#002. MUSINGS.

[kimsuyeon]

send me an idol and era ↳ sungah + hurt locker era for @ashmp3

[geisterruf]

 ⸻  is  an  independent  &  selective  character of Cassedea Genéva Deleviere.

After being born in the Colombian slums, Cassedea moved at the age of 5 with her parents to Rhodes Island. It was both, an escape and a way of moving on. Her parents were extraordinary, having the ability to communicate with supernatural beings and being familiar with voodoo, cursed objects and exorcism. After a failed exorcism, the family felt the need to flee from the danger of the demon. Sadly, he followed them, killing both of her parents mysteriously. After being adopted and growing up, Cassedea found out that she had the same abilities like her parents. Therefore she tried to learn everything about them, getting help from her parents with whom she could communicate. At the age of 16 she brought the demon, who killed her parents, back to hell. Today she made a living out of exorcism and necromancy. When she’s not traveling through the country, she lives with her cousin and a basement full of dark secrets in New Orleans.

#geisterruf original and independent character based on the movies Conjuring, always open for plotting, multishipping and crossover friendly, german & english but german prefered, only interact if your 25+, she/her, bisexuell, low to semi active, m&pdni

Credits: @geisterwelt @strangergraphics

[rcsea]

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[rorysanderson]

[ 21 FOREST LAKE, BLUE HARBOR, IL ]

Nestled in the heart of Forest Lake, this charming two-bedroom, one-bath cabin was built about twenty years ago as a retreat for nature enthusiasts. Its humble beginnings drew outdoor lovers looking to relax by the river, and the property retains this peaceful charm, surrounded by dense foliage and a short stroll from both the river and nearby hiking trails. In recent years, the cabin has undergone a few thoughtful updates, including a modern bathroom and a newly outfitted kitchen, equipped with the latest appliances and efficient plumbing for a touch of convenience amidst rustic surroundings.

[ THE ANDERSON HOUSEHOLD ]

Inside, the cabin is warm and inviting, with a cozy living area and large windows that let in gentle, dappled light. Most of the cabin’s furniture is handcrafted by Rory himself, adding an intimate, personal warmth to every corner. From the sturdy kitchen table to the shelves lining the living room, Rory’s woodwork gives the space character and a sense of hominess. He left the exposed beams visible throughout the cabin for a rustic feel, though he covered the ones in Annie’s room to make it cozier and more inviting for her. Outside, the cabin’s front and back yards, which were once overgrown and wild, have recently been cleaned up with the help of their neighbor Jack, lending a tidier appearance while keeping a natural look. They have also planted a few flower beds along the walkway together, adding a soft, colorful contrast to the earthy tones of the cabin. Annie takes pride in watering them daily, delighting in the growing blooms. Rory’s well-worn workbench sits to the right of the cabin, a spot where he spends hours carving and crafting — often with Annie by his side, lending a hand or brushing on paint. With these small yet heartfelt touches, the cabin remains a perfect retreat for those who appreciate the quiet calm of Forest Lake, wrapped in a touch of modern convenience and a whole lot of Rory’s unique, personalized craftsmanship.

[papaflynn]

›    CALLUM FLYNN  for the BRIAR RIDGE SUMMER MUSIC FESTIVAL

[wintervsuns]

who: @daceystvrk when and where: lann's day, the westerlands

how it was he had been able to identify the individual behind the mask was something he did not entirely understand, nor contemplate, nor think too much on: his gut instinct seemed to only indicate toward being moved to stand in her presence. perhaps because his warm, grey gaze moved to meet her own multiple times whilst he were in conversation, or whilst she was in conversation with his own younger brother – and he knew who aleksander had planned on accompanying to the lann’s day festivities that evening. 

still, he knew not what seemed to pull him in her direction; only that at one point, he seemed to have blinked, and he found himself stood before her – goblet of ale still within one of his hands. “princess.” his voice was rough, his karhold accent remaining wrapped around it: if she did not already know who he was, that simple word would have been enough to give it away in an instant. 

whatever pull, or invisible string, that seemed to have slowly begun to weave was one he did not understood nor fully acknowledge yet at this point: but their whispered conversation regarding the extent of the activities the princess alysanne had taken part in that fateful night in the woods seemed to have bound them in some way. did she know there was something he was not entirely comfortable speaking of yet?

did he want to burden her with discussions of her missing sister, when the idea of celebrating and allowing themselves to be swept into southern revelry still felt entirely wrong when one of the pack was missing? 

unaccounted for; no closure, for any questions that lingered. but what was he to do? there were enough rumours regarding him, and the stance of the karstarks as a whole: to continue rocking the manderly boat would only prove the rumours true. that he were trying to stand against something. all brandon karstark wanted, was to be left in his own seat: with his own people, within parts of the north he still recognised. but the manderlys had stressed the opportunity of negotiations with the westerlands, and here they were.

