sorry yall i only vouch for the nasties 😕
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sorry yall i only vouch for the nasties 😕
the wound from my stitches would go so hard if i was a fictional character who was voluntarily given those stitches by someone who i’m in a weird, complicated, undisclosed relationship with, where we can only bear to show affection through violent, scarring actions. however i am Real and a Doctor gave me them because i broke my ankle in every way possible
anyway soul hooking his nails into mind’s stitches and putting his hand down mind’s shirt to feel them and breaking them on purpose and yanking harder when mind recoils
mind wearing a boob window shirt but to show off the stitches instead
anyway god mind would be insane about the stitches. evidence of soul’s love written right across him. evidence of what soul did, evidence it wasn’t just a dream. he could rip them out at any time and force soul to resew him back together. he the fabric, soul the hem - role reversal to rival all role reversals. soul put him back together. soul rearranged mind’s pieces. and now these stitches tie up his skin. it’s right there. for anyone to see. it’s blatant, it’s obvious, it’s unlike any other affection soul has given him. soul can put things back together.
mind leaning on soul’s doorframe while blood is dripping from the top of his chest like oh no….. my stitches broke…… guess youll just have to…….. resew them…… and soul spins his chair from where he’s scrolling egg_irl ‘just to see what it looks like’ and sighs and says ok fine………… totally without any desire in his voice
imagine if apostasy mind hated soul but still had the evidence of his love written in stitches across his body. i mean i’m normal
i keep thinking about mindsoul stitch removal fanfiction… it’s so weird and wretched and vulnerable. you’re just giving yourself to the other person hoping they don’t mess with your wound either on purpose or on accident. like they have the knife thing In Your Skin and you can feel them moving it around finding the stitch. potential for such homoerotic qualities if you’re allo and odd