devil's trill

SONATA. villain todoroki shoto by kaien. 

[halfher]

sukoushi‌.

IMAGINE THE MOON.  imagine saltwater spilling over shorelines only to ebb back into the yearning sea.  call it tide.  call it desperate,  unapologetic,  this swelling in her chest big enough to have its own gravity,  strong enough to coax him into her arms again.  rosy - fingers sift through his hair,  thumb cleansing the blood from his mottled crown.  her throat is alabaster,  bared.  she wants him,  his matchstick hands,  his tongue broken by light,  longing etched into its crevices.

love,  she’s learned,  is terrifying.  it is bruising and blasphemy,  her heart between clenched teeth,  but she will love him and forget the consequences just this once    —    tonight,  he can have everything.

and he wants her. between the flint and stone of his bite and the kerosene drenching her heart and the sulfur suffocating his. fire gently on the wings of a summer kite. fire,   crashing,   burning burning burning. he open - mouths a noose around her neck to match the one cradling his own. his kisses are selfish and they fold apology over her butterfly - pulse. his bite is a childish rage,   an inherited wrath. this is all the honesty he can allow himself ― blood and soft skin and a private eclipse. 

he says what he can’t aloud in every pucker and hopes she hears the words beneath her bared skin. 

[pleicdes]

45 beautiful untranslatable words prompt list

Send one and I will make a drabble or a starter for our characters based on the word.

Forelsket (Norwegian): The indescribable euphoria experienced as you begin to fall in love.

Tsundoku (Japanese): Leaving a book unread after buying it.

Pålegg (Norwegian): Anything and everything you can put on a slice of bread.

Wabi-Sabi (Japanese): Finding beauty in imperfections.

Trepverter (Yiddish): A witty comeback you think of only when it’s too late to use.

Komorebi (Japanese): The sunlight that filters through the leaves of the trees

Fika (Swedish): Gathering together to talk and take a break from everyday routines; either at a cafe or at home, often for hours on end.

Saudade (Portuguese): The feeling of longing for something or someone that you love and which is lost.

Kilig (Tagalog): The feeling of butterflies in your stomach, usually when something romantic takes place.

Commuovere (Italian): Often taken to mean “heartwarming,” but directly refers to a story that moved you to tears.

Luftmensch (Yiddish): Refers to someone who is a bit of a dreamer; literally, an “air person.”

Tretår (Swedish): A second refill or “threefill” of coffee.

Extrawunsch (German): Used to call someone who is slowing things down by being fussy.

Hiraeth (Welsh): A particular type of longing for the homeland or the romanticized past.

Mokita (Kivila): The truth everyone knows but agrees not to talk about.

Dapjeongneo (Korean): When somebody has already decided the answer they want to hear after asking a question, and are waiting for you to say that exact answer.

Waldeinsamkeit (German): The feeling of solitude, being alone in the woods, and a connectedness to nature.

Dépaysement (French): The feeling that comes from not being in one’s home country; being a foreigner.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The feeling of anticipation that leads you to keep looking outside to see if anyone is coming.

Jayus (Indonesian): An unfunny joke told so poorly that one cannot help but laugh.

Mamihlapinatapei (Yagan): The wordless, meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something, but are both reluctant to do so.

Verschlimmbessern (German): To make something worse when trying to improve it.

Schadenfreude (German): The feeling of joy or pleasure when one sees another fail or suffer misfortune.

Fernweh (German): Feeling homesick for a place you have never been to.

Tingo (Pascuense): To gradually steal all the possessions out of a neighbor’s house by borrowing and not returning.

Pochemuchka (Russian): A person who asks too many questions.

Gökotta (Swedish): To wake up early in the morning with the purpose of going outside to hear the first birds sing.

Bakku-shan (Japanese): A beautiful girl— as long as she’s being looked at from behind.

Shlimazl (Yiddish): A chronically unlucky person.

Hanyauku (Rukwangali): The act of walking on tiptoes across warm sand.

Prozvonit (Czech): To call someone’s cell phone only to have it ring once so that the other person has to call back, allowing the caller to not spend money on minutes.

Iktsuarpok (Inuit): The frustration of waiting for someone to turn up.

Utepils (Norwegian): To sit outside on a sunny day and enjoy a beer.

Culaccino (Italian): The mark left on a table by a moist glass.

Age-otori (Japanese): To look worse after a haircut.

Toska (Russian): A sensation of great spiritual anguish, often without a specific cause; a longing with nothing to long for.

Tartle (Scottish): The act of hesitating while introducing someone because you’ve forgotten their name.

Cafuné (Brazilian Portueguese): The act of tenderly running one’s fingers through someone’s hair.

