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for @venaue

technically, this goes out to everyone who participated, but ven just set the ball rolling to actually write abt this

The heterochromatic eyes look down at the screen, they’ve been staring for quite a bit now, they were changed out of their special, birthday suit, they got a text from their local prefect.

the moonlight and stars of the outside was the only source of light, Iyad sat on their bed, they haven’t moved in a minute, it could be disturbing if you were in the room with them.

iyad scanned the screen again, almost checking if this was a real thing. it made them look like they’ve never gotten a praise before.

iyad has gotten compliments before, he wasn’t dying from jeers or anything. iyad always simply felt indifferent to these type of things.

but today, today was.. today was wonderful.

all the friendly gestures, the enthusiasm, and even if not everyone won at the gacha pulls that Azul had so generously hosted. iyad still couldn’t ask for more.

seeing this right before the clock strikes midnight, it ties everything they experienced from the moment they stepped right out of this bed.

now they have to wait another 365 days. but if it means they get to relive this, then they’d wait even more, just to feel this level of warmth and comfort again.

as iyad puts their phone down, they lay their body on the soft mattress, the digital texts burned into their heads as it joins the other carvings in their head that were made today.

all the memories that were made, they were being interlinked with one another, the ribbons of laughter and grins tied around a box that was to preserve the pictures and frames of comraderie and love, to be stored in Iyad’s heart forever.

sitting inside like a present, waiting to be opened.

idk what possessed me to write this but the nap i took today is fucking me over so bad.. anyway

here ven!! idk, this post made me smile and i thought that Iyad would like to see it too :)

post below:

for @venaue

technically, this goes out to everyone who participated, but ven just set the ball rolling to actually write abt this

The heterochromatic eyes look down at the screen, they’ve been staring for quite a bit now, they were changed out of their special, birthday suit, they got a text from their local prefect.

the moonlight and stars of the outside was the only source of light, Iyad sat on their bed, they haven’t moved in a minute, it could be disturbing if you were in the room with them.

iyad scanned the screen again, almost checking if this was a real thing. it made them look like they’ve never gotten a praise before.

iyad has gotten compliments before, he wasn’t dying from jeers or anything. iyad always simply felt indifferent to these type of things.

but today, today was.. today was wonderful.

all the friendly gestures, the enthusiasm, and even if not everyone won at the gacha pulls that Azul had so generously hosted. iyad still couldn’t ask for more.

seeing this right before the clock strikes midnight, it ties everything they experienced from the moment they stepped right out of this bed.

now they have to wait another 365 days. but if it means they get to relive this, then they’d wait even more, just to feel this level of warmth and comfort again.

as iyad puts their phone down, they lay their body on the soft mattress, the digital texts burned into their heads as it joins the other carvings in their head that were made today.

all the memories that were made, they were being interlinked with one another, the ribbons of laughter and grins tied around a box that was to preserve the pictures and frames of comraderie and love, to be stored in Iyad’s heart forever.

sitting inside like a present, waiting to be opened.

idk what possessed me to write this but the nap i took today is fucking me over so bad.. anyway

here ven!! idk, this post made me smile and i thought that Iyad would like to see it too :)

post below:

“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)

seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.

their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.

white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.

pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.

for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.

for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.

the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.

the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.

iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.

iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.

“he loves me…”

“he loves me not…”

“he—“

”Iyad?!”

—

how is it? is it good or cringe

anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗

tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions

iyad go kiss ur bf already🤓🤓🤓

i’m not the problem to iyad’s entire character what are you talking abt brother 🤗🤗😁😁

“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)

seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.

their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.

white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.

pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.

for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.

for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.

the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.

the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.

iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.

iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.

“he loves me…”

“he loves me not…”

“he—“

”Iyad?!”

—

how is it? is it good or cringe

anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗

tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions

“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)

seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.

their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.

white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.

pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.

for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.

for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.

the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.

the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.

iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.

iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.

