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𝕬𝖓𝖞𝖆 𝕮𝖍𝖆𝖑𝖔𝖙𝖗𝖆 𝖆𝖘 𝖄𝖊𝖓𝖓𝖊𝖋𝖊𝖗 ♢ 𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖂𝖎𝖙𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖗
THE GREEN KNIGHT 2021 | dir. David Lowery
a historical / fantasy / period / medieval friendly character survey.
bold your muses preference.
orion ――
roses / cherry blossoms / orchids / tulips
winter / summer / autumn / spring
thunderstorms / sunshine / snow
indoors / outdoors
meat / fruit / sweets
extravagance / traditionalism / minimalism
god fearing / non god fearing
cats / dogs / horses / birds
sunrise / sunset
day time / night time
fire / earth / water / wind
reading / writing
rising early / sleeping late
wine / ale / neither
fur / silk / satin / lace
rubies / pearls / sapphires
horse back / walking / carriages
love / power
having company / being alone
lakes / rivers / oceans
knife / sword / bow / poison
gold / silver
where; faethryl’s quarters - elysia
when; late evening
who; faethryl ( @nauranor )
orion had always been an overachiever, whether in regards to himself or towards the status he was complacent to uphold ― his father was always prideful of that fact, though for what seemed to be all the wrong reasons. day in and out he preached to the choir of how noble a son orion was. . . noble, yes, but also quiet. observant. compassionate. love was no hindrance to him, and yet the prince had never experienced it beyond familial or friendship; perhaps it was by design, for more reasons than one, that he should end up in as complex a situation as this.
it was no secret how much he knew faethryl abhorred the nobility ― or perhaps it was simply the idealization of it? it suddenly occurred to orion that since their betrothal, they hadn’t had time to even sit and talk; passing remarks, pleasantries, and cheerful jives were all well and done between them, but what of the more serious talks? the prince had held a yearning to be closer to the elf since their introductions, yet far more hesitant in harming rather than healing. . . for the first time in his life, orion wanted to prove he could be different. perhaps that was why he was caught so off guard when faethryl had extended an evening invitation to him. . . or perhaps, in the contrary, it was because he could finally be himself.
leave it to me to be too early, he thinks to himself whilst practically speed-walking down the hallway ― if it wasn't for the need to get around the guards, orion swears he would’ve been been sprinting by now. his heartbeat, as much as it could be considered, filled his mind and wiped whatever inkling of thoughts he had. . . part of him worried about looking juvenile with his behavior, but the other was too happy to care. of course, a good luck streak for the prince couldn’t last that long; with his adrenaline heightened and a sudden inkling of self-criticism filling him, he mistakes a doorway for another hall and turns straight into the wood ― the clatter and shaking of the entryway sends more panic through him than the sudden clutching of his nose, hopping on one foot as he desperately tries to reign in the yell of pain that threatened to burst. still, he finds it difficult to not curse his cousin twice-removed; muttering low under his breath, it takes orion a moment to clarify that his nose hadn’t opened up to the world. . . yet just as long to realize that the door had.
“ ah. . . hello, love. “ straightening up as though in the presence of the king himself, orion beckons a sheepish smile towards his elven betrothed ― and hopes, silently, he hadn’t been there to witness the entire circus that was unleashed. “ i, ah, hope I'm not too early? I know we didn’t decide on an exact time but-. . . nevermind. “
agecfwonder:
haman’s hand stays firm on the shoulder as the mage drops, fingers tightening their grip and squeezing hard on muscle and tendon. the recruit is forgotten, all that matters is this: a hunt come to fruition, victory sweet on his tongue when he feels how lucian’s breath trembles as he struggles to draw in air, the vibrations working it’s way through the blade. “it’s fitting that your blood should spill here,” he croons, watching those fingers curl into the grass and dirt below, “the only land that you’ll poison has already been tainted.” tainted by elves — usurpers, false-faces that mocked true humanity.
it’s surprising in a way that forces adrenaline to rush through his veins - awakening his senses and widening his too- bright eyes - when lucian forces himself to stand. his hand stays firm on his shoulder - moving with him, even as the mage’s side leaned against a nearby tree. waiting for the mage to begin to draw another one of those shuddering breaths, haman’s hand on lucian’s shoulder grips and with a quick motion, draws the sword back, sliding the blade free of the mage’s body. a dark chuckle fills his chest, stepping with slow and determined steps to come around lucian’s side, watching as darkness starts to stain the shadowed fabric.
