Sweet Seals For You, Always
❣ Chile in a Photography ❣
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Stranger Things
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if i look back, i am lost
AnasAbdin
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Keni
taylor price
we're not kids anymore.
titsay
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Mike Driver
will byers stan first human second
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@saeculumaeterna-archived
Honestly thinking I'll just leave this hellsite.
Yep. Went through with it. This blog is archived now. I'll keep it for anyone wanting to scroll through and such.
Don't use me as a fucking meme resource.
I'm on discord for those who want to reach me.
Honestly thinking I'll just leave this hellsite.
Casually flexes new banner.
Thanks beloved wife!
Starter/Inbox call smut edition. You want to be horny on main with this deeply mentally unwell hobo? Hit that like button.
Multimuse please specify.
Starter/Inbox call smut edition. You want to be horny on main with this deeply mentally unwell hobo? Hit that like button.
Multimuse please specify.
Casually flexes new banner.
Thanks beloved wife!
loveeee characters who think they're likable but not lovable. characters who know they have surface-level admirable or alluring traits and so make sure to highlight those traits so that nobody looks closer to see what's underneath. characters who know they're hot or clever or cool and use that as a suit of armor so that no one ever gets close to them, because when they strip bare and show their vulnerability they're not any of those things, which means they have nothing left to make up for who they inherently are
Send “Chained” to have successfully captured my muse for a thread
My muse cannot escape, feel free to detail how they caught them
loss and lost … sentence starters
tw’s for death, discussions of death, grief change pronouns/wording as needed
“It’s okay to say you miss them.”
“They can’t be gone. they can’t.”
“I never even got to say goodbye.”
“Do you think they know I miss them?”
“I’m sure they’re smiling down on you.”
“I tried… I tried to save them. I couldn’t.”
“Do you think they’d be proud of me, now?”
“I never even got the chance to mourn them.”
“I’m trying to honor their memory… I’m trying.”
“You never even got to grieve them, did you?”
“Mourning someone doesn’t have a time-limit.”
“I just… thought I’d have more time with them.”
“You won’t… you won’t leave me, too, will you?”
“You did all you could. You can’t save everyone.”
“I thought I’d be happy they’re gone, but I’m… not.”
“I lost them so long ago… so, why does it still hurt?”
“Please, don’t die. I can’t.. I can’t lose anyone else.”
“I visit them whenever I can. I leave them flowers…”
“I hope they can see me. Somehow. I hope they’re proud.”
“You’ve lost someone. I can tell. It’s in the eyes, the grief.”
“It’s okay to have conflicted feelings. Grief is complicated.”
“Sometimes, I think I can see them when I look at the stars.”
“There’s no right or wrong way to mourn. Do what helps you.”
“Everyone keeps dying. Everyone keeps going where I can’t follow.”
“I wish I’d been there. Maybe if I’d been there… I could have saved them.”
“I just don’t understand… how can they just be gone? They were here. And then they weren’t.”
“I know it hurts to face it, but you can’t keep pretending. They’re gone. You’ll have to face it someday.”
the intimacy of calling your partner by adding a little "my" before it, my baby, my darling, my sweetheart, my life>>>
characters who view themselves as tools/weapons first and people second... characters who martyr themselves for a cause because they think that's the only way they can be worth something... characters who push themselves past their breaking point again and again and again... characters for whom devotion and masochism are inseparable... characters whose self-sacrifice becomes self-annihilation...... what was my point again? i had a point. anyway.
He resisted raising a brow at the simple response, his blank stare slightly giving away confusion as he lowered his hand to place it into his pockets instead. There was something off about this guy but, at least he wasn't causing trouble — for now anyways. Kazutora wondered if this stranger was one of those LARPers that are getting popular now, he sounded a bit too old for it but who was he to judge? It was harmless... even if those types had a tendency to make enviable weaponry out of seemingly nowhere.
It certainly caught him off guard to be asked if he was cosplaying though.
"Unknown..?" He murmurs, "I'm not wearing a cosplay. At least not right now."
One probably would've taken offense to that but, no, he understood to a degree how his aesthetics could be mistaken for it even if it was extremely simplistic... it must've been the hair. He took one hand out of his pocket to raise the back of his hand, knuckles forward as he gestured to his chest plate. "That real—can I?"
