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|| Kick ass!♡︎
|| pairing; Isagi Yoichi x GN! Reader
|| summary; you and Isagi had been friends since childhood, and yet, he always seemed to be giving you mixed signals. When he left for blue lock, you thought you'd lose him for good. Then, in his match against Japan's U-20, he proved you wrong.
|| cw; fluff, a little bit of angst, miscommunication, reader is a little dumb and doesn't realise Isagi likes them, kissing in public, reader's life is described as 'dull', just teenagers being too in love to realise it
|| wc; 2.4k (whoops...got carried away...)
|| note; first post!! I love Isagi so I thought this was a good place to start. Got a little bit rushed at the end, so please let me know if there are any mistakes!
You still vividly remembered the day you met–it was like a permanent mark on your memory. Not a stain, but a stroke of brightly-coloured paint that brought meaning to your dull life.
The both of you were young, around the same age, give or take a few months. The sun was going down, painting the sky with reds, oranges and yellows in its wake. You stood in the middle of a field, looking down at your scuffed sneakers and grass-stained socks. The ground was still slightly wet from when it rained earlier in the day.
It was cold, you remembered. The crisp evening air nipped at your skin and made the tips of your fingers and nose feel numb. The wind blew softly, ruffling your hair as the cold seeped through your clothes and sunk its dull teeth into your skin. It was nice, in a way. Even if you didn't have a jacket to keep you warm, the cold was still comforting. It reminded you that there was still something out there. You gazed off into the distance, slowly zoning out into whatever dreams a child could conjure up.
And then…
“Watch out!!”
The sudden voice made your heart lurch out of your chest, a jolt of electric shock going down your spine as you whipped around to face the person who called out to you, opening your mouth to say something back.
Then a sudden pain burst through your skull, one that made you lurch backwards as a force made contact with your face. Before you knew it, you'd hit the ground, forehead feeling oddly tender as you gazed dizzily up at the sky. Your vision was all blurry, and you felt something warm drip down your nose.
A head of disheveled black hair came into your view, and you squinted as the figure wobbled in your hazy vision.
“—re —o -kay?”
You furrowed your brows, wincing at the dull pain the action brought you. You watched as the figure leaned down, and your vision finally corrected itself. A boy with wide, concerned blue eyes and blue-toned black hair looked down at you with an expression of what could only be described as horror.
“…what?” You croaked, blinking multiple times as you tried to figure out what just happened. You turned your head to the side, and you were met with a soccer ball.
“Are you okay?” The boy repeated, and you turned back to him with an expression of mirth. Suddenly, it all made sense. That boy hit you in the face with a soccer ball. You reached up to feel the liquid running down the lower half of your face, collecting some on your fingertips and bringing it to your view. Blood.
“I’m…” you began, watching as the sticky blood on your fingers slowly dripped down. The blue-eyed boy let out a hesitant exhale. “I’m fine.”
You lowered your hand, looking the strange boy in the eye. He swallowed thickly, and slowly, you sat up. A wave of dizziness washed over you, but you ignored it in favor of reaching out to the boy's ball, cradling it in your lap for a few seconds before holding it up to him.
“I think this is yours,” you muttered, voice raspy and quiet, and you weren’t sure if he’d heard you for a moment before he suddenly started giggling. He reached out for the ball, a dopey grin on his face as he held it gently against his chest.
“You’re funny,” he giggled, holding the ball against his hip with one hand as he stuck out a hand to help you up. “I’m Isagi Yoichi. What’s your name?”
You took his hand, letting him pull you up with surprising strength. You tried your best to muster up a wobbly, thankful smile in response.
“[Surname] [Name].”
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The morning was a cold one, and you found yourself tugging your school uniform closer to your body. In your hand you held the strap of your bag, letting it swing along with your arms as you walked down the sidewalk.
You had school today. You still had a bandage on your forehead, but you still wanted to go to school. It’d be a dull day if you’d chosen to stay home, so you decided to power through the headache you were getting in order to make it to school on time.
Turns out you left a little too early, since you still had half an hour before school was supposed to start by the time you arrived. You sat in your classroom, absentmindedly tapping your foot on the ground as the minutes ticked by. You only looked towards the door when you heard a faint gasp.
You were met with the sight of Isagi, looking absolutely bewildered in the doorway.
“We go to the same school!?” He shrieked, and you couldn’t tell if he was excited or horrified. Did he not like you? Or did he enjoy your company? You had no idea, so all you did was raise a brow at him.
“I guess,” you shrugged, looking back down at your desk. You grimaced as Isagi’s loud footsteps met your ears, and he sat down right next to you with a big, dopey grin on his face, still donning some childlike chub in his cheeks. You were so confused.
“[Surname],” Isagi grinned, deep blue eyes shining as the morning sun reflected off them. “Let’s be friends!”
