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you face me in silence & hope is in your eyes; unspoken yet pleading, you wait for my reply. alone now i tremble in want of YOUR embrace. let not tears fall for me; let me show the way. i lie back & close my eyes again; the dreams are there. my last chance slipped away. & you'll never know i cared. i count this with reason as most of my regret. now i hope you can see that i will not forget. ❜

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nefelibataxs​:

☾ ◆ ☽  ━     his smile, so wide it pulls at his facial muscles, takes a   B I T   of a hit   when the other student, his hopeful candidate for new membership, politely declines joining, his lips puckering into a pout and his shoulders slumping a little ━ just enough to show just how disappointed he is by their reason for slinking into the greenhouse. “oh,” he mutters, but then visibly brightens as he points toward the back of the greenhouse, where the larger plants are stored. “oh! i think i know what cell phone you’re talking about.” even though they obviously have no intention of joining, sebastian feels it’s only right to offer his assistance where and when he can. “hang on. i’ll get it.” without another word, he immediately heads for one of the greenhouse tables, where he remembers seeing it last, zeroing in on the lone phone situated between a japanese painted fern and a bleeding heart. its case is a neon blue with a cute pattern of bright red hearts decorating the cover, a sequin heart keychain dangling from it. “found it!” he exclaims happily and wastes no time in returning to their side with his find, offering it to them with a smile, practically bouncing on his toes as he waits for them to accept it. 

       “don’t worry about it. gardening’s not for everyone.” as the only   true   and dedicated member in the gardening club, he would know. “i’m sebastian, by the way.”

   and there it is, the ever  FEARSOME  look of disappointment. this boy with the pretty eyes and the wholesome smile and the green thumb certainly knew how to use it to his advantage, rousing joanne’s own sense of remorse for putting it there to begin with. and yet, even though he’d clearly hoped to gain a new member for a club that must not generate a lot of interest on the regular, he was still eager to help. and help he did — by relinquishing the once lost phone back into the hands of someone who at the very least knew the owner and could return it posthaste. that alone was reason enough to consider joining the gardening club, if only for a second.  ❛  thank you, ❜  they replied, flashing a grateful smile. ❛  my friend will be so relieved to have this back. she was seriously under the impression her phone was lost forever and was prepared to contact the national guard over losing it  ...  you’re a real lifesaver, you know. ❜ it wasn’t an exaggeration to say ari was like a  DOG  with a bone where her phone was concerned; to her, it was more akin to a lifeline than a piece of technology. 

❛  it’s not that i don’t like gardening, ❜ joanne was quick to add, wanting to show that they weren’t bias against something he so obviously loved. ❛  it’s just that i tend to kill every plant i’m responsible for. it’s why i try to stay away from them, for the most part. ❜  it was actually quite bizarre how practically every plant they were tasked to take care of withered and died within six months of coming into their care. with a helpless kind of shrug     ( these kinds of things just happened. )      joanne extended their hand for a handshake, smile deepening.  ❛  nice to meet you, sebastian. i’m joanne. ❜

[paroxyisms]

vvernorexia​:

a scoffing sort of huff escapes her lips at the girl’s blatant lie. she’s learned over the years not to take people’s words at face value and instead watch their body language as they try to peddle their lies. and this girl? her mien positively screams rogue—with a small order of helplessness on the side. “uh huh. so that wasn’t your hand tryin’ to creep its way into my bag then?” neena levies an exasperated look at the brunette. "girl, if you needed cheddar, all you had to do was ask.”

     the streets had their own rules. the most important one?  DON’T  get caught. and when that failed? always, always deny it., so naturally, despite having her plan  ︿  impulsive and reckless on her part, sure, but needs must  ﹀  exposed, Isa still maintained her innocence, refusing to acknowledge even the remotest possibility of receiving aid from a complete stranger who’d not only nearly found their pockets lightened only just seconds prior but who didn’t seem all that upset about it.   how suspicious. ❛ i don’t need anything from you, ❜  her tone was sharp, defensive, matching the narrow-eyed look on her face.

[flamaeternas]

when: march 4, 2084 where: glendale, arizona who: closed to paroxyisms.  what happened: after breaking out of a highly secure facility located in nothing, arizona, hunt manages to make it to glendale on foot, 96 miles away from his prison.

