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"Why do you keep rubbing your eyes? Is somethig wrong?"

Declan’s eyes burned, stung and felt generally dry and irritated. They’d been like this all day and were causing him to scratch and rub at them every few minutes. He thought he’d been discreet and that Mathias wouldn’t notice since Dec was at his regular place at the computer whilst Mads watched TV on the sofa. Apparently not. “P-probably n-nothing,” Dec mumbled. “Just- just feel weird.” He felt his face burn red as he tried to focus on the computer. Mads was going to make him get it checked out, he hated clinics and hospitals - the chemicals they used to clean them always reminded him of… Bad Things. 

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"I am not some object to be bought and sold!"

Declan looked at the boy curiously, Mama had promised him a pet to play with and all of them had seemed dull until now. This one was pretty, he had hair like the sun and a mark on his face that was a beautiful shade of red, like his own but much nicer. Softer.

“I w-want this one,” he said to the large man who was chaperoning Declan and his Mama. He stared at the boy as he spoke, his voice nervous and shaking, he bit his lip as he stared at the other boy. He desperately wanted to touch him now but Mama said he couldn’t.

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"Kill them. Kill them all. Make them suffer."

Declan was terrified. Mads wasn’t like this usually, he was pacing up and down frantically in front of Dec’s place on the sofa. He sat with his arms around his bent leg and his head on his knees. Mads had found out about Harrison, the psychiatric nurse turned drug dealer who had hurt Declan so many years ago. So Mads had put it, in Dec’s mind at the time he had a much older boyfriend who took care of him - in reality he was a scared sixteen year old boy who was being groomed by his nurse. And Mads wanted to avenge that boy. Declan wasn’t sure. “I- I know, t-that’s what we d-do to people who- who hurt us, r-right? Hurt them. B-but k-kill them?” This entire situation felt terrifying and surreal. “E-especially not- H-harrisson isn’t b-bad. Not- not really. And. I g-got him f-fired, I d-did enough just… L-leave it, p-please?”

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"Long live the king."

Declan gulps at the words, Mathias is forcing him to type - a message to all of the people’s worked for. The words whispered into his ear by his partner shouldn’t be so menacing but it is - Declan is rarely scared of Mathias, he doesn’t have any reason to… But now he certainly is. Right now, Declan is shaking, he never thought Mathias would force him to do anything and perhaps he should have taken the other’s demands that Declan stopped working for anyone but him seriously. If he had, maybe he wasn’t going to be forced to do this. The King, that’s what Mathias calls himself. The boy king, is what everyone else says - of course, people have guessed the infamous hacker c0pyb0t512′s connection to the crime boss. They’ll know precisely who he’s referring to. Declan’s instructions are clear, he’s to type those words as a message to every hacker and criminal he knows alongside a particularly viscous piece of malware of Declan’s design. It was his own idea, a long time ago - but it was supposed to be if necessary. He never thought Mathias would use it against him.“Fine, fine, I’ll fucking- fucking say it- okay? I’ll do it,” Declan stammers. If he doesn’t he’ll lose Mads. He can’t lose Mads.

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"How does it feel to think in my voice?"

The words come as a whisper from behind him, and they’d make Declan jump if he weren’t too terrified to move. He swallows, he feels Mathias’ presence behind him and normally that’s comforting - but right now he feels like he’s under scrutiny… As if one wrong turn could result in him being hurt or something else. Declan was sure Mathias would never hurt him but he thought he’d never scare him either. “I- It’s…” Declan stops for a moment, voice wavering and small. “Safe, it makes me feel safe,” he ends, surprising himself with the statement. He’s terrified but in a weird way - it’s true he does feel safe. Mathias is control of Declan now. Stupid, dopey Declan can’t look after himself. It’s better this way, right?

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"All you need is me."

Declan froze when Mathias spoke, his eyes hardening with a possessive edge that Declan had never seen before. He gulped and exhaled, for a moment feeling a little scared. “I don’t- what do you mean?” Declan asked as he felt Mathias pull the other into his arms and cling to him - an affectionate action that now felt as if it had a sinister edge to it.

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💉

“M-mads?” Declan stammered, his throat dry and his body weak. He was curled up on his side in the middle of their living room, his eyes were bloodshot and his cheeks were tear-stained. He felt like his stomach was both empty and filled with rats clawing at the lining, trying to get to his organs. There was a pool of bloody vomit next to him as he hadn’t been able to stand up and get to the bathroom. He reached out shakily, his limbs fragile and tried to grab at Mathias’ shirt, his grip barely a brush against him. “Y-your v-vi-vicodin, took- took too m-much I- I think.”