Torschlusspanik (German): The fear of diminishing opportunities as one ages.

Hyggelig (Danish): A warm, friendly, cozy demeanor.

L’appel du vide (French): Literally translated to “the call of the void”; contextually used to describe the instinctive urge to jump from high places.

Ya’aburnee (Arabic): A declaration of one’s hope that they’ll die before another person because of how unbearable it would be to live without them.

Duende (Spanish): The mysterious power that a work of art has to deeply move a person.

Sobremesa (Spanish): After-lunch conversation around the table.

Abbiocco (Italian): drowsiness from eating a big meal.

credits

[jyyink]

猫好き

[halfher]

blstys‌.

all  things  beautiful  cease  to  stay  that  way  but  here,  in  this  twilit  evening  it  is  always  summer.  warm  hands  glide,  familiar  and  slow  —  palms  flush  with  the  innocent  intent  of  compassion.  katsuki  melts  into  them,  lifts  thumb  to  trace  the  outline  of  a  smile  like  a  pearl  necklace.  he  wears  the  feeling  of  it  around  his  neck.  where  he’s  most  vulnerable.  trades  the  privileged  for  a  kiss.  the  fleeting  brevity  of  one  that  does  not  need  to  linger  —  that  knows  more  will  follow  close  behind  it  in  the  future.

❛  people  change,  ❜  he  says,  firm  in  its  kindness.   ❛  i  don’t  think  it’s  a  bad  thing.  to  change.  to  be  known.  ❜

he  used  to  —  until  the  world  unfurled  to  show  it  is  full  up  with  Bad  Things  much  worse  than  letting  your  heart  seek  itself  in  company.  katsuki  forgets  to  remember  them  for  now,  busy.  hands  idle  through  white - locks,  rest  on  the  side  of  a  neck,  a  cheek.  lazy  head  in  his  lap  held  like  precious  ripe  peach  between  his  own  palms.  he  mulls  over  the  answer  he’s  given  again,  just  as  lazy.   ❛  do  you  know  me,  then ?  ❜  it  is  a  knock - off  of  the  real  question  that  hovers  behind  crimson,  secret.  do  you  think  i’m  a  bad  person?

shoto sits up and smuggles a smile into a kiss. he smuggles white teeth and a curling tongue and a petal - eating bite into chocolate cosmos against katsuki’s throat. he soothes the pulse with a lick and some purpling — hoping the hickey will become his haunting. “   people change,   “ he murmurs affirmation. 

his hands,   fisted — blossoming after budding — open and slide up katsuki’s bare biceps. he’s gentle in the stillness of three a.m. suffocating. akin to burrowing beneath a white duvet and breathing wet and heavy. akin to a single footprint in sand. akin to a tide,   erasing it’s presence. he’s shying in a coy urge to nip katsuki’s cheek. “   i know you. you’re the wrinkle in the corner of my eyes when i smile. you’re a salmon - sunrise. you’re a summer festival. you’re my hunger. you’re my meal.   “ he settles for stroking katsuki’s cheek instead. his thumb is blister - carved. 

“   you’re that first drag of a cigarette. a - a — - do i need to go on? i know you. better than i know myself,   for sure.   “

[halfher]

scaretactik‌.

  Strawberry starburst and jolly rancher candies do not contest the sweetness she carries. And when she leaves, jawbreakers are spit out only for the flesh within your cheeks to be sucked raw from her sour aftertaste. It’s pure honeyrot; strategic rule of reason that girls learn early on to keep their kisses sealed like valentine’s chocolate and their spoonfed hearts popped; bubblegum summers were just never the same afterwards.

  But those monochrome romances are nothing but old news, anyways. Here in this modern romance, Nooni’s chosen her own victim to stick with- guns him down daily with messy morning hair and cheeky pickup lines. Here lies two sides of a star aiming to strike the earth in utter travesty out of passion, if not decay–  their double-suicide serving as a forbidden lover’s quarrel.  And between the palms of their interlaced fingers leaves a letter, perfect-prose, not a syllable skipped out of a final request that their coffin is fit for two. 

  And she’s always wanted to know how it feels to be the doting schoolgirl wanting her happily-ever-after princess book tale. Shouto plants kisses on her freckles like flowers, clusters of a garden she’s begun to believe have only sprouted more seeds to litter her skin ( and it’s overwhelming, because now they’ve both shaped the meaning of touch-starved ), to which doesn’t stop him only goads him on more. More, more– from gloss to teeth-on-teeth she pulls back and holds her palm over his lips with a full on snickering as her other hand clutches the white of his sleeve. The clumsiness of it all was only part of the experience, and yet Nooni stops the ongoing warmth of red plastering her cheeks, neck, and shoulders. “ Yeeeees, but quit being so tense about it! You’re such a – ” Cute boyfriend. Shy boyfriend. Smelling-good-but-I-won’t-point-that-out-yet-Boyfriend with a capital B.

