#elganac

[miraruinada]

@elganac: that wasn't in my christmas list

"I would hope not. It's February, homegirl."

[enterthestratosphere]

"well hi, baby. is your mommy home?" alison didn't expect freya to be the one to answer the door, so she couldn't help but laugh when she saw the child's small frame rather than emma behind that door. peeking past freya however, alison couldn't immediately see emma, which made her think that perhaps she was still trying to get ready at the last minute.

"hmm, do you think you could do be a favor?" crouching down, alison reaches into her purse to pull out a small gift box and a card, handing over the items to the little girl. "can you tell your mommy i'm here and give her these gifts for me? be sure to wish her a happy valentine's day, okay?" she gives freya a smile and a little tap on the nose, a gesture to dismiss the girl on her mission as alison entered the doorway and made herself at home.

"Ali!" Freya bounced on her feet excitedly when she saw who was at the door. "I thought you were grandma.. momma said I could stay at her house tonight! She's supposed to come pick me up soon!" However, at the mention of a favor, Freya got very serious. "You got it." She said with a salute before running off to find her mother. Muffled voices could be heard from around the corner as the favor was completed.

And soon enough, around the corner came Emma, holding a still giggling Freya in her arms. "Hello, my dear." She said in a sing-song voice. "I caught your little errand girl here." She set Freya down, letting the child run off to go play as Emma approached the door. "Happy Valentine's Day, my dearest~. I hope you're excited for dinner, I'm making it all from scratch."

[cuteteacakes]

"are you excited it's valentine's day, too?" alison couldn't help but notice the way bohai seemed to be especially vibrant and lively that day. perhaps it was the weather that seemed to have made the little plant so high in spirits; it was a rather nice day for this time in februrary after all. "i think i've got a little something you might like."

out of the bouquet she was cradling in her arms, alison carefully pulled out one of the roses, the brunette handing it over to bohai with a gentle and kind smile. "pretty, right? happy valentine's day. you can keep it or give it to someone that makes you happy."

 {✿} - Bohai was in good spirits, actually! It was pretty warm for mid-February, and the sakura had started to bloom in Okinawa! He was feeling the blossoms and wanted to blossom himself! (it usually didn't happen till late March but still!)

His eyes widened at the rose Alison gave him, listening to what he should do with it. "Someone that makes me happy..." A smile bloomed on his face and he held it back out to Alison. "You make me happy!"

[voraxiia]

“  just tell me something real.  tell me something i can remember no matter what happens to us.  ” [ leah @ mo ]

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ something real . real ? what could be of anything that came out of a human being -- words , lies , sound . jumbled up in the whole mess that piled up day after day after day in this godforsaken life that made it a whole other chore to try and recover what had been said last week , last month , last year , after year , after year . he would know it , mo thought , he had felt it , lived through that ultimate hassle of digging through every single promise he had hoarded since the 11th of april twelve years ago , thinking -- knowing he was going insane as he felt his eyeballs moving in erratic tandem to every word and sound that ran through his crumbling mind , desperate to cling onto each false hope only to discard of them in the end when he decided they weren’t going to help him . 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ the see you tomorrows weren’t the ones that saved him . the next mondays , next weekends , tonights , next times , his birthday on the 18th , the maths test on the 26th that Miss Huang promised he would flunk if he had slept through another class of hers and he didn’t even attend it so of course that semester was unsalvageable , like the rest of his life after that . wednesday free slushie upsizes didn’t taste real anymore , how were buy one free one deals real if the bread was now half the size and half past its best before date ? why wasn’t leah’s embrace as warm as that summer he got first row tickets to her then favourite band that long parted ways , why did she grow out her hair more than high school if she once said that length was just right , why was she frowning like this if she was the one that said she trusted him more than anyone else in june ? june when ? 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ it was driving him up the wall . they were reunited and she was lovely as ever but all he wanted to do was laugh . an urge that gnawed at him like ants in the warehouse because that asshole Liu left his lunchbox open before he left the room . summer was just as cold and damp as ever , leah looked as desperate and sad as he once hoped everyone would be because otherwise it would be unfair , and yet it broke his heart to see it and know it was his fault because the real mo isn’t real now , leah , and i’m sorry i can’t change reality . nothing is real , not even the way i hold you in my own two arms and smile as i tell youㅤ ❝ㅤ i love you . you know i do , and nothing is going to change .ㅤ ❞ㅤ 

ㅤ ㅤ ㅤ except everything has .

