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[rozenwaffle]

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In the interval of 23:30 of the 8th day and 2:46 of the 9th day of the 707Route, MC has a moment for herself and thinks about what distresses the boy she loves so much and whom she sees suffering for all the events that happen in his life, again and again.

That moment, which could be decisive in her story, is where she decides to take a step forward towards a Good Ending.

It's been eight days of getting to know you, sharing many things in common: the same foods and treats, the way you dream up the stars, the fascination with robotics, the amazement of mechanical engineering, and the love of cats as playmates. You taught me that you can smile even with pain, that sometimes helping your friends is a way to help yourself, that you can always give yourself a little more for the people you love, and that, even if you do not always recognize your good deeds, the people who really love you value your effort.

For four days I was a stranger who fell in love with your jokes and cooperated in the traps of your friends, three more to fight your doubts and express how much I liked you and how much I wanted to meet you in person, with the camera in front of the apartment door insufficient contact for me. You did not always accept my calls. I was aware that your work is exhausting. I did not understand why your maid was so hard on you but listening to your voice fuel the confinement in that unknown apartment. Your stories were amazing, and I always wanted to know more; seeing your creations was exorbitant because I never met someone so creative and intelligent; seeing your outfits filled me with joy and admiration as your beauty could be appreciated in many different ways.

And suddenly, something began to change...

On the fifth day, your insinuations were constant: that relating to you was dangerous, that you never have to ask about the past of a hacker, that you couldn't take a relationship to the level you wanted. None of that really mattered, I wanted to know about you: how is your workplace, if your resting place is really comfortable if you ate appropriately beside the HBC or Dr. Pepper, why does your maid scold you so much, and maybe... defend and support you, as you have done for me since I got to know the RFA. Your constant concern for me grieved me, my helplessness of not being able to help you, and taking away the stress that my protection overloaded in you distressed me. I could only help from the corridor, encouraging you, sensing you.

On the seventh day, we met... in a quite peculiar family reunion. The situation was bigger than just my feelings for you; the past haunted you in the form of an even darker shadow than you wanted to become so that your other half would always live in the light, the weight of your actions, and your sense of futility towards they collapsed you, added to the pressure of an even more dangerous persecutor. I saw you fall deeper and deeper, and you did not take my hand; I heard the hiss of your quick typing next to your whispers in code, and my voice could never reach you; I tried to approach you being your support so that you did not worry about minor tasks and you were comfortable. Still, it seems that I could only bother you to the point that on repeated occasions, the laughter that I expected so much to hear from your lips was subjugated by the screams you uttered when it seemed uncomfortable.

Yesterday, the eighth day, I crossed the line unintentionally, not the one you suggested to draw on the floor but to interfere in your past to better understand the pain you were going through: the betrayal of your hero, the lie of your protector, the ambition of your father, the torture of your mother, the hope of recovering your brother, the intimidation that the agency imposed on you to persecute you and the suffering that the conjunction of all this caused in you by denying the cheerful character who was talking with me for the flat. You said 'HE' was an invention, that 'YOU' is the true one, that it was my fault to let myself be deceived, that from the beginning my input was wrong, that my feelings for you did not matter since, sooner or later, you would disappear from my life... and as for getting used to your absence, you crossed the door this night.

While I wait for you, I remembered everything that had happened. It's true, I was a fool to enter the apartment of a stranger, but my intention was to help, and I was alert too. I am a fairly normal person compared to the genius you are; I never suspected that returning a cell phone to its owner would connect me to such great danger, and, nevertheless, I am still grateful for it. I assure you that you know a lot about me and that all this is something that anyone could know if they search properly because, like you, we all have a past that persecutes us. Probably yours is much more powerful than mine, but you must know better than me that "God only places on our back the burden that we can bear," and makes me love you more.

