#ilu aurora

[miasmaghoul]

Miasma I am begging you to bless us with Aurora/Cirrus classical orchestra AU, my head is full of chamber ghoulettes

This is...way more than three sentences lmfao. Idk, it took on a mind of its own. Not NSFW, but probably suggestive.

Warnings for mild emotional hurt/comfort, anxiety, D/s dynamics and safe, nonsexual choking.

Aurora chews the inside of her cheek, smoothing the front of her sleek black gown with trembling hands as she observes her reflection. She's the last one in the dressing room, the rest of the orchestra already lined up in the hall waiting to file on stage, the din of excitement bleeding through the door and making her stomach twist.

There's no reason for her to be so nervous - it's not her first performance, not even close. Hell, she's not even a soloist. Just one of ten cellists, and apparently the only one with sudden onset stage fright. She sucks in a shaky breath and shakes out her arms, the fine silver bangles on her left wrist jangling. She fusses over her honey colored curls, fiddles with the simple silver pendant around her neck, adjusts her shoulder straps - anything to delay the inevitable.

The doorknob rattles, impossibly loud for what it is, and Aurora freezes as her eyes dart to its reflection in her dressing table mirror.

A slender woman steps into the dressing room, clad in a sharp white suit with her jet black hair pulled back into a tight knot. Aurora's heart flutters in a different way when Cirrus lets the door click shut behind her. The sound of her heels against the floor sets off a cascade of goosebumps, and Aurora shivers as the hair on her arms stands up.

"You aren't in the lineup," Cirrus observes, stern. It's a tone Aurora knows well, one that certainly shouldn't be as comforting as it is. She feels Cirrus' hand come to rest on her lower back and it takes all of her willpower not to lean into the body beside her. She knows better. "Why?"

Aurora takes a deep breath before meeting her gaze in the mirror. Cirrus looks incredible, her simple makeup as elegant as her suit. The white doesn't wash her out. If anything, it makes her look all the more regal. Aurhoritative. As it should, Aurora supposes - a conductor should always command attention.

Aurora's eyes trace the neckline of her blazer where it plunges south. The partially unbuttoned silk blouse beneath it revealing lovely, pale skin - and a simple silver pendant. Aurora stares at it while she touches her own necklace, the matching pair of them shimmering in the glow of the dressing table lights. She swallows, forcing a deep breath through her nose.

"I don't know," she admits, wringing her hands. "I just...I got nervous."

It comes out as little more than a shameful whisper, but she knows Cirrus hears it. Cirrus hears everything.

"About?"

A cool, steady finger reaches out to caress her arm and Aurora's attention snaps to it. Cirrus' touch is electric as ever.

"I...I don't know," she repeats, clenching her fists. "I was fine earlier, but...but as soon as I saw everyone, out there I just -"

Aurora cuts herself off with a shake of her head, gesturing at the mirror as thought it could speak for her. Cirrus offers a thoughtful hum, and Aurora glances over at her. Takes in the sharp lines of her face and imagines what she'll look like on stage, baton in hand. Moving easy as the breeze itself, guiding them all through page after page of rich, vibrant music.

"Do you need my help, little bird?"

Aurora blinks up at her - even in her own sky high heels, Cirrus towers over her slight form - as the question swirls around her anxious mind. One she's been asked so many times before, when this same feeling has taken hold of her rational mind and left her feeling woefully out of control. The meaning behind them clicks when Cirrus tilts her head, eyes tracing the rosy column of Aurora's neck, and with a deep sigh she sags against the dressing table.

"Please," she whispers, straightening up before Cirrus can demand it. She manages a deep breath as she turns, lifting her chin and exposing her throat entirely. "Please, Sir," she says, and it earns her a loving caress along an exposed clavicle.

"That's my girl," Cirrus murmurs, and without a moment's pause long, elegant fingers encircle Aurora's throat. Not squeezing - not yet - fingertips resting over her thrumming pulse. "Deep breath."

