LIFE SWARMS WITH MONSTERS

This is like a life. This is lifelike. I climb inside a mistake and remake myself in the shape of a better mistake — a nice pair of glasses without any lenses, shoes that don’t quite fit, a chest that always hurts. There is a checklist of things you need to do to be a person. I don’t want to be a person but there isn’t a choice, so I work my way down and kiss the feet. I work my way up and lick the knee. I give you my skull to do with whatever you please.

Send 👏 if you would like to discuss / plot a pre-established relationship with me.

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     Victor laughs a bit, quickly thinking back on the books he’s read. “No, I don’t think anyone has. And if anyone could do it, I think it could definitely be you.” And he grins at her, flashing her his dazzling smile.

[lifeswarm-blog]

“Good!” She pockets her phone once more, looking up at smiling widely herself. She can’t help it - his own is so infectious, it has her shaking her head in amusement. “Stop it now, you’re flattering me. Very dangerous to stroke the egos of writerly types. We’re practically dependent on complementary reviews.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

vtrevor:

bloodthirstygod:

three word starters

“i’ll do it.” “please just don’t.” “let me help.” “i hate you.” “i love you.” “you love me?” “please stop(  it.” “i can’t breathe.” “just go away.” “what the fuck? ” “you’re an ass.” “you’re a bitch.” “don’t leave me!” “don’t walk away.” “stay with me.” “i’m begging you…” “for fuck’s sake…” “clean this up!” “please kiss me.” “are you bleeding? ” “get off me!” “you are despicable.” “are you okay!?” “don’t do this.” “please shut up.” “are you drunk?” “don’t forget me.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

vtrevor:

· · ·“And since Belgium and St. Petersburg are a bit far to get a cuppa, the university cafe will have to do. Good thing it’s so close!”

“Exactly. You’ll save hundreds on the air fare, at least. Not to mention your carbon footprint. I always imagine it like an actual big footprint, following you around... Hang on, that’s actually quite good. Has someone done that yet?” She whips out her phone, tapping out a note to herself. That could be an interesting starting point for her next book, you know!

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     “Then perhaps half of my pay will go right back into the school,” Victor jokes. A lot of money does go into coffee and tea, but he’s sure he can spare some for hot chocolate.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

“It’s an investment, really. I’ve been travelling all over recently, and the only comparable hot chocolates have been in Belgium and one in this ridiculously expensive hotel in St Petersburg.”

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     Victor grins a bit at that, beginning to walk towards the school. His pace isn’t as quick as it was before running into her, keeping a nice pace alongside her. “I believe they do. I haven’t had the chance to go into yet. I think that should change.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

Meg keeps pace with him, looking him over. He isn’t what she expected when she heard there was a new professor, but after hearing further descriptions it really wasn’t hard to put a name to his face. “A tragedy, a damn shame. You need to try these hot chocolates - they’re incredible. I swear, most my student loan was spent in this cafe.”

[heroinquinn-deactivated20160203]

[lifeswarm-blog]

fleshcvlt:

✨

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     He chuckles a bit at that, a few current students popping into his mind. Most who were late didn’t seem to care about the classes, but one here and there were genuinely apologetic for slipping in late albeit quietly. “Well, I have a class in an hour. If you’re not doing anything, now would be the perfect time to have a little visit!”

[lifeswarm-blog]

“That would be lovely!” The words slip out before she’s even thought of it, memories of her time at university brushing away her concerns about leaving Simon on his own in the hotel. He’s a grown man, not a dog - if he needs her, he’ll text her. That’s what she tells herself anyway. “Is the little cafe still on campus? The one that did those hot chocolates with everything - whipped cream, marshmallows...”

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     He’s heard very good things about this young woman from his colleagues, and he wishes that he had the pleasure of teaching her. “And grateful are they to have taught you. Truly. Do you ever get a chance to visit?”

