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[astr0logies]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  ╷   she  isn't  sure  how  much  more  of  this  she  can  withstand—  this  never  ending  hell scape  that  they  call  𝙷𝙾𝙼𝙴 now ,  the  trials  ,  the  deaths  ,  the  unknown  amount  of  hours  spent  around  an  ever  burning  flame  that  she  wishes  would  finally  burn  out  already  with  every  visit  back  to  it  .  the  scars  ,  the  wounds  ,  they  may  all  disappear  .  .  .  the  memories  of  the  trials  may  slowly  begin  to  fade  with  time  ;  the  𝒎͟𝒐͟𝒔͟𝒕͟  𝒉͟𝒐͟𝒓͟𝒓͟𝒊͟𝒅  aspect  of  all  of  this  ,  well  ,  at  least  for  the  young  witch  herself  ,  being  the  memories  of  her  prior  life  .  the  flashing  images  of  her  past  ,  the  last  time  she  remembered  being  truly  happy  ;  it's  not  fair  .  it's  not  right  at  all  ;  every  single  time  she  closes  her  eyes  ,  nothing  but  a  film  reel  of  moments  through  her  life  ,  her  father  ,  her  mother  ,  the  family  movie  nights—  she  can  still  faintly  remember  the  first  time  her  parents  sat  down  *&  let  her  tell  one  of  her  long  winded  stories  that  she  had  scribbled  crudely  into  a  spiral  ruled  notebook  .  she  doesn't  realize  just  how  lost  in  her  own  pit  of  despair  *&  nostalgia  she  had  become  ,  no  mind  paid  to  the  tears  that  were  obscuring  her  view  ,  building  *&  building  *&  building  until  they  wind  up  completely  betraying  her  ;  streaking  down  freckled  cheeks  incisively  as  a  faint  sobbing  begins  to  pick  up  from  within  her  that  she  didn't  realize  she  was  even  still  capable  of  . 

‧₊˚⋅   ♯   𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄   !   :     @moldcursed  /  𝓮𝓽𝓱𝓪𝓷  𝔀𝓲𝓷𝓽𝓮𝓻𝓼 :  [COMFORT]:  sender  cups  a  distressed  receiver's  face  in  their  hands  and  steadies  them  by  resting  their  foreheads  together.  [  ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ  ⥅  ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ ]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  ╷  the  only  thing  to  pull  her  from  her  self  pity  induced  trance  is  the  sudden  ,  yet  gentle  warmth  *&  pressure  that  comes  to  cup  her  dampened  ,  mud  stained  cheeks  ;  the  palms  cradling  her  face  are  soon  followed  by  the  tender  sensation  of  a  familiar  form  pressing  their  forehead  gently  against  her  own  .   ❝   ethan  ,  hey  !  i  uh  ,  didn't  see  you  there  !   ❞  mikaela  sniffles  out  pitifully  ,  a  weak  attempt  at  pretending  she  hadn't  just  been  silently  sobbing  to  herself  at  the  campfire  .  though  ,  ᵈ͟ᵉ͟ˢ͟ᵖ͟ᶤ͟ᵗ͟ᵉ͟  ʰ͟ᵉ͟ʳ͟  ᵒ͟ᵇ͟ᵛ͟ᶤ͟ᵒ͟ᵘ͟ˢ͟  ˢ͟ᵒ͟ʳ͟ʳ͟ᵒ͟ʷ͟ˢ  ,  the  sight  of  the  dirty  blonde  man  before  her  ;  his  gentle  touch—  it  does  bring  her  a  slowly  forming  sense  of  comfort  accompanied  by .  𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍  ,  𝒔𝒎𝒂𝒍𝒍  𝒔𝒎𝒊𝒍𝒆 

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[heiilari-a]

