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“It’s my job to save you.” lim bros

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      rancor.  crimson.  petulance.  

      dripping  from  his  nose  and  splattering  on  the  floor.  his  white  school  uniform  shirt  now  tainted  in  vermilion,  meanwhile  pique  is  tainting  his  eyes.  they  glisten  with  such  immense  wrath  it  is  imponderable  to  perceive  just  how  long  he’s  conglomerated  all  these  sentiments  in  his  abdomen,  and  how  long  exactly  did  it  devour  him  on  the  inside  until  he  bursted  in  flames.  ignited  by  his  own  misery,  fueled  by  his  own  irascibility  –  he  is  an  adolescent  with  a  mindset  of  a  delinquent,  and  such  seeks  for  sheer  indulgence  naught  more.  no  humility,  no  reverence,  and  no  magnanimity.  equanimity  is  no  longer  a  substance  of  creating  his  being  as  he  is  violent  and  raging,  his  conducts  are  operated  with  no  consideration  whatsoever  and  his  tantrums  are  extreme,  dolorous,  vociferous  –  as  if  he  hankers  the  entire  world  to  know  he  is  aching.

      thus,  he  fights.  he  tussles,  he  battles,  and  he  descends  onto  the  group  with  fists  clenched  and  knuckled  bloodied  by  his  own  and  someone  else’s  blood.  he  escapes  home  so  that  he  can  find  himself  amidst  the  night  with  contentious    motives  and  solely  mishaps  awaiting  ahead  –  with  a  face  of  innocence  now  long  deceased,  manipulating  the  hearts  to  his  own  content  and  having  no  vigor  in  dealing  with  the  consequences  of  the  wrongdoings  he  commits.  

      ❛    oh  really  ?  where  were  you  when  i  needed  you  –  when  jae  hyeong  beat  my  ass  or  when  i  got  in  trouble  at  school  or  when  i  needed  someone  there,  huh  ?!  where  were  you…  ?  if  that’s  your  job  then  you  should  get  fired,  ‘cause  you  fucking  suck  !    ❜  

      older  brother,  beloved  brother.  avow  the  truth  to  him.  the  pungent  axiom  that  is  onerous  to  lug,  a  cumbersome  weight  upon  flimsy  shoulders  seeking  for  a  purpose  –  a  boy  with  no  aim  in  the  world,  ought  not  take  care  of  his  younger  brother  before  he  can  take  care  of  himself.  yet,  older  brother  he  is…  tell  him  the  truth  of  the  dread  in  the  heart.  dread  which  resides  whenever  seungmin  evinces  the  brutishness  ever  so  facilely  escaping  through  his  baby  brother  dear  as  if  it  was  nothing,  as  if  it  was  his  destiny  to  be  covered  in  bruises  and  mishaps.  seunghwa  succumbs  rather  piteously  into  his  woe,  a  repugnant  mayhem  of  triviality  and  choler.  it  is  all  displayed  over  his  countenance.  

      ❛    i’m  not  coming  back  home.    ❜  

      vox  poignant,  lamenting  soul  evident  through  the  quivering  of  his  eyes  and  his  bottom  lip.  he  is  a  boy  of  puzzlement  and  jubilation  of  which  rancor  has  subjugated  until  naught  but  crimson  is  a  part  of  his  vision  and  the  entire  world  is  twisted  in  a  ghastly  form,  as  if  he  is  all  forlorn  to  survive  in  the  gelid  air  of  his  forsaken  and  disconsolated  subsistence.  he  feels  pitiable  to  be  met  with  his  older  brother  for  once  in  such  a  long  while,  nonetheless  displays  zilch  remorse  for  his  abhorrent  deeds…  for  his  insolent  attitude  displayed  for  seventeen  long  years.  

