Kiana Khansmith
if i look back, i am lost
祝日 / Permanent Vacation
tannertan36
occasionally subtle
Peter Solarz
Love Begins
Misplaced Lens Cap
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he wasn't even looking at me and he found me
oozey mess
YOU ARE THE REASON
blake kathryn
we're not kids anymore.
@theartofmadeline
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Jules of Nature
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
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@weedzzkiller
k bye, if anyone wants to stay in touch you know where to find me i guess
anon is still on in case anyone wants to tell me which muses of mine are stolen and from who. i’m very curious to see what you can come up with. if anyone wants to keep writing—and isn’t the absolute asshole who sent that anon—you can message me here or on discord. other than that, i won’t be here anymore.
k bye, if anyone wants to stay in touch you know where to find me i guess
Saying you're going to act like an adult and then vaguing about your personal drama and putting it in your pinned is definitely a choice from someone notorious for stealing muse concepts and being weird but go off, king! People like you make this place worse. I'm not involved in any of this but it's weird you're trying to make sure everyone knows about it.
yeah, okay, that’s fair. putting it in my pinned was just meant to be a way for people to know where i am when i’m not here, but looking back on it, that was shitty for me to do and i’ve deleted it from my pinned. i’m not doing super great right now and didn’t think it through properly.
i work very hard to make my muses unique and personal, and while i’m sure i’ve gotten some inspiration from my friend’s muses at some point, i have never stolen or copied a muse. if anyone feels like i’ve stolen a muse from them, i’m truly sorry. if anyone feels comfortable letting me know which muses you see as stolen, i’m more than willing to listen.
as for being weird—i know. i know i’m annoying and hard to deal with. i try really hard not to be. i just didn’t know i was notorious for it. i’m really sorry to everyone i’ve upset and made uncomfortable.
"well, no, i can't tell you whose blood this is," taeshik says as he rubs absently at the maroon stain stretching across the front of his shirt, "but i can at least tell you it's not mine."
-> @weedzkiller !
the panicked ache in his heart, his frantically searching hands—everything stops when taeshik says the blood isn't his. yiseok spends so much time pretending he isn’t what he is; sometimes he forgets that taeshik isn’t human either. they can smell it now, a stranger’s stench on him. he was feeding, he must have been. they have no reason to be this worried. “oh. right. i’m sorry. you—you’re sure? you’re not hurt at all?”
in the seconds that pass, jiwon feels the years of his life slipping through the cracks. they're leaking out of him, spilling over and bursting through. cold hands squeeze like a vice around his throat, and jiwon feels his pulse like a jackhammer behind his ears. red is everywhere, closing in until it's all he sees—and then he hears the music. a hole in space; a crack in the vacuum. jiwon feels himself pulled towards it as if by gravity, seeking out the sliver of light that manages to pierce through the ocean of red.
his hands move faster than he registers the movement, darting out to snatch the phone from gyeongjae's hand and pressing the speaker directly against his ear. it's muscle memory that has his finger turning the volume up to max, and still he tries to bring the phone closer, closer, closer— he needs it in his head, lodged into his brain, wired into his nerves. while his body never leaves the edge of the sofa, jiwon feels like he's running towards the music and clawing his way through the red soil of this grave.
"i'm here," he half-gasps, really looking at gyeongjae for the first time. everything still feels cold, clammy, like he's just escaped the salty undertow, and a part of the ocean is forever stuck inside him. slowly, the pressure around his neck fades 'til jiwon is left wondering if he'd only imagined it all again. "i'm.. here." // @weedzkiller
for a moment, before jiwon snatches the phone out of his hand, gyeongjae thinks he's lost him. he thinks he's going to lose another person he cares about and get blamed for it. but then jiwon is pressing the phone to his ear, listening at a volume that will surely cause some damage, and gyeongjae sees the light come back to his eyes. for the first time in the past few miserable minutes, he can breathe.
"there you go," he sighs shakily. "you're here. you're safe. i've got you." before he can think about it, gyeongjae sits on the couch and pulls jiwon into his arms—practically into his lap. he can't remember the last time he hugged anyone, especially not like this; the embrace is just as much for himself as it is for jiwon. "you're safe. it's backing off. i can see it fading. just breathe. i've got you."
atlas was used to extroverted and loud people — after all, he had been by jaxon's side for centuries at this point. however, just because he could handle them, that didn't mean that he would get close to just anyone that easily — and it was more of a personal choice than anything he had against doeun. if he truly disliked them, atlas wouldn't have entertained this conversation for even a minute. however, his gaze did fall to the legs that blocked him into the booth, one eyebrow raising in amusement at that move. still, he did nothing to push the other away just yet, instead just looking up to him as he responded. " are you that interested in talking to me? " he replied, a light teasing tone on his voice.