Tag dump

˖⟢ Kiiva ❮ᴵᶰ ᶜʰᵃʳᵃᶜᵗᵉʳ ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴵ ᶜᵃᶰ'ᵗ ʳᵉᵐᵉᵐᵇᵉʳ ʷʰᵒ ᴵ ᵃᵐ ˖⟢ ❮ ᵛ¹❯ ━━ ❝ ᴴᴱ'ᔆ ᔆᵀᴵᴸᴸ ᔆᴾᴱᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ˒ᔆᴾᴱᴬᴷᴵᴺᴳ ᶠᴼᴿ ᴹᴱ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ ᵛ² ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴵ ˢʷᵉᵃʳ ᵗᵒ ʸᵒᵘ ᵗʰᵃᵗ ᴵ'ᵐ ᶠⁱⁿᵉ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ ᵛ³ ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴮˡᵒᶜᵏᵉᵈ ᵇʸ ᵗʰᵉ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃ ᵈᵉᵐᵒⁿ ⁱⁿˢⁱᵈᵉ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ ᵛ⁴ ❯ ━━ ❝ ᔆᵖᵉᵃᵏⁱⁿᵍ ˡᵒᵘᵈᵉʳ ⁱⁿ ᵐʸ ᵒʷⁿ ᵛᵒⁱᶜᵉ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ ᵛ⁵ ❯ ━━ ❝ ᵞᴼᵁ ᑦᴼᴺᵀᴿᴼᴸᴸᴱᴰ ᴹᴱ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ isms/Visage❯ ━━ ❝ ᴬ ᵐᵒᶰˢᵗᵉʳ ˡᶤᵉˢ ᶤᶰ ᶤᵗˢ ᵒʷᶰ ᵗʳᵃᵖᵖᵉᵈ ᶰᶤᵍʰᵗᵐᵃʳᵉ ˑ ˖⟢ ❮ Answered ❯ ━━ ❝ ᵀʰᶤˢ ᶤˢ ʷʰᵃᵗ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᵃᶰᵗᵉᵈ˒ ʳᶤᵍʰᵗ ˀ ˖⟢ ❮ Inbox Call ❯ ━━ ❝ ᵂᵉ'ᵛᵉ ᵍʳᵒʷᶰ ᵃᵖᵃʳᵗ ᵗʰᶤˢ ᵗᶤᵐᵉ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ Starter call ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴹᵒᵗʰᵉʳ˒ ᵗᵉˡˡ ᵐᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ʷᶤˡˡ ˢᵗᵃʸˑ ˖⟢ ❮ Anon Asks ❯ ━━ ❝ ᴵ'ᵐ ˢᵗᵃʳᵗᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵗᵃˡᵏ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᵈᵒ ᵎ ˖⟢ ❮ Memes❯ ━━ ❝ ᴷᶤᶰᵈᵃ ˡᶤᵏᵉ ᵗᵒ ˢᵉᵉ ʸᵒᵘ ᶜʳʸˑ ˖⟢ ❮ queue❯ ━━ ❝ ᴰᵃʸ ᵇʸ ᵈᵃʸ˒ ᵉᵛᵉʳʸᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ ʰᵃˢ ᶜʰᵃᶰᵍᵉᵈˑ ━━ ˟ ⊰ ✰ OOC ⋮ ˢᵃʸ˒ "ᴴᵉˡˡᵒ˒ ʷʰᵃᵗ'ˢ ᵘᵖ ʷᶤᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘˀ"ˑ

[vanitygoresarch]

are we still friends?

it's   almost   funny   to   her   that   he   asks   that   question   ,   even   as   they   sit   together   ,   trapped   in   a   quite   literal   𝐇͟𝐄͟𝐋͟𝐋͟𝐒͟𝐂͟𝐀͟𝐏͟𝐄   that   they   just   can't   seem   to   escape—   it's   𝑜𝑑𝑑𝑙𝑦   𝑐𝑜𝑚𝑓𝑜𝑟𝑡𝑖𝑛𝑔   ,   in   a   way   ,   to   see   that   even   after   the   …   ʰᵒʳʳᶤᵇˡᵉ   ᵗʰᶤᶰᵍ   jiwoon   had   done   to   him   &   the   rest   of   the   band   ,   that   minjun   was   just   the   same   as   he   was   the   last   time   they   had   spoken   before   she   got   the   news   .   that   awful   ,   ɴɪɢʜᴛᴍᴀʀɪsʜ   ɴᴇᴡs   .   she   could   still   feel   the   cold   numbness   that   washed   over   her   the   moment   she   had   turned   on   the   tv   to   see   the   news   that   mightee   one's   recording   studio   had   gone   up   in   flames   ;   hearing   that   the   others   had   𝚊͟𝚕͟𝚕͟   𝚙͟𝚎͟𝚛͟𝚒͟𝚜͟𝚑͟𝚎͟𝚍   in   the   flames   whilst   the   known   diva   seemingly   disappeared   without   a   trace   .   it   made   her   chest   ache   ,   her   stomach   𝐃𝐑𝐎𝐏   just   thinking   about   it   momentarily   ,   but   she's   brought   back   to   the   𝑜𝑛𝑒   𝑠𝑖𝑙𝑣𝑒𝑟   𝑙𝑖𝑛𝑖𝑛𝑔   she   can   find   in   amongst   all   the   despair   &   unfairness   of   the   way   they've   ended   up   .   

at   least   they   were   together   again   .   

