* BREATH / SOUL

[the-memedaddy]

me irl

[overdueasteroid-archive-blog]

“we got framed for a crime we didn’t commit so now we’re on the run and having to kill and steal to survive and avoid arrest and now we really are dangerous criminals” au

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COMPLIMENT TIME ! hi, i love u, i hope u guys love me too.

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♡♡♡ // DISH OUT THAT ITU LOVE, BBY!!

COMPLIMENT TIME !@sweetagcny

BLUSH MY LOVE, MY LIGHT, MY EVERYTHING, THE LOML, how do i make this short and not so gay, anyway i’m full gay heart for you, you have always been there for me, i love you so goddamn much, you deserve everything, the world, the stars, the planets and i’m gonna go get those for you, you are my best friend, i would sell my soul for you and i’m so emotional, you are an amazing writer and i’m so happy you are back to writing again and i’m so sorry i am always so ugly with you because i have no filter when it comes to you DKJWKLFWKLFWK i love you until i stop breathing, heck i will even love you after that DQKLDKLWFKL

[sweetagcny]

( UNTRUSTWORTHY ).

❛  the way you speak is quite confident but your eyes tell another story,  ❜ the short vampire hummed against the other’s words with a very reluctant expression. ❛  i can’t tell if you really want to get into it or stay out of it completely.  ❜ // @sweetagcny  

                  KALEL RELEASES A SLOW BREATH through her nostrils as she tries to calm her racing heart whilst never letting her gaze falter away from the young woman in front of her, instincts warning her that it might not be a good idea to take her eyes off of the other. “ --- you can’t exactly blame me for being a bit unnerved, but don’t confuse my cautiousness for fear. i’ve faced things far worse. “ 

[sweetagcny]

( GUIDE ).

@sweetagcny

“So this is a portrait of the late princess.” It’s a picture of her sister, at least she really has passed away compared to the other girls, but it was easier to hang her picture in the gallery. “She was regarded to be so beautiful that she was comparable to the goddess Yunhwa, the goddess of the willow trees and daughter of Habaek.” She doesn’t often give tours, but they were short on guide that day. “She and her sisters were compared to goddesses, beautiful and charming. Their brother was a handsome prince, according to record. They were so well loved until a fire took out the royal family.” Also a lie, but you can’t exactly say that the entire royal family killed the household on transitioning into vampires.

                 GAINING KNOWLEDGE HAD TO BE one of nikolai’s favorite ways to pass the time, whether that’s sitting down in his apartment to study and research information on a topic alone or going out into the world and learning that way. his eagerness to learn had lead him to the history museum, and he was probably one of the more enthusiastic among the people in the building that day. every new detail or random fact niko was taught just continued to put him in awe. but he’s quickly becoming flustered the longer he’s in close proximity with the young woman that’s his tour guide of the museum that day, his sensitive nose picking up on a smell that’s oddly putting him on edge.                 “ --- she is beautiful. “ niko comments timidly, his light tone smooth as he brings his chestnut gaze up the meet the eyes that blankly stared back at him from the portrait. “ come to think of it, you and the princess have similar traits. “ a kind smile pulls the corners of his lips upward as he looks back to the guide, hands coming to clasp together in front of him. “ it’s terrible what happened to her family, though. it sounds... “ like a quick cover up story, is what the young detective in training wants to say. but he holds his tongue, giving a short sigh as he nods. “ yeah, it just sounds really sad. “

[sweetagcny]

( SOBER CRUSH ).

Plot: Yujin and her roommate ( M or F ) have been quite flirty lately and the last time they threw a house party they both shared a drunk kiss. 

She laid down on the couch, her eyes were glued to the television as she watched a movie the other had recommended earlier that day. Since the other didn’t know her job, she also gets ready for work when they did and pretends to go out. Her legs extend nearly touching the end of the couch. She hears the rings of the touchpad lock indicating the other was home. “Hello,” She greeted the other as her hand spreads the throw blanket over her skirt. They immediately join her, lifting her legs and resting them on their lap. “Long day??” She wondered beginning to feel a little warm from their innocent touch. Yujin already regretted the blanket but doesn’t bother to move it and just continue to stare at the television. 

                LONG DAY WAS A BIT of an understatement. nerves are officially shot and hiro is sure that tomorrow he would find large tufts of grey hair growing out of his scalp due to all of the stress he was currently under. plans are falling through and people are flaking out on him so close to his deadlines that he wonders if he should just give up on this important project that he’s spent months of his life working on. “ --- yeah, “ is his gruff reply. he’s so exhausted that he can’t even bring himself to feel awkward around the female even if images and emotions from that night are very much still crystal clear within his mind. once his giant body sinks into the comforting cushions of their sofa, he rubs his tired eyes and huffs out a laugh. “ just some trouble with work. but i’ll spare you the details because i don’t want to bore you.. “

[sweetagcny]

( THE ONE THAT GOT AWAY ).

