#┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN

[egotisticle]

@wolfvirago​:  ❝ I have no choice. ❞  +  💔 (it's tradition at this point for me to send this meme to you every time it appears)  🡲  6.  an   a  kiss  as  a  warning.

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt  ( no longer accepting )  +  A FUCKED UP KISSING MEME

       EXCORCISE THE LIGHT ! EXORCISE THE BURDEN OF A PROTAGONIST !

     CATALYZED  by an  innocuous  turn of the captain’s head, the control room had abruptly succumbed to darkness’ contagion. gone was the head engineer and any semblance of the fire on the main control panel. emergency protocols over the intercoms had been  muzzled,  smothered by a muffled filter which  garbled  its words and further accentuated a paradoxical dreamscape of  familiarity  and  unfamiliarity. surrounding sounds weren’t synced to any obvious source and gave cause for discombobulation. not even the hundreds of candles upon the floor seemed to provide an adequate amount of  illumination  against the thick blanket of shadows draped over the environment. in spite of the limitations, however, the multitude of papers plastered on the walls were bathed in the flames’  warm  glow and their contents could be espied with closer inspection --- several  scribbled  warnings, many  condemnatory  remarks, and  thousands  of tally marks.

     ❝ after everything you’ve been through, is that truly your epiphany ?  have you finally been blessed with enlightenment ? ❞

     every decision and every subsequent branch that had been  spawned  from its initiative was accounted for. each variable was documented somewhere in the room to unify all possibilities in a rare occasion of singularity. the stirring of rustled papers heralded the suited being’s  delayed  appearance, deft fingers dragging along the wall to catch against the papers’ edges and trigger their  untimely  descent. in spite of the disorderly conduct, however, the walls still appeared to be wallpapered by copies that existed beneath the surface documents. no matter how many fell or were  stripped  away, the ship’s walls remained covered with reminders of  lost  and  forgotten  timelines.  

     ❝ on the contrary, i firmly believe that you do have a choice. you chose to help instead of harm and you chose to reset when circumstances looked too bleak. you’ve also  maimed  and  hurt, even if you haven’t realized it yet. you can choose what’s best for you, what’s most interesting to you. you can choose to be a  saviour  or someone’s  downfall. whether or not those choices actually matter in the grand scheme of everything --- well, that’s a  different  question entirely. ❞

     a  phantom  touch preluded the physical connection, one arm coiling around her torso from the back while the other wrapped to hike higher up the line of her body with  serpentine  fluidity. fingers fit themselves loosely around the column of the captain’s throat and gently directed the head upwards, a hum laden with  white  noise  reverberating throughout the room. the embrace kept the captain  captive, pressed  flush  against the being with little room while they both faced forward towards the wall of fluttering papers. words’ intonation was low like a  whisper, born from deep within a hollow chest yet velvet smooth when delivered near her ear. there was no opportunity for  escape  and there was no  choice  to be made --- only when it was too late did the  fly  finally realize how tightly entangled in the  spider’s  web  it was.  

                     ALWAYS RUNNING IN CIRCLES !    ALWAYS RUNNING UPHILL !

     ❝ tell me, have you ever considered the possibility that someone else on this ship has the same  luxury  as you ?  they’re someone  familiar, someone  different  than the rest, someone who  cares, yet someone who  doesn’t  have your best interests at heart. if you should cross paths with  [ REDACTED ], keep an eye on them. their actions  matter  more than you think. ❞

     with one hand keeping her head still and his head lowering down, their height difference was rendered null as their lips met.  ardor  fueled the kiss and the cosmos itself was hers to taste. pale hands’ grip kept them in their picturesque pose, reminiscent of two people torn apart by  extraordinary  circumstances and a  passion  that wove itself within the fabric of time. the  susurrous  choir of static and ringing grew louder around them until it  harmonized  to a single note, held suspended in the air even as all the candles simultaneously blew out and the  darkness  engulfed them both.

     their tryst had reached its end  too  soon  but before reality righted itself to resume the captain’s previous path, one last  sentiment  was voiced to denote the entity’s departure. while words were a little clipped and bounced around the chamber, no  mistake  could be made as to what was said.

                                      ❝ as always, it was a  pleasure  seeing you again,  captain. ❞

#wolfvirago #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #long post for ts #((set within robin's y/n space verse. of course)) #((two ask replies for the price of one)) #((and it doubles as a NYE ask))

[feilien]

@draconisa  said: “" i didn't know where else to go... "” {♚ x Meme I am too lazy to find right now || Accepting x}

 It was somewhat late, and Matt had only just taken a break from studying to cook himself something to eat, lest he waste away after not eating for a few hours. He’d hardly gotten any of his prep done, when there’d been a knock on his door. Not necessarily an alarming thing in and of itself, but despite a couple of years having passed, he still remained paranoid for fear of being found. And he simply wasn’t expecting anyone, let alone at this time.

 For a moment, he considered ignoring it. Perhaps someone had put in the wrong apartment number for a delivery? But what if that wasn’t the case, and any second someone was about to kick in the door with him woefully underprepared. So he tightened his grip around the knife still in his hand, and slowly, warily, made his way over to the door.

 A quick look through the peephole, however, had his whole body relax and him sigh in relief. No delivery person, and no thugs out to get him. But then alarm bells went off yet again, and he quickly opened the door. “Daenerys? What— Is everything alright?”

 " i didn't know where else to go... "

 There was no hesitation as he stepped aside, both confused and worried. “Come in. What’s wrong?”

#{♚ x A bird does not sing because it has an answer. It sings because it has a song [ANSWERED] x} #draconisa #Listen... I know you sent this in before we had this Au but.. I thought it was perfect lol #Very funny you were sending in new ones while I was writing this though #ANYWAY. I left it intentionally very very vague in terms of is Rhaego is with her or not #Do with that what you will :)) #{♚ x v; All we can do is move forward‚ against all odds‚ into the uncertain future [MAIN AU] x}

[greedbent]

@yukikorogashi || liked for a starter! [Blood // Water – grandson]

“Look me in my eyes,” he demanded, what could've been something soft and concerned from most anyone else coming out like the crackle of ice in too warm of water. Kaz dipped the crow's beak of his cane beneath the girl's chin, steering her wide and youthful gaze up to his. He surveyed her face in a breath of silence: the indomitable spirit she exuded, the convincing front. His head tilted, next words lower and quieter than before: “Tell me everything's not fine.”

