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[halodoved]

*scrambling to tear these posters down*

@vancreux , @halodoved

#♔ — 𝒇𝒐𝒓 𝒔𝒂𝒇𝒆 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈… (saved) #✧ — 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕… (dash commentary) #I cannot believe this is canon now #this is a bit that will never die

[halodoved]

going to lay down..... if i see monster truck sunday when i wake up, so help me (and sunday).......

#♔ — 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓… (ooc)

[halodoved]

❛      ANNOUNCEMENT!!  Dear  patrons  of  Penacony,  I  hope  you're  enjoying  your  stay  and  indulging  our  festivities.  I  would  like  to  remind  everyone  that  if  you  have  heard  about  an  event  called  MONSTER  TRUCK  SUNDAY—this  is  a  fake  and  illegal  event!  Do   n  o  t   attend!  This  is   n  o  t   an  event  sponsored  by  The  Family!!     ❜

#✧ — 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕… (dash commentary) #♔ — 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒊𝒏𝒕𝒐 𝒊𝒕… (open starter) #fuck it open starter

[halodoved]

tomorrow  is  a  NORMAL  SUNDAY

#despite what SOME PEOPLE MIGHT TELL YOU #✧ — 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕… (dash commentary)

[halodoved]

god i wanna play wuwa but i also wanna play hsr

#♔ — 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓… (ooc) #and i ALSO wanna plot!

[halodoved]

who up experiencing emotions they can talk to no one about

#✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆… (musing & about)

[halodoved]

Sunday  feels  SILLY  for  not  realizing  that  Sora  could  have  a  soft  side,  an  exhausted  side,  weary  from  a  world  that  is  full  of  excitement  and  dread.  Sunday  has  not  eradicated  suffering  from  the  world,  and  Sora  is  a  victim  of  humanity.

  Paperwork  no  longer  suits  the  moment,  and  Sunday  can't  focus  with  all  the  soft  noises  Sora  keeps  making.  He  strokes  along  the  cat's  spine,  his  fingers  dancing  between  the  grooves.  He  eyes  the  bruises  and  follows  its  trail,  wondering  how  far  down  it  goes,  where  else  has  the   b  r  u  t  a  l  i   t  y   spread?

  Sunday  clenches  his  jaw  and  sets  down  his  papers.  Gently,  slowly,  carefully,  he  gathers  Sora's  body  into  his  arms  and  hoists  him  up,  encouraging  him  to  wrap  around  his  body  as  he  stands  up.

  ❛      Penacony  offers  plenty.  If  you  were  bored,  you  should've  just  said  so,    ❜         he  whispers  in  Sora's  ear,  his  lips  brushing  over  his  cheek,  almost  a  phantom  kiss.

  Sunday  brings  Sora  into  the  bathroom,  keeping  a  tight  hold  on  Sora's  neck  as  he  turns  the  water  on  for  the  bath.         ❛      Do  not  be  alarmed.  You've  had  a  rough  day.  Just  a  quick  rinse,  and  you  can  sleep  comfortably.    ❜

#soft bois soft bois soft bois #sorry babie we're stuck here for the time being #get used to it #whoops they're in the bathroom................. #gee sure hope nothing lewd happens........ #bishonenprince #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread)

[halodoved]

sunday's  hard  is  pounding,  his  head  dizzying  and  reeling.  between  the  sudden  weight  of  metal  on  his  shoulders  clearly  locking  him  in  place  and  the  ringing  of  his  halo  with  his  patrons'  confusion  and  excitement,  sunday  feels  ready  to  throw  up  all  over  boothill's  shoes.  his  wings  beat  hard  against  boothill's  face  as  he  pushes  him  away  (  breathe.   b  r  e  a  t  h  e.  )

  ❛      do  not  touch  me.  submit  your  list  of  grievances  at  the  customer  relation's  desk  in  golden  hour,  which  will  be  sent  promptly  to  my  office  in  the  dewlight  pavilion,  but  you  and  that   H  E  L  L  I  O  N   seem  to  think  that  i  am  incapable  of  considering  my  guests.    ❜ 

  sunday  faces  boothill  properly,  swallowing  the  uneasiness  in  his  stomach.  he  pulls  his  gloves  up  and  straightens  his  coat,  adjusting  his  vest  properly  (  PRESENTABLE,  must  always  be  presentable—you  are  the  representative  ).