[illholy]

❛❛ we've gone to masses together. ❜❜ She's swinging around an artificial phallus, mindless bobbing to and fro of what might possibly be the most frighteningly realistic cock yet ⸻ years of industrial growth and this is what humanity has to show for ; hyperrealistic silicon dicks - hypoallergenic, 40 % discount ! And it comes in BARBIE PINK ! ❛❛ What if we just start working together too, ( @elganac ) Leah ? ❜❜ Too abruptly, she points the monstrosity towards it's too cute of a retailer.

⸻ ❛❛ Give me employment ? ❜❜

[incandescentia]

“What? Why are you looking at me like that?” [ from leah to runa! ]

“Oops…” Realizing that the young lady had noticed the cat’s curious prying eyes closely observing upon her, Runa immediately cants her head downwards — appropriately apologetic. “Runa couldn’t help but to look… sorry…” Feline ears motion to follow her head downwards in guilt as she fiddles forefingers together against each other, olive green hues return to gaze at the pair of white wings rested behind the lady’s back. Are they a swan’s? A crane’s? Or rather, a dove’s?

So many questions…

The feline then braces herself to try and confirm her assumption. “Are you… a heavenly maiden?” She’d heard of them, their stories, and where they come from. Tales told through words of mouth mentioned that they are often seen with a radiant winged raiment upon them, so she assumes that those lustrous, beautiful wings could be a part of her attire. “Did you really come down from the heavens, too?”

↳ @elganac | things I've said to my pets ( accepting! )

[royaletiquette]

hibiko’s angel is :3’ing suspiciously while the princess is minding her own business

Hibiko was lost in her thoughts for a few minutes now, daydreaming, going over the cute little things said, how they both behaved, how fun one conversation seemed to make the rest of the night. Her gaze eventually found its way to the coy angel on the other side of the couch, a quiet giggle coming out of Hibiko.

Deciding she was ready to talk, she picked up her feet and brought her knees to her chest. "We were totally flirting, right?"

[miraruinada]

"are you going to be my valentine's this year?" oh here we go -- leah's batting her eyelashes. next thing you know, she'll be kicking her leggies. [ for claudio lmao ]

"No." The faint scent of alcohol and cigarettes stays on him. It's almost permanent, that same whiff you get from nail polish, or something kept locked in a more concentrated form in a first aid kit, or in a pad to sanitize skin before the needle. A medicine that had more appropriate use externally being taken internally, imbibed, in excess.

He said he stopped long ago, moved past the need of it to function, allowed the damaged tissue to scar, though the damage remained there, no further. But that wasn't necessarily true, was it? Signs of relapse. The way he sometimes twitched muscle, the way he sometimes paused, dazed. The way he sometimes would drink, even as less than before. No way he'd fully recover from it.

There's really no end, is there?

The remnants remain, and this is how he functioned now: a recovering addict, a man with more scars on his body than he can recall stories to account. If met on the street, randomly, he would be called 'a scary looking piece of shit'.

A strange focus, but one that attached itself to understanding: there, in that shakiness that sometimes appeared that made this hand, that reached over to playfully squeezed her nose to stop her batting eyes, grow cold in the winter and feel dry and clammy in the summer, was the essence of his being.

A fool who would be accustomed to playful erudition, of an old soul only acquired through the rapid aging achieved only through horrifically impoverished conditions, and a will and way of walking that only years of struggle to overcome hardship stemmed. Deeply broken and stupid. Wanting to be alone at his best moments, yet longing for company at his worst. Contradiction upon contradiction, leading for this joke to end in a simple twist of words:

"I want to be your Valentine every year, dumbass."

What had led to their initial contact? A dare in a closet. Childish, vehemently not his style, yet something that led to a feeling like there was meaning in frivolous actions that could be handwaved, which had lasted for years, even as he grew to something different, something probably too monstrous, something she might come to fear or hate or scorn or, worse in his mind, pity, as he turned into a more ravenous beast. One who wanted blood, violence, destruction, as much as he wanted peace, love, recognition, to be left alone and to be with others at equal amounts in exactly the same moment.

That same stench remains: alcohol and cigarettes. He quit one, but still indulges the other. The nature remains the same, even if that initial moment were dampened, there's no way he would think to stop having fun with this little fool that had too much fun with people too dangerous for her own good. Everything leaves its mark on his body that could never be erased, especially if it's something he doesn't want to stop letting mark it, she was the same. To the bitter end.

In other words, in simpler terms, of course.

"What a silly question, nena."

[enterthestratosphere]

@elganac wanted Daniel!

"Leah..." Uh oh, coming out with her real name off rip, not a good start..

"Would you mind explaining why Netflix is saying to continue from episode eight? I'm pretty sure we finished on episode five last night.. care to explain yourself, miss Nguyen?"

