i've kept my grief.

the house is a skeleton now. death lives in it and i no longer have an interest to visit. original character written by mizuki.

[grievent]

whatever dillon does, i follow. made a new multi. @silencelamb

[grievent]

dirtbeg​.

jack takes a sip. it’s not bad, per se, but definitely not his drink of choice. he tries not to let it show. “you’re like a senior citizen. kinda funny, actually.” he likes ben, despite their obvious differences. “you doing okay, man?”

    a sharp, quick chuckle comes from ben as he looks back to jack.   “    i guess you can say that.    i’m getting up there.    forty.    “    his eyebrows raise as he huffs at the notion.    at the end of the day, he will still have candy in his pocket.    “    today i am.    no telling how i’ll be tomorrow.    how about you?    “

[grievent]

whatever dillon does, i follow. made a new multi. @silencelamb

[grievent]

dirtbeg​.

“thanks.” he’s not a tea drinker, but he accepts the cup, trying to be courteous. “i’m actually feeling better today.” that’s a lie. 

    ben looks away, seemingly giving him privacy to the tea.    he fumbles around in his pockets, the faint sound of candy wrappers tussling around.    “    that’s good.    i have some peppermints here anyways, if you want them.    “

[grievent]

@dirtbeg​    starter call.

    “    peppermint.    if you’re feeling sick, peppermint will help or maybe some tea.    “

[grievent]

nevermind, im normal. like this for a starter!

[toadmemes]

* TRUE ROMANCE (1993) PROMPTS ,

you're so cool.

that's the way it goes, but don't forget, it goes the other way too.

but the dream was real and was to change our lives forever.

i eat every mother fucking thing.

there are seventeen different things a guy can do when he lies to give himself away.

if there's one thing this last week has taught me, it's better to have a gun and not need it than to need a gun and not have it.

you got a match?

don't condescend me, man.

do i look like a beautiful blonde with big big tits and an ass that tastes like french vanilla ice cream?

i'm gonna go jump in the tub and get all slippery and soapy.

i haven't killed anybody since 1984.

please shut up! i'm trying to come clean, okay?

i think what you did was so romantic.

what are you talking about?

why don't you sit yourself down and grab yourself an egg roll?

you wanna take me to a kung fu movie?

do you have any idea how much coke you have here?

i'm gonna show you what i mean with a little demonstration.

don't give me the finger, i'll fucking have you killed.

goddamn his soul to burn for eternity in fucking hell for making me get my hands dirty.

i'm getting angry asking the same question a second time.

that's the way romance is.

why are you telling me all this bullshit, huh?

i'm still a mystery to you.

i mean, he gets paid by people to fuck guys up.

i look back and am amazed that my thoughts were so clear and true.

you wanna fuck me?

it looks like she fell off the ugly tree and hit every branch on the way down.

have you seen your lovely little wife today?

i like you. always have. always will.

i don't have a pot to piss in or a window to throw it out.

every pimp in the world gets shot.

you just said you love me.

there's a difference, you know!

i know i'm pretty, but i ain't as pretty as a couple of titties.

did i do my part okay?

call me an ambulance.! somebody, call me an ambulance!

fuck you, i'm bleeding.

i'm sorry, i think you have the wrong room.

you can always take comfort in the fact you never had a choice.

you know, i don't believe you.

i'm not scared of you, i just don't like you.

getting slammed in the nose fucks you all up.

i'm just going to leave.

there was no way you could like me that much.

when it comes to relationships, i'm one-hundred percent monogamous.

i'll fucking kill you, man.

what is of major fucking importance is that i believe you.

we're all gonna die here.

look, i'd like to help you if i could.

hopefully it means we can cut out the part of the conversation where you're wondering how full of shit i am.

what we got here is a little game of show and tell.

you were cooler than cool.

you don't wanna show me nothing but you're telling me everything.

the first time you kill somebody, that's the hardest.

you know who i am?

my peace of mind is worth that much.

this no longer concerns me, right?

you got me in a vendetta kind of mood.

you tell the angels in heaven you never seen evil so singularly personified as you did in the face of the man who killed you.

i want you to know that i'm not damaged goods.

stop being so fucking calm about all this.

[stainedglassgardens]

My First Summer (Katie Found, 2020)

[grievent]

"getting slammed in the nose fucks you all up."

    “    yeah! i’ll say!    “ ben exclaims at the sight.    the door is wide open and there’s jack on the porch.    his face says that this is a regular occurrence and he isn’t here for help, maybe just to show off.    ben looks on with concern, almost frozen with not knowing what the next move will be.    while looking at jack, there’s drops of blood falling from his nose, creating a lipstick on his lips, and down his chin.    there’s drops of blood create a rhythmic tapping on the porch.

    ben grabs his arm to pull him inside.    “    get in here, you’re getting blood all over the porch!    “    he doesn’t say this to make him feel bad and there’s no inclination of ben being a clean freak, but because he’s reacting how connie would.    the horror on such a safe property fights with the possibility of harm.    he knows connie wouldn’t have liked that.    in fact, she would always be the caring one to patch up a wound and she did it well.    “    let me go get you a towel and some ice.    “

[grievent]

vihilum​.

