It is once again Tabico Thursday, and I am thinking about that post because it gives me such honey for the hangman vibes, it fits so perfectly. I'm imagining the first time you get on your knees for loan shark!karasu and how insane it would drive him. Truly, it's a miracle that his legs didn't give out the moment you started lowering yourself, flushed but persistent, your eyes locked with his as if silently asking for his approval. He doesn’t stop you, but he doesn’t instruct you either, far too curious about what you’re going to do. Do you even know how to take him like this? He supposes he’s about to find out.
You're so eager, your tongue running down his middle before he can even take off his belt, and your hands are everywhere as if you aren't sure where you wanted to put them first.
Then you're mouthing at him, and he wonders what he's done to have a girl as sweet as you. Surely he didn't deserve this treatment, he could hardly be considered an honorable man. Though as the front of his trousers are dampening from the way you're suckling at him, he can't find it in himself to care. All that matters in this moment is you, and your beautiful doe eyes that are getting glassier by the second, and your soft tongue that's already overwhelming him. He has to hold back a groan at the thought of what it'll feel like when you finally take him in your mouth. He'd be so gentle with you; he can't overwhelm his little one after all, but he'd be sure to give you a guiding hand. Giving you gentle pats and brushing your hair out of your face when you take him in, all while husking out those soft praises he knows you love, even when you shy away from them.
For now he’ll savor this, but he wonders what else his sweet girl would be willing to do for him <3
I do not think gentleness comes naturally to medjed. Its something he has to remind herself to do. It's something xiao represses and must relearn. And yet they are both so gentle with one another !!!
club going up on a kyxiao kedd ( tuesday in hungarian ) btw !!!!
summer mornings with kyxiao : the bed already too warm by 8am / eyelashes against a collarbone / pear stem / his lap (the only place to be) / kisses misplaced and found again / sweat at the nape / languid as a stretched cat / langourous / nuzzled into a warm crook / mouth at your temple / mouth at your jaw / mouth at the inside of your wrist / sheets kicked to the foot of the bed / drowsied and tendered
the station that plays songs of a gentle, soulful love. i let your love flow into me as the rain does down the branches of a tree. i let it take me to only the softest corners of the universe. i make sure to listen with love too, as i sit at the place where the sea curves over the sharp edges of the world and makes it soft again. please, you must allow me to love you on you at least a thousand and one times over, just so that you may feel even a single ounce of the adoration and safety that you make me feel. let me tell you all the ways in which you make my heart warm, my cheeks aching from the smiles you draw out from me.
the station of all the small things in the world that are precious and wonderful. to listen to you is to become innocent again, discovering what the world has to offer with all the tender and sweet colours of my childhood. i come back to visit you often, just so i can recall the brightness of my youth, to watch the swirling colours of all that is you come together in a kaleidoscope of beauty. please ignore the little blush on my cheeks, you make the butterflies in my chest flutter because you are just so kind and sweet to me. you must also never forget that i truly have so much love for you in my heart!
the station where two kindred spirits came to find each other over the sound of the waves, between the beating heart of this mother earth. i find myself here to become soothed and calm in your company, to place my heart in your palms and ask you to watch over me while i fall sleep. you do not even realise just how much of a soothing ritual it is for me to tune into you everyday, how woven into my being you are — i cannot imagine my life without you now.
𝐂𝐎𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐔𝐓 𝐂𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐓𝐎𝐍𝐆𝐔𝐄 — @osamused
the station to tune into for a gentle laugh. and how you always coax it from me — always. your sweet wit and silver tongue has my heart aching beneath my ribs, like it wants to burst right out and settle into the crook of your neck and listen to you speak all day. so please, let me sit beside you while you create your pretty pictures and continue to pull out the joy bubbling out from deep within my lungs.
the station that features your most caring and welcoming nature. you, the angel who always beckons me to come closer and sit by you whenever you notice that i’m alone. you, who always offers a shoulder when things become a little too heavy to bear. i wish you were able to take a peep into my heart and mind, so you could see and feel just how much i adore you. thank you for looking after me when my brain was unkind to me, i will never forget your patience with me.
𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐂𝐀𝐔𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐍 𝐀 𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐒𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋 — @luffysprincess
the station i tune into when i want to feel like i'm home again. my soul sister, your joy echoes endlessly against the shores of my world. you carry a light within you that feels impossible for me to ignore, and i find myself waiting… listening for the sound of your infectious laughter. i would very much like to sit with you beneath the desert sun during the late evening, bury our toes beneath the still warm sand, and giggle sweetly about all the suitors who would fall straight to their knees for you.
