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鋼の錬金術師 FULLMETAL ALCHEMIST OP 直筆レイアウト修正 55
Fullmetal Alchemist Opening I, revised layout
♡・゚: * WHAT ELEMENT WRITER ARE YOU ?
FROSTBITE WRITER.
The impossible writer. A walking contradiction, so beautiful, with pain wrapped all wound you. Your characters taste the best and worst of this world, just like you did. And they get hurt, covered in scars and with their heart in pieces, but they keep walking, pain in their eyes and in their every step. But just like your characters, you don't give up. Everything hurts, but you still go on. Your stories are deep, sometimes the reader needs to read through the lines, sometimes not, but the feelings you describe linger in your reader's hearts for long. You're able to leave a print. Usually you write stories that carry with them the burden you had to carry, but when you write about a pure love, your readers will find the comfort of a hug from a loved one. You're passionate, love hard and forever. Frostbite Writers tasted the bitter of life, and know how to keep immortal a feeling. Your stories will make your reader lose themselves in another universe, and when they come back, something will be changed forever.
*tagged by: @vigilans & @thecosmicsen, thank you so much ! *tagging: @obliviorum , @straygxds , @hwaarang , @godfate , @ivaios , @derjaegermond , @bcwblade , @belacedia , @enshijou and anyone else who might want to do this !! remember to tag me so i can stalk your results :P
they’re just piling so much work on me since i’ve been here a while and know how to do all the tasks, but they refuse to hire more people even though we’re short staffed. nor do they take my suggestions on board when i have ideas for process improvements :( i want to speak up but at the same time i don’t want to just look like i’m complaining hshdjdkd also i hate confrontation ://// i’ve made it a goal to apply for lots of jobs this weekend though!! and YES your new layout looks so cute btw 🥺🥺
ALSO HELLOOO WE FINALLY GOT A LONG HAIRED JAEHYUN SELFIE 😩😩😩 I JUST WANNA-[REDACTED]
- sugar mama
i’m sorry to hear about that bubs :( i’m pretty sure that they won’t think that you’re complaining if you never spoken up before. i know i wouldn’t! take this from a former manager/owner herself 😌 and thank you! 💕
OH MY GOD LAST NIGHT I WAS CRYING TO COCO AND EXACTLY RIGHT AFTER I TOLD MY FRIENDS I FINISHED IT ONE OF THEM SENT THE PHOTO AND IMMEDIATELY WE ALL WENT FERAL. FERAL. LIKE—
𝐀𝐑𝐂𝐇𝐄𝐑 𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐓𝐒 ( 𝟐 / ??? )
𝙿𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙾𝙽𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙳𝙾 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶 𝙼𝚄𝚃𝚄𝙰𝙻𝚂 𝙼𝙰𝚈 𝚁𝙴𝙱𝙻𝙾𝙶
oh boy i hope i dont have to fight my evil shadow self today--
Which god chooses you?
Sidan, the God of Slow Caresses
They come to you with silk-smooth hands and breathy whispers in your ear. Not seen - no. Just felt, their body against yours in the darkness, their arms circling your body, their lips tracing down your collarbone. "Oh, the power you will hold." Their voice is low and husky. "We can drive men to madness, make women run in the streets tearing their clothes, tempt a monk from his cloister, change the heart of a king." You feel their fingers creeping up your neck, brushing ever-so-slowly across your skin. One presses gently against your lips, shushing you. "Rule with me. Give in to your senses. Become the silent longing in the dead of night." Their lips press against yours, burning like fire but so, so sweet. You can feel their touch lingering even after they draw away. "My sweet," they whisper. "My precious." Every part of your body is inflamed by their wanton hands, their soft passions, and you close your eyes even as you feel your form wisping to smoke, becoming not of flesh but of sensation. You are one with them. And they love you completely.