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what i need is honesty

[taweyla]

i ɳeeɗ ɧσɳestʯ — — — independent   𝐥𝐚𝐲𝐥𝐚 𝐞𝐥-𝐟𝐚𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐲   from mcu's Moon Knight series.   selective and mutuals only.   written by dima (24, she/her)    see below.

this blog is private. i only write with mutuals. if i follow you that means i want to write with you.

this blog may contain canon typical heavy topics. triggers will be tagged.

romantic relationships will be based on chemistry ic and ooc.

don't be a dick && basic roleplay etiquette.

i'm dima, 24 she/her. idk just a layla simp what can i say

[rpmemes-galore]

random, unhinged dialogue … sentence starters

“You ever think about frogs?”

“I laugh like a Batman villain.”

“I want to ride a capybara into battle.”

“Rehydrate me with the tears of my enemies.”

“I want to punch someone under the full moon.”

“I will fistfight my own body in a dimly lit parking lot.”

“We could be mortal enemies, but you’re a coward.”

“I want to stand on a cliffside at sunset and scream.”

“I wish I could fly. Or at least, like… menacingly hover.”

“I just had a week’s worth of sodium and I crave more.”

“My body is at war with itself, and I’m leading the charge.”

“I’m going into the woods to scream. Who’s coming with me?”

“I don’t want to sleep. I want to slip into delirium, its more fun.”

“I want a hug. I want a hug so tight I end up in a full body cast.”

“I’ve been a clown so long, my shoes are no longer even squeaky.”

“I wish I could hibernate like a bear. And maul those who anger me.”

“It tastes like chemicals, but the kind of chemicals that taste yummy.”

“I just ate a whole jar of peanut butter. And it did nothing to fill the void.”

“Yeah, I’m having a breakdown. But, I still have the mom friend energy.”

“If you kiss someone open-mouthed, it feels like making out with a fish.”

“I had higher expectations once, too. I’ve since handed them down to the devil.”

“If I am awake, then I’m in pain. And I will share it with those who displease me.”

“We’re out of band-aids. On an unrelated note, I might need to go to the hospital.”

“Clothes are a social construct. I’m stripping naked and prowling the streets like the gremlin I am.”

“Am I crying? Yes. Am I going to acknowledge it further? No. And I expect you to do the same, thank you.”

“I accidentally singed my fingerprints off. I can do horrible crimes, now… like, stealing all the dogs from the pet store.”

[taweyla]

marc​

          sometimes,    he  forgets  he’s  human.    and  it’s  easy  to  forget  when  you  were  the  avatar  of  the  moon  god,    fitted  with  healing  faster  than  you  can  feel  the  pain.    the  sensation  of  it  becomes  close  to  foreign,    a  forgotten  memory    —    until  now.    he’s  bleeding  from  cuts  and  his  bones  hurt  and  there  are  bruises  littering  his  skin  like  artwork,    and  it’s  only  by  a  miracle  that  he  manages  to  stumble  into  their  safehouse,    dropping  dead  weight  onto  layla  for  just  a  moment  before  he  finds  the  strength  to  collapse  onto  the  nearest  chair.    ❝    ‘m  fine,    ❞    he  tells  her,    like  it’s  routine.    habit.  he  doesn’t  want  her  to  worry.    ❝    it’s  nothing,    promise.    you  should  see  the  other  guys.    ❞

worry knots between her brows as she trails the cuts and bruises another moment. turning, layla disappears into the bathroom before returning with a sizable first aid kit. she keeps herself from rolling her eyes when he brushes his state off as nothing, if only because she feels bad.      ‘ please tell me you didn’t get in a fight on purpose.’      the kit is opened, she takes a step back and folds her arms, biting a lip before continuing, ‘you don’t have the suit anymore, marc, you’ve got to be careful.’

[taweyla]

'well if you had actually listened to me, we wouldn’t be in this mess.’ / @skysith​

[ohisms]

↪       𝑴𝑶𝑵𝑶𝑳𝑶𝑮𝑼𝑬 𝑨𝑻 𝟑 𝑨.𝑴   .    (  a  series  of  sentence  starters  from  sylvia  plath’s  “ the collected poems ” .  adjust  phrasing  as  necessary .)

my mendings itch .  there’s nothing to do .

what ceremony of words can patch the havoc ?

stop crying .  open your hand .

it is a terrible thing ,  to be so open .

i am too pure for you or anyone .

it’s easy to blame the dark .

how free it is ,  you have no idea how free .

it must be one or the other of us .

it was a kind of marriage ,  being so close .

nobody sees us .

i couldn’t sleep for a week .

it is comfortable ,  for a change ,  to mean so little.

tell me i’m here .

your room is lousy with flowers .

