at a cost.

mihael writes stephen strange.

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excuse m e i didnt come here to cry

too bad

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divinevile‌:

@sutosen​  asked:

❛ i’m always tired but never of you . ❜ risotto to doppio

TO THOSE WE LOVE PROMPTS    /    accepting.

a rush of heat that turns pale cheeks pink   /   perfect match to the rose strands of hair covering part of his face almost strategically    —     bright eyes avoiding direct contact with red ones for a moment, a soft hum followed by the clearing of his throat : doppio isn’t exactly used to this kind of thing     (   the life he leads has always been a bit of a dangerous one, full of blood shed  &  gun shots, broken noses and bones, the eventual death threat   —   not the best kind of environment for any sort of softness to grow, gentleness reserved for special occasions, romance a distant wish hardly ever achieved   ).     sure, he’s had partners in the past, but none too serious, none the kind that would’ve said something like that to him    …    not for a long time, either way. many partners here and there, yes    —    few lovers, though     /      no wonder it caught him by surprise.

❛  didn’t realize you were such a  …  ❜      a myriad of words come to mind, every single one more insulting than the last     —     the urge to make a sweet moment sour just to save his own pride rather big, yet not compelling enough to make it happen at last  :  a soft sigh, right hand shooting up to rub the back of his neck,      ❛  charmer.  ❜       that works. more or less.       ❛  i suppose having the assassination squad leader tire of me wouldn’t be very good.  ❜      that’s not what he means, doppio. yeah, yeah. he knows. he’s not making this any easier.          ❛  i like being around you too.  ❜       better, much better.       ❛  now kiss me before i change my mind.  ❜

he’s hang in suspense as doppio’s words trail off. the adorable pink of his cheeks felt like a reward, though with the clear embarassment later shown, risotto’s worry shot up. it didn’t make sense, he knew that; he hadn’t had this close of a romantic relationship before - he hadn’t allowed anyone to breathe so close near the self of risotto nero that wasn’t strictly tied to his job, that talked about nothing but his missions - but even those encounters that came anywhere close, even if that would be miles away from this, couldn’t be compared to what this made him feel. to what doppio made him feel. so maybe, that make him grow a little more susceptible; it was clear the power the other held over him with the way the stiffness that had taken a hold of him (only a keen eye would catch it, he had grown to master disguising anything that could be interpreted as weakness) slowly seeped away. charmer.  “not like that would mean anything, boss’ right hand.” 

the next confessions did catch him a little bit off guard, eyes widening slightly as if shocked that the feeling was mutual, that the other could return the vulnerability he so rarely showed. his own cheeks heat up, the smile inevitable on his lips as he obliges. he cups doppio’s chin and caresses his jaw with his thumb, lifting it as he leans down to kiss him before he changes his mind.

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@unzipswig sent: Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Risotto hums as in agreement, though the words that come so easily off his tongue contradict any discomfort he could’ve voiced to the other. “I have grown used to it.” He found himself growing less and less aware of other people, be it acquaintances or authorities, and their regard for him. He knew a lot of people struggled with that, living freely, specially the younger ones, but he couldn’t find anywhere in him an answer that didn’t mention how you stop caring once you saw how feeble life is as it withers under your hands. Of course, none of that included those special occassions when being kept on such close watch to be wrongfully interpreted as mistrust arised, and the corners of his mouth twitched downward in a frown of rage upon feeling helpless, trapped. He crosses his arms, bells tinkling at the slightest movement of his head. “I’d rather be closely observed than forgotten.”

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@doctrinate said: ❛  stay  .  i  need  you  more  than  you  think  .  ❜

it is soft and gentle; the feeling growing within him, bursting out like fireworks where the long lit match had finally been consumed by the fire, blooming beautifully like a flower under the sun. it left him speechless, breathless, as a weight he had gotten used to carry on his shoulders flew away along with the cloak of levitation. a smile spread on his lips, and there was no spell he had been taught, no incantation archived in the piles and piles of books in the sanctum sanctorum, and no enchantment he had learned in all these years that could hide the adoration in his eyes.

it felt so rewarding, so fulfilling, so wonderful that he doubted for a second the reality of it all; he had his fair shares of beautiful nightmares, not too different from this, specially tailored to give him the break he never got, to give him what he never got. so when he caresses the side of viktor’s face and looks-- get lost in his dark eyes,he is completely enthralled by how real it all is.

“i’m here, viktor.” he answered softly. a shaky hand reached for the other’s, his fingers sliding across viktor’s fingers before intertwining them. “i’m not going anywhere.” 

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RICHARD SIKEN / WAR OF THE FOXES Change pronouns as necessary and tweak sentences as appropriate!

I am faithful to you, darling.

When you bang on the wall you have to remember you’re on both sides of it but go ahead, yell at yourself.

Some people don’t understand anything.

