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i miss pyke

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Old Project Pyke stuff

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what if they kissed bro... a lil smooch ... @oblivisms

the end of all sits 'pon bated breath. for temptation runs deep within sea - stained veins, the sheer ever - lasting abyss alongside one who knows the corners of nothingness. rebellion is a fleeting thing, humanity carving its way through engulphing waves & the voices of the depths that have made their home in his soul. marked by the sea, stabbed in the chest by the boon of vengence, he is not one to turn face on what gave him air after the harsh swallow of salt water. ( they scream, they demand, hand in hand they are full of rage. ) their ideals never have been so [ ... ] unimportant as it has now. the flame has simmered, only leaving smoldering embers with the list of ever - lasting names the last piece of kindling. there are more out there, more who have betrayed him & caused the harpooner to be reborn from where monsters had been born before.

but. the hestitation was his downfall. the curiousity that sits alongside the promise of comfort a poison he is slowly being consumed by. for the hand that guides him to the endless abyss shines brighter than the moon, than the constellations that would guide them to the shore. hands are moved, yet he is mesmerised. to be filled with peace, to be no longer a tool for a deed that he had known was already done. ( ⸺ yet, they insist, there are more. crawling, scratching, growling to his betrayal. ) he sees the end, the mouth that sits so close to his, his only protection of identity & vulnerability torn from a hidden face. the deepest trenches have never felt the echoes of the stars, & yet now it is his. & now, as his lips feel what countless have before, he will meet nothingness.

& he has never felt nothingness before.

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What would you do without me?

there are many things that come to mind. if not mere sarcastic instances, such as the possibility of an arm free from the clutches of a sugary fiend constantly hung amongst it to nights not filled with roaring crowds & beaming lights that glare 'pon neon green hair. the radical change in his life had uprooted all he had known before, to the night spent echoing tones that never genuinely striked the soul, to those where the moonlight was the only thing that saw his face. it is in his nature to think of it all, to disect the possibilities of a life without. nonetheless, he refuses to answer 'pon such lighthearted words at the moment, pocketing its extensive meaning beneath a bleeding heart. a gruff chuckle escapes him, eyes refusing to linger too long amongst the other's. " i'd get more sleep than a do now. y'know you snore. "

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SENSES HEADCANON PROMPT - For multimuse blogs, please specify muse.

MIND : Does your muse act after their rationality or emotions? Why? 

BRAIN : If you are only allowed to pick one, which sentiment do you, the mun, associate the the most with your muse, and why?

HEAD : Was your muse closer to one of their parents, was equally close to both, or resented them? 

EAR : How does your muse react to being given unprompted advice? Do they follow it, resent it, e.t.c.? 

SIGHT : How is your muse’s sleeping schedule? Do they have a regular sleeping pattern, or if not, do they even want to have one? Does your muse sleep easily, or prefer to be awake for as long as they possibly can?

NOSE : What does your muse smell like? Do they have a signature scent, something that others associate them with?

MOUTH : Does your muse have a preference over sweet or savoury treats? 

HEART : Which one does your muse value the most within themselves respectively in others, emotions or rationality? Why? 

TOUCH : What is your muse’s opinion on physical touch? Do they actively seek it, shy away from it, enable it, or do not really have an opinion about it? Is physical touch something negative or positive for your muse? 

SKIN : Any noticeable scars or features on your muse’s skin? Do they try to hide or extenuate them, and why? 

HANDS : Is your muse good at controlling their emotions, do they repress them, or act before they have a time to think? Has your muse ever done something bad because they failed at controlling their emotions, and in that case how does your muse feel about it now? 

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i need to write some very solid thoughts on my pyke portrayal tomorrow. yes hmm yes.

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47 drafts... i'm rubbing my little fish hands together. i'm ready. i'm so ready.

