[cozysafe]

on semi hiatus as of 06.21

✿ cozysafe. a queer, selective, multi-muse, multi-ship indie made worse by liz ( est, she/her, thirty+, bipoc ) do not interact if you are under 21, write underage muses, write taboo content, write real people, or use krp tags // br kukuromis, pinterest

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[cozysafe]

i've got a bit of a headache so no replies just yet... i still want to fix my tags and my pinterest boards today, too.

i've also followed a couple new people... that seem kind of familiar, like i might have followed in the past and have been soft blocked so if you've soft blocked me in the past and i followed you again, i'm sorry... my memory just sucks.

anyways, i'll be around a bit later tonight for replies!

[choiyeonjuns]

YEONJUN FOR CALVIN KLEIN

[faelightt]

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[alicerohrwacher]

KAOS (2024)

[cozysafe]

i am 🤏🏻this close🤏🏻 to revamping my tags because i suddenly hate them, thank god the tag replacer exists bc i have over 600 posts and another 270 lined up in my queue and that'd be a real nightmare to do by hand

[lakaran]

There is nothing more that punches down his mood or enthusiasm for the day when he was dragged out of his dorm by his least favourite person in the world with a promise of a good time. Well, it should have been a good time, right? But where was the promised time? Dion was about to leave the venue after putting up the facade of a happy student catching up with a fellow senior until a familiar eyes held his gaze and just like the annoyance within him dissipated as if the feeling was not there to begin with that all his mind could do to decorate the blank space was to ask these series of questions: how are you? how have you been? where were you? Just when he found an opening to excuse himself to approach Beagle — huh. Was that a figment of his imagination? Maybe it is. Maybe he need to lay off the grass once the semester is settled because it might be doing number to his so-called smart brain and maybe he needed to call it a day. Dion was making a turn to inform his dorm-mate that he is leaving — Beagle — "Hey. So it is you" Dion could not help but for the smile on his face to bloom like a spring. "I wasn't imagining things then. You look not too shabby yourself. I guess campus's life glows you up huh?"

[cozysafe]

the smile on dion's face was the lsat thing beagle had expected. he'd prepared himself for the possibility of polite conversation, maybe an awkward exchange between two people who used to know each other and had become strangers somewhere along the way, but not this. not the obvious relief of knowing he hadn't imagined him standing there. it left him feeling strangely off balance, like he'd been walking into a conversation with one expectation only to find himself faced with another entirely. a quiet laugh slipped out at the comment, and beagle glanced down at himself briefly as if he was genuinely trying to figure out what exactly dion was seeing. "campus life glow-up?" he repeated, the corner of his mouth lifting slightly. "i don't know if i'd call it that. i think i just stopped dressing like i lost a fight with my closet." he looked back at him, the amusement in his expression softening into something a little more genuine. it was strange seeing dion again, not because he looked different, but because he didn't. there was still pieces of the person beagle remembered hiding beneath the years between them. "i didn't know you were here," he admitted after a moment, his fingers brushing absently against the edge of his pocket. beagle, himself, had only transferred. "i guess i didn't really know much about what you've been doing since we left."

[lightsideofseoul]

           ❛ Are you really doing this right now, Weilong? ❜            Tamara said it because her appreance should’ve been enough to make him believe her.

[cozysafe]

"it wouldn't be the first time you've overreacted, tamara." weilong's tone still as flat as ever. "you've really got a flare for the dramatics."

[ang3lmoans]

