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i write things and nothings message me if you have any prompts or scenario situations. i'll be more than happy to write it for you :)

[misfitreindeer-deactivated20160]

what if people’s hair changed color based on their emotions

like one day you’re out getting a cup of coffee and you notice some cutie in the back of the coffeeshop and your hair starts turning bright pink and you do you best to try to hide it but you can’t help but look over and

they’re just sitting there, staring at you, their face as flushed as their locks

[violasarecool]

#then Muslim women who wear the hijab would be way too powerful

[wunkolo]

Robot that calls their human friend over because they need help with solving a captcha

[potetochen-writes]

Drabble 01 (dragon!kris)

“How does it feel to fly?” Once she braved herself to ask.

“Feels like walking,” he said. His feet landed smoothly on the ground as the wings on his back flapped twice to regain balance. The wind from it slapped her rudely on her face, but not uncomfortable. Never uncomfortable.

“So like walking on the sky?” She asked again, eyes glinting and sparkling under the dim orange light of setting sun.

He stared at her face for long, not uttering any answers she wanted. She realized that it must be silly for her to ask. For a dragon, flying was as natural as walking and it might be difficult to explain that to a human. But his eyebrows kept furrowing. His eyes never left hers.

“It’s like walking on the land,” he tried again to appease her, “without heavy weights chained on your feet.” He looked at the smile that bloomed on her face and a thump escaped his chest.

She patted the seat beside her. It was made from grass and bed of flowers - the most beautiful seat in the world. “Sit with me,” she said to him, “the sky’s too good to be missed. Surely you don’t have task after this?”

“The sun’s setting,” he said simply. An unintended sadness came through his voice and she noticed it. They don’t have much time before the guards came. But he knew the stubborness inside her, knew the foolishness of a human girl who was deep in love.

She gave him a look. Her hand patted the grass harder, almost childishly adorable. “Come here, Wu Fan.”

He gave in, then. His arms circling around her waist as he buried his head in her nape. She always smelled so sweet, like flowers on spring, like first rain on autumn. His wings surrounded her, possesively in a manner that she didn’t understand yet. “Just until the sun completely set, then.”

[energy]

“People should fall in love with their eyes closed.”

Andy Warhol (via magics-secrets)

[larmoyante]

I love the rain. I love how it softens the outlines of things. The world becomes softly blurred, and I feel like I melt right into it.

Hanamoto Hagumi, Honey and Clover  (via humanseoul)

[dephus]

[durianquotes]

It’s as if when you’re in the forest, you become a seamless part of it. When you’re in the rain, you’re a part of the rain. When you’re in the morning, you’re a seamless part of the morning. When you’re with me, you become a part of me.

Haruki Murakami (via seohyn)

[c0ntemplations]

I like cancelled plans. And empty bookstores. I like rainy days and thunderstorms. And quiet coffee shops. I like messy beds and over-worn pajamas. Most of all, I like the small joys that a simple life brings.

note to self (via briggly)

[potetochen-writes]

THINGS I LIKE

when people use my name in conversation

when people say “this reminded me of you!”

when people remember little things i say/do

when people genuinely thank me for things i’ve done for them

when i think of the same thing at the same time as someone else and you give each other the look

[unbfacts]

Some scientists argue that since we spend roughly 20 years asleep, dreams should be considered an alternate reality.

(via unbelievable-facts)

[potetochen-writes]

home, where I wanted to go home (you are)

pairing: sehun/luhan

genre: fluff with a hint of angst, a bit mama!au-ish

summary: sehun flies like a summer breeze while luhan drags himself with crutches

notes: it's really short and half-baked ;A; wish I had more time to write this more. prompt: "I'll be here, I won't go anywhere." fluff/angst hunhan. title taken from Coldplay's Clocks lyrics.

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Sehun comes like a bizarre summer breeze, warm and shot-lived. He comes at the first sign of summer, when the sheer cold is replaced with a beginning of gentle heat. He floats towards Luhan’s third-floor room as the sun rising on the horizon, inviting himself in as the winds turn the lock open on Luhan’s windows. 

