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[screwthejob]

❛❛ I took your hoodie and I’m not giving it back. ❜❜ [your ex]

soft caring sentence compilation:

“Which hoodie are we talking about?! Better not be my Batman one.”

[thedarklightphoenix]

Dying

@hitandrunduorp

Cazza’s sight blurs as she held her hands to Matt’s chest. The soft glow of her magic pulsing as she tried to keep him alive. “No, no, no! Come on! You can’t leave me! I thought you were stronger than this!” She sobbed in dispair and anger. “I don’t want to lose you too!” She breaks down into sobs.

“I don’t want to lose you too...”

[mollymockiing]

Cadcly/Mollymockiing - things you said when you thought i was asleep

meme.

send me a pairing and I’ll minific it

things you said when you thought i was asleep

*✶｡  @cadcly  .ﾟ☆ﾟ.  not accepting ! *✶｡

His footfalls are heavy as he climbs the stairs to the room he shares with Caduceus. Heavier, the closer he draws to the landing, where he knows the inevitability of his misery will descend upon him like a tide. Because now it’s real. With the door in sight, with the knowledge of what lies behind it.

He enters the room, expecting—hoping— to find Caduceus asleep in bed. But the firbolg sits with his legs crossed upon the bed, awash in candlelight that glows with an ethereal limerence behind him, framing him in a corona of light that only exacerbates the fleeting thought that Molly’s come upon a buddha sitting siddhasana. An ascetic in monastic repose. 

Which only makes his errant desire for him feel so much more like sacrilege.

Caduceus brightens at the sight of him, eyes wide with an innocent warmth Molly would do anything to preserve and anything to break, and Molly smiles weakly through a fractured joy. He’s beautiful, he’s stunning, both the most welcome sight and his most feared one, and Molly feels the quotidian weight of his mounting heartbreak grow: every day, another spidering crack forms, splintering his heart that feels so frail, so newly and uniquely brittle, that he wonders if it’s turned to glass.

His maudlin smile is ineludible. Caduceus’s expression dims a little, and there’s recognition in his eyes that Molly catches, before the firbolg extends a hand like a grace, and Molly concedes to the invitation. His hand slips into Cad’s, grasping it tight, and falls into the pull of it, following where it leads. He falls behind him onto the bed, folding himself carefully into every bend and curve and curl of Caduceus’ body as he can. He’s sure Cad can hear the roiling of his insides that has his heart hammering something wild and timpanic at his back. Gods, what beautiful profanity is this, that he is allowed to embrace a saint to his chest, to feel the iniquitous measure of his sinner’s heart?

But Caduceus only pulls his arms around his waist, presses his hand to his belly as though it belonged there, and all Molly’s rueful reticence that sits like a stone upon his heart, dissolves. He melts into that embrace, cheek pressed to the curve of his shoulder, as he waits for Cad’s breathing to even and shallow.

He’s asleep, at last, but Molly waits for the quiet composure of his own heart, before he destroys that peace with a truth that begs to be bared upon his lips. “I love you, you know,” Molly whispers into the nape of Cad’s neck, where the scent of his hair smells most like petrichor and honey. “I tell you all the time you’re an angel, and I don’t know if you know how deeply I mean that word. You make me want for the divine.”

His fingers part to nudge the hand that rests upon it, until he can lace them together to a certain satisfaction. “A wise man once told me … that the cause of suffering is desire,” he continues, mumbling against his shoulder. “But I have never felt so purposed or so fulfilled than since I’ve met you. You’re the earth that tethers the moon. And I’d circle in your periphery, happily, for the rest of my life. Because falling in love with you is easily the wisest and simplest decision I’ve ever made—no. Decisions requite volition, and I’m pretty sure there was none of that. All you had to do was smile at me and I was smitten, touch my hand and I was in ardor of you. But then you looked at me with this …. curiosity. This honesty in your eyes that made me feel bare. You looked at me as though you were trying to discern me. And there were times I was sure you had figured me all out. And nothing, nothing had changed. And I knew nothing would. How different I am from you, and how strange I must seem to everything you know, and nothing I was could turn your heart away from me. So how was I not supposed to love the only person who’s ever gleaned the truth of me and wanted my friendship still?”