/ @weedzkiller
truthfully, if atlas had shown any clear signs of disinterest or discomfort, doeun would have backed off. the last thing he wanted was to actually upset him. but he'd never pushed him away, always reciprocated just enough to keep doeun hopeful, and tonight, he finally got to spring his trap. "talking to you, looking at you, other things i probably shouldn't say out loud...." doeun trails off suggestively, cursing the table between them that stopped him from looking atlas up and down. "don't tell me i haven't been emabarrassingly obvious. i really thought you'd gotten the hint by now."
it's hard to pinpoint what exactly it is that rome feels watching noah's adept fingers work at putting his equipment away. he's disappointed all of their sessions are finally coming to an end, that's obvious. it's slowly but surely become difficult to imagine their studio without noah in it. humming into the mic of his phone to tuck a melody into his voice memos for later, sharing anecdotes ( most of which, in rome's opinion, were rather cute ) absentmindedly on the couch tucked in the corner, checking up on rome from time to time. but — but, there's something else underlying the disappointment, something that xe's just too scared to take a closer look at. rome looks away, tucks their chin into their chest to hide a fond smile, and picks at a thread peeking out of the hem of his jeans. noah likes being around him. a lot. everything about the other leaves them feeling like a moth drawn to a flame, and rome is past the point of fighting it. “ do you think it'd be too early to celebrate all of this ? i just, i feel like this might be some of my best work yet. i owe all of that to you, obviously. i think it's only right for me to buy you a drink to thank you. tonight ? unless you're too tired. ”
rome ducks their head, cheeks flushed, and noah fully starts to lean in. he wants to tilt their chin up and kiss them until they're dizzy, wants to get on his knees and fill the studio with some new sounds. luckily he catches himself only a moment later, and instead just grins at them. "i'm not too tired, but you might be," noah says fondly—unable to stop himself from tucking a strand of hair behind rome's ear, unable to stop himself from letting his hand linger at the curve of rome's jaw for a moment. "how about this. come over to my place. i've got all my bartending stuff; i'll make you whatever drinks you want—because i owe all of this to you—and you can stay over if you need to. then after this is done, when you're not about to fall asleep, you can take me out and buy me drinks. okay?" it's a horrifically selfish request; he wants to keep xyr close, doesn't want to risk seeing a stranger fawn over xyr when he's right there. but if rome really wants to go out to a bar or club, he'll get the best damn bar or club in town.
benny is entirely too cute for eunsu to handle.
he shifts a bit to bury his face in their shoulder. maybe it's a bit too bold, but benny doesn't seem to mind the closeness all that much if their fingers in eunsu's hair are anything to go by. "of course you do. i'm a delight." something sweet and happy spreads in his chest, like honey in a warm cup of milk.
then the next lightning hits, illuminating the room in shocking, bright light. eunsu winces at the thunder that follows, loud and booming. "ugh, sounds like it's super close... " at least he's not on his own.
they gasp a little eunsu shifts closer—then relax against him with a smile, practically pulling the taller boy into their lap. he’s just so warm and comforting; they’ve never felt anything but safe in his presence and they hope they make him feel the same way. “you are!” they agree, smiling as they twist a strand of his hair around their finger. “i love hearing about all the projects you’re working on. you’re so creative and clever, and you’re so good at making me laugh, and—”
and then benny sees light flash through the window; as soon as they notice, their hands slide from eunsu’s hair to cover his ears. they don’t know if it’ll do much, but they’re trying. they want to help however they can. only once the last echoes of thunder have faded do they move their hands, instead cupping his face to make him look at them. they can handle looking him in the eyes for this. “i’ve got you, okay? nothing’s gonna hurt you while i’m around. i promise.”
oh. um. got hard blocked literally everywhere by someone that i considered one of my best friends and i have literally no idea why. probably won't be here for a while.