there was a stark missing. who were they becoming?

still, his brother had found himself wrapped up in the presence of a woman with hair of flames, and he couldn’t help but lightly smile at the sight of the woman stood to the side of the room; almost as though she were trying to busy herself. “has that treacherous mud man left ya to yer own devices?” there was a light humour in his voice, one that masked the weariness that he felt in his lack of sleep these days. he still smelt the scent of his wife, heard the sound of her sighs as she turned to sleep on her side; but the bed was empty. he simply offered her his hand to take, nodding his head in the direction of the dance floor.

in truth, he wondered if she would close herself from his speech. the true north, was what he apparently represented: what did that mean the king represented? 

[peregrinaticn]

muses: sage franklin and yasemin dogan

location: franklin residence, kitchen, somewhere around 2am.

I always thought you had a thing for doctors. One doctor in particular, as it turned out. The very same doctor who had been on her mind as Asher tried to set her up with everyone in the hospital, time after time spent on blind dates that the older blonde knew wouldn't go anywhere because of that one doctor. It'd been so much easier to pretend like the situation didn't exist when Yasemin was gone; out of sight, right? She, at least, had been willing to entertain a few of her sister's choices, fulfilling her needs when nights were particularly lonely, but now that Yas was back in town? Sage wasn't sure how she was going to avoid the younger Franklin's attempt at cupid now. Her feet padded across the living room floor until they reached the cool tile of the kitchen, lit up only by the recessed lighting beneath the cabinets. Maggie had been down for hours at that point, completely worn out by the day's festivities, but for some reason, she found herself unable to will her own body to sleep. It was probably the alcohol she consumed during the barbeque — more than she'd like to admit to considering it was a children's birthday party — and Sage was so intent on believing that, that she was convinced a glass of water might settle the warmth in her stomach and she'd finally be able to sleep. As soon as Yasemin stepped foot into the same kitchen, she knew the glass of water in her hand would be moot. Swallowing, she nodded in greeting from her the spot where she leaned against the counter. "Ash talk you into a sleepover tonight?"

@thecxtalyst

[jxlter]

@inheirit

she was feeling everything but calm. the sights around her were unfamiliar and while she was used to it as the grail often granted her the knowledge she required, she had no knowledge this time. No other servants (that she could sense), nor was her master anywhere to be found.

' this blows ass. '

an exasperated sigh as she spoke aloud. she wasn't just lost in the city, but she was also lost in just what she should be doing. she has a phone and what looks to be an address, but in the moment all she wanted to do was punch something until it was unrecognizable.

[c1tyhaunts]

A SNAPSHOT OF DAILY LIFE // Emmanuel Calavera & his private life (Modern/Before Death). ↪ what can he say? he's a silly lil guy, feeling cute // photos of the countryside, shared with those he loves // small glimpses of domestic bliss // wine uncle (@samuhelll)

BONUS: glimpses of a childhood friend (@artmadc)

[starsburned]

@memoryextrction

meow :3 - ranpo and dazai communicating in the nya meow language

"NYA NYA MEOW prr!" Finally, someone that understands what he's saying. Dazai props himself up at his desk, canting his head with a widening smile. "Mrrrow? Miow nyah."

[acefms]

closed / @evnoia / 4th of july celebrations

It had been a long day spent down at the green, a sense of community that Kyro always appreciated about Denver. He’d spent the majority of the afternoon running around after his little sister, telling her endless stories and promising to stay until the fireworks were over. Of course, she herself hadn’t even made it that long and now Kyro was weaving through the crowd with his sleeping younger sister still somehow clinging to his neck. He let out a chuckle when he spotted his mother and the rest of his family from their position across the grass field. But before he made a move towards them, he came to a stop, eyes narrowing in on a newly familiar face. “Daphne?” He hadn’t gotten around to texting her yet, it had only been a couple of days. But he’d planned on it. “I almost didn’t recognize you without the angry ranting,” he teased, adjusting the position of his little sister.

[stillsolo]

       new tag dump — !

 ˒ *｡:･ 001 :  (  v : main  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙶𝙾 𝙰𝙷𝙴𝙰𝙳‚ 𝚄𝙽𝙳𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙸𝙼𝙰𝚃𝙴 𝙼𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 002 :  (  v : ANH  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸’𝙼 𝙸𝙽 𝙸𝚃 𝙵𝙾𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙴𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 003 :  (  v : ESB  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙴𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙾𝙳𝙳𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 004 :  (  v : ROTJ  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙲𝙰𝙻𝙻 𝚃𝙾 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 005 :  (  au : dr. solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 & 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈‚ 𝙺𝙸𝙳‚ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 & 𝙶𝙻𝙾𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 006 :  (  au : warframe  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙸𝙾𝚁-𝙶𝙾𝙳𝚂‚ 𝙲𝙰𝚂𝚃 𝙸𝙽 𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙴𝙻 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙵𝚄𝚁𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 007 :  (  au : blade runner  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙳𝙾𝙴𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝚄𝙽𝙸𝚃 𝙷𝙰𝚅𝙴 𝙰 𝚂𝙾𝚄𝙻?

