#enigmvs

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☎ for joy uwu

CALL FROM: joy to the world 💓🎉💓

RINGTONE: she’s a baby by zico

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( 07:24pm - kkt : joy to the world 💓🎉💓 ) » i heard you’re training by yourself again( 07:24pm - kkt : joy to the world 💓🎉💓 ) » i left snacks outside the door for you so( 07:25pm - kkt : joy to the world 💓🎉💓 ) » remember to not strain yourself too much( 07:25pm - kkt : joy to the world 💓🎉💓 ) » fool

[catchcr]

      ◇── THE BUNDLE OF student papers nestled firmly in is sleek leather bag weighed heavy on both his shoulder and his mind. grading papers felt more like a punishment than a responsibility, which he supposed was the reason the professor had entrusted the duty onto him whatever chance he got. he had half a mind to think the old man couldn’t bear reprimanding these snot nosed brats, shying from use of harsh criticism that came secondhand to the warlock. not that he particularly enjoyed crushing dreams, he frankly couldn’t care less. besides, he’d happily take interacting with students on paper alone rather than having to closely instruct as the old professor swore by. 

      so his relationship with students had always been strained, strictly business as it should. for months he refused conversation, refused questions,  refused office hours in favor of writing study guides and assigning additional homework to keep the kids busy. that is until the headmaster reprimanded him for such actions, forcing a hodgepodge study group onto him that he’d learned to... tolerate. it was for this reason alone he took notice small first year surrounded by an unsavory crowd he found unfamiliar. it wasn’t his business or job but he found himself approaching the group nonetheless, shooting a pointed glare towards the collection of warlocks he’d decidedly labelled as degenerates. 

      ‘ loitering in the hallway during instruction is punishable by manual labor. would you lot like to be responsible for cleaning out the animal stables for the next week? ’ haejin delivered the line flatly, he had no intent of following through with his threat though he also highly doubted he’d have to. he turned to joy, features barely softening though the crinkle between his brows relaxed enough to indicate friendliness. ‘ joy. i expect better of you than to be wandering the halls during class time. ’ he shot another icy glance towards the lingering before continuing on his way, pause - ‘ joy, come on now. we need to talk ’ @enigmvs

[embrues]

malachite

has your muse ever done anything that they winded up feeling incredibly guilty for in the end?

guilt. even the word seemed imposing and omnipotent, if one were to forget the feeling itself. INSURMOUNTABLE. it was plangent in the very rhythm that his heart keeps. he’d love to be beyond it, just out of its grasp. confident enough to ( taunt ! ) when its fingers just weren’t long enough to grab him. ( HE WOULD, HE’D THROW HIS HEAD BACK AND POINT A FINGER IF HE WERE IN A POSITION TO. ) he feels it like a soot now, bites it down and swallows it away like it didn’t erode something inside him each time. beyond that ? he feels it most for not swallowing away pride long enough to address his father before his passing.

[dynamicsrp]

cats deserve so much better in society; they’re loving and not secretly demons from hell and dog supremacists need to realize this. in this essay i will

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