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Hey y’all! I come with a heavy heart to announce that I will be taking a semi-hiatus until I can catch up with my new routine. I won’t go into much detail, but I’ve been having a lot of issues with my anxiety and need to take a step back from this blog. I’m thinking I might re-vamp or change up something. Drop some threads. Clean my following list. Anything I can do to fix the clutter that is my blog.  Obviously it’s not permanent, but you will start to notice that my replies will be slower and often coming from the queue I have set up.  Take it easy!

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Hi everyone! I decided to rebrand and leave this blog to rest. You can find me over >>> HERE.

I’m still working on things and moving threads there. Might drop a few too. Who knows. 

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Hi everyone! I decided to rebrand and leave this blog to rest. You can find me over >>> HERE.

I’m still working on things and moving threads there. Might drop a few too. Who knows. 

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Hi everyone! I decided to rebrand and leave this blog to rest. You can find me over >>> HERE.

I’m still working on things and moving threads there. Might drop a few too. Who knows. 

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Hi everyone! I decided to rebrand and leave this blog to rest. You can find me over >>> HERE.

I’m still working on things and moving threads there. Might drop a few too. Who knows. 

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❣️                             SOFT   INTERACTIONS  !

send  one  of  these  in  to  see  my  muse’s  reaction  (  add “ +reverse”  for  my  muse  to  do  the  action  to  yours ) .

[ crawl ]  for  your  muse  to  crawl  into  bed  with  mine .

[ flower ]  for  your  muse  to  offer  my  muse  their  favourite  flower .

[ slow dance ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  slow  dance .

[ gift ]  for  your  muse  to  surprise  my muse  with  a  gift  ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ homemade gift ]  for  your  muse  to  make  my  muse  a  gift    ( & bonus if you add what the fit is ) .

[ serenade ]  for  your  muse  to  sing  to  my  muse .

[ embrace ]  for  your  muse  to  pull  my  muse  into  a  tight  embrace .

[ caress ]  for  your  muse  to  gently  run  their  hand  down  my  muse’s  face .

[ caught ]  for  your  muse  to  catch  my  muse  wearing  their  shirt .

[ love letter ]  for  your  muse  to  give  my  muse  a  love  letter  they  wrote  for  them

[ boop ]  for  your  muse  to  boop  my  muse  on  the  nose .

[ date? ]  for  your  muse  to  ask  my  muse  to  go  on  a  date .

[ confess ]  for  your  muse  to  confess  their  feelings  to  my  muse .

[ sleepy ]  for  your  muse  to  slowly  fall  alseep  on  my  muse’s  lap .

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yariibu·:

yu listened to henry list off ways to brew coffee with a pretty impressed look on his face . though , he was already expecting to be impressed by henry - he certainly seemed like the type to have a lot of tricks up his sleeve that weren’t obvious just by looking at him . maybe that was why he was so interesting to be around . yu felt like he learned something new about him with every change in conversation topic .

❝ well , doctor , we’re drinking to the new year . i’m not letting you go off on your own with everyone else who’s been drinking tonight . so yes , you’re staying here tonight . ❞   he says that with such a teasing smile , but he means exactly that . yu had a very high alcohol tolerence , but he definitely feels a lot more relaxed when the beers starts trickling in one by one & their casual conversation continues on .

at henry’s next inquiry , yu almost needs him to repeat it as grey eyes hyper-focus on the other’s form placed so comfortably in his lap . he swallows hard , eyes drifting elsewhere in the room as he tries to formulate an answer . 

there’s a hum that catches in his throat , a finger tapping against his beer can .   ❝ well , i guess….. nah , nevermind - ❞   he cuts himself off , realizing that his thoughts first went to things he couldn’t do when he was a kid - & thinking that henry probably didn’t mean any of that dumb stuff he was possibly thinking about . so , he waves a hand dismissively .  ❝ it’s kind of dumb . ❞

