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Watching creeps dub until I die [not click bait]
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I did a narrated speedpaint bc someone on Instagram REALLY wanted me to, so now I‘m posting it everywhere else, before it gets to insta!XD
the sound of the heart monitor is almost deafening in the silence. she’s paler than usual, complex network of veins and arteries blossoming blue and purple under her skin. she’s still wearing the braid from three days ago, now limp and in tatters from fitful sleep. marya’s lips part first, then her eyes, watery and strained. it appears as though she’s about to speak, but launches upwards as she’s wracked by a bout of violent coughing. settling back into the bed takes much longer. eventually, she tilts her head towards him, a wary smile peeking through. ❛ sorry. ❜ she says, as if any of this is her fault.
he's been here before. not with her, not with marya, but grace knows a thing or two about waiting at someone's bedside, being the first bleary sight they see when they wake up. he hopes his smile doesn't carry that eerie tinge of concern, hopes he's a friendly face amidst the pain, but knows she's a smart girl. he's fooling nobody. he's been around for as much time as he can spare, put off lengthy discussions in favour of her bedside, brought his papers to pore over and used her side table as a makeshift desk. her waking is a relief, even though it shouldn't be, even though it ought to be expected. grace doesn't speak, gives her all the time she needs to adjust while he scoots closer — even more so when she splutters from wracked airways, quick to grab water, have it at the ready.
❛ hey. ❜ his voice is firm but soft, his head mirroring the tilt of hers in a forever playful dance, even now, bittersweet as iron on his tongue. ❛ what are we apologising for, scaring the bejesus out of me ? okay, yeah. sure. ❜ he cautiously offers the water, rests a hand with care over her far smaller one, coaxes it around the glass but keeps his fingertips light over hers and under its weight for support. ❛ you should drink. it'll help. ❜ a nod in the direction of her mouth in encouragement, his grip tender but insistent. ❛ you've got nothing to be sorry for, masha. ❜ the levity returns after a beat of sincerity, his eyes full with a gleam that speaks of innate fondness. ❛ before you know it, the roles will be reversed and you'll be dealing with a sicky grace. and i do not do well with man flu. ❜ it is of course a vast understatement compared to the state she's in, but hopefully enough of a segue to ease her guilt. ❛ how do you feel ? you look better. ❜
i don't even feel guilty for lying.
JESSE (designation: @narrated) "how do i know this is really you?"
He thinks it funny that she should ask. Internally, he'd been asking himself the same thing. After all this time, Jesse was right there, truly. He could see her, he had looked for her, given himself up to another cage for her, and she had found him.
It took years and a crumbling House for this to happen... And, somehow, he couldn't be happier, despite the bitterness of it all.
"The same way you've always known, sister."
Silence stands between them like the glass wall dividing them. He keeps it alive for a bit. To try and get to her? Maybe... But also, just so she understands it, too. This situation, him, her, the Hiss... She has to understand it all.
"With trust." Between the infection and their soothing lullaby, the edges of Dylan's mouth manage to form a smile. Despite all the contradicting, heavy feelings, happiness wins, this time. It's clear, even as his body remains tense, Dylan is incredibly ecstatic, if a little faded.
"You have to trust your brother. You want to trust me. Do you not trust any more? Were you changed? Are you not Jesse, after all?"
“average tumblr multi has three sad evil old men on their muse list” factoid statistically incorrect. tumblr user unhirsch, who writes 5000 sad evil old men, is an outlier and should not have been counted
& THERE IS NOTHING YOU CAN DO TO STOP ME
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🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year
time to yap about the rpc ♡ 🦄
i think just . . . coming back here tbh cuz i only been back about 4 months. which feels insane to say because so much has happened in such a short time that i'm happy for:
i came back here via @travmsoldat back in june / july, as part of one of my many attempts to try and see if rp was still for me. idk why it stuck this time, it didn't in at least 4-5 years, but i'm so glad i have rp again. i can't imagine ever leaving like that again now with the connections i made and i feel like if i really did leave again i would miss it too much and ppl would actually funnily crazily enough miss me too and i wouldn't wanna leeeeaveeee. i'm so glad i rekindled the most important friendships i had from my days here. i'm so glad i've met some incredible, new people i can see myself knowing for forever and writing beautiful stories with. i'm so glad the rp is so much more chill and accepting now and there's not insane pressure to have the best graphics or icons or theme or formatting style ever. i'm so glad people are so interested in and like adella ?? and i don't know what changed in terms of ppl valuing and Perceiving female ocs more (it can always be better but you gotta admit it's way better than before). but it did. and that makes me so happy that people love this little tadpole i created all on my own ?? bc i don't have a canon i can use to give you an automatic baseline. just my own stuff i show here like my macaroni art hoping people will like it and wanna write stuff with meee hahaha. and as much as i dog on myself with all my low self esteem hating everything i make, i've met some incredible people who affirm so much the beauty that they see in my stories and writing style and just me as a person, which is so hard for me to see on my own and admit and accept. i'm really, really grateful for that.
Tiger & The Viper Podcast Episode 1 is now free to listen online here.
🎲 [Synopis:] A direct follow up to Tiger, Tutor, Delivery Girl—Tiger & The Viper follows Sunny Joon, a woman crafted from birth to be the perfect entertainer, but ultimately set on a path to burn down the institution that created her.
🎲 [Where Can I Follow?:] Updates are posted monthly on Patreon, and then live on YouTube later that week.
Music Credit - jalastram - Drone_025