  ❛      you  seem  to  think  i  don't  know  what  goes  on  in  the  shadows  of  penacony,  in  the  corners  where  wandering  eyes  won't  see.  your  lack  of  understanding  of  penacony's  landscape  is  your  own  problem.    ❜

boothill  gave  a  sharp  toothed  grin  to  the  halovian  before  he  walked  over  to  him  &  put  his  metal  arm  around  his  shoulders.  he  knew  the  cause  &  culprit  of  that  explosion  ──  knew  he  had  to  buy  a  certain  TROUBLEMAKER  some  time.

❝  now  hold  on  there,  brother.  if  yer  really  interested  in  listenin`  to  yer  dear  ol`  patrons,  then  how  `bout  i  give  ya  a  list  of  things  i  think  ya  can  work  on  ?  fer  starters  [  ...  ]  ya  could  do  with  a  place  that  serves  harder  drinks. ❞  turning  sunday  around,  he  began  walking  in  the  opposite  direction  of  the  explosion.

his  free  metal  hand  pointed  to  different  alleyways  &  then  tipped  his  hat  down  slightly.  ❝  ya  should  probably  consider  makin`  `em  alleyways  a  bit   SAFER.  reckon  a  buncha  shady  things  happen  in  `em.  not  a  good  look  fer  penacony. ❞

#he does need to be more rebellious #he needs to learn to loosen up but rn he's TENSE #maybe if SOMEONE wasn't WRECKING THE PLACE #✧ — 𝒕𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒊𝒔 𝒂𝒉𝒂'𝒔 𝒇𝒂𝒖𝒍𝒕… (dash commentary) #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread) #vancreux

[halodoved]

When  did  Sora  have  the  upper  hand?  When  did  Sunday  slip?  His  body  is  oddly  lax  underneath  Sora—a  bird  grounded  by  the  stealthy  paw  of  a  cat,  claws  wrapped  around  his  throat.  Sora's  words  barely  register  in  Sunday's  brain,  but  he  mulls  KEY  WORDS  over  in  his  head,  on  the  back  of  his  tongue,  but  the  story  is  wrong,  the  words  are  wrong.

  Sunday  is  no  martyr.  He  is  no  Saint,  no  God,  no  nothing.  He  isn't  special—that  so  much  is  correct,  but  he  is  a  vessel  for  goodness  and  righteousness.  He  must  exemplify  the  teachings  of  the  Harmony—the  Order—and  in  doing  so,  he  must  establish  understanding.

  A  shiver  runs  down  Sunday's  spine,  and  he  resists  letting  it  show  on  his  face.  His  hands  fly  to  Sora's  hips  almost  as  a  reflex  as  he  tries  to  keep  Sora  from  moving  any  more.

  ❛      S  A  L  V  A  T  I  O  N   shall  be  offered  to  those  who  seek  it.  Get  off  me.  Or  does  it  pleasure  you  to  assault  me  in  my  own  office?    ❜       His  voice  is  rougher  than  he  would  like,  the  arousal  obvious,  if  Sora  wasn't  already  gathering  it  from  his  conservative  body  language.

