#miz writes

[mizminx-musings]

Show me.

Show me you've got me..

Show me it's worth belonging to you.

Show me I'm safe

Show me you own me..

miz

[mizminxmuses]

today I am stormy. I want peace, calm, comfort.. I want war and fight and violence of the type that grounds me. Pieces of me on the floor.

[mizmatched]

glares are like,,, little leafy bush boys, like the definition of gremlin, an adorable cryptid. its the type of creature you find snuffling around at the bottom of a lush cave, hidden in the shadows behind the warm light of glow lichen. he would be soft, like moss, like leafy underbrush. its the kind of creature that would be wary and scared at first, but after a while it would attach itself to your ankle and follow you home. they would love head pats.

allays are more flighty. they seem to glow and flicker, like they're not really there. sometimes you wonder if they're some sort of spirit, a ghost perhaps. they become the most corporal when listening to music. it would sway softly in the breeze, and never let you touch it. sometimes when you send it away to pick up items, it comes back with something strange, close to what you were asking for, but not quite right. you never find out where it finds these things.

the copper golems are gentle, and curious. they provide a sense of,, wonder,, to the world around you. there's a past here, an ancient civilization, long gone, and copper golems tell a story about what once was. sometimes you find long rusted golems in the middle of fields, arms reaching up to the sky, curious eyes empty. you wonder what was here.

[mizcalculate-miztery]

A Dangerous Game (Part 1)

Background info: I based this part on the “Chocolate” ending from A Date with Markiplier. Anything that comes after this beginning part is actually based around a bunch of lines from “World’s Quietest Let’s Play 4″ that my-dark-words​complied into a list of prompts. I purposely wrote this so that it would feel a little disjointed and choppy so I’m sorry if that bothers you.  Also, this will not have any fluffy Darkiplier in it. He’s gonna be a prick.

Warnings: mild blood, and violence

To say that the day went differently than expected would have been the biggest understatement of my life.  It was just supposed to be a date.  But something had gone wrong.  Horribly, horrendously wrong.  My mind reeled from the pure anger and malice he emitted. Couldn't comprehend how I had gotten to that black void.  Mark had been next to me moments before.  But everything went by so quickly. Or was it slowly? Had time itself stopped?  Nothingness, a dinner table.  Ringing that hurt to hear.  Whispers of wonderful things.  Visions of pleasure and splendor.  Temptation after temptation.  Rage.

I stood frozen in place as I watched two men with the same face fight one another.  I needed to do something!  What should I do? A punch in the gut.  What could I do? Knuckles cracking across a jaw. I racked my brain for something, anything, any idea. A scream of pain.  But there was nothing. Someone’s blood dripping on the concrete.  Nothing.  

So I improvised.  Grabbed the nearest blunt object and swung it into the head of that… twisted version of Mark as hard as I could.  And he stumbled.  Fell.  We had stared for a second.  And then, I was wrapped up tight in Mark’s arms.  It was over.  I felt safe again.

I made a mistake.

The world turned gray and the whine that followed him shrieked in my ears as he sat there with a smirk, ice cream forgotten.  I think I was crying.  I don't know.  I couldn't feel anything.  The wrong choice.  I had made the wrong choice, he said.  The truth of his words pierced my soul.  Any resolve to fight shattered.  I made the wrong choice.  And because of it, Mark was gone.  Replaced by something cruel.  And he wouldn't let me go.

But in my mistake came a light.  And the darkness in front of me flinched and cursed and writhed because of it.  Mark wasn't gone.  I fell for the shapes in the dark, but I didn't extinguish the light that could dispel it.  My call to action hadn't been in his plan.  He had assumed he was dead.  This reflection couldn't remain corporeal with Mark alive.  Not for long.  And we both knew it.  I couldn’t stop him from finishing what he had started, though.  He was too strong.  So I begged.  Told him I’d do anything.  A strange look had washed over his features as he contemplated me.  A look of curiosity.  Before it warped into a perverse smile.

So, he presented me with a deal.  A damning deal.  A deal where no matter what I did, what I chose… I lost.  An ultimatum that ended with death or servitude.  Futile martyrdom or self-preserving betrayal.  

...Were those really the only options?  Is it really true that I would lose either way?  The longer I thought about it, the more appealing his proposal to serve him became.  The pros outweighed the cons.  And if I played my cards right, maybe I could even win his little game.  I stared at that outstretched palm for what felt like hours, but I wrapped my shaking hand around his and the deal was made.  A deal with the devil.

Mark rolled on the concrete in front of my stunned face.  I knelt, helped him sit up.  Blood stains peppered his suit as he asked me question after question.  Was I okay? What had happened to him? Where had the other man gone? Did anything happen while he was unconscious?

And I lied.  My tongue seemed to move on its own, soothing him with my words.  I was fine (for the moment). He had been hit in the head (by me).  The man had run off (after I betrayed you for him).  He had only been unconscious for a few minutes, nothing had happened (to him, but I had been to somewhere more harrowing than Hell).  

As I draped my wounded friend around my shoulders, I couldn't look him in the eyes.  I wish he could forgive me one day.  This had been my best option. His best option.  At least now we had a chance. But as I helped him back home, the ringing in my ears followed me.

[mizuurei]

The “Roast”

I’m posting the poem/roast I wrote for my section leader. It’s a band tradition that the underclassmen write the seniors poems/rake them across the coals! Just an FYI, I had to put one stage direction in the poem because part of the effect was performance based, so the parenthetical is just that stage direction to get that point across. Now, without further ado:

From running down the practice field as if chased by a demon clan

To spending a year abroad, making gadgets like you’re the Kingsman.

You were Archer for Halloween, and you might be a Rick Sanchez clone.

(Morty impression) But oh geez, man, call Kenny Loggins cause you’re in the Danger Zone.

I’m not a skilled roaster, my jokes are pretty lame;

But if I can create the spark, you’ll go up in flames.

He managed to convince people a fake name is a separate person

So well that there was an article written about his abroad immersion!

He’s here, but he never existed,

He’s the resident campus cryptid!

But despite your wacky adventures, I must give you a round of applause.

You’re a really cool guy, and you know when it’s better to take pause.

So to you I give a toast, to your health and your success

на здоровье

I have no doubt you’ll continue to impress.

[mizminx-musings]

Kisses - you know the kind of kisses I mean..the ones that can destroy you so gently. The kind that are soft and gentle and unhurried, with not even a shred of urgency. Like they meant the words they say, like you believe them..

like they have all the time in the world to be there. Kissing you slowly softly gently leisurely, but no less heated for their languidness.

Those kisses that you feel right down to the tips of your curling toes and stuttered breath..afraid to breathe, in case the moment breaks, fearing knowing when you do, you breathe their air and they are in you now, and you're in them..an eternity in a moment of warm lips on your parched skin and unspoken promises your body thinks it hears, knows. Gawd yes..

Yeah...those kisses.

Miz 05.26

[mizminx-musings]

A sudden waft of a cologne that immediately rips you from whatever you are reading, listening or thinking on. Eliciting an immediate intrinsic demand to locate the owner of the scent that took over your sense and you just got a moment that felt like..safeness and sex ...does he know that for those 5 seconds my world stopped?

Little things and strangers on a street.

Things that make me smile.

I never did see him, only a set of retreating broad shoulders in a dark wool coat and an air of confidence..

And that was enough.

Moments in a kaleidoscope of life.

[mizminx-musings]

When the mind has been seduced long before a fingertip touches your skin, the body merely follows, and that final invasion seals the fate, and you welcome it.

Osmosis.