Boiling Point 1990
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@marcabre
Boiling Point 1990
āYou donāt like letting people in? Well, me neither.ā
āyou donāt like letting people in? well, me neither.āĀ Ā
ā...yeah.āĀ
the lack of response in that one-worded reply suggested that most of keisukeās focus was dead set on the baseball slinging back and forth. bouncing off the brick walls, the floors, back to his bat, repeat. except for when it hits his face and he recoils back with a sharp hiss. a pinch to the nose bridge does the trick, and scrunching his eyebrows alleviated the spur of pain that smacked his forehead to hell and back.Ā
āthese days, iāve been so busy,ā the boy huffs, setting the bat down to join michiko on the parkās bench.Ā ādo you ever spend 3 nights awake for no reason?ā
So, are you not gonna tell me or nah.
.... when you sayĀ ājenna toolsā aloud ...it sounds like ...geni... i gotta go.Ā
Misc. starter sentences.
Feel free to alter the wording, pronouns, context etc!
āMost of the time I feel like Iām just going through the motions, like a robot.ā āI something terrible and faceless in my dreams last night.ā āItās good to get outside every once in a while, be part of the world again.ā āI spent years hiding from people, thinking Iād be happier that way, but I had never been more miserable.ā āEvery time I close my eyes, I see them. Theyāll always be in my head.ā āI didnāt deserve that, and neither do you.ā āYou have to try to get better. You canāt let yourself waste away.ā āYouāre not the sum of your mistakes. You can always do better.ā āJust because the past was awful doesnāt mean the future has to be.ā
āDo you ever people-watch?ā āIt scares me, what people must think of us.ā āDo you care what people think of you?ā āHow will you be remembered?ā āCome for a walk with me.ā āWe need to talk about what I/you did.ā āWhy do you always lie?ā āI wouldnāt do that to you.ā āYou would never hurt me. Iām safe with you.ā
āI need you closer. Please.ā āI donāt want to talk about it. Just hold me.ā āWhatās the point of getting into a relationship if they always end?ā āWould it kill you to tell me you care about me, just once?ā āNobody gets a happy ever after.ā āYou donāt do affection, do you?ā āYou donāt like letting people in? Well, me neither.ā āI canāt help you if you keep pushing me away.ā āIf I wanted your help, Iād ask for it. Stop prying.ā āWould you let me touch you? Please?ā
a little psa! i can only spontaneously write for the characters that are still alive. to write with a character who has passed, we would have to plot some nifty past-shtuff that would take place before their deaths. kk thank u.
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Muse: Jihoon To: @marcabre Note: Liked the ad!
Jihoon knew better than to be sticking his nose into someone elseās business, especially since he did not like others meddling in his own. The fact that he even overheard the odd conversation was a mistake but he knew that the worst was to make eye contact with the person. Adding insult to injury, the pilot smirked looking away from the stranger only to shove his hands deeper into his pockets, ādonāt worry, Iām only minding my own business.āĀ
it took three days to wash out all the damn demonic acid from his high kicks. these boys have been with him since his baseball days, but even after three jugs of bleach, no dice. heāll have to see if thereās some sort ofĀ āsupernatural bleachā that could counter this supernatural bitch of a stain. so now heās bumming it out in flip flops to match his khakis and a hawaiian shirt that wouldāve sounded like that one song with the pina coladas.Ā
āand i was tryinā my darnedest not to buy new shoes, but damn!ā from the way his words slurred, and how red his face was made it out like he was just about teetering to stay sober. however, there was only one empty beer can sitting stupidly before him to suggest that keisuke was a hopelessly light drinker.Ā āthat demon thing was chasing me too. llike i was scared or somethinā! fuck no, i was tryāna dodge that acid stuff from hitting my shoes!Ā so damn annoying, what the hell,ā as he muttered that last bit into the rim of his can, he was completely oblivious to the old man that he verbally held captive getting the fuck outta there once he saw his chance. smart guy, couldnāt say the same about this next one.Ā
ādonāt worry, iām only minding my own business.ā
...
āi think that thing was pregnant,ā is what he finally says after taking what was probably 3 whole minutesĀ to decide that this man was probably the same one he was ranting to seconds ago. probably a little younger, but after one and a half cans of beer? nahhh, heās always looked like that. the lightweighted keisuke swivels on his stool so that he settles into a new position, facing his one-man audience ofĀ whom he thought was sitting to his left and continues right where he left off.
āyeah it... it tripped on its own and started rubbing its belly, like... it was shushing something. and then i heard these cries and shit, think it came from its womb. so maybe... ??? do you think demonās have morality?ā at this point, just about anyoneās legally allowed to leave these deep talks from a drunk.
I hate you you nerd
i... i mean no offense when i say this, but youāre the last person who should be calling anyone a nerd.Ā
WILL YOU JUST TELL ME BEFORE I HIT YOU
listen, i got balls alright, but i dONāT GOT THE BALLS FOR THIS. HAVE A NICE ONE.
