#slfsxcrfe

[pasttorn]

MISCELLANEOUS ⟡ ALWAYS ACCEPTING !

@slf-sxcrfe​​ said: ‟I don't want to close my eyes. I just want to keep them open.” He mutters, sitting atop the wooden deck just outside the estates house. Despite the dark circles drawn underneath his eyes and a yawn stifling its way pass his lips. ‟It's impossible to get good sleep, even though I'm safe now... I still dream about what is out there– things I've had to bare witness to before your brother took me in.” (for Senjurou !)

       the young rengoku sits & listens in silence as the other speaks, arms wrapped TIGHTLY around the comforter he’d been folding moments prior to their conversation. he’d reached out in concern, motivated to do so by both, the noticeable eye-bags under ray’s eyes that seemed to be growing by the day, & the almost SLUGGISH way he carried himself compared to the days prior. ❝ ... it’s not nice to have bad dreams, but sleep is important. ❞

       worry creeps on senjurou the more he observes more of ray’s worn down state, gaze falling to his lap as he processes what the other’s said, & what he could POSSIBLY say in return. at least, something he could say that wasn’t as dumb as he’s what just said. sleep is important, cheeks redden slightly in embarrassment at his own response. of course it is ! & it’s exactly BECAUSE it’s important, that ray was telling him the reasons why he couldn’t sleep ( truly, how useless was his response ? ). 

        grip on the comforter tightens slightly as he thinks of a more suitable response-- a KINDLING of a solution--, before silently peering over at the other, offering him a small smile, ❝ um... then do you want me to sleep with you ? elder brother puts his futon NEXT to mine when i have nightmares & can’t go back to sleep. it might seem childish of me, but sometimes feeling safe helps you sleep better & keeps the bad thoughts away. it.... may not help you FORGET about what you’ve witnessed, but at least it’ll help you remember you’re okay now, & that you’re not alone anymore.... i think ? ❞

[abysmalpyre]

Idk what meme it from, but here!

@slf-sxcrfe​ asked: “ i trust you with my life. ” ft. Blind!Ray

      ☠▒ Dabi hummed to himself as he placed his hand on his head, ruffling the hair of the younger. Keeping his hand on his head eyes watching people walk around.〝Yeah i know. Bad idea on your end.〞Teasing the other with a smirk and taking his hand.〝So where do you want to go?〞

[bnharppositivityandthings]

I feel like Katt, mun of @anxfeather/@slf-sxcrfe/@uxluckii deserves some love and attention! Her muses are wonderfully thought out and written, her OCs are beautifully fleshed out, and she's a delight to talk to ooc! I'm grateful to have her as an rp partner and as a friend!

[hxgure]

@slf-sxcrfe​ / cont’d from this post

Unusual but not entirely unwelcomed. Hardly did he ever engage in serious talk. In which required deep thinking. Not that he wasn’t a thinker, just was never one to speak his mind. Nor get entirely sentimental. It was more of a Normal thing to do. However, it didn’t mean they-- he wasn’t capable of getting sentimental. Wasn’t the fact that he wasn’t allowed to, despite what Normals were led to believe. Rather more that it wasn’t worth noting or saying, at least for him personally. Nicolas didn’t exactly have the luxury to express himself. It wasn’t how he was brought up, or rather come to believe. 

Belief, that word itself was funny. What possible beliefs did people like them could have? To live long, happy lives? That always came with a price. That price being their lives, one way or another. It wouldn’t mean their happiness but rather theirs-- the Normals. Always did anything they could to get rid of his kin. Even though they simply wanted to lead lives like them. Didn’t even bother anyone and just wanted to be. They all had early expiration dates but it seemed that wasn’t enough for Normals.

It was just the way it was. Always will be, until the last of them completely diminished. It wouldn’t be too long from now, especially with the killings and hunting of the Twilights.

Despite Ray dismissing the question, one he knew he gave much thought to before, Nicolas’ lips pursed; jaw tightened. Was there anything he wished to do before he cashed in his chips? It was honestly something he never gave thought to. Even the concept of it seemed... foreign. Unfamiliar. He accepted life how it was, didn’t take things for granted. It was even a miracle in itself that he managed to push past twenty-one, the average age most Twilights died. Most didn’t even cut it close and if they did, it was extremely rare for them to push past that age. 

Was he grateful to exceed the expectations of his life? Not really. Did he absolutely hate it? Nah. Nicolas just kept on, staying true to the many names his kind had-- a sufferer. Not that he complained about it. Maybe, somewhere deep, he was ready to embrace Death given his self-destructive nature. 

