#hope this is ok ♥♥♥

[jinstronaut]

i still orbit you, and nothing’s changed, but if there’s no name to love, everything has changed. (cr. namuspromised, lyric translation doolsetbangtan)

happy birthday @cordiallyfuturedwight 💜💜💜

[mercymaker]

also, sorry for going quiet in some chats and servers, lately i've just been so incredibly overwhelmed that i'm struggling to keep up with absolutely everything

[anniemaar]

My drawing for the @kakairu-discord-server’s Secret Anbu Exchange event! I hope you like it, @cyhyr :D

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[schnaf]

how to flex your muscles when your bandmate asks you for help without making it obvious

[deadn30n]

◟ CHARACTER STUDY ◝ → 𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒𝐓𝐄𝐄𝐋 𝐘𝐨𝐧𝐞

art cred.

↳ 𝐍𝐀𝐌𝐄: Yone. ( last name is unprovided based on his personal preference ) ↳ 𝐓𝐈𝐓𝐋𝐄𝐒: Band Mom, Reaper of the Azakana ↳ 𝐀𝐆𝐄: 26 ↳ 𝐖𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: aprox. 185lbs ( much of it is muscle ) ↳ 𝐇𝐄𝐈𝐆𝐇𝐓: 5'10 ↳ 𝐁𝐈𝐑𝐓𝐇𝐃𝐀𝐘: Unspecified. ↳ 𝐑𝐄𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍𝐒𝐇𝐈𝐏 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐒: Not looking. ↳ 𝐆𝐄𝐍𝐃𝐄𝐑: Cis male. ↳ 𝐎𝐑𝐈𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐀𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍: Bisexual, male pref. ↳ 𝐅𝐀𝐌𝐈𝐋𝐘: Yasuo ( younger brother ), Mother ( deceased ), Father ( deceased ) ↳ 𝐇𝐀𝐈𝐑 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: White w/ streaks of red ↳ 𝐄𝐘𝐄 𝐂𝐎𝐋𝐎𝐔𝐑: Emerald

Further information below the cut ↴

𝐈. native-born to the city of Nagasaki in Japan, up until the age of ten years old, Yone lived a relatively ordinary and normal life. he was neither rich nor poor, suspended somewhere in between, and his parents were nothing noteworthy themselves. both held 9 to 5 jobs in offices, and the boys grew up practically on their own without supervision, due to their parents being busy with work. Yone knew not that this ordinary and relatively easy-going lifestyle of his was destined to change mere days after his tenth birthday. because at the age of ten, Yone died.

𝐈𝐈. more specifically, Yone was drowned by a Japanese water spirit called a kappa. that Kappa itself was the underling of a far more terrifying creature, one that had never-before been documented by humans, and who's existence was entirely unknown to the living. that creature, as Yone would come to learn very quickly, was called an Azakana. Azakana, as they called themselves, were infamous in the spirit realm for feasting on both the deceased and the spirits of living humans. they were cunning, smart, and extraordinarily violent. once an Azakana had set it's sights on you, you no longer belonged to yourself. it would hunt you until the moment of your last breath before claiming you, much as this particular Azakana had done to Yone. this Azakana, who called himself Yamauba, had been hunting Yone from a very young age. when it came time to claim Yone's spirit, Yamauba encountered something very strange... he could not scratch the surface of the human world, in any place Yone happened to be. due to this setback, he employed a lesser Japanese spirit called a kappa and had it drag Yone underwater, effectively drowning him in the lake near where he and Yasuo had been playing on vacation.

𝐈𝐈𝐈. further complications were still yet in store for Yamauba, as he discovered it was almost impossible to devour Yone's spirit. Yone, even in his terrified state of mind, was somehow so strong that Yamauba couldn't even get close. it enraged him, sending him into a frenzy, and spurring him to attack Yone in any way he could. as a result this further frightened the young child to a point he blindly picked up a sword laying nearby and desperately rammed it into Yamauba's heart. Yamauba was defeated, but did not fall the way he should have. no, as his last act of vengeance on the food he should've been allowed to consume, he wedged himself inside Yone's very spirit and cursed them both to live side by side, forever bound. to one another. in doing so, this would grant Yone the ability to freely traverse the spirit realm through a mask in the shape of Yamauba's face he returned to the living world holding. yes, Yone returned to life, but he wasn't the same. not anymore.