“what reason do you have to fight, fell?” there’s a genuine curiosity in his voice, eyes trained on the mage as he circles to face him, the point of his bloodied sword down but his sword arm tensed to strike should the other make any move. “i told you: no one escapes their fate. and the moment you traded in your humanity for that dark power, yours was sealed.” the corner of haman’s mouth quirks in amusement at the trembling hand lifted — the briefest stab of pain seems to run through his blood but it’s nothing but a pinprick before it’s gone. and haman’s smile widens wolfishly as lucian drops to a knee. it’s no surprise that he continues to run his mouth — — it’s all he has left anyway.
lifting the flat of his blade, haman moves it to bump against the bottom of lucian’s jaw, “do they bring you comfort? your words of false bravado?” head tilting slightly at the intensity of the glare shot his way, he muses as the flat of his sword moves, the point tracing a slow line down the slope of lucian’s throat, a small bead of blood appearing at the first press of the blade. “i told you it would be slow but perhaps not that slow; you haven’t much time left before your blood soaks the ground. perhaps it would be more prudent to spend your last breaths on atonement — repenting and begging the gods for forgiveness for throwing away their most precious gift before you meet the afterlife.” the press of the blade against the side of his throat becomes more apparent and haman’s eyes are almost feverish when they watch lucian’s face, “would you have me dispatch you faster? would you beg me for a swift death, lucian fell? appeal to my mercy?”
-
“ it is not your mercy they will appeal to. it is mine. “
it is a icy chill, a voice as sharp as an ebony knife, that slices a fold within the crisp night air; that which could be considered a partial illusion, the voice rings in the minds and souls of those that bestowed the forest’s carapace. dread — the weight of it bears down like the current of an unyielding ocean, its tendrils slipping past the cracks of even the harshest iron-will. there is no visible source, no telltale sign of who or what might be conjuring such whispers that threatened to steal the very urge to live; whatever light could humble within a person fell to the wants of being snuffed out.
cold. . . there was nothing but the cold.
the night seemed to much heavier then, the taste of copper dampening one’s tongue as the stars turned their backs to what they had created. to what they had betrayed. the hindrance of a child’s nightmares seemed oh so far away. . . frosted steel and trembling hearts would do little to discern the demon that had so appeared — perhaps it was the spilt crimson upon the forest floor, or the swell of poisonous victory that coated the assailants’ armor. such venom tainted and masked by the moon’s mysteries. . . perhaps, instead, it was for a reason far more. . . nefarious.
“ you disappoint me, nero. for all your brutality, you are still so. . . . mundane. “
SNAP
a strained scream rips through the tension, youthful apprehension torn from the very veins of the accuser. a hand, bent in the most unnatural of angels, the bone piercing honeyed skin. the boy — for as much innocence as he dared claim, spurred by the unholy sanctimony given an oath to, he lay bare before the nightmares conjured.
RIP
the heavens beckon him, and yet the hells claim him. against the blackened ink of the sky, the moonlight coats a halo around the disfigured acolyte. a leg, suspended only by sinews of flowing crimson and buckled armor, dangles detached; a silent scream. it utters upon his lips, trapped in a throat now bruised a deep purple. if only he had followed intuition rather than encouragement.
CRACK
like a wave of despair, it rolls through the boy, tearing the fire from his figure and the life from his eyes. ankles snap, hips twist, ribs crush. . . and as his skin splits, corrupted ichor flowing from his figure and orifices, mercy is what beckons him thorough a final snap of his neck.
he remains suspended, lifeless, a final scream etched upon withering skin. . . until the shadows descend and he falls to the muddled clearing.
silence.
with only the bating of a man’s breath to fill the night, time seems to pass like amber to a fly; the tension, riveting within air saturated by iron, is broken only by the simplest of appearances known to them. . . a hand.
