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yunwooz · 2 months
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hongjoong :: the fellowship : beginning of the end in japan day 3 ending ment
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cosettepontmercys · 11 months
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if one thing had been different, would everything be different today? ♡
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taliawinters · 17 days
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Boundless, timeless. Like every dream that ever was, stitched together.
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incorrecttom · 1 year
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SATAN simply loves it when you embrace him, your hands are smaller than his and the warmth he feels as you hug him. He loves it even more when you are in bed, while he reads a books and you are just there, hands wrapped around his torso.
It makes him feel giddy, fuzzy-
It makes him feel things he never experienced.
Even more that he loves is your smile. The way you give him a smile, a laugh that his heart cherishes.
And when you are not your usual self, whenever you feel broken, he's there to collect your pieces, he's there to soothe you. To tell you, that it will be okay. That everything will turn out fine.
If he could he would stay with you for all eternity.
And no matter how he wants to assure himself that he would one day have to watch your demise unfold. That he will move on, that he will be himself -
But he knows there is no one like you, no one would love him the way you do. And that makes his heart ache because clearly not everything will stay the same.
He will not be the same.
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draconscious · 1 month
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ooc. if you're reading this, I officially turned 30 today!! happy birthday to me 🎉
I've been doing a lot of reflecting lately and have a lot to say, but I'll keep it somewhat shorter this time LOL. I feel like I've grown up a lot this past year, both on and offline. My motto lately has been why not. I've joined online servers, offline writing circles/tabletop groups, and started playing muses that I've always wanted to play (hi @avacynthia) because why the hell not. Outside of RP, I've been traveling more, advocating for myself and others, and weathered a few personal storms that reminded me how precious life is, and not to take it for granted.
I know 30 is just a number, but I've always put a lot of pressure on myself, and that pressure to be somebody has never felt greater cresting into a new decade. However, at the same time, I'm learning to ease my foot off the gas and just embrace the moment, here and elsewhere. I'm tired of feeling like life is passing me by, so I'm finding balance. Finally taking a breath, retaking control, and getting out there.
Even though I feel like I've been slowing down the pace here recently, this space has been special to me for a long time. If we've ever written together, I only hope that it's been just as fun for you! As of right now, I can only say that I know two things about the future:
I still have a lot of stories left in me, and
I can't wait to see what's in store. Open mind, open IMs. So many possibilities... 😤
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wheelcr · 2 years
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thinking bout . . . mikey's big big hands /nsx like when he put his hand on like the small of my back when guiding me up the stairs of the wheeler basement after a long night of (sitting pretty and watching them play) dnd, it literally almost fully covered it like that's how big his hands are
or like when we were sprawled out on the couch at my house, my head in his lap holding up some book i stole borrowed from the wheeler house as he watched ducktales. somewhere along the way he fell alseep i think and his hand landed on my forehead. was honestly gonna like push it off or bite him or something until i actually paused, realizing it was like bigger than my whole face i swear to god- it was warm too
i remember when we were younger and i would always compare pinky sizes with him, like grabbing his hand and positioning it next to mine, then i would laugh my fuckin ass off at the size difference since his was smaller. even started calling him 'baby hands' for a time. fast forward 3 years and i get a rush of deja vu whenever he gently picks up my arm and places my hand next to his. bony fingers, definitely a lot longer than mine now
mikey loves to be a dick about it, would intertwine his pinky with mine when walking through the especially crowded hallways of hawkins high school in the morning. me being me i would roll my eyes but like i'm dying on the inside please my best friend whom i also have a massive crush on is semi holding my hand what do i do what do i do?!!?@*!)
he is absolute dogshit at expressing feelings but he sure is damn good at gauging 'em. he sorta senses that i'm loving liking it (or just that it gets some sort of reaction out of me in general) so this bitch starts doing anything to accentuate his hands. started wearing rings and i fr wanted to smack this bitch when he first showed them off to me
would come to school fidgeting with a scrunchie / one around his wrist all like "hey i found this on my bed. must've left it behind last night." he would twirl pens or a strand of his hair between his fingers in the middle of class, or occasionally tap his fingers on his desk to some stupid beat. acts nonchalant about it but i know damn well he was staring at me for a good 5 minutes prior, waiting for even the slightest indication that i would turn to look at him so he can pretend like he's all clueless and innocent
he is such a fucking menace. though i do melt a little when he smiles at me and just asks to hold my hand and does the this thing where he caresses the back of my hand with his thumb there's a lot more i wanna say but like i need my afternoon nap so yes, i love mikey's hands
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fyeahkaiju · 1 year
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official anime character visuals
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avacynthia · 2 months
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(ooc. I don't care, I don't care. Sleepy Raikou is singlehandedly keeping all of my Johto crops watered at once 🥺🥺🥺)
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woodcries · 1 month
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permanent starter call. for natasha / honkai: star rail. liking this means you're interested in interacting with this muse and are willing to receive starters and asks from them. knowledge of the source material is never necessary but always appreciated.
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yunwooz · 10 months
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wooyoung ✘ back stage rockin’
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cosettepontmercys · 1 year
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get to know me meme ♡ favorite tv shows → derry girls
being a Derry Girl, well, it's a fucking state of mind!
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taliawinters · 4 months
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Tav: Morning, not-so-sleepy head.
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incorrecttom · 1 year
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They loved to wrap an arm on your waist as you slept. The way the sun had risen, they way you looked under sun light or moon light was beautiful.
