#( puppet. )

[err0r-t4ken]

“A block breaks on the top of dreams cell. A familiar head of blond curls and tangles pokes his head through the hole. He doesn’t dare go into the cell itself. He holds a basket with him and drops it down”

“Hi Dream!”

- @tommyinnit3

Dream stares up at the boy, a frown on his face.

"You broke into my house?"

He didn't actually like Tommy, and he didn't want to get in trouble for him. It wasn't like Sam was going to be merciful.

"What the fuck! Don't just drop shit in here!"

[godsqeed-archive]

continued from here ( @baudellare )

funny, isn’t it? at first glance, the two of them could not be any more different. her, the classy yet cautious ballerina. the girl full of ambitions, and the talent to reach the stars. him, who is always looking for a thrill; chasing after death. reckless and without any kind of direction in his life. had fate not brought them together all those years ago, he was sure they would have never connected. and yet here they are (and at what cost). 

but as different as they are, they are also alike. two lost souls with their heads in the clouds and their minds full of problems. had they never met, casper is certain that her life would have been a lot easier. a lot more boring too, perhaps, but definitely a lot easier. to him, “boring” had always been one of the dirtiest words in the universe. no matter what the cost, the demigod would never settle for boring. but alas, this was not his life they were speaking of, and perhaps he should have known better but to ask her in the first place. 

but in spite of it all, he smiles. too tired to throw in yet another snarky remark. too tired to fool around. a glimpse of pain in his eyes; gone as soon as it had come. he deserved all of this and so much worse. it isn’t self-pity, it is the truth. the scariest part, however, is that it barely even gets to him. a dangerous combination for someone like him; one who is reckless should at least have some kind of fear to stop him from pushing too far (but not casper, not anymore). 

their hands touch, and the smile fades. it’s ironic how the simple gesture only has him feeling far, far more distant from her than before. these are feelings that he is not familiar with (if they can still be called that: feelings). truth is, he is more numb than anything. there is no use in answering her question. it won’t do anything for him. for her. at most, she could feel victorious. this was, after all, a battle that casper had lost.

but really; he couldn’t care less. 

and so he answers honestly. 

‘i never have any regrets. regrets are nothing but a waste of time. so no, i do not regret letting myself get close to you.’ if anything, haneul had been a gift. she had always given him second chances, even though he never took them on. always been by his side, even when he went off running again. always let him back in, even when he could barely stand on his feet and reeked of alcohol. she had been wonderful, and he had not deserved her. the least he could do is tell her that. tell her, and go. because that is the only thing left to do: to run. 

‘take care, haneul-ah.’ and with those words, he disappears.

[godsqeed-archive]

continued from here ( @baudellare )

here’s the thing about casper wang: nobody really understands the twisted ways in which his mind works. how he needs someone to stay by his side, but how he disappears just as easily. how he can leave without a trace, and come back without shame. without as much as a single explanation, or even the slightest bit of remorse. 

in his life, people come and go. he is very similar. care not about the world that doesn’t care about you, it’s really just that simple. his whole existence had been destined the moment hermes decided he couldn’t control his urges any longer. the deity had been gone before casper had been born into this world, and thus set the bar of his trust very, very low. 

and so, casper too, comes and goes as he pleases.

of course, this does not always go without consequences. good for the demigod, he has grown blind to the bigger part of those. as long as one keeps running, they will never really have to face it all--and that’s all he’s ever done. all he’s ever known. how to keep running. nobody ever told him he might come to regret it all. that there would be a day where his heart would feel so heavy, running would not be an option anymore. who could possible run with a burden as massive as the one he was carrying? it’s been slowing him down bit by bit. gradually, his feet started to stop moving as easily as they had always done, until he finally came to a halt. this is how an era ends. the era of casper wang, the invincible. 

it’s pathetic. irreversible. exactly what he deserved; what he had coming all along.

and yet he finds himself desperately staring at his screen, his heart skipping a beat when it finally lights up. his lips slowly curve into a smile. it’s about as honest a smile as his heart’s feelings are, but the messages are by far more than he had expected. a cruel message is still better than none, he tells himself, because he knows better than to wail in pity. because he knows son haneul, and he wouldn’t have deemed it beyond her to delete his messages without a second thought. it’s what she should have done. now she, too, has to deal with the consequences.

( text ) how can there be a world without me in it?  ㅋ

his feeble attempts at fooling around are not what they used to be, and perhaps that’s for the better. for once, all he wants is to talk to her. to listen to her words, her voice (but let’s be real, she’d never agree to meet up with him, would she?)

( text ) and you didn’t answer the question. i wasn’t part of the question. have i been that significant in your world? is my presence really that important? 

but alas, subtlety has never been his forte. it had been funny once; now, it probably was anything but. 

he falls silent then, slender digits clenching the phone until the color is drained from them. minutes pass. minutes that seem to last for hours and in which he carefully (not) considers the words he writes down next. 

( text ) can i come over?

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

Use the letters of your muse’s first name to describe their personality. 

Tagged by: unobtrusiveandcumulative

Faithful

Loving

Earnest

Unnerved

Respectful

Emotional

Timid

Tolerant

Encouraging

Tagging: anyone who’d like to do this interesting little thing. <:

[transcendedhumanity-blog]

Dandelion, Queen Anne's Lace, Heliconia, Zinnia & Hibiscus ((IC and/or ooc. Your choice bb ^^

✿ send me a floral question ✿

Dandelion:Do you think you’re important?

“… Maybe.”

I like to think I might be.

Queen Anne’s Lace:Would you rather carve pumpkins or wrap presents?

“Wrap presents! That way I can give the presents!”

I agree with Fleurette. Besides, the former is messy.

Heliconia:Do you like when it rains?

“It is very peaceful. Yes.”

I do! And we have lots of it here.

Zinnia:Who was your best friend when you were six years old?

“… I… did not have one.”

Her name was Bethan. I wish I was still in contact with her, but time has changed us significantly.

Hibiscus:Did you ever play an instrument? If so what?

“The piano; and I still play it.”

I used to be a drummer; I can’t even begin to count the amount of parts still lying around in the garage.