#marmar shii

[marshmallowprotection]

cakes with flower decoration are so saeran like

it's literally him, but like. as a cake. cake saeran

Now I'm imagining GE Saeran piping rosettes in the kitchen for hours. Does he need to put that many of them on a cake? No! But, will he be excited to do it just because he wants to show you how skilled he is at crafting them? Yes! God. He's so talented that the rosettes alone are probably super tasty. It isn't fair. He's far too sweet for this world.

[gureishi]

......SE Saeran + warm touch? 👉🏻👈🏻

...SE Saeran you say???

Listen I’m not saying I have a favorite Saeran but I do and it’s him 😭

Thank you for this absolutely DELIGHTFUL request <3

warm touch (SE Saeran)

・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・。.・。.・゜✭・.・✫・゜・

The water—steaming, slightly too hot—rushes over your hands and the neat little stack of dishes in the sink, loud enough to drown out the hollow way your heartbeat echoes in your eardrums.

It’s also loud enough to muffle his footsteps—not that it’s difficult to do that in the first place. He’s quiet as a stray cat: afraid to be heard, afraid not to be.

“Hey,” he says, making you jump. The water splashes too high, almost in your face, and you can’t quite catch your breath as you turn to face him. He’s in the doorway, a good distance away—distance, always distance—and there’s a look in his quiet, tired eyes that surprises you. It’s as if he knows it all: the way your head is pounding, the way your poor heart is aching.

“Hi,” you say: breathless. You’re not sure you want him to see your own eyes: weary, red-rimmed. You know he does see, though.

“What happened to you?” he asks—direct, simple. Behind you, the water runs and runs. It’s not loud enough to hide you from him; the boy sees everything.

And he wouldn’t ask if he didn’t want to know.

“I had a conversation today that was...difficult,” you tell him. And why is it so easy to say these things to him, why is it that the words fall out of your mouth as if against your will?

He shifts, moving fully into the kitchen now. The harsh fluorescent lights somehow flatter him: his hair shines bright against his pale face. It’s almost completely grown out now, red and healthy and curly. You imagine it would feel soft. Just the ends are white, still: fluffy, dry.

“Sorry,” he says. And oh, you think, if anybody else spoke brusquely to you like this you would feel disregarded. But it’s not that way with him. When he says he’s sorry that you’ve had a hard time, he means it. His eyes are bright.

“It’s okay,” you say. “There are some people in my life that can...hurt me, really easily.” You look down; you can’t quite meet his intense gaze. You’re never sure how much to say, how much to expose yourself, how much will burden him.

“I get it,” he says.

And he does, doesn’t he.

You turn to the sink because he’s still watching you and you’ve forgotten what to do with your hands. He moves a little closer, leaning on the counter—he takes up so little space that sometimes it’s hard to believe he’s really there.

“Can I help?” he asks, and your heart flutters. It’s waking up, you think—beating again. You wonder if he knows how little he has to do to restart your heart.

“Help with...the dishes?” You stick your hands under the water again. It burns, a little bit.

“No,” he tells you—and how is it that he’s so firm when he’s quiet, so sure when his hand on the counter beside you reminds you of a wisp of smoke from a chimney in winter? “The other thing.”

“Oh.” You stare at the water till your eyes glaze over. Your heart is awake, all right—it’s filling up your chest and your throat and the very tips of your toes. “I, ah...”

He waits, patient and quiet; you think of a little potted plant, surprisingly study, impossibly fragile. Waiting for water, not knowing if it will come.

“You could...um...”

Let me lay my head in your lap, you think frantically. Kiss my forehead with your cold, chapped lips and tell me I’ll be okay.

“You could come stand beside me,” you tell him. Your desperate, pitiful heart.

“Okay.” He is surprisingly compliant, this quiet, sad-eyed boy. He comes to your side, matches your posture. Shoulder just touching yours. He watches your hands; you watch the water. Rushing, rushing.

“And you could...ah. Never mind.” You hate that you can’t form the words, hate that your skin tingles where it touches his. His hair brushes against the soft skin under your earlobe and for some reason, you want to cry again.

“What?” he asks. His tone is the same as always: restrained, inscrutable. But it’s also different, somehow—as though he, too, is conscious of the way the air between you is melting.

You take a deep breath because if not know, when?

You haven’t washed a single dish. They stare at you, soaked and steaming.

“Could you...put your head on my shoulder?”

You scrunch your eyes shut, sure he will move away from you now, disappearing back into the recesses of this big, dark house. You’ve gone too far this time, you’re certain. His scent fills your whole being: sweet and clean and fresh, like newly mown grass, or just-baked bread.

You sneak a peek at him; he hasn’t moved. His eyes are a little wide and there’s a look you’ve never seen before on his face. You don’t miss the pink dusting his cheeks or the way he seems to have stopped breathing.

“Okay,” he says again, so quiet you can hardly hear. His soft voice blends with the rushing water and you think of the potted plant again, leaves bending hopelessly, longingly, toward the water that’s just out of reach.

And then, the ends of his hair (still a little fried, ticklish) dancing over your cheek, he tilts his head. Cautiously, tenderly, he lowers it onto your shoulder—just as you asked.

Oh, he’s warm: his cheek scalds your shoulder. His head is a little heavy, as though it’s been waiting for a place to rest for a long, long time.