Aurora's eyes slip shut as she obeys the gentle order, sucking down air until she can't possibly hold any more. The tension threaded through her muscles starts to coalesces in her chest, a swirling mass of stress creeping closer and closer to the place Cirrus' hand holds her. She savors her exhale as she reaches for Cirrus' arm, her own fingers trembling as the grabs hold, a little contact needed to ground herself for what's to come. Cirrus reaches up to cup her cheek, and Aurora looks up at her with wide eyes and parted lips.

"Do you need me?"

Aurora nods, gripping Cirrus's sleeve tighter. The other woman leans down and kisses her cheek, and finally, finally, her hand start to tighten. Slowly, though. Cirrus always starts slow - she adores the way Aurora's eyes slide put of focus far too much to rush. Fingertips press into her arteries and Aurora's knees wobble, that spiral of anxiety caught in her chest already starting to fade to distant static.

"Do you trust me?"

Another nod, more fervent - she doesn't trust anyone as much than she trusts Cirrus. The scent of her perfume clings in Aurora's nose, jasmine on a warm summer night, and more of her panic dissipates. Cirrus kisses Aurora's other cheek, breath warm against her soft skin, and her grip tightens even more. Aurora's vision begins to blur just as Cirrus pulls back - not far, but enough to look her in the eye.

"Do you love me?"

"Yes," Aurora gasps, a squeak more than anything else, but it's all she needs. The hand on her throat squeezes, building pressure in her head chasing away the last dregs of the fear that had gripped her moments ago.

Cirrus kisses her then, closed mouthed but still devastating. It steals what little air remains in her lungs, a rush of air through her nose, and as her pulse pounds in her ears it drowns out anything that isn't Cirrus. Her eyes fall closed, and just as she starts to go limp -

"Now fly."

Cirrus' hand vanishes, blood rushes to her head in a flood of endorphin-induced ecstacy, and Aurora collapses against her while she gulps down breath after breath. The room spins when she opens her eyes, but it doesn't matter - all that matters is the way Cirrus' arms feel wrapped around her oxygen deprived body. One hand rubs her back, cool against the skin exposed by her gown, and Aurora focuses on that soothing motion while her world rights itself.

"You did beautifully," Cirrus coos, stroking her hair without mussing her perfectly bouncy curls. Aurora sighs, a deeply pleased sound. "How are you feeling now, little bird?"

"Better," Aurora murmurs, feeling much looser than she had a few minutes ago. The icy flood of anxiety permeating her system is long gone, replaced with a pleasant lightness that makes her lips curl at the corners She wraps her arms around Cirrus' waist, giving her a squeeze before she steps back to smile up at the other woman. "Thank you for finding me," she breathes, nuzzling into Cirrus' hand when she hold her cheek again.

"I'll always find you, Ro," Cirrus replies, leaning down to kiss her forehead, and Aurora beams up at her. "Now," she says, pulling back to straighten her blazer, "shall we?"

Cirrus gestures at the door to the hall, and the butterflies in Aurora's stomach this time around are ones of pure excitement. She nods and gathers her booklet of sheet music, checking her makeup one just time before she leaves. It's still perfect, of course. Cirrus would never mar it - well, not on a night like this at least.

When she turns Aurora finds Cirrus holding out her hand, and she gladly takes it. Together they walk into the hall, and as Aurora joins her section Cirrus kisses the back of her hand.

They file on stage, she sees Cirrus standing tall on her podium, and Aurora knows this will be her best performance yet.

[variantia]

@alastgoodnight / lyric starter !

“ What is life WORTH LIVING if you don’t dance to anything ? ”

[prvtocol]

𝐵𝓇𝒾𝒶𝓃𝓃𝑒 𝐿𝒶𝓃𝒹𝓇𝓎 ... ❤️

[safert0fu]

10 fandoms, 10 characters, 10 tags

Basic rules: choose 10 fandoms that you are part of/support, and choose a favorite character from each of those. Then, tag ten folks!