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"It's nothing." (Mathias)

“Doesn’t- doesn’t look like- it’s not nothing- it’s not,” Declan stammers wide eyed and frantic, beginning to hyperventilate as he paces anxiously - throwing terrified looks towards Mathias who walked in and almost collapsed on the sofa. “Oh fuck, fuck, fuck…” Declan repeats to himself as he wraps his arms around his torso. “What- what can I - what do I do.”

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💗

“Mads, I’m okay,” Declan mumbled a little embarrassed. The fresh stitches in his belly still hurt admittedly, and his t-shirt was still wet with blood but he was fine now… And Johan was stood awkwardly in the background of the scene, as Mathias had practically pounced on a weak Declan, and held him tight, almost crying into the smaller boy’s shoulder. “Mads, I- I’m sorry but it’s okay, it’s okay now,” Declan murmured again, letting his weak arms wrap around Mathias’ waist.

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"I can't do this anymore, this hurts too much, I'm going to scream."

“I-It’s okay my-my p-prince,” Declan said softly, he stroked Mathias’ blonde curls as his eyes nervously flitted to the door waiting for the back alley doctor they called to bang on it at any moment. The other had just come home, bleeding and bruised, in agony but had somehow summoned the strength to get home. Now here he was, collapsed on the floor and in Declan’s arms - hoping that help would be here soon. “It’s- it’s g-going to be o-okay, I p-promise, he’ll be-be here s-soon.”

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8. My muse has lost all their senses, other than touch and hearing. They must identify yours.               

Declan sat up shakily at the sound of the opening door. He still wasn’t used to how loud everything felt now that he could only focus on hearing - apparently the sensory issues that came with his autism made this even harder for him ti adjust than usual. He ran his fingers through his hair out of anxiety, his hand made contact with the bandages still wrapped around his eyes. As soon as it did he winced, memories of the attack still fresh in his mind. The people who attacked him gouged out his eyes, and he hit his head so hard he hasn’t been able to taste or smell anything since he woke up in hospital. The doctor’s weren’t sure why and thought it might be a neurological response to trauma that would return in time… Declan was worried it wouldn’t. he’d already lost his sight - he didn’t want to lose anything else. Suddenly, he felt a long thin hand against his hair and a pair of lips against the top of his head - it was familiar and almost comforting. He knew who this was, and the soft murmur that he heard confirmed it. “Mads?” Declan whimpered a sob in his throat as he reached out to the man he hoped was at his side.

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"I look like a crime scene."

“You- you always do w-when you come in from-from work,” Declan said wryly, it would have sounded almost mean if it didn’t come with his small voice and his stammer. He had an affectionate smile on his lips and bright eyes, as soon as he found out that most of the blood on his clothes wasn’t Mathias’ he relaxed dramatically. “F-Fuck, I know you hate- hate the b-blood but… You look… R-really fucking hot like this,” Declan says, blushing heavily and his voice strained and gasping. “Who- who did you hurt? Did you- did you what did- did you do-? Fuck, d-do you have any idea how h-hot you are right now.”

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"I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren't healthy, but this is even less healthy."

Declan looks up from his place at his computer, his eyes surrounded by dark circles and bloodshot. His eyelashes are wet, he’s not sure why - he was probably crying at some point… He doesn’t remember. He sees dark shadows in his vision, and he’s feeling less real by the moment. 72 hours. It’s been over 72 hours  72 hours since he found out his Mama was still alive. 72 hours since he’s slept. Declan looks up at Mathias, not really seeing him or registering what he said. He’s spent this time trying to find his Mama and make sure she can’t find him - it’s not that he doesn’t want to sleep… It’s that he physically can’t. Over the last three days he’s had the worst insomnia he’s ever had, and of course the undying quest to find his Mama isn’t helping. “I- I don’t- don’t wanna,” Declan mumbles, turning back to his computer hunched over manically. “So close… Really close.”

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"I've eaten nothing but flower petals & ivy for weeks because I want to be beautiful inside like you." (Mathias)

Declan opens his mouth to speak, shuts it again and then blinks rapidly for a few moments. Mathias always does have a touch for the dramatic and this time Declan has no idea whether he’s being serious or not. On the one hand, Mathias barely eats, and … That sounds exactly like something he would do. On the other, Declan doesn’t want to believe Mathias would actually do that to himself. “I… You’re… Are you- are you serious,” Declan says, with wide concerned eyes as his breath quickens.