𝐈𝐕. from that day forward, Yone began to live a life not quite alive, but not quite dead either. he became acquainted with the mask and it's powers, what it could do for him & how to live alongside Yamauba's spirit sewn against his own. naturally one would assume that after returning to life, Yone would tell the whole world what he'd seen... but he decided against it. Yone was always much too smart for his own good, and as he grew more harmonious with his new power, he realized that if he told the world of the Azakana, it would spell the end of life itself. so he chose instead to make it his life mission to exterminate every last Azakana, so no one else would ever have to suffer the way he does. to this day, his spiritual powers and his otherworldly deeds are known by none except himself.

𝐕. he did his best to return to an ordinary life; growing up alongside his younger brother and sharing similar passions with him. both boys discovered they had a particular fondness for edm and music-mixing in general, and likewise pursued careers as djs side-by-side. Yone's own fame ignited at the mere age of just sixteen as he stormed the underground of Nagasaki with his quirky and unique style of music that blended darksynth with cybersynth. he was recognized by a popular japanese music label and signed on, taking to the charts at record speed and going so far as to impress audiences from all over the world.

𝐕𝐈. however, one day he just... disappeared. he stopped attending live gigs, stopped producing music, deleted all of his social media and seemed to vanish off the face of the planet entirely. even Yasuo had no idea what became of him, but he could take a wild guess what might've triggered it. at the time, Yone was barely 22 and at the height of his musical career... so why had he disappeared? so many fans were left with so many questions -- the internet was filled with hundreds of controversies, but only one could even scratch the surface of what might've triggered him to disappear from the face of the public entirely. it was the mysterious death of his parents. to this day nobody can explain what killed Yone and Yasuo's parents, or why and how, and the event was as equally devastating for Yasuo himself, though he didn't react as drastically as Yone did. many publications have tried to spin stories of what happened, to glean as many details out of Yone and Yasuo as possible, but both men keep their mouth's shut, and only one of them knows the truth.

𝐕𝐈𝐈. Yone would not return to the world of music until a few months after he turned 26, when Sett of all people sought him out to recruit him for HEARTSTEEL. initially Yone had denied him, not just once... but several times. however, Sett was infuriatingly persistent to the point that Yone finally gave in and agreed to be the band's producer. Sett -- and K'sante, were both convinced that nobody but Yone was fit for the task, and after an annoying amount of persuasion, they finally got him to sign back on board with a record label. as well as becoming the band's producer, he was also largely responsible for mixing it's music as well. Aphelios handled the brunt of it, coming up with the basis for the tune ( as well as the lyrics ), and Yone refined it ( always with Aphelios' supervision ). thus, PARANOIA soon hit the charts and took over the world!

𝐕𝐈𝐈𝐈. Yone can be described as cool and collected; calculative and hard-working. first to rise, last to lay back down, and almost always diligently at work. he rarely grants himself time for rest, and has wound up in the hospital several times from exhaustion and other... mysterious circumstances, but seems to bounce back effortlessly each time. he's addicted to cold brew and has been seen goofing off from time to time ( typically because Sett's convinced him to play Teamfight Tactics with him ), but an air of mystery always surrounds him. he's arguably the least known member in the band when it comes to his personal life, and it's very clear he's got secrets he's hiding. he can be stern, and somewhat persistent when trying to wrangle the boys together, but he really does love his bandmates and would do everything in his power to protect them. they are his world; so even if he's hard on them, they've also been capable of winning him over when they really try. he's got a soft spot for those boys.

[muses-from-the-continent]

Starter for @starwrittenfates [Syanna]

Dettlaff froze when he saw her. How was this possible? It's been so long since he left Beauclair and she surely was the last person he ever expected to see again. Not that he ever wamted to see her again. He could feel a rage build up within him, but that wasn't the only feeling. Part of him felt strangely..glad to see her? Maybe it was relief. He didn't succeed killing her back then. "Rhen-" he stopped himself from saying it. "Syanna?"

