MOVED TO THERCALWORLD.

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[notlvcid-blog]

                        it’s  jess,  back  at  it  again  with  her  multimuse  blog.   revamped  due  to  feeling  cluttered  but  the  characters  are  all  the  same.   we  have  the  eternally  confused  mike  harmon  coupled  with  his  happy- go-lucky  alien  buddy  black  hands,  or  'pocko’  as  his  friends  back  home  call  him;   we  have  the  emotionally  void  brick-alien  aldono  and  we  have  the  outright  nerd  caspar  jones,  whom  is  about  mike’s  only  human  friend.   we  also  have  anna hart,  a  canonically  dead  character  but  whom  has  au  verses  to  enable  me  to  use  her.   please  like / reblog  this  post  if  you’re  interested  in  interacting  and  i’ll  give  your  blog  a  look!!

[notlvcid-blog]

                        it’s  jess,  back  at  it  again  with  her  multimuse  blog.   revamped  due  to  feeling  cluttered  but  the  characters  are  all  the  same.   we  have  the  eternally  confused  mike  harmon  coupled  with  his  happy- go-lucky  alien  buddy  black  hands,  or  'pocko’  as  his  friends  back  home  call  him;   we  have  the  emotionally  void  brick-alien  aldono  and  we  have  the  outright  nerd  caspar  jones,  whom  is  about  mike’s  only  human  friend.   we  also  have  anna hart,  a  canonically  dead  character  but  whom  has  au  verses  to  enable  me  to  use  her.   please  like / reblog  this  post  if  you’re  interested  in  interacting  and  i’ll  give  your  blog  a  look!!

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

 me,  tempted  to  revamp  again  because  my  tags  are  a  mess  thanks  to  tumblr  dot  com  and  i  want  to  get  back  to  my  closest  muses  more  so  than  my  others  and  my  followers  list  is  full  of  dead  blogs /   people  who  don’t  write  with  me  and  haven’t  in  the  plus-year  i’ve  had  a  blog  for  these   guys  now?     more  likely  than  u  think.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  TOKI!!  )

                a hum leaves her.    despite how much she actually hates being nice, she knows that in order to keep him believing she is, she has to do things she doesn’t want to, which is why she helps him up on his feet before taking his hands and beginning to move around on the lake as if she’s wearing skates herself.

                        surprise  is  earned  from  him  as  she  helps  him  to  his  feet.   he  can't  help  it--  she'd  been  so  quick  to  knock  him  down,  so  ready  to  laugh  at  him,  that  it's  entirely  unprecedented  that  she'd  offer  him  a  hand  just  afterwards.   she  really  is  changeable--  or  rather,  her  tactics  are.  

                        black  hands  follows  her  with  ease  now  that  she's  leading  him,  excitement  naturally   emanating  from  him,  normally-empty  eyes  now  resembling  stars.               ❛   wow!!   you're  good  at  this,  tokimo!!   ❜

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  TOKI!!  )

               immediately does she burst into laughter, legs kicking and hot dog falling from her grip and into the snow.    a waste of good food, but she’s still snickering, and then she gets up and pops to where he is, crouching down with a wide grin.   ❝    aw, baby boy lost his balance?    i thought you could take it…    ❞

                        head  picks  up  once  more,  eyes  swirly,  mouth  more  wobbly  than  usual  befoe  balance  returns  to  him.   he  doesn't  take  kindly  to  being  referred  to  in  any  way  that  implies  he's  small,  but  he  puts  on  a  brave  face  like  always  and  grins  despite  himself.               ❛   heh-heh...  i  guess  i  couldn't  after  all...!!  i’m   not  good  at  skating...   ❜

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  TOKI!!   )

               cue the demon glancing towards him from her spot on the bench, blinking before making a quick move with her hand that sends a big ball of snow towards the entity in hope that he’ll go flying forward somewhere.

                        as  soon  as  the  snow  collides  with  him,  he's  sent  sprawling  on  his  front  over  the  ice.   the  initial  impact  hurts,  especially  when  he  knocks  his  chin  against  the  cold  slab,  but  he's  content  to  lay  there  like a  starfish  until  the  world--  and  more  importantly,  his  body--  stops  spinning.   from  his  position  on  the  floor:               ❛   ...i'm  okay!!   ❜

[rp-meme-glaceon]

Send 🌼 to put a flower in my muse's hair!