˒ *｡:･ 008 :  (  au : mass effect  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝙺𝙴𝚂 𝙳𝙾𝙽'𝚃 𝙶𝙴𝚃 𝙷𝙸𝙶𝙷𝙴𝚁 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝙽 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 009 :  (  au : underbelly  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ 010 :  (  au : exodus  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙷𝙾𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙾𝙵 𝚂𝙾𝙻𝙾: 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙷𝙴𝙸𝚁.

˒ *｡:･ 011 :  (  au : imperial  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙾𝚄𝚁 𝙱𝙾𝙳𝙸𝙴𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝙴𝙳 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚂 𝙾𝙵 𝚃𝙷𝙸𝚂 𝙶𝙰𝙻𝙰𝚇𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ 012 :  (  au : prequels  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝙵 𝚃𝚁𝙾𝚄𝙱𝙻𝙴 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝙵𝙰𝙲𝙴‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝙳 𝙿𝚁𝙾𝙱𝙰𝙱𝙻𝚈 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙽𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 013 :  (  v : modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚈𝙴𝙰𝚁𝚂‚ 𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙼𝙸𝙻𝙴𝙰𝙶𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 014 :  (  v : semi-modern  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙲𝙷𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙼𝙰𝙲𝚁𝙾𝙲𝙾𝚂𝙼𝚂.

˒ *｡:･ 015 :  (  v : coda  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙴𝙿𝙸𝙻𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ 𝙱𝙻𝙰𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚂𝙴𝚃 𝙵𝚁𝙾𝙼 𝚂𝚃𝚄𝙽 𝚃𝙾  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  queue  )

˒ *｡:･ 𝙸 𝙲𝙰𝙽 𝙰𝚁𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙰𝚃‚ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙻𝙳 𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙰 𝙶𝙾𝙾𝙳  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  starter  ) 

˒ *｡:･ 𝚈’𝙺𝙽𝙾𝚆‚ 𝙰𝙽 𝙾𝙻𝙳 𝙶𝙰𝙼𝙱𝙻𝙴𝚁 𝙸 𝙺𝙽𝙴𝚆 𝙷𝙰𝙳 𝙰 𝚂𝙰𝚈𝙸𝙽𝙶  —   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ (  psa  )

˒ *｡:･ visage.  (  solo  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚂𝙾𝙽 𝙾𝙵 𝙲𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙻𝙻𝙸𝙰.

˒ *｡:･ (  hc  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙽𝙾𝚃 𝙸𝙽𝚃𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚂𝚃𝙴𝙳 𝙸𝙽 𝙾𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙸𝙾𝙽𝚂‚ 𝙶𝙾𝙻𝙳𝙴𝙽𝚁𝙾𝙳.

˒ *｡:･ (  anon  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚆𝙷𝙰𝚃’𝚁𝙴 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙶𝙾𝙽𝙽𝙰 𝙳𝙾‚ 𝚃𝙰𝙻𝙺 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙳𝙴𝙰𝚃𝙷?

˒ *｡:･ (  answered  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚃𝙷𝙴𝚈 𝚂𝚃𝙰𝚁𝚃 𝚆𝙰𝙽𝚃𝙸𝙽’ 𝙼𝙴 𝚃𝙾 𝙲𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝙼𝙾𝚁𝙴‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸 𝙹𝚄𝚂𝚃 𝙳𝙾𝙽’𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  dash game  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚃𝚄𝙽𝙴 𝙵𝙰𝚅𝙾𝚁𝚂 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙱𝙾𝙻𝙳‚ 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝙸’𝙼 𝙵𝙴𝙴𝙻𝙸𝙽’ 𝙻𝚄𝙲𝙺𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  meme  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙱𝙾𝚁𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙲𝙾𝙽𝚅𝙴𝚁𝚂𝙰𝚃𝙸𝙾𝙽 𝙰𝙽𝚈𝚆𝙰𝚈.

˒ *｡:･ (  save  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺 𝙵𝙾𝚁𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙳 𝙰𝙽𝙳 𝚂𝙴𝙴 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵 𝙻𝙾𝙾𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙱𝙰𝙲𝙺.

