HONK .

THERE IS A BLEEDING BEHIND YOUR EYES like none i have ever seen. and, my dear, i have known a thing or two about blood. there's an abrasion on your soul and rust in your chest. YOU'RE FALLING APART: in all the ways you know how, and most of the ways you don't.  IND. PRIV. HIGHLY SEL. MULTIMUSE FT. OCS & CANONS FROM NETFLIX'S MY NAME, BULLET TRAIN & MORE 

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ehe like this is you want to follow me over to a not-so-new blog i’ll be slowly setting things on ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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ehe like this is you want to follow me over to a not-so-new blog i’ll be slowly setting things on ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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ehe like this is you want to follow me over to a not-so-new blog i’ll be slowly setting things on ( ˘ ³˘)♥

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come skittering back here to wail about how much i miss writing certain cretins ( chanyeol & tangerine specifically ) and how dusty and old this blog feels now. whenever i collect the energy and braincells i might archive this and move to another. maybe ill try my hand at more canons. maybe ill slim it down to only a handful. idk anymore yall but the circus doth continue

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(/・・)ノ hello hows the rp wasteland been? has there been anymore bullet train takers? any fun dumb shit happen on the dash? were the holidays / end of year alright? 

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dang. last time i left, i come back to 23985629365 pornblogs. this time i leave, i come back to 13967519356 ppl that are suddenly interested in my tangerine takes OIHEGOWIEHGA

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i leave to deal with the horrors that is year end at work and encroaching holiday stress, and come back to 19377482 pornbots screaming at my blog door

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EVERYONE SHUT UP. SHUT UP!!!!!!!! HADES 2!!!! THERES GONNA BE A HADES 2!!!!!!!

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`kazoos my way onto here` helloooooo party folks. probably noticeable by now but i’m going ot be a lot more scarce until new years. got lots to do and lots to recoop so i’ll be on and off quite often with very little brain space to actually write /sobs but! maybe i’ll surprise everyone and myself and slam out a bunch of replies. who’s to say.

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ZOË KRAVITZ, ROBERT PATTINSON 2022 | Gizelle Hernandez ph. for Entertainment Weekly

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Burdened Memories| Starter Call for @tewwor​

Hes a focused being. Not much can pull him from a task of conversation before him without him seeing it to completion. But on this day, a reminder and bitter nostalgia took him from that. Peder was physically present but he had long left the conversation. It started when a mother leaned in to clean dirt from her Childs face. A small gentle task. Seemingly unnecessary seeing as she sent the child back on her way to play once again. A futile task, but necessary to grasp onto some sense of order in something chaotic. He remembers. Yet it was so long ago it has become a memory of a memory. With time like this, nothing was just yesterday anymore. But little glimpses panged him with nostalgia that was laced with ache- hard times are easier to remember. Its been like this since he retired. Since They no longer called to him and filled his mind with purposeful holy deeds. No more distractions.       His mind continued to get lost in these small pieces of memories until some became too real. Maybe too recent. His breath catches in one of these memories and in reality it does to. A sharp sigh escapes him and Peder has returned,

“I’m sorry- what was that?” He sends a glance back to his company unaware if his journey was noticeable or how long he’d let himself disconnect to the conversation at hand.

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Frankly, many would say to keep up with such one-sided conversations is for the birds. To which he would crow something along the lines of, ‘well, it’s a good thing I’m part of one’! Sans most of the avian characteristics, though. The hooked beak and the long fine-tipped feathers of both wing and tail are all missing, but the eyes.. Those wide, rusted-yellow eyes that do well to pick up most nuances of the world — both seen and not. 

But such sharp sights aren’t needed to realize how absent his company had become. 

Whatever snatched the man’s attention held him rapt for the worst half of the past ten minutes. To be offended or put off by such absence is certainly a valid reaction, but much like any other instance he’s given a sliver of freedom — Ransom simply takes the opportunity and spins it. If what’s said isn’t heeded then what harm would it do to speak the falsities of the ‘recommended’ sleep one should get per night? How the sky might as well be strikingly magenta instead of baby blue? Maybe even the controversial topic of how certain holiday music is downright boring? 

Point is, he has no qualms with twisting and turning fabrications of nonsensical subjects.

And when those eyes finally slide back into focus, back onto him, there’s only an amused smile to be seen. “Where were you just now?” Ransom asks, not unkindly as curiosity cloys that hint of southern drawl. “Where’d you travel to?”

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if  you  were  a  deity,  what  would  you  be  the  god  of ?

