(un)broken

“T̙̣͍͙̳ͩͩ̉̏̍ͧh̦ͧ͆ȃ̳̺́ ͎̙̼̞͇͎ͭͥ̚ͅn̷͍̯̼͎̥̎̒̈́k̭ ̸͕͔͖̦̿̇̔͆ ͔̲̜̲̰͚̘̎̇͜y̫o͗̽͐̿ṷ̲̖̻̱̭͆̾͊́ͥ͊ͨ”, it repeats. Although it wasn’t one for lying - and it would have to break orders if it was commanded to tell - this sounded like a fairly simple order. Few were interested in the affairs of Dusks - really, only caring when one failed.

“Ñ̲̖ͯ͆ͬ͝ơ̌͛t̔͒̽͋ͥͭͣ͢ ̎̅̾ͯ̚̚͝t̘̺͛ͫ͆ͮe̩̯ͩͬ̈̓̀ͦ̚l̯̫͖̲̦̳̃̔̾̈ͭl̳͊͂̐̋̇ͨͤ”

And with that, it reaches forward, clamping zippered teeth around what it now knows as a vase.

#duskisms #( v; nobodies can never be somebodies. )

“Good.”

He relinquishes the vase to the Dusk, reaching for the flowers. “Want me to put those in it for you?” It’s what a vase is for, after all, and he’s not entirely sure the Dusk knows that.

It waits, expecting a punishment to be delivered upon his return. But all that happened was the Greater’s return - carrying something, it didn’t know what. Simple logic (simple enough a even Dusk could understand it) says it has to be some sort of vase, which meant the Nobody had gone out of his way to retrieve it.

“A̿̃̒͡p̜̹̗̟̺͐̉ͥ͗õͮ̃̽̃ͬ̽ͅ ̘͎̥̮ͫ̄l̮͚̝̠ͨ̄̔̏̏̈́̌o̧̮̯̥̟̣̞̞ͩͬͣ̒̌ ͪ̓ͯͫ̃̈́͛͏̟̺̮̝͖̝g̡̙̀̓̏́͂̽y”

#duskisms #( v; nobodies can never be somebodies. )

He laughs, like the Dusk has done a cute trick, and pats it on the head again.

“When someone gives you a gift, the proper response is ‘thank you.’ Now, if anyone asks, you found that in a cupboard and don’t remember which one. Unless it’s Xemnas. Him you can tell.”

“F̰̼̰̹̠̝̖̈́̍̉͂͞i̬̟̤̪͂̎ ͉̩̞̜͊̔̊ͬ̇͋͞ñ̴̫̞̰͕ͬ́͂̉ͥ̀e͇͍̲͉͓͒̃”

It’s head is bowed, and the blooms are sandwiched between the points of its fingers - it’s a miracle they haven’t been sliced in two, yet. If the Dusk wanted a vase, it would need to get that itself, not pester a Greater for it.

#duskisms #( v; nobodies can never be somebodies. )#( ;; newt actually used his power to grow a vase for duskie. )#( ;; he never uses his power if he can avoid it. )#( ;; ur welcome duskie. )

He pats the Dusk on the head and wanders off. A few minutes later he’s back holding a wooden vase. He won’t tell the Dusk how he got it, although it certainly didn’t exist until he wanted it.

“Here you go.”

It’s leaving marigolds, today.

#duskisms #( v; nobodies can never be somebodies. )#( ;; newt just. )#( ;; he just feels bad for duskie. )

“You want a vase for those?”

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#( &; about. )#( *; did i ever tell you how i got this queue? )

*pops up like a weed*

*does two replies*

wandering over to ven and roxas now, find me there if you want me.

#( ;; out of flare. )#( ;; ven is reversegriip roxas is ncbcdy. )

oriturlux-blog

Riku smiled,nestling in the others shoulder. That was okay with him,besides, he had been on adventures && he was sure the other would get plenty of adventures in his life time.

“So long as you’re happy,I’m happy.”

Of course,that didn’t mean he could stick around in one burrow of the city,much less stay completely in New York at all times. He had business dealings to take care of,things that drew his attention. So long as the wind blew && the ocean was pulled into tides by the moon, he was sure he’d be a wanderer.

#oriturlux #( v; here there be dragons. )

It had never occurred to him that one day Riku would leave. He knew, intellectually, that Riku had wandered for centuries, one of the rare inhumans to remain on Earth whem the rest fled for parts unknown. But he didn’t think Riku would leave him, or New York until Newt died.

“I’m happy as long as I’m with you,” he replied, kissing Riku’s neck.

oriturlux-blog

There’s nothing as eerie && as calming as listening to classical music. It’s something old,something that has survived years,something that lives on regardless of age. Something that he feels,though it’s strange listening to recordings of it. He’s so used to concert halls where the sound of the music fills your chest,it feels like empty passion,or like getting high. He’s not sure which. Perhaps those feelings are inherently the same,or perhaps he’s thinking about it too much.

He needs to get out more.

#oriturlux #( v; here there be dragons. )

Newt stops out in the hall when he hears the music inside, and takes a moment just to listen to it. It’s a piano concerto. Eerie and haunting, but not that difficult to play if he slowed it down a bit. And Riku likes it...

He shoves this thought away and opens the unlocked door, looking around. “Riku?” he calls, careful not to startle him. “It’s me. The door was unlocked.”

itsalec-hi

ANONYMOUSLY TELL ME YOUR HONEST OPINION ABOUT ME. I CAN’T REPLY, JUST PUBLISH.

#( *; games. )

actualtrashbag-deactivated20170

so you know the rule in fairylands where you cant eat or drink anything or you’ll have to stay there forever? does like.. .eating out/sucking dick count

holy f uck jane

its a serious question

tinfoil-on-the-windows

well like, the whole thing is that you cannot have consumed anything belonging to the fey realm. so, yes, probably, you would be stuck there. the same would apply if you just straight up ate a fairy.

new question: would deepthroating count in this case even w/o swallowing

tinfoil-on-the-windows

no. temporary doesn’t count, otherwise fairies would all be running about sticking their hands in your mouth to get human servants.

you gotta digest it.

so like??? if you puke afterwards?? maybe it doesn’t count?

huh! i wonder how long is enough time for it to be legit. like whatever goes through your stomach immediately condemns you no matter if you throw it up later?

generallyhuxurious

Well Persephone only ate 6 seeds so she only stayed 6 months, so maybe if you spat out most of it you’d just be condemned to the occasional day “BRB got go pay the two day toll for fellating a fairy.”

“you wanna come over for the weekend?”

“oh man im so sorry i sucked some fairy dick once and now i have to keep coming back to do it again– its a long story”

“you what now”

the-negotiator

i can hardly believe this isn’t already the plot of an Oglaf comic