Specify what kind of flower!

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

@tcrrificd

                        ❛   iceee!!   skatiiing!!   ❜               he's  sliding  so  slowly  across  the  frozen  lake,  legs  quivering,  arms  extended  wide to  ensure  he  doesn't  lose  balance.   he's  barely  moving--  someone  give  him  a  push.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  ...??  )

               for a moment, the silence remains until moko finally lets go of the other demon.    tokimo is quick to remove the sharp piece of the cup, hand coming back up with blood on it.    it will heal quickly, and it doesn’t really hurt that much, but it’s the action itself that makes her feel like tearing the original apart right there, though that will reveal her true nature and ruin the image she’s creating…    so instead she grabs her hoodie and presses it to her chest to cover herself up, tears running down her face to make her seem like she can’t defend herself against the one considered her queen.

               moko turns slowly to look at aldono before she sighs, shaking her head as she grabs his hand and tugs at it.   ❝    cafe…    please…    ❞

                        part  of  him  wants  to  tell  the  black  hands  to  leave  tokimo  be,  to  not  pursue  and  coddle  her,  but  he  knows  it  will  ultimately  be  useless.   that  boy  is  far  too  soft  for  his  own  good.   at  some  point,  he'll  have  it  beaten  out  of  him.

                        ❛   alright...   ❜               discreet  uncertainty  has  lined  his  features,  legs  moving  to  carry  him  out  of  the  uncomfortable  stillness  of  the  kitchen.   the  further  away  they  get,  the  less  control  aldono  feels  he  has  over  himself  and  his  tendency  to  dig  for  the  truth.   at  some  point,  he  can  withstand  the  tension  no  longer.               ❛   who  is  that,  really?   she  certainly  seems  to  know  you.   what  do  you  think   she’s  here  for?   ❜               knowing  the  demon's  name  doesn't  mean  he  knows  her  after  all;   he's  hoping  moko  will  shed  some  light  on  their  history.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

killtcmcrrcw:

FUCK IT IM CHANGIN MY PLAYLIST TO OW.L CIT.Y STUFF BECAUSE IT FITS A ) BH AND B ) THE MYSTIQUE SURROUNDING A HUMAN SHARING SPACE WITH OTHERWISE ‘SUPERNATURAL’ FORCES

 new  playlist!!

  -  the  airway.   -  on  the  wing   -  rainbow  veins.   -  air  traffic.   -  i'll  meet  you  there.   -  tidal  wave.   -  if  my  heart  was  a  house.   -  brielle.   -  the  real  world.   -  galaxies.   -  alligator  sky.   -  plant  life.   -  dreams  and  disasters.   -  gold.   -  dementia   -  beautiful  mystery.   -  i  hope  you  think  of  me.   -  top  of  the  world.   -  up  all  night.

[skcgsra]

seven deadly sins: 1/7 wrath

[fallenisms]

Send my character a ► and a command. They must obey.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

                        excuse  him--  he's  an  emotional  mess  right  now.   sometimes  he  needs  to  'detox',  so  to  speak,  and  his  method  is  crying.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

 sorry  but  continuing  on  with  the  cine.matic  hype:

 i  feel  like  fire.bird  (  specifically  the  alt  version  )  is  lowkey  bh @ mike  with  the  lyrics:

 tell me  why  i  look  back  and  i  wanna  cry.  sometimes  i  feel  like  we  grew  up  too  fast.  you  and  i  had  the  time  of  our  younger  lives,  sometimes  i  sigh  and  think  about  the  past.

 but  it's  alright--  'cause  everything  changes.

[shift-shaping]

Cuter possessive/jealous meme

[fragilefated-closed]

shift-shaping:

(Not meant to be a knock on the more angsty possessive memes, I just thought I’d make one that’s less triggering/disturbing. :) )

“i just don’t want you to get hurt”

“did you see the way they looked at you?”

