the DUALITY of man. indie original take on the myth of cain and abel. based in original lore by nahenama. written and adored by tay.
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the DUALITY of man. indie original take on the myth of cain and abel. based in original lore by nahenama. written and adored by tay.
PLEASE BE CONSIDERATE TO ANYONE WHO ROLEPLAYS USING THEIR NON NATIVE LANGUAGE.
it takes them time. it takes them effort. it takes them energy. in order to deliver an adequate reply, it takes a lot out of them.
and most often than not, they will feel anxious once the reply is sent… ‘did i use the proper words/terms?’ ‘did i make a mistake? ‘does that even make sense?’ *gulps* ’they are so quality material and i’m derp. hALP’
so yes, we shall take as much time as we please.
* love ♥ starters
‘ want me to stay? ’
‘ we’re almost home. ’
‘ you should be in bed. ’
‘ we can share it.’
‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’
‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’
‘ grab my hand. ’
‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’
‘ everything okay? ’
‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’
‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’
‘ who did that to you? ’
‘ sit down and rest. ’
‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’
‘ come lay down in my lap. ’
‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’
‘ call me when you get home. ’
‘ we should change those bandages. ’
‘ you’re safe here. ’
‘ honey… ’
‘ of course we love you. ’
‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’
‘ take my bed for tonight. ’
‘ i promise. ’
‘ you’re always welcome here. ’
‘ don’t talk like that. ’
‘ bad dream? ’
‘ talk to me. ’
‘ it’s okay to cry. ’
‘ you need to be more careful.’
‘ we should hug this out. ’
‘ i worry about you. ’
‘ can i hold your hand? ’
‘ because i care about you. ’
‘ it made me think of you. ’
‘ take care of yourself. ’
‘ put your seatbelt on. ’
‘ where did you go? ’
‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’
‘ i made breakfast. ’
‘ sing something for me? ’
‘ open it and find out. ’
‘ how long have you been like this? ’
‘ you look nice. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’
‘ focus on my voice. ’
‘ i meant every word. ’
‘ i was here all night. ’
‘ look both ways before you cross. ’
‘ you don’t have to talk. ’
‘ this is your favorite, right? ’
‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’
‘ you have a nice laugh. ’
‘ here, take my jacket. ’
‘ you could stay here. with me. ’
‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’
Another Matrix? Keanu keeps delivering.
Reblog this if your muse is not straight.
is this blog stupid? yes. but which one of us is following it?
Well John wasn’t exactly the BOOGEYMAN. He was the one you sent to kill the fucking Boogeyman. Written and adored by Tay. Mutuals only.
fifty reasons to touch someone. a variation of this. send me a 🤝 + a number ( add ‘flip’ to reverse it ) for your muse to touch mine…
…to say ‘good morning’.
…to say ‘goodnight’.
…to say ‘goodbye’.
…where it hurts.
…where it doesn’t hurt.
…on a falling tear.
…in secrecy.
…in public.
…desperately.
…in joy.
…in grief.
…discreetly.
…casually.
…passionately.
…lazily.
…to distract.
…as encouragement.
…for luck.
…on a scar.
…on a place of insecurity.
…in a rush of adrenaline.
…in relief.
…in danger.
…as a ‘yes’.
…as a ‘no’.
…as an apology.
…as a suggestion.
…as a lie.
…as a promise.
…as comfort.
…after a small rejection.
…to wake yours up.
…forcefully.
…to pretend.
…to gain something.
…to give up control.
…without a motive.
…because you are running out of time.
…because i am running out of time.
…because the world is ending.
…because the world is saved.
…out of pride.
…out of greed.
…out of lust.
…out of anger.
…out of envy or jealousy.
…out of spite.
…out of habit.
…out of necessity.
…out of love.
[ dealer’s choice / randomise ]
John Wick: Chapter 2, 2017.
Reblog if your muse can speak more than one language.
You wanted me back. I’m back.
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why tf do i write novels whenever someone sends me that kiss meme.
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( 45 ) …out of anger. / @nahenama
he’d sold his SOUL to achieve a legendary SKILLSET, but he never expected to meet his wife and fall in love. cancer claimed her after only five years, and his anger returned. a puppy arrived at his doorstep, only to be killed by the son of a mobster he’d once served. luck had never been on his side, or fate wanted him to KILL again. — sometimes he wonders if she were to blame, if she’d grown bored of his retirement, and thrust this life upon him once again. he wondered if a waste of her power was insulting, but he didn’t dare to think of the devil whenever he removed the suit and became a man again.
running into her again had been UNEXPECTED, he expected he’d never see her again after he’d made the deal, but here she stood. he took his anger out on her, shouted and released his demons, but perhaps the anger was really at himself for thinking someone like him could have ever had a NORMAL life. viggo had been right about one thing; he was cursed, and everyone around him died because of it. he’d die the BABA YAGA, and he’d burn in hell for making the decision to give the devil his soul.
normally a quiet and reserved man, this anger was something else, a foreign invader on the face of a dangerous killer. he pulls a pistol from beneath his coat, aims it at her head, eyes blinded by anger. it will do nothing, but part of him wishes he could kill her and be done with it, to be free of the one decision he’d forever regret. staring down at the powerful being, something overtakes him, the gun falling limp in his hand, he drops it.
grabbing her by the wrist, the anger returns if only for a moment, for once he isn’t JOHN WICK, he’s the BABA YAGA, the monster they whispered about whenever they glanced at the shadows, and maybe that’s who he’d always been. a monster pretending to be something else, she hadn’t turned him into this, she’d only given him what he needed. he drops her wrist, instead surging forward to slam his mouth against her own, anger bleeding through as his hands find her waist, and pull her close.
he was a monster, and so was she. maybe he’d continue making deals with the devil.
time for john to kiss satan.
Siberia (2018)