Golden Guitar God

MACBETH.

the howl of wolves.  moonless nights. dirt under fingernails.   stained silk.   chattering teeth.   voices hoarse and cracked.   rotting fruit.   echoing drums.   dry heaving.   hanging cobwebs.   stifling humidity. bloodshot eyes.  the roughness of rusted steel.  wild rosebushes.  muscle cramps. the sound of splintering wood.

A MIDNIGHT SUMMER’S DREAM.

crackling fires.  ivy crawling on stone.   the faint music of running water.   petrichor. dirty, bare feet.   tattered clothing.   thistledown.   wilted wildflower crowns.  late evening birdsong.   curling leaves.   a symphony of croaking frogs.   drifting feathers.  the eerie sound of windchimes at night.  humming bees.   beds of clover.

ROMEO & JULIET.

warm golden lamplight. worn shoes.  crumbling brick walls. whispered poetry.  embroidered satin.   cool, hazy mornings.   tousled hair.  rosewater. flushed cheeks. distant orchestras.   unfinished marble statues.   cobblestone streets.  loose threads.  ink smudged on parchment. tapping fingers.   dust illuminated by sunlight. poison vials.

HAMLET.

shattered glass. a cluster of fraying ribbons.   unanswered knocks on doors.   lingering dampness.  white noise.  inexplicable drafts.   migraines.   bleeding ears.   the taste of metal.  reflected mirrors.   dry, cracked lips. the sound of tearing paper.  fogged windows. memories of dreams.   tarnished silver. protruding veins.

TAGGED BY: @freebxllin​ TAGGING.  anyone

BOLD what applies to your muse.

BODY.

Long legs. Short legs. Average legs. Slender thighs. Toned thighs. Thick thighs. Muscular thighs. Skinny arms. Toned arms. Soft arms. Muscular arms. Toned stomach. Flat stomach. Flabby Stomach. Soft stomach. Six-pack. Beer belly. Lean frame. Beefy/muscular frame. Voluptuous frame. Petite frame. Lanky frame. Short nails. Long nails. Manicured nails. Dirty nails. Flat ass. Toned ass. Bubble butt. Thick ass. Thighbrows. Small waist. Thick waist. Narrow hips. Average hips. Wide hips. Big feet. Average feet. Small feet. Soft feet. Slender feet. Calloused hands. Soft hands. Big hands. Average hands. Small hands. Long fingers. Short fingers. Average fingers. Broad shoulder. Narrow shoulder. Underweight. Average weight. Overweight.

HEIGHT ( click here to convert to feet ).

Shorter than 140 cm. 141 cm-150 cm. 151 cm to 160 cm. 161 cm to 170 cm. 171 cm to 180cm. 181 cm to 190 cm. 191 cm to 2m. Taller than 2 m.

SKIN.

Pale. Rosy. Peachy. Olive. Dark. Tanned. Blotchy. Hairy. Smooth. Acne. Dry. Greasy. Soft.

EYES.

Small. Large. Average. Grey. Brown. Blue. Green. Gold. Hazel. Doe-eyed. Almond. Close-set. Wide-set. Squinty. Monolid. Epicanthic fold. Heavy eyelids. Upturned. Downturned.

HAIR.

Thin. Thick. Fine. Normal. Greasy. Dry. Soft. Shiny. Curly. Frizzy. Wild. Unruly. Straight. Spiky. Smooth. Wavy. Floppy. Cropped. Pixie-cut. Shoulder length. Back length. Waist length. Rapunzel length. Buzz cut. Bald. Jaw length. Mohawk. Grey. White. Platinum blonde. Golden blonde. Honey blonde. Dirty blonde. Blonde. Ombre. Light brown. Mouse brown. Chestnut brown. Chocolate brown. Dark brown. Jet black. Ginger. Auburn. Dyed . Thin eyebrows. Average eyebrows. Thick eyebrows.

COSMETICS.

Eyeliner. Light eyeliner. Heavy eyeliner. Cat eyes. Mascara. Fake eyelashes. Matte lipstick. Regular lipstick. Lipgloss. Red lips. Pink lips. Dark lips. Bronzer. Highlighter. Eyeshadow. Neutral eyeshadow. Smoky eyes. Colorful eyeshadow. Blush. Lipliner. Light contouring. Heavy contouring. Powder. Matte foundation. Shiny foundation. Concealer. Wears make up regularly. Wears it from time to time. Only wears stage makeup. Uses only light makeup. Never wears make-up.    

SCENT.

Floral. Fruity. Perfumes. Aftershave. Cocoa. Moisturizer. Shampoo. Cigarettes. Leather. Sweat. Earthy. Food. Incense. Marijuana. Alcohol. Cologne. Whiskey. Wine. Fried food. Blood. Sickness.

CLOTHES.

Jeans. Tight pants. Overknee socks. Tights. Leggings. Yoga pants. Pencil skirt. Tight skirt. Loose skirt. Tight/formfitting dress. Cardigans. Blouse. Button up shirt. Band-T-shirt.Sports t-shirt. Sweatpants. Tank top. Fur. Faux fur. Leather. Designer. High street. Online stores. Thrift. Lingerie. Long skirt. Miniskirt. Maxidress. Sun dress.Traditional kimono. Tie. Tuxedo. Cocktail dress. High Slit dress/skirt. T-shirt. Loose clothing. Oversized. Tight clothing. Jean shorts. Sweater. Sweater vest. Khaki pants. Suit. Hoodie. Harlem pants. Basketball shorts.Boxers. Briefs. Thong. Hotpants. Hipster panties. Bra. Sports bra. Crop top. Corset. Ballerina skirt. Leotard. Polka dot. Stripes. Glitter. Silk. Lace. Velvet. Linens. Chemise. Patterns. Florals. Neon colors. Pastels. Black. Dark colors. Dull colours.

SHOES.

meraki: to do something with soul, creativity, or love; to put something of yourself into your work.

mamihlapinatapei: the wordless, yet meaningful look shared by two people who both desire to initiate something but are both reluctant to start.

      Toki expected Skwisgaar to wander off and leave things for them to mend later. It would have been awkward, but surely they would have found a way around it. Somehow, everyone in Dethklok seemed to work like that. Skwisgaar’s approach was unanticipated, but not unwelcome; Toki even scooted over for him, and leaned into his touch with wide, concerned eyes.

      Something had to be on Skwisgaar's mind if he was willing to give Toki a hug after a fight, surely?

      Worst case scenario, Toki had done something wrong and was just now about to discover it. A slightly better scenario, albeit not a good one, was that Toki had been at the wrong place at the wrong time, and Skwisgaar was taking his frustrations out on him. Best case scenario? Toki had been little more than a pain in the ass. None were particularly appealing, but Toki's mind went wild as he returned the embrace.

      "...I shoulds'a knows better dens to bugs you when you ams practicin's." He petted Skwisgaar's back and rubbed, the other hand gently gripping his shirt as he got settled. "Dats was not fairs neithers. Shoulds'a apolo-sacks before I leaves, too." Except it would have been a sarcastic apology, and lord only knew how worse that would have made things. "I, uhh...I tries not to does any of dat no mores. And I acceptks you's apolos-kees, too."

Holding Toki close, Skiwsgaar buried his face in long brown locks, closing his eyes and resolutely ignoring his wounded pride. It meant less and less to him as he sat there, the importance of it fading away. What was important was his boyfriend who he cared about- for as childish as Toki could be. And he didn’t seem all that childish anymore, apologizing in return for bothering him.

It felt strange to wade into emotional maturity. While it was definitely slow going, the effort wasn’t entirely awful. Instead of sulking in his room, angry and alone, he’s nestled on a small bed feeling neither of those things. 

For a time he couldn’t think of anything to say- and even with their apologies and embrace he still worried about somehow making things worse. So he pulled Toki against his chest and snuggled him close, the twitch in his hands finally stilling, even if the itch to practice rarely ever left, just got quieter.

