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[convallarya]

continuation from here // @pcstilnt​

eudora   was,   in   many   ways,   the   spark   that   rekindled   her   soul,   the   sunshine   of   the   perpetual   dawn   within,   the   one   that   made   it   safe   for   miya   to   breathe   anew.   without   her,   it   all   felt   extinguished   and   the   days,   what   was   left   from   that   meaningless   space,   were   no   more   measurable   —   for   the   world   seemed   no   longer   in   the   updrafts   that   were   created   for   one   another,   the   spiral   heavenward   that   could   only   exist   when   the   princess   was   felt   close   to   her.   the   light   was   cast   upon   her   countenance   almost   proposedly,   coming   from   the   window   that   was   prone   to   be   left   open   for   her   imminent   arrival.   they   had   grown   to   accommodate   each   other's   needs   and   hectic   schedules,   daring   not   to   ever   cause   trouble   when   their   lives   were   completely   different.   albeit   their   diversities   were   oftentimes   the   reason   to   terminate   their   relationship,   they   had   managed   to   battle   them   without   losing   hope,   strength   and   sheer   determination.   for   that,   miya   was   eternally   in   debt   to   her.

❝   and   yet,   i   returned.   ❞   her   vox   was   barely   a   whisper,   but   dense   with   the   hoarseness   of   her   exhaustion   —   times   were   tough,   the   unknown   was   becoming   unbearable   and   her   body,   which   seemed   to   be   morphing   in   a   disturbing   way,   was   becoming   untamable.   as   her   hand   was   brought   to   the   softness   of   her   cheek   and   gripped   tightly,   miya   lowered   to   capture   her   roseate   tiers,   letting   them   linger   for   a   moment.   ❝   i   missed   you   too...   it   seems   how   separation   is   becoming   even   more   painful   as   time   passes...   ❞

#「 → verse 1 — para 」 #「 → verse 1 — devil in disguise 」 #pcstilnt #yes i returned to ruin us both #but - i mean... who is ruining who? lmao #pearl ;

[eterneli]

“you didn’t really think that would work, did you?”

Lord of Shadows Starter — Accepting.

A faint sigh slips through parted lips. “It was worth a shot, wasn’t it?”

Lithe fingers card through jet black locks as he places the gardenia & baby’s breath bouquet on the table. He was perfectly aware that attempting to be exonerated through a simple gesture was useless, especially when it comes to Ianthina, but coming empty handed didn’t seem like a good idea either so here they are.

He plops down on the living room couch shortly after, a faint sigh slipping through rose tinted lips. For some reason he finds it difficult to meet her gaze. Guilt perhaps, clawing at the depths of his lungs and drowning out any attempt of vocalizing it. It takes a breath or two before his mouth opens again.

“I apologize for my absence, Ian. But you have to understand I needed time to...acclimate I suppose.” Brows furrow for a brief moment as hazel hues run over the fresh, crimson injuries adorning his knuckles. They still ache when his fingers coil into firsts over his lap.

Teeth gnaw at the insides of his cheeks while nails decorate the insides of his palms with tiny crescent shapes. All the night terrors, the vivid dreams, the whispering voices in his ears as the wind blows, the lack of direction, of purpose. How does he explain picking pointless fights and racing illegals cars was a way of coping during his absence? How does he begin to describe the void in the cavity of his ribs and the search for something that appears to be missing?

There’s small smile that forms at the far left corner of his lips when he finally musters the courage to look at her - nothing short of feigned, but he’s certain she knows that.

“I didn’t know what to do. I needed time.” (I still need time.)

