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Kiss + 12 - Nick

smorches // 𝖆𝖈𝖈𝖊𝖕𝖙𝖎𝖓𝖌 !

12 // …to thank them

   𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝖌𝖗𝖆𝖕𝖕𝖑𝖊 𝖈𝖎𝖓𝖈𝖍𝖊𝖘 𝖙𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖊𝖙𝖆𝖑 𝖑𝖆𝖓𝖉𝖎𝖓𝖌, locking in place noisily and desperately, and he loosens the rope, swinging it down in a wide arc.

   “𝖄ick–fucking–up here!”

𝕷ucids reach and grab like children, hissing false assurances and broken promises, but Nick kicks them off. Halfway up, Jude shoots out an arm and grabs Nick’s elbow, hauling with all his lithe strength. Not Sally strong, but it gets the job done. Nick’s jean catches on a jutting wire, ripping it open and spilling 𝖇𝖑𝖔𝖔𝖉 at the knee.

𝕵ude grits his teeth and balances them both. He was built for stealth, not 𝖍𝖊𝖗𝖔𝖎𝖈𝖘. 

   “𝖄ou good, man?”

𝖄ick warbles, and heaves, and with hands on Jude’s shoulders, 𝖐𝖎𝖘𝖘𝖊𝖘 him.

𝕭elow them, lights flash, wide and acidic. The Lucids pause, sway, and dispel with the sweep of the spotlight. Lucid or not, they still operated like they were in a dream, and attention spans are as thin as air.

𝕵ude was already dipping away–easy, even, with two inches of height difference–as Nick locks his shoulders and makes his partings as well. Heat simmers off reddening skin, and words are muddled between mutual juvenile confusion. Young and afraid and full of energy. Jude huffs, and it begins to settle.

   “𝖂hoa, hey, I get I’m totally irresistible, but let’s, uh, save the flirting for the train car, alright?”

𝕴t’s very easy to pretend that it was easy. His words don’t stammer like Nick’s, and he manages an uneven grin, indistinguishable in the hard darkness of the tunnel’s upper alcove. Grateful that nothing else on his face can be read. He moves his head, so Nick can only see the dark profile of ponytail and cheekbone.

   “𝖄ou’re bleeding. C’mon, we should go.”

𝕿he cut was dribbling well and thick, and Jude knew they’d have to patch it up before they went back up to the surface. Jude had bandages, he can get it done.

𝕿hey’ll be past all of this in no time.

#silvanebula #// asks * #overrgrwn // nick * #dont let it fool you jude's actually pretty embarrassed himself too :/

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send one for my muse’s reaction to your muse ---

veilled :

alternatively send ‘ + ‘ after the symbol for the roles to be reversed where possible !

✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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                                                             𝕵𝖚𝖉𝖊 𝕳𝖆𝖑𝖑𝖔𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖑

𝐅𝐮𝐥𝐥 𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐞: Judas Dimitri Hallowell 𝐀𝐠𝐞: 18 𝐃.𝐎.𝐁: June 21 𝐏𝐫𝐨𝐧𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐬: Him/His 𝐒𝐞𝐱𝐮𝐚𝐥𝐢𝐭𝐲: Bisexual 𝐏𝐨𝐬𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: Cool  ◦  Thoughtful  ◦  Quiet  ◦  Quick-witted  ◦ Self possessed 𝐍𝐞𝐠𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐢𝐭𝐬: Aloof  •   Self absorbed  •  Blunt  •  Nosy  •  Hard to reach 𝐒𝐮𝐛𝐣𝐞𝐜𝐭𝐬: Art, history, creative writing. 𝐄𝐱𝐭𝐫𝐚 𝐂𝐮𝐫𝐫𝐢𝐜𝐮𝐥𝐚𝐫 𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐢𝐯𝐢𝐭𝐢𝐞𝐬: N/A 𝐎𝐜𝐜𝐮𝐩𝐚𝐭𝐢𝐨𝐧: N/A

                                                         𝕿𝖍𝖊 𝕭𝖑𝖆𝖈𝖐𝖔𝖚𝖙 𝕮𝖑𝖚𝖇

𝐏𝐡𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐲𝐩𝐞: White iphone - black padded phone case 𝐇𝐞𝐫𝐨 𝐈𝐭𝐞𝐦: Grappling hook 𝐌𝐢𝐧𝐨𝐫 𝐏𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫𝐬: Lucky loot, extra lockpicks 𝐌𝐚𝐣𝐨𝐫 𝐩𝐨𝐰𝐞𝐫: Prank call

