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[philzokman]

natsume soseki did not say "don't say 'i love you', instead say 'the moon is beautiful tonight, isn't it'" FOR NONE OF YOUS TO WRITE IT INTO UR FICS!!!!!!!!

[lionsguaard]

kova has met the famed bull a few times, but rarely have they gotten a chance to speak. not with them oft working in different sectors when kova does offer to aid the eorzean alliance, but this time she does not hesitate in her approach. not when someone is trusted that has done nothing to earn it.

" you would offer kindness and th' warrior's services to one who has brought as much destruction as the black wolf? " arms crossed, the lionhearted hunter raised a brow. " pray tell the reasons for your decision before you put my friend's life on the line?" / @aetherbled

[inky-bun]

Soooo there’s this P03 blog that briefly entertained the idea of Pebbles and P03 meeting

Aaaand I took it and ran with it

[jakowskis]

i wrote an owandy fic 😳 read it if u dare

[poems-of-a-lover]

i wanna lay in bed with a boy and watch a movie and hug him close as he combs thru my hair until i eventually fall asleep in his arms

[ionozoned]

( this feels so real for them both. and the laundering one is so real for specifically iono 100% she would- and probably Does. )

[elfyourmother]

The Princess and the Emissary.

[erebius-a]

"i watch fucking seinfeld" is vic ME?????????????? vic = chuckles confirmed

the rumor come out: does victor conley is chuckles?

[mcltiples]

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@countlessrealities sent; 💗 [[ Angel & Alastor, because I wanna have a laugh at my psycho expenses xD ]]

"'t's not bad -- come 'ere, Alasta, let's fool around~"

[izumith]

#007. Nuestros personajes huyen de un grupo de música escocesa que no dejan de tocar la misma canción. @limeonie @mikuzsoy

por más que se alejaban, seguía escuchando al insistente grupo. “¿será que no tienen más repertorio?” frunce el ceño, no está molesta, pero sí encuentra toda la situación extraña. “mira, vámonos por este pasillo” señala un pasillo al costado, a su parecer lucía que llevaba a un lugar más alejado. “a este paso, voy a quedar con la canción grabada en la mente y la escucharé en mis sueños”

[hells-fvry]

🌈 🎈🎂❓ ❤️

🌈 — name(s) & pronouns: Skippy/Skips/Skip (fun fact its a nickname i got in highschool after getting in trouble because of skippy brand peanut butter lol) and they/them!!

🎈 — gender and/or sexuality: nonbinary grey-pansexual is the most accurate way i can describe it lol

🎂 — age and/or birthday: i just turned 26 on may 9th uwu

❓ — three adjectives that describe you: uh uh uh Passionate, Open-Minded, aaaaand Loud (im hoh its hard Not to yell sometimes lmao)

❤️ — what are some of your best qualities?: okay well tying back into the adjectives one, i guess its my passion and open mindedness i like the most. i dont like to do things half assed when it comes to the needs of living things; and what i mean by that is ill buy an animal/plant from the store if it isnt doing well because it isnt doing well and i wanna try and help. im willing to drive hours if someone/something needs me to (say liiiike driving over an hour with a baby hummingbird i found outside Much too small to care for itself because that was where the closest bird sanctuary was. distance didnt matter, the bird did). i always get asked why i do stuff like that, go out of my way for people/things and like. why not? why not give that guy with the homeless sign a few dollars? who cares if they arent actually homeless? youre going to potentially not give someone five whole dollars because they might not need it? id rather be scammed and think i helped someone than wonder if i ignored someone who needed help. if they scammed me, thats on their consciousness not mine. i alwasy think its funny when i get called gullible or w/e when i do stuff like this, people tell me im going to 'get taken advantage of' like can you imagine judging someone for being too kind? its Wild to me idk

[mcltiples]

There were many things that Alastor wanted to say. Yet, he couldn't bring himself to. It's not like Vox would even care. If the Media Demon wanted him, then he would ask for it. If he didn't, he would stay out of the way.

And that's what he intended to do.

