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* ASK MEME: isaac marion’s WARM BODIES.

( feel free to change pronouns as needed ! )

i am dead, but it’s not so bad.

i’m sorry i can’t properly introduce myself.

i think we’ve been here for a long time.

the future is as blurry to me as the past.

i can’t seem to make myself care about anything to the right or left of the present, and the present isn’t exactly urgent.

her eyes are classic novels and poetry.

i want our rib cages to crack open and our hearts to migrate and merge.

she is so unbearably beautiful and sometimes i see a future with her in my head.

you’re you again. you’re no one.

what are you?

what are you writing about?

we have to remember everything.

which one of you did it?

where are you? how long have you been here?

when the entire world is built on horror, when existence is a constant state of panic, it’s hard to get worked up about any one thing.

you’ve never done this before, have you?

you really don’t remember much, do you?

how long has it been since you died?

maybe you’re not such a monster.

what you are, i once was.

i know you can talk; say something.

there you go again. drifting off. i’m so curious what you think about when you daze out like that.

i find things sometimes. but we don’t seek.

music is life! it’s physical emotion–you can touch it!

i saw the blood on your face. whose was that?

everything that made him who he was just started rotting.

i have begun to wonder where i came from.

you think death isn’t meaningful?

you don’t want to stay dead for the rest of your life, do you?

you and i are victims of the same disease.

i want life in all its stupid, sticky rawness.

let me do what i need to do.

tell me something hopeful.

tell me this isn’t the end of the world.

i don’t want to die. i don’t want to disappear. i want to stay.

i mean, i can’t stay here. you realize that, right?

but uh, thanks for saving me. again.

but we’re what’s killing you now.

why are your eyes like that?

you’re kind of changing, aren’t you?

what does it mean that my past is a fog but my present is brilliant, bursting with sound and color?

i’m sorry i killed you.

you’re going to do those things. you’re going to be strong and beautiful and brilliant, and you’re going to live forever.

you’re going to change the world.

look alive out there.

tomorrow i will not miss anyone.

are we trying to stay alive because we think the world will get better someday?

is this your grave i’m standing on right now?

it’s hard to take your life so seriously when you can see it all at once.

i’m sorry i couldn’t be here for your battle; i was fighting my own.

peel off these dusty wool blankets of apathy and antipathy and cynical desiccation.

i want life in all its stupid sticky rawness.

#ooc. / 𝙴𝚈𝙴𝚂 𝙴𝚇𝙸𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙰𝙶𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚃𝙴 / memes.

valtsv

women want me. fish fear me. dermatologists hate me. hot singles in my area want to meet me. god wishes he were me.

#meta. / 𝙰 𝚁𝙾𝚂𝙴 𝙱𝚈 𝙰𝙽𝚈 𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 / musings.#i wish absolutely any aspect of this was a joke #but it's not #none of it is

falseflesh

❛ 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙸𝚃, ❜ 𝙼𝚈 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙳 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚂, 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙸𝙲 𝙸𝚂 𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚁. 𝙸 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙰𝚂 𝙸'𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝙻𝚆𝙰𝚈𝚂 𝚁𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝙳, 𝚆𝙸𝚃𝙷 𝙽𝙾 𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝚁 𝙲𝙴𝚁𝚃𝙰𝙸𝙽𝚃𝚈 𝙰𝙱𝙾𝚄𝚃 𝚆𝙷𝙾 𝙸 𝙰𝙼.