#OH HE'S EATING! AAA HEPL THE BIRD!!! #bishonenprince #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread)

[halodoved]

What  was  it  about  this  little  cat?  Sunday  shouldn't  be  so  concerned  with  his  wellbeing  and  whereabouts.  Yes,  he  CARES  for  all  patrons  of  Penacony,  his  precious  citizens  that  he  caters  to  and  ensures  their  happiness  and  grants  their  wishes  no  matter  how  inane.  As  long  as  they're  happy,  as  long  as  they're  not   s  u  f  f  e  r  i  n  g.  Sora  is  bouncing  with  joy  and  giddiness,  and  yet  Sunday  can  only  grimace  at  the  cloth  that  barely  clings  to  Sora's  waist  and  the  gleam  of  that  fake  ring  on  his  finger.

  He  shouldn't  judge.  There  are  different  types  of  people,  different  types  of  love,  different  types  of  relationships—but  Sora  is  a  goddamn  SLUT!!!

  A  frivolous,  reckless  whore  with  no  self  respect.

  Sunday  wants  better  for  him.

  A  hand  comes  within  Sunday's  peripheral,  and  he  snatches  Sora's  wrist  in  a  tight  grip  as  he  drags  him  to  a  more  secluded  area,  away  from  ears,  away  from  violet  birds  with  peering  eyes.

  ❛      You  dare  SULLY  the  sanctity  of  marriage  with  your  disgusting  behavior.  And  you  dare  disrespect  your  so-called  soulmate  by  joking  about  infidelity.  You  look  like  a   p  r  o  s  t  i  t  u  t  e   entertaining  a  stranger's  fantasy.  Have  some  self  respect,  Sora.  What  are  you  doing?    ❜

#how did this marriage even get APPROVED #god sun.day cannot take a joke #bishonenprince #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread)

[halodoved]

    Sunday  resists  from  glaring  at  Black  Swan.  His  eyes  begin  to  narrow  before  relaxing,  expressing  his  openness,  his  welcome  as  a  host  (  maintain  your  composure!  ).  She  is  one  of  many  who  continue  to  question  his  devotion  and  scrutinize  his  leadership.  He  has  lived  through  these  scenes  time  and  time  again—this  is  but  another  hurdle,  another  test  of  his  faith  and  a  chance  to  solidify  his  intentions.

  ❛      You  speak  as  if  I  have  YET  TO  CONSIDER  my  own  destiny,  Memokeeper.  Are  you  implying  that  I  am  not  in  control  of  my  own  fate?  Rest  assured,  I  understand  the  consequences  of  my  path  quite  clearly,  and  while  you  may  not  understand  the  end  game,  I  am  certain  of  a  greater  outcome  than  anyone  has  imagined.  Destiny  may  be  tricky,  but  I  am  not  one  so  easily  deceived.    ❜

As expected , his mask slips , if only ever so slightly . The tightening jaw is enough evidence that she has wormed her way underneath his skin . She needn't pull on the shackles chaining his wings down , for the hand that has guided him has a grip too tight .

A pity . The future he could carve with dear sister would be a beautiful one , had the Order failed to influence him so . Black Swan , disappointed in his answer , now knows there is little that can be done to sway his resolve — no matter how misguided he may be .

Such an attempt would be influencing this cosmic game too much , after all . Easy as it would be to manipulate , it's never been her style to spell it out so easily .

She sighs , leaning back in her seat as a finger swirls 'round long - empty glass of lost twilight .

' Destiny is a tricky thing , Mister Sunday . It is ours to shape , ever - changing with the way we pull at the threads . I hope , when the moment your grand design reaches its climax , you remain satisfied with your fate . '

#dw my replies are always a bit slow lol #swahnn #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread)

[halodoved]

❝ don't hide from me. ❞ ( for anyone! )

taking  another  swig  of  asdana’s  white  oak,  boothill  chuckled.  his  shoulders  shook  as  the  amused  laugh  dragged  on.  tipping  his  hat  in  greeting,  crosshair  orbs  glowed  red  &  narrowed  towards  SUNDAY  who  was  sitting  across  from  him. 

regardless  of  social  standing,  he  approached  everyone  with  the  same  level  of  respect  &  equality.  however,  respect  was  earned.  one  can’t  self-proclaim  that  they  earned  it  for  whatever  reason.  such  an  attitude  left  a  bad  taste  in  the  ranger’s  mouth  that  not  even  the  most  intense  liquor  could  wash  out. 

