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@chooseslife

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he takes a long drag from his cigarette, raising an eyebrow at the boy. he can’t even find it in himself to laugh, only feeling a scrap of pity for the kid before him.
he exhales, watching the smoke billow into the air and fade before he turns clear blue eyes back to the other, mouth splitting into a crooked grin - a grin that could rival that of the cheshire cat.
“Ah dinnae think ah’dwant a picture o’ ye, lookin’ lik’ th’ traivelindeid ‘n’ all.” This is said with a chuckle, Renton knowing the same could be said about himself. Skeletal fingers raise to put the cigarette back between chapped lips as he eyes the other. “Whit’s a guy lik’ ye daein’ oot ‘ere?”
IS THIS ACTUAL CONCERN? no, you mustn’t think like that! who would care more than to simply stare? you’re an attraction, nothing more; a way for him to pass the time. and even as it takes a moment to understand the words through his accent, you shrug, the defensive stance already melting away.
–”got nowhere else to be. figured there must be an awning or some shit ‘round here to stash myself under for the night.”
perhaps you sound pitiful, but you don’t mean to be- it’s your way of life, nothing more, you’ve accepted it. doesn’t mean you don’t want it to end, though- preferably at the barrel end of a shotgun in the middle of a sunny afternoon.
“naearoond 'ere thare isnae,” he replies, quirking an eyebrow up. “a've git a place aroond 'ere though if yi''ll need somewhere tae crash. na catches.”
it was out of character for renton to even attempt to offer someone he barely knew a place to stay for the night. renton was very closed off and secluded, only spending his time selectively with his friends.
“juist say th' word 'n' ah will tak' ye thare.”
Find someone as sleepy as you.
Coexhaust.
* soft smut sentence starters .
❛ That teabag was actually better the second time around. ❜
❛ The landscapers are coming over today to trim the bush. ❜
❛ We’ve got to make it quick, shouldn’t be a problem for you. ❜
❛ We don’t have to go all the way, just midway. ❜
❛ I wasn’t expecting you to go there. ❜
❛ Sex Rules, I pity the fools who realize to late. ❜
❛ There’s nothing wrong with a bit of tease before. ❜
❛ Maybe I’d rather take my time. ❜
❛ Slow and steady, there. ❜
❛ What’s your rush? ❜
❛ What’s the big hurry? We’ve got plenty of time to play. ❜
❛ You always manage to make it seem better every time. ❜
❛ What did you have in mind now? ❜
❛ I just wanted a taste. ❜
❛ There’s a place I’ll let you go that you haven’t been yet. ❜
❛ Maybe you could stay a little afterwards? I don’t like being alone. ❜
❛ Let’s see what you’re working with. ❜
❛ That’s a nice color on you, bet it’d look better off of you though. ❜
❛ What? You mean to tell me you didn’t come here to just cuddle? ❜
❛ I’ve got something in mind you might like. ❜
❛ I could show you instead. ❜
❛ Come here, give me a kiss. ❜
❛ I just wanted some time alone with you.. to do this.. ❜
❛ I’m going to run a shower, you can watch but you can’t join. ❜
❛ Is there anything you can’t do with that tongue? ❜
❛ A hug could easily turn into something more if you allow it. ❜
❛ I love that thing you do when we kiss. ❜
❛ You know exactly what to do and know exactly what I want. ❜
❛ I’ve always had a thing for you and I see why now. ❜
❛ You really do know how to keep it interesting. ❜
❛ Maybe we just take our sweet little time, make it last. ❜
❛ I don’t want to go fast. I want to go slow. ❜
❛ I’m ready, if you are. ❜
❛ Just gently going to do this.. ❜
❛ Shhh … Kiss me .. ❜
❛ You’re trembling … are you sure you’re okay? ❜
❛ Even at your slowest, I’m still at my weakest. ❜
❛ Could you, could we, maybe go a little slower? ❜
❛ I want to show you something. ❜
❛ Are you going to just keep staring or are you going to come touch? ❜
❛ I have a great idea for us, something you’ll enjoy. ❜
❛ You can still look while you touch. ❜
☕(something bad happens while/after shooting up????)
My muse is feeling touch-starved.
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
It was a bad batch, according to an angry Mother Superior. Renton should have guessed as such, since the stuff came from a new dealer that had moved to town not too long ago.