You stayed silent, staring at him in quiet contemplation. The stupid grin still didn’t leave his face, and you found yourself fighting back a smile of your own. His childlike joy was contagious, but something just felt…wrong. Why on earth would he want to be friends with the person he’d hit in the face with a ball? You still had a huge bandage on your head. Maybe he just felt bad…
For now, you decided to ignore him. Instead of facing his impossibly bright smile, you looked out the window, gazing at the trees. The leaves were all shades of pretty reds, browns, oranges, and yellows. You observed as some slowly twirled in their descent to the ground, the light of the morning sun reflecting off them as they danced in the wind.
You continued to look out the window as your teacher entered the classroom, waffling on about some kind of math problem you had no interest in solving. You kept your gaze out the window, almost scared to look the other way just in case Isagi was still trying to get your attention.
This continued for the rest of the day. You made a point to blatantly ignore Isagi whenever he tried to strike up a conversation with you. And yet…something told you he wasn’t going to give up anytime soon.
You eyed the clock. It was three minutes until home time. You could hear Isagi blabbing about something beside you. After a few seconds of contemplation, you turned to look at him. For the first time today, you paid attention to what he was saying.
“—and then, my dad gave me a jacket with my name on the back!! I didn’t even know he could do that, and then- and then he told me that I would be the worlds best soccer player one day, and- and- and I really hope that’s true!! I mean, don’t you think it’s just so—“ Isagi stammered through his little story, deep, captivating blue eyes shimmering in the afternoon light. You looked a little hesitant before cutting him off.
“Isagi,” you began, feeling a little nervous as he stopped talking and gazed at you with wide, curious eyes.
“Yeah?” He answered, his story completely forgotten as he leaned a little closer to you. Now that you thought about it…he was kind of pretty. And nice. And he had a really cute smile.
“Let’s be friends.”
—
“I’m leaving,” said a breathless Isagi on your doorstep. You gave him a bewildered look, ushering him inside before he got too cold.
Both of you were seventeen now. You had to admit, he’d grown into a wonderful person. Sometimes he gave you mixed signals, like when he didn’t answer your texts, or when he just stared at you instead of talking to you sometimes. But other than that? He was an amazing friend, and you couldn’t be happier.
But for him to suddenly appear on your doorstep, talking about leaving? It made something heavy and horrible ache in your chest. What was he even talking about?
Now, the both of you were sitting on your bed. You clasped the material of your pants tightly as you leaned over to look him in the eye.
“What do you mean, ‘you’re leaving’? When? Why?" You questioned, barely able to keep your chin from quivering as you fought back the urge to cry.
Isagi—Yoichi, now—had been your only true friend all throughout your childhood. You weren’t sure how you’d cope without him brightening up your unbelievably dull life. You didn’t want to feel alone again. So…so why would he leave? What on earth could have been more important than his friends, his family, his everything?
“It’s a program called Blue Lock,” Yoichi explained, avoiding your gaze. “You know how we…I…lost the game that was supposed to get our team into nationals? Well…I’m getting another chance. Blue Lock is a program for aspiring athletes, and…I really want to go. I want to become a professional soccer player, [Name].”
You bit your tongue. So that was it. He was just leaving for a while to get a better chance at life. If that was true, then…why did you still feel so sad? You should have been happy for him. But for some reason it just felt like you wouldn’t see him for a very, very long time.
“When…when are you leaving? For how long?” You inquired, shuffling a little closer to the blue-eyed boy. Warmth radiated off him, and you found yourself wondering if you would miss it. If you’d miss him. Maybe you’d figure something out. Make some new friends while you waited for him to come back home.
“I’m leaving tomorrow,” said Yoichi, “and…I don’t know how long I’ll be there for. But if I can, I’ll try my best to keep in contact with you.”
You swallowed thickly. If this was what he wanted, then…you’d support him. You’d be happy for him, even if you felt sad for yourself. All you could do was pray that this wouldn’t ruin your friendship, since he really did mean so, so much to you.
Mustering up a small, wobbly smile, just like the one you gave him on the day you met, you spoke.
“Just make sure you come back to me, Yoichi. Kick ass out there, okay?”
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It'd been so, so long.
You missed Yoichi terribly. He'd been gone for months, and the only way you found you could cope was to hang out with his parents. You practically lived in his room now, and you picked up on all of Yoichi's chores around the house.
His parents adored you, and you adored them too.
But still, you were a little surprised when they invited you to Isagi's first public match in Blue Lock.
You…could see him again? You'd see him play? Before you knew it, you were embracing his parents and saying ‘yes' so much you almost forgot it was possible to say anything else.
Then, you found yourself in the stadium, in the front row seats watching Yoichi and his teammates play against Japan's U-20 team. Your heart hammered every time a goal was scored, and your eyes never left Yoichi.