Maybe.

Aloof eyes shifted to Ray as his jaw slacked a bit. It was... probably normal for him to think about something like that. Given with all the shit that’s happened. When most cut it close, they always think of all the thing’s they could’ve done. Regrets, Normals called it. Now that the question was on the table, he was more or less pushed to think about it. Not that he was expected to answer, seeing as Ray quickly dismissed the thought.

However, nothing really came to mind. Maybe he just wasn’t thinking hard enough. Then there was the fact that his life wasn’t his to begin with. That would definitely not allow him to think freely about his life. Despite the many times he’s cut it close to death due to biting way more than he could chew. The very few times Worick would have to use it.

That was an entirely different story altogether, though.

“ɪT·s NᴏT sTUᴘIᴅ. Nᴏᴛ RᴇᴀLLʏ.“

Mostly because.. it was just something he never gave much thought to but it meant that Ray had. Maybe the kid just wanted to vent, speak his mind. Unload his shoulders. He was all ears, so to speak.

“ɴEᴠEʀ ʀᴇAʟLʏ GᴀVᴇ ᴍUᴄH TʜOᴜɢHᴛ Oɴ ɪT﹐ ʀᴇAʟLʏ.“

“ᴡHᴀᴛ ᴅO ʏOᴜ ᴡIsH ᴛO Dᴏ?”

There’s a heavy gaze on Ray, despite the casual, low tone of his words. Curiosity, mostly. Maybe he would figure it out himself too. Something he wish he could do before kicking the bucket.

[agntkennedy]

@slf-sxcrfe​ / rookie cop starter call.

gun lowers, though he isn’t necessarily sure if he should. the last kid he ran into was also a zombie. but leon’s hesitant. this time, he wants to make sure that people are safe and god damn the kids that find themselves in times of trouble-- stuck in zombie apocalypses without anyone. he’s glad his family wasn’t like that (if they’d waited 15 years, maybe then it would). “ hey, kid, “ he calls out. “ are you... okay ? “ he asks, hesitantly. none of the zombies he’s spoken to can do much more than groan and this kid looks normal.   but he’ll be damned if someone goes and attacks him. 

“ i’m here to help, i’m with raccoon city police department. “      ---- barely ----       “ i can help you to safety. “ 

[box-of-characters]

“ i know i’m a monster, but you're the only one that seems to think differently. ” (mer!Ray @ Maria)

"I think a lot more people would warm up to you if your attitude wasn't the equivalent of a dried up eel during low tide."

A simple "your attitude really stinks" would have sufficed, but there was a chance that the none too pleasing mental image (or smell, rather) might work better to get the point across. On the other hand, if Maria had been the one chained up to a rock on the bottom of the ocean with the very real chance of being eaten or worse, she'd probably be pretty bitter herself.

Expression softened as the mermaid looked off into the distance -- off into the inky darkness that swallowed anything and everything in its path. For one born from these depths, who was used to traversing the creeping shadows with little issue, the sight of nothing and not knowing what lay beyond was shudder inducing. Even with the aid of bioluminescent creatures and objects, there was just something about hearing bubbles off in the distance and not seeing the source that filled one with a fear most primal. How could this guy stand it?

Pushing the lingering thoughts away, Maria's brows knit together once more as she glanced over in his direction. It bugged her. It bugged her a lot knowing that despite him being one of the most infuriating creatures on the planet, she still found herself swimming right back to pick up their conversations.

"Besides, when I think monster I imagine a leviathan sleeping in a cave. Not a merman with a sharp tongue. I've seen jellyfish scarier than you."

[manifestedsun]

@slf-sxcrfe​ said: " don’t touch me right now! i’m not - don’t touch me! "

“I wasn’t going to.” He frowns a little and tilts his head. “Is something wrong?”

[box-of-characters]

@slf-sxcrfe​ please help this man

“That should be enough wood for the time being. Come along Ray, we should really get back to Obsidian before- Ray?” 

Where did he go? Oh... Oh Gods not again. Fear immediately gripped the unicorn as he slowly stood up straight, eyes darting this way and that in an effort to see if there was any hint as to where the other was now hiding. The surrounding trees and bushes were optimal for camouflage, but how could he be certain Ray wasn’t behind one of the boulders scattered about?

He was never prepared for these moments.

“Y-You’re not going to scare me this time!” Liar.