You are so strong that you do not realize that the little one is still screaming to help you; it helps you to guide you so that you do not get out of the goal you planned, it encourages you to follow it trying, and you do it unconsciously; You wanted to be a flame that did not become extinct by changing your name, and you have become my light, you ignited a passion in me that I had never felt and the desire to give everything for the one I love; you wanted to preserve your purity by cloaking yourself so as not to be discovered by corrupt hands. Still, you let me find you, observe you and analyze you; even if you are a jewel in the rough, you are worth more than a celestial vault. You are a genuine engineer for activating the mechanism of my heart and creating a value code... without touching me.

I know you are avoiding me to harm me less than you have done because... yes, you break my heart with every word that comes out of your mouth. Still, I know that you are looking to continue protecting me. You are more hurt because you deny accepting something you can have, afraid of reaching happiness without believing that you truly deserve it, self-punish yourself by repressing yourself when you have worked so hard.

Some say that Lucifer's wings are bathed in tar and burned by God's will; I believe that you have been plucking yours whenever you feel you will be happy. In that case, I will give you a hand to get up no matter what you have done in the past; I will be your support when the obstacles of your past make you stumble in your way, I will sing about trips to heaven when despair comes out of your mouth, I will pick up your feathers to put them back, I will hold your wings when you try to take off, and when you raise the flight I will run to you and follow you in case you need help again because I will be your guard.

I heard your voice... and I was afraid you would say 'goodbye' to me. You talk about how bright I am, how much we are different, about your darkness and your despair. You think that you have disappointed me of the imminent danger. Even if you hurt me, how strange I am to love you, tomorrow will be the same. Then you retract, saying that the stranger is you... and that you expect me to accept you as you really are.

In my dreams, you speak of yours, of how you will disappear with them, and of your fear of hurting me.

Tomorrow I will cling to you, I will make you feel that I will never abandon you and that I love every layer of your being... And if my feelings still do not reach you, I will try again, and again... until our feelings are properly connected.

Originally in Wattpad:

[707hearts606]

The apps that are closed are only for MODs, right? The Artists applicattions still no open(?)

Hi there!  Yes, mod applications are closed.  Applications for writers and artists have just opened and will be open until July 17th!

[potamikou]

I really need to say it: I don't like all the changes that make with Eddie Brock & Venom un the movie 💤😒💬 I like much more the 90's series version & the comics ("Owchie~! 😰💫 My childhood, stupid!" 😭🗯️) BUT YPUR COMICS ARE REALLY FUNNY & CUTE 🤭💦💕 I'm OK with that, it's your ART, they are 'your version' & I LOVE THEM 🤩‼️🏅 Let's cover the haters with chocolate to make them the food for Venom-blop to make him MORE wonderful! 😎✨🍫👊💥

hey everyone has their own personal preferences so it’s totally ok! asfkagj thank you so much! glad you liked it!

AND YEAAAAA!!

[reifromrfa]

Magic Moments: A Weasley Twins One-shot

Happy New Year, everyone!!! 

This is my Secret Santa gift to @rozenwaffle ! <3 Not MM, but I really love the Weasley twins! I hope you like it <3 

It was glorious.

The slow graceful motion of their youngest brother as the snowball thwacks against his cheek, the skin of his face rippling like a million ocean waves. The way his body free falls into the powdered snow, his open mouth being stuffed with beautiful white ice.

Fred and George snicker as they lean against the opposite sides of a tree, watching Ron fumble around, lifting his head and spitting snow out of his mouth.

"Fred! George! You foul gits!" Ron scrambles to his feet, eyes scanning the premises for the twins. When his eyes zone in on them, he's too late. Another snowball arcs across the air and lands on his face, the impact and his unsteady footing making him fall into the icy sea again.

The twins let out a sigh and shake their heads in mock sadness.

"What do you think, George?"

"I dunno, Fred. This one seems to be lacking in the brains department."

"Could it be because--"

"--we dropped him when he was a baby?"

Ron hobbles to his feet but the twins raise their wands and flick them towards their brother. Snow hovers into the air, forming two round balls before zooming towards the youngest male Weasley. Ron dodges one, but gets slammed right on his forehead with the other.

Fred sighs. "What."

"A."

"Disappointment," both twins say together.

"Oh leave him alone. You two are bullies." Ginny says as she passes by from feeding the chickens.