“he loves me…”

“he loves me not…”

“he—“

”Iyad?!”

—

how is it? is it good or cringe

anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗

tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions

iyad go kiss ur bf already🤓🤓🤓

i’m not the problem to iyad’s entire character what are you talking abt brother 🤗🤗😁😁

“he loves me, he loves me not” (small snippet of me writing)

seeds of sick adoration ripped and thrived in his throat, tears of bittersweet honey ran down their tanned cheeks as they hunched over the garbage bin.

their grip on the bin was as deadly as the grip the disease had on their poor body.

white daisy petals slicked with blood and saliva, they stained all that they touched, harmed the body they grew within.

pollen coughed and heaved its way out of the scarabia student’s body, iyad wasn’t allergic, but this time pollen was deemed fatal for them.

for every time they met eyes, another seed was planted.

for every conversation they shared, the sprouts would extend to stems.

the dreadful silence between the pair would act as bees, buzzing to nurture the growing vines, encouraging them to bloom flawlessly.

the botanical properties fought endlessly to leave iyad’s throat, leaving them bruised and poisoned for their fault.

iyad’s mind spins as the haunting story that implied that flowers, the flowers tell you if he loves you or not.

iyad looks down at his garden. he closes his eyes. 5 white, blood stained petals.

“he loves me…”

“he loves me not…”

“he—“

”Iyad?!”

—

how is it? is it good or cringe

anyways, none of my ocs are safe from me💗

tag list: @venaue @babyghoul138 @beneathsakurashade /nf i just wanted to have some moot opinions

reflection in the water

genre: carla angst, childhood reflections

notes: written in he/him pronouns to not confuse anyone- this is like a week old

his soft fingers outlined the spiral design, his eyes could be mistaken for a mirror with how clear and wide they were.

like a still puddle, the reflection is as still as you make it.

silence pools the atmosphere

silent like the day they shared together after he was captured.

after he was rightfully taken away from him.

it was rightful. there were perfect reasons for why.

so why is he still here? looking at the same thing with that same gaze.

the shell scratches his fingertips with questions and hatred

his finger itches with uncertainty as he can't speak a word, like the words only spiraled and watered down further down into his stomach.

sitting like a still puddle in his gut.

the water is too dirty and the sky is too dark.

there is no reflection.

notes: hehe like it? can you guess the meaning? listened to christmas kids while writing

for @reapkusho cause asks are being wierd

i tried writing a sick fic, but i have no clue what k**ser is like cause i don’t rlly like him, but i pulled out my personal fanatic and got this much done

i’m still a k**ser hater butt whatever

reflection in the water

genre: carla angst, childhood reflections

notes: written in he/him pronouns to not confuse anyone- this is like a week old

his soft fingers outlined the spiral design, his eyes could be mistaken for a mirror with how clear and wide they were.

like a still puddle, the reflection is as still as you make it.

silence pools the atmosphere

silent like the day they shared together after he was captured.

after he was rightfully taken away from him.

it was rightful. there were perfect reasons for why.

so why is he still here? looking at the same thing with that same gaze.

the shell scratches his fingertips with questions and hatred

his finger itches with uncertainty as he can't speak a word, like the words only spiraled and watered down further down into his stomach.

sitting like a still puddle in his gut.

the water is too dirty and the sky is too dark.

there is no reflection.

notes: hehe like it? can you guess the meaning? listened to christmas kids while writing

Prison is a state of mind

Notes: I wrote this rushed and not thinking, i was gonna write a rant abt a post i saw and it was gonna be centered around scarabia or smth

♾️ begin ♾️

all of them, disgusting and guilty.

you don’t need to be bloody to be dead.

it's so sickening, living in a dungeon but everyone else isn’t like you.

you’re the inmate, not them.

