#pervertedalienplanetpheromone

[alin93]

Having the most conflicting emotions for the past week...thanks, idiot.

[alin93]

Tonight was a bit awkward…my mother was talking about setting me up with her friend’s son…and I’m like ‘Hehe mom, you’re dreaming!’ while in my mind. I’m like ‘if only you knew, mom. I just got myself a boyfriend…I’m just too afraid you’ll judge us if I told you…like you judged my cousins… Btw mom, you’re comments about their looks and background aren’t as discreet as you thought it would be.’ I wonder…when I do tell you…if you’ll watch what you say because it will hurt me if you start judging him…or sound like you’re judging him…

[alin93]

I miss you…it has only been a few hours ( a day, maybe?), but I miss you. I don’t know why I keep staring at my phone hoping for a text when you told me that you won’t be able to talk to me. I know…yet…I still hope…that my phone would rumble….and it’ll be a new message from you. God, I’m such a mess…checking my phone every minute out of habit thinking there will be a text from you. I woke up several times last night checking my phone to see if I missed a text…but each time I set myself up for disappointment. But I can’t stop doing it…I…really…really miss you even when we’ve never met each other face to face. I miss you even when I’ve never heard your voice…I miss you so badly all I can do is think about all the things you have typed to me. Those sweet words that make me bubbly and fuzzy that I can’t stop smiling or hold back a giggle. Jeez….you do this to me..and it’s all your fault I’m feeling this way…

[alin93]

You make me a jumbled mess...always on my mind. Forcing yourself into my every thought. Even when you're away, going farther away from me, you're constantly here...and with every thought...I smile. My heart races for you...I know you feel it too since you constantly remind me of how you feel. God, I'm confused and conflicted. I've never felt this way before, but you're understanding, we talk it through and I start to fall. Fall fast...hard...and I can't stop it. I don't think I'll be able to stop or I would want to stop it.

Are you falling too? Or have you already fallen? I know...you say it. You have told me everyday, several times a day, but I'm insecure. Maybe if I hear you say it. It'll be different...should I have called you?...would you have welcomed it? Would you...have liked to talk to me? Hear my voice? Enjoyed the inevitable awkward pauses and rejoice in it? God...I don't know...this is all...so...vexing.

[hiskaichou]

3

Send me a <3 for my muse’s reaction to being cuddled by yours.

She nearly jumped, surprised by the sudden warmth surrounding her. “Oh, it’s just you.”

"You shouldn’t sneak up on me like that."

[hiskaichou]

Well hello

send me 'well hello' and my muse will climb into your muse's lap

She gave him a sly smile before she pushed him down into his chair. "Hello to you too, Takumi." She greeted back as she climbed onto his lap and her arms wrapped around his neck to hold herself up against him.

[hiskaichou]

Σ(O_O；)

Send Σ(O_O；) for my characters reaction to having their clothes unbuttoned/unzipped by yours.

"T-Takumi?" She blushed, wondering what he was doing all of a sudden. She gripped onto her blouse before it could fall off her shoulders.

[renascentia--mortem--archive]

Foot Traffic Debacle

[ ♞ ] One arm was wrapped around a large paper bag of groceries, while her free hand held a small paperback book. Blue hues skimmed the text as she walked, only looking up briefly checking if she was indeed walking in a straight line and not in the path of a metal post.

It was getting close to the end of such a short month, and it was around the time the fridge became sparse. As the adult of the home, and if she ever had time, the woman went out to buy food for the next month. If not her then it’d be Retsu, her adoptive daughter, who ran the routine errand. Since it was the two of them it was no big deal. This was not counting Clover, a stray Retsu had brought home and ultimately became a member of their band of misfits. Misfits being used in the most endearing way possible.

”…But I do know that misfortunes can befall anyone. And every time I hear her sing, I become grieved and dismayed—" she read aloud as she walked.

Soon the woman no longer paid attention to the path in front of her which was, evidently, a mistake. The next thing she knew her body collided with another. Thankfully the arm holding the groceries did not take the hit, instead Cat experienced the feeling of having her nose in a book. Literally.

A series of blinks would follow after the unexpected whack to the face. Blue hues moved from the book and to the fender bender.

”Watch where you’re goin’, pal,” was her intimidate deadpan response. Considering she was the one who wasn’t paying attention her words didn’t hold much to them.