#anlgesic

[wardogsong]

"That's uh, that's a nice radio y'got there, man. S'what the kids are into these days, huh? Whaddya— whaddya call it, uh— vintagecore."

Vintagecore?? Did he have that right? No— he's got that sense tickling at the back of his neck that Lisa would be snickering behind her cupped hand if she'd heard him, putting that fond look of disbelief on Maria's face; their eternal exasperation with how behind the times he could get while away. Shit, he must'a picked it up somewhere but he'll be damned if he can remember where or why— let alone puzzle out why the hell it was what tripped out of his mouth except that he had to say SOMETHING to the guy behind the opened door. Eyes landed on radio, bullshit emerged.

Now left hand rises, pastry box held in it and vaguely wagged at the under the table medic, it's clear cellophane window giving him a glimpse at the dozen donuts within. "Sorry— thought I'd uh, y'know, bring you this." A small taste of gratitude for a favor now owed to a man whose name he didn't even know. Bill had scraped him off the concrete dazed, bleeding, his hearing and sight shorting out and flickering back intermittently. Frank had gathered he was being taken somewhere— maybe to his death, probably to his burial, but there'd been no fight left in him; no strength with which to get away. Instead he'd wound up traveling here, the metal numbers on the door sticking in his battered memory of that night, neatly slotted alongside the route he'd taken out of this neighborhood and back to his own when he could stand for longer than ten seconds at a time— easy enough to retrace with a peace offering.

[hexsrealityarchived2]

@anlgesic inquired:  🌿🍒

Send  🌿🍒  for sender’s muse to kiss receiver’s muse under the mistletoe.

Wanda had wanted to get some shopping done before the holidays were over, she had convinced Eugene to come along with her. It did take some prodding on her part, but he decided to come out with her. It was just her buying and him carrying her bags, it was already getting to the point where the bags were becoming too much for him to carry. After all, she had finished buying all the necessary gifts for the people in her life, and now had become shopping for herself now at this point. They had come upon a department store that had a reef and mistletoe hung just above the doorway. 

They had stopped just right at the doorway to allow Wanda to carry some of the bags that Eugene was carrying when Wanda had happened to look up to see they were both underneath the mistletoe. Wanda tugged at the sleeve of Eugene’s jacket to get his attention, once she had it, she wordlessly pointed up at the mistletoe directly above them.  Her lilac eyes trailed down just in time to see Eugene leaning forward, catching her lips with his in a kiss. She had gasped softly, being caught off guard, but had slowly melted into the kiss and in an embrace with him.

[analyticallymindedaa]

HOW DO YOU TRAGICALLY DIE ? betrayed in the plot twist. that shady ally you and your buddies have turned out to be a rotten egg after all, and you're their victim. the audience saw it before you did. being stabbed in the back hurts like a bitch; i don't envy you, but take solace knowing your death was the single most pivotal moment in the entire story.

tagged by: @anlgesic tagging: @captainzoom, @mythosar, @kurjaks, idk who else man if you haven't done it say i tagged you

[d0ctheriot]

aes  archive  for  @anlgesic.

[ether1ot]

writing  archive  for  @anlgesic.

[agnidei]

ANLGESIC, CONTINUED.

✯ ❝Mhm. Hungry. THAT’S what I am. An’ fresh, is what you are.❞ Okay. Don’t let the sniff on your neck throw you off, or anything. You’re a long way from the Bayou, mister. Terrible times to wander.

@anlgesic

[eisiramdeus]

ANLGESIC, FOR AN INDEPENDENCE DAY STARTER 🇺🇸

✯ EARLY FIREWORKS IN THE AFTERNOON     THE SUN HAS LONG SET ON THE EMPIRE     BUT THE SKY REMAINS LIT BY BOTH THE     AFTERNOON SUN AND STRANGE FOLK     WHO JUST WISH TO CELEBRATE A LITTLE     EARLIER THAN MOST. RED, WHITE, BLUE     IN THE SKY. IT IS NOT THE SAME WITHOUT     HIM BUT I SOLDIER ON. IT’S ALL I KNOW.

IN KITCHEN, towering over the counter, the close-by neighbors and the neurotic over punctuality begin to trickle in at the arranged time, six something in the afternoon; he’s salting the steaks, coarse, but without making them too dry in the process. Brisket already on the closed grill out the window to get that hour or so head start. Front door wide open, the guests find their way in as they please, light conversation on his living room with the early birds here to drink the beer he left on the cooler. Eugene, much anticipated guest riding in and onto his kitchen—he’s family, knows his way around the property and the ranch. ❝Uncle—❞ he hears the sliding barn doors roll open and his focused eyes avert, he smiles, shining white teeth, head over his shoulder looking back, and raises his hands to show they’re bloodied and greasy from handling the raw steaks. It means he won’t hug you just yet, but don’t you go nowhere now, Uncle, there’s more to my tale. 

