#punktrsh

[rcjoice]

@punktrsh//liked this//funny you should ask THE GOOD THING ABOUT THIS CAST IS I CAN STILL HOLD A KNIFE//SO IF YOU EVER TWIST MY ARM AGAIN, I'LL BE SURE TO PUT UP A FIGHT

after it was all said and done, after he had had time to sober up and look back at the texts, ashton feels almost nothing but shame. shame for showing that side of himself, the needy, insecure, obsessive side he can't seem to shake, and for starting a fight over something that was entirely him over reacting. shame for thing things that he had said in those heavy, suffocating moments of anger that feel like they swallow him whole. shame for the way he made a scene, an emotional mess of drugs and heartbreak that had let too many eyes see just who he was. it was a mistake he can't rectify in any way, and he can't help but feel the creeping guilt and frustration as he realizes the damage he could've done to all of their careers, to tristan's reputation. his own image be damned, how could he bring down the other guys? goddamn him and his inability to let things just be. the frustration with himself grows the more he remembers, the more he sees the videos of his outburst. god, did he really look that fucking stupid? he's not sure there's any recovering from this.

it takes days for ashton to even think about talking to tristan, longer for him to do so. it takes over a week before he's able to be out of his room while tristan is there getting whatever he needs for staying away from ashton. "hey." the word is weak and unsure, half expecting the younger male to ignore him, to give him the cold shoulder he was an expert at. "i--" 'i'm sorry'? 'i'm an asshole, you were right'? 'i miss you'? none of those felt like the right thing to say. "we shouldn't have said.. any of what was said." not an apology, not even close. but it's all he can get out. "that shouldn't have gone down like that." it's the closes thing he's going to get out to an apology, he thinks. how does he even begin to approach this without starting another fight?

[hishedonism]

   @punktrsh ➤ dark / violent starters   ➤ accepting

⠀ ⠀❛     tris, you're my handler. handling things is, like, your whole job. so help me handle !     ❜

    elijah briefly unwraps his fingers from their grasp around the limp leg he's been dragging to gesture wildly at the unmoving man crumpled on the floor between them. a long, vivid smear of blood highlights the trail he's taken as he goes, and he can't help the inward cringe at how much work it's going to take to scrub every speck of that from between the tiles.

⠀ ⠀❛     you can complain to me about how messy this got all you want, just do it while we get rid of the fucking body.     ❜

[mournus]

“ why are you the one freaking out? i’m the one with a knife in my stomach. “ young witchy tris @ taemin

INJURED MEMES YOU KNOW YOU WANT TO

Tae-min's gaze shifted. They moved to cold, hard. Disappointment made his jaw clench. Really? Is Tristan really complaining as if he didn't have the ability to heal?

Fine.

Tae-min crouched to be level with Tristan. A hand placed on the witch's shoulder. A firm grip was found. Faster than a human's blink he tore the knife out. Tristan would be better off healing an open wound than around an object... he knew that information well. Personally well.

He also found some pleasure in causing him pain. Ha.

"Ya." He growled, low and annoyed, no matter what sounds or words of protest Tristan was verbalising. "He got away because of you. Stand up. We keep going."

[korinthiakos]

ONE-LINER STARTER CALL. ( ACCEPTING !! )

"——I think my car is totally busted; shame really, it was a classic."

@punktrsh

[unavernales]

"you're blood with zio, huh?" farrah's not shy about her decidedly nonhuman abilities in the realm of crime. the dhampir has smelled the kid before. in rooms. in massacres. in a relative she brushed shoulders with once or twice. usually, she wasn't one to take jobs that required any sort of teamwork. mercenaries were solitary creatures. however, the pay was good and she didn't have anything better to do on a thursday night.

"don't be shy. i don't, like, bite or anything." her strawberry gum smacks between her teeth. "you have, like, super pretty eyes." @punktrsh

[wellfell]

 ❛ if you're gonna stand there and nag , better try to say it louder because i'm not listening . ❜

  —  @punktrsh   /   one-liner

[wndrbcy]

closed starter !  @punktrsh​

muse: jesse

plot: you alr know

                  ♡       cherry tristan is what he called him. maybe not out loud, but quietly during moments when he would remember. same flavor of the ring pops they’d exchanged at least fifteen years ago. they promised to never eat them, but young jess had trouble keeping anything from his sister, had woken up one day to see that she’d eaten the candy and left the remains for jesse to retrieve. now, jesse can smile softly at the anecdote, dressed to the nines as he stood beside tristan’s friends. admittedly, he never expected an invitation to a wedding- much less to the bachelor party the day before. it had taken hours worth of begging for his manager to agree to a wedding and no security, but jesse needed to be anyone but the golden boy for at least the weekend. and when he finally sees the man of the hour, his chest aches- maybe from nostalgia or .. something else, but the burnings of his childhood crush were there. they lingered inside somewhere, enough to send a chill up his spine. “ hey! ” should they hug? would it be weird? a week of stalking his social media helped jesse adjust to the maturing of handsome features, but seeing him in person was still so different. “ you’re finally taller than me, it took you long enough.”