#pcstilnt #marked. #gardenia. #wow I had this saved in my drafts for so long #for u bb #muah

[miimpii]

@pcstilnt [ cont ]:

slumber was not something he was finding easily nowadays because his mind was plagued with trouble . a heavy burden that crushed his heart and soul .  the worst thing was , he hadn’t been able to tell ryo yet of what he had come across, how could he ?  where would he begin to even tell her ?  thanks to his ‘gift’ it had been easy for jiahao to know what daniel was brought back to life .  a reanimated corpse . how ? well that wasn’t an answer he knew for sure but there was no doubt of the stench that surrounded his best friend’s soul .  this had been worse than finding out about his death .  so no , slumber had not graced him in days and of all the times for him to be up was when ryo was over .

the silence of the night had taken over his room as he found himself on the floor after allowing ryo to take his bed for her own .  exhaustion was there but out of his reach as ryo’s voice brings him out of his deep thought .  ❛  huh ? oh, yeah i’m up .  i can’t sleep . ❜  his voice rings through the air as his eyes stay glued to the ceiling above him  ; listening to the cars passing by on the street below his complex .    ❛  can’t sleep neither , ryo ? ❜

     A faint hum left her lips. “Been thinking about Danny, actually.” She said softly. It was another sleepless night for her, her mind constantly drowned in thoughts and memories she had of Daniel. She could imagine the same went for Jiahao, given how close the three were since childhood. But no matter how hard she tried to move on from his death, Ryo could not help but think of ‘what ifs’ that could have prevented it from happening, or if it was her fault to begin with. Yet, she managed to keep her true feelings behind a hopeful and strong facade; it was her motivation to keep her going.

     SHE slowly pushed her upper body up with little strength and hugged the pillow in her arms, before shifting her attention to Jiahao. “You know, you can rest on your bed, Jia. It’s better than lying on the floor.” Ryo told him and decided to get off the bed with her pillow in arms. Even if she was his guest, Ryo felt a little bad she had the bed to herself. “I can sleep on the couch, it’s not a problem for me.”

#pcstilnt #( replies ✕ RYO )

[obciidian]

      this  day  comes  with  heaviness  to  the  heart.  he,  who  is  habitually  tender  and  benevolent  now  mantled  with  woe  and  melancholy.  the  bereavement  and  the  quietus  within  the  heart  feels  all  too  vacant  for  him  to  process,  even  as  it  has  been  many  years,  it  is  still  rather  surreal  to  him...  how  fragile  life  candidly  is.  this  certain  despondency  becomes  evident  across  his  features  days  before  the  anniversary  and  now  that  wisteria  is  such  a  significant  part  of  his  life,  she  has  unfortunately  embedded  herself  into  witnessing  the  toil  this  takes  on  both  the  soul  and  psyche.  

      ❛    you  don’t  have  to  do  anything,  i’ll  be  quick.    ❜      the  air  around  him  is  surprisingly  clear,  and  the  cool  wind  is  pleasant  against  his  face.  he  had  meant  not  drag  her  along  with  him  to  the  cemetery  and  yet,  here  they  are.  there  is  apprehension  gathered  amidst  the  thorax,  such  which  presses  down  onto  it  and  hinders  the  breath  --  perplexity  is  not  yet  written  across  the  expression,  but  manifested  nonetheless,  when  he  crouches  down  to  clean  the  dust  with  some  water  and  a  paper  towel.  this  being  more  than  a  ritual  of  what  namoo  would  like  to  confide  as  paying  respects,  rather  than  having  any  meaning  at  all.      ❛    we’ll  be  out  here  shortly.    ❜      perhaps,  this  reassurance  is  more  so  to  himself  rather  than  to  wisteria.      ╱      @pcstilnt

#❪ queue. ❫ #❪ onm. ❫ interactions. #tw: mourning #tw: death #❪ onm & aw. ❫ i used to confide this warmth is only temporary and evanescent until i met you. #pcstilnt

[spoiledsovls]

@pcstilnt.

