#Eternalised

[thedarkmongoose]

Will Graham: “The fool is presented as an innocent or naïve figure who wouldn’t hurt a fly. They are not interested in laughing at a person but rather with a person or at himself. To laugh at oneself helps to break the ice because it not only removes one’s own persona, but also the audience’s social mask, allowing for genuine behavior. This courageous feat throws one in a vulnerable state which allows others to open up and receive a message more profoundly. Fools represent values which are rejected by the group because they oppose social norms/rules. While the fool has many positive aspects, he can also be so stubborn that he does not take a moment to step back and reflect, to look where he is headed, so he falls off a cliff.”

Hannibal Lecter: “The trickster is intentionally deceptive and seeks to trick others and laugh at them. They love engaging in schadenfreude, in which one obtains pleasure from learning or witnessing the misfortunes, failures, or humiliation of another person. When there is an opportunity to play a trick on another person, the trickster immediately seizes the opportunity. The trickster seeks primarily to entertain himself, even if it is at the expense of others. He plays like a fool in order for people to fall into his trap. The trickster tricks others who never expect to be tricked.”

(The Psychology of The Fool by Eternalised)

[maxcore]

int: today you're not drinking chocomel [dutch cocolate milk]?

max: you can see, i'm already on the beer. [holds can up proudly]

int: ah on the beer already during the interview?

max: yeah.

int: amazing, i love that. well, let's leave it there then. thank you, max.

[manacia]

heia and i hit the discord limit for pinned messages someone has to break me out of there .

[belovedseidr]

“depression is the cry of the soul for growth”

[leapingthroughworlds]

they should invent eating while laying down without the choking and possibly dying bit

[yesplsnothankyou]

I can feel that the way that I am is becoming less and less like me. I am on the precipice of change. Dear god, I hope so.

[theskyexists]

I think and always have thought that it's a terrible mistake in logic to say that just because we die and also love who dies, that we love who dies because they die. My experience is that we love others for who they are, alive, not at all because they can die. There is no neat - comforting leap that makes death ok because it enables us to love others (or life itself - as is often argued). We love others and death separates us from who we love. It is not ok - it just is. But we don't stop loving them when they die and though death takes people away - it still was, it will always have been. That's what 'you can't take loved away' means.

[hiraethwrote]

Loner Megumi does not like having his photo taken. Never has, never will. However, throughout the years he had come to enjoy the position behind the camera instead. Even before he met you, he would sometimes just snap a few photos for the hell of it.

You were the complete opposite, thriving being the subject in front of the lense. Your personal space had always been littered with tons of photos, and your interest for sealing memories in the form of pictures only escalated as you grew older. Along with your friends, you always took pictures every chance you got so not a single moment you felt was worth remembering would ever disappear into the abyss.

In one way, the pairing of you and Megumi worked out perfectly. You loved having every moment captured, and Megumi did exactly that without having to be asked, resulting in a series of candid photos you absolutely adored.

But you wished Megumi would join in on the pictures more often. You did, at times, sneak photos of him, only for you to admire on your phone. But the moment he caught on, he started to make that process a lot harder. And sure, every once in a while you were able to complain enough to have him join you for one singular posed photo — but you could count on one hand how many times that had happened throughout the span of your relationship.

This would forever haunt you. With your extreme desire to eternalise every moment, it was devastating when the person you cared the most about — the person you wanted to capture the most memories with — made it such a battle for you.

It also broke your heart a little that it seemed like he didn’t want any of these tokens of the two do you together for himself. He did have you as his phone wallpaper, but he got shy every time someone mention it, shifting the conversation in a completely different direction instantly.

The situation was how it was. There wasn’t much you could do other than keep persisting and pushing for any type of photos together, and on a few occasions, you got what you wanted.

Like the time you had to fix a new passport photo.

Obviously, Megumi tagged along for all the errands you had to run that day, lending a helping hand whenever it was needed. And when you entered the small photo booth, he waited patiently outside the curtain for you to finish and the photos to develop.

“You really are the prettiest girl in the world,” he breathed casually as he picked the photos out of the tray to study the four small squares.

