きみにきめた！！！！！！！！

h hi h hhh hips dont LIE

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☾

☾ = being found shirtless

naomi wasn’t a sensitive person per se. it was all about circumstances; time of the day, hunger, stress level prior to the exposure, ect. she was pretty manageable and so she could with confidence underline a series of descriptive adjectives in her mental self-description (the quintessential student? not that she cared for that title). of course things could get out of hand and if it was absolutely necessary to scream a conversation over a wind that distorted their voices, then you can bet your money she would probably just clam up like an oyster than to purposely exhaust her voice box.but after the war you can always wonder; was it an attack aimed at me or a feint?

she had never been confronted like this moment; she had wandered around the edge of the forest to find a comfortable spot to indulge in a novel she brought with her from back home. secluded as it may be, but she knew the ideal place for such moments; just at the tip of the lake. people would come and go and enjoy the view, some would tarry and howl like wolves as some sort of weird cult ritual and then jump in the water to baptise each other. she had witnessed many quirky things over the years.

“uh, oliver.. hi. good to see you,” she said, prying her eyes away from the view she had been given. a sonsy body indeed! just as she entered the clearing she had been met by her fellow housemate’s strip show. “are you going to swim? alright.. have a good one,” she mumbled under her breath and slowly began to move, eyes twitching to her destined located. she wasn’t going to just stay and watch him pandering around like a shameless roman statue.

but of course, alas, things were never bound to go as planned when it was naomi and youth that mixed. luckily the book slipped out of her hands before it could end in the water as she did. ever heard of water wrestling?

[ninasfireescape]

wizarding schools around the world // mahoutokoro (japan)

This ancient Japanese school has the smallest student body of the eleven great wizarding schools and takes students from the age of seven (although they do not board until they are eleven). While day students, wizarding children are flown back and forth to their homes every day on the backs of a flock of giant storm petrels. The ornate and exquisite palace of Mahoutokoro is made of mutton-fat jade, and stands on the topmost point of the ‘uninhabited’ (or so Muggles think) Volcanic island of Minami Iwo Jima.

[naosark-blog]

i hate roses i'll bring you an orchid and my frank sinatra mixtape instead

fine you get the honor of removing an article and then i’ll do the rest myself

[naosark-blog]

let's get nakey

bring a rose then

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Marijuana // Chrome Sparks

[naosark-blog]

✮

✮ = stargazing

there was something in the air. like an electrifying current that stretched the moment longer than what would traditionally be classified as possible. as if the time had come to a stop.

it was a night without it’s annoying sidekicks (aka breeze and cloud) which made it a fantastic opportunity to observe the wondrous wonders of a starry night. it was a bit chilly despite the season but naomi had prepared herself with different types of knits and woolen scarves. it had come to her attention that a specific constellation would show itself that night and nothing was going to stop her from witnessing it. “i heard it only shows up here every 5th year.” a rosy colour adorned her features as she tentatively glanced at her companion to see her reaction. 

the background music consisted of ooh-ooh’s from the night walkers hiding and thriving in the dark. her nails drummed against the bricks, emitting minuscule tapping noises that had no vigor compared to the orchestra of the night. she felt so small and yet so valiant. escapades suddenly sounded like wonderful concept. “i heard about the upcoming match. people are betting on who’s going to win.” she bit her lower lip in contemplation. she recalled the familiar rush, the wind blowing wildly in your ears. “i want to play again,” she whispered earnestly with an aching heart. a finger suddenly rose to the sky, pointing at a particular spot. naomi followed the direction and felt her jaw go slack in awe. it felt like her neck had an obtuse angle but the only thing on her mind was the itinerary the stars showed her. mussed hair and red noses felt so right at that moment. she stole a glance once more to her side. 

completely right.

[gornergrat]

[fypd101]

[naosark-blog]

eat my ass

can i touch it too

[vewn]

[naosark-blog]

☂

☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm

as a child of spring she had made precious memories in seething summers, freezing winters and the transitioning seasons where different holidays and traditions would influence her future reminiscences. it had been many (far too many) years since the last time she walked past the cherry blossoms, a delicate peachy forest whose beauty would move even the coldest heart. it was one of the few things worthwhile waiting for and yet the timing had always been off. it was rare of her to give such memories much thought since she was usually occupied by other obligations but the green fields surrounding them had almost compelled her to. dubious questions kept spawning.

then, too transfixed to notice the drop in temperature, a rambunctious crowd passed her, snapping her out of her enthrallment. a particular hard burst of wind passed right through her bones making her gasp in sudden discomfort. her arms crossed over each other in an attempt to preserve as much body heat as possible and a mental projection of the cozy common room crossed her mind as a small comfort. if she hurried she could dodge the bullet of a nasty cold. but something she could never escape was the endless surprises around every corner. literally. just as she had retrieved inside with her hands clinging around her form, a piece of cloth was thrown at (correction: handed to) her by a generous soul; peter! in all his marvelous glory he stood and watched her as she hurriedly added the extra layer in a rather wiggling manner (yes, she noticed his slightly raised brow). “thank you so much. you’re my hero,” she sighed gratefully. her cheeks were rosy from the earlier exposure. “i really thought i’d get— achoo!”