[lifeswarm-blog]

“I’m sure that’s not true. I was always running in fifteen minutes late with Starbucks.” She jokes, trying to brush off the compliment. Because to her, that is one of the highest compliments! That her professors were so happy to teach her - some of her best days had been at university, arguing about books and studying, perfecting her craft. “I haven’t been able to visit as much as I’d like, I’ll be honest.” 

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

     “They definitely are,” he says with a laugh. “They just love showing it off, especially the professors who had you in their classes. We always like to see people doing well for themselves after graduation. It’s not easy nowadays.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

It’s not easy nowadays. You could say that again - Meg lives a pretty privileged lifestyle, flitting between London and Edinburgh, comfortably wealthy from her book deals. She knows this, being occasionally exposed to the harsher realities of life by Simon and his friends. “I’m a credit to the institution - I wouldn’t be here without everyone who helped me along the way, I know.” She replies, shrugging slightly. 

[vtrevor-arc-blog]

starter call –– @lifeswarm

     “Always fantastic to see a successful alum! Post-university life treating you well?”

[lifeswarm-blog]

Meg Temple, successful alum - she hasn’t been called that before. She flicks her gaze over the man who has approached her - this must be Professor Trevor, she’s heard about him through the grapevine. “Pleased to meet you,” she says with a wide smile. “I’ve been doing really well, I hear the English department are keeping my books on the shelf, which is nice they haven’t forgotten about me.” Focus on talking about work, she thinks. Try not to think about the fact you have a junkie boyfriend waiting for you, going mad in the hotel room.

[h0me0fsatan666]

[jxkesxver-blog]

“I AM A JOKE. WAS THAT NOT CLEAR?” He rolled his eyes dramatically, tutting as he flopped back in his chair - like a child who had grown tiered of sitting at the dinner table. “DOOOOCCTTOOOOR - I WANT TO GO BACK TO MY CELL.” Not a soul… inconsiderate really, he could be doing anything to the girl. Hang on, that wasn’t a bad idea. “You’re not a psychiatrist, you’re not a doctor, you don’t want to CURE me, yooooooooooouuu want to sell books. Haven’t you heard the stories of the other CURIOUS YOUNG LADIES who have tried that trick?”

[lifeswarm-blog]

Meg had heard the stories alright, warnings about the Joker. That he was dangerously unstable, that he could manipulate almost anyone, that he didn’t care about anything except chaos. She hadn’t considered them more than hyperbole until she had met him, confronted with his pale skin and green hair, and his attitude that made her want nothing more than to hide away and pretend she never met him. Which was all the more reason to get the interviews over and done with so she can finish the book. “So what if I do? Don’t you want to be the subject of a book - speak to the world with your own words?” Despite her confident speech, Meg makes an effort not to look around for guards. She just hopes they’ll be checking in soon.

[jxkesxver-blog]

@lifeswarm

“Was what, what?” He flashed her an innocent grin, as innocent as he could ever be - so in truth something akin to the JAWS of hell unhinging to bear their rotten teeth. “Truth is like memory, my dear - unpleasant, nasty, biting not at all FRIENDLY.” Rocking on his chair Joker YAWNED, casing his eyes around to find a guard. “You wanted to be entertained didn’t you MISS TEMPLE? You wanted me to put in my best purple suit and DANCE for you. Well, I told you one of my best stories - I DANCED. And now…” He SMASHED his chair-legs down on the floor, producing a sound that ricocheted  around the room - that would get someone’s attention. 

                                                                                      “I’m b o r e d.” 

[lifeswarm-blog]

“You said it was a joke...” She trails off, feeling like he’s ranting at her, feeling like she’s said the wrong thing. It’s a strange game, talking to him. She always feels like he’s laying a trap out around her, and she’s teetering on the edge of it with every question. The way he says her name makes her fight back a shudder, but she can’t hide the way she jumps when he makes the chair crash against the floor. “Well, I’m sorry you’re finding my interviews boring. But I didn’t come here for entertainment, I came here for the truth. That’s the point, between fiction and non-fiction. Right?” She forces herself to sound calm, despite the hammering of her heart in her chest.