Can we just order food tonight? I don’t think either of us has the energy to cook. We probably shouldn’t drink on empty stomachs. Angel paused halfway through getting the glasses down. “…Yeah.” His voice carried easily through the apartment. “Yeah… that’s probably smarter.” He rubbed at the back of his neck before grabbing the tequila and bringing the glasses to the living room. “I don’t think I could survive cooking right now.” A tired smile tugged at his lips. “I’d probably burn cereal.” He wandered toward the edge of the kitchen, leaning against the open space so he could see Garam again. Somehow, just having him in sight eased the tightness in his chest. Angel “…You pick.” He gestured between them, “I am absolutely not capable of making another decision tonight.” His smile was small, apologetic. “I’m not picky.” A quiet shrug lifted one shoulder. “Whatever sounds good to you sounds good to me.” Angel wandered over to the couch and plopped down. His stomach gave a faint, belated growl, making him blink. “…I guess I was hungrier than I thought.”Another weak laugh escaped him. “…Get enough for leftovers.” His voice was quieter now. “I have a feeling neither of us is going to want to think about cooking tomorrow either.” His fingers curled a little tighter around the bottle before he smiled again, this one softer than the last. “And Garam, thank you.” There was no need to explain what he meant. For staying, for believing him, for reminding him to eat when he hadn’t even considered it. Angel arranged the cups on th coffee table and picked up the tequila bottle. “I’ll pour the shots,” he called over his shoulder. “You decide dinner.” When he was down pouring, he slid the shot to Garam. “I trust your judgment a whole lot more than mine tonight.”

[cozysafe]

garam accepted the shot without drinking it right away, his fingers curling loosely around the small glass before he reached for his phone instead. for a moment he simply stared at the screen, his thumb hovering over the delivery app as though even deciding what to eat required more energy than he had left. eventually he opened it anyway, scrolling through the familiar list of nearby restaurants until a local chinese place caught his eye. he barely hesitated. it was close, dependable, and warm. that was enough tonight. besides, he'd always preferred ordering from the smaller asian restaurants whenever he could. "you said i get to pick," he murmured, more to fill the silence than anything else. "we'll go with chinese." he didn't wait for much of an answer before adding a handful of familiar dishes to the cart. fried rice, orange chicken, beef and broccoli, chow mein, and a couple appetizers. enough that they wouldn't have to think about tomorrow's meal either. his attention never stayed on his phone for very long. every few seconds, almost without realizing he was doing it, his eyes drifted back toward angel. the movement was subtle, quick enough that it might've looked absentminded to anyone else, but garam noticed every little thing. whether angel's breathing had started to even out again. whether his hands had stopped shaking. whether he was still looking at the floor or somewhere far away. whether his expression changed, even for a second. he never asked if angel was okay. there wasn't a version of tonight where the answer would've been yes, and making him say it aloud felt cruel somehow. instead, he settled for watching, quietly making sure nothing had changed while his attention was elsewhere. once the order was placed, garam found himself staring at the estimated delivery time for a second longer than he needed to. thirty-seven minutes. it was strangely comforting. thirty-seven minutes was something he could understand. something that would happen whether the rest of the world made sense or not. garam set his phone back down on the coffee table, his gaze lingering on the delivery estimate for another second. "thirty-six minutes," he murmured, more to himself than anyone else. he hesitated, only briefly, before bringing the shot to his mouth and then tipped it back in one smooth swallow. the tequila burned going down, and for once he didn't mind it. "i'm going to get so fat from this," he muttered with the faintest ghost of a smile, glancing toward angel. "takeout two nights in a row, so many carbs. you better still love me when my belly gets chubby." he set the empty shot glass down beside his phone before leaning back against the couch with a quiet sigh. one hand absently drifted to his bare stomach, rubbing slow circles over it as though he could already feel the mountain of rice and noodles making itself at home.

[yum-nyang]

[cozysafe]

i will be on a bit later this evening for replies, and maybe post some more open starters for my new muses. i just wanna play this dinosaur game, i've been so obsessed with it for the past few weeks.

[cozysafe]

muse : brandon 'beagle' spring, spike fearn, twenty three, art student open to : any plot : inspired by normal people ⸺ they're polar opposites who ended up in a sort of situationship while in high school but drifted after going to university, he's never gotten over y/m but beagle is under the impression that y/m has moved on after running into each other at some random college party. cue awkward re-meeting.

college had a funny way of shrinking the world when beagle least expected it. one minute he was looking for a quieter place to stand, and the next he was staring at someone he'd spent years trying not to think about. they looked happy⸺happy enough that he'd long since assumed they'd forgotten whatever they'd been to each other back in high school. rather than linger long enough to make himself miserable, beagle quietly slipped away, deciding a lap around the house was better than standing there wondering if he should say something. he wasn't expecting to run into them again so soon, not until he turned the corner and found himself face-to-face with the one person he'd been trying to avoid. for a second, he just stared, caught off guard by how familiar and unfamiliar they looked all at once. "oh, shit⸺hey," he finally said, a small, awkward smile appearing as he shoved one hand into his pocket. "you look good. i mean ... i didn't recognize you at first."

