#mun writes shit

[shootingstars-wontalign]

Hi, I wrote a thing for @elbow-of-disdain cause she’s great and deserves all the love in the world!!!! 😍

[catgirlmafia]

Enter Bl8dclaw and the Marauder

>Captain Mairyn “Bl8dclaw” Excari was in a rare mood as he headed to the helm chamber. He was worried. It’d been 10 sweeps since the Marauder’s helm was upgraded. 10 sweeps since his dear matesprit was able to walk more freely. In all that time, nothing had gone wrong with the helm. But the Marauder had just made its longest possible warp jump. If something were to go wrong, it would be now.

>Sure enough, something had gone wrong. Merone was hanging limply in the helm rig, yellow blood coming out of his eyes, ears, nose, and mouth. Mairyn pushed the helm technician out of the way and started disconnecting the biotech wires from his beloved’s prosthetic limbs. Once Merone was free, the large seadweller took off his long black jacket and put it around the lowblood in his arms, wiping the blood from his face.

>On the way to their quarters, the crew and Mairyn’s unit alike parted around them. Mairyn laid Merone down on their bed and pealed off the helm interface suit, replacing it with a pair of violet sweatpants. The helmsman’s lightning and antler shaped horns sparked weakly with electricity. The captain let out a sigh of relief at this sign that his mate was still alive. He held Merone close and pet his short hair, whispering reassurances into his ear.

People who might want to read this: @sass-trolls @princeofdoomrps @trollcollective @punk-rock-trolls

[theemeraldeyedhunter]

Wrote this myself... It’s long,liberal and basically a song like whoops what happened. :) It’s adorable and makes me wish I had a guitar to strum and figure it’s parts out entirely.

I recall the first time I heard their whispered secret The panic,and ‘please don’t tell anybody else’ And I’m just like ‘come on you know me better’ How they told me that day how they found girls attractive.

And I guess is it a secret still if I write about it. But this friend was so worried about what everybody thought. That feeling a lot of people’ve told me about How you’re about burst on the inside Yet you have to bite your tongue and just smile at everyone who says something calling it wrong

When a friend had an moment where they just started yelling about love and appearances Saying they fall for the person and then how they asked me if I understood I laughed and sent back ‘It’s your life go ahead fall in love’

Some of the nicest people I’ve met were ‘different’ They’d joke about never having to change a song’s lyrics Or laugh about how ‘sinful’ they were Post pictures wearing whatever they pleased Most of all they reminded me a personality is more powerful

Because I’d not get far if I looked good and acted like a jerk Some of the nicest people All of them would not shove me into boxes Merely laugh at my open mindness and tell me to stop being so negative Before teasing me about how it shows in my personality

That I’m a bad bad person For falling in friendship with the liberals Well maybe I’m just focused on living my life not somebody elses They say don’t trust somebody like that You’ll get the floor pulled out from under Convert to the dark side

I laugh and give a shrug Why is it so bad if my friend falls in love with somebody who makes them smile Or if somebody prefers a certain type of appearance for themselves Sometimes playing around with it all trying out things to find themself I just adore the kindness they give,the ease of less pressure,joking about ‘scandalous’ topics

The kindest people Oh they say don’t trust them How can something so nice be for real When they’ve taken part in such boxes

Maybe I have a thing for the dangerous Because I easily get along with the bad,bad people And can connect easier to somebody of the sorts Than a perfectly fine ‘normal’ person Maybe I’m backwards

After all I get along with them And I can’t even stand a moment faking polite With somebody who can’t let somebody live their life Oh the kindest people I try to be one of them

Let people live their lives so long as it doesn’t hurt me,or somebody I love And to understand love doesn’t have an lightswitch That some people cute and dye their hair And others grow it out and never would do anything to it

Some people like jeans and band shirts Others where more formal clothes People wear makeup,and some wear jackets There’s all sorts of combinations

And I Just value people living life To joke around with somebody who wouldn’t pressure me to keep within a line Sometimes I can’t even tell what I believe in or feel Don’t you ever trust a person like me

I’ll encourage you kissing that crush with a pulse racing smile And say when you’re with a good person that you two are adorable Call you good looking and not question your outfit Oh and I’ll joke about the more ‘scandalous’ things

The friendliest people I’ve ever known Sometimes have me promise to not tell a soul Cross my heart I’ll keep your secret safe even if that secret grows or changes And I’ll be the type of person who’ll encourage you doing things your mother would die if she ever heard

So where do I fall in this life I’ll keep my head up and try to ease any worried mind even mine And I don’t really fixate on the things like what love ‘really is’ Too busy wondering what other people are boxing me in as While also going ‘whatever in the end I’m amazing’ 

Don’t you ever trust a person like me Somebody who’ll wear eyeliner And put on trousers with sneakers Your mother would shield your eyes

As if I’d catch her on fire I like listening to music that’s not ‘polite’ and singing along with a smile Dye my hair and love tattoos And if your dad met me he’d probably go gray

I’ll talk about hopeful things And miss a couple social cues Roll my eyes at my own pessimistic tendencies That’s going to give your grandmother a fright my dear

I’m not used to speaking up So I dance around a lot Doesn’t mean if you invite me to family dinner I couldn’t say things that’d have the table in silence Or laughing

All the friendliest people I’ve known We share in the laughter They really aren’t so likely to reject me I find myself quiet anyways

I don’t know much Everybody’s always figuring out life My plans are like a giant question mark with some scribbles underneath Even for all my devilish ideals people look past the flaws

Oh and don’t trust me I’m not sure how to tell you Not even sure if it matters anyways Yet in the end does love triumph my fears

Tell myself I’ll figure it out next year And I get so weird can’t tell who knows If I ever can tell a soul Because I’m the type of person you were on edge about years ago

It’s crazy to think we get along so well When people say I’m bound for hell But just as well maybe you’re the same We’re pretty unique in our brains

[unwillingsword]

Oh why oh why do angels die,

         they have wings but can not fly,

                  trapped by hatred as we all pass right by.

