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[kaerinio]

. . . die.t m.ountain de.w by l.dr is just so daario and dany coded??

[rcjoice]

open to mutuals

if he hadn't asked them to come with, to hold him accountable, he wouldn't have gone. and, really, he needs to go. he hasn't gone in a month now and his skin itches with need. this is the longest he's been sober in.. he doesn't want to admit how long. but this time of year was always hard, this time of year always makes his insides feel like they're being swarmed with fire ants. the only thing that slows them down is the high that floods his veins. he knows he'll go back to it eventually, but for now it felt good to be proud of something.

"so.." he starts, twirling his straw in the milkshake that sat before him. he can't look them in the eyes, almost embarrassed to have laid everything on the table like that. but the only way to get rid of the stinking rot in his chest was to get it out, pull it out of his chest with every word that fell out of his mouth. "now you know like, most of the bad things that happened to me." he gives them a weak smile, running a hand over his buzzed hair. "are we like, cool still?"

[rosueen]

  @unelectedofficial​   <3′d   for   a   starter   !!

              ‘   and   you   live   here   ?   color   me   impressed   !   everything   in   this   strange   place   seems   unreal   -   it   it   isn't   anyway   -      it’s   remarkable   !!   ’

[monikurse]

ok ok ok so i gotta:

make bane’s ffxv & ff7r verses make more icons  think up more headcanons

[quccnscars]

@redheadarcher said ❛ i’ve missed you. ❜ to yelena

❝ And I have missed you. ❞ She did. Her sister's child was extremely important to her; almost as much as her sister was. Plus, there was something nice about being missed, about being waited for she had never wanted children herself, but knowing that she had family waiting for her, always made her work safer to help the other widows that were left in the wake of the Red Room's fall. Wrapping her arms around the girl very quickly before moving away, she grinned, ❝ I brought you souvenirs. ❞

[vocalcontrol]

12. — cookie

one word writing prompts.   //   accepting !@yunihon​

          ❝   i’m   probably  not   the   best  to   enlist   in   helping   make  cookies,   eri.   ❞   hands   pull  out   ingredients,   vaguely  remembering   what   he   had   read  from   the   recipe  that   he   had   read   online.  he   would   probably  double   check   as   soon   as   he   got   all   of   what   he   had   on   hand   to   the   table.  

         glancing   above  the   various   cooking  items,   he   would  raise   an   eyebrow  at   the   younger  girl,   setting   them  beside   her.  

         ❝   i   do   hope  you   remember   the   last   time  i   tried   to   boil   water.   ❞   an   obvious   joke,  but   it   made  his   point   clear.  he   was   not   a   good  cook,   &   he   doubted   that  baking   would   end   differently.  

         however,   he   agreed   simply  because   eri   needed,  wanted,   his   help.  how   can   he   deny   her   when   she   requested   so   simply   as   well   ?  

         hands   settle  on   his   hips  as   he   glances  at   the   recipe  again,   ❝   which  means,   you’re   going  to   have   to   help   me   out,   slugger,  if   you   don’t  want   me   burning  down   the   kitchen,  huh   ?   ❞

[rcjoice]

open to mutuals

it's early in the morning, the sun shining in his window as he creeps into the bedroom. he hadn't been able to sleep once the clock struck four in the morning, but he didn't want to wake the other in his bed, not just yet. they were kind of cute when they're sleeping, and he would feel way too bad to make them stir when they're resting so well. it's when he's coming back to the bedroom again he trips over his own feet, falling into the door loud enough it slams open, hitting the wall. "fuck!" he sees them starting to stir. "shit, sorry, i---" he gives them a sheepish grin and holds up a bag. "i brought you breakfast?"

[rcjoice]

@de2thletter liked for a starter!

"hey, kid." his voice is soft, even, nudging the other with his hand in attempts to wake him up. "don't puke on my couch, alright? just 'cause you're hungover, doesn't mean i'm gonna be cool with it. only people i've been inside and people i made get to puke on that couch."

[rcjoice]

@downspirals liked this for a starter

"you're a blanket hog." he's saying it as he yanks his comforter back towards him, the two of them tangled together after a usual night of fooling around and getting under each other's skin (and clothes). "i'm gonna start making you bring your own over."

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths likes this for a starter

"do you know where you're gonna be after this?" after what exactly? this party? this day? this life time? he's one too many drinks in, he gets existential. "you wanna grab something to eat later?" maybe he's trying not to think too hard about it anymore.

[rcjoice]

open to mutuals

he sits across from them, hands clasped as he leans forward, forearms resting on his thighs. a position of exhaustion, of apology. "this isn't what i wanted, y'know." there's a soft melancholy to his voice, a soft defeat sitting on his shoulders as he stares down at his feet, unable to keep eye contact with them. he did what he always does, he did something he can't take back and blew this up. "i didn't want it to be like this, i never wanted to do this to you." it's the same practiced apology that always falls out of his mouth when he does the thing. he always does the thing. "its just who i am." is that an explanation or an excuse? maybe both. "it's who i'll always be."

[rcjoice]

@de2thletter liked this for a lyric starter

this year//the mountain goats i am going to make it through this year, if it kills me

his face is drawn up in a tight smile, one that reads frustration despite his forced attempt. "you are not ruinin' my mood this year, flo. not once. because i am a new man." the look on his face grows more towards constipated as he tries to keep the smile. "even if you did just knock my phone down a storm drain. super fine. i'll just-- i'll get another."

[kaerinio]

i'm sorry, but i'm lowkey looking forward to the bickering that's going to occur between dany, yung griff, and joncon?? yung griff is gonna talk about all the skills he picked up while living on the boat, surrounded by people who were all devoted to him, cared for him, and taught him. he's going to try his best to impress her. and dany's just gonna tilt her head to the side and tell him that while he was playing prince, she was dodging assassination attempts, crushing her enemies, conquering, and actually ruling (and fulfilling prophecies).

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths liked this for a vday starter!!//matthew

"c'mon." he hooks his arms under matthew's, physically dragging him away from the door. "we're going out to the store. we're buying candy. we're buying wine. we're watching romcoms. i don't care if you don't want to, it's the tradition." who's tradition? "don't be such a crybaby."

[rcjoice]

@afterdeaths liked this for a birthday starter!!//daisy

"okay, so," he steps out of his bedroom, pinstriped button up hanging open as he shows her the outfit. "is this good? better than usual?" he's not typically one to worry about how he looks, but he had two days of the year that he attempts to give a shit. "or do i look stupid? i feel like i look stupid." his one pair of nicer pants sits low on his hips, no belt holding it up yet. "don't lie to me, either."

[rcjoice]

open to mutuals

"so..." his eyes are downcast, hands in his pockets. "are you.. you doin' anything for like, valentine's day?" it's his first one since his divorce, the first one he's been alone for in.. he can't remember how long. when was the last time he had been single for more than a few weeks? "if not, we can like, do something together. not like-- it definitely doesn't have to be a date. could just be two pals, palin' around, you know? if you want." he shrugs. "i can cook us dinner, even. but totally platonically, if you want."