#˗ˏˋ ris! ˎˊ˗

[shoyostar]

i can’t stop myself

RIN WHEN I FUCKING CATCH YOU RIN

[rosehearrt]

cont. from x.

“W-Well I certainly do know that…!” 

Rushing to correct himself, Riddle shook his had rapidly, hands up and waving back and forth along with it to banish the notion. Vil-senpai didn’t use weaponry, and he was one of the most powerful and capable people that Riddle knew - and certainly not one to ever have an issue with his voice being heard. Epel, too, tended to draw attention when he wanted it - and when it wasn’t given freely, he demanded it until it was. And then there was Rook-senpai…

Pressing his lips together, Riddle breathed in deeply in an attempt to calm his quickly flustering self. His upperclassman didn’t sound upset, but he didn’t want him to think that there was any possibility he looked down on them regardless. After his Overblot…there were things he was starting to become more aware of, things such as how to pick out pieces of others that he admired in everyone in his academic sphere. Vil-senpai and Rook-senpai had existed as objects of that admiration since long before, of course, but now there were more people beginning to join that once-small group they were a part of in Riddle’s mind.

Even the underclassmen. Though he’d be caught dead before telling Ace such a thing. It would only inflate his ego, no doubt.

“…I cannot use weaponry myself. Aside from poor upper body strength, I’m afraid my affinity for magic and my prodigal nature in academics is all I have to offer.”

For a moment, he averted his gaze, instead moving his hand slightly to run a finger across the fletching of an arrow sticking out of the bag set down in front of them…though he was sure to listen closely regardless. “Vous avez beaucoup de talent.” You’re quite talented. “Votre travail acharné a porté ses fruits.” Your hard work has paid off.

It was nice to be able to brush up on his linguistics with another who was fluent; he was particularly fond of the french language and the way his tongue rolled to form the words as well. 

And it was also a good way to lighten the mood…he’d become aware of more than just things having to with admiration recently, after all…specifically, what a considerable percentage of the school seemed to feel about him, and the ways in which he was viewed by the majority of the students in his dorm. He knew all he’d done couldn’t be undone so quickly, but…he was trying to improve. And things like bringing negativity to interactions, being too uptight, saying the wrong thing at the wrong time in the wrong way…he wanted to fix it all. 

A compliment was always a good way to start, he’d learned, though perhaps his senpai would find it nice that it was said in his native tongue as well.

“I see it.”

Of course, once he was asked a question himself, Riddle perked up at once to send a quick reply, focusing intently on what’d previously been one of many things he’d quickly calculated and picked up on concerning their surroundings and the other’s actions. 

“…You’re merciful.”

A slight tilt of his head, and then Riddle reached up to tug a few strands of vibrant hair behind his ear, his focus moving once more to Rook-senpai, rather than his arrow. Lips tinted pink parted as he did so; considering. 

“I knew you were kind, Senpai, patient as well, for I have watched you in your treatment of your peers, and of your underclassmen, myself included. And you are friendly, even to those who disapprove of your nature and say severe things concerning it. But it seems I have indeed misunderstood the depths of your goodness.” 

What must it be like, to move through life in such a way? Riddle didn’t know if he could ever possibly manage to present himself quite as vulnerably. 

“…Is it difficult? To maintain those qualities?”

[haoboutyou]

omg HAPPY BIRTHDAY?????

THANK YOU RIS 🥺🫶

[haoboutyou]

thank you for the tag ris hehe!

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[maruvilhcsa]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is a closed starter.

" it’s not a story ― it really happened.” kohaku exclama e ri em seguida. contava para naseon de quando era criança e estava em uma piscina que tinha um tobogã. ela não sabia nadar, mas desceu do tobogã alto direto para a parte funda da piscina e não conseguiu voltar para a superfície com rapidez. "a esposa do melhor amigo do meu pai me tirou da água pelos cabelos! foi assim que me dei um pouco de trauma de água."