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❝ here's a truth i've never told anyone else: in summer i ache more than in any other season. i wish i could say i'll be bright for you, but i worry about my tongue turning to ash at the first syllable—i'll be soft for you though, a nectarine under kitchen lights. ❞

fragility lays its tender arms around him. for there is nothing but truth that seeps from crackling, delicate words. humanity is a muted piece of himself that never stops aching, a piece that has long been buried a watery grave beneath heavy, rotten bones. emotions carress the brittle essence of a revenant, one sworn to duty & to forgotten, cut - short lives. yet, the gaze that sits along the pupils of her winter frost do not promise icy waves. the distance between them does nothing to ease the weight of her words, the sand crushed beneath sea - stained boots a mere reminder of physicality. the biting chill of wind sweeps past the coast, lending its frost - bitten touch to rouse the silence he is more than accustomed to.

calloused fingers do naught but hold a withering flower that shed from fading fur, one that had decided that the chill had been enough & welcome the arrival of warmer tides. hushed lilac tones have settled 'pon the pale white of shriveled petals, a burst of color compared to the fogged coast the two sat amongst. the early morning sun had not shown its face yet, daring to let low - hanging clouds gain purchase across the unclaimed sky & let its bitter rain coat the sea. perhaps the frozen rain would wash the remnants of fickle mortality from his heart. perhaps it would do nothing at all, only capable of numbing what cannot be taken from even one who had been claimed by the depths.

still, her truth requires a response. one not prosed in fickle phrases & laced with hidden meanings. one that is not merely answered with his presence, or with repeated notions of touch. he does not lie. he does not hide. " a candle can't burn ceaselessly. " it is impossible. to bring a flame through water ⸺ even if there were some who have tried to souls less akin to his. " save what you carry. i will be here. even if your light is as bright as the sun in winter, or as dim as a firefly in summer. " no longer will it be snuffed out, no longer will the nectarine be disregarded. it will be planted, not eaten, & left to blossom.

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         the   quiet   of   the   night   left   hallow   breaths   to   softly   fill   the   air   ,   even   the   creatures   of   the   area   seemed  hushed.    it   wouldnt   be   to   long   before   she   would   find   her   connection   to   this   plane   ,   to   the   reality   that   settled   before   her   companions   eyes   ,   were   to  dissipate    for   her   own   time   to   remain   seemed   ever   short   the   faster   he   healed   from   any   antics   he   would   find   himself   in.   she   was   counting   the   minutes   ,   the   hours   ,   the   days.   dreaded   anticipation   settled   upon   the   aspect.   and   yet   ,   as   her   form   laid   nearer   his   own   ,   it   wasn't   the   encroaching   time   that   unnerved   her.  no.    it   was   the   way   cyan   shades   seemed   to   flicker   towards   her.   it   made   her   disconcert.   for  Pyke    was   a   man   of   so   little   words   unless   prompt.

         she   rolled   upon   her   side   ,   arms   tucked   against   her   body   as   violet   shades  observed    from   their   close   quarters.  Morgana    was   well-versed   in   reading   others   ,   she   had   to   be.   yet   ,   there   were   a   many   times   when   he   was   simply   unreadable.   she   found   herself   further   encumbered   with   questions   that   she   found   herself   unable   to   ask   ,   for   she   wasn't   a   fan   of  meddling    when   one   was   not   so   freely   giving   of   information.

         he   had   followed   suit  (   thankfully )    with   shifting   in   his   position   ,   alas   ,   they   were   face   to   face   with   distance   resting   between   visages.   it   was   hard   to  understand    within   herself   ,   she   found   ,   her    enamoured    state   that   latched   upon   the   other.   it   was   an   odd   sensation   for   herself.   but   as   gaze   settled   upon   the   others   ,   she   could   feel   it   within   her   own   chest   a   blossoming   of   warmth.   a   certain.   .   .  contentment    that   was   often   missing.

                    ❛   something   is   on   your   mind.   ❜         a   whisper   of   words   ,   as   if   it   were   a  secret    ,   yet   tone   holds   oh   so   little   jest.   he   always   seemed   to   be   lost   within   thoughts   ,   not   that   she   could   blame   him   ,   for   they   all   were  plagued    with   something   that   filled   the   activity   within   their   minds.   twin   flesh   pull   ever   the   slightested   into   their   common  sweet    smile.           ❛   what   is   it?   ❜

         she   could   see   his   eyes   flickering   back   and   forth   between   her   own   ,   as   if  debate    was   settling   somewhere   behind   them.   of   course   ,  Morgana    doesnt   expect   an   answer.   she   would   be   content   with   the   silence   as   well   ,   for   it   was   something   she   had   grown   rather   use   too.   yet   ,   as   quickly   as   she   had   made   up   her   mind   to   leave   it   be   and   let   the   sandman   take   reigns   to   pull   her   to   slumber   ,   she   found   a   muttering   of   words   to   pull   attention   to   full   force.

