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Please unfollow this blog.
I’ve dropped Lucas due to several issues. I made a new indie blog so I can go at my own pace and stop panicking and crying over something that should be considered a hobby.
If you wish to re-follow it (it’s still under construction, mind you.) You can find it under my former url.
Pk-Lovely
I’m sorry everyone, but I really needed to get myself out of such an awful mental rut. I wish you all the best!
dontnessw-me:
All the time in the world. Ness would’ve waited all the time in the world if it meant observing his crush for a moment, tasting his creation, in the hope that he wouldn’t find it disgusting that he had eaten from a fork that a minute ago Ness used for his own bite – a very small bite accord to Ness’ standards, but big enough to leave a delicious taste in his mouth and a strong desire to finish that food prepared with maybe a little too much of love in less than two seconds!
With enamored eyes, Ness follows the other’s movements and carefully studies as if obsessed the blonde’s expression and features of his face : it’s never stable nor fixed, his tender and sweet blue eyes often change target ( sometimes he feels them sink into his own and as a reaction his heart rejoices as the tips of his fingers tremble visibly ) and his soft cheeks often flush a light red hue the moment he senses something that triggers it.
Lucas doesn’t know, but his behavior so subtle and natural drives Ness crazy. Hes adores him. Any emotion can be read through his eyes, those eyes that Ness, from the very first day, cannot help but look. Ness adores him … Ness loves him … It’s no longer an innocent crush – there’s … there’s something else in his chest that confirms it. It would be great to pull this something out of his chest though.
Hiding the evidence of a small grin, Ness weakly clutches the fork and pulls it toward himself as soon as Lucas tastes his creation. Along him, Ness hums to tiny ’ mmm ’ as to accompany him – a bit like with newborns when they’re fed : between a grimace and another, a ’ mmm ’ always comes out ( Ness recalls doing it with his sister at least once ) .
❝ It’s perfect! ❞ Ness exclaims, immediately preparing another bite, but this time including a bit of everything – boiled carrots and mashed potatoes too. Ness cares that Lucas tastes the difference – and also because eating together makes the food taste much more delicious. ❝ Even if’t was scorch’d at the edges, I’d eat it anyway … but’s perfect, jus’ like y— ❞
The heat of the moment leaves him with the tip of his tongue bitten by his insecurity, stopping his emotions just in time before it was too late. Lucas must have probably gotten the message even before he stopped himself and for a moment Ness imagines him getting up from his chair and going away ( do not ask but Ness has the feeling that what he feels is not returned despite the kindness that the other shows him every single day. How one would say, he’s taking his sweet time! ) and the thought makes him shiver just a bit. He holds himself for a second and as if nothing happened he picks up the fork again and nears it to Lucas’ rosy lips, his hand quivering slightly.
The way in which Lucas observes him sends pleasant vibrations right to his heart. Ness has the feeling that he won’t be able to hold back at this rate. Today – especially today – Lucas is astonishing.
❝ S-say aah. ❞
Bright eyes look on content at the view before them. With a softened gaze the blond decides to rest a little, chin upon palm on an arm which propped itself on the table. Usually this would be considered awful table manners, but when has he shown such extensive etiquette around the other? Not for quite some time. See, Lucas was comfortable around Ness. A sort of peace found nowhere else; a certain closeness obtained over time. Even now as the hue on those cheeks deepened and that gaze sunk into the others he felt oddly... at ease. This was his best friend after all, he who knew his shames and weaknesses... he who held trust given to no one else. Despite this there would of course be no escaping the fumbling heart pounding within him. There was little that could be done to tame the thuds in his chest, especially after such a mushy display of affection; one only seen glistening within the frames of a happy box or inscribe in prose in one of his novels.
