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[imvgincs]

BREAK-IN [Haeju & Kyumin; :>]

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

prompt: for one muse to discover the other robbing their (a) place.

when it all unfolds—when everything spirals in front of him like the most sick and twisted form of déjà vu—haeju doesn’t know if he’s the luckiest man alive or the most cursed.

called in to secure the bank and stop the heist, he’d arrived like he always did: with too much confidence and too little regard for his own well-being. he always made it out alive. a robbery? child’s play compared to the nightmares the hero commission had thrown at him before.

but when he reaches the vault, the air shifts. time seems to halt—or maybe, for haeju, it rewinds. the man standing before him is no stranger. it’s the same face that has been seared into his memory since he was sixteen. the same one who ruined everything.

the emotions flood him in waves, too fast and too tangled to make sense of. he should call joongi—this guy, ash, is already under his best friend’s radar. but at the end of the day, haeju is selfish. revenge is louder than reason, and it blinds him.

he reaches for the weapon the commission supplied him, his hand trembling only slightly as he raises the blaster. ash hasn’t seen him yet, hasn’t locked eyes with the boy he left shattered years ago.

haeju’s finger hovers over the trigger. an eye for an eye. no, that wouldn’t be enough. it would never be enough. peace wouldn’t come until he tore apart everything ash cared about. until ash felt the same desolation he had.

but he never gets the chance.

it happens in a blur—a flash of glowing pixels streaking across his vision. before he can react, the blaster is kicked from his hand, spinning out of reach. he stumbles, trying to regain his footing, but it’s too late.

he feels the grip before he sees her, an arm locking around his throat like iron. his vision blurs as the air struggles to reach his lungs. and then he sees ash.

the man he’s hated for years. the man who wrecked his life.

does he recognize him? haeju can’t tell, not when his head swims and his chest burns. his vision begins to gray, and then—

nothing.

[musubiki]

danmarch 🐉💎

[annie-handholder]

gay son or thot daughter

[wandering-tides]

ALL HAIL GOD FIVE COLOUR LIGHT... CALE HENITUSE‼️

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Nervously glancing at the poll

what is this 😭 ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh

Cardinal and Wisp to ease my nerves 😅

COSMO COSMO COSMO- WHAT THE F U C K

OH MY FUCK- THIS IS AMAZING, LOOK AT THEM, AND TIMS FOND LIL EXPRESSION GODDAMMIT THIS IS TOO FUCKING CUTE I SWEAR TO GOD IM GONNA C R Y JUST AHHHASKDDAHK

AS ALWAYS YOUR ART NEVER FAILS TO BAFFLE ME, I MEAN LOOK AT IT, AMAZING, TRULY <333

[bitter--boxx]

briar and her pet 🦄🌹

remembering how briar mentions she has a pet unicorn in the books... so i wanted to draw them together ... as a treat

[kurtmustdie]

Colored a sketch that’s been sitting in my sketchbook for ages 💀

[tweetsongs]

sometimes u gotta put ur two chronically ill kings together

image id behind readmore

[Image ID: The "I Think We're Gonna Have To Kill This Guy, Steven" meme with Qiyan Agula from Clear and Muddy Loss of Love and Cale Henituse from Lout of the Count's Family. Qiyan has a hand on Cale's shoulder and is saying: "I think we're gonna have to kill this guy, Cale-nim" and Cale is saying "Damn." Behind them is a out of focus Raon, a baby dragon. /end image ID]

[clarissaweasley-10]

Lyra: The stars are so beautiful...

Grayson: They're just giant balls of gas.

Lyra: You know what, if you're just going to ruin this, then-

Grayson :And yet none of them are as huge as my love for you. Lyra: Oh...

[crybunny333]

it is not that i really miss being alone. it is just pleasant to reminisce on the moments i lived while in my solitude. i’m not talking about the loneliness of being in my bedroom, door locked and curtains down. i’m talking about driving down a county road at 60mph, stopping at a philipps ‘66 to buy a vanilla coke. i’m talking about sneaking out the back door at midnight to smoke weed. i’m talking about the independence during adolescent girlhood that you experience only once in a lifetime, before the world goes gray. meeting a friend at a pavilion after sunset. climbing onto the house roof to watch the train in the distance. buying cigarettes off of my older friends. desperately searching for a local party, only to be disappointed by the experience and end up with spontaneously stolen beer in my backseat. it is those moments of being by myself that lay a melancholic peace over me.