𝐀 𝐆𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐍𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐎𝐅 𝐌𝐘 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐀𝐅𝐅𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 — @saetiate
a station that i hold quite close to my heart, i hope you know this. i think of you and close my eyes, and picture you wearing gardening gloves smeared with soil. you are telling me all about the bulbs you’re planting into the ground, what conditions they grow best in and what colours the flowers might look like. i do try to listen to you, honest! but all i can think about is how lucky i am to be on this mother earth with you, and how being near you feels like what it means to be human — the incredulous strength it takes to always be growing and learning and becoming something better.
the station where your kindness walks in without a sound, but i know it’s there. even though we are relatively new friends, every interaction we have brings a little smile to my face. there is something gentle and steady about you, a little something like a sweet angel sitting on my shoulder.
𝐎𝐍𝐄 𝐆𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐊𝐋𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐌𝐎𝐎𝐍𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓! — @cryoculus
a station where every greeting feels like a little spark landing straight into my palms. you have this wonderful, bubbly and bright way of being human that makes every moment with you feel like it’s been showered with galaxy dust. i feel myself become so genuinely excited to know you more. to sit side by side with you and let our friendship grow with time — easy and warm, alive. even so, you have already become someone i really look forward to stumbling upon you during small moments throughout my day, and i do hope that those little moments get bigger the longer we get to know and learn about each other.
a station for my dreams, recounted to me in soft whispers in the early hours of the morning as i slowly wake for the day. there is a tenderness about you that still somehow feels rich, like sweet strawberries dipped into melted chocolate. your kindness feels so natural, the way the sunlight spills into my room through my open curtains and touches me gently on the cheek. in i listen to you with an adoring little tilt to my head, and watch the way you love the man who makes you sweet summer wine, and i think — everything will be okay.
𝐀 𝐏𝐄𝐓𝐑𝐈 𝐃𝐈𝐒𝐇 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 — @crowttore
a station for curious hearts, for minds linked by science and tiny little creatures smaller than the naked eye. i feel such a special bond with you. for the way that you love to leave me absolutely breathless with your expertly crafted scenes. it is in the way you know me, and have taken the time learn me and the things that i like. you are truly such a special, beautiful individual — truly a one of a kind person! how fun it would be, to run experiments with you in the laboratory of our dreams, just so that we may giggle profusely at whatever silly discoveries we might make.
𝐀 𝐒𝐔𝐍𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐌 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐀 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓— @ashvie
a station that seeps out with pure, unfiltered joy. there is something bright about you, something that feels like cool, purple grape soda fizzing beneath a clear, summer sky. i feel myself grow towards you, like a sunflower turning its face towards the sun. i really admire the way you always have something beautiful to say, the way you always try to celebrate the people around you. whenever i stop listening to your station for the day, i always seem to bring home a little slice of your joy with me.
𝐀 𝐒𝐏𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐑𝐖𝐄𝐁 𝐖𝐎𝐕𝐄𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐒𝐈𝐋𝐊 — @spideytetsu
whenever i tune into your station, i immediately think of a sweet calico cat purring over a pile of unfinished sketches. there is something so delightfully complex about you. one moment, you are soft and curling against me quietly. the next, you are nipping at me with delicious scenarios that make me blush profusely! i admit, i would love to pinch your cute cheeks — if only to make you blush and smile in return.
the station i tune into when i need a reminder how to be gentle, and how to still be strong. your presence grounds me, moulds me into something better than i was. the level of your care is something like a warm bowl of pho that you place down in front of me before i even know i need it, reminding me that life will be indeed be okay, because you are here with me. the people in your life are so unbelievably lucky to be around you — i for one, count all my blessings. and if kindness ever needed a human shape to turn into, i think it would look a little something like you, tucked away just behind your smile.
a station that feels like a friday night dream. your energy is vivacious and unique, like frozen cherries dancing about the glass of a sweet, fizzy soda. i would love to sit on a sun warmed balcony with you, drinking cocktails that make our cheeks flush, and talk about life and learn all about the things that make you who you are.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐔𝐍 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐒 𝐅𝐔𝐋𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐎𝐕𝐄 — @manumouse
whenever i tune in, golden light pours out endlessly from your station. there is a celestial energy about you, something larger than life. a presence that feels strong enough to guide my wandering soul to a safe place to find some rest. you should see the bashful smile that crosses my face whenever you speak to me, or the tomato juice painted across my cheeks whenever i look back on the sacred little treasure you gifted me — i cannot believe i am lucky enough to have seen art made by the hands of an angel from heaven. and i am so genuinely so happy to see you in love and joyous in your life. i hope you know that i am always cheering for you, in everything that you do.
𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐘 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐓𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐍𝐆𝐒 𝐌𝐎𝐕𝐄 — @agnellae
to tune into your station feels like the world remembering how to be kind again. there is something utterly serene about you, like a meadow of sweet buttercups swaying quietly in a spring breeze, or a clear stream that flows through a forest, nurturing everything it touches without ever having to rush. being here with you feels like laying on soft grass, morning dewdrops still clinging to the blades, breathing in and out slowly as nature settles in around me. i think that is the most rare kind of beauty — to make peace feel so natural that people remember to slow down and take in the wonders of the world.
a station that i discovered quite a few years ago now! meeting you was like opening a letter and finding the most precious pressed flower inside, still warm from the touch of your hands. you have become such a steady to me in the background my life — like a comforting memory i can always reach for and touch with my fingertips. our friendship is one in a million, really. it truly amazes me whenever i sit and ponder on how we met, and how far we have come since then. writing and receiving hand written letters is such a beautifully, soulful thing, and i’m so blessed that it is you on the other end of mine. here’s to learning more about you!
the station for quiet evenings spent wrapped beneath my woolly blankets, while night falls and the moon peeps out to say hello. you make me feel warm, like a massive mug of steaming tea held between the cold skin of my palms. i think peace might be found somewhere in the grooves of your fingers, or maybe somewhere inside the beautiful pictures you create. oh, i hope you don’t mind if i sit here with you for a while and watch you weave together your wonderful pieces of art.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐄𝐓 𝐌𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐒 𝐁𝐄𝐆𝐈𝐍— @blizzardlyy
this station is something like a sweet introduction to a story i know will be a good one. you have been so kind to me from the start, and i’m so glad that all the bends and twists and turns of our paths happened to cross over with each other. i’m looking forward to walking down the road with you, and to knowing you better.
there is something about this station that draws me in so sweetly. you remind me of spices toasting on a pan, maybe star anise and cloves as they darken and fill the expanse of my kitchen with your warmth, a quiet and comforting heat — a mysteriously soothing remedy for my soul. our little interactions never fail to warm my heart.
𝐀 𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐄𝐂𝐇𝐎 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐎𝐘 — @dottedpetal
a station where joy radiates out of, like dusting a cake with sweet powdered sugar. there is something so lovely about the way your excitement seems to live just below the surface of you, always ready to bubble out and make everything feel lighter. you are always so kind to me, in ways that perhaps might seem rather ordinary, but they are like little rays of sunshine tucked into my back pockets, waiting to be remembered later on and smiled at.
𝐀 𝐏𝐎𝐂𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐅𝐔𝐋 𝐎𝐅 𝐕𝐈𝐁𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 — @vultursvolans
a station that i tune in when i want to feel the excitement of the impending summer heat, the feeling of running through a jungle with hummingbirds zipping past me. you make things feel alive, so playfully bright and perpetually in motion. you inject life and colour back into the world again — and that is precisely why i adore you and your energy. you must promise me to never change, for the world needs you just the way you are!
𝐈𝐍 𝐌𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓, 𝐀 𝐃𝐑𝐀𝐆𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐋𝐔𝐌𝐁𝐄𝐑𝐒 — @elly-melly
a hidden gem of a station, a precious treasure. even saying your name aloud brings a most fond smile to my face. there is a warmth about you that reminds me of a dragon curled around its hoard, protecting every single jewel entrusted in its care. i suppose you already have a sweet dragon protecting you, i hope he does not mind me coming in to spend some time with you! because every time i stop by, i am reminded why you are so very dear to me. because you make me feel special, you make me laugh — you make my world brighter just by simply being in it.
