gliitched-realiity

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danger:

Everyday I think about how you’re doing, but then I remember you’re a waste of my emotions.

#( ᴮᵃᵗ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴱʸᵉˢ ᴬᶰᵈ ᴸᶤᵉ ᵀᵒ ᵀʰᵉ ᵂᵒʳˡᵈ | Glitch & Brittany ) #( ᵀʰᵉ ˢᵗᵒʳʸ ᴼᶠ ᵁˢ ᴸᵒᵒᵏˢ ᴬ ᴸᵒᵗ ᴸᶤᵏᵉ ᴬ ᵀʳᵃᵍᵉᵈʸ ᴺᵒʷ | Vincent & Brittany ) #( ᴵᵗˢ ᶠᵘᶰ ᴬᶰᵈ ᴳᵃᵐᵉˢ ᵁᶰᵗᶤˡ ᵂᵉ ᴮᵒᵗʰ ᴳᵉᵗ ᴴᵘʳᵗ | Jared & Carli ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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#( ღ | ᴸᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᴵᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ ᴼᶠ ᴳʳᵉʸ | Victoria’s Thoughts ) #( ♕ | ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᴺᵒᵗ ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᴮᵘᵗ ᴵᵗ’ˢ ᵀʳᵘᵉ | Scarlet’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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                        my words are sharp but my teeth are sharper                                  better watch yourself, sweetheart 

#( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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#( 🔪 | Anti’s Aesthetic ) #( 🔪 | ᴸᶤᵏᵉ ˢᵗᵃᵗᶤᶜ ᴵᶰ ᴬ ᵀᵉˡᵉᵛᶤˢᶤᵒᶰ | Anti’s Thoughts ) #( ☢ | ᶜʰᵃˢᵉ ᴹʸ ᵂᵒʳᵈˢ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᴾᵒᶤˢᵒᶰ | Jared’s Thoughts ) #( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ☕ | ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᴬ ᴸᵒᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᴿᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵂᶤˡˡ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵒʷ | Vincent’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #ask to tag //

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Anonymous asked: ✉ from Glitch to Vincent omg please

TXT MEME.  || Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

Glitch could barely think, if it was being entirely honest with itself. A terrible migraine had settled into its skull, the world was blurring slightly from all the wine he had drank in the past few hours, and he was fairly certain that he had accidentally hurt its already-damaged shoulders from exactly how tensed-up he'd been all night. How an ordinary evening at home alone had turned into... this, the Fracture didn't know.

Well, that wasn't entirely true. He could guess at how things had escalated into something so dreadful, at least. The original plan had been to rest at its apartment, drink until the awful sensations that had plagued its body all day were finally numbed, and then maybe, just maybe, try to get some sleep... None of that had ended up happening, clearly. Instead, he had found himself sprawled out across his leather sofa — drunk, muscles aching, with a screaming headache.

And nothing else that he'd been trying to numb had improved, either.

Too-quick movements, Glitch suddenly shifted to grab his cellphone from where it had previously been discarded onto the coffee-table. There had to be something he could do about this, even if he couldn't ——

        feed

               hunt

—— kill anyone, right now.

[✉ → Vincent]  Are you busy?

No, worrying the precious little dove wouldn't do any good. And surely, a question like that would do exactly that.

[✉ → Vincent]  Do I still have wine at your house?

Desperation, at best. Even if there was extra wine, laced or not, at Vincent's apartment, that wouldn't really matter. That wasn't ENOUGH for how fucking bad this had gotten.

A frustrated growl formed in its throat, cellphone angrily thrown to the side — clattering noisily against the end-table without a text sent.

     ❝ Damn it — ❞

His throat was absolutely on fire; it felt like somebody had shoved a lit match down it while simultaneously holding the point of a dagger against his vocal chords. That terrible gnawing pain had settled into its stomach again. Beyond the pains, he was starting to feel downright dizzy — and as much as he wanted to blame the alcohol, that had been happening all fucking day, so he knew that wasn't actually the problem. Everything ached, even muscles that didn't usually cause him grief, and at this point, it was starting to feel like the universe was playing some sort of sick joke on his nervous system.

