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[maskology]

tunglr wont let me see the starter that @monstrumfed wrote for me n honestly this is dollphobic

[barbieish]

✱ ,, <3

✱   -   take my muse by the hips to carefully move them out of their way

        she loves her life. never did she think those words would be so true, but god, she does ! she loves tim and loves alex and loves their dumpy little apartment and loves all the plants she’s strewn about in every room. it’s sickeningly, sweetly domestic and she wouldn’t have it any other way.

        soft   “oh”   escapes her as she’s so suddenly tugged from daydream - land by the feeling of hands on her hips, and when they’re gone, she’s almost sad. tim’s moved her aside in favor of grabbing something from the cabinet, but of course, she can’t allow that. her hands reach for his and bring them back, settling them right onto her hips once more. devilish grin ‘pon her pink lips before she kisses the corner of his mouth.

               ❝   don’t tease me.   ❞   she giggles against him.  ❝   i want attention, the twinkies can wait.   ❞

[maskology]

my 6 am thoughts : but ??? what DOES tim end up doing after the series ?? he moves away, sure, he tries to live a normal life but ??? he has to live with the fact that he's killed alex, someone who yeah caused him a lot of grief in turn but he was a person still / an old friend, n also,,, lowkey brian. he left jay alone n he died, too. he survived !! but everyone else died . they died bc they all got involved w the virus he brought in. how so u life w that ?? 🤔

[veronicamars]

[barbieish]

@maskology

[arkrecorded]

𝚁𝙴𝙶𝙰𝚁𝙳𝚂          :          𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺   𝙲𝙻𝙾𝚂𝙴𝙻𝚈   .

JAY   M/ERRICK,   CANON  DIVERGENT,   M/ARBLE  H/ORNETS  .   (  +  skully  arcs  ) sideblog  to  m/askology  .  recorded  by  doll  .

[maskology]

I   GO   INTO   THE   NIGHT   ,          AND   THE   NIGHT   EATS   ME   :  open  ,  ravage  ,  ingest  .  he  ,  dark  -  dwelling  ,  lethargy  swelling  .  in  the  forest  ,  he  thrives       ;        in  the  forest  ,  he  dies  .  it’s  a  cage  ,  with  thick  bars  woven  of  branches  .  yet  it’s  a  home  still  ,  the  only  one  he  has  and  the  one  he  can’t  leave  ,  not  when     THEOPERATOR     lurks  .  what  a  novelty  ,  sensing  someone  else’s  presence  :       a  study  in  idiosyncrasy  ,  a  look  into  a  strangers  motive  .  hidden  from  ‘hind  the  trees  ,  the  white  mask’s  movement  to  one  side  is  the  only  recognizable  feature  ,  confusion  laced  ,        [         almost  addled  !  almost  trepid  !         ]         as  he  stalks  forward  ,  far  too  forward  perhaps  .         EYES  ARE  NESTLED  IN  THE  WOOD  BARK  ,  WATCH  OUT  !           

↳       @abomichor​     &     ♡ .

[maskology]

judas: posting anything abt poppy,

me:

[maskology]

im gonna make a jay since no one else will n he deserves the world.

[barbieish]

mistletoe . ♡

        heart - stopping, even after all this time. mistletoe hangs above their heads and outside of them, the party continues on. there’s laughter and the smell of food and music in the air, but all she can focus on is him. ever forward when he’s shy, she’s reaching for his arms and guiding them ‘round her waist, her own resting lazily on his shoulders as she leans in close.

               ❝   hey, look up.   ❞   poppy whispers, honey tone laced with giggles. she hovers, lips teasingly grazing over his before she instead gives him a brief eskimo kiss.   ❝   mistletoe.    ❞

        and before there’s a verbal response, she’s pressing her mouth to his in a chaste, sweet kiss. her lips, bright red as a candy apple, boldly staining him   —   a saccharine act of possessiveness, a mark that sincerely, lovingly says you’re mine and how thankful i am for that. when she pulls away, it’s not fully, breath warm against him. there’s a smile on her face to put the twinkling stars outside to shame. eyes meet his before she buries her face in his shoulder shyly.

              ❝   merry christmas, tim.   ❞   muffled by the fabric of his shirt.   ❝   i love you.  ❞

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[maskology]

i want a thread where ,, maskys gotta work reluctantly with sb for ,,,,, whatever reason. unlikely friendships pls n thanks

[eyelack]

                      *   IT   WAS   ALL   A   DREAM,   JACK   !   WAKE   UP,   JACK   !

                                                           sideblog to impuritae.

[maskology]

cweepypasta mansion au ? :3c

[barbieish]

I’LL   TAKE   CARE   OF   YOU. IT’S   ROTTEN   WORK. NOT   TO   ME.   NOT   IF   IT’S   YOU.

poppy   santos   +   tim   wright   for   @maskology   !  ♡

[maskology]

❛       SO   ,   HEY                     ❜          WHAT   IS   NORMALCY   ?   NOT   THEM   .  meeting  someone  unusual  in  the  most  unusual  of  times  ;  loving  someone  heavenly  in  the  most  hellish  of  times  .  still  ,  it’s  moments  like  this  ,  when  he’s  himself  and  poppy’s  here  and  it’s  just  that  :  two  broken  people  in  the  calm  of  the  early  evening  .  there’s  more  he  wants  to  know  about  her  ,  about  them  ,  but  he  holds  any  and  all  questions  off  in  favor  of  maintaining this  facade  of  peace  and  quiet  ;  a  pretense  of  ataxary  .    ❛     i  know  you  probably   ...    prefer  ,  uh  -     ❜          a  pause  ,           ❛       the  other  me  ,  but  i’m  starving  .  so  i  was  wondering  if  you  wanted  to  grab  dinner  ?     ❜

panic  wraps  its  cold  hands  ‘round  his  throat  ,  grips  him  tight  :  when’s  the  last  time  he’s  gone  out  with  company  ?    (    but  oh  ,  time  moves  differently  now  .  each  minute  -  a  forever    )   surely  a  long  ,  long  while  ago        -  he’s  lost  the  habit  of  engaging  in  casual  conversation  ;         one  tends  to  do  so  when  solitude  becomes  a  second  skin  .  there’s  another  halt  right  after  ,  words  left  hanging  .  hand  reaches  out  to  run  through  his  hair  before  coming  to  rest  at  the  base  of  his  neck  ,               ❛      not  like  a  date  ,  or  anything   ...    unless  you  want  it  to  be  ?  i  mean  -       ❜

↳       @impuritae     &     ♡ .

[nicotineninja]

[maskology]

♡ .       @impuritae​   .

[windflowerfairy]

by Emily Dickinson