𝐋𝐀𝐕𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑 𝐓𝐄𝐀 𝐁𝐑𝐄𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐎𝐕𝐄 — @sleepyqinfei
the station to find the perfume of your affection lingering on the hem of my sleeves. your presence curls around my heart like a warm scarf, like a field of endless lavender blooms that instantly soothes my soul. and every ache i didn't realise i had been carrying dissolves straight into the sky as if it never even existed. i have said this before, and i’ll say it again — i will always treasure the little gift of images of me and my mars boy close to my heart. i will never, ever forget it! i cannot thank you enough for being such a sweetheart.
i first tuned into this station in admiration for the wonderful stories you crafted, as the hand of god weaves together the stars and planets of the cosmos. i did not expect to come to you and find a new love that consumed my very heart and soul with a fire that burned like the sun. because it was through your words, that i fell in love with a lion carved from the sun of strife. and for that, i supposed this means i now owe you the very blood that runs through my veins — i shall always be grateful to you and think of you most fondly, and continue to watch over everything you do with absolute awe.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐋𝐄𝐌𝐎𝐍 𝐓𝐑𝐄𝐄𝐒 𝐒𝐖𝐀𝐘 — @iratempestatis
a station to tune into for a crisp, fresh feeling. there is the taste of citrusy drinks are swirling over my tongue whenever i listen to the sound of your voice, you make me feel so alive and happy to be here. from the get go, you have been an utter joy to interact with — here’s to many more beautiful, happy encounters with each other!
𝐋𝐄𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐇 𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐎𝐍 — @misted-oblivion
a station that felt like finding an old note stuck between the pages of my favourite book. though our friendship is still blooming, i can already see how incredibly kind and supportive you are for me and everyone else around you. you have a softly whimsical energy to me, something like rose petals fluttering in the wind. i hope you know that just by being here, you make the world a better place.
i find myself smiling as soon as i tune into this station. perhaps it is your kindness, or maybe the genuine warmth you carry with you everywhere you go. either way, you always leave behind the feeling that the day is now just a little bit better since you came to visit. you, who always supports my silly little imaginations, who always manages to get just as excited over them as i do — i cannot begin to thank you for that. i suspect i will continue to collect more reasons as to why i adore you for a very long time.
a station i tune into whenever i bite into a fresh, crisp almond croissant. there’s nothing i would like more than to sit in a cafe with you, perhaps by the window so that we may leisurely watch the world go by outside. i cannot begin to tell you how happy it made me to see you returning to this space. you were one of the first meaningful friends i made here, and so this little corner of the world doesn’t feel quite right to exist in without you. i hope you know that i’m waiting so eagerly for every crumb you decide to share with us all.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐋𝐖𝐀𝐘𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 — @polillarockera
a station that oozes a warm, honey sweet feeling from it. there is something so special about you, like a cherished family recipe that has been carefully passed down from one generation to the next. being in your company feels like having been invited into your beautiful home and then asked to stay for a warm dinner — and this world needs more people like you in it! you should know that i am so very fond of you, and that i am crossing all my fingers and toes for you that you will have only warm, sunny days when you arrive to the island i call home in a couple of months time.
the station i always tune into in the morning, when my eyes are still a little heavy with sleep. it genuinely warms my heart that we usually cross over for each others morning posts. it has become a sweet addition to my routine, like adding a smidgen of honey to my breakfast porridge. i adore you and your aesthetics, the unique stories your beautiful mind creates. i admit that i find you so ethereal that i can become a little bit shy, but i’m trying my very best to remedy this!
𝐀 𝐋𝐎𝐍𝐆 𝐀𝐖𝐀𝐈𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐋𝐔𝐂𝐊 — @theslimysquid
the station i feel so unbelievably lucky to have stumbled across. meeting you felt like finding a perfect book tucked away on the wrong shelf. everytime we discover another habit or corner of ourselves we both share, i can’t help but grin and jump for joy on the inside. i have been waiting to find a friend like you ever since i moved away from home — you makes this place feel warmer, a little more like where i came from, and i cannot begin to tell you how much that means to me!
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐏𝐀𝐏𝐄𝐑 𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐍𝐒 𝐆𝐋𝐎𝐖 — @tofusand
a station that makes things immediately softer just by tuning in. although i am still getting to know you, every little interaction we have feels like releasing another lantern up into the nights sky, each one glowing a little brighter as it joins all the other ones waiting for it. it absolutely warms my heart whenever you think of me in the smallest of ways, or send me beautiful things that remind you of me. i hope you know that you are already quite special to me, so i hope you don’t mind if i tuck you into a little crevice inside my heart.
