#I DON'T HAVE THE RIGHT WORDS YET BUT IDK. PERHAPS...... IT WAS THE ATMOSPHERE.......

[ambreiiigns]

what did u like about longlegs? that movie did NOT click for me and I love hearing about what made it work for others!!

IT REALLY DID CLICK FOR ME!!!!! IT WAS ALL SO UNSETTLING TO ME the camera placement was a lot of the time like. just a bit too far away. a bit too still. a bit too centered just right. the . dialogue and the way a lot of the characters talk to each other is so. like. little bit to the left. made me feel like no one was really having the same conversation if it makes sense ??? it felt like. everyone was winging a conversation on their own and then they edited them together in a way that Works fine enough but it's not all there just right. and like i was compelled to take it a little less seriously than i initially did when i found out nicage was in it but he ate sorry he DID he looked SO FREAKY what they did to his face was FUCKING !!! PERFECT???? I HATED IT SO MUCH he was so good. his. vocal performance. knocked my tits clean off. i loved the uhhh Solving A Mystery of it i've grown. fond of that. reminds me of noroi: the curse ? even tho i wasn't 100% following all of it bc lee just kinda. does it so whatever. the mom plot twist at the end was Eh the Literal Devil is a type of thing that normally would be a complete turn off for me but idk something abt the way the whole movie had been going up until that point made me go Yea Might As Well. fuck it. whatever why not. some scenes were freaking me out so successfully i got hard <3

tell ME why you didn't LIKE IT!!! I WANNA KNOW!!!! I'VE SEEN OTHER BAD REVIEWS BUT COULDN'T LOOK INTO IT AND NOW I'M CURIOUS!!!!

[bumblebeesfromvenus]

Aching Heart left there in The Cold ♡

Character of your choice x reader, (ex. Leon Kennedy, Jason Todd, Link, Ghost, etc)

A/N:...I don't know what came over me. This is probably the most heart-wrenching thing I've ever written. You can blame (or thank) Blackbriar for that. I recommend the songs 'You're Haunting me', 'Bloody Footprints in the Snow', or 'The Séance' by the aforementioned culprit, if you really want to get into the story! I'd love to know which character you imagined while reading this, let me know <3

~Fi ❄️

Warnings: GORE, graphic depictions of dead animals, ANGST, this hurt to write but also I love it, hurt no comfort, AU but idk what this is tbh, I'll buy you tissues <3

Word count: 2.2k

Please don't copy my work! I put a lot of effort and heart into the things I write.

@pinkalmondcake @vampkennedy you wanted snow, but I don't think this what you meant.......

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The cold nipped at your fingertips as you slowly gained back your consciousness. You were absolutely freezing. Your eyes slowly fluttered open, having a hard time adjusting to the blinding white that enveloped you.

With a groan, you slowly managed to sit upright and take in your surroundings. You were sitting in the middle of a snowy forest. The thick blanket of flakes was covering the trees, making their branches sag. There was nothing but trees and snow, no matter where you looked. No end in sight, not a clearing or perhaps a wooden cabin. There was absolutely nothing except your cold, shivering self that still rested in the middle of these endless woods with rosy cheeks.

You held onto a nearby log to heave yourself off the freezing ground. Your legs were shaky and unreliable and your thick wool clothes that were once to keep you warm were now completely soaked and doing nothing to keep the cold and humidity out.

Gentle flakes were floating down upon you, catching on your hair and blanketing you in the same manner as they once had the plants. There was almost like a fog hanging close to the ground, dipping the scenery in an eerie atmosphere. It was dead silent. Not one little noise from the various animals that you knew lived here, not a creak of the tree branches who should be giving out under the weight of the snow. Not a breeze, let alone another human.

Your heart ached at the sight. What happened? You remember these woods, but not like this. They were always prosper, full of life. The flowers would bloom and the trees would carry bright leaves on their crowns. Birds and insects would harmonize to make a beautiful symphony that had your soul blossoming in your chest. The squirrels and hares that lingered around the plush forest floor were gone, no fawns and does were in sight. It was... dull. But at the same time so incredibly peaceful.