Sick Boy had offered to take Begbie and let the man at the dealer, but Renton had immediately shot the idea down. He knows that making enemies in this life was very easy, and Mark wasn’t interested in doing so while he was in the hospital.
The only person besides his parents that was comforting was Spud. Spud managed to visit Renton in the hospital every other day, telling Renton of the goings on in town. He was currently talking Renton’s head off, a hand placed on one skinny arm in an almost comforting gesture. Renton never said anything during the entire visit, but he appreciated the company and the touches anyway.

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🚺 - How did your muse react to losing their mother? How did they cope?
Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme
He didn’t have a lot of time to process the news when he was first told by his father. After the events of T2, after Begbie was back in jail and Mark was moved in with Simon, he allowed himself to finally grieve.
It took everything in him not to take a hit of Heroin, not to lose himself in the high so he could avoid the pain and the loss. Spud, surprisingly, was the one to help him the most. Spud got Mark out of bed and running, exercising, eating - not allowing himself to give up and go back to drugs.
That’s how he managed to cope.
Thought-Provoking Headcanon Meme
Send a symbol and I’ll answer the question about my muse. (Or answer in character. Whatever works for you!)
⛔️ - How does your muse react to others breaking the law? If they would do it themselves, what is their reasoning? 🚑 - If your muse was the only person around and someone was injured, would they help? Would they have the experience needed? 💸 - What does your muse think of wealthy people? Do they resent them, or do they believe they earned what they have? 🆘 - What does your muse think of poor people? Do they think they’re a waste of space, or do they want to help them? 📩 - Does your muse prefer to physically write letters or send them online? What is their reasoning? 📢 - Does your muse have a loud personality or a quiet one? Do they enjoy being the center of attention, or would they rather watch and listen? 📊 - How does your muse feel about the state of the world? Could it be better? Could it be worse? 👨 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their father? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👩 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their mother? Is it good, bad, or complicated? 👧 - What is your muse’s relationship like with their siblings? Who do they get along with best? 👶 - If they have any, what is your muse’s relationship like with their children? Do they feel like they’re a good parent? 👻 - Does your muse believe in an afterlife? What do they think it’s like? ⏰ - Does your muse feel like they need to do things quickly or do they take their time? ⌛️ - How often does your muse think about death? Do they think about it at all? 🔗 - What are your muse’s standards for meaningful relationships? How quickly do they form relationships like these? 🚹 - How would your muse react to losing their father? How would they cope? 🚺 - How would your muse react to losing their mother? How would they cope? 🚼 - How would your muse react to losing a child? How would they cope? 💧 - How would your muse react to losing a best friend? How would they cope? 💔 - How would your muse react to losing a romantic partner? How would they cope? 🐜 - How does your muse feel about animal lives? Do they treat them the same way they’d treat a person, or do they feel they’re inferior? 🌎 - Does your muse want to change the world? How would they go about it? 🎭 - How does your muse handle their emotions? Do they bottle them up or pour them out as soon as they start to feel? 💋 - How does your muse feel about people who cheat? Do they see a reason for it, or is it completely immoral? 🌠 - Would your muse make a wish on a star? If so, what would they wish for? 🎁 - Does your muse celebrate their birthday? If yes, how do they celebrate? If no, why not? 🍟 - How does your muse feel about their body? Would they change it if they could? 💅 - How does your muse feel about gender roles? Do they conform to them, or do they play by their own rules? 🌺 - Does your muse have a favorite flower? Why do they like it?
My muse is feeling touch-starved.
Send one of the following touches for my muse’s reaction. Bonus points for a description/context of some kind to make it easier for your partner to respond!
❤ - gentle or loving touch (romantic or platonic!), such as face caressing, holding your muse, rubbing their back, petting their hair, hugging them tightly, etc
ღ - kisses of any kind (romantic or platonic) such as cheek kisses, hair kisses, mouth kisses, kiss to the hand/fingertips or eyelids, etc. feel free to specify a body part!
☕ - reassuring touch, such as holding their hand, gripping their shoulder, guiding them by the arm or by a hand on the small of their back, etc
❥ - rough, violent, or dominant touch, such as gripping the back of their neck, holding them down, shoving them into a wall, digging their nails into them, grabbing their jaw, etc
❣ - add this to any of the above to make it sexual.
¿ - write your own touches!