The Wayfaring Stranger

You wander through the world, desperately seeking attention and intimacy, but are ultimately never fully satisfied with the sphere of human connection. You enjoy your relationships, but never truly feel as though you belong the way others seem to. You spend half your time wondering if you have enough friends and whether they like you; and the other half pondering the strange detachment from everyone you know that descends on you more often than it should. Everyone who meets you is blessed by having done so, but ultimately you must move on. In the end, your destiny lies in the natural world, the sea, the grasses and stars, and in the act of wandering itself. As a deity, you're the patron god of travel, of weather, of the sea, of ending relationships, of loneliness and of dreams.

tagged: @riverspat​ ( omg thnkx!!! )

tagging: @huntershowl​ @mythvoiced @astremourante @likeprotege @somekndofpeople @ghoststained @alvcrd + YOU!!

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What Crystal Are You?

TANGERINE — snowflake obsidian

you are all grit and closed fists. you refuse to let anything in through the cracks of your armor. you would burn the world to protect those you love. the heart of a warrior burns in your chest. and it also weighs your shoulders down. what is the price for being so strong? what have you sacrificed to make yourself feel safe? when was the last time you let someone see your soul? when was the last time you let someone see you and not just the masks you hide behind? not everything must be a fight.

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tagging: @mythvoiced @natterghast @villxinoux @riverspat @theimpalpable + YOU

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alvcrd​:

@tewwor​ hit the heart!!

The breeze was comfortably cool as it buffeted through the trees. Only the moon’s light shone off of the round, orange glasses the vampire wore. He’s as much in his element as a shark is in the ocean; a hunter primed and ready to go at a moment’s notice.

That is; if he were hunting. Alucard sought this moonlit stroll in the pursuit of enjoyment. Even someone such as himself could get itchy legs rotting away in that mansion.

SOMETHING’S NOT QUITE RIGHT.

Alucard’s not sure what alerts him first to another presence. Be it the sound or the smell of them. The spectre would pause where he stood; the echo of a laugh tugging at his lips.

“ Are you here to hunt me? Something else, perhaps? ”

The small glow at the end of a cigarette is given more life for all of two beats. Then it dulls into a measly blip amongst the overarching darkness. The newest pair of eyes slides open then. Vibrant green with flecks of canary yellow and a blown out pupil — human-like, for the most part. The cracks of sight almost seem to glow within the swarm of pitch; right under the low hang of silver fir three paces away. 

Silence stretches far longer than necessary. Between the last hanging word and their fixed gaze, held fast like a rushing torrent, they choose to let the air settle. For they were never one to entertain conversation unless true interest was garnered. “What makes y’think I got the appetite for the former?” They finally reply, voice gritty and low like crunch of gravel beneath treads. 

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(｡･ˇ_ˇ･｡) snee snaw, snee snaw — hello all of yall fantastic writers. much like a magic 8-ball, i don’t know how this week will pan out with the new cat and all ( as i also struggle with the inner turmoil of if i want to be responsible of another living being ) but i will most certainly try to get at least 1 reply out per day ( weeps ). i’m going to try and get to all the responses i got to my open starters ( thank yall again sm for that — seriously means a ton to me! ) before i do others, but if i’m hitting a brick wall with no inspo then i’ll let my muse(s) drag me by the neck again. 

n e ways. hope this week goes by without too many hinderances and with lots of joy! 

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42piece​:

         •°. *࿐ What the man had said and done was out of line, and she had reciprocated for as long as she could. He’d grabbed her by the arms, shook her, and as her head bobbed forward and back, hair flipped over her face messily, he’d spoken of his love and how she was the only one for him. ❝Let go!❞, she’d cried, and he did, but she glared back, her back to the benefactor, ❝I have a right to choose, you know❞, she’d retorted, grinned, which is around the time he slapped her, eyes wide and angry and unhinged. The infernal gaze of someone who’s lost it, or about to lose his marbles soon. ❝If I can’t have you, no one can!❞

        And then someone stepped in just as the gleam of a pocket knife burst in the sun like a star — but it dropped with the fight, and the man was left running off with a limp.

        Straight as a lamppost, her hands curl into fists, a tremor to her shoulders as tears begin drawing down her cheeks — suddenly she’s bouncing forward, her arms coming to wrap around her savior’s neck, face buried in his chest as she weeps and cries and: ❝— I was so scared! It’s like he turned into someone else! He was going to cut me to pieces! Thank you for saving me!❞

If the biting chill of realization hadn’t shaken him awake, then the sudden close contact certainly did. A small oomph punches out when he finds himself held tight. Tears never bothered him ( though some might dub him as a sympathetic crier ), but he trembles from the swift exit of adrenaline. That and the grim assumption made between an overflow of sobs. 

Eun instinctively goes to gently pat the stranger’s upper back to offer some morsel of comfort. “I’m just glad you’re safe, miss.” Honest, he is. Why someone would ever commit such a heinous act bogles him — especially out in public for all to see. “He didn’t hurt you, did he? Are you alright enough to report this to the police?” A slight pause. “Do you want to report this?”