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hiii just a small update ! 

i will probably be slow at replies for the next two weeks bc i am on campus now and doing a bunch of productive student things T-T by the time i get home im exhausted so hopefully i can adjust to everything soon and find energy to hyperfocus on writing and write w new moots/people i haven’t had a chance to interact with yet :] okie that is all goodbye 

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this is so ugly how do i edit html on the app 🤨 i miss u guys and i miss writing …. school is killing me …. hopefully i will have free time this weekend to message back and pick up writing again :D

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hiii just a small update ! 

i will probably be slow at replies for the next two weeks bc i am on campus now and doing a bunch of productive student things T-T by the time i get home im exhausted so hopefully i can adjust to everything soon and find energy to hyperfocus on writing and write w new moots/people i haven’t had a chance to interact with yet :] okie that is all goodbye 

[metamorphesque]

― Haruki Murakami, Norwegian Wood

[cyberpunkes]

Park Jae-eon + hair down – NEVERTHELESS (2021), dir. Joo Sa Hyun

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bittcrsvveet​

          “what do you mean?” gun asked with furrowed brows. squinting a bit now. “so… you just want to stop? without even asking me how i feel? typical. you know what, maybe it’s best we do stop doing… whatever the fuck this is.”

          perhaps it was demeaning for chul to laugh, but he couldn’t help himself. “asking you how you feel? are we in elementary school, gun?” he makes his way to the mirror, hands adjusting his hair until satisfied. “i think you’re getting a little too hurt over this, it’s not personal...i just think we both can find something more entertaining.” he turns to face gun, shrugging as his lips press into a thin line. 

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* starter for @unlovc​ based on x ! 

hues from the stands and rides would light their path as they entered the carnival. it was a date, they were on a date, they were dating? it felt strange, hand in hand like this. she couldn’t help but glance down, suddenly timid around the other. yehwa hadn’t done this before, though he chose her so feeling special was a given. “wait, look.” she’ll point several feet away towards the ugly-in-a-cute-way octopus, tugging at his hand simultaneously. “we need that, yu! i will spend all of our money if i have to. hold on, let’s go before someone wins before us.” her smile was from ear to ear, they were an ‘us’ now.

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* starter for @unlovc​​ based on x !

“i think three weeks is enough time for me to have moved on, now i’m in the bitter phase of the break up.” kira resumes stretching until they’re frustrated enough to collapse on the floor. their ranting had went on like this in between the classes they taught, forcing the other to listen. “you’d do it for me right? it’s valid for me to want my ex pissed off. and not only that, i have to prove i’m doing 100 times better than before. i know no one else would say yes...but you love me, so you have no choice but to be my accomplice and fake date me for like...two seconds, i swear.” their rambling ends with sitting up enough to take the other’s hand and smile mischievously, “huh, huh, huh, what do you say?” 

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* starter for @rsepect​ based off x !

the impact sends them stumbling backwards, scoffing as they watch the stranger walk away. julien chose the wrong night to end up at the club, but it was worthwhile considering they technically won the fight — at least by default. “i would’ve fucked him up more if it wasn’t for my residency, can’t get kicked out unfortunately.” they use the back of their hand to blot their lip, wincing at the sensation. “are you okay though? sorry for going all possessive alpha male...99% of the time it’s the only way to get rid of the dicks that wanna act like creeps.” luckily, underground clubs were julien’s second home, so they knew the easiest way to avoid escalation. if bruised lips and knuckles could even be categorized as avoiding.

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* starter for @rsepect​ based of x !

adonis flashes a smile to the bartender, the pads of his fingers tapping to signal another round. he’ll feel nauseated, but continue draining the liquid without complaint. beside him would be an empty seat,  ‘good, they’ll probably take a minute.’  he thought while scrolling through his contacts for a familiar number. several dial tones later he’ll be forced to leave a voicemail along the lines of, “hey, you’re sleeping. i’ll call you again tomorrow if i can, but i’ll bring over breakfast. don’t go-” interrupted by slurred whining, “adonis take me hooome.” a scowl on his face as he finishes his sentence, “don’t go anywhere, i’ll be there in the morning.” and so, his words were spoken into existence. here adonis was the next morning, ringing the doorbell and hearing its familiar tune. “i still have the key, y’know, so even if you pretend you aren’t home i’ll let myself in.” he’ll say, leaning against the doorframe.

[haewonoh]

nayeon ♡ w korea making film

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the sexual tension between me and wanting 3920948239 threads but will probably regret it in the future

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unholyrps​

“i’m not choosing anyone-” danny stopped, hand lifting to card through his hair as he looked at adonis. “i’m not trying to hurt you.” might be a little too late for that, honestly. “so what, you’re saying you want to be exclusive then?” because that’s what it boiled down to, wasn’t it?

filling the distance between them is a bitter laugh, adonis felt as if every button was being pressed. “hurt me? i don’t get hurt, danny.” his fingers snap in their face before pointing from himself to the other. “i don’t need this to be exclusive, i’m just telling you to stop fucking around with other people and making it seem like we haven’t had something going on when i’m around you.” his tone demanding, feeling too hot headed to speak any other way.