  From his mouth, Nooni’s touch goes to roam his ( soft, pretty, silky ) hair, the sole reason being that she likes watching how combing through his wispy bangs only serves to fold them back ( completely on their own, at that! ) neatly into place. Just above his eyes. “ –Loser. But that’s.. why I like you. You’re someone I can never wrap my head around, and it’s– part of the charm. ”

he kisses at her palm too — the salt - sweat on it taste like sugar,   tasting her on parted lips,   wind - chapped lips,   inviting the trembling uncertainty of first - love into him. bless his boyhood jaw and spine for a slight smile and shoulders curling towards her,   exhaling a breath for her to inhale. she steals his breath literally and figuratively. like the sun and the moon and it’s bone - tugging orbit towards her. he calls it love. 

she pinkens him a nice shade of coral or fairy - sunset. he’d like to talk her on a walk along a beach beneath that dying. thinks they’d sit on the pier and eat ice cream and he’d lick her lips sticky and wouldn’t that be romantic? moth - dusted,   moth - drawn,   his nose presses against hers in a sweet ( not as sweet as her! ) eskimo kiss — a mimicry of affection he saw once on the television. “   i can’t help it. this is my first kiss. i have no clue what i’m doing.   “ this is a boy still learning how to love gently. this is a boy unlearning love as teeth cutting into a woman’s soft throat,   fucking her into something  lovely. he speaks fluently in anger but his tongue clumsily clicks along the roof of his mouth in something he hopes is soft in slow ebbs. 

“   am i doing okay?   “ impatient is he — he doesn’t wait for an answer before his lips are on hers again. his teeth clank against hers before he pulls back,   probably only a centimeter ( he’s not willing to part from her ),   and swallows down her sugar - syrup. his hands flutter to the butterfly - pulse of her neck and he can feel her on his lips — the taste the taste the taste — like blueberry pancakes or fruity pebbles or — or — or. his palms are sweaty and kind on her throat,   choking her with peach intimacy,   lovely. he wants to be on her tongue. he wants to be behind her ribs. he is the gold dagger and he hopes she feels him in her heart. hopes he melts in there,   folded into her chest. 

he’ll take her and lay her on rose - moss between pixie rings and overgrown oak trees. they’ll live like ghost in the forest and sleep on meadow grass and wildflowers — and eat petals and each other and it’ll always be enough. just them,   existing. sown her name with a single birdfeather into his wrist. his tongue traces the cupid’s bow of her top lip. 

[halfher]

@scaretactik​

he thinks her beautiful even down to the hangnails jeweling her fingers — place them between his parted lips and he’ll inhale her and rip the skin from her bone. eat it. he’ll exhale her flowers from his open mouth — she is eternity and he is in love with her almost religiously. he thinks — kissing her would be like kissing a deity. like rubbing his lips roughly against stained glass on sunlit - fire,   scenting burning sulfur on his tongue. ( she makes hell taste holy. ) 

he’s staring now — at lips pink as her blush - eyes. a mouth he’d like to savor in his. aged wine,   rich wine. god,   he wants to drink her up. say thank you,   thank you,   from his knees,   from his humble cower. he snatches her hand with his mangled grip. she is so soft. so is a viper’s belly. 

he bares his neck for her. his carotid artery pulses. 

her skin against his seeps in slowly,   like morning sun through a sheer curtain. he warms to her slowly,   just like he wakes. he thinks they’re breathing in tandem now,   as if they share a single set of lungs and as he presses his lips to hers,   he inhales the air in her throat. he’s trying to feed himself from the table of her tongue. his teeth take a seat on her bottom lip,   hesitantly,   before he pulls back just a centimeter. “   is this okay?   “

[halfher]

@scaretactik thanks i’m gay

[halfher]

@blstys​

𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 / ‘ do you know who you are ? ’

rage. he used to be rage and you’ve ruined his life. you’ve ruined everything in the season of peaches with wilted skin and sugared rot,   and can you see? his plum - anger glowing in the dusk? pluck a pink fruit. skin it. tell him how it taste. “   i thought i used to,   “ he talks slurred in the dark. he talks skinned and unripe. he talks thick and slow like maple syrup. “   but i’m not so sure now.   “ the warm flesh of his palm moves over the flesh of katsuki’s elbow slowly like they have all the time in the world instead of a few muted hours of night. his mouth molds a smile nobody taught him how to make ( that’s — - that’s not right. katsuki taught him how to — wide and pearly. ) and his tongue lets out words much too gently,   a honey - dewed hymn. when shoto exhales,   it sounds like mourning / morning. he feels like an open wound and this kindness leaves him aching. “   i don’t know myself nearly as well as i thought — not nearly as well as you know me.   “

