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[beiowzero]

you got a dick like a Subway sandwich

[invictarre-archive]

𝐈𝐍𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐑𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓  /  @fuladaris​

It’s strange, how quickly everything seemed to stop. The second that blade was run through Lysandre’s body, it was as if the weight of the situation suddenly dropped down on everyone’s shoulders, threatening to crush them under the mighty pressure of exactly what they’d been fighting for.

Kalos was saved. The world was saved.

And yet not a single person could be happy about it.

Dani would forever be left with permanent reminders of the nature she’d fought so hard to keep a secret. Nighteye, someone who’d been her mentor and a person that Leon had grown to respect, lay dead behind them. And poor Sycamore, one of the gentlest souls he’d ever met, sat cradling the body of the man who’d been prepared to let him die alongside billions of others in the apocalypse of his own creation.

Lysandre didn’t deserve to be mourned. He didn’t deserve these heartfelt declarations of love and sorrowful regret, and yet here they were, being offered regardless.

Wasn’t it you who said we should give and give and never take? What changed?!

Ohhhh, there’s so much he could say about that. Of course it would suit a man like Lysandre to surround himself with givers, with people who would happily hand over their very souls if it meant they’d get even a second more of his attention. After all, wasn’t one of the requirements of Team Flare to pledge your allegiance by giving him a substantial amount of money?

Kalos had given him their blind eyes and their public adoration.

Malva had given him her power in the Elite Four and all the regional influence that came with it.

Sycamore had given him... well... his love, apparently.

Leon meets his eyes for a second, his exhausted brain pointing out just how much he looks like a Deerling caught in the headlights, and that proves to be the breaking point for him.

On shaky legs he steps forward, collapsing gracelessly onto his knees next to Sycamore. 

                     ❝  You did everything you could.  ❞

                     ❝  I know you tried so hard to save him, to offer him any path other than the one he took, and it’s not your fault that he refused to listen.  ❞

For a second, Leon wonders how many times Sycamore had seen past Lysandre’s veil. He was an intelligent man, and all the rose-coloured goggles in the world would only shelter him for so long. Perhaps what he’d first mistaken for willful ignorance was instead the hopeless optimism of one who knew their love was doomed to fail yet continued to cling to it.

Perhaps a more poetic person would have waxed on about forbidden lovers, drawn some Romeo and Juliet -esque comparisons... but there was nothing poetic about this. This was the heartbreaking reality of human nature, the Froakie offering the Skorupi a ride despite knowing it would sting and drown them both, and there was nothing Leon could do to ease the pain.

And yet he continued, for talking was the only thing he had the energy left to do. 

                     ❝  I can’t criticize you for still loving him, or for praying that he’d see the light and change for you. It’s human nature to want to keep our loved ones safe and out of trouble. I’m sorry that he was too blinded by his own selfishness to let himself be saved, but please don’t blame yourself. There was nothing more you could have done.  ❞

Leon rests his head in his palms, then. The room is spinning around him, and he doesn’t know if that’s from the exhaustion or the stress or the trauma they’re all going to be carrying after this, but he can’t afford to faint. He feels like he must have sat there for hours, the soothing blackness chasing away the constellations shooting behind his eyelids, and when he looks up he sees Dani already giving her embrace.

As though that was the invitation he’s been waiting for, Leon shuffles closer and places a steady hand against Sycamore’s shoulder. It’s partly for Dani’s sake, too, since the heat of his skin is close enough to her that it should serve as an unspoken reminder that he’s here, and she’s safe now. 

Leon is filthy, his hands and face and clothes all covered in grime from the battle, and every breath out feels like it’s a poison sapping away at his precious energy reserves. His legs still tremble beneath him, and his heart stutters as though it, too, has been left shaking from the intensity of today, but he gathers up his strength to take off his jacket, and remove his shirt. The former is wrapped around Dani’s shoulders with gentle whispers of no, it’s okay, you stay there and just let me arrange this for you, and after a moment’s hesitation he places the shirt gently down on the floor by Lysandre’s body.

                     ❝  ...Here. Something to cover him with, whenever you’re ready to.  ❞

A big part of him resents doing this, for he’d have rather had the maniac’s corpse set alight than to show it even the slightest hint of respect, and after all that’s been caused to those around him, he’s sure it’s a sentiment shared by many. And yet, there’s something about seeing a friend in such grief that makes him prepared to extend these little shows of mercy. Lysandre sure as hell doesn’t deserve them, but Sycamore does.

Besides, the shirt was just your average white button up, already ruined by blood and ash. Unlike his cape, which actually had some significant sentimental value to him, the garment he was offering now was no more valuable than a sock eaten by the washing machine or a snapped hair tie.

[destinycaught]

muse aes ; shelly              * edited for legibility 

i. 

the softest palms that never want to touch you until after a bottle of wine.  ╱  “ just braid your hair if you won’t brush it, at least, you useless girl. ” ╱ pulling on your skirt with one hand as you shuffle away. ╱ “ you’ll get it done before the day is up. ” ╱ guilt that isn’t yours to have.╱  it’s a crooked game, but it’s the only one in town. ╱ chains. ╱  “ how could you do this to me? ” ╱  the sharp sting of guilt. ╱ you feel something even though you’re paid to do the opposite. ╱  the family you never had. ╱  falling backwards through time. ╱ quicksand. ╱ drowning, but you don’t save yourself. ╱ “ you’re getting better. ” ╱  “ they smile like a snake. ” ╱ you’re the stars and the sky. ╱ there’s a part of you that couldn’t stay away even if you were forced to. ╱ they are your wings, there’s no doubt there. ╱

ii. 