"Do you have any swimming trunks I could borrow?"

"What?" Luhan's voice cracks in the middle from the lack of sleep, and he groggily opens his eyes. He blinks repeatedly at the sight of a very familiar teenage boy rambling around his closet, throwing each pair of pants he finds into the floor.

"Swimming trunks Luhan, we're going to the beach today!" The boy said excitedly from behind the piles of clothes he has created. His light-chocolate dusted hair pipes up, and he grins innocently at Luhan, who is blinking confusedly, still floating between dream and reality.  

"Sehun," he said finally, voice laced heavily with sleep, "it's six in the morning.” Luhan yawned widely, “when did you come into my room?"

"Just now, from the window - ah found it!" He swings the trunks in the air. He jumps over the mess on floor easily, the wind under his feet pushes him forward before he lands gently on Luhan's bed. "I got yours too, so let's go?"

When Sehun hears no response, he pulls the blanket that covers Luhan's face carefully. His lips curve into a smile at the sight of peaceful looking Luhan sleeping again with soft snores coming out from his slightly parted lips. Brushing the stray bangs on Luhan's forehead, Sehun leans forward and gently kisses him. Swimming can wait later.

    “Come on Luhan, faster!” Sehun taps his feet childishly on the white sand, “the sun won’t wait for us!”

“I’m trying!” Luhan yells in reply. he grips his crutches tighter and takes small but quicker steps towards Sehun. He’s two meters behind from the latter quick steps (even though Luhan never sees Sehun’s feet touch the ground once.) Sweats are starting to pool on his forehead as it takes more effort to move with four ‘legs’ all at once instead of two. He begins to think that this isn’t a good idea. There’s no beach sport he can do when one of his leg is barely functioning anyway.

Sehun seems to feel a bit guilty at the tired groans and sighs that Luhan made. He slides his fingers gently towards his friend, making a small beckoning move without the other notices. Luhan has to hold his shrieks as the wind answered Sehun’s call and his feet are suddenly hovering an inch in the air before Sehun moves his fingers again, pulling Luhan into him in one swift whoosh. 

“Sehun!” luhan yelps in shock. He winds his arms around the Sehun’s neck, his crutches are long forgotten on the ground as he struggles to find balance. 

Sehun’s grin has never been wider as he sweeps Luhan’s legs up, carrying him like he weighs off feathers. He presses light kisses to Luhan’s hair as the latter buries his head on Sehun’s shoulders, too embarrassed to be seen by many people. 

“… people are looking.” 

“Let them--they need to know how beautiful you are.”

    On the last days of summer, the leaves on trees begin to brown, dry and crumple - such as the state of Sehun is now. He is feverish from cold, shivering and wheezing under layers of thick blanket that Luhan has prepared for him every year during these times.

“Lu—,“ he says weakly, the sound muffled under the blankets. He wiggles his fingers, and Luhan can feel a slight push of wind to his back, so soft that it did nothing to move him. Luhan grabs his crutches and drags himself towards the bed.

“What is it?” His hand gentle brushes Sehun’s hair, slowly, affectionately that it makes the latter’s heart feels like bursting.

“Come here.” Sehun shifts his body a bit to give some space before pulling Luhan to the bed. His cold arms wraps around Luhan’s waist, holding him tightly. 

Luhan latches his fingers on Sehun’s, wincing a bit when an odd feeling of sheer coldness struck his skin. Sehun was always warm, like a morning light that greets him the first time he wakes up everyday. But now his skin is pale, almost translucent, and it freezes all over. Luhan feels like crying, but he holds himself tight. This happens for several years already and Sehun needs him to be strong. He rubs Sehun’s back gently, smiling as the latter peppers kisses all over his face. 

