nail shut the windows, and bar the doors. draw closed your gaping mouth, open your dear palms. lay your head against the cool stone wall.
breathe, sweeting.
no, it's still beating, see? every one of your breaths, a stutter of muscle. every one of your trembles, a drop of blood. there is still life in it, and it aches to match.
when i press my nails into the flesh, it quickens, a hiccup in your chest. when i bend over, the sharp edges of my skin don't scrape against hollowed bone. it's flushed, see?
oh.
oh, no.
don't cry, sweet thing. don't draw your comely mouth into a line so muddled by tears that it can only shape wails, now. dry your eyes and set your face into clear resin so i might look at it always. keep your hands cupped and your smile anchored to the edges of your lips. feel it drag against your teeth.
take it.
no, it's yours.
it leapt from my chest when you first spoke. it matched the rise and fall of your breath when you first laughed. it's fissured, I know, but it yet lives.
why are you crying? your hands are trembling and your cheeks are wet. your mouth has dropped the smile. your breath stutters where it lives in your breast-
why are you crying?
this is a gift, dearling. i cannot take it back. i have already severed the veins, and the ligaments and the tender flesh. i have already broken the sternum and spread my ribs. for you.
for you, i would tear my tongue from my mouth. i would pluck my eyes from their sockets, i would peel my skin from my flesh. i would set a knife against my femur, and cut until i met the joint.
for you, i would carve open my thigh until it lay, de-boned and spread open on your cutting board. i would open my mouth to be stuffed.
for you.
careful, now. hold me gingerly and kiss me tenderly. this is a gift. won't you thank me?
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Nico saying that Lewis gives his daughters boxes of presents every Christmas just got caught in my mind.
Imagine you were a mixed race boy born in Hertfordshire, different from everyone else around you. Bullied in school, being raised by your father to compete in a sport where money is very much of essence and you and your family do not have a lot of it. And then you meet this other boy who comes from the kind of life you dream to live one day. You're friends and fierce competitors. You find solace in each other. You visit Monaco for the first time with your friend, dreaming up the life you will have when you make it, when you beat out of the mould that the world thought it could capture you in.
And then you two grow through the ranks and you're at the pinnacle of your sport and you have what it takes to win and the world recognises that you can win. And you win. You win with your friend and fiercest competitor by your side fighting with you for those wins, and this fighting ruins something something that was valuable to both of you when you were still innocent and unsullied by life.
But despite everything that went into the doing and undoing of this relationship, you still realise that this person you once called a friend has a life and family beyond your bitter dynamic. He has children, and children need love and affection and good memories. And you're a better man now so you understand that. So you make sure the kids get gifts on Christmas. And you make sure of it every year. Afterall, if you met someone you loved deeply when you were both kids, wouldn't you feel a pang of nostalgia when they had kids. Wouldn't you try to extend the warmth that you couldn't find for your friend to his children. Afterall, whatever happens during childhood basically remains with you forever.
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felt like making a short little piepoe theme.......lil bit rushed but that's okay
i simply adore this creature
BRO??????? BRO???????? DUDE???????????????? THIS IS FUCKING AMAZING!!!!!!!!!!!
I am actually GOING INSANE OVER HOW FUCKING WELL DONE THIS IS OH MY GOSHHHHH DUDE THIS IS- OH MY GOSH
The MELODY???? THE CUTE LITTLE SOUND EFFECTS???? IT ALL SOUNDS SO BOUNCY AND SILLY AND FUN AND PLAYFUL AND AUUGHGHGHGHH!!!!!!! MY HEART!!!!!!! BRO I CANNOT STRESS HOW MUCH I FUCKING LOVE THIS TO BITS OHHHHGMGM MY GOODNESS THANK YOU SO MUCH!!!!!!!!! 🥹🥹🥹🥹😭😭😭😭😭‼️💓‼️💓‼️💓‼️💓‼️💓💓💘💓💘💓💘💓💖💓💖💓💓💘💓💘💓💘💓💖💓💖💓💓💘💓💖💓💖💓💖💓💘💓💖💓💖💓💓💓💘
Holds my head in I AM LISTENING TO THIS SHIT ON LOOP!!!! IT FUCKS!!!!!! ITS SOOO WELL DONE LIKE OUGHGHGHGHGHHGHGHGHGH CRYING CRYING!!! THANK YOU SOOOO SO MUCH... THANK YOU!!!!!!!
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child of misfortune.
hi @gemini-in-tauro!! I’m your belated secret santa!!! all of your prompts were so good, I almost couldn’t choose, but then oz possessed me lmao. hope you enjoy!!
thank you again to @i-prefer-the-term-antihero for hosting this event!
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DinLuke Week
Part 5/7 - Previous / First / Next
Day 5: Courting Gifts
Track: 'I Was Made For Loving You' - Tori Kelly, Ed Sheeran
(Spotify / YouTube)
Wasn't sure exactly how to depict this one, but just a soft moment right after giving the gifts seemed to work :) Just some small things for them each to carry, that can be hidden when needed and held close when needed more. Because what can say courting more then exchanging symbols for your heart?
@dinlukeweek
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soul’s love language is gift giving
one of his favourite things to give is flowers
he started out by giving them to h, m, and w directly, but eventually he starts putting them in places they are around regularly.
a new vase of flowers in minds room
flowers on heart’s cane
shrines to whole being filled with various flowers
mind usually plants them in his haven/realm, heart puts them in his hair or makes a flower crown, and whole puts it in a vase on the coffee or dinner table
Headcanon #320
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"if we want them to stay, we have to make staying seem like the most attractive option. operation: be really really nice" like what a perfect fucking way to wrap up your show. the show that started with "kill them" "get out get out get out" "we have everything we need to scare them out of their wits" "we could always try haunting" like. I know it's simple I know it's obvious but. what a charming and beautiful bit of symmetry. I love it when show.
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WHY ARE YOU SO EVIL!!! /POS. ATTACKING YOU.
Xemnas and Xigbar for 37 if that number hasn't been done? If it has, how about 74?
no puedo pedirle lo eterno a un simple mortal // ay, todo lo que he hecho por ti.
[ID: a mostly black and white drawing with a purple overlay of xigbar and xemnas shown from the hip up on the left side of the image. the background is black and has some diagonal lines with a bit of transparency on the right side. the shadows are harsh, with only a bit of light falling on their faces.
they stand before each other turned to the audience. xigbar, holds the handle and the middle of No Name before him, head tilted down as he looks to the audience. xemnas stands a full head taller behind xigbar, his left hand held some distance below the bladed tip of No Name, his left eye is covered by his fringe.
xemnas visible eye is painted ochre with a white pupil, while xigbar's eye is white and gold. The eyes on no name's handle and the gazing eye on the blade are a vibrant cyan. the caption reads the spanish lyrics "i can't ask a simple mortal for a forever" and "oh, everything i've done for you." /End ID.]
close-up under keep reading.
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