“ pity. “
fingers long and sinewy, greyed the color of ancient sand, slip into sight of the moonlight. . . they stretch as if seeking something, someone, before a subtle flick trembles in the direction of the fallen mage. the mangled corpse of youth shudders and twitches, fighting as if in an internal battle — only when it falls still, and the subtle gleam of crimson begins to slither across the grass, does its purpose become known.
it is heading towards lucian.
“ i am curious, templar. “ frosted words slip from the shadows as the hand disappears from view. the squelch of boots echoes almost tantalizingly, before the nightmare’s appearance makes itself known — only it isn’t a nightmare, but something much, much worse. “ after you killed my apprentice, what other lies would you have whispered into that boy’s ears? how many false truths would it take to convince him to try and kill me next? “
a grin, one of malice, teeth gleaming in the light as rhynor steps past the treeline — in memory a deep burgundy, his eyes now train bright coursing red upon haman’s gloating figure. it is almost as if the presence of the night had beckoned something further sinister from the mage; hunger unable to be satiated earns the flicker of a falling smile, though the stillness of a trained mind pinpoints itself upon the assailant. a predator to prey.
and as he quietly raises his hand once again, pointed akin to a dagger at haman’s heart, the will of a thousand fires beckons from his fingertips.
mysticbxrn:
“WHAT?” HOW COULD HE assumed that she left because of him? He was only the reason Yseult stayed home for as long as she did. “I did not leave because of you , Tyrion.” Suddenly the gap between them was dangerously small , Yseult closing it herself. The hesitance of before seemed to disappear from her actions. “I didn’t leave because of you.” She repeated , her voice barely above a whisper as her hand moved to cup his cheek. “I would never leave because of you.”
Everything felt like it slowed around her. Maybe it did , maybe she was just getting sick again , but it felt like it. Yseult felt like a child again , when she had first started to notice Tyrion as more than the boy that sat next to her in the school room , the one that her teacher mother didn’t like because he was always up to something in her eyes. Yseult liked him much more than her mother , fair to say. She could barely hide it then , and the gods know that she was doing a horrible job of it now , if she was even trying.
“My heart has never belonged to another-” Her gentle touch didn’t leave his face , looking up at him with her other hand on his chest. It belonged to no one but herself , Yseult had come to that conclusion over her five years alone , but she could make an exception just this once. “-And I would be very much upset with you if you didn’t kiss me.”
Now that was all Yseult could think about. For five years she had managed to keep thoughts like this at bay. About Tyrion , about anybody. She didn’t leave to find the romance she had at home , she left to make something of herself. But Yseult didn’t. The best she had done for herself was become a nanny to a noble woman. It was not bad by stretch of the imagination , but it wasn’t what Yseult had expected. Expecting things may have become a bit of a hard topic for her , seeing as she could have never expected this. She hated how he could do this to her , one look from Tyrion and Yseult was a mess.
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tyrion’s thoughts are muddled by the rapid thumping of his heart, expectancy causing his hands to shake somewhat at his sides. yet, as he watches her, he is as still as a ghost; chest taught by the grip of uncertainty, the ichor of tyrion’s eyes subtly fade into glassy blues that convey nothing short of hope. hope that yseult might understand, and hope for a future he had dreamed of since the day she left. a brief silence falls between them as he allows the illusion to dim in some ways — the torchlight breaches the fog and warms their faces, illuminating an almost sorrowful smile that pulls on his lips. tyrion doesn’t expect her to say yes, even more so confirming his suspicions; yet even when she speaks, the softness of her palm brushing across the mage’s cheek, it appears something out a dream — part of tyrion wonders if one of his students may be playing a prank, twisting his senses into that of true vulnerability. . . but the way she watches him, and the way she feels convinces him of a far grander truth; she is here, and she is willing.