@yangnaseon​

[diabliqtie]

eavesdrop - niwei&caspian

˗ˏˋ send me   “eavesdrop”   and my muse will describe your muse like they’re talking to a third party. ˎˊ˗ @spaceny

"Niwei?" Caspian pergunta como se só quisesse ouvir o nome mais uma vez, um sorriso imediatamente brotando em seus lábios. "Sim, é a com pose de modelo que passa aqui na loja as vezes... Ela parece meio séria, eu sei, mas é a pessoa mais carinhosa que eu já conheci em toda minha vida. É que o sorriso é para poucos, mas é tão lindo, mas nada supera quando ela ri..." E como se a lembrança fosse contagiante, Caspian se pega rindo também. "Eu acho que ela não gosta muito da risada dela, porém eu adoro... Eu consigo ver estrelas nascendo em cada riso dela. Constelações nos olhos, beijos do sol nas bochechas..." E o homem suspira, o sorriso nunca deixando seu rosto "Ela é ma galaxie la plus aimée..."

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˗ˏˋ ★ ˎˊ˗ my name is Ri. twenty. any pronouns.

˗ˏˋ cowboy enthusiast in college ˎˊ˗

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[shoyostar]

how are you holding up ??? i havent been on tumblr in a while lmao figured i might check in

a lot has happened recently so i’ve kinda just been all over the place LOL, got my midterms n exams soon (literally like tmrw) so i havent been writing a whole bunch just been studying everyday 😭

wby, how you doing? :3

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For the Time Being.| gyu💫(2)

╰─▸🖤❝ @[𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆 𝒊𝒔 𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈.. ]

✎𝒑𝒂𝒊𝒓𝒊𝒏𝒈: 𝒃𝒆𝒐𝒎𝒈𝒚𝒖 𝒙 𝒓𝒆𝒂𝒅𝒆𝒓

✎ 𝒈𝒆𝒏𝒓𝒆: 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒃𝒃𝒍𝒆¡

✎ 𝒘𝒐𝒓𝒅 𝒄𝒐𝒖𝒏𝒕; 2k

[@𝒃𝒖𝒈𝒔𝒃𝒊𝒏𝒏𝒊𝒆] 𝒉𝒂𝒔 𝒍𝒐𝒈𝒈𝒆𝒅 𝒐𝒇𝒇..

-ˏˋ🍧 “𝒎𝒂𝒚𝒃𝒆 𝒘𝒆 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒖𝒎–𝒇𝒂𝒌𝒆 𝒅𝒂𝒕𝒆. 𝒚𝒐𝒖 𝒌𝒏𝒐𝒘? 𝒂𝒕 𝒍𝒆𝒂𝒔𝒕 𝒔𝒐 𝒕𝒉𝒆𝒚 𝒄𝒂𝒏 𝒈𝒆𝒕 𝒐𝒇𝒇 𝒚𝒐𝒖𝒓 𝒂𝒔𝒔 𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆…”.  ˎˊ-

“so, how much did you pay him?”. yara snarled to you as the game began wrapping up. your university team had won at a 15 point blow out. the game was really close and you had to say the team did an amazing job keeping their score up. and no, you weren’t staring at how happy beomgyu was celebrating with his team members, smiling and high fiving them out of pure triumph. 

“she’s ignoring you on purpose yara”. rayne mentions grabbing her purse. you quickly snap out of it.”I’m not ignoring her. I don’t have to respond to her negativity all the time”. 

yara smirks, “negativity? just admit you paid beomgyu to talk to you. and it’s a fucked up thing to do if you asked me. if a guy likes me I’d like him to like me naturally”.

“I didn’t pay him. he came up to me first”. 

“so after you saw yara and rayne gushing over him you went away and came back with him holding your hand out of nowhere?”. sage questions skeptically. 

“he said he wanted to walk me to my seat”. you mumbled.

“yeah ri--”. 

“hey”. beomgyu interrupted just two steps away from you down the bleachers. he was looking directly at you as if your friends weren’t even there. a small smile flickered at the corner of his lips. you were surprised to even see him. 

“hey beomgyu”. you greet sort of shyly, pathetically. 

“it’s like a ritual after we win a game, all the guys just go out and celebrate whether it be alone or all together. I was wondering if you want to come maybe?”. 

he looked so shy but he was looking at you confidently and you thought it was kind of cute. he was trying to be brave for you. 