They don't want to be creepy - but it keeps them awake that what might happen to you, all the what ifs of your security, of what would happen to your relationship, of you both breaking apart, that's the worst that can happen.
They couldn't help but tighten their grip on you, never wanting to let you go. They know you will stay, that you will be theirs but there's always doubt lingering. What if they were not good enough for you?
What if you found someone better?
Would you leave them?
And then they remember all the moments spent with you, replaying like a movie.
"Good morning, love," your voice was hushed. "I love you and will always love you." It was barely audible but enough for their heartbeats to skip.
And then they remember that you will be theirs. You love them. That everything will be fine.
Satan | Lucifer | Belphie | Malleus | Shoto | Dabi | Kaeya |
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miguelious-archive · 3 months
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this blog is empty. for more miguel o'hara content, i have moved to @oharababe! this post will be queued. hope to see you there :)
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draconscious · 6 months
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(ooc. I'm taking a trip!! + other updates.)
[Hey all, Dan here! By the time you read this, I'll (hopefully) be on a plane to sunny Cali--I'm taking some much-needed R&R until 11/8.
This doesn't mean that I'm going to be without internet, but I expect my activity to stay on the slighter side for the duration. Truth be told, I know my IC activity hasn't been all that great lately--that's due to some major irl events, general stress, and the changing of the seasons. I think that downturn has been spilling into my creative space here--I've been feeling some not-so-great feelings when logging in, wanting to write but wondering if mutuals are interested in my muses or even want to write with me. I know those thoughts are irrational and silly, so I've taken a small step back to reflect on the influence RP has on me (and what my goals are/what I want when writing Clair, Jupiter/Eris, and others.)
RP can be a double-edged sword sometimes--with the sense of community, expression and collaboration comes with occasional bouts of FOMO, paranoia, and anxiety (at least that's been my experience.)--and I feel like I've done a pretty good job balancing my approach to this hobby, disconnecting when I need to, but managing everything lately has been a little lonely and overwhelming all at once. My responsibilities keep growing, and you lump a lil' seasonal depression on top of that...whew.
I'm going through a rough time right now, but I'm also not one to wallow. I'm hopeful that a change of scenery (and a refreshed approach to writing) will give me the boost I need. And most importantly, I'm grateful to the people that reach out, involve me in their plots, and give me the opportunity to tell stories with them. If you've ever written with me, I hope you've enjoyed it! I may not be the most responsive as of late, but I just ask you to be patient with me (and others!) as we head into a new season.
Above all, I want to write. So that's what I'm planning to do for the foreseeable and you're more than welcome to come along with me. Let's spin something up together. 😎 ]
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wingsdreamt · 1 year
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ameneurosis
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Time, the passing of it between major events and the disruptions they have wrought, affords them some level of safety they would not have otherwise had. Time, plus whatever magical properties are wrapped up around the bunker that render them immune to shifting timelines until the moment they step back out into the smoggy haze of Midgar’s underside. Glancing one last time at the date printed on the corner, Zack folds up the newspaper in his hands and tucks it under his arm as they half-jog up the steps to HQ. 
No news is good news never applies when Shinra is at its center. A cursory glance through the editorial columns, the overseas war, classifieds, and entertainment sections provide no insight as to Kalm’s eventual fate. March 21st, almost a year to the date. Best not to advertise what happened at all and let the Turks work quietly like they usually do. The company motto, of sorts.
“1999…Didn’t The Matrix come out that year? This year. Whatever. We caught it in theaters and re-watched in the dorms only to find out that Shinra’s censorship team completely fucked with the theatrical release, right?”
Chatter between two helmeted SOLDIERs as they pass the threshold of glass doors lining the front entrance, filling the air with their complaints about the latest and greatest sci-fi flicks, is mundane, all of it. No suits turn their heads, PubSec admires and reviles from afar without criticality, other SOLDIERs have places to be, orders to fulfill and training to attend. 
They blend right in.
Contingencies have been prepared for worst case scenarios. Their bikes have been hidden under a sheet of tarp by one of the many chain link gates that feed into the nearby corporate housing districts. Within sprinting distance, should they suddenly be discovered. 
The higher up they go, the more creative they will have to be to get groundside. One benefit of their years past shenanigans while on leave– intimate knowledge of the Tower’s various maintenance access tunnels and vents provide escape routes aplenty within arms reach. Useful when avoiding the ire of their superiors and friends, necessary now that they cannot afford their progress arrested. With enough false confidence and elaborate obfuscation between them, Zack is optimistic they won’t have to go that far. 
The sound of their boots striking the perfectly polished floors, ambient chatter from other employees, the smell of cheap coffee left to sit too long in its pot, even the damn leafy planters next to the benches. There are so many memories in these halls, so many things that have remained unchanged in his mind’s eye against the backdrop of the past that they now traverse. It takes measurable effort not to stop and linger to stare in disbelief. 
Using two fingers, Zack taps against the side of Kunsel’s shellmet with a laugh as they make their way past the information desk, around an arguing group of analysts, and up to the elevator. Purposeful, despite the whimsical ease of their conversation.  
“Okay. But. Wanna know my first thought the first time you took the helmet off?” Zack knows he looks absolutely goofy with the shameless grin he now wears, toothy and glittering beneath the open portion of his helmet while they wait for the elevator doors to open. They can be forthcoming here, now. As much as they want.
“I thought–” he stops for a moment, elbows the button labeled ‘49’ on the way in, then faces forward with his arms folded as the doors slide shut. Zack angles his head towards Kunsel, continues with complete seriousness, “--oh no, he’s hot.” 
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