There was a pause. The vampire stared at her for a moment, trying to process the feelings going through his head. He was clearly angry, but able to compose himself. "How..what do you want?" he asked, his voice gruff.

[calciferous-kelpie]

helooo!! i just wanted to say thank u so much for all the love on the selena post!! def wanted to give credit where it was due :D i’m so happy you liked her, it means so much! i hope you have an awesome day! :,0 🖤✨

Aww of course! 🥰 I really love your interpretation of Boxman, and it's super cool to see your version of his parents! And for real - I'm so happy my siren theory could inspire you! It really really means a lot to me to know when people like my ideas!

I hope you have an awesome day, too! 💖

[barebcnes]

Plotted, closed starter for @paramounticebound ♥

There's something surreal about the situation he's in; In fact, absolutely fucking everything is surreal about it, and yet here Leonard is, with his fingers swiping across what is essentially ancient technology, so old in fact that he had to do a proper amount of research before even attempting to put his fingers to good use.

Actually, part of him keeps wondering - why does he do this? Why the fuck did he decide to be here, right now, instead of staying somewhere nice for the duration of the Enterprise's repair? He could be literally anywhere, residing at a damn beach maybe, accompanied by a nice drink (Bourbon, definitely) and the ocean beneath his feet while recovering from the recent events.

But no, he's not. Leonard McCy is currently standing in what is most familiar to him: An Infirmary. Not just any, however, but a high-security one belonging to Starfleet, currently housing seventy-two (no, seventy-three!) frozen patients.

Soon it will be seventy-two, however, because guess what: McCoy is actually thawing one of them right now, the one that has caused a massive path of destruction (and a lot of headaches on top of that!). Perhaps he should question himself a bit more; He's absolutely fucking sober and yet here he is, having volunteered to do exactly that.

"---Gonna end up in hell, I guess.", is what he mumbles to himself as the pod opens; He's holding a data-padd in his free hand, continiously scanning the one with that familiar face, making sure he's not dying on him. Putting him back into cryosleep had been the most logical thing to do, but... dammit, he's a living being, that guy named Khan, and he deserves to get a fucking trial like everyone else would.

And, besides that, there might be more to him, actually. More to his story than what they all know by now...

Perhaps that's why Leonard is here. At least to a certain degree. He's human, he's sworn an oath, he's a doctor, all of those things have brought him where he currently is. I can handle him, he's said a few days ago, I have seen what he can do, I have studied his blood - at least a bit, I didn't have much time - and I know what he's capable of. Besides that, I'm a doctor, I have performed an emergency c-section on a damn pregnant Gorn, I know how to wake up patients from ancient cryosleep! (Not that said c-section has anything to do with handling 300 years old icicles, but still...)

Anyways - Does he know? No time to question anything - because McCoy is already here, and he cannot leave anymore. Fuck.

"---Easy.", is what he says next, as soon as he sees a spike within Khan's vitals. It must be unpleasant to wake up under such conditions - the body remains cold for a while, suspects start shivering in an attempt to warm themselves up, nausea usually appears as well as dizzyness and confusion. As much as the anger about what has happened mere days ago still boils within the doctor's core - he's just that, a doctor. He cares for his patients, even if one of them is named Khan Noonien Singh.

Who has been frozen - and thawed - twice by now, on top of it all. It must be even more unpleasant to go through that whole deal multiple times within a rather short amount of time.

"Easy, easy.", he repeats like a mantra, hazel eyes flicking back and forth, focusing on his data-padd and on the man's features. His heart-rate is quite high, which is normal, but also a bit concerning, all things considered. "---It's just cryosleep. You're waking up from it. Try to remain calm and take even, deep breaths..." Easier said than done, but still - Leonard is at least trying to comfort that Augment here.

[shevr]

Dang what question do you ask a cool person uuuuuuuh whats your fav piece of clothing you own

waaah i don't actually know huuuuhhh here's a selection of 3 that i'm thinkin of right now

( read more cuz it got long )

/1 this thing that i think is supposed to be mostly like a dress-shirt thing but that i prefer to wear as an open long shirt instead. this is a bad pic of it

/2 this yugioh shirt that ive had since i was at least 10 years old and honestly almost never wore since then but. it's still sick actually n i should wear it more

3/ 2 absolutely sick crop top designs from @gawki

[zorkaya-moved]

As promised, he would be back.

