fate in a world of coincidences

۞ This is a story, a story of how coincidences become fate and how fate rules your life before you even realize it. This is a story of not underestimating the weak and not expecting too much of the strong. This is a story about life, what is, should have and will be written. But what is never written in stone, is your role in this story of a thousand lifetimes. ✰ ✰ ✰ ●●

[d0630]

So, uh, bye. Kinda.

Due to recent events and a hell of a lot of work being pushed onto me because life kind of sucks like 24/7, I'm leaving this account inactive. I may or may not deactivate it but I know for certain that this account is done. I'm not gone for good if any of you were worried about that but I'm only keeping two muses off this account since I absolutely adore them and have lots of ideas for them. But yeah, this is the last post on here so bye guys! Hopefully, you'll come interact on my two new accounts which will be linked below. 

TL;DR - I'm leaving, multicharas are too hard to run, 2 new accounts, links below, you guys should totes come follow me on one or both, I love you guys, bye.

NEW ACCOUNTS~

blackandbluecomics.tumblr.com

http://theravendoctor.tumblr.com/

[theravendoctor]

"Sometimes the Reapers don't always finish the job."

Emergency lung surgery, 65 years old, chain smoker for 30 years and vehemently denied any troubles prior to today. Little chance of living unless a near perfect transplant was made. Yunho was brought in on special call to perform this surgery and felt seemingly ten ton beads of sweat drip down the side of his face as he carefully made almost minuscule incisions into the man’s chest. As he was heading to get the man’s new liver, the doctor’s hands froze and he felt his breath being sucked out of him as a much deeper, much more sinister voice crooned in his ear; his voice the promises the Elysium as he led you down the Fields of Punishment.

"Why should he live? He hasn’t done anything for society, nothing to help and he should get the lungs of someone who deserves them?" It hissed, as if clawing at the insides of Yunho’s mind. 'No, no I have to save him, it's my job.' He spoke internally, hands trembling as he fought for control against the voice. “No, your job, pet, is to help me execute those who don’t deserve to walk this pathetic excuse for society. Now kill him.” 

With no choice, he turned back to the drugged patient, eyes soulless and hazed over as a small smirk curled over the right corner of chapped lips, invisible underneath his mask. Just one cut, that’s all it took, a centimeter too deep, too long. 

And there it was, the joyous ringing of the flat line, the end of a patient’s chance for consciousness. As other doctors filed in, Yunho’s eyes filled out again, not quite so hollow or dazed and he did it again, another breakdown. 

Rushing out, the faint sound of broken sobs echoed throughout the East wing, simply dismissed as a visitor who lost a loved one.

Not as a man who had fallen into the pit of insanity.

"Good pet." 

Literate | AU | Para&Action&Plot Friendly | Trigger Warning | Reblog/Follow | About

[dearzxella]

There’s a reason they say don’t trust foreigners. 

Especially small ones with ridiculously enormous eyes and a penchant for throwing glitter everywhere.

And that reason came flying by as a girl fitting that exact description raced down the city streets on a bright pink bicycle she had just bought, tossing flyers out to any bystander unfortunate enough to be close enough with a shrieking giggle. Each flyer had glitter flying all over business suits and school uniforms, all reading the same thing; 

"I’m Zoe Sugg and if you have received this you saw a small woman riding into the winter sunset laughing not unlike a madwoman. If so, good, proceed to step two. Find me and be my friend, do it, now, run. Reblog and Follow the Hufflepuff Train. Maybe if I really like you I’ll give you a free makeover. And don’t you dare like this and not join the Hufflepuff Train, I will attack you with a foundation brush!"

Was it desperate? Maybe. Did she care? Not at all.

Literate | | Para Preferred | | Rare 18+ Content | | About | | Come Plot!

[blackandbluecomics]

"Categorize me, I'll defy every label." 

Why do we tell children they can’t do something?

Because they’re too young?

Because they aren’t mature enough?

Because they won’t understand until they’re older?

Isn’t it silly that we tell our children that, when they’ll be the next generation of innovation? Why not let our children explore every possibility of color, light and music?

Because we’re afraid they could change the world.

Literate | | Para&Script || Some 18+ || AU || About&Inbox

[illinicoise]

“But if you forget to reblog Madame Zeroni, you and your family will be cursed for always and eternity.”

[spn-fandom-breathing-heavily]

not even risking that shit

[animalxinstincts-deactivated201]

Jinnie, is this how it works? The camera's on? Oh, cool.

