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𝘑𝘈𝘔𝘌𝘚 𝘉𝘖𝘕𝘋 : WRITTEN BY MO. SELECT CANON FOLLOWING, CHARACTER - BASED. 18+
IF HE COULD LEARN TO LOVE ANOTHER, & EARN THEIR LOVE IN RETURN, BY THE TIME THE LAST PETAL FELL, THE SPELL WOULD BE BROKEN. AS THE YEARS PAST, HE FELL INTO DESPAIR & LOST ALL HOPE.
𝑭𝑶𝑹 𝑾𝑯𝑶 𝑪𝑶𝑼𝑳𝑫 𝑬𝑽𝑬𝑹 𝑳𝑬𝑨𝑹𝑵 𝑻𝑶 𝑳𝑶𝑽𝑬 𝑨 𝑩𝑬𝑨𝑺𝑻 ?
* . . . 𝚑𝚎'𝚕𝚕 𝚋𝚎𝚗𝚍 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚒𝚐𝚗𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗 𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎 , 𝚎𝚖𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖 𝚙𝚛𝚒𝚍𝚎 : 𝐀 𝐌𝐀𝐃 - 𝐃𝐎𝐆 𝐎𝐅𝐅 𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐕𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐊 𝐒𝐈𝐃𝐄 .
INDIE / PRIVATE. : BEN SOLO , BY MO.
MO’S BLOG ROLL. : SPRING CLEANING, (4/4/20)
𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘴 𝘪𝘴 𝘢 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘭𝘦𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘰𝘯 𝘰𝘧 𝘮𝘰’𝘴 𝘣𝘭𝘰𝘨 𝘵𝘩𝘢𝘵 𝘢𝘳𝘦 𝘤𝘶𝘳𝘳𝘦𝘯𝘵𝘭𝘺 𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘰𝘴𝘵 𝘢𝘤𝘵𝘪𝘷𝘦.
@puinsh : 𝙵𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙺 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙻𝙴. active. .. marvel.
@oh7s : 𝙹𝙰𝙼𝙴𝚂 𝙱𝙾𝙽𝙳. active. .. bond.
@pialodi : 𝙽𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙼𝙴 𝚅𝙰𝙻𝙴𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽𝙴. semi - active. .. billy joel’s piano man oc.
@galpoli : 𝙰𝙻𝙵𝙸𝙴 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾𝙼𝙾𝙽𝚂. **new. .. peaky blinders.
@shelibe : 𝙰𝚁𝚃𝙷𝚄𝚁 𝚂𝙷𝙴𝙻𝙱𝚈. **new. .. peaky blinders.
. . . i hope my death makes more cents than my life , / ( arthur fleck / joker , highly selective . spoilers tagged. by mo . ) EST. 𝐉𝐔𝐋𝐘 𝟐𝟎𝟏𝟗 .
𝐈𝐌 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐀𝐋 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐊𝐄 , 𝐘𝐎𝐔 𝐆𝐎𝐓 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 ?! indie. sel. samuel drake written by mo : uncharted, tlou / walking dead , &. marvel based .
@sihlvr / ❝ i’m fine, let me see your face. ❞
peter understands that what he does is dangerous . as much as he acts out , as much as he’s called an idiot he knows . there’s blood caked under his nails visible only to him / illusions of events long past , a dream he never wakes from . ( a nightmare , eyes open or closed . ) he knows what his bones sound like when they snap , knows the taste of blood in his mouth like the average new yorker knows coffee . flesh has been beaten into shades of blue , sliced to spill into the streets , ripped to hang by tendons . painful / dreadful experiences he’d wish on no man . ( on a good day . TEMPER TEMPER , MR . PARKER . ) then he goes home . he sits & stews in his own misery & pain , then he gets up & does it again . his words are band - aids , distractions from the poison infesting his heart . BUT YOU’RE THE BEST OF US , PETER . human , where others are not . human , when he isn’t at all .
❛ hey , hey , hey ! watch the mask ! ❜ he gets it all the time . are you okay ? how are you ? a simple ‘ fine ’ always puts the inquirer off . but this ? the lies that usually fall so easily from his tongue seem to fail , meaningless in the presence of the one known best for them . ❛ it’s nothing a good night’s sleep won’t fix ! ❜ two black eyes , deep crimson streaming down pallid features the awkward smile he attempts only results in a bloody grimace . ( APOLLO HAS FALLEN , beaten , from grace . ) sharp topaz gaze narrows , contradictory to easy - going expression . he wonders . HE WONDERS . is it so strange to receive a hand of compassion that follows through ? perhaps . ❛ whataya say , doc do i still got my good looks ? ❜