#flawless!verse

[francesderwent]

the rest of side b is frankly a letdown after The Black Dog, but The Black Dog is probably the best technically written song on the album and maybe the best technically written song she’s come out with in years sooo

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: This should have been an easy mission. An overachieving cultivator had gotten his hands on a stray spiritual device in the shape of a locket. As soon as he had clasped it around his neck, it had nearly choked all his qi and very life from him. Show up, scold him a little under the guise of being an official from a neighboring sect, confiscate. Down and back with enough time to spare for a nice dinner and a few rounds of wine (their treat of course, which was obviously why they'd dragged their best friend into it)! Except-- it hadn't been a spiritual device. It had been a possessed charm. As soon as the hapless cultivator touched it, he ceased to exist. They'd never seen anything quite like this before; a puppeteered corpse gnashing its teeth at anything close enough to bite, practically ripping itself apart just to get to something with a stronger, healthier source of spiritual energy. Too many mortals had tried their luck already. The moment anyone made physical contact with the body, their meridians bled like opened veins.

Shi Qingxuan had been so sure the blast from Ming Yi had knocked the thing senseless. While cooing about how dependable their best friend was, they'd reached down to undo the locket. He'd warned them to wait a moment. Of course they hadn't listened. They should have just broken the chain. They should have kept their eyes on the body. They should have taken caution for once. Instead, they'd cried, "Ming-xiong, you really are too rough!" as soon as his hand had closed around their arm and yanked. But they hadn't. And now he was sprawled against the shack wall, pulsing rends in his neck where that horrible thing's fingernails had raked into his flesh.

Only now do they take proper precaution and summon a whirling gale to keep the possessed corpse suctioned to the floor. Locket in hand, they rush to his side. Their stomach twists. Ashen discoloration spreads from his wounds. They've only ever seen this color on ghosts.

The memory of a voice dripping in perverse hunger leers in their ear. Your closest friends will die because of you.

Their form switches back in an instant, fan clattering to the ground at the Earth Master's as Shi Qingxuan drops to their knees in front of him. They're the Wind Master now! There's not a single person or force in the world that would dare touch them or theirs. That wretched thing went silent centuries ago. Besides, Reverends couldn't bring harm to gods. Unless every event in their life leading to this moment had been carefully woven into their fate as soon as they'd taken heed of that damned curse. What a silly idea. So silly they can't help but laugh- a strangled noise that's more of a whine than anything else.

Heartbeat pounding against their skull, Shi Qingxuan gingerly presses the back of their hand to his forehead. Residual qi deviation rips through their veins like a knife through delicate silk. They swallow down the urge to vomit and focus on buffeting his deviated energy against theirs. The wounds are already closing. But he's still so pale. So still. So... dead.

"Ming Yi?" Their voice hasn't been this small in a long, long time. They try not to think about how similar this abode is to that forgotten little house at the foot of a mountain somewhere far away. "Look at me. Please. I'm sorry. I'm sorry, it's my fault- scold me all you want, a-alright?"

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Black Water Submerging Ships could crush this pest with no problem. He could devour it, obliterate it, there were a million and one things he could do. But Ming Yi is not a fighter and Ming Yi is ALIVE rather than DEAD. So He Xuan needs to play the part, he shields Shi Qingxuan the moment he sees that they are not listening to his advice. Too playful and careless. It is a good thing that He Xuan did so too, because pain flares in his throat as fingernails dig into flesh and rip.

He slumps against the shack, and he can feel the disguise he dons start to fracture in the way of the unexpected pain. Anger gnashes in his chest, like the ocean trying to be captured by a dam. It slams against his ribcage and adds to the spasms in his throat alongside the pulsing wounds. He's forgotten to breath. But in the grand scheme, such a small thing is likely to go unnoticed. He a least recalls to keep some of the body heat going, so he does not appear as cold as he really is.

He feels their touch against him as he sits, black veil of hair heavy around them. Checking he's alive. Which is hilarious, He Xuan can't help but to bitterly think while is eyes stay closed. ( For the best, or he fears the ocean's rage would reflect in his gaze. ) He hasn't been alive for a very long time now, and he hasn't been without pain for even longer. All his power as a Ghost King and he suffers still, and he had suffered long before he choked out his final breath on a rainy, muddy street, bleeding out from his wounds.

But then they try to help and it burns. Even as flesh knits back together and starts to turn back to a normal flesh color rather than the corpse-like color, the aid only makes him sick to his stomach. It's not the same as simply transferring spiritual energy. It's so much more than that and it takes everything to keep himself under control when everything makes feel like he's straining against chains.