“You’re not intruding,” the disruption was welcomed, stirred from being ensnared in a web of thoughts that led to profound feelings of guilt, “My mother,” he set the flowers down on her grave. He’d adjusted them over and over, couldn’t settle on their appearance, before deciding to just leave them be. Straightening up his posture to pivot towards the man, “It’s been a while since I’ve visited her,” he wished she was upset enough to argue, but he talked to the sky, and there came no answer. “You ever wait around for them to talk back?”

He didn’t know what he would want to hear, what he could manifest even if he could hear her voice. “Who were you visiting?” He settles on a bench in the shade, leaving enough room for the other to sit.

    there’s a soft smile given to the other, welcoming and also accepting that he isn’t intruding.    hand stuff themselves into his pockets as he looks at the grave that he’s standing in front of.    “    the flowers are beautiful,    “    he compliments them as he motions to set them down onto the grave.    of course, he’s a complete stranger to him, but he feels those flowers were picked perfectly for his mother.    the smile doesn’t go away, though, his question makes his heart drop.    eyes look to him, the smile struggling to stay present.    “    oh, all the time.    “    he isn’t alone, for once in what has felt like years, he isn’t alone.

    head shakes from the previous question, almost disregarding it entirely.    “    no one, yet.    i’m just trying to figure out where a good place to put her would be.    “    it pains him to talk about it, makes his stomach twist and turn and it feels like the day he found out all over again.    benjamin joins him on the bench, looking out at the cemetery.

[grievent]

benjamin realizes he’s a man and despite him being non-threatening and respectful, he knows not all will immediately see that in him and will see him as a threat just because he’s a man.    he tries to be as comforting around people as possible.

[grievent]

jupiter3​.

“i’m sorry, do i know you?”

she’s not quite scared, but give her a moment and she’ll get there. she backs up as he steps forward, a little dance between them, perfectly in step. there’s a slight prickling sensation, a feeling of someone else nearby, but she couldn’t know how it could be attached to him. couldn’t know it was coming from him. “i–you should, like, call some one if it’s an emergency. i’m not the person to rely on, here.” she pulls her phone from her pocket. “need this?”

    “    no, no you don’t.    and i’m really sorry for approaching you like this.    “    he apologizes profusely, too much that it may become frightening.    he gets it and he stays right where he is when he sees her step back.    he doesn’t want to be overbearing and he’ll leave if he needs to, but it’s something he needs to know the possibility of.    “    no, i need your help.    someone told me you can talk to those beyond this realm, right?    “    he hopes he has the right person.

[grievent]

rekant​.

     it’s kind of a funny question.  still, they’ll bite.

‘ it’s as good a name as any. ’  is what they say on their first try, softened by an airy little laugh.

‘ i made it up when i was fourteen. the e’s me. obviously. ’  and even that’s not the name they were born with  —  you could ask the same question about that, but it has a similar answer.  ‘ i didn’t want people to know who my parents were. and i wanted everyone to think i was a man. an eden could be anyone, but you take one look at me in the author’s portrait and decide i am certainly not a man  —  so i just don’t have one.  or a name.  i didn’t want the books to be about me  —  even, like, when they are.  so i took myself out of it. ’

they let their tone drift back to playful, less serious.  ‘  — why ben, huh? ’

    ben’s prone to asking such silly things; there’s a killer curiosity deep within him that he can’t ever shake away or get rid of.    so, that manifests in such innocent questioning.    he listens intently.    learning the history of someone no matter how small the fact is something he finds joy in.    “    it is,    “    he nods in agreement.    there’s a love in knowing what someone is, where they came from, how they created who they are as they stand before him,

    they’re precise with their reasoning and there doesn’t necessarily need to be.    ben looks at them and sees yet another soul deep within the world of socialites, an author caring more about their story and not their face.    “    i appreciate that.    i love reading stories and not about the author.    “    there’s a joking tone in his response and another laugh thereafter.

    “    mom decided it was a professional long name, a fun short name.    “

[weltenwellen]

Sylvia Plath, Winter Trees

[grievent]

She loved me sweet, I let it be. She’s taken nothing from me, just given.

[grievent]

@jupiter3​  starter call.

    benjamin approaches them, a clear vision of nervousness coating his face.    he doesn’t know if he’s asking for help out of desperation or if this is just some psychotic episode that makes it feel like it is.    going to the ends of the earth to have any inkling of his wife again makes him feel like he’s spiraling, but he never got to say goodbye.    he wants to say goodbye.

    “    c-can you help me? please?”

[grievent]

a lil starter call (: