#reverieo

[seullikesbread]

things you said with no space between us.

@reverieo

(1) Words are no longer a necessity when in a world made up of vibrant colors lives Skyler who never speaks, never needs to when he has his hands, and is with Aria who understands him with or without words. It’s a habit of theirs to leave conversation for their dreams, and communicate through their closeness, a language they’ve grown fluent in by building each other up with little gestures. 

And it’s one of those evenings. An evening spent in the afternoon sun requires no words — open window, Midnight and her kittens pressed safely between them. Skyler sleeps with his arms around her, Aria can feel the rise and fall of his chest against her back, taking in the sweet sticky air of summer. One of his pretty hands pets the head of a beautiful calico kitten in order to quiet it’s tiny mews. “We’re keeping her.” Aria says, toying with a woven bracelet she made long ago that’s tied around Skyler’s wrist. They’ll certainly argue about this later but right now Skyler only sighs, pulling her tighter.

(2) She falls asleep too easily, she gets tired too easily — and daily activities such as watching a movie together are a chore for her, one that she regrets day by day. “I’m sorry, love.” Are the first words that tumble from her mouth, even in her dreams her voice is laced with sleep and barely coherent, she sits up. Hair a mess, wearing Skyler’s shirt, she looks around. 

She finds him in their tiny kitchen, tinkering around with something on the stove. Probably warming up water for tea, she wraps her arms around his torso. “I’m sorry, love.” She says again, more coherent, understandable at least. Aria smiles a sleepy smile as she holds dear to him. 

They’ll likely spend weeks here, comfortable, and yet so far from reality. 

Safe in a world that only they know.

[theqameison]

Some other you.

Send me “Some Other You” and I’ll introduce you to an AU version of my character!↳ STATUS: not accepting.

VERSE: SUPERNATURAL.

Based off and inspired by The CW’s Supernatural and MTV’s Teen Wolf, Kim Woobin comes from a renown family of hunters. Now at the age of twenty-eight years old, he carries on that legacy and hunts down the supernatural and saves people from demons, monsters, werewolves, and other creatures.

[takeshies]

“You are just a body; to be dumped, disposed of like a carcass, left out for the birds to feed on.”

book starters

“Yet here we are, alive and breathing. Different because of what goes on in our heads, and the emotions we feel. We’ve all got parts to play, whether they be major roles or minor, it doesn’t matter. All that matters is that when we’re alive, we feel what’s happening to us and to the world around us… that’s why we’re here. To feel all of that and maybe to share those feelings with someone else. To say we’re just physical beings means to neglect what makes us so unique. It means neglecting the emotions you feel, and the world that lives inside your head.” His words come out without pause, without rest. He finds it easier to say these words when it feels like he couldn’t help but let them sliver off his tongue. It was rare for him to feel like he had to say something least he want the wrong idea to remain in his acquaintance’s head. He felt as if he needed to say this more for himself than the male sitting across from him in a small cafe. Words were just words, yet they push and pull within him like nothing he’s ever felt before. They delved into his heart and remained there longer than any wound would. Words could easily scar a person with a kind heart, and that was exactly what happened to Takeshi. Words of failure, anguish, anger, all of the emotions he loathed to feel bubbled up whenever he looked at his heart, always forgetting the extra layer that nurtured his kind and good soul. 

He glances away from his cup of coffee to look at the male just across from him. It was strange how they ended up sitting together like this.They knew nothing about each other except what each other’s names were, how they looked to one another, and what their voices sounded like vibrating into the other’s ear. Maybe that was just enough to give birth to the words being exchanged between the two of them. It started off as a friendly talk between acquaintances and slowly, but surely it bloomed into a discussion about their philosophies. Takeshi had to admit that the man had a knack of bringing out a side of him he didn’t know existed in the public’s eye. He brought a more raw version of Takeshi, one who could easily express the thorns that pricked his heart and mind without worrying about what would happen if he did. He knew it was danger, yet he didn’t stop the words from spilling out of his mouth. He let the words travel through the air and vibrate into Sky’s ears and just like that, a burden on his shoulders seemed to lift only to have another one fall onto them. His eyes grew dark, gazing absentmindedly at Sky’s cup as his mind wandered off to think of all the people he’s torn and broken down. “Or maybe you’re right.” His voice is soft and even when he speaks, but inside he feels mind swirling with regret. He hates how guilt and doubt seemed to be his most frequent company, how they always came in a pair and pushed regret down his throat until it flooded his system like a storm. “Maybe it’s all for nothing, but if we all thought like that, this world wouldn’t be so colorful. Everything would be dark. Everything would be for naught, and that’s just so damn depressing.”