Shi Qingxuan calls his name and his eyelashes finally flutter, opening so a slit of golden eyes could be observed. He doesn't want to look at them. He wants to destroy that insolent, mindless spirit, and then slink away into the ocean. He wants to go back to his mansion or into the welcoming depths of his ocean. Maybe he'd play with his dragons but he'd prefer to sleep a few days in the heavy waters that offer silence and peace. He won't get that though. Shi Qingxuan is going to fret, which means Ming Yi can't go off like he usually does.

He Xuan forces his eyes to lift to look towards Shi Qingxuan.

" I told you to be careful. " He scolds, but it's weak and quiet, lacking his stern strength. A hand lifts, gently pushing away their hand from his head. ( Gently? Or weakly? Only he knew. ) " Go deal with the corpse and locket first. I'll be fine. Those two things should be your priority. " It's a quick reminder, his gaze shifting to the trapped corpse and then towards the locket with a pointed expression. His hand nudges them again, urging them back to get to work. " Once you're done with that, then you can come help. I won't accept any more till you do. " He adds. Maybe the idea that the sooner they did that meant the sooner they could help Ming Yi would be motive enough. "

The rage still snarls like a provoked animal and it clouds his thoughts. He is tired. He waits until Shi Qingxuan is focused on the other tasks before he lets himself sink into it. He's maintained the disguise long enough that it can be maintained in his sleep. At least a quick nap should held settle the rage beating in his chest like a war drum.

When Shi Qingxuan looks over, they'll find he's slid to his side, slumped on the ground with closed eyes. But he's breathing, and the wounds are little other than fading marks. He is, however, unusually cool to the touch and his complexion remains pale overall. Healthier than before, but certainly not great.

[overbearingstruggles]

holy shit an all timer song run for me

You ever fall asleep standing up with your eyes open

I’m back in babey lfg

this is how we’ll die

[lily-blue-blue-lily]

across the spiderverse: movie of the year (but also what the fuck!!)

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: -draws on the fogged up windows- (Dazai to oda--he's totally drawing oda chibis on the window) Rainy Day Starters

The other did, indeed notice Dazai draeing on the window as he offered the food he made to him. he found himself ever so slightly curious, staring for a long moment before moving to sit next to him with his own meal.

Head tilting ever so slightly, he asked. "What are you drawing?" He didn't mind the fact he'd have the clean the window later, as long as he was content.

[meatriarchived]

TAG GAME: CHARACTER FLAWS.

rules: highlight any and all that apply to your muse, and tag people to participate after you!

MUSE: maria flores

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tagged by: @threadfree tagging: @alicemarion / @mkagent & anyone else c:

[arachnidiots-a]

TANYA PARKER & LIAM KAZ.

@shegunner : " nah not bein' funny, liam mate -- what you're wearin'? this whole get up you've got goin' on? it's fuckin' shit, mate. who let you out like that? "

it’s not one of their best looks by far— it’s actually a rough one so maybe all of the comments are warranted. there was always bound to be a day or four like this, when liam hasn’t gotten a proper chance to do laundry in a devastating while and they’re too tired to care. it’s here. she knows. she doesn’t feel up for the persistent reminder.

“oh my fucking god,” they’ve barely made it a foot into the locker room, tan still behind them, as she had been from the car park and on. mouth opened, not particularly shocked more so exasperated, their whole face comes together in a look of annoyance. still, they face away from tanya, huffing. “believe it or not, they had to let me out like this. originally i asked to be dressed like a witch whose eyeliner exploded but,” once at their locker, liam turns around, arms rising up in a defeatist shrug, palms to the ceiling, “they said that look was taken already.” there’s a beat, their arms cross.

[normaltothemax]

andor sentence starters @vagasbonds​ said: ❝ i’m glad you’re here. no matter what the reason. ❞ / ms marvel to moon knight / steven / marc c:

He didn't often find a reason to travel to Jersey. Tonight's visit wasn't even in service of Khonshu, but the asshole he'd kicked out of his cab mere minutes ago. Needing a moment to collect and calm himself after that shitshow of an encounter, Jake had exited the vehicle as well, leaned against it while he lit a cigarette (a bad habit that the others hated, but they weren't awake to judge him now, were they?). Taking a long drag, he held the smoke in his lungs long enough to feel a little light-headed, before blowing it out heavily. He pulled his jacket tighter around himself—fuck, he hated the cold—and took another drag.

The voice suddenly behind him was startling, though he didn't let it show, and Jake quickly spun around, tensed and ready to—

Immediately the fight drained out of him. A kid. She was just a kid (teenager, whatever, same difference); a little girl playing dress-up, or...cuál era la palabra...doing cosplay? Whatever it was called, the outfit wasn't what had caused most of the concern welling up inside of him. It was the way she'd spoken, the little warble in her voice, making her sound...upset? Scared? He wasn't entirely sure what, but she knew them—Marc, at least; Jake could vaguely remember the mention of a Miss Wonder, or something like that—and had come over for some reason. Possibly for some sort of help.