Through the open window on his room, bright with the lamp from his balcony, Sehun can see a sliver sight of brown leaves falling from its tree. his limbs feel numb, heavy—very heavy. With the last of his strength, he leans more to the man beneath him. whispers of sweet words and love from his lips dance around the room, embedding themselves into the wall like a beautiful painting, enough for Luhan to remember him until next year.  

Sehun doesn’t want to go. 

      When the morning comes on the next day, Sehun is gone. Luhan clutches his hands into the bed sheet, where the lingering feeling of cold from Sehun’s skin still stays. The soft rustle sounds from the windows snap Luhan out from his thought and he walks towards it. The morning breeze welcomes his coming with playful dancing, playing with his bed hair with ticklish but lovely feeling. He smiles as he feels the wind brushes his cheek, stroking it gently like kisses. 

‘I’ll be here soon, Luhan. wait for me.’

[potetochen-writes]

hey, oh no srsly don't worry, sorry i should have looked at the post date (omg sah stupid of me) - don't worry about writing it at all - awww you're too sweet, but srsly no worries at all :) i don't mind <3 take care xx (p.s. love your blog!!)

existential-inertia I forgot to screencaps your ask >_< so I’ll just answer it here, I hope you don’t mind, dear. And I finished your request! :D omg that took me a looongg time. Hope you like it! It’s a bit mama!au-ish in a way and I went really loose with the prompt here, hope that’s alright. (p.s. thank you so much for loving my blog! <3)

your request: “I’ll be here, I’m not going anywhere.” fluff/angst hunhan

pairing: sehun/luhan

genre: a bit fluff mixed with a bit angst

summary: sehun flies like a summer breeze while luhan walks with crutches.

 Sehun comes like a bizarre summer breeze, warm and shot-lived. He comes at the first sign of summer, when the sheer cold is replaced with a beginning of gentle heat. He floats towards Lu Han’s third-floor room as the sun rising on the horizon, inviting himself in as the winds turn the lock open on Lu Han’s windows. 

"Do you have any swimming trunks I could borrow?"

"What?" Lu Han’s voice cracks in the middle from the lack of sleep, and he groggily opens his eyes. He blinks repeatedly at the sight of a very familiar teenage boy rambling around his closet, throwing each pair of pants he finds into the floor.

"Swimming trunks Lu Han, we’re going to the beach today!" The boy said excitedly from behind the piles of clothes he has created. his light-chocolate dusted hair pipes up, and he grins innocently at Lu Han, who is blinking confusedly, still floating between dream and reality.  

"Sehun," he said finally, voice laced heavily with sleep "it’s six in the morning.” Lu Han yawned widely, “when did you come into my room?"

"Just now, from the window - ah found it!" He swings the trunks in the air. He jumps over the mess on floor easily, the wind under his feet pushes him forward before he lands gently on Lu Han’s bed. "I got yours too, so let’s go?"

When Sehun hears no response, he pulls the blanket that covers Lu Han’s face carefully. His lips curve into a smile at the sight of peaceful looking Lu Han sleeping again with soft snores coming out from his slightly parted lips. Brushing the stray bangs on Lu Han’s forehead, Sehun leans forward and gently kisses him. Swimming can wait later.

 “come on luhan, faster!” sehun taps his feet childishly on the white sand, “the sun won’t wait for us!”

“I’m trying!” luhan yells in reply. he grips his crutches tighter and takes small but quicker steps towards sehun. he’s two meters behind from the latter quick steps (even though luhan never seen sehun’s feet touch the ground once.) Sweats are starting to pool on his forehead as it takes more effort to move with four ‘legs’ all at once instead of two. he begins to think that this isn’t a good idea. there’s no beach sport he can do when one of his leg is barely functioning anyway.

sehun seems to feel a bit guilty at the tired groans and sighs that luhan made. he slides his fingers gently towards his friend, making a small beckoning move without the other notices. luhan has to hold his shrieks as the wind answered sehun’s call and his feet are suddenly hovering an inch in the air before sehun moves his fingers again, pulling luhan into him in one swift whoosh. 