"We can't help it." Fred speaks up.

"He's an easy target." George pipes up.

"And besides..."

"He needs to toughen up."

"Be a man."

"Well he can also be a woman."

"We'd still accept him."

"Little Rona."

"Ronnie."

"Rosemary Alexandria Maria Dorothy Elizabeth Wumpykins."

"The Third."

Ginny shakes her head but she can't help the smile at her older brothers' antics. They are so silly, so outrageous. Two identical trouble-makers. Some twins strove hard to be different. But with Fred and George, they seemed to want to be identical in every way possible...if only to confuse and play pranks on the gullible victims.

Ron finally manages to get up and he scoops up a handful of snow, eyes focused on the two smirking faces gazing back at him. The twins aren't even moving from their position, their postures relaxed as they stare down their brother, watching as Ron decided who he would aim for.

Ron's gaze finally lands on George, but as the ball flies towards the younger twin, George merely ducks and straightens, the frozen slush landing on the ground behind him.

"Going to have to do better than that, Ron."

Fred chuckles but suddenly his face feels cold, the shock of the cold ice making him push himself off the tree, running a hand down his face. Ginny is already scooping up another handful of snow, rolling it around her hands traditionally, without the use of magic.

"SABOTAGE!" George bellows, kicking off the tree and running to the side of the yard. He bends down as he runs, filling his hand with snow before chucking it behind him, at his sister.

But Ginny dodges it easily, sprinting across the snow in chase of her brother. She gasps though when ice hits the back of her neck, some of it rolling down her shirt.

"Don't let your guard down, sis!" Fred snickers behind her, rolling another ball and aiming for Ron. Said Weasley is scooping up handfuls of snow, rolling them together to create a bigger counter-attack. However, when he throws it, Fred runs diagonally. Thus, Ron's ball meets the ground once again.

Ron is further annoyed when he hears Fred and George's laughs being carried by the wind. Quickening his pace, Ron closes the gap then hurls his body forward, tackling his older brother to the ground.

"Man down!" George shouts, doing a U-turn and running towards his two brothers, who were rolling around. Ginny hurls an attack at her brother and George lets out a strangled cry as the small round ball of ice hits his arm. “Another man down! Ahhhhh I’m hit, Fred!” George does a dramatic twirl then proceeds to free fall onto the powdery snow, making Ginny laugh at her brother's antics.

"George, NOOOOO!" Fred exclaims just as dramatically. With renewed energy, he hurls his younger brother off him and crawls to his twin, the entire scene making the two younger Weasleys snort and chuckle.

"Go on without me, Fred." George says, feigning a cough.

"No! Don't talk like that, George! We still need to nick that singing cauldron from Filch's office and place under Snape's bed!"

"No...I...I can't, Fred. It's too late for me. You need to finish our lifelong goal...solo."

"I won't accept it! I won't!" Fred clutches his brother's body and Ginny is howling in laughter, clutching her stomach as tears slipped down her cheeks.

"Good...bye...Fred." George closes his eyes and his body goes limp.

"NOOOOOOOO!" Fred roars in exaggerated slow motion, shaking his fist at the sky.

"Oy! Stop screaming I'm trying to sleep!" George tells him. In a heartbeat, the younger twin's fingers form into a fist, snow trapped in his hands. Then he slams the ball into his brother's face with a war-cry. Fred drops his twin's body, the cold slush jolting his system. He spits out the snow that got into his mouth and scrambles to his feet, George already running towards the house.

"I'll get you for this, George!"

Ron finally manages to land hits on his brothers, but by this point, the siblings are all laughing, tossing balls at each other.

There's nothing particularly amazing about the moment. Having a snowball fight in the middle of winter is actually the most cliche activity that teenagers could do. But to the siblings, everything in that exact moment feels magical.

After sometime, the four Weasleys lay on their backs in the snow, each looking at the twilight sky. They're catching their breaths, cheeks flushed, their clothes and hair dusted with snow. Fred found himself wishing for more moments like this…there’s something extraordinary in the most ordinary acts. And everyday should always be made into an extraordinary one.

