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SCREAMING IN OWN ASS I USED THE WRONG MEME im not a rare pepe
" Hahaha, can I watch ? ;) "
MEME:: Fuckboy Starters.
❛no. there is nothing to see here anyway.❜
&&;; mxstergenkai
❛your tongue has not dulled with age.❜
&&;; deityviii.
❛my, what a creation the god’s have conceived...young deity, you have a long ways to go.❜
He doesn’t expect the tone that comes, surprisingly, he has no retort outside of a short grunt of annoyance below his breath. He waits, to see if he gets his explanation. What comes, he didn’t at all expect. Words upon words, it becomes difficult to take in. For a good moment, the old man’s hot blood that only seconds ago threatened to boil over, now runs cold.
The man known for his wolfish grin and snappy mouth is anything but either, seemingly stunned to silence. The mention of his sister— bless her soul— was not expected, and he finds himself… empty. This could be all set up, all just someone gathering intel that had finally bitten him on the ass, but something within knows that isn’t true because he’s felt this one too many times before. He has no means to deny it, and though his blood boils, his words are escaping him.
His glory days were nothing more than the chronicles of a handsome young man that had wound up in a bad situation, it’s all coming back to him now, just a threatened, hot-blooded and vicious young animal—a streetrat with both the best and worst luck the world had ever seen. He’d never escaped that life entirely, but he can’t deny those he’s killed, both too proud and too honest. And now he feels something more, some kind of unwanted guilt sticking to him just as underground grime and muck once had and this… fear, almost. Normally, he would not care if others knew what he’d done, but they’d only heard rumours as there’d never been true witnesses. Here, it is all known, every encounter and every detail, there is no mystery to how disgusting this man truly is. He loathes it, the idea of being read like an open book. He’d always been the one at the poker table hiding cards up his sleeve until this point, but now his hand had been seen through. Instantly, the concept of what he is leaves him with nothing more than the sensation of being a fly, indeed.
“…it ain’t my fault, what happened to my sis.” He speaks with gritted teeth, needing to reassure himself more than anything. A part of him is thankful to hear she passed in some sort of peace, only having stumbled upon the body once it was too late. Another point he hates—things could have been different had he found her days earlier. Idiot. He lacks aggression all of a sudden, acknowledging he is nothing in the power of such an entity and instead holding his head down to dwell in old sorrows. “That was her life, she needed to get by. Yeah, I’ve done shit far worse in my time, I kill when it suits, take care of threats. Whatever. I did what I did back then to send a message, to protect what I could, I couldn’t have done anythin’ to improve her, couldn’t have saved her if I tried. . . couldn’t fuckin’ save myself, let alone her.”
His voice had grown to a quiet mumble by the end of it, hardened glare lifting back up towards the other. He’s spent many years wondering if there was anything beyond, and he knows there is no chance for redemption, especially if his dream never comes to fruition. He doesn’t show his dread and he doesn’t see the point in turning over a new leaf right before him. He remains as he is aware nothing’s going to improve. He hides the fact that he’s insignificant outside of the few jumps and pauses in his speech.
“You say I feed off others– but that’s just the way of the world nowadays. Titans ain’t different, same goes for people– right? I’m wonderin,’ though…– that truly it? You finally show your face just to ask me a question and tell me how my life don’t mean anythin’? For a fly, I must be pretty damn special to you. You a fan? Hah– or are you gonna make this worth your while and tell me how much I’m gonna rot while you’re here? I already got a good idea, but go ahead.”
❛is that what you tell yourself to evade your guilt ?? such a repetitive mantra. you owe it to her resting soul to admit there was something you could have done. you were so wrapped up in your hunger for power that she fell forgotten, to the back burner. i wonder if you had even taken the time out of your schedule to check up on her, maybe she could have lived to see the man her son has become. there is nothing you can do now aside from repenting yet you do not even have the courage to do that. spitting excuse after excuse. the next time you do i will make you choke on them like they are your last words.❜
HIS EYES ARE MADE OF TEMPLES FILLED WITH SCRIPTURES OF CLANDESTINE GOSPELS, they hold answers that he dare not shed light upon, a god bound by a decree he dare not break. Ivory ironed hues bore down upon adjacent optics, spewing warning signs in place of a bladed tongue. It is a silent caution draped in ominous nature, palpable in the swollen air, as if he intended to suffocate without the act of murder. It lingers like sickly tendrils dancing upon spines, tickling nerves akin to an arctic bite, a taste of DEATH as if to say, ‘ you asked for it. ‘
❛is that it- HA. mind your tongue before you lose it, BOY.❜
❛i’ll confess, you held my intrigue. your obvious love for your family is what brought up this attraction. however, your greater self-love proved fatal to your redeeming quality. i’ve shown my face to many. you are no special. humans intrigue me, to put it simply, how barbaric and so beautiful you all are. how disgusting and wonderful...— whether your soul is left to eternally suffer or not doesn’t rest in my hands. i simply bring you to be judged...i can take you gently or i can tear you apart in the process. i make that decision in your final moments....reading over the records of your entire life...seeing through your eyes, feeling all that you have. when you pass we’ll share an intimate moment and then i’ll make that choice. i cannot say even now, despite my negative feelings unto you, how i will take you.❜
Akin to a gentle breeze, he laughs, soft and silky, dissipating any former eclipse into luminescence. ❛my, you have a talent for ruffling my feathers. i suppose that is a feat in itself.❜
“Those that are kind of heart in this world they do not survive, it is rare if they do. It is sad, those with purity should flourish in this god awful place” such bitterness he harbored for their ways of living, it never wavered not even from the days that he was a mere boy. “At least she will have kindness in the after life, so many wish for it since this world is far too cruel. People like that though, with intentions that are not to be skeptical of make this dingy place colorful to say the least"
Laughter billowed from his lips as the guard he carried dropped slightly, enough for his shoulders to slump as he shook his head. "I suppose it is indeed lucky. If it’s not imposing, may I ask what you think of this cage we call a world? you must visit it frequently”
❛what do i think of your world ?? ❜
THE QUESTION ECHOES FROM BLACKENED LUNGS, lamenting and animosity woven together in velvet breaths, soft yet tangible in the thickening air, radiating an endless sorrow hemorrhaging the former tranquility.