Fuck them all.

was it cause i’m younger? Do they look down on me? They say they dont but this whole hell hole is filled to the brim with liars.

none of them care about me, they all want to drain me of my life.

why else would the blot trace their angry faces.

why else would they hit me with a baseball bat?

throw dirt and sand into my eyes?

drown me in the dark ocean?

throw me across the land?

poison and taint my skin and veins?

Restrict and cage me?

take my own mind away from me?

and labor me like i was nothing more important than a footnote in a large encyclopedia?

theyre all older, they should read the entire thing, why do i have to keep slipping them notes?

i don’t want them gone, rather I want to see them suffer in my prison.

Embracing that edgy teen rn

for @reapkusho cause asks are being wierd

i tried writing a sick fic, but i have no clue what k**ser is like cause i don’t rlly like him, but i pulled out my personal fanatic and got this much done

i’m still a k**ser hater butt whatever

continuation of last Iyad’s Hanahaki post

Genre: fluffier than what ever happened last time

notes: wtf did i make, unfinished bc i dont have energy

Silver was tense to open the door, Jamil and Kalim were already acting in a very concerning way.

apparently they called his father, who relayed the information to silver. though relay is a generous word for it, cause lilia barely spoke an explanation after waking him up.

“Iyad’s feeling.. rather under the weather, why don’t you pay him a visit?”

his father was being so mysterious about it…

and that’s what silver’s here for, to be a good friend, but his initial worry amplified to the max when he saw the faces of Iyad’s peers.

the whole dorm felt very apprehensive, like everyone was collectively on edge. but now wasn’t the time to dwell for silver, his father has always preached the importance of bravery, especially when others are scared.

silver slips the door open, entering the still room, his blue eyes were immediately drawn to the bump in the bed.

“iyad.. are you alright?”

“go away”

his tone was sharp and angry, in a way it was reminiscent of their previous few conversations.

iyad was becoming distant towards silver, cutting their conversations short, their demeanor became rigid with awkwardness, their relaxed interactions soon became strained and forced, nothing like how they started out.

it hurt to think about for silver.. and for iyad.

silver walked over to the bed, pulling out the desk chair, sitting next the bump. a silence blanketed them both, the air was stuffy.

silver perked up when iyad shuffled under the covers, peeking their eyes out of from under the covers. silver couldn’t help but feel his stomach churn from the look they gave him.

iyad’s eyes, once filled with stoic nonchalance, now colored in with a guarded expression, nothing like it was before, now these eyes…

those weren’t the ones he fell in love with.

those eyes were kind, adoring, hardworking, calm. they warmed silver’s heart and cheeks whenever they met.

but.. but these eyes. they only sent a small shiver down his spine, rattling him out of motion. but even so.

“what happened? everyone’s says you’re sick..”

“it’s fine, i’m fine, why are you here?” iyad hissed through his teeth.

“they… jamil and kalim thought i should see you”

the eyes dropped down hiding behind the once beautifully tanned skin, now drained to make the student pale. closed eyes then being covered by the rich red bed covers.

“i… i don’t want to see you.. you should leave.. like now”

“no.. you’re obviously not well, what do you need? i’ll get it for you”

“i need you to leave”

each word started to crush silver, the pushing away from iyad irked him.

silver didn’t want to go, silver was worried, couldn’t iyad see that? his concern? his worry? his dread? his want?

his love?

“seriously, i can’t—“

“just what are you so afraid of?! huh, iyad? why are you so mean these days? we haven’t talked in forever..!” silver snapped, cutting his ill crush off mid sentence.

…

“…so what?” the words were muffled by the covers but were painfully echoed by the acoustics in silver’s head, he was growing more and more frustrated with the boy in bed.

“so what? so now you’re just gonna avoid me forever?”

silence molds on the outside of iyad, freezing over at the boldness of his classmate. both eyes stay averted, keeping down at the burning sun to preserve itself from melting, the sun being silver's eyes.