   The laziest of smiles etches on to Henry’s face at the cute use of the nickname, fingers aching to travel up and trace the fine curve of Yu’s jawline. Instead, his eyes do the work. Soft blue orbs wander along his features as a soft hum emits from him. “You drive a hard bargain, sir,” Henry quips in reply, an even larger grin slipping across his features. He lifts his head up just enough to tip the beer back against his lips. Tongue darts to lick away any that’s dribbled over the plush curve of his lower lip. He settles back down, awaiting the other’s response to his question.     However, as Yu decides to dodge his answer with a dismissive response, Henry lets out a small groan of complaint. “Nothing’s dumb, Yu. Especially not something you’ve always wanted to try. C’mon. I want to hear it,” his chin angles up, getting a better look at the other from where he lays. “How about I go first? Hmm.. I’ve always wanted to try...” he hums, eyes falling close as he wrestles through his mind.      His eyes blink open as an idea pops in. Positively pleased with himself, he taps the back of his hand against Yu’s chest. “I’ve always wanted to try a serious relationship with another man,” he muses, hand sliding back down to his chest and around the can his other hand’s still gripping. “I’ve always had flings with them and really only dated girls seriously because my mom had talked about wanting grandkids, but being older... I feel like having happiness with someone else is better than building a family with the wrong person. Besides, I’ve always preferred men,” he explains, the tips of his fingers circling the rim of his can.     His head tips back, eyes locking with Yu’s, “Your turn.” 

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welivetoserve·:

             【 ✪;; 】❝ I don’t want to talk about work when I’m with you. No talking about that, just kisses. ❞  Shuji said in a soft tone and made sure Yuki could see him smile. And then, possibly to change the topic from his job, he gently holds Yuki’s face in both hands and presses his lips against his. The issue with his job will need to be discussed…eventually, but tonight was all about giving his boyfriend the attention he craves. Even if Yuki’s intentions were to joke to lighten the mood, he wanted to do that without recalling the various men he’s been out with since the last time he was with Yuki.

           ❝ You brought your guitar, are you going to play for me again? ❞  Shuji asks after moving his lips from Yuki’s and trailing lightly kisses from his jawline up to his cheek.   ❝ I’ve been thinking a lot about the song you played for me last time, and I’ve been wanting to hear you play again. ❞

    Yuki isn’t able to describe the pang of disappointment he feels when Shuji avoids the subject. He knows it shouldn’t eat at him like this, but he knows Shuji means well for the both of them. Instead, he smiles into the kiss that’s given to him. He leans into the other’s embrace, eyes peeking open to meet the other’s gaze. A soft chuckle leaves him, leaning down to kiss the older’s forehead.      “Mhm,” he murmurs, eyes falling close at the parade of kisses that march along his face. “I wrote a song this time. Maybe you can let me know how it sounds. I’m gonna use it in a competition,” Yuki explains, not yet getting up from the other’s grasp. He simply lays himself out in Shuji’s arms, head curling into the crook of the other’s neck. “But I want to lay here a little bit longer. You smell really good,” Yuki hums, lips grazing against the curve of his neck. His hold tightens on the other, relishing in this shared moment between them. “I was also thinking maybe we could take a day trip to the beach when I go on break...” 

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welivetoserve·:

              ❝ Mm, it’s hard not to miss someone you’ve grown fond of. ❞   Shion says in a hushed voice, almost a whisper, referring back to their previous conversation that had been on the blond’s mind all this time. He could very easily just be getting caught up in the moment and excitement of being in a new country with Jumin, but there is at least some truth behind his words. Why else would he be here now, and the first thing he does after arriving is asking Jumin to make love to him?

                  With his back against the bed Shion lifts his head to steal a kiss from the older’s lips before pressing one against his neck; fingers working on the buttons of Jumin’s dress shirt as he does so. 