#yukikorogashi #〣♚{ v: main } #〣♚{ prose } #am i blessed every day i get to write something for any of becky's muses? u-u mORE LIKELY THAN YOU THINK #but omg i was about to say that apparently ur muses are the lucky winners of the “manhandling” aspect but uhm #i guess this wouldn't REALLY COUNT since it's not rough and he's not actually touching her #just kinda... :|c still asserting his dominance in some way-- #dfhnjaodga REGARDLESS... 8') #he sees through your lies itsuki u-u he knows you're out here putting on a very good show of strength #aND GIRL IS STRONG AF LBR BUT YKNOW ;; #everyone's gotta break down eventually-- #aaaaa ty for sending this in my bestie! ;w; i appreciate it!

[royalarms]

she'd had to keep her gift of homemade chocolates in a valentine's themed tin in the fridge set aside for the crownsguard during her shift. luckily, no one had taken it ( though someone had exclaimed a loud "who's guppy?" in the breakroom after seeing the name she'd written on the tag, no one had seemed to notice her sudden blush --- she couldn't exactly just write noctis on there, now could she? ), & she was free to find noctis, present in hand. ❛ hey, i have something for you. ❜ came her gentle greeting as she passed the tin from her hands to his. ❛ they're nothing fancy, but i hope you like them anyways. ❜ boldness didn't often come easily to tifa, especially within the citadel, where anyone could turn the corner & bear witness & get the wrong idea ( though tifa herself had reconciled with the realization that she didn't want it to be the wrong idea ). but, today was special. a day where she felt as though she could proudly wear her heart on her sleeve. & so, with little hesitation, she rose up to her toes to press a kiss to noctis' cheek. ❛ happy valentine's day. ❜

⸻ @starshcwer .

a long day spent training and studying foreign affairs has worn him tired of existence . he wanders the citadel that looms over him with its expectation of him , and the cold discomfort of the air brings goosebumps to his arms . should've brought a jacket , he thinks to himself , but it's too late now . he should know by now the temperatures of this place , but he'd almost overslept in the morning , so time was of the essence . couldn't go back and grab one . all things considered , it is the end of the day , so he prepares himself to leave , searching a bit aimlessly for the door . he finds little comfort in the daunting walls and pillars that watch him , but the place is still as nostalgic as ever . holds a lot of memories . some he'd keep . some he'd rather not remember .

he's lost in his thoughts as he silently traipses toward the gates that help guard this place when his quiet is interrupted a familiar 'hey' . he'd know that voice anywhere . tifa . she seems to move with nervous haste , and noctis , albeit confused , is accepting of whatever is going on here . it doesn't take long for his questions to go answered , however , as she presses the warm tin to his palm , and it's a stark contrast to the cold that captured him .

his mouth opens slightly as if to respond , but his words elude him . instead , he stands there for a moment , averting his eyes from tifa's and pretending to observe the casing of chocolates more closely ; it seemed better than locking gazes . his cheeks darken to a shade of pink , and it crawls its way to his ears ; he feels them burning . thank the gods his hair covers enough of it . he hopes she doesn't notice .

then he swallows . audibly . ❛ no way , they're - ❜ and her lips press against his cheek , and suddenly the cold escapes him completely . ❛ nice . . . ❜ he attempts to finish his sentence , but it almost sounds as though he's created an entirely new thought with the word .

awkward . he closes his eyes for a second and tries to recollect himself ; everyone probably just saw that , and it's not so much about the whole view of the public eye thing , but more about his shyness when it came to public displays of affection . he crosses his arms and shifts his lean to his better leg , composing himself into something more confident . ❛ uh . swing by later ? got somethin' i wanna show you . ❜

he doesn't realize he didn't say thank you . he'll make it up to her soon .

#starshcwer #valentine's day mention #♚ * ic ; 'til the daylight dies . #♚ * v ; main i . #they make me ummmm. normal?

[diviniadiaboli]

VERSE TAGS

#♚ | V; Now I gotta wake it up ; the devil in me. ( Main. ) #♚ | V; Like a holy rolling stone ; back up to heaven all alone. ( Main 2. )

[yawnzzznnn]

Can you do a yandere quackity alphabet pls chupapi mew manure 😍😍😍❤️

♚Quackity yandere alphabet♚

♚Special thanks too: the dumb ass who requested this, Quackity

♚Note: legit my first time ever writing for quackity....

♚TW: yandere themes : toxic relationship : mentally ill Quackity : obsession : possessiveness : death : mentions of murder : cursing : dark themes : brief mention of suicide :

♚DISCLAIMER: do not read this if you are uncomfortable with yandere themes I have other works you can read or if your into kpop/kdramas don't hate on this no one is forcing you to read this if you are sensitive don't read this THIS IS ALL A WORK OF FICTION DO NOT ATTEMPT ANYTHING YOU READ IN THIS POST if someone is doing some of this stuff to you contact the police immediately DO NOT READ IF YOU ARE UNDER THE AGE OF 16!!!

10-28-23

A - allowing (how allowing are they?)

I feel like he's not as though as others would be, so he'll allow you to go outside, but he has to be there as well.

B - blackmail (did they blackmail there s/o?)

No he didn't, in his eyes your fragile, almost baby like, he didn't wanna do anything to harm you.

C - carving (do they carve there name into you? And where?)

No he doesn't, no matter how pissed he is at you, he refuses to harm you in anyway.

D - Dangerous (how dangerous are they?)

On the danger scale Quackity is about a 6, he's not super dangerous but he can be.

E - Exposed (How vulnerable are they when it comes to their s/o?)

Once he knows you're not going anywhere, he'll be more sensitive and, talk about personal things and, seek comfort in you.

F - favorite (there favorite place on there s/o)

Probably your hair....he loves playing with your hair.

G - Game (are they using there s/o as a pass time?)

Absolutely not, you're too fragile for that.

H - Hell (what's the worse they've done to there s/o?)

even tho, not as extreme as other yandere's would do, the worst he's done is lock you in a room for a week.

I - Ideals (what's there future plans with there s/o?)

Probably to keep you with him as long as possible, he doesn't want kids, he feels you won't be able to make it through child birth.

J - Jealousy (how jealous are they?)

On the jealousy scale he's about a 7, like he gets jealous and will kill the other person but once he sees you he forgets everything.

K - Killing (how many times will they kill for there s/o)

As many times as it takes.

L - Love (how in love are they?)

Head over heels in love with you, he fell in love with you the first time he saw you.

M - (how messy are they?)

He's very clean when he does his killings, he doesn't want you to find old blood.

N - No (what will they not allow there s/o to do?)

Go anywhere without him, it's his main rule.

O - Obsession (how obsessed are they?)

On the obsession scale he's about a 9, he does have pictures of you all over his walls. (not just the bedroom)

P - Possession (how possessive are they of there s/o?)

He'll let you wear what you want and, hang out with whoever, just don't break a rule and you'll be fine.