"In case we're both not clear, it's you who's not interested. You underestimate me, but I'm not going to stay here and beg. I'll see you when you decide you want to stop playing games with my heart."

The Radio demon wouldn't wait for a response, he would put his hands behind his back and walk away. Vox knew where to find him. So he wouldn't have to worry about that. Instead, he had a free day to disappear to wherever he pleased.

Don't react, don't react, don't react...

And he manages not to, even if he can't suppress the shiver that runs down his spine and sparks up a flash of electricity between his antennae. Feeling those claws on his chest, tracing what's supposed to be a symbol of love...it's so easy to fall into the trap and let himself hope.

But not today.

"I'd consider you an option if you were actually interested, darling. But we both know that your attention is...elsewhere. So yes, I'll see you tonight. If neither of us forgets about it."

[soundwave-radioandbroadcast]

i just started chapter 10 of Asymptote but I read the opening and had to make this.

" Ratbat… well, he got sad when his wings got wet"

Fucking help fhdsjkf

[senblades]

Ive know of FFTSR for quite a while, but i started reading it a few days ago and ITS SO GOOD. Im HOOKED, im 35 chapters in and ive been loving every word of it.

I love how you write the characters, you understand then so well that they really feel like themselves. It feels like im experiencing Persona 5 Royal for the first time all over again

I'm really glad you're enjoying! And ty ty very much for the kind words, too!

fhdsjkf you have given me the motivation to write a scene I was going to put off until tomorrow LMAO ty for this

I hope you enjoy the rest of the fic, as well <3 <3 <3

[puppyluvfics]

Shallow | O.de/Oh Seungmin

O.de/Oh Seungmin | part of Not In The Same Way: MTL Series WC: 1.3k Genre: Angst/Smut(?) Summary: You loved Seungmin. You did. Yet, somewhere in that love, you lost yourself, turning into a mirror image of him, which is something you grew to hate. Warnings: there's like... slight smut? It's skippable if you want it to be, but it's there. A/N: THIS WAS IN MY DRAFTS FOR SO LONG I FORGOT TO HIT PUBLISH FHDSJKFS SORRY. Also: the smut part of this... maybe I will expand on one day (no promises) because. mmm hatefucking <3 OK SORRY GOOD LUCK OSEUMI LOVERS

“I… Listen. I loved you. And maybe, deep down, there’s a part of me that still does. But that part of me is so lost… it isn’t fair to me and it isn’t fair to you. I’ll see you around, okay? Take care of yourself.”

Seungmin’s world felt like it was crumbling. Everything had seemed just fine, this morning. Right…? He felt blindsided, and frankly, incredibly hurt. He looked back into your eyes, and God, it stung. What was once a gaze of adoration and love had been replaced with confusion and pain.

“What are you even saying, (Y/N)? We’re a team, we’re… we’re us. What happened to that?”

You sigh heavily, sitting on the arm of the couch, running your hands over your face.

“That’s the thing, Seungmin. We… I’m not myself anymore. I’m you. I don’t even know who I am outside of being with you anymore, and that scares me.” Your voice was barely above a whisper, cautious about what you were saying.

“So, what? You’re just going to throw away everything we have and everything we are just because you’re having an identity crisis? You don’t think that’s a little unfair to me? I’m supposed to be your boyfriend, I’m supposed to help you through shit like this!” He said, raising his voice only a bit. He wasn’t yelling at you. Far from it. But he was so damn frustrated, and you could tell. Still, his words cut, deep.

“I’m not throwing anything away! But it isn’t fair to me, either! I wake up and I look in the mirror and I don’t recognize that person!” You retort, matching his volume.

He lets out a sound, a mix between a sigh and a scoff.

“Nice. Real nice, (Y/N). Being like me is so damn bad that you’d rather throw this away than try to work through it with me by your side.” He said, eerily calm, clearly extremely hurt, despite misinterpreting your words.

“You’re putting words in my mouth, Seungmin. Stop it. I didn’t say that. I’m…” You sigh again, exhausted from the arguing. “I’m not doing this to be selfish, I’m doing this for us, don’t you understand that? You deserve someone who compliments you, not a carbon copy of you. And that’s what I’ve turned into.” You spoke slowly, trying to make him understand.