Tagged by: @biff-adventurer thankoo for tagging me, ilu ♥

1. Vincent Valentine, Final Fantasy VII

2. Thancred, Final Fantasy XIV

3. D, Vampire Hunter D

4. Hotaru Tomoe/Sailor Saturn, Sailor Moon

5. Jing Yuan, Honkai: Star Rail

6. Watanabe, Punishing: Grey Raven

7. Lotus, Warframe

8. Oswald & Gwendolyn, Odinsphere: Leifthrasir (i'm not separating the lovers)

9. Furina, Genshin Impact

10. Aurora, Child of Light

Tagging: @brinnybee @dragonchants @lunariandelia @aroseyetbloomedwrites (:

[dstufabtstufr]

Shifting to avatar way of water DR script

1 hour cr = 1 week dr

~Backstory~

My father [ yugh'tey] was mated before he met ronal's older sister, with my mother [rhaynel] and thats how I was Born but my mother died while giving birth to me so then my father met ronal's sister [sil'aya]. They became T'shaki and olo'eyktan but just after my 3rd birthday came war and they both died in it so I was taken in by Ronal and Tonwari. But when I was 6 humans and I was kidnapped by the sky people, i learnt their ways and helped them learn ours, sky people told me that I was there to help them travel Pandora and then in turn I got to travel with them, yet when I was 10 I found out what they were doing to the people just before we left, and I knew I had to leave. One of the only things that gave me the strength to leave was hearing stories about Jake Sully and Neytiri, hearing about what he had gone through and how he was still able to beat the sky people gave me a lot of Hope for the night that I left, and ever since that night I'd always looked up to Jake Sully and Neytiri. But once I got back things were not easy, I was bullied and picked on a lot except by t'sireya. I was supposed to be the next T'shaki but being kidnapped stoped my training (obvi) so T'sireya is now going to be T'shaki. So I vowed to become the best hunter and Warrior, i got my hunters honor at 11, the youngest hunter heard of for centuries in our tribe and I am one of the best fighters in the clan.

~Claims~

☆Me (age,height ect..)

Nal'rhi

Nicknames nailhead, riri, nimnim and nim

15

B-day March 14

7'8

Metkayina

Top 5 of the best hunters and fighters in the clan

Pretty good at weaving

Royal family

Even tho I hate the sky people I can't help but love their music

Navi is like English to me the only way I can tell the difference is when I struggle alil to speak English is when I'm actually speaking English, besides swearing I'm basically fluent in English swears, they even slip into my normal speaking.

I'm very awkward but really funny

I fell first but neteyam fell way harder

And I'm close with the Sully family in general

I love everything outside rain or shine but my to favorite times to be outside is swimming in the rain or sunbathing on the nice warm sand.

My singing voice claim for traditional singing is Aurora the artist . Normal singing I sound like the lead singer of Paramore

My voice is me with a na'vi accent

I am really good at kluning which is how I call cheeto and ti'ayt to me

I'm best in the clan with my bow and same with my knife

I'm also very skilled on my ikran (cheeto) and same on ti'ayt (my ilu).

I can hold my breath for upward of 8 minutes

My feet are tough so they don't really get to hurt

I only have one insecurity which is my eyes, my every big eyes and Aonung has bullied me for that forever. But neteyam loves them and it makes me blush really hard when ever he compliments them.

×My Face×

○ My body ○

• my style •

°My weapons°

( with these arrows)

I made my knife after my first official hunt from the tooth of the akula I killed because it was a strong and brave hunter and Warrior like I strive to be.

[agoddamn]

218 + 219

Love the sheer stupidity in presuming a disease affects a specific group and then...putting that group in one place to all be infected together. I mean, that's not a logic complaint, this bit is completely realistic

Cannot WAIT to see Yuri get roided out and burn everything down

HUG ZA GREGORY

>Keith calls Mr. Black "Mister-kun"

Yellow eyes? Fuck is yellow eyes?

Anyway, everyone act surprised that Matthia ended up being the weak point (mind control or otherwise). I'm shocked, SHOCKED

And there's the suicide

Interesting relay power! I like this lady's design

Little Aurora? FINALLY

1) I like how NEXTs are explicitly responsible for the setting's crazy tech progress!

