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@withinluck
i’m back, bitches.
BIBCH UR RLY OUT HERE
i wasn’t about to let you win
full offence but fuck zander
holy FUCK i completely disappeared i am so sorry but uhhhhhh i might come back here? maybe. i haven’t stopped developing cheng but idk if i want to bring him to tumblr or not bc... this place is a shithole & idk yet
okay! i think that’s enough for this session. i’ve finished some of those starters & asks, & i also started on some of the drafts i have. i have also updated the rules & i have added a few minor things to cheng’s overall bio. please make sure to check the rules once over to make sure you’re updated! i’m going to fuckin bed now
où le loup trouve un agneau,
THE BURNT CHILD DREADS THE FLAME.
il y en cherce un nouveau.
a king / that was what he was used to being. whether it was in the hospital or among the jiangshi, it was cheng that knew it all — he was accustomed to having the upper hand & he hadn’t let it go just yet, even as he sat on standby waiting for a stupid wounded investigator to show up. they’d ought to be there any second now / but the stench that lingered nearby didn’t seem to be moving from it’s spot any time soon — what an idiot. ❛ hey, mr.ghoul, you better get goin’. they’ll be here soon, no reason to hang ‘round here anymore — so, shoo. ❜
@falsequerade | starter call.
’ slow down. listen, please hear me. ’ hey ugle
crash. slow down, he said / no, cheng would crash like he was meant to. the ghoul would shake & he would tremble in shock & he’d let the airbag push the stale air from his lungs with a force no weaker than that of a god & he prayed that it would kill him / get rid of me, get rid of me — before i get rid of myself. no one answered him / only the clank of his chains against the hospital bed, the rustles of lab coats as the nurses walked away from cheng’s room.
his head turned towards the voice that was speaking / or he tried to, anyway. kris’ voice was an echo to him, something faraway that rang in his head & he thrashed to find it / his nails dug deep in skin & he shook, & he shook, & he shook until he found himself to be staring at his frightened faced in the reflection of the red sun visor he’d come to detest —listen / i’m trying / please hear me / i’m trying.
but suddenly the frightened face was no longer his own but of the person he’d been seeking / what a relief — but why couldn’t he calm down? this was a good thing – it meant the worst of it was over. there was no reason for his eyes to still be seeing blurs. ❛ kris, ❜ cheng spoke softly, broken syllables spilling from his lips / the brake of the d string on a violin during a vibrato — what a sight.
❛ ——i can hear you, kris, ❜ the ghoul assured, speaking messily as his tongue sliced open against his teeth / the rush of his own blood down his throat soothed his aches.. ‘ i can hear you, i can hear you. i can’t see you very well, but i can hear you / so calm down, yeah? calm down. ❜
murder ballad starters | accepting.
his head ached, & doggedly so. cheng had sat here for hours, staring, twisting a turning this rubix cube of understanding in order to finally get something that made sense — something that wasn’t just a bundle of random colors on a platform. the ghoul just about had it with the question he’d pondered on for so long ( to be or not to be? — there were no such poetry on his tongue / only battery acid. ) & it burned through his nostrils, too / whatever that thing was, it had an aroma that was foreign to him, almost like affection but odorous, rosemary & something... warm ( he’d say it smelled like home but he never smelt such a thing / he never knew it — it was nonexistent to him. ) the best he could do was say that the being smelt the same way he felt when he was feeding on a human — comfortable.
OUCH, OUCH, OUCH / what a twisted sense of contentedness cheng knew. it stung, the things he knew to be comfortable was not his mother or his lack of one, but instead the burn of the serum when his father had put the needle in his hip. so why was it that the ghoul felt as if he were standing in one of frances lavender fields when he was sitting in a busy cafe in the middle of a foreign city, analyzing some person he knew not of? why was it that, while he found this scent to be like a warm blanket on the coldest night, he was fucking disgusted by it, too? / beneath the cinnamon he smelt rotten flesh — or was it tomatoes? he didn’t care. cheng didn’t give a single fuck as he stood up & followed the being out of the building.
—— no, he didn’t care much about how ominous it actually was / the carnivore only cared to know why this person smelt so much like the gasoline that burnt his only home down & why he felt so consoled by it. ❛ yah, you — ‘urn around for a minute, i have some questions to ask ya.❜
@spraypaintpunk | starter call.
antrofago replied to your post: dad
STOP WITH THE CHENG TO CHENG SHIT I WHEEZED
I CAN’T STOP HE FITS IT SO WELL
MURDER BALLAD: A NEW MUSICAL LYRICS SENTENCE STARTERS.