“Stop,” you chuckled bashfully, snatching the sheet out of his hands to study them yourself, seeing if they were fitting for a passport.

“Never.” He gave you a warm smile, carefully tucking a piece of your hair behind your ear.

Brushing off his sweet sentimentality, you had to jump at the opportunity. “So, you know, there’s room for two in there,” you said innocently, knitting your arms behind your back and batting your eyelashes.

He groaned instantly, his insecurities slowly causing his posture to turn slacked. Before he got the chance to protest, you opened your mouth again. “Just four quick snaps, Megumi! It’s a shame we haven’t done it as a couple already!” Staring at him with pleading eyes, his facial features eventually softened as a small smile of surrender painted his lips.

“Fine.” Choking back the eager squeal, you grabbed his hand and pulled him into the booth behind you. Shuffling within the small confinement, he sat down on the stool first before you sat down on his lap. You could feel his nerves tense up a little as he wrapped his arms around your waist.

“Try to relax,” you cooed reassuringly. “It’s just us in here. No one can see us.” It seemed like your statement helped a little when his embrace loosened. “Ready?” He nodded weakly, and soon enough the screen started to count down from 3… 2… 1.

Snap!

The first picture was just a cute and simple picture of you smiling, though Megumi’s smile was a lot more reserved than yours. For the next one, you circled your arms around his neck to squeeze your cheek against his, earning you a low chuckle — perfectly timed for the next picture.

“This isn’t so bad, is it?” You asked cheerfully.

He rolled his eyes slightly, hint of amusement on his features. “You’re really loving it, aren’t you?”

You bit your bottom lip, nodding eagerly, happy to see he was actually smiling and there was a softness to his gaze, telling you he was a lot more comfortable than he had expected.

And while you got a little lost in his eyes, something that wasn’t exactly unusual for you, the booth snapped the third picture while you engaged in small chatter.

“Okay, last one,” you said, being brought back to the moment.

“What do we do-“ Megumi didn’t even get to finish his sentence before you crashed your lips into his, smiling into the kiss, his cheek heating up against the touch of your hand as you waited for the last picture to be taken.

Snap!

The look on his face when you pulled away had you giggle, nearly red as a tomato, knowing your sudden attack of physical affection had been captured forever.

“Come on.” You were absolutely jittery with giddiness as you both stumbled out the booth to take a look at the pictures.

If it was even possible, they came out better than you had expected. There was a softness in his eyes when he looked at you, and you were so happy you had finally managed to get a physical evidence of it for you to gush over whenever you wanted to.

Or so you thought.

About a month later, you were casually going through your photos to create some sort of system in the ones you hadn’t gotten the opportunity of hanging up or framing yet — and you turned absolute frantic when you couldn’t find the four small momentous pictures. You would probably never be able to convince Megumi to stuff himself into a claustrophobic box again.

You were seated on your bedroom floor with all the pictures sprayed out in front of you, carefully flipping through the piles. “Megumi? Have you seen the photo booth pictures of us?” Tilting your head up to look at him, who was seated at your desk trying to get some school work done.

“No, sorry,” he shrugged, not even turning to look at you. A disappointed sigh slipped past your lips, hunching over the chaos surrounding you.

Well… what could you do? If it had gone missing, which was definitely a bummer, you had at least managed to get him to go along with your antics for once. In theory, you should be able to do it again.

Eventually, you forgot about the four perfect little pictures you had managed to get your hands on, simply continuing the mission of getting pictures together.

Another two weeks passed, and after a long day of exhaustingly boring classes, both of you just wanted to relax and order some food. “If you get me my wallet from the kitchen, I’ll pay.”

You jumped up at his offer, hurrying out of his bedroom and scattering over to his kitchen counter, hand freezing over his wallet as a familiar piece of paper stuck out between the slit. Your curiosity got the best of you, opening his wallet only to be greeted by the four missing pictures of the two of you stuffed behind the plastic film.

That sneaky bastard had managed to snatch the pictures without you noticing to keep them for himself — but you couldn’t help but feel absolutely smitten, knowing the guy was just too embarrassed to ask you to keep the pictures for himself.

For all the times you’d wished he too would have something as mundane as a picture of the two of you together to gush about, it warmed your heart knowing he now carried it with him wherever he went.