“if you don’t have any plans already”. he adds. 

“no I don’t. I’ll come”. you agreed with a nodding head. the trio looked at you in disbelief, perhaps you paid him for this ordeal too. 

“you played good tonight beomgyu”. rayne rushed to say, looking as desperate as possible. you made your way down the steps with the help of beomgyu who slid his hand into yours to help you. he nodded to rayne uttering a small thank you before he turned around to leave with you. 

you had to say, that shit felt good to do.

the crowd was slowly spilling out of the doors and to make sure you didn’t get lost beomgyu was clutching your hand tightly. you hoped to god something embarrassing didn’t happen like your hand releasing waterfalls of sweat out of nowhere. 

“so are we really going somewhere? or did you do that to save me from my bitchy friends?”. 

beomgyu laughs a little, “maybe a little bit of both. did they believe you?”. 

“they think I paid you to talk to me”. you admitted tossing in an eye roll for good measure. 

“wow they really think you’re that incapable of getting a man?”. 

“I guess so”. you murmured. beomgyu was tugging you until the both of you were finally out of the crowded and may you add, very humid gymnasium. the frigid night breeze felt like a breath of fresh air against your skin. you didn’t quite know where he was leading you until he was pulling a grey sports car passenger door open for you.

“after you madamè”. beomgyu says playfully, and roll your eyes and laugh at him because, well, he was an idiot. 

you kind of felt like a rebel. normally, these kind of nights would consist of you and your friends getting something quick to eat, calling it a night and parting ways to go to your dorms. but now here you were, in choi beomgyu’s car riding along the beautiful dimly lit night streets with the wind sneaking trips through your hair. 

the soft guitar melody of the indie music coarsed through the car, liturgical and heartfelt somehow making you feel as though you were in some scene out of a movie. except you knew you’d never be the main character in this kind of movie. 

“so, you come here often?”. beomgyu questions jokingly while still clutching the steering wheel, the destination of you both still being a mystery to you. 

“shut up beomgyu”. you laugh, “but if that’s your way of asking me my year and major, I’m a sophmore here. fashion design major”. 

beomgyu nods in approval, “I can tell”. 

you found that your occasional glance stealing of beomgyu became a full on heist at this point. how can someone be so attractive even behind a wheel? 

“what’s that supposed to mean?”. you say playfully pretending to be offended. 

“I mean, you dressed really nice to be going to just a game tonight. unless you had someone in mind”. beomgyu jokes once more.

you stifle the blush at your cheeks, “I didn’t, I’m nothing like my friends. I don’t dress to look good for guys, I do it for myself. I like looking and feeling beautiful”. 

“with a face like yours you surely don’t need to dress up to look beautiful”. beomgyu mumbles under his breath, all of it sounding like nothing but mesh to your ears. 

“huh?”. 

“nothing. we’re here”. 

you glance out of the front window to see this turquoise and pink colored, vintage looking diner. The vibrant blinking sign stood tall above it, 

For the Time Being.

“after you madamè”. beomgyu says again opening the passenger door with his hand out. you take it regardless of his dorky remark. just because he was cute. 

“where are your friends?”.  you inquire, the diner being quite vacant with the exception of a few elderly couples here and there. you slide inside the sea green colored plush booth seat across from beomgyu. 

“I don’t know, probably doing something else tonight”. he says casually before plucking up a menu and holding it just a little over his face. you smirk and tilt it down a little, 

“I thought you said you and your friends hang out to celebrate?”.

“yeah you know--whether it be alone or all together”. beomgyu says way too quickly. he was getting so shy and timid, like a child when the meet santa claus for the first time. 

“you’re neither alone or with them”.

“and maybe I lied”. 

“why would you lie beomgyu?”.

because maybe I’m okay with celebrating even if it’s with you, beomgyu wanted to say. but he didn’t. instead it was the waiter who was saying anything, asking the both of you what drinks you’d like to start off with. the orders were given and the waiter quickly scurried off to fetch them.