Dagon could have sworn he saw this aesthetic somewhere before. Some general application that echoed out of the past. Or perhaps he was hallucinating. It wouldn't be the first time.
"Can you what." Take it? No. it weighed far too much. An adequate security measure. Perhaps he should get around to installing those spikes. Always seemed too excessive though. Even for him.
Was this another form of communication here? The acquisition of one's attire? Usually that followed sex in his experience.
Tragic Love Story
"Well they are canoodling in the Underworld now so it's hardly a tragedy anymore."
achilles & patroclus
you’re loyal, brave, and fierce in your devotion. friendship and love blur together for you, because at your core, you crave someone who is both your confidant and your other half. you’re the kind of person who would fight the world for someone you love, who sees partnership as sacred and unbreakable. but you also have a streak of pride, sometimes believing you can outwit fate or hold onto something forever when nothing truly lasts. your relationships are marked by both tenderness and ferocity, a love that carries a mythic weight. when people think of you, they remember the loyalty, the sacrifice, and the way your heart kept beating for someone even after they were gone.
Tagged by: @oiyuri
Tagging: @liecoris @droplct @rubiesintherough (Dealer's choice on muse) @namedhope @scouscr
The neon lights that shined from above coming from buildings that kissed the sky bled everything in soft pastel colors, the air not yet polluted and cars cruising on by to either get to the next destination or bar crawl. It was very clearly in Japan—Shibuya and slightly further back in time with the technology and fashion statements because while Dagon stuck out like a sore thumb, there were a few others that donned peculiar costumes for a gimmicky establishment or a photo-op for the tourists in Gundam suits but they all were ignored by many. The only ones that warily got stared down would be the men that donned peculiar tattoos and were getting onto either motorcycles or into cars from a place not too far away from where Dagon stood.
One with a tiger inked on their throat and collarbone was headed Dagon's way.
Kazutora had been on his way out after attending another bullshit meeting that went nowhere, begrudgingly trudging through the sparse people on the crossing and turning down the poorly concealed 'special' services on pamphlets handed out by people who'd like to be elsewhere than stuck in some get up to draw attention to themselves for less than adequate pay or sighing through his nose at the wary looks when gazes landed upon his throat. The police that dotted the corners paid him nor the solicitors any mind, more than likely in the pockets of the gang... and he prayed it stayed that way.
He didn't feel like driving at all and the small hole in the wall he called "home" wasn't too far but, did he really want to go back there? There was nothing but the four walls and silence.
Thoughts about what to do were interrupted when catching sight of Dagon—tall man, funny get up... probably another promoter but at least whatever he was promoting probably wasn't as typical. It took a second as Kazutora rubbed his neck, debating before padding over after weaving through the crowd with one of his hands slightly out for a pamphlet.
"What's the cosplay for?" A simple, innocent question laced with vague interest.
Cosplay? What was that again? He'd been accused of that many times before already. Something about appearances if memory serves. No matter. If it was so consequential, it would have come to blows. Humans were an impulsive species.
This city was fairly unremarkable. A deep veneer of grime coated it heavily. Not simply literal as well. There was a rot here, a thriving cancer. Perhaps in his idealistic youth, he would have done something about it. Perhaps in his more cynical days, he'd have just burnt it down.
Dagon did not have the luxury of either insufferable approach.
Absently Dagon remembered that his unexpected guest was still waiting for an answer and he had not remembered what 'cosplay' was. It just sounded off in some way.
"Unknown." He finally responded with. Dagon was good at giving out what details were needed. "And yours?" Perhaps this was a mutual thing. Some form of greeting.
@uchitokenai (Because fuck you.)
Ah, this world again. Some needed cosmic intervention apparently. Perhaps he should invest in some infrastructure here. Tethering Brink was a trifle really.
The prevalence of ice was uncommon in most domains. In small quantities yes, but not like this. Evidently he had entered somewhere pseudo-sacrosanct. He always did get into such trouble didn't he. First the matchstick, and now a snowcone.
@oiyuri
This was a new one. To his recollection, Dagon had not visited this world before. Perhaps that was a good thing that he could still encounter something new in his life. Perhaps it meant he was slacking. Time would tell.
For now though, he'd content himself with observation to determine the value of this world and its inhabitants. The worldwheel could wait. As always, he stuck out like a sore thumb. Ironic for someone who went through such efforts to maintain his privacy.
