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Judge not less ye be judged || Liam and Tyson
Tyson clicked his fingers twice then crooked his first finger at Lily. Obediently she walked forward, slowly to stop her hitchhiker protesting quiet so loudly that close to her ears. Once Lily was stood next to him Tyson carefully scooped Rincewind into his palm. She gave his cheek a grateful lick before laying down on her basket to rest, though she enjoyed her perch on top of the armchair it required balance and concentration to stay up there. She found it easier to relax in her basket rather than up there. Times like these were the only time her basket got used as she was usually up on the armchair or in Tyson’s bed. Rincewind gave Tyson’s hands an apprehensive sniff before deciding he was better than the head of a dog and starting to rub against Tyson’s thumb. He found it easier to let Rincewind move himself to get petted rather than moving his hand as he would to pet his dogs, he was afraid of hurting the rodent.
Tyson glanced down at his watch to see how long until the dogs would need a walk. As a general rule he gave them two a dog with six hours between them. Whilst still getting to bed at a decent hour he could delay their walk for another hour or so. Having an apartment on the ground floor meant that Tyson could simply open the front door to let the dogs relieve themselves on the small garden the building shared rather than needing to take them for three walks a day. He had no problem taking them for walks, he’d actually enjoy to take them for more than two a day, but he knew how unpredictable his work schedule was and he didn’t want the dogs to get restless without their usually amount of exercise. “Y-yeah, they will actually,” he said.
Bobby gave a bark of agreement, he didn’t understand anything that had been said other than ‘walk’ but he didn’t care, he’d gotten the important word. He started licking Liam more enthusiastically, he’d heard the word now he wanted the action. He was an impatient dog. “Um.” It was a difficult question for Tyson to answer. He didn’t really do anything in his time, other than his work. Working for Moriarty was a life long commitment making Tyson’s life a constant stream of map making, paperwork, bringing coffee, and taking part in missions. Most of his free time was dedicated to his pets. “U-usually I m-meditate or do o-origami,” he said. Tyson would also spend time writing stories on his laptop, usually for his nephew, but as those were usually written on train journeys to jobs he didn’t think they counted.
He looked curiously at the mouse in Tyson’s hand, he seemed cute after all. He was studying him to find a way to approach him better because he seemed fragile and he didn’t want to scare him, surely not after the work Tyson did with him. He would be curious to see how he could react to his touch, after all his sense of smell should be developed enough to understand something of a wolf around him. If he has less humanity he would probably more like Bobby trying to eat the mouse, but as a human the idea to eat a muse is really not pleasurable. “I hope the mouse will be not scared from me.” He simply said, looking at Tyson.
When Bobby started to bark and licking enthusiastically, he embrace him more sinking the head near his neck and rubbing it affectionately and playfully. He tried to be as neutral as possible, but he can’t really resist to the dogs when they act in a nice way. He trusts Tyson to know that If he does something wrong or just not good in terms of their training he would say it, and he would respect, obviously, his willing. He was used to be the leader, but he was used also to be in different packs and with Tyson and his dogs his role was different, and he respects this without problems.
He nodded at Tyson. “I meditate too, I’m pretty good at it. Well, I would ask you to show me how you do origami, but it seems that Bobby wants a walk now.” Then he waited just his answer or decision. Talking about those things brought his mind about something, and Tyson could be helpful about it, but it was more to do something together than anything else. “Are you good with… gardens?” He has a garden indeed, and it was pretty spacious, though he finds it really anonymous. Not that he cares too much about those things, but he supposes it would be a nice things to take care of with Tyson soon or later.
// Because If I play with only one person I suppose it’s not right consider me an active roleplayer and, however, I don’t feel to RP as for now. If I roleplay only with one person it’s because his replies inspired me always a reply, besides I had a good amount of threads and plots with him.
I put a hiatus because I still have to choose what to do with the blog and because I may return to be active, and however there may be other exceptions If they ask to, as well I could take other threads If I want to.
Judge not less ye be judged || Liam and Tyson
He couldn’t help the small smile that slipped onto his face when Liam touched his hand. Tyson nodded his understanding once more. He had slit feelings on that, on the one hand that meant he didn’t have to do it until another time and then on the other it meant that he couldn’t get it over with. Still, he trusted Liam enough to give it ago. He was sure that as soon as he saw a camera he’d tense up but that was unavoidable. There was a difference between having cameras on him at all times and having a camera pointed at him, one was passive and ignore able, the other was more directional.
There was a small click as Rincewind freed himself from his ball then a series of panicked squeaks. Tyson turned to look and saw the mouse’s issue. He’d clearly tried to run off just as Lily had stuck her muzzle into the ball resulting in the mouse clinging desperately to her muzzle as she stood back up. She cocked her head to the side. This dislodged one of Rincewind’s paws making the mouse panic and scramble to safer ground. He ended up sat on top of Lily’s head. Lily was still for a while then gave a pine following by a inquisitive look towards Liam and Tyson. She knew at night she could pick the mouse, in his ball, up as a seal would a ball to let him get into his cage but she didn’t know what to do when the rodent was on her head. She didn’t really want to have him there and knew that, unfortunately, Tyson was against her and Bobby trying to eat him.
Rincewind didn’t look much happier to be on top of the dog. Earlier when Tyson had picked him up Rincewind paused in Tyson’s hand and started to groom himself. Rincewind was still unused to being handled by any humans so when touched by Tyson he felt the need to groom. It was a form of displacement activity, humans would also do it when nervous by running their hands through their hair. The rodents was even less familiar with siting on top of a dog and starting frantically grooming himself as Bobby gave him a curiously look, wondering if it was worth trying to eat him, a stern look from Tyson to him no. The puppy returned to licking Liam’s hand whilst wiggling happily in his lap.
