born in a ufo

ethan skye / 23 / alien boy random english kid who is also a cat lover, pancake enthusiast, and rad as hell. ❛ my own friends hate me but i dont give a fuck.

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honestly i came on this blog and am just reminiscing to back when rp was simple and fun there are so many stupid unnecessary rules now lmao i hate indies and miss the tight knit community group rps provided 

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so hey what the fuck? does anyone still check this thing out? lmao there is so much i could talk to you guys about .. i miss the friends i used to have here ( aka i miss all of you duh ! ). can y’all believe ya bitch still writing on this hellsite ? lmao i have like a million indie rp blogs ( idk if you do indie rp you might recognise my pen name it’s mew !! ) .. i still talk to emily ( caspar !! ) sometimes. ya it’s . fucking wild. like i’m married now ?? i have a family ?? and i still have this blog ?? wow.

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casmparo:

“Oh yeah?”, he raised an eyebrow and reached his arm forward so that his hand pressed against the door behind Ethan. “No sugar daddy and you sold your soul to the Man? Tsk tsk.. something must be done.” 

Its a common self-love tactic to keep from believing you need anyone else to feel one with yourself, but Caspar never did too much to maintain his outer self much less his inner self. Happily he plunged into Ethan’s metaphorical arms, wading in bliss and finally being in touch with himself. Take Ethan from Caspar and what life is there left for him to lead? He couldn’t figure it out before and he knew it wasn’t worth trying to find the answer. Especially not when the universe just handed him a lifeline like this. 

“You haven’t asked me what I’ve been doing which is not only super fucking rude”, he put his free hand on his hip to fake an attitude he doesn’t possess. “but its also a bummer. I had so many solid lies to lay on you.”  

The closeness is intoxicating; Ethan’s mind is running a mile a minute . . drunken thoughts banging around in his head. Intermixing with memories he’d locked away to soon forget. But of course he didn’t, how could he? They were the only thing that reminded him there was something still left to live for .. to wait for. The meaning of life was hidden away within those memories, and tucked away beneath the skin of Caspar’s left temple, was Ethan’s happiness. He wants to lay a kiss there. But instead he chooses to shift his body, away from the men he’d been with only in his dreams. 

────  “Maybe I just don’t find you that interesting.” A joke, though he’ll smile and give Caspar’s shoulder a small nudge to reassure him, that it is just a joke. Afterward he’ll walk over to stand in the centre of the living room, his arm extending toward the couch, an invitation to the other to join him as he sits himself down. The soft cushions might help him relax a little, since his heart is still beating at warpspeed and his hands haven’t stopped twitching. “Go on, tell me ..all about your adventures.” Part of him wants to know everything. He wants to understand how much Caspar has grown, what things he’s seen, what new things he’s done .. part of him wishes he’d never asked (even if it is him being rude), because part of him doesn’t want to know that there was life (love) after them. 

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casmparo:

“I always pictured you living in a city like this”, he slowed to a stop, laughing slightly. “Fucking Seattle…typical.” This was comfortable for him, there was a balance in his psyche that didn’t surprise him. A peace fell over him and it wasn’t any run of the mill type of peace. It was a peace that only Ethan could bring. “Like what are you, a barista or something?”, he teased. Considering the fact that Ethan could never know what value he held, he couldn’t even picture it if he tried, was a hard thing for Caspar to wrap his brain around. Mostly because it was one of the only things he was absolutely sure of…actually, he was sure of only two things. That Ethan is essential and that grilled cheese is the perfect food. Thats what he has to show for his 23 years on the planet and he couldn’t see any problem with that. Much less matters to you when you’re in love. 

Some sort of temporary, synthetic confidence washed over him and motived his steps forward in Ethan’s direction as he began, “So..”. He stopped directly in front of the other and kept his eyes cast at their feet as he lightly kicked the rubber front end of Ethan’s shoes. “..are you paying rent here all on your lonesome?”, he concluded after the pause, meeting his eyes again. Every bone in his body was dedicated to helping him keep his cool as he braced himself. Could he honestly assume that Ethan had waited for him this entire time?