“ you don’t understand how happy that makes me feel. . . how you make me feel. “ tyrion’s voice is soft and low, his tone hitched as he struggled to find the air to speak. even with the revelation, the mage felt. . . lightheaded. perhaps it was the lack of oxygen from his own inabilities, but he had liked to think it was how close yseult was to him. the space that separated was but a dream away, a tug of wanting he had yearned for eternally. still, the tension lessens from his shoulders somewhat — he finds himself leaning into her touch, a gentle chuckle pushing its way past his lips. tyrion had spent so long searching for the answer to whatever transgressions he might have caused. . . yet hearing it from her lips was the only semblance he needed to understand. it had always been that way, even since they were children — tyrion often concerned himself with complexities, but yseult was an anchor in an ocean he could never let go. . . and never wanted to either.
he doesn’t say anything beyond that, pulled to the present as he leans forward ever so slightly; it’s an unconscious maneuver, but all he can think of is the fact that she isn’t pulling away. whatever amount of truth and love he can portray in his eyes alone attempts to be conveyed. . . but it is the acceptance of his request, his desire, that rings true and clear through his head — tyrion is unexplainably, undeniably, drunk on her touch. . . and he can barely stop himself before he’s shifting to press his lips to hers.
it is gentle, at first — his fingertips dance across yseult’s hips, pulling her close. . . oh so close, to where their chests meet and he hopes she can feel the incessant beating of his heart. it hadn’t slowed, even since the beginning of their conversation; in fact, only appearing to speed up as their truths were shared. it amazes tyrion how someone can be so perfect for someone else — the fit of her body against his own is enough to drive him mad, but its the way their lips flutter that makes his mind go numb. he turns ever slightly, desperate for more, unable to hide the longing within the kiss. . . even to himself.
but he doesn’t want to hide. . . never again.
a free hand rises to slip beneath the base of her hair, tilting her head up to meet him — five years without her touch, and nothing had changed at all. perhaps they were older, and wiser, and maybe a bit more complacent with life. . . but yseult was still as perfect as the day he first met her in the back of the schoolhouse. to some, as well as himself, the mage had been the one to be put under a spell. . . and tyrion didn’t find any reason to deny it. in the moment, he isn’t sure how much time has passed — the burning in his lungs, once able to be ignored, had grown far too searing for it to go any further. . . silently, he’s perfectly complacent with dying if it meant staying by her side. however, it had already been five years. . . he didn’t want to add on eternity to that point. as if pulled to her by a magnet, he finally finds the urge to break away — but only when he swears he can see spots.
“ vhenan. . . “ tyrion is breathless, a giddy smile trailing cherried lips. he was always an admirer of the elven language, finding it far more expressive in some manners. . . particularly now. “ my snowlily. “ softly, as if scared to break her, tyrion rests their foreheads together with bated breaths, thumb caressing the arc of her cheek. “ i have never stopped loving you. . . even after all these years. “
and, going unspoken; forevermore.
wiickedhearts:
“you look like a cat coughed your ass up.” (( rhynor & aristeo ))
“ i believe the expression is, look who the cat dragged in. but i’ll give you a star for effort. “
despite the smirk pulling upon his features, the venom in rhynor’s tone is enough to send any regular man crawling on their knees. if looks could kill, the blood mage would have already strung theo up and relished in his screams — but of course, public identities were best left hidden. pushing away from the blacksmith shop’s entry post, the elf clears his throat and turns partially away.
“ and here i was looking for a new sword. . . if i’d known your stench would stick to this land, i would’ve never strayed so close. forgive me, dear aristeo. “
“i’m a rogue, i march to the beat of my own drum.” //SIBLINGS
" ah yes, my apologies, i had assumed this ‘drum’ of yours was a barrel topped with leather. “
the curtness of her tone is betrayed by the twinkling of her eyes, peering at oz from across the meal they were sharing. leave it to the elder elf to cause the most trouble — silently, sarys hopes he’ll continue, itching for some other inkling than the boredom of noble life. part of her yearns for the freedom it seems her sibling shares, but the other? it threads the fine line of enjoying her responsibility and leverage.