“so I was thinking...”. beomgyu starts, “maybe you can post this stuff on snapchat or something to make it look real you know?”. 

“I feel like if I post it I will seem, like desperate to them. It won’t look real at all”.

“why not? you can do that little thing girls do. you know the ‘On a date kind of nervous’ thing”. the both of you laugh at the idea. 

“they’re going to think that I’m trying to flex if I do it. maybe you should do it. do you have them on snapchat?”. 

“I’m not sure maybe I should check”. beomgyu mentions and pulls out his phone opening the snapchat app immediately. 

the waiter diligently sits the beverages on the table in front of you, asking if you guys were ready to order. you settled on the idea of banana nut pancakes while beomgyu ordered a burger, fries and a strawberry milkshake. you wondered how he could be so skinny yet possess such a big appetite. 

“I’m sure you do they practically stalk you on every social media platform there is”. you say with an eye roll. 

“rayne, yara, and sage?”. beomgyu reads aloud. “yes that’s them”. at your confirmation, beomgyu presses the add back button on each of their names. 

“so what are you going to post?”. you add, taking a sip of your lemonade. 

beomgyu thinks for a split second before getting an idea. he slides his arm on the table. “here, put your hand in mine”. you steadily placed your hand on top of his and he angled his phone camera on them both. except he wasn’t quite satisfied at how hesitant your hand looked to be on his.

“can you hold my hand with more love please? sheesh. what are we? friends?”. 

you laugh, snaking your fingers in between his. “fine then”.

“now look at me”. 

your eyes immediately divert to beomgyu and he instantly starts making kissy faces and cooing at you like an idiot. you couldn’t help but to chuckle at his efforts. he quickly snaps the picture; a blurry POV picture, you were in the middle of laughing with your hands folded into his. 

he posts it to his story with no hesitation. 

but of course before he did that, he saved the picture to his phone. 

just don’t tell anyone he did that.

“now we shall wait for their reactions”. 

gratefully the food arrived to satisfy the hunger rumbling in your stomach. the pancakes looked and smelled delicious, maybe beomgyu was onto something by taking you here. you gave the waiter a small thank you before he went on his way. 

“can I at least see the picture beomgyu? i want to know if it will make them jealous or not”. 

“don’t worry it will”. 

“how do I know?”. 

“just trust me, it’s cute enough”. he assures squirting bucket loads of ketchup on his fries. 

“if it’s cute enough then let me see”. 

“you don’t need to see”. beomgyu laughs, he was really scared that you were going to tell him to delete it. he really loved the picture. 

“please?”. you beg, beomgyu bit the inside of his cheeks. 

“give me a piece of your pancake and I’ll let you see”.

“fine” you agree, cutting a perfect square. beomgyu opens his mouth. “ah!”. you roll your eyes airily and shoved a forkful in his mouth. he munches with his mouth full. 

“now show me”. 

“no you can’t make me”. he retorted and quickly hid his phone underneath himself. much too fast for you to see anyway. you looked under the table to see if he hid it there. 

you wanted to look serious but the smile on your face said otherwise. “beomgyu i’m serious let me see the phone”. 

“for what it’s just a picture”. he shrugged off biting into a fry. your eyes cut him down to size and you decided to make your way to his side of the table instead, towering over him for once. 

“let me see”. 

“you’d have to find my phone first”. he laughs. you realized the table and the seat was pretty vacant so there was only one place it would have to be. you start reaching underneath his lap and he’s trying his best to grab it making sure it was out of reach for you. as hard as you tried the both of you became a tangled mess with you unintentionally falling on top of beomgyu in the name of phone stealing. 

he’s was busy laughing at your failure of retrieving it until you pick your head up and the both of your eyes lock; he realized you were straddling him. he immediately became turmoil on the inside. 

