winter is dead.

@scorchbled / scorchbled.tumblr.com

Avatar
Avatar
halfher

          this is nothing but lobotomy. this heart is a knife, this knife is a heart   ––   it’s a cold - steel blade going down, down, down, with the tenderest lover strokes. a russian - roulette of caress, of affection;   of his mother’s eyes blown rabbit - wide. her love is boiling hot water, her love is a scar. now say his name like a tombstone   ––   erect and so proudly dead - boy - walking. bury his todoroki and decay his shōto and rip it from his body because what’s a dead boy need a name for anyways? he’s just a body, and he’s just like those flowers, and he’ll rot, he’ll rot, he’ll rot.   (   he’s rotten.   )    call him behind his back, call him like you have a lump of meat in your throat   ––   like you’re eating him up. shōto is the name of a flower only bloom’d at moonrise, only once   ––   he only lives once. call him whispered in your pillow, like praying for him is a sin.

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
halfher

          this is nothing but lobotomy. this heart is a knife, this knife is a heart   ––   it’s a cold - steel blade going down, down, down, with the tenderest lover strokes. a russian - roulette of caress, of affection;   of his mother’s eyes blown rabbit - wide. her love is boiling hot water, her love is a scar. now say his name like a tombstone   ––   erect and so proudly dead - boy - walking. bury his todoroki and decay his shōto and rip it from his body because what’s a dead boy need a name for anyways? he’s just a body, and he’s just like those flowers, and he’ll rot, he’ll rot, he’ll rot.   (   he’s rotten.   )    call him behind his back, call him like you have a lump of meat in your throat   ––   like you’re eating him up. shōto is the name of a flower only bloom’d at moonrise, only once   ––   he only lives once. call him whispered in your pillow, like praying for him is a sin.

Avatar
Avatar
halfher

          this is nothing but lobotomy. this heart is a knife, this knife is a heart   ––   it’s a cold - steel blade going down, down, down, with the tenderest lover strokes. a russian - roulette of caress, of affection;   of his mother’s eyes blown rabbit - wide. her love is boiling hot water, her love is a scar. now say his name like a tombstone   ––   erect and so proudly dead - boy - walking. bury his todoroki and decay his shōto and rip it from his body because what’s a dead boy need a name for anyways? he’s just a body, and he’s just like those flowers, and he’ll rot, he’ll rot, he’ll rot.   (   he’s rotten.   )    call him behind his back, call him like you have a lump of meat in your throat   ––   like you’re eating him up. shōto is the name of a flower only bloom’d at moonrise, only once   ––   he only lives once. call him whispered in your pillow, like praying for him is a sin.

Avatar
reblogged
Avatar
halfher

          this is nothing but lobotomy. this heart is a knife, this knife is a heart   ––   it’s a cold - steel blade going down, down, down, with the tenderest lover strokes. a russian - roulette of caress, of affection;   of his mother’s eyes blown rabbit - wide. her love is boiling hot water, her love is a scar. now say his name like a tombstone   ––   erect and so proudly dead - boy - walking. bury his todoroki and decay his shōto and rip it from his body because what’s a dead boy need a name for anyways? he’s just a body, and he’s just like those flowers, and he’ll rot, he’ll rot, he’ll rot.   (   he’s rotten.   )    call him behind his back, call him like you have a lump of meat in your throat   ––   like you’re eating him up. shōto is the name of a flower only bloom’d at moonrise, only once   ––   he only lives once. call him whispered in your pillow, like praying for him is a sin.

Avatar
Avatar
noquirk-a

im gonna make this straight to the point

im opening commissions for both art and edits. it’s gonna be for my own needs but majority is going towards my cats, because they’ve all caught this sickness that i dont know of and im really hoping to bring them to the vet. my parents aren’t allowing me unless i have my own money.