❝   what   do   you   mean   ,   silly   ?   of   course   we're   still   friends   !!   ❞   there's   a   smile   that   tugs   it's   way   onto   her   lips   ,   a   playful   flick   of   her   wrist   as   if   she   were   sʜᴏᴏɪɴɢ   ᴀᴡᴀʏ   the   very   notion   of   them   not   being   friends   ;   shaking   her   head   softly   as   cholocate   toned   orbs   settle   on   the   flickering   embers   of   the   𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛   𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐   𝚏𝚕𝚊𝚖𝚎𝚜   burning   before   them   ;   their   one   𝑠𝑎𝑓𝑒   𝘩𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑛   from   the   𝐓͟𝐎͟𝐓͟𝐔͟𝐑͟𝐄͟   &   𝐒͟𝐔͟𝐅͟𝐅͟𝐄͟𝐑͟𝐈͟𝐍͟𝐆   they   experienced   on   endless   loop   here   .   ❝   why   …   why   wouldn't   we   be   ?   ❞   /      @idolpyre      .

【      𝑵͟𝑨͟  𝑴͟𝑰͟𝑵͟𝑱͟𝑼͟𝑵   inquired   !      】:      are   we   still   friends      ?      —      the   morning   after   prompts   (   accepting   )   

[c0rdroy]

‘  did she say anything about me?  ’ from candy !

❝   huh—   oh   ,   you   mean   mabel   ??   oh   man   ;   i   dunno      …   sorry   ,   candy   .   i   uh   ,   kinda   tune   mabel   out   sometimes—   you   know   how   she   gets   sometimes   .   if   i   listened   constantly   to   everything   she   said   ,   i   think   i   might   actually   𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙾𝙳𝙴      .   ❞   who   knows   what   all   mabel   had   been   𝒓𝒂𝒎𝒃𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈   𝒂𝒃𝒐𝒖𝒕   when   she   *&   dipper   made   it   into   the   shack   ;   wendy   personally   was   far   more   focused   on   getting   things   cleaned   up   so   she   could   close   up   *&   head   home   for   the   night   to   pay   much   mind   to   the   twins   conversation—   if   she   wasn't   addressed   outright   ,   chances   were   she   ʷᵃˢᶰ'ᵗ   ˡᶤˢᵗᵉᶰᶤᶰᵍ   ,   but   that   was   something   most   people   who   associated   with   her   knew   *&   hopefully   didn't   mind   too   much   .   jade   green   hues   flicker   between   the   brunette   *&   the   magazine   she's   reading   while   she   waits   for   customers   this   morning   ,   taking   a   sip   of   her   still   steaming   coffee   as   she   examines   the   slightly   younger   woman   .   ❝   if   you're   looking   for   her   ,   i'm   pretty   sure   she   *&   dipper   are   down   in   the   basement   right   now   .   ❞

    ᶜᵃᶰᵈʸ   ᶜʰᶤᵘ      ⁺      kissing   booth   prompts   (   accepting   )   

[lunarpcwer]

is she even human? being a magical space princess from the moon doesn’t exactly SCREAM human to her. well, she guesses it depends on who you ask. 

“well, i would guess it would be strawberry. she seems like the type that would LOOVE strawberries or anything that is sweet, really. are you going to buy her a gift?”

@saialien / continue. 

[traumapathy]

Ever played NASU before, Sunny?

     it’s a game sunny’s heard about online, but has never actually had a chance to play himself. from what he knows of it, the gameplay loop is... extremely mediocre, to say the least. he's never been the most SCRUTINIZING critic of this sort of subject, but the fact that he can come up with more entertaining and engaging concepts in his own head should really speak for itself.