˒ *｡:･ (  crack  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙸 𝙽𝙴𝚅𝙴𝚁 𝙴𝚇𝙿𝙻𝙰𝙸𝙽 𝙼𝚈𝚂𝙴𝙻𝙵—𝙸𝚃’𝚂 𝙰 𝙱𝙰𝙳 𝙷𝙰𝙱𝙸𝚃.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanluke  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙰𝚁𝙴 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝚂𝚄𝙽‚ 𝙸 𝙰𝙼 𝚃𝙷𝙴 𝙵𝚄𝙻𝙻 𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽.

˒ *｡:･ (  hando  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙻𝙾𝚈𝙰𝙻𝚃𝚈 𝙸𝚂 𝙰 𝚂𝙼𝚄𝙶𝙶𝙻𝙴𝚁’𝚂 𝚆𝙾𝚁𝚂𝚃 𝚅𝙸𝙲𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanjyn  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝙰 𝙳𝚄𝙼𝙿𝚂𝚃𝙴𝚁 𝙵𝙸𝚁𝙴.

˒ *｡:･ (  hanleia  )   *･ﾟ✧   ⎸ 𝚈𝙾𝚄 𝙻𝙸𝙺𝙴 𝙼𝙴 ’𝙲𝙰𝚄𝚂𝙴 𝙸’𝙼 𝙰 𝚂𝙲𝙾𝚄𝙽𝙳𝚁𝙴𝙻.

[unwritten-identity-discs]

“I-I’m lost…” The older program stuttered out to no one in particular, getting pushed around by a sea of programs that had more important things to do than care about someone like him.

《 From Ouran @occupationallyhazardous to whomever you'd like, using the In A Crowd starters. 》

Sverdrup always hated this sector so close to the center of the city. It always felt way too crowded. They still found it fascinating, how the programs here seemed to move fluidly, like a river of energy through a channel. Or an Ocean current.

Which at least made it easy for Sverdrup to navigate, since they could approximate the ebb and flow of the crowd with their calculations of ocean currents.

Except for one who seemed to be an anomaly, half fighting the flow, half acting more like he was half drowned, floating on debris washed out to sea.

Sverdrup weaved through the crowd, and gently caught his hand in theirs. "Come on," they said warmly. "I'll help you find your way back, but you seem a bit overwhelmed. Let's find somewhere a little less crowded to talk?" They took a small step with the crowd, moving more like a river boat than a program, and gave his hand a gentle tug.

[enjomo-arch]

happy ramble in tags

[saiakv]

Admit it. You secretly find Toji a little hot

Toji Fushiguro. The sorcerer killer. The man without an ounce of cursed energy in his system that somehow managed to leave an indellible stain in jujutsu society through sheer spite alone. He who made the limitless man reach limits.

'I killed Satoru Gojo.'

'You lost to a monkey like me...'

'You should thank your parents...'

Words from a distant dream surging through a tortured mind; for as much horror as Suguru has witnessed in his short life, the taste that man had left behind was something entirely different. Unprecedented. Scarring.

Toji Fushiguro.

Suguru will never forget the look on that man's face. He will never forget the complacency in his voice, the crazy gleam in his eye, his grating laugh, the way he walked with his chest protruding like a boasting gorilla — even the stench of his tainted blood would never leave his system. No matter how much time he added to his shower, he could never scrub himself clean of that man's touch; and in that way, he knew, he had been infected.

Upon the merest mention of that name, his nerves catch fire — a hand manifests a trap-curse out of thin air, capturing the prying stranger in an infinite loop of falling into a deep hole beneath their feet. And once more he feels his heart flutter, the curses consumed overtime brimming up his mouth — charring his throat, in a way that makes him feel as though if he were to try and speak, every single wretch he has forced down his gullet would come bursting out.

But then, there's that other part of him. The rational part that whispers behind that overwhelm of emotion; there's only so few people who should be aware that this abomination of a man had once existed in their world. So how did this one know him? And moreso than that, why had they come to mock him with his cursed existence?

Suguru's brows connect with thinly held rage; and though his cadence comes out low and tempered, the vein bulging near his temple betrays him.

❝ How do you know this man? Who sent you? ❞

[gctawaygirl]

closed starter : for quinn ( @ofinfinitedreams, sent me a meme ) muse : victor russo ( 27-29, heterosexual, phd student ) plot : Based on, "I want you all to myself." Set in the verse we created in a previous interactions but this time at a house party hosted by some friends, her older brother is not there. happy for it to be set before or after our previous thread.

victor was drunk. he was probably getting a too old for house parties but one of his friends from high school was hosting and he hadn't seen him in a while. not that he ended up catching up much with this friend because he ran into quinn instead. he had not been expecting her to be there but he was glad she was, "i want you all to myself," he admitted as he leaned in slightly. it was only for her to hear as they sat together on a couch. they were surrounded by people but acting like they were the only people in the room, "is that okay?"