The teen could listen to the other praddle on hours on end. He would sit and bide time to extend this dinner to the morning if in his power. It was a... melodramatic line of thinking but one true and justified in it's own (dramatic) right. In truth, dramatic tended to be the descriptor place upon his temporal emotions. He who felt twice what others tended to, whose every detail of another swung his mood to and fro; with tears that fell from morsels of happiness to love that burned full bright instantly...
He knew his emotions better than anyone, learned to tame them, to understand their ferocity; there would be no doubt of his true feelings. So quickly did that tiny cinder ignite the flame within him, perhaps too soon for his friend who carried hesitance at his every step. Ness seemed to stave off what Lucas wholly embraced. For this reason such a slip of a tongue sent a resting back to straighten to attention, wide eyes accompanying a sudden jolt as the blond adjusted himself upright, a gasp escaping his lips.
“...W-what?” A minute question uttered in barely a whisper. There were no more games, the lovey-dovey feeding would need to wait. Those wide eyes solely focused to the other, astonishment etched on their very surface with a slight part of the lips that told of his utter bafflement. Did... did he hear that right?
He hoped so...
MUSE’S APPEARANCE MEME
Tagged by: @dontnessw-me Tagging: Just take it, i’m so tired
NAME: Lucas AGE: ?? verse dependent, mid/early teens
This was really fun!
Roleplaying Profile Meme
PLEASE REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG! Feel free to add to any of your answers! The purpose is to tell your partners about the way you write! For the multiple choice ones, BOLD all that apply and, if you want, italicize if it’s a conditional answer!
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dontnessw-me:
[CHECK]: from the stomach to the heart
Lucas spent all day makin’ this just for me, while I was at school.
All of the food splayed on the table is cooked with the fondness that Lucas tends to show all the time when they’re together, the same love that his mother puts when making food for her family. It’s not the same thing right now : the love that Lucas put in these dishes his for him and him alone. He feels a bit too greedy at the realization but at the same time appeased ; after all, it’s what he has always wanted. Lucas’ love all for himself – at least this will suffice to blow away once and for all the thought that there would never be a chance with him. Sitting at dinner like this ( now ignoring the fact that he hasn’t changed nor showered after his trainings ) with Lucas reaching for his heart through his stomach, having him home on such a special day … all these details convince him that maybe - just maybe - there’s still a chance.
All he must do is play it cool.
❝ Y’ know I don’ really like chocolate … ❞ He has figured it out after having assisted to Ness reluctantly eat the smallest slice of a very sweet ( maybe exaggeratedly sweet ) cheesecake and making a fuss about it. He holds his cutlery the proper way and waits for Lucas to take a seat before to start cutting his own meal. In his absence he would usually torture that fine cooked piece of steak with impatient and rough bites of a predator who has starved for an entire week! And the flavour would still be remarkable. But no, today is precious. Today he must strike Lucas’ heart like Cupid with his arrows.
He fumbles a little with fork and knife to properly cut a piece off the steak. It’s still a big bite, but it’s nothing that Ness can’t handle. However, that bite is cut in half ; only for today, he must bear the thought of eating ant-sized bites. Together with the other side-dishes, the mixture of flavours make his stomach rejoice. And to think that Lucas made all of this just for him. And it’s not a fortuity that it has fallen on a special day as today, is it? He has spent all day making this.
Ness softens a smile. Suddenly the food has a more delicious flavour in his mouth. ❝ This is – very good, Luke … thank you fo’ this. ❞ He, then, takes a piece of his steak and nears the fork close to the other’s mouth, inviting him to have a taste of what he has made. ❝ But now, say aaah– ! ❞
Prepping this meal took all day in practice- yet days, no weeks-- months in preparation. While it did take time to season the meats it took even longer to steel himself; to come to terms with simply putting himself in this scenario. After all he was practically laying himself bare before the other. Everything Lucas did was obvious- not subtle as his usual gimmicks tended to be. This was the real deal. It was risky, and if one would pardon the pun- there was plenty at stake. The last thing he could handle was heartache. He had been evading these encroaching feelings for that felt like an eternity to simply escape the thought. Of course he was not strong enough to stave it off for long- he never could be. His heart- no matter how he matured- would always remain frail and hopeful- courageous even. Yet for now all it held was confusion and hesitance as that sporadic mind attempts to think of his next move. Words, actions-- it was all blank. In that frozen state all those soft eyes could manage were careful observations to the one before him. Cheek resting on a palm gave way for that relentless glance- awaiting the moment the other finally tasted that which he worked so hard on. Hours of marination finally ready to fulfill its purpose.