❛i hold many thoughts about this world that evoke many different feelings. The two that are most overbearing are mourning and enmity. what a sad and tragic life you all lead, the struggle to simply live. i have seen the death’s of all things that have passed and i am cursed to remember how they felt in that moment, their names, their lives. i suppose my anger is quite obvious. men are foolish. humans are eternally beautiful and deplorable. so flawed. the horrendous things you all do to one another just to get by. the list goes on and on. there is beauty here but, it’s a false one. this world is eternally filthy. it’s in dire need of a liberation yet knowing you creatures...even if you go beyond these walls once more....your ruin will be more subtle. you humans are set in your ways. murder would still exist. the sex trade would still be thriving. poverty would not cease. the thirst for power would reign supreme. it is from all the years i have existed, from before your walls had risen, this is something that has not changed. you breed destruction. you wage wars. even with a common enemy you still cannot unite. sure, at first men will be in awe, ever so grateful to have their vast lands and resources returned to what they believe the rightful place. give it time. you all will be squabbling over who owns what, who’s piece of land is better than whoms, who owns which piece of land. a hatred will bud. discrimination will bloom. wars, and money will run your lives. i’ve only seen a select few people where power and freedom did not corrupt them. if you all are consistent in one thing, it is destruction. if you escape from your cages it will be a less....visible ruin then it is now.❜
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2: all over kiss
3: back kiss
4: cheek kiss
5: eyelid kiss
6: fingers kiss
7: firm kiss
8: first kiss
9: forehead kiss
10: french kiss
11: gentle kiss
12: ghost kiss
13: hand kiss
14: jawline kiss
15: last kiss
16: neck kiss
17: rain kiss
18: stomach kiss
19: underwater kiss
20: upside down kiss
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‘the beauty of anything is always up to the eye of the beholder… some may find it disturbing, but there will always be someone who will find it lovely. ah, but.. I usually give mine away to whoever would like it. I do commissions if requested, but I really just enjoy it. the mind is a place of the imagination, and it helps me express it. why ask for money when I can share it with the world?’
❛how beautifully put. — you certainly are a kind soul, aren’t you ?? it’s rare these days to come across. i have to wonder if anyone returns it...your eyes....they look tired. it tells me...not many people do. how long has it been since you’ve last got a full night’s sleep ?? it would be a shame if you worked yourself to death.❜
morteisms CONJURED UP A STARTER
❝Did you get the sawdust bean? they’re so gross, my big brother once got dirt it was really funny. I think this one is apple! Here, take it❞
❛why would anyone make such a flavor ??— ah thank you but, i’m going to pass. i do not trust these beans any longer.❜
This blog hasn’t been open that long and already I’ve met so many amazing people! This bias list is super small because this is supposed to be a teeeenie tiny shout out to my favourite writers as well as a huge THANK YOU to everyone who has followed so far! If you aren’t mentioned IT ISN’T A PERSONAL THING my hands are sleepy and I can’t remember everyone’s URLS slay me [x]
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morteisms gets their own little segment because wow perf rp partner tbh. I LOVE YOU RII thank you for putting up with my nasty kinks! You’re the best ship partner for so many of my muses and I love writing anything with you. I’M SO BLESSED GOD DAMN. Please ily…
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THANK YOU GUYS you have been so supportive and wonderful and seeing you on my dash is so nice! Some of you I have yet to say hello to but consider this a huge I LOVE YOU stamp on your foreheads from me xox
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‘ alright. i’ll go find her on my own. ‘
“ NO what I’m saying is shut the fuck and — and — fuck me already… god damn it. I HATE YOU SO FUCKING MUCH JUST SHUT UP !! “
‘ what makes you think i want to touch you—...i’ve sullied myself enough by even talking to you let alone laying with you. i’m upgrading myself to your mother. where is she ?? ‘