Not a single sound except your soft breaths. You could feel your muscles relax, yet there was a tightening feeling in your chest that you couldn't seem to shake.

Something was wrong. Very wrong.

Before you could even realize it, your feet were carrying you down what you remembered was a path, leaving the imprint of your body in the snow behind. The more you walked, the more the atmosphere changed. It was still quiet and white, but it became tense. Incredibly so. Like a string that was about to snap.

You could make out a faint pink glow across the snowy ground in the distance. Hope bubbled up in your chest. There had to be something there, right? Something that could explain all of this.

Without a second thought you bunched up snow in your palms and tried to wash the ruby on your hands away. With teary eyes you harshly scrubbed at your skin, hoping, praying that you would get the blood off. Thankfully, you did, and your fingertips were now red from the cold and not from blood.

Your breaths became shorter as you subconsciously sped up your pace to make it to that eerie glow. Before you could get far, though, you stepped on something with an echoing crunch. You stopped in your tracks and took a step back, wanting to see what was under the imprint of your boot. Kneeling down, you began digging, exposing deep crimson tainted snow.

Blood. It was now staining your hands. With panicked and labored breaths, you dug your fingers deeper, unveiling what looked like a bone. It was now in pieces from you stepping on it. You stumbled back as much as you could as you were still kneeling, your hands leaving red traces in the snow.

As soon was your hands were clean, you gathered up your many wool skirts and ran. As fast you could, dragging your boots through the snow. You were getting closer and closer to the pink glow. Now, it felt like you shouldn't be running towards it, but you couldn't go back to the horror you had found. You didn't want to go back.

Something caught your eye. Small, dark spots in the pure snow. You slowed your pace, intrigued by the tracks. Fear shot through you when you realized they were red. It was blood. Again. Your eyes were glued to what seemed drops of blood. They got bigger and bigger as you went on, turning into puddles. There were deep traces in the snow behind them, like something or someone was dragged across the snow.

You were too focused on the stained snow, tears cascading down your rosy cheeks at the absolute horrors before you that you tripped over something, falling forward into the cold. You were able to catch yourself with your hands, letting out a grunt at the impact. You recovered quickly, turning around to see what exactly it was that you stumbled over.

The scream that ripped through you echoed through the forest. Before you laid the carcass of a deer. Bloodied and ripped open. Deep gashes adorned the animals body. You could see some blood dripping from where it's ribcage had been cracked open, sinking into the snow. It was fresh. A recent kill. By what? Or who? Your heart broke for the poor animal.

You pulled your damp shawl tighter around your shoulders, continuing onwards. Nothing could've prepared you for what you saw next. A trail of slaughtered animals. All kinds, big and small, predator or prey. It seemed like whoever did this didn't discriminate. Their bodies were torn open, insides spilling onto the snow. Ribs were poking out, spines were exposed, and tufts of fur and feathers littered the ground. You felt sick to your stomach. A massacre, pools of blood tainting the snow.

The once curious and innocent eyes now drained of all life, staring back at you empty and dull.

"What happened to you..?" You whispered shakily, having the urge to reach out to it.

But there was nothing you could do anymore, not much at least. You muttered a quick prayer under your breath, gently stroking down the deer's face, hoping that at least its soul would be granted some peace.

Snow, something so beautiful and pure was now stained with the spilled blood of innocent creatures. You kept your gaze to the ground in front of you, silently weeping over all of these poor animals. You swallowed the bile that rose in your throat, its burn like acid.

When you eventually did raise your head, you saw someone. A man who had buried his sword into the chest of a wolf, twisting it and cracking its bones. He pulled the sword free and it dragged in the snow as he walked, leaving crimson streaks. His back was to you, thank the gods, but he just slowly went on.

You were frozen in place, your breath stopping in your throat as your heart beat faster. You couldn't move, you couldn't breath, you could only stand there, helplessly, wondering why he would do such a thing. Despite your brain screaming and yelling at you to turn back, your feet moved in his direction, following the bloody footprints he had left.