2) jfc that's fucking dystopic for her

From the way they're talking, it sounds like she's actually not an Ouroboros asset, though...? That's a surprise

Return of super hearing! I love that Kotetsu has a bunch of fiddly little uses for his powers that Barnaby doesn't

Wow, Yuri's actually making positive progress with his mother. Time for her to die

MINIVAN CHASE SCENE 😭 ilu Kotetsu...

[gortash]

please tell me about your eso oc. class? favourite weapon types? what’s her opinion of mannimarco? is she very loyal to her alliance?

omg i have too many eso characters but my Main Bitch™️ right now is local dunmeri asshole Meralyn Alor (aka Merry except never call her that. she will kill u only to bring u back to life to kill u again), she’s a necromancer who likes inferno staves. she also loves pretty, ornate staves with loads of decorations, no boring wooden sticks here thank u!

manninarco...... it’s complicated because they’re both necromancers, so she doesn’t necessarily see anything wrong with his necromancy (always fun when every character in the main storyline are all Necromancy Bad! like buddy i’m right here. u’ve seen my skeleton friends), but she does know better than to swear allegiance to a daedra (she’s a dunmer so of course the tribunal are the only gods who matter), plus since molag bal is one of the corners of the house of troubles, she’s probably extra wary of that.

now i haven’t decided if she’s gonna be my canon vestige yet, but she’d obviously be angry and bitter at him for the whole soul-stealing thing, especially considering he’s a fellow nedromancer. like mate, u could’ve picked literally anyone else smh

as for the ebonheart pact, i wouldn’t say she’s 100% loyal because she hates the idea of taking orders from anyone who isn’t a dunmer, plus having been raised with the whole Slavery Is Ok mindset of the dunmer, she Definitely doesn’t love being ordered around by argonians, but she does see the importance in the alliance. when the war ends, though, she’s not going to fight to keep the alliance together. she’ll always side with the dunmer.

i guess she’s also kind of an oddity, because she’s a telvanni, and they’re the one house that didn’t join the pact, but like i said, meralyn understands that it’s necessary and so she joins, though she’s gotta keep that necromancy hidden :-}

[humblegoat]

when it’s not really a romance-y kind of dnd party but your secret otp between ur barbarian and the bard end up going on a mission just the two of you and you gotta yell IT’S NOT A DATE to your brain

[sunsbled-archive]

@maljefe     /     five times     /     loni & ash five times noticed :     five times the receiver noticed the sender properly

i .     babylon

he doesn’t understand why anyone would willingly return to see him. for all he cares he’s a monster; something to exist for a single purpose before his use is all but gone and he can finally find peace in death. instead the moment he has left the  premises of  his hideout he’s greeted  with a witty remark that has him growl in anger and a comment that has his blood boil.   right.  he didn’t kill this one. he failed his one purpose  and now she’s here to rub it in his face like salt to a wound.     good for her, hopefully she finds some temporary entertainment  in this before she returns to whatever life she has.    it stings, to think that even someone he’d wanted dead had more of a life than him.      but it’s only fair, he assumes. it’s what he gets for being a stupid child with stupid hopes and even stupider dreams.    he tells her to leave before he rectifies his mistake; that it’s  foolish to return to see someone who clearly wanted your death.     except she  laughs and he turns around, furious. he gets it; he does.  he’s failed and it’s all the more hilarious that he thinks he can do injured what  he’s  not been able to do when he’s been in better condition.     something in his mind reminds him of the time he’s been called babylon and in a way it’s accurate  -  not because he’s an enemy to whatever god people believe in but because he, too, just witnessed his second destruction. he opens his mouth all snarl and anger and fangs, except it switches to surprise when sight is finally laid on the woman.    she’s ... amused,  yes. but it is neither in the entirely mocking way he expected nor in the kind of way one would be when faced with empty threats by someone weaker. it’s more like he just told her a funny joke and it takes him so off guard,   especially when he finally realizes that there’s more to someone he’d been so hellbent on killing. that she’s a person with a life as complicated and intricate as they come.   that she’s more of a person than he will ever be. and to add salt to the wound, she’s a beautiful one, too.