                                                            𝕽𝖊𝖑𝖆𝖙𝖎𝖔𝖓𝖘𝖍𝖎𝖕𝖘

𝐒𝐚𝐥𝐥𝐲: Evil twin. 𝐊𝐫𝐢𝐬: Oh, you know. 𝐍𝐢𝐜𝐤: Chill friend. 𝐀𝐲𝐚: Friend, thinks she’s too nice for him. 𝐄𝐝𝐠𝐚𝐫: Friend through Sally-kicking-their-asses-in-fighting-games solidarity. Also nature stuff. 𝐆𝐫𝐚𝐡𝐚𝐦: Sally’s rich friend who’s fun to mess with. 𝐊𝐚𝐳: Hard to approach and doesn’t fully trust her, but admires her skills. 𝐃𝐚𝐩𝐡: Appreciates the nerdiness. Also solidarity through getting bullied by Sally. 𝐁𝐚𝐢𝐥𝐞𝐲: The mom friend he needs but doesn’t deserve. 𝐑𝐨: Knows by association with Sally. If she’s in the same room as Sally, he vacates the premise immediately.

#// about jude *

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💋 ( mwuah )

get a kiss from my muse // not accepting

💋  // a kiss of the mun’s choice

   “I hope you’re not ticklish.”

It’s one of his nicer pens, the felt tip one, and he starts with less risky places on Kris: forearms and knuckles. Vines and stars, stylized moons over nocturnal night life and smooth silhouettes. Quotes range from dumb jokes (’Blink twice for a good time.’) scratched over the crook of an elbow, to Latin phrases curled over the thin veins of the wrist. (Whenever Kris asked, Jude just grinned and said that it was his incentive to study.)

The ink traveled up, and Jude’s thighs softly squeezed Kris’ hips. Kris’ room was dim and dark, but comfortably so, with nostalgia humming in the corners over trinkets and livable messes. The bed sheets were crumpled at the end of the bed, and here, together, they shared the epicenter. It felt like the immediate aftermath of a bright fire; living quietly in the black ashes of a warm summer night.

Because, really, that’s what it was. Long, dark hours of midnight escapades and rebellious rendezvous. Their feet were sore and their clothes smelled of fresh dirt and foam. But they had won, and it was another three a.m. alone together, mutually clinging the the remnants of conspiratorial adrenaline.

Jude tilted his head continued to murmur out his own responses to Kris’ comments.

   “Hey,” he said eventually, “stay still. Here.”

The pen is lifted and feathered, going from chin to lip to over Cupid’s bow, ���Jude’s’ is written over Kris’ mouth, and Jude kisses it dry. His laugh whispered over heated skin.

   “Don’t worry, we can’t get ink poisoning from this shit. Gotta deep throat like ten of these things to worry about that.”

Palms hover over cheeks and waists and the cap of the pen lightly presses into the flush of Kris’ face. Jude idly begins to tap it in some mindless rhythm. Then, fingers hook under pale chin, and he’s drawing over brow and cheek bones. Each star, each heart, each personal signature comes stamped with a press of the lips. Even when marks begin to create new paths. Traveling over jaw and down to the thrum of a throat. Jude blooms both flowers and bruises in the grove of Kris’ clavicle.

   “It’s also waterproof–I can help you wash it off afterwards.”

He doesn’t say when he plans to stop, especially when pen is left hanging unused in between fingers, eventually. Time and space is occupied by only the reverent apparitions of affection. Carving through adoring touches, Jude was good at hiding the clumsiness of inexperience. But he knew Kris could still pick out every slip of the teeth and stuttering pause of a gaze.

On the bedside table, Jude’s phone lit up at 3:43 a.m. He puffed out a breath, leaning back, seeing a dark, blurry photograph from Sally. He tucked the pen behind his ear. Hair either fell free from the action, or got caught over the hook of the cap. Arms–free of heavy sleeves, only the slim-fitting cotton of his v-neck now–stretch over broad shoulders, and he’s pushing the both of them into well-worn pillows.

A beat, and he’s just observing Kris, understanding what can be only understood in the solitude of a late night comfort. Then he rolls off, and goes to his side of the bed, flicking open the message from Sally.

   “Or we can take a shower in the morning, that’s all up to you, dream guy.”

He turns slightly, just enough for the shrug of a grin and a grin of a shrug to be recognized. He didn’t really care what Kris chose to do, as long as he didn’t slip away from the snaking of fingers between fingers. As long as he had that, Jude would go anywhere with him.

#waylaycr #tonight you can dream // asks #waylaycr // kris * #pre-established stuff basically #nobody is actually alive in this group anymore so i cant be held accountable for any of this >:) #i just wanted to write for these two again so.........

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#// mixtape *

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Send to get a kiss from my muse!

Add 👀 to give my muse the kiss, instead.

