ᵐᵒⁿᵉʸ, ᵖᵒʷᵉʳ, 𝓰ˡᵒʳʸˀ

heavy is the head that wears the crown.

[sontuosc-blog]

" ... you wanna grab a coffee or somethin'? "

HIS EYES LOOKED OVER to sam. his fingers were picking. he was still worried about nathan, it was a continuous thought in the back of his head at the moment. he was healing just fine, his wounds had gone over well at the hospital and he was home again. home, of course, being sam’s house. after all -- who would want to return to the APARTMENT they were KIDNAPPED from? angelo assumed that, it would have bad feelings behind it now. at least for a bit. perhaps his reason for worrying about nathan so terribly was because he’s never HAD someone to worry about before. COMING OVER IN ORDER to check on both his boyfriend and his brother, he hadn’t expected to find nathan asleep. again. all he seemed to do lately was sleep. was this what recovering was to other people? angelo always found himself on the other end of the spectrum. he found he COULDN’T sleep when he was recovering from something. he was content to just, lay with him until he woke up. work on his computer, get some e-mails answered he received in the past hour. but that was when samuel came to him, speaking a question that actually piked his interest. “of course,” he answered honestly. “nathan will be fine by himself?” ANGELO COULD NOT GIVE an honest answer for why he felt so comfortable around the eldest drake. he never felt so comfortable around anyone. with the exception being nate at the moment. but nathan took time. he took the building of a relationship, of a friendship. he touched samuels arm, held his hand. he touched him. so much faster than anyone else. “i want mine iced.”

[dailyskams]

[sontuosc-blog]

i have work soon which means i have to get ready, but if you don’t already have my discord it’s SADDAD#0435 for mutual’s! old mutual’s, new mutual’s idc if we’ve never talked – it’s a good way to start talking! if i follow you i wanna talk to you, lmaaaao. but let’s plot and stuff, all i’m gonna be doing at work is putting away stock anyhow. 

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[sontuosc-blog]

i have work soon which means i have to get ready, but if you don’t already have my discord it’s SADDAD#0435 for mutual’s! old mutual’s, new mutual’s idc if we’ve never talked -- it’s a good way to start talking! if i follow you i wanna talk to you, lmaaaao. but let’s plot and stuff, all i’m gonna be doing at work is putting away stock anyhow. 

[sontuosc-blog]

angelo: i’m a respectful man, i don’t oogle. juliet, wearing something where he can see her shoulders: angelo: 👀

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angelo’s uncharted / tomb raider verse:

having no real interest in dirty old things, angelo never shared his father’s drive for expeditions. he never wanted to climb everest, he never wanted to visit a dig unearthing a tomb. that was always something his father was interested in. angelo liked modern, clean things. the idea of digging around in the dirt made him a bit sick. 

but as daddy says, angelo does. 

sponsoring digs, adventures and expeditions -- angelo goes where he is told. there’s something his father is looking for, and burning through archaeologists and explorers is just a side effect of his search. angelo knows what his father is after is in italy, but he doesn’t know exactly what it is. 

he serves as a connection, doing his father’s dirty work in hiring thugs and explorers following leads, false or true he has been told to explore any and all options. 

[sontuosc-blog]

moretrustworthy‌.

@sontuosc.

     the rumble in the ground had reverberated for a ways away from the dig site, trembling tables, setting off car alarms, sending dirt billowing from the entrance of the cave they’d been excavating. it wasn’t until crew began shouting that it had become clear what had happened; there was a cave in, the entrance way now blocked by ancient rocks that couldn’t hold their own weight any longer. nathan, along with two other men, had been inside, fifty to one hundred feet through the tunnel they’d been working on. tools were thrown about, complete chaos as the company overseer and director came rushing by to assess what the best course of action would be. people wanted to start digging, get them out before they ran out of air, but all efforts were stopped for the chance that the entire tunnel had collapsed, or if it hadn’t, that any rescue attempts would cause it to do so.

     the question was answered as angelo’s walkie crackled to life, nathan’s voice reaching through from the other end. it was rough and broken, struggling to maintain a connection through rock and dirt and sand. 

     “ so ,  ―  good  ―ews  is  ――  alive . ”

HE HEARD THE COLLAPSE before he felt it. the shake in the small tent he called home during the dig almost caused his knees to buckle. it took a moment for him to figure out just what had happened. it was the shouts and screams and remembering where NATHAN was that took him to realize what must had happened. he didn’t know he was moving until he was already on site. out of breath from that much physical activity, his chest was hammering. but he didn’t know if the racing inside him was due to the physical movement, of because nathan was inside. it didn’t take long for angelo to begin shouting to figure out what was going on. hair a mess from it’s usual styled position, he was trying to come up with a solution to digging them out.                         someone said all they would find was a corpse, and angelo almost hit him. THE GARBLED VOICE ON the other end of his walkie was lost to him for a moment. he almost didn’t register it, so lost in the moment of arguing. mouth gape, he looked down at the device on his hip and lifted it up.  “nathan --?” his voice shook slightly. why? why did it shake? “good lord, are you fucking alive in there?”