ii.     the beautiful and the damned

she came to him. injured and on the brink of death she came to him. as if all that brain she clearly possesses just decided to shut off and do the stupidest thing of all. because any sane person would go to someone who tried to kill them when they’re hurt and vulnerable. but maybe he’s the bigger idiot, he’d just spent a good amount of time trying to save her life after all. his hand hurts, it burns and he hates the way he knows he’ll  have  burns on the tips of fingers and frostbite on the rest of his body just  because  cauterization is the first thing he thought of. and now she’s asleep in his hideout.    his safe haven.    the only  place he’s ever felt safe  at  because nobody else could have ever entered here. and he brought her here from the outside because she came here.        it makes  him question her rationality; if she trusts him or if she simply didn’t want to worry anyone else in her life because he knows they’d have panicked more than he  had. and he’d already been concerned and he wants to slap himself for that. he shouldn’t worry about anyone. he shouldn’t get attached. he’ll die soon, within a handful of years at best. tomorrow at worst. he’s running on borrowed time and attachments will leave him with regret and misery even with the peace he’d sought fore so long. and still, hand reaches out, traces over her face with the ghost of a touch. almost gentle, definitely terrified. she’s ... she’s a constant. someone who even if he hates to admit it,      is one of the few things in his life that he does not  despise with his whole heart.    he tries to keep the anger on his face up, tries to  burn out all other emotions he may feel until all that left is spiteful ashes. it’s what his name is supposed to symbolize after all. and yet he can feel the tenseness  leave his face, feels the edges falter until it softens. he’s going to kick her out the moment he deems her healthy enough to get out on her own, but for now he will permit himself this fleeting moment of almost normalcy. and his breath hitches, she’s beautiful, all scarred and hurt and damned. like a damaged painting. and for a moment he wonders when he’s started to see her less as a threat and more as a person but he does and he could curse himself for that to hell and back.

❛ ... just what have you done to me? what could you possibly gain here? ❜

iii.     the snows of kilimanjaro

19 710 feet high stands the kilimanjaro, said to be the highest mountain in africa. he remembers a story,  somewhere close to the western summit is the dried and frozen carcass of a leopard.        nobody has explained what it had sought at that altitude. whether it had been trying to get back down or trying to climb higher. but either way, that leopard knew that he would never be going back. he wonders, too, what he was doing on this split path. if he continued on the path he’d been steered toward by inexplicable forces - not so inexplicable once one took one loni valadian into account - he would never be able to continue on his path of remorseless hate. he would get attached,  even more than he is now,  and he would regret knowing that he is biding his time in the false hope of having some sense of normalcy. he’s not meant to live a life, no matter which kind. he is supposed to be a murderer, a cold and cruel existence only going down the path of spiteful cleaning. and yet the amused sound she gives when he doesn’t turn around, grumbles while he fights with his hair to try and tie it up a little - he’s not cut it in forever, but something tells him he’d enjoy keeping it in a ponytail of sorts more if it meant keeping some of it out of his face - has him straighten his posture, wakes him up like the chime of a bell would a dog trained to expect something at its sound. he huffs, stands once  his hair is tied up. it’s messy, it’s anything but perfect but it feels like it represents him better than any proper haircut or style could ever do. he expects some sort of teasing remark, something to have frustration sting in his chest. instead all he’s given is the feeling of being hit by several trucks with a simple “it suits you”. it ... he’s not seen his reflection in a long time but when he looks at himself in the nearest reflective surface he feels taken aback. he looks ... more human now. tamer. as if he’s become a feral wildcat that’s been given shelter and reason to perhaps trust again. he’s still himself, but looking at loni and seeing someone who has given him no reason to distrust her even after all he has done, someone who stubbornly stayed even when he bared his teeth and sharpened his claws, it makes him wonder who  he even is. he’s ash; someone synonymous for death. a mess, broken and burning and hateful. but he’s also ash, the burnt remains of someone with hopes and dreams and a heart. he’s staring, he knows. but he can’t help it, not when for the third time he is forced to realize that being around someone so blatantly honest and alive has, in a sense, made him come to life, too. it’s a familiar sensation, realizing many things about loni in the fraction of a second, except this time he says what he thinks out loud. even if he doesn’t give the context that he specifically means her smile.        ❛ it suits you. ❜

 and just like the leopard,                           he finally knows that he can never go back.