Q - Quit (if there s/o dies would they find someone else?)

If you die he dies.

R - Regret (do they feel guilty for the things they've done?)

When he sees you cry over something he's done, then he will remorse for the things he's done, but other than that nope.

S - Stamina (how long will they put up with there s/o acting up?)

Not long at all, the second you start acting up he'll put you in your place.

T - Tears (how do they feel about seeing their s/o scream, cry, and/or isolate themselves?)

He hurts more than you, once he sees you doing anything of the sorts, he'll stop everything immediately.

U - Unique (would they do anything different from the classic yandere?)

Other than letting you actually have a life that's not revolved around him, not really.

V - Vice (what weakness do they have for there s/o?)

When you get emotional, he can't stand it, unless its a good kind of emotional.

W - Wit’s end (would they ever hurt their s/o?)

Physically? No, Mentally? Absolutely.

X - Xoanon (To what length would they go to win their s/o over)

He'll go as far to change himself, physical appearance included.

Y - Yandere (what kind of Yandere are they?)

He's laid back, he allows you freedom, but as I mentioned, he always has to be around you.

Z - Zzz (Do they sleep around there s/o?)

Of course! He wanted to prove to you, he's completely normal and nothing wrong or messed up is going on in his head.

#qsmp quackity #quackity smp #quackity #quackity x reader #quackity x you #quackity x y/n #yandere content #yandere #yandere quackity #dsmp x reader #qsmp x reader

[insolitus-academy]

♚ //  Face Claim Full name Face Claim: Jung Taek-woon Group/Band/Occupation: VIXX Nationality: South Korean Faceclaim age: 29 ♚ // Character ;  Basic information

Quote: “I shut my eyes and all the world drops dead; I lift my eyes and all is born again.” – Sylvia Plath

Full name character: Jung Taekwoon Nickname: Leo, Tae Realm of birth(if earth, nationality): South Korea Age: 70 Date of Birth: 15/11/1950 Gender: Male Preferred Pronouns: He/Him/His or They/Them/Theirs Race: Arachna Sexual Orientation: Pansexual What languages does your character speak?: South Korean, Japanese, English What is the level of Korean and how did they learn to speak it (For non-Korean characters from other realms & other earth-countries): Fluent, and from his parents.

♚ // Character ; Appearance

Skin Color: Very pale, almost ghost-like Eye color: Black (not dark brown as many people assume, but literal black)

Piercings: 4 in ears (two in each ear), tongue

Scars: N/A Tattoos: N/A Hair color: Black Abnormalities:  Horns/ wings/ etc.: N/A Transformed form: Leo, in his transformed state reaches about 9ft from floor to the top of his head. When transformed, his eyes become fully black, sclera included, and his skin becomes as pale as snow. Black spots appear around his eyes (symbolic of the additional eyes of the spider), and he also has longer canines that are loaded with venom. His fingernails also become more claw like, and are also loaded with venom, although not with quite the same potency. The main change is his legs, which transforms into a huge version of a black widow spider – black, bulbous and shiny. His 8 legs are longer and more spindly than the average spider.  

♚ // Character ; Personality

Six personality traits: Calm, modest, reserved, cold, sadistic, aloof

Likes: writing, sushi, reading, nature walks, gardening Dislikes: large open spaces, silver, crowded (and loud) places, spicy food, rap music Manias: Leo is a collector; he collects anything that he finds pleasing. Currently, he collects; rocks, plants and frogs. Phobias: Silver, agoraphobia.  Animal: Siberian forest cat Religion: Buddhist

Favourite song: Broken People – Rag‘n’Bone man {https://www.youtube.com/watch?v=o9zRQijCN5w&list=LL&index=30} Vice: Pride

Virtue: Patience

Personality description: Leo can easily come across as aloof and generally uninterested from a distance, but that is not always the case; Leo’s favourite type of company is his own. He is not one to be unnecessarily mean or uncouth to students for no reason, but he can seem hard to approach. Under the cold exterior is just a man trying to figure himself out; who and what he is. Leo has an incredibly caring, almost paternal side that is open to anyone willing to work through his cold exterior. He is also a very loyal person, and has his students best interests at heart; he has been known to check on individual students welfare. He can also show his age a lot.

♚ // Character; Powers

Non-magical Powers: mixed martial arts, violin, green thumb

Weaknesses: 

-He is very allergic to silver; if it touches his skin for too long his skin will blister and swell.

-Leo’s spider form has very fragile parts, namely his legs.

-He can accidentally infect others with his venom when under emotional duress (for example, hitting someone and cutting them with his claws.)

♚ // Character ; The Teacher / Staff

Class: Alchemy Teaching style: Strict, but with a gentle hand.

Previous teaching experience: 10 years of teaching at a high school

OR Job they do: For example gardener, nurse or academy ghost. Previous job experience:

♚ // Character ; The Past

Date of Birth: 15/11/1950 Date of Death:N/A Crime Record: N/A

Has your character attended Insolitus Academy in the past? No Background:  Leo was initially born in a very small island off the coast of South Korea – where people with abilities were seen as boogeymen and demons, rather than actual people. As he transformed very early on, as a newborn – his biological parents put him up for a closed adoption at just a month old. In truth, his parents were scared of him, refusing to even call him their son, rather referring him to ‘that creature’.

The adoption agency (who were aware of what he was), transported him to the mainland, where after a year and a half in foster care, he was finally adopted by 2 loving mothers, who accepted him for who and what he was. His mothers never hid the fact that he was adopted, instead, they celebrated it as a ‘gotcha day’ (a second birthday essentially). Growing up, Leo was very quiet, shy and had very few friends as the children at his school were scared of him after a child from his hometown had told everyone his secret. This was not helped when one day when one particular child had stolen his lunch, breaking his favourite lunchbox in the process. In a flash of rage, Leo struck the child across the face, accidentally infecting him with the venom in his nails. The young child survived, if only barely…and no one dared bully him again. No one talked to him at all after that – Leo became a bookworm after that, losing himself in fantasy; a journey to forget his reality.

Leo is a very intelligent person and flew through high school with some of the highest grades of their year – his mothers were concerned though, as Leo had a non-existent social life, until, at the age of 16, he made his first true friend – her name was Baram, and she was never scared of Leo, or what he could do, and what he could become. They became inseparable as they grew, eventually dating and marrying at 35 - but with one distinct difference…. Leo began to age much slower after he had hit puberty (1 year for every 10), so while Leo kept a youthful appearance, Baram grew older and frailer, and Baram’s health began to fail her.