A small simpering smile told of what the blond expected from the other- for him to eat hours of work in seconds. To his surprise, however, he did not get that... instead Ness was unlike himself at the table. Patient, willingly savoring his offerings, and looking to Lucas revealed the awe which tightened his chest- with it sprung an airy lightness, like flutters within him.
'Very good' he says 'Luke' he utters...
Oh goodness this poor boy grew as red as the tomatoes on one of his dishes... it was, embarrassing to say the least; how easy he was to read and how aware he was of it.
In return a small “Thank you...” is given as sheepish eyes avert themselves downward focusing to his free hand. It had spent the time preoccupying itself quietly fidgeting with a fork. To and fro it swung between his middle and forefinger, giving light to nerves consuming him. The boy focused on its motions to distract himself from the heat in his cheeks but of course the others bold actions- like always- made Lucas flinch. Wholly taken aback to the playful offering nearing his lips... bright eyes widen and that fork fell right onto the table.
Was he serious? This was so embarrassing... in a mushy lovey-dovey sort of way.
“Ahh...” It took all his might to not stare at Ness, it was oddly adorable how he awaited the parting of his lips and how that gaze locked onto him as he chewed on his own concoction... He almost did not want to take the bite, to force Ness to stare at him forever... he tossed the thought however, that was would be too much...
Though the younger Psi-bearer did his best to stay humble it was difficult with just how well his cooking turned out today. All that work absolutely paid off- it was all just right- perfect. So much so that he could not suppress a tiny “Mmm!” as he chewed. It was simply a testament to his relief that everything had turned out so well and said relief read plainly on his face with a soft smile and gentle exhale.
“Ah... I'm so glad! I thought I didn't let it marinade long enough...!” Out comes a few soft chuckles, his usual nervous tick.
“Ahaha... uh...” Oh boy, he was staring again, what a mess.
I said this before but my depression has been so bad I literally cannot write, or draw, anymore and it’s clearly affecting my activity and despite how much I enjoy my threads and writing with my partners I just can’t get myself to write much less do anything really.
I’m waiting out this usual feeling as it comes and wanes (it still sticks but becomes more harsh or manageable every now and then) but it’s been sticking for a long time now and I feel it’s obvious; truth be told if I get any worse I’ll just drop.
calacavera:
For a short while, Mercutio had been enjoying himself in his garish costume. It was like in those shows he’d watched as a child. Everything was black and white. There were clear heroes and villains. These creatures weren’t out to kill.
Nothing like the world he grew up in–where every second spent in conflict made him realize more and more how everything wasn’t so clear. A murky, miasma that tainted everything around and swirled and clashed together without clear understanding.
But everything wasn’t as easy to swallow.
It was the boy he’d seen a few times, spoken to and about. A bright boy, whose sight sent echoes of a past self. It would have been so much fun to have crossed paths here, had things not been like this. Had the boy not clearly been lost to negative emotions.
This brought about deja vu in the blue-haired boy. Scenes of a city in ruins, a man in worker boots and lab gowns. How two who would’ve been allies had circumstances been different were out to kill each other. The memory broke his heart. This boy was reenacting a script flipped on its head.And negative emotions began to well within Mercutio.
“Boy… This was what I feared. I hoped you were extraordinary–not like me.”