Plot: He was released from jail one month ago and has been avoiding everyone trying to contact him. He bumps into an ex ( f ) and doesn’t know how to react. 

 His eyes sharpened on the receipt after purchasing a few things for his apartment. It was odd to just be roaming freely after being locked up for almost two years after something he didn’t even do. He didn’t quite know how he was going to readjust to life again… He missed out on a scholarship, friends, family, everything. Although he was proven innocent he still felt like an outsider. He felt so disconnected from the world yet he wasn’t eager to reconnect with anyone. As he walks towards the steps of his new apartment he hears his name but ignores it; its when he hears it more he realized it was a familiar voice. He stopped walking and slowly turned around to be faced with an old lover. His heart dropped almost instantly at the sight of them. No words managed to leave his lips and he just proceeded to walk away.

              PIPER HAD OVERHEARD FROM several sources that an individual who had been a special person to her in the past had been seen around town. and no matter how much she wanted to believe it, she needed to see for herself to be sure that it’s true. so with the help of informants that worked for her family, she was able to gain an address. and even if it was possibly one of the more foolish ideas she’s ever conjured up, piper has now found herself wavering around the area like a creep just waiting to see if she would actually catch a glimpse of a theoretical ghost.                the plan wasn’t to interact, she wasn’t supposed to give away the fact that she still cared. but in true piper fashion, all precautions she’d given herself before embarking on such an adventure were thrown into the wind as soon as her sights landed on the young man that looked so different after so long. but it was still him. it was like upon seeing him her body and mind ran on autopilot, calling after him and racing to close the distance between them. when he spun around, his eyes locking with her own, it was like she was stunned into a marble statue. suddenly unable to articulate words or vocalize any sound, all she could do for that silent drawn out moment was to stare. mouth opening only to close again, then repeat. what could she say ? she shouldn’t even be here.               her eyes widened even further at the sight of him turning away from her, feet decorated in an uncharacteristic pair of worn out sneakers squeaked against the sidewalk as she tried her luck a second time. now an arm’s length away she called out his name again, this time much softer. “ shinwon, please i --- i know i shouldn’t be here but i had to see you. “               the words sounded delusional and moronic as soon as they left chapped lips, she had no right to even say that. it was partly her fault he’d been trapped in that hell these past years, and she’d never forgive herself for it.

[sweetagcny]

( NIKO'S CHILD ).

[ open to ; anyone !! ]

‘ i’m serious, it’s nothing. –– god, you’re even worse than my mom, y’know that ?? ’ 

backstage, lying down on the stiff sofa as the other helps by nursing an ice pack to his swelling, possibly torn ankle ligament, hans brushes off the whole situation with an easy smile as he rubs his eyes. –––– it had been his big solo bit for his dance company’s showcase, something hans had been training for for months. but an mis-step had caused him to abruptly twist and land on his ankle, a sight that caused a singular gasp to ring throughout the audience. adrenaline had helped the experienced dancer make it through the rest of the piece, but as soon as it was over, he had limped off stage and into the other’s comforting care. 

he’s complaining, but really, it’s a thank you. 

               A BAFFLED LOOK IS sent to the injured dancer from niko’s place kneeling on the floor, coco hues widening at how hans could sound so nonchalant even when his ankle was swelling three times it’s normal size in a matter of minutes. but really the hybrid should have seen the other’s stubbornness coming, it was his friend’s natural defense mechanism when niko tended to become overbearing and worried. however even with hans’ collected manner niko still isn’t convinced. “ --- and you’re being as irresponsible for your well being like a child. “                 carefully as to not bring more discomfort to the other niko takes off the ice pack to gauge the ankle’s progress and winces at the discoloration that’s now quickly forming. “ yeah, yeah we need to take you to the emergency room. “

[sweetagcny]

( SHE-DEVIL ).

open for: m / f / nb | open to non mutuals chara: zhao yifei, college student but also mafia princess plot: yifei is out and about at a club and she’s drunk a little bit so that means she’s eating, breathing, and living confidence – what does that mean? teasing your muse who she saw out and about, a on again off again fling that’s filled with toxicity and not being able to leave each other alone tbh.

