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@keepsearching
“If I got rid of my demons, I’d lose my angels”
Independent. Multi Muse. Multi-Fandom. RP Blog. By. Sam Featuring: Malcolm Hawke [ oc ] ☆ Cain Joseph [ oc ] ★ Ashton Maxwell [ oc ] Tony Stark [ MCU ] ☆ Aziraphale [ Good Omens ] ★ Crowley [ Good Omens ] Connor [ DBH ] ☆ Jacob Frye [ Assassins Creed ]
HELLO WORLD
I LIVE
And I’m going to be making a new blog. A test blog if you will. Because I’ve finally got a nice computer set up and a laptop, and I’ve got a consistent schedule with my job, I’mma try reigniting this old hobby.
I’ll be moving some of my ocs, a few new ocs, and some secret ‘exclusive’ muses over onto a new blog soon. Hopefully, I’ll get the blog done and made before tomorrow.
If anyone wants the link when it’s done feel free to message me on discord. If anyone wants my discord feel free to message me here and I’ll be happy to share! Once the new blog is made, I’ll be deleting this one (I’ve been deleting all my old ones)
Send ‘I don’t know what you are taking about.’ for my muse to deny having feelings for your muse.
Send ‘Don’t be absurd.’ for your muse to deny having feelings for my muse.
“You know what’s important to emotional health? Sleepy cuddles.” // cuddle the boi - alfie @ peanut tbh??? (killedminds)
Sleepy Babs@killedminds | accepting
Stretched across the couch like a spoiled cat, Nemo gave the man a tired smile as he shifted in place. Nuzzling into the worn cushions, wiggling about and kicking off the throw-blanket tangled around his legs with a soft hum.
It took a moment for Alfie’s words to register in his half-awake brain. And when it did, Peanut didn’t hesitate to move, pushing himself up and lazily patting the now open space next to him in open invitation.
“ Hope you know ‘m ‘xpectin’ some damn good cuddles. ”
“Have you ever had days when you’re unconscious for twelve hours and feel like you should be out for another twelve more?" // alfie for whoever u'd like (killedminds)
Sleepy Babs@killedminds | accepting
Ren couldn’t hold back a small, amused, snort at the question. Head nodding his understanding as he took a long drink of his extra large hot cocoa. Humming happily as the sugary sweet flavor slid down his throat. Chasing away the winter chill with ease and making him sigh in content.
“ Oh yeah. Definitely. Especially after I finish working on a project. Or when I’m working on a project. Or when I have to deal with my family. ” The words were accompanied by a tilted smile as bright blue hues gazed into the Welshman’s.
“ In fact, I’ve once passed out for a full day and a half after working on a two-month-long project. I swear I could’ve slept through the world ending without a twitch. ”
killedminds:
@keepsearching wanted some of that good angst
“I thought… I thought we were friends.” Perhaps hoped would’ve been the more accurate description. Alfie was trying his hardest to play off his disappointment as something a bit more lighthearted, a bit more apathetic about the whole situation. The hitch in his voice had, undoubtedly, ruined that facade.
“I, uh…” What else was there to say? What questions were there to ask? Was there any point in asking them? “Sorry for makin’ you stick around this long, I guess.”
“ Never planned on givin’ you that impression if I’m honest. ” Tone cool and collected, no one would’ve guessed at the building regret Cain felt as he took in the obvious disappointment coloring the Welshman’s features. This. This was why he didn’t do relationships. This was why he didn’t bother with getting close to people. It always made things stupidly complicated. Especially when emotions were involved.
He sighed. Setting aside his book and giving Alfie his complete attention. A small frown, pulling at his lips as his burrows furrowed in a mixture of annoyance and sympathy. “ Look. It’s nothin’ you did. It’s me. I mean, I know that sounds shitty. But it’s the truth. I just– I don’t do friendships. Can’t do ‘em. Simple as that. ”
Ezra Miller photographed by Ryan Pfluger for Playboy Magazine.
something inside you is broken
maybe it always was
and some nights you
desperately try to put yourself back together
but the pieces never quite fit, do they?
