THE BOY.

independent, selective, & private alien oc based off of personal interpretations of childish gambino's music videos as well as the written script for because the internet. as penned by kat.

[hunters-schafer]

get to know me meme ★ 3/10 musicians ❥  childish gambino

Black men struggle with masculinity so much. The idea that we must always be strong really presses us all down - it keeps us from growing.

[solluss-blog]

i  think    .  .  .    i  think  i  can  see  myself  coming  back  from  hiatus  to  this  blog   &   an  oc .   hmmmm .

[gambooty]

Donald Glover x Flowers 💐💜😍

[truthsoughtt]

HIATUS  NOTICE  !

so ,   i’ve  already  been  inactive  on  most  of  my  blogs  for  awhile  now ,   but  at  the  time  i  had  just  been  telling  myself  i’d  come  back  soon .   unfortunately ,   that  hasn’t  been  the  case .   my  personal  life  has  been  hectic  these  days .     (   i  was  hospitalized ,   there  was  a  death  in  the  family ,   &   now  my  puppy  is  sick .   all  of  this  has  happened  in  this  month  alone   &   things  don’t  seem  to  be  letting  up .   )     as  you  can  imagine ,   my  mental  health  is  in  a  really  bad  state  these  days .   the  only  reason  i  even  get  out  of  bed  anymore  is  because  i  know  my  puppy  is  depending  on  me .   otherwise ,   i  wouldn’t  even  get  up  to  have  a  proper  meal .   the  point  is   :     i  don’t  know  when  i’m  coming  back .   i  think  it’s  best  for  me  if  i  take  time  away  from  doing  drafts   &   being  active   &   instead  focus  on  helping  myself  feel  better  these  days .   i’ve  been  trying  my  best  to  keep  positive   &   be  strong  but  in  the  end  i  think  i  just  need  time  to  figure  things  out  before  jumping  back  into  the  rp  community .   i  hope  everyone  can  understand . the  blogs  going  on  hiatus  are   :     @truthsoughtt ,   @imprfect ,   @solluss ,   @shedeathh ,   &   @mirthborn​ .

[solluss-blog]

Pucker up!

HE  DOESN’T  KNOW  HOW  OR  WHEN  IT  BEGAN ,   JUST  KNOWS  THAT  IT  DID .     their  bodies  tangle  together ,   his  foot  closing  the  door  behind  them  as  they  tumble  onto  the  bed ,   calloused  hands  cupping  her  soft  cheeks  whilst  peppering  kisses ,   each  becoming  longer ,   passion  dripping  into  them  the  more  given .   he  thinks  his  heart  is  going  to  burst ,   the  way  she  giggles  between  kisses  making  something  within  him  stir ,   irises  dark ,   emotions  clouding  them .  the  situation  is  one  envisioned  many  times ,   touching  her ,   loving  her .   &   it’s  happening ,   here ,   at  this  very  moment .   she  feels  the  same  way .   it’s  no  wonder  his  hands  can’t  stick  to  one  spot ,   grabbing  onto  her  waist ,   running  through  her  hair ,   wanting  to  memorize  each   &   every  inch  of  her  being .   she  is  a  cool  glass  of  water   &   he  is  a  man  parched .before  there’s  time  to  truly  process  the  situation ,   they’re  already  ripping  each  other’s   clothes  off ,   everything  being  thrown  in  a  pile  at  the  floor  by  the  bed ,   roy  trailing  kisses  down  her  neck ,   daring  to  go  lower ,   even  glancing  upwards  to  gauge  a  reaction ,   admiration  swimming  in  his  gaze .   when  he  hovers  over  her  hipbones ,   he  makes  a  show  of  gently  pressing  plump  lips  to  each  one ,   a  small  smile  curling  onto  features .      in  this  moment ,   he  thinks ,   he  could  be  happy .     because ,   fuck ,   how  could  he  not  be  ?

it’s  when  they’re  almost  done   &   he’s  worshipping  her  body  like  something  holy ,   when  a  soft     ‘   i  love  you   ’     escapes  her  lips ,   that  something  feels  off .   body  stiffens ,   brows  furrowing  with  perplexity ,   brain  struggling  to  pinpoint  what  it  is  exactly  that  isn’t  right .   &   just  like  that ,   he  startles  awake  in  a  cold  sweat .   it  takes  ten  seconds  for  him  to  sit  up   &   rub  at  tired  eyes ,   letting  the  dream  sink  in .   he  still  glances  to  his  side ,   hoping  to  see  company  laying  there .   the  bed  is  empty .   the  disappointment  settles ,   &   he  throws  himself  back  onto  the  pillow ,   a  curse  hissed  in  the  night .   he  should’ve  known  better .   something  like  that  wouldn’t  ever  be  real  in  the  first  place .   they’re  only  friends .   he  has  to  remember  that .

