just tryin’ to de-stress, my dudes

half of me is a hopeless romantic and the other half of me is, well, an asshole

Momma, momma, let me tell you how I burn; how I revel in it, red-eyed and feral. How flames flicker across my teeth. Let me tell you how I set every goddamn fire myself– how it is hell and heaven, agony and ecstasy devouring themselves inside of me. How I scream the prayers you taught me until my throat rips itself into a bloody, shredded thing.

MOMMA, LET ME TELL YOU HOW I BECAME RELENTLESS.

Momma, let me tell you how I became the light.

  The moment he finished the procedure the wound would close up and no sign of a bullet wound would even be present on the body and if no one had cared enough to extract the bullet, the would would have healed over just as simply and the body would have absorbed the bullet eventually...or something.

Still, Gil took great pain in ensuring his patients were well taken care of, even if said patients were immortal.

“It’s funny how you make so many references to our campaign. I remember when we first found you you had a copy of the second edition of the DMG in your backpack. Of course, you also had that handgun on you, so that was a bit more important in the moment and everything.” Gil reminisced with a soft smile on his face, the memory sweet and still vivid in his mind. Just as vivid as the memory of the pain he had felt when Maggie had panicked and shot Gil in the arm. 

He spluttered when she spoke again, seemingly ignoring him. While he didn’t mind that all that much, what he did mind was the nonchalance in her voice. 

“Maggie! You took pictures of Officer Babineaux shooting you in the chest? That is-that is too morbid, even for us! Not to mention inappropriate-to some degree, I’m sure!”

He’s certainly not thrilled- or even enthusiastic- but Tuls watches the newcomer with anticipation. Not a demon, not a human, that much was obvious. But there was something vaguely familiar in the way he moved- no, in the air about him. Something more than the smell of brine, than the gentle optimism. It was almost saccharine. Bubbly. Like a certain Covetess he once knew…

That aside, Tuls had a hunch about who he might be. The blue’s, like a book he had just seen. The face, sculpted- charming, didn’t Maggie say?

     “ Are you … that boy Maggie’s … enamored with now? ”

The damp sand turned into solid earth. The air turned from crisp and fresh into thick and muggy. The further Gil traveled into mainland, the more green he saw. Reminiscent of his schooling planet, the flora was bright and lush and beautiful, but the trees smiled like they have secrets to hide and the flowers giggled in the underbrush as Gil walked by. 

It was unsettling.

When Gil saw the sitting figure, he mistook the form for a fallen tree overgrown with moss. When it moved he jumped, startled. 

The creature looked like a forest spirit, a protector of trees and defender of nature. He struck Gil as a gentle green giant and Gil smiled in greeting as the supposed forest spirit began speaking. His friendly expression morphed into that of confusion quickly though.

“Maggie?...Enamored? I, uh, hardly think so, maybe, uh- why? Do you know her? Is she here? I didn’t think there was anyone else around here...” 

                                oceans rise, empires fall.

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callout post for decayheart

I really wish I didn’t have to do this, but with someone that’s been hounding me and my friends (Ilya — also known as cinderbinding / knifecoded / decayheart ) coming back to tumblr’s RP community, it seems like I have no choice.

He’s gone by multiple names—I don’t know all of them, because I don’t constantly keep tabs on him, but here are the ones I remember: Marlowe, Dakota, Sugar, Vanilla, Birdy, Shark, Peach, Delsin, Yellow, Hori, Azure, Northe, Ash, Will, Blue, and most currently Ilya. In addition, I apologize for any misgendering in the screencaps—this individual changes pronouns frequently and we’re not always keeping tabs on him, so a few of the caps taken were before he changed pronouns or at a time where we just didn’t know what pronouns he used.

Warning: this post will contain mentions of suicide, self harm, abuse, gaslighting, manipulation, and very mild NSFW.

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