( maybe some people are just made to be shattered )
stephanierps:
i want a m/m frat au. i want a nervous freshman(muse a) rushing for a frat with his friend against his will . i want a cocky junior fraternity brother(muse b) eying him from across the room at their first frat party. i want make out sessions in the basement when the muse a is sent to get ice. i want hard fucks in the middle of the night when they have to keep quiet to prevent getting caught. i want muse b warning muse a about hazing tactics. i want them both swearing on their lives this is just a little college fun, when they both know it’s a lot more than that. please give me a m/m frat au.
💋 // OF COURSE Ash & Caleb
Send 💋 if your muse wants a kiss from mine
Far be it from Caleb to deny Ash anything, sly smirk just about visible beneath his beard as he innocently approached.
Hungry eyes were forcibly fixed on the younger man’s face, the Irishman doing his very best to keep this little encounter PG. Just think about how cuddly he looks, Caleb. All soft and warm. Kisses, not hickeys.
“Oi!” He likely didn’t need to say anything to get Ash’s attention, but he did it anyway, wink offered as his lover burst into a warm smile. God he was something special, wasn’t he? Hand lightly tilted the younger’s chin upwards, a pleasant pause before Caleb chastely brought their lips together; he had to take it in, admire the fact that Ash was, in fact, dating him. A miracle in and of itself, if anyone had asked him.
The tightening of his grip was instinctive as caution and pretense was thrown out the window, the overwhelming desire to have Ashton as close as possible only going unfulfilled due to the fact that they were in public. He had been working on his restraint. “Ask an’ ya shall receive, pet.” They parted with a smile, Caleb’s thumb trailing over the other man’s bottom lip as he licked his own. “ ‘specially when yer lookin’ this cute.”
Continued @killedminds → ★
Malcolm felt like his heart was going to beat out of his chest. He couldn’t remember a time where he was so nervous about talking to anyone. Let alone Alfie. Yet here he was, fighting down the urge to just turn tail and run from the man as he gave his ultimatum.
I can’t be around you anymore.
He wasn’t sure how but he’d managed to say it. How he’d managed to force the words past the lump in his throat. How he’d managed to refrain from simply running away when Alfie walked towards him. It was a miracle he’d managed to keep his hands from shaking as the Welshman took hold of them. And then Alfie looked into his eyes. And suddenly everything felt like too much. And Malcolm had to use every ounce of self-control to keep it from showing on his face as he stood there, staring into the older man’s soft gaze.
Okay.
And just like that, the world seemed to freeze around him. He wasn’t really sure what he’d expected in response. Anger. Denial. Questions. Demands. But acceptance? That hadn’t even crossed his mind. Not once in all the countless times, he imagined this moment, did he picture Alfie saying okay. It felt like all the air was punched out of his lungs. Like everything was topsy-turvy and suddenly he felt like he was the one being left behind. Like he’d put too much thought into this– this whatever they were. All the words he’d prepared and practiced in response died on his lips and he suddenly just found himself nodding.
With a shuddering breath, Malcolm took a step back. Pulling his hands away from Alfie’s gentle hold and stuffing them in his pockets to keep himself from grabbing the man and holding him tight.
“ Right. Okay. That’s— ” A deep, shuddering breath. One hand moving to run through his hair, pulling it back as he fought to find the words. He needed to leave. He was already here too long. He had to GO. Before he said something he’d regret.
“ I suppose this is goodbye then. ”
The falling star meme @ all of ur babs
A Dream is a Wish your heart makesaccepting
A humm. Gaze sliding up to focus on the vast sky stretching into eternity above him. A wish huh? He’d made many when he was a child. The usual, stupid, childish wishes of course. I want a new bike. I wish I had superpowers. I wish I had allll the skittles in the world. But then his world fell to pieces. His father had disappeared and his mother had lost herself and everything suddenly seemed so difficult. Those childish wishes seemed so pointless. So he wished for something different.
“ I, uh, well, it sounds kinda stupid to say it out loud but… I used to wish my mom would smile again. ”
A soft smile pulled at the baker's lips as he shifted in place. Gaze falling to the floor and cheeks flushing bright pink as he took a moment to remember all the times he’d wished on a falling star. The memories were fond. Colored with a child's imagination and the warm comfort of his family, his grandparents, being there to keep him safe from the dangers of the night. It wasn’t often that they went out to watch the stars. Perhaps once a month at most. But the memories were some of his fondest.
