** 𝒽𝑜𝓂𝑒 // 𝐠𝐫𝐨𝐰𝐧.

i will love you if i never see you again and i will love you if i see you everyday. i will love you as we find ourselves farther and farther from one another, where once we were so close… i will love you until your face is fogged by distant memory. i will love you no matter where you go and who you see, i will love you if you don’t marry me. i will love you if you marry someone else and i will love you if you never marry at all, and spend your years wishing you had married me after all. that is how i will love you even as the world goes on it's wicked way.

[softstouch]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ʜᴇᴀʟ. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ʙᴜʀɴ.

[softstouch]

𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐚𝐫𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐬𝐮𝐧. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ʜᴇᴀʟ. 𝐲𝐨𝐮 ʙᴜʀɴ.

[thisnoose]

actually no! i’m gonna reuse @softstouch to be honest. i’m gonna go THERE and focus on ember bc she deserves it :)

[thisnoose]

stand by. i’m changing theme bc i’m an asshole :)

[thisnoose]

as always, i’m gonna do stuff for ember and her universe! i’m here and inspired for em, again, as always. i wanna make sure everyone knows the main muse is ember on this account. she’s my fave muse i have and honestly the softest. please like this if i can make you a starter with ember decker!

[thebackro0ms]

i have noticed even people who claim everything is predestined, and that we can do nothing to change it, look before they cross the road.

[thisnoose]

nah im gonna play some video games :) then bed again maybe :) as always hmu to plot or something :) i’m almost always mobile when im away :))

[notthedyingtype--a]

open*

        soft melodies float freely from headphones perched over her head. ghostly pale hues linger on the phone in her hand, dazing &&. lost to the world right now. hands flicker &&. fade before coming back fully only to do so again. today was a difficult day to stay in this realm. or maybe it was that there were too many figures flashing around her; forcing her to block the out with music &&. distractions. lithe fingers, ones that are almost transparent, grasp tight to the bag at jemma’s side as it is pulled away from the seat, freeing it up for someone. ❝ sorry. ❞ but… was this person real was the true question that needed to be asked.

[thisnoose]

               autumn was grateful she didn’t have to bother the other. the music was just loud enough, flowing from those headphones and seeping from the cracks beneath the stranger’s ears. autumn shrugged it off, and waved her hand dismissively, then signed thank you out of habit. it wasn’t uncommon for her to use basic sign language instead of her voice; sometimes, autumn couldn’t stand it. she sat beside the blonde and listened carefully to the bass that bumped. she crossed her legs and finally attempted to relax in the seat. it was her first time sitting since she landed in michigan and she was much more grateful than she thought the stranger knew. for once, though, she had anxiety when it came to arriving at her destination. she hoped the woman could distract her, but autumn didn’t want to bug someone she didn’t know. 

               “ hey, ” autumn signals to the girl kind enough to let her sit beside her. “ i could use a distraction-- whatcha listening to? ” she opted for bugging someone she didn’t know.

[callovs]

            she had started biting her bottom lip at the reply ember sent back. it was one thing to keep complaining about how terrible she felt. another to admit to the things that had caused it. a long nail tapped onto the screen a couple of times and a reply was put together, erased, put together AGAIN and erased AGAIN. kayla considered ember a friend and it seemed they shared at least one depressing feature of their past. with her breath sucked in tight and her front teeth digging into her bottom lip, the brunette finally found the right words. the message was sent before she could think twice. a fearful heart, anxious of the POSSIBLE rejection, caused her to throw her phone across the bed, far away where she wouldn’t be able to read the reply immediately.   

[ msg. ] –––––– it’s alright to ask, i guess. i recently got a divorce too and in the same breath i came out to my family. my dad didn’t take it so lightly at first and honestly … i don’t know yet how to digest all of this. hopefully, shopping helps.

[thisnoose]

                    at the admittance of the things that were weighing her down, ember could swear that kayla must feel at least a little better. she knew she’d have to reply right away just to be certain kayla knew she wasn’t alone or rejected. ember didn’t even come out to her family after scott, she just began seeing reagan under the radar. ember had dropped a few hints here and there that she was attracted to, well, a lot of people, not solely men. she felt better once she lived a life she wasn’t afraid of, and she could imagine kayla would soon feel the same.

[ msg. ] –––––– wow, we’re way more alike that i had even realized. i think it’s incredibly courageous of you to make two huge changes in your life at the same time. family will almost always take it the hardest but i promise it’s so much better out than in. i was thinking, if you’re up for it, i could tag along with you while you splurge to keep you from driving yourself completely into bankruptcy and we could get some food or coffee. whatever you’re up for, on me. i’d love to be a soundboard for you right now; i can’t imagine how loud your thoughts must be.

[rprespect-blog]

lyric   edits   (   1   /   ?   )   ➛   “saturn”   sleeping   at   last.

[thisnoose]

sleazygoing·:

          “Nope.”

           Keeping it cryptic, he decides: “Sounds to me like you’re in a hole. You stopped digging yet, tiger?” A pause. He sips on something boozy and the exact same color as Windex.

