#mollymauk

[reverouge]

And last, but not least ---- the only straight thing about me, my nose ( I'd like to thank my mother and father for at least giving me that )

And yes, I have not forgotten this is a writing blog, hah. the damn tiefling is just on my mind 25/7, and life is a b*tch

Mollymauk: yours truly (Nihtfrowan @ IG) Photographer: samael.night (IG)

[indy-blue]

The sunflowers wilt when the skies do not rain

Mollymauk Tealeaf

100 words

General audiences

Summary: They were too full of flowers, too full of this stupid puppy love.

OR

Molly ruminates on how to approach their Hanahaki disease.

Mollymauk did not want to die. They had done that once already, and avoiding it was one of their core tenants. But another was to not lose themself again. And letting go of even this one bundle of feelings for someone would be a sharp betrayal of that. An irreversible hollowing of the self. They had once crawled from the earth with the word “empty” on their tongue, but now the opposite was true. They were too full of flowers, too full of this stupid puppy love. They sat alone, flipping through their oracle cards, staring down a loser’s choice.

[dent-de-leon]

"Always liked you, ya know. The other one too." As bitter as it tastes, it's easier to swallow than Kingsley thought.

He can feel that tangled hurt and gnawing want, twisting and writhing beneath his skin; the last breath of someone else still lingering on his lips, their heart beating in the hollow cavity of his pounding chest.

Is it yours, if you don't choose it? If it was there, nesting in your bones, from the very moment you woke? If you knew when you first opened your eyes. If this person, this burning ache and morbid fascination--if they were the one who took your patchwork shell of a soul, all that you are, and made you whole--

“Empty no longer, Mr. Tealeaf.” Is a vow still honored if it’s only sworn to the dead?

"Don't want to die again without telling you," he says, because the words just keep spilling out and it's far too late to stop. "I know what the others think. I know it's--I'm not someone people stay for. I know.” But—

A deep, shuddering breath. In another Plane, another life, Lucien’s wings of claw and bone sink into tender flesh, tearing the light from his Magician’s eyes.

He doesn’t look at Caleb in the eye. Can’t. Doesn’t want to see the crushing disappointment there, the vain, desperate dredges of threadbare hope—

And then, spits like bile and blood, "Did you love him? Cause, fuck--I know he felt for you." I still do—

[extravagav]

Figuring out how to draw 2 polar opposites of a man

[reverouge]

when having the biggest fomo because I am not in Berlin currently (or Edinburgh next week) post more Mollymauk, ofc.

Mollymauk: yours truly (Nihtfrowan @ IG) Photographer: samael.night (IG)

[catwomzn]

his name is mollymauk no fucking wonder he looks like if molly the drug was a person

[siempreminta]

Molly lives rent free in my brain