...

he’s sifting his fingers through his hair, what an unfortunate situation. he heard the crude words spill out his lips, the defense mechanisms in him had stirred but luckily -- he didn’t have the chance to punch him. not in front of a kid, he only wished for the male to experience every small inconvenience in his life for talking down to evie like that. regardless of gender, jaehyun was a huge believer of mutual respect and understanding, some things that are harsh are unjust -- not necessary and pains the heart all too much. he furrows his eyebrows, hesitant on reaching out to comfort her -- not entirely sure if it would even help. he allows his hand to be placed on her shoulder, tapping his fingers gently against her figure for a small moment of solitude. “i don’t.. understand some people.” it was true. he had a hard time understanding a lot of things, even with his own world it was difficult to comprehend.

“i wish he didn’t hear them either. pretty sure he won’t but - don’t want him to pick up those words..” he lets out a sigh. anger got the best of them - but a no show to your kid? when the kid has stars shimmering in their eyes because they’ve been waiting all day to come and see you.. cruel. a bit pathetic, not wanting to show face instead of making up an excuse to pass through. he waves off the apology, their chests were heavy and they needed to lighten the load from time to time. “i’m not sure what to tell him but- it might out of pocket? i don’t want to step over my boundaries.. but i could spend a day with him. only if he’d like, of course.” his smile is gentle, pulling the hand that comforted the girl away. “and if you’re alright with that.”

#main verse: i'm in #pcstilnt #((hope the reply was okay luv! #((he is very soft and sweet with kids ;;;

[ghostvibin]

# - zeph!

cell phone headcanons for @pcstilnt ft. zeph

queen 👑 ( contact picture ) 🎶 hippie sabotage - devil eyes

[KKT] i was thinking about smth [KKT] like it’s been a good minute since [KKT] we’ve went out and had a nice date [KKT] so how about this [KKT] i’ll treat you to a nice dinner [KKT] after we have a little fun hunting [KKT] there’s a nice little party down the street [KKT] how’s that sound? [KKT] say... 5ish? reservations at 8.

#pcstilnt #a MESS THEY ARE A MESS #but i love them #chaotic duo leTSSS GOOO

[gwyynbleidd]

✖ and ☀

the salty af munday meme : @pcstilnt : accepting

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

So much. I remember when you could use giant gifs and no one would complain, aesthetics didn’t really come into play until a few years after I joined. A more positive change would be the outlook on multimuse blogs. Back when I came here, I saw so many people avoiding multimuses for reasons I still to this day don’t know of. Whatever those reasons were, I’m very happy to see heaps of these blogs around and being celebrated. Then again, I operate in my own little corner of this website and likely don’t see if some people still don’t like them.

☀ What's your rp pet peeve?

Telling me what to do. Haha, no, uh, I guess the whole SJW stuff can go too far to where it’s just white knighting and that gets under my skin. As I mentioned before returning, I experienced a person of no colour tell me how I should operate my blog as a black person and that it’s my job to correct the lack of representation in the rpc. Keep your white guilt to yourself, please.  I also hate when people kiss my ass about my writing (for whatever silly reason), ask me to write them countless starters, but then never reply unless there’s a chance for a ship or smut. Can we also stop gaslighting muns about activity?

#pcstilnt #lol yes all my complaints were about the same person. #negativity tw #( ooc ) / * idle talk .

[forsake]

“  look at me. hey— i’m right here. you’re not alone.  ” ( from Eudora )

[ x ]; accepting!

slim fingers rose up to comb themselves through the young mans hair, a soft sigh escaping his lips. he wasn't sure how they'd even gotten into this conversation— all he did was ask how the others day went and vice versa, but it seemed that she could tell something was off. things had been off for a while now. but blue being blue, there was no way he could tell her that just yet. there was no way he could speak it out loud, because then he would have to admit something was wrong.

he would have to admit his issues were real.

the fairy kept his head down, tousled hair hanging over his eyes. he fiddled with his thumbs a bit before reaching at the hem of his sweater, slightly tugging at the strings that hung from it. he could feel the other staring him down, her line of vision boring holes into the side of his head. blue didn’t have to look at her to know the very worried look she was giving him, but he knew she wasn’t going to force this out of him. she couldn’t force this out of him. she’d simply have to wait until he couldn’t take it anymore-- until it all boiled over before he’d spill the details of the unfortunate circumstances that surrounded his life.

but he liked that. some would argue that thats not entirely healthy, but that wouldn’t have been the point. there was no pressure to speak on things he wasn't ready to speak on. its all entirely up to him. his choice. and he admired it.