With a loving smile, you simply closed his wallet again and pretend like you hadn’t seen anything. If you were to bring it up, he’d just try to brush it all off while his face would turn increasingly more red.

But you knew, and that was enough. Now you finally understood why you noticed the tiniest quirk of his lips every time he pulled out his wallet.

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a/n this is just a small and rushed loner megumi and popular reader drabble while i'm working on something a lot longer for someone i haven't written for before tihi

©hiraethwrote 2024 . all rights reserved. reposting, translating and otherwise plagarisim is prohibited

[cheeseceli]

you have curly hair

Pairing: Ot8 Skz × Gn!reader (individually)

Genre: fluff, reaction

Request: an s/o who has curly/wavy hair and feels insecure about it? Maybe skz got used to seeing them with straight hair and one day they catch them with their natural hair?

Warnings: not proofread

A/n: curly hair girls for the win | fundraiser

Bang Chan

‌oh my God, twins?!

‌honestly he loves that you guys have this in common

‌he'll start wearing his curly hair more often

‌you'd both learn how to take care of it together

‌😔 that's so couple goals of you two

‌he'll even try to make some hair styles on you

‌at first he would fail so badly but it would be funny at least 😭

‌but in the end he'd get pretty decent in some of them honestly

‌so that's a slay

‌understands when you're not confident about your looks because same

‌but he's so ready to try and reassure you of your beauty

Lee Know

‌i think he'd have seen some pictures of you before you straightened your hair

‌and he was like "oh it looked pretty as well"

‌but then he sees it in real life

‌and he's like

‌"I underestimated it. I underestimated it so badly"

‌he just can't get over the fact that you look GORGEOUS

‌he finds it so fluffy😭

‌and i think he'd love it when you just woke up or something and the hair is a bit messy

‌because it's so?? pretty??

‌no matter if you say you hate it, he finds it to be your best look just yet

Changbin

‌you guys are also matching!!

‌he won't ever shut up about this btw

‌starts to wear his wavy hair more often too

‌stay are forever grateful to you for that

‌absolutely loves when you make new hairstyles

‌even if you end up failing on styling it, he still hypes you up

‌is already on his way to contact the best hairdressers in town just for you

‌and to buy whatever you may need to take care of it all

‌if you let him play with your hair as well, he could die a happy man

Hyunjin

‌has the most lovestruck gaze ever

‌right when he swore you could not get any prettier...

‌of course you had to go and prove him wrong

‌finds your natural hair to be the creation of some goddess or something like that, no way that is a human trait

‌ overall he's just falling in love even more after seeing the way your curls frame your face

‌compliments just flow so naturally out of his lips and he's like damn

‌needless to say he'll be painting this for weeks to go

Han

‌immediately betrayed because why didn't you tell him you had curly hair any sooner??

‌he could've been getting blessed by such a vision for ages

‌and you just didn't let him??

‌jokes asides, he can't put his mind on the fact that you look even better (how is that possible fr)

‌immediately on his knees begging you to keep your hair this way more times

‌he'll even learn how to take care of it if you don't want to do it yourself!!

‌actually I think he'd find the whole process kinda therapeutic

‌so that's a win win right

Felix

‌😮

‌ that's him right now

‌in the most adorable way ever

‌he just finds you so cute with it

‌it makes you look like an angel

‌really wants to touch your curls but he's so afraid he'd mess them up lmao

‌but he truly loves it

‌won't shut up about this for a hot minute

‌will also take thousands of pictures

‌with you posing or just candids, whatever

‌he just needs to eternalise this moment

Seungmin

‌finds it fluffy PT.2

‌idk you just look so... dreamy?

‌renaissance aesthetic you know

‌he loves it

‌next thing you know is that he bought you tones of things to take care of your hair

‌shampoo, conditioner, mascara... you tell it

‌he did his research okay

‌lowkey doesn't understand how you can be insecure about it because??

