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this blog is currently on semi-hiatus!

[westerors]

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this blog will have semi-low activity as of now. there’s not many people following me but just a heads up!

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Send “👋” to smack my muse on the butt.

[mihaliko]

[mrcheyl]

[oilait]

41,000원

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hey, hey! check this tag out. mutuals feel free to respond to any or all of these!

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gabs

an unexpected flinch, which is steadied moment later. she hisses as april tends to her wounds. feeling like a complete and utter ass. ❝ look —  ❞ regret fills her cuts, not expecting a fight back. gab lets out a breath, her asthma not liking that she jumped for a rescue. ❝ i’m sorry april... i… wanted to protect you. ❞

excess spray around the wound is removed with the EDGE of a spare bandage as she ponders about her response. i wanted to protect you. swallowing that, april eyes a crimson muddle upon skin. a quip resting on her tongue vanishes into thin air. her head cants, a sigh finally escaping tight rosebuds. ❝ save your breath. ❞ 

[skaodi]

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potential muse

blue eyes scattered across the page — it’s truly her. she wasn’t doing anything special, just trying to get some of her book finished, the look of concentration clearly shown. gabby looks … beautiful. it’s been a while since she’s FELT beautiful. ❝ i — thank you… ❞ rosy cheeks try to hide themselves, only for her eyes to find the sketch again.  ❝ me? it’s — beautiful. ❞ she gasps, sitting next to her. her heart is pounding, palms sweating and she can’t understand why.  ❝ well, i figure if you’re drawin’ me, you should put a name to the face. i’m gabby. ❞

HEAT burns at their cheeks, down their neck — which induces the hint of a smirk curling up on the edges of eldora’s brims. her head hangs; she runs her tongue, all bright pink, across her lips. if she scrutinizes any longer, her mouth will run SAHARA dry.  ❝ de nada — thanks for the inspo. ❞  the quip ( that happens to be nothing but a filler, a distraction from their nervous heart ) provokes a smile. she steals a look before registering a name. GABBY. she scrawls it at the bottom of the page. ❝ mi nombre es eldora — you can call me ellie. ❞ 

[ofdarkos]

Donnie Darko. What the hell kind of name is that? It’s like some sort of superhero or something.

                                         ❝ What makes you think I’m not? ❞

[vilicity]

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vilicity :

Blue Lagoon, Iceland

[novellearts]

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PUN KING

despite her own embarrassment, the sound is considered a compliment. a small smile would have been enough to make him happy, but a snort? now that’s an honor. he’s reveling over his new, and rather small, sense of pride when her pun is shared. he catches it in fragments, just enough to piece together what she said and chuckle. “ you’ll be glad to know that animal puns quack me up. just a heads up, though — i really hate insect puns. they really bug me.  ”

please SPARE her! it feels as if she could burst any moment from pure laughter. she tilts her head — giggle, giggle, giggle.  cerulean flicker up to the young man’s face, failing to breathe out syllables of amusement  — her expression, however, should say ENOUGH. she ( mindlessly ) locks their arms together. did she momentarily forget the meaning of personal space?  “ i think you’re just cool as heck. what’s your name? i’m SKYE. ” consider this a brief introduction. she’s still aching to hear more puns.

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gabs 

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blue eyes are puffed red, her busted lower lip and cuts on her face standing out. her body feels AWFUL, and all she wants to do is sleep, but stays awake for the other. ❝ i —  ❞ she starts, letting out a shifty breath. ❝ didn’t expect me getting in a fight for you was how my day was going to go. ❞

wisps of hair are brushed away from the wound and gently tucked behind the curve of gabby’s ear. if she’s honest, she’s having a tough time finding words. two facts can be nailed down here: grazes in her skin are waiting to be tended to, and she is BEYOND angry. ❝ this is gonna sting — ❞ her expression is unwavering as she pumps the nozzle a few times to coat the cut ( one of many cuts ).

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unknown

          Derek’s eyebrows raise briefly before he shrugs a shoulder.           “ Alright. I can do silent. “ Reaching for his own glass, he tags           a swig. Having set it back down, he motions towards his drink           with an exaggerated expression of approval on his face. As far as           he was concerned, this wasn’t conversation, per se.

         shoulders slump an INCH, that they can’t sense the flicker of relief          in a ticking jaw         but she tightens the fist around her glass and          doesn’t wait before gulping a quarter of the drink down. she drags          her knuckles across her lips, sweeping another swallow like it is          nothing but WATER. Rough day.