❛ don’t be so mean…  ❜ there is no slur to her words despite the fact that she’s been drinking, obvious in the way that she’s suddenly curled up next to their side in a booth that she’d seen them in only a few moments ago. she’s typically a messy drunk, just like she’s a messy girl when she’s sober but what’s more fun than to tease an ex lover?  ❛ is your girlfriend still around or did she leave you after she found out about us… ?  ❜ it’s rather bold of her considering she was the one who revealed the whole thing to the woman in the first place but that doesn’t mean yifei feels guilty. she doesn’t like someone else having what is hers and that’s exactly what they are, hers.

               HE’D BEEN AVOIDING HER ever since the ugly split between him and his now ex-girlfriend, well, could he truly even call her a previous lover if he didn’t completely devote all of himself to her ? questions and more questions. just like another burning query that begs to be spoken out loud once dark hues land on the beautiful dame that now curls against his side. what does she want NOW ? to ruin a perfectly good evening just like she had to ruin every other good thing he might have ? is he still bitter ? fuck yeah. “ --- you know the answer to that already, sweetheart. don’t play dumb, it’s not cute when you do it. “                 arik makes a point to shuffle further away from her, body pressing into the wall that blocks him from getting too far, an unbothered well practiced guise rests peacefully ‘pon masculine countenance. but one cannot miss the fiery inferno that burns within his hostile gaze that’s locked right onto the female. he wasn’t in the mood to play one of her games. he’s already promised himself that he’s finished with her. ( aren’t promises made to be broken ? )                 “ but i suppose i can indulge you with this: yes, she did leave after you successfully scared her away. however it’s not because there’s an US, nor will there ever be an US. you and i, have the on again off again fling type of dynamic which can hardly be classified as anything with significance. you’re the person i go to when i need something to do to pass the time, you’re just their to fill up the empty space until i find someone better. “ now he fully turns to face the girl head on, upper lip snarling slightly as he tosses the idea in his head that everything he’s saying with the intention to hurt her is probably going in one ear and out the other. this woman is the feminine version of a cruel monster he’s already got ONE of in his life, so he definitely doesn’t need another. as quickly as his visage displayed how disgusted he seemed to be with this situation, his face then twisted into something more coy. devilish. “ i have to say it’s quite amusing that you’d even think that there is an us to begin with, now that’s ADORABLE. “

[sweetagcny]

( STRANGER ).

‘    ♡    :    open starter  // / open to: anyone !  .  —  with YONG-PAL  //   ↳ verse i . Kim Taehyun is a talented surgeon. Desperate for money to P A Y for his sister’s medical bills, he adopts the code name Yong-pal and offers his medical skills undercover to those in need of medical attention but who cannot do so publicly, dealing with C R I M I N A L S and corrupt plutocrats

Rain lashed against the windshield of Taehyun’s navy blue car, as he drove down a deserted, one lane highway, going a little over the speed limit in his rush. His wheels slipped a little on the wet slippery pavement, but he kept the car steady as he peered through the front window trying to see what was ahead of him ; it was pitch black outside, with not even one star in the night sky, and only the moon’s faint light and the small square orange lights lining the road to see by. Outside the front window, the rain was coming down in torrents, blurring Taehyun’s vision even more. The windshield wipers whipped back and forth over the window, attempting to clear away the large droplets clinging to the glass – but it seemed they weren’t moving fast enough. He slammed on his brakes and turned the car so the passenger’s side was to the oncoming car. The sound of another car’s screeching brakes and tires skidding on the wet pavement shattered the immense silence that had been pressing in on Taehyun all night. That’s when a huge truck rammed into another car. One of the cars   rolled over several times, breaking glasses and inflating the safety bag. Its front end crumpled with the force of impact thrusting two-foot of metal back into the car. The windshield imploded, showering the insides with deadly slivers of glass. Both the driving wheel and dashboard compacted into one mangled mess. The rear side passenger door was savagely torn free from its hinges and the front two wheels were sent spinning out into the night. The metal of the car groaned like the final cry of some wounded beast and it shuddered once then fell slowly onto its side.

❝ shit !! ❞ he cursed under his breath as he ran out of his car only to see the other car with less damage speeding away.