Was he that predictable ? He thinks, as he lets his eyes drift onto the floor. Caspar's voice seeping into his skin ; a waterfall of words that drenches him awake. Ethan can feel his heart beating again, he can feel his blood begin to flow. He finds that he can’t stop his smile from spreading even wider, he really did forget how much of a terrifying power Caspar has.

“Yeah .. at a fucking Starbucks.”   Ethan chuckles under his breath, his thumb coming up to his mouth, he’ll nip at the already chipped nail in order to stop himself from just bursting into a fit of giggles. It’s here where he realises he isn’t predictable at all, Caspar is just someone whose gotten too close. He can read Ethan, look at him and just .. know. There are no walls set up for him, there are no traps set to stop him from getting coser if he so desired. The invisible ink that covers Ethan’s story is deciphered by Caspar’s fingers, trailing the cursive with a well trained hand.  His eyes are still on the floor when he begins to hear the creaking of steps, a blush starting to form on the tip of his nose when Caspar’s shoes come into view. Eye’s meeting the others just as he feels the slight bump at the tip of his sneaker.  “Yeah .. kinda sucks. Seattle is expensive, and my sugar daddy stopped talking to me.” He jokes, letting his back rise off the door, his shoulder will bump Caspar’s. The slight touch sending electricity throughout their space; Ethan always held Caspar in a higher standing, his body consecrated.  It was strange, to think he came here .. for him.  “It gets lonely, ya know. Wish .. someone would keep me company.”

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casmparo:

Caspar was in shock that he’d even made it this far now he was invited in? He thoroughly prepared for the door to be slammed in his face, to get cussed out, or to just get no response at all. This wasn’t okay, he wasn’t good enough, he didn’t deserve this, but he couldn’t stop being selfish. Not for one second could he put someone else’s best interests before his own desires, not even for the one person he loved more than he could love anything else and he carried this guilt as he walked over the threshold into Ethan’s world. After slightly stumbling over his feet while inspecting the new space, he began walking backwards down the hallway. He didn’t feel comfortable taking his eyes off of him. “Wanna know something?”, he asked as a stupid grin creeped onto his face.

Emptiness is soon devoured by the light that Caspar carries in his step ; liquid gold spilling from fingertips.. The door closes, and it’s just them. The feeling is strange, and familiar all at once, Ethan can’t help but feel alien in his own world. He lets his back press against the shut door, afraid his legs might give out. His arms cross over his chest, and his eyes stay on Caspar. They run over his figure, he watches his eyes - how they wander, he watches his hands, and the way his chest moves inward and out as he breathes. Caspar was art, and feelings that Ethan was sure to be dead, rose once more. Dead butterflies in his stomach begin to flutter their wings, filling them with blood as their noses suckle nectar from the lining of his gut. In the silence they share, Ethan takes the time to scold himself .. how could have he been so stupid to believe, to really believe, the love he shared for Caspar would ever really vanish? 

“Yeah .. what is it?” He can feel a smile begin to creep onto his face, and thinks about wiping it away. But decides it’s appropriate.

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casmparo:

Air was punched out of Caspar’s lungs the second Ethan appeared in the doorway. His entire body felt brand new and he suddenly was able to feel everything down to the very threads in his sweatshirt. Trying not to focus on the other’s fist grasping at his shirt, Caspar’s arm flew out from his side and slammed against the door to make sure it would stay how it was. “Wait..”, he finally whispered, sounding exasperated. His eyes shifted from his hand on the door next to them to the eyes of the man a foot from him. After getting lost for a second he absent mindedly spoke again, “I’m sorry.” The second the words left his lips, though, he realized the weight of what he just said. “I’m.. sorry.”, he repeated again, just more sure of himself this time. He hadn’t really expected an answer nor did the apology need one considering it probably meant next to nothing so the nerves got the best of him and caused him to quickly add, “n-nice place.”