You tried your best to keep your eyes off the slaughtered creatures, focusing on his haunting silhouette instead. He came to a halt, letting go of his weapon which landed in the snow with a thud. He fell to his knees soon after, his shoulders sagging as his head fell forward. Sobs and cries racked through his body, making his form shake. You had the instinct to hold him, keep him close to your chest.

But he was a stranger, was he not? Cautiously, you stepped closer, hoping to not alert him of your presence. The hem of your skirt was now also stained with blood, leaving faint marks as it gently brushed against the surface of the snow. There was something so familiar about him, but the more you tried to think what it was, the hazier your mind got.

His cries were tugging at your heart uncomfortably, but you didn't know why. It was only when he cried out your name in pure agony that something in your mind clicked.

It was your lover.

The man you loved so deeply and fully that it hurt. The one you wanted to spend your entire life with. The one that you were devoted to so wholly. Without thinking, you breathlessly called out his name, making him freeze as a sob got caught in his throat.

His head whipped around, eyes wide and red, the tear streaks on his cheeks looking like they were beginning to crystallize from the bitter cold.

"My love.. is that really you?" He breathed out, fully turning towards you, still on his knees.

You could see the shock, the relief, and the excruciating pain in his eyes.

One arm was tightly wound around your waist while the other was gently stroking your damp hair. His face was buried in the crook of your neck as he continued his wailing cries. You could feel his hot tears running down your neck, despite it all, they felt freezing, sending shivers up your spine. Your hands found his cheeks and you softly pried his head from your neck.

"Yes... why wouldn't it be..?"

You brows were furrowed in concern.

Why wouldn't it be you? What, in the Gods' name, was going on? Another sob tore through his chest as he reached out for your hands and pulled you down against his chest.

"I-I.. I thought I'd lost you.." he sighed, leaning into your touch. He looked so incredibly tired. Exhausted, really.

"What's the matter, my darling?" Your voice soothed all of his aches and ailments.

The gentleness it held was something he'd never experienced before. Until you. The tears spilled from his beautiful eyes still, even as he forced a wobbly smile onto his lips.

A soft, understanding smile settled on your face, though the furrow of your brows didn't waver.

"You'll never lose me. I'll always find my way back to you. No matter what." The words pumped blood back into his cold heart. He sighed in relief, you could almost feel the heavy weight on his chest falling away for yourself. His eyes fell shut as he basked in the warming feeling of your touch, the pads of your thumbs stroking over his tear stained cheeks.

When no response came and the warmth left his cheeks, he opened his eyes. Nothing. Absolutely nothing in front of him but the forest and the gruesome scene he had left behind. His blood froze in his veins. No. He searched for any indication of your presence. Footprints, kicked up snow or maybe a lingering warmth on his face. Nothing.

"I love you. With my whole being and soul do I love you. I'd carve out my heart if you'd ask me too."

The confession made its way off his tongue with such ease, it had to be nothing but the truth.

Had he gone mad and it was all a delusion? Or were you really here and someone took you away again? He couldn't tell. He only felt his heart shatter into a million shards again. He would scream for you until his throat was sore and his voice would give out. He had managed to lose you, the love of his life, twice in one lifetime.

"No... No, no, no, no!" His heart-wrenching yell managed to shake the trees, dusting everything in a fresh layer of white.

"Not again..." he sobbed, steadying myself with hid hands as he grasped at the snow where he was sure you had been. Trying to hold onto you desperately. He wailed and wept, clutching at his heart.

His hands balled into fists as an overwhelming rage took over him. He would make them pay. He would hunt down the abominations that had cost him his love, and he would rain hellfire down upon them until they felt even a sliver of the pain that he had.

Picking himself up with a grunt and a scowl on his face, he reached for his sword. He tightly gripped the blood-soaked weapon and turned around to go down the path from wence he came. His gaze was stone cold as he walked past the field of death and destruction he had left.

He left his aching heart there in the cold, hoping you'd come back one day to keep it safe for him. But for now, he buried it deep in the snow where you were, vowing he would never feel that kind of agony again.

What he didn't know, however, was that you were always with him. Your ghastly pale and transparent hands were always reached out towards him or placed right above his heart.It pained you just as much when your touch would phase through him, the cruel reality twisting your heart.