   Fuck, he was so HUNGRY.

The next several... ( minutes? hours? it was getting difficult to keep track of time with how hazy his mind had gotten ) ... were a distressing blur that, in all honesty, he'd entirely lost track of. There was too much of everything — too much pain, too much disorientation, too many intrusive thoughts to even keep track of where one started and another ended.

When the world finally tried to refocus, the taste of fresh blood was pooling in his mouth. A brief moment of ecstasy flooded through it, back arching slightly, a low whimper of unadulterated NEED slipping out from its lips.

       Fuck, more. Please —

Crimson eyes snapped open abruptly, a gasp echoing through the otherwise silent walls of his apartment, as the sharp pain in his own wrist actually registered. And for a minute, he sincerely had to debate if he actually cared that it was his own blood, that this wasn't actually going to make the hunger stop for very long, that the years of self-destruction for the sake of easily-accessed blood were supposed to be OVER.

After a moment's struggle, it finally managed to force its own fangs away from its skin. The bite-mark left behind wasn't terrible, in the grand scheme of things, but the distinct puncture wounds were undeniable. A greedy tongue swept out over them, lapping away at the bloody injury until supernatural healing, inevitably, started to try to knit the skin back together.

It shouldn't have been so fucking easy for those to close, damn it.

In the aftermath, Glitch was panting, breathes hitched with some twisted cocktail of hunger, lust, and distress. Pale fingers twisted, roughly tugging at a ruby tie to loosen it — anything to take some of the pressure out of his burning throat. He desperately needed to FOCUS, he knew, but trying to do that was... easier said than done.

Minutes passed in silence, save for its heavy breathing and the muffled buzz of household appliances that always felt a little too loud when nobody was making sound in the apartment. Dual auras flickered harshly around it, a harsh contrast to the otherwise dark room, vibrant colors twisting and flaring alongside the seemingly endless series of emotional flips.

When he could finally halfway form rational thoughts again, though they still felt dreadfully 'to the left', he tried to reevaluate the situation:

Why did you bite yourself? You haven't done something like that in ages.

Starving vampires do strange things, don't they?

Right. Of course that was the problem; he was fucking HUNGRY, because he hadn't been able to hunt in over a month, so he'd finally slipped up. Nobody could expect a vampire to spend that much time without feeding and then NOT end up struggling ——

—— No, no, no, STOP.

   You're a Fracture.

      You are a FRACTURE.

   You are not a —

Something hauntingly similar to dysphoria sparked before he could even finish that thought, a visceral growl tearing its way from his throat. Disgusting. Everything about this was DISGUSTING. Damn it, why wasn't it —

You're NOT a vampire. You're a Fracture.

   You are not —

FUCK.

         ❝ Fuck! ❞

The curse was shouted into an empty apartment, echoing off the walls, a shrill ringing briefly filling the room before it was forcibly silenced. Immediately, a terrible cough followed the curse, as the Fracture's hand flew to his own neck, trying miserably to sooth that awful burn as it flared again. Tears briefly stung at its eyes before they were harshly blinked away, and then he moved to pick his cellphone back up.

[✉ → Reese]  I need your help.

No, even they would think that he was fucking crazy for whatever this spiral was. Hell, even he was starting to wonder if its sanity had finally cracked a bit too far.

[✉ → Vincent]  I think this fixation shit is getting worse. I feel fucking crazy & I don't know what to do.

But could he really say that to his host, of all people? Not hardly. Surely if the Fracture was suffering this much, then somewhere in the depths of Vincent's mind, he wasn't well either. Either that was the case, or Glitch was just finally snapping itself, and regardless of which this may have been...

No, it wasn't rational to reach out to its host right now. Perhaps they needed to discuss the topic later, but right now, in the middle of these agonizing spirals, that wasn't going to work out.

