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🔥 FLAME US UP QUEEN

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           buckle  up  kids,  this  is  going  to  offend  the  heck  out  of  you  !!  my  articulation  of  this  is  gonna  be  super  messy  so…  lol,  try  to  understand  whatever  nonsense  i’m  about  to  talk  about.

            those  writers  who  always  post  shippy  open  starters,  memes,  and  ask  for  shippy  plots  (  and  i’m  not  talking  about  once  or  twice  but  like,  as  in  all  their  wanted  plots  writings  and  memes  are  romance  based  )  write  a  form  of  self  insert  characters.  i  think  smut  can  be  beautiful  like  an  erotic  novel,  and  so  is  romance  –  it  can  be  written  beautifully  (  and  i  don’t  mean  big  words  type  of  beauty  )  but  when  you  want  your  characters  to  be  fucking  around  as  many  times  as  possible…  yikes.  is  that  really  the  way  all  your  characters  (  at  least  more  than  five  different  ones  )  behave  ?  they  all  lust  after  sex  and  romance  like  it’s  hot  and  it’s  so  essential  to  their  being  that  you  can  only  write  one  platonic  interaction  for  every  six  romantic  /  smut  ones  ?  because  excuse  you,  but  not  all  people  on  earth  require  romance  and  sex  all  the  time  –  are  you  sure  these  aren’t  your  secretive  fantasies  of  romance  and  sex  ?  if  anything,  it  is  –  it  is  how  you  want  to  feel  with  someone  you  like  or  fantasize  of,  scenarios  you  wish  you’d  go  through  –  nothing  in  the  word  is  going  to  convince  me  that  over  five  characters  in  a  blog  all  require  romance  as  a  part  of  their  growth  and  writing  of  them.  friendship  who  ?  don’t  know  her.  character  development  who  ?  let’s  get  this  dick  game  going  instead  !  now  don’t  get  me  wrong  i’m  not  attacking  anyone  personally  here  and  i’m  not  saying  that  this  is  utterly  wrong  –  but  i  think  that  people  just  don’t  realize  this  is  actually  writing  their  own  hearts  (  yearnings,  wishes,  fantasizes  )  rather  than  the  focus  on  developing  a  character  and  exploring  them  fully.  but  maybe  i’m  missing  out  the  point  of  writing  trashy  smut  threads  and  chewed  out  romantic  plots  that  everyone  are  doing…  maybe  i  take  my  characters  too  seriously  –  that’s  plausible.  but  try  to  convince  me  that  romance  chasing  isn’t  a  form  of  self  insert.  i’m  listening.

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                                                                     ❝          summer magic                                                                         above the sparkling ocean                                                                                 i’m already flying.          ❞

                                                                             eunha  &&  yeoreum                                                                                 [ GGG SQUAD ]                                                                                    @suvireum

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tagging: @suvireum​ pairing: yeoreum ft. gaeul

      in an ocean of luridness and duress she is the one droplet of beatitude. the enervated and jaded physique of the youngster knows no repose as it is kept preoccupied with hours upon hours of implementation until every muscles to the teeniest is ordained and dexterous on each field ever disclosed to mankind. and in this ardent world where hours pass like seconds and leisure breath are an opulence there is one thing which ceases the agitations of her perturbed heartbeat to the valorous organ in the middle of her thorax hammering violently ; yeoreum. she deems the matter peculiar for everything the other girl has mawled  /  bewailed at her face out of sheer pique adulterated with raw acrimony around nine years ago -- albeit what is in the past should not be dwelled upon for naught favorable ever results in pointless ruminations of which woes second and third grade possessed for them. it is a past she would prefer to omit anyway. hammering palpitation does not halt nevertheless of the daintiness rested upon the atmosphere and provided by the splendor who graces her bedroom floor. gaeul grasps onto a wooden brush in her hand, noiselessly and appeasingly combing through chestnut brown locks of silky hair, tingling sensation upon the digits of her fingers.

      ❛  you know, considering your hair looks so soft, you've got a lot of tangles.  ❜

[honbees]

MEMEME ♡

voice  meme.  // always  open.  //  @suvireum

find  them  here  &&  here!  apologies  for  the  background  noise.

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this ho's url for the voice meme? ❤️❤️❤️ uwu

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you  can  tell  i’m  operating  on  my  last  few  brain  cells,  lol  !!    ♡

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♗for foxbitch please

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       did  you  mean  my  man-eating  wife ???  