[halfher]

blstys‌.

    moms  tells  their  babies  growing  up  that  nothing  hurts  worse  than  the  first  heart  break  but  oh,  how  they’re  wrong.  it  hurts  worse  the  second  time.  turns  organs  into  stones  and  sinks  them  into  the  pit  of  acid  stomachs.  butterflies  die  trying  to  escape,  suffocate  until  fluttering  wings  tire,  then  lay  down  to  die.  bakugou  shakes  them  loose,  all  their  ghosts  haunting  the  walls  of  him.  all  sweet  things  sour  on  the  way  back  up.

    i  loved…  love  you,  katsuki.

    i  knew  that,  i  know.  it’s  not  enough.  it's  never  enough.  love !  what  the  fuck  has  it  ever  been  good  for?  it  doesn’t  save  anyone.

    i  still  have  to  make  a  choice,  katsuki.

    you  did.  remember,  don’t  you?  you  picked  me  first.

    and  i  don’t  choose  you.

    i  knew  that.  i  know.

    “ no  one  ever  does.  so  fucking  what.  you  think  that  makes  you  special?  you  come  back  just  to  say  that?  as  if  it’s  supposed  to  fucking  hurt  me?  as  if  it  fucking  matters  after  how  long  you’ve  been  gone?  you’re  just  like  everyone  i’ve  ever  known.  take  your  choice  and  fuck  off. ”  who’s  the  liar  now,  katsuki.  always  choking  on  the  pride  unswallowed.  

    “ crawl  back  to  your  gutter - rotten  brother  and  keep  telling  yourself  that  blood  matters  more  than  opening  your  fucking  eyes.  your  father’s  blood,  too,  remember.  you  aren’t  just  made  up  of  ice. ”  venom  poisoned  tongue.  this  he  does  swallow.  hopes  it  does  what  it  promises,  unlike  everyone  else.  romeo  and  juliet  were  never  supposed  to  have  a  happy  ending.  tragedies  were  never  poetic.  sho  was  right  about  one  thing,  huh.  dead  flowers  are  just  dead.  dead  things  stay  dead.

    “  there’s  nothing  protecting  you  now,  todoroki.  when  you  end  up  like  your  dear  fucked - up  dad,  don’t  come  crawling  back  to  me,  love.  don’t  come  back  at  all. ”

katsuki is — - a plague. a blessing. thorns on a rose and so beautiful and spiteful and red. shoto learned how to see the tenderness in those blood - colored petals over time. no matter how many times shoto tried to disavow this infatuation though,   he couldn’t drag his eyes away from the soft dip in perianth,   every bit of kind give. a bulb so wonderful that shoto made a throne out of even katsuki’s thorns;   the blood dripping down his temples didn’t bother him. 

that’s love,   he thinks. and katsuki’s words sting. they taste heavy like salt in the air. his eyes water. he hopes katsuki doesn’t notice. roses wilting into wine. tangy and bitter - sweet. “   i’m not like my father.   “ he sounds like a broken dog. whimpering something pathetic. he doesn’t think he even has the energy to lick his wounds. “   but i suppose i deserve that,   don’t i? i’ve been cruel to you.   “ giving a mutt a strangled death. he dies slowly,   like an oil spill,   and silently. crying. 

dead things should stay dead.

“   i’m still being cruel. but it’s just — - you,   babe,   “ the endearment slips out of habit. of stowed away want. “   there’s something like a fishhook embedded into my cheek and no matter how far i go,   i just end up reeled back in.   “ a smile rots into blooming on his face. it’s not a happy one. his teeth sink into his bottom lip with a sigh. he used to use these teeth to leave mismatched bruises into katsuki’s shoulder. these teeth still help form all the wrong words. these teeth that only seem good for biting. 

“   i shouldn’t of come but i couldn’t help myself. loving you isn’t like drowning — loving you is like breathing for the first time.  

                        i’m suffocating without you.   “

[halfher]

‘ i get the feeling that you’ll never need me again . ’

@blstys

oh!   he wishes he could set his open mouth upon katsuki’s aching. kiss a sorry onto those tense shoulders / drag his lips across arms broad as mountains. ( but can he make it to the peak? ) he craves a sort of pagan devotion,   solstice — ritualistically bleeding opium honey and sweet ale into katsuki’s mouth. he’d tell stories underneath the moon,   too. say,   i taste you on my tongue always and being apart from you feels like i’ve severed my own feet off with a butcher knife. 

say,   i’ll always need you,   like the tide needs the moon. 

this world is really cruel but shoto doesn’t deserve to let his tears fall. 

his skin heats a pale fire. pink - cherry - sweet. he is a moth and katsuki is a streetlamp — and he can’t help but to smile and flit a gentle palm over the protruding bone of katsuki’s wrist. katsuki’s skin isn’t soft — rather,   coarse and scar - nicked — but he feels like home and shoto — - “   i will never not need you.   “ that admission is all he can allow himself. 