Hi! I’m Ren and we’re new here and, despite the fact that we’re laying low it would be nice to have some friends around? If you would just like and reblog this or something, to pass it around that would be awesome! Thanks a lot!

multichara oc blog based off of max ride | 18+ may be posted | reblog & follow & like | mirrored literacy

[d0630]

@momoko

[ Lack of inspiration and just generally too busy OOC ]

[d0630]

So

I'm strongly thinking of putting this blog either on extended hiatus or just deleting it altogether

[d0630]

{/his body curls into a tight ball out of instinct, a small spot of ice seeping out beneath him like freshly split blood as he snored}

[gxsxnggxl-deactivated20140325]

… Too bad I’m not strong enough to carry you to bed. [/the words are almost mocking, but there’s a hint of remorse that weighs them down, and he sighs out slowly.] Eugh.

[d0630]

{/he should be unconscious, dead to the world even but somehow he manages to mumble out a few coherent words although they're irrelevant to the current situation} Gold...soft pillows...assholes..

[d0630]

{/blinks before standing completely straight and passing out}

[gxsxnggxl-deactivated20140325]

[/eyes narrow slightly, and he clicks his tongue, the toe of his boot poking the other’s side.] Hn.

[d0630]

{/his body curls into a tight ball out of instinct, a small spot of ice seeping out beneath him like freshly split blood as he snored}

[imperfectnumberseven-deactivate]

Reblog if you create infinite numbers of stories for your character in your head that never get written or rped

[heatherincoldblood]

[d0630]

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[d0630]

I missed you. So why does it feel like we're farther than ever?

[gxsxnggxl-deactivated20140325]

d0630 replied to your post:d0630 replied to your post:d0630 replied to…

{/licks his cheek}

[/he sneers slightly, pushing you away with a rough shove.] Please stop.

[d0630]

{/blinks before standing completely straight and passing out}

[yofukashiwoshita]

[ldxhyuk-deactivated20140302]

4 +

[d0630]

Junhong wasn’t entirely sure how he had ended up here, perhaps his thoughts overtook his mental functions and had him on autopilot? No matter, what was important now was the actual shop he had wandered into, the musky scent effectively snapping him from his daze. His eyes wandered across the store, spotting a rather large grey wolf tucked against the corner and a boy who looked barely older than he polishing off a small piece of china. With his curiosity peaked, the lanky teen ventured inside, pulling his face mask down to speak clearly. “Uh, hi. Where am I?” 

[ldxhyuk-deactivated20140302]

The animal’s head rose to get a look at the customer, although she made no sign of aggression or even interest, for that matter. Her striking blue gaze took on a sheen of what could perhaps be interpreted as pity, but it lasted only a moment before her chin was resting on her paws once more. Obviously she saw the boy as no threat. Hyuk, who had been observing the canine from his peripheral vision, was pleased with this response and set the fragile item in his hands down onto a cloth on the counter. Hands folding atop it, he offered the one before him an amused expression. “You brought yourself here and yet you don’t know where you are? Interesting.” His hand swept out before him lazily as if to gesture to the shop and items surrounding him. “It’s an antique shop. You’re bound to find something that sparks your interest if you look hard enough. Every piece has its own history that is certainly worth hearing.”

[d0630]

"I do it more often than you'd believe." A soft chuckle leaves his chapped lips, making him hiss as it seems to aggravate a healing bruise located on the bottom corner. Fidgeting purely form his inability to stay still, Junhong took his first full glance around the store, and true to his word, there were maybe thousands of items. All were from different time periods and the teen was sure all of them were older than he was. "Wow, I've never been to an antique store before...I almost thought they weren't real." Heading to one of the many shelves, the blonde perused through each object carefully before turning back to the mysterious male who was still staring at him in amusement, "What's the story behind that." His finger pointed directly at the cup now resting atop the table, genuine curiosity in his eyes.

[ldxhyuk-deactivated20140302]

4 +

A soft grunt came from the corner of the room, and Hyuk turned to glance at the source. Adoration was clear in his gaze as he admired the beautiful form of a grey wolf curled up in the corner among the blankets placed there for her as a bed. They were blue, to match her eyes, but old and rather dingy in nature. In fact, among them she happened to blend right in with the rest of the antique shop, unnoticed apart from the slight rise and fall of her back with each breath. He returned his attention to the china he was polishing just as a faint ringing bell alerted him of the door opening. New customer? He looked up slightly, though still mostly focused on the action at hand, and observed the person curiously. “Welcome.”

[d0630]

Junhong wasn't entirely sure how he had ended up here, perhaps his thoughts overtook his mental functions and had him on autopilot? No matter, what was important now was the actual shop he had wandered into, the musky scent effectively snapping him from his daze. His eyes wandered across the store, spotting a rather large grey wolf tucked against the corner and a boy who looked barely older than he polishing off a small piece of china. With his curiosity peaked, the lanky teen ventured inside, pulling his face mask down to speak clearly. "Uh, hi. Where am I?"