we both know two wrongs don't make a right.

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it was said to you the good die young

may god forgive you, you're not yet done

low activity - iconless - faceclaimless multimuse roleplay blog

deeply invested in: the cyclical nature of life, trains bound for nowhere, what it means to forgive, the self as the greatest enemy, houses haunted by themselves as much as they are haunted by their inhabitants, and knowing that when you try, sometimes, you get what you need

And you will always be haunted, even as you try and drown your woes in another person.

She remembers, once upon a time, having a companion. Sunny does not know what else she would call him. He had been beyond special to her. Perhaps, too, Ankha could be special to her.

It would always end the same way, in tragedy, but for now, for now. Something could be between them both.

It's what she wants to say. To beg to be saved, over and over, and over again, until he finds a way to save them both.

like this for an u.sfw themed starter.

@sleuthscreams // meme tag

Lakeview, Pennsylvania is as steeped in secrets as any small town is. The hospital just happened to be one of those places where secrets lived. Elsie Frankenstein had plenty of secrets herself, even before she moved here. In this way, there was a certain kinship she felt to the town, and a certain need to keep those things that were unsaid, just that: Unsaid.

She brushes her hair back, dark, streaked with white, and tucks it behind her ears.

@sleuthscreams // meme tag

"my darling, what other way is there to take it?" Soft, pink-tinted lips purse, then turn upwards into a smile. The smile of a woman who knows she has the upper hand. Sighing softly, she twirls a lock of blonde hair in her finger and then makes a show of pouting and fluttering her long lashes.

Her hands rest on the other's thighs. She's between their legs, looking up at them. A soft smile plays on Angel's soft, pink-tinted lips.

You press closer to him, your body electric as you itch for more and more and more. You can feel warmth pooling all throughout your being and god, you want more. You'd do anything for more. You want him to want you.