𝐀 𝐒𝐊𝐄𝐓𝐂𝐇𝐁𝐎𝐎𝐊 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐄𝐒 𝐓𝐎 𝐋𝐈𝐅𝐄 — @loveawoo
this station feels like spilled ink dancing across a sun warmed page. every interaction with you feels sweet, and a little playful, like popping candy melting on my tongue. it’s like the world decides to shake off any burdens resting on its shoulders and just be joyful and silly for a while. to me, you bring about that energy so naturally without even trying. you make things feel fun again, and i think there must be magic fairy dust sprinkled over your entire being.
a relatively new station that i tune into, but oh how every feeling and emotion you bring springs vividly into colour! there is something utterly enchanting about you — your energy is lively and untamed, enough so that it makes the world a greener, brighter place! i feel flowering vines creeping along my ribs, ready to grow over them and bloom up and outwards for everyone to see. i’m looking forward to knowing you and your mind as time ticks on and on.
𝐀 𝐒𝐎𝐅𝐓 𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐂𝐄 𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐋𝐃 — @pixiespond
a magical station that feels like a supportive hand resting on my shoulder whenever i tune in. there is something so delicately beautiful about you, and i can only hope and try to make you feel as special as you make me and everyone here feel! your love feels like soft sunlight filtering through a sheer curtain, warming my quilt and lingering long after the sun has moved across the sky.
𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐒 𝐃𝐈𝐏𝐏𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐍 𝐖𝐄𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐈𝐍𝐓 — @kazucee
the station where artistry spills beautifully, effortlessly, into me as soon as i tune in. there is magic in everything you create, lovely little universes born from tips of your fingers with each stroke of your pen. i listen and watch you, and feel my heart bloom with inspiration too. you always make me feel so happy with every single interaction we have — even just the act of knowing you adds more colour to the world around me. i will never stop being fond of the way you exist during my day, even if we have only found each other briefly in passing. i truly adore you, and i must pass on a message to you straight from my heart — thank you for being you, thank you for existing in this world and making it beautiful.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄 𝐆𝐎 𝐍𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐀 𝐆𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐒 — @pranabefall
a station that whispers to me in a hushed, ancient whispers. i think of us hurtled into a world plagued by all sorts of fearsome beasts, and of us exploring the lands together to find what is beautiful about it. perhaps we may lose ourselves in this grand adventure of ours, but i do not think i would mind — because it would mean i’d be by your side. let me hold your hand while we wander through abandoned churches, between fields of luminescent flowers, across a lake that mirrors all the stars in the galaxy. and if we get lost along the way, i’m quite certain we would still manage to be wonderfully excited about what we may discover.
this station transports me straight to a whimsy wonderland where i sit at a table set with lovely teacups on delicate, patterned saucers, with the air sweetened with sugar and vanilla whipped cream. i adore your energy my darling. to me, you are endlessly curious and gentle about everything around you. i picture you in my head as something like a beautifully illustrated storybook, and my lips cannot help but part with wonder with every page i flick through. i think of the polaroids you made for your loved ones, and i feel my heart swell with emotion and joy at being included. i am so grateful to know you and be able to call you a cherished friend.
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐃𝐄𝐋𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓 𝐈𝐒 𝐒𝐄𝐑𝐕𝐄𝐃 𝐖𝐀𝐑𝐌 — @mydiluc
a station that makes me immediately blush and lose my words as soon as i tune in. oh, how you always seem to send in the most delicious pictures and stories that make my heart beat a million miles a minute. i feel as if you really know people, because to me, you have taken the time to learn how to love them the way they want to be. from the start, you knew what i liked, and despite being a cheeky little thing and using your creativity to make something that you know will fluster me, i still find myself loving every moment of your company. thank you for always being such a delightful and joyous individual to talk to. although i think… i might just have to weave together a little something that might make your cheeks flush this time.
𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐒 𝐅𝐑𝐎𝐌 𝐀 𝐒𝐍𝐎𝐖𝐘 𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄𝐋 — @sylure
a station that shines like moonlight off of pale white wings. there is such an ethereal and whimsical energy about you my darling, and i feel as if you carry little pouches of magic dust that you sprinkle everywhere you go. i am so in awe of all the art you get with your loves, because i also get to catch a glimpse of you and your personality shining right through my screen. which feels something like — stepping into freshly fallen snow, snowflakes kissing the tip of my nose and telling me how beautiful everything is.
a station i came across, and it felt like cracking open a fortune cookie and met with a little message inside that had me laughing in the best possible way. whenever i come across you here, you always seem to always have something clever and funny to say! there is something about you that feels so delightful to me. although, i must admit that it brings me much joy to tease you whenever inspiration strikes me. i’m looking forward to tuning into you more to giggle and perhaps write more delicious little pieces just for you along the way.