The "You said I couldn't so I went ahead and did it" Squad
I crave touch, yet I flinch every time someone is close enough.
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You killed him. You, Sick Boy, Spud — You all killed Tommy. He was clean, good, healthy. It was because of you he turned to heroin. It's because you he got HIV. It's because of you he /died/.
Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence you heartless monsters.
A shrug of his shoulders as he knocks back his shot, avoiding your gaze completely.
“Tis na one’s fault bit his. Didnae dae shite richt, didnae uise wash needles. Shoulda’ come tae yin o’ us ‘n’ asked fur hulp instead o’ gaun aff oan his ain merry wey.”
He doesn’t admit that he agrees with you. He doesn’t admit that his heart skips a beat as he remembers the deal, how he allowed money to cloud his own judgment.
He doesn’t admit that he knows he’s sole to blame.
Try to break my muse’s heart in a single sentence.
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continued // @chooseslife
" ah’m a cunt? “
he somehow managed to get lanky limbs on top of mark, bony knees digging into his chest and hands grasping around the scot’s wrists. ” have ye takin’ a fookin’ look at yerself, mate. “
a wide smile was pulled across sharp features, content for a brief moment as he stood victorious over the lad. it was short lived — in an instant he was flung to the side, a sound similar to ”oof“ or ”fak“ escaping his lips as the tables turned.
” fookin’. cunt. “
grin adorns pallid features as renton kicks out, tripping the other and giving him the chance to tackle spud.
“aye a've fuckin' seen masell. hae ye seen yersel' though? a sight if ah say sae masell.” he hears sick boy snort and this fills him with a sense of pride. in honor of this, renton pulls spud off the ground by the neck of his shirt and huffs.
though, before he can say anything more, spud’s tackled him over again, knocking the wind from his frail body. renton wheezes harshly, though still finds it in himself to laugh the best he can.
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WHY WON’T THEY ALL STOP STARING? you can’t blame them, really, you don’t entirely look real. a trenchcoated ghoul slinking under streetlamps on a growling motorbike, smoke curling from the exhaust and your nostrils both. it’s a sight to see! as if the grim reaper himself has come to town! fitting, since you can deliver death but never feel the sweetness of it for yourself.
–”take a picture, she’ll last longer.”
you finally snarl, raising an eyebrow as you slide the bike in park. you’re sleeping here tonight, whether this opposing freak show leaves or not!
he takes a long drag from his cigarette, raising an eyebrow at the boy. he can’t even find it in himself to laugh, only feeling a scrap of pity for the kid before him.
he exhales, watching the smoke billow into the air and fade before he turns clear blue eyes back to the other, mouth splitting into a crooked grin - a grin that could rival that of the cheshire cat.
“Ah dinnae think ah'd want a picture o' ye, lookin’ lik' th' traivelin deid 'n' all.” This is said with a chuckle, Renton knowing the same could be said about himself. Skeletal fingers raise to put the cigarette back between chapped lips as he eyes the other. “Whit's a guy lik' ye daein' oot 'ere?”

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✥ Play fighting!
“Fuckin’ cunt, git aff!”
There isn’t any heat behind his words. On the contrary, as he laughs and shoves the skinny boy off of him. He can hear Spud snickering and laughing as well, Renton brushing off his shirt with a grin and a shake of his head.
“Ye git a freebie, Spudster. Doesn’t mean ye git yin th– AH!.”
He was bulltackled to the ground by a cackling Spud, crashing to the floor of Mother Superior’s hideaway as Sick Boy and Swanney placed bets and laughed at their idiocy.
“✘” ( dio )♥️
Send “✘” for your muse to run their fingers along mine’s scars!
The feeling startles him, head jerking up from where it was rested on his hand to turn and face Dio. His attention is drawn from her face to what she was looking at. On instinct, he flinches his arm back and frowns, sharp intake of breath showing his discomfort.
Dio had been tracing the map of pinpricks lining his arm - track marks from his addiction - and pressing her fingers against them as if they were piano keys. Renton, though not ashamed of his drug use, was ashamed of the marks left behind. He rationalized to himself sometimes that they hid the deeper scars from view, but that didn’t make them any more attractive to look at.
“Ah’d rather ye nae dae that,” he mutters, tucking his arm under the blanket covering his form as he turns away once more. Part of him feels bad for his reaction, but the rest thinks that it was better this way.