“ but please, do tell me again how it is you managed to somehow have your sorry behind thrown in county jail. . . twice in one night, little rogue. “
“i don’t want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but i look at you and i think there are two versions of how your life can go.” //marek @ orion
" i’d think you’d hardly constitute as old at just forty, or has my mother managed to convince you? "
even in the serious moments of life, orion had always been one to coat such strains with a personal blend of humor and aforementioned sincerity. laughing away his problems often ended in one of two things; either the individuals mirrored him, or found such inklings of irritation in response. silently, orion hopes marek will not follow the latter.
“ in all sincerity, what are these versions you speak of? “
❛ i’m gonna need a drink … or three . ❜ (( tyrion & meilin ))
" that bad of a day, hm? "
tyrion can hardly help the stifling of muted laughter from breaking into the night, all-too amused by the predicament of his fellow mage. “ what was it this time? did one of the yearlings set their hair on fire. . . again. “ a smile splits his expression in too as he turns to look over at meilin, hardly needing an answer to a question he already knows. though they both taught within the circle, tyrion’s station often put him in league with matured mages. sometimes, much to either of their chagrin, meilin did not have that blessing.
“ i’m kidding, i’m kidding. . . not. but i digress — it’s on me for tonight, if you wish. “
“kissing is worse. it’s so much more intimate.” -- faeth & orion
" i wouldn't say it's worse, but it is. . . something. "
orion's expression is strangely light, amused even — a large part of the prince understands faethryl's plight, but the other wrestles with the thought of eventually reaching into such territories. still, hidden away in the confines of his quarters, orion is silently pleased at the direction their conversation had taken; most of his interactions with the elf had bounced around the subject of intimacy. . . and though he never wanted to push his betrothed into a corner, he was happy to finally hear his thoughts on the matter.
they were making progress. small progress. . . but progress nonetheless.
“ but hey, i take good care of my lips. pinky promise- “
euphoria dialogue prompts ,
“i put up a good fight, but i lost.”
“you know i spent my whole life trying to keep this part of me separate?”
“how do you decide who you wanna hook up with?”
“this is why the world keeps getting worse.”
“everyone knows who I am.”
“you think ‘cause i went to rehab i stayed clean?”
“i hate seeing you sit in the chair my dad sat in.”
“everybody gets their feelings hurt.”
“i thought that i was doing what was best for everybody.”
“at some point, you have to make a choice about who you are and what you want.”
“kissing is worse. it’s so much more intimate.”
“the world went quiet, and i felt safe in my own head.”
“go fuck yourself.”
“i know nothing about you.”
“it’s about putting your all into everything you do.”
“say what you want about christians, at least they believe in forgiveness.”
“forgiveness is the key to change.”
“it’s not a relapse if it’s warranted. it’s a hall pass.”
“maybe people are nostalgic about high school ‘cause it’s, like, the last time in their life that they get to dream.”
“you are a part of me I will never understand.”
“when you’ve let someone down again and again, i think it’s fair to lose a little faith.”
“it’s one thing to dislike your parents, it’s not like you have a choice. but if you dislike your kid, well, that’s sort of your fault.”
“what are you, like, fucking tony montana?”
“the problem with hating yourself is you can’t really talk about it.”
“should I be concerned?”
“now you got a whole bunch of people running around who don’t give a fuck about redemption.”
“if you tell me what drugs you’re doing, i’ll tell you what drugs i’m doing.”
“you just can’t be mad at me for wanting you to be okay.”
“selfishly, i hope you stay.”
“you may have won the game, but you lost control of the team.”
“i don’t want to be that old guy that gives you advice, but i look at you and i think there are two versions of how your life can go.”
“sometimes two people in the universe who aren’t meant for each other find each other.”
“i just wanted to dream about it for a minute.”
“the farther you go, the sharper their blade.”
“it was like there was no more air left in the world And i was gasping, and i was panicking.”
“i think i’m going to do everything in my power for at least, like the next three years, not to fall in love.”
“they don’t actually want a person, they want something they can own and possess.”
“i kind of feel closer to you than i do anyone in the world.”
“i’ve got an idea.”
“some people need to get their feelings hurt sometimes.”