𝐖𝐈𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐑’𝐒 𝐆𝐈𝐅𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐉𝐎𝐘 — @vxnusorbit
a station that feels like a precious gift wrapped with pretty ribbons and pretty little bows. everytime i speak to you, it feels like receiving a parcel of pure love. you have such a talent for dropping in with sweet words and kindness and then carrying on as if nothing happened at all. and i’m left sitting there with my heart beating really fast and flushed cheeks, trying so hard not to look too flustered. i’m so grateful for your presence and friendship, thank you for making my space feel so safe and happy!
𝐁𝐄𝐘𝐎𝐍𝐃 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒 𝐖𝐈𝐓𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — @gakutonin
a station that feels like exploring beyond the bounds of the known world. because you are such a unique soul, both fascinating and effortlessly mysterious to me. this galaxy of pixels is full of interesting people, and you so happen to be one of my favourites! because it feels so easy to exist with you, to just sit in peace and enjoy the beautiful view of all the stars twinkling before our very eyes.
𝐀 𝐂𝐔𝐑𝐈𝐎𝐔𝐒 𝐎𝐑𝐁𝐈𝐓 𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐔𝐍𝐃 𝐘𝐎𝐔 — @osarina
a station that feels like noticing neon lights flickering in the distance. i see you floating around sometimes, and find myself thinking how lovely it would be to know you a little bit better. your energy is so effortlessly cool to me, and i am so in awe of all the different worlds you create! i love to cross paths with you in this fabulous corner of the world, and i hope that we may always continue to do so.
𝐀 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐋𝐄 𝐖𝐀𝐕𝐄 𝐓𝐎 𝐖𝐀𝐒𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐒𝐎𝐔𝐋 — @wrywarlock
a station that seems to tune into me before i can find your frequency. i am so touched by your consistency and the way you always show up in the sweetest of ways, the way you pop in to comment on my silly posts and have something funny or nice to say. it is people like you that make this a fun and engaging place to be in. never stop being yourself!
a station that doesn’t feel like it can sit still, like it’s always dancing to the beat of a song. you make everything feel so vibrantly alive, and being around you feels like stepping inside a room that’s absolutely filled with the sound of music. every little moment we have makes me laugh boundlessly, and i find myself becoming playful with you. it takes a special kind of person to stimulate my imagination, and i’m always so thrilled when you seem to like the little scenes i send to you.
𝐀 𝐁𝐋𝐔𝐄𝐁𝐄𝐋𝐋 𝐏𝐄𝐄𝐏𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐎𝐔𝐓 𝐓𝐎 𝐒𝐀𝐘 𝐇𝐄𝐋𝐋𝐎 — @deltamel
a station i’ve only recently tuned into, but one that i’m already utterly endeared by. i have seen you around for a while, and you always have this glowing, positive energy about you that absolutely drew me into you. your presence feels so easy to exist with! i would love to sit on a park bench with you, a little picnic basket between us filled with lots of goodies, and have lots of laughs about anything and everything. i am looking forward to getting to know you more!
𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐎𝐑𝐂𝐀𝐒 𝐒𝐈𝐍𝐆 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄 — @phaitual
a station to tune into to feel the majestic power of the ocean. my darling, there is such a depth to you that has me quietly in awe of everything that you do. you carry yourself with such grace, it reminds me of the waves lapping against the shore, or breaking over the smooth back of the whales you love so much. i felt a quiet, instant kinship with you, because orcas were such an integral part of my childhood. so in some strange way, meeting you felt like recognising something familiar — and i’m so glad to be here with you!
Actually, I will be here now!! This is just sm TT!! I am a bit frazzled ergo I really can't say lots but this was so v kind of you. You are so lively and welcoming and warm and every interaction w you has always been joy compounded tenfold, with even a little said turned into long moments of laughter. I actually!! Did not expect to be on here at all with how recently we have met and since we have not had as many chances to interact!! So seeing the notif for it startled me immensely. I'm so v happy to have brought you even a little amusement and joy!! You deserve sm more for the comfort you bring me every time I glance at dash on a rough night or day just to see your steady mydeiposts. It sounds silly when I say it like this but in a way it is grounding to know that!! At the end of all this I'll be among friends both irl and on this lovely space that we have contrived for ourselves!! And that I will be happy and comforted again. Thank you for everything — Tumblr would really just not be the same without you at all.
a super duper massive thank you to @danijaci on vgen for drawing me such a beautiful selfship comic! please PLEASE consider commissioning them… dani was so genuinely sooooo much fun to work with and really made sure to include all the details i wanted! 🫂
THIS IS MY OWN PERSONAL COMMISSION — DO NOT SAVE THIS OR USE FOR YOURSELF. DO NOT FEED THIS COMMISSION INTO ANY FORM OF AI.