[oneyeclosed]

for @punktrsh​

he only jumped a little when someone found his hiding spot on the balcony—not because he cared what anyone would think of the joint in his hand, but because he didn’t want to dragged back to the party downstairs. but when he turned, mouth half open with an biting remark to scare the intruder away, it was tristan standing in the doorway. kai froze, then laughed a little. “sick of them too?” he asked, gesturing invitingly to the chair beside his, not sure if he was making a mistake. they’d barely talked since he left tris’s glittering world, but still his stupid little crush lingered.

[entityforged]

⚪ @punktrsh requested a winter starter

she supposed she should hate winter. so many dead and dying plants, no new growth—at least, that's what most people thought. there was plenty still growing, bulbs that needed to lie in the cold ground before they could bloom, the whole world taking its time to rest and recoup. she loved the cycle of it. there could be no great spring bloom without a winter death, no matter how much her mother tried to ignore that fact. so perci still goes on her walks, taking the extra time to bundle up, praying that tristan does not begrudge her for making him do the same. (she's quite sure he doesn't. she's quite sure—or at least hopeful—that he enjoys their time together as much as she does.)

hopefully that will last, after what she's about to do. perci crouches, skirt billowing around her, under the pretense of examining the flowerbed that'll be full of crocuses and lillies soon. she hopes he doesn't notice her scooping snow into a small ball before she spins around and throws it at him. "i'm sorry," she giggles shamelessly, scampering away. "i couldn't help it."

[rcjoice]

did you miss me as much as i missed you?

"i really don't think it's possible for you to have missed me more." it was a deep ache in his chest, tristan's absence. it was heavy and soul crushing and makes him feel like all his ribs where going to crack under the weight of it. it was a raging flame that licked every inch of skin in white hot misery. "i'm glad you're back." there hadn't been a night since tristan had come back that he hadn't held him extra tight, hadn't breathed in his scent extra deep to hold it deep in his memory when if tristan leaves again. not a single night he didn't wake up and throw an arm out to make sure the other man was still there. "missed you more than i've ever missed anyone before." he had been left before, plenty of times, but tristan was so focal in his life now. tristan was a cornerstone, glue, a pillar, his other half, whatever fucking cheesy language you wanted to use, that was tristan. solid, consistent, there until he wasn't. "you have no idea the way i've missed you, tris."

[hishedonism]

made a dynamic board for elijah & @punktrsh's tris & the only thing in it so far is this

[mournus]

🌿🍒 @ taemin

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

This whole thing had been Tristan's idea. The tree(s), the tinsel, the stockings, all the crazy Christmas stuff all around everywhere. So, when Tristan wanted to hang up mistletoe Tae-min hadn't thought anything of it. One more bit of decoration couldn't hurt more than the rest of it already was hurting.

It wasn't until Tristan was beckoning him closer that he raised an eyebrow. Expecting Tristan just needed help with something he went over, only to be grabbed by the collar and pulled in for a kiss.

His hands instantly finds his lover's waist. Tristan was pulled in close. One was ready to deepen the kiss and start stripping clothes while the other started to laugh.

The reaper pulled back, looking over Tristan in confusion. He glanced to the mistletoe which seemed to have Tristan's attention.

"Ah... Is that what this means?" After a moment of looking at it, Tae-min reached up and pulled it down. He held it above their heads with a grin. "I'll keep it on me for now."

[fatestricken]

@punktrsh​   asked    :    “   I’m   here    -    I’m   here   ,   now .   "    👀

my   muse   has   been   kidnapped   and   tortured   for   the   past   week .     send   “i’m   here    -    i’m   here   now .”   for   your   muse   to   save   them . status    :    accepting .