        (   THE  COMBINED  SCENTS   OF  MESQUITE  AND  CREOSOTE  )         very  nearly  overwhelming  enough  to   DISTRACT   from  the  heady,  iron  scent  of  blood  clinging  to  the  torn  skin  of  his  calf,  raw,  red,  &  emanating  a  feverish  kind  of  heat  that  usually  precipitates  his  need  for  sleep  (  to  heal  if  nothing  else  ),  hunt   ⸻   formerly  al-9734  ⸻   gnashes  his  molars  together  in  what  someone  would  most  definitely  call  frustration  as  he  struggles  to  maintain  a  steady  pace.  but  the  constant,  jarring  (  and fast-paced  )   movements  of  his  human  legs,  lean  but  powerful  objects  genetically  modified  for  the  sole  purpose  of  survival,  send  sharp  pain  shooting  through  his  calf  with  every  step;  the  only  thing  keeping  him  upright  and  on  the  move  at  this  particular  moment  is  his  almost  unnatural  ability  to  endure  the  worst  pain  imaginable  as  only  a  caged  animal  with  little  recourse  can.  but  even  he,  hybrid  that  he  is,  can  only  endure  so  much  before  he  starts  to  feel  the  strain  in  lacerated  muscles  and  torn  ligaments.  that  is   ⸻   until,  with  a  grunt,  he  pauses  in  the  dark  mouth  of  an  alley  and  passes  a  narrowed-eyed  glance  around  at  his  surroundings,  easily  detecting  the telltale  shift  of  muscles  in  the  shadows  stretching  outward  from  the  large,  green  container  teeming  with  rotten  &  odious  stenches  the  likes  of  which  he’s  never  smelled  before  and  the  almost  imperceptible  gasp  of  surprise  at  his  sudden  arrival.         ❝  herbivore,❞  he  rasps,  his  tone  so  beyond  unimpressed  that  it  all  but  metamorphoses  into  apathy.

[paroxyisms]

   chin  RESTING  against bent knees, isadora — who preferred to be called isa, as she refused to answer to the name that wretched excuse for a mother had given her — wrapped her arms more securely around her legs and glared at anyone who deigned to give her designated space a second glance. having lived on the streets for three years now, she knew how to navigate the often dangerous and rocky waters of homelessness. she’d had no other choice but to learn the rules of the streets within weeks of turning them into her own personal backyard; if she’d remained willfully oblivious to said dangers, then she would’ve been picked off a long time ago and turned into another nameless face drifting on the bitingly cold winds of death and decay.     her senses were so fine-tuned, in fact, that the instant the wounded stranger appeared at the mouth of the alley, a gasp escaped her, and she immediately started to inch away from the menacing aura he emanated. for someone who looked to be on the verge of keeling over any minute now, he sure was scary.         ❛  i don’t want any trouble, ❜  isa declared, quite proud of herself for sounding confident and maintaining a steady and calm tone in the face of such a terrifying presence. she’d never felt anything like it before and hoped, prayed even, that she never would again. 

                 but still — he was hurt. badly.    ( and obviously needed help. )      

   ❛ you’re bleeding. ❜  the coppery scent kind of gave it away — not to mention the way he’d practically limped into the alley, the rip in his pants more than large and obvious enough to catch a baby’s attention, let alone hers. chewing on her bottom lip in indecision, she looked from his injured leg to his face   ︿    swathed in shadows,   ﹀   which made for a rather intimidating picture overall; it was that very indecisiveness that had her waffling under the weight of that too-sharp, predatory gaze ... until she finally  CAME  to a decision, one she hoped she wouldn’t regret making in the long run ... oh, who was she kidding? of course she would.   ❛ i can help you — if you want. ❜

[ajols]

Barefaced Babe ♡

[paroxyisms]

nefelibataxs​:

☾ ◆ ☽ ━     as he runs the tip of his index finger along the B R I G H T, luminous green vein of the leaf, a soft, elated smile graces his serene features. the bellflower has finally recovered after days spent in his care, and now it’s ready to join its brethren in the main room. proud of the plant for beating the odds and surviving when so many experts would have branded it a lost cause, sebastian carefully lifts the heavy pot, mindful of the blooming, pristine white flowers, and slowly retreats from the designated nursery ━ only to pause in surprise when he hears the unmistakable sound of a glass door opening. without hesitation, he places the plant down on the nearest table, a rush of excitement filling him at the prospect of gaining a new member for the gardening club, and sets off after the sound, a jaunty bounce in his step.

