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i moved again :/ !! catch me over here with a few new muses n more on the way !
flowers bloom at night ― some HOLY things can only happen in darkness. 🞤 for a friend &&. ♥ for a small starter !!
flowers bloom at night ― some HOLY things can only happen in darkness. 🞤 for a friend &&. ♥ for a small starter !!
i Will return here…. depression is a bitch and work is a bitch and they’re tag teaming me behind a 7/11
YOUR WRITER ELEMENT
smoke writer
'and he took the cigarette from his lips, placing it between his own. he took just one drag, long and slow, and then, he breathed it out in the other's face.' you smile in front of your enemies, and puff in their faces the smoke. you like to see them cry, like to see them suffer. you write pain in the most elegant way, making it a candy that slowly melts on the reader's tongue. you may have limits, but you push yourself always past them. love the challenge your comfort zone can’t give you. you are the mysterious person everyone has a crush on, the one that smiles in front of the storm and kneels in front of weak ones. and your writing reflects it. it charms everyone and, even if the exit door is there, your reader will never take it. you're the one who can take a trope, one so used that it's a clique, and create something completely new. your work is breathtaking, emotions described so well they feel real, and characterization that makes your stories pop out between all the others.
tagged by: @etherealve thank you !! tagging: @peppermvnt, @wcvensouls, @nobilitylost, @newsflsh, @bluehcvrs, and anyone else who wants to steal it !!
was dealing with pet health issues and brainrotting over alice in borderland but !! will be getting to everything i owe here sometime tmrrw after work !
@peppermvnt !!
“hayoonie.” for a girl who is just her friend, there is a suspicious warmth curling around the vowels of her name as it rolls off noah’s tongue ; for a girl who is a content creator like she is ( just in an entirely different sphere of the web ), there is a certain anticipation that would not otherwise be present at the prospect of filming some challenge or another. she didn’t pay much mind to what they’ll be doing, juvenile crush filling mind with fluff instead of focus. “need any help setting up for the video ?”
why are the monstas so determined to make me drink pepsi
bluehcvrs
yuuya has gotten used to haewon just popping into existence next to him. it still makes him jump sometimes, but he’s getting there. it doesn’t catch him off guard when she arrives today, but the outstretched hand does. ❝ can i feel you? ❞ he echoes, brows tugging together to mimic hers as he tries to focus his senses. he can feel something. it’s less like being touched by a person and more like being touched by… well, some kind of energy. it’s what he imagines touching lightning must feel like. ❝ i can feel… something. ❞
for a moment, she thinks she can feel her heart launch into her throat, a familiar ball of nerves and worries that makes a home next to her vocal chords, silencing her words before she can spit them out. she feels almost human, almost alive, in that moment, watching with bated breath and tentative flaming hope that yuuya will say something that will ease this odd feeling crawling down her flesh. haewon doesn’t know why she’s as disappointed as she is, when he admits he feels something, a vague feeling and not at all what she wanted to hear. yet she keeps her hand suspended, outreached, willing her energy to concentrate at her fingertips in vague hopes of feeling him. “sorry, this is dumb, huh ? i just.. really wanted to hug you ?”
give me ur hoodies and shirts and i'll ride u in them
newsflsh
amusement flashes through heavily lidded eyes, watching her inch closer and closer to his side; hand finds purchase on the small of her back easily, smile on his face matching the grin that lights up hers –– he’s enamored without having to say the words. “you’re early.” haneul counters, irises bathed in mirth as he takes her in. “been waiting for me, have you ?”
anticipation sparks at the point where his hand meets her back, shameless in the way she leans into his touch in further seeking of it, in encouragement to claim a spot at her hips to keep her close. it doesn’t help, his grin alight in something too honey warm. it doesn’t help, when astrid laughs an airy little noise, less the facade she’s supposed to be wearing and more genuine amusement. “it’s impolite to keep a lady waiting,” prelude of a tease, an admittance in the vowels and consonants. “besides, it’s only fun when i know you’ll be watching me win.”
peppermvnt
“ dude, are you kidding me? ” christian said that, raising an eyebrow at him that said ‘you’re one to talk’. after that, all christian could do was shake his head and cross his arms, hoping that caspar would give it a break. he was persistant - christian was not the person to ask when it came to all things paranormal. ‘ favorite friend ‘ - he looked down at his shoes. “ are you saying that to try and get me to go along with this? ” because christian was certain that what caspar was saying about him not leaving him with broken legs would possibly be a lie. “ are you really going to make me do something that i don’t want to do? that’s how horror movies start, you know? going into an ‘abandoned place’ which is cursed and end up being chased by somebody. you must not value your life like that. ”
“yeah, duh - c’mon man, i’ve been dying to get some footage of this abandoned house. it’s only three stories and we won’t even be on the third story, since the floorboards are allegedly so rotted you’ll fall through them.” is this supposed to be helping convince christian or further proving that caspar is just one misstep away from the beginning of a horror movie, and he’s determined to drag the other down with him ? “okay, wait, no - that sounds horrible, but it isn’t that bad ! it’s only supposed to be haunted by a couple of ghosts. nothing cursed or demonic or anything, promise.” caspar is this close to actually dropping to his knees, hands clasped together in fervent hope that the other agree, shameless when it comes to anything paranormal. “c’mon please ? just go with me this one time and i’ll never ask you again.”
