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dionysed · 5 months
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DRABBLE .
As much as he can be compared to sunshine, bright colors and loud, cheerful sounds, M.M. himself feels as though the dark speaks to him more intimately than anything else would otherwise. At times he even wonders whether he's a creature of the night or not —- staying up late and only waking later on in the morning when it's very debateable whether it's time for lunch rather than breakfast. Rising early is difficult for someone like him, even though he's been trying his best to get out of bed at the same time his partner does, in order to help him out with work, if needed.
His favorite time of the day however, is after midnight. When the night and streets are quiet outside, when not a single bird can be heard chirping, he can listen to a completely different kind of music: silence. It's not unusual for him to get up and grab a snack or two before dawn, or to head out to the porch and sit in the fresh air for a few minutes. Sometimes though, such as this one, he can't help but begin to overthink. The warm embrace of darkness and silence heightens everything else, be it sensations, sounds, the curious rythm that's always plagued his being, and even his own thoughts.
Tonight's insistent thoughts are surprisingly not all too negative, all things considered —- After a quick trip to the kitchen for a few slices of cheese and ham to briefly nibble on, he's returned to bed to attempt to get some rest, but the company he's been keeping for a while now can be extremely distracting. For starters, his presence alone is odd. He's never been in any kind of relationship this long before, and the pure domesticity of what they have is certainly strange. His eyes, unhidden now, watch the other's hypnotic and gentle rise and fall of his chest, the occasional toss and turn of his body as he sleeps, and he wonders how things have come to be this way.
It's not an unwelcome change, on the contrary, but there's still a lot for him to chew and process even now. What is it about this man that has enchanted him so? The answer to this question pops up immediately, generously providing him with a list of reasons to never leave the individual's side. The following query is a more complicated one: what is it about himself that's charmed Two-Face in turn? For all his ego and apparent good looks, he's felt like a nameless void hiding behind a thick mask for a very long time now. There's a loaded irony in this which he can't help but always take note of, and both find amusing and despiseful. There's nothing to him besides what he presents, and yet the Gotham Rogue's managed to find something in the pile of dirt still.
It puzzles him.
For whatever reason, this confusing train of thought makes his crooked heart melt. A small, lovesick smile spreads across his lips, and amidst all the doubts he finds a stubborn anchor on the other. His partner's words, his affections and his actions have established themselves as something solid within his chest; as something he can actually trust for once. The Music Meister can't deny there's something special between them, something he hasn't experienced before. Something that decidedly makes him feel more like Michael instead of his chosen public title. With him, he doesn't feel like a mask anymore. With him, he feels like himself.
A content sigh escapes him, and he rolls over on his side, wrapping an arm around the other's warm waist and burying his face into his neck. A small crease of his brow denotes a touch of concern or perhaps anxiety, but his following whispered words are filled with a more positive emotion. "I love you," he says quietly, in the darkness he can see through, abruptly interrupting the silence, and focusing instead on the sound of his boyfriend's calming and steady heartbeat and his soft breathing. Not even silence can beat the other's natural and beautiful piece of music, which quickly manages to lull him to sleep.
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roosterust · 4 months
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roosterust has blocked fatalroyale.
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scarredseeker · 2 years
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(( i present to you transformers au valkyrie!! im so happy w her design! thank you @mostly-him for drawing her!! ))
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emberoops · 1 year
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On the brink of passing out, Ember finally stops, soul stretched thin and wearied. They can barely summon a spark right now, have to bring it from their very blood when they try.
Shit.
They found seventeen dead alternates in an hour of searching, and they’re sure there are more. What were they like? Does seventeen among hundreds constitute any more than bad luck? Do they have the same abilities as Ember? Do they - what else do they share? (Past tense, they remind themself. Did.)
More importantly, they think, are the people potentially targeting Ember enough like the dark thing they may have worshipped to go after loved ones like she did?
The thought sends a cold shiver up and down their spine.
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vampiricvittles · 1 year
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m!a hi alli! wouldnt it be neat if you were purely a star elf for, say, 5 days? i think so. congratulations bud :)
> Alli read this after his meeting with the local potions master in his area. Thankfully.
> Thankfully, he passed out soon after. Magick and Alli never went well together, and anything strong thar he tried to do with it made him feel fucky. This was definitely no different, albeit much worse.
> When he woke up, it was face down on the floor, jammed up tight, arms at awkward angles and legs stuck close to his chest- phone face down in front of him. He groaned, and reached out for it, only to stop when he saw his skin. Stars? Stars...
> Phone picked up, screen broken, anon ask read. Biiiig sigh, and text sent to Viv.
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hello-mrpresident · 2 months
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:)!!
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janusflipped · 4 months
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MM seems good at getting pictures of me not paying attention. It's a good picture nonetheless.
// super awesome art by @jujulebee//
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deepwaterstriker · 2 months
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It's meeee ya boi... Dexter. lol.
((Personals/non-rp blogs do not reblog))
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prosaicpedagogy · 2 months
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P9rrim said I l99ked nice. I think I l99k angry. I can't remem6er a69ut what 6ut here. :)
((ooc: more face/shading style practice. Non-rp blogs please don't reblog my post.))
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ultra-rage · 4 months
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Bunny Tail. Also i borrowed Kori's clothes cause why not (it has a low enough dip for the tail)
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theimperialdominance · 5 months
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Proper image of my face.
//ooc note: art by me, and it's not eyeliner. It's how I drew eyes.//
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arsonistsfirefly · 3 months
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Hello! I went to IKEA and got a new friend.
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chironschariot · 5 months
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I got him to take a picture vwith me zz:::)
This is my kismesis Mituna Pyrope. vwho is crushing my fucking ri8s.
Also you can call him Mitty Tuna. zz:::)
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theowlsclaws · 25 days
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This is a picture from the other day. A friend and I sparred. I liked it, so here.
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emberoops · 1 year
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Just another Saturday, indeed.
Ember sat at the grassy side of the oasis, in his own personal private meadow, wondering which knife to use. Something sharp and long and  thin, perhaps a new one altogether.
His feet trailed in the water.
It felt strange, bringing someone here who he did not trust. Someone who he could not trust. This had quickly become a space for himself and Tekras, and bringing someone who wanted him dead felt strange. 
Altogether, it was a very perturbing evening.  Which is perhaps why Ember woke the man with a shock. “Where the ever-loving fuck,” he started, “did you find the runes?” The man spat. Ember rolled his eyes, not that it had much effect, all a  glacial blue like this, and conjured a  knife.
It was going to be a long evening indeed.
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greasedupclown · 7 months
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no one motherfuckin' asked for it but yeah I still got my tail. zz:o)
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