“ Well, I can’t quite remember everything I wished for. But if memory serves, I think I’d once wished for, um, well, I’d asked for a hat actually. You see, my grandfather had a small collection of hats. And we’d go through them. Him telling me all the stories they carried as he plopped them on my head. ” He paused. Gaze distant as he lost himself in the memories of his childhood.
“ My favorite was this velvety top hat. I loved how tall it was, and thought it made me look like a proper adult. So one day I snuck it out of his collection to wear while playing outside. I’d, tragically, lost it. I felt so terribly guilty. So I was saving up to try and buy him a new one. I never did find another, proper, top hat. But I found this kids magic kit that came with a hat and bought that for him instead. ”
“ A wish on a star? I never believed in that. ” His tone was dry. Expression incredulous as he just stared down the other. The moment stretched on. Not a word spoken as the bartender simply waited for the other to leave without an answer. Apparently, that tactic wouldn’t work.
With a put-upon sigh, Cain set aside the bar towel he’d been using. Sharp blue eyes directing a glare at the person obstructing his time before falling to focus on the polished wood of the bartop.
“ Saftey. For my sister. Figured I’d do everything in my power. Even askin’ higher powers. Not that it helped none. Never bothered to look to the stars again ‘fter that. ”
The seamstress gave a contemplative humm as leaned back in his seat. Arms crossed over his chest and a thoughtful look coloring his features as he considered the question. He could remember a few rare instances where he’d seen a shooting star. The awe he’d felt as he watched the spark of light shoot across the sky before disappearing into the distance. But he could honestly say he couldn’t remember any of the wishes he’d made. If he made any at all.
“ Hmmm, I think... I wished for a date once? Maybe? I’m not really sure. I didn’t wish on stars all that often. ”
Nemo grew silent. Delicate features pinched together in concentration as he carefully considered the question. Being a romantic at heart, there had been plenty of times he’d wished on the stars. Countless instances where he’d turned to the sky for his dreams. He’d wished for pointless things. Like a new toy or for a lead role in the school play. A few times he’d wished for something special. Like when his mother was sick. Please let her get better. Please let her be okay. He’d been adamant about it. Turning to his window every night, and spending hours wishing and waiting for a star to pray on. And then when he found out he wasn’t human… he wished for answers. Prayed his family would still love him, even if they discovered he wasn’t theirs. Prayed for a chance to meet others like him. Prayed that everything would be okay in the end…
“ Um, I think once I wished for a pretty princess dress? When I was 8? I never did get that dress… ”
For each ‘ ☄️ ‘ I receive, my muse will admit one thing they’ve wished for on a falling star
Sleepy Starters
“There’s only one bed.”
“I’m not sure I can keep going.”
“I need a nap.”
“Have you seen my pillow?”
“You know what’s important to emotional health? Sleepy cuddles.”
“I feel like sleeping for a year.”
“Turning everything off seems nice.”
“To err is human, to dream divine.”
“I know this sounds dirty but do you want to sleep together?”
“Excuse me, I have a date with the Sandman.”
“Whatever it is, I don’t care. Too tired to care.”
“How does one even find time to sleep?”
“I like you but I love sleep.”
“I’m going to bed. Do not wake me for anything.”
“You’re cute when you snore.”
“Have you ever had days when you’re unconscious for twelve hours and feel like you should be out for another twelve more?
“Rest. That’s what we need… REST.”
“Oh, my sweet respite from the world. I hope your sheets are crisp and cool.”
“When is the last time you slept?”
“Rest is for the weak.”
“Sleep is but a daydream.”
❛ there’s no saving this sweet piece of ass . ❜ // VELVETEEN @ MAL
FOR THE VINE@dreamtroyalty | accepting
“ Hmm? Sure about that? Absolutely no way to save it? ”
Malcolm let his gaze drag down the other’s body. A small smirk playing at the corners of his lips as he took his time in enjoying the delightful sight presented to him.
“ I mean, I’d really love to save your sweet ass if I can. ”
