⛈ ᴀᴄᴄɪᴅᴇɴᴛ ᴘʀᴏɴᴇ

that's me, the boy with the broken halo.

[punktrsh]

hi i’m kae & i missed the multimedia aspect of tumblr so here i am! predominantly an aesthetic blog (with maybe a little writing) for a selective & private oc. 21+ only as nsfw & mature themes will most likely be present. please read my rules if you’re interested in interacting. if this blog seems familiar to you at all then you might’ve followed me on @dcgausscr. in a meager effort to thin out my likes i am running on a queue at the moment, replies will be sporadic as always.

                                                   𝐃𝐎𝐂 | 𝐑𝐔𝐋𝐄𝐒 | 𝐌𝐄𝐌𝐄𝐒 | 𝐖𝐈𝐒𝐇𝐋𝐈𝐒𝐓

𝐈 𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐄𝐌𝐈-𝐇𝐈𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒 𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐋 𝐈 𝐂𝐀𝐍 𝐆𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐘 𝐋𝐀𝐏𝐓𝐎𝐏 𝐅𝐈𝐗𝐄𝐃. 𝐏𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐄 𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄 𝐌𝐄 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐌𝐘 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐂𝐎𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐑𝐈𝐓𝐄/𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐓/𝐏𝐋𝐎𝐓.

[mournus]

THE END IS JUST THE BEGINNING

Roleplay blog full of dead people! Mun is 21+ and returning to writing after a brain injury, it doesn't get more metal than that, does it? So, drop a follow, send a message, and love me! Let's write together!

Hurry. The reaper is waiting...

[punktrsh]

never got my laptop fixed 🤪 but thinking things 🤔

[poohsources]

HAPPY PRIDE MONTH EVERYBODY ! let’s take this as a reminder that no matter what you identify as, no matter if you’re out of the closet or not, no matter if you’re still questioning, all of you are incredibly loved and i am so damn proud of you.

[punktrsh]

i aM SO HAPPY TO SEE MY DOGS

[derangedrhythms]

—horrible little dreams, perpetual horrible feeling.

Ted Hughes, from 'Letters of Ted Hughes’ ⁠— Assia Wevill, 17th February 1968

[pragmatiism-archive]

“One day I will tell you what I’ve been. It will scare you.”

— Yrsa Daley-Ward, “revelation,” bone (via lifeinpoetry)

[laidbear]

＂ aw, now tristan. that's no way to talk to your adoring public. i'm assuming those bitches pay your bills sorta-kinda. ＂ the thought of being the reason someone else was told to fuck off was appealing, but not quite appealing enough to give the idea his approval. the second part of tristan's comment, however, he'd be sure to avoid like the plaque, so scooching even further out of the way for any other potential photo-takers was moved to the very front of his priority list. he'd just be sure to look extra annoyed while doing it, so they really understood how 𝐁𝐎𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐒𝐎𝐌𝐄 the whole thing was. ＂ so when you say it doesn't happen as much as i think, how often are we talkin' here ? it's not my business, but when has that ever stopped me before. ＂

[punktrsh]

“sorta kinda,” he laughed, “but they’re used to it by now.” never paid much attention to the fan comments, but had seen enough to know they all referred to him as something of a black cat; thought it was perfectly in his nature to tell them to fuck off in the mood struck. and chances were, the mood would strike any minute now if this kept up. “hm…” a small shrug to his shoulders as he reached into his shirt pocket to pull out a cigarette, “usually if i get recognized at all, it’s like once and they’re chill about it. if i had t’put a number on it? maybe once a week tops.” and even that felt generous, knew there were weeks where he was able to navigate the world like he used to; could leave the comforts of his apartment without having a single thought about being spotted. “so, not super often or whatever, more like once in a while.”

[idolkills]

             jiwoon gives a very loud click of his tongue  —  he had blew up the gen he was working on for the third time.    ❝ it's not my day.    just end me at this point. ❞

[punktrsh]

tristan glanced up from his phone, head tilted, a soft hum escaping him as he did so. “want me t’try an’ fix it? i’m pretty handy.”

[rcjoiced]

@punktrsh//liked this//funny you should ask THE GOOD THING ABOUT THIS CAST IS I CAN STILL HOLD A KNIFE//SO IF YOU EVER TWIST MY ARM AGAIN, I'LL BE SURE TO PUT UP A FIGHT

after it was all said and done, after he had had time to sober up and look back at the texts, ashton feels almost nothing but shame. shame for showing that side of himself, the needy, insecure, obsessive side he can't seem to shake, and for starting a fight over something that was entirely him over reacting. shame for thing things that he had said in those heavy, suffocating moments of anger that feel like they swallow him whole. shame for the way he made a scene, an emotional mess of drugs and heartbreak that had let too many eyes see just who he was. it was a mistake he can't rectify in any way, and he can't help but feel the creeping guilt and frustration as he realizes the damage he could've done to all of their careers, to tristan's reputation. his own image be damned, how could he bring down the other guys? goddamn him and his inability to let things just be. the frustration with himself grows the more he remembers, the more he sees the videos of his outburst. god, did he really look that fucking stupid? he's not sure there's any recovering from this.

it takes days for ashton to even think about talking to tristan, longer for him to do so. it takes over a week before he's able to be out of his room while tristan is there getting whatever he needs for staying away from ashton. "hey." the word is weak and unsure, half expecting the younger male to ignore him, to give him the cold shoulder he was an expert at. "i--" 'i'm sorry'? 'i'm an asshole, you were right'? 'i miss you'? none of those felt like the right thing to say. "we shouldn't have said.. any of what was said." not an apology, not even close. but it's all he can get out. "that shouldn't have gone down like that." it's the closes thing he's going to get out to an apology, he thinks. how does he even begin to approach this without starting another fight?