@revorto : " you're   the   prettiest   thing   ...   "   his   next   breath   wavers.   "   ...   i've   ever   seen.   "

         she   finds   herself.   .   .  silent.    there   were   few   things   she   may   have  expected    to   come   from   him   ,   even   while   anticipating   little   to   no   reply.   she   would   never   pry   nor   push   him   to   relay   whatever   was   running   through   his   head.   but   she   found   that  astonishment    at   such   a   simple   sentence   being   voice   aloud   to   simply   cause   her   to   stare.   the   aspect   had   heard   such   before   ,   he   would   never   be   the   first  nor    last   to   voice   such   an   opinion.   but   ,   to   her   ,   it   was  his    opinion   of   such   that   made   the   organ   within   her   chest   flutter. 

         after   a   moment   of   the   quiet   she   let   reside   in   their   shared   space   does   she   simply   shift   a   bit   closer   ,   ignoring   a   certain   case   of  boundaries    she   may   even   hold   for   herself.   it   was   just   enough   for   hand   to   untangle   from   herself   to   reach   forward   ,   gently   grazing   digit   tips   across   his   own.   a   line   she   was  nervous    about   ,   yet   the   feeling   of   such   near   brought   a  softer    look   upon   her   expressionism.

                    ❛   go   to   sleep.   ❜         eyes   flutter   shut   ,   nestling   her   head   in   tighter   to   her   makeshift   pillow   ,   fingers   slowly   curling   into   his   palm   with   a  loose    hold.           ❛   before   you   say   something    else    you   may   regret.   ❜

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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some thoughts on pyke regarding mortal injuries / death.

i’d like to think that after a mortal injury pyke does not spill blood unless the wounds are deep enough. to reach the old husk of a body that is alive yet again it takes a lot. when he is reconstructed by the depths you can see sea foam and flowing water, tinted by the green blue magic. it slowly heals him & bubbles up, though the pain is muted cause he's meant to carry on from severe injuries to get the job done. his bones and tendons and all that stuff is hidden in the seawater that flows alongside his blood within. im sure the process of it is quite brutal honestly, i’m sure that if he gets mutilated enough that his body is forced to become mist and return to the sea whence it came from. i think he's pretty neat.

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passion is what catches yasuo's eye , what makes him wade through a sea of people & rest at those who put their heart into what they do . this time , it's not the band who draws yasuo to attention but a single unit out of it . the drummer . it's barely noticeable but yasuo notes that he doesn't belong there . too much love .

together , they could find a home for it .

this solidifies his next move , to introduce himself . leaving his supposedly important company of the night as he heads to the back of the venue . with fingers fidgeting a coin within his pocket he nods politely to the entirety of the band but his eyes zero in on his target . ' can i have a word with your drummer ? ' - yasuo <3

it's a shame that yet another pair of drumsticks are shattered, but nonetheless it is not a surprise on his part. a throbbing hand rises to pull up his bandana to a more comfortable position, a deep set frown hidden beneath its ragged fabric. its a miracle he continues to get gigs as often as he does, a mouthful of complaints spat his way as the drunken crowd filters out a crowded venue. it was too much, too strong, too independent. it does not matter to him in the slightest, picking up a well placed towel to dry the sweat & a water bottle, taking the ' critisism ' on the chin. without him, they wouldn't have even played tonight.

it was only when he heard his voice, he began listening.

pyke allows himself a moment to take a swig of his water, sweat beading off his forehead & settling itself on his mask. he makes a note to wash it once he got home. afterwards, he steps through the other members, pushing his way to face the one who asks for him specifically. " you asked for me ? "

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cont. | @oblivisms

" ⸺ I can make you so much more than what you are now. "

temptation rears its ugly head to the revenant, to the drowned whose purpose of regained revival is promised to be taken & washed away. to merely be a speck of sand amongst the shore & to no longer find himself awaiting prepetual fate. yet, it is the piercing echos of the depths that claim a soul no longer his that leaves him infused with a sentiment of survival. his gaze hardens, ravenous emotions that consume any inclination of free will filling his oceanic soul.