“ look at me. hey— “

snapping out of his daze, he slowly turned his attention to the other. glossy eyes gazing over her frowning features.

“i’m right here. you’re not alone.”

his gaze softened, and his chest ached. he knew that, and he was glad. he gave his friend a small, but genuine, smile.

“thank you...”

#file:ans #pcstilnt #rep:pcstilnt #// i hope this is alright !!! ;;;;;

[convallarya]

CONTINUATION from here CLOSED thread with @pcstilnt​

WISPS of an exhalation rose into the air, a handful of tranquility sets upon an exhausted countenance, liberating the frenzied life she seldom ignored. A feeble chuckle hence came, a rarity amidst her natural feral form, BRUTALITY sipping in to hide beneath a veil of tenderness  —  how moronic she could be, in the presence of someone she was certain would condemn her to a life of oblivion.  ❝ It takes me way more courage to admit to this, then to admit to anything else. Do you really think I'm alright with being influenced by someone else? I detest knowing there is someone who can arouse such sentiments. ❞ She was still not ashamed nor remorseful  —  she had long accepted how easily her emotions could morph in the presence of another, how easily it was for her to feel, entirely.  ❝ Delicate hearted? You AMUSE me, Dora. ❞ Genuine was the smile that crept onto the female's tiers, head tipping to the side whilst ocean orbs were locked with a tender pair, elbows resting onto knees.  ❝ And I'm not sweet talking... I would rather use those skills to someone far more interesting. ❞ A white lie was hence bluntly spelled, shoulder softly bumping against shoulder; the touch leaving behind a sugary sensation.

Unexpected was, however, the following question. Thence the tension building in, tender tissue hardening. ❝ I don't know... Does it really matter, however? ❞ A MONOTONE, casual, self-trained; an impassive countenance, sealing behind any emotion. It did not seal, albeit, the nervous tick of thumb reaching his lips, teeth gnawing at the tip.  ❝ It's not like you don't have a jester to play with. It only means your FAVOURITE toy will be missing for the time being. ❞

#「 → verse 3 — devil in disguise 」 #「 → verse 3 — para 」 #「 → verse 3 — pcstilnt (2) 」 #pcstilnt #a masterpierce ;; love it love it but please let me know if this is okay #i ruv you so kitten much ;;

[vibinsane-archive]

the smile of crimson is evident in the air and it only tugs vesper to the direction further. brown eyes soon turn to moonlight as his fangs grow from their hiding. he never had to hide his true form in front of the female. he takes note of the surroundings, how the smell multiplies indicating more than one body. he clicks his tongue, slightly disappointed he couldn’t join in on the fun, eyes gazing over to the female and shrugs. “meh, could’ve been better.” he simply states before shoving his hands into his pockets, ears perk as he takes off into a run and leans over a body, box smile on display as he turns to zephyr and points to the victim. 

“look, one’s still alive.” he states as if the said victim isn’t cowering and trying her very hardest to move away from him. he tilts his head with a small frown. “tch, you played dead pretty well, whoever decided to play a little game with everyone here actually believed you.” he eases back then covers his eyes, letting his senses take the guess as he remembers the number the female had guessed. he hums in thought before holding one finger up. “you said eight right?” he questions just to make sure before he brings his hands down. 

moonlight orbs still remain enshrouded in darkness behind his eyelids as he steps around the bodies. “my guess is.. ten in a half thanks to barely surviving female right over there.” he points towards the direction, eyes still closed before opening them as he slowly begins to count the bodies splayed out. surely, the culprit knew how to have fun just like zephyr had said. quick and light steps lands him on one of the fire escapes as he sits on them, peering over to where the female was coming from and resumes his counting. “one, two, three..” he points to each of them as he counts. “four, five… where the fuck is the sixth - oh, right there. yeesh.” he snorts seeing how the body was hanging by a limb. “seven, eight, nine..”

