#opalscave

[crescentclan]

me: takes 9847584785 years to even delve into the 𝙘𝙤𝙣𝙘𝙚𝙥𝙩𝙪𝙖𝙡 𝙨𝙩𝙖𝙜𝙚𝙨 of plotting bc i'm uncreative (with a smidgeon of debilitating anxiety <3), let alone actually write up shit for us to actually establish some sort of a relationship with our characters. all of you (@timelocker @mobian-of-science @opalscave @pompedia​ @multicolorcrcd-fclinc​) who still want to ship with me:

[timelocker]

unprompted.   >   @opalscave​   //   strawberry.

" Mmmm.... a pop star and a rocker walk into the same bar- how peculiar~ " || from Strawberry, she's ur problem now >:)

“ pfeh, POP STAR ? you kiddin’ me right, MISS ME WITH THAT BULLSHIT. ”

“ maybe go back to sellin’ BROKEN LYRICS to DREAMLESS KIDS ‘til they WAKE UP an’ listen to some REAL MUSIC. write your own shit an’ make som’thin’ that SAYS SOMETHING. ”

“ as far as i’m concerned, you ain’t got a place at the bar with me. YOU GOT YOUR FEET IN THE GARBAGE ALLEY. ”

[ultimatelife]

@opalscave​ / blaze and maria :)  / music inspo

The bomb beckoned a ringing in the wake of silence, and he couldn't discern the words, much less fathom the ultimatum. The cruelty of it evaded him for a moment until it didn't. Force a man who had lost so much to choose between two different versions of reality. Push him to fucking cope with his decision in the aftermath of it all.

Still, the question hung heavy like radioactive fallout, and the sickness spread to his mind. Like a fever dream, Maria smiled down at him, surrounded by forget-me-nots, and spoke sweet nothings he couldn't hear. Then the flowers wilted away, and beneath them were the bodies of hundreds. Naked men and women riddled with bullets, and his sweet Maria, once tethered to a breathing machine while she slept, now laid ethereal among the rest. Her hair spread out like a halo behind her head.  

Misery had always been his bittersweet mistress. Regardless of where he went, she clung to him like a sticky affair. 

 Maria was dead, and her Grace was not. What the fuck was there to choose? The audacity to propose such an ultimatum drove him mad. But the question remained unanswered, and he had yet to choose.

A second chance with Her Grace, or allow Maria to have her second chance?

Even if he wanted it, such a reality couldn't exist. Despite how fucked his supposed memories were, he knew, deep down, Maria wouldn't allow it.

Her Grace, a spitfire princess, soon to be anointed Queen, brought the goodness he knew Maria always dreamt. 

Shadow's heart shattered with the projectile force of an atomic bomb, and he could feel the shards digging inside him.

      "Blaze"

[holyexecution]

“ Staring up at the larger killer, Susie lets out a small huff and tilts her head. " Why are you so… tall? " ”

━━━   despite the maw of the Entity swallowing this human, devouring every inch of individual soul until nothing but rot & muck remains, it retains the qualities of humanity it had before the forced indoctrination. such as curiosity, inferiority, & indecipherable ego.

...what is its point?

red pyramid huffs all the same, a smoggy release of humidity wafting in her direction - sticking to the wild locks of her hair in a frizz. she chooses to hide her face, unlike the executioners need to obscure reality to complete his purpose ( what was his purpose, he must remind himself lest he forget only to succumb to the despair of reality once more. )

for her it is not shame, it is not practical; it is as the ghost or, more relevant, her coterie - it is to inspire fear. the red pyramid thing can see them in the shadows of her being: standing tall over her, swallowing her whole in their overwhelming intensity.

truly pathetic.

in one abrupt motion he reaches for her face with a heated hand, large enough to swallow it whole, & tears the mask away to reveal the girl hidden inside.

FACE YOURSELF, THIS IS WHAT YOU ARE.

@opalscave​​ ( not-so-unprompted | always accepting. )

[mkoshi-a]

🍒 + me? 🥺

opal ur literally my wife and there is no escaping this. us playing dbd and then screaming abt our muses in dms literally gives me life. ik we both can be very dry with each other sometimes but that will never change the fact that ur one of my closest friends and the tact that you can come to me for anything even of its just talking. i know ur fruity and i judge u harshly for that but youre wearing socks so i guess that gives you a pass 🫡. i lov u so so so so so much and seeing you being happy writing on the dash makes me very happy inside. your portrayals are god tier!

[crescentclan]

ooooooh ha h a 𝑯𝑨.......... we wanna be fucking 𝐒𝐀𝐋𝐀𝐂𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 on main & talk about 𝑻𝒀𝑷𝑬𝑺?????? ^^^^^^^^^^^^ is already developing a type. it's the essentric yet enigmatic popstar/rockstar type. gOD HAVE MERC y ON HER.........

[crescentclan]

@timelocker

@opalscave 𝐁𝐄𝐄𝐏--

[ultimatelife]

@opalscave​​  / 🔴 from blaze, from here x || my lazy ass sending u a prompt instead of something original heehee >:)

19. ) your muse licking blood off my muses finger.

   Red eyes glowed like the haze of a neon motel sign. Her Grace's tongue curled around his finger, matting the fur, and he watched with lidded eyes whilst the Scepter in his hand pulsed and continued to pull both into a daze.

 Shadow was aware of the influence and was strong enough to resist but not enough. Had he been himself, he would have stopped her Grace before she wrapped her skilled mouth around him and sucked him clean. 

   Had he not held the title of the Ultimate Life Form, he would have surrendered to wanton impulses; seized her hips, plopped her on the tomb, and slid between her thighs. 

  "Princess..." came a growl he couldn’t stop. "It is best we seal this within a container."