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unholyrps​

even after the other had left mingi didn’t move right away. he didn’t want to rush, to have to leave sooner than necessary. but at the same time? maybe he should leave. he didn’t want to overstay a welcome, especially one that was so random. either way it wasn’t long before he was cleaning himself up, though he did find himself hesitating when it came to the clothes. if he left here with the others clothes on his back, well - yeah, that wouldn’t help the healing process, now would it? so as much as he wanted to, mingi didn’t help himself.

mingi could feel a slow build of anxiety, it had him picking at his fingers as he made his way out to the kitchen. he’s already resisted the urge to leave, found it a little hard to look at titus - and only felt that urge growing again. definitely didn’t help with the budding anxiety. it just hurt, and he didn’t know how to change that. “i, um,” he was still picking, most definitely avoiding eye contact. it smelt so good, and titus was being so good to him. didn’t make him leave in the middle of the night, and wasn’t rushing him out the door right now. the other was literally in the process of making pancakes - but it felt wrong. the shifter didn’t want to all but force his presence on his ex, especially if he was just being nice. “i don’t want to bother you, titus.” was said after a moment. he had a feeling the longer he was here, the harder it was going to be to not talk about it.

maybe it was his sensitivity or maybe it was the dramatics, either way, seeing the other reject his offer hurt. it was selfish of titus to wish for a piece of himself on mingi when the shapeshifter wasn’t his to begin with. the last pancake is placed gently on the stack, pushed towards his ex in silence. the suffocation is back, a grasp on his heart that’s toying with its lifespan. he could hear the universe laughing at his misery, at his failure to pick up the pieces of this relationship. titus leans against the counter, palms resting flat on the surface while evaluating where his response could go if not worded carefully. 

“am i not allowed to want you in my life at all, min?” his head hung low, honesty seemed to have won the tug of war against being realistic. “you came here, i didn’t tell you to leave for a reason. if i didn’t want you here, you wouldn’t be here. i wouldn’t have let you have a key to my place-” you’re being too emotional, he tells himself, stop before you start something. there’s a forced smile on his expression, hands clasping together as he looks at mingi. “i’m gonna freshen up, you can eat and leave. i won’t make you stay longer than you need to.” pushing hostility seemed to be the only resort when it came to making rational decisions around mingi. it left him confused, lost, unsure how to handle the feelings he carried for the other. titus would be at constant war with himself without providing answers to mingi, so maybe it was best to make it harder for him now so he could be happier later. 

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svnsorsvns​

“time will never make anything better if you don’t fight for it.” adoane mutters into the air, shifting to rest against one hand as he had sat up the moment before uttering such words. “time is just something that forces you to move on even when you shouldn’t.” getting better was something different entirely though adoane knew, turning head to look over at him, “if the memories are causing you misery you should just forget them, but wanting a distraction from them lead you to me.”

“actually, you being one of my only friends led me to you.” coping with humor would be a new habit of theirs, not a good one though. xiang closes their eyes, anxiously pulling at the grass until uneven patches surrounded him. “fighting is...why do i have to fight for myself? and rely on hope, ane.” their head turns to meet eyes with the other, “it feels so unrealistic that we’re somehow programed to fight and hope for better things when the world will still go around in circles regardless of what we do. are we that worth it?”

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svnsorsvns​

why - why did he - “why do i always have to be the better one?” he couldn’t stand it. he couldn’t stand… this. letting chul talk like this to him and expect him to just be fine with it. yu had done it for so long now, had trusted him enough to even tell him the things he did, so why - why was it that chul couldn’t have even a bite of care for him? yu lets out a bit of a laugh, shoulders relaxing, and it was almost like he’d given up with the way he smiled even if his eyes that refused to look at the other held no joy. “it might be fine for you, but it’s not for me.” a pause, before he’s turning his head to look at him, “this isn’t working.”

it was habitual to make a visible line between chul and his relationships. he knew there wasn’t ever anyone worthy of ‘fighting for’ — at least with his morals. people were assets or liabilities, well, emotions were liabilities. there is a twitch to his expression hearing yu speak his piece, but it was unsatisfying. a click to his tongue, chuckling in response. “you realize we didn’t have anything to work with in the first place?” hand running through his own hair, looking off to the distance before towards yu. “what we have right now is the aftermath of everything from the past. i am doing better, because if i wasn’t, then i wouldn’t have bothered keeping you around.”