“reducing someone’s life to a moment, an ugly moment, and punishing them for it? that’s what cops do. it’s actually what everyone does.”
“i fucking hate this town.”
“i definitely haven’t reached my full power.”
“i’m extremely confused.”
“when you hate your brain and your body, it’s hard to enjoy the rest.”
“i wasn’t going to stop until I got the truth.”
“i don’t know what type of fucked up shit you got going inside your head.”
“when you’re younger, everything feels so permanent.”
“i feel like you ruined me forever.”
“why do you look like that?”
“i’m envious of your generation, you know.”
“what do you think this is, the eighties? catch a dick.”
“do you think this stuff affects them? even if they don’t know it?
“most of the time, i really hate the way you make me feel.”
“i It’s funny how I used to think we were meant for each other.”
“nudes are the currency of love.”
“i love the theater.”
“first of all, ew. second of all, ew.”
“i just hope it didn’t teach you the wrong lesson.”
“i want you to wanna kiss me so bad that you don’t even ask.”
“i’m not saying i’m gonna have a baby.”
“i’m a rogue, i march to the beat of my own drum.”
“just don’t ever give them an opening.”
“this shit is hard and confusing.”
“you fell in love with someone who spent years making fun of you. it’s sad.”
“you did this to me!”
“the last thing you need is to feel worse because you’re not feeling something you’re supposed to feel.”
“do you wish i was different?”
“you’ve got to believe in the poetry because everything else in your life will fail you. even yourself.”
“real love is when you can’t exist without someone, when you’d rather die than be apart.”
“plenty of great, intelligent, funny, interesting, and creative people have struggled with the same things you struggle with.”
“i don’t know how to help.”
“you’re never really emotionally prepared for someone to leave you.”
“i feel like love is super dark and no one ever talks about it.”
“you’re my new favourite person.”
“your whole fucking life’s a secret.”
“they’re basically the most wonderful fucking person on the planet.”
“i guess i just wanted to hurt you as much as i imagined you’d hurt me.”
“i mean, i’m all good with drugs until guns start coming out.”
“the universe is just out here giving like zero fucks.”
“no room for heteronormativity in here.”
“what’s a bigger feeling than love?”
“listen to yourself. it’s fucking exhausting.”
“i know this isn’t going to end well.”
“i ruined my entire life for you.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“you know what? fuck it. fuck it, i’m going to the police.”
“i feel like high school is super fucking suffocating.”
“the thing about confidence is no one knows if it’s real or not.”
“this is the feeling i have been searching for my entire life, for as long as i could remember.”
“you do what feels good to you.”
“every time i feel good, i think it’ll last forever, but it doesn’t.”
“open the door!”
“i know over the years you’ve lost some brain cells.”
“you guys don’t care as much about the rules.”
“you look like a cat coughed your ass up.”
“as you get older, you begin to realize nothing is permanent and everyone you love can drift away.”
“the more you move up in the world, the more enemies you make.”
“is one of us gonna get hurt?”
🐝 * ― 𝐖𝐀𝐋𝐊 𝐃𝐎𝐖𝐍 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐑𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐄. ( send in a symbol to receive a drabble or meta about a muses' memory. )
🌼 ― a happy memory. 🌧 ― a sad memory. 🌹 ― a romantic memory. 🌪 ― a scary memory. 🍑 ― a sexual memory. 🌑 ― a fading memory. 🌕 ― a vivid memory. 💫 ― an obscure memory. 🎀 ― a childhood memory. 👨👩👧👦 ― a memory involving a family member. 👥 ― a memory involving a friend. 🐕 ― a memory involving a pet. 💥 ― a memory you wish you’d forget. 🗝 ― a memory you never want to forget. 🧠 ― a memory that had a big impact on you. 🌈 ― a memory you’re not sure actually happened. 🙊 ― a memory you don’t ever talk about.
𝑻𝑯𝑬 𝑮𝑶𝑶𝑫 𝑷𝑳𝑨𝑪𝑬 . ( sentence starters originating from season one of ‘ the good place ’ . adjust pronouns as necessary , mature themes are present!)
