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@candyflcss
candyflcss ﹕ is an independent multi - muse , multi - ship , highly - selective roleplay blog , as loved by cina . 21 + , gmt + 8 , she / her . please read my guidelines before interacting/following! thank you .
01/27/2023 : on hiatus until further notice.
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man has it been months? 😭 i apologize for my absence. ive been adjusting in a new city... came here to say that i'll be going on a hiatus until ive finally adjusted...
if anyone is interested with keeping in touch on discord for threads and whatnot, i'll certainly be there.
S.COUPS GOING SEVENTEEN EP.63 ‘BAD CLUE II’ #2
@candyflcss … 🤕🤕🤕🤕
@candyflcss WAWA TYSON WALWAL TYSON
⊹ ᣞ — @gam3bo1 ˚ ₊ ·
After hell week of madness and draining material they have been studying; the overall soul-crushing mundanity of being in university made them seek for something fun to do. Something that could ease them off stress from all the schoolwork they have to do. Fortunately with Kalen mentioning of wanting to sing had stirred to the idea of a gathering. At the cafeteria in their usual table where their group sat, one of them ushers about going forth with their plans.
"Bro, carps ba kayo sa Magic Mic?" Tyson threw his arms over Calum and Tianyu's shoulders, craning his neck to look at each one of them. "Parang gusto ko magrap to let off steam. Mashado na tayong seryoso. Minsan lang naman."
Meanwhile, Keith comes in with an apple in hand, impressively tossing it in the air and back, and later taking a bite. Overhearing their conversation, he asks, "Oh? Tuloy pala yun? Anong oras daw? Baka kasi alanganin ako. My shift starts around 3pm."
he chuckled as he slowly lifted her up, clearing his throat as his hands quickly fell back against his sides. he didn’t want to make her uncomfortable for touching her for so long.”uh, y-yea of course your welcome, anytime, im minho it’s nice to meet you.”
A pink hue began to diffuse over her features as soon as he lifted her up, trying to hide the obvious tint by tilting her head down, letting her blonde locks curtain over her face. Although she manages to smile against the embarrassing heat against her cheeks. " It's a pleasure to meet you, sir... Minho. I'm Tia. Just Tia. "
Meet Uglies & Ugly Situations
ideas for first meetings which… aren’t as ideal as first meetings could be. emetophobia, car accident, illness, gun violence, and other general whump trigger warnings apply.
Car accident - some form of on-road collision between the two muses
Late night - our muses live nextdoor to each other, and keep waking each other up accidentally for whatever reason (one works days and one works nights, etc)
Sick - one muse throws up or passes out on the other while in a public place/on public transport.
Party - one muse is not having a great time at a party or bar for whatever reason. Out of options, they ask the other muse for help escaping/leaving/etc.
Followed - one muse is being followed/threatened and knocks on the other muse’s door in search of shelter.
Hold-up - the two muses are held up together. (Alternatively: one muse holds up the other.)
Fast food - neither muse enjoys fast food, but that’s where they meet, in a bad fast food restaurant at 3am trying to get something to eat.
Drowning - one muse saves the other from drowning. This is a meet ugly because drowning is, I promise, not very attractive.
Soaked - one muse is waiting for a bus/taxi on the side of the road. The other muse drives through a puddle and soooooaks them through. they either pull over or recognise each other at a later coincidental crossroads.
Spill - one muse spills their coffee on the other. And on their laptop. and their book. just their table in general, actually.
@candyflcss sent : [ wake ] to any muse of your choosing. / nonverbal meme prompts
don't get her wrong — yumi lives and breathes to travel . anywhere , any how , whenever . but that didn't mean the whole process wasn't absolutely exhausting , sometimes irritating either . and the time difference always knocking her off her feet , so i helps to take a cat nap every now and then during the trip there , so she doesn't come out a complete sleep-deprived zombie .
she was gently taken out of slumber , startled for a second before she rubbed her eyes sleepily , sitting up in her seat . " what is it ? are we there yet ? " she questioned , holding in a yawn but traces of anticipation and excitement still evident in her voice .
After consistent encounters at airport lounges and in-flights, they were bound to be fast friends. With their shared thrist for travel, they came up a plan to go hike the mountains. While it's been a two-hour drive to their destination, Clara is afraid of waking her sooner than later. She wouldn't want her companion disturbed, peaceful countenance soundly asleep as she peeks over her shoulder. Corners of her cherry-tinted lips quirks up a smile whilst she lowers down the radio's volume and tucks a blanket up to her neck.
Just as they arrived on schedule, it was time to take her out of slumber. Her hand gently rubbing her arm, softly whispering, " We're here, babes. " Casual as she's always been with her terms of endearment. " It was hard to wake you up. You sound as if you haven't slept properly in a long while, and don't worry about snoring ! You didn't ! You're fine ! "
@candyflcss 🤒🤒🤒🤒🤒🤒
"humiga ka nga lang d'yan," beau says, tone too firm and exasperated for someone attending to a sick person. to be fair, tyson's also acting too stubborn for someone bedridden, so. he gets what he deserves. "i'll be back in an hour—even less. i just have to buy medicine. i'll get you food din."
