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—– ERA AESTHETIC.

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Rules : bold the aesthetic that applies to your muse. repost. don’t reblog.

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋.

tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. loose ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄.

freckles. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons.tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours.staying in uncrowded coffee-shops.worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your kneesocks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄.

dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs.high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim lights. colourless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂.

chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble. sculptures. expensive perfume. breakfasts in bed. reading about mythology.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋.

compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

#{ blood of the lazarus heart }#[[THIS ONE'S HARD I KEEP WANTING TO BOLD EVERYTHING]]

y ELLS,

the cpu of my old computer got wiped and i lost...a lot of stuff ; v ; but my brother gave me his backup laptop so i’m technically??? back in business !! hopefully i’ll be able to post more regularly as i try to remember what writing feels like

#{ cherry bomb - OOC }

“Everything,” Which might not have been a proper response to the question but does it even really matter when weirder things are happening? Though clearly that’s not the main thing that’s concerning young Noriaki either.

His older self has just caught him on a particularly bad time where he’s recieved a test back and the marks he’s gotten were a little less than satisfactory. His parents definitely wouldn’t be happy, that’s for sure.

The boy was hoping he could drag out his time and not head home just yet by hanging around one of the more secluded playgrounds in the area. He even considered throwing away the test paper if it wasn’t for the fact that he needed a parent’s signature for it.

“I can’t even be normal right…” He sniffed bitterly. Maybe the older self in front of him now isn’t even real. Maybe just something to make himself feel better.

— Kakyoin sympathizes. He still isn’t sure what has hurt his younger self so deeply — but does it matter? He sees the pain in his eyes, hears the frustration in his voice, and he understands. He remembers what it feels like to be this small, to feel that the world is against him and lack the confidence needed to hold his head high.

He also knows that things will change. If he can let this younger Noriaki know this, now, when he needs to hear it —

“What were you trying to do, that went so wrong?”

#notsodaily-smolkakyoin #{ verse TBD }#[[aww thanks roy ;w; ]]

@silvercharict | cont. from here

Kakyoin lifts a hand to his mouth. It isn’t prudent to laugh, and normally he doesn’t find Polnareff’s shenanigans all that funny. There’s just a consistency to them — the bathroom? why always the bathroom? — that makes it painful not to smile.

He stands a safe distance away — he’s not going to risk getting splashed — and wraps several of his Stand’s prehensile tendrils around Polnareff’s calf.

“What was it this time?” he asks, humoring him. “Did something try to grab you?”

#silvercharict #{ we forget how fragile we are }#[[thanks for being so patient with this reply!! i hope it's alright if i moved it to a new post.]]

ゴゴゴゴゴゴ

The corridors of the mansion were often quiet at night, barely illuminated by the dim light emanating from the candles. The occasional sounds of footsteps and murmurs never lasted—vanishing once they had entered their room and shut the door behind them. What his people did behind closed doors wasn’t of his business.

DIO rarely was anywhere else that wasn’t the library, or in rare occurrences, the botanical garden or the prayer room. It was an oddity to find him equally wandering the halls, but something was making him… uneasy. After writing a couple of pages on his diary, he felt incapable of staying still. Just like Noriaki, it seemed.

“——You couldn’t sleep?” He repeats searching for affirmation, stepping out of the shadows to barely show a glimpse of his face. His golden eyes stood out like ambers, gazing into the other with mild amusement. “——Is there something troubling you, Noriaki?”

Kakyoin swallows. What is there for him to say, without there being a risk involved? The war plays on in his head, as it has for months: the desire for him to speak his mind, to spill his guts about every insecurity to the only friend who will really listen and care; the remaining threads that work overtime to hold onto himself, the small parts that want him to be stronger. He doesn’t know what he wants anymore — or, he does — but he pleads with himself not to want it.

He raises his eyes, meets Dio’s for the briefest moment. The war fades away — present, but quieter. Like a whisper in a crowd.

“Strange dreams,” he replies, soft but even. “I can’t bear to stay in one place after a nightmare. I thought the walk would help clear my mind.”

