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THIS IS WHAT I LIVE FOR.

I THINK THERE’S A FLAW IN MY CODE.

they said the city would eat you whole and there would be nothing left to remember you by; vanished, gone, a magic trick for the humans who despise you.

because this is not your fairytale, they tell you. you are not swooping in to save their day to garner their praise and admiration and love. you are beneath the mud on their shoes. you should be grateful you’re even here at all.

they built you up, your skin and flesh and bones before they called you dirty for surviving.

so you sink into the mud and the dust and the earth dissolving into shadows and corners ignoring the humming under your skin the powers that set you apart but will never make you a hero.

because you are different because you are feared because nothing good could come from you and your scraped up knuckles and your burning eyes because you are an accident, a mistake, a virus— mutant mutant mutant to the core.

but this city will not swallow you raw and bloodied because you know it better than you know yourself. you are its gutters and alleys and it is the grime-sweat-blood that coats your fingers as you push yourself up from the sharp pavement — and it has been embedded in your hands long before this.

they say this city will eat you; their flesh will tear under your teeth instead.

#m.#this town will eat you.#is this jack??#is this israel?????#is it just mutants in general???#who knows?????

i bet you kiss your knuckles right before they touch my cheek.

#bloodbonemeat #please tell me why we came up with these two they hurt me?????#m.#jack.

bloodbonemeat

#i'M FUCKIN CRYIING IT JACK #ooc.

bloodbonemeat

“you kiddin’? you’ve always been too good f’it.”

she deserved foundation and a tangible roof instead of a fire escape, he thought. he doesn’t say it and instead lets the tips of his too-large fingers brush near hers and cover them up, as though he didn’t want the alley to see them somehow - that he could’ve protected her down to the last molecule of ugliness this city could put on her. he’s nervous when he touches her fingers - a jolt of energy that pools in his stomach and runs through his body like an electric current. he can feel warmth spread through his cheeks and the back of his neck. “yeah,” he says to distract himself from her, looking around the alley and elsewhere than her pretty hair & her round face that he wanted to kiss more than anything. “—- ’cept i kinda miss them dumpsters,” he adds with a tinge of nostalgia. the dumpsters would’ve provided a foot rest, if nothing else. he lets himself look at her and his hulking shoulders sag just a bit with relief and relaxation — because she’s here, at least, and he can be assured she won’t be going anywhere.

makesamonster

so have you, she wanted to say, because she’d watch him push his way up from the ground and the gutters time and time again, only to be kicked and punched and beaten back. so have you because he was born a test-tube baby and bred a delinquent, and still his brows furrowed and his gaze dropped to his hands every time he cracked a plate or bent a toy out of shape.

so have you, she thinks, but instead she just lets their fingers thread together, easy where his were unsure, her eyes meeting his face even as his flit away.

(she knows his nervousness and his hesitance perhaps even more than she knows her own, but she doesn’t mind being the person he steadies on.)

“i don’t. i was half considering eating out of them before you showed up.”

#bloodbonemeat #t.

bloodbonemeat cont.

some people would be wary of plopping down in the middle of a piss-stained alleyway in the middle of the bad part of town— the mutant sectors rising up all around with their residents slipping in and out of frame like shadows— wouldn’t be the best idea in the world.

(evie called it home.)

but jack’s lopsided grin is always enough to bring out one of her own, and she sits next to him, shoulder and knee bumping against his own in a move of familiarity and comfort.

“since when have i been too good for it?”

and though her voice is joking and light, she knows he knows she’s not— that the city lives just as much in her as it does in him, embedded under their fingernails and in the cracks of their hands.

(and though jack would’ve said he was far more stained with it than she was, evie knew that a gutter rat was a gutter rat, just as a mutant was a mutant, no matter how much they looked like they weren’t.)

“i will say you did one better than i did and picked an alley without dumpsters.”

at least there were little bright sides.

#bloodbonemeat #t.#kILLS MYSELF WITH FEELINGS

her eyes rim red first, as if she’s been crying, before going darker than their normal color. her hands shake, then her shoulders. you might think she’s upset, but it’s like a shot of adrenaline coursing through her, sharpening everything around her. you might think her skin cracks and grays, her face distorts and twists, her hands look less worrying in fists than waiting for something to claw at. the girl you’re used to drops away, being replaced by something instinctual, something raw, something you definitely don’t want to look in the eye.

it’s unsettling at best, terrifying at worst— and not the least because, for a while, you tricked yourself, letting yourself think that she might’ve been human.

(there’s no such thing as a pretty monster.)

#hc.#the monster.#i'm trying to work on evie's power visually and i just #i love it bc there's this really sweet girl and her power is ABSOLUTELY FUCKING TERRIFYING #and it's in no way supposed to be an asset or a 'gift'#and she hates it and you really can't say exo is doing much good when powers like hers exist

foxmouth

Landscapes, 2015 | by Matt Lief Anderson

#this town will eat you.#y ooooo the desert ones #... idk why i picture los mansos as both desert and somewhere it snows #wh oo ps

braveprncess

#can u quit #the girl.

fuckingsaiint-blog

JESUS, DO I HAVE TO DO EVERYTHING? WARNING: AUTOPLAY.

#true ba e #p.

watch out; updating theme/rules/p much everything today

#just cause i want something new #m.

heartofahiro

when she set out to go get much-needed groceries with her small stash of always-just-barely-enough money, she had expected to just get followed around by the (human) manager, get a little bit annoyed, and leave-- everything usual, everything normal—

she hadn't expected to almost get bowled over by a kid running so fast that he might as well not have been hitting the ground at all.

“woah woah— damn, okay—”

the groceries were mostly saved; it took evie just a moment to sweep back up a fallen bag of bread before she turned back to the human missile who was now sprawled out from the impact, and offering her hand to help him up.

“you okay, kid?”

#I JUST PUT THIS IN LOS MANSOS BUT I CAN CHANGE IT IF YOU WANT #heartofahiro #t.

sendameme

BOLD all that applies to your muse!

makesamonster

EDUCATION: High School | College | University | Higher Education

I’VE BEEN: In Love | Hurt | Sick | Abused

#hc.#the girl.

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makesamonster

— the hosts with the most ghosts

mr & mrs

#tHE BAES #m.#p.

ayy like this if you want a little something tomorrow maybe???

#i feel like writing so u know #m.#tbd.

mutant powers are about as varied and wild as you can get... not unlike the people the powers are attached to. sure, you get your standard flying/invisibility/super strength... but you also get mutants with bands of light under their skin, mutants who can always tell when you're lying, mutants who can walk through walls if they want and mutants who can do nothing more than speed-read or make their hair change color on whims. power and scope of abilities are random; not even exo has really figured out how even the mutants they create developed their powers.

#hc.#i love weird mutant powers they make me really happy

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