‌he loves how you look with the curls

‌he loves your appearance no matter what tbh but your natural hair is just something else

‌it really emphasizes the you in you if that makes sense

‌words of affirmation isn't his strongest love language but boy, isn't he ready to compliment you as much as he can

I.N

‌he has a somewhat cocky smile on his face

‌like, you're just so attractive like that

‌you already were, but now you're just ten times more

‌and it also fits you so well

‌it gives you more aura if you know what I mean

‌and if you do those really cute and creative hairstyles he's so !!

‌he finds it amazing

‌has a whole Pinterest board on inspiration for hairstyles because damn, he didn't know he needed you in those before he saw it for the first time

‌a lot of accessories as well

‌he'll find a way to match your hair accessories to some of his own acessories

Masterlist | you'll probably like: you have a lot of tattoos

Thank you for reading <3

Taglist (open!): @yuyubeans @dandelions-143 @sleepyleeji

Credits for images 1 2 and 3

Dividers by @isisjupiter

[shiftythrifting]

Found in a second hand shop in Sweden. The text says "Thanks for all the memories, now I'm hopefully eternalised in your senses"

🫠

[yandere-yearnings]

Thinking rrl hard about making out with Dice while riding him to oblivion ok bye

nonnie, i can't believe you dropped this into my inbox and ran that quick😭💔 but this put an image into my head that was honestly fucking nice, i would've liked to make this a bit longer if i weren't on a time crunch but anyway, i digress, hope this will suffice🥰

NSFW under the cut!

Your relatively normal lifestyle made you overly aware of every luxury that came your way — this moment was no different. A mansion in the suburbs, with the bathroom on the fifth story floor far bigger than it needed to be, and a bathtub large enough to fit both you and the man you had your lips locked on. The night danced with you, in shadows and shapes cast by the moonlight. Silver sparking in those dull greys, flickers of ecstasy concealed behind lidded eyes.

The water had long since drained. Cold droplets rolling down your thighs and onto his, reverberating echoes carrying your breaths to the walls. Lost to the sparks up your spine, to the stretch and burn that completed you. Your hips to his pelvis, grinding, rolling, drawing every moan you could from Dice's mouth, spit-slicked and calling your name on stolen air.

He thrust up into you and you had to stop your head from lolling back. So deliciously full, taking all you had not to be reduced to delirium. Your hands threaded through thick locks, pulled, hard. "Didn't I say," an exhale to the lobe of his ear, followed by teeth, "didn't I say I'd teach you to pace yourself? Have you gone dumb, baby?"

The tendons in his neck flexed when you pressed your thumbs to them, had him wincing and still looking so fucked out all at once. "I'm listening to you, aren't I?" He met you in the middle again, cock slipping deeper than before, stars exploding in series past flesh and sinew.

It had your arms wrapping around him, had your body melding right into his. You could give him everything for this pleasure, but it held no candles — Dice's desires shackled him to ruin. He'd chase this until it killed him.

"I could leave." That single threat was all it took, and he was still. Staring up at you bleary-eyed, the closest you'd seen him to tears; you laughed, light, happy. Control felt good.

Tongue to tongue, chest to chest, the centre of a storm that thrummed at your fingertips, that you could reach out to, touch and taste. "Good boy, that's it," again you rocked down — rewarded him. Words pressed to his skin, consuming him wholly within yourself, your entire lives eternalised in this moment, "you follow me."

[talonabraxas]

“The angel personifies something new arising from the deep unconscious.” — C.G. Jung

☩ Archangel Michael ☩ Talon Abraxas

[belovedseidr]

“fate leads the willing and drags along the recluctant”

[stayfortwominutes]

📝 "keep it, it looks better on you." | felix

disclaimers; lengthy amateur descriptions of kissing*, written from second person perspective, no depictions of the members' personalities, actions or thoughts reflect their true character.

pairing; felix x gender neutral reader

synopsis; sometimes the greatest thing two best friends can do is kiss.

content; fluff, best friends to lovers, make out session. | word count; 690+

prompt credits: one from @nightprompts & four from @luvmake

felix’s eyes darkened with an alluring desire as they remained trained on your lips.

“can i kiss you?” he beguilingly utters.

with bated breath, you nod zealously in response. 

