#bl1ghtd

[smxkeyjxe]

I am still laughing at this

@bl1ghtd save me

[tooxldtorememxer]

@bl1ghtd wrote: "Nothing feels real." / iii for ii !

"Trust me, it is all real. But you're alright now," he brushed some of his hair out of his face with a gentle touch and a gentle smile. Having him resurface back into the actual reality, cutting off all the strings and giving him back to himself, could feel a bit strange. He has to get used to this new, beautiful version of himself. Not for ii, of course, he's had his fun with him, proved a point, and now iii had to prove himself once more. "We're here, we'll guide you. Sleep, will guide you," he reassures him. Out of the three numerals, ii had always been the closest in worship alongside Vessel, always seemingly putting most of his faith in their Deity.

"Here, does this feel real?" he asked him as he grasped one of his hands, gave it a gentle squeeze and kissed his knuckles. "Or this?" He placed iii's hand over his own beating heart. "I'm real, I promise you," he said, his thumb softly stroking over his knuckles as he kept his hand there, letting him take it all in. To feel properly, once more.

[putrefacerem]

@bl1ghtd  asked  for  kiel  to  share  his  umbrella  with  opus  on  a  rainy  day.

𝖍𝖎𝖘  𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖎𝖓𝖌  preceded  by  a  flock  of  birds—  flutter  of  white  dove  wings  stark  against  a  slowly  darkening  sky.  opus'  thumb  idly  traces  the  etched  designs  on  his  lighter,  a  strong  gale  whipping  heavy  wefts  of  midnight  hair.  rain  follows  ,  fat  droplets  weeping  in  an  almost  shy  downpour  that  promises  to  become  a  full-blown  lamentation  yet.

steps  alert  opus  to  kiel's  presence  ,  silence  stretching  between  them  for  transient  moments  even  as  an  umbrella  is  held  above  both  their  heads.  it  is  charming  ,  somehow.  fishing  a  perfumed  cigarillo  from  a  tarnished  case  at  last  ,  opus  lights  it—  a  flash  of  orange  warming  glamoured  features.  with  an  indulgent  puff  ,  the  heavy  scent  of  tobacco  and  vanilla  hangs  between  them  ,  smoke  lingering  in  heavy  ,  wet  air.  ❛  much  obliged.  ❜  velvet  voice  a  flat  ,  but  not  impolite  ,  drawl  between  them.

❛  do  you  ever  wonder  about  the  nature  of  reality  as  it  is  now?  ❜  he  asks  eventually  ,  head  turning  just  so  to  acknowledge  the  other  ghoul.  ❛  i  am  always  acutely  aware  of  the  fundamental  fact  that  i  am  missing  something—  something  that  i  must  have  known  for  the  longest  time.  i  think  about  it  when  i  cradle  the  bones  of  the  deceased  ,  when  i  feel  their  lingering  presence.  as  though  i  was  meant  to  do  something  ,  but  cannot.  ❜  leaning  his  hip  against  the  carved  sandstone  railing  ,  opus  faces  kiel  properly.  ❛  and  i  think  about  you  and  i  ,  and  how  we  are  so  different  and  yet  still  destined  for  inferno.  ❜

the  birds  have  long  since  fled  ,  seeking  shelter  amongst  pine  trees.  ❛  ah  ,  but  i  wager  it  is  no  matter.  to  lament  and  wonder  so  deeply  about  the  nature  of  things  as  they  are.  ❜

[gettnup]

"People love a grand reveal." / from jinx !

just let this connection die. they'd both come from joyless slavery in a weeping fissure, their innocence truncated by bitter upheavals. the barren-hearted bluebird and the weathered, white-faced owl—what had once been a foundation built around blood and love was now a graveyard, filled with bones and ashes of their dearly departed and old dreams. every time he closed his eyes, the souls entombed there haunted him with harrowing intensity.

no one wins in a war. he didn't know how many times he'd heard that. the sulfurous taste in his mouth and the battles against the smog of inhumanity yielded him to a pressure he couldn't make sense of. yet rebellion trembled in his earthy-brown eyes as he watched the pale-fleshed maverick, his gaze curious yet vigilant, like sentinels through the mask. the trusted misleader and the growing idol of the lost—how ironic, considering what he'd dedicated himself to fighting against.