“Well, there’s one thing that you didn’t copy from me. You’re so goddamn self centered and shallow.” He said, his tone biting. You know he didn’t really mean it, that he was just lashing out in anger but, fuck, that hurt more than anything you could ever muster up to say to him.

“Seungmin, what the fuck?” Your voice comes out hushed, small, and hurt.

“No, I’m sorry, I didn’t mean it.” He said, realizing the extent of the damage he’d done. You huff, standing up, pushing past him to the door. 

“I’ll see you around, Seungmin.” You said, leaving those being the last words you said to him, for a good while.

~~~

Not a long enough while, though. It hadn’t been more than a week before you had bumped into him while you were out with some friends, ironically, trying to drink away the thoughts of him. You had debated calling him before this, over and over again, but you stayed strong. Still, there you stood, your feet aching in the heels you’d squeezed them into, your eyes fixated on his figure, standing on the opposite end of the bar, waiting for his drink. 

“Please, please do not let him be here with someone else,” You thought to yourself. You were the one who had broken up with him, sure, but still, it had only been a week or so. You stayed by your friends, just observing him for the duration of a song or two, releasing a held breath when you realized that he was here alone. Did you want to walk over to him? You were the one who left him, after all. And it was messy to say the least. You knew you would hate yourself for it later, but you walked over to him, sitting next to him, clearing your throat to make your presence known. 

He turned to look at you, his eyes widening. He didn’t know what shocked him more - the fact you were sitting there next to him, or the fact you were showing a good amount of skin in what you had worn. 

“Hey.” You said, quietly. 

“Hey…” He replied, just as quietly. 

~~~

You didn’t know how it happened. Multiple drinks and hours later, he and you were drunkenly stumbling through your once shared apartment, leaving filthy, needy kisses all over each other. Your lips had attached to his neck, leaving dark red hickeys and bites all over him, all the while his hands found their way down to your hips, pressing hard into your skin. A few more steps and you found yourself bent over the arm of the couch - the same couch you had sat on and argued with him less than a week ago. It didn’t matter to you now, though. All that mattered was him, the feeling of his hands on you, the feeling of your skirt getting hiked up and your strapless top getting yanked down. The feeling of him pushing your head down into the couch as he fucked you from behind. You couldn’t consider it hate fucking, neither of you hated each other. Hell, maybe you were right, maybe you did hold love for him still, somewhere deep inside you. Probably as deep as his cock was hitting, if you were being honest with yourself. 

It wasn’t until a little after 3am that the two of you had both tapped out, breathing heavily on the couch. You were laying in his arms, something that hadn’t happened in a while, even when you were together. His chest rose and fell in tandem with yours, but what you didn’t know was that while you laid there blissed out, sweaty and on cloud nine, brainless, he laid there thinking. It wasn’t that he didn’t enjoy the sex, of course he did. So, it came as a shock, even to him, when he spoke. 

“You should go.” He said, quietly, stoic. 

“What?” You asked, immediately hurt. Sure, this wasn’t hate sex, but wasn’t it make up sex?

“I… (Y/N), this was…” He couldn’t bring himself to say the word mistake. He didn’t see it like that. He never did before, and that hadn’t changed. He simply sighed, letting his arms fall away from you. “I’m sorry.” He said, hoarsely. You could tell this was just as hard for him as it was you, but that didn’t exactly make you feel better in this moment. You nodded, fighting your own emotional breakdown, pulling your clothes back on as best as you could given your sweaty, sticky state. You said nothing as you walked to the door, despite wanting to say so much. Anything, really.

The fact of the matter was, he had changed just as much as you had… you were quite literally two halves of a whole, but that whole was now shattered beyond repair. You weren’t just him, you were you and he was him. Together you were the best and worst of each other. But there was nothing you could do or say, now. You had made your bed, and now you had to lie in it, alone. Maybe, in another timeline, things would have worked out and you would have realized that he was right - you were being self-centered and shallow. At least you got what you wanted… now you had no choice but to figure out who you were, without him.

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