Fuck, he was so hungry. And when had he started actually crying — ?

[✉ → Anti]  Please come over. I need blood. Now.

#( ᵀʰᵒˢᵉ ᴾʳᵉᵗᵗʸ ᴸᶤᵉˢ ᵂᵉʳᵉ ᴬˡᵐᵒˢᵗ ᵀʳᵘᵉ | Answered ) #tw: sh mention #( ♔ | ᴬ ᴾᵉʳᶠᵉᶜᵗ ˢᵘᶤᵗ ᴼᵛᵉʳ ᴬ ᴸᵒᶰᵉˡʸ ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗ | Glitch IC ) #( ᴮᵉʰᶤᶰᵈ ᵀʰᵉ ˢᶜᵉᶰᵉˢ / ᵀʰᵉ ᴴᵉˡˡ ᴵᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ᴹʸ ᴴᵉᵃᵈ | Drabbles ) #( ᴼᵘʳ ᴿᵉᵃˡᶤᵗʸ’ˢ ᴬ ᴸᶤᵗᵗˡᵉ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉᵈ | IC ) #( ᴹʸ ᴴᵉᵃʳᵗ ᴵˢ ᴳᵒˡᵈ & ᴹʸ ᴴᵃᶰᵈˢ ᴬʳᵉ ᶜᵒˡᵈ | Main V. | Vincent & Glitch ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #ask to tag //

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#( ☢ | ᶜʰᵃˢᵉ ᴹʸ ᵂᵒʳᵈˢ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᴾᵒᶤˢᵒᶰ | Jared’s Thoughts ) #( ᴮʳᶤᶰᵍ ᴹᵉ ᴮᵃᶜᵏ ᴸᶤᵏᵉ ᴺᶤᶰᵗᵉᶰᵈᵒ | Jared & Vincent ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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I was raised to be CHARMING                   not SINCERE

#( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ☕ | ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᴬ ᴸᵒᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᴿᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵂᶤˡˡ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵒʷ | Vincent’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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#( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ☣ | ᶠᶤʳˢᵗ ᵃᶰᵈ ᶠᵒʳᵉᵐᵒˢᵗˀ ᴼʷᶰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ˢʰᶤᵗ | Riley’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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physically my body is here but mentally I’m in the astral plane beating myself up in the target parking lot

#( ☣ | Crack ft. Riley ) #( ☢ | Crack ft. Jared ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #tw: sh mention

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#( ☕ | Crack ft. Vincent ) #( ☕ | ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᴬ ᴸᵒᵗ ᵀʰᵉ ᴿᵉᶜᵒʳᵈᶤᶰᵍˢ ᵂᶤˡˡ ᴺᵉᵛᵉʳ ˢʰᵒʷ | Vincent’s Thoughts ) #( ღ | ᴸᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᴵᶰ ˢʰᵃᵈᵉˢ ᴼᶠ ᴳʳᵉʸ | Victoria’s Thoughts ) #( ღ | Crack ft. Victoria ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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OLYMPIAN  AESTHETICS.

TAGGED BY: Stolen off an old blog. TAGGING: Continue the cycle of thievery, if you want.

