【 @metanoen , Momo Says | ❛ Well, Well, Well, If It Isn't The Consequences Of My Own Actions. ❜
【 @metanoen , momo says | ❛ well, well, well, if it isn't the consequences of my own actions. ❜ | * mixed bag prompts , accepting.
single digits hooks collar, a sole insignificant gesture, a mere passive act—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( boring ! ) word pursues endless, a tireless hunt, it brings with it nothing aside from lethargy. even company barely keeps the weight from becoming crushing, from becoming too much to bear—— a nice dip in a newly formed star—— maybe that'll perk him up. give a new sense of life to this tiresome one. at least, that's what he thought !
countless tomes, artifacts, treasures ( and collectibles! ) were littered around. brad's den of trinkets, rightfully bought—— &. otherwise. guess it only makes sense momo would've been a little curious ... ah, the ken takakura stuff. right. ❛ y'know, cuginetta, trynna meet ken takakura nearly got you ... er, hold on. ❜ a wince, trying to work out something, a sluggishness sits on tongue, dulling clever wit. ❛ lemme do that again. ❜
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single digits hooks collar, a burst of speed behind such gesture, a quick act of heroism—— a hair faster than the wretched limb that swipes at her head. eyes barely lift from screen, mid-session of another doom scroll, one of several ... hundred today alone. ( better ! ) ❛ guess you had a hand in letting this one out, didn't you, cuginetta? don't worry. i'm here before things get out of hand. ❜ lips twist into a smirk, a flash of pearly white teeth, all too pleased with himself. ❛ oh, oh ! let me give you a hand ! ❜ fingers snap, a surge of light—— a flicker of lights, film case snaps shut, and a decrepit limb falls to the floor with a hollow thud. gently releases collar, rolling the severed limb off into some far corner.
❛ guess you could say im ... pretty handy. ❜
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party banter / accepting !
a biting remark sits on his tongue——it sits, it pauses much like her finger on the trigger. the firelights were nearby, exploring their own alleys, trying to tidy up the streets as best they can. maybe it's ... foolish, but he figures she'll be here. guarding silco's goods——carving a deep scar into the undercity again and again. he wants to try again, to stop this ... all of this even if only for a moment. if only he could turn back time——! that'd be the day. the day he saves the world. pocketwatch clicks, sealed within his pocket like a tiny heartbeat made of gears and seconds. could he have done more if noticed those mere seconds in the past?
"it's free ... long as you're willing to listen." & return. he pauses, hesitant. "powder."
𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐑 𝐃𝐎𝐄𝐒 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 𝐅𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄?
deep staining red. ripped out confessions, warm velvety whispers and a heart like an open wound. your love flows out like dripping blood, beautiful, flawed and twisted. it's gut wrenching, the type of painfully dramatic feeling that makes you clutch your chest, picturing dramatic monologues about love and loving and big screen over the top scenes of sobbing into your pillow until you fall asleep. it rips out of you, clawing it's way up your throat more so than tumbling out. sticky words that just need to be let out, feelings so big they don't fit inside you. your love isn't easy, it's a true bloody mess, dripping and staining everything it touches in a desperate attempt to be seen, to be felt, to be loved back. and you, you love so hard, so deeply, so much for someone who carries all that pain. atlas holding up the world, how are you? is your love still flowing? is your heart still open? still pumping and bleeding and dripping with blood and tears? still painting your beautiful pictures and writing your love letters in deeply personal red ink? because i see them, i read them, i love them and you, you, you, you. clench your chest, scream your love, cry it out. spill your words of loving, keep your heart beating, keep your love coming and paint the entire world red with it. make it in your image, keep going, it's okay. maybe one day the whole world can be red and loved and beautiful just like you.
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art of thane done by my twin @noatherics ! finally giving it a proper home.
【 @thuganomxcs | ❛ i did mess up. ❜ | mixed bag prompts , accepting.
warm gaze softens, lips curling into an almost knowing smile. ( he knows a lot, but not everything. ) knows when to pursue—— knows when to withhold judgment. knows when to be kind &. even more so when to be stern. lessons from his parents, more often than not, hold true ... no matter how obstinate they seemed in youth. coarse around the edges, a bit crass, but those're external things. things people look at before knowing the real you. ( whether that's biting remarks—— or a blue super suit. )
❛ yeah, maybe a little, ❜ he admits ... sugar coating isn't helpful, not to him or them. ❛ but you're mature enough to admit it. mature enough to apologize, too, i bet. ❜ words drip with commendation, still offering not only correction but guidance. words he would want to hear himself, at times. ❛ besides, ❜ a sunny smile, a gentle laugh. ❛ you're not the only one who's messed up. ma and pa nearly rang my bell when i 'borrowed' the pickup. compared to that—— well, you're doing alright, yusuke. ❜
