#mesubutta

[groomgore-a]

'i have been leading you on and i'm sorry' for science x

      SUCH WORDS DIDN’T BELONG ON SUCH LIPS. it was like a centipede who’s wrapped itself around a sunflower residing beneath the sun’s spotlight; unfitting.hideous.        /        no, no, she didn’t say that, you’re imagining things again.this is a delusion. this isn’t real. yui wouldn’t say so—- SWEET, SOFT yui, an angel, not a succubus.

        BUT WHEN YOU FEEL THE MOIST, cold air hit the surface of your skin, it’s realization penetrating itself into your skin as well. a pipe injecting towards the meat of your heart; thrusting. unveiling veins that run with the blood of a lovelorn man. ceasing it from running. killing him.

        she’s lying. she definitely is.  or you’re just too stubborn to accept that she fucking isn’t.

    ❛    YUI, MY DARLING.   ❜      it’s war : how thoughts battle over who’s right and who’s wrong     (   SHE HATES YOU!  you obsessive, unstable monster!    /    SHE LOVES YOU. this is a lie. have a good laugh, won’t you, edward?)  between whether to hit her or forgive her.       /       you wish to believe the latter and your heart truly falls to that decision, but there’s this paranoia EATING you out alive and convincing you otherwise. there’s no reason to deny the anger, the thunderstorm that’s erupted within you, you need it out.

    KNIVES ARE SHARP AND SO ARE THE WORDS that leave the tip of your tongue.  keen, carefully worded, in a saccharine-fucked and honeyed tone,  ❛    I CAN UNDERSTAND a woman with a sense of humor, but this... is not a humorous joke, my love.   ❜     the sharp thing’s pressed against the skin of her cheek, drawing a long, crimson line on her pale canvas    (  a painter, you are, and this is how you’ll mark her as yours.   )    ❛    ...BUT NO WORRIES. i can understand, she slips up eventually  ...  you are, after all, a flower to blossom further ... with my assistance, that is. take this as a light warning, my beloved ... i’m sure you don’t want it to get worse.    ❜

[oriioll-blog]

@mesubutta​ ~ ♥

the breeze must have been painted with  heaven’s tears with it’s unmistakable  nostalgia; he’d never been here before  but it held no weight on his chest that his  choice was wrong. oriol’s eyes closed  in his memories of that painful sunlight,  and perhaps they ought to have not been:  “ shit ! i’m so sorry ! are you alright ? ”

mercury eyes were shrouded in concern for the one with which he had collided,  and remorse briefly turned silken spider webs around his heart to ashen dirt. 

“ you’re not hurt, are you ? ”

[rotpeace]

          —— has a mammoth of a stuffed teddy bear in his possession, roughly five feet tall in height and practically obscures the entirety of his figure with how rotund and fluffy it is . had he not been endowed with such an imposing height , he wonders if she would’ve missed him .

        ❛   the fact that you’re barely taller than it makes me want to shit myself laughing .   ❜

        ・ﾟ✧ @mesubutta

[raajasii]

@mesubutta   ||   - ♛ starter call -

『♛❞ ——   ❝THE CONCH says your new dress looks very cute on you and that you ought to wear this shade of blue more often.❞       And how  theatrically  it’s held close to ear as Soma solemnly nods his acknowledgement of the made-up verdict   ( for the distant rumble sounding within doesn’t offer much commentary about any lady’s apparel, oh no ) .   Naught but joyous laughter he wishes to coax forth, a sort of glint in eye before the sizable shell will be passed over like a relay baton ;

                    ❝Here ,  what does it say about me ??❞

[groomgore-a]

touches his blisters

      IT HURTS, TO SAY AT THE LEAST. the sensitivity of vessels popped and flesh stripped bare—– to have fingertips to graze over tissue exposed made you wince and hiss in the pain that radiates from gentle touches.    /   BUT YOU LET HER, NONETHELESS. underneath the broken / flickering lights she appears as an angel with halos brighter than helios himself.   /  velvet actions bestowed mimic a familiar reverie that play a requiem on the back of your head.

        ❛    ------HIDEOUS, ISN’T IT?   ❜    there’s gravestones of acrimony in your voice, seeking grave karma against the painters who’ve inflicted these wounds on once pallid / dead skin.   /  you can easily reminisce when and how those tubes have been pierced through your meat like a needle to thin cloth.    /   YOUR HAND LANDS ON HERS, calloused sheaths meeting velveteen ones.   ❛    THEY’RE MONSTERS, my darling. the ones who’ve caused these ... terrible. they’re always out to get me, hurt me and use me as their guinea pig. just like...     ❜

       the name dies at the tip of your tongue.   /   you wouldn’t dare say it. wouldn’t dare to let her know, she doesn’t need to, you’re already revolting outside---- why let her hear the rotten poetry that’s fucked inside your veins?      ❛    …BUT YOU CAME, MY DEAR. you can make me better again. make me feel safer and take all the pain away------ you’d do that, wouldn’t you? as my wife, my bride.   YOU CAN SAVE ME. you’ll change me as i change you----- we’ll have our own, little happy ending, like a fairy tale. you’d want that, won’t you, darling?    ❜

[pnkfox]

@mesubutta​ | LYRIC STARTER | ♫

“ sometimes, we FEEL afraid — but that’s alright! ”

[mettatoniic02]

uncle ton is here. ----- @mesubutta !!

         ‘   AHA !  so there is something going on !!!   ’   clearly, pleased with himself, the droid chuckles while crossing one leg over the other and propping his hand under his chin. he’s ready.

                      nudging her by the elbow,  he’s leaning.         ‘   it’s the oldest trick in the book.  go on.  tell uncle mettaton.~   ’

[rotbirth-blog]

digits weave through locks of midnight, silvers set firm ‘ pon stranger’s visage as he muses to her / “ well, i don’t use any sort of extra product ; just shampoo and conditioner and such. “

@mesubutta — liked.