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#i made eunjae and parker and beck and sohye and kale sop #sohye and kale share a blog but

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run-throughs:

i’m only alone when i close my eyes.

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i’m a history waiting to be written.

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i’m a history waiting to be written.

#im here now #and im making another standalone for sohye #and that's it for now #i still have the other characters on twitter though!#and my personal is jongheaux if you want to follow me

imremaking this blog im not in the mood lmao...

#i may do a few solo blogs from this blog instead #like...3 at max #though i may start with 1 just so i can focus on 1 character at a time #i can use twitter for the whole damn mob of children i have

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ook i got the new xkit, time to revamp shit

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fuck i have Zero Icons on my new laptop

#yall missed a lot of stuff i moved into a student apt and i live w 3 roommates and im dad-free and my laptop is nice and cute and not that s #slow #[ ooc. ]

xsanguinemx how u rp on this Fucked Fucking Hell

#help me im so lost oh my god #my entire....like....5 yrs of tumblr rp experience is like #useless rn lmao #[ ooc. ]

god damnit

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............whats good

#ive been gone so long bye #how do yall rp on this fucked up update??/ i dled dashback but idk if its gonna help me lmao #[ ooc. ]

’ mm. that’s good. ’ pain is evident on the commander’s face; he does not have the kingly skill that his stepfather (damn him, damn that man to the deepest level of hell.) had of concealing every emotion behind an iron mask. he is but a bastard prince cut from marble and transmuted into sponge; both husband and wife know why the elescotian king is here. wringing his hands, he clears his throat, looking up at the woman (oh, god– princess diana had nothing on this angel; was the lord sure all of his soldiers were accounted for?), dress shoes scuffing quietly against carpeted floor. ‘ are we allowed to talk? am i allowed to kiss you? ‘ the man makes no action, no brash move, unless he has her permission– in his stress, he did not take into account of the hurt and the obsession he projected onto others. the desire to have the PERFECT elescotian royal family drove him mad, and for a while, they had called him the mad king. a fitting title. she was one of the ones he hurt the most– that seven-pm phone call of sheer paranoia projected as the wrath of a deadly sin shattered the woman and the man both, and made the final slit in the ice to divide him from his beautiful wife, his adoring son. damn it, damn it, damn it all to hell.

“yeah.” she’s quick to try and swallow down her pride, to get the wasps to stop stinging her stomach lining. every time her eyes dart up to his. it feels as if there’s another loaded gun shooting a bullet into her gut. his gaze is a militia of pain right now, as it had never been before. thoughts of her own paranoia rise to the surface of broth, like fat in soup. aiko’s shaky, as she removes glasses from her face. maybe the first step to healing is to show her weaknesses, but it wasn’t something she would do for anyone. the first step to healing was trusting him again. with tight lips, and eyes gazing down, she nods. “i won’t stop you.”

#[ c: aiko. ]#[ p: sebastian ]

i made a sohye mix!

#[ c: sohye. ]

He lifts the chilled spoon from his bowl and taps it on his lips mindlessly. He’s calm, and it’s a feeling that he hadn’t felt in quite a while. He was going to start medical school in the fall, and this summer break made Wooseok feel like he was in the eye of a hurricane. Instead of rain and wind, however, he was stuck in a flurry of exams and quizzes. He felt like he had to use whatever time he had left to hang out with Sohye and Minhyuk as much as possible. He wasn’t sure how much energy he’d have once school started off again.

There was a reason why medical students always made mnemonics with sexual innuendos- they didn’t have any time or energy to start dating. He was glad that that was one thing that he didn’t have to worry about- he was happy with Minhyuk, and his relationship with Sohye was just as nice in its own right. The relationship that the three of them had was complicated to describe, but Wooseok was never fond of labels. It wasn’t really anyone else’s business, either.

“Yeah- thanks for inviting me over.”

He nuzzles her neck, his eyes wandering over to the TV momentarily. He doesn’t like reality shows, and he’s not particularly fond of Charli, either.

sohye’s schedule isn’t exactly clear, either--she’d been lucky to grab a dance teaching job that payed way more than it should have, straight after graduation (thanks to a favorite professor), but at least she had say in it, and at least it was consistent. she’d easily drop anything--even her career--to make sure that either of her boys were safe and okay. it's something that borderlines on absolutely rare and precious--this kind of care, this kind of love. it’s something she can only describe in metaphors, maybe in skeletal terms that could be broken with the lightest hammer. she’s only got so much emotion, care, energy to spend on people. spending it on two people in equal parts isn’t something she’d typically do.

she smiles and pets his hair, tucks his head underneath her chin. her fingers slip between strands, twist them around. her hands are cold, but maybe it’s in a relaxing way. everything about her emanates warmth, from her smile to her affectionate gestures. she’s a fire under a sheet of ice.

“of course! i missed you. i’m keeping you here as long as i can,” she teases.

#[ c: sohye. ]#[ p: wooseok. ]#pda //

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