Allard.    He always had quite the attachment to that surname — somehow he thought a mere name could mean he was worthy of more than what his cruel fate had planned for him... my papa was a funny man that way.    He was an artist — though, much before I was born he aspired to be a soldier... not that which I am, no... my papa doesn’t possess the skills or rather, didn’t, not then, and most definitely not now — his lack of abilities made him an angry man. It’s the conclusion I have drawn. He was, however, quite skilled in his arts when he took to them — he even once painted my mama and me. Now looking back I remember hating how still they made me sit... it was painful — and dreadfully boring. you see, my papa wasn’t lacking in the skills you might think, he could shoot a gun or even throw a decent punch — but his legs... well, I won’t delve into it but his legs had always been weak as long as I’ve known him, perhaps it was my freedom he envied, what caused the hatred he held for me to boil up into his throat until it came pouring out as degrading screams to a child who only longed for attention... I was pathetic then... my fragile heart hurt by words screamed from the man who was an accomplice to bringing me into this godforsaken world — though... now? I am stronger than he’ll ever be. take a deep breath papa, you’ll need it for the hate you so loved to spill when you’re on your jealous raves, yes... jealousy — it overtook him and now he is consumed.

okay i know i’ve done it before and it changed literally nothing? but i want to write on here — so i think imma give roche another makeover. thank you to everyone who has stuck with me. 

@fcragil​: ' don’t you ever let another human being tear you apart. ' 

 𝐡𝐞  𝐢𝐧𝐡𝐚𝐥𝐞𝐬  𝐬𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐩𝐥𝐲  𝐚𝐭  𝐡𝐞𝐫  𝐰𝐨𝐫𝐝𝐬  —  he’d  been  torn  apart  OVER  AND  OVER  AGAIN,  thanks  to  his  papa,  only  to  come  back  stronger    —  his  skin  was  tougher  each  time  around.  an  strange  smile  crept  upon  his  face  as  he  tilts  his  head,  curiously  at  her.  she  held  so  much  love  inside  of  her  —  to  care  for  someone  such  as  himself,  he  thought  her  odd…  beautiful.  ❛  oh  aerith…  ❜  the  words  leave  entangled  in  a  loving  sigh.  ❛  there  is  naught  a  mere  human  can  do  to  me  that  would  leave  me  in  pieces  for  long  —  you  should  know.  i  bounce  back,  regardless  of  the  pain;  for  i  am  more  than  man.  I  am  𝐒𝐎𝐋𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐑.  ❜  he  reminds  her,  as  though  she  could  ever  forget.  ❛  and  with  a  woman  such  as  you  ever  at  my  side,  why,  i  dare  say  i’ll  be  unstoppable.  ❜  

margrace​:

 𝐢𝐧  𝐚𝐧  𝐢𝐧𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐧𝐭  𝐡𝐢𝐬  𝐦𝐨𝐮𝐭𝐡  𝐢𝐬  𝐩𝐮𝐥𝐥𝐞𝐝  𝐢𝐧𝐭𝐨  𝐚  𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧  —  uncomfortably,  his  emotions  stir  wildly  inside  of  him.  his  mama  ...    once  a  thing  of  beauty  under  those  dazzling  lights,  mesmerizing  crowds  of  people  in  her  golden  days.  perhaps  it  was  their  slight  similarities   in   appearance  that  brought  about  questions  and  assumptions.  a  click  of  his  tongue  before  he  forces  himself  to  speak.  ❛  ah  —  my …  ❜    the  words  were  sickening  as  they  rolled  from  his  tongue.  ❛  and,  who  in  the  world  told  you  of  her?  ❜  

💖 💖 💖 💖 💖 💖

roches wire is @/highgear. please only add if we’ve actually discussed plots and the characters have a relationship.

❛ if  you  live  in  your  head  for  too  long,  you  run  the  risk  of  becoming  your  own  secret. ❜    /   @ragehowl​  poetry  dialogue  starter

                       𝐡𝐨𝐰  𝐝𝐨  𝐲𝐨𝐮  𝐛𝐞𝐬𝐭  𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞  𝐭𝐨  𝐛𝐞  𝐥𝐨𝐯𝐞𝐝?

                       𝐭𝐨𝐮𝐜𝐡 𝐦𝐞 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐝𝐞𝐫 𝐭𝐫𝐮𝐭𝐡

 you  crave  being  known  and  held.  you  just  want  the  warmth  and  pressure  of  another  body  against  your  own.  sometimes,  late  at  night  when  you're  alone  in  your  bed,  your  skin  aches  with  the  lack  of  touch.  you've  tried  touching  yourself,  and  it  isn't  the  same.  one  time  someone  gripped  your  shoulder  and  squeezed  it  in  passing,  and  you  thought  about  it  for  weeks  after  -  the  ghost  pressure  of  their  hand  lingering.  don't  you  deserve  it?  consistent  physical  love  and  caring?  i  think  so,  i  think  you  do.  but  i  also  have  to  ask  -  do  you  fear  it  even  as  you  want?  after  all,  if  you  get  it  then  it  might  also  be  taken  away.  i  hope  that  if  you  fear  it,  you  push  through  past  that  fear.  that  you  ask  for  the  touch  you  desire  and  deserve.  i  hope  that  you  get  touched  with  love  and  kindness,  wrapped  up  in  warm  arms  and  rocked  from  side  to  side  until  the  tension  and  pain  falls  away  layer  by  layer  and  only  you  are  left.

@ragehowl​: PUNCHES HIM IN THE ARM / random asks.

 he  winces,  an  eye  closes  while  the  other  is  squinted,  absently  he  rubs  his  arm  while  looking  down  at  her  —  ❛  i  shall  never  understand  the  meanings  of  your  brutish  greetings,  abby.  ❜  though  her  introduction  was  a  bit  much  he  managed  to  smile  through  the  pain  in  his  arm.  ❛  have  you  come  for  a  ride?  ❜  gesturing  to  his  bright  red  motorcycle.  ❛  or  am  i  your  partner  for  your  next  field  mission?  —  either  or,  i  will  comply,  if  that  is  what  the  lady  wishes.  ❜