Prison is a state of mind

Notes: I wrote this rushed and not thinking, i was gonna write a rant abt a post i saw and it was gonna be centered around scarabia or smth

♾️ begin ♾️

all of them, disgusting and guilty.

you don’t need to be bloody to be dead.

it's so sickening, living in a dungeon but everyone else isn’t like you.

you’re the inmate, not them.

Fuck them all.

was it cause i’m younger? Do they look down on me? They say they dont but this whole hell hole is filled to the brim with liars.

none of them care about me, they all want to drain me of my life.

why else would the blot trace their angry faces.

why else would they hit me with a baseball bat?

throw dirt and sand into my eyes?

drown me in the dark ocean?

throw me across the land?

poison and taint my skin and veins?

Restrict and cage me?

take my own mind away from me?

and labor me like i was nothing more important than a footnote in a large encyclopedia?

theyre all older, they should read the entire thing, why do i have to keep slipping them notes?

i don’t want them gone, rather I want to see them suffer in my prison.

Embracing that edgy teen rn

continuation of last Iyad’s Hanahaki post

Genre: fluffier than what ever happened last time

notes: wtf did i make, unfinished bc i dont have energy

Silver was tense to open the door, Jamil and Kalim were already acting in a very concerning way.

apparently they called his father, who relayed the information to silver. though relay is a generous word for it, cause lilia barely spoke an explanation after waking him up.

“Iyad’s feeling.. rather under the weather, why don’t you pay him a visit?”

his father was being so mysterious about it…

and that’s what silver’s here for, to be a good friend, but his initial worry amplified to the max when he saw the faces of Iyad’s peers.

the whole dorm felt very apprehensive, like everyone was collectively on edge. but now wasn’t the time to dwell for silver, his father has always preached the importance of bravery, especially when others are scared.

silver slips the door open, entering the still room, his blue eyes were immediately drawn to the bump in the bed.

“iyad.. are you alright?”

“go away”

his tone was sharp and angry, in a way it was reminiscent of their previous few conversations.

iyad was becoming distant towards silver, cutting their conversations short, their demeanor became rigid with awkwardness, their relaxed interactions soon became strained and forced, nothing like how they started out.

it hurt to think about for silver.. and for iyad.

silver walked over to the bed, pulling out the desk chair, sitting next the bump. a silence blanketed them both, the air was stuffy.

silver perked up when iyad shuffled under the covers, peeking their eyes out of from under the covers. silver couldn’t help but feel his stomach churn from the look they gave him.

iyad’s eyes, once filled with stoic nonchalance, now colored in with a guarded expression, nothing like it was before, now these eyes…

those weren’t the ones he fell in love with.

those eyes were kind, adoring, hardworking, calm. they warmed silver’s heart and cheeks whenever they met.

but.. but these eyes. they only sent a small shiver down his spine, rattling him out of motion. but even so.

“what happened? everyone’s says you’re sick..”

“it’s fine, i’m fine, why are you here?” iyad hissed through his teeth.

“they… jamil and kalim thought i should see you”

the eyes dropped down hiding behind the once beautifully tanned skin, now drained to make the student pale. closed eyes then being covered by the rich red bed covers.

“i… i don’t want to see you.. you should leave.. like now”

“no.. you’re obviously not well, what do you need? i’ll get it for you”

“i need you to leave”

each word started to crush silver, the pushing away from iyad irked him.

silver didn’t want to go, silver was worried, couldn’t iyad see that? his concern? his worry? his dread? his want?

his love?

“seriously, i can’t—“

“just what are you so afraid of?! huh, iyad? why are you so mean these days? we haven’t talked in forever..!” silver snapped, cutting his ill crush off mid sentence.

…

“…so what?” the words were muffled by the covers but were painfully echoed by the acoustics in silver’s head, he was growing more and more frustrated with the boy in bed.

“so what? so now you’re just gonna avoid me forever?”

silence molds on the outside of iyad, freezing over at the boldness of his classmate. both eyes stay averted, keeping down at the burning sun to preserve itself from melting, the sun being silver's eyes.