So you went back to wander aimlessly around these endless woods, waiting for him to join you inevitably. You picked up his discarded heart and held it close to your chest, promising to give it back to him when the time came.

For now, you'd gently remind him of your presence with little breezes fanning over his cheeks, almost like a kiss and pleasant dreams, hoping to stitch up the gaping hole left in his chest.

You'd be together again. You'd wait eons for him because he would always return to you, just as you would to him.

Not even the thin veil of death could keep your souls apart.

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... *hands you a box of tissues and offers a hug* I'm sorry :(

[descendinginto-madness]

grief.

word count: 440

content warnings: death

summary: Mr. Yang is dead.

author's notes: hsr is one year old today for that occasion i killed Welt 😋 I'm evil actually.made myself sad with this HAJSJS also idk i hope i don't have to specify but this is NOT written with any romantic relationships in mind

“I don't know what we would do without you, Mr. Yang!”

Usually, whenever March said that, she didn't think much of it - or… At all, to be entirely honest. She didn't even want to think about it in the first place; either; of course, she was well aware that Mr. Yang wasn't invincible, but surely he wouldn't just - leave them, right? His presence on the Astral Express was something so natural to her like the fact that she needed water to survive, so much so that she couldn't even picture a scenario in which he would be—

Dead.

Right now, she feels lost.

She really doesn't know what to do now that Mr. Yang is gone.

Maybe it's her clue to stop classifying things as those that will surely never ever happen - after all, his death seemed pretty much impossible, and yet, here they were, without him, and to her, it's— no, she isn't even sure how to describe it. She isn't sure how to make sense of what happened, how to soothe the pain that seemed to have settled in her heart for good.

Perhaps it would be easier if she wasn't so afraid that there are many more things to come.

She knows - hopes - that Mr. Yang wasn't the very thing keeping them together, that the crew won't just fall apart completely now that he's dead, yet at the same time she's terrified that it just might. If one unthinkable thing has already happened, then why not more? And she knows, she knows it's hard for everyone to even have a simple conversation right now, she knows everyone needs time to process their loss on their own, but every next day that she spends almost entirely alone strengthens her anxiety. It doesn't help the more stubborn part of her let these grim thoughts go.

Normally, she'd talk about it with Mr. Yang.

But Mr. Yang is gone.

She can't allow to lose the others too. She can't allow to lose the Astral Express - it's her home, and the crew is her family, and if she was forced to leave all that behind - without her memories, where would she even go?

She doesn't have any other place to return to, and right now, even the Astral Express feels… Alien. Distant. The atmosphere is so heavy that March feels herself nearly crushed by it, and she doesn't know what to do to change it. 

She almost feels like she should; after all, she's always the happy, cheerful one who does her best to lift the others’ mood.

But she can't find any strength in herself to do so right now.

divider by @/cafekitsune

[l1nghuarchive]

HI THERE ASTRIE!!! I was browsing through ur blog when i realized. wait. i can request mystic messenger stuff???? WOH OMG????

Well as a die hard Yoosung simp, now i feel like ive been called upon by hatsune miku herself to request a Yoosung x reader where they dye their hair together (oneshots pspsps)

Ive never requested anything from u before, so feel free to decline this! and also. TAKE. UR. TIME. Idk if u know this from how i am on Amia's blog but. IF U ARENT TAKING CARE I WILL BE VV ANGRY >:( SO U BETTER NOT OVERWORK URSELF OR GRGRGRRRR

Pairing : Yoosung Kim x reader

Warnings : n/a (mention of rikas death ig?)

A/n : i actually took my time :') (1 week+) hope you enjoy this tho!! Btw you are NOT the mc and instead a college friend of yoosung.

COLLEGE was rather… Stressful to say the least, with you entering one of the best universities out in Korea you expected yourself to always do good in your studies and that is what you did. Though, you didn't expect yourself to befriend one of your classmates who didn't really enjoy studying as much which really made you wonder how he even got into SKY University perhaps by luck? But yet you heard that Yoosung got in with a scholarship and is going to be working for the corporate heir Jumin Han, of course silently you did envy him after all being on C&R's waiting list could only be achieved in your dreams..