He’s easy to desire since there’s not much to him.

No one wants to know what’s in his head.

To make something beautiful should be enough. It isn’t. It should be.

You’d break your heart to make it bigger.

Will you defend yourself? From me, I mean.

Let’s kill something.

I prefer to blame others, it’s easier.

All these ghosts come streaming down and I wish I had something else.

We all move forward anyway. Ripples in all directions.

What is a ghost? Something dead that seems to be alive. Something dead that doesn’t know it’s dead.

All thoughts finish themselves eventually.

Can we love nature for what it really is: predatory?

When you have nothing to say, set something on fire.

I wanted to explain myself to myself in an understandable way.

Something’s not right about what I’m doing but I’m still doing it.

The enormity of my desire disgusts me.

Look away but I’m still there.

Want something to chase you? Run.

Take only what you need.

Never finish a war without starting another.

I’ve seen your true face: the back of your head. If you were walking away, keep walking.

The fear: that nothing survives. The greater fear: that something does.

All these things and what to do with them. We carve up the world all the time.

I like dead things. They cannot hurt me.

We like things related to our survival: soup, arrows - they expand the range of the species.

My body is a graveyard.

People like to think war means something.

Let’s admit, without apology, what we do to each other. We know who our enemies are. We know.

There are many loves but only one war.

You will need to comfort him, or we will never be finished with this.

You cannot have an opponent if you keep saying yes.

Its roots in the ground and its branches in the air, a tree is pulled in two directions.

The boy is a bird, bad bird. He falls out of trees.

You cannot get in the way of anyone’s path to God. You can, but it does no good.

Some say God is where we put our sorrow.

In the wrong light anyone can look like a darkness.

What can you know about a person?

Difficult thing, to be scrutinized so long.

Even when I look away I am still looking.

Everyone secretly wants to collaborate with the enemy, to construct a truer version of the self.

How much can you change and get away with it, before you turn into someone else, before it’s some kind of murder?

Why build a room you can live in? Why build a shed for your fears?

There wasn’t much left but it felt like him, wild and scared.

The best part of spirituality is reverence. There are other parts. Some people like to hear the sound of their own voice.

If you don’t believe in God, then who are you talking to?

But truth doesn’t count in law, only proof.

Was I discovered or invented? Feels like I’ve always been here.

Measure yourself against the truth and not the other way around.

Perfect and completely dead.

People don’t learn anything unless they are afraid of being left behind.

Logic is boring because it works. Being unreasonable is exciting.

I am your arrival, there is no refusal, we are here, you see, together, we are already here.

This is also part of the story: how the story changes. This is something I forgot to tell you.

You might like it here. I think that you might like it here.

I tell you these things because I love you.

It’s nothing like I thought it would be and closer to what I meant.

Maybe we will wake up to the silence of shoes at the foot of the bed not going anywhere.

It reminds me of where I was going without you.

You know what it’s like to be alone: gimlets and vermicide. You know what it’s like to be alive, so forgiveness.

You asked me once, What are we made of? Well, these are the things we’re made of.

I turned my ears in all directions. I’ll live alone or in between.

Everyone needs a place. It shouldn’t be inside of someone else.

Your body told me in a dream it’s never been afraid of anything.

I live in big spaces, so I’m left alone in big spaces.

We made ourselves cold. We made ourselves snow. We smuggled ourselves into ourselves. Haunted by each other’s knowledge.

To hide somewhere is not surrender, it is trickery.

I try to guess your trajectory and end up telling my own story.

I surrender my desire to be healed.

Take it or leave it, and for the most part you take it.

Shame comes from vanity. Shame means you’re guilty, like the rest of us, but you think you’re better than we are. Maybe you are.

There is no new me, there is no old me, there’s just me, the same me, the whole time.

Don’t try to make a stronger wind, you’ll wear yourself out. Build a better sail.

You want to solve something? Get out of your own way.

What’s the difference between me and the world? Compartmentalisation.

I hope it’s love. I’m trying really hard to make it love.

I clawed my way into the light but the light is just as scary.

I’d rather quit. I’d rather be sad. It’s too much work.

I mean, maybe it’s better if my opponent wins.

What happens when I no longer want to meet you?

Nothing lasts forever: we know this.

Longing and suffering? Of course, of course. You want it to mean something.

You can disconnect it or you can try to glue it all together.

We could pull it apart, spend our whole lives pulling it apart and have no time left to do anything smart with the pieces.

The sooner you embrace it, the sooner it will leave you.

You are what you cover up.

Noise and more noise. Noise up to heaven.

One wonders why a story like this exists.

I want to give you more but not everything. You don’t need everything.

Someone has to leave first.

He was pointing at the moon but I was looking at his hand.

All this was prepared for me. All this was set in motion long ago.

I stayed as long as I could. Now look at the moon.

What does all this love amount to?

