#nocteurnes

[amnesoo]

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 nocteurnes

starters;

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jxnmyn, amarebony, halcyonluhan, inkedxjongin, cranialchen, burlseque-amphitrite, cranialchen, krisilcavaliere, jonginiah, primeldonna, dangerousoo, eunoiaxbaek

[krisilcavaliere]

nocteurnes replied to your post: nocteurnes replied to your post: do you really...

( IDK i kinda like it i mean i’ll appreciate it in the future when im like 30 )

{ I DON'T APPRECIATE BEING ASKED FOR MY ID AT A RATED R MOVIE

its like bitch i can star in your rated r movie *hair flips* 

[krisilcavaliere]

nocteurnes replied to your post: do you really know what sucks about being...

( one of my bosses asked me if i was thirteen if it makes you feel better )

{ BRI PLS HOW 2 LOOK OUR AGE?????

[strixun]

Swan Song; Dasom&Sehun

Most who got to know him expected his job to be something boring, like a librarian or begrudged retail clerk, not a barista at the hole in the wall eclectic café with the ironic thingamabobs and doohickeys decorating the walls, acquired street art paintings, and inside-jokes scrawled across the bathroom stalls that always seemed to allude to Shakespeare or another dead writer.

Post-humorous humor aside, Sehun reveled in the unique peculiarity of his work place; he liked how the scarf he gave his boss was hanging from the wall instead of wrapped around her neck, and that there was always a different flower beside the cash register every day (there was a prize for properly identifying each flower for a week). However the slightly off tune piano wedged into the corner held a special place in his heart, and his coworkers, that were comfortable with him, were always nudging him to play during the lulls in the afternoons.

On this particularly dreary day, Sehun was stuck on a shift by himself. Rain softly tapping at the window panes, as if asking to come inside and warm up.  Finding himself grazing his fingertips over the keys, he pressed down lightly and smiled softly at the solitary note hanging in the air. Lithe touches filled the cozy café with a playful, albeit lonely, melody and Sehun hummed the non-piano parts to himself as he played. Lost in the music, he didn’t hear the soft chime of the bell above the door nor the shuffle of footfalls. 

[jong-in-a-box]

nocteurnes replied to your post: (( if every quality dominant had just one...

( the post assumes that many submissives who have masters with more than one are incapable of making their own decisions and are in a perpetually victimized state, which is mostly untrue. )

(( exactly. for about seven months i was actively playing a switch at dsmp, and during that time he only had one master, but that master had upwards of fifteen submissives... and there's a lovely way to handle that which most have in their personal rules anyway: 'don't talk about other dom/sub relations during our time'. and there one has it! problem solved~ when one on one nothing else matters, so who cares who else master might be fucking because when it's just sub and master...? if they're fulfilling their own roles right then they're the only two people who matter in the whole goddamn universe in the moment they're together. ))

[krisilcavaliere]

♡ Nice to meet you, stranger.

He let out a soft yawn, feeling the morning’s rays peek through the window to whisper a soft hello. But he wasn’t ready for the greeting yet; he burrowed himself underneath the warmth of his covers to try and steal a few more minutes of slumber. It was only moments after he thought he fell asleep that he felt his bed move—when he himself never even twitched. Alarmed that his bed may be possessed, his eyes shot open and he slowly shifted himself to the other side of the bed that he kept empty, his brows raising in surprise to see that side now preoccupied. He sat up slowly, resting his weight on one elbow as he peered over at the seemingly still bundle and wondered if it was just all of his pillows bunched up together. His thought was quickly dismissed when he felt the bundle shift closer towards him, a warmth suddenly pressed up against his chest. He saw the waterfall of hair laying across the pillow and slowly peeled the covers back to reveal the presence in his bed. His surprised expression led his mouth to form the shape of an “o" but stopped himself from making any sounds—the sight of the beauty sleeping held him back from awakening her slumber.

So he did what every normal guy does with a hot girl in his bed. He snaked his arms around her and went right back to sleep.

[amnesoo]

nocteurnes replied to your post:

( i'll get to our para soon sobs )

[[ take your time, sweets ; v ; honestly I have like a mountain of things to reply to so really-- there's no rush. ]] 

[ukxxn]

{ * with a japanese-korean guidebook in her hand, mitsuru steps along the sidewalk, though there's an unsure gait. despite her ability to hold conversations in the foreign language, addresses and names are still beyond her capacity, so she divides her attention between the text and the street signs. }

[ /he was too busy and occupied by the doughnut that he grabbed for free on a store that he worked on before, noting him for the excellent service that he provided them and told him that he can get anything that he want, making sure that it wouldn't be too much costly. His nose crinkled by the sweet taste and soft fragrance of the sweet he kept munching the minute he left the old store that he didn't actually saw the little woman on the sidewalk, casually bumping himself on her small figure. ]

Oh! I'm sorry. [ /he widens his eyes, how stupid he could have been. Yukwon ruffles his own hair and bows apologetically, noticing the guidebook on her hand. ] Are you lost?