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Semi-Hiatus
Hello everyone!Ā
Iāve been seriously lacking in replies, but I donāt want you to think Iām inactive. Iām going to try and make time for replies later tonight after classes. But youāre more than welcome to add my aim if youād like our characters to interact there.
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In the meantime, this blog is officially on a semi-hiatus.
āThis world is a fucking mess.ā
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monochrome-jongdae:
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Relief visibly washes through Jongdaeās body at the affirmation (or lack of denial) that he had guessed the manās shirt colour properly, glad to have spared himself the embarrassment of incorrectly guessing. āPerhaps that is the case. But then again, the earth consists of thousands of colours, not just simple greens and browns. Blues and reds and oranges that mix together in a tropical dance, accented with shakes of yellows and purples ā or, at least thatās what Iāve heard.ā
Ā Ā Ā Ā Ā Relaxing as much as he can against the hard bus seat, Jongdae eyes the other man sitting at the corner of his vision, attempting to gather the courage to speak again. There was really no reason to be subtle about staring at other people when his sunglasses were as tinted as they were, but the achromat was always worried that someone would notice and he would have to deal with an awkward confrontation as a result. He does eventually speak, offering out a hand with the introduction, āMy name is Jongdae, Seoulās resident achromat. Itās nice to meet you.ā
Ā Ā Listening to his style of speech hinted that Jongdae was the type to carry a pocket dictionary around with him. Or at the very least, a notebook. Language was still something he was getting used to, but not without the mark of chapped lips and a dry tongue. Humans that enjoyed speaking - reveling, immersing themselves in words until thin letters and consonants curled into pictures and sounds never failed to amuse him. Partly because they did most of the talking.Ā
Ā Ā His eyes pointed sharply to the offering. This boy was clearly sociable, and something they called kind, but his feelings toward the stranger were neutral. Even if he wanted to return the gesture, he couldnāt. Heād never seen such an odd greeting before. His head tilted, then dropped into a short bow, soon turning to fumble with the frame of his cell phone again.
Ā Ā āWhat exactly is an achromat?ā
You scare me and I'm going to figure out a way to stop worrying about you. Or crush that need to see you- One day.
Put how your muse truly feels about mine in my ask box for my muse's reaction. Anonymous or not.
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The Man Who Lived Upstairs
by reddit userĀ TeslaToth
When the news came on the television, I immediately dropped my spoon and stopped eating.
āAn attempted kidnapper has been shot dead in Wayne County,ā the newsreader intoned. āPolice say a local history professor lured one of his students into his van by telling her his new puppy had stopped breathing.ā
Keep reading
Oh shit.
WHAT THE-
AIM is finally set up.
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starter for sanguinemxwitchā:
Ā Ā The grass at his feet stirred. Drops of cold, blue liquid suckled from his fingertips then fell - fat and heavy against the ground. In a collection of minutes, he hadnāt moved. His limbs were frozen in shock.
Ā Ā What had left him in such a state of lethargy was the thick, blue blood on his fingers; impossibly taken from a human heād attempted to hunt. But that individual was not human. That individual was nearly a carbon copy of himself. One that should have been dead along with all of his brothers and sisters.
Ā Ā After an incredibly stalled amount of time, his legs carried him. The forearm heād managed to tear away from the skinwalker thumped against the forest floor and marked the only evidence heād been there. The wind dragged its brittle teeth over his skin and licked at his heels as he ran, the weight of his body angrily tearing through branches and weaving between trees. He needed to get to the survivor. He needed to swallow them and tear their fake skin apart.Ā
Ā Ā Heels skidded to a halt when a sheet of brunette hair bled rivers beneath the moonlight. Her shoulders where slim and covered with dark thread - not exactly what heād remembered, but resemblant enough to fuel his rage. He didnāt want to take chances.Ā
Ā Ā His throat squeezed with a growl. It clicked low like the sound of bone knuckles knocking against each other in a bowl.
Ā Ā No words could be afforded in the amount of time it took for him to pin the stranger to the ground with his weight and pull tight on her hair. Upon closer observation, he realized she had both of her arms - not his prime target. Yet still, he was savage, angry at the Universe and this poor girl for interrupting his hunt. He didnāt want to eat her. Only to tear her apart.Ā
"There are thirty cows and twenty eight chicken, how many didn't?" - Nathan
Is there a number? This one hurts my head.Ā
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