     “you,” he greets the newcomer with an expectant frown, pointing a finger at them to emphasize the importance of his greeting. then ━ “are you interested injoining our club?” the frown melts away and a brilliant, eager smile is quick to take its place as eyes the color of BROWN HOMESPUN CLOTH glimmer with hopefulness.

   before they could take a single STEP past the entrance, a boy — strangely pretty, with an exuberant bounce to his step — whirled onto the scene, much like a hurricane, and immediately jumped on the opportunity for gaining a new club member, just as rachel had warned them he would. trying to hide their grimace at being so easily and quickly discovered, joanne forced a small, apologetic smile onto their face, wanting to get this over with as quickly as possible.    ❛  ah, no. i’m actually looking for a cell phone. my friend thought she might have misplaced it here by mistake.  ❜  

seeing so much hope in his gaze made joanne even more reluctant to dash it by means of rejection. but short of joining the gardening club, there was nothing to be done about it.   ❛ i’m sorry, ❜   they muttered, rubbing the back of their neck at the thought of possibly having to deal with his disappointment or even his despondency over a lost cause.

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    ❛  are you sure this is where you left it? ❜    phone PRESSED to their ear, joanne paused just outside the door to the school’s only greenhouse and shot a peevish look at the thick line of shrubbery blocking their sight of the room, wanting to wait for confirmation before tackling the problem of cell phone retrieval head-on. so naturally, when the person on the other line finally gave it, they breathed a soft sigh of relief and quietly pulled the door open, then crept into the room like a thief in the night. 

because, according to their friend, if they were caught by a certain person, they’d feel obligated — for whatever reason — to join the gardening club, of all things.    

       but, despite it sounding stupid and ridiculous, they really didn’t want to take any chances.

@ nefelibataxs

[paroxyisms]

    bored out of his MIND, it wasn’t long before guang found his attention drifting, the back of the new kid’s —  ❝  p-please call me axel  ❞  — head far more interesting than ying’s lecture on the nature of truth and knowledge. it’d been a week since pai hanuel had transferred in, and he was no closer to figuring out what made the shy boy so goddamn special. he was partially deaf, according to their homeroom teacher, but that hadn’t stopped the resident bullies from targeting him, sensing weak prey in the timid, smiling mien he so willingly     ( and stupidly )      showed the class. yet no matter how hurtful or cruel their remarks or how often they resorted to shoving him around when they failed to get a proper rise out of him, he never stopped smiling.             and that made him interesting — interesting enough that when chun started to kick the back of axel’s chair, guang decided to swiftly return the favor by landing a single, hard kick to the leg of chun’s chair.    ❛  knock it off, ❜ he ordered, pinning him with a warning glare. 

@ meraxki

[paroxyisms]

meraxki​:

  HE KNEW HE ERRED the moment he felt the other boy tense at the first brush of his fingers against the hem of his uniform shirt, the material accentuating the network of muscles along his back and arms in such a way that they called to attention the rigidity with which he held himself in check. Without a word, Axel released the hem, his arm slowly falling back to his side as he offered the stranger a small, sheepish smile. It hadn’t been his intention to make him uncomfortable, nor had he wanted to offend him — and that alone was his reason for abiding by the common etiquette of making acquaintances. Gratitude needn’t be expressed in so brazen a manner if it made the other party uncomfortable. “I—I see,” Axel whispered, not able to keep the slight stammer out of his voice; a physical gesture of nervousness he hadn’t found a way to completely squash yet.

              But — before he could say more, the other male started to walk off again, giving him no other choice but to gaze owl-eyed after his back as he left him standing there, alone but for the bully who was still sitting on the ground, clutching at his leg. This time, however, Axel didn’t try to stop him from leaving. Something told him it would be better to leave him be for now. “I—uh—sorry.” A mutter of contrition, genuine in tone, aimed at the only one who’d suffered from the stranger’s interference — before he too began to make his way toward the building where his assigned classroom was located, praying that the rest of the day would be uneventful. He’d had enough fun for one day.

( END. )

[paroxyisms]

meraxki​:

 SPEECHLESS, he watched as the newcomer brought his foot down on the other boy’s leg, undoubtedly hard enough to wring a sound of pain from him — perhaps a groan or a grunt or even a moan — a sound Axel couldn’t hear. But his imagination was more than capable of filling in the blanks, and the resentful, pained grimace on his tormentor’s face added credibility to his theorization.