#ooc. / 𝚂𝚄𝙿𝙿𝙾𝚁𝚃 𝙼𝚈 𝙱𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙳 / self promo.#i've written one thing tonight and i plan on writing more #so therefore i deserve this

𝙿𝙴𝙴𝚃𝙰

“ aren’t they always? ” he murmurs in return, and already Peeta fits himself neatly into the dance of playing on the line. never smudging the unspoken agreements, never toeing over the social expectations discoloured voices spoke. whilst the hug forces his prosthesis to lock oddly at the knee, Peeta remains standing as firmly as he can, offering a hard pat on the back. a smile is returned. it’s as serpentine as the others. “ ah, you’re one of the upper district Victors aren’t you? sorry, i just can’t quite recall your name. ”

❝ bellerose ― vérité bellerose, ❞ but what’s in a name? especially one not of your own choosing. he offers youth a well - practiced pout, ❝ well, i can’t say i blame you ― there are just so many of us. ❞ too many, a thought that can be heard in statement’s exaggerated sigh. he himself one of many children pushed into a system of indoctrination, training && being told what an honor it will be to win. yet when all is said && done ― the only prizes that remain are scars && a lifetime spent under the capitol’s ravenous eye. ❝ taking a few moments away from your ‘better half’ to get some fresh air? ❞ long arm curls ‘round fellow victor’s shoulders to guide him in some new direction, an action that is neither friendly nor malicious in nature. ❝ surprising, given the apparent depths of your devotions to one another. ❞ is this a test? perhaps.

#entropay #ic. / 𝙰 𝙵𝙸𝙽𝙴 𝙴𝚇𝙰𝙼𝙿𝙻𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝙼𝙴𝚃𝙷𝙾𝙳 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙶 / reply.#v. / 𝙸 𝙼𝙾𝚅𝙴 𝙰𝚄𝚃𝙾𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻𝚈 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙻𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙻𝚈 / thg.#i said i'd be writing here tonight and i fuckin meant it #ugh i love these two so much #just a couple of snakes vibing out in the grass

verity is neither soft nor baby he’s just a rude ass bitch

#DFJHGKJDFG #AND THAT'S THAT ON THAT #his dash icon feels so appropriate whenever he says something mean kdfjghfdkhg #judgmental Bitch

VIBE CHECKS ARE STILL A THING.

tagged: i stole this from @renzao because i am actually a magpie. tagging: steal it from me, my fellow magpies.

#this is absolutely propaganda #verity is neither of those things #or is he? :eyes:

i was not joking when i said ‘over a thousand’

#the depth of my dedication to dwight knows no bounds

i just show up to send felix half a dozen memes before fucking off again

#i'm remaking icons for my other blog because i'm a moron #love remaking over a thousand icons #love that for me

where the McFuck(TM) is west??? ( aka — a much - needed blogroll )

MAIN BLOGS: i have these tabs open whenever i’m on the computer, i have dwight open on mobile. highest activity / where i’m most productive.

dwight fairfield. leader for the group of survivors from dead by daylight, my one true love muse - wise && probably my magnum opus from a ‘doing whatever the fuck i want && absolutely killing it’ standpoint. can be found at wholeads.

verity bellerose. a fandomless oc with too many verses && not enough writing to justify any of them. can be found at falseflesh.

SECONDARY BLOGS: i don’t have their tabs open all the time, mostly because i have the memory of a gnat, but i still think about them && go ‘oh yeah’ rip to them. medium to low activity / i’m only really here if a writing partner motivates me to be / the stars are aligning long enough for me to actually write here.

cerberus. an oc for detroit: become human because tbh i just love being self - indulgent && telling david cage to shove it where the sun don’t shine lmao, i literally had to make an icon for this post because i am just that good at running multiple blogs it seems. can be found at milletary.

shadow the hedgehog. yes i’m referring to that hedgehog, no i will not elaborate beyond ‘because i want to’ && you all know that’s a good enough reason for me. can be found at chaoshog.

tyrell wellick. that weird feral dough - faced capitalist from mr. robot who had a lot of potential but sam esmail had a point to make which i respect but also i love doing whatever the fuck i want && simply refuse to be stopped. can be found at jararengud.

general armitage hux. yes i fucking know he’s a fascist && yadda yadda yadda but also the mouse did a piss poor job giving him any depth or motivations to speak of && instead decided to make him a fucking joke so it’s my fucking job to make him a worthwhile character i guess. can be found at spitemole. NOTE: he’s a sideblog connected to my two main blogs.