[jixsn-blog]

Librarian, page number 7.

Send me “Librarian!” + a number.

[ But look you, found the notice didn’t you? ]

“Yes... Yes I did. It was on display in the bottom of a locked filing cabinet stuck in a disused lavatory with a sign on the door saying Beware of The Leopard.” There is complete silence as Aria and Skyler eye each other from opposite ends of the wooden table. She flexes her grip on the table edge, taking notice of how he keeps an eye on her-- waiting for her to lounge at him any moment.

The more she thinks about it the more ridiculous their little lover’s quarrel seemed. Where they really fighting over missing concert tickets and was it really necessary for her to take hostage of the posters that were once hanging up in his bedroom? The one of the beautiful idol with a body that would have Goddess Venus seething in jealousy over those fine curves? “And what’s with the Beware of The Leopard sign?”

After she speaks she has to look away, holding the posters tighter to her chest while trying to regain her composure. If Skyler even noticed a hint of a smile on her face, he would consider the war over and another victory for him. Which means he would accompany her, nor give her back her precious other ticket to the Nick Jonas concert. “Give it up, buddy. You are going to that concert if you want to see these posters ever again.” She narrows her eyes, challenging him to challenge her. “Hand over the tickets and no one, 2D or 3D gets hurt.”  

[dishly]

reverieo replied to your post: mggts asked:Fuckin' nasty foreign...

*makes a wall out of apple watches* no one fucks with my son

holy shit dad

[migvng]

( reverieo ) cont x

      Oddity.

      Normally the loop forbids him to feel such a thing. It isolated, like a bubble whose walls were made with thick concrete able to resist to qukes and bullets, destined to throne over his head until it was time to scream and wake and tremble. Always looping the same screams, the same footsteps, the same turning and turning until the sounds of explosion and sudden wake arrived alongside the ache of a screaming throat.

      But again, that was an oddity. Something unexpected, something changing the equation of the dreamscape with nothing but a point, a number, a cypher,  variable of uncertain form in a sea of undisturbed, floating, sphere shaped constants.

      In this case, it was a human-shaped variable standing in the middle of that same straight corridor with no apparent end and a wall always behind him one Do Kyungsoo --no, one SUBJECT#280O, CODENAME D.O-- was forced to run and run and run every time he dared, in the waking world, to let his eyes close and tiredness win; and said human shaped oddity in the complex maze of his memories was someone his eyes remembered, someone part of the quite wide folder of names and faces he stole when running away from his inferno, a name standing over them as it was the man whose techniques of intervention via REM phase were known to the figureheads of that project that turned him into the monster he now was.

      Someone with a nice talk and eyebags as big as his own, someone with quite the confidence over a technique he dismantled with the datas he had in order to comprehend and find a trail to follow to find the answers he needed at its end.

      His tongue clicked, the sound echoing alongside their voices in a friendly reminder that he still was oh so merrily trapped in his own memory. Bothersome.

« This is not a dream. » He paused for a moment and his hands were shaking --a little bit, he noticed with a quick glance downwards; nervousness perhaps, and he even had all the reasons to be, especially since there was an apparent intruder in his mind. « This is a memory. I lived this, years ago. I will keep living this. You cannot fix the past, it’s called past for a reason, you know. »

[jixsn-blog]

reverieo replied to your post: 

(( fuck this why am i in love with you still ))

(( you pretentious princess i will spoil TO DEATH i hate this

[jixsn-blog]

(( @god why is aria so cute ))

Because God made me that way. When he made me he accidentally put in a little too much sugar, spice, and everything nice. Oh, and inevitable charm, wit, and don’t forget-- CUTENESS.