#TWSL

[osmoticeel]

She wasn’t used to any of this, but here she was, chief of security on a state-of-the-art starship, trading clumsy attempts at flirting with a beautiful empath who was far too charming for the good of anyone involved. People were counting on her – but people also had her back. People also liked having her around. Deanna liked having her around. Things were looking up, in a way she never could have imagined a few short years earlier.

This might be home one day, she thought to herself as the recording clicked off.

A retelling of sorts of Skin of Evil from a Troisha perspective. Some Yesterday's Enterprise timeline, and some setup for a novel I'm working on (subscribe to the series for the rest of it!).

[inkgraphia]

Chapter 3: The Spaces Between Us

Sion sat back in his chair, the pen resting loosely in his hand. The rain outside had stopped, leaving behind a deep, heavy silence that seemed to echo in the room. The paper before him was beginning to fill with words, but each one felt like a drop in an endless ocean of things he wished he could say.

The weight of the silence reminded him of the times he and Seoyeon had drifted apart. It hadn’t happened all at once—it was gradual, a subtle shift that neither of them had noticed until it was too late.

---

“Do you ever feel like we’re just... missing each other?”

Her question had caught him off guard one evening. They had been sitting on the steps of his apartment building, sharing a quiet moment after a long day. She had been staring at the sky, her knees drawn to her chest, the streetlights casting a soft glow over her face.

“Missing each other?” he had echoed, confused.

“Yeah,” she had said, turning to look at him. “Like we’re in the same place, but somehow we’re not really there with each other.”

He had laughed nervously, unsure how to respond. “That’s... a weird way to put it.”

She had smiled faintly, though it didn’t reach her eyes. “Maybe. But it’s how I feel sometimes.”

---

Sion clenched his jaw at the memory. She had been trying to tell him something that night, but he had brushed it aside, chalking it up to one of her cryptic musings. Now, he could see it for what it really was: a plea.

He leaned forward and began to write again.

I think I understand now, Seoyeon. What you meant when you said we were missing each other. You were trying to tell me that you felt alone, even when we were together. And I didn’t see it. I didn’t hear you.

His hand stilled, the weight of his confession pressing down on him. How many moments like that had there been? How many times had she reached out, only for him to turn away, too caught up in his own thoughts to notice hers?

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Another memory surfaced, unbidden and painful. It had been a quiet afternoon, the two of them sitting in a café near campus. She had been unusually quiet, stirring her coffee absentmindedly as she stared out the window.

“You okay?” he had asked, barely looking up from his phone.

“Yeah,” she had replied quickly, her voice light but unconvincing.

He had nodded, accepting her answer without pressing further.

Now, he could still see her face in his mind—the faraway look in her eyes, the faint downturn of her lips. She had wanted him to ask again, to push past her walls. But he hadn’t.

---

Sion gritted his teeth, frustration and guilt warring within him. He had always thought of himself as a good friend, someone who cared deeply for the people in his life. But with Seoyeon, he had failed.

I should have noticed, Seoyeon. I should have seen how tired you were, how much you were carrying on your own. But I didn’t. I let the spaces between us grow wider until they swallowed you whole.

He set the pen down, his chest heaving. Writing these words felt like ripping open old wounds, but he couldn’t stop. He needed to say it all, to lay everything bare, even if it was too late.

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His gaze drifted to the photograph on the desk. In it, Seoyeon was laughing, her hand raised as if to shield herself from the camera. She had always hated being photographed, claiming it made her feel too exposed.

“You were never afraid to hide, were you?” he muttered, his voice bitter. “But I should have looked closer. I should have fought harder to see you.”

The silence in the room felt suffocating, pressing in on him from all sides. He grabbed the pen again, the urgency to keep writing overtaking him.

---

Do you remember that night we walked along the Han River? You were so quiet that I joked about you losing your voice. You just smiled and said, “I like the quiet sometimes.” I didn’t realize that your silence wasn’t peace—it was pain. And I didn’t ask. I didn’t want to ruin the moment, so I just let it go.

He paused, the pen trembling in his hand.

I didn’t realize how much you lived in silence, Seoyeon. You hid everything so well, behind your jokes, your smiles, your laughter. You made it so easy for everyone to believe you were okay. But I should have known better. I should have seen past the mask.

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The memories came rushing back now, one after another—the little things he had overlooked, the subtle signs he had ignored. The way she had started canceling plans more often, saying she was tired. The way her texts had grown shorter, her replies less frequent.

“I thought you just needed space,” he whispered, his voice breaking. “I thought... I thought you’d come back when you were ready.”

But she hadn’t.

---

He closed his eyes, trying to steady himself. When he opened them again, he stared down at the letter, the ink smudged where his hand had pressed too hard.

I failed you, Seoyeon. I failed to see the spaces between us, to bridge the gap before it was too late. And now I have to live with that.

He stopped, his breath hitching as a sob threatened to escape. The tears he had been holding back finally spilled over, streaking down his face. He let them fall, unashamed, as he clutched the pen like a lifeline.