          “Me?” Vernon shrugs. Sometimes he’s an entrepreneur. Sometimes he’s an attorney. Sometimes he’s a wedding planner, an accountant, Dr. Feelgood… A busy guy. But he doesn’t feel like bullshitting poor tipsy Jorge too hard. So he settles for: “Let’s just say I didn’t listen to my mom either, you know what I’m saying?”

               jorge can only stare at the drink in front of vernon as both of their attentions are drawn to it. he’s impressed by the color, a little off-put by the clash of aesthetics. he’s not disappointed, though. when vernon hints that he might understand exactly what jorge is feeling, jorge grins. his attention is then brought to vernon’s eyes, being sure to maintain his guard, now. 

                “ i think i might, ” is all he says before flagging the bartender down again. paranoia sets in and he begins to worry that vernon was undercover, set solely to get close to jorge, knowing he was the softest of the four. perhaps getting yet another shot was a bad idea. 

[thisnoose]

softanemoia·:

emeralds fixated on the chocolate browns in front, like a game of ‘ don’t blink ’ - except in this case, the loser would be caught with a .45 pressed to their temple. harlie enjoyed the tricks she played on this one. it had become a routine habit to pick one unlucky fella in jackrabbits bar to mess with - as of late, jorge was the jester in her cheap thrills.

pink stiletto nails tapped the bar as she stood behind, roller skate cowboy boots and short shorts to match that childish gleam in her eyes. she shrugged, misleading and dismissive.

“ do i look like i got the time to take messages for ya, jorge? i ain’t a secretary, i’m a waitress. ” she hissed, cranium tilting to the right. “ now incase ya haven’t noticed, i’m a busy gal tonight, and that ugly face of yours is scaring off my locals. ”

her teasing tone set him off. he canted his head back just enough to be looking down at harlie. closing the distance between them, he leaned over the bar. jorge didn’t come here to waste time; there was a difference between beating around the bush and outrightly ignoring his request for information. his short temper was the exact reason he preferred to stay behind the screen and off the field.

“ harlie, i have eyes on your stupid fuckin’ bar. two patrol cars stopped by and they didn’t stay for a pitcher. i know you was in here, bitch. you ain’t gotta front. i thought we had an agreement. our backs were covered if you and jack got twenty percent of this score. i can’t have pigs sniffin’ around my creepin’ ground, you feel me? ” he took a deep breath, rubbed the bridge of his nose, and let the air out. he maintained a low volume, paranoia being the main cause, “ were they or weren’t they askin’ around? ” 

[thisnoose]

amelorates·:

Like out of breath she stumbles forward, reaching out to grab onto anything she can. She finds arms, an embrace, and leans into it, too confused to do anything else. She blinks her eyes to the overcast sky and tries to piece it all together, using pieces that aren’t even there, and the names the other tells her means nothing, not the right thing, at least.

“No, that’s not——that’s not right,” her tongue feels dry and thick in her mouth, “this is not where I was.” Somewhere else entirely. What was her last memory? Her checking the room of her lighthouse over her shoulder before turning and leaving. 

Where? Where did she go? 

And she starts to push herself away from the other again, to stand by herself though she’s unsteady, her head still caught somewhere below the waves. “This feels wrong, I feel… wrong. —— Hours? That’s not——that can’t be.” 

when the stranger pushed away from alene, she kept her arms up as a reminder that she was there and real, hopefully to ground the other. the sounds of the waves echoed in alene’s head but she maintained focus on the woman before her. she wouldn’t let her anger for the ocean cloud her instinct to simply care for the other. 

“ only a few hours. not days, child. be thankful it wasn’t days. ” her remark sounded cold, but her voice was reassuring. once she’s certain her newfound acquaintance could stand, alene stood upright and laid her hands crossed behind her back. “ my name is alene. i wish to help you find your bearings. i know this mustn’t make sense, and i trust you may have been through this before by the looks of it, by the feel of it. but i worry if i let you stress, you won’t heal. ”

alene offers a single hand for her to take. she knows how it must look, but she won’t back down. something about this woman drew alene to her. all living creatures on earth were her’s to tend to, and she’s thankful at the very least that this one can stand; let’s see that she can walk.

[thisnoose]

hi i’m seriously SO sorry about being awol this past week. i work for a deli at a grocery store and i was doing some overtime because of the holidays. but i called out for today because of my anxiety so i’m going to try my damnedest to make a dent in my writing today because i definitely need it. i might write up some one shots to archive here to keep a better understanding of my universe, like the reunion of rin and astroth, ember’s inauguration, drew’s barter with astroth... i’ve got some major interactions internally that are so important to me to help better understand the characters.

alternatively, i’m also, like, really into the idea of starting a completely new blog/idea because i wouldn’t be a writer if i didn’t have the urge to completely drop every idea i’ve ever thought up for a newborn one. i won’t though, but i will be adding villa//nelle, konstatin, and eve to the canon characters within these next two days so that i can explore that bc i fucking love them.

now that i’ve rambled and explained what’s on my mind, i’m gonna try to get to work so long as my wifi will have me :)) i’ll be here!! hit me up! let’s plot! do you have any muses that don’t get a lot of love or a plot you’ve been dying to try, shoot me a message! i’d love to see what me n my muses could hopefully do for u :)) 

[herhighnessrps]

okay but how about an “i’m in my twenties and sick of still being a virgin, so one night when i’m drunk i think it’s a good idea to dm my old celebrity crush who is no longer really that famous anyway and ask them to take my virginity – wait why did they just dm me back?? giving me their number?? i don’t even remember doing this” au

[thisnoose]

vottix’s fc is now t//heo germa//ine.

[thisnoose]