“sehun!” luhan yelps in shock. he winds his arms around the sehun’s neck, his crutches are long forgotten on the ground as he struggles to find balance. 

sehun’s grin has never been wider as he sweeps luhan’s legs up, carrying him like he weighs off feathers. he presses light kisses to luhan’s hair as the latter buries his head on sehun’s shoulders, too embarrassed to be seen by many people. 

“… people are looking.” 

“let them -  they need to know how beautiful you are.”

 on the last days of summer, the leaves on trees begin to brown, dry and crumple - such as the state of sehun is now. he is feverish from cold, shivering and wheezing under layers of thick blanket that luhan has prepared for him every year during these times.

“Lu—,“ he says weakly, the sound muffled under the blankets. he wiggles his fingers, and luhan can feel a slight push of wind to his back, so soft that it did nothing to move him. luhan grabs his crutches and drags himself towards the bed.

“what is it?” his hand gentle brushes sehun’s hair, slowly, affectionately that it makes the latter’s heart feels like bursting.

“come here.” sehun shifts his body a bit to give some space before pulling luhan to the bed. his cold arms wraps around luhan’s waist, holding him tightly. 

luhan latches his fingers on sehun’s, wincing a bit when an odd feeling of sheer coldness struck his skin. sehun was always warm, like a morning light that greets him the first time he wakes up everyday. but now his skin is pale, almost translucent, and it freezes all over. luhan feels like crying, but he holds himself tight. this happens for several years already and sehun needs him to be strong. he rubs sehun’s back gently, smiling as the latter peppers kisses all over his face. 

through the open window on his room, bright with the lamp from his balcony, sehun can see a sliver sight of brown leaves falling from its tree. his limbs feel numb, heavy—very heavy. with the last of his strength, he leans more to the man beneath him. whispers of sweet words and love from his lips dance around the room, embedding themselves into the wall like a beautiful painting, enough for luhan to remember him until next year.  

sehun doesn’t want to go. 

 when the morning comes on the next day, sehun is gone. luhan clutches his hands into the bed sheet, where the lingering feeling of cold from sehun’s skin still stays. the soft rustle sounds from the windows snap luhan out from his thought and he walks towards it. the morning breeze welcomes his coming with playful dancing, playing with his bed hair with ticklish but lovely feeling. he smiles as he feels the wind brushes his cheek, stroking it gently like kisses. 

‘I’ll be back soon.’

[gayteenss]

Things you SHOULD do when you kiss me:

Push me against the wall, the/a door

Gently grab my chin and make me look into your eyes

Grab my waist and pull my body against yours

Caress my cheek

Pull my hair

Put your hand in the back pocket of my jeans

Bite my lip

Put your arms around my neck

Tease me

Look at me with those eyes of yours, that naughty look of yours is irresistible

[psych-facts]

Just because you don’t say much doesn’t mean people don’t notice you. It’s actually the quiet ones who often draw the most attention. There’s this constant whirlwind of motion and sound all around, and then there’s the quiet one, the eye of the storm.

Amy Efaw (via psych-facts)

[c-n-u-deactivated20150824]

do u think buckys arm makes overheated computer sounds when he blushes due to his rise in body temperature like imagine steve kissing his cheek and suddenly u hear “WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRR”

[potetochen-writes]

Drabble 03 (mama!au)

Simple story of sehun and his power. I’m planning to make this a series but we’ll see how it goes :) enjoy!

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  It was like his mind wouldn’t give him any other dreams.

Sehun feels a soft surface touches his forehead. He blinks awake. His mother’s face is an inch from his.

"Oh you’re awake?" She asked, surprised, but still smiling anyway. She gets off from the bed, reaching to turn off the ringing alarm that just blasted off. "That’s like half an hour early."

Sehun rubs his forehead absently, feeling it a bit moist from slight lipstick mark. “Did you do this everyday?”

She looks at him, a little bit offended at her son’s remark. “Maybe,” her eyes spark in mischief. “Why, can’t I kiss my only son?” She proceeds to steal a peck to sehun’s forehead again before the boy rolls off the bed. “Rude,” she pouts.