❝  ain't  nobody  hidin`  from  ya,  BIRDY.  don’t  ya  got  eyes  everywhere  to  see  all  ?  ❞  he  wasn't  naive  ──  he  was  well  aware  that  the  moment  someone  set  foot  on  penacony,  they  fell  under  the  family's  jurisdiction.

sweet nothings : answered - @halodoved

#✧ — 𝒔𝒊𝒏𝒄𝒆𝒓𝒆𝒍𝒚… (answered ask) #vancreux #i was meant to turn this into a thread but then monster truck sunday happened #maybe one day i'll return to this and make it a proper thread hehe

[halodoved]

↪     𝑫𝑰𝑹𝑬 𝑺𝑰𝑻𝑼𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵𝑺  .    (   a  collection  of  dire / urgent situation  sentence  &  action  starters .   adjust  phrasing  +  ʳᵉᵛᵉʳˢᵉ  as  necessary .   )

𝐃𝐈𝐀𝐋𝐎𝐆𝐔𝐄 :

hide .   hide now .

shh !!  there’s somebody in the house .

i’m not gonna hurt you !  see ?  look ,  i’m putting down the  [ weapon ] .

[ name ] ,  what were you thinking ?!

you’re being followed ,  pretend you know me .

stop , stop !  just put the  [ weapon ]  down !

drive ,  just drive fast !

you seriously think i could’ve done this ?

can you walk ?  i need you to walk for me ,  okay ?

let me handle it ,  just go !

what was your plan ??  you could’ve gotten yourself killed !

you’re just going to leave me here ?!

[ name ] ,  can you hear me ?  get out of there !

you knew and you didn’t tell me ?!

don’t you know how dangerous this is ?

you’re not going to shoot me .

move and you die .

i’m gonna come back for you ,  do you hear me ?

we have to stop the bleeding .

can you see how many fingers i’m holding up ?

i just want to go home !

don’t move a fucking muscle .

if it weren’t for you ,  we wouldn’t be in this mess .

i almost DIED back there ,  and you’re laughing ?

you’re only making this worse for yourself .

you think this is a joke ?

if i go down ,  i want you to run .

we’re gonna die ,  so what’s the point ?

this was the ONE thing i told you not to do .

i can’t promise we’re going to make it out of here .

where’s your first - aid kit ?!

just calm down and find your phone ,  we need to call the police .

someone’s been stalking me .

just listen to me for once !

i didn’t think you had it in you .

put the gun down ,  and kick it over here .

we can’t stick around here ,  let’s go .

kiss me before we die .

do whatever you need to do ,  hurry .

i can’t breathe ,  i can’t -

please ,  please  -  let me in ,  there’s someone -

i’m gonna give you one last chance .

you have to believe me ,  i didn’t do this !

run ,  and don’t look back .

this is real ,  i’m real .  look at me .

take this .  it’ll keep you safe .

follow my instructions very closely .

put your hands where i can see them .

you can’t just let me die !

i think  …  i think i need a doctor .

we need to get out of here ,  come on .

no ,  this isn’t it .  we’re getting you out of this .

you panicking is not going to help us right now .

𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒 :

[ GETAWAY ]  sender acts as a getaway driver for receiver .

[ MEDIC ]  sender arrives on receiver’s doorstep ,  badly bleeding .

[ HIDE ]  sender and receiver hide from a threat together .

[ HUSH ]  sender clasps a hand over receiver’s mouth to silence them .

[ DRAG ]  sender physically hauls receiver to safety .

[ RIGHTS ]  sender calls receiver from a police precinct .

[ REALITY ]  sender helps receiver through an episode of derealization .