“are you sure about this-”

you dive in, wanting to be consumed by the waves of his ocean. his waxen hands come up to cup your cheeks as you crane to the right. felix matches the lapping movement of your plush lips as they latch onto his in a chase to satisfy years of unfruitful yearning. 

the kiss begins as a harmonious ebb and flow of passion, the two of you lost in a vicious current, pushing and pulling at each other, before you relinquish all your defences to him. 

felix hoists you closer into his lap, curling an arm around your waist to secure you in place. your mouths not parting for a single moment, except to exchange a sweet breath.

lead by prurience, you both plunge back into the depths, slashing the tether of friendship to uncover each other’s true feelings.

the sweet sensation of his lips against yours is riveting. it awakens all your senses: stirring your butterflies from their perennial slumber as your heart rate soars, revelling in the euphoria.

combing your fingers through his raven tendrils, you lightly tug at the strands, eliciting a series of soft blissful sighs from him.

the trivial implications you agonized over at the thought of kissing your best friend simply don't matter anymore.

everything feels so right. 

like a new dawn breaking over the horizon to clear the morning haze, or the waves that return to the shore after a treacherous journey out at sea. the wall of tension and the hesitant tandem between the two of you dissolves, crumbling to dust in mere seconds. 

you are convinced his radiating warmth is the liquid gold that seeps through your imperfections; the kintsugi that reinvigorates your despondent soul and allows you to embrace your flawed self.

you hoped to eternalise the lingering spark of electricity that flows through you whenever his fingertips brush against your bare skin. 

in a rhapsodic daze, you breathlessly pull away.

"my heart is all yours, lix" you whisper.

lulled into a sweet reverie of his own, he begins lovingly peppering a trail of soft, feathery kisses along your jaw and down your neck.

"you look so pretty like this," he gushes quietly.

his lips move back to ghost teasingly over yours.

he inches closer, confessing: "i've waited years. i needed this, needed you."

however, an abrupt knock on the wood of the bedroom door startles the pair of you, and you manoeuvre rather clumsily out of his hold.

“won’t be a minute,” felix vexingly calls out.

you stumble off the bed, attempting to smooth the dishevelled collar of your blouse, and give yourself a once over in the full-length mirror besides felix’s vanity.

you gasp, timidly taking in the sight of faint crimson spots blotted along your jawline. the pigment traces down to the pulse point just above your clavicle. an effusive bout of heat crawls across your face, it bleeds into the tips of your ears and, in its wake, a pink glow dusts your cheeks.

a low chuckle sounds from felix as he leaves the bed to position himself directly behind you.

he leans in, bringing you flush to his chest, warm hands planted on the curve of your waist. through the close proximity, you become cognizant of his heart's incessant drumming; an amusing parallel to the nonchalance that masks his features. 

your watchful eyes observe felix as he takes a makeup wipe from the vanity draw and deftly swipes it over your stained skin. once done and having taken a moment to admire his clean work, he pointedly reaches for a lip tint, and slips the petite cosmetic barrel into your palm.

when you inspect it a little closer, you realise the shade is identical to the product smeared on the wipe. the edges of your lips upturn in a shy fashion.

“keep it,"

you glance up at him, capturing your reflection in his dilated pupils, and find the lovesick grin he adorns mirroring your own.

"it looks better on you.”

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૮₍ ´˶• ᴥ •˶` ₎ა note; i really wanted to create something cute with felix, but this ended up on the opposite end of the spectrum... please let me know if you enjoyed it, or if you have any constructive feedback! © stayfortwominutes ; september 20, 2023.

[maxcore]

but did anyone ever gif max legging it down the pitlane during the red flag? need his little waddle eternalised

[wordedarchive]

olympics this year has been delightfully pleasing because in the city of love, everything feels crazy. there's a mother winning with her unborn baby and real trophy is embracing her in your arms as the roaring crowd makes it all appear hazy. we sit and cheer them on, hearts held in hands, hoping the next will be our story. adrenaline paces so fast through systems that even the fastest athletes fears being lazy. dive out of success and there will be a man on his knee, ready. a javelin throw unites nations, what meaning left in gold or silver as the real victory? eternalise love in the seabed, perhaps another chance to renew vows and throw once more a reception party. humans are so silly sometimes yet it is them who heal what they never broke.