#xgodlike #{ gardens in the desert sand }#[[thanks for being so patient w me all this time uwu ]]

a quick apology: as suddenly as i’ve come back, i’ve just as suddenly developed some really god-awful computer problems. i’ll be as active as i can in the next week or so, but until i get things fixed my access to tumblr desktop is going to be limited ;w; sorry for the inconvenience!!

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17y/o in egypt

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“I can’t do anything right.” [[welcome back 8') ]]

It feels strange— the sensation of looking at this younger version of himself. Like a reflection in a distorted mirror. A reflection that can speak. Someone that is him, but also not. Strange— but not the strangest thing that’s ever happened to him.

He’s never been particularly good with children— does it still fall under that category if the child in question is himself?— but he still tries, bending at the knees so as not to loom over him.

We both know that’s not true, is what he wants to say, but he refrains in favor of something gentler.

“What makes you say that?”

#notsodaily-smolkakyoin #[[aaaa thank you roy it's good to be back <3]]

“Why are you awake right now?”

Kakyoin halts midway down the corridor. The night breeze coming through the open windows, pleasantly cool before, now feels icy and thin.

By the light of the moon he sees Dio in pieces—bits of gold and alabaster, looming, sparkling—an incomplete picture. This is his daytime, Kakyoin reminds himself. The hours when he roams free. His eyes are not visible from the gloom, and yet Kakyoin can feel them watching.

“—I couldn’t sleep.” He casts his own glance downward, away from Dio’s scrutiny; hates himself for his cowardice, but does it even so. “I thought a walk would help.”

#{ gardens in the desert sand }#xgodlike #[[thank you for the starter! it feels good to be back ;w; ]]

honeyboychangbin

Sentence Starters

“I’ve never seen one of these completely to my taste so i decided to make my own!

ANGST

“I can’t do anything right.”

“Please don’t cry.”

“Why are you awake right now?”

“Why are you lying to me?”

“Wake up! Please wake up.”

“Forget it, you’re a fucking asshole.”

“Don’t you ever do that again!”

“Is that blood?” “…..No?”

“Please don’t lie to me again, I can’t take it.”

“Do you even still love me?”

“Nobody’s seen you in days.”

“Why are you awake?”

“I’m worried about you.”

“Can you shut up for once in your life?”

“Holding everything in doesn’t help, you know.”

“Are you hurt?” “No.” “Then why are there bruises all over your face?”

“If you don’t hug me right now I think I might fall apart.”

“Leave! Me! Alone!”

FLUFF

“Go with me?” “As long as you hold my hand.”

“Is there a reason you’re blushing like that?”

“Have you seen my hoodie?” “Nooo.” “You’re wearing it, aren’t you?”

“Have you always been this beautiful?”

“OH you’re jealous!”

“Can we stay like this forever?”

“Please just kiss me already.”

“I think you might be my soulmate.”

“Sleep over? Please?”

“Are we on a date right now?”

“I think I’m in love with you.”

“He’s so pretty I think I’m gonna faint.”

“Are you flirting with me?” “You finally noticed?”

“Am I your lockscreen?” “You weren’t supposed to see that.”

“I missed you so much.”

“Do you think the moon is jealous of how pretty you are?”

“I’m here for you.”

“I wish we could live together already.”

MISC

“All I do is drink coffee and say bad words.”

“Quit touching me, your feet are cold!”

“I think I just ripped my pants.”

“Sharing is caring, now give me the hoodie!”

“Can I pet your dog?” “Do I know you?”

“Did you seriously just get your foot stuck in a toilet?” “Maybe.”

“If I die, I’m haunting you first.”

“But I’ve never told you that before.”

“Stop being grumpy, it’s lame.”

“So, uh, I locked the keys in the car.”

“Is the cat in a onesie?” “Uh, no?

“Can we please stop running? I think I’m dying.”

“You come here often?” “Well, I work here. So I think I’d have to say ‘yes’.”

“Aren’t we supposed to be working?”

“Give me attention.”

“YOU SAID TO BE HONEST STOP HITTING ME!”

“Okay, so maybe I didn’t see that coming.”

“I’m too sober for this.” “You don’t even drink.” “Maybe I should start.”

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