*   »    meme  !    //    status :  accepting .⟨     number twenty - one .     hip kiss .     ⟩

[zarathustra-would-be-proud]

[solluss-blog]

ANYALENKAYA .       /       ANYA .

          ❛  YEAH, FOR SURE.   i mean,  you don’t really look like a roy,  but it still suits you.  that’s what my first impression is saying,  anyway.  i don’t really know you yet,  so i might have changed my mind by tomorrow.  you should ask me again then.  ❜     anya smiles,  grateful she has a moment to just …  talk.

          ❛                                 not really.  it was given to me by a nurse at a hospital a few years ago.  i don’t remember anything from my childhood,  not even my own name,  so anya just kinda stuck.   ❜

❝      I’LL  BE  SURE  TO  DO  THAT  THEN .      ❞        timbre  is  raspy ,   a  hint  of  confidence   &   perhaps  even  a  sliver  of  exuberance .   the  concept  of  having  someone  around  when  he  wakes  is  a  comforting  one   ;   it  invokes  a  flutter  of  hope .   loneliness  has  been  engulfing  him .   it’d  be  less  empty  in  this  big  house  with  another  sharing  his  space .   yet ,   there’s  a  bit  of  shame   &   guilt  that  trickles  in  his  chest ,   tainting  the  sweetened  emotions .    is  he  truly  selfish  enough  to  purposely  leave  someone  innocent  in  his  little  drug  den  ?

❝       ━━━     damn ,   that’s    .  .  .    i  didn’t  mean  to  bring  something  like  that  up .   sorry .     ❞        bold  brows  knit  together ,   wincing  at  own  carelessness ,   features  contorting  into  a  sympathetic  expression .

[solluss-blog]

the  urn  almost  tips  over  the  edge .  she  waits  for  him .  he  walks  over   &   takes  the  urn   &   just  holds  it  for  a  moment .  then  he  kinda  hugs  it ,  laying  his  head  on  it ,  but  turning  his  head  so  she  can’t  see  what  he  says .      (   whisper .   )      ❛                    I’M SORRY WE’RE ALONE .     ❜        /   /        indie   &   private  alien  oc .   as  penned  by  kat .

[solluss-blog]

would  you  look  @  that  ?   i’m back  on  my  bullshit  over  here .

[the-write-ideas]

ANOTHER KISSING MEME

Send me Pucker up! to see how my character kisses yours. (some NSFW apply.)

#1-65

(opposite meme here)

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[solluss-blog]

ANYALENKAYA .       /       ANYA .

ROYLAND.     IT DOESN’T SUIT HIM.     she’s almost happy his name is just roy,   the way hers is just anya.     a smile traces her lips,   a joyous breath escaping for the first time in forever.     she has a house,   a roof over her head,   and although she might only be there for a night or two,   it’s more than she’s ever had.

❝                   yeah.     but i think roy suits you just fine.  ❞

BOLD  BROW  RAISES ,    almost  doubtful  of  the  statement .   he’s  never  been  sure  of  anything  that  involved  his  life .   family ,   friends ,   existence .   his  name  is  no  exception .

❛       ━━━━━━     think  so  ?   s’alright ,   i  guess .     so     .  .  .     anya ,   huh  ?   any  history  behind  that  name  ?      ❜

[solluss-blog]

ANYALENKAYA .       /       ANYA .