iv .     babylon revisited

he has already been destroyed once, when loni valadian stepped into his life & simply decided that he wasn’t a monster. when she’d taken all the hatred he felt for himself & his existence and twisted and turned at it until it became something almost akin to the desire to better himself.   he’s slept more.  taken more care of himself.  just enough to  almost pass as an actual person rather than something surviving on the bare minimum. and now she looks at him with something that resembles pride, almost as if seeing him make an effort towards the better makes her happy. as if it has the same positive effect on her as it has on him.   she’s quite something, that miss valadian.   making it look so easy to take something burnt out and building something new out of it, something that is almost equally as good, if not better. he sighs, fingers coming to pinch the bridge of his nose while he looks off to the side. he discards his crossword puzzle    (something he would have never thought of doing before, but she gave him one once to keep him occupied and suddenly they’re one of his favorite pastimes)    and glances off,    gaze trailing across the room he’s refurbished to make it a little more homely.      it’s almost like an office now and by now he’s no longer surprised that she’s made it past all of his  traps. he’s never installed new ones after she figured out the old ones, anyway. and it brings an almost soft smile to his face to think that he’d not mind someone entering his little safe haven for once. but it also brings a tinge of regret; he’s never been one for fairytales. never been one to necessarily crave the “and they lived happily ever after”. but stealing a quick glance at loni, who seems surprisingly interested in his old reports as if reading plans and intricate details of his old crimes somehow gave her insight to his mind. he can never quite figure her out, might never understand what kept making her return. as if he’s so interesting - he’s really not,       if it came down to it he’s quite boring outside of the things he used to do - that she couldn’t help herself. but she’s also changed, he notes. she’s no longer holding herself as if she’s ready to fight back should he act out. seems surprisingly comfortable in his presence. and she no longer holds that edge she had when she first came here, whether she knew that or not. and it’s unfair, it is. to give him hope. to make him crave a good ending.    not the fairytale type, but the “and they both lived” type because he knows it will inevitably not happen. his voice is soft, calm even when his mind is racing a thousand miles a second, even when he says words he never expected  or  dared  to think of ever speaking out loud.

❛ why did you come back? what could you possibly gain from making me care so much about you that it hurts? i like you. a fair bit too much for my own good, i think. ❜                  and just like that comes his second defeat. not as ash but as ash.

v .     tender is the night

she’s worried, it seems. she doesn’t outright say it and he assumes it is some sort of way to shield his fragile pride  but  he can tell by the way it seems that every time he  shows any sign of falling ill there’s someone there to get him home. or she somehow has the right medication to alleviate his symptoms.   this time, though, she’s scolding  him, calls him stupid and he can’t help the stupid, content smile that stretches across his face. she’s worried, he realized. the first and only person to ever worry about him. and it should be sad,     but for the first time he truly realizes that someone cares and that alone is enough to make it all easier on him.      he looks at her and like all those  moments before,  those weird,  inexplicable moments in time,  he realizes more than  ever that yes. she’s a person, a person with a heart, with emotions,  with dreams and hopes and burdens and pain.    had someone told him two years ago he would have  willingly tried to find a way to help the symptoms of his condition, to prolong his life a little longer just so that someone else gets to decide when he’s lived for long enough, that he’d willingly hand over the only thing he ever held any sort of control over when  it came to himself; he would have spit in their face. now all it does is make him smile, make him glad that his life has changed the way it has. and he lifts a hand, calm and as if he’s raising it in class.   she sighs,   and she has every right too;    he’s probably  been a handful  and  he’s surprised that only now does it seem like her patience with him is running thin.      ❛ i'll die before i’m thirty. that’s how the experiments were supposed to work. ❜   it’s been no secret, he’s sure she’s known for a while but until now he’s never dared to confirm anything. and he waits a moment before he finds the courage to continue, explains while his expression softens a little more.         ❛ it was supposed to, at least. truth is, i never actually got a job or anything. it’s a cover. ❜  she probably knows that, too, he thinks. she seems to know more about him than he does himself at times. and that’s something he comes to realize, too. that she seems  to find good things in him before he can. and that she manages to bring them to light before he can even think of doing that.     ❛ i’ve worked with a few people who did some research and if all goes well ... there’s a cure. ❜         he explains before he  stands up, takes a few steps until he’s in front of her.  and despite their difference in size he feels like the smaller one here. always has.  he reaches out a hand, offers it out for her to take if she wants to.            if she wants to give him another chance at  displaying just how she’s helped him make progress.  he’s bad at being honest, but now he feels as if it’s what he owes her.       for all the times she’s made him human.

