Mending A Minor Injury For The Object Of Your Desires. The Tension And Unresolved Yearning Felt With

mending a minor injury for the object of your desires.  the tension and unresolved yearning felt with every brush of fingers,  the hesitant eye contact as you tie the bandage around their palm,  the gentle banter and begrudging fussing.  that treacherously felt unspoken line you inch towards every time you show just how scared you were that it would be worse or could be worse next time.  that almost kiss…

walks out of a closet covered in blood with a goofy lovestruck smile on my face

she  smiles  ,  lips  curving  against  their  body  ,  as  she  is  bestowed  this  option  .  she  feels  the  earth  gored  open  beneath  them  ,  feels  the  little  deaths  of  creatures  entering  the  life  cycle  of  all  non-sentient  beings  .  to  simply  be  reborn  again  .  their  life  essences  fly  past  her  ,  ghosting  along  her  skin  ,  chilling  it  further  ,  freed  from  the  womb  of  the  earth  into  the  grave  of  the  sky  .  

❛  you  would  make  a  mortsafe  for  my  worries  ?  ❜  she  murmurs  .  ❛  prevent  them  from  coming  back  ,  if  only  to  give  me  peace  …  i  suppose  i  cannot  find  fault  in  that  .  ❜  her  words  are  teasing  –  she  presses  a  kiss  where  her  forehead  had  previously  been  ,  brave  and  in  love  all  the  same  .

looking  down  to  the  overturned  earth  ,  she  kneels  ,  bare  legs  pressing  into  the  fresh  ,    soft  piles  .    her  hands  fall  from  dys’  face  ,  pressing  into  the  earth  in  concert  with  their  claws  ,  heedless  of  the  danger  .  so  what  if  she  bleeds  ?  ichor  would  paint  their  claws  a  beautiful  shade  —  she’d  be  happy  to  be  the  sacrifice  .  

❛  build  us  a  grave  ,  ❜  she  says  softly  ,  white  hand  disappearing  beneath  darkened  soil  .  in  the  distance  ,  a  banshee  screams  ,  la  llorona  cries  ,  the  mirror  breaks  and  bloody  mary  is  free  .  ❛  i  wish  to  rest  with  you  .  and  i  wish  not  to  be  disturbed  .  ❜

she  is  fond  of  graveyards  and  cemeteries  ,  fond  of  the  calm  they  grant  the  occupant.  she  would  like  some  calm  now  .  mismatched  eyes  look  up  to  her  MONSTER  as  she  settles  into  the  hastily  dug  grave  ,  sinking  down  into  the  earth  ,  crossing  her  legs  and  folding  her  arms  behind  her  head  ,  leaning  back  as  if  she  resides  in  a  hot  spring  .  

❛  join  me  .  ❜

Their body lurches, balanced awkwardly as their form contends with its many parts to be still for the princess. To let her reach for them and explore them as sometimes she does. The eyes closest to her hand close in contentment, taking in the chill of her touch against their squirming form. They cannot help it. When so glad to see her, they can't stay static.

There is some sadness as she changes her form, but only because of Dystonia's appreciation for this form. One she crafted herself and made her own. One that generates her own fear and dread - of which they admire. But it is in her smaller form that all eyes can more clearly see the tension in her limbs. The way it causes pressure even in the air and aura around them. It gives the nightmare pride to know that they can change that. Her size continues to shrink and so they lean further and further down to accommodate her size. Shadowing her with their bulk.

More eyes close as she presses her forehead to them, the sounds of bones cracking and skin and sinew shifting. Mouths form back into one, as eyes rotate and form into slits, allowing more to appear. More to observe her and appreciate her. Hands animated from mist form around her waist, holding her.

"In an iron-laden grave, so they may disappear forever. I would dig it. Rip apart the earth." The vibrations from the voice, both a deep bass and garbled treble. Deep gashes in the earth form as their hooks rake through it, as if already building a place for her worries to slip into. All they wanted was to distract her.