“Thank you,” you whisper, throat dry, head spinning.

You don’t move, and neither does he. The water runs. Time is passing and not passing—it could be the next morning, or the night before, and you wouldn’t know the difference.

Your breathing melts into his; you hear his breaths, so close to your ear, matching the way your shoulder rises and falls. You would be happy, you think wildly, to stay here forever—in the kitchen, with the water running, and his head (solid and real and alive) on your shoulder.

“Thank you,” you whisper.

He makes a soft and indistinct noise, almost a hum.

“Yeah,” he says. “You too.”

★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★・・・・・・★

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[cafedanslanuit]

saeran + physical touch please? <3

saeran + physical touch

it takes him a while to get there with physical touch. he loves it, he does, but when people get too close he tends to flinch a little

but when he finally understands he's safe now. oh boy.

saeran is so so so touch starved

he absolutely loves when you run your fingers through his scalp. laying on your thighs while you play with his hair is heaven for him

as he gains more confidence he will touch you back

he really loves holding your hand and rubbing his thumb over your skin

he also likes caressing your cheek with his knuckles. he'll do it whenever he thinks you look really cute c:

©  allie’s 2k event

[currentlyprocrastinating]

cream and tangerine (though we all know it's seven)

Hdfbidejka shhhhhhh

cream: favourite blog

- hfjdvdj this is a hard one :( there are so many good ones, both content-wise and regarding the blog owners... I'll consider both aspects, and say... @yoosung-simp ^^

tangerine: your crush's name

- ...yeah, it's Saeyoung >.>

[ask list]

[ukiyoly]

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃

I-- shagshsgshs 🥺💕💕💕💕💕

[no-dice-moodboards]

Hi! can I ask for a moodboard for female ESTP 7w8? thanks!

Hello! It’s done!

[marshmallowprotection]

BE NICE TO YOURSELF! She’s so cute! I’m gonna cry! Her expression is really thoughtful and shy, and we love to see it played out; Her little buns are always my favorite thing to draw so I get so fucking jazzed when I see people draw her with her casual style. She looks like she’s just been complimented and she’s now looking away to laugh it off because she’s embarrassed. 

ok hello apparently i can draw??

anyways this is fanart of @marshmallowprotection 's oc Bora, who is objectively the cutest mm oc to have ever existed

[bumblebeemoodboards]

laura name association for @marmar-shii

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laura is careful, precise and exact in it's coziness. it's intelligent and kind, but will not allow itself to be walked over. a quiet fire roars within it, fueling it's desire to always strive for more.

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hope you like it!!

[king-minyard]

To everyone who sent me the 🍃🌺🌙Very Kind Asks🌙🌺🍃, thank you! I appreciate them!! I am simply going to keep them in my inbox for when I'm feeling down lol

@yoosung-simp @eslyra @untitled2001takenbyplaylist @marmar-shii @currentlyprocrastinating

[moodboard-sea]

oc moodboards from my main @marmar-shii (2)

[marshmallowprotection]

the web version of tumblr looks so bad on mobile oh my god

living with the choi twins after ray's ae would be SO peaceful and nice, at least when saeyoung isn't blowing up the kitchen or waking us up with pans and pots ❤️

You can cuddle up with Saeran in bed on a very quiet morning when the only sound is the birds chirping and the feeling of sunlight coming in from the window. You won't have to worry about anything as his lips brush against the top of your head. He's whispering sweet nothings and it makes you feel cozy. There's no way that the moment could be ruined... at least, until the fire alarm goes off and you hear a panic from the kitchen as Seven tries to make breakfast with one of his animal robots. Never a dull moment.

[gureishi]

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g-girls

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correct

i see nothing wrong here

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Jaehee will cup your face in her soft little hands and politely press a single kiss to the tip of your nose. And then secretly panic and pretend it never happened. Except she knows it did.

[living-by-style]

🥺🥺 you have no idea how precious you are to me @dis-gorl

I'll tag @rainbowcaterpillarlucy @dis-gorl @inthisblogwestanthechoitwins @eslyra @space-kitten-606 @darling-aries @untitled2001takenbyplaylist @marmar-shii

I do have a few more, but I'm still an anon to them. I've tagged people who are really precious to me and I love you all, even you who are reading this rn.

Let's spread some love: tag your favorite people/bloggers and let them know how appreciated they are 💗

oh i hate these because i’m always afraid i’ll forget someone (but the sentiment is nice!)

@waywardbaby @supernatural-jackles @deanwanddamons @negans-lucille-tblr @lovealways-j @evanbukley @evansrogerskitten @nihilism-sophia @samdeanbitchjerk @kittenofdoomage @luci-in-trenchcoats @im-lovestruck

i feel like i’m forgetting people and i’m sorry if i actually did! love y’all ♥️

[currentlyprocrastinating]

🍃🌺🌙If you receive this you make somebody happy. Go and send this to ten of your followers who make you happy or somebody you think needs cheering up. If you get it back even better 🌙🌺🍃

uwu 💕💕

[no-dice-moodboards]

Moodboard for an ESTP, 7w8 female. Requested by @marmar-shii.

I hope you like it!

[moodboard-sea]

Oc moodboards from my main acc @marmar-shii (1)