“We should head back inside, mum will be calling for us soon.” Ginny remarks, sitting up and brushing off her coat.

“Yeah. I’m starving.” Ron adds, getting to his feet.

Fred and George are about to do the same when they hear a voice.

“What are you all doing there? You’ll drag snow into the house and you’ll have to clean up the mess,” comes Percy’s annoyed tone.

The twins look at each other. A mischievous smile is mirrored in each other’s faces —identical deviants.

“Say Percy…” Fred says, his hand slowly closing on the snow beneath him. George does the same.

“…would you care…”

“…for a…”

“…snowcone?”

The twins sit up, reel back their arm and throw their balls. Right into Percy’s irritated face.

It was glorious.  

The slow graceful motion of their uptight brother as the snowball thwacks against his cheek, the skin of his face rippling like a million ocean waves. The way his body free falls into the powdered snow, his open mouth being stuffed with beautiful white ice.

“Run for it, Fred!”

“Right behind you, George!”

Happy 2019, guys! :D Cherish every moment with loved ones <3 

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[choisandwichweek]

I feel so bad!! Why did not I find out about this before? How sad! 😭💕

You can still participate! The week may be over, but our love for Choi Sandwich is forever. 

Everyone feel free to keep tagging us in your Choi Sandwich creations! We will happily reblog your work. 

[kinlkeyl]

Don't feel guilty. Rest and fun it's important too. You need to be refreshed to make a good work in all you want! I have vacations too ((but it is principally for a leisure)), so I can tell you: you deserve it!! ^∆^

Thank youuuuu ♥ I’ll refresh myself and comeback with better arts!!

[kuzzbunny]

Hell-Ow! 😚🎶 I think it was you whom I brought a 707-Space keychain 😳💦 I saw the same pic of the keychain in the presentation of the artists in the "MysMe Halloween FanZine" and I want to say THX for all! ��✨💕 Your keychain was my first 707 FanMerch and I take care of him like stelar-dust! 🌠🌌✨Again! Thanks YOU SO MUCH ❣️😭💖

ahhhh thank you so much!!  ; v ; ) that makes me really happy to hear, im glad my lil seven charm has such a good home! ♥  

[obm-bdz]

Satan 「Fourth-born」 Collab 2022

** CW // violence **

Prompt: Crossover AU 

Writer: RozenWaffle (Twitter)

 Title: Cult of Revenant

[concreteindepression]

Enchanted kiss~

Continuing the theme of hedgehogs xD Thanks @rozenwaffle for an idea <3

[aehruh]

Belated Halloween! 

This was a present for @rozenwaffle  in an event on our spanish server! \(^o^)/

based on Rin & Len Kagamine in Dream Meltic Halloween AMV

[rozenwaffle]

Very late I realized that I never posted it here

Happy Birthday, Yoosung!

@yoosungweek

[hawaiilivin1999]

@rozenwaffle

Reel him in Belphie~

[jozstankovich]

oc stats - Ji-ae Yeoung-Choi

Tagged by the amazing @overboss!  I have to get caught up on all the stuff I’ve been tagged in lol.  I’m sorry I’m still hung up on Ji-ae so I’m gunna talk about her ^^

Tagging: @noonvraith, @crytalstellar, @fiftyshadesofdes, @jylcie, @mysmekitten, @rozenwaffle, & @vixils

under the cut for length

WEALTH -

$ financial. // wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty

+ medical. // fit / moderate / sickly /disadvantaged / disabled /not applicable

⭐ Class. // upper / middle-working / poor / slave / unsure

✔education. // qualified / unqualified / studying / other

✖ criminal record. // yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY -

◎ Children. // has one or more children / has no children / wants children / verse dependent

◎ relationship with family. // close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / sibling(s) are deceased

◎ affiliation. // orphaned / adopted / disowned (sort of) / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable / kidnapped