[brightblessed-archive]

@oasisbow​ said:  “ you can’t keep doing this. ” [ 𝟑, 𝟒, 𝟓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒 // accepting ]

╰◌♞

  He’s injured, again. It’s just a part of life for him now. Barely making it back to safety, halfway to death’s door. He pushes himself to the absolute edge, until just carrying his sword is almost too hard for him. Until his body is broken and his blood is staining his armor. Scars litter his body now, after having cast off the mantle of a mage to take up the sword of a dark knight. Combat always fueled him, gave him release. But now, the pain acts as a motivator. It makes him stronger as it fuels his dark side. The more submerged in his darkness he was, the less he had to think. When things got hard, he ran and chased it. Fighting, killing, HURTING. It muted his thoughts. And when he was falling apart, he would run and almost get himself killed. 

  That’s what had happened here. Selfish as it was, he had become overwhelmed and run off. Had Jubei not have found him, collapsed in the sand and half-dead. The WARRIOR OF LIGHT may be no more. Would they lose this war of liberation without him? Ala Mhigo feels like a lost cause again, and so they set their sights on Doma. But before they could leave, Roi needed to purge himself of this anger after Rhlagr’s Reach fell. And he hadn’t even fully recovered from his fight with that bastard Zenos. Back at the Castrum, where he was doing all he could to avoid Raubaun. He didn’t need the man lecturing him. Despite still being rather badly injured, he had slipped some clothes on to flee the area. Maybe meet up with the other Scions. Discuss the next part of the war effort. Of course, they would not be made aware of anyone dragging him back here. They had enough to worry about without his self-destructive insanity worrying them. Under the cover of night, he attempted to leave, only to be forced to his knees by a surge of pain. Deep breaths... Stay calm. But suddenly. there is a hand upon his shoulder. He can see the concern in her golden eyes. Jubei. She really does know what an idiot he is. Did she expect him to leave? Or was it just chance that she found him? Before he can say anything, she breaks the silence. 

you can’t keep doing this.

GUILT. She’s right. He is so selfish. This star needs him. This country. So many people have (mis)placed their faith in him. He wishes he was as strong as they all think he is. Strong enough to face reality without running away. He was so tired of himself. He hadn’t got the chance to thank her yet, for saving his life. He’s still on the ground, so when the pain passes a little, he moves to sit instead of stay on his knees. His eyes cast upward, to the stars above them. 

  “You know, I heard that some can see prophecy in the stars. Sounds like total lies to me but... Wouldn’t it be nice... to know if we won?” He had no interest in saving his homeland before. But now that he is here, the memories are suffocating. He wonders if the dead can watch the living. If his mother & father, if Niall, are watching him right now. Had he let them down? 

  “I’m sorry Jubei.” He means it. The sincerity is obvious in every part of him, even the guilt in his yellow eyes. “You saved my life. I owe you.” He falls silent again, eyes still gazing into that infinite sky. So much hope and potential in the sea of stars above them. He wished he could feel it. He finally looks to her, forcing a smile. 

 “As payment, I WILL stay alive. At least long enough to free this place.” He knows she cares about him. Not just as the Warrior of Light. She is a friend and ally. He cannot exactly let her down. “For those we have lost...” His thoughts cloud with images of Rhalgr’s Reach. But his smile remains. “and those we can yet save.” 

[joutouda-blog]

❛ did you think i would forget? ❜

° • ? ( question sentence starters || @omnicit

    “ oh, no ——  of course not, master. ”   genji assures, hands rising  &  briefly waving in declination. after all, zenyatta is very  WISE.  it would be unwise himself to believe the likes of his master would forget such a thing, but rather … due to his appearance  (  &  what it is that he has become, in its entirety )  most presume he is no longer capable of eating. suffice to say, the opposite is true;  more-so, genji rather  ENJOYS  food, and eating.

    of course, he must be more cautious;  vigilant about how  MUCH  he consumes, and of what now, but he is certainly able to consume  &  enjoy many dishes.  ( even now, he has quite the sweet tooth )  it is quite rare that others offer it to him, however ��—  which is why it had, momentarily, taken him  ABACK.  “ rather … i am glad that you remembered. ”  beneath his visor, a warm smile adorns scarred lips. what a kind,  &  spontaneous act.

    of course, he expects nothing less from his master. it is quite amusing, to imagine zenyatta purchasing a bar of chocolate;  if only because it seems so odd in practice.  “  THANK YOU,  very much. ”  nostalgia flutters beneath his rib cage  (  ——  or perhaps rather, what remains of it )  and he can’t help but chuckle to himself, if only for a moment.  “ this is the same i once consumed to excess in my youth. ”  how  VERY  bittersweet;  the memories.