[punktrsh]

everything felt like a nightmare. videos of their fight damn near breaking the internet, stories on tmz and dailymail, fucking people magazine discussing the band’s impending collapse. all that over what? a hook up that never happened? safe to say he was livid, seething, stewing even. had been sitting on this quiet rage from the moment they left the party, and it never seemed to come off of a slow boil. he’d been making himself scarce in his own home, only showing up to grab clothes when he needed them, whatever essentials he left behind. had instead, decided to use this time to be productive. had holed himself up in andrew’s guest room and got to work, laying down all the instrumentals for the studio time they were meant to be picking up in a handful of days. how that would go? he had no fucking idea. couldn’t even stomach the idea of being in the same building as ashton, let alone a small studio.

it’d been nine days, his third trip back to the apartment in search of clothes and his beloved gretsch when the older male finally had the audacity to show his face. his back to ashton’s room as he carefully packed away his guitar in its case. that shouldn’t have gone down like that. he laughed at that, something cold and bitter, head shaking, accentuated by the harsh metal snaps made by the locks on the case. “it’s your fault it went down like that.” gaze fixed on the black leather in front of him, tone flat. what else was he supposed to say? he wasn’t sorry, he hadn’t started this. ashton had thrown a bunch of shit at him, and he was tired, fucking exhausted. had no qualms about returning his shit energy in kind. he wasn’t the one who’d started this, he wasn’t the one who made it come to blows and sure, he’d be willing to admit some of what he said was out of line, but he sure as hell wasn’t sorry about it. “is that all you had to say or?”

[punktrsh]

fun fact, i don’t have a functional spacebar atm so… i’ll be back, when i’m back lmao

[punktrsh]

still haven’t gotten the spacebar fixed yet (money, y’know??) AND i’m about to travel and then launch into a packed af work week. i’ll be back when i can be because … the desire to do threads is uNREAL. but in the mean time pls pls pls hmu for my discord, i’m a million times more active there anyway!!

[punktrsh]

sTILL NO SPACEBAR B U T !!! BORROWING MY BESTIE’S LAPTOP UNTIL I GET HOME. IF YOU’RE COOL WITH THREADS WITH NO ICONS LMK!!!

[punktrsh]

fun fact, i don’t have a functional spacebar atm so… i’ll be back, when i’m back lmao

[punktrsh]

still haven’t gotten the spacebar fixed yet (money, y’know??) AND i’m about to travel and then launch into a packed af work week. i’ll be back when i can be because ... the desire to do threads is uNREAL. but in the mean time pls pls pls hmu for my discord, i’m a million times more active there anyway!!

[punktrsh]

fun fact, i don’t have a functional spacebar atm so... i’ll be back, when i’m back lmao

[laidbear]

SC

＂ when did everyone develop such shitty taste in music ? ＂ tone playful, TEASING ; though slight annoyance couldn't be completley hidden as bear moved back into place by tristan's side ; having been asked to 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 out of the way a handful of times already in order for random worshippers to have their picture taken with the God of Maine, he was beginning to think that maybe a catch-up phone call would have been easier for everyone involved. ＂ CHRIST, are you not annoyed constantly ? i'm not moving for the next one, just so you know. get ready to say cheese right along with me because my feet are GLUED in place . . . ＂

@punktrsh

[punktrsh]

“find myself askin’ that same question just about every day,” he mused, a gentle nod in understanding. hadn’t intended for bear to suddenly become a makeshift photographer for the myriad of fans they’d passed on their way, honestly hadn’t even been expecting to be recognized —- wasn’t as if he was a household name. was doing well for himself, yes, but felt when it came to being in public on a select few knew who he was, let alone would bother to come up to him and say something. he offered bear a small shrug, too busy being content in his presence to sweat the small stuff. “doesn’t happen as much as you’d think, this is kinda unusual.” not that it never happened, but definitely not this much. “next time i’ll nicely tell ‘em to fuck off, don’t worry. unless you wanna show up linked t’me on a tabloid, then we can take all the pictures you want.”

[sprnkles]

a continuation for @punktrsh

her eyes shine with a dark glitter. amusement pulls at her mouth, dimples her cheeks. she sets her plastic fork down, sits up straighter in the rickety airport cafeteria chair. the energy that pulses off of him is magnetic. at once, she knows he's from the same dark, cold place she is. it's like meeting someone who grew up down the same street as you, they know the same landmarks, the same routines.

"well," she says, "here i am."

lilith resumes her breakfast, picking the fork back up, cutting her food with the edge of it. in all honesty, she's zapped. her energy is gone, stolen from the day's previous events. but, she's trying her best to put on her usual face. all she wants to do is lie down for a while and sleep. that's what the flight is for.

"what're you doing here?" normally, she wouldn't engage in such talk with a stranger, but he's no mere mortal passing through the airport for business. the same poison flows in their veins.

[punktrsh]

“here you are.” the last person he’d ever expected to happen on at an airport in the middle of nowhere. could feel the wave of questions he wanted to ask but knew better, was none of his business —- far above his station. instead carded a hand through his hair, head tilting as his gaze shifted to the plastic-y pancakes and imitation egg scramble in front of her. that too, was unexpected, though he supposed no one was inherently immune to the appeal of fast food.

“i finished a task,” he explained, knowing full well she would understand the implications. that he’d done lucifer’s bidding as expected of him upon signing the book, as he'd always done even long before that. “so i’m ready to go back home.” well, one of his homes, picked the one that was closest. wanted to shower, try and get some semblance of rest before taking on a flight to paris, thought that was the best strategy.

[amnesiaguy]

seven minutes in hell where you beat the shit out of each other. in a closet

[keremelcream]

“you should be the bigger person” absolutely not. i’m cursing his entire bloodline.