❝ BAD LITTLE BOY ❞

#asks #immortalcomplexity #!ooc

{ loveyoubbycakes, kay bai }

[ loveyoumore, kbai ~ ]

[ eff u carrie ]

#!ooc #utriedjerk #//casually hides bc not ready for this omf

Still watching Marshall, the candied prince couldn’t find any memory surrounding before he had fallen asleep. He didn’t even remember falling asleep. The vampire blamed himself for something, he’d done something that he couldn’t control and still blamed himself. Of course, that was just the immortal’s way of thinking — they both had at least a dozen times used the word ‘monster’, whether in jest or in seriousness. How the other felt didn’t match up with the feelings that came up when the candied prince tried to remember what had happened. Traumatic events were often blocked from a person’s memory as a part of subconscious repression to protect them, but the emotions were still fresh in his mind, still gripping his heart, and now … Now Marshall was moving closer, but not near him. Uncaring for how his voice came out, and upon realizing what was happening, Gumball lost control of himself, choking around his words as they escaped him.

“I don’t even know what happened … I don’t even know what I did … and you — you’re leaving me? No, this … this isn’t supposed to happen.”

Gumball turned over, trying to hide himself and his anguish. This was wrong. They were in love, right? They weren’t supposed to be apart, that was why he’d asked Marshall to move to the Candy Kingdom. If there was nothing he could do, though, then he couldn’t bring himself to watch it happen. If he didn’t see it, it didn’t happen, right? If he didn’t watch Marshall leave, then he wasn’t gone. It wasn’t something he could so easily accept. Resigned, defeated, and broken, Gumball laid there waiting for the silence to come again.

#!ic #zuckerkonig #[ STFU YOU FLAWLESS PERSON ]

Motions coming to a sudden halt, Marshall turned his gaze over his shoulder towards the far too pale prince, immediately regretting the decision. If the choked words he had spoken hadn't done enough damage, just the sight of the crumpled Gumball curling in upon himself in the sheets pushed the knife in a bit further. Something washed over him -- relief, perhaps -- upon understanding that the younger had no recollection of the event that had caused his sorry state. Still, the vampire didn't feel right keeping the knowledge to himself. A fist clenched at his side, a heavy sigh falling from pale lips, trying to relieve some of the unbearable pressure crushing his chest. He had to tell him, had to make certain the Candy Prince understood just how much of a threat he was, what he was capable of.

"I almost killed you, Bubba. Nearly drained you dry. I couldn't-- ... I tried to stop, but ... yeah, I can't do that again. I don't wanna hurt you anymore."

The words slipped free with a hefty struggle, the vice grip on his chest only tightening further, throat feeling ready to close up to keep them from breaking out. It was a truth Marshall was deeply ashamed of. Regardless of the fact that Gumball had thoroughly insisted upon the act, the vampire knew he had taken it too far. Beyond that, such an event wouldn't have even occurred had it not been for his careless actions prior to it which had led to his need for a decent feeding. Watching the prince made it all the more difficult to leave, and Marshall found himself frozen by the window, unable to complete the deed and make his escape.

The sound of his lover’s voice lifted him from feeling weakened. The sugary prince lifted his head to look around the room a little better. It was a struggle, but with as much effort as he could muster, Gumball sat up as best he could and leaned himself against the pile of pillows. Seeing Marshall all the way across the room set a terrible feeling spinning inside of him. Everything in him ached, and his head spun a little as he settled into the plush bed, a frown forming on his face. Searching his mind for a reason for the distance between them, Gumball came up with nothing but a disgusting feeling of desperation and sadness. Fingers tightened in the quilt, eyes welled up with tears, and a small shudder ran thought his body. The feelings from before were starting to grip him again, and he wanted nothing to do with it. The candied prince just didn’t understand at all why things had turned out this way, and why he was waking up practically alone. At the current time, nothing made sense.

Looking up again, Gumball trained his eyes on the figure in the corner. Would Marshall come closer if he sensed the distress? Frankly, that was all the Candy Prince wanted. Explanations could come later, all he wanted was to see the other’s smile. The silence was starchy and his ears were beginning to ring and buzz from the lack of noise going on around them. Something needed to fill the space between them, to bring them closer together. He’d get up if he could, but even sitting up as much as he had depleted his strength. It took everything he had left to stay in this position and not give in to the allure of sleep again. He finally had himself calm enough to try speaking again, sure that his voice wouldn’t crack or waver if he made the attempt.

” … why are you over there?”

#!ic #zuckerkonig #[ omf shut up it was flawless ]

It became almost too painful to watch Gumball's clearly labored movements, a simple act of moving his head almost impossible to muster. The blame Marshall shouldered only seemed to grow heavier upon his shoulders, silently finding it a miracle he could remain afloat. He hated hearing the soft words given by his lover, hated the way it seemed to stab him directly in the heart. What he wouldn't have given to have spent the entirety of the younger's rest lying at his side; the vampire barely restrained the vivid urge to rush directly to him and sweep him into his arms the moment his wakefulness became apparent. No, after what he had caused, he was the last monster who should be allowed anywhere near the Candy Prince. He had done something so terrible to the one he loved most, and now he had to live with it.

"'cause I can't be trusted with you. Think that's pretty obvious now."