          SHE WATCHES HIM TAKE ANOTHER SIP OF HIS DRINK,    leaning back in her chair while studying him.  there’s something wrong.  or if there isn’t anything wrong,  there’s been a change in him.  a shift,  somewhere,  but anya can’t put her finger on it.  his voice is still raspy but warm  ( to her,  at least )  and he’s here,  in front of her,  but she can almost feel the distance he has creating between them growing for each word they say.     ❛              it could be.  ❜     it’s clear she’s not talking about marcus anymore         it could be that simple,  roy,  if you only talked to me!

          in hindsight,  perhaps roy would have opened up to anya earlier if she had been as honest with him as she had wanted him to be with her.  it’s a two way street          treat people the way you want to be treated.  she hums,  fingers nervously picking at nails on the other hand,  and tries to meet roy’s gaze.     ❛  be honest with me:  are you okay?  ❜

FEATURES  CONTORT ,  A  FLICKER  OF  A  PAINED  EXPRESSION .    something  within  him  threatens  to  burst ,   grasping  at  his  lungs   &   squeezing ,   suffocating .   the  glass  remains  raised  as  an  afterthought ,   poised  to  return   &   amalgamate  with  chapped  lips  should  the  thirst  arise  once  again .     (   it  never  ceases .   )     the  inquiry  is  cogitated  with  care ,   the  seconds  ticking  between  them ,   the  silence  a  ringing  in  own  ears .     are  you  okay  ?     umber  hues  blink .   once ,  twice .     he’s  not   ━   he’s  not  sure .

the  thought  is  smothered ,   the  new  addition  of  his  soul  gaining  control ,   whispering  all  the  wrong  things .     don’t  tell ,   don’t  tell ,   don’t  tell .   &   suddenly  his  skin  feels  like  rubber ,   the  way  it  stretches  almost  uncomfortable   &   foreign ,   as  if  it  doesn’t  fit  correctly .   brows  pinch  together ,   pondering  how  that  could  be .     (   this  change ,   would  it  always  feel  this  way  ?   like  he  isn’t  a  part  of  himself  anymore  ?   ) gaze  returns  to  the  carving  on  the  table   &   in  a  way ,   it  almost  grounds  him ,   breaking  him  out  of  torpor .        ❛       yeah     .  .  .     yeah ,   i’m  fine .   guess  i’m  just  hungover  from  last  night .      ❜        he  doesn’t  catch  the  flaw  in  own  statement .   he’d  mentioned  a  party ,   but  it  was  days  ago .

[imprfect-blog1]

*     ANOTHER  SHORT  HIATUS  NOTICE  !        so ,        tomorrow        (     oct .   13     )        i’m  having  a  minor  surgery  done   &   the  recovery  time  can  be  from  one  or  two  weeks ,        maybe  even  longer .        it  really  depends  on  the  person .        &   since  idk  how  long  it’ll  be  before  i’m  fully  recovered ,        i’m  putting  all  of  my  blogs  on  a  short  hiatus  for  the  time  being .        i  promise  nothing  serious  is  going  on   &   that  i’ll  be  back  as  soon  as  possible  so  there’s  really  no  need  to  worry .        anyways ,        the  blogs  on  hiatus  will  be        @cagedove  ,        @incntate  ,        @mirthborn  ,        @bonnibcls  ,        @solluss  ,        &   @shedeathh  !

[anyalenkaya-a]

there’s  something  tragic  about  you,   something  so  magical  about  you.     ( x )

[solluss-blog]

❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜

he  stays  quiet  for  some  time ,    really  processing  what  she’s  said .   &   in  this  moment ,   he  can’t  agree  with  her  more .   so ,   when  lips  part  in  reply ,   he  attempts  to  not  sound  forceful ,   like  he’s  trying  to  make  her  stand  his  presence  more  than  she  already  has  to .

❝     look ,   i  don’t  know ,   maybe  that  someone    .  .  .    could  be  me .     ❞       hopes  aren’t  high ,   expecting  a  rejection  a  in  an  instant .    (   he’s  never  been  good  with  love .   so ,   he  doesn’t  expect  himself  to  be  a  casanova  now .   )

meme .       /       status :   accepting .