“if they bother you again let me know and i’ll fuck them up”

“you don’t see it, but they’re definitely into you”

“i’m sorry, i just can’t help being a little jealous”

“so, uh… who, uh, who is that person? they keep texting you…”

“i’m yours, and you’re mine.”

“i like the marks you left. they remind me that i’m yours.”

“do you like the marks i left?”

“i just can’t stop thinking about you.”

“is it bad if i hate that they can spend so much time with you and i can’t?”

“you are my everything.”

“i can’t help wanting to protect you from them”

“they hurt you, and i’m going to hurt them back”

“i’ll make sure no one ever hurts you again”

“if they so much as look at you wrong, i’ll knock their lights out”

“no, i’m not hoarding pictures of you! that would be weird!”

“the pillow still smells like you… oh that’s a weird thing to say holy shit”

“you should consider coming over here and just, uh, not ever leaving”

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  LET’S  LEAVE  FOREVER!!  )

               moko only glares harshly at the other pleasurer in the room, fists clenched and trembling with the anger she’s feeling.    with a quiet thank you in between her sniffling, tokimo takes the towel and begins to dry her face and hair which is the most important before she decides to take off her hoodie, which only results in her being even more revealing than before.    it only takes moko a second to circle the table towards her, cup lifted and knocked so hard against the surface it breaks and results in her only holding the handle left which she immediately stuffs down in between tokimo’s breasts.    the demon whimpers and jumps back, though moko takes a hold of her top’s strap to pull her back, fire burning in her eyes.

                                         ❝    aldono belongs to me…    stay away from him…    ❞

                        this  time,  he  thinks  to  stop  her.   perhaps  she'd  been  provoked  before  but  now  he  sees  it  as  an  unfair  fight.   after  all,  she's  already  incapacitated,  and  her  display  isn't  doing  anything  for  him  anyway.   nevertheless,  he  doesn't  intervene  until  it  seems  she's  going  to  cause  tokimo  harm,  hand  clamping  firmly  on  her  shoulder  in  an  attempt  to  bring  her  back.               ❛   stop  it.   now.   ❜

                        black  hands  has  his  eyes  covered--  both  to  shelter  him  from  the  conflict  and  the  demon's  revealing  nature.   childish,  perhaps,  though  true  to  character.   from  between  his  fingers  does  he  peek,  first  at  tokimo  and  then  moko.   weakly,               ❛   uhm...  maybe  you  should  come  back  later...   ❜               or  not  at  all.

[killtcmcrrcw-a-blog]

(  NOT-REUNION  TIME...!!  )

               when it seems like aldono isn’t doing anything to stop her touches, tokimo continues to push it by sitting down next to him, moving the chair so that she’s close enough to wrap her arms around his, pushing her body against it as if trying to make him feel it with his arm alone.    her head even leans until it rests on his shoulder, and the look she sends moko only lasts enough for the original to see it, and it makes her stand up quickly, suddenly throwing her hot tea onto the guest.

                                                     ❝    get your hands off of him.    ❞

               jumping up, tokimo lets out a quiet squeal in surprise before looking down at her dripping clothes.    the act doesn’t crack though, and instead of responding with anger, her eyes begin to tear up as she sniffles, pointing at moko.   ❝    what’s wrong with you…?!    you’re crazy…!!    ❞

                        just  as  well,  for  he  was  about  to  tell  her,  albeit  much  more  calmly,  to  release  him.   body  naturally  tips  slightly  to  the  side  in  order  to  avoid  the  splash  of  the  hot  beverage.   in  any  other  position,  he  would  have  chuckled;  after  all,  hadn't  she  done  exactly  the  same  thing  to  him  once?

                        a  tense  silence  hangs  over  them,  black  hands  the  first  to  react.               ❛   w--wah!!   m--   miss  moko!!   ❜               words  escape  him,  hands  flapping  uselessly  as  theatrical  beads  of  sweat   (     conjured  entirely  of  mist   )   fly  from  his  forehead  to  indicate  stress.   such  a  volatile  reaction  from  her  had  startled  him  to  say  the  least.   after  a  few  seconds,  he  fetches  the  dripping  demon  a  tea  towel,  offering  it  to  her  in  the  hope  that  she  can  dry  herself  off  with  it.