uhm i got a little teary writing this, i think i am in a vulnerable mood but simeri writing....if there's mistakes, no there's not - i don't expect anyone to read this so if you see this on dash you can ignore it ! (it's 1.2k and for simon riley who not many people know here) anyways this is vulnerable so maybe i will get shy and delete but i would like to leave it up hopefully
it's meant to be simeri as kids - feels quite real because i can picture my walks to school and growing up in the uk - but also there's mentions of trauma & abuse (from simon's childhood) - of course written as x reader because i am too shy to write from my pov
Maybe you couldn't fix everything waiting for Simon at home.
You couldn't stop his father from drinking.
Couldn't stop the shouting every night.
Couldn't stop him carrying burdens far too heavy for someone his age.
Couldn't stop the way Simon flinched at slammed doors or raised voices.
Or even the way he learned to listen for his Dad's footsteps before he learned algebra.
But you could save him a seat in the lunch hall.
Could share your chips when he'd forgotten to put money on his school card again.
Could give him somewhere warm to go when home was just too much.
Could give him someone to walk beside, someone who cared.
And god, you cared.
Sometimes Simon thought you cared too much, as if he doubted his own self worth.
Every school morning, you waited for him.
Same spot by the corner shop that sold overpriced crisps even when the bag had a cheaper price printed on it.
Always at the same time, without fail, you knew how Simon felt about his routines.
Most days, you spotted him walking down the top of the hill before he spotted you.
Tall for his age already, definitely much taller than he used to be. Hands shoved into his pockets, tie barely done, school shirt unironed.
Always with a quiet scowl, forever unimpressed with the existence of other people.
You'd grin at him as he finally strolled up beside you, "Morning."
He'd roll his eyes, "Mm."
Routine.
"I don't know if you're aware but it's nice to say morning when people say it to you. 'Mm' isn't a greeting in my books"
"Well it's all you're getting, be grateful."
"So rude." you'd say in mock offense, clutching your chest.
Simon smiled a little, "I am, yet you still wait for me."
And annoyingly, he had a point.
You always did wait.
It didn't matter if it was freezing cold or raining
Didn't matter if you'd make yourself late by waiting for him to show.
You waited.
And then the two of you would walk together.
Always.
That's what happens when you've been best friends since nursery.
When you'd known each other so long you couldn't even remember introducing yourselves.
Although you vaguely remember a baby Simon cheering for you when you first mastered the pole in the playground.
He of course remembers it differently.
Typical.
He knew your favourite colour, a soft blue he couldn't help but find everywhere, even amongst a dreary Manchester.
Your favourite song, that had become his too somewhere along the way.
Which teachers made you dread class, the same classes he often rescued you from with a fake note and an even more unbelievable excuse.
What your favourite snacks were and which shops sold them for the best price.
You knew he took two sugars in his tea, even when you joked that should be a crime.
Knew he hated being touched when he was angry, but sometimes didn't mind the feel of your thumb brushing against his wrist.
Knew he secretly liked terrible movies, though if anyone asked he'd deny it.
Knew exactly how bad things were at home without him ever having to say it.
Because you'd seen enough.
He never talked about his father.
Not really. Never offered too many details. Never complained, brushed it off like it was nothing most days.
But sometimes he'd show up at your house front door after dark.
Silent.
Small, somehow, in a way that didn't seem possible, as if he was trying not to take up space.
And your mum never asked questions either, she always just opened the door wider.
Told him there was enough food for one more, enough room for one more.
Enough love for one more, always.
The first time it'd happened, you'd both been eleven.
The latest had been last Friday.
But nothing ever changed, your mum always beckoned him in with a little, "Don't forget to wash your hands and then come sit down."
And Simon would immediately take his shoes off and head to the bathroom.
Always too quickly.
As if he couldn't quite believe he was allowed to be there. As if every act of kindness still surprised him.
Some nights he would stay for dinner, some he'd push his stay until just around midnight.
And some nights, the really bad nights, he'd stay over.
Curled up on the air mattress in your room while rain tapped against the window.
Neither of you would be asleep, he often ended up on your bed because you complained you didn't like having conversatons when you couldn't see his expressions down by the floor
The two of you just talked about everything and anything.
Well everything except the thing that had driven him there.
And eventually his voice would go quiet, you'd hear him breathing steadily.