You didn't expect to be dying your hair on the weekends where you could be studying for upcoming exams, well you didn't really have any choice with Yoosung's constant pleas. You both decided to dye your hair together since Yoosung's hair colour was fading as well,though your parents wouldn't have allowed you to dye your hair they aren't here to nag at you! So why not just live your life without the eyes of your parents?

You were lucky enough to convince your parents to pay for your tuition fees, after all you were a grown adult and should be finding a job instead of asking your parents for money. Though they did pay a crazy amount to get you in here, you still felt guilty for them spending so much on you.

Yoosung's voice awoken your train of thoughts before your vision cleared as you saw Yoosung snapping his fingers in front of you with a worried face.

"are you okay? You don't look too good.. I didn't put any hair dye on your eyes right!?!"

You shook your head before a calm smile on your face as both of you waited for your hair dye to dry, you weren't one for small chatter and often it was Yoosung who started conversations between you both though it was silent between you both it wasn't awkward at all and instead it just added to the calm atmosphere.

"So, how is RFA doing..? Do you perhaps plan on holding another party soon?"

You always refrained from talking about anything related to RFA after hearing that Yoosung's cousin had sadly passed away, comfort wasn't your strong suit but yet you still try and gave him encouraging words. Though you always wanted to attend a party held by the RFA and even if you got the chance, you knew it might clash with your studies after all you had always placed studies above all even when you were in high school. You never really went to parties, instead you were always cooped up in your own room reading or studying you technically weren't a loner. You still had friends but they weren't really in your inner circle and you only interacted with them when it was lunch.

You looked over to see Yoosung ranting about the new member of RFA with stars in his eyes, unknowingly a small smile dawned on your face for some reason your heart was slightly warm perhaps not used to this feeling of someone actually wanting to talk to you though you won't deny it isn't a good feeling.. You had always found yourself smiling and enjoying whenever Yoosung rants about his day or his games, was this what your books.. Call a crush?

Reqs are closed as of currently sorry! Likes, reblogs and follows are always appreciated tysm if u do any of those!

[disparais]

those who don't believe in magic will never find it

little isa has been working really hard to untangle my thoughts from my emotions. right now they’re one brilliant mess of colours because it’s been so long since anyone has drawn out so many intensely personal thoughts and vulnerabilities from me, all in the span of a fortnight at most.

it all still feels so surreal, finally getting to dive into the depths that i’d always known lurked beneath the roiling waves. she is an ocean, i think, with trenches and grottoes - some undiscovered, some willfully unexplored. there are so many things going on at once; teeming life, glimmering treasures, the occasional shipwreck. sometimes submarine volcanoes erupt and tectonic plates shift, and if you don’t look closely enough it’s easy to miss all this activity happening deep down below.

the intense surprise at her willingness to initiate vulnerability hasn’t faded - i was floored by the amount of trust she demonstrated in volunteering topics like benchmarking (more on that later). no gift is more precious to me than that of trust.

this has been such a journey, fraught with uncertainties and insecurities that seemed insurmountable at more than one point. i will always be amused by how i can’t remember our first significant encounter (thankfully she remembers it - me offering a goodbye on my way out for class), given little isa’s propensity for minutiae. this is the only relationship i’ve had in my life where i’ve felt an inexplicable compulsion to pursue the relationship, and consistently initiate. i am so grateful that we are where we are right now.

we’re kind of established a new equilibrium, spending quite a bit more of our free time together than we used to. there’s something about being able to curl up under the covers and just do whatever it is we want to, be it browsing social media, watching videos, studying or just talking. even when we’re not speaking, there’s a comfortable air of connectedness that blankets us, and the atmosphere is so warm and fuzzy ahh it recharges me so much i can’t even explain why. also my secret cuddle monster is real!! affirmation/reciprocity is greatly appreciated because i almost never reveal that side of myself to people, and i’m actually super self-conscious about being so touchy hehe.