[lifeswarm-blog]

❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜

Meg stops scrawling notes for a moment, his words sinking into her head. Ostensibly, she’d been coming to Arkham Asylum so interview him for a new book, her first foray into non-fiction. The truth, it seemed, was difficult to pin down with the man known as the Joker. She’s been listening to him talk for a while now, telling her about his childhood, his father, a story about the clowns at the circus - and then he interrupted it, just like that. 

She looks up at him, her eyes going to the damaged tattoo across his forehead and glancing at the metal grills across his teeth before she meets his eyes. They’re wide and remind her of a wild animal. His bone structure is striking, and she thinks he might be considered attractive if he looked a bit more, well, normal. 

“Was it?”

[consultingsister-arc]

@lifeswarm

“I know I said I was stopping this, and I am, but cold turkey won’t work. I need one last hit, a goodbye high.  And don’t look at me like that. Divorces are stressful, I picked the wrong time to try and quit. I had no hope in this. This is a choice thing, I can stop when I want to.”

[lifeswarm-blog]

Everything in life is stressful. Meg’s had her goodbye highs before working on overdue drafts for novels, for example. Addicts say they’re stopping all the time, but they never do. Meg listens to Cecelia and nods. “We’ll make a whole thing of it, a real last hurrah. What do you say? Take your mind off everything.”

[rpmememaker]

BITTER SOULMATE PROMPTS

( because the world needs more salt && complications. feel free to change up the context or pronouns! )

❛❛ No. No, no, no — you really don’t want me as a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ So, you’re the unfortunate soul stuck with me. ❜❜ ❛❛ Can we just - forget about this? ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re not meant for each other. Trust me. ❜❜ ❛❛ You’re my soulmate? Wow - talk about a let-down. ❜❜ ❛❛ We were only supposed to be friends. ❜❜ ❛❛ Something’s wrong with this shit system. We are not soulmates! ❜❜ ❛❛ How is that I love them more, when you’re my soulmate? ❜❜ ❛❛ I know how you look at him - even though you’re not his. ❜❜ ❛❛ Please, believe me. You are not my soulmate. You can’t be. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t want a soulmate. ❜❜ ❛❛ Find someone else - I don’t need this in my life. ❜❜ ❛❛ No way - I can’t have TWO soulmates. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not very good with commitment, or soulmates, or love. ❜❜ ❛❛ Oh - this. This is a joke. Very funny. You can call April Fools now. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not good enough for you. This is wrong. ❜❜ ❛❛ Life is cruel, huh? Pairing us together like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ To think we were fated to grow old together makes my stomach turn. ❜❜ ❛❛ Why is fate such a bitch? Why are you a bitch? ❜❜ ❛❛ This wasn’t supposed to be real. It was a joke. ❜❜ ❛❛ I don’t know what’s worse. The fact you love them, or the fact I love you. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m not suddenly trusting you with my heart! Or anything! ❜❜ ❛❛ I wish I could clean this mark off with some fate-Windex or something. ❜❜ ❛❛ Scary, right? Tied to a person you might not even know. ❜❜ ❛❛ I can’t trust you to love me. Not fully. ❜❜ ❛❛ We weren’t supposed to fall in love like this. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’m going to be frank, && say I have zero attraction to you. So this is a mistake. ❜❜ ❛❛ We’re rivals. Not soulmates. We’re supposed to be at each other’s throats. ❜❜ ❛❛ Things were better before this stupid mark, & stupid fate. ❜❜ ❛❛ I’ve tried. You can’t cut the string. I’ve tried, trust me, I’ve tried. ❜❜ ❛❛ This mark. It appeared this morning. I don’t want it - I. Don’t. Want. It. ❜❜