DO I DARE DISTURB THE UNIVERSE?

slow-reply writing blog. penned by allie. gmt+8.

[kundimn]

@fatedriven 

     “ do you ever wish you were a different person ? or ––– maybe just born as yourself, but someplace else, somewhere else, far away from all of this ? ” it’s a melancholic sigh that leaves her, a heavy heart unshrouded for just a moment.

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isabella @ kain @fatedriven

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💏- kain

fifty ways to kiss someone: 39. because mine is.

    she wants to say she’s not like this, that she wouldn’t do this usually –– but at this point, as with all other nights spent in clubs filling herself up with liquor to forget just what day it is –– it’s a given. for a stranger, kain is surprisingly good conversation ( for as much conversation can be made in a place where the music drowns most of everything out ) –– and an even better kisser. 

     it’s only reactionary, then, she’ll say later: her tapping into an almost animalistic need, the way she curls her fingers in his hair, arms thrown over his shoulders to have him closer, press him nearer. the way she kisses back with fervour, the thumps of her heart synchronising with the beat that plays around them. 

  she pulls back mere inches, the ghost of his lips on hers. it is only to catch her breath to speak, her voice husky with intent: 

        “ ––– you wanna get out of here ? ”

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💏- zelgius

fifty ways to kiss someone: 9. in public.

    he’s too protective for his own good, micaiah thinks to herself. she could almost feel the worry and tension coming off of his frame in waves –– though for the uninitiated passerby, his face would seem as neutral as ever. but micaiah knew better. it wasn’t so much the ‘close call’ earlier with the reporters as him just not taking his chances with her safety –– but the fact is that she has survived years without a security detail and turned out fine, so he needs to calm down.

   even so, she understands. it’s zelgius’ job –– he’s being paid to protect her, after all. a hefty paycheck, at that. but –– if it were just money, wasn’t it a bit too much for him to have reacted in that way ? it screamed boyfriend instead of bodyguard. now, micaiah was oblivious about a lot of things in the world of the rich and noble, but that was borne from inexperience. this –– she knows, a little bit. if she was reading him right, anyway ...

   well, only one way to find out. 

   micaiah stops walking. right there, in the middle of the street, a girl almost bumping into her as a result. she trusts that he’ll stop, too, and he does, turning to her with his face a silent question. she takes the opportunity –– grabs him by the lapels of his suit, stands on her tiptoes ( god, why is he so tall ? ) –– and presses a kiss to his lips.

   your move, zelgius.

[sagamemes]

fifty ways to kiss someone.   send me a 💏 and i will randomise a number in order for my muse to kiss yours…

…good morning.

…goodnight.

…goodbye.

…where it hurts.

…where it doesn’t hurt.

…on a falling tear.

…to shut them up.

…in secrecy.

…in public.

…desperately.

…in joy.

…in grief.

…discreetly.

…casually.

…passionately.

…lazily.

…to distract.

…as encouragement.

…for luck.

…on a scar.

…on a place of insecurity.

…in a rush of adrenaline.

…in relief.

…in danger.

…as a ‘yes’.

…as an apology.

…as a suggestion.

…as a lie.

…as a promise.

…as comfort.

…after a small rejection.

…to wake yours up.

…forcefully.

…to pretend.

…to gain something.

…to give up control.

…without a motive.

…because yours is running out of time.

…because mine is.

…because the world is ending.

…because the world is saved.

…out of pride.

…out of greed.

…out of lust.

…out of anger.

…out of envy or jealousy.

…out of spite.

…out of habit.

…out of necessity.

…out of love.

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i literally just got on here to reply to neo i wuv neo

[fatedriven]

❝ —- BETRAYAL  ?  that’s rather rich , don’t you think ? ❞  a wry twist of lips accompanies his words, the muscles in his jaw grow taut. he is a reservoir , rich with pent-up emotions— of years’ amassed ire towards the ones who planted the gun in his hand , thus marking his own nation as traitors in his eyes.  he’d once swore to never return , but here he was once again : a new identity , a fabricated clean slate.

his gaze is steady , of polished gunmetal and slate, as he regards her coolly ; neither man nor stare wavers.  ❝  we had one common goal, but that aside, shared no similarities : I WAS NEVER YOURS TO CONTROL . ❞  is he not merely one of many pieces on the board— what would one missing component mean to her when she had so much more at her disposal  (  lest he be the key to ensuring that final checkmate )  ?   THE RULES OF THE GAME DON’T CONFINE HIM : HE REFUSES TO BE HELD PRISONER TO ANOTHER’S COMMAND . 