[ SHELTER ]  sender and receiver must find shelter from a storm  .

[ ARMED ]  sender brandishes a  [ gun / knife ]  at receiver .

[ CRASH ]  sender and receiver survive a  [ car / bike ]  crash together .

[ SEARCH ]  sender barges into the hospital demanding to see receiver .

[ BACKUP ]   sender calls receiver panicking after committing a crime .

[ CORNERED ]  sender menacingly backs receiver into a corner .

[ UNEXPECTED ]  receiver comes home to find sender already inside .

[ BREATHE ]  sender helps receiver get through a panic attack .

[ BADGE ]  sender and receiver flee from the cops together .

[ STRANDED ]  sender and receiver become stranded in the woods .

[ EMBRACE ]  sender kisses receiver thinking it’ll be the last time .

[ STRANGER ]  sender can’t remember who receiver is after an injury .

[ TOKEN ]  sender gives receiver a lucky charm before they go into battle .

[ CHOICE ]  receiver has to choose between sparing their own life or the sender’s .

#♔ — 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒘 𝒎𝒆 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒆… (ask memes)

[halodoved]

doing replies!! send me asks and come plot w me~ hehe

#♔ — 𝒐𝒖𝒕 𝒐𝒇 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒂𝒄𝒕𝒆𝒓… (ooc)

[halodoved]

Anaïs Nin, Delta of Venus, originally published: 1977

#✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒅𝒊𝒗𝒊𝒏𝒆… (musing & about)

[halodoved]

⚠️hsr 2.2 spoilers⚠️

“The night is still…too short…”

#✧ — 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒄𝒉𝒂𝒓𝒎𝒐𝒏𝒚 𝒅𝒐𝒗𝒆… (visage)

[halodoved]

sunday  expects  sora  to  say  something  snarky.  his  sharp  teeth  and  even  sharper  tongue  are  always  itching  to  take  a  jab  at  sunday,  but  to  his  surprise,  the  little  thing  just  CURLS  UP  against  him.  a  surprising  warmth  rises  in  sunday's  body,  the  tension  in  his  muscles  melting  at  the  soft  display.

  sunday  carefully  runs  his  fingers  over  sora's  skin,  frowning  at  the   b  r  u  i  s  e  s   left  on  him.  his  eyes  and  ears  are  all  over  penacony.  he  knows  what  sora  gets  up  to  when  sunday  turns  away—it's  what  many  people  get  up  to  when  they  think  sunday  isn't  watching.

  with  a  sigh,  sunday  pets  sora's  head,  flatting  the  hair  and  stroking  his  ears  gently.  this  is  all  he  can  offer  sora  for  now.         ❛      little  cat,  you  run  around  far  too  much  for  my  liking.    ❜

             For   once   he   is   not   here   to   cause   trouble   or   rile   up   Sunday.   He is   simply   too   tired   ——   too   exhausted   for   his   usual   shenanigans.   His body   feels   like   a   truck   ran   him   over   ,   &   faint   bruises   can   be   seen littered   across   his   pale   skin.

No   ,   he   is   not   here   to   pester   the   bird.   Today   ,   he   merely   seeks   some kind   of   comfort.   A   quiet   place   where   he   can   rest   his   weary   body.   ❛ Just   focus   on   your   work   .   .   . ❜

So   he   says   as   he   huddles   into   the   Halovian   ,   his   ears   flattening   at   the top   of   his   head.   A   visible   sign   that   he   intends   to   merely   sit   here   & rest.   He's   tired.   Both   physically   &   mentally.   Yet   .   .   .   he   has   to   wonder when   he   started   to   seek   the   other   out   for   mere   company   &   comfort.

#bishonenprince #✧ — 𝒄𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏 𝒐𝒇 𝒕𝒉𝒆 𝒎𝒖𝒏𝒅𝒂𝒏𝒆… (thread) #loook at them being soff for one :((( #my precious boys