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nature aesthetics.

bold the natural aesthetics that appeal to / apply to your muse.   REPOST, DO NOT REBLOG. feel free to add any natural features you see fit !

tagged by @ivakir

tagging: @conflagratin @childrenoffrell @bakteriefrit @cyanidedaydreamandfireflies 

fluffy white nimbus clouds. dark grey cumulonimbus clouds. rainclouds. a hurricane. light spring breeze. a sherbet-colored sky at sunrise. hazy yellow skies. deep blue ponds of fresh water. blankets of sparkling snow. tornado winds. monsoon flooding. rich, orange sunsets. soft, purple clouds at dusk. heavy hail. the rumbling of thunder. icy sleet. gentle snowfall. moss-dusted tree bark. pink sunset clouds. grey winter skies. navy blue skies in the daytime. cool mist in the morning. leaf-bare trees. giant ocean waves. the full moon. a cracked, dry desert. rolling hills of prairie grass. sweeping waves of briny seawater. rocky, steep ravines. rippling canyon walls. spindly, cave stalactites. creeping, green ivy. lush canopies of leafy trees. dense, white fog. a peaceful creek of clear water. flowering cacti dusted with dew, catching light in the morning sun. a bubbling, hot pool of volcanic sulfur. sharp, grey mountainsides. fossils nestled in chunks of rock. a white sand beach. deep imprints of animal tracks in the dirt. soft, squishy moss. uniform rows of birch trees in winter. delicate mushrooms popping up in spring from beneath the decay on the forest floor. tumbleweeds jerking in the faintest wind across the desert landscape. light rain. summer wildfires. a mixing of hot and cool air before a storm. silent lightning in the static of summer heat. a windy blizzard. thick flakes of snow tumbling down from the sky. a tree standing alone in a barren, yellow field. a desert of loose sand and tall, orange dunes. a pure blue sky. a river of molten rock. a grove of flowering trees. twisting, mangled roots sticking up from the muddy ground. bitter, cold winds. tumultuous skies of stormy clouds. branches of lightning ripping across the sky. a foggy swamp. the tree-bare foothills of a mountain range. sandy brown cliffsides. rocky coastlines. the violent shaking of an earthquake. the mysterious sound of ethereal trumpets in the sky. the lights of the auroras borealis and australis. a black sand beach. a lone tropical island in the reef of shallow, aqua waters. underwater volcanic vents. a herd of migrating mammals. tree branches growing heavy with ripe fruit. light streaming down through the clouds. a field of lush grain wading peacefully in the summer breeze. the sound of insects and frogs teeming in the night. natural disasters

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SHIPPING INFO Answer the following for your muse(s) so people know how shipping works on your blog. REPOST. Don’t reblog. tagged by: @ivakir (finally done this sorry!!)  tagging: @conflagratin @conflagratin @childrenoffrell @desertfragments @cyanidedaydreamandfireflies WHAT’S YOUR OTP FOR YOUR MUSE?: Oh, definitely him and Mathias @bakteriefrit WHAT ARE YOU WILLING TO RP WHEN IT COMES TO SHIPPING?: Preferably angst, ex-partners, couldn't possibly happen and the like. Fluff is good too, but I don't wanna do anything smut related. That being said, non-con/dub-con smut is a-okay. So are non-con/dub-con ships. Seriously give them to me.  HOW LARGE DOES THE AGE GAP HAVE TO BE TO MAKE IT UNCOMFORTABLE?: Since he’s 24, anything over 10 years would be weird. But anything with anyone under 20 would also be weird. But it depends. I can't have Dec with a minor, but I’m okay with a ship of someone over 10 years older that is non-con, dub-con, ex-partners, couldn't ever happen etc. But I dunno, as long as no minors and it doesn't feel weird I guess this is a case by case basis. ARE YOU SELECTIVE WHEN SHIPPING?: Sort of. If there's chemistry it's gonna be considered though.   HOW FAR DO STEAMY MOMENTS HAVE TO GO BEFORE THEY’RE CONSIDERED NSFW?: Anything that wouldn't be in a 12a really (I think pg-13 is the American counter part?)  WHO ARE OTHER MUSES YOU SHIP YOUR MUSE WITH?: Um, not really anyone at the moment like officially except for a "this can't happen but let's flirt badly" thing with Lars @conflagratin DOES ONE HAVE TO ASK TO SHIP WITH YOU?: Please do. Mostly 'cause I probably don't want to it to fit a traditional archetype. I'm not selective about those I just want you know, warning and to discuss it. Any form of traditional relationship I'm super selective about however. Also because I’m dumb and autistic and won’t realise that you are intending for a ship until it’s too late.  HOW OFTEN DO YOU LIKE TO SHIP?: Um, depends? Dec and Mads are usually at the forefront of my mind. Other ships are good but not a priority.  ARE YOU MULTISHIP?: Yeah ARE YOU SHIP OBSESSED OR SHIP MORE-OR-LESS?: Um. Ambivalent. WHAT IS YOUR FAVORITE SHIP IN YOUR CURRENT FANDOM?: Fandomless but let's say Dec and Mads  FINALLY, HOW DOES ONE SHIP WITH YOU?: Well, ask or talk to me ooc before starting anything or progressing the ship but for the most part just let the ship I where it goes I guess? But I'd prefer to be asked about anything questionable or like, important plot points. I think that's it?