❛ i was fine with dying. until i met you.   so i’ve ... worked hard to find a way to  live some more. we don’t know how well it’ll work but chances are it’ll give me at least a dozen more years.         so ... if you’ll have me, i’ll stay a little longer. ❜

there’s  been  many  moments  where ash came to realize a handful of things about  loni.    but only now,    only this time does he come to realize that she has one more talent he had never thought of until now.      she managed to give people hope even when she wasn’t aware of it.   & that was his favorite thing he’s come to understand.

[carmenpeach]

i heart making a playlist for my oc and listening to it

[magicdied]

you_got_nothing_to_lose.mp3

[spaghettificationstation]

you know what’s absurd? how many times, when i’m writing fanfic or the like, that i’ll cut down or even cut out parts that i might like, because I’d think, “oh, people won’t like this, it’s too (insert whatever here).” But then i’ll turn around and read a dozen fanfictions that don’t necessarily line up with how *i* like to perceive the character, or the world, or whatever, but I’ll still have a good time and will read through the fic and kudos and comment and all that?? (unless it’s something i rlly dont jive with, then I’ll just stop reading) like, why do i allow so much slack for what I read, but absolutely none for what I write??? its silly

[heesgf]

zeen, my lovely angel💖 I just saw your post, and I'm here to be the mom that I am and tell you to take your pills!!! you need to take them in order to feel better !! I don't want you to feel sick/tired :(( and what happened with your boss? was he/she mean to you? I'm ready to fight him/her if needed, no one makes my baby sad 😡

aurora!!! my guardian angel!!! the love i have for u is endless💕💞💓💖 now that my lovely bby told me to make my iron pills.. im gonna DO IT i promise!!!💪 and my boss.. idk :’-(( i don’t mind him but he’s always extending my hours last minute while im working, which is super frustrating bc i wanna go home when im scheduled to!! and he under-staffs bc he doesn’t want to pay more ppl😪 and then it gets really busy and the 1-2 ppl working have to do everything!!! it can be so tiring :(((( thank u for sending me ur love my angel~~ i will cherish it forever hehe!💘💘

[leefelixz]

Ten Song Tag

I was tagged by @decafgrace 💙 Thanks for tagging me I love these things~

Rules: Put your entire playlist on shuffle and list the first ten songs. Then tag ten more people.

Spider- VIXX

Regular (English Version)- NCT 127

Pinwheel- Seventeen

This Beautiful Life- Colony House

No Air- The Boyz

Mary’s Song (Oh My My My)- Taylor Swift

Always (Acoustic Version)- Wanna One

Amnesia- 5SOS

La La La- Weki Meki

Goodbye Christmas (English Version)- Lay

I’ll tag @frannabelle3 @min-ber @struggling-senior23 @saaya-ryuzaki and whoever of my followers who wants to~ 😁

[joonslesbian-remade]

🌹 mayhaps ??? :0

the beauty from a full rainbow, subtle bravery and strong admiration for those who mean a lot to u

[goldenjerk]

Puts a coffee near him along with some packets of sugar and creamer for if he needs it and then just curls up nearby, here for the silent companionship it seems.

“No coffee before a gala,” he mumbles, more to himself than to her when he smells the drink, and turns to his other side, apparently still asleep.

Was there anything else he ever did except sleeping or working? She certainly never saw him do anything else.