[gloryundimmed]

“if you were famous, would you let me see you backstage?” and by the way she was touching up on kai’s chest while straddling him, leah definitely meant a lot more than just seeing each other. “you know how many people would kill to get that close to you? alone? mm~ i guess it’s a good thing you keep things on the down low, huh?”

"If I was famous? I am famous, babe." He smirked, his hands on her hips but moving upwards towards her chest. If she was touching his, it gave him permission to touch hers, right? That voluptuous body of hers was just so sexy straddling him like this that he couldn't help himself.

"I know you're very aware that millions would kill t' get that close, buuuuut..." he leaned forward to breathe in her ear, "I think I could make a special exception for you." Kai licked the shell of her ear as his hands massaged her chest through her shirt. "Well, that's as long as we keep everythin' on the down low. Do ya think ya could do that? Keep our relationship a secret even backstage?"

[cuteteacakes]

@elganac

{🧿} - Ouriel heaved the BIGGEST of sighs. It was too early for this. "Come here. I'll help preen your wings THIS ONCE." They patted the seat in front of them. "But you really need to take better care of yourself." They took a comb up and began to brush it through the feathers. "Honestly. They might not grow back!" A gentle tease, but there was a headache brewing.

[voraxiia]

“  yeah,  i’ll be here.  i’ll be here when you’re ready to stop running.  ” [ aito @ seven ]

ㅤㅤㅤthere he went again , no matter how much seven managed to get himself in trouble , aito still liked to say things that were so ... unnecessarily kind . always so patient with his tantrums and mistakes as if he was not the absolute handful so many others either avoided , or wanted to break -- beat down into concrete if they had to . 

ㅤㅤㅤit annoyed seven to no end , even if he had yet to come to understand the sentiment himself , gritting his teeth as eyes narrowed at his handler . oh , he was going to start running again , but this time towards aito , ready to tackle him to the ground .ㅤ❝ㅤ-- you’re so gross !ㅤ❞ㅤㅤㅤㅤ// ﹙ 𖹭 ﹚

[mannequinentity]

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

the salty af munday meme

✖ How has Tumblr RP changed since you started?

A lot has changed. People are no longer using the *hello* trend anymore long ago. After the nsfw ban, it seems everything has been smoother afterwards.

There was no bios or any documents explaining your character at hand. We were winging it pretty much with what was offered on the table. Most of the time I've seen was improv without any sort of pre-planning.

A lot of experimentation even if it comes off subjectively terrible writing-wise, but that was the charm of it.

My writing was terrible but improved. It's that since I'm older with less energy, less active to write cause focusing on myself to have limits.

♥ What's the WORST thing that has happened to you rp wise?

Trying too hard to improve that almost made me quit roleplaying entirely. It led both me and my partner being burn out of our threads together. It was a learning experience, good and awful.

And as of now, I'm trying to roleplay in a chill manner most of the time.

I was too obsessed with my mistakes long ago.

[miraruinada]

@elganac: leah vc: wdym secretly sadistic

"It's secret if I only show you in bed."

[royaletiquette]

“you’re going to get wrinkles if you keep fretting like that.” a finger pokes at hibiya’s forehead, alison leaning over the prince’s desk as she makes her presence know. it was that time again for her to bother him, especially since he had gone far too long focusing on work. “take a break with me, hm?”

@elganac

A finger and a thumb held the side of his head as Hibiya scrolled back to the top of the document, his body and face completely teased as he once again tried to scan over every bit of detail he could. The tunnel vision on the computer screen was so lasered in that Alison was close to causing him to jump, suddenly appearing out the corner of it. "Something's wrong." He dismissed, waving the hand away. "We have too much money left over." We . . .

Rubbing his dry eyes, "Was a project canceled? I can't imagine I over-budgeted this much on something. Because otherwise, all the numbers add up."

With a groan of defeat, as if there was much choice, Hibiya pushed himself up from his desk. "Alright. This one time, I agree a short break will help. But I need to come back to this before the day is over."

[gloryundimmed]

a forehead kissie!! for kai!! bc alison wants to make sure he remembers he’s loved 💕

Because he was deep in thought, the kiss shocked him for a second, but the initial shock quickly shifted into a soft smile. The day had been a tough one, and he was never good at keeping his emotions at bay. After knowing him for so long, she could read him like a book, and he wouldn’t have it any other way. The emotional support she gave him was worth more than anything else in the world. It had given him the strength to turn his life around, to become something he never thought possible. Something good. Truly, it was all due to Ali.

“How do ya always know when I need that the most? It’s like ya have a little sensor inside of you or somethin’.” Kai pulled her closer and rested his head on her shoulder, closing his eyes as he let out a deep breath. Things were still tough, but he knew he could weather anything as long as she was by his side.