Tyson was too stubborn for his own good, face flushing as he spiked up a fever, wanting to get up and go but Beau has him glued to his bed. He could careless as long as he is able to stand with his own two feet like its nothing, like there's nothing to worry about. " But I'm fine, hubs. It's not like it's going to cost me my life. I can shower the heat away — okay lang talaga ako. "
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ for @candyflcss
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ “i just wanted you to know that this is me trying.”
" i forgive you. as long as we communicate properly... " Crained his head to the side, hint of sincerity in his eyes. " so... no more secrets?" @bluehoured
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ for @candyflcss
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ “you’re the habit that i can’t break.”
heat coursing through her cheeks, blushing from his remark. " people change. eventually, habits will break. " @bluehoured
First Love 初恋 Episode 2 - Your Voice - tastes like cigarettes - call it ‘flavor’
extremely sorry for not informing everyone that I switched to a multi-muse blog from being a single muse blog ADSKJHSADAWUL
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ for @candyflcss
⸝⸝ ʚ;ɞ “it’s never goodbye.”
" then what is ? " mid-slurping into her noodles, attention all onto her. @bluehoured
As a member of a chaebol family, there are a lot of things that are expected from him. Many people would think that being part of the upper echelon of society is necessarily a good thing. Yes, it is good since he could pretty much get whatever he wants. But just like that, everything that he has have its equal price. It was those expectations that drowned him half of his life. Everything was calculated, based on data and facts--cold and unfeeling. Then suddenly it wasn't. He remembered the first time that he saw her, they were so young, naive and full of life. College. At first glance, he was a goner, he was absolutely smitten. It was a whirlwind of youthful love, so passionate and just felt so right. She became the sun of his universe, his world revolved around her. Until suddenly, she wasn't. It's not her fault, it was his. He didn't want to drag her into the mess that is his family. Practically disowned doesn't sound too appealing to someone like her who has a bright future ahead of her. He would just drag her down, and he would rather disappear than do just that.
For a while, he thought that she was the one that got away. But fate has a funny thing of doing things and they found themselves into each other's arms again. He accepted her anger--rightly so. And in return he showed and made her feel the love and care that she deserved from him from the start. And there they were.
His fingers dance across the keylock and glided into his apartment, his mind still reeling from the events of the day. Sighing, he tried to compose himself--but he knew he wasn't doing a good job. He tried to smile, he tried. But to her, he felt like an open book. There was no hiding from her eyes. He bit his lip as she came closer, and in a moment there he was draped over her small figure with his arms warped around her.
He didn't say anything and instead just buried his face on the crook of her neck. His emotions was everywhere. He was reeling from the toxic mixture of anxiety, anger and frustration all because of his family. Just when he thought that their generation would be so different.
"Later. I'll tell you later." He murmurs. He tightens his hold onto her and just breathed. "Just... Let's just stay like this for moment."
Reminiscent of their years in university when the in-betweens shared made butterflies flutter in the pit of her stomach, blushing a saturated pink hue against countenance, along with the touch-starved instances. Even the bantering and contending at each inconvenience counted for a sprouting crush for him. Everything was so simple then, that they would only be worrying about their studies, and with the little petty occasions of not being able to receive a text instantly.
His present state of distress just reminds her of the days when he'd find him snuggled against the crook of her neck. And as Clara feels all the emotions welling from his visage, she falls silent as she quietly comforts him with her palms softly patting his back. She could feel her heart beating out of her chest from the way he was holding her, arms wrapping her petite figure into a tight hug.
" Okay. " Clara hummed and pats softly, letting him breathe into her skin while she pressed her lips for a quick peck on his temple. " I'm here. I'll be here when you feel the need to vent, okay ? "
@mingunissi
cont'd from here @flippedthat
Hues flicker towards the glimmering piece around her neck and back to her pair of marbles, comparing colours and contrasting brilliance as she peered up and down infront of the mirror. Licorice-painted nails graze against the steel dullness of the chain to the sharpness of the jewel that has been cut and faceted, while the corners of her lips raise into a smile as she looked back at arlo through the glass mirror. " You've been awfully generous these days, that it makes me so fucking lucky to have you as my boyfriend — I love it ! " With glee coating her voice as she expressed admiration, she top it off with a quick peck on his cheek. " Where on earth have you gotten me this ? "
By the time he had finished clasping the necklace around her, she caught a whiff of iron somewhere, however couldn't pinpoint where it was coming from. It evidently made her own brows collide for a moment to check where it came from, but later shook it off when she couldn't find the source. Not important, perhaps. The radio speaking gibberish at this point when she proceed to ask about his day. " Tell me about today. How's work ? "