The meeting had taken long enough, a quick catch up in regards to ideas either wanted to share, an estimates price set for his efforts; home, he wanted nothing but to go home and finish where they had left off, where he had left her off.

In the back of hisbhead he could still recall the way her lips had tightened around his cock, how warm the inside of her mouth had been, saliva coating hard erecrion as Zarina had swallowed him again and again, the tip of the architect's cock having slid so neatly down her throat. It had been hot, she had been hot, beautifully so as she had been on her knees, swallowing away as Kaveh had been pushed to his limits, hand tangled in her hair as he had come in her mouth.

Again, he wanted her again, hotter.

Warmer.

Closer.

So oh, what a sight to behold as he entered the bedroom, witnessing the sight of his woman spread on top of sheets, fingers drenched in wet coating from running against her own clit. Eyes would lock, Kaveh remaining in the door as he eyed her, the way her body laid on the bed and how she, clearly, yearned at his return. They ached for each other, Kaveh just as well as zarina, him making the move further into her bedroom, closer to the bed she claimed; " ~ don't stop."

His voice was sweet, loving as Kaveh would allow a hand to reach out and graze her thigh as he'd stand by her, merely watching. " You look extremely hot right now, so exceptionally beautiful ; did it make you wet ? Taking my..." fingers would continue to graze her thigh, a gentle gaze offered alongside a warm, condiment smile.

"... cock to your mouth like a good girl?"

Compliments, affirmations. He would have lied if seeing her like this didn't make him horny. It did. Awfully so, cock already hardening from the sight of her hand between her legs, fully aware of how good her pussy felt on him, around him, rubbing against him as their hips would clasp together; kaveh knew, he knew far too well. The way she'd cling around him, demand more, harder, warmer. The way their bodies would seek the other so desperately, lips glued to each other.

He wanted to fuck her. Finish her.

But oh, how Kaveh yearned to see her finish for him; " ~ keep going, zarina... I want to see you cum for me," he'd utter warmly as a hand rose to remove red pins, blonde locks loosening and draping over his shoulders. Maroon glimmered, narrowing coyly whereas fingers curled up around her thigh, squeezing firmly.

A gentle laugh, " cum for me so I can fuck you again, and again, and again... to make up for letting me guide you to your knees."

@avaere

Returning home remains a blurry thought as she felt the aching heat between her legs, mind returning to the way Kaveh’s face looked when she would suck him off. The gleam in his eyes, the way he held back the noise so anyone outside of the office didn’t fear what they were doing. Many women disliked the taste of cum on their tongues, but Sokolova was more driven by the atmosphere and emotion to truly concentrate on taste. If anything, returning to that showcase made her only wetter, a subtle cough to stifle the moan that threatened to leave as she was trying to reach back home. Some people asked if she was ok to which she’d only smile apologetically and say she was hurrying back home because the heat was getting too much. It was, it really was. It’s ridiculous how the blonde architect could make her feel like this. She’s had countless lovers before of any gender, but only Kaveh brought such intensity from her. Emotional bound only adds into the experience. 

But how unfair it feels when she’d shed the clothes in a hurry, struggling with the buttons at first before impatiently tossing the clothes to the side of her bed. Her mind swims to the thoughts of Kaveh returning here after the meeting, keys left on his table to ensure he won’t forget. He wouldn’t be so mean to her, he’s too kind and too warm and the look he gave her when she was leaving gave her all the answers. It’s exciting to think about him ‘catching’ her pleasing herself when it wasn’t exactly a secret with her last words. Oh, she has to swallow thickly at the thought. 

Oh, but Sokolova remains stubborn about presentation as she takes out a short nightdress to put on herself. It may not be needed at all, but she’s a stickler for being pretty and being watched, so why not put on something of a warmer color and something that is a bit more sweeter to entice. No underwear, and she knows she’ll need to drag the straps off her shoulders to play with her own chest. Fuck, she almost moans out loud when she takes off her clothes and sees the arousal on her panties. She wanted to touch herself so bad while the feeling persisted, her clit ached for touches and stimulation and when she put on the nightdress, it almost made her shudder as the fabric felt just a bit cool against her hardened nipples. She usually runs cold, but the experience and the weather outside does make her mind race and blood pump. 