Who is Jenna Tools?
ā¦mā¦.michiā¦. youā¦
give me one good reason why i shouldn't punch your face in
marceline: it would be way too rewarding
wendy: i'm the last of my species
takeshi: no one yelled 'world star' yet
taehyung: if you're punching me, then who's flying the plane?!
keisuke: i'd rather just do it myself
jaehyun: when you move in to punch me, i'm going to hold a bucket up in front of my face, then your fist will just punch the inside of an empty bucket and you'll look ridiculous
iām a simple man. i make ocās, i give them overwatch mains. what the hell else am i gonna do while revamping. actually write lore??? nahhhh.
marceline: brigette bc sheās broken/op as hell and blizzard hasnāt done anything to nerf her so sheās praying that they donāt touch her because sheās the only reason why mars gets gold in eliminationsĀ
wendy: hammond, he is the bEST contester and his dying animation motivated her to always heal up and stay alive because it breaks her heart to see him die
mr.takeshi: widowmaker because he never felt so alive taking headshots, itās like real life! also he likes making fun of how sheās 75% legs and has a weird s-line back.
taehyung: dva but sometimes roadhog. the inner mecha nerd in him is compelled to pick dva, quintuple kills after ults are 100% confirmed better than snatching grand prix races. also dva is cUUUUTE.
keisuke: solider 76 because heās the only one he really has a grasp for after playing the tutorials. once he got the grill master skin and theĀ āim not your fatherā voiceline, keisuke became the ultimate tea baggerĀ
jaehyun:Ā torbjouyjuuuyern. totally not because he can sit in a corner and let his turret do all the work, but mostly because all of his potgās are stupid as hell and itās great. torbās pirate skin is his number one favorite.
@marcabre
marceline: *over the phone* okay i'm gonna go buy some tor-tilahs
hyuntae: you mean tortillas?
marceline: that's what i said
explode, cream, scream.
[ wow iād suck a fart out of his ass Ā ]
midway to his walk back to where she was situated, he notices her wallet out on top of the coffee table in the middle of the living room. he gets distracted from the formal poised female in an id photo that was visibly inserted on the unfurled part of the pocket-sized holder. beautiful as ever, he thinks, even though the awkwardness was evident from the pose. it takes a while for him to snap back to his senses but as soon as he does, he realizes a tiny detail below the picture he was subtly drooling over. come to think of it, heās never really asked the female or have been told of her age. now he sees it, all in its glory, her whole date of birth. and so, he excitedly leans over, setting aside the bowl he had in hand to guiltily read the rest.
in amusement, a lop-sided grin paints his features and only with the faint noise that sheād let out does his attention divert back to the unaided female. he comes over, kneeling on the floor with the wet handkerchief in his calloused palm but the moment his hand hovered over her, itās met by the grip of her fingers around his wrist. startled, he jumps up slightly in his position whilst eyes widen in obvious surprise.Ā ānoonaāā he unknowingly blurts out, observing her actions with features painted with confusion. she was asleep, right? he ponders in the midst of alarm.
"so uh...my door is kind of... not. working. i need you to fix it. no questions- just get here asapā is what she tells hyuntae over the phone after two years of mostly-nothing. was it wrong to suddenly call without even a proper hello? normally yes, but in marcelineās defense, she couldnāt submit to that. it was more or so a pride thing, and the only other reasonable option was to give him an excuse to come over because the idea of simply sayingĀ āgood to have you back, letās meet up some timeā was much less likely to seem reasonable.
which is why she impulsively broke the hinges off her door with a hammer and quickly deposed of the evidence- being the hammer, somewhere out of hyuntaeās sight: her underwear drawer. great, she praised herself. now all that was left to do was sit back and ignore the occasional blur of her vision, wait on the couch... and sit... without passing out...Ā in slow intervals between five or so seconds, her legs give out and are then reduced to jelly. the room tilts back and forth until its swept rapidly in a dizzy haze.
unwittingly, she passed out.
