#motife

[005198s]

never plot out stories/verses with me bc then i'll be acting like it's a whole-ass movie we're making 🙄

for a verse w my bestie @motife 💚

[glorykill-a]

          they were all coming back...    worming their way into the dark matter of his brain like a burrowing parasite    ,    the voices of those he had failed.          YOU LET US DIE   !    YOU LET US DIE   !          an echoing scream that threatened to strip away what little sanity he had left    —    it was enough to drive anyone mad    ,    the guilt he dragged behind him was an anchor he scarcely had the strength to carry...    yet his body had refused to stumble and fall    ,    an obstinate creature that he would sometimes damn for its inability to rest          (    a beast of burden    ,    scales threatening to crack and blister from the pressure of horrible    ,    vitriolic memory    ).    orion’s skin prickles with goosebumps    ,    eyes fixated upon the ground as he dared not look in the corner...    faintly    ,    he could white shoes stained and discolored with blood    ,    the red dust of mars harshly clinging to jeans and soles...          no...    no    ,    not this...          so rigid    ,    he could be mistaken for a statue if it weren’t for shaky breaths that were melting into the air with every exhale...    the slayer’s chest felt tight    ,    his hands clammy with sweat as vision was glossed over with a fog he couldn’t dissipate with his own volition.

@motife​ says  :  lillian reaches up and holds orion's chin in her hand, looking into his eyes with an expression of worry upon her features. “    you are too hard on yourself.    “

          he didn’t hear lillian walk over    ,    the shuffling of her footsteps drowned out by the raucous roar of his own thoughts...    he didn’t see her hands reach up to touch his face    ,    not sensing much of anything until the supple skin of her fingertips landed upon the toughened skin of his chin    —    warranting a startled cry from the primeval    ,    a whimper from a voice weakened by the strain.          said i’m too hard on myself...          it was a small shout into the dark    ,    weakly reverberating through a mind that was already filled to the brim.    after all these years    ,    after everything he had done for humanity...    after all the blood that had been shed    ,    had it been truly enough    ?    many would say so...    but in his heart    ,    a faint voice would whisper    ‘  no    ‘...    the decrepit corpse that still lingered in the corner of his eye was a reminder of that    ,    a reminder that he didn’t do enough...    if he had    ,    his son would still be alive...    not a spectre that constantly haunts him every waking minute    ,    a torturous token of his failure...    a memory that replayed    ,    distorting his features into a saddened and uneasy expression.    if only...    if only...          if only i pushed myself harder...          his gaze slowly turns away from his friend    ,    unable to hold her stare as lips part to gently whisper    ,    “    not...    hard enough...    “

[dest0ryed]

❛   Wait ,  so . . .   If I'm picturing your face right ,  you're way out of my league .   ❜   A snort leaves from the nameless traveller with Wrench holding onto xyr heated cheeks ,  always amused by his humor ,  as self cutting it can be at times .   Though already ,  xyr merriment dies when he withdraws his hands from xem .   Xe frowns leaning into his leaving touches ,  trying to follow after the warmth while xe wonders why isn’t he touching xem anymore .  Quietly does @motife speak more and xe leans away ,  now feeling the cruel coldness from him   :   ❛   . . . Why do even you bother wasting your time with me ?   ❜

Xe aches at his question ,  this sentence that evolves into a violent echo ,  a begging to understand xyr endless adoration given to him and him only .    It makes xem anxious to see no words are uttered with playful mockery or even through a pained laughter .   (   There is just the fear of being perceived for so long ,  to be loved forever .   )    ❝   Wrench ,  you mean so much to me ,   ❞   xe whispers in earnest ,  taking his hands and holding him with his self doubts ,  loving him entirely despite everything .   ❝   You are such a de- delight ,  so smart and fun and just . . .  ❞   xe recalls their first meeting and laughs softly .   (   The stars above them shine at the kind sound .   )

❝   I - I like - I like you a lot   —   I love you   —   and every space and time must come to their ends ,  so I wish to spe- to spend as much of my life with you before yours will be over .   ❞   It is sad ,  to know Wrench will be gone ,  like everyone else who xe knew and lost .   How xe loves and loves and loves ,  only to be given more tragedies .   [   Xe is Fate’s greatest victim and that is okay .   Xe is not made for soft epilogues and that is okay too .   ]   Xe leans xyr forehead against Wrench’s ,  cherishing his presence ,  him alone .  ❝   However you may feel about me ,  I am just gra- grateful to have known you .   ❞

[t00muchcaffeine]

Helmet . . . . 📸: unknown . #helmet #wearit #safety #ride #motorcycle #caferacer #tracker #scrambler #styled #rideout #motife #motoculture #gear #girl #motady #beauty https://www.instagram.com/p/CFef9MrhrqM/?igshid=r9p50uqa5yah

[bluesman56]

Dragon by Tony Via Flickr: Chasing its tale on a ceiling motif on the harbour jetty

[sharingmycloset]

Just went simple for this outfit because of Elevate Live's motife which was any shade of green, but paired it with bangles just for a wee bit of glam. How do you lowkey glam up if you want to wear simple and casual wear?

[t00muchcaffeine]

Helmet . . . . 📸: unknown . #helmet #wearit #safety #ride #motorcycle #caferacer #tracker #scrambler #styled #rideout #motife #motoculture #gear https://www.instagram.com/p/CEz_JcAh_gj/?igshid=1oh1nit65nthv