Their eyes meet, and Ethan allows himself to drown in the brown colour of Caspar's iris. Brown, like espresso .. warm and inviting, soothing for the soul ( Ethan had found himself buried in ice, now he swims freely, his limbs remember how to hold ). Brown like chocolate coated hearts, injecting serotonin into his cheeks. Slowly his grasp will loosen, as his arm falls to his side, his other hand removing it’s grip from the handle of the door, he blinks, and a single tear adorns his cheek ─── he can’t remember the last time he cried. He’ll shake his head, Caspar's apology rattling in his skull as Ethan tries to get his thoughts together. Though he draws a blank when it comes down to it .. the only thing he can say is “Thank you”, a miracle it doesn’t come as a whisper this time around.  He’ll move away from the entrance, deciding he can’t just leave Caspar at his doorstep forever, the neighbours are starting to get suspicious.  “Caspar ..” The name moves his tongue in a new way, he hadn’t uttered his name in a long time .. he forgot the way it made his entire mouth burn. He hid his name in a capsule and stuffed in the side of his cheek, ready to bite into the sweet poison only when he needed the euphoria brought only by the past .. it was strange saying it without secrecy.  “Come in. Please.”

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casmparo:

The pressure was unreal, the breakdown in his brain was near an unbearable level, but he still walked towards the door. Caution had definitely been tossed to the wind, the odds against him were astounding but he didn’t care. The way he saw it, if it went badly and he got physically or emotionally stomped on, it was warranted. On one hand he hoped to hurt himself. Deep down, maybe, that was a big reason why he was there. He knocked on the door and his mind fell silent for the first time in months. The silence was thick and suffocating but then again he was also holding his breath. So much led up to this moment and now it was completely out of his control. It was slightly comforting but nothing could be as comforting as seeing his loves face in front of him again.

His eyes shift from his phone to the door, eyebrows rising half in curiosity, and half in annoyance. He wasn’t expecting anyone, he never really is. Rising from his seat, he’ll walk over to the door, maybe it’s a package .. maybe it’s the Jehovah witnesses coming to leave more pamphlets, whatever it may be, god knows he needs contact from someone other than himself. And so, with reluctant and itching fingers, he opens the door, eyes rising from the ‘welcome’ mat onto the face of someone ... who sends a scary chill up his spine. Eyes wide with disbelief, his hands have begun to shake, the loose doorknob clinking against bone. His body receives the message before his brain does, his eyes begin to prick with the hotness of tears, there are needles sprouting from his throat, if he speaks they’ll slice through the skin. As his free hand reaches forward, it grasps the other mans shirt to make sure he’s real . . the only word he can manage being a silent  ───── “ no . “

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@alaskascottxo i cant ever die i’m too damn kool 

@archieflynn OMG I KNOW I MISS U I MISS EVERYONE SO MUCH

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what in the hell

hi

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The heat in Caspar’s cheeks thawed his inner numbness he’d unfortunately gotten used to throughout the past months and he was sure if there was anything he’d done right ever in his life it was mentally committing himself to Ethan years ago. The world around them froze. Things in movement were subjected to slow motion while he and his beloved stayed in real time. Ethan was the center of Caspar’s universe and having his lips parted against his, even if only for a split second, felt like a gift. 

He placed his forehead gently against the other’s and allowed himself to catch his breath. The moment was crushing in on him, turning him around, and spitting him back out like an angry wake in the sea and he was in bliss finally being able to feel something. Upon exhale, he smirked at Ethan’s semi challenge. When it came to this, Caspar thoroughly enjoyed proving himself. A light finger lifted the other’s chin slightly,  Cas looking into the other’s eyes before leaving a kiss above his collarbone. “I miss you.”, he breathed. Another kiss left on the nape of his neck. “I miss you” Another kiss placed beneath his jawline, Caspar’s lips only barely hovering above Ethan’s skin as he moved up slowly. “I miss you”, he said again this time as a whisper in his ear. 

He pulled back slightly, lazily flicking his eyes to meet Ethan’s as he played with the other’s sweater’s stitching around the neck. 