[naosark-blog]

♡

♡ = complimenting them

people consist of different elements. these combinations gave different morals, desires and actions as well as different levels of compatibility with other specimens. like sporadic waves and splashes of ink, life was unpredictable, cruel and yet still appreciated. in the west they preached about individualism, in the east it prized to fit in and conform. like swirling liquids around in a class, naomi was an anomalous mix of both and had to navigate her way around different rules set by society.

“your handwriting is neat.” she had observed many instances where compliments were devastating for the outcome of the situation. misunderstandings were a scary phenomenon. her pulse sped up a little but it was carefully concealed behind a light smile. she grasped the quill, the grip a little tighter than usual when she dipped it in ink and looked at the other. “thank you, eunji.. trust me, it was horrible for years. it was pretty sad, even my parents had trouble deciphering what i tried to depict.” but at least the stories made sense to me. they were beautiful. she made a long elongated stroke, taking her time with every careful movement and slight twist of her wrist. it was nice, she thought. compliments were nice. when you’re an infant it’s easier to receive them, since people’s expectations evolve around you showing your abilities to communicate and comprehend information. to become like them as quickly as possible. but as you get older, these things change. she had succeeded multiple times in meeting these goals.. and yet, she had never felt as compelled to fish for more than then, at that moment. “what about this? is it weird? i tried mixing some styles..” she raised her brows, like a dog waiting for a pat on its head. 

[thesleepybeauty-blog1]

kisses.

@slynao

you have eyes, don’t you? look it up yourself.

[naosark-blog]

nasty toad

[naosark-blog]

☠

☠ = pushing them against a wall

whenever naomi would hand in her scrolls and other types of materials assigned as homework, a delighted smile would grace the professors’ faces, as if they internally had a small dialog with themselves, weighing her worth as a student. and as she by default would serve a slight bow before returning to her seat, so did she gain a few … points? or at least every time classes were over a lingering stare would rest on her, and a pat on the shoulder would definitely wake her up from her heavy daydreaming. and it would always end in some kind of duty that they would neatly wrap into pretty terms such as ‘extracurricular activities‘ to make it sound eventful. a true heroine, carrying bunches of objects down long corridors to different offices! wonderful.

so she could mostly be found roaming the hallways with different objects in her arms, eyes half-open as her determination was wavering somewhere in the air. but apparently someone had other plans with her. a sudden outburst from behind startled her to which she abruptly let out a yelp. her grip tightened as she turned around, brow raised in alarm and displeasure. “please don’t do th–” but her tough act was all in vain; her body in a flash trapped against the cold surface of bricks by a cage of limbs and smug smiles. scrolls flooded their feet and her heart dropped accordingly. “listen, i don’t have time for your conspicuous acts,” she rasped. his superfluous quips were entertaining but the close proximity made her squirm. she crouched, mumbling, “unpredictable, clandestine actions are the worst.” but somehow she was getting used to it.

she definitely wasn’t confounded by the subtle hand touching her hair down her back. nope. “talk to you later, zicovian.”

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✘ = hugging them . Δ = playing with their hair .  ❤ = kissing them .  ₪ =  asking them out for dinner . ☀ = giving them a gift of ___ ( asker’s choice ) . ♘ = stabbing them . ♕ = bowing down before them . ♒ = lying to them .   ✿ = buying them flowers . ☾ = being found shirtless . ♢ = reading them a story . ☂ = giving them their jumper to keep warm . ✎ = speaking in a different language . ✏ = teaching them a different language . ▄ = telling them a joke . ♬ = singing to them . ☹ = insulting a loved one . ஐ = slapping them . ✂ = threatening them . ❃ = dancing with them . ▤ = falling asleep on them . ☮ = waking them up after a nightmare .  ♣ = discovering them crying .  回 = patching a wound .  ✮ = stargazing . ▓ = caught stealing their belongings . ☽ = wandering alone at night . ♡ = complimenting them . ≡ = offering a place to stay overnight . ☢ = falling over . ✦ = being well-dressed . ❂ = wiping blood off their face . ◎ = taking care of them while ill . ☁ = being caught in the middle a storm with them . ⇕ = holding their hand . ↱ = being lost with them . ☠ = pushing them against a wall .

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