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@lovesloss
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hello ! the name’s adam (he/they) & I’m the mun of this blog. other blogs include: weavingroses, frcntmcn, gamedetective, futuraelead, giftbcnded
I’m 21, white, trans, and bi. due to work and varying mental illnesses my activity can fluctuate so this will blog will be more chill than anything, a place to have fun and write!
find my rules here and bio here
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starter call! specify if you’re a multi <3
Pre-established Relationship Meme !
– Send a 💙 and the type of relationship you’re interested in (platonic, romantic, hate, etc), and I’ll make a random small starter for us, smack dab in the middle of said relationship (especially if our muses haven’t interacted yet) & we can go from there. Let’s see where it takes us!
𝐐𝐔𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒
feel free to change any pronouns or subjects (or reverse). tw for blood, death and physical violence mention.
‘ is it complete? ’
‘ who are you? ’
‘ who is this? ’
‘ why are you bleeding? ’
‘ what would i do without you? ’
‘ do you feel alright? ’
‘ what’s your name? ’
‘ why do you hate me? ’
‘ do you want something to eat? ’
‘ aren’t you supposed to be someone important? ’
‘ did you read it yet? ’
‘ can you help me? ’
‘ why do you act so weirdly? ’
‘ what do i do with someone like you? ’
‘ you awake? ’
‘ can’t you tell left from right? ’
‘ how dare you? ’
‘ can i have a word? ’
‘ why didn’t you fight back? ’
‘ can you stop interupting me? ’
‘ why are you here? ’
‘ what happened? ’
‘ haven’t you said enough? ’
‘ why are you still ___? ’
‘ why don’t you shut up and be quiet? ’
‘ what did you dream of? ’
‘ why are you yelling? ’
‘ how could you say that? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ why did you turn out this way? ’
‘ are you talking to me? ’
‘ why won’t he date me? ’
‘ why did you hit him? ’
‘ why are you crying yourself to sleep? ’
‘ are you serious? ’
‘ who did this? ’
‘ will i regret this? ’
‘ do you promise? ’
‘ is that mine? ’
‘ am i dead? ’
‘ can you stop moving? ’
‘ is he looking at me? ’
‘ does it hurt? ’
‘ how did that happen? ’
‘ what’s the weather for tomorrow? ’
‘ are you in love with me yet? ’
‘ is it that important? ’
‘ want some? ’
‘ was that an accident? ’
‘ what’s the deal with you? ’
‘ who do you think you are? ’
‘ can i ask you something? ’
‘ why don’t you leave then? ’
‘ how could you? ’
‘ is this all you can do? ’
‘ why is this here? ’
‘ how did you get in here? ’
‘ is it freezing to you? ’
‘ what are you making tdday? ’
‘ are you lost? ’
‘ has it been that long? ’
‘ how could you? ’
Morning folks
you tell yourself ’BE BRAVE’ – to put on that f a c e & { CREATE } that f a c a d e because if you don’t, you’re afraid you’ll b r e a k.
this is your cacophony of lies.
question is when will i get an excuse to use these
madamtms:
bae hee-young– or the madam that she was referred to among the other vips and the staff of the games. her assistant had dropped off the present, a small smile on her lips. hearing the door open, she didn’t even look up to look upon the guest. she need not too- she knew who it was. “yes. i see you received my gift.”
“yes, I did.” but the gift had left so many questions. usually it was yuri delivering the flowers to customers, not the other way around. and to get a gift from someone like this, it left her confused. had they supplied flowers for an event before? no, something that important, yuri would have definitely remembered. so then...why?
“they’re very beautiful. I just, I don’t intend to sound ungrateful, but for what reason did you send me these? I don’t believe I’ve ever met you before.”
salesmn:
💼 heart pounds in ears , throat , ribs rattle . cops have gotten faster these days , huh ? his hand trembles on his chest , free one tightening around the handle of his suitcase . breathe , in and out . oh dear he hates sweating . and suddenly there’s a hand on his shoulder . his eyes open , widen , his whole body jumps in fright . what ! what ? ! ’ sir , are you alright ? ’
alright ? he blindly touches the wall he was pushing himself back against it , like a trapped animal . his eyes keep glancing at the entrance of station . nothing . safe , for now . ❛ i . . . ❜ a lock trembles is tickling his forehead , he breathlessly chuckles . it doesn’t look alright . might need some water .
❛ i am fantastic . f- ❜ ’ shhh . just breathe . ’
RARELY did yuri have a day without any responsibility. her shifts had aligned, leaving her without work for the day, and even the housework had only taken a few minutes that morning. with the spare money she had — not very much, but it was something, once stashed in a jar to save for a rainy day —, yuri had decided to treat herself. to go for a walk, maybe even get dinner and a new scarf.
she’d been on her way to do the latter when coming across the man. he looked not good, to say the least, like he’d just ran a marathon, gone too hard too fast.
“just - stay here.” hand remains on their shoulder, guiding them to a nearby bench. then, turning a corner, she stops at a vending machine. with a quiet sigh - mourning the scarf that would not be hers -, two drinks are purchased, a can of green tea and a bottle of water. with drinks in hand, yuri returns to the stranger, sits by their side. offers the drinks.
“feel free to take either one, or both. whichever you like.” smiles, though brow furrows in concern. “sorry to pry, but did something happen? are you in trouble?”
xyumeni:
Technically she wasn’t asleep. But listening to someone cry all night wasn’t something she wanted to go through. The other players at least trying to get some sleep probably didn’t want to put up with it either. “No, I’ve been awake.” She answers truthfully. “But you might be keeping some of the other players up. You doing okay?” Obviously the other girl wasn’t okay. But if she needed someone to talk to, Rei would lend an ear.
“I guess I was louder than I thought.” yuri rarely let herself cry in front of others - dependable yuri, kind yuri, always has a smile yuri. those were what people knew. and they were what yuri knew best. back then there had never been time to be upset, and even now she felt embarrassed at being so emotional. “okay is stretching it, truth be told. though I don’t know what I expected being invited a game, when I got so slapped much before being invited.”
“what about you? holding up?”
twntynine:
“ I saw it as clearly as I see you standing there now. ”
[ @lovesloss ] / 💬
“no one got hurt, so there’s no need to go after them.” yuri reassured. she’d just have to cover the cost of the stolen beer but that was better than listening to her employer’s lectures any day. “but anyways, can I get you anything? you were coming into the store, right?”
@hisseptember
“are you alright?” hand settles gently on the girl’s shoulder. perhaps it was presumptuous of her, to worry like this, but seeing someone so young in a place like this... “you didn’t get hurt or anything?”
@umbrla
“they were just taken off the shelves, so I shouldn’t really be selling them, you know.” though wasting food like this had always been yuri’s least favourite part of working in a convenience store. but it was lucky for yuri, her boss was cheap and didn’t have a security system in place. “do you want a few? they’ll only end up in the garbage anyways.”
@madamtms
yuri had never been inside such a high class hotel. from the lights on the ceiling to the nails in the door, it screamed elegance. but as beautiful and distracting as it was, she had a job to do.
a brief conversation with the reception staff and one long elevator ride later, yuri finds herself at the door to a lavish office. she knocks once, twice. waits a good few minutes before the door finally opens and expression brightens, “good afternoon. I’m looking for - “ gaze flickers to the card poking out of the bouquet and then the woman across from her “ a madam. would you happen to be the madam in question?”
Righty-o I'm at home, gonna eat and shower and then see what I can get done across my blogs uwu
starter call! specify if you’re a multi <3
U ever juss…wanna hide ur face in someone’s neck and …. Sleep
