from sin ? ❞

❝ you’ve been given a gift. now it remains to be seen whether you choose to embrace it, or to cast it aside. ❞

❝ they want you to be strong. ❞

❝ the lord giveth and the lord taketh. ❞

❝ a nobody from nowhere with nothing. ❞

❝ i’m not angry, but i’m disappointed. ❞

❝ we all need guidance in times like these. ❞

❝ this is the world ? this ?! ❞

❝ i did not ask for this. i was chosen. ❞

❝ i can save you. ❞

❝ i was blind. but now i see. ❞

❝ god is watching us. ❞

❝ it’s your fault. ❞

❝ was it worth it ? ❞ 

❝ we never should’ve been here in the first place. ❞

❝ drive ! drive ! drive! ❞

❝ you’re all i have left now. ❞

❝ we must atone. ❞

❝ i wasn’t scared i was … clear. ❞

❝ cut it out like a cancer and display it, for all to see. ❞

❝ you won’t regret this, i promise. ❞

❝ i know your sin. ❞

❝ your actions have consequences. ❞

❝ say yes. ❞

❝ this world is on the brink. you can feel it in your bones. ❞

❝ train, hunt, kill, sacrifice. ❞

❝ if it were up to me you would’ve been dead a long time ago. ❞

❝ sacrifice the weak. ❞

❝ you must have faith. ❞

❝ gives me a serious hard on. ❞

❝ you got that uh, badass ninja shit goin’ on like you might kill me any second i dig it. ❞

❝ shit man i been prayin’ on this all day man. ❞

❝ fucking global warming. ❞

❝ duct tape fixes everything. except marriages. and a broken home. ❞

❝ i dig y’. you kids still sayin’ that ? ❞

❝ you just cannot go around this world expecting perfection. ❞ 

❝ vaya con dios, asshole. ❞

❝ i hate small talk. ❞

[indestructigirlx]

If we RP I hereby give you permission to fix my typos in our threads.

[eodwuif]

trentikithon‌:

Trent gave him a small smile. “I know you will, mein Wolfsjunge.” He said. “You don’t want to fail in the opportunity you’ve been given here.”  he said lightly, though he knew that was far from a light subject. These children, all three of them were the children of farmers, peasants, they had nothing more to look forward to in their lives than watching radishes grow if not for the opportunity they’d been given to serve the Empire. 

The message did come through, but the noise of it was grating on Trent’s ears, as if he was trying to talk over metal being dragged over a gravel road.  “No, no no no.” He said, “That was quite painful, I pity whomever you’ve been practicing on. Your incantation is all wrong. These are not Zemnien words, child, you can’t say them with such a thick accent. You try to hard to get them out with the force of your magic behind them, and you don’t focus on saying them properly. Slow down. Try again.”

Eodwulf felt the crushing weight of the others criticism on his chest, knowing that what he had said earlier was right. He couldn’t go back to Blumenthal... He wouldn’t, not with out become a war mage and having a bag full of gold to pay off his parents debts, at least. So he took another deep breath, nodding as he took in Trent’s words. Focus... He took a deep breath, focusing on the incantation before he sent his message.  It wasn’t quite as clear as it could be, but it was leaps and bounds better than his last attempt. The words rang in Trent’s ears, a gentle but tentative “Was that better, Trent?” From his spot on the bed, Eodwulf was sitting expectantly, clutching the component bracelet as he waited for his mentor’s comment on his performance. 

[eodwuif]

trentikithon‌:

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Eodwulf let out a soft sound around the other man’s cock, eyes slipping shut as the man above him praised him. It bloomed with warmth in his chest, and Wulf practically preened under the soft tenor of Trent’s voice. He let it simply lull him into his rhythm of swirling his tongue, applying pressure to the head and giving soft sucks to try and ease the other man to his full hardness. A small whine escaped him as the other praised him again, saying he had done well that day. 

He looked up at Trent, eyes wide, as if he would start crying any moment from the near-gentle praise, and the soft nickname that fell from the other’s lips. At the question, though, his brows furrowed together in confusion. What did he want? He kept working his mouth on the other as he thought, pulling off when he thought that Trent was fully hard, a line of spit still connecting his lips to Trent’s cock. 

“I want...” He bit his lip, squirming a bit. “I like the praise. I like feeling like your boy...Like I’ve done well.” He said, not quite elaborating beyond that because he didn’t really know what to ask for. 