      ...Huh.          That was unexpected.

      What was Toki supposed to do now? Be an adult? He did not think he could. He could try his best, but generally he failed. It would be a miracle if this instance was any different. He fiddled quietly with Deddy Bear's arm and looked away from Skwisgaar's face, looking less ticked off and more uncertain with each passing second.

      "...I amst sorrys dats I annoys you." There. He said it. It was short, not the most emotional thing Toki had ever said in his life, but at least he meant it. He was sorry for annoying Skwisgaar; oddly enough, that had not been his intention. He didn't even know what his intention was anymore. Getting attention from the guy? Probably.

      Whatever. He apologized - they both did - and all Toki could do was sit and wait for Skwisgaar to leave. The guy had been practicing, like hell Toki was going to ask him to stick around if he did not want to. Besides, no one wanted to hang out with someone irritating, no matter how much they loved them.

Stunned into stillness by Toki’s apology, Skiwsgaar blinked owlishly for a few seconds, trying to gather a cohesive thought. His first instinct was to just go back to his room, leave Toki alone before he could cause any more damage. But it didn’t seem like the right thing to do. And if he was going to be a good boyfriend, he needed to do the right thing.

So he stepped inside and shut the door behind him, moving with an awkward self awareness that almost appeared painful, he sat on the bed next to the younger man and wrapped his arms around him, trying to pull him close without being forceful.

      Toki ought to have been proud of himself; Skwisgaar ought to have been relieved. If Toki had started a shouting match, everything would have gone downhill from there. Still, his exit had not been perfect, and his attitude remained foolish as ever. He sighed as he flopped down on the bed, situating Deddy Bear in his lap that he might begin relaxing. For a moment he was tempted to reach for his own guitar, but he was cut short during his reach by Skwisgaar's startling entrance.

      All but jumping in his seat (alarmed? oh yes) Toki huffed in surprise and glared when he calmed back down...if one could call it that. Was Skwisgaar there to yell at him? Make fun of him? To his credit, he had not done the latter for a while. And while his snap and threat had been rude, it did not come with the same derogatory cruelty Skwisgaar usually dished out.

      Thus Toki's eyes softened. A little bit.

      "Ja?" he asked warily. At last, Toki was beginning to feel guilty as well, and with that guilt came self-consciousness. "You needs somethin's?"

Standing silently in the doorway, Skiwsgaar wrestled with his pride- a harder fight than even that time before he was famous when he’d gotten his ass handed to him in a bar fight. But the longer he stood their, the stupider he looked, and within that cold arrogance was screaming for him to turn around.

But instead he look a deep breath, and short, clipped words, apologized.

“I amst sorry that I was mean.” It was difficult to resist saying something like I’m sorry you were annoying me, or I’m sorry you’re offended, but he didn’t, just set his jaw and tried to keep a scrap of dignity. 

      Toki scoffed and backed away, forgetting all about what he wanted on account of his own growing temper. "Distrac's you? As if you can'ts picks rights back up," he sneered.

      It was tempting to stick around and start an argument. He wanted to be childish, to throw a tantrum, and he would when he was alone. But it would be too easy, and he was in no mood to make Skwisgaar angry. The thought had come to scare Toki rather than entice him. "Forgets it, since you ams so busy. No bigs deal."

      He did the best thing he could think of; something childish, but it got his point across just fine. He turned tail and let his jab hang between them, stalking off towards his room. Like hell he would apologize. All he did was tap on the guy's shoulder.

Grinding his teeth together, Skiwsgaar’s fingers kept moving even as Toki snapped back and stalked from the room. He hadn’t been in a good mood to start with- for a variety of reasons. As much as he loved the younger man, his childishness only served to infuriate him further, fingers moving faster as she stayed seated with his eyes on the door.

He knew he should apologize, it had been mean, and mostly unwarranted even if Toki had been annoying him. But his pride did not bend so easy.