Send ❤️ for a romantic kiss. Send 🖤 for a neck kiss Send 💚 for a familial kiss Send 💙 for an accidental kiss Send 💜 for a platonic kiss Send 💛 for hand kiss Send 💝 for a a kiss on the forehead  Send 💞 for a dip kiss Send 💓 for a cheek kiss Send 💟 for a kiss on a wound Send 💔 for a bite on the lip Send 💘 for a kiss goodbye Send 💗 for a good morning or goodnight kiss Send 💕for a deep, passionate kiss Send ❣️ for a kiss that conveys an emotion Send 💖 for an anniversary Send 😍 for a kiss in greeting Send 🤜 for a punch in the kisser Send 🍝 for a food-based kiss Send 💋 for a kiss of the receiver’s choice

#// memes * #jude vc: what the fuck is a kiss #tfw you might have to try and figure out how to make his character work for giving out smooches ;;sweats

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“ what do you believe in? ”

late nights // accepting !

   “I believe that you’re all off your fucking rockers.”

From the floor, laying fully on his back, Jude kicked a leg up and over his propped knee, hands lifting to curl into vague gestures.

   “Like, that rocking chair has been firmly vacated by old man Wally, who’s somewhere tumbling down a hill to hell town. I predict he’s going to die before he makes it halfway down. Analyze that however you want, make your English teacher proud for all I care. You know what I mean.”

Crazy club. Sally, for once, had good judgement with her epithets.

   “Sometimes I can’t tell what you guys are more worried about: your dumb high school drama or the actual goddamn demons leading you to your deaths.”

#shapeslept #// asks * #sorry this took a bit im just lazy #:v #shapeslept // kaz * #jude vc: i dont CARE who broke up with who lets focus on the unbelievable cult shit maybe???

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POETRY. A SOPHISTICATED ATTEMPT TO PUT AN IDEA TO WORDS. CHASING DREAMS IN A FALSE REALITY.

   “Sorry, I don’t accept criticism. Either it was good or it was great.”

Form closes back in, arms crossed tightly. The night was endless and cold. 

   “Yeah, I get it. Something about being a very real thing in a very fake world, and it’s painful, and some other bullshit like that. Listen, I’m not one for hanging around demons and letting them lecture me like they’re the devil’s own Jehovah’s witness. I have more than enough experience slamming doors in their faces. Go on, I’ll deal with the inevitable doom myself.”

#from-behind-eyes #// asks * #from-behind-eyes // daemons * #jude rambles and then gets tired pls just let him take a nap thanks

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cottagecore is the best aesthetic and no i wont take any other suggestions to challenge it

#// tweet *

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roses are red / violets are blue / the stars could never / shine as bright as you/ through the night / we never sleep / a flame to light / through mirrors we speak / if there's one thing I'd like to find / it would be your hand in mine / and to the gods I would pray / from this town we could run away ( a white envelope stuck into his locker at school )

      Thumbnail lightly digs into manila and traces over ink. Not harsh enough to crease, but still testing the reality of it. Normally such a thing would be the object of ridicule and twisted lips, but that was in movies and from the sidelines of school hallways. Never as the direct recipient.

He didn’t know what to do.

It was a strange feeling, being nudged out of his element. From water to fire. Jude bites the inside of his cheek.

Oh, whatever, someone’s having fun with me, he thinks. Exactly what kind of fun he wasn’t sure to settle on. He’s spent his whole life not bothering with people, and them returning the favor. This town was fucking him up. Jude pushes the note into his messenger bag.

   From this town we could run away. 

When Sally asks him what he’s doing later, he answers, “Spending time with a sonnet.”

#anon #// asks * #owo?

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#// aes *

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#// aes *

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HUMOR. A WASTED TALENT.

   Arms fell and his brow furrows. Humor works well when you lived in increasing fear. Dreading sleep, dreading demons, dreading the grave. Sally may not be concerned about living long, but Jude was. (A dream: defined by a cottage, the outskirts of someplace overgrown and unknowable, with an ocean singing in the distance. It’s open and free and so full.)

They didn’t appreciate humor? Nonsense and bizarrity were the essence of the supernatural in Jude’s eyes. He spread his arms more heartily, and said:

   “Moon round in melody, a world laid under rain. The night is the loneliest, and when you look, it bends shyly around the corner. From death’s dark light, it tells it to go home. The maggots are in love, and they yearn for their only reprieve.”

A paragraph written in a half-awake stupor so many nights ago, Jude only remembers it because it was on the first page of his journal. He hates it, honestly. It’s all bullshit. But demons liked bullshit as long as it was voluble enough.

He’s almost putting on a show, but he speaks with the half-assed effort of a student forced to read a text out loud, and with his mouth quirked up, it’s still sardonic.