TRAITS + TENDENCIES -

🔶 extrovert // introvert // in between

🔶 disorganized // organized // in between

🔶 close minded // open-minded // in between/contextual

🔶 calm // anxious // in between

🔶 disagreeable // agreeable // in between/contextual

🔶 cautious // reckless // in between/contextual

🔶 patient // inpatient // in between

🔶 outspoken // reserved // in between

🔶 leader // follower // in between

🔶 empathetic // indifferent // in between

🔶 optimistic // pessimistic // in between // realistic

🔶 traditional // modern // in between

🔶 hardworking // lazy // in between

🔶 cultured // uncultured // in between

🔶 loyal // disloyal // in between

🔶 faithful // unfaithful // in between

BELIEFS -

★ faith. // monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated

✩ belief in ghosts and spirits. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

⭐belief in an afterlife. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❇ belief in reincarnation. // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❇ belief in aliens // yes / no / don’t know / don’t care

❇ philosophical. // yes / no / sometimes

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION-

💜 sexuality. / heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / questioning

❤ sex. // sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable

💘 romance. // romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable

💓 sexually. // adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited

❇ potential sexual partners. // male / female / other / none / all

❇ potential romantic partners. // male / female / other / none / all

ABILITIES-

♦ combat skills. // excellent // good // moderate // poor // none

♦ literacy skills. // excellent // good // moderate // poor // none

♦ artistic talents. // excellent // good // moderate // poor // none

♦ technical skills. // excellent // good // moderate // poor // none

HABITS-

☕ drinking alcohol. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

☁ smoking. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

🌸 other narcotics // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

✌medical drugs. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

🍪 indulgent in food. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

💲 splurge spending.  // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

♣gambling. // never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[obm-bdz]

Satan 「Fourth-born」 Collab 2022

Prompt: Celebrity AU 

Writer: RozenWaffle (Twitter)

 Title: The wrathful justice of the pen

[rozenwaffle]

Alguna vez, la Navidad fue mi segunda epoca favorita del año. Cada año lo intentaba una y otra vez, pero cuando tratas de que los seres queridos demuestren cuanto se quieren, estas fechas son las peores para demostrar cuán equivocados podemos estar.

Hace dos años que perdí el sentido de autosatisfacción y ansias por que la Navidad llegue, sentí el abandono, desprecio y despreocupación por mi ser de parte de mi nueva familia (habiendo sido apartada de la primera anteriormente), con quién he vivido por casi 10 años... y esta no fue la primera, pero si la última en la que me sentí abandonada por todos los presentes.

Ahora, y como la mitad de todo lo que hago en mi vida, trabajo para la felicidad de otros, sin pensar en mi y es más tranquilo, sin ansiedad ni esperanza... solo un descanso laboral con buffet más.

Si mi historia parece muy triste, tú que la lees, piensa: quizás halla alguien cerca de ti pasando por lo mismo. Busquemos reavivar niños y no crear duendes cada Navidad. Abraza, Ama, Adorna, Ayuda, Baila, Cocina, Come, Coopera, Juega, Participa... que se contagien las sonrisas, ese es mi deseo para ustedes esta Navidad.

🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄🎄

Once, Christmas was my second favorite time of the year. Every year I tried again and again, but when you try to show that loved ones show how much they love each other, these holidays are the worst to show how wrong we can be.

Two years ago I lost the sense of self-satisfaction and yearning for Christmas to come, I felt the abandonment, contempt and disregard for my being from my new family (already having been previously removed from the first), with whom I have lived for almost 10 years ... and this was not the first, but if the last one in which I felt abandoned by all present.

Now, and like half of everything I do in my life, I work for the happiness of others, without thinking about myself and it is more peaceful, without anxiety or hope ... just a work break with more buffet.

If my story seems very sad, you who read it, think: maybe you find someone close to you going through the same thing. Let's seek to rekindle children and not create elves every Christmas. Embrace, Love, Adorn, Help, Dance, Cook, Eat, Cooperate, Play, Participate ... make smiles, that's my wish for you this Christmas.

[hawaiilivin1999]

@rozenwaffle

Can we please talk about how damn funny this scene is?