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     she was mistaken. she had thought him different, above the others –– calculating wastes of space driven only by self-interest, doomed to fall after reaching for the heavens in the quest to have it all. she had seen enough of these people around her, enough that her life had been ruined by others’ ambition, by others’ poisonous desires. it was why she is who she is now, irrevocably changed by vengeance and loss. and now that he seeks to sever ties in such a manner, now that her usefulness to him has passed, well.

    see, she was mistaken ––– she had thought him different from her. but choi yoojin knows better now. 

    her face is a mask, all traces of her earlier bitter smile gone. picture perfect and indecipherable. from years with an unfaithful, worthless husband, with a ‘ family ’ that sought to drag each member down in an attempt to reach the top –– she knows how to steel herself, tempering the fires of rage and despair in her chest just enough to survive. she should know how, and at any other time she might’ve cast him aside without another thought, but:

    she had thought him hers. if not in heart –– she would not fool herself, love was but an unreachable dream for someone like her –– then, at the very least, in loyalty. that he would stay beside her as she served her own brand of justice. their justice. “ you thought i was trying to control you ? ” her nose wrinkles, the only change in expression that slips from her. “ kim jeha. we both know i am capable of many things. but that –– that is not one of them. it is precisely why you have become an integral part in all of this. and now you want to leave it all behind ? ” 

   and now you want to leave me ? 

   “ you know better than anyone else that those who are not by my side are an enemy. ” thinly-veiled threat, half-meant. her mind alternates between leniency, for the times he had been faithful; and wanting him dead, for even voicing out his desire to leave. 

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@fatedriven. : )

     ❝ —- is that an order , now ? ❞  there’s a certain dryness to his tone, a bleak apathy that cloaks all traces of amiability in his demeanour ; he has long resigned to indifference, an apparent weariness that seeps through each and every fibre of his being. he’s sure she’s all too aware of this too. straight-faced, he slides the gun back into its holster, suppresses the urge to reach for a cigarette ; his voice remains steady, deadpan as he speaks , ❝ let’s not resort to such drastic measures, shall we ?  there are OTHER MEANS of earning trust, yet you act as though you’ve exhausted all options. ❞

   the chuckle that leaves her is short and sharp, humour devoid from the act. for all his logic, for all his experience, the one thing that he has yet to take into account is this: it is only her against this ruthless world, and the hatred that her enemies hold for her runs deeper than anything else. what is it that they say ? the enemy of my enemy is my friend ? “ drastic for you, perhaps. but such things might end up a necessity –– time is running out. i’m not throwing aside years of work just because you underestimated just how much our enemies want me gone from the field. ” that she says our enemies, instead of my –– it is deliberate. a testing of waters, to see if his face changes, to see if there is something salvageable in this untameable man.

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The Greatest Showman - Anne Wheeler

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Maybe to you the world is beautiful like a poem. But to me, it’s hell.

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jack vc: i followed them bc i remember they had a name, but they got rid of it

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lakambini. lah-kahm-bee-nee. (n). the female equivalent of lakan, originally referring to a rank in the pre-hispanic filipino nobility in the island of luzon, which means “paramount ruler.” lakambini is best translated as queen of the palace.

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#ok it's 4am n ive been slacking off on this blog amazing #but it's happening ............. probably makoto comin to a blog near u!!!!!!!!! #hooray (?) #anyway im goin to shower n heading to bed

oops my hand slipped

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anyway jannah rb’ed their vc meme so i’m going to listen to that and be Blessed for the day

[annas-koriandr]

People who conflate the reaction to certain issues–fandom racism, fandom homophobia, fandom pedophilia, etc–with “fandom drama” “fandom negativity” and “shipping wars” are not trustworthy.

And if you portray the reactions to the former as unnecessary and irrational, doubly so.

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same for people who dismiss it as discourse