Maybe he'd get to beat someone's face in tonight, after all. Get out some of the aggression that had slowly built up through the entirety of the last cab ride.

His expression softened a bit, body language adjusting to more resemble that of Marc’s. The cigarette was brought back to his lips one last time—and wasn't that just a damn shame—before it was tossed to the ground, the toe of his shoe grinding it into the pavement.

"Oh yeah?” he asked, making sure to use Marc’s accent instead of his own. “Everything alright, kid? You sound off.”

[pocima]

EYEEEEE MAKE YOU FEEL THE FLASHING LIGHTTTT… HARU JONGIL BURNING BRIGHTTTT… GEOMMOKJI MALGO NAL BWA… DON’T YOU WANT IT WANT IT

[chillin-at-partys-bar]

❛ don’t mind me. just enjoying the view. ❜ / jae , d8

Subtle Smut Starters d8 rolled a d6. Cherise.

The blonde woman turned sharp to the one speaking to her. "You're not him." That guy she crushed on. The one she wanted to hear those words from. But if he wasn't that man she loved (who didn't know she existed) and he was saying those words than it must mean he was speaking to someone else. Or about the actual view.

She turns her head to look at the view he was speaking of but all she saw was dull concrete and some cold looking buildings. "If that is your sort of view then I am happy that you are enjoying it."

[theothervonkarmagirl]

When your man leaves you sore and not in a good way!

"Learn aikido Maria, it's good for you, Maria, I'll just go easy on you at first, don't worry..."

"I should have known he was lying! And I swear that bird was laughing at me!"

[deathfavor]

@deiscension said: "did you used to play in the street when you were little?" - a somewhat tipsy sqx trying to get my to talk more.

still born sentence starters

Should it ever be inquired upon in the future, He Xuan would say this little slip up was something born of alcohol and nothing more. It certainly wasn't because the persistence of the wind master was finally starting to get somewhere with him. He Xuan lifts the cup of sake to his lip, contemplating his word choices.

It won't mater. He Sheng was a nobody in the slums of poverty, and no one ever checked the history of gods unless something demanded it or it was a great spectacle like the four tales. Ming Yi is, for all intents and purposes, a rather ordinary if reclusive god, nothing special. ( Other than his seeming disdain for the credits being thrown around - no matter how long he's been spotted with the Wind Master, never once has anyone seen him accept any. ) He lowers the cup, finally speaking.

" Not very often. I was often busy even when I was little, or studying. " It isn't a lie, and it's not something unusual enough to draw unwanted attention. " ...I had a little sister though who did. She loved to play in the streets. I usually kept watch over her. " It was all true. Once they had been treasured memories. He'd never had many material things, but those memories had been priceless, outshining any gems or gold coins that could be flaunted.

Now they were stained with blood and darkness. He can feel his throat clench as he suffocates silently. ( Which is funny, given that he can't ACTUALLY be suffocated any more. )

The Ghost King takes another sip of his drink. " She loved to dance. Especially when it rained. She'd dance and play in the rain like it was no big deal, even when she was completely drenched. " He manages a thin smile, and if he strains, maybe he can still hear her innocent laugh in the distance.

" I had to study, but I always made sure she had a warm meal and dry clothes when she came in. " He remembers, " She very much loved to be outside. " He can't blame her; outside was the promise of what could be while their barely held together home was a cold reminder of what was. " Why? What brought this up? "

[brokentoys]

eddie do u think ur perfect all the time? ppl have flaws & u ain't an exception

❝ no. i'm NOT PERFECT, ❞ yet he states it in a way that sounds painful to admit. ❝ but i do know my flaws are limited, & that MOST people LIE about me to besmirch my name ! ! ❞

[infinitexmuses-archive]

@kitxkatrp asked: ❝  stay,  please.  ❞ Dazai to your Oda STAYING THE NIGHT PROMPTS

There was a small upturn of the older man's lips, knowing full well what he was trying to ask for. He sat down on the bed, along the edge, but still next to Dazai. "I'm not going anywhere, you can relax." He had been overly nervous ever since his return, and he didn't blame him. He could tell from those final moments that he had scared Dazai shitless, and it must've torn him up to hell and back when he was gone.

He'd stick around till he fell asleep... Oda wanted to go and clean up the apartment when he could. Hopefully, it'd make Dazai feel a bit better being in a cleaner environment.

[godzexperiment]

thinking about nix doing funky,elaborate eyeliner for the times he does live music (does it so it looks like lilac or something) and how it's an effortless little thing