❝Oh, I’ll be right wit’ ya, lemme just—❞ chuckling, cold water from the tap rinsing the grime off his hands, he pushes the aluminium tray of steaks off to the side on the counter next to the tabletop clock and a framed picture of Andrew, sir, a little plastic flag he stuck on a beer can that he’d cracked and left open beside the portrait like a shrine. Hot water and soap now, clean hands, new slate, dries them on the towel. Arms open to greet ya, Uncle, if you please.

@anlgesic​

[hexsrealityarchived2]

when you get this, post theme songs for your muse! then tag 5 or more people !

𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐀𝐑𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: Just a Girl remix by: Florence + Machine

𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: Personal Jesus by Depeche Mode

𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: Imaginary by Evanescence

𝐁𝐎𝐒𝐒 𝐁𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐌𝐄: Necromancy by Bathory

Tagged by: @pistoiet (thank you!! ❤️)

Tagging: @taissakingston, @fasciinating, @jensationals, @rg4rz, @peacereflected (for Bucky!), @anlgesic, @breaksmen, @razorfst, @viperbit, @spxnglr , @hauntrcss , @hwkeyejr , @svpe, @bothsidesofaquestion , @edgymuses (any of your muses) , @untamedtempest , and you!

[defyxoblivionmoved]

oral @ kenneth.

@anlgesic

A supply depot was a risky place for this, he knew, but Kenneth also knew he wasn't going to pass up the opportunity. He was half seated, half leaning on a crate, pants pulled down around his thighs.

A hand tangles in Eugene's hair, fingers digging harsh against his scalp. He was a selfish young man, it was true. And impatient. Kenneth pulled Eugene's head closer, forcing his dick into the man's throat. Uncalled for, certainly, but damn good.

"You like that, man?" He was trying to be quiet, but couldn't help the taunt. He just had to say it.

[skjebne-a]

@anlgesic​

The difference in matters has never really bugged either of them. Even when he had been found all those years ago, there was a weight that settled in the bask of bones. James and Eugene had this type of relationship that was stretched past the passage of time. There was this layer that crept beneath the surface of what had been and what was, and the shades inbewten. James swallows, a press at the back of his throat.Fingers rubbing at the back of his eye, the ticking of the clock evident in the background. The old tunes on the radio still haunting.      Everyone has their demons. James had Natasha at one point, but before that, there had been a crossfire and a whirlwind that was Eugene. None the less he allows his fingers to brush over his hairline in that type of gentle sweeping motion. A forgotten motion that is entirely too soft for someone that is as wartorn as him. Yet here he is cradling and touching so gently.   He allows his fingers to sooth over hair and touch the skin, a faint melody on his lips that his mother used to sing. The yiddish not entirely remembered.        It is a moment of peace in a world that has such a tilted axis. 

[unexceptional-broken]

                   ( @anlgesic​ ) «  ❛ if you take care of everyone, who takes care of you? ❜

               THAT WASN’T A question she was allowed to ask herself, and it hadn’t been for a very, very long time. Not since she’d lost her sisters, her parents... even her brother, who had miraculously come back from the dead, but only after she had lived through burying an empty casket with his name. She had taken care of herself — however poorly she’d been managing .—for a very long time. 

Becky focused on her reflection in the mirror, trying not to see where he was leaned against the doorway of the bathroom, asking her questions that she didn’t want to think about and couldn’t answer. The truth was, no one took care of her. The truth was, she didn’t ask for help, even when she needed it. The truth was, she hadn’t thought about who she would ask if she really, really needed help. 

She could call Jimmy, maybe Steve. But the problem with having to share them with the world was that the world always spoke louder than she could. And how could she even blame them, really, when it was between her and the world? 

She had a revolving door of people in her living room, taking up residence on her murphy bed, but they came to her because they needed help. They needed someone to rely on, who would always be there. They were too busy protecting everyone else and they needed someone to fall back on. 

Becky dabbed at her split lip gently but deftly, pointedly not looking at Eugene even when she had to turn around to pick up a new rag for the hydrogen peroxide for the cut along her cheek. 

“I’ve made it this far,” she said, finally, not really knowing what else there was to say. “I think that’s gotta be enough for now.” 

[eisiramdeus]

ANLGESIC, CONTINUED.

