s e a f a i r e r .

independent & selective original character #seafairr written by zack

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@ people doing these pronoun url things, can nonbinary pronouns work 2 or

[antigonick]

you can be something else, something distant, sharp as the stars—

Maddie C., excerpt of Slaughterhouse / Temple (via henrydear)

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@kurosokohi continued (x)

nighttime was always so quiet, and in its silence seth found a momentary escape. somewhere in the hills, off a beaten path, he found the giant trunk of a fallen tree to settle on && watch the stars twinkle against the velvet backdrop of the night. he wasn’t one for doing this sort of thing often; always busy with his painting or his peddling out in the city, but. this was nice, wasn’t it? to just get away for a little while. to clear his head.

the sound of someone’s voice caught him, and he looked over a bit startled.

“oh ------ yeah, sure.” scooting over to give the other boy more space on the trunk, he looked anywhere but at them, suddenly feeling a bit awkward having been caught alone, doing something that people typically did partnered up with someone else. this was a romantic thing, right? something couples did, yeah? god, he must have looked like a pathetic sap just sitting there by himself. maybe they’d spotted him and felt sorry for him. shit.

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sure. sure, we’ll just say that seth bumped his head somewhere along the way, and that this whole thing was some fucked up fever dream of his. we can say that, right? that there was no way in hell he just wound up in a vast, endless desert out of nowhere ------ right? right. sure. 

his mouth was dry; filled with sand && caked over like the dunes casting shadows all around him. ashy and unusable. he needed water -- finding it both hard to even breathe, let alone yell out for help. besides, who would hear him anyway?

the boy pulled his hoodie off, wrapping it around his head like a makeshift sun blocker, and laid against the hill of rocky grains he awoke atop. the sky was barren of clouds, allowing the sun to burn at his pale skin easily. in no time at all, he was sure he’d turn a bright red, but... was there even a way out of here?

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“here, i made stew.” it helped during the colder months in keeping seth warm && well-fed that he knew how to cook at all, even slightly. stews were among one of his best dishes. he took care to let it simmer for hours on end, that way the broth and spices and meats had a chance to truly meld together in their liquidous dance. 

he set the small pot down on a table. “so, uh. math stuff, yeah? tutoring people must get boring.”

[onlyshoujo]

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                         i don’t want to regret anything .

[flosculuus]

this is a lame ass post but can you like or reblog this if you’re an original character(or would gladly interact with one)? I would really love to follow/interact with more ocs. they don’t have to be in the haikyuu fandom! other fandoms or even fandomless are fine!! pls help a gal out

[the-littlemiss-sunshine]

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“how’d you get your hair so straight?” hand moves up to touch at it, before he realizes that would probably be rude, and so he recoils back. “you use anything, or is that natural?”

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“nah ------ it’s nothing! i swear! i just got in a fight is all, it’s totally fine!” er, well. seth had never been a good fighter. sure, he’d been in a few throughout the years, but they almost always ended with him getting his pretty fucking face smashed in. he wasn’t strong, necessarily. and even if he were, he would always panic and get an anxiety attack during the brawl, effectively paralyzing him from defending himself in any capacity. so, sure. maybe it was fine. a few scratches there, a black eye here, and a bandage covering up the gnarly little stitches he had to get this time -- nothing to write home about on the surface. but of course, seth wasn’t mentioning how his ribs were wrapped up tight because one of them broke in half like a fucking bread stick. or, how breathing ( let alone the laugh he followed this all up with ) was a fucking chore. 

“look, just drop it okay? nothin’ to worry about.”

[angstiismmoved]

♊ B))

Send me a ♊ for a side to my muse which is not often seen.

It’s not like Vince GIVES a shit that Seth is seeing him like this, but more so he gives a shit whether the other thinks he looks pretty and could actually pull off drag. He’s already unapologetic twirled and done some ‘cute’ faces for the male that looked like he wanted to explode from laughter or some reaction he was holding back between tight lips.

“Alright, so what the fuck do you think? Keep the babydoll dress or sell it to some random bitch? Does the pink lip gloss work for me or no? Better with heels or the innocent flats?”

His hand goes to his hip and he’s cocking his head to the side as he stood in front of Seth; staring down at him with his default mean-looking gaze.

[manga-meow]

[unisonraidd]

[aquadruple-archive-deactivated2]

@seafairr

“Do you ever like just…..sleep? Like, sleep somewhere you wouldn’t usually sleep? Because I can sleep just about anywhere. In the waiting room, on the kitchen floor, in a tree….well actually I’ve never been in a tree before but uhh”

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“you wouldn’t be able to sleep in a tree. they’re not as comfortable as books && television make them seem. trust me.” perhaps his words came from a place of privilege, but he felt it would be fine to sway the boy from romanticizing about tree-sleeping altogether. nothing was ever as cool as it was in the media, that’s for damn sure. 

“i could sleep anywhere, though, yeah. and for days, too, probably. do the nurses and shit just let you camp out wherever you want?”

[shoujo-paradise]

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seth never had a ‘ muse ‘ before. he had always thought those were bullshit excuses; that artists and musicians just used them to justify why their sound changed, or why they’d peak too early in their career. but, wow. when he saw her, he felt an immediate draw to her. and, sure. maybe on some level that was creepy, but it didn’t feel creepy at all.

her eyes. he imagined that maybe on another planet, somewhere far out in to space, the sky for some alien life form looked like the irises of her eyes. “------ wow.”