                  ❝ You know what I like, Jumin. Make sure you reward me for being so patient. ❞ 

    As Jumin mulls over the other’s quiet reply, he finds that perhaps the two of them have delved too deep into their arrangement. Part of him wonders if this is all part of Shion’s act and appeal, despite their countless encounters. It makes him wary, the unknown of if the other is simply saying those things because he knows it’s what Jumin wants to hear. Instead of lingering on the idea too long, however, he’s glad that the distance is quickly closed between them.     The kiss is returned, bracing himself against the mattress to hover over the other. His free hand comes to brush up into the hem of Shion’s shirt, skin memorizing the soft canvas of the other’s stomach. He lingers in the kiss a moment longer, pulling back when the other begins to speak.      “Mhm, and shouldn’t you be showing me some appreciation for ensuring your safe travels and accommodations?” Jumin quips with a soft chuckle, lips coming to press against the hinge of Shion’s jaw. “I’m glad you’re here, Shion.” 

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            shifting to lean his hip against the nearby counter  ,  he hums as if he was pretending to ponder on the word  .  “  a fugitive on the run from the law  ??  ”  he jokes with his shoulders lifting into a shrug  .  watching the other brew the tea  ,  he plucks at the imaginary dust on his sleeve as he listens to milan’s suggestion  .  “  black’s so boring … i enjoy the thrill of being chased  ,  ”  he grins  ,  will he come to regret those words one day  ??  words spoken with so much hubris as if he could never be touched by the law  ,  he just might regret it in the future  .  but he doesn’t live in the future  ,  he prefers the now  .  he hums  ,  “  i didn’t stray far  ,  i went to the dunyu ruins to explore a bit  ,  challenge a few fatui skirmishers … those guys are HUGE  ,  almost had too much trouble beating them  ,  ”

    “Then I suppose if you do get caught, then you shouldn’t be upset considering you’re against wearing black for the sake of stealth,” Milan chuckles, pleasantly content with the other’s presence in his little shop. As he prepares the tea for the both of them and listens to the other’s brief tales of travels, the soft clink of a tea cup breaks any lingering silence. Icy orbs slide up to meet the others as he regards that charismatic fellow with a warm grin. “I should join you one day in your travels. It would be a good opportunity for me to gather some new plants to study,” Milan murmurs, turning over to grab his own cup. He takes a sip from the porcelain and leans back against the counter across from the other. “I trust you’d be able to protect me, hm?” 

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ambivalent-auguries·:

“You will fall ill,” he murmurs, voice weak as he sinks deeper within the mattress, letting his fingers fall to his side. “I am perfectly fine. Beau,” he whispers and lets the tears gather in his eyes as he does, a small chuckle pulled out of his chest. In this moment, he realises… He’s never had someone look after him while sick. The simple realisation makes small sobs tremble upon his lips as he brings his palms to his burning face. “Perdon,” he mutters as he chokes on a breath, removing his hands and hurrying to display a gentle smile to the other. “Do not worry, they’re… I am simply tired,” he says, trying to reassure the brunet as he takes a hold of his hand. “Can you…” His lips fall close as his gaze falls upon the desperate hand that holds onto Beau’s and all of the sudden he feels sick at his stomach. He doesn’t continue, instead shaking his head as if to dismiss his own words. “You don’t have to do anything,” he mentions, retracting his shaky fingers away from Beau’s and instead brining them to his face to wipe away at his cheeks. 