[littlelovelymemes]

*    𝐅𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐄  𝐋𝐘𝐑𝐈𝐂  𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 .

*  all  starters / lyrics  taken  from  the  harry  styles  album  fine  line .

GOLDEN .

‘  i  know  you  were  way  too  bright  for  me .  ’

‘  i’m  hopeless ,  broken .  ’

‘  you’re  so  golden .  ’

‘  i’m  out  of  my  head .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  scared .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  scared  because  hearts  get  broken .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  be  alone .  ’

‘  i  can  feel  you  take  control  of  who  i  am .  ’

‘  loving  you  is  the  antidote .  ’

WATERMELON  SUGAR .

‘  tastes  like  strawberries .  ’

‘  it’s  so  wonderful  and  warm .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  if  i  could  ever  go  without .  ’

‘  baby ,  you’re  the  end  of  june .  ’

‘  i  want  your  belly  and  that  summer  feeling .  ’

‘  breathe  me  in ,  breathe  me  out .  ’

‘  i  just  wanna  taste  it .  ’

ADORE  YOU .

‘  i  get  so  lost  inside  your  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  you  love  me .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  nothing .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  say  you’re  mine .  ’

‘  i’d  walk  through  fire  for  you .  ’

‘  just  let  me  adore  you .  ’

‘  lately  you’ve  been  on  my  mind .  ’

‘  just  let  me  adore  you  like  it’s  the  only  thing  i’ll  ever  do .  ’

LIGHTS  UP .

‘  what  do  you  mean ?  ’

‘  i’m  sorry ,  by  the  way .  ’

‘  can’t  you  see ?  i  could ,  but  wouldn’t  stay .  ’

‘  it’d  be  so  sweet  if  things  just  stayed  the  same .  ’

‘  all  the  lights  couldn’t  put  out  the  dark  running  through  my  heart .  ’

‘  do  you  know  who  you  are ?  ’

‘  i’m  not  ever  going  back .  ’

CHERRY .

‘  don’t  you  call  him  ‘ baby ’ .  ’

‘  we’re  not  talking  lately .  ’

‘  don’t  you  call  him  what  you  used  to  call  me .  ’

‘  i  confess  i  can  tell  that  you  are  at  your  best .  i’m  so  selfish  for  hating  it .  ’

‘  i’m  so  selfish  for  hating  it .  ’

‘  i  noticed  that  there’s  a  piece  of  you  in  how  i  dress .  ’

‘  take  it  as  a  compliment .  ’

‘  i  just  miss  your  accent  and  your  friends .  do  you  know  i  still  talk  to  them ?  ’

FALLING .

‘  i’m  in  my  bed  and  you’re  not  here .  ’

‘  there’s  no  one  to  blame  but  the  drink  and  my  wandering  hands .  ’

‘  forget  what  i  said .  it’s  not  what  i  meant  and  i  can’t  take  it  back .  ’

‘  i  can’t  unpack  the  baggage  for  you .  ’

‘  what  am  i  now ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  someone  i  don’t  want  around ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  down ?  what  if  i’m  out ?  ’

‘  what  if  i’m  someone  you  won’t  talk  about ?  ’

‘  you  said  you  care ,  and  you  missed  me  too .  ’

‘  it  kills  me  because  i  know  we’ve  run  out  of  things  we  can  say .  ’

‘  i  get  the  feeling  that  you’ll  never  need  me  again .  ’

TO  BE  SO  LONELY .

‘  don’t  blame  me  for  falling .  ’

‘  i  was  just  a  little  boy .  ’

‘  don’t  blame  the  drunk  caller .  ’

‘  you  can’t  blame  me ,  darling .  not  even  a  little  bit .  ’

‘  i’m  just  an  arrogant  son  of  a  bitch  who  can’t  admit  when  he’s  sorry .  ’

‘  don’t  call  me  ‘ baby ’  again .  ’

‘  you  got  your  reasons .  ’

‘  i  know  that  you’re  trying  to  be  friends ,  i  know  you  mean  it .  ’

‘  it’s  hard  for  me  to  go  home .  ’

‘  i  just  hope  you  see  me  in  a  little  better  light .  ’

‘  do  you  think  it’s  easy  being  the  jealous  kind ?  ’

‘  i  miss  the  shape  of  your  lips .  ’

‘  you’ll  win .  it’s  just  a  trick .  ’

‘  this  is  it ,  so  i’m  sorry .  ’ 

SHE .

