Biting Someone's Muzzle Is A Love Language

biting someone's muzzle is a love language

roses/smoke

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“He-” The door swung open, and the Reddoons from last night was suddenly in front of Ash, regarding him strangely. He looked from Ash's face, to his black eye (he didn't even seem sorry), to the bouquet of roses in Ash's arms. Red's unusually calloused hands came up to pluck the blunt from his lips as he exhaled a puff of smoke–

He was smoking. Idly, Ash noted the irony of it.

“It's you.” He said simply, raising an eyebrow.

Ash took in a breath, tasting the smoke from Red's cigarette as it dissipated into the atmosphere. “My name is–”

“Ash.” Reddoons narrowed his eyes. “I remember.”

There was an awkward lull of silence. Ashswagg found himself hating how this wasn't coming as easily as it had. He hated how different this Reddoons seemed to be from his own. He hated that he still loved him. He hated the entire multiverse.

“What do you want?” Red finally snapped. “What's with the roses?”

Ashswagg was a god. He wasn't made to be quiet. Still, he whispered. “They're for you.”

“I told you, last night.” Reddoons reiterated, beginning to close the door in Ash's face. “I'm not a rose guy.”

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[end of part five]

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by eventide.

image credits:

Phantom: Stage One continues. by @neilkrug on instagram // soul flame Painting by Elena Sattarova // 'This is my flower, my death.' by @revol4357 on twitter // Scotch & a Cigarette by @NoahVerrier on twitter // Marlboro Pack 5x7 by Craig Stephens // Russian Roulette Infographic by Robb Leef on Dribble

text credits:

smoke and mirrors to set the world aflame by Anonymous/eventide // Crybaby by Caitlyn Siehl // Take Me Tomorrow by Shannon A. Thompson

Israel’s senseless slaughter leaves thousands of children orphaned. Palestine must be free! Don’t tire keep talking about what’s happening!

roses and smoke week 

day one | roses / smoke

“I want to betray my team.” He whispers in the dark, where he knows Red is sitting. He doesn’t turn around to look, but he hears the sound of Red moving forwards, light footsteps on the hard stone floor. “Does that make me a bad person?” “You’re doing it for me.” Red grinned. “I’d say that’s a good cause.”

or, the one where it’s everything but not really.

title from “slut!” by taylor swift

Israel’s senseless slaughter leaves thousands of children orphaned. Palestine must be free! Don’t tire keep talking about what’s happening!