[sontuosc-blog]

here’s a new starter call! they’ll either be one liners or something more, depending on how i’m feeling. if we already have threads, i don’t mind if you like. i just wanna interact with my followers!

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angelo’s mcu verse:

he is an enhanced, and he was made that way by his father. in a desperate bid to gain a little bit of power and leeway in a world slowly growing with powerful people, micheal bottone turned to his own children for the future. using his control over angelo and his brothers, he put them through the ringer with experiments and tests in an attempt to extract or embed inhuman abilities on them. he thought if he could show the world that one of his children had been enhanced the whole time, it would put his company in good favor. 

angelo died during the experiments. he was twenty six at the time, and his death was heartbreaking to his two brothers -- but not to his father, who only counted it as a failure. angelo’s death was not reported to the world, and his body was left to sit in a morgue while publicists attempted to figure out a way to explain away his death as an accident that would not reflect badly on the company. 

despite everyone thinking the experiments with the youngest bottone had ended in failure, they had not. angelo had died, but he came back. rising from the dead in the enclosed space of the cooler, his first memories of the world were of terror. 

he remembered nothing of the man who died when he came back from the dead. no childhood memories, fond or otherwise. he didn’t even recognize his father or twin brother ( the latter of which was overjoyed to see him. )

having risen from the dead, he was put through a string of tests and conclusions were made exactly about his abilities. 

unable to feel physical pain anymore, he cannot feel physical sensation either. part of his brain knows he’s touching something, but he can’t process what it feels like anymore. 

what he can feel is emotions. he feels emotions very heavily, though he has a hard time processing it. he can influence other’s emotions by touching their skin, and coerce them into doing things they aren’t interested in otherwise. 

during the attempts to figure out what exactly was going on with him, the scientist entrusted with angelo’s care attempted to kill him once more. they wanted to see if he was immortal, and when they got positive results they were pleased. seeing the youngest bottone coming back from the dead twice was a triumph to them. what they didn’t expect was angelo to slaughter them in a fit of rage for being used like a puppet. 

angelo does not live with his family anymore after the murder of the scientists. his memory has still not returned to before his rebirth, and he doubts it ever will. he’s not a hero by any means, he’s something of a problem. killing indiscriminately, his true goal is to die because his existence is unbearable to him. no memory, no physical feeling, all he can feel is how other people feel and he feels the emotions too strongly. 

[sontuosc-blog]

“You can’t keep doing this to yourself.” — Juliet

miscellaneous angst starters. | accepting.

“i think you’ll find i can.”SHE WAS JUST TRYING to help, and he knew that. he knew that. but you can know something and that doesn’t mean it makes sense inside your head. or, at least that’s how angelo feels. there’s a rational part of his brain, maybe it’s the little angel that’s supposed to be on his shoulder, telling him not to lash out. not to react badly. to just listen to her, because she’s only trying to help. but he can’t trust it. he trusts her, but he doesn’t. it’s difficult – attempting to have TRUST in someone when everyone else has done nothing but betray that trust. how do you let someone in when it’s so hard to believe they won’t rip the rug out from underneath your feet?JULIET WAS IN HIS space. he’d let her there. he’d allowed her to touch him, he’d allowed her to see him. and he had not regretted it until this moment. until this exact second where she was just trying to help. he could feel the need to react so heavy in him. his wrists felt tight. his throat felt tight. his entire body felt like a rubber band about to snap over heavy paperwork.“i know what you’re doing,” he lost the battle with himself. the little angel was locked back inside it’s cage, unable to reason with him. “you think it’ll be easy. fix the rich boy. you think you know what’s wrong with me, so you think you can fix me? juliet – i don’t even know what’s WRONG with me! i can keep doing this to myself, because it’s the only thing that fucking works! it’s the only thing that helps my brain not feel like there’s fucking ants crawling around chewing holes, why is that so fucking bad? i’m not dying. i’m fine – i’m fucking fine. i’m fucking fine, i’m not doing anything wrong.”HIS HANDS WERE SHAKING and he was standing away from her. maybe there was a small part of him trying to stop, because he wasn’t advancing on her. he was shouting at her, but he was keeping his distance. “i’m doing everything i’m meant to be doing. so what if i count a few calories.” 

[sontuosc-blog]

elleomet‌.

starter for @sontuosc

She had been dressed by an up and coming accessible fashion brand today. They did custom work and they had measured up. The slit in the navy blue dress shows off her custom prosthetic cover, in a teal and coral pink hue that match the embroidery on her low-heeled shoes. Her makeup— as is her brand— is subtle and befitting, and her statement earrings are bold and silver plated, with a smaller and larger leaf shape with dark blue gem in the former and paler green in the latter. Tiny studs crawl up the sides of her ears in complementary colours.

Even her cane has been made to match, a black handle and a black body with an oil-slick type of pattern that catches the light. Juliet had spotted the host (or rather, the family-name benefactor of the whole event) while she had been speaking with a few of the other guests. When she’d gotten her chance she’d slipped away and made her way over to him, eager to make an introduction. She’d met him once before, their whole interaction having taken less than two minutes. Juliet is farm more interested in making a more lasting impression this time around. Especially because the more activism side of her work had gotten her here, into this beautiful hotel, in the first place. 

