from your love

i’m staying up, i don’t wanna come down from your love. we’ll get lost together, let me flow. don’t ever let me come down from your love multimuse | multiverse | semiselective

[venusriot]

!!!! MOVING BLOGS !!!!

my new blog ( with it’s own log-in, finally ) is going to be over at @lczybcnes !! please follow there as this blog is eventually going to get deleted. i’ll be coming to all of my writing partners personally to discuss our threads!

[venusriot]

!!!! MOVING BLOGS !!!!

my new blog ( with it’s own log-in, finally ) is going to be over at @lczybcnes !! please follow there as this blog is eventually going to get deleted. i’ll be coming to all of my writing partners personally to discuss our threads!

[otpmusings]

Secret relationship AUs though

[curdledmiilk-blog]

otpmusings:

Your parents/housemate just came home and now you’re shoving me in the closet/under the bed/out of the window but I only have one shoe on and no underwear oh my god

(AND you’re trying to kiss me while shoving me this is just perfect)

We work at the same place and no one knows we’re together and every time there’s an office party we end up having heated make out sessions in the bathroom

Actually we rendezvous there for make outs most days, totally sober

We were playing video games with one of your friends and I beat you at something really difficult and you were so outraged/impressed that you forgot no one was meant to know we were together and started tickling me/trying to pick me up etc and now your friend is just staring at us like what the hell I thought you guys didn’t even like each other that much

We couldn’t go to your place or mine so we decided to rent a hotel room and have sex there and we look considerably more ruffled coming out of the elevator than when we got in it and the guy on the front desk is looking at us really smugly

You treat me like shit/like you barely know me whenever we’re in company and I’m kind of offended that you’re so ashamed to be seen with me, little do I know you do it on purpose just to rile me up because you think I’m cute/hot when I’m mad but know I can’t say anything

We were at my place watching movies and cuddling on the sofa etc but now you’ve fallen asleep in my lap and I know my parents/housemate is gonna be home any minute but I haven’t got the heart to wake you + you just turned over and snuggled closer to me and I almost died of cute

[venusriot]

anyways so i might be moving this sideblog over onto it’s own blog/sign-in so keep on the watch out for that

[yuuko]

immortals in love with humans (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated (◡‿◡✿)

immortals in love with humans who die and become reincarnated and don’t remember them (◕‿◕✿)

[venusriot]

anyways if anyone wants to play opposite of a jooe muse... feel free to hmu or like this because i really wanna use her as a fc now that i found a good gif hunt

[fleshwerks-deactivated20191021]

OC fact swap.

Send me a fact about your OC and I’ll answer with a relevant fact about mine. I want to learn about your OCs.

[bucket-o-bones]

PLEASE YES

[venusriot]

pastelnctes:

{ @venusriot​ }

“you want a roommate for the night? not anything sexual - unless you want to,” jihae winked at the other before a soft laugh escaped his lips. “nah, seriously. my roommate is bringing someone over and my newfound brother remi isn’t answering his phone. i need somewhere to crash.”

When she was winked at, Inhye just raised her eyebrows as she stared at him for a few seconds. “As enticing as that sounds, I’ll have to pass.” She dismissed Jihae’s antics easily, something she was fairly used to having to do. Though his predicament as far as his housing for tonight went did soften her up a little bit and eventually Inhye was stepping away from her doorway, widening the door opening. “The guest room is all your’s tonight, so you’re formally invited to sleep over.”

[tenyearcontract]

Reblog if you’re okay with rping shippy stuff without any smut

[venusriot]

dxntdisappear:

open to – f  

the two booked the university’s studio for the whole day to work on a dance for a competition. but the two ended up being extremely unproductive since they couldn’t pick a song. “we’ve gone through maybe seven songs already.” he said laying on the ground looking at the female. “you said you wanted to do something fun–just pick the first one we tried.“ a laugh escaped from his lips covering his face with his arms. “that can be one of them at least, we need three total.” he groaned already feeling exhausted. “i think i need another coffee–i barely got to sleep last night because i was too busy looking at songs while somebody got to go clubbing.” 

Solji just rested her chin in the palm of her hands from where she was sitting on the floor, pursing her lips lightly as she thought over the implications of picking the first song over a different one that they had been running through. It was true that they needed three for this competition but that didn’t mean she didn’t want any of them not to be perfect in every sense of the word. Though at his desire for coffee, Solji just laughed and shook her head. “Hey, you can’t do that! I offered to bring you along with us, so to stay back to help you narrow something down. So you missing out was only and purely your fault,” she reminded. It was at least mostly the truth. “Could we go through the fourth song again though? I think that one might have been the better one.”