        Oh why oh why do Devil’s try,

                      they trick and deceive until you die,

                                 Wrought with shame you can not thrive.

                 Oh why oh why do good men die,

                                     we make mistakes but never know why,

                                                Our souls floating high up into the sky .

[theemeraldeyedhunter]

Example of the text that’s going to go with it when I submit it to them

*shoves pic of drawing in your inbox* I SPENT WEEKS WORKING AND PROCRASTINATING AND WORRYING ABOUT COLOR AND ALL THAT. THIS WAS SUPPOSED TO BE FOR YOUR BIRTHDAY BUT I CANNOT EVEN WITH IT ANYMORE. SO TA DA now if you excuse me I’m going to cry from sleepless nights and that working on the thing.

[theemeraldeyedhunter]

I wrote this and like I dunno too shy to send it but posting..

You once told me I was pretty damn irreplacable.  Alright but if you want to say that can I just say all this in return. I love a lot of things and care a lot. Obvious when I just go off rambling. Well I haven’t really yet said this.  You might doubt it..  But to me you’re so very special.  I feel lucky to have ever met you.  I feel like I look at the sky too often...  All because I can think,”Wow we’re under teh same sky.”  And often when in the car and that.  Well I can’t help but kinda zone out glancing in the direction..  Of which you live in but miles upon miles away.  If I had a super power.  It’d be super speed.  Cause then I could pay you so many visits.  If I had to commit a crime.  I’d steal an empty plane and some money.  For obvious reasons.  I pictures silly things a lot.  Us hugging.  Meeting.  Hell us awake at 3 am video chatting.  You’re special.  I can’t even sum it up in words.  Or really give enough evidence.  But I had a few wishes on my birthday.  I spent them on you.  Be it friends forever.  I just want you to not leave...  At least not yet...

[theemeraldeyedhunter]

I should sleep before my brain writes anything else like the below

You just go away

You don’t have to stay

Please I’m begging you

Please just don’t make me say

Don’t want you to look at me

Don’t want you to leave

I’m a monster it’s come out to play

Look away

You just go away

I won’t even dare say

What the monsters doing to me

Please don’t leave

I want you

But I’m a freak

I want you

but don’t listen to me

I need you

but you don’t need me

Look

you’d be better off leaving

Look 

there’s people to dry your tears

Forever you said

I want it so bad

but I can’t let you get sad

even though you make me glad. 

[theemeraldeyedhunter]

Avery and I collab wrote this

Early mornings are like a brain stimulant.  There’s a sense of peace. Your thoughts are usually of one solid thing or several of them. Early mornings are me lying on the floor. But I’m not sad instead I’m at peace. The sun rises and my thoughts have a thing they like to think of. Early mornings are when I have the most motivation.

Late night is like a depressant. You know most everybody’s falling asleep. While you are wide awake feeling like a broken record. Worrying about this or that maybe not even aware you are. A hundred million thoughts. Thinking about how they are asleep and you can’t. It’s me curled in a ball. The darkness gets darker and my thoughts have a darker humor. Late night is when I need motivation and kind words but there’s none to be found.

I can’t see inside their head. I can’t know what they’re dreaming about. Or thinking about. But I wish I could. So I could see what they see. If I could tell all the things they dislike about themself. I’d take hours trying to get them to notice those things are fine.

There’s a person a person feeling all alone. They look around and it’s like nobody hears them cry.  There’s a person swearing everybody is a liar. They’ve been mistreated by others and by themself. There’s a person nearby. Maybe through a screen so far. Maybe they pass the other every day. Wondering why and wanting to try to help. But they struggle just as much. Realized somebody always cares. Well hell it’s them noticing the little things. But worried to point them out and offend.

I wish there was a way. A way to say. That I’d spend every single second of my day. My day telling you everything about you is beautiful.  Looking you in the eyes and telling you I love you. Catching a plane to hug you if you traveled miles away. I wish there way a way. A way to spend time with you every day. Absence is supposed to make the heart stronger. But it makes me worry. It makes me wish... There was a way. A way to make you smile each day. So I try. But I doubt myself. Don’t think it works. I wish there was a way. Maybe one day. To show you. Show you. How everything about you. Every FUCKING thingy. Makes me fall so hard for you. Your messages. Your presence. Brings a smile to my face. With a blush I just can’t escape. It’s called it’s okay if a single kiss wasn’t exchanged. Love’s more then snogging another human. It’s being their friend. And wishing there was a way. A way to make it all okay even if bad things happened.