cinder and smoke

@sumquoderisx

sum quod eris ｉａｍｗｈａｔｙｏｕｗｉｌｌｂｅｃｏｍｅ ɢɪᴠᴇ ᴍᴇ ʏᴏᴜʀ ʜᴀɴᴅ you'll ask me to ᴘʀᴀʏ for rain with ᴀsʜ in your mouth you'll ask it to ʙᴜʀɴ again { indie roleplay blog. rudy cooper from dexter. this is not a spoiler free blog. tracking #sumquoderisx. multi-verse, multi-ship, etc. }

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MASS TEXT FROM 'RUDY COOPER' @ ... 'ALL CONTACTS.'

[ txt ] : A co-worker of mine is throwing a little party tonight. It's BYOB and everyone's watching the olympics. You in?

#open rp #indie rp #&open #//shh gimme dumb texting idk #//still sorting out this muse but heyyy look at my hella sweet about pages

the-final-sentence

And love is just our own kind voice that we whisper into our own blood.

Zachary Schomburg, from “The Animal Spell” (via the-final-sentence)

#&words

larmoyante

There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues made of ash.

Zachary Schomburg, excerpt from “The Fire Cycle” (via larmoyante)

#&words

bxneathcontempt-deactivated2014

—- I forgot it was my birthday.

[ Really, he had to keep better track of the date. Regardless, Dexter takes a second to pull out his phone and confirm that it was infact his birthday. ]

I’m working late tonight, covering for Masuka. How did you know it was my birthday anyway, Rudy?

sumquoderisx

( chuckles. How endearing. Too caught up in work to realize his own birthday. ) Oh, you know Deb. She started talking about it-- wants to throw you something.

#stilldarklydreaming

dialecstatic

There are trees and they are on fire. There are hummingbirds and they are on fire. There are graves and they are on fire and the things coming out of the graves are on fire. The house you grew up in is on fire. There is a gigantic trebuchet on fire on the edge of a crater and the crater is on fire. There is a complex system of tunnels deep underneath the surface with only one entrance and one exit and the entire system is filled with fire. There is a wooden cage we’re trapped in, too large to see, and it is on fire. There are jaguars on fire. Wolves. Spiders. Wolf-spiders on fire. If there were people. If our fathers were alive. If we had a daughter. Fire to the edges. Fire in the river beds. Fire between the mattresses of the bed you were born in. Fire in your mother’s belly. There is a little boy wearing a fire shirt holding a baby lamb. There is a little girl in a fire skirt asking if she can ride the baby lamb like a horse. There is you on top of me with thighs of fire while a hot red fog hovers in your hair. There is me on top of you wearing a fire shirt and then pulling the fire shirt over my head and tossing it like a fireball through the fog at a new kind of dinosaur. There are meteorites disintegrating in the atmosphere just a few thousand feet above us and tiny fireballs are falling down around us, pooling around us, forming a kind of fire lake which then forms a kind of fire cloud. There is this feeling I get when I am with you. There is our future house burning like a star on the hill. There is our dark flickering shadow. There is my hand on fire in your hand on fire, my body on fire above your body on fire, our tongues made of ash. We are rocks on a distant and uninhabitable planet. We have our whole life ahead of us.

the fire cycle by zachary schomburg, obviously (via dialecstatic)

#&poetry

What are you doing for your birthday, anyway, Dex? There's gotta be something exciting, right? ( There have been too many birthdays he has missed spending with his baby brother, and he plans on being involved with this one. He needs it. Ah, if only he had been more involved so he could plan a proper birthday, one truly deserving of Dexter. Perhaps later. )

#&v; oo1 #&closed #stilldarklydreaming

sumquoderisx

…Sometimes I still like playing with dolls. Is that weird? Haha.

( Of course, the manner in which Brian says this makes it evident that he is joking. There’s a charming, playful smile on his face. A grown man, playing with dolls? No, no, no. That’s not the case at all. He’s not that strange. )

It’s far easier to learn with anatomical dolls.

( He explains. There. That makes more sense, doesn’t it? Now don’t you feel more comfortable around him? )

#//reblogging because I like this open

worthykill

❝Well isn’t work suppose to be exhausting?❞

sumquoderisx

Funnily enough, I tend to enjoy it. I do hate saying things like this, but the people today were... ( grimace ) horrible.

Today was an exhausting day at work.

#open rp #indie rp #&open #//here's a small dumb starter

beniignus

you can break my soul, take my life away, beat me, hurt me, kill me. but for the love of god don’t touch him.

#&words

...Sometimes I still like playing with dolls. Is that weird? Haha.

( Of course, the manner in which Brian says this makes it evident that he is joking. There's a charming, playful smile on his face. A grown man, playing with dolls? No, no, no. That's not the case at all. He's not that strange. )

It's far easier to learn with anatomical dolls.

( He explains. There. That makes more sense, doesn't it? Now don't you feel more comfortable around him? )

#open rp #indie rp #dexter rp #open #&open