❛ oh , one question. where am i , who are you , and what’s going on ? ❜ ❛ cool . cool . i have some questions . ❜ ❛ are you sure you want to hear ? ❜ ❛ cool , bring it in , man ! ❜ ❛ you’ll stand by my side no matter what , right ? ❜ ❛ promise me . say it : “ i promise i will never betray you for any reason ” ❜ ❛ somebody forked up . ❜ ❛ i mean , you do get how that’s worse , right ? ❜ ❛ maybe it’s not … ACTUALLY all that bad . ❜ ❛ i’m just asking you to fudge a little bit ! ❜ ❛ i have a stomachache . ❜ ❛ that’s ‘ fun ’ . ❜ ❛ okay , that’s really specific and makes me think that you definitely did do that . ❜ ❛ what a condescending bench . ❜ ❛ let’s just face it , [ name ] , you don’t belong here ! ❜ ❛ this is a putrid , disgusting bowl of ethical soup . ❜ ❛ that was my first time as a fashion “ don’t ” and i was NOT here for it . ❜ ❛ you’re the most self - obsessed person i’ve ever met . ❜ ❛ time to pick a designated driver . ❜ ❛ before you say anything … that’s it , i just don’t want you to say anything . ❜ ❛ we’re gonna bang it out . ❜ ❛ okay , i won’t let you down … starting now . ❜ ❛ remind me what i’m getting out of this again ? ❜ ❛ oh , so NOW i’m supposed to be nice and make friends ? ❜ ❛ i’m telling you , [ name’s ] out to get me . ❜ ❛ i’ve got something you could slip into . ❜ ❛ of course , the opposite might be true . ❜ ❛ huh ! what do you think that means ? ❜ ❛ throwing sand is an excellent way to put out a vodka fire . ❜ ❛ good people make me insecure . ❜ ❛ i would LOVE not to listen to you . ❜ ❛ that’s a very , very bad idea . do NOT be yourself . ❜ ❛ i said a lot of other nice things , toughen up , nerd . ❜ ❛ it’s nothing , it’s a tiny little inconvenience . ❜ ❛ dude , you’re hiding something ! what’s wrong ? ❜ ❛ what’s wrong , what’s wrong , what’s wrong , what’s wrong ? ❜ ❛ what have you done to me , you monster ? ❜ ❛ you are … unbelievable . ❜ ❛ get your story straight , bro . ❜ ❛ i am VEXED , [ name ] . ❜ ❛ you have nothing to prove , not to anybody . ❜ ❛ i know we’ll never be soul mates , but we’re friends . ❜ ❛ i’ve never actually done this before , it was a theoretical fantasy - ❜ ❛ ‘ dEspitE yOuR cONsTaNt MocKerY ~ ’ ❜ ❛ i once posed as a hot prom date for my cousin . ❜ ❛ i even watched all ten seasons of the show ‘friends’ . ❜ ❛ if i feel sympathy for anybody , it’s [ name ] . ❜ ❛ what is all this junk ? ❜ ❛ you devious little monsters , you . ❜ ❛ you have a very ‘ psycho burnout guy mumbling to himself at a library computer ’ type of vibe . ❜ ❛ this is gonna help both of us ! ❜ ❛ we should keep our eyes peeled for twigs who may have a nefarious agenda . ❜ ❛ i just ethic’d you in the face ! ❜ ❛ lies are like tigers . they are BAD . ❜ ❛ we need to cancel this party immediately . ❜ ❛ why do bad things always happen to mediocre people who are lying about their identities ? ❜ ❛ the ends justify the means . ❜ ❛ what are you talking about ?? it’s SO easy to live with a lie . ❜ ❛ i’m not supposed to be here . ❜ ❛ you forgot your own birthday ? ❜ ❛ alright , i will . for you . ❜ ❛ can’t we just chalk this up to a hilarious mistake and move on ? ❜ ❛ can we … skip around , and circle back ? ❜ ❛ why is