s.....someone..... spare filth for my muses pls :/
etherealve
Her concern had brought on a lazy smile on his lips. The look of tiredness must have been evident on his features even though he swore a long time ago, that he would rather erase than reveal how he feels. Shin took the pen that was left by the table and twirled it between his thumb and index finger, his eyes fixated on the object. “It`s nothing much, I was just tired.” He simply said finally meeting her gaze but the detective knows that Kieran will find out sooner or later anyway, she was just that kind of friend.
He casually leaves the pen on the table again and leaned back on his seat, “Just that the last case involved a family.” He scratched the corner of one of his eyebrows, “I shouldn’t take personal feelings with me but It’s been affecting me more than I thought. Sorry, it’s not the best kind of conversation to have when we finally met after a while.”
though attention seems to linger on the mechanical ministrations of setting teapot to boil on the back burner and bringing two empty mugs to rest on counter in preparation, kieran is all too aware of the other taking up residence at her table. it’s admirable, the way she has known him to tamper down his emotions when it comes to his workload ( a skill she wishes to hone ) ; it’s admirable, as much as it is foolish. in this moment, when she all but swears she can hear the exhaustion writ into his very voice, she thinks him a fool for trying to hide from her, when he knows her well enough that she won’t accept a simple declaration of fatigue.
she turns, then, attention rapt and focused on her friend for one, two, three endless beats. silence rests on her tongue, before brows pinch together in the middle and the beginnings of an empathetic purse form at the corners of lips. “stop apologizing, first of all. if i wanted an apology, i’d demand one from you.” a tease interweaves brief and fleeting in voice, before tone mellows out once again. she’s quick to cross the distance, until she can take her seat across from him, until she can see just how tired shin truly is. “tell me about it - your case. or whatever details you can tell me. it’s only tiring to experience such emotions when it’s just you carrying them.”
peppermvnt
“ you wanna stay at an abandoned place? that’s fine - you’ll just be doing it with someone else. ” christian shook his head, crossing his arms. too many horror movies, too many stories, too many people going inside and never coming back out… to christian, it seemed as if caspar had gone completely crazy asking him to tag along with him. “and why are you asking me? you should’ve known i was going to say no. don’t you have any other friends that you can ask that’ll say yes? ” christian knew a few people that he was almost certain would say yes to his request, while christian himself would hold his hands up and back up until he was behind the safety of the front door.
“oh, come on !! look, if it makes you feel any better, we won’t stay the entire night. just ‘til the witching hour, and then we can go home and you can go hide in your bed !” such a bold tease, coming from the man who has hours of footage of himself jumping at shadows and sounds and everything in between. but christian needn’t know that - just as he needn’t know that caspar has already asked his other friends, and they all had immediately shut him down before he could get a word in edgewise. “i’m asking you because you’re my favorite friend, and i trust you not to leave me with broken legs like my other friends would.” a last ditch effort but, again, christian needn’t know all the technicalities and little details. “i’m not above begging on my knees, and you know that.”
wcvensouls
although taeseok had resisted coming clean to himself and embracing who he really was for a very long time, he had to admit that this felt… quite nice. truth be told, he had never been this happy before in his entire life. he felt free and light — and being able to share those moments with someone that meant as much to him as harlow did meant a lot to him. coming back home to find the other in his couch never failed to make him happy, to put a very subtle, yet genuine, smile on his lips. “ mhm. ” he hummed in response, tightening his arms around the other a little bit more. “ just working on some new songs and then having some executive meetings too on top of practicing. ” being so close, tae couldn’t help burrowing his face on the crook of harlow’s neck and taking a deep breath. “ what about you, though? what have you been up to? ”
a soft hum lilts off tongue, the trail end of whatever new song he had been learning or relearning curling ‘round quiet noise. the apartment feels more like home with taeseok curled around him, an added presence that settles heart in ribcage and coaxes free a small smile to hang off corners of lips. harlow leans back into the embrace, head bobbing in answer and response, empathetic murmur injected into words: “it sounds like it was a long day. how are your new songs coming along ?” the grin on lips curls deeper, coaxed by the scant distance between them, by the shiver that races down spine at the feel of warm breath against neck, intimate and simple. “i wasn’t nearly as busy as you. i actually visited my parents, earlier in the morning. they wanted me to tell you to eat, and rest.” always asking after the other, like their own second son.