...He would freeze and with him the world would seemingly do the same. The sudden familiar voice caused shoulders to leap and limbs to cease movement. The only parts in motion were those blurry eyes beneath furrowed brows that snapped to attention, seeking out the source of the voice- and to his surprise finding it; decked out in gaudy attire just as he was... Though their theatrical garb did little to soften the blow of the words delivered to him. Like needles through his heart the boy had caught something within them, the sounds of... disappointment?
It was as if he had been caught doing what he should not- and if he took the time to think rationally he would realize there was a reason for that lingering feeling. He would continue to ignore it of course for now logical thought had been tossed in favor of raw emotion and chance, with it misdirected frustration had been lashed upon countless people, and now to the man before him.
“You.” Finally, the boy moves. Feet shift to steady themselves as a sceptre slices through the air, directing it's point to Mercutio. Every other word was accompanied with an accusatory jut and a perhaps not so intimidating 'snarl'. “What...what are you doing here? G-gonna tell me to sit down and do nothing again? Huh?! W-well I can't do that, not anymore!”
dontnessw-me:
[CHECK]: contain your emotions
His agitation is very evident running along his face in a slight blush that the boy tends to mask simply by lowering his gaze, also avoiding to stumble on Lucas’ eyes that he immensely adore. His fingertips press against the wood of the chair as if to contain the emotions that incessantly explode from within his chest as soon as the blonde approaches. The slightly forced smile twitch visibly at the corners of his mouth. He still struggles to believe that Lucas is in his house on such a special day : as he returned home, the thought of him crossed his mind only for a brief moment and inside himself he said that maybe tomorrow, when he returned from school, he would visit him. Ness is happy to have Lucas in his house, of course, especially today ( he can also say that he spent Valentine’s Day with his beloved, even if not official … not yet, at least ) , but this dinner and his presence here seems all a plan made by the person in front of himself. Ness finally decides to deign Lucas a look as he sits awkwardly in a chair on the opposite side. The smell of his favourite food cooked with love haunts the whole house, inviting his stomach to grumble for the wait.
He’s so cute … ta think he’s made all of this just fo’ me. And I’ve got nothing ta give him back as a thank you. Not even flowers, chocolates … Stupid, Ness. Stupid!
Lost for a moment in his thoughts ( more precisely, blaming himself in his thoughts ) , with a light shake of the head Ness returns with his feet on the ground and blushing more visibly, locks his eyes with Lucas’. ❝ Oh, it was okey … kinda slow today 'cause of lovers bringin’ gifts to their, y 'know … ❞ He’s thinking about not having a gift for Lucas at the moment, which still pains in his chest. The blonde is so sweet with him and he has got nothing for him — how is he going to confess at this point if he stumbles on the easiest things?
❝ I did not but tha’s fi – ❞ Suddenly breaking his words for the healthy portion of steak placed before him, Ness smiles and realizes that if it were not for Lucas’s presence he would have already bitten that steak like a primate with his reward after a exhausting hunt. Since he has long wanted to surprise him, Ness decides to wait for him to eat together … even if this waiting is becoming more crucial every second that passes. ❝ And what about you? I mean … not with school, ’s not like you go to any — no, I mean … ignore that, uh – how was yo'r day? Yes, your day. ❞
There was no small amount of trepidation lingering upon Lucas' every move. A wavering glance that scattered at any form of contact with the others yet simultaneously stuck like glue that served to observe each twitch and lingering lull of Ness' actions. Clasped hands did not bother to budge, not even to serve himself food which proved a bit awkward; it was not until he realized the other politely waited that the blond finally decided to serve himself- of course not without fumbling about with utensils first, dropping a few in his wake. Perhaps he was worrying too much, being too observant- it was not as if this behaviour was odd of him, but perhaps too frequent, expected even. He studied everyone, searching for signs of misbehaviour on his half. With a pout he would mull over his actions and the others reactions...