   “That better?”

Wasted talent, maybe, but it’s his own to do with as he pleases.

#anon #// asks * #jude's being a shit when he really shouldn't be a shit more news at 11

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❛ i should’ve paid more attention in climbing class . ❜ Kris having trouble scaling a wall with his grapple...

until dawn starters ! // accepting !

   “You had to take climbing class?” Jude bent over, hands on knees, bird skull necklace dangling freely in the murky, dense air of the tunnels. Its smooth, opalescent bone caught the green lambency of the nearby security camera, turning it into something acidic.

Jude crouches down proper, one hand outstretched. “Come on, man.”

Kris was not only taller than Jude, but heavier, too. Jude wasn’t Sally levels of dangerous fitness, and never would be, so heaving Kris up became a mutual effort of grappling and cursing. Hands to shoulders, faces near necks, fingers brushed Jude’s thigh. It was too clumsy for keeping fully cool. 

Yanking Kris up, finally, they wobbled on the platform grates, barely righting themselves up with one another.

A pause that took too long. He found his footing, one hand fisted into Kris’ shirt, the other at his arm. Kris’ own was anchoring them both at Jude’s waist. Something swayed between them. Then they stilled.

Swiftly, Jude nudged himself away, excusing to recollect the grappling hook. His back to Kris, eyes to the heartless pit below, darkness congealing under their feet.

Jude wondered how many dead sleepwalkers were down there. Spines twisted, ribs shattered, necks at a right angle and choking on dried blood. He wasn’t sure why his thoughts went to that.

He shoved the grappling hook back into Kris’ unsteady arms, and gestured to him to keep moving.

   “Crypto room’s this’a way. Let’s get going before one of those zombies figure out how to climb.”

#waylaycr #// asks * #waylaycr // kris * #haha :^)

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YOU WILL DOOM THEM ALL.

   A stilted silence, then a shrug, arms lifted higher than what would’ve been casual.

   “Oh, well, I tried, guys.”

Really, with no cellphone reception, how was was Jude going to order food? He could’ve sworn demons were more reliable than that. (He also could’ve sworn that demons didn’t exist.)

#anon #// asks * #use humor to blow off the very real worry #dw guys jude's got this

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the level in which i believe in the existence of a certain cryptid really comes down to how hot i personally find them

#// tweet * #example: springheeled jack? an incel and therefore cant and shouldnt exist #mothman? raw sexual energy thats through the fucking roof so of course he exists #and thats my valentine tweet for the year see you all next year

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memesandthings:

TEXT MESSAGE STARTERS ! Send one of the prompts below to get a response from my muse.

drunk texts:

( ✉ → sms ) plea se eh elep me im drunk and i dotn know whe re i am

( ✉ → sms ) i fukcing miss yo u

( ✉ → sms ) i look so fuckigjn GOOD

( ✉ → sms ) i csnst stop throwiging up

( ✉ → sms ) fu ck you  for hurting me

( ✉ → sms ) why dotn you ever call me anymore huh

( ✉ → sms ) stop being so fuckigjn borign and coekm to my party

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

( ✉ → sms ) i j sut left you a 3 mintue long voicemail singing. sorry

( ✉ → sms ) even when i’m durnk ic ant sotp thinking about oyu

hateful texts:

( ✉ → sms ) you’re pathetic

( ✉ → sms ) you make me miserable

( ✉ → sms ) fuck you. delete my number.

( ✉ → sms ) you never meant anything to me, anyway.

( ✉ → sms ) fuck your apologies, you can keep them.

( ✉ → sms ) congrats on always ruining everything

( ✉ → sms ) my life would be so much easier without you.

( ✉ → sms ) and next time you feel like calling me… don’t.

( ✉ → sms ) i don’t want anything to do with you anymore.

( ✉ → sms ) if your goal was to make me hate you, then congratulations. mission accomplished.

misc/random texts:

( ✉ → sms ) i think my neighbor is an alien.

( ✉ → sms ) help me think of a name for my new dog

( ✉ → sms ) sooooo… what was your first impression of me

( ✉ → sms ) should i get pizza or chicken wings for dinner?

( ✉ → sms ) no one’s ever made me feel the way you do.

( ✉ → sms ) i borrowed your weed. hope you don’t mind.

( ✉ → sms ) why do they say drugs are bad when they make you feel so good

( ✉ → sms ) today is the oldest you’ve ever been, but the youngest you’ll ever be again…

( ✉ → sms ) [ File Attached: 001329.jpg ] of all the drunk pictures i have of you, this one is my favorite.

( ✉ → sms ) i used your pics to catfish someone, and since they bought me a laptop… you have a date with them tomorrow.

#// memes *