                NO MATTER HOW MANY times kori ends up in similar situations, it never fails to shake her to the very core. a young woman who never shows any sign of fear or weakness can crumble once her life is nearly taken away before she could have a say in it. and when she was very young she’d vowed to herself that the only way she’d die is on her terms and when she is ready. there’s no way she’d let someone else take that choice away from her. yet just like that, that terrifying game we all call LIFE nearly ended with just one hit.                 it was her mission to steal the very expensive high tech model car and deliver it to the garage where the rest of her team would tear it apart for pieces that would sell like hotcakes in the underground market, and if luck happened to be on her side she could possibly scavenge a couple things for herself and her precious baby as well. but that’s only if she brought the vehicle in without so much as a scratch. ( oh how lady luck loved to fuck her in the ass side ways, with a chainsaw. ) maybe if kori hadn’t let the excitement and adrenaline blind her judgement, there might have been a chance she could have avoided this. yet if you look at all of the pieces that came together that resulted in this happening, it was probably unavoidable from the second she swiped the car from those rich high rollers that probably had connections. from the exact moment of impact her head is rocked back by the safety airbag, a burning sensation buzzed to life on her side yet everything happened so fast it was practically relaying in her mind as a blur.                she squeezes her eyes shut for what feels like forever, feeling her body being thrashed around the inside of the car hardly being contained by the seat belt. which if she made it out alive, she knew there would be some wild bruises from it by the end of this. after a long, dragged out moment of stillness and after her dizziness subsides she finally blinks her eyes open to see if she might have made it to the after life. or hell, whichever place claims her first. but when bleariness clears from her vision kori sees that she is in fact still in the land of the living, she’s still trapped inside the car that may as well be a crumpled piece of scrap metal at this point and her ears pick up on the sound of an engine revving as it speeds off. bastards.                a groan spills from busted lips as the taste of metal envelopes kori’s tongue, pearly white teeth stained with a rouge hue as she yanks herself free from the belt and carefully crawls to the back of the car, her mind barely taking in the pain her hands should be feeling due to all of the glass. finally she somehow climbs out of the back, thankful that there was no longer a door that she would have had to bust out of. it takes her a long while, but once she slowly has her feet land safely on the ground she takes a few steps back to assess the entirety of the damage. yeah, she shouldn’t be alive right now...                 “ --- holy fucking shit, i’m so fucked. “ kori wheezes out, scraped up hands that most likely still have shards of glass embedded into her palms begin to rise but the moment her left arms stretches to far a shock of pain surges up her torso causing her to coil in on herself. “ agh !! “ it’s not her time. “ please, somebody ! “ 

[cancdian-blog]

psa on posting speed;

i am a slow roleplayer. not only do i get distracted easily, i get overwhelmed easily. sometimes i can’t talk and do drafts at the same time so i am sorry if i ignore your message. i am deliberate and methodical with every word choice. i like to spend my time on my writing and getting to that emotional level within myself to evoke a proper response with each reply. i’m not good at whipping out thread after thread. i never have been. i’m sorry if that’s the way you roleplay and i don’t match up, but i like to think the quality of the writing makes up for my lack of speed. thank you so much!

[sweetagcny]

( I'M SORRY ).

Open to; All Scenario; due to job with the Korean Government, she is taken hostage. This could either be replied to as the enemy, as her rescuer or somebody who is also trapped in the same situation.

”I don’t know what you want with me but just let me go.” The cell that she had been put in was dark and damp and she felt more afraid than ever. One wrong move and her Mech had been damaged and she had been dragged out of it and put to sleep. Maybe it was something similar to Ana’s tranquillizer darts but she just remembered waking up feeling groggy and out of it. As the dark shadow of a figure loomed over the entrance, she couldn’t help but feel her heart beating faster. What did they want with her? What had she done?

Praying that she would see any of her Overwatch comrades swooping in to save her at any minute was all that was going through her mind but as each day passed, it was getting less and less likely. Bruises covered her arms and legs where her suit had been ripped apart. The accident itself had been what caused her to get captured and part of her felt like she only had herself to blame. 

               THIS WASN’T SOMETHING ARIK favored to be a part of, this was probably one of the hardest parts in what he does. involving other people into kaz’s web of misfortunes. yes, he considers himself to be one of the future leader’s closest allies ( would never go as far as to call him family, but definitely he was a loyal friend ), but that didn’t mean that he agreed with his methods. if it were up to the right-hand, he would have approached the soldier civilly. when arik heard the news of the legendary woman’s mech had crashed he knew immediately it was the doing of the clan’s. and he prayed that she would somehow get away before they were able to get their hands on her. but alas, with the sight of the frightened girl searching her cell with frantic eyes, it’s apparent that prayers were useless in the world of soo kaz. it’s a waste of breath and energy.                arik was assigned the dreadful task of watching over her until another member came around for their turn. and he really hated this part. how helpless the captives always looked, and the endless list of questions that arik never had permission to grant with answers. most of the time, he wasn’t even allowed to talk. merely just stand around and make sure they don’t escape. yet he was willing to risk the consequences in order to get her to remain calm.                “ --- you’re probably well aware of how these circumstances play out, “ he remains concealed by the shadows of the grim room, which is a confinement area of the large warehouse on the outskirts of seoul. no windows, the only one way in or out is a metal door that’s always locked and guarded from the outside. and the only source of light is a single glass bulb hanging from a flimsy wire that gave off a dingy yellow hue to only a small section of the vastly large room. it’s protocol that he keep his identity hidden so that on the off chance the girl escapes she wouldn’t be able to give authorities any significant details that could lead back to him. “ as long as you give my leader what he desires than you can get out of here unharmed. but i must warn you, he isn’t very forgiving... “

