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𝙶𝙾𝙳 𝙻𝙾𝚅𝙴𝚂 𝚈𝙾𝚄 — independent, private, & extremely low activity blog featuring a collection of my favorite canon & original muses. friend - focused. nsfw & triggering content will be present on this blog, so please proceed with caution. personals & minors do not interact. read rules before interacting/following. loved by bee, cst timezone, 26 years old, any pronouns. — 𝙱𝚄𝚃 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙴𝙽𝙾𝚄𝙶𝙷 𝚃𝙾 𝚂𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄.
also found at partyleader & cheerguilt.
stuck in the upside down with @graverises .
moving to a more lowkey blog, please like this if you're still interested in writing with me and i'll follow you from there <3
moving to a more lowkey blog, please like this if you're still interested in writing with me and i'll follow you from there <3
⋆｡‧˚ʚ💋ɞ˚‧｡⋆ 𝐬𝐚𝐢𝐝 𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐞𝐱𝐭 (pt. 2)
[ TXT ] : i’m outside. don’t look out the window.
[ TXT ] : hypothetical. if i stole a horse. would you help.
[ TXT ] : emergency. answer immediately. do you trust me?
[ TXT ] : say you’re home alone right now.
[ TXT ] : don’t panic. but where did you put the spare key.
[ TXT ] : are you awake? this cannot wait until morning.
[ TXT ] : quick question. how attached are you to your car?
[ TXT ] : okay listen. this is going to sound bad. but hear me out.
[ TXT ] : don’t ask why. just wear black.
[ TXT ] : i need you to lie for me.
[ TXT ] : be honest. are you flirting with me or am i delusional?
[ TXT ] : i can’t sleep. tell me something interesting.
[ TXT ] : stop looking at me like that.
[ TXT ] : remind me why we’re pretending this is nothing.
[ TXT ] : i almost texted you. deleted it. this is attempt two.
[ TXT ] : are you trying to ruin my life or just my self control?
[ TXT ] : tell me you’re thinking about me. i need proof.
[ TXT ] : i miss you. i hate that i do.
[ TXT ] : don’t come over.
[ TXT ] : i shouldn’t ask this. but are you alone?
[ TXT ] : every song sounds like you. explain yourself.
[ TXT ] : i keep rereading old messages. don’t judge me.
[ TXT ] : say something that will make me stay.
[ TXT ] : if i show up. will you let me in?
[ TXT ] : i don’t know how to want you quietly.
[ TXT ] : do you ever think about what we almost were?
[ TXT ] : this is me being brave.
[ TXT ] : i miss the way you used to look at me.
[ TXT ] : tell me to stop.
[ TXT ] : i hate that you still feel like home.
like this for some memes <3
"you really gon' do me like this?" (surprise drop from stack hehe)
"I can and will! You were so cruel to leave and not even say goodbye then come back covered in blood! Who do you think I am? A bed and breakfast?!"
"shit, now you just puttin' words in my mouth, i ain't even say all that." a toothy grin accompanies the words & stack's shoulder presses against the doorframe to lean against it. amusement is clear across features, eyes trailing over rocky like she's a sight to take in. they meet hers right after, brows pulling together.
"you mad at me for the blood or 'cause you missed me?"
gwen's holding onto some humanly hope that this is just a sick joke. there's six of them, one of him. maybe they could take him? from the way her friends are looking at her, they don't have the same idea. besides, there's a knife involved. a knife, she's been told, when it draws virgin blood, should summon the devil. now, it's a bad thing for gwen that they all just so happen to have them have participated in a ritual before, let alone a blood ritual.
instead of fight or flight, she's all fawn. something kicks in, though. she gets the guts to shove at him and move over to her friends. she shudders at the after feeling of his breath on her ear, hand reached to cover the side of her face. one of her friends holds onto her and she pushes at them to 'go, go, go' as if they're not moving fast enough to get away from this creep.
“ don't fucking touch me! ” she shouts at him, as if it'll keep him back. despite her cowardice, she hesitates to leave when her friends start to run... if only for account of the knife elijah is holding and the cameras left behind. there's precious footage on those things and she'd like to keep them in her possession, along with the blade. see, it's a ritual artifact. she can't risk losing it.
unfortunately, she hesitates a second too long. still, she takes the plunge; reaches forward and attempts to swipe it from him. that's when her friends scream for her not to be stupid and to come with them.
elijah breathes out a disappointed sigh before he sidesteps to avoid gwen , an unamused look accompanying the noise . one second , he's standing off to the side of her as she stumbles past him , & the next , he's in front of her friend with the blade plunged deep into their gut . his hand grips tight at their shoulder to keep them upright & he pushes the blade as deep as it'll go before twisting it tight , lips slightly parted & eyes wide with feigned surprise as he watches their face contort with the pain .