here’s what i can offer :

promo commissions are $13 ( x, x, x ) header commissions are $13 ( x,x,x ) backgrounds are $20 ( x,x,x ) ( note i wont be using fanart unless you have permission from the artist themselves or you, yourself are the artist with provided evidence [ art blog / twitter art acc / etc. ] )
full paintings are $26 ( x,x,x ) colored doodles are $15 ( x,x,x ) binary doodles are $10 ( x,x,x ) ( i’m almost willing to draw anything except mecha and sexual nsfw. but ask me just to be sure. im fine with both ocs and canon characters. )

lmk via pm or discord ( . * ♡ GOTH PRINCE.#8405 ) if you’re interested if you’re not interested in anything but are willing to help out, my ko-fi is here

if you want more ideas of what i can do, my editing blog and some art examples is at @mortybits and art account is at @bloodmach ( art tag is #wormart )

thanks so much

Avatar

fyi i’m probably going to archive this blog and move to a new one 

Avatar

i was going to write more but my gas is at 0 srry

Avatar
Image
           he knows himself too well — if he stays here, in sooth, lulling under the sway of fingertips, surrounded by the sweet scent of blooms ; the sweeter curve of that smile, then he’ll never leave.
“ i love it when you sweet talk me like this. ”  tectonic plates move with more ease than he does away from him. the earth still trembles inside him. light seeps through the cracks of a smile, razor sharp ; teeth backlit by hellfire. crimson eyes glimmer, the edge of his words blunted by the obvious hesitance that resides on his tongue.   can’t — have a job tonight.  
he lets that simmer on the back burner, can meet you for breakfast? if you don’t have to babysit the flowers first thing.
image

          maybe he would have used to argue   -   swathe his canines   (   yes,   yes,   this boy has teeth but he just smiles smiles smiles   /   just like his mother.   )   in saliva,   lets them glisten. instead he sighs the quiet drift of roses,   of lilac love. kisses of buttercup fields,   licking his candy pecks along katsuki’s exposed neck.   (   he loves like prayer. tries to plead with God but all that comes out is katsuki’s name,   crying,   worrying.   )   “   anytime. i’ll sweet talk you anytime.   

he wants to say all the time

snap him like a wishbone,   pick your teeth with it. the marrow must taste sweeter. there’s something tangible to the disappointment in his voice.   “   i’m sure i can make some time for you in the morning   -   the kids will understand.   “   

Avatar
Image

          “   since...   “   his voice is thick. he swallows down the sour on his tongue   -   he’s sure midoriya can hear it.   “   since where hanging out this weekend,   do you want to watch some movies?   

Avatar
Avatar
alterlifes-a

please send love to the black muns who are speaking out about this, as well !!! send some lovely messages to :

if you have any other black muns you’d like to add to this list, please rb and do so ! i probably missed a lot of people because i’m not mutuals with a ton of people, so adding more muns would be great !

Avatar
Image
           heat lingers, a seed planted under the skin by the brush of sewing kiss ; grows. this, he thinks, this warmth is the reason trees spend hundreds of years reaching for the sun. this is why flowers bloom to die and come back tirelessly each spring. the only difference being necessity. bakugou doesn’t need him. still. the feeling warmed, grows, reaches. love, maybe.
          a sigh, he sinks into arms, welcomed home. teeth graze a shoulder as he sinks lower to press his face into the shadow of a soft neck ; a reminder that he, too, is made of heat and fire like his doesn’t care much who it burns.  he mumbles against his throat, a balm for the wound ; mocking only by the slight of a smirk,   darling — you know i already do.
image

            he digs his smiles out of the soot. his teeth grin blackened,   grim. without this summer solace,   the star   -   blessed kisses,   he’d have kept it buried. lost it somewhere between fire and ash and charred bodies. the sigh that wisps through his lips is a hymn of kaleidoscope of planets,   multiverses,   and in ever single one,   shoto is sure that he murmurs into the plushness of his pillows,   the boyhood curve of his palms,   that he loves katsuki.   “   you’re insufferable.   “

               katsuki has a pronounced dip at the base of his skull,   where it interlopes with his vertebrae. shoto presses the tips of his fingers there,   lulling a circle lullaby. they steep in lilac champagne,   sweet,   drowsy,   intoxicated.   “   are you going to stay the night?   “

You are using an unsupported browser and things might not work as intended. Please make sure you're using the latest version of Chrome, Firefox, Safari, or Edge.