‘  he’s  thinking  of  you ,  like  all  of  us  do .  ’

‘  you  live  in  daydreams  with  me .  ’

‘  you’re  the  first  one  that  i  see  and  i  don’t  know  why .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  who  she  is .  ’

‘  i  don’t  know  where  she  is .  ’

SUNFLOWER ,  VOL.  6 .

‘  my  eyes  want  you  more  than  a  melody .  ’

‘  let  me  inside .  ’

‘  wish  i  could  get  to  know  you .  ’

‘  i  was  just  tongue - tied .  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  make  you  feel  bad .  ’

‘  i’ve  been  trying  hard  not  to  talk  to  you .  ’

‘  i  don’t  wanna  make  you  feel  bad ,  but  i’ve  been  trying  hard  not  to  talk  to  you .  ’

‘  i  couldn’t  want  you  any  more .  ’

‘  tired  eyes  are  the  death  of  me .  ’

CANYON  MOON .

‘  so  hard  to  leave  it ,  that’s  what  i  always  do .  ’

‘  i’ll  be  gone  too  long  from  you .  ’

‘  two  weeks  and  i’ll  be  home .  ’

‘  i’m  going  home .  ’

TREAT  PEOPLE  WITH  KINDNESS .

‘  maybe  we  can  find  a  place  to  feel  good .  ’

‘  we  can  treat  people  with  kindness .  ’

‘  i’ve  got  a  good  feeling .  ’

‘  if  we’re  here  long  enough ,  they’ll  sing  a  song  for  us .  ’

‘  i  don’t  need  all  the  answers .  ’

‘  if  we’re  here  long  enough ,  we’ll  see  it’s  all  for  us .  ’

‘  it’s  just  another  day .  ’

‘  and  if  our  friends  all  pass  away ,  it’s  okay .  ’

FINE  LINE .

‘  put  a  price  on  emotion ,  i’m  looking  for  something  to  buy .  ’

‘  you’ve  got  my  devotion .  ’

‘  man ,  i  can  hate  you  sometimes .  ’

‘  you’ve  got  my  devotion ,  but  man ,  i  can  hate  you  sometimes .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  fight  you .  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  to  sleep  in  the  dirt .  ’

‘  we’ll  all  be  a  fine  line .  ’

‘  there  are  things  that  we’ll  never  know .  ’

‘  you  sunshine ,  you  temptress …  ’

‘  i’ll  try  to  shake  this  soon .  ’

‘  spreading  you  open  is  the  only  way  of  knowing  you .  ’

‘  we’ll  be  alright .  ’

[halfher]

@cursedintent​  

RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS / ❝You still get to be the hero.❞

like a thousand locust,   there’s a low hum in his ears. they devour behind his eyes. eat,   eat,   eat. and,   well,   at least his broken flesh is useful for something. ( it wasn’t useful for loving,   for tending. ) his cheeks ripening sick redgold,   blending with the angry scar across his face. this hero speaks like how his mother pours tea,   both comforting and unnerving. shoto thinks he can even hear a kettle whistle. “   what bullshit.   “ his voice is like leaves in autumn,   crunching under feet. dying for winter. “   there’s nobody for me to save now.   “ furled angels beneath his tongue / furious. 

“   what goddamned bullshit.   “ him a hero! he can let down people just like religion — god — let him down. crunch the bones of those needing saved between his teeth and let them see how redemption looks from the back of his throat. 

he hopes it’s pitch - black. 

[halfher]

HELLO,   starter call ♡

[halfher]

aoiiryoku‌.

  @halfher​ --- sc.

        Having been quiet for a while with azure hues merely caressing over the familiar form, watching those ever youthful features, the features that shouldn’t be here, but despite that were. They almost looked lost and Dabi, not for the first time wanted - at least a small part of him - for Shoto to be anywhere, but here.

                                                         “  What’s on your mind ?  “

left partly scarred lips calmly as he casually sat down beside the other while placing a plastic wrapped sandwich before Shoto.

dabi has a voice not unlike a fishing - hook — curls underneath his chin and cranes his neck,   meeting eyes like shoto’s own. his own voice,   soft as a ghost,   replies,   “   nothing.   “ he pauses. “   everything.   “ and his silence — - it’s like a haunting. he takes the sandwich offered in fingers too frozen to even rot. wonders if a dead - boy like him actually even needs to eat. 

he takes a bite anyways. it’s sub par,   but,   “   thank you.   “   he appreciates it. it’s something soft,   between family and love,   that they weave through themselves. ice cream melting and pooling in summer. 