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tiny kisses make for the biggest of excitements . ethans hands working to grip onto caspar in whatever way possible . dull nails digging into his skin , leaving half crescent moon marks upon the tight flesh of his back . he holds onto him as if he were sand that would slip through his fingers ───── that fear of loss so settled into the bedding of his heart that he cannot bring himself to believe any of this is real . even as whispers are consumed by his itching ears , reassuring him of the true that lies within this moment . he lets himself remain blind to it all . that is the consequence of abandonment . a shiver runs up his spine when he feels caspars digit digging into the collar of his jumper , it loosens the noose wrapped so tightly there . ethan is wearing nothing underneath that dressing , and without missing a beat , lets go of the other only for the seconds it takes to remove the garment .

his body is nothing but kinetic energy , waiting for the moment when he'll start to roll down hill in release . hands inch away from cas' back , instead trailing a path to the front of his jeans . index fingers hooking themselves to the loops as the rest touch the skin that lies underneath his t shirt . unlike caspar , ethan did not become a cold corpse of a person . instead he grew hot . everything within him whithering away in the heat of the others absence . it burnt and left him barren . his stitching frayed . BUT NOW his darlings hands worked as a needle and thread , with every touch he came together again . caspars name forever would be embroidered underneath his third rib . it would connect to his heart strings that seem to always lead him back to this one boy . building up courage , he presses soft kisses to the fabric of the others shirt , lifting it up after every one . lowering himself until knees hit the ground , and lips are now moving along naked flesh .  eyes that are sprinkled with longing , flicker upward at the others cant head . ' i can show you too . . .' a low voice , a tongue running over already wet lips . 

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who the hell . . put the brownie mix on the top fucking shelf .... ?

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Caspar, gaining some sort of confidence that surprised even him, turned to face the other head on. “And what makes this time different?”

He knew he didn’t need an answer. He knew everything he needed to hear had already been said. This time was different. Ethan was here, Ethan came to him. Caspar would never forgive himself for what he did, for what he said, but he’d be lying to himself if he ever said he wouldn’t ask for any sort of hint of something to cling onto. Any sort of hope that would show itself would be his salvation. He longed to be so many other versions of himself. A Caspar who would pour his heart out, take back everything he said that wasn’t true. A Caspar who would risk the last dying bit of his pride if it meant finding out whether or not Ethan craved him as much as he craved Ethan. The version he was living in wasn’t enough. As long as he was the way he was, things would stay the way they were. With his love on one edge of the room and he on the opposite end. It was suffocating. 

Stepping forward a few steps even still, he closed up the physical final gap between the two and pulled the other to him. Here he was shedding his former self with no reservations. Caspar was ready for whatever effect this cause would cause, he wasn’t worried about it. It wasn’t like he had much of a choice any longer anyway. He had to give in so that he could breathe properly. He ran his hand from one shoulder blade to the other, tangling the other hand in Ethan’s hair. “I won’t leave again. I can’t leave again.”, he mumbled, brows furrowed. “God, I’ve missed you.” 

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there is a warmth in caspar's chest that ethan can't find with anyone else , nor would he attempt too . his head will move to lay on that warm patch , and for the first time in what feels like ages , he lets himself breathe . his lungs no longer constricted by sadness and grief . his body expands with the clean air ; he feels alive again . thin arms come to snake around the other , wrapping themselves in the familiarity he brings . ethan's nose buries itself into the crook of caspar's neck , where he whispers his secrets and keeps his lone thoughts . one hand moves to rest on the others chest , thumb running along the edge of his collar bone . he wants to grip onto it , crack it underneath his fingers until the indents of his own digits become forever imprinted upon the other . but he knows he can't do that , so instead he lets his lips trace a pattern along caspar's jaw . since he doesn't think words will convey how much exactly , he's missed being able to do this .

a mouth hungry for much needed affections ─── release a warm sigh that is filled with those emotions he'd been keeping trapped behind chipped teeth . the burden that had been clinging onto his shoulder by a rusted hook , have begun to disperse into nothing more than a memory ready to be forgotten . eyes flutter to look up at cas , there is a smile in them even if there isn't one on ethans lips . getting on his tip toes , he goes in for a kiss , a real one . it is much wanted , but it is not starving for the other . it's sweet and made up of a debauched innocence . . teeth linger on the others lip as he parts . & ethan remains close , his nose rubbing against cas' . there is a redness in his cheeks that will spread to the tip of his nose . ' show me how much . '

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