    The touch to his cheek is immediately leaned into. His gaze is warm despite how tender the other’s words are. How concerned he is even in his time of weakness. He turns over, lips pressing to Elian’s palm for the briefest of moments. It feels natural, so natural he doesn’t realize he’s done it until the hand is pulled away. “I’m not worried, I’ve got a great immune system,” Beau insists, meeting the other’s gaze to find the prickle of tears. His smile dissipates as concern knits his brows. He worries about Elian -- more so when he isn’t around him due to the fact that this man is so easily brought to tears. “Elian,” Beau whispers, sitting up higher on his knees as fingers come to brother through the other’s hair. “Lay down,” he murmurs, though pauses as the other begins to pose his question.     The question never comes.      “Let me stay,” he quips in return, as if he can feel the pull from the other’s emotions. It feels like gravity, how strong the pull is. He gets up to his feet and goes over to the desk to grab a box of tissues left dormant. He returns to set the box down near the bed before pulling a few sheets to offer to the other. “I won’t take no for an answer, so don’t start,” he humors softly, folding the tissues into Elian’s free hand.     He pulls back again, going to the few spots he is familiar with. When he returns, he’s come with a glass of water and a cool wet towel for his forehead. “Now lay back for me, please. My mom used to do this for me all the time. Helps ease the fever,” Beau instructs as he sets the glass down next to the tissues and brings the wet towel to Elian’s neck. He brushes the dampened cloth on either side of his neck and then up to his forehead. “Please, Elian. You need to rest. Don’t worry about me, you hear?”

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ambivalent-auguries·:

Audrey hums under his breath as he listens to Yuki, a smile not leaving his features. He watches the man move through his space and chuckles softly under his breath as Yuki leans into him. His arms come to wrap around the other’s shoulders, small kisses placed against the blond’s shoulder and then temple. 

“So you want my place,” he pipes up with a laugh, tightening his grip on the other as he burrows himself within Yuki once again, lips hovering over the other’s neck and nape. “I slept good as well,” he murmurs quietly, inhaling in Yuki’s scent - he swears he will never tire of the way the other’s proximity makes his body hum with pleasure and contentment. “Everything feels natural with you,” he confesses as he lifts his face, presenting a bright grin to the other. 

   “I suppose you could say that, hm?” his eyes lift to examine the space until he feels Audrey shift closer. His stomach flips at the close proximity, eyes immediately drawn to the warm expression breathing him in. Yuki’s hand comes down, carefully dragging fingers along the soft slope of Audrey’s jaw. He hips his head up, lips coming to settle on the other’s. His heart flutters in his chest from the contact. Strange -- how he could go years not thinking of anyone in a romantic way and how quickly it changed over night.      He lingers there a moment longer and draws back, fingers lightly pinching at Audrey’s cheek. Yuki chuckles, smoothing his thumb over where he’s pinched. “Your energy can bring a smile to anyone’s face,” Yuki speaks, hushed and genuine. He pulls back enough to take a sip of his coffee. Humming in delight, he settles again. “So what do you do for a living? I noticed you like writing things down. Not every day I meet someone who writes poetry about someone they’ve just met.” 

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yariibu·:

copping a feel , huh ? with a snicker , ayato takes the opportunity of that comment to silently creep his hand over to sal’s waist , squeezing at his hip before withdrawing his hand . what he wasn’t expecting to feel in return - was sal’s hand slipping effortlessly into his own .   ❝ hmm….. ❞   he hums , following the sound with a loud whistle that certainly drew attention toward them .

he pulls the other in the direction of the train they planned to take - withdrawing a card from his pocket & scanning it against the machine that let them walk through the bars & to the platform .   ❝ kyahahaa ! party party , isalotta fuuuun ! ❞   ayato’s response is loud & jagged , earning a few odd stares from pedestrians or the steering of people away from the direction of the two . the platform is busy , people bustling everywhere as the speaker announces the next train to tokyo pulling into the station .

    Sal lets out a small shriek at the squeeze to his hip, a grin immediately following it. At least the guy has a sense of humor similar to his own. He looks the other over, smile soon softening as he finds his pace with the other once again.    The platform is noisy from the sound of steps and quiet chatter amongst pedestrians, but not nearly as bad as the streets outside. He rocks back on the heels of his shoes, tongue in cheek as he listens to the other chitter in his own peculiar way. At this point, Sal’s grown used to it -- actually, he’s rather fond of it. As the train pulls to a stop before them, his eyes immediately rise to the neon messaging system above the doors. “Tokyo, huh?” Sal hums, their joined hands serving as a good way to tug the other into the train.     Opting to stand in favor of showing his respect to the elderly and the women, Sal presses close to Ayato. His chin hooks over the other’s shoulder, hand slipping free to grasp at one of the metal poles hugging a bench. “Mm... maybe you should show me some of your favorite places when we get the chance. I’m interested to know.” 