" i ... can't. " the ripple of waves settles in his words. " if there ain't nobody left to repay the depths in blood, i will die. my job ain't finished yet, & my death does not end with you. "

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"it's still murder." (o/ hope this is okay!)

death is the sweetest, most sinful fruit he is forbidden to pick. dangled far from his grasp, a tantalizing invitation that will never be recieved. to walk the thin line betwixt life & death is to face the chilling frost of purgatory, the hazy line of either suffocating amongst the bloodied saltwater or the foreign air of a home no longer his. he heaves in whatever fills his rotten lungs, his body hidden away within a forgotten alleyway as his mind swims. it is nasuating, this dance amidst a body which is already dead & the magic which betrays its final wish.

it was a slaughter. shrill screams had encapsled him, the promise of sharpened vengence & the immortal fact that they were there. the rage that circulates within his diluted veins had ignited, & there was only one cure to turn the uncontrollable flame into ash. they were ripped to shreds, in the end, & those names will remain forevermore crossed off his list. yet those who breathe fight till their final breath. he sits, propped against the mossy brick to relive his body from now forelon movement, sweaty palms facing the moon that basks him in solitude.

he is never truly alone, however. a single midnight brushed feather lands alongside rugged boots, heavy eyes refusing to budge from the sight of its refracting glow. he is carved & broken, & it will take time for her to leave this place. as long as the heart he has keeps pumping, as long as the death that chases him is warded. it will never be his time. a muffled groan leaves his lips, pain muted as is all he is meant to feel, & it is only then he is reminded of a conversation left untouched. his voice is not his own, scratched & clawed as gargled seasalt coats it.

" it takes one to know what they've done. murder is what they seek, & what they've accomplished. " he pauses, & his eyes finally find her. " it is revenge. "

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mun v. muse ! / tagged by none, stolen by me >:)

tagging: all of you. allllllllllllllllllllll of you :)

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what is your energy ?

his acknowledgement of this goes as far as a simple grunt.

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𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐋𝐄 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐍𝐆/𝐅𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓𝐈𝐍𝐆.

you long-suffering, endlessly patient angels get two memes today bc i deleted everything in my inbox on my rp blog and i made these memes to top off a solidly productive day! also, if you ever feel guilty about “not being productive” or having to delete drafts and memes in your tumblr life, DON’T! you’re wonderful and valid and your personal comfort and peace of mind is far more important than an overwhelming inbox or draft count! anyway, these are also self-serving, but also i feel no shame bc there’s an extreme lack of this very good vibe in my line of work, so here u go besties. DO NOT ADD ANYTHING TO THIS LIST!!

DATE UPDATED: 19/10/22

[ PIN ]:     sender pins the receiver to the ground and straddles them while training together.

[ SWORD ]:    sender invites the receiver to engage in sword fighting practice with them.

[ AIM ]:    sender and receiver go to target practice together (using any weapon of choice).

[ GUIDE ]:    sender readjusts the receiver’s stance and posture with their hands while training together.

[ STRIKE ]:    sender aims a blow (via either their fists or their weapon) at the receiver.

[ BLOCK ]:    sender blocks an on-coming attack from the receiver.

[ ARMOR ]:     sender helps to show the receiver how to wear and take care of their armor.

[ PREPARE ]:     sender guides the receiver through some pre-battle stretching exercises.

[ CHALLENGE ]:    sender challenges the receiver to a sparring match/actual fight.

[ TEND ]:    sender and receiver tend to one another’s wounds in the aftermath of a fight.

[ RESTRAIN ]:    sender physically restrains the receiver from attacking someone else.

[ FEND ]:    sender adopts a defensive position that stops the receiver from launching an attack on them.

[ PUNCH ]:    sender punches the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ KICK ]:     sender launches a kick at the receiver (to an unknown degree of success or failure).

[ TACKLE ]:    sender physically tackles the receiver during a fight.

[ DRAG ]:     sender physically drags or carries the receiver away from a fight.

[ UP ]:     sender extends a hand to the fallen receiver to help them to their feet after a fight/sparring match.

[ BACK ]:    sender stands behind the receiver while in the midst of battle in order to help them fight off their enemies.

[ ARRIVE ]:     just as the receiver is about to lose hope and become defeated, the sender arrives at the last minute to help them fight their enemies.

[ EXTRA ]:    sender hands the receiver a spare weapon during a fight to give them a better chance after they break or lose their own.

[ WALL ]:     sender slams the receiver against a wall during a fight/sparring match.

[ COVER ]:    sender lunges forward to throw their body over the receiver and shield them from harm during a fight.

[ POWER ]: sender and/or receiver use their powers during a sparring match in order to develop and enhance their abilities.

[ UNLEASH ]: sender, while fighting with the receiver during a physical confrontation, uses their powers in an effort to gain the upper hand.