#simplyshocking

Send ‘Give me a kiss!’ and i’ll draw our muses kissing/ write a drabble of it.

     Oogie could physically see Shock shaking from the [ cold ]. He couldn't blame her--this dungeon was cold, dark, wet, and most of all, it stank. He had lost  k n o w l e d g e  of how long they had been trapped down there--he had lost count after a few weeks.

         He couldn't take it anymore. Gathering enough courage, he stood up and walked over to the girl, sitting beside her and wrapping his arms around her.

                 "What the hell do you think you're doing?" Shock exclaimed, pushing away.

"Warming you up," replied Oogie gently, tightening his grip around her shoulders. She grumbled in protest, but did nothing further to escape his grasp. Maybe it was the cold, or maybe it was [exhaustion], hell, it could have even been resignation to the situation, but she accepted his offer and even rested her head on his shoulder.

                    He didn't understand what to do next. What could be said to add a light to this situation? And how could you even add light to [ two creatures ] who happily lived in the dark?

       Oogie wasn't sure how much *time* they had left to live (sure they were fed, but that can only last you for so  l o n g ), so he closed his eyes and said simply,

                                                       { "I love you." }

      It's sound was somewhere between a  w h i s p e r  and a whimper. He wasn't even entirely sure that he had said it aloud at all until Shock reacted with a simple, "What?"

      He sighed deeply and rested his forehead against the side of hers, giving a light kiss to her temple. Oogie expected to get slapped, but he didn't care. He was too far gone to care what happened to him----

                                                                                                   he only lived for her.

send me a 夢 and i’ll put my music on shuffle and write a drabble of our characters based on the music it was landed on

part heart — kate nash

                            when we first fell, you used to lie in my bed.

                it was hard out there & so when cosette found someone                 she felt she could trust she g r a v i t a t e d towards them.                 it’s just how she was. it’s how she’d learned to be. either                 way, she trusted shock more than she thought capable.                 she’d willingly set her life in the woman’s hands more                 than once & trusted her to remind her she was human at                 the end of the day. she became her solace. the one thing                 that made her job easier. she could go through an entire                 day of murder, yet still be completely comforted by the way                 her body curled around shock’s once she was home.                 however, if there was one thing this life had taught her, it                 was that nothing lasts forever.

                 but now, where my brain’s supposed to be, there’s just                                                 some clouds instead.

                it was inevitable that they’d be separated — cosette just                 didn’t know it would hurt so damn bad. it wasn’t like it was                 a big deal, in itself. shock had a job somewhere far off in                 some country cosette hadn’t even bothered to learn the                 name of &, with a set of low-key jobs in the area already                 planned, cosette couldn’t go with her. this would be a big                 one, apparently. one of those hits that were so big it would                 take months, possible years, to complete. she was proud                 of shock. those always paid the best. that didn’t mean she                 didn’t miss her. that didn’t mean it didn’t kill her inside. she                 wanted to picture the good side of it. she wanted to think                 that maybe shock was having fun & this was going to pay                 off & soon she’d be back in her arms with a big wad of cash,                 half of which they’d blow on that mansion she’d promised.                 still, all she could think of is was that shock was away from                 her. killing was never easy alone, & that’s what she was. at                 least, she liked to imagine shock was alone. it was better                 than picturing her with anyone else. her own kills were acted                 out numbly. she did what she had to — no more, no less, &                 all with the thought of spoiling shock if, there was always                 that if, when she came back.

              & part of me’s living, & part of me’s dead. & it doesn’t matter.                                                     i still feel the same.

                there was no l i g h t in her life without shock, for she’d been                 that light. her life was plunged in darkness just like it was                 before she’d met her, except now it was worse because the                 taste of sunlight was still fresh. she was empty. numb. it                 didn’t matter what she did, who she killed, anything. it didn’t                 change. she was empty & she would continue to be until                 shock came back to make her whole again.

[ d e a d ] [ and suddenly he and carter are left alone ]

melon - my first impression of you

hm i remember the first thing i thought was ‘i dont understand the url??’ i still dont tbh idk if its a reference or something ide k ignore me

peach - what i like most about your blog

the amount of effort you put into it

vanilla - what i like most about you

you’re really nice. it’s always great to talk to you because you’re just so nice

lilac - why / how i started following you

you followed me first and i liked your muse so i followed back pretty much

orange - my opinion of you now and our status

you’re a wonderful writer, person and friend

coconut - a blog that reminds me of yours

idk????

plum - a song that reminds me of you / your blog

i have no idea

sweet pea - would i go out with you

not really??

strawberry - i secretly think…

you’re really pretty okay i havent said this to you so that counts as secretly yep

mango - anything you want me to answer about you

                               I should be sleeping.

             That's the first thing that comes to              Dylan's mind when he looks over              at the clock that read's 3:47 a.m.              The second, of course is Shelia.

[ text; shelia <3 — ] hey [ text; shelia <3 — ] you still up? [ text; shelia <3 — ] i miss you [ text; shelia <3 — ] also if you ARE still up and you want to come over my window is open [ text; shelia <3 — ] if you're not up or don't want to it's cool though [ text; shelia <3 — ] i love you

            He groans audibly, eyes rolling as he,             for the moment, moves the book out             from eyeline to address his dearest             sister.

this is gonna break your heart?? ? oops, sorry, not really