[haoboutyou]

💌send this to the twelve nicest people you know or who seem to have a good heart and if you get five back you must be pretty awesome.💌

thank you ris 🥺🩷

[elchicodenim]

-ˏˋ Boyfriend Kris Wu ˎˊ-

row 1: Kris wants to surprise you cooking something delicious, row 2: After cooking, he takes a little rest, (our boy has worked very hard) row 3: Now, he is waiting for you to eat all the food he has cooked just for you...(no pressure please u.u)

[okmyejin]

-ˏˋ ˚₊· ͟͟͞͞ ➸ 200104 Han Ye Ri at 34th Golden Disc Awards ˎˊ˗

[maruvilhcsa]

˗ˏˋ ♡ ˎˊ˗ ㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤㅤthis is a closed starter.

"you look absolutely handsome today." escapa antes que kohaku perceba que estava mesmo dizendo em voz alta. não é que tinha problemas em elogiar as pessoas, mas esse ato a fez perceber que era possível que estivesse encarando intensamente o rapaz. "todos os dias." ela corrige e ri logo em seguida ao encolher os ombros. “é que essa camisa fica boa em você. a cor realça seu tom de pele... está indo para algum lugar especial?" não precisava da justificativa. ele estava bonito e era bonito também. só queria achar um motivo para ter encarado demais sem ficar parecendo boba.

@lindodeolhar​

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✦ . ˚    Anonymous  asked:  

˗ˏˋ     You are an amazing rper! I love your writing and portrayal. Do you have any recommendations for good bsd rpers? .   ˎˊ˗

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  C   RIES   ?   ?   ?   Oh   my   gosh,   THANK   YOU   ?   ?   ?   I'm   like   super   insecure   about   my   writing   but   atst   Yumeno   is   a   muse   that's   so   close   and   so   dear   to   me   and   all   of   my   friends   can   vouch   for   the   fact   that   I   get   so   emotional   over   him   sometimes.   But   this   means   SO   MUCH   to   me   !   As   for   BSD   RPers,   I'm   really   lucky   to   have   such   a   wonderful   RPC   here   !   I   might   be   missing   some   but   here's   a   good   list   !   MANY   of   these   ppl   might   have   multiple   blogs   too   so   I   don't   wanna   just   spam   them   with   @   '   s.   But   here   !   I   guess   this   is   a   non   -   traditional  follower   forever FSKLDJGF

@nullifiziieren , @pursuingideals, @diverse-hearts, @giftandguile, @bldscrm, @vivificamortem, @cainidepripas, @contueor, @ruinneux, @lunartxger, @killmoral, @cirems, @a-hell-of-a-lot-of-muses, @straylcved, @aviidya, @thehouseofthedead, @stray-doqs, @idealslost, @diivinidad, @misercndvs, @asheard, @voidveined, @arcadiianliives, @quxtcthcrxvcn, @jinxo, @nullcfied, @escourtesan, @nolongerbeneaththemoonlight, @foolslcve, @guiltscorched, @florabled, @narrationis, @sigmadolos , @aemiliiu, @nullied, @chiassosanctum, @cosmicstardreamer

And this person @setsunanoai (   no,   that’s   just   my  multi   FSDKLJDF   )

[jeonjwn]

broken angel. ࿐ྂ

˗ˏˋ @byvnghc  ˎˊ˗

tw: a lot of angst.

                   ࿐ ࿔*:･ﾟo dia havia sido consideravelmente cansativo, como quase todos vinham sendo para jiwon. havia um bom tempo que não tinha notícias concretas de byungho e estava começando a tornar-se aflito com relação aquilo. quando chegasse em casa depois de um bom banho iria dar um jeito de ir atrás dele com certeza. todavia, a carta em suas mãos assim que pisa na porta deixam claro que não é mais necessário. o que o loiro não espera é que o conteúdo fosse muito pior do que pode esperar, quando pega sorridente o pedaço de papel. o coração dá uma pontada, mas ele pensa ser saudade e ignora.