WATCH IT SUNWOO, 231125
It was warm and cozy and nice. And Aaron wanted to just enjoy all these feelings for a little longer. But Joon had to sit up eventually and then he was talking. And this was definitely ruining the mood. Aaron rolled on his back, watching the other from his laying position. Admiring him. Joon looked amazing with the slightly messy hair, wrapped up in some sheets. "Will you at least stay for breakfast?" He licked his lower lip shortly, leaning on his elbows. He didn't want to leave the bed, no, he would preferably stay in here with Joon just a bit longer, but that option was taken from him. "I can make.. pancakes. Do you like pancakes?" Sighing, he got out of the bed, scratching at his belly before grabbing some sweatpants from his floor. "I can also make coffee." He got the glasses from his nightstand, putting them on his nose before he faced Joon once more.
He shouldn't have spent the night. He shouldn't stay for breakfast, not even for coffee; his mother had always been meticulous about her schedules, especially around the holidays, and he wasn't looking forward to her inevitable bad mood. But even worse than that was the prospect of leaving Aaron, knowing that this would be it for them unless he decided to come back next Christmas. "I can stay for breakfast," he said, watching shamelessly as Aaron got up and got dressed, trying to memorize the sight of him. "Do you want any help? I can make the coffee while you start the pancakes."
somebody tell me to work on drafts or reply to plotting dms instead of brainstorming new muses i Do Not Need more
nobody stopped me so now i have two new boys. don't have time to add them to the muse list before work but they're here and i'm obsessed with them.
b a b i e
SUNWOO PHANTASY Pt. 2: Sixth Sense jacket shooting for @berryjaellie
by now, zelda would already have ushered whoever had taken up residence in her bed straight out the door without much thought. or at least toed out of bed and into the shower without a word, fingers crossed she wasn't shooting herself in the foot with an impromptu robbery brought on by shameless self-preservation. with harlow, however, usual modus operandi seems to have been set aside. “ it's cool, dude. you can stay if you want. ” tone nonchalant, worrying at a nail broken in the procession of events that'd led up to them being tangled up in her peachy pink sheets. harlow's weight shifting on the bed, warmth lingering where his skin once pressed against her own, is the trigger for zelda to peel away from the boy. “ d’you want something to eat ? a grilled cheese would kinda fuck right now. ” cotton tugged up to sit slouchily across hips, crumpled shirt thrown over small frame as feet pad across the wooden floor. in the quiet of the tiny kitchenette, left without a distraction, it's near impossible to not let her thoughts run amok. harlow had never seemed like the type to end up in a stranger's bed, much less a friend's. and definitely never, ever hers. still, she didn't mind being a distraction — that's what it was, wasn't it ? “ did you, like ... have a bad day or something ? rough time at work ? your boss being shitty ? ” gaze shifts to harlow, eyes narrowed ever so slightly as she reaches for a pan tucked away on the top shelf. “ work crush fail to mention how spiffy you look in your, like, new wool sweater or whatever ? you've got to spill, c’mon. ”
harlow really doesn't know what to do now. he's slept with people he was dating, but he's never done anything like this, never had a casual hookup. well...casual for zelda, probably. for harlow it feels anything but casual, but he's doing his best to stamp out all the flames of hope flickering in his heart. this was a mistake. he needs to make it right, no matter how much it embarrasses or hurts him. "um....yeah, grilled cheese sounds good," he says softly, refusing to look back at her. it feels inappropriate to look at her body now, despite having his hands all over her just minutes ago. he wants to keep his own covered too, waiting until they've left the room to pull on boxers, slacks, and sweater—after just sitting in bed for a moment, holding his head in his hands and trying desperately to figure out what he's going to say, how he's going to fix this. harlow attempts a smile once he makes his way to the kitchen—but it falls as soon as zelda starts speaking. "........what?" he nearly whispers, staring at them. "i'm sorry, what are you trying to say? you think that i kissed you and—" harlow breaks off to gesture vaguely towards their bedroom rather than admit what they'd done. "—because i had a bad day? you think that i just used you to feel better after a bad day?" maybe zelda didn't know him as well as he thought she did.
somebody tell me to work on drafts or reply to plotting dms instead of brainstorming new muses i Do Not Need more
to @midncghts ( for beau )
"i'm fine," wyatt pouts, trying to wiggle away from beau as the other boy grasps his bloody face in his hands. "i just fell off my board! i didn't even break my nose this time! it just looks worse than it is!" has he seen what he looks like? no, but he's definitely fine and he's definitely not in shock.