He looked so…different. He was bigger, you could tell. More confident. Happier. You smiled every time he celebrated with his friends, even if it made your heart lurch.
So what if he made new friends? It didn't matter if he forgot about you. Soccer was incredibly important to him, and you'd be damned if you let yourself ruin that for him.
You'd watch from the sidelines, if that was what he wanted. You didn't care anymore. All you wanted was for your dearest friend to be happy.
The match was at a stalemate, now. Both teams had equal points. There wasn't even a minute left…was this it? Would it be a tie? You, along with the whole stadium watched with bated breath as Yoichi managed to get his hands on the ball.
Your eyes were wide, glimmering with a thin layer of hopeful tears as Yoichi lined up for a shot, and…
SCORE!!
The stadium erupted into loud cheers, and the noise would have bothered you if you weren't screaming yourself.
“Yes!! YES!! YOICHI!!! YOU WON!! YOU WON, YOICHI!!” You cheered, cupping your hands around your mouth as you celebrated their win. His win.
You didn't even know that he heard you until his eyes locked onto you while he was in the middle of celebrating with his teammates. And without missing a beat, he sprinted in your direction.
He didn't stop, not even when a teammate of his rushed after him, and not even when a reporter tried to get his attention.
Your first thought was that he was running towards his parents. That was quickly proven wrong when your name left his lips.
“[Name]!!! You're here!!” He panted, rushing up to the stands and grabbing your hand. He sported that same dopey grin he'd shown you so many times throughout your childhood.
“You…” you stammered, looking a little bewildered as his parents ooh'd and aah'd from beside you. “You did it, Yoichi…you won!”
“Yes,” he affirmed, a bead of sweat dripping down his forehead. He didn't seem to mind, and instead, pulled you closer so you were leaning over the guard. “And I came back to you, [Name],” he muttered, voice low enough so that you were the only one to hear.
And then his lips crashed into yours. Your heart lurched, and before you knew it, you were reciprocating.
It was as if fireworks had gone off inside your head, lighting up your world as Yoichi smiled against you before pulling away. He held your face in his hands, and in the moment, his deep blue eyes were all you could see.
“I'll always come back to you, [Name].”
|| note; I wrote all of this is one sitting, so sorry if it has any mistakes!! Also, just in case no one noticed, every time a scenario ended with something reader said, it's something that Yoichi remembers and holds dear to him. So whole time he was in blue lock...he was remembering reader telling him to kick ass lol.
Please do not repost, translate, or copy my work without credit.
#lollie-bllk🫐#x reader#fanfic#blue lock#bllk#blue lock x reader#bllk x reader#isagi#yoichi#isagi yoichi#isagi x reader#gn reader#lollie-fluff🫐
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CHAPTER FOUR
Big emotional moments here.
Oh Danny knew he screwed up the moment he appeared back in his throne The line that went out the door was gone also. Most likely the ghosts sensed the emotions Danny projected onto his haunt and the ghosts scattered not wanting to deal with the nervous and scared ghost king.
He wasn’t thinking when he disappeared at the loud crash! He left his son in a mess! Oh no! But his kid wasn’t scared when he left. So the glass breaking was normal? Oh how he wished he could go back and time and take care of the kid.. but he couldn’t no matter how much he begged Clockwork he knew that. Not to say he didn’t try.. Clockwork didn’t even let him watch his kid grow up.
Danny should visit his baby later. When the helmet thing is off. He can take care of the core problem as he does so. His baby doesn’t know who he was. He didn’t leave a picture or anything with Catherine but the kid did mention something about a picture.. maybe he should go as human? So the kid doesn’t realize he’s the same ghost! Perfect idea!
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Jason was furiously typing on the laptop. He was searching all he could about ‘The Ghost King’ ‘Phantom’. The only thing coming up was Pariah Dark and a autocorrect to Fenton when he typed a bit too fast.
The link that came up with Fenton said something with ghost so he clicked it. That led him into a black hole of information that just seemed biased. He read all the articles published by the scientists. Then in 2006 they started mentioning a ghost.. a certain ghost that Jason was just looking for.
FENTON WORKS
All the information and weapons you need about ghosts! We are happy to say we have figured out what exactly what ghosts are! This site is made by the Fenton Family.
(Picture of a family of 4. A bigger man than Jason himself in bright orange. A fit woman in blue with ginger hair. The older teen with ginger hair like her mother and a cyan headband. Then a younger teen with black hair like the father and frankly skinny considering his parents.)
Click here to read more
Click here to buy things
Click here to contact us
Jason learned a lot of information about Phantom and the Fentons.. Jason now just needed to find a way to summon the ghost once again and make him talk. The ghost seemed nice and not destroy the world just because he could type of being. Then again Jason wasn’t the most.. sane? Normal? Person to ask about what is normal and not normal. He would ask Dick but he was still likely drugged and concussed. He didn’t want to deal with that. Not to mention Dick also wasn’t normal.