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#i like this dynamic suddenly...

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divinevile‌:

@sutosen   (  kenshin  ) 

        ❛  you don’t    …   hide it.  ❜     they don’t mean it in a bad way, despite how blunt  &  harsh the words might sound      (    not that lumeniel would realize, they rarely ever do without their faithful companion spes    ).     it’s a possibility they hadn’t considered : that one could go around showing something so odd to the human add without worrying for consequences. well, they’re not sure that’s exactly the case, but it might more or less apply      /      last human that saw their face, all of it, screamed in fear. lumen wonders if that happens to the other a lot too.       ❛   you are very brave ! ❜

“ . . . it’s just fangs.” kenshin shrugs, looking down as they shoved their hands deeper into their hoodie’s pockets. brave wasn’t the word they’d describe themselves, given that they did hide everything else they could hide. their bangs, the beanie where the rest of their hair was stuffed, their hands kept in their pockets. “i can say they’re fake. people like dressing up like monsters and such, you know?” they shrug again, followed up by a short, almost forced laugh. brave, right.

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❛  what  a  plot  twist  you  were  .  ❜ doppio to risotto :-)

❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

his eyes meet the other’s, a smile cracking through otherwise stone cold features. “i get that.” not a lot, for not many he allowed near him got that far into knowing him. some ended up dead; targets, and others didn’t care enough; gangsters. this wasn’t a place to grow long lasting, meaningful friendships with other members of the organization - even less with the rising tension of passione’s treatment of his squad. he kept people at an arm’s length, just like the boss kept him and his subordinates who, of course, were the exception to this treatment from him. though, that was as much as he was able to discern out of this; he had yet to see anything personal about him or what he did as an issue; he had polished himself to be an assassin, not much else mattered to think about outside of that… aside his struggle at the beginning about the way his heart ached when his eyes locked in with doppio’s, that is.

“did i subvert your expectations to the point of being uncomfortable?” he tilts his head, red irises focusing on a stray lock of hair on doppio’s forehead. he hesitated for a fraction of a second, less than before. his hand brushed it out of the other’s face. “you seem taken aback a lot when i do something you might see as… unexpected.”

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@divinevile walked into the room.

He slumps on the lounge’s couch, his head hanging back. His stares at the ceiling above him, fingers hovering the strings of his guitar, playing ghost accord before he decides on a note, and then another, and so on. He hums to himself the lyrics, his glance softening before eyelids fall fully close. The corner of his lips twitch, daring to turn into a smile.

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❥     𝐓𝐎  𝐓𝐇𝐎𝐒𝐄  𝐖𝐄  𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄  ,  𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒  𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌  𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐄𝐒𝐓  .

longing  /  endearing  one  -  liners  as  taken  from  the  website  pinterest  . customize  as  you  wish  !

❛  the  first  time  i  met  you  ,  i  had  no  damn  idea  i’d  love  you  this  much  .  ❜ ❛  i  wish  i  could  just  protect  you  from  everything  .  ❜ ❛  i  noticed  you  .  how  could  i  not  ?  ❜ ❛  i’ll  hold  your  hand  the  whole  way  through  ,  don’t  worry  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  you  .  so  much  .  you’re  all  i  fucking  think  about  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  made  of  comets  and  stars  .  do  not  let  anyone  treat  you  as  if  you  are  dirt  and  dust  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  how  i  can  just  look  at  you  and  be  happy  .  ❜ ❛  i  woke  up  and  the  first  thing  i  wanted  was  you  .  ❜ ❛  i  love  everything  you  hate  about  yourself  .  ❜ ❛  pinky  -  promise  me  you  won’t  leave  .  ❜ ❛  i’m  always  tired  but  never  of  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’re  it  ,  you’re  my  person  .  ❜ ❛  you  are  the  peace  i  crave  in  this  chaotic  world  .  ❜ ❛  now  i  wish  we  never  met  because  you’re  too  hard  to  forget  .  ❜ ❛  i’d  pick  your  thunder  ,  i’d  pick  your  rain  ;  over  anyone’s  sunshine  any  day  .  ❜ ❛  you  steady  me  and  stir  me  all  at  once  .  ❜ ❛  and  then  i  knew  that  i  could  become  homesick  for  you  too  .  ❜ ❛  i  just  want  to  spend  forever  getting  high  off  what  it  feels  like  to  be  around  you  .  ❜ ❛  you’ve  got  something  they  don’t  .  ❜ ❛  what  a  plot  twist  you  were  .  ❜ ❛  i  told  the  stars  about  you  .  ❜ ❛  stay  .  i  need  you  more  than  you  think  .  ❜ ❛  you  still  feel  like  home  .  ❜ ❛  come  over  here  and  make  my  clothes  smell  like  you  again  .  ❜ ❛  i  want  to  kiss  you  and  it  kills  me  .  ❜

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im gay

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