 “ let’s take off somewhere. let’s fly. ” ╱  you edge a bit too close to the sun. ╱  another ghost to take your place after every stumble. ╱ deep roots in the ground slashed open in the sun. ╱  rock candy melting in water. ╱ waves rise and leave the foam behind. ╱ the precipice you call home has a tip you’ll reach eventually. ╱  happiness is the best front a man can take. ╱ “ i’ve never seen someone as beautiful as you before. ” ╱  you disagree; they’re more beautiful.  ╱ discomfort at the tiniest of touches. ╱ the sky opens up when you see them. ╱ rain comes down. ╱ poppy fields. ╱ your sanity hanging by a thread. ╱  “oh god, what have you done? ” ╱ roommates weren’t supposed to be the smartest ones of all. ╱  they’ve got a devil on their shoulder and an angel in their mind. ╱ you try to help, but it only got worse. ╱ now they’re dead, it’s all your fault. ╱ adam & eve in the garden. ╱ a temptress in crisp button-downs. ╱

iii. 

“ fuck, you’ve gone off the deep end, haven’t you? ”╱ they lie so perfectly you almost forget yourself. ╱ the spark that lit the kindling on your funeral pyre.╱ sugar and spice and a taste for the dark side. ╱ yes saint laurent ╱ black opium on your pillow, a scented cloud drifting behind you like a cape. ╱ crisp green apples piled up on the table. ╱ your shoes are sharp, but your wit is even sharper. ╱ what a pretty one, they say. ╱ you laugh without humor. ╱ a soft, hollow spot sits in your chest. ╱ there’s a place you’ll never leave no matter who tries to stop you. ╱ the seat of power fits like a glove. ╱ heavy is the head that wears the crown. ╱ you share a space, but not a mind. ╱ they think you are weak; you are, maybe. ╱ “ what are you going to do with all of these pills? ” ╱ an empty bird’s nest. ╱ broken pencil tips. ╱ there’s an empty paper in front of you that you’ll never fill. ╱ “ we want you to succeed. i hope you can grasp that. ” ╱

iv. 

“ they weren’t there when it happened. ” ╱ corruption. ╱  there’s a red string tying you together. ╱ the scent of whiskey on the horizon. ╱ “ you’re the best friend i’ve ever had. ” ╱ pink tipped fingers lock in secrecy. ╱ 99 red balloons drifting through a hazy sky. ╱ you try to lift your head up, but it’s so much effort. ╱ always walking on sunshine. ╱ there’s a million reasons to come down from the clouds, but you can’t be bothered. ╱ hair twisted up with glitter butterfly clips like a haphazard mobile. ╱ you drift, but you know where you’re going. ╱ no one has any dirt on you because you’re infinitely spotless. ╱ the empty side of your bed they crawled into when they were nine. ╱ court hearings. ╱ “ I miss you. ” ╱ siblings are a funny thing. ╱ they point out every family-shaped hole in every picture on the mantelpiece. ╱ blackbird screaming ╱ wake in nightmares ╱ are you an illusion?╱ I don’t feel real. ╱ who is in control?

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[beiowzero]

⠀it's not gay to cum in your bestie

[beiowzero]

⠀too lazy to remember to save this post for sunday, but if you end up dating / otherwise regularly sleeping with grusha he will ( if you consent ) eat you out.⠀he just really likes it.

⠀. . . I would've phrased that as oral in general, but genuinely, for the dick - havers he's kinda hesitant to offer that if only because his gag reflex isn't great.⠀if you're past a certain size you're on your own /j

[destinycaught]

snarlcd replied to your post: ❝ Each year, Dihydrogen...

dihy-what.

 ❝  Dihydrogen Monoxide (DHMO) is a colorless and odorless chemical compound, also referred to by some as Dihydrogen Oxide, Hydrogen Hydroxide, Hydronium Hydroxide, or simply Hydric acid. ❞

[destinycaught]

                         ❝ Each year, Dihydrogen Monoxide is a known causative component in many thousands of deaths and is a major contributor to millions upon millions of dollars in damage to property and the environment.  ❞

[eranthiss]

"Skincare for me really is just two different oils, a tincture, a cream to ward off the sky orb, moisturiser, and a different tincture that's very, uh...."

She dips two fingers into the serum on her palm, and taps them together repeatedly. That is most definitely An Texture ".....c̗ͫ͂ͨ͘u̴̸̧̨̪̓̎̾̑̓̕ͅm̸̵̶̷̧̡̨͎͔̤̪̠̜͇̬͎̬͖͕̅͆͗ͫͣͩ͋́̒ͩͯ̆̌ͭͭ͘̚͠͝ͅḻ̛̯̬̖͉̝ͮ̂̈̽̐i̡̢̡̢͉͎͕͈͍͉̗ͤ͌̃̀ͬķ̷̯͈̙͖̣̻̲̲́ͭͮ͊͗́̏e̡̜̬̱ͨ̔̀̍͛̌͊̊."

She winces. "It's snail mucin. Super good for moisturizarion."