Even the sheets feel cool when she lays down, feeling herself twitch as she drags the straps of her nightdress down her shoulders, dragging the fabric down so she can play with her chest without anything hiding it. It really is unneeded, this nightdress, it’ll just cover her stomach at this point, but it’s the fullness of the picture that counts. Wouldn’t it be fun to imagine how she was trying so hard to be presentable for Kaveh only for her to be so impatient at the thought of him coming back? To her? It’s perverted, but it feels so good. 

As her hand reaches down below, her body shudders when the pads of her fingers finally graze across her clit, forcing a soft whine to be heard in the empty room. Fuck, she hopes Kaveh will be home soon, she hopes her one and only will be here to catch her and watch her and just take in how much she fucking wants him. The desperation, the neediness, the want. He’s all she wants and all she will ever want. Only he can make her be so soft, so loving, but also so absolutely debauched despite her wild side. Oh, she gives up that control to him so easily, falling apart or ordering around depending on what their mood is. 

Right now, her fingers will do… 

…But it’s not enough. 

Her breathing is heavy as she tries to reach some sort of satisfaction, her fingers deep inside her leaking pussy as she tries to please herself. It’s not enough, something is missing, someone is missing. And it makes her swallow audibly when she hears the door open. Her eyes open, her body stills, her fingers still deep fucking inside her - wet from ehrarousal, there is a thin layer of sweat covering her skin as she’s been at it for a bit now. With her cheeks flushed, eyes swimming, and deep breathes, Zarina feels herself squeeze around ehr own fingers at the presence of Kaveh finally coming back to her. 

He’s looking at her. He likes what he sees. He enjoys looking at her. He’s looking, he’s studying, he’s connecting the dots, he’s been wanting her too and he’ll praise her, right? He will watch how she’s so messy and so fucking turned on just at the thought of him, from just sucking him off in the office and now wanting for a reward for a job well done. He’ll watch her please herself, call his name, reach that climax. Yes, she missed him. He was the missing component to make her body go into overdrive, but also his words. 

“Kaveh…” She breathes out, the tone of her voice just a pitch higher than usual and a note of whining echoes through it. Her body twitches as she takes her fingers out, feeling the emptiness that causes her to almost close her legs off but his hand on her thigh prevents her from doing that. He can see the slick coating her fingers, he knows how she tastes. Only a second to wonder if he wants to lick it off or if he’ll tell her to do it for him, as a show. It doesn’t matter: anything he asks right now, she’ll do. Becaus ehe’s watching and it’s a turn on, it’s so fucking hot to think about how the architect will watch her come undone without doing anything but watch. With his eyes glued to her, taking in every twitch, every breath, every thrust of her fingers inside, every change of her expression, every way her lips would move in a way to give him a better picture and say his name. Everything. 

And when he asks if she got wet from sucking him off in the office right before the client’s meeting?

“Yeah,” she responds honestly, breathless and so turned on. Her voice is heavy with lust, there is a velvety note to it as she wishes to allure and make herself even more alluring. To drive him insane about her, so he’ll be as crazy about her as she was for him. Because she was his, his Zarina. “Wanted to touch myself then, but… your client…” 

Wouldn’t it be so fun to do it next time when they have more time? To let him know that going down on him makes her wild, hearing him groan or moan her name out, having his hand in her hair, letting her deep throat him… What fun. If she touched herself then, the vibrations from her moaning would only enhance the experience, but it’s not now. It’s not now when Kaveh tells her to finish for him, to please herself in front of him as he’ll watch. Her reward sounds so tempting, she immediately knows what roles they’ll take right now and it makes her moan when she absent-mindedly (more likely, in a lustful daze) touches her clit with her wet fingers. It aches, fuck, it aches so bad and she’s so sensitive now. Because she’s exposed, because her beloved architect is watching. With an eye on art, she hopes that this picture of herself is one of his favorites. 