Teaching was something Leo had always been interested in, and as he had always had a slightly unnerving knack for chemistry (which was alchemy, but it was easier to explain as chemistry). He taught for years in the local high school but was forced to leave after 10 years, as his unchanging appearance had begun to cause concern. After he ‘retired’, Leo started on his other dream; to become an author. He chose to work from home, as Baram had become quite poorly in her old age – Leo wanted to be close so he could take care of her.

3 days after his 65th birthday, Baram passed away in her sleep, next to Leo – her heart had simply stopped. To say that Leo was heartbroken would be a gross understatement. Baram was his soulmate, his light… his happiness. Leo threw himself back into his books to try and distract him from the constant pain in his chest. When his loneliness was beginning to crush him, he came across an advertisement for an alchemy teacher in an academy he had only heard be talked about in hushed whispers. Sending away his application, he had no choice to open the door to the next chapter in his long, long life.

♚ // Roleplayer [ optional ]

Time zone: GMT: Edinburgh 

OOC! Triggers: Cancer

Themes/genres you like writing the most?: Angst, lewd

#Dark spawn #staff or teacher #submission #iacharacter #krp #leo

[egotisticle]

@lcvelj​: ❝ do you think the moon gets lonely? ❞

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt  ( no longer accepting )

     THE BLUE VELVET  sky beyond the window’s glass had invited the query with its otherworldly beauty, the lustre of the full moon vying for an audience even amidst a sea of  coruscating  stars. a trek across a multitude of universes had been a requisite for their  tryst  but the destination was well worth the cost. messages scribed by  auras  in the all-encompassing abyss could only gratify their yearning to a point, less of a substitute and more of an  aperitif  to the proverbial main course; a whetted appetite could only endure so much  temptation.

          the quality of time spent in-person was nothing short of  exquisite,  as was the fruition of the perennial suspense.

     from the darkness that had befallen her room had the entity taken shape to join her at the bedroom window, sleeved arms slow to embrace her from behind so as not to startle her while shadows disrobed him of their  obstructive  veil. the initial fervour of their reunion had simmered into a comfortable warmth, not unlike how the gem in her necklace had  dulled  in their close proximity.  characteristic  ringing  hid within the medley of noises outside, the walls breathing around them and the stifled  melody  of white noise. when she was with him, the being’s campaign against his human counterpart was adjourned until the  itch  manifested again. the exact moment in which they were brought together again was committed to memory -- the  first  touch,  the  first  breath, and the  first  kiss.  no instance was wholly the same and as lips bestowed a chaste kiss to the back of her neck, all felt  impossibly  still once more.

     ❝  all  great  and  precious  things can get lonely at times.  ❞  the quote’s recital was married with a smooth timbre, a near whisper that was further accentuated by layers of  dreamy  echoes. each disembodied voice represented one possibility out of an infinite quantity, ripped  asunder  from their respective place in time and space for the sake of theatrics. it was a testament to his presence, a tribute to her and his  obdurate  resolution to reunite with her over and over again.  ❝  after all, it can only  admire  the sun from afar ---- or perhaps it’s  content  as it is, in the  company  of the stars.  ❞

     pale fingers were slow to climb along the centre of her torso as the other upheld their hold, taking care to enjoy the journey before the eventual destination. the pad of his thumb mindfully brushed over the jewel’s  lusterless  surface, the gesture lending itself to a proposal which could quell her curiosity with an apodictic truth. their current reality succumbed to a shimmer and for a moment, the edges of the window and the  watercolour  sky seamlessly blended together. they could walk into the unknown hand-in-hand, experience all that the universe had to offer and  seize  opportunities that weren’t presented to the average human. she with the necklace, she could  follow  him where she once couldn’t, even a reality where the moon itself was  personified.  for now, they had all the time in the world to revel in the privilege of each other’s existence.  

                         WHERE DOES LOVE GO ?                                  ( WHEREVER YOU ARE. )

        ❝ should we ask it in-person ?  i imagine that visitors, in all their scarcity, must be quite the  luxury.  ❞

#lcvelj #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ − re: ❛ ᵐᵉᵐᵉˢ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #┊♚┊ − dyn. ❛ ˡᶜᵛᵉˡʲ ❜ / ɴᴏᴛʜɪɴɢ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴇᴠᴇʀ ᴅɪᴠɪᴅᴇ ᴜs ᴀɢᴀɪɴ #((they are so -- !)) #((i had to integrate the necklace at some point))

[egotisticle]

@lvckyflannel​​​: ❝ .. Was I just destined to be the most troubled person in the multiverse? I don't know if I can go on further with believing I am not exactly that.. ❞

                     ❝ no suffering goes unnoticed but often is the  witness  beyond our control.”  

     A DARK  air of melancholia swathed the human without a shred of  clemency,  not unlike an ominous storm cloud threatening to  tarnish  their long overdue tryst in the light. the question was just as  lachrymose  as the engineer’s demeanor and  worry  etched itself in fine lines upon the entity’s countenance. not even those with a stoical acceptance of  anguish  would’ve fared well in mark’s situation, much less tolerate being condemned to play the same passive role over and over again. being a  victim  to the captain’s volatile whims wasn’t a fate that the being flippantly discounted but no one better deserved his  empathy  more than that of his counterpart. ire alighted within him whenever mark’s bouts of desolation came about, thawing the  wintry  cavity in his chest to further inflame enmity for the source; had the suited entity possessed a heart, its impassioned solicitude for mark would have catalyzed its aggravated  expungement  long ago.      

     the faint twinkle of stars throughout their  vantablack  surroundings made the atmosphere less severe as unblinking eyes held steady on the other, opposite each other at a neatly set table seemingly plucked from a lavish restaurant. the twin wine glasses in front of them remained largely  untouched,  existing as a little more than a pair of props meant to further dramatize the romantic setting --- a  paradoxical  constant amidst innumerable variables. there was  opulence  in oblivion, and there was  penury  in perpetuity. in the  sanctitude  of their isolation, the cyclic patterns and  tedious  timelines couldn’t wear the human down any further. akin to the distant years of mark’s childhood and adolescence, the shadow’s  companionship  was readily proffered and a defensive disposition emerged. in spite of it all, it was still them and they were entwined by the red threads of fate until mark burned out like a dying star; given the frequency of their  dour  discussions, privately did the suited being fear that the day was drawing ever nearer.

             HOW  DESPERATELY  DOES  THE  MONOCHROME  NIGHT  LONG  FOR  THE  TASTE  OF  COLOUR !

