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[zensuality-blog1]

with @mckenziblack & continued from here!

( SMS → Kenzi ) God, I think Seven is a bad influence lol. ( SMS → Kenzi ) Just don’t get addicted to them like he is, ok? ( SMS → Kenzi ) I don’t usually eat junk food, tbh. ( SMS → Kenzi ) My body has to stay as perfect as it is now~ ( SMS → Kenzi ) But if you need help... ( SMS → Kenzi ) I guess a few wouldn’t hurt.

[liikeadaydream-blog]

"The coronation is tomorrow. You can't stay like this forever."

「 Royalty AU Starters 」:: 「 meme link here 」

               “ Oh, I beg to differ! “ He called out from his place, locked firmly behind the door she’d been speaking through for the past few minutes. “ With the right sort of attitude, anything’s a possibility ~ ! “

              The grating saccharin optimism of his vocals was soured by the dry sarcasm, and it left a poor taste in his mouth that pulled his features into a slight grimace. Heaving a slow deep sigh, he shook his head and continued to pace the room for a moment longer, the trail of dark robes crawling after him like easy molasses, adding onto the weight of his frazzled mind.

              “ Listen, please just– ! … “                    Leave me

              “ Just… “                  Forget me               Hands upon the flat of the door now, the polished grain an abrasive itch to his fingers as he let them fall. The cold metal of an ornately carved handle was a brief distraction, brief enough to remind him of his place, remind him of reality, remind him of fate in a way.

              “ Tell them–… tell them that I’m not well “                        – again –                “ Tell them my deepest condolences… “

[liikeadaydream-blog]

'Get Fluffy'

{ Put ‘Get Fluffy’ in my inbox, and I’ll randomly generate a number- }{ meme link here }

2. A lullaby

          It wasn’t often that he’d found himself accepting the part in a production that brought him so very far from home, especially not to a place that guided him through another time zone and another language barrier entirely.           It was such an over-whelming thing, to be drifted to another part of the hemisphere, and while he had the comfort of his co-workers and the supportive messages and vlog posts that were sent to him through his social media pages, he still couldn’t shake the sensation of tight alienation.          It weighed like a stiff rock in the cage of his chest, and gripped at his throat every time he had to venture out to the corner store, or to pick up a bite to eat alone, armed with nothing but a translation book and his cellphone.

         As much as he would have liked to venture and explore more, he was quietly terrified of getting himself hopelessly lost, with no way to find his way back to the hotel their cast and crew was holing up in.          This meant that there was about a 50 mile radius in which he was willing to travel, and within that radius, outside of convenience stores, he found himself ghosting the aisles of the one music shop he’d happened upon one afternoon.          He returned here frequently, smiling neatly to the one to two cashiers that were usually there, before finding himself lost in a pair of headphones and the soothing voice of words unfamiliar to him, yet calming enough to unwind his nerves.

         He’d gotten stuck on a particular artist for the past few days, having downloaded the album, zoned in on a particular song that reminded him of the voice that would often call him, from thousands of miles away, just to wish him goodnight.          The song had been on his mind, and in his dreams as he would often fall asleep to it on repeat. It bothered the corners of his mind as he attempted to decipher the lyrics, trying to mimic the sounds and strains in the language, wondering if he was saying the words as properly as he felt their meaning.

         Regardless of all that, regardless of the imperfection of diction and stumbling of verbs and syllables, he still found his voice reciting the lyrics through the receiver to her ( x ), in a voice as calm as she sounded sleepy.           Because even despite his urging to, she still insisted on remaining awake long enough to call him, to text him, to reach out to him:

                   –waist deep in thought,                              because when I think of you,                                        I don’t feel so alone –

[zensuality-blog1]

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( SMS → Kenzi ) Tell me about your favorite movie!( SMS → Kenzi ) I feel like which movies you like says a lot lolol.( SMS → Kenzi ) Hm, I bet you like animal movies?( SMS → Kenzi ) But those can be sort of depressing. ;;;

[geniouslyxhacked-blog]

❝ You understand wanting to protect what you care about , don’t you ? You’d do anything . ❞

the wolf among us || starters

@mckenziblack

“... You know I understand that all too well... Why, what are you planning on protecting? Don’t tell me you’re going to put yourself in any danger. You know if you go to do that, I’ll be the one that’ll have to stop you.”