mothermonster.

okay im actually out of here, i already had the blog made for a few days bc ahmya's getting her ability rework and like i'll need a clean slate. i already shifted over most of the metas i care about, and will be rewriting those. shifted over my sideblogs. i need to go through some of my blogs to archive some stuff i want, but

anw find me here or just the same url ! i'll follow people slowly but surely but i encourage you to follow anw if u want to write and interact. plus note that i've got some stuff to figure out in real life first before i get super active, but i have some time in my routine per day to write.

unknown　… 　from @diaboelic 　　 ❛ clean yourself up. you're getting blood all over the place. ❜ ( tōji to ... midnight*** ) 　 　 　 　　 　currently　… 　not accepting　!!

fingers press into the fabric, now stained red with her own blood. the silence hangs heavy around them, a tangible reminder of the tension that remains after a botched altercation. she strains to hear any sound, but silence remains steadfast, leaving her to grapple with the discomfort of her own thoughts. annoyance, weakness is nothing more than an annoyance.

he offers nothing but a towel, a small gesture of assistance that she accepts gingerly, the new fabric cool against her skin.

" i'm really not bleeding that much, " she states plainly, her dark eyes fixated on the flesh wound. despite her nonchalant tone, a hint of concern lingers in her gaze. she wonders if the bullet lodged inside will eventually work its way out, " blood bother you? you didn't seem like the type. "

continued from [ here ] @killedarlings

francis feels a sharp pang right in his chest, a physical manifestation of the emotions swirling within him. The heat in his chest intensifies, matched by the rapid pounding against the inside of his rib cage. although surprise doesn't register on his face, it consumes every corner of his mind.

when oscar calls his name in his endearingly cute tone, francis's facade wavers, his tweed suit suddenly feeling a bit constricting. every muscle in his body tenses, and tightens, thoughts wondering to many nights spent with his head between his knees. damn it. his hand instinctively moves to his hair, brushing back imaginary blonde strands from his face—a nervous twitch betraying his composed exterior.

" of course you did, " francis responds with a hint of disappointment, his words tinged with a mix of admiration and uncertainty. he wonders if louisa's unwavering conviction is a sign of delusion or genuine confidence—a question that lingers in his mind, ego leaning towards the latter but logic suspecting the former.

a shadow passes over his blue eyes as oscar closes the distance between them, his presence offering little comfort but instead deepening the sense of unease and turmoil within francis.

" i know exactly where it is, " francis says in a low tone, the sound of louisa's footsteps fading as she leaves them to their privacy. despite the air of despair that cloaks francis and hangs heavily across his shoulders, he refrains from moving his hand, half-expecting this moment to be a dream or a glimpse of heaven.

--- ---- -- ------ -- -----. why couldn't he have both? it's there he moves his hand, pulling back with the depths of his heartbreak evident despite the stoic way he stands, " and so do you. i would have died with it in my pocket. "

the rest needs not said, and he pauses for a handful of seconds to take a few steps back towards the window. " or maybe there's a reason you bring that up as the first thing to say to your once dead lover. "

maybe i'll just go super low activity bc i do still wanna write and i will, but just in bursts every few days. i'll be available via discord because i use it for everything, so you are welcome to message me there anytime you see me online. please don't hesitate to reach out with plots, ask me to send memes, write me a starter, ANYTHING AT ALL, but i don't have time to scroll and stare at dash anymore and i don't really want to.

i have a plan to dedicate some time here to write each day but not for a little bit. my activity on dash will be extremely low and sporadic and writing focused. i am however on discord 24/7. i love talking to you guys, i just wanna do some life organizing and i can't do that hovering on dash for fear of missing out.

spacebunds

i'll post meme/inbox calls and plotting calls when i am online for the sake of reaching out and interacting.