" shhh , " it's not a comforting gesture ; the blade is pulled out & jammed back into them just next to the previous wound . they fall slack against him & he peers over their shoulder to gwen , bottom lip jutted out just slightly . he showcases sympathy that he doesn't quite feel with the warm blood coating his fingers . a lift of his free hand & every exit of the building is locked up tight — no one gets in or out without his permission .
" this could've went easier for your friends if you had just played by the rules . " blood - stained knife is pointed in gwen's direction before shaking it at her like a child being scolded for their wrongdoings . the body is shoved onto the floor & he steps over it like it's something to be discarded ; they're all just meat at the end of the day . " i'll give you one more chance , " he continues , ignoring the sounds of her friends pounding & yanking on the door in desperate attempts to get out . " pick one more and i'll let the rest go . "
i've had some family stuff come up but i will lock in on my replies and stuff soon <3 i am not ignoring anyone i promise
oh sure blame the guy whose fault it is
Fucking nasty in a puddle of blood would fix me
like this for some memes in ur inbox perhaps
miles is worried and talbot can see it. it's as clear as day and plastered across his face. miles has never been good at hiding how he feels and talbot knows he's got to be sick of doing this. talbot has to learn his lesson some day. if he doesn't care about his own safety, he has to know miles does.
he doesn't even flinch at the pain when it the sting strikes the cut on his cheek. he's too numb to care and the pain from everywhere else overtakes it.
“ i'm sorry, ” he says and it comes out guilt ridden. he doesn't even answer miles. he's trying so hard to hold back tears, but a lump forms in his throat and he chokes on it. “ i can't keep doing this to you. it's not fair, ” talbot adds. he swallows hard, then bites his lip hard; as if the pain will help him focus on not crying. “ i don't remember what i did, i'm so sorry. ”
he's being honest. he doesn't remember. talbot blacked the whole thing out. he doesn't know what happened to the other guy. if he won or lost that fight. if anyone got seriously hurt or if it was just a scuffle. usually, he blacks out when he's really mad. it seems to happen more often these days.
“ i'm sorry because i know you're losinig me. ”
" tal . " miles doesn't mean for his name to come out choked , but it does . his apology goes straight to his chest , sharp & unforgiving in the way it pierces right through his heart . his throat feels tight with a sob on impact & he can already feel tears glossing over his eyes & making them sting . this isn't what he wants — talbot shouldn't have to see him sad over things he has no control over . ( seems like more & more of everything these days . miles is trying desperately to cling to everything good & the prominent reminder of the fact that he is losing talbot makes him slip . )
he sucks in a breath & turns away from his fiancé , swallowing down that harsh lump in his throat & placing the damp , blood - stained cloth onto the counter . his head hangs & he lifts a hand to rub at his eyes like it'll rid him of the urge to cry . it doesn't , because now his thoughts are full of the harsh reality . he's cleaning tal's wounds that talbot doesn't remember getting now , he'll be closing the casket on him before he knows it . he doesn't want the bad to be the only thing he ever remembers . he doesn't want this to be the way they both have to live at all . talbot's afraid of dying & miles is afraid of losing him & they'll be stuck on this twisted carousel until talbot's gone & miles is left spinning by himself .
" it's , it's okay , baby . " the sleeve of his hoodie drags across his cheeks & he sniffles before turning back to face him . the guilt grips his chest tight & makes it feel hard to breathe ; he really hates when he lets talbot see him like this . miles is careful in the way that he cups his cheeks & leans down to press a kiss to his forehead . " it wasn't .... it wasn't that bad of a fight . i just overreacted . i hate seeing you hurt , but it isn't your fault . please don't be sorry . "
Devon's inhale barely made it past his lips, brain stalling for a stupid second as Logan gathered his shirt in gentle, insistent fists. Is this okay? His nod was a little too eager, and he grinned to smooth it out. He still had goosebumps where the drag of soft fingertips had traced over his body. He arched obligingly so Logan could tug the shirt over his head, a wordless confirmation of permission. The shirt could end up crumpled in a heap on the floor, but Devon couldn't have cared less—he was too busy watching the way Logan looked at him, in a way he never seemed to have noticed before. He'd been shirtless around his friends hundreds of times—at practice, at the beach, but Logan eyeing him up like this was totally new and way more intense. Devon tried to look unaffected, but the nerves and wanting, the simple joy of being wanted back, left him a total open book.
Shoulders rolling back against the couch, Devon met Logan's eyes and rewarded the performer with a shining smile, reassuring and bright. If they wanted to look and ogle at him, they could. Forcing himself still, his cheeks grew warmer, and definitely not from the central heating, which was barely on. It was an absurd luxury to be desired enough that a person wanted to see all the weird angles and freckles you came with. He had to force his hands to stay steady and not do the over-eager thing where he just grabbed at Logan and went straight to the next thing. This wasn't a one-night stand, or even a 10-minute hookup off a tourvan; they had time. There was still some learning, figuring each other out to do, if they hoped for something real, something that might stick around long enough to make it weird, wonderful, and messy. Even if every single cell in his body wanted to take this as far as Logan would let it go, he had to retain some level of chill.