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“What the ancients..” Danny muttered looking at himself in the mirror. He transformed back to his human form not even a hour ago and he’s already regretting it. He still looked like his 20 year old self. He didn’t age a day from when he first transformed. The clothes were even the same he left in.. he could only pin point a few differences on his body. Like the more ghostly attributes. The pointer ears, sharper teeth, and paler skin.
Danny knew he should’ve shifted between forms more but it just didn’t seem right without the kid next to him..
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“Daaaa! Deeee!” A child’s yelling pierced the air followed by a loud crash then a giggle.
“I’m coming! I’m old- okay. Accept it while you still can.” A young man’s voice came followed by a black hair with white on the back young adult. The man had icy blue eyes and a scar on his bottom lip. The child the man was talking to looked like him.
The child had curly black hair not a hint of white unlike his father. Darker blue eyes that seemed to shine when he saw his father. Chubby cheeks and stubby fingers. The kid was wearing a shirt that had the words ‘I’m just outta this world. Floating by the stars’ surrounded by stars. Along with jean pants and a gray jacket. The shoes stuck out due to the bright yellow color of the rain boots.
“Oh don’t give me that look.. I know I’m only 20! You make me feel 50 years older than I am. Specially with all your sass.” Danny put his hands on his hips and looked down at the kid.
“Aunt Cathy say it comes from you.” Jason put his hands on his hips and looked up at the kid.
“I know it did. I can’t blame anyone else but myself and it’s horrible.” Danny huffed sticking his tongue out at the child which was followed by the kid doing the same to the young adult.
Suddenly the mood changed and Danny’s expression changed into a more somber one. He couched down and looked at the kid.
“Jason, you know how I sometimes leave you with you Aunt Cathy?” Danny felt horrible. His core hurt and he wanted to hug the child and not let go.
“Yeah? But Daddy always comes back so I ain’t scared!” Jason grinned moving forward and putting both hands on the adults face.
“Jason what I say about the hands and other peoples faces?” Danny brought his hands to the kids and pulled the hands off his face but didn’t let go of the kids hands.
“Not to do it.. but don’t worry! I only do it to you!” Jason hopped on his feet unable to stay still like any child.
“Okay, you’re such a bully.” Danny deadpanned, “This is serious Jason, I don’t think I’m coming back this time.”
“What? No. Daddy you gotta come back. You can’t leave .” Jason looked up at his father not really understanding the situation .
“I don’t want to kid but I want you safe and I’m not that.” Danny pulled his son into a hug burying his face into the curly mess that was on top of Jason’s head. He stood up picking up the toddler his arms surrounding the other in a tight hug.
Danny knew it was stupid to say this while he still had the child. He should’ve just left the kid at Catherine’s and not return. But then he thought about the kid getting all ready to come back to him waiting at the door with his to big backpack only for him not to return. He didn’t want that for the kid. He didn’t want his kid to be sitting in front of the door sad because he couldn’t understand what was happening and why his father wasn’t there. He wanted just a bit longer with his child.. even if it was in tears.
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Jason was sure he had the right man. The scar was exactly the same. It was a line on the bottom right lip the that split into two at the bottom. He didn’t know what to think of the being.. his father? From what his Ma told him. Catherine not Shelia. His father was a good man. A bit too sarcastic for his own good but it also made him funny. He had weird ways of saying things. Never used a saying right or just made it his own. He had a slight lisp and had an accent. Couldn’t cook to save his life and hated toast. Hurt himself with stupid things but was incredibly smart. Could turn a microwave into a gun in a hour alone.
Jason wondered if he got some of those qualities.? Before he died and turned into a monster. Dick always said he had a lisp and used some words wrong. Like fruit loop and ancients.. apparently he used one as an insult and the other as a replacement for some words.
@boopjuice
#danny phantom#dc x dp#dad danny#ghost jason todd#more so ghostling then ghost but meh#ghost king danny#red hood#yikes I haven’t posted in forever.#I tried my best to make the two year old actually a two year old.#but I only have a one year old for an example.#in other words I refuse to use my cousins children as examples cause their sweet but#dang the headaches they give me.#womp
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OC Tag meme
@grapecaseschoices tagged me in this and it looks like fun soooo I'm gonna tag @cerbin-aen-feainn @lottievan @calla-lilly @strawbebyjam and anyone else who wants to do it <3
Naturally, we're gonna do it with the beloved Maeve Divine since I'm always rotating her in my head
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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Aesthetic game found here.