But I need you to know this: even with the spaces between us, you were never alone in my heart. I loved you, Seoyeon. I just didn’t know how to show it.

---

He leaned back in his chair, exhausted from the effort of pouring out his heart. But a new memory surfaced—one that he had pushed away for months.

It was their last shared moment, just a few days before she was gone. They had met at a small bakery near her apartment, sharing pastries and tea. She had been quieter than usual, but her eyes had held a softness he didn’t understand at the time.

“Take care of yourself, okay?” she had said as they parted ways.

“You’re the one who needs to take care of yourself,” he had replied, laughing.

Her smile had faltered, just for a second. “I mean it, Sion. Promise me.”

He had nodded, not thinking much of it. “I promise.”

Now, the weight of those words crushed him.

---

He picked up the pen again, his hand steady despite the tears still falling.

I broke that promise, Seoyeon. I didn’t take care of myself, and I didn’t take care of you. But I’m going to try now. I’ll keep writing to you, and maybe, somehow, that will be enough.

---

I hope, wherever you are, you can forgive me, even if I can’t forgive myself yet.

[borntobabygirl]

When you force your friend to listen to Twsl ASMR and you cant stay on track for two fucking seconds:

''Would you still love me if I was a worm''

''Would you still love me if I killed your entire family?''

We kept on like that.....for half an hour I'm not even joking

[benkaben]

I love this so much because it's SO TRUE.

It's not like deaf people magically lose the capability of lying, it's just that, when you use sign language, you lack the component of the voice to indicate tone or purpose, so you have to rely on your face and body language to convey a lot of things, which means that sign language is, by nature, incredibly expressive and honest, because you're used to being batlanty open with your feelings and intentions.

It's a quite interesting feature of the language that it's shared across all variations (I've seen it discussed on MSL, ASL, and now TwSL), and I personally enjoy it a lot.

[diasomnias-flower]

Coven takes a moment to translate in their head, before nodding with a sheepish smile. moving for a second to let Wuzhi take a few more steps into the room, before motioning for her to take off her shoes before getting into thier pillow-pile

it’s 3 in the afternoon, who is playing Kesha at full volume????? I can hear it from outside—

[dreamerkitty]

Inausaka and twsl Yokai Candy Daisougou figures! These are lil fingy puppets and some of my fave merch.

[squidong]

tags I currently consistently use, off the top of my head

is this something (original posts I think might be rebloggable)

peoples names if I want them to see a post

fic wips with coded names: towa, prau, idiots guide, twsl

marylandblogging ( 🦀 )

transmasc girlblogging (I wanna make this a thing)

[lindavoltaire]

Tasmania a well kept secret! Here we found the amazing Eagles Nest Retreat. A place where dreams come true, a place that does magic for your body, mind and soul. Unwind, relax and reconnect with nature!

[neverstopbeingawkward]

Not sure if I'm going to have any luck since my blog has been inactive for I don't even know how long. Anyway I'm looking for any ladies that would be interested in joining a women's soccer team in Tucson. Registration is $50 for the season I have to turn everything in by December 14th but our games won't start until January. My team is not competitive so if you're interested in playing and you've never played you can join us. We are also looking for a goalie if anyone might want to do that

women's soccer

[osmoticeel]

Oh right, I stopped working on this fic because I wanted to read the Aeneid first. Fuck me I guess.

[loongngorkpureenergy]

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@Tanagorn F Twsl: หลุดไปแล้ว (ที่ สะพานพระนั่งเกล้า จ.นนทบุรี) https://www.instagram.com/p/Cbfu0VxDL5n/?utm_medium=tumblr

[campingbromo-blog]

At Home #orajelas (di Taman Wisata Studi Lingkungan (TWSL)) https://www.instagram.com/p/B2D4dToAc70/?igshid=1vu4b2szzq5ok

[baca-berita-detik-ini-juga]

Libur Imlek, Bentar dan TWSL Dipadati Pengunjung

GENDING – Beberapa tempat  wisata di Probolinggo, dipenuhi  pengunjung selama libur imlek, kemarin (28/1). Salah satunya  wisata Pantai Bentar di Kecamatan Gending, Kabupaten Probolinggo dan Taman Wisata Stu di Lingkungan (TWSL) di  Kota Probolinggo. Di Pantai Bentar misalnya, tiket yang terjual mencapai 800 lembar, sampai pukul 12.00, Baca Selengkapnya

[dailymailcoid]

Selamat Datang di Probolinggo Sera dan Jane, Siapa Mereka?

Selamat Datang di Probolinggo Sera dan Jane, Siapa Mereka?

Dailymail.co.id, Surabaya – Dua ekor singa afrika bernama Sera dan Jane resmi menjadi penghuni baru Taman Wisata Studi Lingkungan (TWSL) Kota Probolinggo. Persiapan kehadiran dua satwa dari Taman Safari Indonesia (TSI) Prigen itu berlangsung selama satu tahun.

Sera dan Jane dipindahkan ke TWSL Kota Probolinggo untuk mendongkrak kunjungan wisata di tempat ini. Dua ekor singa afrika itu juga…

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[lindavoltaire]

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