     ❝ leave it all behind, mark. let’s go elsewhere and leave the captain to  answer  for their actions. you don’t  owe  them anything. ❞

     a duplicate image of the entity flickered faintly in the void’s abyss, a  hellish  red to complement a countenance etched with  undisguised  antipathy. heroics and a self-inflicted sense of  nobility, there was an obvious solution to mark’s plights. the engineer could be extracted from the multitude of narratives, painstakingly carved out until all that remained was a  phantom  feeling of nostalgia.

     white noise  purred  its hymns throughout the void as echoes of the entity’s voice joined the choir and a single  spidery  crack formed on the wine glass from unseen pressure. pallid fingers reached across the table to lace themselves with the engineer’s, a sturdy snare and silent testament to their symbiotic relationship. even the most fanciful stories became tedious with enough repetition and revisions were long  overdue.

              ❝ despite your best efforts, you can’t fix everything. it’s too  late  for that now. it’s time to  re-evaluate  your priorities. ❞

#lvckyflannel #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((and on this holy day (ADWM anniversary) i give you this))

[egotisticle]

@wolfvirago​:  ❝ say it. i’m a big girl, i can take it. ❞

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt  ( no longer accepting )

           PEER INTO YOUR OWN HEART & CARVE OUT THE TRUTH YOURSELF !

     TO NO ONE’S SURPRISE, expurgation was undesired when every minute was precious and the captain was faced the looming threat of  repetition  again. a bowdlerized version of the paradoxical circumstances might’ve been better  savoured  at an earlier stage of her interstellar journey but now, it didn’t take long to discern that the effort would’ve been wasted on her. there was a  drought  of answers in the narrative which couldn’t be  quenched  in any other way other than unsullied candour; to her surreptitious fortune, however, it was exactly that in which an equanimous observer could offer in  thankless  solicitude.

              ❝  how long do you intend to continue this elaborate exhibition of  self-indulgence ?  ❞

     clones of the  censorious  query cascaded throughout the entirety of the room and attuned themselves to the ship’s operations, syncing with the  faintest  of sounds to the  loudest  in a harmonized effort to be unescapably heard.  with the entity’s back turned to the captain and shadow-clad eyes holding still on the piece of machinery in front of him, particular measures had to be taken to ensure that the captain couldn’t easily  exonerate  herself from blame. upon the glass of the head engineer’s empty cryogenic chamber did the entity’s hand rest, slowly dragging down until even the marginal  exertion  faded away and fingers slowly curled into themselves to form a fist.

     the role of the  dauntless  captain was not an easy one to play but the lack of  repercussions  made the prospect of perpetuity tolerable in its own right, even if was only for a little while. a wrong choice could be corrected or a fellow crew member could be sacrificed for the greater good ----  anything  and  everything  as per the captain’s everchanging ambitions. the gem embedded in the captain’s hand promised another chance when the situation was at its most  desolate, a pledge of  security  for when their trek took them to the furthest reaches of space. whether it was a museum heist, an  intergalactic  journey or a dinner date, she had a luxury that few else had: the ability to choose her next move and learn from her failures; many would have  gambled  their lives for even a chance at that semblance of constancy.

               to lose one’s  mortality  was the first step towards one’s loss of  humanity.

     ❝  it must feel so good, to play  god  in so many people’s lives and overrule  death’s  sentence before the guilt has time to settle. the crew members don’t have the  faintest  idea about what you’ve done  for  them, what you’ve already done  to  them. neither them nor the head engineer know that you came from such  humble  beginnings but  i  do  and well,  look  at  you  now.  you are truly something to behold.  ❞

           YOU HAVEN’T EVEN NOTICED THE BODIES, HAVE YOU ?

     a  thunderous  smash drowned out the warbling echoes of softspoken musings, shattered glass gracelessly falling to the ground in a discordant  clamour  as the overhead lamps burst and swallowed them both in darkness. no movement had preluded the  outburst  but the being’s fist now rested beyond the cryogenic chamber’s window, the result of a punch that had never been thrown but marred by its aftermath. gingerly was the offending fist removed and the entity finally turned around,  violently  distorting their surroundings in the process and briefly showing the  cadaverous  image of all the crew members lined up behind the being with raised champagne flutes. clothed shoulders lowered and a sideward stretch of his neck banished the  macabre  vision shortly thereafter, righting reality in an instant except for  several hundred copies of the  same  photo carpeting the floor: a photo of the crew taken at the beginning of the voyage, only with every single one of their eyes violently scratched out ; they were  gone  but not  forgotten,  never  forgotten.

                    candour  was  requested  and  so  did  she  receive  its  sanctimonious   blessing.

       ❝  wormholes, bullets, betrayal ------ nothing compares to the  destruction  that  you’ve  sowed, captain.  ❞

#wolfvirago #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((the kiss meme is going to be paired with the other ask meme you sent in)) #((but this was still a hoot and a half to write. i always love writing out dark's complicated feelings towards the viewer/captain))

[egotisticle]

@fearlesscxptain​​: ☽ = wandering alone at night .( or : ✮ = stargazing . ) [ hello! ]

♚ --------------------  [ SYMBOL PROMPT.TXT DOES NOT EXIST ] 

     AFTER  a rich profusion of cosmic horror and astronomical anomalies, a lungful of fresh air must have felt like a blessing. gone was the  urgency  of automated emergency responses and the need to remain resilient in the face of adversity; only a  blue velvet  sky laden with stars and the  tranquility  of nature awaited the human on the endless trail ahead. the captain had been freed from the  shackles  of the space vessel, liberated from  culpability  and the  burden  of choice. a respite from the crew members hadn’t been spoken from the other’s lips but such was the nature of a gift. they were at  aphelion  --- the  furthest  point away from all else, the  furthest  point away from reality’s reach.

                          YOU DON’T RECOGNIZE THIS PLACE, NOT YET.

     a wrinkled piece of paper on the ground had attracted the captain’s notice but as the flashlight steadied on the image and a closer look was taken, the picture  abruptly  obfuscated with a  cacophonous  crackle. surroundings stuttered with the unreliability of an aged television and both items were inexplicably  confiscated  without a trace, leaving the captain with only empty air and a  muddled  feeling that neither were meant to exist at all. an adjustment had been made to the ongoing narrative and the location underwent its apposite alteration.

     from between the pine trees did  viscous  shadows crawl closer, kowtowing to an unseen force yet acquiescent to the dirt path’s boundaries. the darkness  pooled  around the human’s position with healthy curiosity but didn’t dare venture closer, not when the rolling breeze carried the echoes of their overseer’s footsteps and  revelatory  ringing became more discernible within the forest’s soundscape. although unseen down the lengthy trail, the source of the noise seemed to draw closer with every passing minute.  nearer  and  nearer  did it sound until the wind felt more like a phantom breath on the captain’s cheek. rustling leaves quieted down and the idle stirring of  nocturnal  animals followed suit. all became impossibly still and after an extended moment passed, the white noise released a humanlike sigh ---- one soon to be joined by a  deeper  voice, one that paved the way for a revelation.