Looking at Tyson’s smile, he can see that maybe he really helped him to be less tense about the whole thing. He at least hope he will not be obsessed with the thing, after all he learned that the best photos, due to his experiences, came out in random moments or just without planning them. Specially when you’re not a professional photographer. If Tyson didn’t like looking at photos of himself, maybe he could like to see the ones of his dogs: they will grow and comparing them he supposes could be nice. After all picturing happy moments couldn’t be so bad. He wanted also to ask him how he earned those scars, but it wouldn’t a happy conversation to him he supposed.
He diverted his attention to the panicked squeaks, looking at the mouse now on Lily’s head. The image was very funny to see, less for the mouse he supposed. Because they talked about photographs, he would like to take a pic right now of that, but he avoided it, it has only the phone with him and it was not kind keeping the situation enough long to take a camera. Also, he wanted to help the mouse, but other than having the dog on his lap he was agitated, so it was better a help from Tyson.
When Bobby returned to lick his hand he just opened to caress him over the muzzle and the ear, and he runs the hand through his fur on the back, favoring his excitement as always. He then looked at Tyson. “They will have they walk today, right? I can join If it’s okay.” He said, he didn’t want to impose his presence but he don’t want to leave as well. “And we can finish the work on the maps. What do you do to spent your time usually?” He asked, so he can see If he can help him with something or find something else to do. “When I have free time I have always work to do left behind… When I can, I go to the forest. I still like spend my time in it as free wolf.” Not that he was proposing a trip on the forest, after all he didn’t go to a forest since the vampire’s attack.
You will never be loved.
You’re a survivor who is trying to be a fighter, you fight against everyone even when you know to lose, to not be able to win. You fight too much, ruining all. You make fall every single certainty around you because you fight.
People don’t love someone who fight in this way. People don’t want to walk on the same path with someone who could explode so easily.
No one will never love you because no one wants to be near someone who can’t give any security. No matter what type of security you’re able to give, people could only see that.
No, no one wants to fight at your side. No one wants to stay near to someone who fights everyone also when it’s not required.
What you can do about it is realising how much this is true and accept the reality. Stop trying, Liam.
“Go elsewhere to fuck your own shit.”
My pathetic illness kept exacerbating || Drabble
> This is not linked to a character or something of the sort, it’s just a random drabble.
“It would be something so long to explain, even contradictory, considering the mess I have inside my head.” […]
“Until I confessed and I destroyed you.
They were the longer days of my life, the most sad and terrible, the tears I paid were so much and bitter.
I saw the thing only from my point of view for so long, until I understood what the hell I did to you.”
“I will erase you.
I’m not a person who can forgive.
I don’t forgive.” [Quote]
I’m someone who could forgive.
I forgive, however, I will not forgive you.
What I can’t do is being abetter of what you do, of what you are.
I have the freedom to forgive or not because the lack of forgiveness is not the remained foothold to excuse myself or excuse what I do, because it’s not the only thing that allow me to look myself at the mirror, to not go haywire after realising what I did.
You can’t forgive because you can’t feel anything more than that, and you can’t even hurt anymore. You’re nothing but a scared cat with cutted claws, you just can’t hurt anymore. You can’t deceive anymore, also because I can see what you actually are, I can look through all your falseness also when I’m unaware of them because I’m the eye who can see inside you and you’re right, you did wrong allowing me that, because this eye will never disappear.
Exactly, we will never be equal. You lost. You totally lost not only a childish war, no, so much more. You’re the one who destroyed and hurt more and I, typing some buttons in the end, didn’t do the same but the result has been the same If not more destructive. I can go over, I’m going over, and also when I feel to stop, it’s enough thinking about you to not do it.
Not thinking about us, thinking about you, to what you are. No matter how I’m harsh with myself, when I think about you I can be happy because I have conquered something for myself, a total victory; I have been able to free myself from a parasite, because this is what you are.
A person who is not able to relate with someone without lying, hurting, and this could make you a monster but in the end your nothing If not a Pinocchio. A shabby Pinocchio who harmed more than he could manage, you can’t bless that opera, you can only feel embarrassed at the mirror, you’re only fumbling miserably.
I had the key to save you and you know it well, but I ate that key. And, guess what, I will use it for someone else.
What do you think when you realise you could keep me trapped in your spiderweb for more time and continuing to hurt me? What you thought when you I released myself? Oh, but I already know that, I know what you tell to yourself.
You continue perpetually in your little opera of self convincing, trying to deceive yourself that I was the one who hurt you, that the role are turned… But you’re so weak and poor that you’re not even able to convince yourself, I know that; I know you. I know you intimately more than anyone else.
I could blow you so easily, but I will not do it, I will not give you a reason to justify yourself.
Instead I will erase your from my mind, my memories, I’m already doing it.
What you will feel when I, thinking about us, will see only mist? Only a suffering that I can’t listen anymore?
You will totally disappear to the person you want, that you continue to torment, you will not be anymore in the memories of the person that animated so much of your time, you will be forgot. Alas, with that will not disappear what you did.
All that, sadly, it’s only a crumb of what I could say or tell of you. I could have so much more to say, so much more bullets, but this is enough to think about how much you’re sad and meaningless. Nothing about you I regret, also what you think I regret, I found something so far better. You know what’s funny? It has been easy.
I didn’t close the dance, you have been simply thrown out, falling miserably. You have failed and I’m not here to hear your moans anymore.
// I hate
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