      ❛    fuck  you,  hyeong.  don’t  come  play  all  hero  like  you  finally  decided  to  care  about  me.  i’m  never  coming  back  home.    ❜  

[calicoscat]

‘ i’ll be right here. don’t worry. ’ ( from mathias for when the princess becomes a crybaby )

soft angst starters / accepting !

the words only make her cry harder.

her head is resting on his lap, hands feebly clutching at the fabric of his shirt while her tears ruin them. it’s hardly a pretty sight, but he’s been by her side so long that she doesn’t need to act pretty for him. he’s seen her at her best, her worst, and everything in-between – it just so happened this was one of her less proud moments.

she knows he’ll be there. he always is. sometimes, she believes fate gave him to her – that he was closer to her than her own family. she loved them dearly, she did, but who was by her side at all times except for mathias? literally having grown up with her, dedicating his life to protect her – which includes being by her side at all times, in case of threat. not that she could ever begin to perceive what such threat could be, not when she’s in his careful hands.

but here isn’t where he wants to be. she knows him, as he knows her. she doesn’t hate him for it – she gets it, kind of. her family and her coven is all she’s ever known: the same courtyard, same hallways decorated with expensive paintings, same kitchen, garden – it’s true, everything she could ever want or need was in this mansion. everything she would be bequeathed: her coven, should anything happen to her father. yet, sometimes as she’s dancing around the residence, she wonders: what lies beyond the gates?

she wants to know, too. she wants to learn, too. and she’d do it with no one else but mathias, the boy she feels like she’s loved since forever; fated to love, with how deeply their lives are entwined. destiny has made primordial souls such as theirs; her own parents were soulmates crafted by the gods, surely, surely, he is hers, as she is his? the line between platonic love and romantic had been blurred for so long that she’s unsure if it ever existed; it really felt as if she could love only him at times.

set what you love free, and if it’s truly meant to be, it’ll come back to you. but it’s not that easy, is it? he couldn’t just up and leave, neither could she give permission – but maybe if both of them ran away, it would be alright.

he thinks she’s crying because her father reprimanded her earlier that day. she’s crying because she’s weighing the options of leaving everything she was made for, or leaving with everything she was made for.

will there be anything to return to, if we leave? she thinks. the mansion, this lifestyle might have been suffocating, but it was her birthright. she was meant to take over the coven one day, meant to inherit the house in which her parents defied laws in, meant to bask in her parents’ love and her uncles as they adored their coven leader’s precious daughter. every room in the house had a good memory as well as a bad one attached, but she finds that the good ones always weigh more; her laughing with one of her father’s trusted brothers, running up and down hallways, growing up only in this very mansion.

what can she do, when there are two worlds existing for her? all she’s ever known – and mathias?

“please don’t ever leave me.” she pathetically begs, knowing he won’t – but saying it anyway. tears make the heart insecure and questioning. “you’re so important to me. you know that, right? that i love you? please don’t leave my side.” to run, or not to run? “what if we left this place ... together?”

[bardobounded]

❛ That does not make it easier. ❜ ( from robin! )

THE GOOD PLACE MEME! | accepting.

                    ❛ Trust me, it’s gonna be a lot less scary. ❜ Robin, THE Robin he knows —— kinda cold and surly, reserved but brave —— exhibits hints of actual fear? Unforeseen. If Teo possesed viciousness perhaps he would belittle his unease. Make Robin feel like the biggest scaredy cat. Jumpscare or tell eerie tales to further his anxiety, but he isn’t malicious. The idea never crosses his mind, last thing he would want to cause his friend unnecessary trauma and for their relationship to end as a result of snidely laugh lasting five seconds. For all Teo knows Robin is more  annoyed at his stupidity than anything else.

A gentle encouraging shove to his friend’s shoulders, the younger finds other pair of dark eyes staring at him through their reflections in spotless mirror, swallowed by darkness. One nod. When words roll out of his throat they come in hushed mysterious tone. ❛ Now chant her name. ❜ Teo automatically flinches thinking he’ll get bop on the head for that command, for spilling popcorn or for suggesting the Bloody Mary game. There’s more justifying the smack.

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❝ I’m a total badass. How are you missing this? ❞ ( from robin! *finger guns* )

this sentence starters meme // accepting.