                                                            the captain was no longer alone.

     ❝ ‘ non est ad astra mollis e terris via ’ ❞  words were spoken to the stars above with the  worldly  erudition of a scholar, unblinking stare admiring the evening sky and its constellations before lowering to meet the human’s.  black hole  eyes seized dark blue and a faint smile pulled at the entity’s lips. the quote had been chosen specifically for the captain and after its translation was provided, the being’s rationale became  clear.  ❝  ‘ there is no easy way from the earth to the stars. ’ ❞

     an upturned hand silently invited the captain to walk alongside him as oxfords eased into a  measured  gait, strolling side by side while the human remained on the trail and the entity resided at its edge. from their sublunary vantage point could they safely admire the celestial bodies and constellations, untouched from temporal  abrasions  and induced madness. to some, the view might have been considered  mundane  but to others, ordinariness was a rare commodity. normality had its  value,  particularly to those who had become too closely acquainted with abnormality.      

     ❝  after being pulled in so many different directions, i don’t expect that you’ve had much time to admire the stars. did you  revel in their beauty when you first boarded the ship ?  do you even  remember  what that felt like ? ❞  a hymn of static distantly stirred with the entity’s sigh, expelled in a single harmonized note as the question was held suspended in the air,  ❝ that blissful state of ignorance ---- it didn’t last very long, did it ? if only you knew what awaited you back then.  ❞

     a  layered  laugh cascaded throughout the forest even though the suited being made no such sound, mirthless and hollow as it too assimilated into the white noise and was drowned out. the feigned amusement didn’t sound overly  cruel, merely shrewd ---- the sign of a private joke not yet shared; nonetheless, eye contact and the persistent halved smile ensured that the captain felt involved throughout the conversation.

                        YOU  STILL  DON’T  RECOGNIZE  THIS  PLACE.

    ❝ you won’t experience  exactly  the same feeling here but comparatively, it’s the  closest  you’ll come to reliving that moment. you’re off the edge of the map. you’re  safe  here. enjoy it, take a breath. you may never get another opportunity like this again. ❞

#fearlesscxptain #shipstatus #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((let me know if you don't get notified for this. i'll mention both your blogs in the future if so)) #((you said 'either or' but i raise you 'both')) #((iswm au where the viewer/captain has a 1/10000 chance of getting this instead of the heehoo scene))

[egotisticle]

@jumpinagain​:  ❝  i just live in each second as it comes.  that’s all i have.  ❞

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt

         ❝  that’s all you need. live in the  moment  and you’ll never pine for the future.  ❞

     MULTIPLE  ECHOES  of the entity’s musing joined the  FLUX  of mechanical static, its staccato pace counting out every second that passed in the  absence  of a clock and further underscoring the unseen countdown that loomed over the other’s head.  soundless  footsteps defined the ethereal intruder’s gait around the room as the unfinished state of the machine was evaluated, methodically  auditing  its condition with the trained eye of a pedant. ample distance between him and the engineer ensured that the latter’s work could continue without  interference  but the cordial conversation was meant to  assuage  the situational pressure for mark’s benefit. while the intergalactic perils that both the captain and the head engineer routinely faced were unquestionably  daunting,  none were quite as  formidable  as the danger of isolation and one’s own thoughts.

     to rebuild the warp core from scratch was an  onerous  task, one that was made exceedingly more laborious when the head engineer’s existence was tethered to the  capricious  whims of the captain. some decisions stripped the human of his autonomy and left him with scarce opportunities to continue his  thankless  venture while others didn’t include him at all without any real  detriment  to the captain’s valorous voyage through space. no one else was there to witness the engineer’s industrious attempt to cure the paradox or foil the project’s progression but consequently, no one else was privy to the implicit  irony  either ---- not  yet,  not  on  this  particular  path.

     ❝  even if you only have a few seconds to yourself, on a long enough timeline, you  will  eventually finish what you started. you can rebuild the warp core and give everyone a new lease on life, the gift of  tomorrow.  the captain tried to save them --- rather  tenaciously,  i might add --- but they’ve  squandered  enough chances. it’s your turn now, mark.  ❞

               YOU DON’T NEED  [̵͕̆ R̵̪̓Ĕ̶͔Ḓ̴́A̸̩̽C̵̝͘T̵̝̓E̸̡͊D̴͓͛ ]̵̜̊   ANYMORE !                            [̷͙͊ R̴͚͠Ê̴͈D̴͓̃A̵̘͂C̵͗͜T̷̡͝E̷̙͐D̶̗͗ ]̴̭̀  WAS HOLDING YOU BACK !

     shadow-clad eyes flickered from the reactor to meet the other’s eyes from across the room, a sly smile already formed before an all-encompassing glitch in the environment  overtook  his form and left his position vacant. only when a hand lightly squeezed the head engineer’s shoulder did the entity’s new location become  inescapably  apparent, tender tone lowering to no more than a  WHISPER  as the overhead lights pulsed and fluttered in rebellion of the being’s presence. words were spoken with the weight of a  secret  and the  nostalgic  warmth of a friend’s company but neither case was born wholly of truth. it could have construed as either a  premonition  or kindly  motivation  but regardless of its interpretation, it was mark’s to choose.

                            ❝  the cycle was  always  meant to be broken by  you.   ❞

#jumpinagain #darkmien #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((let me know if the mention doesn't work and i'll tag both your urls for the future)) #((bone apple tea))

[egotisticle]

@file-fnd​​: ❝  i’m not sure what love is supposed to feel like.  i’ve never really had it before…but i know i feel good with you.  warm.  like home.  ❞ - amour

♚ -------------------- MAGNOLIA CASTILLO prompt  ( no longer accepting )

     TOGETHER  were they the embodiment of intimacy itself, an  idyllic  depiction of star-crossed lovers reunited in a  picturesque  paradise. the two of them basked in the evening’s tranquility, lounging comfortably with tangled limbs while the outside swing gently rocked them in the summer breeze. there were no  disputatious  noises or irradiant hues to distract them from each other’s company. every  scent,  sight,  and  sound  had been punctiliously crafted with care and it was all for her. 

     the entity’s affection for her was echoed in the accompanying shadows and towards her did they hold no resentment. with her, no effort was made to disguise the being’s  parasitic  influence on the environment and it was from that openness which arose such  extraordinary  splendour. through reality’s cracks had the great abyss seeped through and rewritten the  parisian  landscape, seamlessly blending together the city’s lights with captivating constellations from different galaxies in a  whimsical  amalgamation; no such place could ever exist on  earth, but neither of them was truly at home with the  terrestrially  mundane  regardless. 

     one hand rested behind his head while the other’s touch idly painted unseen  masterpieces  upon her bare skin, savouring the nuances of her body language and presence. the stillness felt  natural. in spite of their  timelessness, every  minute  felt that much more meaningful. she was here with him and he felt everything. out of respect for her comfort was an effort made to minimize movement, shedding humanity’s  illusion  with long-drawn-out breaths which would’ve  strained  any pair of mortal lungs. only when amour’s words caught his ear did the entity stir, lifting his head slightly to peer down at her as she rested on his chest. ebony eyes sought their pink counterparts and their inquisitive glint  softened  not long after the sentiment was expressed. for two beings who confessed to be  amateurs,  perhaps they were more  proficient  at love than they initially thought ---- maybe they were  naturals, after all.