                    IT’S   DRAGOMIR .     THEODOSIA   KNEW   that   he   would   find   her   ,   snatch   her   from   her   and   tris’   bed   in   the   night   like   some   sort   of   fairytale   monster .     she’s   been   trying   to   tell   herself   for   months   that   she   was   just   being   paranoid   ,   but   she’s   known   deep   down   that   wasn’t   the   case .     and   ,   now   ,   here   she   is .     trapped   ,   kidnapped   ,   tortured   by   the   man   that   she   fears   the   most   in   this   world   and   the   next .     she   has   no   tears   left   to   cry   ,   but   dry   sobs   have   been   wracking   her   body   for   the   past   week   that   she’s   been   in   this   predicament .     she   would   have   been   able   to   get   away   ,   but   dragomir’s   got   her   chained   to   the   wall   like   an   animal .     maybe   this   is   her   karma   for   all   she’s   done   in   her   life   ,   all   the   atrocities   she’s   committed .     she   can   recall   giving   this   same   treatment   to   more   victims   than   she   can   count .

                    BUT   ,   SHE’S   TORN   FROM   her   thoughts   when   she   hears   a   violent   scuffle   outside   the   door   that   keeps   her   from   freedom .     she   doesn’t   know   what’s   happening   ,   but   she   feels   filled   with   hope   regardless .     has   tris   found   her   ?   ?   ?     will   dragomir   finally   be   dead   ?   ?   ?     when   the   door   slams   open   ,   the   cold   stone   room   she’s   been   held   within   floods   with   light   and   theodosia   instinctively   turns   her   head   to   the   side .     hides   her   face   in   her   matted   and   dirty   hair   before   she   feels   hands   on   her   shoulders   ,   which   causes   her   to   flinch   away .     but   ,   then    [   ...   ]    she   hears   his   voice .     tris’   voice .     i’m   here   ,   he   says   ,   i’m   here   now .     she   doesn’t   think   she   is   capable   of   spilling   anymore   tears   ,   but   they   come   flowing   freely   from   her   golden   eyes   anyway   as   soon   as   she   hears   those   words   in   that   voice .

                    ARMS   ARE   THROWN   AROUND   him   ,   head   burying   itself   against   the   side   of   tris’   neck   as   theodosia   cries   with   relief .     no   words   come   to   her   ,   but   she   knows   she   doesn’t   need   to   say   anything   for   him   to   know   the   love   she   feels   for   him   in   this   moment .

[bcbylxn]

❛  if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.  ❜

all her life, lily has dreamed of having a family of her own, to be a mother, for the big yard and house full of laughter, for days like today, watching tristan run after benji in the yard while she pushes their youngest on the baby swing. a fond warmth spreads through her as he catches up to benji, spins him as he squeals. she catches his eyes, gives him a look just for the two of them. 

later on that night, after dinner, lily has finished putting the children to bed, finds herself picking up dirty laundry through the house and into a basket pressed to her hip. tiny little socks she finds under the couch that she’s sure won’t fit their ever-growing little one anymore, not when she’s almost two. her eyes stay caught on the clothing, until tris comes back downstairs. “babe..” she says with a pout, holds up the little sock. 

“if you keep looking at me like that, i’m not responsible for what happens next.”  he says, and she can only shrug. “just one more wouldn’t be so bad, would it?” lily says with a small laugh. she’d sworn after childbirth she’d only do this once, they had a boy and a girl, they were set. though she can’t help but want another bouncing, smiling, laughing baby to love and care for. “sure is fun trying.” she says trying to convince him. 

[frvckles]

he doesn’t know many people at this party, and the people he does are PREOCCUPIED. 

oliver finds his place on a sofa, scrolling through his socials in an attempt to look unapproachable, and less lonely than he feels in the moment. the cushion beside him dips, and his curious nature inspires him to look up, green eyes settling on the boy who has slipped into his little corner of solitude. 

while he has always been SHY, the intrusion piques his curiosity, and mossy hues flick up from the glowing screen before him.

‘ hey . . . you feeling out of place here too ? ’

@punktrsh​

[wndrbcy]

closed starter for @punktrsh​ i love u

muse: ohhh boy

                 ♡       "if you want my opinion...” he’d caught the scent, could FEEL it in the air backstage. tension denser than normal-more than just nerves. celine had done her best to convince leo that he should stay away from their tour mates, lest his ... traditions seeped into the new people, but he couldn’t help himself when the bass player was just so .. cute. “would be much cooler if you were lit up in orange .. something warm. you’ll look pretty either way, but i’d love to see you like that...”