✯ TO YOU, MAYBE. THIS IS BREAKFAST, LUNCH, AND     DINNER TOO. DON’T START PRAYING FOR FORGIVENESS     QUITE YET, UNCLE, THIS IS A LONG ASS DAY AHEAD.

❝What? I’m right.❞ Scoffing, huffing laughter, jumping shoulders across the table, spreading butter on toast. Steaming scrambled eggs with peppers, bacon bits, and the uncle’s spice blend that no one can quite recreate. ❝It’s breakfast talk, if yer a degenerate like me. It’s almost like y’ain’t been in every campaign in the world. Figured the corps woulda fried that inhibition.❞ Fork lifts a small amount of soft scramble onto the side of the toast, brought up to his mouth with a big bite. Fucker talks between his chews when the opportunity for air presents itself. ❝It’s fun, trust me. Don’t ever git tired o’ takin’ pain outta everyone’s asses all the time? Sometimes y’gotta be the reason why they’re sore.❞

@anlgesic​

[amicablemedic]

@anlgesic

[ghststry]

𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃    𝙰𝚁𝙴    𝚈𝙾𝚄    𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶?

—  forgiveness  .

"what  should  i  apologize  for;  what  i  am  or  what  i'm  not?"  //  oh,  little  hero,  how  close  are  you  to  crumbling  under  the  weight  on  your  shoulders?  how  heavy  has  that  heart  of  yours  gotten?  how  deeply  has  the  guilt  burrowed  into  your  bones?  how  permanently  has  the  grief  been  seared  into  your  soul?  you  were  so  tender,  and  the  world  so  cruel.  loss  after  loss  after  loss,  each  another  chip  on  your  shoulder.  because  you  deserved  it,  didn't  you?  if  you  could  be  better...faster...stronger...smarter...then  maybe  it  wouldn't  have  happened.  right?  the  blood  stains  your  hands,  and  it  won't  wash  out  will  it?  but  darling,  it's  never  been  your  fault.  you've  learned  to  turn  the  rage  and  the  regret,  the  guilt  and  the  grief,  inwards.  if  you're  hurt,  it's  your  own  fault  isn't  it?  because  then  there's  a  reason  for  it,  because  it  gives  you  some  semblance  of  control,  doesn't  it?  what  you  seek  is  forgiveness,  for  your  perceived  wrongs.  but  oh,  little  skeleton,  you  do  not  need  it.  stop  blaming  yourself  for  what  was  beyond  your  control.  let  go  of  the  past.  grow.  and  learn  to  breathe  with  both  of  your  lungs.  stop  choking  on  your  own  self  hatred.  the  weight  will  ease,  i  promise.  i  love  you.

tagged  by :  @rgerz  ♡♡♡♡ tagging :  @anlgesic,  @bhavidya,  @crimefightr,  @discngaged,  @firelightfables ( steve ),  @historiestold ( elena ),  @ironrite,  @myersbprd,  @noirsteel,  @proctored,  @serenitysought,  @unworthyheart,  @warcarried​ 

[hexsrealityarchived2]

Which Tragic Character from Ancient Greek Literature Are You?

Patroclus

you are patroclus, from the iliad by homer, doomed by fate to be stuck in a love story that has no place on the battlefield. although you always have the best intentions, you have to realize you cannot save everyone. your unwavering loyalty means you often lose yourself in the process of putting others first. take a deep breath, remember who you are, and that you are deserving of the same love you try to put out. you are kind, you are strong, and you give and you give but it is never enough to protect those you love. in the end, it's not even enough to protect yourself.

Tagged by: @pistoiet (thank you dear! ❤️❤️)

Tagging: @hiredassault , @fasciinating , @gammaragee , @exghul , @taissakingston , @thefastestaround , @dereiserne , @razorfst , @hauntrcss , @batcaller , @batinstincts , @bothsidesofaquestion , @untamedtempest , @unexceptional , @anlgesic , @overclocks and you!

[roguetm]

✶- spell out your url using song titles !

R ~ roman sky - avenged sevenfold O ~ ode to a conversation stuck in your throat - del water gap G ~ glory - dermot kennedy U ~ uh huh - julia michaels E ~  eta - spencer barnett T ~ trojan horse - sebastian paul M ~ morning after - dvsn

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐄𝐃 𝐁𝐘 : @weaponxtm​​ ( ty ! ) 

𝐓𝐀𝐆𝐆𝐈𝐍𝐆 : @anlgesic​​,  @starruled​​, @hereticalsouls​​,  @diabclique​​  & everyone else !