from the fires.

  𝙻𝙾𝚆 𝙰𝙲𝚃𝙸𝚅𝙸𝚃𝚈 𝙼𝚄𝙻𝚃𝙸𝙼𝚄𝚂𝙴   /   𝐁𝐘 𝐂𝐎𝐓𝐘.

[undonesa]

new blog is @ruinuous! threads will be continued there ♥

[undonesa]

‘    it’s kinda nauseating,  you know.    ’    it comes across unexpectedly challenging,  but silas doesn’t relent;  it’s not in his nature,  too much like his grandfather,  impulsive and unrestrained.    ‘    seeing you with him.  not in a “he’s boring and you can do better” way ---- even if he is boring ---- but because..  i mean,  do i gotta say it?    ’    /    @constantwar

[undonesa]

he’s vaguely impressed,  though the arch of his brow suggests otherwise;  boredom rests there,  in the dip of his lip as he stitches together a frown.    ‘    not fun that way.    ’    muttering a word and gaining whatever you desire--  it’s offensive,  franco thinks,  though perhaps it’s nothing more than jealousy;  he’s unable to discern one emotion from the other.    ‘    hot-wiring,  actually ssss-stealing,  that’s fun.    ’    /    @constantwar

[undonesa]

‘    ----i used it t-to break this guy’s fist.    ’    he’s referencing his nose,  bloodied and swelling;  franco’s mouth displays a twisted version of a grin,  caked in red.    ‘    stop lo-looking at me like that.  please.    ’    /    @constantwar

[richardmaddan]

[memetaped]

slice of life starters prompts featuring slice of life scenarios. 

i made your favorite.   

i’ll be right here when you’re ready to talk. 

hey there, you gave me quite a scare. 

you’re warm. are you feeling okay?

you got a little something on your face. 

shh, shh. you’re sick. accidents happen.

would a hug make it better?

watch the attitude.

don’t you know how much i love you?

you’ll always be my kid. nothing will change that.

come over here and give me a hug.

you’ll always be my family. nothing will change that.

this is how you tie a tie. 

you are enough. 

i love you. don’t forget that.

nice try, but i know you’re awake.

it’s amazing! i’m so proud of you.

you’re grounded.

pinky promise?

don’t say that about yourself.

you were so brave.

everything okay? you were talking in your sleep.

go to your room.

please tell me what’s bothering you.

it’s way past your bedtime.  

honey, it’s important to tell me these things. 

you come up with the best ideas.

we’re out of (food / drink item). 

you’re sick. you need to stay in bed. 

you were exhausted. i had to carry you to bed. 

is that a flashlight under your pillow?

slow down. start from the beginning.

is this movie too scary for you?

that wasn’t very nice.

i didn’t know that. i’m sorry.

[undonesa]

@sabortooths:  ❝ i’m here for you. ❞

are we power rangers or are we friends is a distant echo on the edge of their thoughts.  they think too often about that night,  how they were unable to offer up an answer then;  mind consumed with impending doom,  skin dotted with bruises,  the weight of leadership heavy on their soul.  the latters are still present,  though for the time being,  the former’s been averted;  there’s room to breathe,  to exist.  space for these moments,  so vital however small;  they cling to these,  commit to memory the inflection of her voice,  the phantom smile that possesses her mouth.

jason rubs at tender bruises dotting their forearms like constellations,  purple and blue;  then they smile themself before their expression transfixes into a mask of feigned severity.

‘    pretty sincere of you,  trini.  you’re not sick or anything,  right?  no fever?  if i need to take you to a hospital,  let me know----    ’

[femcassidy]

due to personal reasons i will be performing vigilante justice 

[undonesa]

@constantwar:  ❛❛ let me take you out on a date. ❜❜

‘    a date.    ’    jude echoes it back,  eyes bright with a smile.  he’s been searching for the courage to propose the same,  but he’s neither unhappy nor surprised that jason managed it first;  rather,  there’s relief,  knowing that their casual back-and-forth has been the contrary of casual.  he leans in to jason until their mouths are only inches apart;  then,  softly,  jude seeks out an exploratory kiss,  lips meeting for a moment before withdrawing.

‘    ----that’s a yes,  if you need to hear it.    ’

[undonesa]

SABORTOOTHS:

you wouldn’t like it is the natural response,  the thing that almost reaches parted lips.      once,  she’d loathed the judgement she’d receive from anyone that happened to overhear the music blaring from her headphones,  the constant comments she’d hear from her mother,  to the point where she’d just refuse to answer such a question.      now,  she just doesn’t care.     rather than giving a verbal answer,  trini just opens the music app on her phone,  choosing a song at random—       the sounds that follow are loud,  especially when considering they’re often played at nearly full volume in both ears,  guitars,  drums,  and eventually,  screaming.      

jude’s unable to his conceal his surprise,  heavy in his eyes,  molding his mouth into a vague o shape.  his playlists rarely stray from 90s-early 00s pop and defunct boy-bands,  with the wayward my chemical romance hit or three,  though the two are hardly comparable;  none of it’s ever made his stomach twist like this does.  he searches for the appeal,  strains his ears to discern any words,  but all attempts fall short;  jude’s eye twitches as his head dips in a meager shake;  he exhales a nervous snort.

‘    interesting,    ’    is all he accomplishes,  though he’s content,  because it’s truthful.