@pcstilnt

#pcstilnt #ft zephyr #wolfdnafusion #i missed the chaotic and messy duo so much TT

[miimpii]

@pcstilnt [ cont ]:

❛ i don’t know .  ❜ normally , jiahao stayed away from cases like these ; possession just hit   too     closely to home for him even if he had honed his powers and adjusted to the life as an unholy vessel .  the male still preferred to keep at arm's length  but this time it was ryo that came to him . requested his help as they walked through the   oddly    designed home  -- runes and sigils that he had never seen before covering every inch of the home as the two explored the place .  according to the information ; the two priests had set up barriers to keep whatever was locked at the end of the hall at bay and it’s enough to send the finest of hairs to stand up as a chill rolled down his spine .  ❛ whatever it is thought , it’s strong . ❜  strong enough to make even jiahao’s untapped and dormant abilities as he paused his steps ; the lights above them   flickering   every few seconds or so as even from where he stood he could feel the entity beyond the door .

❛ ryo .❜  her name lingers out of his lips with a hint of hesitation as the tall latter’s normally soften gaze , harden towards the wooden door . it was eerie silence , no sound -- no animalistic sounds like the two priests before them had told the pair .  ❛i don’t think this is a case we should take .❜  while he normally did not shy away from tough situations ,   something     in the pit of his stomach told him that advancing into that room would not be the wisest of choices .   ❛ are you sure this is the wisest choice you should take ,ryo ?  remember everything the two priest told us ? and yet we hear nothing ? it’s like it’s waiting for us .❜ that itself was never a good   i n d i c a t i o n     for anything.

   "I know, Jia. But...something doesn't seem to add up." She answered and turned to her friend, the look in her eyes showed firmness in her decision. There was no mistaking the powerful aura that seeped through the door in front of them -- even entering the premises was enough to make Ryo feel unnerved at first. Yet, she decided to shrug the uneasiness off and focus on the task of investigating the strange occurrences in this home. Similar to the stories she heard from the priests, Ryo was familiar with the tales of a spirit called the inugami, a familiar or spirit that stayed loyal to their masters and the family they served. But as far as she knew, inugamis were creatures who would only cause harm to people that had mistreated them; they would not harm anyone else due to their nature. They were not as animalistic as the two priests had claimed, so why would they put barriers on a spirit that was harmless?

     RYO took a step forward towards the door, the eerie whispers around them began to beckon her to come closer. "The priests said the creature was a dog-like figure, right? And that it attacked them?" She asked and took another look around the walls riddled with runes and symbols she had never seen before. "If it attacked them, there would've been at least a hint of struggle in here, or even they would have a mark on their bodies to show they were injured. But, there was none on them. Don’t you think it’s weird?" Ryo pointed out and moved cautiously towards the door. She could hear a faint whimper coming from behind it, but the moment she was about to reach for it, it opened on its own.

     OLIVE green eyes turned to Jiahao, taking a hold of his hand as she squeezed it gently and pulled him. "Come on. Maybe it needs our help."

#pcstilnt #( replies ✕ RYO )

[elysiantouch]

@pcstilnt !!

     “your witch isn’t here, intruder.” lounging on a couch that is not his own as if it is, all languid limbs and lazily blinking lids, namgi is the picture of lazy housecat. his pleasant nap had been interrupted by the turn of a key in the lock, and he knows none of his friends, nor the owner of the apartment he’s currently napping in, are due for another few hours. mismatched hues track the other’s comfortable movements through parker’s space, frown settling on lips a beat later. “out, out, he isn’t here.”