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,     stirrer  of  passion,   cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,    delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring wistfully from a balcony,    this is how to be a heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.   glitz  and  glamour,  art  galleries,     turning  the  volume  up,     being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks filled with poetry,     bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,    tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,   smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,    sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,     sleeps  naked,   arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES.     armed  for  battle,     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other, soft  spot  for  children,  gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,   blood on their hands and face,   willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,      fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,    well-worn  combat  boots,  boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,    fist  raised  in  protest,     ignites  revolutions,     fear is a prison,     more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think,     exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force to be reckoned with,     red roses,    curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.     keen sense of a hunter,  freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,   disheveled  braid,   moonlight peeking through the shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,    mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,  the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves,   bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience on 3%,    touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     unreadable face,  quiet museums,    owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armor that intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy , big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,     ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,    hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain,    heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     sharpened pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,   stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered  hands,    smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,     skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,    flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,     leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,     heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,     daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve finished your second,     seductive smirks,   untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred panthers,     theater  masks,    stage productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,    grand  opera  houses,     masquerade balls,    rolls  of  film,     shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.   the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,   sweaty  brow,     flame  burning  in  their  eyes,     inventive mind,    broad  shoulders,     steampunk  goggles,     nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes,    striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,    work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces,     greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,    pain is fuel,    stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.     resting bitch face,    dressed to the nines,    cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,     cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large chandelier with glittering crystals,   plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,     romance  to  realism,    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix,  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man,   dark eyes that penetrate your soul,    marble  and  gold.

HERMES.     devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,     will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON.     storm with skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,    stroking the soft fur of a cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,     leather  jackets, fondness  for  diy  projects,     handwriting that flows across the page,     nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,     velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,    badass in a nice suit,   force of nature,    nightmare-filled nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,     technician  on  the  piano,   maintains  order,    strong handshake,    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

#( ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᴬˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵀᶤᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ | Tag Games ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #( ♔ | Glitch HCs )

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#( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #ask to tag //

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well, well, well, if it isn’t the feelings i’ve been trying to avoid 

#( ♔ | Crack ft. Glitch ) #( ☢ | Crack ft. Jared ) #( ☕ | Crack ft. Vincent ) #( ღ | Crack ft. Victoria ) #( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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#( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue ) #( ᴹᵃᵏᶤᶰᵍ ᶠʳᶤᵉᶰᵈˢ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵀʰᵉ ᵛᵒᶤᶜᵉˢ ᴵᶰˢᶤᵈᵉ ᴼᶠ ᴹʸ ᴴᵉᵃᵈ | Inspiration ) #( ˢʷᶤᵗᶜʰᶤᶰᵍ ᶠᵃˢᵗᵉʳ ᵀʰᵃᶰ ᵀʰᵉ ᶜʰᵃᶰᶰᵉˡˢ ᴼᶰ ᵀᵛ | Highschool V. | Vincent & Glitch ) #( ᵀʳʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵀᵒ ᴮᵉ ᴺᵒʳᵐᵃˡ / ᴰʳᶤᵛᶤᶰᵍ ᴹʸˢᵉˡᶠ ᶜʳᵃᶻʸ | Highschool V. | Jared & Anti ) #( ᴵ’ˡˡ ᴮʳᵉᵃᵏ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴴᵃˡᵒ / ᴵ’ˡˡ ˢʰᵒʷ ᵞᵒᵘ ᴴᵉˡˡ | Highschool V. | Riley & Reese )

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OLYMPIAN  AESTHETICS.

TAGGED BY: Stolen off an old blog. TAGGING: Continue the cycle of thievery, if you want.

APHRODITE.   laughter-loving,      sweet  smiles,     dressed  in  silk  and  satin,    flower  in  their  hair,     sees  the  world  as  a  runway,     unapologetically  sexual,   the  sea  washing  their  ankles,     in  love  with  love,     stirrer  of  passion,   cunning  concealed  by  painted  lips,     secret  daggers,     doves,     revolution  in  their  kiss,    delighting  in  the  waves,     flirtatious  winks,     strolling  along  the  beach,     staring wistfully from a balcony,    this is how to be a heartbreaker,     wants  to  be  adored,     gets  turned  on  by  danger.

APOLLO.  glitz  and  glamour,  art  galleries,     turning  the  volume  up,     being  made  of  gold,     neatly-organized  music  sheets,     notebooks filled with poetry,     bathing  in  the  sunlight,   the  powerful  urge  to  create,     collecting  vinyl  records,     beautiful  cover  of  Wonderwall,     playing  multiple  instruments,    tasting  like  sunshine,     healing  touch,     speaking  in  prophecies,   smile  mingled  with  wrath,   shunning  lies,    sporting  shades,     hanging  out  at  music  festivals  with  their  friends,     sleeps  naked,   arrow  to  the  heart,     paint  brushes,     probably  has  a  Tinder  account.

