#dxmnedderelict

[kipgrcdy-a]

~ @dxmnedderelict || semi plotted for Mitch ~

Kip's eyes flutter open, hand coming up to rub at his face as he wakes up. That familiar ache of sex is the first thing he notices, eyes blinking as they adjust to the sunlight coming through the window. Memories of the night before come flooding back, a soft groan leaving his lips. He remembers sitting alone at home. Loneliness inevitably leads to him texting Mitch which - Kip looks over at the man lying there. Yeah. Fuck.

He buries his face in the pillow, a huff of breath leaving him. It's not that he hadn't enjoyed it - He did. He always did. That's the problem. It's a dangerous line to be walking. Kip's always been bad at separating sex from feelings. And if he's not careful, he'll end up in a tricky situation. He sits up, looking around for his underwear. He can feel Mitch stirring beside him. "Sorry - I'm leaving, don't worry. I just need to -" Kip leans over the side of the bed, picking up his shirt. All the buttons have been ripped off. "I'm going to need to borrow a t-shirt or something."

[slashcrz]

Your plotting is perfection. Your character development is unmatched. Writing skills is god tier. You’re one of the few that I love to read anything you’ve written. I love whatever worms you’ve got in your brain whispering stories in your ears <33333 please share them with me. In short: ILYYYYYY

stopppp this as made my year tbh this was so sweet, thank you so much <3 <3 <3 but also right back at you because you're the only one to match my freak and i get so excited for everything we do! welcome back to the dash xoxoxoxo

[slashcrz]

✦ - if you can even remember my ghost ass hehehe xx i luh you

my luuuuuuv, i'll never forget you!!! you're the only one to truly match my freak!!! i like how you push the limits with writing, you're not afraid to go to scary places to create the narrative, and you're always down to go demonically dark with me. your muses are very intricately thought-out, you can tell you care about what you write when you're here. you're my fave. i'm so glad you're back xoxo

[loudbarks]

CONTINUED for @dxmnedderelict

a laugh escaped her before she could stop it, bright and knowing as she closed the remaining distance between them. “that is a DEEPLY flawed system,” frankie informed them, all mock seriousness despite the grin tugging at her mouth. “sounds rigged against me, honestly.” the challenge in their expression lasted about half a second before the redhead leaned in and sank their teeth lightly into the side of their neck anyway, EXACTLY where they knew it'd get the biggest reaction. when she pulled back, she pressed a quick swipe of her tongue over the spot she'd left behind, smug satisfaction settling warm in her chest. “there,” they murmured, hazel eyes flickering up to theirs. “ONE. only twelve thousand four hundred and eighty-three to go. good thing i'm committed to the bit.”

[loudbarks]

CLOSED for @dxmnedderelict

the club breathed around her in flashes of neon and rolling bass, the air thick with perfume, sweat, and spilled liquor. frankie sat at the bar with their elbow propped against the polished wood, lazily tracing the rim of their glass while they watched the crowd drift past in a BLUR of faces. most of them blended together after a while. they ALWAYS did. loud, eager, and predictable. her attention wandered until it caught on someone across the room, and suddenly the noise seemed to dull around the edges. there was nothing they could immediately name about the other, which only made it worse. better. a familiar curiosity unfurled low in her stomach. DANGEROUS thing, curiosity. it was what got sailors killed. the corner of their mouth twitched upward as their gaze lingered. before she could stop herself, a soft melody slipped from her lips, absent-minded and HAUNTING, the ancient song woven so deeply into her bones that she sometimes hummed it without realizing. the sound curled between the music and chatter, subtle but present. frankie took another sip from their drink, never looking away. maybe they'd notice. maybe they wouldn't. either way, she found she suddenly cared far MORE than she should have.

[rinksaint]

~ @dxmnedderelict || cont'd from x ~

Fabian clinks his glass against Mitch's before taking another drink. He watches him for a moment. He doesn't know what to make of the whole situation. It's an unusual arrangement. Not that he's complaining. Although, his friend Vanessa thinks he's absolutely fucking insane and should stop falling in with emotionally detached men.

Fabian, personally, can't see the harm in it.

"Wait - Really?" All attempts at being suave disappear at the mention of the Philharmonic. Music is everything to him, and his training is grounded in classical. He tries to incorporate it into his own shows with a modern twist. So the idea of getting to see the best orchestra in the world playing? It's making him feel giddy. "I want to go." He says quickly, nodding. He's already thinking about what to wear. He'll have to go shopping.

"I used to play in the Toronto Symphony Orchestra." Fabian takes another drink. "I loved the music, but the atmosphere wasn't really my scene. I felt like I didn't really fit in."

"You couldn't have picked a more perfect thing for us to do."

[egodevths]

closed starter for @dxmnedderelict

“hypothetically, athy, how many times do i gotta bite you before you quit acting SURPRISED about it?”

[egodevths]

closed starter for @dxmnedderelict

“then come out on tour with me for a week, fade — maybe once you ACTUALLY see what my days look like, you’ll stop acting like i’m choosing this over you.”