Tired and sunken crimson eyes fell to the floor, unable to meet his boyfriend's gaze. He knew Gumball wouldn't blame him. It was in the younger's nature, and he would surely find a means of taking the blame himself. Perhaps this had been the event designed to knock sense into the immortal, to prove that his hesitations in admitting his deeper feelings for the Candy Prince had been a mistake. With a bit of forced movement, Marshall came away from the corner, giving the bed a wide berth as he approached one of the windows, intent on leaving. He had stayed until Gumball had returned to wakefulness, as he had silently vowed he would.

indigoer

SPREAD THIS LIKE WILDFIRE THIS IS THE 19 YEAR OLD BOMBER WHO IS ON THE LOOSE SOMEWHERE IN MASSACHUSETTS HE IS VERY DANGEROUS AND IF YOU SEE ANYTHING CALL 911. THINK OF YOUR FOLLOWERS IN MASS YOU COULD SAVE LIVES

indigoer

Update: suspect may be driving a 1995 gray Honda odyssey

gohlden-deactivated20220507

THIS BITCH WAS THROWING GRENADES IN MY NEIGHBORHOOD

unsusp3ct3d

Us Massachusetts pple feel unsafe right now, I can’t even..

#!ooc #reblogging because relevant to my life #pmuch the entire state has been on high alert

[ he's been taken into custody as of about two hours ago, 23 hour manhunt is over ]

oremi

he aint havin none of it today

Three days.

It’s a long time to be asleep — nearly comatose, really — for anyone. After a certain amount of time, muscle weakness would set in. The lack of strength would cause a chain reaction in the body: staggered breathing, lack of natural sleep movements, so on, so on. For one certain prince, that was exactly the case. It had been an accident of course. Gumball had encouraged the needing vampire to take what he needed, not caring about the consequences it put on himself. In hindsight, he should be thinking that in the end Marshall would blame himself for lack of self control. That wasn’t the case at all, when it had been the candied prince’s encouragement and desire to not lose his lover. Their relationship had come so far so quickly, he wasn’t about to let it end and lose the love of his life over what was probably a stupid bet.

Shifting, stirring, Gumball came into a slow consciousness. The first thing he noticed was complete silence surrounding him. No rustle of leaves or chatter of birds, or the sound of his boyfriend strumming his bass like when he usually woke up. After that was established in his mind, he noticed there was no weight on the bed aside from his own, but at least he was still in his own room, air thick with the sweetness of candy with the overpowering smell of vanilla that his lover’s clothes seemed to always carry. Candy colored eyes opened, vision hazy at first but clearing up after a few seconds of blinking. Just what had happened to him? He had no recollection at all. The first coherent thought he had was to locate Marshall, but his body refused to follow the command to move.

“Nngh … Mars … “

#!ic #zuckerkonig #[ ffff that was perf i almost teared up ]

Three long, gruesome days.

The passage of time was not usually something an immortal being like the Vampire King paid much mind to. In fact, such things were easily forgotten, days and weeks and months blending into one another seamlessly. However, the slow and painful passing of the past three days had been of the highest priority on Marshall Lee's mind. The immortal's fingers ached viciously, a direct result of the nonstop clenching and unclenching of his fists as he watched and waited. Visitors had been kept to a minimum, mostly at the behest of the immortal, unable to cope with the fact that he was to blame for Prince Gumball's state of unconsciousness. It tore him to pieces; one one had, Marshall could hardly stand to look at the virtually lifeless and pale form of his lover on their bed, but on the other, he refused to take his eyes from him for even one moment. He wanted to be ready, to be there the very moment the younger finally opened his eyes and returned to wakefulness.

As such, the entirety of the three days had been spent hovering in the corner of the master bedroom, demonic eyes fixed upon the resting form almost without blinking. Occasionally, Peppermint Maid would break the complete and utter silence with a visit; mostly to check on the Candy Prince's status, though she did bring a red treat or two for Marshall at least once a day. The vampire knew the maid blamed him, which sat with him just fine. It was likely she only did so to keep the immortal from feeding from the sickly prince. Having drifted off into the recesses of his mind during his bout of self-loathing, he failed to notice his lover's eyes opening at last, his attention only returning to the subject of his anguish when soft words broke the deafening silence.

"Bubba ... you're awake."

maikasa-deactivated20200917

Look. Look at Bubba’s face and die laugh

#!rex #!amicus

nikaalexandra

everyone’s rockin the sailor scout (ﾉ◕ヮ◕)ﾉ*:･ﾟ✧

this started out small and i got a little carried away SORRY

#!rex #!amicus

hunnybunneylover

inkyxcare-bearxskittles

I’m putting this up again, just to remind people lol

#!ooc #yes

mr-coffee-cat

Prince Gumball unstyled hair sketches by Hootsweet

http://hootsweet.deviantart.com/

jaakethedog

utriedjerk-blog

[ when do i ever make starters for you to compare to? ]

[ pffff, hooowww long have we been rping with each other? let's be real, there have been plenty ]

#!ooc #utriedjerk

[ carrie's starters are always so flawless omf ]

#!ooc #utriedjerk

Whatever he’d done to change Marshall’s mind, he was glad he did it. The vampire was fading fast and not knowing what would happen once he fell asleep made the candy prince feel completely helpless. Of course he was, there was nothing more he could do to aside from this one thing, and he’d do it as often as needed. The hand caressing his cheek and scalp was hardly a comfort, sensing the weakness coming from his lover without trouble. The situation was becoming more urgent by the second. Leaning up, Gumball pressed his forehead to Marshall’s and placed another kiss on his lover’s lips.

“Wherever you’d like, my love … however much you want. Like I said, I’m all yours.”

There was nothing he could do after this. He just hoped that what he was offering was enough. It wasn’t like he wasn’t getting anything out of this either. Piece of mind and probable sexual satisfaction were very good merits to come out of such a terrible situation. Not that he was looking for any sort of merit other than the fact that his boyfriend would survive the day. Thoughts travelling down a rather terrible path, Gumball pulled himself away from his thinking and instead focused on what was happening right now between them. He lifted his free hand and undid the collar of his shirt, pulling the fabric free. Marshall wouldn’t go far. He obviously didn’t have the energy to. The candied prince was only preempting the inevitable.