#absqxe

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I ship Togami wiiith Kirigiri, Maizono, Naegi, Celes and Chihiro. They all just--- appeal to me. uwu

[[ I do love all those ships, though Togami/Chihiro is one of my OTPs next to Togami/Ishimaru uwu ]]

[akanohime]

absqxe replied to your photo:Is this cheating coz it has nansefreestyle [ lex ]...

LOOK AT THESE BAES

THE ONLY BAE I  SE E IS Y OU

[akanohime]

absqxe replied to your post:✗ x 5 B)

frowns loudly hisses at u

whinees and paps friends face shhhhhHhhh onlyonemorebutyoudontwanttosee

[akanohime]

+1 swimming festival @Absqxe

{ ♦ } — ↬ " Ehh, is that true nagisa?, you're going to be joining the squid catching competition." The red head chuckled slightly, having arrived upon the younger announcing that Rei should try it. This was something she had to see, what was more funnier than seeing the other stumble and fall everywhere, while trying to keep his grips on to the squid.

Maybe coming to this festival was a good idea. " Ah should I put your name down for it then ?" ↫

[mxseok-blog]

© ************** ∏**********

*: You’re cute.

©: I like you.

∏: I would fuck you.

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absqxe:

                “Please don’t,” Chanyeol found himself pleading, grabbing onto the female’s arm, desperation obvious in his tone. He had been appointed with the task of finding a photographer, and he had been lucky to stumble upon the beautiful woman with, what appeared to be, a professional camera in her clutches during a coffee run. It was unorthodox, as he should have made phone calls and searched through listings, but he was desperate, and, at the time, incapable of constructing a rational thought.

                Unfortunately, one of the models from the shoot—one who was no stranger to causing problems in the pass, due to her attitude—had screamed at the woman, as she did not approve of the way that the photos turned out. Seemingly appalled, or enraged, over the model’s behavior, the photographer had stated that she simply had to abandon the job—unable to work with such a spoiled being.

               ”Please,” Chanyeol repeated, large eyes widening as he dropped his hand, fearing that his action may have only increased her will to exit the set. “Look, I know Hye Rin can be a bit of a bitch,” there was a loud protest from the model, “but, according to my boss, she’s one of the best models we have—and I don’t have any time to find another photographer. I’ll— I’ll make it up to you, somehow, I will. Just a few more shots, please?”

The constant pleas were distracting, making her lean into another answer that she didn't want to say. Naeun's used to it, the few models during the weeks that would get on her nerves. Hearing a handful of complaints about a broken nail or how the lighting's off. Which causes the woman to feel more agitated than how she actually feels in the mornings, because honestly -- who would be an early bird and have a bright smile on the face? Not her.

This took it to another level, to where she was getting yelled at for tiny imperfections that wasn't to the model's liking. Patience snapped and she turned to the exit to leave immediately without a second thought. Arm dropping to its proper state when the male let go of her. They were good friends, meeting and dropping by occasionally for quick lunch get together. This was something she made a promise to Chanyeol and it's best to muster up a forced smile and continue on.

"I swear, one more comment from her mouth and I'll rip her damn tongue out." Hissing through her pearly whites when they grit together, a sigh falling and she walks back to the station. Standing behind the camera, informing the other woman to start to pose to capture another dozen of shots that might look decent for the three of them. Fingers pointing to one side to another, watching the figure shift, angles made, the pad of her finger pressing down on the button -- snap and capture. It's something she enjoys doing, even if she gets treated this way.

"Tell me how the photos look."

[tatekoro]

Chest, Goosebumps, Mouth, Scars.

Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?

I am actually the reincarnation of Biggie Smalls.

Goosebumps: What scares you the most?

The thought of someone watching me while I sleep, ugh. That freaks me the hell out.

Mouth: How often do you lie?

I am terribly honest, actually. I rarely lie.

Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?

Not that I know of, no.

[mxseok-blog]

☩

☩ a dream my muse has about your muse

In all the dreams he's been to, he's never seen a dream like this. The house in front of him is on fire; it's burning and burning, but never collapses. There's ash in the air, yet the boards are never consumed by the fire, and the flames never grow bigger or smaller, instead always returning to the same height. The sky too is ominous. Dark clouds hover at a distance, threatening the skies with thunderstorms. But even then the rain never falls. The whole dream is like a replay of five minutes of footage repeating endlessly.

"What kind of dream is this?" 

He wonders what kind of person has dreams like this. What kind of person would set their own mind on fire? It seems like it would be someone interesting...

                                              .....and dangerous.