ARES.    armed  for  battle,     wants  to  raise  a  dog  with  their  significant  other, soft  spot  for  children,  gives  piggyback  rides,     scarred  body,   blood on their hands and face,   willing  to  fight  the  world  for  the  ones  they  love,      fights  against  injustice,     warm  hugs,    well-worn  combat  boots,  boxing gloves,   bandages  wrapped  around  bruised  knuckles,    fist  raised  in  protest,     ignites  revolutions,     fear is a prison,     more sensitive than what their tough shell would have you think,     exhausted,     damaged  goods,     force to be reckoned with,     red roses,    curses under their breath.

ARTEMIS.    keen sense of a hunter,  freckles  like  constellations  on  their  skin,   disheveled  braid,   moonlight peeking through the shadows,     the  calm  of  the  forest  at  night,     lying  on  the  grass  and  staring  at  the  stars,    mother  doe  and  her  fawn,     protecting  their  kin,  the  moon  shimmering  on  a  still  lake,   quiver  full  of  arrows  resting  against  the  bark  of  a  tree,    running  with  wolves,   bonding  while  circled  around  a  campfire,     not  being  much  of  a  people  person,     arrow  hitting  a  target,     popping  egos,     patience on 3%,    touches  heaven  and  returns  howling.

ATHENA.     unreadable face,  quiet museums,    owl  perched  on  their  finger,     armor that intimidates,     eye  for  architecture,     plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  building   houses,     studied  the  blade  while  everyone  else  was  busy , big  fan  of  logic,     loves  brain  teasers,     ancient  buildings,     sweaters  in  neutrals  and  cool  colors,    hair  done  up,     can  kill  you  with  their  brain,    heads  to  the  library  often  to  research,     sharpened pencils,   abs  that  can  cut  steel,   stoic  statues,     pottery classes.

DEMETER.     soil-covered  hands,    smile  that  can  bloom  flowers,     skin  loved  by  the  sun,     being  the  mom-friend,    can  lift  you  and  your  friends,    flowers  kept  in  the  pockets  of  overalls,    takes  pride  in  their  beautiful  garden,     speaks  to  their  plants,     leaves  rustling  in  the  wind,     stalks  of  wheat,     picking  fruit,     greenhouses,     heart  as  strong  as  a  mountain,     values  simplicity,     daisies  dotted  across  a  collarbone,     curls  crowned  with  flowers,     folded  pile  of  sweaters  in  warm  hues,    pulling  out  fresh-baked  bread  out  of  the  oven  and  the  smell  wafting  through  the  air.

DIONYSUS.     drunk  shitposter,     on their sixth glass of wine before you’ve finished your second,     seductive smirks,   untamed curls,     rich  fabrics  on  dark  skin,     sleek-furred panthers,     theater  masks,    stage productions,     receiving  a  standing  ovation,     rose  caught  between  their  teeth,     being  the  baby  of  the  bunch,     wild  parties  that  last  from  sundown  to  sunup,     creeping  vines,     inspiring  loyalty,    grand  opera  houses,     masquerade balls,    rolls  of  film,     shattered chandeliers with broken glass scattered across the wine-spilled floor,     pouring  champagne  into  flutes,     lives  for  the   applause.

HEPHAESTUS.  the  calloused  hands  of  someone  who  knows  labor,   sweaty  brow,     flame  burning  in  their  eyes,     inventive mind,    broad  shoulders,     steampunk  goggles,     nuts  and  bolts  stored  away  in  little  boxes,     ashes,    striking  a  match,     blueprints  for  future  projects,     fixing  up  a  busted  up  car  and  giving  it  cool  upgrades,     wrestles  with  bitterness,    work  boots  have  seen  better  years,    wrinkled  plaid  shirts,    iron  melted  in  blazing  fire,     huge  jackets,    crafting  masterpieces, ��   greased-stained  overalls,     fascination  with  robotics,    pain is fuel,    stack  of  weaponry,     even  their  muscles  have  muscles.