’ someone’s gonna die. ’
’ from new york to berlin come stories of true love gone awry. ’
’ we all want to touch the flames but not get burned. ’
’ there’s always a killer so logically someone has to die. ’
’ you’re brighter than the sun and i revolve around you. ’
’ after three years it became clear, with close inspection, no one’s perfection. ’
’ aren’t you scared you’ll say, when you’re old and gray, a better life has passed you by? and i’d be the reason why. ’
’ free will and fate both play their part. ’
’ trust no one. stay on guard. ’
’ i don’t want the sun, i’m safer in the static. ’
’ it’s two a.m., i’m drunk again. ’
’ what did you come here for if you don’t wanna kiss? doesn’t anybody want to kiss me? ’
’ is your heart broken? did mamma ever tell you, bad boys, they don’t stay? ’
’ all men are assholes. ’
’ shut up and kiss me, ___. ’
’ slow down, baby. quiet your mind. ’
’ come on, let me ease your troubled mind. ’
’ sleep. that’s what we do at night. ’
’ don’t pretend that things are alright. ’
’ don’t make me a promise. people take those away. ’
’ i don’t want anyone to love me — but i do want you to stay. ’
’ i will conquer this damn city. ’
’ won’t fall in love again, no, never again. ’
’ a baby changes everything. ’
’ you don’t understand. you will never understand. ’
’ slow down. listen, please hear me. ’
’ you, you are the morning. you start each day anew. ’
’ i’m trying but this darkness won’t let go of me. ’
’ how did i become so useless in this time and place? ’
’ oh, god. i love her smile. ’
’ things got turned around, fucked-up mistakes that broke us down. ’
’ man, don’t be a fool. she’s not coming back for you. ’
’ i had a dream of us in our sixties. was a cold winter night in new york city, walking down a cobbletone street. empty, but you were holding my hand, smiling at me. ’
’ a kiss like a mouth tattoo burns in me and i don’t know what i’ll do. ’
’ but if i choose to scald my story, does it mean that i’m in love with you? ’
’ let me count the ways i love you, and then i’ll count the ways i don’t. ’
’ she’s the kind of pretty to scare the words away. ’
’ drop the briefcase, grab a cup of coffee, talk romantic poets. ’
’ their words are yours to build upon. ’
’ don’t forget the thing. ’
’ you walked in and chipped out a little piece of my heart. ’
’ stopped clock, doors locked, let’s shut the world out. ’
’ i never knew a sound could ease my pain until i heard your voice speak my name. ’
’ don’t stop, but don’t say that you love me. ’
’ tears look so damn beautiful glistening on the screen, but no one thinks they’re pretty in a real-life crying scene. ’
’ if you’re awake, we can talk. ’
’ we could stay in bed all day just like we used to do. ’
’ don’t ask how long. we’re built for longing. ’
’ we all want the sun and skies. ’
’ maybe a baby or two. a better life, i promise you. ’
’ you and me were made for wanting. we’re always gonna want for something. ’
’ i’m only here to say goodbye. we both know the reasons why. ’
’ i fucked up, and i’m to blame. i’m gonna right this wrong. ’
’ where are you? answer me. ’
’ i don’t love you. i love ___, not you. ’
’ i’ve always been in love with you, i’d do anything that you asked me. don’t leave me. ’
’ we are two cats in a fishbowl. we are two dogs in a boneyard. ’
’ you belong to me. ’
’ so many alibis. go on, choose your lies. ’
’ i know how happy we could be. what the hell was wrong with me? ’
’ i’ll start my whole life up brand new. ’
’ you haven’t aged a single day. ’
’ don’t say a word. don’t wanna hear your lies, don’t you even try. ’
’ little by little, i knew something was wrong. ’
’ does this life bore you? did you have to get away? ’
’ you know we love you more than anything. ’
’ go ahead, now cry. ’
’ they think they can return to when they were younger. like life was better. ’
’ right now i feel like i could do anything i wanna do. ’
’ i wanna watch them bleed. i’ll use my imagination and walk on it — broken glass, throats are slashed, their blood splattered on the wall. ’
’ playtime is over, i’m not playing, i’m done playing. ’
’ you’re mine and i’m yours. ’
’ blood looks so damn beautiful. scarlet on the screen. ’
’ it don’t take much to die. ’
’ i can say ‘cuz i was there: love and war are never fair. ’
’ please, look at me. turn around and look at me. ’
’ go on then, walk away. you’re better off without me. ’
’ please don’t say goodbye. ’
’ before you walk away, if you ever loved me, please just hold me. ’
’ you’re far too good for me. i know how much you loved me. ’
’ no one ever gets forever. only days. ’
’ i’m not erasable. ’
’ he was mine and i was his. that’s the truth, i swear it is. ’
pokes
cheng stared at the girl for a moment, frowning, nose wrinkling in DISGUST as her scent assaulted his nostrils without mercy / an odor all too similar to a dynasty soldier that fought to his knees for his king due to strained devout— loyalty didn’t exist in anything besides death.
a smile of fiber glass replaced his from almost as fast as it had come. ❛ i sugges’ you keep ‘hose fingers to yourself if you don’ wan’ ‘em in my stomach. men are scary, you know — lil ladies should keep ‘heir hands in ‘heir mother’s. ❜
dad
—— disgusting. ❛ i’m not your fucking dad, kris. i know yours lef' you but, ‘rust me, i would have too. ❜
i finally dragged my ass out of my death bed
Kpop idol : *raps* wakey wakey eggs and bakey
Kpop fans: Nicki Minaj who? Jay Z who? When will a western rapper ever?!!!
@withinluck I CHOKED
y’all... i think that’s enough for today sjsj if i do anything else it’ll probably turn into shit posting so! it’s time to go on mobile and wreak havoc on twitter. i do still have starters for @spraypaintpunk, @falsequerade, and @fatetorn, so like if i don’t do those tomorrow, just kick my ass or something djksfa