@singofus asked: lay all your burdens to rest . (Dys being cute to Mel)

she  looks  up  at  the  dark  and  winged  creature  above  her  ,  bloody  and  fanged  .  heaving  breath  does  not  come  from  the  multitude  of  mouths  ,  but  rather  from  between  exposed  ribs  ,  breathing  from  the  body  directly  .  hooked  claws  ,  designed  for  sinking  into  the  pelt  of  prey  and  yanking  them  to  a  sudden  stop  ,  sink  into  the  earth  ,  cutting  roots  and  worms  with  their  length  .  there  is  some  amount  of  appendages  .  she  cannot  count  them  ;  they  keep  changing  .  

overwhelming  black  shattered  with  spiky  white  and  pulsating  red  ;  rolling  yellow  and  hypnotic  purple  and  dripping  pink  and  heaven-sent  pearlescent  ,  in  dashes  and  smears  across  irises  ,  pads  ,  and  exposed  organs  .  even  the  BONES  are  black  .  something  slithers  in  the  grass  —  a  broken  limb  ?  a  tail  ?  a  snake  taking  this  opportunity  to  flee  ?  as  if  something  as  banal  as  a  snake  exists  in  this  space  .

here  she  stands  before  a  MONSTER  ,  whose  ask  resonates  somewhere  in  the  soft  ,  ichor  soaked  entrails  of  her  body  ,  that  silken  wet  warmth  that  welcomes  an  undoing  .  

a  pale  hand  ,  cold  as  winter’s  moonlight  ,  reaches  up  and  settles  between  an  assortment  of  eyes  ,  a  region  that  may  be  called  the  forehead  in  animals  whose  bodies  obey  the  wet  laws  of  biology  and  physics  .  she  is  being  looked  at  now  ,  and  she  gives  a  crooked  smile  that  does  not  show  her  own  long  teeth  ,  hooked  for  prey  work  much  the  same  as  the  earthen  claws  .  black  and  white  lips  part  ,  and  the  emotion  does  not  match  her  eyes  .  

❛  and  where  shall  i  lay  them  ?  ❜  she  asks  ,  her  voice  a  whisper  .  

it  has  been  difficult  as  of  late  ,  managing  the  unwieldy  personal  desires  she  now  has  ,  in  concert  with  her  responsibilities  to  both  realm  and  throne  .  tonight  is  one  such  night  she  could  throw  herself  into  her  work  ,  into  guiding  her  ghouls  and  poltergeists  and  phantoms  ,  sending  them  to  every  curve  of  the  world  until  they  stirred  up  enough  madness  to  satisfy  the  hunger  within  her  .  

it  is  a  different  hunger  that  rises  now  .  

the  inverted  ,  black  iron  crown  atop  her  head  ,  jagged  points  pressing  down  to  her  scalp  with  chains  fit  to  enslave  a  mouse  decorating  them  ,  swooping  in  dangling  arcs  by  her  ears  and  temple  ,  slowly  fades  away  .  it  is  replaced  with  her  traditional  diadem  ,  clean  and  clear  and  decorated  with  gemstones  this  part  of  the  world  has  never  seen  .  her  body  ,  split  in  black  and  white  ,  is  bare  —  long  limbs  shrink  back  to  their  proportionate  sizes  ,  rendering  her  much  smaller  than  the  monster  before  her  .  she  keeps  her  hand  between  the  eyes  ,  letting  it  slip  as  she  grows  smaller  ,  between  feather  ,  fur  ,  bone  ,  and  blood  ,  until  all  that  remains  is  just  a  hand  upon  where  a  nose  should  be  .  she  rises  to  her  tiptoes  and  rests  her  forehead  against  the  bony  plate  there  .  there  is  the  sound  of  a  wet  tongue  slicking  sharp  teeth  .  