HERA.    resting bitch face,    dressed to the nines,    cows  grazing  on  a  pasture,     cool  rain,     loving  and  hating  fiercely,     hand  clutching  a  string  of  pearls,     large chandelier with glittering crystals,   plays  the  sims  for  the  sole  purpose  of  killing  off  their  sims,     romance  to  realism,    pictures  of  the  sky  while  flying  on  a  plane,  downs glasses of wine as they relax with a scented bubble bath and netflix,  like  their  selfie  or  you’re  grounded,   knows 57 convenient ways to murder a man,   dark eyes that penetrate your soul,    marble  and  gold.

HERMES.    devil-may-care  smile,     always  up-to-date  on  the  latest  technology,     will  steal  your  french  fries,     does  it  for  the vine,     shitposter,     puts  googly  eyes  on  everything,     meme  hoarder,     long  drives  on  the  highway,     ma  and  pop  diners,     spontaneous  road  trips,     folded  maps,     fingers dancing across the keyboard of a laptop,     shooting  hoops  on  the  basketball  court,     chatting  up  strangers  as  you  all  journey  to  your  own  destinations,     goes  jogging  in  the  morning,     mixes  redbull  with  coffee,     menace  on  april fool’s,     hoodies  and  sneakers.    

POSEIDON.    storm with skin,    colorful  coral  reefs,   waves  crashing  against  the  shore,    stroking the soft fur of a cat,     their  heart  pounding  as  their  horse’s  gentle  trot  speeds  into  a  gallop,     tousled  locks,     clothes  smeared  with  paint,     owns  several  sketchbooks  yet  always  yearns  to  own  more,     leather  jackets, fondness  for  diy  projects,     handwriting that flows across the page,     nimble  fingers  playing  the  strings  of  a  violin,     velvety singing voice that haunts your dreams,     mood  as  ever-changing  as  the  sea,     the  roar  of  a  motorcycle,     compass  with  a  spinning arrow.

ZEUS.     thunder  in  their  heart,     running  on  coffee,     flash  of  lightning,     natural  charisma,     eloquence,    badass in a nice suit,   force of nature,    nightmare-filled nights,     proud  arm  around  their  lover’s  waist,     high-rise  buildings,     planes  soaring  through  a  cloudless  sky,     technician  on  the  piano,   maintains  order,    strong handshake,    juggling  multiple  events  on  their  busy  schedule  with  ease,    expensive watch.

#( ᵀʰᵉʳᵉ’ˢ ᴬˡʷᵃʸˢ ᵀᶤᵐᵉ ᶠᵒʳ ˢᶤᵈᵉ ᵠᵘᵉˢᵗˢ | Tag Games ) #( ღ | Victoria HCs ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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#( ♔ | ᴰᵉᵃˡ ᵂᶤᵗʰ ᵞᵒᵘʳ ᴳˡᶤᵗᶜʰᵉˢ ᴵᶰ ᴾʳᶤᵛᵃᵗᵉ | Glitch’s Thoughts ) #( ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ˢᶤᵍʰᵗ / ᴼᵘᵗ ᴼᶠ ᴹᶤᶰᵈ | Queue )

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Anonymous asked: (hugs) 17

HUGS MEME.  ||   17. a hug where one muse stops the other from collapsing.

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Watching the boy carelessly stumble around their apartment as though absolutely nothing was wrong was, at best, infuriating — at worst, worrisome, if only the Fracture had actually been capable of feeling concern like that. As it stood, there was no shock in seeing Vincent looking so horribly ILL either.

When was the last time that the little dhampir had actually fed...? Properly, for that matter?

Years.