          ❛ I am not! ❜ Comes out in defensive tone followed by light flinch, ready to be headlocked or punched in some form, though smile lingers and eyes roll playfully. ❛ I’ve been telling everyone you’re badass. I’m basically the one making your badass reputation come alive. You’re welcome.  ❜ And he flinches again, this time keeping a safe distance from Robin, but gets left behind when other students bump into him, the hallway far too crowded and Teo runs up to catch up with the older teen. He knows Robin probably hasn’t noticed his absence and if he did he was glad shaking off the obnoxious puppy —— Today’s not the day! Crashing into Robin’s back doesn’t discourage his following blabbing,  and knowing when to back off? Not Teo’s thing. ❛ Where are you going now? My classes are finished. Let’s hang out! ❜

[calicoscat]

❛ things like me only exist in dreams. ❜ ( i changed the 'me' to suit him. i hope u don't mind! from caelan ofc )

poetry sentence starters / accepting !

‘is that so?’

words spoken into the air surrounding a sacred space; their sacred space. she watches the air tinge white with his exhales, wraps the coat tighter around her petite frame as she contemplates his words. she’s like that, most of the time: unhurried, not unlike the slow stillness of the world around them now as they hide. she is the observer, seeing far too much yet saying too little.

from the peripheral comes movement, and fingers instinctively close around – nothing. oh, she thinks to herself, remembering. i don’t carry omamori anymore. eyes dart to the boy beside her, the reason behind empty pockets and half a fearful heart. out of habit, her features remain suspended in neutrality, as if trying to trick the loitering ayakashi into believing she couldn’t see it. out of sight, out of mind, as they say.

i would have thought people like you and me come more from the stuff made of nightmares.

conclusion drawn, but the words sit heavy on her tongue, never to be said. not explicitly, at least. it sounds quite rude, after all, and asuka is anything but.

‘what makes you say that? is it our sight?’ the last two words spoken in a hushed whisper, as if speaking the very words could herald catastrophe. or is it … her eyes linger on his figure, piercing as though she could see the spirit within. unease makes the girl shift, as though reacting to what cannot be seen with the eye.

how could you think any of this is a dream?

biting words belonging to the harsh winter part of her soul spits out into thoughts. she dares not say that to him, not when he finds joy in the company of some of the ayakashi. with strange, wondrous fascination does she regard them and their friendship, nature of humans to always be intrigued by the incomprehensible and nearly always seeking a way to grab at answers with their bare hands. further still, although understanding remains elusive – at the edge of a bay she cannot touch – she will stay by his side, for he sees what she sees and no one else does. he understands what she can never put into words, and what has haunted her for most of her life.

‘i wouldn’t exactly say our ability comes from a dream. they say dreams are stitched from good things…’ disapproval implied in softness of her tone. and we are not good things.

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😅  ;  have  you  ever  done  something  embarrassing  or  made  any  mistakes  that  you  can’t  forget  about  ?

      way  too  many  !  i  have  memories  from  my  writing  experience  that  sometime  haunt  me  and  i’m  glad  that  nobody  remembers  because  i  used  to  write  so  bad,  and  i  didn’t  know  the  difference  much  between  in  character  and  out  of  character…  i  was  obviously  still  a  newbie  writer  and  i  didn’t  know  how  to  convey  emotions  properly  or  build  a  scenery…  it  was  cringe  worthy,  at  most.  

      also,  regarding  real  life  ;  you  know  that  moment  when  you’re  just  chilling,  existing  without  any  worries  and  your  brain  is  suddenly  like  ‘ hey  remember  [  insert  embarrassing  event  that  was  properly  not  that  terrible  but  you  feel  like  it’s  the  end  of  the  world  ]  ?! ’  and  then  you  just  sit  there,  reconsidering  everything  in  your  life  ?  happens  to  me  so  many  times  –  there  are  some  stuff  that  it’s  so  hard  for  me  to  forget  about  and  i  feel  bad  about  them,  but  i  think  that  as  long  as  we  learn  and  grow  from  these  situations,  we  can  somewhat  benefit  them.  

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this  was  so  awkward  omg  !!    ♡

[xonismsx]

@waldeint asked:   “Honestly I’d rather die in a fire.”  ( from min to jamie! )

meme: mad disrespect sentence starters status: accepting

         ❝ i know you’re not exactly stoked for school to be starting up again but at least... ❞ he trails off, waiting for his brain to fill in the blank with something worthwhile, & yet—   ❝ yeah i’ve got nothing, just uh... don’t die? i don’t want to have to try to find a new roommate. ❞