OC Aesthetic Tag Game thing
Bold
=always/totally fits them
italics
=sometimes/somewhat applies/sorta fits them
strikethrough
=never
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS. effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS. crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST. lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES. denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS. newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS. combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS. dancing until the break of dawn, heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair. :
— BODY LANGUAGE
DEFENSIVENESS. arms crossed on chest / crossing legs / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / karate chops / stiffening of shoulders / tense posture / curling of lip / baring of teeth
REFLECTIVE. hand-to-face gestures / head tilted / stroking chin / peering over glasses / taking glasses off; cleaning / putting earpiece of glasses in mouth / pipe smoker gestures / putting hand to bridge of nose / pursed lips / knitted brows
SUSPICION. arms crossed / sideways glance / touching or rubbing nose / rubbing eyes / hands resting on weapon / brows raising / lips pressing into a thin line / strict, unwavering eye contact / wrinkling of nose / narrowed eyes
CONFIDENCE. hands behind back / hands on lapels of coat / steepled hands / baring teeth in a grin / rolling shoulders / tipping head back but maintaining eye contact / chest puffed up / shoulders back / arms folded just above navel / wide eyes / standing akimbo
INSECURITY & ANXIETY. chewing pen or pencil / rubbing thumb over opposite thumb / biting fingernails / biting lips / hands in pockets / elbow bent / closed gestures / clearing throat / “whew” sound / picking or pinching flesh / fidgeting in chair / hand covering mouth whilst speaking / poor eye contact / tugging pants whilst seated / jingling money in pockets / tugging at ear / perspiring hands / playing with hair / swaying / playing with pointer; marker; cane / smacking lips / sighing / rocking on balls of feet / flexing or cracking fingers sporadically
ANGER & FRUSTRATION. short breaths / “tsk” sounds / tightly-clenched hands / fist-like gestures / pointing index finger / rubbing hand through hair / rubbing back of neck / snarling / revealing teeth / grimacing / sharp-eye glowers / notable tension in brow / shoulders back, head up; defensive posturing / clenching of jaw / grinding teeth / nostrils flaring / heavy exhales
— SENSES
SIGHT. small towns. big cities. six thirty curfews. lights that take the place of stars. blanket nests. light through the blinds as a wake up call. found family. finding a single star in the middle of new york night city. window shopping. watching something terrible and enjoying it.growing numb to the sight of injustice. wilted flowers. faded caricatures. bright, bold colours.
HEARING. crickets and lightning bugs. car engines and a / c units. a phone call to mum / dad. laughing with friends. jokes that are so bad you have to laugh. the clicking of computer keys. noise cancelling headphones. the sound of silence. muffled music from another room. drumming fingertips on a table. clicking of pens. listening to a clock and swearing the ticks get slower. ringing in the ears. the voice of someone you love. pitch shifted songs.
TOUCH. being held close during a long night. fleeting reassurances. holding hands when you’re scared. brushing fingers through strands of hair. freshly dried clothes. bruises on your knuckles. silk and satin. your favourite pet’s fur or feather. wringing your hands anxiously. snuggles. comforters in the dead of winter. nails against skin. cold metal. leather in summer.
TASTE. coffee in the morning. tea in the evening. bubblegum that lost its flavor. alcohol burning the back of your throat. homemade cooking, no matter what’s made. blood in your mouth. stale air. mint. fresh vegetables. that processed taste of citrus candy. the first meal you cook by yourself that tastes good. foreign sweets. fast food. bittersweet. sour. spicy. sweet. bitter. too much salt on fries.
#oc aesthetics#aesthetics#light#nature#fire#solar system#personality#five senses#senses#tag your aesthetic#bold your aesthetic
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OC Tag meme
thank you @mt07131 for tagging me! i'll also be tagging @doulyeah @glossedheart @wilted-violets @emyyyy19 @moonicetea @lilneps, and anyone else who'd want to try for their oc (no pressure tho mwah)
i'll be using liane vaughn for this because of brainrot for infamous sksksksks
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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~oc tag meme
tagging: @paptalk @kdelarenta @trebondialanna @aylaaescar @mt07131 @quaxorascal @quinnorion and anyone else interested!!
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
Kendis
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
Andy
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend [not these days], the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
#the fact that i gathered tag meme buddies makes me way too excited#werew#im assuming liking my post meant you wanted to be tagged#if not -- soorry ignore this#grapecase posts#oc meme#meet my ocs#oc: kendis crawford louel#oc: andy yasar#aest: kendis crawford louel#aest: andy yasar#long post
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types of people: sources of light. bold what applies, italicize what sort of applies! Reblog or repost, up to you. Reposted from an rp blog.
