head of a coin

“Like two side to a coin, there are two sides to life: your reason and emotional facets.” ― Ami Blackwelder Like two sides to a coin, you live and you die; you fall and you fly. tracking headofacoin

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They said I could be anything, but I'm already you, aren't I?

      co·de·pend·en·cy

        kōdəˈpendənsē                         — is defined as a psychological condition or a relationship in which a person is controlled or manipulated by another. excessive emotional or psychological reliance on a partner, typically a partner who requires support due to an illness or addiction.

            Narcissists are considered to be natural magnets for the codependent.

Build me up just to break me down, but I always learn to crawl again.

     ✗ - independent roleplay oc

     ✗ - trigging and nsfw, but tagged!

     ✗ - multi!everything just about

     ✗ - roughly seven-eight years of roleplaying

     ✗ - semi-private, though open to most interactions

     ✗ - gif, icon, and gif icon friendly

     ✗ - one-liners, gif chat, para, multi-para, etc.

     ✗ - extremely open to aus and crossovers

                      note ; the mun is a bit of an idiot, but super friendly most days. feel free to scoot about the blog and ask any questions as they arise.

We keep going and going until we have another systematic breakdown.

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      I'm planning on making Carson his own blog sometime within the next month, so replies are on hold until then. Sorry about that.

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                He just shrugs his shoulders, laughing up a storm.

                                                      “It was so perfect, I might cry.                                                        Ya’ know, satan seems like a nice guy.                                                         I don’t think he would want the entrails                                                        of dead people. He’s classy.”

            Peter snorts, shaking his head and scratching the back of his neck.

                                                                        “Heh.. Entrails. That’s a funny word.”

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      There's a good chance Carson is entirely done with his shit, but at the same time, there's a tiny part of him that want to laugh. Instead, he'll settle for a snort. That can be interpreted in many ways.       

                            "Wouldn't that be a shame to see you cry.                               I'm sure the ruler of hell would feel pity                               for your soul and discard all the organs                               that have been offered to him by his                               devout followers due to being classy                               and having respect for your opinion                               on the matter. Especially with such                               poetic words you've spoken. I'm                               sure he'll be flattered and touched."

         It's hard to tell if he's joking or irritated at this point, though he must agree:

                                             "It actually is which is why it's                                                underused and overused at                                                the          same          time."

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                               And with that, he clears his throat.

                                  “Roses are red, violets are blue.                                                Poetry is lame, and so are you.”

        Cue the stupid grin.

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      Now there's a sharp snort.       You've gone and done it.

                                  "Very original. Very original.                                      I'm sure all the poets are                                      simply turning over in                                      their graves over such                                      beautiful words they                                      could never hope to                                      achieve even if they                                      tore out their entrails                                      and sold them on the                                      black market or                                      s a r c r i f i c e d                                      them to satan."

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               ”If you feel nothing during sex,                      you’re doing it wrong.”

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      "I'm not talking specifically about my dick.         That's Dorian's job considering the fact         he has an obssession with sex that can         probably surpass his love of Katy Perry         which is saying a fucking lot, honestly."

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                  “If that was suppose to be an                attempt at poetry or song writing,                                 keep practicing.”

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      Cue a look of mock offense.                       "I'd like to see you come up                         with something better, cunt."

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        "One, sleep is the best way to save money.           Two, money is the best way to have sex.           Three, sex is the best way to feel nothing."

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“Want a balloon?”

       "Why th'fuck would I want a balloon?" Honestly, he had better things to worry about rather than something as trivial as a balloon.

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     ”Yeah." Dorian’s loud. Dorian’s loud, and he’s bossy, and this is risky, and he loves it. He keeps his mouth pressed to his brother’s neck, licking and sucking and biting, all in an attempt to keep quiet, because that act in itself if turning him on. His left hand traces patterns on Carson’s back, then slides upwards to cup the back of his neck, the other squeezing his ass. His teeth press into the flesh a little, and scrape over the skin, just to see what happens.

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     There's a soft moan echoing in the back of his throat as he feels teeth graze his neck. Leave it to Dorian to go straight for the most sensitive areas. Carson's hands trailed under the hem of his twin's shirt to graze his nails gently against the skin ( paying close attention to the side with the tattoo ) only to dig them in when a disgruntled scoff is heard from the end of the isle. He should have figured someone would have walked by. That poor old woman. There's a somewhat breathy  laugh as he shifts out of his brother's grasp, not bothering to fix up Dorian's pants as he saunters towards the opposite end of the row. "Might as well take this to the fucking bathroom since we don't need to mentally scar anymore little ladies and potential children."

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Sometimes I forget mushu follows me and I have a minor heart attack when I notice because 'shit, gotta be quality f A S T AS SONIC'

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     Thick lashes flutter shut briefly and he places his mouth to Carson’s neck, sucking and not really going any further. If they’re going to got at it at 4am in a Walmart, Carson’s gonna be the one to further things along.

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     The thing about Carson is that while he doesn't get horny nearly as much as Dorian, he's been known to do some 'daring' things when it happens. Fucking in Walmart at 4am could easily fall into that category at this rate. "Fuck." The word is sharp as his brother moves to his neck. It's literally one of the only two sensitive spots he has. There's a brief moment of hesitation, but eventually he's working at the button of Dorian's pants and pulling him as close as he can without knocking the shelf behind them over by backing into it anymore than he already is.

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“Weird love’s better than no love at all.” (last one i promise)

        They've been hot-boxing for god knows how long now and they're both probably more out of it than they realize. There's a stupid grin on his face and for once, he's not going to try and hold in the snort of laughter that pour from his lungs.

                          "You've fucking got that right. I mean here we are: twins that fuck each other, hotbox in jeeps, slum out in an apartment and one of us lets the other sleep with everyone to get what we need. I mean -- pretty fuckin' weird, right? Love nonetheless though you fucking cunt. Wouldn't put up with your shit otherwise."

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“Sometimes dead is better” (cant stop wont stop)

        There's a sharp, bitter life. That was priceless coming from Dorian of all people. "That's what I told the doctor's when I was first admitted to the hospital, you know. First fucking thing that came out of my mouth."

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“Cats were the gangsters of the animal world.”

      He actually can't believe you'd say that to him. Cats are fucking atrocious.

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“Want a balloon?”

       "If it's a condom you blew up, no." He's not falling for that again.

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"I’m not gonna hurt ya. I’m just going to bash your brains in.”

      "What the fuck Dorian? Did someone inject Cocaine into your ass and then shove acid down your throat or something? I mean -- what the fuck?"