❤︎ ໋𓈒🐇

[imvgincs]

[ MAKE-UP ]: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face. [ zarang ]

. 𓇬 𝖒𝖊𝖒𝖊𝖘 .

PROMPT: sender sits in the receiver's lap in order to get a better vantage point to apply makeup to their face.

ziggy knew some people might call him whipped or laugh at the situation, but honestly, what could he do? the girl sitting before him had this way of making him crumble, and saying no to her was near impossible. not that he even wanted to. when sarang had casually suggested, with a mischievous grin, that she do his makeup, ziggy could only laugh and shrug. the words “go crazy” had slipped out so easily, and now here he was: her perched comfortably in his lap, while he sat with his eyes closed, trying to suppress his giggles as her brushes and sponges danced across his skin, tickling him in ways that made him want to squirm.

his arms wrapped around her waist, holding her close, he waited as patiently as he could manage, trying not to breathe too deeply or move too much, lest he ruin whatever masterpiece she was creating. “bruh,” he started, breaking the silence, offering a chuckle, half because of the question and half because the brush near his nose was tickling him again.

“i didn’t get the chance to ask, but what’s the vibe we’re going for today?” he finally was able to speak, grinning as he asked her all sorts of questions throughout the process—why were there so many brushes just for the eyes? what’s the actual difference between blush, bronzer, and contour? and, more importantly, what was the endgame here?

not that he cared. sarang could make him look like a troll for all he cared, and he’d still be happy. he tugged her a little closer, wishing desperately that he could rest his chin on her shoulder or hold her tighter, but he didn’t want to mess up her work. he cracked an eye open, sneaking a peek at her expression, trying to gauge how satisfied she was with her progress. “are we going for glam?” he teased, drawing out the word with dramatic flair.

unable to help himself, ziggy leaned forward and pressed a quick kiss to her cheek, lips catching on whatever color she’d applied. he pulled back just enough to notice the faint lipstick stain left behind, and suddenly, he couldn’t resist. with a playful grin, he leaned in again, this time planting a series of kisses, each one leaving its colorful mark behind.

the sound of his own laughter mixed with the soft giggles around him, and even though he knew he was probably wrecking the whole look, he didn’t care. not when he had her with him like this.

[tfa-bee-and-c]

if you were a uh- a flower. you would be a uh- a sunflower.

because thats my favorite flower.

you would be a dandelion because I'm allergic to those and I always stay as far away from them as possible <3

[bananaede]

Pretty lady:)))))

[waterfallofspace]

Where A/tsushi accidentally (?) runs into a struggling A/kutagawa at the grocery store. D/azai might have arranged the whole thing.

First time voicing these guys, but I had to give it a shot for @goodlucksnez's birthday!! Vic I hope you know how deeply loved/cared for you are, and that you never listen to the absolutely ridiculous voices that tell you otherwise!! (Whether in your own head, or out of it <3)

(Quick drawing added last minute, dropping bigger version under cut~ Not snz, but that miiiight come later <333)

[noodleblade]

for the ask game! 📚 ❄️ 🧩

Thank you <3

📚 ⇢ what's the last thing you wrote down in your notes app? 

Mine and my roommate's meals for the week so we could go shopping for groceries.

❄️ ⇢ what's your dream theme/plot for a fic, and who would write it best?

I would die for a lengthy, multi-chaptered fic for rodimags, really getting deep into their horribly intertwined histories and motives and how their relationship is a tangled mess. They way they foil each other and compliment/contradict each other. I need the complexities explored, I need the tension, the tenderness, the awkwardness. I have many thoughts. They make me x---x sick.

I'm not sure if the 'who would write it best' part meant like an actual fandom writer or like novelist/director type beat? but @spiderscribe would be my pick, but only because she and I have the exact same brain so I know she'll cater it to me:3 (NO PRESSURE!!!!! OUR DMS ARE SATISFYING ENOUGH!!!) Also she is a very talented writer and y'all will be in for a treat when she finishes up her fics:3

🧩 ⇢ what will make you click away from a fanfiction immediately?

Typically its first person pov or really bad formatting x--x I just have difficulty with it even if the fic is good and well-written otherwise.

[batfambrainrotbeloved]

Wisp is all I ever think about now, day and night it’s just wisp.

Please help me