[solluss-blog]

❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜

this  invokes  a  pause ,   mind  going  to  farther  planes .    he  recalls  a  time ,   a  dark   &   complex  period  in  his  life ,   whilst  holding  his  father’s  urn ,   a  mere  whisper  spoken  between  the  nothingness .       ‘   i’m  sorry  we’re  alone .   ’       he’s  never  experienced  a  semblance  of  togetherness   ;   he  realizes  this  now ,   mind  reeling  from  the  euphoria   /   afterglow  of  melding  his  lips  to  hers .    (   so ,   maybe  anya’s  right .   maybe  he  does  taste  like  the  empty   &   unfulfilling  life  he’s  lived .   he  can’t  find  it  in  himself  to  disagree .   )

slowly ,   he  nods ,   features  vacant ,   corners  of  lips  pulling  upwards  into  a  weak  smile .   &   a  low   /   nervous  chuckle  escapes  him  then ,   a  hand  coming  to  ruffle  the  hair  at  the  nape  of  neck .   even  in  a  moment  as  intimate   &   unspoken  as  this  one ,   she  manages  to  read  parts  of  him  he’s  never  shared  with  anyone .       ❝     ━━━    maybe  that’s  because  it’s  how  i’ve  always  been .     ❞

meme .       /       status :   accepting .

[lizzyisameme]

warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief) | the poetry sentence meme

warsan shire is a kenyan-born somali writer, poet, editor, and teacher.  you may know her as the woman whose poetry was adapted into beyonce’s visual album, lemonade.   i am using snippets of her poetry EP “warsan vs melancholy (the seven stages of grief)” which can be found here (the link redirects to a bandcamp page).  last time on our poetry sentence meme series, we used warsan shire’s poem “34 excuses for why we failed at love” which you can find here.  

feel free to change pronouns, punctuation, words, etc., as needed to make these prompts make sense—and please be sure to look up her work if you think it sounds as divine as i do!!!   –  LIZZY

the unbearable weight of staying (the end of the relationship)

❛ i don’t know when love became elusive. what i know, is that no one i know has it. ❜

❛ i think of lovers as trees, growing to and from one another, searching for the same light. ❜

❛ this is all i know how to do: carry loss around until i begin to resemble every bad memory, every terrible fear, every nightmare anyone has ever had. ❜

❛ did you ever love me? ❜

❛ of course, of course. ❜

❛ are you made of steel?  are you made of iron? ❜

❛ i need someone who knows how to stay. ❜

dear moon (the distraction)

❛ you cold, unimaginable thing. ❜ 

how to wear your mothers lipstick (the desperation)

❛ your mother is a woman and women like her cannot be contained. ❜

❛ you look nothing like your mother. ❜

❛ you look everything like your mother. ❜

❛ i thought i told you to stop calling me. ❜

❛ you taste like years of being alone. ❜

questions for the woman i was last night (the honest conversation)

❛ how far have you walked for men who’ve never held your feet in their laps? ❜

❛ how often have you bartered with bone, only to sell yourself short? ❜

❛ why do you find the unavailable so alluring? ❜

❛ where did it begin? what went wrong? ❜

❛ who made you feel so worthless? ❜

❛ if they wanted you, wouldn’t they have chosen you? ❜

❛ all this time, you were begging for love silently, thinking they couldn’t hear you, but they smelt it on you. you must have known they could taste the desperate on your skin. ❜

❛ and what about the others? that would do everything for you? ❜

❛ why did you make them love you until you could not stand it? ❜

❛ how are you both these women, both flighty and needful? ❜

❛ where did you learn this, to want what does not want you? ❜

❛ where did you learn this, to leave those that want to stay? ❜

i think i know what we did wrong (the realization)

❛ we loved like two people who did not know god. ❜

❛ what a shame. ❜

for women who are difficult to love (the affirmation)

❛ i could never leave you, forget you, want anything but you. ❜

❛ you dizzy me; you are unbearable. ❜

❛ every woman before or after you is doused in your name. ❜

❛ you fill my mouth. my teeth ache with the memory of taste. ❜

❛ my body is just a long shadow seeking yours. ❜

❛ you are always too intense, frightening in the way that you want me. ❜

❛ no man can live up to the one who lives in your head. ❜

❛ so what did you want to do, love? split his head open? ❜

❛ you can’t make homes out of human beings. someone should have already told you that. ❜

❛ if he wants to leave, then let him leave. ❜

❛ you are terrifying and strange and beautiful. something not everyone knows how to love. ❜

(the prayer)

❛ (dear god), if it will keep my heart soft, break my heart every day. ❜