now i resemble a sort of god .

nobody can tell what i lack .

i suppose it’s pointless to think of you at all .

i can stay awake all night ,  if need be .

this is not what i meant .

i can’t get it out of my mind .

when you kick me out ,  that’s what i’ll remember .

i wasn’t fooled .  i knew you at once .

if the moon smiled ,  she would resemble you .

your clear eye is the one absolutely beautiful thing .

perfection is terrible .

i do not trust the spirit .

one day ,  it won’t come back .

they will wonder if i was important .

oh god ,  i am not like you .

there is no stopping it .

we have come so far ,  it’s over .

tonight will be ,  in every respect ,  like every other night .

that’s how you always talk before we start .

if i didn’t trust you at this ,  i wouldn’t trust myself .

at least i feel less dread of the world beyond ours .

i admit it :  i’m afraid .

don’t be so smart .

i dreamed of doing it ,  and now it’s done .

earth is my haunt .

what manner of business are you on ?

perhaps you’ve late quitted heaven ?

i shall never grow old .

sugar can cure everything .

is there no way out of the mind ?

there are no trees or birds in this world .

this is what i am made of ,  this and terror .

why is it so quiet ,  what are they hiding ?

this is what it is to be complete .

is he wearing pajamas or an evening suit ?

the police love you ,  you confess everything .

is my life so intriguing ?

where are you going that you suck breath like mileage ?

you flicker .  i cannot touch you .

if i could bleed ,  or sleep !  if my mouth could marry a hurt like that !

what did they know that i didn’t ?

you say you can’t stand her .

i’m doped and thick from my last sleeping pill .

you are ill .

you are so exhausted .

i can’t communicate .

we’re here on a visit .

where do you stash your knife ?

what sort of scenery is it ?

you know who you hate .

pure ?  what does it mean ?

i am not subtle .

right now you are dumb ,  and i love your stupidity .

i know why you won’t give it to me .  you’re terrified .

is it impossible for you to let something go and have it whole ?

must you kill what you can ?

there is one thing i want today ,  and only you can give it to me .

it won’t hurt .

do away with it altogether .

are you our sort of person ?

i have always been scared of you .

i didn’t call you .  i didn’t call you at all .

there is nothing between us .

seven hours knocked out of my right mind .

i am myself .  that is not enough .

i dream of someone else entirely .

we should meet in another life .

it was an accident .

you know what lies are for .

dying is an art ,  like everything else .

how far is it now ?

do not accept it .  it’s not genuine .

i am so stupidly happy .

eternity bores me ,  i never wanted it .

[taweyla]

it is three a.m. the lamp above hums its glow down on her, layla holds a knuckle to her mouth, her legs folded up atop the chair. reasonings tangle and knot inside her chest, tightening around her lungs. she growls, snatching her phone beside her and standing up as she dials his number once again, but the door opens. the sight of the state of who walks through bloom her anxieties.    ‘oh my god.’    she rushes toward him, eyes going over every injury she can see. it occurs to layla that this is the worst injuries she’s seen on them, marc always had the suit to protect him. but the suit was gone.    ‘sit down. i’ll get the first aid kit.’    / @luneknights​

[taweyla]

ta.weret’s the baddest bitch

[taweyla]

marc.

@taweyla​​  said   :   ❛  this is where i am, and this is where i’ll stay.  ❜

          his  hand  holds  onto  hers,    fingers  gentle  as  they  intertwine.    in  a  way,    it’s  an  act  of  worship.    devotion.    marc  has  given  up  every  single  part  of  himself  to  her  now,    laid  himself  bare  across  her  hands    —    there  are  no  secrets  now,    nothing  kept  behind  walls  and  left  vague,    up  to  interpretation.    he  has  made  himself  as  honest  as  possible,    because  it  is  what  she  deserves.

          this  is  where  she  is.    he  finds  himself  asking,    ❝    is  there  room  for  me,    too    ?    ❞    if  this  is  where  you  are  staying,    could  i  stay  here  next  to  you    ?

deep brown eyes flutter across his face, a sparkling reflection of her warm of heart. the years spent together, the days held in each other’s arms. layla slips a hand out of his to place it on his cheek, a smile curling open like morning petals.   he never understands, does he? he doesn’t know how much she cares for him.

‘ you’re where i’m staying. ’    a pause, a breath. her hand slides to the back of his head, she leans forward and presses her cheek against his and closes her eyes. one gentle kiss to his ear before she slips away to look in his eyes once more.   ‘ why don’t you ever get it? i choose you, marc. ’

[taweyla]

starter? anybody want some starters?

[taweyla]

starter? anybody want some starters?

[taweyla]

so hot when la.yla’s dumb and reckless