Finally asleep, real sleep.
The kind of sleep he only ever seemed to get at your house, from feeling safe.
Simon always pretended to hate how much he came over, how easily your Mum took care of him, how natural it felt for you both.
Because home wasn't supposed to feel easier in somebody else's house.
And yet it did.
You never mentioned it, never made him feel embarrassed, wouldn't dare to.
You'd simply save him a seat or hand him your favourite fluffy blanket and move over so he'd have room beside you.
The same way you always had and the same way you always would.
Morning would come and the two of you would walk to school together. Close enough that your shoulders would occasionally bump, or Simon would somehow start walking into you unintentionally.
Neither of you making much noise, just existing together, simple, peaceful.
The cold of the morning would bite at your cheeks, schoolbags far too heavy digging into your shoulders.
And sometimes you'd glance at Simon.
At the boy who carried so much more than anyone realised.
The boy who'd spent years surviving things he never should have had to survive.
The boy who still showed up every day anyway.
Who still laughed at your jokes.
Who still remembered your birthday without fail.
Who still walked beside you every morning.
As if it were the most natural thing in the world.
Maybe you couldn't fix everything waiting for him at home.
But you could give him a place to go when it all became too much.
A best friend always waiting for him, a constant in a life that rarely felt stable.
And maybe that didn't sound like much.
But to Simon Riley, the boy who spent so much of his life feeling unwanted…It meant everything.
Even if he'd never admit it.
"You're staring again."
You blinked, snapping back to reality, "What?"
"You're doin' that weird thing."
"What weird thing?" you said a little too defensively
"Looking emotional."
"I do not look emotional."
"You do."
"Piss off."
A huff of laughter escaped him, real laughter.
And for a moment, just a simple moment, he looked like a kid instead of someone carrying the weight of the world.
You smiled.
Simon rolled his eyes.
Then nudged your shoulder with his, gentle, automatic.
Like he'd done it a thousand times before.
Like he would do it a thousand times more.
A walk to school every morning was a promise, spoken without words:
big fan of when a character is dead and the narrative frames them in a very angelic, soft, gentle manner but then it turns out not only are they still alive (plot twist) but theyre alive in the most gruesome and horrific way. your loving kind mentor who motivates you to fight in their memory came back wrong and theres blood and dirt under their fingernails from clawing they way out of the grave.
thinking about men that kiss each and every one of your moles since he "left them there" in his past life and has to kiss in the same spot so he can find you just as easily in the next
‧˚ ꒰ 🎐 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: 𝓓𝐄𝐋𝐓𝐀 ׂ 𓈒 ／ Washington, D.C., 2004. ────── or in which, agent leon s. kennedy has his first encounter with C.A.R.E.'s unnamed senior forensic psychologist.
Navy Yard is a mess by the time the "officials" arrive. He's promptly pushed to the side by men in dark suits as the clicking of heels grows louder with each passing step.
"Let's go, Claire," he informed, turning his back on the man lying on the floor, deep veins running up his arms as the men in suits cuffed his hands behind his back. Giving up this easily is unlike him, but he wasn't alone, and he'd rather not drag an innocent like Claire into something that will blow up in his face.
Without looking up from his shoes, Leon feels someone bump into his shoulders. "My bad—,"
"Watch where you're going."
The blunt reply has him looking up, staring wide-eyed and brows furrowed as the woman doesn't even look back at him. She just continued on like the people around her were no more than shadows and spectres. Leon clicks his tongue when the men in suits gladly let her through, the glasses on her pocket being uncovered and placed on the bridge of her nose.
"Asshole." he mutters.
From her periphery, the woman spares Leon one glance. Her expression unshifting as he continues to glare at her. There's a flicker of recognition in her brown eyes, but regardless, she only huffs a breath. Pushing away the bangs shielding her view, she muttered back to him, "Pot meets kettle."
🎨 ⸝⸝ i'm so irresponsible with money gang 😔💔💔 BUT HEY AT LEAST THEY LOOK REALLY PRETTY HERE!!! thank you again to miyu f.a. on facebook for another incredible job! this is my second time commissioning them, and though there was some communication issues because of messenger bugging out, THEY STILL DELIVERED OUUGH (ily miku sneak in the back i literally snorted when i saw her). BUT OMG MAGNUM SHOT/HIREON CRUMBS!!! they don't have the greatest first impression but is okay; they'll work it out later trust me. ((later = a year later)(they have monumental crashouts too))