[hyunpic]

hyunjin @ the guess pop-up [room 1981]

[ang3lmoans]

Angel melted the second Garam’s arms came around him. Not because the embrace solved anything; it didn't. Axel still existed, so did the video. Tomorrow still waited for them, but for one fleeting moment, the frantic part of his mind stopped clawing at the walls of his chest. He rested his forehead against Garam’s shoulder, letting himself simply exist there. Angel didn’t move away from the embrace immediately. He let himself stay there, forehead resting against Garam’s shoulder, breathing in slow, uneven breaths until the sobs finally loosened their grip on his chest. He could still feel the sting behind his eyes, the ache in his throat from crying and getting sick, but for the first time in what felt like hours, he wasn’t fighting to breathe. I think I need a drink. Angel blinked; for a second, he simply stared at him. Then, surprising himself, a tiny, tired smile pulled at one corner of his mouth. “…Me too.” His voice was rough from crying; he rubbed at his eyes again. “…I think I need one too.” He let out a weak laugh that carried no real humor. His gaze drifted toward the kitchen. “I want something that burns for a reason I understand.” The admission hung quietly between them. Angel laughed once under his breath, embarrassed by how that sounded. “…That was probably the most dramatic sentence I’ve ever said.”He scrubbed a hand over his face. “I'll grab something for us,” he muttered as he staggered up to the kitchen. “Vodka or tequila?”

[cozysafe]

garam watched angel disappear into the kitchen, his eyes lingering in that direction for several long seconds after he'd gone. only once angel's back was turned did the small, reassuring smile he'd been wearing finally disappear. it slipped away so quietly that even he wasn't sure when he'd stopped holding it there. the apartment settled into an uneasy silence again, broken only by the faint sounds of cupboards opening somewhere beyond the living room. for the first time, garam found himself entirely alone with his thoughts. they hit him all at once. he leaned forward until his elbows rested heavily against his thighs, both hands coming up to cover his face as a slow, shaky breath escaped him. another followed. he stayed there, fingers pressed lightly against his temples, trying to quiet the relentless noise in his own head before it swallowed him whole. the image of a hidden camera sitting silently on a shelf refused to leave him. neither did the memory of darius describing the recording. angel saying no. axel pulling him back down. forty seconds that somehow managed to make everything both better and worse at the same time. his stomach twisted. relief. guilt. anger. fear. they refused to settle into any sort of order, each emotion crashing into the next until he could barely tell where one ended and another begin. every time he thought he'd managed to push one aside, another took it's place. he squeezed his eyes shut, dragging in another slow breath through his nose before letting it out just as carefully. he couldn't fall apart. not now. angel needed one of them to keep footing tonight, and garam had already decided that was going to be him, even if it meant carrying the weight of everything in silence. then angel asked which drink garam preferred, the question pulling him back before he had the chance to sink any deeper into himself. he stayed where he was for another second, then slowly lowered his hands from his face and looked toward the kitchen. "tequila," he answered quietly, his voice still rough around the edges. "it worked last time." a tired, almost sheepish smile flickered across his face before disappearing again, recalling that first night they drank shot after shot. "a couple shots and i'm probably done for." especially with an empty stomach. he let the thought hang for a moment before another occurred to him, one so ordinary it almost felt out of place after everything that had happened. "can we just order food tonight?" he asked, glancing toward the kitchen. "i don't think either of us has the energy to cook, we probably shouldn't drink on empty stomachs."

[cozysafe]

i have the ai option turned off on pinterest, as everyone should, but somehow spicy ai hyunlix pics keep showing up on my feed and it's killing me.

[sadocanine]

being into having my cock worshipped feels so silly. like yeah, i want you to tell me how pretty and thick it is and kiss it and touch it and take it and brag about it and let me take photos of it on your face and

[popawat]

THAME-PO: HEART THAT SKIPS A BEAT