     ❝  it feels like a  home  that i’ve never had, like a garden full of roses during the winter season. i’m forever thankful that the entire universe conspired to help me find you and if that  isn’t  within the realm of love, i’d have no desire to pursue it, anyway ---- not if it’s anything  less  than how i feel about you now.  ❞  the hand behind his head moved to claim hers, woven fingers filling in gaps as her palm was opened and brought to his lips. one kiss pressed to the underside of her wrist and so did another against her palm. to him,  amour  was  her namesake and so much more.  ❝  mon coeur est à toi.  ❞

                                               MY HEART IS YOURS.

#filefnd #c: amour #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((they are the moment ! they are the tragedy (tm) )) #((anyway i missed them))

[egotisticle]

@lvckyflannel​​:  There's a small tug on the other's pant leg as it shows just who is causing such by the young boy who is grinning up at him. " I made a drawing of us! " He's holding up the notebook he'd been given, showing just who was who and it was the two of them playing together!

     YOUTHFUL  exuberance exuded from the boy without dilution,  unfazed  by the weeping walls and  contagious  corrosion blanketing the bedroom. Their first meeting had been no different. No longer did the entity’s presence give cause for  perturbation  or  consternation, not when the boy perceived him as a  benevolent  friend and a means to remedy the loathly loneliness within – a fabricated warmth to  thaw  the frost, venom disguised as the cure. In spite of the darkness’ abyssal depth and the  fringed  fragments of nightmares, prudence was besieged by  levity  and unconditional affinity  reigned  high above trepidation.

     Flummoxed by children and  egregiously  disadvantaged by the absence of experience, instinct willed him to heed his younger counterpart’s call for attention as he lowered himself to Mark’s height and accepted the notebook for  valuation. The drawing may not have reflected a  seasoned  artist’s skillset but there was little doubt as to who the two figures represented: a  boy, and his  shadow. 

     In that precise moment did it  dawn  upon him that gifts of any nature were few and far between, a necessary forfeiture in the art of  deception  but still one that could not escape his notice. Although a  myriad  of versions preceded the boy, the child’s handiwork existed as a  tangible  testament to their extraordinary circumstances – no other had known the entity in adolescence, no other had dared to illustrate their  implacable  shadow. Amidst  endless  possibilities and timelines, that moment was conclusively unique.    

                                                     ❝ The resemblance is  uncanny. ❞

     The  succinct  review did not cater to his company’s age, unabridged vernacular showcasing its  authenticity  and a halved smile affirming his approval. Although far from a  paragon  of childcare or guardianship, the being’s body language ensured that Mark would sense that the picture was well-received and cherished –-- ( a faint crinkle near his eyes,  the release of tension in his shoulders,  the smooth glide of his fingers near the acclaimed drawing ). Their communication styles may have been  incompatible  but never would the boy feel alone or ignored in the other’s presence. When they were together, nothing and no one else was of greater priority.      

          ❝ May I keep this? I can tell that you’ve put a great deal of effort into it and an  artist  of your caliber must have  devout  admirers. ❞

     Praise  bathed his counterpart,  sanguine  sweet and honeyed with the recognition that the child sorely sought – ( once  invisible  but now, the shining protagonist of their  interminable  story and soon-to-be his superlative foil ). Already did his hand make a move to claim the drawing for himself, soon to join others in a pocket of the abyss for expedient accessibility in the years to come. They were  destined  to become  invaluable  souvenirs at the end of days, idyllic glimpses into the past when their time together came to an  end; they were worth  saving.    

                                                                     ❝ I’d be  honoured  to be your first. ❞

#lvckyflannel #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #((i wrote this while working on some other replies)) #((been a while since i wrote dark with kid mark))

[egotisticle]

@rosetintedgunman​​: Here's a Wilford! A big, dark blue badge is gently placed on Dark's chest, one that is neither stuck nor pinned on and could be easily removed if he wanted to. The number "10" was on clear display for the world to see, complete with white lines dramatically pointing in the direction of the numbers. "What? It's yer big day. Not every day ya officially exist fer ten years! I even got ya a special voucher." To show as much, he hands Dark an envelope. Inside is a card with a simple message: This is a voucher telling the reader to FUCK OFF because Dark doesn't have time for you!" 

     when their paths crossed next, gratitude would be expressed in-person but in the meantime, the shadows’ white noise  harmonized  into a unifying voice that spoke his thanks across time and space —– written in the dust of the  past,  present,  and  future. 

                          ( THANK YOU. )  /  T̷̻͇̊H̶̛̺͊̓A̷͔̐͂N̴͍̦̍̂̀Ḵ̵̬̃    ̷̫̈́̀̂Y̵̟͉͔̿́Ō̶̜̋̇U̵̢̖̓̈ ̷̤̂͛̽   ?̸̖͆̚͠

                                 ❝  wilford, i ----  ❞

     GINGERLY  did the entity’s head turn to look over his clothed shoulder, shadowed eyes mutely searching the vacant area behind him for any sign of the  vase  full  of  black  roses  or   pink  décor  that had previously adorned the office space. only a few steps had been taken to closer inspect the party decorations before the reporter’s sudden appearance redirected his attention accordingly, bearing the gift of a birthday badge and an envelope; admittedly, it was all getting to be a bit  much, even for someone as  eccentric  as the pink-mustached interviewer.

     a protest took form and  expired  on the same breath, a half-formed objection which would’ve insisted that the number of gifts bordered on farcical for the humble occasion. june nineteenth was an  arbitrary  selection for his ‘birthday’ and never were any festivities expected, much less any presents. the  kitschy  decorations and ebony roses would’ve been more than enough to justify  gratitude  but now, they were nowhere to be found. the problem had been resolved, just like the earlier instance of  unreality  ---- healthy roses turned  wilted  in a blink of an eye, a  forbidden  glimpse into another timeline adjacent to the current one. a state of chronal  equilibrium  was back in effect, for now.  