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RICHARD SIKEN SENTENCE STARTERS [EXTENDED]

– So I really liked the original meme here, so much that I ended up buying the poet’s book Crush to read. 

Inspiration hit and here are 79 lines, categorized by poem. Feel free to change pronouns and any names!

SCHEHERAZADE

❝Tell me about the dream where we pull the bodies out of the lake and dress them in warm clothes again.❞ ❝Look at the light through the windowpane. That means it’s noon, that means we’re inconsolable.❞ ❝Tell me how all this, and love too, will ruin us.❞ ❝Tell me we’ll never get used to it.❞

DIRTY VALENTINE

❝There’s a part in the movie where you can see right through the acting, where you can tell that I’m about to burst into tears.❞ ❝I swallow your heart and it crawls right out of my mouth.❞ ❝You swallow my heart and flee, but I want it back now, baby. I want it back.❞ ❝I’m sorry. We know how it works. The world is no longer mysterious.❞

LITTLE BEAST

❝I like him and I want to be like him, my hands no longer an afterthought.❞ ❝Someone once told me than explaining is an admission of failure.❞ ❝I’m sure you remember, I was on the phone with you, sweetheart.❞ ❝History repeats itself.❞ ❝There are many names in history but none of them are ours.❞ ❝You could drown in those eyes, I said.❞ ❝But damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills.❞ ❝What would you like? I’d like my money’s worth.❞ ❝Sorry about the blood in your mouth. I wish it was mine.❞     ❝I couldn’t get the boy to kill me, but I wore his jacket for the longest time.❞

SEASIDE IMPROVISATION

❝Tell me you love this, tell me you’re not miserable.❞ ❝You do the math, you expect the trouble.❞ ❝Draw a circle with a piece of chalk. Imagine standing in a constant cone of light. Imagine surrender. Imagine being useless.❞ ❝A stone on the path means the tea’s not ready, a stone in the hand means somebody’s angry.❞ ❝The stone inside you still hasn’t hit bottom.❞

THE TORN-UP ROAD

❝There is no way to make this story interesting.❞ ❝I want to tell you this story without having to confess anything, without having to say that I ran out into the street to prove something.❞ ❝Tell me we’re dead and I’ll love you even more.❞ ❝And he knew it wasn’t going to be okay, and he told me it wasn’t going to be okay.❞ ❝But the minutes don’t stop.❞ ❝And words, little words, words too small for any hope or promise, not really soothing but soothing nonetheless.❞

LITANY IN WHICH CERTAIN THINGS ARE CROSSED OUT

❝You will be alone always and then you will die.❞ ❝So maybe I wanted to give you something more than a catalog of non-definitive acts, something other than the desperation.❞ ❝I’m sorry I came to your party and seduced you and left you bruised and ruined, you poor sad thing.❞ ❝You want a better story. Who wouldn’t?❞ ❝I can tell you already think I’m the dragon, that would be so like me, but I’m not. I’m not the dragon. I’m not the princess either.❞ ❝Who am I? I’m just a writer. I write things down. I walk through your dreams and invent the future.❞ ❝And yes, I swallow glass, but that comes later.❞ ❝Shut up. I’m getting to it.❞ ❝For a while I thought I was the dragon.❞ ❝Okay, so I’m the dragon. Big deal.❞ ❝You still get to be the hero.❞ ❝What more do you want?❞ ❝Are you there, sweetheart? Do you know me?❞ ❝Here is the repeated image of the lover destroyed.❞ ❝There is something underneath the floorboards.❞ ❝I arrived in the city and you met me at the station, smiling in a way that made me frightened.❞ ❝This doesn’t look that much different from home.❞ ❝Love, for you, is more than the usual romantic love. It’s like a religion. It’s terrifying.❞ ❝Okay, if you’re so great, you do it–❞ ❝Unfortunately, we don’t have that kind of time.❞ ❝I have told you where I’m coming from, so put it together.❞ ❝When I say this, it should mean laughter, not poison.❞

A PRIMER FOR THE SMALL WEIRD LOVES

❝And you know that a boy who likes boys is a dead boy, unless he keeps his mouth shut, which is what you didn’t do.❞ ❝Because you are weak and hollow and it doesn’t matter anymore.❞ ❝And the boy who loves you the wrong way is filthy.❞

UNFINISHED DUET

❝He wants to be tender and merciful.❞ ❝He meaning you.❞ ❝Do you love yourself?❞ ❝I don’t have to answer that.❞ ❝It should matter.❞