@melting-morning-blues @thehistorynut19 @mu1m1-yum3
sun rays. effervescent smiles. dandelion puffs. bare feet. beach waves. flowers pressed into books. champagne glasses. rose-gold eye shadow. boho skirts. wire-rimmed glasses. hair in loose waves. kaleidoscope eyes. sunshine in your hair. fire in your soul.
incandescent bulbs. crop tops. floral print. dancing in the rain. quiet defiance. hand-knit beanies. rosé. painted bookmarks. marble floors. cirrus clouds against a blue sky. polaroid pictures. hands held. fingers intertwined. flower crowns. baby bluebirds.
stardust. lace bralettes. brisk breezes. jasmine-scented perfume. books with yellowed pages. tracking constellations. sterling silver. violin music. chess games. iced coffee. glittery dresses. high heels. secret grins. midnight meetings. wishing upon a star.
candle flames. denim jackets. gladiator sandals. braided hair. messenger bags. movies at the cinema. stolen kisses. wax-sealed envelopes. haiku poetry. cherry wood. succulents. fountain pens. jigsaw puzzles. soft tired eyes. hidden smiles. cuddling with someone you trust.
moonbeams. newspapers. over-sized sweaters. dancing shadows. fleece throws. cutoff shorts. piano chords. red wine. messy buns. embossed journals. a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks. freshly fallen snow. tranquil solitude. burning incense. light hair & dark skin.
auroras. combat boots. burgundy lips. infectious laughter. spiral-bound notebooks. pencils used down to the stub. ripped jeans. painted nails. cloud-watching. summer thunderstorms. hiking trails. vinyl records. film cameras. skating on a frozen lake. hot chocolate by the fire.
fireworks. dancing until the break of dawn. heelys. being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend. the euphoria of soaring through the air. being excited for what the future holds. group hugs. colorful tattoos. bronzer-highlighted cheeks. hugging a stuffed animal. lifting a child onto your shoulders. space buns. bright streaks in your hair.
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OC tag meme
well now that i was tagged by both @sparrow-in-boots and @mt07131 i guess it's time to do this nvlksdn going for one of my Ezio Trilogy OCs, Beatrice Lucrezia di Piero de' Medici (the Piero in question is, Piero di Cosimo de' Medici/Piero il Gottoso)
im not tagging anyone bc brain empty to do that
rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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OC tag meme
nobody tagged me but i thought this was neat so, for my AC oc, Giulia Maria di Ezio Auditore
tagging my co-conspirators @cerbin-aen-feainn and @robin-in-the-library uwu
rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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types of people: sources of light. bold what applies, italicize what sort of applies!
sun rays. effervescent smiles. dandelion puffs. bare feet. beach waves. flowers pressed into books. champagne glasses. rose-gold eye shadow. boho skirts. wire-rimmed glasses. hair in loose waves. kaleidoscope eyes. sunshine in your hair. fire in your soul.
incandescent bulbs. crop tops. floral print. dancing in the rain. quiet defiance. hand-knit beanies. rosé. painted bookmarks. marble floors. cirrus clouds against a blue sky. polaroid pictures. hands held. fingers intertwined. flower crowns. baby bluebirds.
stardust. lace bralettes. brisk breezes. jasmine-scented perfume. books with yellowed pages. tracking constellations. sterling silver. violin music. chess games. iced coffee. glittery dresses. high heels. secret grins. midnight meetings. wishing upon a star.
candle flames. denim jackets. gladiator sandals. braided hair. messenger bags. movies at the cinema. stolen kisses. wax-sealed envelopes. haiku poetry. cherry wood. succulents. fountain pens. jigsaw puzzles. soft tired eyes. hidden smiles. cuddling with someone you trust.
moonbeams. newspapers. over-sized sweaters. dancing shadows. fleece throws. cutoff shorts. piano chords. red wine. messy buns. embossed journals. a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks. freshly fallen snow. tranquil solitude. burning incense. light hair & dark skin.
auroras. combat boots. burgundy lips. infectious laughter. spiral-bound notebooks. pencils used down to the stub. ripped jeans. painted nails. cloud-watching. summer thunderstorms. hiking trails. vinyl records. film cameras. skating on a frozen lake. hot chocolate by the fire.
fireworks. dancing until the break of dawn. heelys. being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend. the euphoria of soaring through the air. being excited for what the future holds. group hugs. colorful tattoos. bronzer-highlighted cheeks. hugging a stuffed animal. lifting a child onto your shoulders. space buns. bright streaks in your hair.
tagged by: stole! tagging: steal!
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smooching @sparrow-in-boots for the tag uwu, going for my AC oc Vittoria di Giovanni Rucellai also tagging @blingbland
rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents,fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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@lilneps did an OC tag and i really wanted to do it as well!
this is for my DnD character who i am playing with atm, Armythe Spiritfall (they/them) and if you want to do this, this is a nudge!
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust (someBIRD).
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
#tag games#armythe#mica speak#this is both a mix for modern!armythe and dnd!armythe#the auroras aesthetics are very modern!armythe#fireworks reminds me of their best friend célio ngl
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thank you @calla-lilly for tagging me !!
lottie as always will be used bc @infamous-if brainrot never ends
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
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OC Tag Meme
thank you @calla-lilly for tagging me in this too!!! im a wimp so im not tagging anyone else on this LMAO but if you see this and want to do this please consider yourself tagged <3
using Riley, my Sevenmancer Infamous MC for this cause i've been having incredible infamous brainrot too!!!!!