[venusriot]

yknow. i feel like all this zealous plotting i’m doing is going to bite me in the ass when all my partners inevitably reply all at once ljdsfldjf

[werewolfwords]

imagine dating an immortal and finding a photo album of their exes who all sort of look like you dating back a century

What if the exes were all previous incarnations of you and the immortal’s been dating all of them in the hopes of getting you to remember your first life when you originally met them

[twiilightdreamed-deactivated202]

When y’all reblog posts from me of my fc’s and tag as “wanted opposite” Me:

[venusriot]

which... nct member should i turn into a werewolf muse

[venusriot]

varictys:

Minho imagines what it feels to see the difference between red and green. He wonders if blue has a violent sort of appearance, wonders how black looks when it isn’t so often subdued by the millions of shades of gray to already exist. Minho has always wondered this; it is likely the reason why the walls of his apartment are lined with artwork to the point that he is running out of space. He wakes up every morning and is soothed by their presence—he can only imagine what it will be like to wake up one day and be able to see what they truly hold. ( That promise comes with plenty; it also comes with promise of finding his soulmate, the inevitable which waits for him somewhere in the future. It’s a good thing Minho is good at dealing with uncertainty, because there is plenty of it in this world of theirs. )

But it’s true, he’s running out of room in his walls to put up artwork and has been thinking of a solution for this. The solution he reaches is—why not a different form of art? Sculpture making had come to mind, and Minho had researched some places for him to visit in the arts district with that goal in mind. He had been making his way to the third pick he had chosen, actually, when his feet had slowed in the passing of this shop. It was a pottery studio, not exactly what he had set out to look for– -but something had called to him, had his feet moving before he could question why.

The doorbell chimed sweetly at his arrival, and his footsteps were slow as he made his way into the door. His curious eyes were already roaming, drinking in everything that lay from top to bottom in the studio with an almost greedy sort of curiosity, the smile settling instinctually on his lips one of joyed satisfaction at having found a place like this. ( Perhaps it wouldn’t be a problem after all that he was running out of wall space; Minho still had plenty of empty surfaces to decorate with these gems. ) It was when the voice spoke that his gaze finally broke from its venture and turned to the man in front of him

-        –And then, everything bloomed. If he had been inhaling a breath, it got stuck in his chest for a moment as color bled in beautiful, sweet around the edges of the face that held his attention. Wow. It was a lot to take in, but Minho was having a hard time focusing on anything other than the smiling face in front of him. The smile that had been slipping onto his face before, broke out into something bigger, something indulgent. “Hi,” He finally replied, the breath he had been holding breathing out as his shoulders eased some, gaze blinking, but unwilling to move from the man’s face. “You’re…” He tried, though the words died on his lips, being eaten alive by a smile that seemed to grow even wider, something dopey about it—something so sincere. “Hi.” Minho repeats, for lack of processing, but a wish to speak, to communicate.

It’s that same tinkling of the door that snaps him out of it, the padded footsteps of another customer wandering in finally breaking him from his reverie. He doesn’t know where to start, doesn’t know where to even look—but he doesn’t quite want to look away just yet. “– -Minho. I’m, I’m Minho.” He offers, finally, brain kicking somewhat into pace and offering a greeting other than the ‘hi’ he had already repeated twice.

Waking up this morning, Kyuchul had expected for it to be like most other days that he had- wake up, go to to shop to sell and create some new pieces, come back home, eat too much for dinner, and eventually fall asleep on his couch while in the middle of a show. It was a little boring and it was definitely a routine, but it was what fit for him and the life that he was living. But what hadn’t been squeezed into his plans for the day was the factor that he would end up seeing the greens and tans that his studio were painted, or seeing the bright pinks of the posters on his ad board by the front door, or seeing the warm, deep brown color of this particular customer’s eyes. 

Then again though, could anyone really plan when they were going to meet their soulmate? Because if he had known that it was going to be happening today, he definitely would have washed his hair this morning.

At the repeated greeting coming from the other man, the smile just grew on Kyuchul’s face, mostly out of the fact that even he wasn’t really able to find the words for anything intelligent right now either. At least another customer opening up the  door was enough to snap both of them out whatever... spell had washed over both of them. Even if Kyuchul didn’t pull his gaze away to greet this new customer walking in. And thinking of such a thing... right. Greetings.

“I’m Chul. Uh- Kyuchul, actually. Not that it really matters. I guess. You can call me whichever,” he explained with a small laugh, feeling the tips of his ears get a little hot. He’d read about it plenty but what ever was the proper etiquette for finally meeting one’s soulmate, anyways? 

And as much as he knew that it was probably not good business sense, Kyuchul suddenly could only think about closing up early today and spending it sitting somewhere with Minho and just talking, getting to know him. Even if he didn’t know what Minho’s other plans for the day held already. Which really, while the other customer in his shop was browsing around, he wanted to find out just what exactly. “So... how’re you?” He finally asked, another small grin finding home on his face. He couldn’t help it, honestly.

[6uzzed-blog]

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[a-zzurra-deactivated20180518]

the reason i don’t go to the doctor anymore is because i went once and the medical intern was super young and super hot so naturally i got nervous, and when he measured my heart rate he said ‘hmm it’s…faster than average’ and then he smirked. cos he knew. cos i’m not subtle. cos i’m a dumb motherfucker. anyway imagine your OTP