#cagedb1rd

[deliriumang3l]

liminal!! i always get so excited to see ur urls tbh!! i’m so glad we reconnected & i hope u know that i adore u sm!! 💕

What's my reputation? What do you think when you see my URL?

SCREAMING CRYING THROWING UP

I love you so muuuuch! I'm so happy to see you back on my dash! I've missed you and Yoojin immensely! <333 You're a gem! Mwah!

[kumihod]

i love seeing u on the dash sm!! the passion u have for ur muse is so wonderful to see & i love seeing ur edits & headcanons & metas for them!! super excited to write more with u!! 💕

@cagedb1rd the feeling is very much mutual when it comes to that count. your love for your girl is so inspiring, i just love being reminded of the love of rp. its about how much we love our muses more than anything else. you're always just a joy to see around the dash, and i love cheering you on whenever i see stuff you post. i'm so glad you like the edits and the headcanons, it really means more than i can put into words that people like them as much as they seem to.

[runecast]

i see ur url & immediately say to myself that we need to talk more & write but i keep forgetting so shame on me 😭 but truly i love seeing u on the dash!!

i love seeing u on the dash too ... like two ships in the night <3

[k9es]

[ ⏾ ] 𝄃 𝄃 𝄂 𝄂 𝄃 ⌗ 𝓨OOJIN ⁽ @cagedb1rd ⁾ ♡'d !!

❛ — 𝓘f i couldn't joke about it, i think i'd go crazy. ❜

[enchaentales]

🍎 + 🍒 starter call, accepting!  ˎˊ˗  @cagedb1rd .ೃ࿔*୨୧˚

         " ohhhhhh! fuck! " cherry had been giggling and chatting along with yoojin, who's maybe the sweetest girl she's ever met- when her distraction leads her to slicing open her finger with a box cutter, bent over a new free eden shipment. she clutches her bloody fingers in her either hand, trying to keep the blood from dripping or staining anything- even a drop. " oh, it's my nails. apple says they're so impractical but i like them so much. " cherry frets over her clumsiness. " i'm always tripping and slipping and stuff like that, it doesn't help that i'm always wearing tiny shoes and long nails and, you know ... " absently, she wonders if this is first aid time. she wasn't paying attention to free eden's safety orientation, only how beautiful the clothes were.

[broughtpeace]

[BLANKET]

@cagedb1rd / prompt

looking up as she feels the weight of the blanket cover the back of her shoulders, dana's hands move to wrap the blanket around her front as she smiles softly up towards yoojin. "thanks sweetheart," she murmurs, shuffling across where she sits to make some more room for the other to sit alongside her. letting out a soft sigh, there's a moment of quiet as dana looks out over the empty (for now) ambulance bay. there's still snow swirling in the air and traffic has come to a near standstill. she's not even sure how she'll get home that night, but it's the least of her concerns right now. "how are you keeping up? it always gets crazy at times like this. not that crazy wasn't their base level in most cases.

[memokeeper]

i haven’t played hsr in a while bc my five year old phone can’t handle it after the newest update (rip) but from what i remember, u do evernight such justice!! she’s so off putting & i love that sm!! i’m excited to plot & write with u!!

thank you so much!! i honestly have never played a day of hsr KVFNDVD i just watched videos of the story up to a certain point but i lost interest after they forgot she existed so 😭 but thank you, i'm glad you like my fucked up jellyfish... i'm excited to write together too so please let me know if you'd ever want to discuss something! i love what i've seen of yoojin so far so nothing would make me happier!

how's my driving ?

[hasturs]

yoojin ( @cagedb1rd ) said, "Let me in."

the  worst  that  can  happen  has  already  happened.  gold-stained  eyes  have  glimpsed  the  depths  of  existence  and  now  peek  out  from  behind  a  slim  gap  between  aged  wood  and  the  door’s  frame.  unknowable  things  linger  in  the  depths,  in  the  back  of  a  mind  already  worn  tediously  thin,  and  now  ??  a  horror  arrives  at  the  inn  room,  loitering  about  but  not  quite  committing  to  entry.  maybe  permission  is  needed.  maybe  the  half-cracked  door  is  enough  of  a  warning,  an  objection.  

the  bones  of  his  knuckles  stain  the  thin  skin  blanketing  them  white  with  the  force  of  his  hold  on  the  door’s  cusp.  unease  pools  in  his  gut,  mingling  with  flat  soda  and  the  remnants  of  yesterday’s  dinner.  he  does  not  get  visitors.  he  does  not  get  friendly  faces  showing  up  in  the  middle  of  the  night,  the  blaring  message  of  ‘3  A.M’  on  the  analog  clock  beside  his  bed  far  from  lost  on  him.  it  stays  in  his  peripheral  as  a  blurry  neon  red.  

❛  no,  ❜  is  his  answer,  low,  tired,  warning  in  its  own  right.   ❛  not  until  you  tell  me  what  you  want.  ❜