everyone so jealous of me ? ❜ ❛ oh , hello - you look like a piece of crap . ❜ ❛ hey now , come on , let’s not insult people . ❜ ❛ go get me a drink . ❜ ❛ somebody made a person out of wet mulch and leaves and like … dead slugs , and that’s you . ❜ ❛ did you two go to pound town ? ❜ ❛ i’m better than i used to be . ❜ ❛ alright , i have to ask . is this thing gonna happen ? you and me ? ❜ ❛ you need to stand up for yourself ! ❜ ❛ you’re barely even a regular , functioning person ! ❜ ❛ woah woah woah , you think i’m into [ name ] ? ❜ ❛ i need to step outside for … some air . i will not be back for … many days . ❜ ❛ why are you so nice to me ? ❜ ❛ oh good , you’re back . ❜ ❛ pobody’s nerfect . ❜ ❛ well , the nightmare continues . ❜ ❛ i’m a moron ! ❜ ❛ that’s … not great for my case . ❜ ❛ i’ve ruled the fart inadmissible as evidence . ❜ ❛ now i’m bored . walking is dumb . ❜ ❛ i’m gonna need a drink … or three . ❜ ❛ i only cared about making money and doing cocaine . ❜ ❛ there’s no time for any of that morality nonsense , sweetheart . ❜ ❛ this way , i don’t owe you anything - you don’t owe me anything . ❜ ❛ we MUST remain emotionless . i’m talking kristen stewart on the red carpet . ❜ ❛ please , i’m begging you , please . ❜ ❛ does your brain work , actually ? do you have a functioning head ? ❜ ❛ sorry , [ name ] , but i can’t let us leave . ❜ ❛ what are you DOING , you goon ? ❜ ❛ that’s what you think hell is ? ❜ ❛ it’s scary , like the movie ratatouille . ❜ ❛ oh , that’s a joint . ❜ ❛ REAL weird vibe in here . ❜ ❛ i was definitely expecting some applause . ❜ ❛ in my opinion , which is objective fact in this case and all cases ever … ❜ ❛ i’m not going , i don’t wanna . ❜ ❛ it is literally impossible for me to do that . ❜ ❛ well - it’s been real , dawg . ❜ ❛ i feel like i’ve failed you . ❜ ❛ i was dropped into a cave , and … you were my flashlight . ❜ ❛ we can be together , away from everyone else . ❜ ❛ holy motherforking shirtballs . ❜ ❛ man , this is torture . ❜ ❛ you ruined everything , you know that ? ❜ ❛ i was so close to pulling it off ! ❜ ❛ it’s actually a filthy dumpster of our worth anxieties . ❜ ❛ i’m surrounded by people who are literally better than me . ❜ ❛ you don’t love me ? ❜ ❛ this was supposed to be my big moment ! ❜ ❛ dammit , [ name ] . you are the WORST , and you can all suck it . ❜ ❛ you had no idea i was gonna do that ! ❜ ❛ yeah , that came out of nowhere . ❜ ❛ oh … but it didn’t matter . because my motivations were corrupt . ❜ ❛ there’s something you don’t know about me . ❜ ❛ the only thing you succeeded in doing was bringing us all together . ❜ ❛ uh … next time ? ❜ ❛ if this thing goes sideways again , you are DONE . ❜ ❛ UGH , you’re useless ! ❜ ❛ alright , let’s try again , shall we ? ❜ ❛ YA BASIC . ❜ ❛ hold that thought . is it okay if i go work out ? ❜ ❛ i think this is yours . ❜
𝖆𝖟𝖆𝖗𝖎𝖆𝖍 𝖊𝖎𝖑𝖓𝖔𝖗𝖆𝖓 + 𝖗𝖍𝖞𝖓𝖔𝖗 𝖊𝖑𝖗𝖔𝖍𝖎𝖗 - “ i’d suffer hell if you’d tell me , what you’d do to me tonight ”
@ofcrimscns
Have you ever considered that you ask too much? That you take too much for granted? Has it ever crossed your brilliant mind that I don’t want to do this anymore?
Rhynor Elrohir & Lucian Fell Ft. @ofcrimscns