[sweetagcny]

( CUTE & CLUMSY ).

open: m / f / nb plot: ‘ we’ve been neighbors since we were little, your parents divorced and you moved away with your mother and now you are here to visit your dad and oh shit you changed a lot and yeah you are hot and now i’m a mess. ‘

❛ i’m taking the trash out, okay okay – !! ❜ and hayden was yelling inside while being stuck between the door and the door frame. ❛ why do i always need to take these out? ❜ and he huffs loudly as he tosses the trash bag in the trashcan, turning around just to be face to face with a familiar face from his past, taking a step back; ending up stumbling, knocking the trashcan over and his eyes growing wide. ❛ y-you — you are back? ❜ and yeah, hayden has a habit of stuttering, stumbling when it comes to hot people, not much of a dancer, huh?

               TENSION IN THE AIR was so palpable, thick enough to weigh heavy on mako’s chest to the point he excused himself from dinner early just to get away from his father’s gaze that held so much guilt. he didn’t need this, especially not right now. long legs carry him out of the dining room in quick strides, dark eyes downcast to avoid that woman’s sad stare as she stayed glued in her place next to his father. how could you keep a secret that big from your own son ? how long has it been going on ? a pinched expression mars youthful features as he finally reaches the front door, slipping out stealthily and when he closes it back behind him he leans back against the slab of wood. head thumping back as his lungs gratefully suck in fresh air that isn’t laced with lies and broken promises, it’s calm. peaceful. a completely different world than what awaits him inside of a house that he used to call his home.                unanswered questions continue to swarm his overwhelmed mind, thoughts he just wants to get away from for awhile. and like the universe is delivering mako the very distraction he needs on a silver platter, a low tonality reaches his ears from across the way. it pulls his attention to a house he remembers from his childhood, and coming out of the door is someone that he can hardly recognize. but either way he still knows exactly who it is. so with a final frown sent back to the closed door, he begins walking down the neighborhood road towards the individual he hasn’t spoken to in what feels like a hundred years. mako is aware that there’s a chance that they might possibly not even remember him, but somehow that doesn’t sound like a bad thing...                feet quietly stop as soon as he’s a couple feet in front of the other, and when the neighbor boy from mako’s past turns to finally take notice of him, it’s obvious that he does in fact remember. a rather pleased, smug smile lifts at the corners of soft lips as he watches on calmly as the male stutters over his words. and a quiet chuckle eases from him when the trash bin clumsily clatters to the ground. “ --- yeah, i’m back, not permanently. just here for a few weeks visiting my dad and his new girlfriend. “ the words flow smoothly without any hesitation, but it all tasted bitter on the bed of his tongue. he reaches around the male to fix the bin upright before straightening his posture once more, standing before them with a quirked brow as he takes the other in more thoroughly. “ you’ve gotten taller. “ and more attractive, but he’d keep that small observation to himself. 

[sweetagcny]

i lied ew

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― ares’ closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― niko’s closet.

[sweetagcny]

last one phew

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― bumi’s closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mako’s closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika’s closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― mika musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― hiro’s closet.

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you already know..  it’s 2am

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― arik’s closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― haeju’s closet.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿⁿᵉʳ ᵐᵉᶜʰᵃⁿᶦˢᵐˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph musings.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦᵗ'ˢ ˡᶦᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᵐʸ ᵐᶦʳʳᵒʳ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph visage.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃᵈᵒʳᵃᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph likes.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ʷʰᵃᵗ ᶦ ᶜʳᵉᵃᵗᵉ ᶦˢ ᵃʳᵗ & ᵃ ˡᶦᵗᵗˡᵉ ᵇᶦᵗ ᵒᶠ ᶜʰᵃᵒˢﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph aesthetic.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᶦⁿᵗᵉʳᵃᶜᵗᶦᵒⁿˢ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph replies.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵃ ᵗʳᵘᵗʰ ˢᵒ ˡᵒᵘᵈ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜᵃⁿ'ᵗ ᶦᵍⁿᵒʳᵉ ᶦᵗﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph | ic answered.

‹ .｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ᵍᵃʳᵐᵉⁿᵗˢ & ᵃᵗᵗᶦʳᵉ ﾟ+..｡*ﾟ+ ›― kyph closet.