#loonariti

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loonariti:

[ message - sesshou ] no.

[ message - sesshou ] get up and get it

Even as she types the last message she’s tumbling out of her bed with a few groans and a few kicks, fixing herself to head out. She said no, she wanted to mean no and stay her little butt in her cozy bed. But she couldn’t.

There she sat, laptop in front of her but down on her bed, because what better position could she have but to be half bent over the screen of the lovely machine she would never replace.  First because believe it or not, Sash's entire life was placed inside of its hard drive, second because it would never cease to calm her down. Kind of a part of her she will never delete or cast aside. Put that aside though, she snickered at the replies she got, eyes scanning the screen of the laptop where she was waiting to start the match and down at her phone, swiping across it quickly, tongue against the corner of her mouth as her fingers typed away. 

message ➟ inu status ➟ sent❢

       ➚ Shut the fuck up.            Who are you saying no to?

       ➚ Bring pockys too.

[accixmus]

☆ ◊

☆ : What made you start playing your muse?

((` answered here~ 

◊ :What’s your favourite thing about your muse?

((` answered here~

[accixmus]

“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

( ✖     ` He continued to rub his upper arm, specifically the spot she bit on. He couldn’t remember the reason behind it, but Marc asked the younger female to do so. If anything, it’s most likely for the thoughts that randomly ignites his curiosity and desire to find an answer, which explains their current situation. 

          ❝ If you do, though, I’ll make sure to send you the hospital bills. ❞

[oshyz-blog]

—— ❛ sound the alarm. — sehyun&luna

The night had been a thrill. All of them were. Every single night when Insignia had the privilege of performance was the best time of Sehyun's life— in certain cases, she would love to say that the audience had the privilege to see Insignia on stage. But, this was home to her. To her and the members, because there was a comfort which the stage provided to them; she knew not where else to find that kind of feeling. Platinum locks falling into her eyes, Sehyun pushed them away with slender fingers, calloused from the many years of playing the electric guitar.

“Hey, can you pack up my amp for me? Thanks.” She didn't even give the other guitarist a chance to respond before she moved to the side of the stage to grab her water bottle. Sehyun took a swig from the bottle before something caught her eye. Her voice had become hoarse from the hype of the show. Being the leader of a rock band practically demanded that she screamed a lot. Being the lead vocalist didn't help with that either.

“A... person?” She crouched beside the female figure and cleared her throat. With a look over her shoulder to ensure her members were still on task, she double-took the sight of them all being gone— along with their equipment. Oh, whatever. She tapped the sleeping figure's shoulder, “Um, excuse me? Hey… wake up. It's late, and you probably shouldn't be sleeping here.”