     with a jaw laden with  tension  and a furrowed brow, the being’s head bobbed in a slow nod over the private epiphany. the  dissociative  look upon his features had attracted wilford’s notice and whether it was earnestly construed as mere  disbelief  for the occasion or not, a purposive effort was made to maintain his composure. darkened eyes drifted down to the badge on his suit jacket, head slightly canting to better discern its number and to  anchor  himself to the present. ten  ( NOT NINE )  years had come and gone since his digital debut. wilford wasn’t wrong: it was indeed a  milestone  worthy of recognition.

     index finger curled beneath the envelope and  tore  open its seal, layered outlines of red and cyan drawing greater emphasis to shaking hands before a moment was devoted to  stabilizing  them; only then did the envelope’s contents receive their overdue appreciation in the form of a smile. the  niche  voucher certainly seemed to be catered to him and its specificity effortlessly inspired delight, expelling a huff of  amusement  that relieved the stiffness in his posture. regardless of the year, on his birthday, wilford continuously proved to be a reliable  constant  and that in itself was always worthy of  gratefulness.    

                            IN THE PAST, PRESENT & FUTURE.

                                                ❝  thank you for remembering.  ❞

#dreamingofmuses #rosetintedgunman #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #zalgo cw #((link in the first paragraph just goes to last year's birthday ask reply but it's all described either way)) #((a sprinkle of angst just to mix it up))

[egotisticle]

@hcsuffered​: it’s SUFFOCATING. it’s SEARING. it continues to poke and prod at his very flesh until mark couldn’t take it anymore. the phantom touches of the entity’s lips were still felt upon his, the tips of mark’s fingers occasionally brushing against them as though he’s wanting to RID of the feelings. mark had hoped that the moment he entered within the nonexistent space, whatever is HAUNTING him will finally leave him alone. the comfort of nonexistence where not even death or the very void could reach him. he stumbled within it, blood dripping from his wrists and neck   ———   wounds he had inflicted upon himself that should have had him dead right then and there. mark should have lost enough blood for death to take him at that point yet HE REMAINED ALIVE. he couldn’t think of a single reason why he hadn’t already died before rushing towards the comfort of this space. ...that is, until he felt that dreadful, familiar feeling. 

the way his lungs began to constrict. how the feeling of SOFT CARESSES are felt along his skin. mark let out a quivering gasp as it dawned on him. he left a trail; it was like mark had been OBSERVED reaching for the hidden key. he had been followed. STALKED.... nausea filled the pit of his stomach, the urge to vomit from traumatic, haunting memories strong as he felt a chilly sensation just beneath his skin   ———   CESAR. YOU ARE NOT HIM. YOU...YOU AREN’T HIM. YET YOU TRAPPED ME JUST LIKE HE DID. 

tears fell down his cheeks as his arms are outstretched at his sides, feeling the very air being scarce. the same feeling is encroaching from within his esophagus, mark now PANICKING as he coughed up blood that dotted and streaked along his grey sweater. the buds of flowers pushed along the narrow gashes at his wounds, the stems curling and coiling as though they were PARASITIC SERPENTS. mark closed his eyes as he felt them bloom, the white petals of the roses not at all MARRED or STAINED of blood that drips from him like a small fountain. quiet wheezes, air squeaking out of an opened throat, are heard as he leaned against someone behind him that may have been holding him up at his feet, finally opening his eyes to witness the GARDEN growing from his very body.

and He said to him, “Truly I say to you, today you shall be with Me in Paradise.”

    DO NOT BE AFRAID -- I WILL SAVE YOU.

     NO ONE  could escape the shadows’ reach, not when their commandant so obstinately willed it. incongruent  ambitions and  discrete  existences weren’t enough to deter the entity’s recurrent visits, a frequent tourist to a world populated with  preternatural  creatures that vitiated the art of mimicry. there was no variant of his human counterpart to extirpate or exploit in that reality but there was someone who came close ---- a person who endured similar  tribulations  and a  phantasmagoria  of horror, the next best candidate after the original version. with every touch, his mark was resurrected from a  graveyard  of memories. with every kiss, his mark was revived again with an addictive allure. nostalgia and  lascivious  desire naturally interlaced together but their trysts were far from free of complications. whether outspoken or private, misgivings were bound to emerge and inspire a  precipitous  course of action; the question remained, however, as to  when  they would actualize and  what  to degree.   

     mark heathcliff’s absence felt like an  itch  that couldn’t be scratched, setting surrounding static  abuzz  with indignation. the being’s gentility soured to  choleric  deportment and patience wore thinner by the minute but on the brink of departure, the shadows’  extensive  hunt ignited an ember of  hope;  a path had been uncovered by their efforts and at its end, a place beyond the mortal realm was uncovered --- the  precipice  of something new yet familiar, out of reach from the void and hidden from the rest of the world. a door had been left ajar to somewhere  unsullied  by the abyss and through its opening came the darkness’ plague. the entity’s rapt attention was shared but not solely towards the  desolate  location’s discovery, not when there was another marvel to behold. mark heathcliff’s existence was anything but  mundane  as it was and yet, there was still more of him to  unveil.

            I HAVE CALLED YOU BY NAME                                    ----YOU ARE MINE.

                      ❝ oh, mark. what  have  you gotten yourself into ? ❞

     the  husky  reprimand breathed out near the other’s ear as arms snaked around the younger man, an embrace meant to simultaneously  support  and  ensnare. one hand dragged slow along mark’s torso and arm, fingertips tracing the line of limbs until they found the macabre flora that protruded from the wrist. breathing stilled and the entity’s illusion of humanity faltered, mouth becoming dry as the base of the ivory rose was cradled with overt tenderness.  scarlet  roses and roses fashioned from the darkness itself were regular gifts to admirers and hosts alike but a white rose carried greater significance. only  one  host had been privileged to receive one from the entity, the very person whom mark heathcliff drew such a  striking  comparison to; no longer could the  resemblance  be chalked up to sheer coincidence and as a rose was  plucked  from the wound to further inspect, the shadows’  infection  of the newfound area became more severe ---- a cage of  conservancy  to keep his counterpart suspended in a state just shy of death while the garden  flourished.

     ❝ ‘ only in  suffering  do we realize true beauty ’ ---- you’ve given that sentiment a  richer  meaning than anyone else i’ve ever known. stay with me, and let us savour the moment together. ❞    

#hcsuffered #┊♚┊ − ❛ ᵃᶰˢʷᵉʳᵉᵈ ❜ #┊♚┊ V; i. MAIN #self harm mention cw #body horror cw #((mr heathcliff just can't catch a break))