His hands coasted up and down Logan's sides under his shirt, spanning slowly over his slight frame. His fingers fanned out, skating lightly over each rib, enjoying the dip and rise of their breathing. He used to be so clumsy with affection, over the top, eager to impress with grand declarations or wayward hands that ruined the moment. This time, there was patience, and that patience made everything more electric, because now every touch meant something. Hot with want, he surged up and pressed kisses along the biteable edge of Logan's jaw, then followed the line to his ear, kissing gently at the edge of his ear, grazing featherlight over the curve. "Citizen science is a wild field. Lotta experimentation. You sign a waiver, or should I draft one for you?" Devon teased, still memorizing uncharted territories with his hands. "’s okay if you say no, though."
this isn't anything that logan does often. if he's being honest, he doesn't even remember the last time that he got this far with anyone. he's trusted himself with the wrong people one too many times to find comfort in the thought of letting just anyone's hands map out every curve of his body. vulnerability doesn't come easy with him, despite what every song he's ever written might say. he's more reserved than he lets on. cautious. all of that is being set aside for the night. devon's touch set his skin ablaze & his heart soars with the want for more. more of that, more of him.
his shirt has become nothing more than an annoyance — a piece of fabric with the intention to suffocate him — & he curls his fingers into it to pull it swiftly over his head. it becomes a crumpled mess on the floor somewhere near devon's & something for logan to worry about later. his hands are back on devon just as fast as they had left, fingers combing through his hair before gripping lightly to hold him against him. logan's shoulders move a little from the trail of goosebumps that creep down along his spine from his breath against his ear, his mouth twitching with a faint smile.
"i don't think we need the waivers for this." he says in the same teasing manner, shifting against devon's lap before tentatively rocking his hips down to grind into him. it's careful, like he's trying to get his reaction before he pushes forward for more. "we can, um— forego them.... this time." his hips continue to rock down with intent, teeth catching his bottom lip between them to stifle the moan threatening to emit from the friction. it's distracting in the best way. "you've got.. the green light already."
muse: nico moreau (he/they), mid 20s, panromantic pansexual, drummer for the grunge-metal band 'ashes of eden'
they weren’t supposed to be there. the gate had said 'private' in rusted iron, and the crypt had taken some serious smooth-talking and bolt-cutting to get into. but nico was nothing if not persuasive. "i kinda hope they catch us," nico said before his lips pressed against the other's, fingers still hooked through the belt loop of their pants, pulling them back in. he grinned into the kiss, eyes half-lidded and hungry. "might make this even hotter," he murmured against their mouth. "maybe the dead’ll wake up jealous."
clementine breathes out a nervous laugh into nico's mouth, their hand settled lightly against the side of his neck. trespassing into creepy places isn't anything new — being a ghost hunter & all — but nico makes their head spin. the beat of her heart is heavy against her chest & she lets her hand trail down from their neck to curl into the fabric of their shirt, keeping him close as her head tilts to deepen the kiss. "i don't wanna," she speaks against his mouth, the corners of her own curled with a faint grin. "think about dealing with zombies." words are accompanied with a breathy laugh & her hand loosens its grip on their shirt to continue the path downward, fingertips teasing just beneath the shirt for the warmth. desire twists in their gut & her chest feels warm with anticipation. "those would... totally kill the vibe."
@bloodh0unds asked: receiver finds sender sitting at a rainy bus stop, alone. ( octavia & charles perhaps)
how did he get so lucky ? oh, right. he had figured out her location via her latest social media post. charles was surprised it had taken him so long to figure it out, but he had and now there she was, waiting out in the rain at a bus stop. a flex of his hand, an attempt to calm his nerves before he approached the bus stop and leaned against the failing structure, acting as if he hadn't noticed her there. " it hasn't rained all summer and it just randomly decided to rain... " his heart is racing and he nervously swallows, turning his head slightly, praying he would make eye contact with her.
she's distracted with her phone when he approaches — the rain or how unsafe it actually is to be alone out here doesn't matter all that much to her when she's trying to gauge her fans' reactions to her set tonight . it wasn't anything insane . a small gig at a bar she had landed ; she still feels more popular behind a screen than she does in person . she's getting there , she knows . these things take time . it doesn't stop the insecurity that nags at the back of her mind .
her shoulders jolt from the unexpected sound of his voice & she lifts her head to look at him , breathing out a soft laugh at herself from how startled she'd been . of course someone else would be here . her mouth curls with a friendly smile & soft brown eyes lock with his . he seems nice enough .
" oh , i know ! i'm just glad i made it under here before the downpour started . " a hand lifts to motion above herself & she laughs again . her face becoming a mess of her glittery makeup would not have been fun . she tucks some strands of hair behind her ear & scoots a little to make space for the guy . " it's like , kind of comforting though . is that weird ? "
i've said it before, but it really is me and my 14 luke hemmings fcs against the world
Aus sendy