“Angelo?” She says, hoping to get his attention as she approaches the quieter section away from the main crowd. “Hi, Juliet Shain, we’ve met before, very briefly.”

IT WAS ALL FOR looks, really. honestly, that was about anything he ever did. there was a certain art in making yourself look good. he didn’t think people understood how much went into it sometimes. the time, the effort -- being aware of everything you did. a little mistake would haunt you for the rest of your life when you were trying to keep up appearances. he had more than one little mistake haunting his every step. sometimes he wondered if that was why he tried so hard -- not to please his father, but to redeem himself. but, no. at the end of the day there was one reason he was upright and walking around. one reason he was standing in the party room of the hotel, a drink in his glass and entertaining guests.                                                                                because he was told to. ANGELO HADN’T NOTICED HER by the time she came over to him and called his name. about to take a sip from the liquid courage that was holding him together, he turned his head to properly see her. eyebrows raising slightly, he smiled. he smiled because he was supposed to, and he smiled because he knew her. he had contacted her personally and invited her to the event. he knew her posting about them would bode well for him.  “juliet, i remember,” he said -- and it was honest. sometimes honesty was as good as a lie. “brief as it was, you’re a hard woman to forget. you look beautiful, are you attending some grand affair after this?” the joke left his lips as the smile did not. 

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ENTERING THE SMALL SHOP accompanied by a tall and rather burly looking man, angelo understood he might seem a bit out of place. still, he was here for a purpose. “do you know who owns this property?” he questioned the closest person to him. customer, worker -- hell she could be the owner. 

@shesboundtolose answered the call.

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“you are exactly what i was expecting.” his eyes slowly look him over. up and down for a moment before he nodded. the grouping that was coming together at his hotel next month wasn’t exactly one he knew very well. their scene was so beyond out of his area of expertise -- he had to use his CONNECTIONS in an attempt to find someone to help. when he was told to contact the sole member of agitated screams of maggots, to see if he was interested in assisting as well as preforming, angelo had a good IDEA on what he would look like.  “i take it you found the hotel well?” he wasn’t here to insult him.

@variousmethodsofescaape answered the call. 

[sontuosc-blog]

ANGELO DID NOT BELIEVE in, or totally understand that whole pay it forward motion. when he purchased his coffee himself and the barista told him that the person before him had paid for him, he had this overwhelming feeling of shame. he wondered if he looked . . . like he needed someone to pay for his coffee? he didn’t. he could buy the whole shop and not think twice. while his head spun to think over why someone would pay for his coffee, he took the iced drink and laid two bills down on the counter that caused her eyebrows to shoot up.  “use this for his order,” he said, turning to the man behind him and gesturing with his thumb just in case she didn’t realize he meant the man next in turn. “keep the change.”

@prouddov answered the call.

[rothelp]

miscellaneous angst starters.

when were you going to tell me?

you can’t keep doing this to yourself.

that’s…a lot of blood.

can you walk?

please don’t lie to me.

you were supposed to leave.

i’m not going anywhere without you.

shh, it’s okay. it was just a dream.

there was nothing more you could have done.

it wasn’t your fault.

this is all my fault.

you aren’t acting like yourself.

i’m never going to let [her/him/them] hurt you again.

you’re hurting me.

don’t ever do that again.

go to hell.

please don’t cry.

you have to stay awake.

i wish i could take the pain away.

you could have died.

hey – stay with me.

it’ll be over soon.

did you ever love me?

i’m sorry. i can’t do this anymore.

things won’t always hurt this bad.

you passed out.

how much have you had?

i’m okay. it’s all fine.

it’s not okay! you’re not fine!

let me get you something for the pain.

it’s nothing. it’s just a bruise.

it’s clearly not nothing.

have you been to the doctor?

i didn’t mean the things i said.

i thought we meant something.

people who are okay don’t act like this.

you don’t have to go through this by yourself.

i don’t want you to be alone.

please don’t regret me.

i heard you crying.

you need to get some rest.

when was the last time you ate something?

i’m worried about you.

did you have another nightmare?

[name], there’s nobody there.

i want to be happy but i don’t think i deserve it.

please talk to me.

why are you mad at me?

alcohol isn’t going to solve your problems.

don’t leave me.

did you do this to yourself?

it’s breaking my heart to see you like this.

tell me what’s wrong.

tell me how to make it better.

why don’t you care?

get the hell away from me.

please don’t do this.

i can’t believe that you lied to me.

just…stay for the night.

you obviously can’t be trusted to take care of yourself, so let me do it for you.

you can’t die. i won’t let you.

just hang on, okay?

hold my hand if you need to.

i’m sorry.

why do you have a gun?

don’t panic.

just breathe.

you’re bleeding.

i’m trying to stop the bleeding.

you’ve been crying, i can tell.

you should have told me sooner.

i wanted to tell you in person.

a phone call would’ve been nice.

i hate you.

i love you.

[seriousblack]

Where is the treasure inside your chest? Where is your pleasure? Where is your youth?

Where is the man with his hat in his hands, Who stands in the garden with nothing to lose?