          Astonished by how quickly the tall, lean, dark-haired boy had taken control of the situation, subduing the other two with nothing more than a glare cold enough to freeze the innards of even the strongest of delinquents, Axel hesitantly took a step in his direction — but then paused as he debated over whether or not his interference was really necessary. Despite his tone possessing a low, pleasing note, one that was tinged with an agreeable trace of huskiness, it was obvious from the expressions on all three faces — before the other two decided to beat a hasty retreat, leaving their friend to weather through the wrath of the newcomer alone — that whatever words had passed his lips hadn’t been pleasant.

     And that brief moment of hesitation cost him.

                              Because, during the prolongation of his internal debate, the other male chose to exercise his rights as an interloper to offer one last warning — a warning Axel missed completely, for he stood with his back to him, the wall of muscle drawing his eyes like a moth to a flame, making it impossible for him to watch his mouth. Then the other boy’s dark, inscrutable gaze turned to include him in his calm perusal, the sensation of being studied — intensely, closely — causing a prickle of awareness to run like a fingertip down his spine.

      But just when he thought he would say something, he started to leave, his pace unhurried, giving Axel more than enough time to catch up with him. Impetuously, he reached out a hand toward him, fingers gently tugging on the hem of his uniform shirt, half-hazardously untucked. “Thank you.” His whisper of gratitude sounded faint to his ears, barely audible.

             But as long as the boy, a stranger who’d come to his aid, recognized it for what it was supposed to be … that was all that mattered.

     guang STIFFENED — unconsciously, the muscles in his shoulders and back locking up tighter than the high-tech, complex security system affixed to the doors of qincheng prison. this new kid, this quiet, seemingly timid boy, had done the unthinkable. he’d touched him without permission, slender fingers unintentionally making a mess of his composure. rule number one — never touch guang without permission ... or risk waking the sleeping dragon. everyone knew that, and no one — absolutely no one — had ever thought to break that rule until today ... until this very moment. clenching his jaw, he turned to look over his shoulder at the boy, pinning him with a piercing, narrow-eyed stare. but since he was new to the school, guang decided to let him off with a warning this time; his obliviousness couldn’t be helped. he didn’t know any better. 

               but then — when he thanked him, the sweet earnestness in the smaller boy’s eyes catching him a little off guard, the irascible severity in his frown faltered. 

   that expression, coupled with the SOFTNESS of his voice, triggered his defensiveness. 

           he didn’t like surprises.

❛ i didn’t do it for you, ❜ guang spoke sharply, shrugging off his hand without much effort. his normal reaction would have been to lay him out flat — but for some reason, he couldn’t bring himself to punch such a defenseless-looking kid.  ❛ i just don’t like the bastard. ❜ he wasn’t lying there. the fool didn’t know when to quit — like regularly trying to usurp his place as qiáng of bdfz through underhanded means. 

                                  which made him the king of fools.

         good for him.

                   refusing to let the new kid stop him a second time, quang didn’t spare him another glance, wasting no time in making his way toward the classroom, both the quickness of his pace and the length of his stride assuring he stayed a step ahead of the game. 

this was what you’d call a strategic retreat.

[meraxki]

IT WAS HIS FIRST DAY at a new school, and they were already swarming around him like vultures. Books clutched tightly against his chest, Axel forced a smile for the sake of conciliation, chestnut brown hues ping-ponging from one face to another until his nervous gaze finally settled on the leader. “What? Got something to say?” The other boy snapped, taking an aggressive step toward him — to the amusement and anticipation of his friends. Unlike them, however, all Axel could hear was the malice in his tone, the words sounding faraway — as though trying to reach him through a tunnel that stretched as far as the eye could see.

            A whisper that wasn’t a whisper at all.

    “Look at this ass,” the tallest one guffawed, moving to stand beside the one currently leading this charge; a united front of mockery. “He doesn’t respect our seniority at all. Can’t even be bothered to give you an answer.” Head tilted at just the right angle to carefully observe the movements of the other boy’s mouth without giving himself away, Axel hastily shook his head when he realized just how damaging this misunderstanding could be if they continued to nurture it. “I’m sorry,” he apologized without thinking, his tone soft, placating; an appeal for forgiveness. “I didn’t mean to — ” he started to say, intending to explain himself in as much detail as possible until he finally convinced them of his sincerity.

   But before he could get the rest of the words out, a foot suddenly slammed into the chest of the leader, the sheer force of the impact sending him flying backwards into a sprawling heap on the ground. Eyes popping wide at the sight — all three gaped at the newcomer, their pallor strangely pale in the brilliant sunlight — Axel turned to see what had them so petrified and tongue-tied, gaze locking with a pair of sharp, tawny brown hues.