one part of me has to admit that i’m still waiting for the other shoe to drop, because sometimes i worry that this is too much or i’m imposing, idk. but the fact that the clock is ticking is faintly present in the back of my mind, and i don’t think there’ll be another time in my life where i get to spend quality time with someone i’m willing to be this soft and silly around.

enough of the maudlin thoughts, though.

some things will stay with me for a very long time to come.

on our magical friendship:

it’s absolutely incredible, realizing that all this while, i wasn’t alone in the emotional tumult i went through. just like how i’d agonized over the cupcake night with g, m, l and probably a few other people, she’d done the same with her friends; just like how i’d been in despair over the other night, she’d been genuinely upset too. and the incredible part is that on both occasions, my hypotheses had actually been correct - even the cupcake one, back when i hadn’t known her remotely as well as i do now. (back then, i’d ruled it out because it was arrogant in its presumption that i mattered enough at all to warrant that kind of emotional reaction.) along the way, there have been several 坎坷s, but whether together or separately, we’ve walked the same journey.

i will never cease to be amazed by how compatible our love languages are. i am always precise with my words, and the further down my guard goes the warmer they get; she always seems to know what it is i need, be it word or action. there is something so unbelievably easy and beautiful about not having to spell my every need and worry out, about having someone ready to answer the phone even though i haven’t even dialed their number.

on the powers of logic:

stricken by how potent the combination of my attention to detail, my people-pleasing tendencies (which are quintupled when it comes to my close friends) and my vibe-reading (which i do use most of the time) are, when the information i derive from these are fed into the machine of my logic.

people are fascinating. i have little interest in taking machines apart to examine their inner workings, but with people it’s a different story. it is interesting seeing how people tick, how they might break down, how they can be restored. (the intricacies of kt’s inner world are like nothing i have seen before.)

on the powers of vibes:

kt’s vibe-reading is really something else altogether; never encountered someone as intuitively intelligent as her. interestingly, she is both a master of and a slave to her vibes, i think. they serve her, giving her sometimes-inexplicable rationales for action or thought, but they also have the potential to paralyze, because overheating is possible, and ignorance is sometimes bliss.

on public/private selves, and guardedness:

have always known that i split my persona into public and private on some level, but my guard really rarely comes down to this extent with anyone, so allowing my relatively-private persona out so often these days is a mildly frightening (but also exhilarating) thing. perhaps what will stick with me is the startling revelation that i delight in having this clear distinction between the version of myself i present to the general public, and those in my inner circle. even for those in my inner circle, different people make it to different layers, though since the continent theory doesn’t apply to me it’s more a matter of how deeply these people manage to get me to trust them.

one of the ways people in my inner circle can tell that they matter, no matter whether i’m projecting my public or private self, is the fondness i cannot resist showing them. maybe it’s an extra-radiant smile, a lingering wave, or a hand brushed over their back. being able to disclose my affection towards them, even if just in passing, never fails to elicit a quiet flicker of warmth in my chest.

(on a sidenote, i realized i get disappointed when close friends don’t appear to pick up on my subtle cues of affection, such as specific word choices or certain gestures i had to go out of my way to make. i am such an isfj sobs the whole quiet-giving-with-no-expectations-but-yet-yearning-for-appreciation thing is real.)

on benchmarking:

it was only after she shared that i felt prepared to reciprocate and open up about benchmarking. it’s something that i’ve struggled with for so long, and i’ve always been so deeply ashamed (strong word, but not entirely inaccurate) about benchmarking that i’d never even entertained the thought of confessing it in its entirety to anyone.

what a relief, that i’m not alone in this unique hell. perhaps these are wounds that may never heal, but i have the assurance that i am someone worth being benchmarked for, and in its own twisted way that brings me a certain peace of mind as well.

on being a scorpio:

i understand why we are made out to be jealous, possessive and fiery. the sheer intensity of what i feel for my close friends terrifies me sometimes. i seem placid, because i always 轻描淡写 wherever i can get away with it. truthfully, i love with the gentleness of rivers, but also the force of hurricanes; for some people, i would move heaven and earth, in my own way.