thereās a strange man that sits through thick murky lenses. this is where the sleeperās subconscious sees that tonight is not like the rest and for once sheās only aware of whatās being played before her, much like a single man in an empty theater. immobile, she watches from an unspoken perspective. the man- monstrously tall, rummages through debris and dark matter with urgency in his gestures. but simply watching alone felt strange. the man was incomplete, this much was certain according to the one watching him. perhaps he was looking for something. something distinctively close, as if all he had to do was reach out and simply...Ā
marcelineās throat heightens but fades, knees sprawled atop the floor the moment she rolls off the couch. the impact disrupts nothing as she slowly descends deeper into sleep.Ā
the monstrous man bears no face, its grip is iron, coiled around the littleĀ subconscious. she observes him without fear, and allows herself to be extracted from this closed space. the manāsĀ gutturalĀ rumbles echo throughout theĀ dreamscape and it pins theĀ subconsciousĀ against a ground that crumbles like concrete. even thisĀ elicitsĀ no reaction. the figure beneath him only stares despite not having a face of her own. though this was no concern to the strange man and its box-shaped head, he was sated enough to know that theĀ subconsciousĀ was sharp enough to refrain from struggling.Ā
they werenāt meant to split, theĀ subconsciousĀ and the man. neither knew how it came to be. the vessel who carried both in her brain was a direct link to the cause, but mending these severed times was easy, so there was no need for any reason. without a moments notice, the monstrous manās head unravels, the safe unlocks with a heavy click. using his gloved hands to tear theĀ subconsciousĀ at the seams, a swarm of intestines and other various shapes of raw meat lurch forward from his open hatch and swallows her from the inside out. now with theĀ subconsciousĀ under its mercy, the vessel will remain unoccupied for a moment, but soon the two will intertwine once more and become one.Ā
her vision fades open towards a blinding light, thereās a vague assortment of shapes and a figure that remain out of focus. from an outside perspective, her eyes resembled glass, indicating that she wasnāt consciously present in the room. she was half awake, a thin trail of drool falling off the corner of her lips. when her hand shoots forward to grab onto the closest limb, she wasnāt aware of it, but watches. her body grips this limb to restrain it, but giving the capacity of her strength, the figure could have easily misread the motion. and so her body moves without her, and there was nothing she could do but observe, going back to the single man in an empty theater.Ā
a whimper arises, masked in thick breaths. she assumes that it was from her but the thought was soon forgotten as her body shoves the figure out of her breathing space, and staggers toward the kitchen meekly. she was searching for something, just like the man from her dreams, only this time her body language was whelmed and passive as she treaded through the vague shapes with care. for the time being, the body subdued, gingerly looking through the walls.
but to her dismay, the vision glitches and suddenly her body appeared in abruptly outside the kitchen with a sharpened knife and fork. the only thing that stood before her was the figure and nothing else. the drool on her chin felt thicker and ran beneath her jaw, her grip of the knife tensed with anticipation, and her stomach rumbled. though the thing that brewed at the pit of her stomach wasnāt hunger. it was arousal.Ā
soon enough, the crease on her lips tighten into a smile, contrasting her body in the most blatant paradox. her left hand toys with the knife in her hand like a skilled magician, dribbling the hilt between her fingers in ways that would have been impossible for marceline to attempt. as she slowly made her advance, the figure before her vision became clearer and clearer until- hyuntae.Ā
her stomach flared immediately after the discovery and she couldnāt tell if it was an act rushing from her body or her mind.Ā her body charged like an incoming train and the knife lunges forward but misses, sinking into a cushion-like surface, most likely a couch. a surge of panic rose at the heart of her consciousness. marceline needed to wake up before any of this gets out of hand. the silver lining between her motor skills and her mind was faint, but she knew that she needed to act with urgency. however for her, waking up is hard, and the back of her brain that lulled her back to sleep was far too tempting to give into. but this was hyuntae.Ā it was like swallowing a swarm of bullets as her mind sat, watching herself struggle to attack the man. thankfully he resisted. considering her small physique and lack of stamina, it would have been easier to contain her erratic movements. but what piqued her more than anything else was that he seemed to be speaking- or hollering, the words were gradually becoming clearer and clearer the more she focused. clear enough for her to understand-
āha.. hyuntae- hyuntae?,āso she finally breathed, hyper aware of everything and anything the moment she awoke. unfortunately allĀ āmemoriesā of the past few minutes have faded into a pleasant void in her mind as if she wasnāt going to eat the brilliant man above him like a gluttonous monster. incidentally, she woke to the other looming above her, herself pinned to the couch. luckily her hands were empty, and she was once again rational- or rather rationally to an extent. her lips- glossed in drool, mouthed a silent what the fuck as her eyes dart from their position, to the mess in her living room. her picture frames were scattered, most of what once stood on her coffee table had fallen over. her own appearance was disheveled but that was probably because she passed out soundly like a sleeping giant over her couch. so what the fuck was happe-
ah. what a damn minute. hyuntae was on top of her.Ā and the flare in her stomach swelled infinitely. based on that alone, the oblivious miss was left with no choice but to assume that...
ever so slowly, a devilish grin graces marcelineās lips, eyes crinkled in sharp slits. it wouldāve been strange to decipher whether she was genuinely happy or genuinely ready to āindulgeā in whatever she assumed happened. āso youāre here, i see,ā she composed calmly, but the edge in her voice was far too dangerous to dismiss,āfunny... no matter how many times iāve imagined this moment, i figured itād be me on top of you.
but then again, you never cease to surprise me.āĀ