#such thoughts

[anexistingexistence]

Do we think imp!Vega sometimes magics Pet a tail so they can hold tails?

[honeykaes]

Diluc dropping his phone when you send him a nude of yourself <3

Kaeya absentmindly biting his lip and eyes darkening when you do it to him <3

Zhongli closing his eyes, the images burning in his conscious and grip on his device getting tighter <3

Scaramouche getting red faced and a dry throat he has to gulp to feel better <3

[blockie]

door bell rang earlier but i am NOT accepting random packages for any neighbour EVER again BUT also my direct next door neighbour accepted that particular package and WHAT IF that was actually my long expected package (despite the car not being any of the delivery cars i know to expect) - BUT i have no note in my mailbox (bc it was not my package. but WHAT IF IT WAS... hence:) BUT WHAT IF the delivery guy just didn’t put a note in it, and NOW my neighbour has my package, forever, and I don’t know about it, and he gets all grumpy (your own damn fault, just don’t accept packages) bc i don’t pick it up (the package, which is totally mine) until he then decides to bring it over himself (which i now have to expect forever and ever and ever and lose eternal sleep about it)

[leafmedic]

His memory is foggy when he tries to recall his encounter...with her. The ship, the crew, the boat being flipped over by the angry sea is all sharp. He wanted to ask questions, but his recent encounter with death had him escape before she came back. His mind told him it was more of her part than his own skills. Now though he wonders if he should have stayed. Asked his questions like she invited. Sasuke stares at the ocean pulling at his feet in question. “Where did she come from,” he mutters.

@damnedflame

She was disappointed to find the room empty. It surprised her. She expected him to leave, simply knowing that some mortals were born with curiosity and others had learned when to leave well enough alone. This one carried burdens on his shoulders of the likes she hadn’t seen in many years and she knew that curiosity wouldn’t overpower common sense.

But she was still disappointed. Her own curiosity was piqued. Something about him drew her, that same thing that caught her attention during the wreckage. He had been slated to die with the ship even after freeing the captives, but something had caused her hand.

The Fates would yell at her. She could already feel their unrest stirring on the air and soon, they would be at her doorstep to demand answers she didn’t have.

They were going to be angry at her anyway for forcing her hand too soon, but she didn’t care. The sea was her domain, as she always argued. Those that traveled its expanse put their fate in her hands, no matter what those three said.

She could feel him. There on the sand, her waves touched at his feet and beckoned him to return. Sakura wasn’t sure if she really wanted him back in her home or if this was a mere passing fancy, but the questions wouldn’t subside. This interest was present under her skin as she watched him from afar.

Would he chance the sea again? Finding the shore he was on was easy, but still she kept her distance. The concept of her existence was not easy for some mortal minds to accept. And while she seriously doubted he would suffer the knowledge, it wasn’t a risk she wanted to force on him.

The invitation was open. Should he ever wish to take it, she would let him. Until then, she would have to be content to watch and wait.

[dwdwall10]

Tumblr app kept crashing

And I was left alone with my thoughts for 5 min. Never been so terrified before.

[thehalcyoneigengrau]

Astonishingly, I’ve received greetings from unanticipated people --

And, being me, I hope I didn’t appear to be too awkward and made it obvious that I felt ebulliently joyful because of the fact that I wasn’t forgotten, that some people actually has time to greet me a Merry Christmas. Although, there was this particular hooman who specifically said “Merry Christmas, bitch”. I don’t know what’s gotten into me, but I honestly laughed and didn’t think it was an absurdly mean “endearment”--I wasn’t even offended by it (I’m convincing you, hey). Moving on...

Obscurity is trying to top my worst fear right now (because duh, nothing has really beaten my fear of heights before). I just want to push away the appalling thought. I mean, who on earth would bloody want to embrace the feeling--that when they die, no one would remember them because apparently, they’ve accomplished nothing essentially significant? Even the Scrooge found it daunting, that stony-hearted jerk.

The crux of the matter is that I don’t want to keep feeling like I’m living the life of a negligible parson who’s just..poignant (the pitiful kind).

Would anyone even relate to me, even the slightest bit?

[tenwhump]

being in a group chat is like signing a contract that says you can be sent weird crap at any hour of the day which shouldn’t be a good thing but yet it is

there’s something beautiful about it