[warbuilt]

"I don't believe in love."

unrequited love & heartbreak | @leyosgona | accepting

              “a fact well known to every LONELY woman in polis.” there was a sharp edge to her tone, yet the almost amused tilt of her lips stole the sting from the words, “ ----- how many times must i caution you to keep a hold on your DESIRES, caed? the last thing i need is a hundred fatherless bastards running around MY city.” a sigh pressed past pursed lips, the fingers of one gloved hand rubbing at her temples. “it’s bad enough dealing with roan ---- i don’t have the PATIENCE for this.”

[adventhero-blog1]

♘♘♘♘♘♘♘

that one symbol meme || @adventson​ // satan.♘ ; stabbing them. who’d have guessed ?

    it’s hauntingly familiar ; the smoothness in which blade pierces marred flesh, sinking through scar tissue – all too narrowly ( – precisely ) missing his lung. perhaps more importantly, his heart. it’s the same spot, cloud recalls ; always the same place, and he’s always careless enough to let it happen. this time, at least, boots remain planted upon concrete ground. even so, he feels his balance ( – gradually ) begin to waver & topple.

    gloved fingers twitch – & his upper lip curls back to bear gritted teeth. before the torture, a pressure rises within his chest ; hollow and uncomfortable. blue eyes fix upon smirking visage, then ( – warily ) settle upon what he can see of the silver blade. then comes the pain. it surges amid the expanse of his chest, burning ; aching, relentless. less traumatic than the first time, but no less painful. cloud winces - & emits a quiet grunt.

    leather creaks under the strain of furled fingers, and he reaches forward – ; attempts to grasp at silver for some semblance of balance ( control ) only to have the blade lodged deeper. his gloves drip crimson beads, and meet the arm of divinity ; anarchy itself. fleetingly, cloud grasps at a leather sleeve – &  grimaces, ever so slightly. cloud’s head inclines, arms collapsing against his sides – each breath exuding a growing agony.

[livingguilt-blog]

♀ (simon) (why am i doing this to myself)

[ text ; simon (heart emoji) ] i’m never going to be the same[ text ; simon (heart emoji) ] i know we try to act like nothing ever changed but it did. it’s my life now. i can’t pretend it didn’t happen.[ text ; simon (heart emoji) ] sometimes i don’t think i deserve to live[ text ; simon (heart emoji) ] or want to.[ text ; simon (heart emoji) ] ignore me… it’s just one of those nights.

[astr0logies]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  ╷ was  it  truly  possible  to  be  this  giddy  at  such  an  early  hour  ?  the  sun  just  barely  peaking  out  up  over  the  horizon  beyond  the  city  skyline  ;  bustling  people  at  every  turn  ,  car  motors  *&  subway  rails  echo  all  around  her  as  the  young  voice  actress  steps  out  of  the  back  of  the  taxi  she  had  hailed  to  get  to  work  this  fine  morning  .  you'd  expect  the  same  𝙴𝚇𝙷𝙰𝚄𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳  ,  𝙶𝚁𝙾𝙶𝙶𝚈  𝙴𝚇𝙿𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚂𝙸𝙾𝙽 to  be  etched  across  the  ravenette's  face  as  she  approaches  the  booming  cartoon  studio—   but  that  simply  wasn't  the  case  with  susie  .  she  was  beaming  ;  joy  *&  warmth  practically  ʳ͟ᵃ͟ᵈ͟ᶤ͟ᵃ͟ᵗ͟ᶤ͟ᶰ͟ᵍ  from  the  dark  haired  young  woman  ,  thin  heels  clicking  against  the  pavement  with  each  step  before  she's  taken  by  surprise  ,  stopping  on  a  dime  once  an  arm  is  linked  through  her  own  .  the  surprise  on  her  face  slowly  reforms  into  a  wide  smile  as  she  realizes  who  it  is  that  has  taken  her  by  the  arm  .  .  .  it's  none  other  than  her  closest  confidant  ,  𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮  𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓷  .   ❝   jeez  ,  char  !  ya'  nearly  gave  me  a  heart  attack  there  !  ❞