somewhere above, a higher power had written a morbid, invisible script, chaining the two of them as prisoners to tormented shells of characters on a grand stage.

his skin crawled as though spiderlings skittered across it. there were feelings here. some things... just never left him. how long could his heart contain this noxious ochrous red poison, this terribly marred and divided love, without an elixir available to make him feel whole again? he hadn't felt right ever since their near-fatal fight.

he parted his lips to speak, but the words felt like boulders lodged in his throat, struggling to pass over the tongue. was it ancient boyhood nervousness clawing its way back, or just deathly caution? even being seen talking to her was like inviting all of piltover's instruments of destruction to come for him. the proof of that lay right there on the alley wall beside them—the poster of the most wanted girl on the face of the planet. what the hell has she done?

❝ i guess we both shouldn't have counted each other out, ❞ he remarked, referring to their last dispute—the battle of the bridge that probably left her presuming him dead. his dark, owlish gaze fixated on her as he pointed to the poster on the wall. ❝ you know some people are calling you 'orphan-maker'? you proud of that? ❞ his tone was strong, surprisingly with more hurt slipping through than his mask could disguise.

@bl1ghtd | arcane s02e04.

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I'd have to say @bl1ghtd because their carrd? Chef's kiss. They are so talented when it comes to photoshop and I love all the graphics they send me over discord, esp of their boi Vahn

💻 ― excellent writing

All of ya'll, like literally I can't just choose one because all of my mutuals are amazing writers mwah.

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@anthologicals makes me bust a gut one way or another with the laughing fits she gets me into LOL especially when we talk about Mary and Stevie

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WHAT DID I JUST SAY IN EXCELLENT WRITING? I ain't repeatin' myself nerp

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@vallorouslly all of her muses, esp Logan and Wyn, are amazing. I love them so much, and they're so well thought out.

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Anyone you see me writing with? Yep, 10/10 would recommend.

[sacredeeer]

when  the  badlands  were  replaced        with  the  exhaust  fumes  and  heavy  set  humid  air  of  the  city  ,  his  patience  grew  .  once  nomad  ,  then  turned  shiv  ,  now  merc  .  tempers  went  from  medium  ,  short  ,  to  long  in  fuse  length  .  the  afterlife  was  a  far  more  calmer  spot  than  any  camp  in  the  californian  desert  .

but  still  he  remained  solo  till  it  came  to  the  tech  .

                                      𝒂𝒔 𝒔𝒂𝒊𝒅 𝒃𝒚 𝒋𝒐𝒉𝒏 𝒎𝒂𝒓𝒔𝒕𝒐𝒏                  @bl1ghtd :     " it is every man for themselves " / from visedal !

"  i'll  drink  to  that  .  "        he  raised  the  shot  glass  of  whiskey  ,  elbows  on  bar  ,  he  downed  it  in  one  ,  then  it  refilled  almost  automatically  by  claire  .

"  i  need  a  team  again  ,  to  be  apart  of  something  ,  to  live  and  die  for  .  apart  from  whiskey  .  "        another  shot  taken  ,  another  refilled  .

[tooxldtorememxer]

@bl1ghtd wote: ❛ was it you? did you do all this? ❜ / iii for ii?

"You sound so surprised, love. Does it really seem so impossible for me to do this on my own?" he grins up at him, arms casually crossed over his chest, before he looks back at the festive masterpiece the living room had turned into for the holidays. Here and there, little trinkets or symbols dedicated to sleep could be found, but the main part of it was Christmas-themed, with decorations from floor to ceiling shifting between greens, silver and blues. The tree was something extra, too, and there was not one part of it that wasn't decorated, leaving it almost impossible to see the tree itself.

Yes, he was very pleased with it and every reaction he's gotten throughout the afternoon had been encouraging and ego-boosting.

[tooxldtorememxer]

@bl1ghtd wrote: ❛ you’re not a very convincing liar. ❜ / alpha for river ?

"I've no idea what you mean," for no specific reason whatsoever, absolutely not for safety reasons, he's stood on a rock in the river. He's pointedly ignoring the new swan pair gliding around the lake that had not been there the day before. "They've been here the entire time; you've just not been paying attention. Maybe you're getting old, old friend," The words are spoken with a sharp grin, cautiously still watching the fire ghoul and being ready to jump into the water and disappear at any sign of trouble.