obligatory pinned. a 10000th side blog i made to keep my oc slop ramblings somewhat structured and find certain bits of pointless details about this or that setting and its characters easier
no dni you'll know if i don't like you. 18+. if you don't have a dni in your post's tags and text, i'm touching it. i ain't reading no pinned posts
1. forest falls station (characters of cirque, empty frames, 8x3) (#> forest falls station au)
2. soiled visage (empty frames au) (#> soiled visage au)
i absolutely encourage putting my guys in situations if you ever want to do so. i don't mind if something's ooc. do it bad, do it stupid, whatever you think of it, i'll still love it
might occasionally post small writing bits. #drabble for that
p.s.: blog url and name are a reference to skinny loser by sub urban. yes. listen to sub urban.
virgil sitting at a table in the diner it frequents yawning unhinging its jaw like a snake and the waitress that wanted to flirt with it just slowly backing away awkwardly
if nico was even a tiny bit weaker, he would've done it. if not, he would've probably shot himself right there and then. and if not there, then later at home. but he lived and made it everyone else's problem so who cares lol
he had been scolded by it before, but it had never been as terrifying as this. he could see through its cold demeanor and tell that it wasn't just upset â it was furious with him.
no "greetings," no nothing. this was the first thing he heard when he entered his room, already in terrible spirits after being forced to part with his beloved.
"i have told you to stay away from that family and their spawn."
the cacophony of its voices, some loud, bordering a shout, and some spitting in disdain, made him want to huddle up in a corner and cover his ears. for the first time since they met, he felt so small and helpless.
"and you disobeyed me. what say you in your defence?"
"iâ i'm sorry," he was shaking like a leaf, frozen in place, pinned down by the stare of the tiny green dots in its mask's slits. "i justâ i didn't think it was that big of a deal! nothing happened, iâ i promise..."
when it stepped forward, he wanted to recoil, but just couldn't. whether it was its influence or his own dread, he was paralysed.
"one. it was one thing that i forbade. i took all of your mischief, all the atrocities you would not have committed have i not entrusted you with a fraction of my power," he could tell that this time, there was no playing it off or finding an excuse. "i entertained and forgave every one of your actions, and when i make a single strict rule, this is the respect you show me?"
two tendrils emerged from the lining of its coat, and like snakes, swayed in the air, as if they were ready to bite. he flinched as one of them suddenly shot out, grabbing him by the ankle, yanking upwards with such speed and strength that he didn't even make impact with the ground.
"i am done with your attitude, child," the choir suddenly sounded so... indifferent.
and in just a moment he witnessed just how little it cared, when the other tendril wrapped around his right wrist. in a second, he was blinded by pain.
he cried out, squirming, with his eyes instantly watering, and he could barely feel the ring sliding off his thumb.
"you are not deserving of my protection," he heard, before his body hit a wall, and then â the floor.
he tried to lift himself up on his arms, but yelped, plopping back down, barely able to even turn on his side. the one that was hurting less, because the other felt like something in there was broken. maybe it was.
"get up at your convenience," he barely made out, before hearing its receding footsteps... and a door closing.
the best thing a man can be is gay and suicidal and miserable and utterly unlikable and unpleasant to be around and prone to addiction and abused and traumatized and not breaking the cycle and
okay. so we've decided that nico is antisocial, and mark (when unmedicated) is erratic and delusional. so what the fuck is joe's deal then. aside from skewed morals