#pcstilnt #( &. narrate | namgi. ) #throwing the Only familiar p.arker knows at u #p sure i already did this but yEET :') #pls lemme know if you'd like someone/smth else tho !!! #ok im love u :(

[obciidian]

      restlessness  prickles  against  the  skin.  there  is  trepidation  contoured  across  namoo’s  expression,  to  such  extent  that  cannot  be  concealed  nor  mistaken.  there  are  actions  he’s  committed  that  cannot  be  excused  one  way  or  another,  and  ultimately  the  truth  ought  be  revealed.      ❛    i  need  to  tell  you  something...    ❜      he  had  surmised  that  doing  her  biddings  and  aiding  her  with  some  shopping  for  the  house  could  soften  her  to  a  level  of  amiability  which  will  enable  him  to  reach  out.  albeit,  when  the  last  items  are  put  in  their  place,  no  longer  does  he  feel  the  security  of  his  scheme.  

      nervous,  namoo  leans  against  the  counter  --  his  eyes  are  not  quite  avoidant,  as  they  seek  for  some  sense  of  acceptance  in  ianthina’s  gaze,  yet  unable  to  comfortably  fixate  on  her  expression...  as  if  timorous  of  the  outcome  that  would  be  presented  to  him.  hands  are  rubbed  together,  fingertips  pressing  against  knuckles.  nothing  can  alleviate  the  tension  built  in  the  thorax.      ❛    but  you  have  to  promise  you  won’t  get  mad.    ❜      ╱      @pcstilnt

#❪ queue. ❫ #❪ onm. ❫ interactions. #pcstilnt

[spoiledsovls]

@pcstilnt.

...

“wise...?” she’s blinking a few times, the compliment makes the girl blush and she’s fiddling with her fingers. hyejung had matured over the last few years, but she couldn’t take all the credit. “i learn from you.” it was a genuine acclamation, pressing her chin into the palms of her hands while she giggles. “i’m not even sayin’ this t’egg you on either.. from our first meeting to this— this reunion. i’ve always looked up t’you from the start.. like a big sister kind of.” the confession is lighthearted and true, now ruffling the edges of the hem of her shirt. maybe it was the comfort of the evening sky that allowed them to voice thoughts they haven’t — hesitant of the words she’s never said in the past but is now coming back as a full circle. the breeze welcomes them just as they did with each other, arms embracing one another for a squeeze far too long overdue. “i wish.. we could do something with the stars. dance with them. pluck ‘em. all we can do is take blurry pictures because the exposure of the light is too harsh, looking like white, messy dots.” she shakes her head, wishing they were personified. there’s a curiosity that lingers, tilting head head. “you have a new establishment? maybe that’s how i met you here in the first place, ian. thank your environment for our reunion.” she teases.

#pcstilnt #main verse: to better days #((thank you for answering bb~

[ghostvibin]

# - from ian!

cell phone headcanons for @pcstilnt ft. ian

best mum ( contact picture ) 🎶 plastic patina - lullaby

[KKT] so remember when i asked you about [KKT] how to kill certain supernatural peeps? [KKT] listen- i didn’t go to supernatural school okay [KKT] me about to ask the real question here [KKT] HOW THE HELL DO I EFFECTIVELY KILL WEREWOLVES.. AND TROLLS.. [ typing... ] [KKT] nevermind i threw shot glasses at them [KKT] MUM THE WHISKEY’S ALL GONE

#pcstilnt #here bby have this mess #and ves calling for ian bc the whiSKEY'S ALL GONE

[gwyynbleidd]

〈   @pcstilnt​ ( nari + bodhi )︰ source ︰accepting  〉

       ↳   y e l l o  w   ❛  Not I, not any one else                                      can travel that road for you                                You must travel it for yourself.                                       It is not far, it is within reach,             ��                    Perhaps you have been on it                                          since you were born                                                        and did not know   ❜

#pcstilnt #though it's my favourite colour -- #ive always sucked at these yellow colour boards. #i hope it's alright! #( ooc ) / * edits .