"Aren’t you suppose to leave early?" Sehun gets up finally, his head pounding heavily. Today is no different afterall.

"Ah yes, the meeting." She hurriedly takes her bag and a pile of documents from sehun’s desk. "I’m going then, sehun-ah. Don’t be late to school."

"Hm," sehun mumbles a yes. He shifts forward, arms circling her mother’s petite figure in a back hug. "Drive safely, mom."

Her smiles then is as bright as the morning sun. “I will, sehun-ah.”

        He remembers that there was a yellow-grass field. He also remembers that he was sitting alone on a chair in the middle of it. There was also gust of winds, hurricane of sounds and blast of dust in front of him, but the rest of the dream are blur.

        It’s now seven-thirty and there’s no sign of huang zitao anywhere.

Sehun looks at his phone. He already sent six messages and twelve calls to tao’s phone but none of his reply comes. Their class starts in half an hour and they need at least twenty minutes to reach the school.

Five minutes passed and sehun checks his phone again. Nothing.

Their first class for today is chemistry, and sehun is currently very afraid of mrs. Kim, their chemistry teacher who also partimes as a witch (according to popular belief.) He already got his score cut in half for his last experiment and he doesn’t want to repeat that experience for his lateness today.

Sehun considers to go by himself but he is a good friend. A good friend never leave a friend behind, especially tao, who apparently knows karate (it’s wushu actually but sehun of course just calls it as he wants) and can kick any asses to the sky and back.

Knocks come from the front door.

Sehun pulls the door open with a speed of light. “Huang zitao!”

"Morning, sehunnie!" The boy chirps, still in the high-pitch voice of his that seems never get to experience puberty. His panda eyes curve up into slits as he grins.

Sehun is ‘this’ close to slam the door back shut. But he stops his hand as the surrounding suddenly grows quiet, too quiet. Behind tao, the rush of people walking on the sidewalk stops, and the air stays in place. Sehun glances at the clock.

The secondhand isn’t moving.

Tao smirks. “Ready to go?"

        He remembers the wind moved towards him, along with the loud roar. He remembers it pooled around his hand, pulsating and spinning on top of his palm.

And then he woke up. Sweats trailed from his forehead and his body feverish all over.

        Sehun moved his fingers lightly towards the tree. A soft breeze suddenly blows around the leaves and branches, pushing the baloon enough to float to his hand.

"Here," he said to the little girl. Her smile wide and the pigtails on her hair bounce as she skips towards him. She takes the baloon from his hand, gripping the string tighter now to not lose it again.

"Thank you so much mister!" She lisps cutely, rosy cheeks colored her round face. She dashes back to her mother, arms flailing animately to tell her what happened.

Sehun finds himself smiling. In between another breeze and falling leaves, sehun thinks this ‘condition’ of his isn’t that bad afterall.

[lupiiisms-archive-deactivated20]

Send me a pairing and a line of dialogue and I'll write you something?

"I just really need to have you here right now."

"Didn’t you see what I did?!"

"Oh fuck, oh FUCK."

"Please come get me."

"Where are you?!"

"I’m coming, just sit tight!"

"Look at me - just breathe, okay?"

"I can’t breathe!"

"You don’t have to stay."

"It’s all my fault."

"It’s all YOUR fault!"

"Don’t fucking touch me."

"Please I just… really need space right now."

"I’m right here. I’m not going anywhere."

"I’m gonna be sick."

"Ever wonder if the world would be better off without you… ?"

"I’m sick of being USELESS."

"You’re not useless."

"Shit, are you bleeding?!"

"Please, put it DOWN."

"Shh, c’mere…"

"It’s okay to cry…"

"Don’t listen to them. Don’t you EVER listen to them."

"I’m not cut out for this."

"Just leave me ALONE."

"Please listen to me-"

"You can trust me."

"Don’t trust me."

"What happened doesn’t change anything."