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      these  are  sensations  of  muliebrity  and  dotion  encompassing  his  indignation  replenished  body  alike  a  warm  blanket.  his  sullen  spirit  now  conciliated,  lingering  beams  can  indicate  of  the  felicity  now  sojourning  within  his  heart.  all  these  years  (  although  not  living  for  that  much  long  )  jaegeun  has  beseeched  incontestably  to  obtain  this  vigor  within  without  comprehending  that  the  solution  to  all  of  his  hurdles  was  right  in  front  of  his  eyes  ;  wearing  her  hair  in  a  low  loose  ponytail  that  curled  around  her  shoulder  and  down  to  the  middle  of  her  torso    where  he  assimilates  the  bra  clasps  were,  swiping  mildly  a  sylphlike  figure  and  its  murkiness  contrasting  to  the  ebullient  grin  ever  so  resplendently  strained  into  her  plush  lips.  yes,  jaegeun  has  withered  in  countless  lecherous  reveries  over  her  for  three  years  and  now…  at  last,  consummated  his  endearment.

      in  his  reveries  the  assailable  adolescent  lingers  a  minute  too  long  until  the  sound  of  pacing  heels  is  too  distant  and  he  comprehends  he  can  turn  home  now.  turning  over  on  his  heels  and  walking  past  the  corridors  expeditiously  nevertheless,  the  familiar  countenance  he  encounters  lacerates  his  merriment  and  placidness  into  millions  of  teensy  schisms,  penetrates  forcibly  this  appeasement  which  inhabited  within  only  to  reciprocate  it  with  mortification  and  astoundment.  his  smile  drops,  now  somber.      ❛    r--reum…    ❜      never  has  he  been  so  speechless,  never  stammered  .  now,  he  is  appalled  as  chagrin  subdues  him  whole.  posthastely,  her  upper  arm  is  clutched  by  his  all  too  tight  grasp  whilst  this  keen  eyes  kindle  her  alive  in  the  quest  of  the  axiom.  a  truth  he  hopes  hearkening  alas  knows  he  won't  precede.      ❛    how  much  did  you  see  ?!    ❜      ╱      @suvireum

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“ does hurting me make you feel good or something? ” (':

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      fury garnishes youthful countenance ; crescents of raw vexation and morbidity sink into the contouring melancholia of her facade.

      in fact it does. he would never concede doing such things can seize him such beatitude. jaegeun does not acquire as of why and and as of what exactly he is feeling… albeit, the looks of adversity, indignation, and perplexity from his twin sister swirl this type of eccentric sentiment within this mordant ichor gushing forth through his veins. beyond their familial alliance and the souls intertwined, they are different. thus, patent via their mere ubiety: one,  filled with ambitiousness and will to bring benign in the world ; to prompt and love and bring felicity to those around. the other, crestfallen within his own introspection, tinctures atrocious lines across any path he takes and glower subsists within him – incessant, everlasting choler.

      granted, jaegeun possesses no resentment whatsoever but like hounds gluttonous / ravenous and avid for blood they glare into each other’s blood-lust filled apertures and an electric current ( staggering, throbbing ) convulses through the core of their corresponding argumentations. they are created of the same element thence, parallel being increasing and blooming – only to morosely wither when time of axiom arrives. they bring demise upon one another with glares solely ; some afflicted, others purely antagonized. and for a mere moment, there is an inclination of repent bubbling in the midst of his torso — to gesticulate towards her hand and disarm, placate his sister… to enunciate dolefulness and culpability. those sentiments wash away as hastily as they advance. in a universe where their minds align along and their hearts no longer contrast, then perhaps they could embrace each other with genuine solicitude, then perhaps they could properly covet. but they are twins, born into the same world from the identical core of existence – and the more they grow, jaegeun assimilates one thing: there can only be one.

      ❛  you ask that like you don’t know me, sis….  ❜      no compunction, no contrition — scarcely, a grimacing smirk painted atop virulent lips. within his glum orbs malignity is flickering — perhaps for a moment too precipitant, too cursory to be evinced, albeit, the odour from his soul is sufficient to throttle his contemptuousness towards her lungs.

      ❛  there’s nothing i enjoy more than hurting you. ❜