                  o anjo respira fundo sentindo uma angústia incessante tomar-lhe do nada e é preciso que caminhe até próximo ao sofá para deixar as chaves e dar total atenção aquele objeto cujo conteúdo com total certeza não lhe agradaria nem um pouco. todavia ele tenta manter a calma e a positividade. mas a dor é inevitável apenas por começar com "não chore." no decorrer da leitura dolorosa o mais velho vê a necessidade de sentar-se. suas pernas não tem mais forças para ficar em pé visto a fraqueza que tomava seu corpo. era como se uma parte o deixasse, morresse. as letras embaçando a cada segundo que desvendava aquelas linhas. byungho não tinha direito de fazer aquilo, era um teimoso, uma criança inconsequente e não tinha aquele direito! precisou parar para respirar. a ânsia de vômito o tomando a cada segundo que os olhos corriam pelas letras de caligrafia tão conhecida. por que seu melhor amigo fazia aquilo consigo? como ele tinha coragem? pode ser uma ação egoísta tentar mantê-lo ali mesmo sabendo de tudo que sempre sofreu mas jiwon o fazia para protegê-lo porque sabia que tinha coisa pior do outro lado. consequências piores.

                  as lágrimas já não eram novidade. desciam quentes sobre as bochechas pálidas e cheias. jiwon não se controlava, seu coração parecia estar sendo arrancado e dividido em várias partes. havia perdido seu melhor amigo? e se ele estivesse no inferno? o que diabos estaria acontecendo com ele agora? um zilhão de pensamentos toma conta da mente bagunçada e a faz latejar. "não é o fim do mundo." com certeza é o fim do mundo para jiwon. como ele iria seguir em frente? está cansado de perder pessoas importantes. cansado de sempre tentar proteger a todos e falhar. ele falhava. era um inútil. burro e estúpido por não conseguir convencer seu melhor amigo com relação aquela besteira. quando jiwon chega ao final da carta ele quer sorrir com as observações, mas não consegue. seus lábios não fazem movimento nenhum que não sejam de dor. ele chora. o anjo não segura nem um pouco do choro que lhe toma de forma intensa. o corpo sai do sofá e cai no chão, deixa-se ajoelhar no piso entapetado e ali ele fica, detestando a si mesmo por não acreditar que aquilo poderia ser real. não podia ser real.   ❝ ——— droga byungho! mas que porra!❞ grita em voz dolorosa. quem o visse naquela situação teria pena. mas ele não queria pena, ela queria seu melhor amigo de volta. queria que aquilo tudo fosse uma brincadeira e que o mais novo entrasse por aquela porta com biscoitos e um sorriso. o desse um abraço e um beijo dizendo que estava tudo bem e que iria dormir ali com ele só para provar que estava tudo bem. mas não. e ele esperou. os olhos fixaram-se na porta e ele esperou longos minutos mas nada aconteceu. nada veio para o salvar. e agora jiwon só sabia chorar e empurrar a carta para longe de si. as mãos aproveitam para descontar a raiva e ele empurra a mesa cheia de objetos de vidro assim como ela própria deixando-a se espedaçar no chão assim como seu coração. o filete de sangue escorre a bochecha e ele ri desacreditado. o vidro havia lhe atingido minimamente, mas sequer a ardência ele conseguia sentir. seu interior estava em estado mil vezes pior.

                  era doloroso de mais aguentar tudo aquilo. era decepcionante. estava decepcionado e quebrado. e o que poderia fazer? nada. apenas chorar e se culpar por tudo. e foi ali que acabou adormecendo. depois de horas sem comer, tomar banho e apenas chorar. apenas chorar e clamar por byungho na esperança de que ele fosse voltar quando ouvisse o choro. mas mesmo que quisesse era completamente impossível. talvez jiwon nunca mais visse o mais novo e isso o fazia desejar estar mais morto do que já estava. jiwon odiava amar tanto byungho. e naquele momento sentia que nada que fizesse passaria. ele precisa de tempo sozinho, precisa de um tempo para descontar sua tristeza e sua raiva. ele só precisa abraçar seu travesseiro macio e encolher-se até não suportar mais a dor nem o cansaço, resultando em um desmaio completamente sem energia. não resta esperanças, resta apenas um anjo quebrado que fará o possível para descobrir ao menos o paradeiro daquela alma, mesmo que isso lhe custe impor-se contra os superiores. mas isso era planos para outro dia. naquele ele só precisava de um descanso do mundo. um descanso do inferno pessoal que lhe perseguia sempre tirando as pessoas mais importantes da sua vida. não podia perder mais ninguém. 

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