“Then climb on the bed and watch me closely,” she tilts her head to the side, breathing out with a small smirk appearing on her face. Her gaze is glued to him as his hair falls down on his shoulders, he looks like a god worthy of worship and she’ll always be ready to get on her knees for him if he asks. Zarina wants to drive him mad, to make him wish to have her more, become greedier and leave his mark on her. “Watch how… fuck, I take my fingers and imagine they’re yours… Don’t look away.” 

He can settle down in front of her so he can see the way she spreads her arousal, letting her fingers play with her puffy clit. Zarina moans openly without holding back when she starts to play with it, rubbing slowly in circles. Her legs spread a bit more, her mind is wired at the thought of Kaveh looking. Looking at her, looking at the way her body arches when he presses on that aching clit and lifts her hips up just a bit, begging her own self to fill the emptiness. So she teases herself, not letting her fingers dive deep inside her core and instead edging herself by teasing her clitoris, her legs tense and so does her body, mouth opening in moans and whimpers of his name. Look at her, want her, desire her by  watching the show she’s giving.

“Fuck, Kaveh, mhm, Kaveh~” She utters his name like a gospel, melodic yet just a higher pitch. Similar to how she begs him to fuck her more. Her body yearns for more, to feel full, to find that sweet spot. She feels warm, so fucking warm, almost hot when her fingers finally tease her opening, she ensures her palm still teases her clit, it almost makes her close her legs but she keeps them open because she has a viewer, a beloved one at that. So when she dips her fingers inside, they easily slip in, she takes two of them at the same time as she’s already worked herself up.

But Kaveh knows, her two fingers may not be enough when she wants to cum faster. She moans again as she curls her fingers inside her gummy walls, feeling them acquiesce around her digits. Her mouth opens to take in larger breaths, her chest heaves, but instead of leaving it alone, Sokolova uses her free hand to play with it. To pinch nipple, to massage the sensitive flesh as her fingers would thrust in and out. When she reaches that sweet spot, her hips lift up again, wishing to get her fingers deeper, but it doesn’t always work (that’s why she has toys). 

Repeated actions, change between thrusting her fingers and curling them inside her, then play with her chest. It continues to turn her on more because she knows Kaveh’s watching, he’s watching how much wetter she gets, he hears the squelching sounds, he watches her moan and lose herself in self-pleasure. And oh, he knows she’s close by the way her voice hits a higher note, delicious and sweet in its delivery. Her mind is fuzzy and misty as she knows she’s trying to fuck her own fingers, the fact that Kaveh’s watching melting in the back of her mind as she chases that particular high when she finds the way to curl her fingers just right to hit that spot, to angle her hips a bit, to squeeze her chest a bit stronger (to make it hurt just a bit, to pinch her nipple hard) until all she sees is white. 

“Kaveh, Kaveh, Kaveh!” She repeats his name, her mind yearning for him even in the midst of this climax. It almost sounds like a sob, almost, but it’s heavy and wanting. She feels herself squeeze around her fingers, her body tensing and she feels how that thread is snapping and her back arches, body trembles from the hit of delight at the peak of pleasure. Let her beloved watch, let her man see how insane he drives her, let him see she’ll give him anything be it a show or her everything. Let him know she fucks her fingers and always says his name while doing so because she imagines him and only him doing this to her. 

“Mhmm, haah,” she mewls, her body still trembling as her high leaves her sensitive and she knows she’s made a mess between her legs for him. Eyes are closed for a moment, her breathing is heavy and deep as Zarina whimpers when she takes her fingers out of her. Shes’s so sensitive, so fucking sensitive, it felt good to come undone and let Kaveh watch. It’s so hot of him to watch, to witness, to study, to know this is how she gets off when they’re far apart. The desperation and the yearning. 

Golden eyes open, misty and clouded with lust as she seeks out her beloved through the thin layer of tears gathering in the corners of her eyes. She blinks them away, only now noticing that it seems like as she was moaning out loud, a thin trail of saliva rolls down her chin. Ah, she’s so messy, but it’s all better for the show, isn’t it? So debauched for him, so openly perverted, so fully his and his alone. 