I HAD A DREAM ABOUT YOU

❝I don’t think I can take this much longer.❞ ❝In the dream I don’t tell anyone, you put your head in my lap.❞ ❝In these dreams it’s always you: the boy in the sweatshirt, the boy on the bridge, the boy who always keeps me from jumping off the bridge.❞ ❝Oh, the things we invent when we are scared and want to be rescued.❞ ❝I borrowed your shoes and didn’t put them away.❞ ❝You didn’t show up. I kept waiting.❞

STRAW HOUSE, STRAW DOG

❝You have a cold cold smile.❞ ❝Watch me, just watch me.❞ ❝I swallowed crushed ice pretending it was glass.❞ ❝I don’t really blame you for being dead but you can’t have your sweater back.❞ ❝You can sleep now, you said. You said that. I had a dream where you said that. Thanks for saying that. You weren’t supposed to.❞

PLANET OF LOVE

❝And you play along, because you want to die for love, you always have.❞

WISHBONE

❝You saved my life. I owe you, I owe you everything.❞ ❝Let’s not talk about it, let’s just not talk.❞ ❝Don’t bother. You never mean it anyway, not really, and it only makes me that much more ashamed.❞ ❝Please, for just one night, will you lie down next to me, we can leave our clothes on, we can stay all buttoned up…❞ ❝Do you see what I mean? Do you see what I’m getting at?❞ ❝If you love me, _____ , you don’t love me in a way I understand.❞ ❝Do you want to go home now?❞

[halfher]

blstys‌.

      be  fair,  hero.  be  kind  and  understanding.  use  your  heart  to  save,  save,  save.  oh,  but  his  heart  is  angry.  it  was  taken  from  him  —  again,  again.  crimson  flit  to  grey,  blue,  split.  again.  mourning !  what  a  stupid,  small  death  love  leaves  in  the  hollows  of  his  chest.  rotten  fruit  still  clinging  to  a  peach  pit.  plant  it.  bury  it.  don’t  let  the  water  seep  deep  enough  to  nurture  it  any  further.  let  it  die.  let  it  die.  let  it.

“  right  —  “  scoffed  through  bared  teeth,  these  too  buried  behind  flesh  when  the  smile  swallows  itself.  anger  tries  to  swallow  the  pain  it  leaves  behind,  too.  only  takes  a  bite.  “ — can’t  get  in  the  way  of  your  fucking  family.  ”  

      but  hadn’t  he?  wasn’t  he  supposed  to  be.  hadn’t  he  been  apart  of  something  so  close  to…  apology  saccharine,  dipped  in  raw  honey  —  not  the  false  front  of  a  crumbling  church  facade.  jaw  squares,  tightens.  eyes  close,  pressed.  katsuki  shakes  the  belief  from  his  head.  sorry  is  not  enough.  used  again,  all  to  get  a  step  ahead.  it’s  what  a  hero  like  him  deserves,  isn’t  it? 

      “ you  just  abandon  me  instead.  what  good  is  sorry.  fuck  that. ”

like a plum left to the sun,   he rots,   until he’s something even rats turn their nose up at. riddled with worms. mold cradled. ( but oh,   he remembers when he was ripe and katsuki pulled his skin back with marble teeth / a kiss. sunk his open mouth on his skin and ate him up. ) “   that’s not fair,   “ the wispy wane of his voice is a hymn for only katsuki’s ears. it’s a fragility he’d never let anybody else witness from him. “   you don’t — - you don’t understand what touya has sacrificed for me,   katsuki. it’s not fair for me to have to choose between my brother and you.   “

there’s a prayer etched into the curl of his lips — a plead in the tears pooling in his spread eyes. aching smeared over his skin with a butter knife — a knife between his teeth. a knife plunged into his chest. the handle is clutched in his palms. 

he’s stabbing himself in the heart. 

“   it’s not fair.   “ has it ever been? he thinks about his father’s fist and his mother’s swollen eyes. he thinks about the first of his skins out the womb,   something soft. his naked heart. only a want of being dressed in love. he thinks about how monsters are made. how he was made. say monstrous. say angel. say fallen. life has never been fair.

but he really wishes it was.  

“   you told me once that i would never lie to spare your feelings,   but that i would lie to spare my own. that i’m too selfish to spare any but my own. and — -

            you’re right,   but you’re also wrong. i lied and said i never loved you,   that i was pretending,   and that wasn’t for you. it was to make it easier on me. i thought maybe,   maybe if i convinced myself that i didn’t love you,   there wouldn’t be a choice to begin with but — - but i loved... love you,   katsuki. and if you believed i didn’t love you then it would have made this easier. because i still have to make a choice,   katsuki,   and i don’t choose you.   “

[fumira]

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