❛  tell  me  where  ,  and  my  burdens  and  their  bearer  shall  be  yours  ,  ❜  she  murmurs  ,  two-toned  lips  brushing  black  horn  against  her  mouth  .    

¹ .ㅤ‘ via the system of touch ’ .     the following is a compilation of   action based   prompts , originally created by me . warnings applied for : some potential nsfw / suggestive themes .   ( additionally : send ‘ + ’ to reverse the roles , and have the   receiver   be the one to perform the action ) .   do not add anything on to these memes .  

hands.  for your muse to take a hold of my muse’s hand.

tie.  for your muse to adjust an article of clothing on my muse.

combat.  for our muses to train together in combat.

pin.  for your muse to pin mine to ( the ground / the wall / a surface ).

push.  for your muse to push mine in a playful manner.

shove.  for your muse to shove mine in an aggressive manner.

tend.  for your muse to help tend to my muse’s injuries.

trace.  for your muse to trace their hand along my muse’s ( skin / scars ).

gag.  for your muse to place their hand over my muse’s mouth, to try to keep them quiet.

kiss.  for your muse to kiss my muse.

hair.  for your muse to brush my muse’s hair from their face.

pull.  for your muse to pull my muse close to them.

sit.  for your muse to encourage mine to sit and rest.

lap.  for your muse to pull my muse onto their lap.

tackle.  for your muse to tackle my muse to the ground.

fight.  for your muse to physically attack my muse ( by hitting / punching / kicking / etc).

neck.  for your muse to place their hand around my muse’s neck.

throat.  for your muse to hold something against my muse’s throat.

collapse.  for your muse to catch mine, preventing them from falling to the ground.

carry.  for your muse to insist on carrying my muse when injured.

warmth.  for our muses to seek warmth from each other, after being caught in a ( snow storm / rain shower ).

morning after.  for our muses to wake up together the next morning, after having a one night stand.

wake.  for your muse to wake mine up by kissing their ( shoulder / neck / lips / etc ).

dance.  for your muse to force my muse to dance with them.

drink.  for our muses to spend time together whilst drunk.

swim.  for our muses to go for a late night swim.

intimacy.  for our muses to embrace each other after sex.

death.  for your muse to comfort mine after they have lost a loved one.

goodbye.  for your muse to hold mine as they lay dying in their arms.

↪ 𝑹𝑬𝑰𝑵𝑪𝑨𝑹𝑵𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑶𝑵 ; ᵀᴼ ᴮᴱ ᴿᴱᴮᴼᴿᴺ . ( a collection of lyric starters from ᵐᵉˡᵃᶰᶤᵉ ᵐᵃʳᵗᶤᶰᵉᶻ'ˢ 2023 album , 𝔭𝔬𝔯𝔱𝔞𝔩𝔰 . adjust phrasing as necessary . )

my body is dead , but i'm still alive .

your words mean nothing , so take them back .

you're always on my mind , i can't help it .

my mind wants to control me .

i fear i won't live to see the day tomorrow .

there is no other choice .

i hate who i was before .

lay all your burdens to rest .

you're no good at acting , it's obvious what you're after .

i know how to make you go crazy .

you are the light , i've been searching for forever .

i never once was treated right .

you make me feel like i'm on drugs .

i'm feeling too scared to sleep .

i'll wreck you if you chase me .

i'm done , i'm done .

why do you always act so serious ?

i don't give a fuck , 'cos i'm so strong .

you're messing with my cycle , that's dangerous .

be the manic pixie dream girl you fucking ought to be .

i won't lick your wounds today .

don't treat me that way .

i won't be ashamed for loving you .

i never knew what it meant , to be content with you .

if you bite my hand again , i will never feed you .

it took me way too long to put this to bed .

every time you tell a lie , i'm praying that you choke .

i won't be mistreated .

it's all a game now , but once i'm in the world it's lost .

i know what's coming .

all of the planning , yet i still feel unprepared .