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if you want to hurt me you don’t need to punch me you just need to show me this

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“It’ll be okay.”

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hancfubuki·:

      junho didn’t smile often nor feel comfortable around people, though eun was an exception to the rule. he couldn’t help but find hilarious the fact that the other was probably more excited than him. no– it was cute if he must describe it, yet that was a thought that he decided to save for himself. in a blink of the eye, they were finally on the street and even though he didn’t plan were to go beforehand he decided to simply go along with the other. “i don’t necessarily need something.” he replied, but at the same time he didn’t want to sound ungrateful. “but yeah, a good jacket sounds good. ah– maybe we could get matching ones? we could use them for the interview next week, i’m pretty sure the staff would let us.” 

    Eun tips his head thoughtfully at the suggestion of matching jackets. A chuckle lifts at his shoulders as a tender smile creeps across his features. He leads Junho to the first clothing shop -- a personal favorite of his. His hand comes to rest at the other’s lower back, guiding him into the establishment ahead of him. As they enter the store together, Eun finally replies with a, “I would like that.” While Eun loves a majority of REIGN, there has always been a special spot for Junho in his line of relationships. While their friendship is different than most, Eun considers Junho to be one of his best friends -- if not only best friend. “What color are you wanting?” he asks as he trails behind Junho. 

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yariibu·:

confusion washes over tooru’s expression at the same time that panic does - feeling like he should have definitely shown up sooner as to not disappoint jules . but , his apologies would be pointless now , so he decides to just follow the other closely instead . teal eyes are fixated on the taller as he explains himself & the work they planned to do that day . of course , he still doesn’t completely understand what’s going on , but whatever he needed to do in order to pay back the property he destroyed & not be a burden , he’d do it . 

so , when he’s instructed to stay quiet & simply watch the encounter between jules & whoever this client may be , tooru obediently nods . eyes momentarily focus on their move onto the platform in order to not trip over his own feet , but he listens intently to jules’s instructions .   ❝ r-right . i’ll be quiet , ❞   he reassures with a nod . the train boarded & starting to move , a hand instinctively grips at one of the poles to keep his balance .   ❝ but….. am i really all that useful to you if i don’t do anything ? ❞

    The other’s question prompts Jules to smile a little warmer. His hand comes to rest at Tooru’s back, firm palm pressing into his form. “You are more useful than you realize, Tooru,” Jules says, finally addressing the other by his name in a more casual tone. His gaze settles on the other, his free hand gripping at one of the poles to keep him steady. “You’ll be my support, of course. Every support is necessary for success. Besides, how will you learn if you don’t watch first? If you would’ve preferred a script, you should’ve told me. I assumed you learned best from experience,” his tone is light, laced with the upbringings of a chuckle.     When the train pulls into their destination, Jules’ hand slips from the pole. He ushers Tooru out of the train and on to the platform. “I want you to pay attention to the words I emphasize. It’s also important to explain a bit of every piece rather than just one. That way, the client feels more knowledgeable about the artist and all of their works rather than just the one. Additionally, the likelihood of purchasing more than one is higher,” he continues to explain as he pulls a business card with the address sketched down on it. He leads Tooru to a warehouse. Inside of the warehouse is a rather astonishing display. A round room of art work, big and small. In the center of the set up pieces, a couple -- safely assumed to be the clients they’ll be working with tonight. Jules’ demeanor brightens up significantly, his hands clapping together as his charismatic nature comes barreling full force. Greetings and handshakes are tossed around, as well as some questions to the clients to help break the ice.     Thus, the show begins. In the midst of the circle of art pieces, there are three fakes. It’s up to the client to successfully pick the actual works.