[eodwuif]

trentikithon‌:

Everything had worked perfectly. He had been working at training him like this for months now. Little gestures with simple commands, followed by a reward. Praise, or a hand in his hair or on his back, being told he was a good boy. Sometimes, for the actions he knew Eodwulf did not want to do, there was even a sweet, though that felt too much like training a dog for Trent to be comfortable with rewarding him like that too frequently. And today? Today he’d noticed every single signal and responded appropriately. He moved his coat and Eodwulf was at his side. Set down his glass in a certain way- one side, then the other, and Eodwulf was at rapt attention. Thumb rested on his belt and the boy followed him to his room and stood, waiting, with his hands folded.

A snap and he was before him, on his knees. 

“You have been such a good boy today, haven’t you?” Trent’s fingers raked through his hair, before they moved back to his side, still well within his student’s view. Two fingers flexed, and then curled into his palm. Again, so it would be noticed and not dismissed as just incidental movement. He would know what he’d been trained to do, Trent waited, expecting his belt would be opened and his trousers undone, and Eodwulf would soon be bent to his task.

The feeling of fingers in his hair had his heart pounding in his chest, eyes slipping shut for a moment as he just let himself lean into the touch. It was the perfect level of praise, of knowing that he’d done a good job for his mentor all day. When the fingers left his locks, his eyes snapped open, quickly landing back on Trent’s hand out of curiosity of where it was going. And then he noticed the crook of his fingers, lips pressing together. 

He glanced up at Trent through his lashes for a brief moment, knowing instinctively what he needed to do. Moving forward on his knees, his fingers shakily found the other man’s belt, unsteady fingers fumbling with the belt for a moment. Thankfully, it was a familiar movement, fingers finding the buckle and sliding the leather free. After that, it just took a few simple tugs to reveal the other man’s underclothes. Rather than pulling his pants down around his thighs, Wulf simply slid his underclothes down enough to take the man’s cock in hand.  With a draw of his tongue across his lips, he leaned in and took only the head into his mouth. Even though his hands trembled, his mouth was steady and familiar with this. He stared up at the other man through his lashes, tongue laving over the head as he felt the other grow harder in his mouth. 

[spacebrick3]

On Brittle Characters

So I think my favorite type of character isn’t strong characters or weak characters, emotional characters or stoic characters. Instead, its a type which manages to embody all of these at once: the brittle character.

See, most characters, they have levels. Annoy them and they’ll get irritated. Keep irritating them, and they might move into anger. Keep annoying them, and they might snap into outright fury. Same with pain. Hurt them, and they’ll wince. Hurt them more and they might shout, or scream. Where they switch between these levels will vary, of course, but they’ll all be there. Brittle characters are different.

Brittle characters don’t get those levels. Because brittle characters are basically just this raw, emotional, completely open character - the soul of the character, you could even say, surrounded by a shell. A hard shell, to be sure, but a thin one. And maybe some characters have a candied shell on the outside, while others have corrugated aluminum or something, but they all have their shells.

And if you hurt a brittle character, they won’t flinch. They won’t react. They’ll just stand there and take it…and take it…and take it…until suddenly they don’t. Until suddenly that shell shatters - maybe you hit a weak point, or maybe it just couldn’t withstand the pain anymore. And you get the pure essence of who the character is, something that is harder to see in less brittle characters because of all the levels protecting that. There’s none of that here. It’s all or nothing.

Brittle characters, people. Sure, you have to break them completely to see what they’re made of, but it’s worth it.

[caffeinewitchcraft]

This honestly doesn’t need an addition because, wow, what flawless analysis of why I love brittle characters too.

It’s so freeing to write the reaction of a brittle character because any action from them is a release from this tight ball of raw vulnerability they’ve become. And, to them, that action isn’t something they can weigh—there’s no “should I?” By the time they’re compelled to act, it’s the only thing they can do. The essence of who they are, as OP says.

It’s frickin’ beautiful

[eodwuif]

@trentikithon

It was odd, the way he had been following Trent around lately. It had started with small things, such as a quick brushing aside of his coat that had Wulf scrambling over his feet to catch up to his mentor, or the setting down of the glass on the table that had the boy sitting up a little straighter. The one he understood the least, however, was when they returned to the cabin after a long day. 

The group of them stepped inside, and as he went to take off his cloak, he saw Trent rest a hand on his belt and glance over at him, eyebrow arched. Wulf swallowed around the lump in his throat, trying to rub away the blush that was already scattering across his cheeks. Once he was out of his boots and cloak, he made his way to Trent’s room, finding the man almost waiting for him. He was sitting in a chair, book already in hand.

He watched as Trent closed his book and stood, not making any move closer to him. Then, he hears the sound of the other snapping cut through the air, and Wulf walks out in front of Trent, almost dropping to his knees in front of his mentor. This wasn’t the first time he had done this, and he knew it wouldn’t be the last. But he couldn’t quite figure out why he understood these silent commands from his mentor. 

“H-Herr Ikithon?” He asked, voice sounding small.