— rules: always, never, sometimes
— LIGHT SOURCES
SUN RAYS.
effervescent smiles, dandelion puffs, bare feet, beach waves, flowers pressed into books, champagne glasses, rose-gold eye shadow, boho skirts, wire-rimmed glasses, hair in loose waves, kaleidoscope eyes, sunshine in your hair, fire in your soul.
INCANDESCENT BULBS.
crop tops, floral print, dancing in the rain, quiet defiance, hand-knit beanies, rosé, painted bookmarks, marble floors, cirrus clouds against a blue sky, polaroid pictures, hands held, fingers intertwined, flower crowns, baby bluebirds.
STARDUST.
lace bralettes, brisk breezes, jasmine-scented perfume, books with yellowed pages, tracking constellations, sterling silver, violin music, chess games, iced coffee, glittery dresses, high heels, secret grins, midnight meetings, wishing upon a star.
CANDLE FLAMES.
denim jackets, gladiator sandals, braided hair, messenger bags, movies at the cinema, stolen kisses, wax-sealed envelopes, haiku poetry, cherry wood, succulents, fountain pens, jigsaw puzzles, soft tired eyes, hidden smiles, cuddling with someone you trust.
MOONBEAMS.
newspapers, over-sized sweaters, dancing shadows, fleece throws, cutoff shorts, piano chords, red wine, messy buns, embossed journals, a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks, freshly fallen snow, tranquil solitude, burning incense, light hair and dark skin.
AURORAS.
combat boots, burgundy lips, infectious laughter, spiral-bound notebooks, pencils used down to the stub, ripped jeans, painted nails, cloud-watching, summer thunderstorms, hiking trails, vinyl records, film cameras, skating on a frozen lake, hot chocolate by the fire.
FIREWORKS.
dancing until the break of dawn, Heelys, being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend, the euphoria of soaring through the air, being excited for what the future holds, group hugs, colorful tattoos, bronzer-highlighted cheeks, hugging a stuffed animal, lifting a child onto your shoulders, space buns, bright streaks in your hair.
#tag game#OC game#this was fun!!!!!!!!!#i put skating on a frozen like as a never but if seven dragged them into it they wouldnt put up a fight#theyd make a half-hearted attempt at resisting but they'd be laughing in SECONDS . they fold so quick for seven#this is post pre and post breakup .#anyways im rambling
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types of people: sources of light.
[ reposted from @lacunasbalustrade! ]
bold what applies, italicise what sort of applies!
sun rays. effervescent smiles. dandelion puffs. bare feet. beach waves. flowers pressed into books. champagne glasses. rose-gold eye shadow. boho skirts. wire-rimmed glasses. hair in loose waves. kaleidoscope eyes. sunshine in your hair. fire in your soul.
incandescent bulbs. crop tops. floral print. dancing in the rain. quiet defiance. hand-knit beanies. rosé. painted bookmarks. marble floors. cirrus clouds against a blue sky. polaroid pictures. hands held. fingers intertwined. flower crowns. baby bluebirds.
stardust. lace bralettes. brisk breezes. jasmine-scented perfume. books with yellowed pages. tracking constellations. sterling silver. violin music. chess games. iced coffee. glittery dresses. high heels. secret grins. midnight meetings. wishing upon a star.
candle flames. denim jackets. gladiator sandals. braided hair. messenger bags. movies at the cinema. stolen kisses. wax-sealed envelopes. haiku poetry. cherry wood. succulents. fountain pens. jigsaw puzzles. soft tired eyes. hidden smiles. cuddling with someone you trust.
moonbeams. newspapers. over-sized sweaters. dancing shadows. fleece throws. cutoff shorts. piano chords. red wine. messy buns. embossed journals. a hint of blush dusted across your cheeks. freshly fallen snow. tranquil solitude. burning incense. light hair & dark skin.
auroras. combat boots. burgundy lips. infectious laughter. spiral-bound notebooks. pencils used down to the stub. ripped jeans. painted nails. cloud-watching. summer thunderstorms. hiking trails. vinyl records. film cameras. skating on a frozen lake. hot chocolate by the fire.
fireworks. dancing until the break of dawn. heelys. being wheeled around in a shopping cart by your best friend. the euphoria of soaring through the air. being excited for what the future holds. group hugs. colourful tattoos. bronzer-highlighted cheeks. hugging a stuffed animal. lifting a child onto your shoulders. space buns. bright streaks in your hair.