“Their...? Their what?” Words casted out with genuine curiousity, that is until he realized quickly... “Oh! ...o-oh, yeah? Yeah.” Their significant others. Of course, it was Valentine’s Day. Did he forget so suddenly? Even he did not know. His mind remained so focused on the other that perhaps he lost track of his end goal here. Actually- what did he hope to gain from this, this gesture of a feast? There were no ties between the two of them, no requirements meant to be fulfilled on this day. He traveled all this way... and for what? For what reason?
…
He knew the reason...
“You what? S-stop kidding...” That was a stone-faced lie. There was no way he was to believe Ness went the day without even a single offering of chocolate. Not him. Not the boy he knew to be a star above the rest... Wait- was he upset about this?
...This was all so confusing...
“I-I spent all day... y'know...”
A glance to the dishes splayed on the table accompanied with a tilt of the head gave light to the fact that all he did was prepare for this very moment. Though it would bring up the question on how he plotted this all in the first place. Afterall, with his inability to teleport there definitely was... a lot that went into this whole ordeal.
It was not a crime to do something special was it? After all, Ness took his energy and time to visit him, least he could do was do the same, right? Such reasonings were clearly conjured from denial of the pure and simple fact that really all the boy wanted was to see the other again...
@illimitexabominer
“I-I haven't seen my dog in two years... Two! Years!” ZOOM. A beam sores with dark intent begging attention to all in the vicinity. Here Lucas stood, transformed and reborn anew, though his powers were not exactly the ones he was use to they were better than nothing. The kid had gone much too long at the mercy of anything even remotely dangerous with his abilities inhibited. This very well may be the only chance he had of fighting. Of really, truly fighting. There was no plan behind his actions, just emotions running rampant and the desire to do something, anything, to get out of here- to return home.
"Y-you can't just seperate a man from his dog! I'll make you all realize that..."
@hairbeat
“Let me out!!” A small yet boisterous voice echoes throughout the streets; following its cries flew beam after beam of condensed malice spreading the very loneliness which plagued him...
Lucas grew tired of fighting disasters and monsters every month, grew tired of the very place he stood in. Unbeknownst to the boy the creatures he fought long and hard against fed the ever growing pit in his heart. It was this yearning which sowed darkness and it was his desire for attention that fueled his sudden magical... tantrum.
“I wanna go home!” Words shouted as another beam is released, this time at something, or someone, rather colorful...
Lucas [throwing heartbreak beams everywhere]: “God I miss my dog”
@calacavera
Now... this was a sight to behold. A boy raging through the streets, scepter in hand tossing tainted magic wherever he could land it...
Seems like Lucas learned some bad magic, yet, anyone who knew the boy for even a second would find this picture completely... wrong. What happened to the goody two shoes who was nothing but smiles and warmth? Was he hidden behind those welled eyes or shaking behind the loud cries of battle? Not even he knew himself but what he did know was that more panic meant more attention, which meant sooner or later the 'big boss' of this whole city would show itself, he'd defeat it and return hom. That's how it always goes, after all... right?
Right. There was absolutely no way he could simply 'wait' anymore. Enjoy his childhood? Pah, what was he to do? Grow up in his hellscape? Go years without ever seeing his father and friends again? Of course not! Just remembering the words of that guy sent his blood boiling. If he ever saw him again he would... he would...
“--Ggh!”
“can we be friends?” curiosity never really sees many other kids, and she knows she is a kid, at least to most. she reaches out, offering him her almost icy cold hand to shake, “i’m curiosity core, can we be friends now?”
@pk-lovely / sc.
Actions are carried with obvious hesitance. Blue eyes widen at the sudden presence at another and soften once he realize the little one before him is... a child, even smaller than himself! Of course that was rather concerning... where were this ones parents? Guardians? He leans forward, evening their heights, with intent to ask her just this- however her oddities shone clearly one he got a good look at her...