‧₊˚⋅   ♯   𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆   𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄   !   :     @celencs  /  𝓬𝓱𝓪𝓻𝓵𝓸𝓽𝓽𝓮  𝓼𝓾𝓵𝓵𝓲𝓿𝓪𝓷 : link, sender  links  arms  with  receiver  while  walking. [  ᵖʳᵒᵐᵖᵗ  ⥅  ᵃᶜᶜᵉᵖᵗᶤᶰᵍ ]

*ੈ✩‧₊˚  ╷  she's  merely  playing  .  hopefully  ,  the  playful  giggles  *&  the  way  she  leans  into  her  friend's  form  as  they  make  their  way  arm  in  arm  into  the  studio's  front  doors  for  their  next  day  of  recording  .   ❝   what  do  ya'  think  sammy  will  have  us  recording  today  ?  are  you  excited  ??  maybe  it's  silly  ,  but  i  just  .  .  .  i  always  get  so  so  so  excited  coming  into  work  these  days  .   now  ,  this  is  just  between  us  gals  ,  but  ,  ❞  she  leans  in  closer  to  charlotte's  ear  ,  painted  lips  inches  from  the  southern  woman's  ear  ,  ❝   joey  says  ,  he  may  have  a  new  role  he's  cookin'  up  .  .  .  a  lady  character  !!!  he  says  he  think's  i'd  be  perfect  for  her—   ain't  that  just  WILD  ?  ❞

[astr0logies]

‧₊˚⋅  ♯  𝐈𝐍𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐌𝐄𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐆𝐄  !  :   in  character  tags   .

[vanitygoresarch]

tags part 2 , electric boogaloo

[c0rdroy]

‘  no one should treat a girl like that, especially if that girl is you.  ’

❝   aww—   you   gettin'   all   soft   *&   protective   on   me   ,   robbie   ??   ❞   it   was   𝙲𝚄𝚃𝙴   ;   somethings   never   really   changed   ,   did   they   ?   sure   ,   robbie   *&   herself   both   had   changed   a   lot   in   these   past   few   years   …   they   had   both   matured   ,   grown   *&   found   (   or   ,   at   least   were   attempting   too   )   who   they   were   ,   but   it   was   moments   like   this   that   reminded   wendy   that   regardless   of   how   much   they   had   both   changed   ,   that   at   heart   ,   they   were   both   the   same   unsure   ,   ʳᵃᵐᵇᵘᶰᶜᵗᶤᵒᵘˢ   ᵗᵉᵉᶰˢ   they   were   back   when   they   broke   into   that   old   ,   𝒗𝒆𝒓𝒚   𝒉𝒂𝒖𝒏𝒕𝒆𝒅   ,   convenience   store   with   lee   ,   tambry   ,   *&   the   gang   .   *&   judging   by   the   look   in   those   baby   blue   hues   that   still   melted   everytime   she   met   their   gaze   ,   feelings   still   lingered   from   way   back   that   wendy   herself   hadn't   expected   to   remain   .   

❝   don't   worry—   if   that   guy   gives   me   anymore   trouble   i'll   just   show   him   how   a   girl   with   𝚃𝙷𝚁𝙴𝙴   𝙱𝚁𝙾𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚁𝚂   handles   some   douchebag   at   a   party   ;   but   ,   i   do   appreciate   it   .   ❞   corners   of   her   mouth   curve   into   a   small   smirk   as   she   gives   his   shoulder   a   gentle   pat   ;   lips   pressed   gently   against   the   corner   of   his   lips   in   a   chaste   motion   before   she   chuckles   .   ❝   now   come   on   ,   let's   go   find   the   others   *&   go   find   something   more   fun   to   do   …   this   place   is   a   𝒕𝒐𝒕𝒂𝒍   𝒔𝒏𝒐𝒐𝒛𝒆   𝒇𝒆𝒔𝒕      .   ❞

    ʳᵒᵇᵇᶤᵉ   ᵛᵃˡᵉᶰᵗᶤᶰᵒ   ⁺      kissing   booth   prompts   (   accepting   )   

[c0rdroy]

[    *    𝚝𝚊𝚐𝚜    𝟶𝟸    .        ]    …        in    character    tags    .