[undonesa]

CONSTANTWAR:

franco’s words are almost like background noise—     heard,  but just out of focus.      his attention is pulled toward the flame instead,  chest tightening from the sight.      it’s been years   —    two months shy of seven,  to be exact   —   and still,  he itches with discomfort.      it’s not noticeable to an untrained eye,  unease shown only in the subtle clenching of ace’s jaw,  in the brushing of scarred palm against harsh denim.      he’s gotten better with it,  forcing himself to,  setting fire to corpse after corpse,  trying to prove to himself that he’s in control.      perhaps it’s only because,  this time,  he’s not,  that he finds it so unnerving to witness.  

ace just barely catches the point,   blinking once,  twice,  before giving an indignant scoff.       ‘        maybe.       if you take back the part about me being stupid.      ’

it’s a fair request to make. franco knows he can’t be stupid-- delusional, perhaps, afflicted with some terminal god complex or maybe just old-fashioned insanity, and stupid’s so far from an apt descriptor it’s infuriating. the insult serves as nothing more than an attempt at antagonizing; he excels at that, typically unaided, but there are times when he labors for it, seeking out fights. he doesn’t know why. just an attempt to satiate the anger that’s compacted in his chest, engulfing his lungs and his heart; he’s all rotted inside from it, he thinks. 

(it steals his breath and consumes his mind until he’s spitting out vitriol that smolders like the fire in his veins.)

franco’s lip juts outward in a pout; he pulls a heart-shaped sucker from the front of his jeans, tearing into the plastic with crooked teeth; it rests against his tongue, saccharine sweet cherry pooling on tastebuds.

‘    maybe you’re not,    ’    he says; it’s less an admission and more compromise.    ‘    prove it.    ’

[vhsmeme]

* love ♥ starters

‘ want me to stay? ’

‘ we’re almost home. ’

‘ you should be in bed. ’

‘ we can share it.’

‘ stay there. i’m coming to get you. ’

‘ shh, shh. you were dreaming. ’ 

‘ grab my hand. ’

‘ i’m just going to pick you up. ’

‘ everything okay? ’

‘ i won’t leave you behind. ’

‘ don’t worry. better out than in. ’

‘ who did that to you? ’ 

‘ sit down and rest. ’

‘ sweetie, i would never think that. ’

‘ come lay down in my lap. ’

‘ i know you think you’re all alone out there, but you’re not. ’

‘ call me when you get home. ’

‘ we should change those bandages. ’

‘ you’re safe here. ’

‘ honey… ’

‘ of course we love you. ’

‘ wait here. i’ll go run a bath for you. ’

‘ take my bed for tonight. ’

‘ i promise. ’ 

‘ you’re always welcome here. ’

‘ don’t talk like that. ’

‘ bad dream? ’

‘ talk to me. ’  

‘ it’s okay to cry. ’

‘ you need to be more careful.’

‘ we should hug this out. ’

‘ i worry about you. ’

‘ can i hold your hand? ’ 

‘ because i care about you. ’

‘ it made me think of you. ’ 

‘ take care of yourself. ’

‘ put your seatbelt on. ’ 

‘ where did you go? ’ 

‘ i didn’t mean to worry you. ’

‘ i made breakfast. ’

‘ sing something for me? ’

‘ open it and find out. ’

‘ how long have you been like this? ’

‘ you look nice. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ close your eyes and try to get some rest. ’

‘ focus on my voice. ’ 

‘ i meant every word. ’

‘ i was here all night. ’

‘ look both ways before you cross. ’

‘ you don’t have to talk. ’ 

‘ this is your favorite, right? ’

‘ you’ll feel better in the morning. ’

‘ you have a nice laugh. ’

‘ here, take my jacket. ’

‘ you could stay here. with me. ’

‘ we’ll figure it out together. ’

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

[undonesa]

disdain is circumvented by necessity,  but mistrust still burns like his fire in his dark eyes,  as harsh and deadly.  across fingers,  a minuscule flame dances,  too inattentive to be threatening;  something like a compulsion,  its presence offering comfort.    ‘    i don’t wanna be here,  dude,    ’    he starts;  it’s dull,  befitting his admission.  franco’s hand curls into a fist,  the flame stretching to surround it---  it burns bright for a beat before extinguishing itself,  reduced to curls of smoke.    ‘    but all my fr-riends are preoccupied,  so.    ’    “friends” is synonymous with siblings,  each of whom are busied with prior engagements;  there’s a sour look in his eyes at the thought.

‘    i’m not sss-stupid enough to break the law on my ow-own.  you’re stupid enough to h-h-h-help.  so.  want to?  help.    ’    /    @constantwar,  ace.

[undonesa]

AENARCHS:

❛  HOW DO YOU SAY   …   BURGER ?  ❜     in standard kazimir fashion,   before the basics,   before hello,   & goodbye               he asks about food.   the essentials,   in his world.     ❛  & how do you say no pickles ?  ❜ 

there’s already a smile forming,  a laugh rising in his throat;  not the introduction he’d expected to give,  but he’ll comply nonetheless.    ‘    hamburger is----    ’    baby’s hands clasp together,  similar to the beginning motion of a clap,  then reverses it;  he repeats the action twice,  once,  slowly,  for demonstration,  then again,  more rapid-fire,  for accuracy.    ‘    and i,  uh...  i actually don’t know that one.  you can spell it out,  though.  that’s foolproof.    ’

[undonesa]

HISOWNANCHOR:

❝     when was the last time you slept?    ❞

‘    i’m fine,  scott.    ’    bloodshot eyes would suggest otherwise.  beneath the power of their coin,  they’re still human in their heart;  exhaustion’s still able to take its toll,  regardless of how well they pretend otherwise.    ‘    promise.    ’

[dailydeadlyclass]

#smart-ass