“S-sure... we can be friends! I'm... uh-- Lucas!” Finally he takes her hand in his and notes how oddly frigid it was. On instinct he envelopes her palm between both of his in attempts to transfer his warmth. He may have found something... off about this kid but he could not help acting a bit paternal in her presence.
“H-hey, you're cold! Are you okay? You're not lost, are you?”
dontnessw-me:
[CHECK]: unexpected guest
On his way home Ness tiredlessly thought about how he would spend the rest of the evening while swinging in the air the crooked bat he always carries around. In his heart the undaunted emotion crackling from the warmth received by the generous praises of his baseball team. He can feel victory resting in his pockets, confident that next season’s cup willl be theirs. He should probably tell his mother about his day and then with the same enthusiasm ask about hers. Nothing interesting is planned for today ; the boy is also considering going to bed early.
His dog, King, is lazily waiting for him in the porch. Despite his gigantic tonnage and his age, he still behaves like an excited cub when Ness returns home. His fluffy tail waggles excitedly, barking only twice before to let the psychic spend a minute of his time petting the big dog.
Opening the door of his house and inviting King in ( the dog immediately finding a comfortable seat on the huge pillow that is his bed ) , Ness is welcomed by a familiar scent that he recognizes right away : it’s his favourite food! And the thought that his favourite food awaits for him to eat it, it invites thin lips to curve into a pleased smirk. However, the fact that no one has greeted him yet rise suspicions.
❝ Ma’ ? I’m home. I’ve — !! ❞ And then, Lucas. Popping out of the corner like a mushroom after a rainy day. The sight of the blonde forces him to stumble on his words and his heart to jolt in surprise. Lucas is here and he has probably made that steak just for him. He’s here and unlike Ness he’s well kempt and clean to perfection. I smell bad and my hair is messy, I need to change to my usual clothes or wear something more appropriate. He’s here, cute as ever and I look like garbage out of the trashcan. ❝ L-Lucas!! It’s so nice ta see you, uhm … ❞ He’s left speechless, and shifting his attention to what surrounds him doesn’t help making him feel less tense. Those azure eyes still attract his attention like a powerful magnet.
❝ Oh, ah – y’ mean you made dinner? I mean, s-sure, let’s eat together. ❞ Will he notice the smell? ❝ Let’s, uhm – oh!! ❞ For a moment he feels like good manners have kicked him in the shin. Before Lucas can even take a seat, Ness rushes with his hands placed on a chair’s backrest and pulls it back to allow the blonde to sit on it. This has already started bad, but somehow the raven feels optimist enough that it’ll go better.
'Ah-- he pulled out a chair...!'
Hands clasp together, masking an ever growing smile upon that beet red face- though this expression did not stay for long; the blond forcibly straightens himself and takes a seat doing his best to remain poised, calm and act as if.. well... he did not just spend the afternoon working on the feast before them. Though containing such excitement proved difficult and it showed, with stiff shoulders and an expectant gaze that peered holes into the capped kid. It was now that it finally dawned on him... was he being too pushy? Here sat the other, dirty, still adorned in the uniform he must have sweated in for hours... He deserved the chance to at least bath, get comfortable... even if the blond found his current messiness overwhelmingly endearing...
'He works so hard... He's so cool...'
'Wait-- he didn't hear that, did he? … No, no, I'm not using my PSI...'
…
No, now was not the time to think about all this!!
...
“S-so...how was school?” The question is asked with a certain perkiness, one that Lucas always carried when asking the other of his day. The islander never had the luxury of dealing with a duty as frivolous as 'school' and remained eager to hear the details whenever he could, though it seemed he had underlying reasons this time around...
“...Did you get any chocolate?” A sickeningly sweet smile forms on that face as Lucas takes it upon himself to serve a rather healthy serving a steak to Ness. There was something oddly... off, about the whole scene, as if he were covering something up. Of course there was no doubt in the boys heart his friend would be adorned with cards and sweets though the pit in his stomach that made him rue the very thought left him deeply... ashamed of himself.