The confession feels inconsequential when he says it. Nothing changes. The air still hangs stale but for the scent of flowers in Cad’s candy-floss hair, the sweetness of his skin. Molly presses his mouth to the slope of his spine and repeats his declaration, muffled against it. “I love you. I love you. I have always been selfish, but I cannot allow myself to be. Not with you. I’d live my life like a cenobite if you’d allow me to stay by your side. So let me stay … ” 

[doighfuar-blog]

@armorscale ✉︎

       Kieran mis-matched eyes the other faerie with a flat dangerous gleam, his hair a deep blue at the roots, the colours spiraling out as thy reach the tips, as if his hair itself was the roaring ocean during a storm. ❝ Even your half-truths taste bittersweet upon my lips, Half-Faerie. ❞ The half-faerie comment wasn’t stated as an insult, more as a reveal of knowledge, sometimes bits of truth were better left close but Kieran wanted them both to have an understanding of sorts.

       How Kieran wished he could be careless, for so long there had been only the hunt & love, no semblance of duty to be had. That had gotten him in far too much trouble, but still it would be heaven to leap at his elder, sword drawn. ❝ Are we going to dance around the obvious topic? Very well. Tell me, Queen’s favoured knight, do you miss England? I myself would have to wonder if you left anything of note behind. ❞

[offortress-blog]

@sonhosdelavanda [shimmies]

My muse(s): Gabriel Müller

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protecter - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

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[adanishdelight-archived]

🖌 shippy or not. It can be whatever you want!

Two heads are better than one / Not accepting

[You can’t see it but Port isn’t touching the ground :))]

[screwthejob]

🕯 - Lilith, madamsofcaos

💘  Valentine’s Day Prompts!   💘Was this to much? Was it a little weird that he’d done for a woman he’d known only a short amount of time. Yes, it was to much but it was to late ---- Dean heard the door creak open and the woman announce that she was back.  He’d set up a nice spread that included the candles that never got used expect on special occasions and by the look of them they’d never been used. Nerves began to set in but he replies back to the woman as he lights the candles on the table with a match. “Hope your hungry.” the man adds as he now moves to pull the chair that she’d be sitting at out for her to take her place. 

[mollymockiing]

Cadcly beetch

meme.

let me love u assholes

*✶｡  @cadcly​   .ﾟ☆ﾟ.  literally always accepting ! *✶｡

MY OPINION ON;

CHARACTER IN GENERAL: I was not prepared for how thoroughly Caduceus Clay would Kool Aid Man his way into my cold, dead, desiccated heart, but he did. Not easily, either. I was fucking devastated by Molly’s death, and I wasn’t sad about losing him, I was defiant. Like, I deadass refused to accept that shit, and it almost felt like a challenge to even accept Tal’s new character. But this asshole rabbit punched me in the emotions (right in the cockles of my heart, and even in the sub-cockle area), and I was fucking smitten. 

HOW THEY PLAY THEM: JESUS TAPDANCING CHRIST, LET ME HAVE A FUCKING MOMENT. I’ve not been writing for very long, but I’ve written a fuck ton, on a fuck ton of muses, and in a fuck ton of fandoms. I do not think I have ever been that shitpost about “my muse sees your muse and goes I WANT THAT ONE.” But that was exactly what happened with you?? I’m going to be honest, I don’t get intimidated easily. It just doesn’t cross my mind to be. If I want to write with someone, I’ll hit them up, it isn’t fucking prom. But holy shit, did it feel like that when I stumbled into your IMs apologizing for being a slow loras piece of marsupial shit. I remember telling you how excited I was that you liked my starter call then apologized profusely for how long it would take me to get shit to you, and you were so ganbatte :fist emoji: and so sweet to my dumbass from jumpstreet that I ended up getting so hype to write with u I slammed something out that night. And there was Molly, fucking already fucking sprung like a real scrub over Caduceus, telling him he smells like the light of the stars or some shit. And then it was all downhill from there. 

But for how much my muse adored yours immediately, you always played Cad so sweetly with Molly, and that destroyed me. The way you write Caduceus is nothing less than phenomenal (I’ll get to more on why that is later, this is an all day event, fucker). I always thought Caduceus was an unusual complement to Molly, with both of them exhibiting very different personality traits, but sharing a very important core of morals. But that was never a dynamic that I ever wanted to try to push on you or expect from you. It just sort of bloomed in this beautifully organic symbiosis between them, and that’s so fucking dope I honestly can’t get over it. I love when muses get together based on pure fucking chemistry, and these assholes did it. AND THEY DIDNT EVEN SHIP AT FIRST. THEY WERE JUST … the most wholesome fucking bromance, holding hands under the table and twining tails to keep track of each other in the dark like wot in tarnation in this. And then they got nasti. 