“W-was I…Was I good?” Through the veil of lust and still coming down from her orgasm, sensitivity all too high and her body in overdrive, her question is almost silly. But she likes when he calls her a good girl, she likes when he praises her, she likes getting attention from him. And she likes when he talks to her, she simply adores his voice, his touch, him as a whole. Because she loves him, she loves him so ardently and deeply. And it’s so obvious in the way she looks at him, even with lust and arousal ruling her mind, there is such intense and deep love, there is adoration beyond any vocabulary known to any and all living beings of Teyvat. It’s deep and profound, there is endless devotion and loyalty and… so much love, an endless pit of love.

[lgchyuk]

picture perfect, with @leolgc timeline: d-1 to prom

he had seen people - literally - running around the campus, trying to find the most exquisite things and to be frank, hyuk was equally shocked (sometimes) and amused (most of the times), because even though his competitor traits would have him going crazy to lead house younggong win the competition, his laziness would probably take him to where he was now, looking from afar, as some students tried to take pictures or looking at the sky with a phone; pathetic, he thought.

“oh, please don’t tell me you’re joining this circus, hyung.” hyuk said, as he spotted one of his seniors walking in his direction but he didn’t seem to notice hyuk was just standing there; he looked absorbed, glancing down at his own phone.

[silvrmoon]

@selfsabotaqe ♥ 1/2

with the amount of time the two females spent together on screen, it was only natural for their relationship to blossom despite their rivalry on screen. while sierra often found herself missing the safety of her apartment and the comfort of her childhood home, she would be lying if she said she didn't enjoy being in the other's company. their laughter fills the air, a stack of papers sitting on her lap as the brunette sits comfortably against the couch. "okay, i think this is enough for tonight." placing the script down onto the coffee table, dark hues settle on the other's attractive features. " what do you say we have a drink ? or two. i mean, we had a pretty long day." she suggests with a mischiveous grin, hoping that the other female was as excited to spend some time in her company as she was.

[scott94]

@postguilt said:

A text, way too late at night. All it reads is “send cute animal pics.” He needs it.

immediately upon digging his phone out from beneath the stacks of books piling beside his bed, scott is smiling, but there's worry lines creasing his forehead and pulling his eyebrows together. scott could read between the lines, especially when it came to stiles.

message: you've come to the right place, miecz.

message: is that enough? i have more. message: the last two are of chief... he always does weird shit when a camera is in his face. i have more of those too. message: you wanna talk?

[catsbootleg]

sorry I haven't posting lately guys

hope yall are still doing awesome and rad tho 👍

your f/os wanna kiss you so bad though fr ong guys

(unless you don't like kisses. they still love you very very much though)

[wcvensouls-archive]

        for a long time, koo ryeon had kept the past to herself, failing miserably at any attempt of leaving behind the suffering and shame she felt whenever those memories made their way back to her thoughts. after all, a love like the one they had experienced at that time was not one that could easily be forgotten  —  as joonggil had also proven. while ryeon knew that he had once been the man she would do anything for, she also knew he had gone through a lot more ever since she had left that life behind, not at all expecting him to carry the same wounds and regrets that she still did. the leader of the risk management team also never expected for it all to come to the surface, even somewhat fearing what would happen if that were to come true. would he despise her because of her actions and the consequences of it?  truth be told, she wouldn’t blame him for it if he did.

        however, the reaction she was actually met with was unlike anything she had  imagined. now that they were here and everything was out in the open… why not make the most out of it?  it was true that she still held deep and complicated feelings for him, but she knew that their life as husband and wife was too far in the past to be picked up where they had left off. even so, ryeon would be pleased to simply have him as a friend  —  if that was something he also wanted. after all, they would still be seeing each other through jumadeung’s halls and she did not wish to leave such a heavy weight hanging above their heads. perhaps it was finally time for both of them to heal.

        as joonggil returned to his rightful position, she felt it was only fitting to pay him a visit. raising her head and taking a deep breath, ryeon made herself known with three knocks on the door that sounded both gentle and determined at the same time. as she was signaled to come in, she opened the door and took a few steps in with a subtle smile on her lips.  “ it’s nice to see you back in your office, it’s like you’ve never left. ”

@flametethered  :  closed starter .

[ouroboobos]

i get that its a joke or whatever but i think if you comment "mommy? sorry. mommy? sorry" under some random persons video you go to hell forever and ever