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colors of the rainbow.
red. leather jackets, lollipop, bubblegum, hot chocolate, strawberries, sport cars, badass, chestnut hair, gives 0 fucks about others opinion, heartless, books filled with dark doodles, takes a lot of naps, ripped jeans, webtoon, unabashed flirting, hair flipping, still makes mixtapes, not a good example, brutally honest, irreversible tornadoes, chips, bad habits, knowing what’s wrong with one look, tousled hair, into natural products, doesn’t like when someone calls them cute, walking barefoot on concrete, attempts to avoid all the responsibilities, coca-cola, protective, new ideas, fuzzy blankets, honey brown eyes, horror movies, netflix, can be lazy sometimes, red, sarcastic, lace up boots, classical music, talks in sleep.
orange. has a million interests but bad at managing time, good liar, orange, astrology, outdoors, mischievous looks, friends with everyone, light brown hair, stronger than they think, holding hands at night, has snacks with them for unknown reason, would kill for the people they love, daydreaming, backward hats, unmade beds, loves art, looks mean but is actually very nice, organized playlists, tangled earphones, anime, iced lemonade, climbing trees, skateboarding, middle fingers, sarcastic, curious, wreck this journal, face masks, does yoga on daily basis, photography, dancing in the rain, steel blue eyes, horny 24/7, dried roses, cotton candy, self care guru, bad at cooking, freckles, remembering their dreams, into some kinky shit, interested in science.
yellow. likes picnics & roses, hidden birth marks, being honest, honey, pressed flowers, brown hair, spicy food, loves movie dates, chill but doesn’t take shit, listening to music from someone else’s earphones, sunshine, stuffed toys, doesn’t like loud sounds, cheek kisses, fashion, can be depressed when left alone, takes long walks, watches cartoons, thinks every animal is cute, bags with patches, olive green eyes, texts to ask if ‘u ok’ or ‘had a good day’, cat lover, flowers in their hair, peaceful being, collects & presses flowers, makes friends easily, whispering sweet words to small creatures, yellow, a sweet voice, hates cockroaches, loves the sound of ocean, feeling of sunlight hitting your skin, soft hair, keep tracks of things, never does anything to make anyone feel uncomfortable.
green. very patient, dark brown hair, sugar coated peanuts, vans shoe, self love, reading, clumsy, sarcasm, constant internal screaming, relaxed expression but a storm underneath, good at maths, kiwi, jean jackets, loaded heads & clear eyes, can tear you apart, book piles, early mornings, always mused to little things, soccer, plant parent, pocky, succulents, loves learning new languages, thick, getting into a drama, really good at reading people, has a bad temper if you cross them, stargazing, thoughtful words, charcoal eyes, cute jackets, pretty handwriting, listens to podcasts, green, smart, blooming flowers, balances work, freckled arms, always have good advice, feels like classic music & art, probably has owned the same jacket from last 10 years.
blue. can never make up their mind, not very patient, youngest in group, angel, falls in love easily, shy smiles, carnivals, big sweaters, watches sad movies late at night & then feels super guilty next day, sandy blond hair, hard working, sparkle in their eyes, still a child, fluffy pillows, scented markers, trips a lot, sweet to everyone, blue, addicted to games, freckles, asks a lot of questions, watches cartoon, they either eat everything or forgets to eat, hazel eyes, tries their best, a daydreamer & a night thinker, short as heck, spinning until they’re dizzy, cries easily, stuffed toys, cute, love museums, has a secret, avoiding their problems, can’t sit still, picks fight they can’t finish, is super sweet & soft, overemotional, literally the cutest.
indigo. knows when someone can’t be trusted, black hair, cold feet, feared, black & indigo, sensitive lips, chocolates, milk, mostly wears black, gets depressing thoughts but tries to be happy, sharp eyes, athletic, learning new languages, aces everything, blue eyes, dogs, agnostic, photo albums, focuses on details, kind, car rides, comics, soft aching hands, painting for hours, witty, protective, perfect person to cuddle with, do no harm but take no shit, tattoos, cold from outside soft from inside, piano, broken, clean white walls, extremely loyal, drinking water, headphones blasting music, draws a lot, your comfort person, amazing at sports, middle fingers, great cook, late night showers, laying down on concrete roofs to watch the stars, webtoons.
violet. fluffy pillows, laughs too loudly, wears pj’s anywhere anytime, moon, great cook, easily distracted, well moisturized, sunglasses, stuffed toys, noticed things that most people don’t, eye rolling, wants to stay young forever, takes pics of plants, light brown hair, sipping tea, mixes well with anyone, sarcasm, collects something, beautifully dangerous, bitch, goes with the flow, messy notes, stars, cotton candy, keeps up with trends, tips waiter generously, beautiful, cruising with the top down, grey eyes, sometimes lonely, no bad vibes, scented candles, loves gardening, great with kids, scary when angry, drinking out of painted tea cups, caring, homemade jams, pocket full of wonders.
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