The persistent BURN in its own throat flared, a painful reminder of exactly how unwell they both were. No matter how much the elder hunted, nothing seemed to dull the symptoms for more than a couple of days at this point — and frequently, it didn't even last that long. He was troubled by the ordeal, but ultimately, it shouldn't have been surprised.

When your own health is primarily a reflection of someone else's, you can't properly treat it. Sealing over the cracks in a damaged mirror would never change how close it was to finally shattering.

❝ You should likely sit down, Vincent-dear. You seem a bit lightheaded today. ❞

Softly spoken suggestions into the quiet air of the apartment — never silent, but always kept at a lower volume to avoid the grating sound of every-day life that, inevitably, they would both have to deal with later.

"Hm? Oh- I'm okay, Glitch."

Crimson eyes rolled as his host flashed that carefree smile, waving a hand as though to dismiss the notion. It knew better, and surely the boy was aware of that — surely he remembered that it could feel every flare of pain that formed in his throat, every wave of dizziness that washed over him, every moment of unadulterated HUNGER right alongside the resulting denial.

"Don't worry so much, sweetheart."

There was that old pet-name — something he had originally used for the sake of calling it something, but now had persisted into their friendship all these years later. Adoration tried to form only to corrupt into something closer to obsessive affection, and the ghost of a smile curled across its lips despite the conversation at hand. Despite knowing that, somewhere beneath that innocent mask, Vincent was really just manipulating him into not pushing the topic —

They really weren't so different after all.

❝ It is quite literally my job to be concerned for your health. ❞

Factually murmured, as the Fracture settled to lean against a nearby wall, black fingernails tapping roughly against the shelf that its hand had settled on for stability. He should have been angry, perhaps, by the knowledge that his host was being manipulative — was using something usually so sweet, to disarm him.

He wasn't. If anything, he was PROUD. It was a glimpse of the REAL Vincent. Of the boy that he'd been so desperately trying to take care of all this time.

"Maybe, but still - don't stress over it."

Another innocent smile, the tips of his fangs briefly showing in the expression. Precious as ever, even when he was being difficult.

"More importantly, are you okay? You don't seem very steady either, y'know."

Bittersweet laughter briefly drifted through the air, having formed somewhere deep in the Fracture's chest and then dissipated into an echo of the actual sound. A harsh glitch flickered through its corporeal form, though he still managed to be smiling when that re-stabilized. Darling, foolish Vincent.

❝ My leg is giving me grief today. It's fine. ❞

Not to mention the mirrored dizziness and pains that only served to worsen Glitch's own health conditions, but that was... well, it was the literal point, but he didn't care to make Vincent feel quite that guilty. That wasn't an effective way to actually get through to the boy, and it never had been. Besides, his bad leg was legitimately half of the problem today.

"You should try to rest it, sweetheart."

❝ When I'm convinced that you aren't going to fall out on me? Perhaps I will. ❞

Ah, accidental foreshadowing in the world of stressed minds.

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It was only a few hours later that Vincent stumbled again — and this time, the world briefly went black, a series of seconds lost in time that would only ever be recalled as distressed nothing.

When the world came back to him again, his vision was blurring, spots dancing in it. Though to his own shock, he wasn't on the damn ground. Instead, he was wrapped up in the safety of his Fracture's arms, its mouth twisted so far into a worried frown that the tips of its fangs had sliced open its lip. Pretty scarlet stained across greyscale skin, and his throat ached, vibrant eyes blinking harshly as he tried to make sense of reality again, tried to shove those thoughts back down in the same moment.

"Vincent, are you alright?"

That soft accent curled beautifully through the words, comforting as the day he'd first properly heard Glitch's voice. Something about that... helped, made things feel a bit more stable. Several soft breathes, his fingers curled into the elder's blazer, trying to find his own balance.

( Needless. Glitch would never let him actually fall. )

❝ Yeah, I'm... Yeah, I will be. ❞

Probably.

"Come here then. You need to feed from somebody, whether you'll hunt or not."

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