@ paroxyisms

[paroxyisms]

           flint-hard gaze riveted on the three senior bullies and their target —some pretty boy who looked about as HARMLESS as a gnat — guang moved lazily in their direction, his long gait eating up the distance pretty quickly. they’d wised up quite a bit since his last encounter with them, using a part of the walkway seldom used by teachers to bully to their heart’s content. and since he usually didn’t care enough to get involved when they targeted other students, indifferent to their silent pleas for help, they didn’t pay him a speck of attention, too focused on harassing the new kid, hungry for fresh meat. 

otherwise, they would have seen him coming and known to make themselves scarce before he reached them. 

        too late. 

               he was already there.

without saying a word, guang planted his foot in dong’s chest, hard enough to knock him down — but not before sending him flying a few inches backward. 

     glaring down at where the so-called leader sat on the ground, deriving pleasure from seeing the pained look on his face — a face that nearly always held a mocking expression; but never around him, considering what guang had done to him the LAST time he’d looked at him that way — he then shifted his attention to the new kid, studying him in the ensuing silence. sun-kissed brown hair — with soft, brown eyes, almost like melted chocolate, and a fair complexion; he was shorter by a couple inches, his build on the slim side of things; the kind that made it extremely easy to fall prey to bullying. 

                  overall, a cute kid.

wordlessly, his gaze found dong’s once again, his analysis complete. ❛ you’re in the way, ❜ he said, his tone sharp enough to cut through the bullshit dong was on the verge of spewing — then, without hesitation, he stomped down hard on the other boy’s leg for good, added measure, pleased when he let out a grunt of pain. and when his friends moved to intervene, guang shot them a warning glare, not surprised when they stiffened, then gave dong an apologetic look before scurrying away like the rats they were. 

         no. 

   that would be an INSULT to rats.

❛ you only get one warning, ❜ he told the bully, then turned to give the boy one last look before leisurely continuing on his way to class. 

[prettymysticfalls]

Herman Tømmeraas photographed by Stephen Butkus

[paroxyisms]

❗ - for rab ( how do you really feel about alice? )

   rabastan wanted to CURSE at their gall — wanted so badly to bespell them into a form worthy of the pest they’d so stupidly turned themselves into with their damnable curiosity. alice. alice was an irritatingly complicated topic he liked to keep firmly under wraps. and now he was expected to talk about her. his fingers curling around the polished handle of his wand, the dark-haired slytherin alumnus inhaled deeply, trying to calm his thoughts before they managed to whip his emotions into a frenzied swell of vehemence he’d never be able to control.     ❛  alice. alice is … complicated. we were friends once upon a time, and then she was sorted into gryffindor and met that muggle-loving tosser, longbottom … and fuck. she was supposed to be mine, but she won’t even look at me anymore … or return my owls. fuck it. forget about it. it’s not like it matters anymore. ❜   

[meiselr]

Harry Potter Characters from A-Z: @hp-moods vs. @ibuzoo

L - Lestrange Rabastan

[flynn-rp-memes]

Send a “❗” to force the truth out of my muse.

No limits. Ask whatever.

[paroxyisms]

vxorfreude replied to your post: Don’t mind me. I’m just giving my blog a makeover....

and it looks fabulous !

Why are you so good to me? Sweet Ashland with her amazing writing and mad photoshop skills. Is it wrong that i was sort of tempted to add precious laddie to my list of muses? 

[vvernorexia]

open to: everyone. seriously !! setting: anywhere where gambling/betting can happen. i’m not picky. hell, surprise me. xD. i love surprises.

“ᴏʜ, ʜᴏɴᴇʏ. believe me. you should neither want nor need my bet,” neena says conspiratorially, her posture relaxed & placid in a way that signifies confidence. "you’d be playing a losing game.”

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   thin, brown eyebrows drawing together in a  FROWN , isa subtly threw a searching glance over her shoulder before coming to the conclusion that the strange woman was talking to her.    ❛  i don’t know what you’re talking about, lady, ❜   the brunette said defensively, tension lining her forehead as she considered her next course of action. might be a good idea to bail now that her little snatch-and-go ploy had been discovered.    ❛  gambling’s not really my thing. ❜ 

[paroxyisms]

Don’t mind me. I’m just giving my blog a makeover. I’m actually kind of happy with the outcome? I wasn’t expecting to be, but I really like it. And now excuse me while I attempt to finish my replies.