I’m highly particular about portrayals. I respect everyone’s writing, but I won’t lie, there are some people whose shit just resonates with me and those are the ones I crave to write with. The level of detail, the exploration, the logic of their backstory and how that comes to inform who they are, and the ability of that writer to manifest the nuances of that shit in their writing …. I analyze the shit out of people’s writing. And yours blows me away with an invariable systematicity, from your lengthy, beautifully composed headcanons to the way you craft his reactions to Molly and Fjord in little situations. You allow him this vulnerability that destroys me, and this crystalline innocence, and you strike this really extraordinary balance of that low INT/high WIS that I adore? It’s one of my favorite personality tropes, and it’s not always a simple one to portray, but you crush it. Every time. 

There’s a rare depth of his emotional makeup that you write. And the way you introduce that emotion, that journey to how Caduceus arrives at that sensation or sentiment always keeps me rapt. Like, even the way you color the way he blushes and why is always a new punch in the gut. And this asshole blushes a lot. You have a way of writing that brings a real profundity to even mundane things, and that’s a magic that not a lot of people posses.

AND IT DOESNT FUCKING HELP THAT YOU WRITE SO MAGNIFICENTLY THAT IT MAKES ME WANT TO SUPLEX MY OWN ASS BECAUSE I PHYSICALLY CANNOT DEAL WITH THE AESTHETIC ARREST OF YOUR WRITING. LIKE. I love challenges. I love people who challenge me to fucking up my shit, and you inspire me to write, and to want to fucking get better. Like I stare and study at the shit you write and I’m like how did this dick pull this out his ass like that. GET GOOD, MINT YOU LITERARY TROGLODYTE, YOU HEAVING, HUMPING HUNK OF SHIT, YOU GOTTA UP YOUR GAME FOR MOLLY’S BOYFRIEND.

And I fucking love the way you write him, wow, the end.

THE MUN: Sometimes I think of you and go, ‘this asshole has no right.’ But like, in a good way. Like I’d Beau punch you in the arm to display my confused frustration at how incredible you are? Like, I can talk about how incredibly talented you are (your art and your cosplay get me right in the kokoro), but also I really admire the fuck out of you as a person. When you told me you were an old man, believe me I’ve heard that one before. You’re an old soul. In the most brilliant way possible.

Part of the reason that I love RP so much is that for me it’s an exercise in understanding the human condition. I’ve studied and worked as a social scientist, and I am greatly attuned to learning about people and their characters based on the way they write. I’m sure you’ve heard that fucking classic adage “write what you know” but in all actually most people can only write what they know. Because it’s within the scope of our understanding. Muses always echo in some way an aspect of their mun. And it always spoke well to me of the integrity and the reason Cad always displayed. Turns out that’s the shit that really resonated with you. Turns out that’s shit i really admire about you and Cad both.

Emotional insight like that isn’t something a person just knows. It takes a lot of reflection and consideration and contemplation and meditation and observation and imagination to understand that shit, much less bring it to light in the context of fleshing out a character in a way that augments and enhances them. And in a way that makes sense. That’s really the core of what I love about your writing and interpretation. You write integrity with the insight of someone who is determined to embody it. And that’s admirable. And the level of intricate creativity you always bring is endlessly fascinating. 

You’re a good fucking person. You’re an extraordinarily uncommon sort of person. And I count it as a fucking windfall that I get to fraternize with your ass and your heart-destroying firbolg.

DO I;

FOLLOW THEM: bro yesRP WITH THEM: CRIES BRO YESWANT TO RP WITH THEM: dude, I would write with you on any of your muses ever, with any of my muses. Honestly, I’d follow your ass on any muse you write even if we don’t write, just to watch you fucking craft them. That’s how much I admire and respect your ass.SHIP THEIR CHARACTER WITH MINE: It’s the Titanic of my emotional loins

WHAT IS MY;

OVERALL OPINION: Literally, if you’re not crying about Seb or Seb’s Cad, have you really fucking lived today? 

**note: mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty.