❛ SHOULD I LET HIM LEARN? LET HIM BURN? LET HIM BURN! ( 🔥 🔥 🔥 ) ( personals plz don’t re.blog. )
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❛ SHOULD I LET HIM LEARN? LET HIM BURN? LET HIM BURN! ( 🔥 🔥 🔥 ) ( personals plz don’t re.blog. )
Can you reblog/like this if you don't mind late responses
What I mean by this is if I become really busy and can’t respond to all of my rps, I want to know that it’s okay that I respond when I have the time. Some people easily lose interest in threads and will drop them if they become too old, which is why I’d like to know who is okay with me responding whenever.
I survived but I paid for it.
Hamilton, “The World was Wide Enough” (via simplyonehellofahokage)
I hope no one lowkey hates me. Highkey hate me. Hate me with every fiber of your being. Go big or go home
Basic Angst Starters
because sometimes what’s left to the imagination is much more terrifying.
“Are you feeling alright? You don’t look it.” “I just heard something… Something bad…” “Why didn’t you tell me about this?!” “What’s all this blood?!” “Will you tell me what the fuck is going on?” “Don’t give me that look! It wasn’t my fault!” “You should probably sit down for this.” “Please tell me you forgive me!” “I can’t live without you!” “Oh god, It was a mistake coming here… I’m sure of it.” “What the hell happened to you?!” “Where have you been?! I’ve been waiting for hours!” “You promised you wouldn’t do this anymore!” “I knew not to trust you!” “What’s that in your bag…? Is that–? Tell me it’s not!” “Is this what a dislocated shoulder feels like?!” “How could you do this to me?!” “Wake up! Wake up!!! You’re having a nightmare!” “I feel weird… what was in that drink…?” “I don’t want to leave you, but you’re not really giving me another option.” “Please… you’re scaring me…” “Ssh, I heard something again. How aren’t you hearing it? It was loud… and getting closer.” “Are you okay in there? You’ve been so quiet.” “I came as soon as I could! Did he/she get to you already?” “I don’t know whether I want to do this. I don’t know whether I CAN do this.” “Do you remember anything?” “You have to tell me who did this to you!” “No, no, I’m not alright. I’m definitely not alright.” “What’s your fucking problem?!” “Are you crying?” “You’re freaking me out! Please calm down!” “I’m leaving. And I’m not intending to come back.” “You… are dying?” “Did you drink the whole bottle while tripping? Seriously?” “Do you have a deathwish or something? Jesus!” “Ever been held at gunpoint? Want to know what it feels like?” “Stop screaming! Shh, calm down! You have to keep quiet!” “When’s the last time you slept?”.
My apologies for not getting to replies yet! Grad school & being a TA has seriously worn me out, but I’ll get to them soon. I’m so excited. All of your writing keeps me going and inspired. I have so many ideas to tackle!
My current song obsession
Is it sick of me to need control of you? Is it sick to make you beg the way I do? Is it sick of me to want you crawling on your knees? Is it sick to say I want you biting down on me? Are you sick like me? Am I beautiful? As I tear you to pieces Am I beautiful? Even at my ugliest, you always say I’m beautiful As you tear me to pieces You are beautiful Even at your ugliest I always say You’re beautiful and sick like me Is it sick of me to feed the animal in you? Is it sick to say I tease the hunter like I do? Is it sick of me to watch the wicked way you thrill? Is it sick to say that I live to break your will?
❛ You're like an anchor on my soul; the fear of death running through my bones.❜
↳ Inspiration / Reference here. @speedydemento & I are drawing our OTPs at ungodly hours of the night. Please stay tuned for her piece as well! This was my attempt at trying out a new coloring style. Still working on it!
In This Moment - Sick Like Me
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@hatehailed ♥’d
he stares quietly, curiously. it wasn’t often when a reaper & her kind came face to face, after all. & joowon was slightly interested ( she’s more interesting than humans were, anyway )
❝ I rather like your eyes. . . NO, I’m sorry. I like the way they look at ME. Would you be opposed to me TAKING them from you? Because I know very well it’s not my hosts time to pass over yet, vulture. ❞
@hatehailed
“Huh…That sounds pretty rad doesn´t it ?? i kinda want it too now, i mean, to be liked u kno´ ?? i really need friends”
❝ Well, I mean-. . . Yes. Who DOESN’T want to be liked? In these games, you can hardly do anything wrong. BUT-. . . I suppose, you’re also not really yourself. The girl in this game isn’t me; if it was, it’d be a lot easier to talk to people. WAIT, HOLD ON. Aren’t you. . .famous? You know most people ALREADY like you, right. . .? ❞
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Send my muse… | GIVE ERIS A JUMPER. | not accepting.
The jacket itself seems so strange. It exudes an aura so INVITING; it almost seems unfamiliar… But she had felt such warmth before. It came from old faces belonging to family and friends, but such bodies have been BLURRED out. She isn’t supposed to remember them, it’s not like they exist anymore. They would leave her to fade in the frost if she ever came back, but at least HE seemed more accepting. That in itself was strange. But then again, everything about him seemed strange from the start. As a natural repellent, her ugly entity exuded an energy so OFF-PUTTING, it kept people from approaching her. She harbored a hatred many figures could feel… And yet, he seemed to ignore it entirely. He is quite the ENIGMA. Opaque lies where optics should be. He sees in shadows; she wonders if he even SEES her at all. But despite the unfortunate circumstance, he continues to smile. There’s something about him that seems uplifting; as though he’s capable of conquering his calamities ( she wonders if it’d be selfish if she asked him to slay hers ). She presses fabric to flesh; has the jacket to her chest. Her face is buried in the jumper, catching the small strings of tears that depart down her cheek. He was the first random act of kindness she had received since succumbing to this state. How could it not invoke such EMOTION…? ❝ I don’t think you and I were meant to meet… You have been far too good to me. ❞
✂ small baby picks a fight with a spirit more at 6
Send my muse… | THREATEN ERIS. | not accepting.
He is a GOD that only the POLLUTED pray to… This she had determined on her own. She never just encountered him, she always EXPERIENCED him. He always seemed to suffocate her senses with aesthetics of his entirety. She FELT his pain, TASTED blood, SMELLED the remains of broken bodies, and HEARD every cry that came from his ability to corrode. She was far too scared to threaten such authority. After all, he had wormed his way into her core, pilfering through presence like a parasite until such creation was his to CONQUER. The woman was weakened. Not just by him, but by the blight within her own body. He just happened to make her SICKER; far more DISTURBED, DAMNED, DIRTY, DISEASED… He made her feel HATE. His voice is so-… It feels like venom. He SPEWS poison at her person, letting the acidity of his actions eat away at her existence. She breaks down before him, with eyes widened and wobbling… But he forgets that there’s something BIGGER beneath her breast; something with a mouth wide enough to swallow this serpent whole… And just as its host collapses from his cruelty, it sheds its own skin and takes over a once fatigued form. ❝ You’re going to…do WHAT to me? Disintegrate me? I have BEGGED for Death, but if you are to be my reaper… Your scythe is going to have to carry more weight than your words. ❞