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Happy Belated Halloween! (Guess what I just finished?)
this is honestly one of the best (if not the best) stories that I've read in a while.
Id recommend this to anyone, whether they know only persona or only mha, hell even if they don't know either, it's such a great fuckin story.
I will admit, I cried and I don't cry often.
The storyline, the characters, EVERYTHING WAS SO GOOD.
Here's the link:
I don't regret reading this, and I don't you will either.
We art thou, thou art us
HEE HO!
P.s This might mean absolutely nothing coming from me, but BukuBuku is a damn good writer. Please give their other works a read and be ready for the epilogue on Jan 6th for "Dost Thou Even Steal Hearts?".
why do i already see you trippin’ in that cape
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ALWAYS AND FOREVER ୨୧ . . slight angst comfort fluff forbidden love en masterlist park sunghoon and female reader warnings suggestive ? 1.4k !
‘I told the stars about you.’
His words rang in your head like a church bell, over and over until your head began to physically hurt. The moon watched from up above as you sat on the floor with your back against your bed. In your hand was the letter of a boy from overseas that your mother arranged you to be with.
After she heard that you were seeing Park Sunghoon, the school’s bad boy– as they said, she freaked out, making you throw things that he gifted you into the garbage. She forbade you from seeing him having you go directly to and from school and the same with your after school part time.
Sunghoon was puzzled, he messaged you, left notes in your locker, and even went as far as asking his friends if you were looking healthy at least. You weren’t, droopy eyes and weakened figure as his existence made you feel better and now that he was missing from your life, everything came crumbling.
You sighed once again that night whilst running a hand through your hair. Your room felt empty without a trace of your lover who once was. He was everywhere, on your walls, skin, lips, blankets. He was supposed to be yours and even though he will always be in your heart, it was time you listened to your mother.
Maybe she was right. Maybe he was a bad influence.
He was a part of underground racing, had partially a bad attitude to those who weren't his friends and he skipped school like it was an option.You saw past all his flaws and looked at the boy who loved you for who you were. Kissed you when all was down and made sure you felt like his top priority. He protected you from harm.
But maybe he needed to protect you from his own destructive motives.
While sitting in the dark on your own, you began to hear slight rustling from your window. You claimed it to be the wind brushing your tree against the glass, but it became louder as if someone was climbing up to your balcony.
Then, as you began to rise to your feet, you heard soft knocks on your window. A shadow moving behind your blinds. It was Sunghoon. You recognized his silhouette.
“Yn, it’s me. ‘ His voice was low, unusual to his regular tone. He was angry. Rightfully so, it had been two weeks since the last time you stood face to face.
A lump settled in the pit of your throat, feeling like sandpaper every time you swallowed. He shouldn’t be here, your parents were downstairs under your bedroom. But still, you shuffled over to the window, an ache in your heart just thinking of smelling him, feeling him, speaking to him.
Sliding your blinds over and opening the window, he casted you a quick glance before crawling inside. He wore one of his racer jackets and black slacks, he looked so beautiful and so daunting like he was waiting for you to touch him.
You backed away from him with your eyes at your feet. His silence was intimidating. Meeting your bed frame and you slowly sat down on the edge of your bed. Your stomach rolled in itself waiting for bile to rise.
“Why haven’t you been answering me? Do you even have your phone?” He shoved his hands into his pant pockets. You didn’t dare look up, his words were enough to keep you mute.
Sunghoon couldn’t lie and say he didn’t spiral after your weeks of antagonizing silence. He was worried, you never went a day without speaking to him. He couldn’t sleep, eat, or race. He was in a slump, trying to get you back.
He would ask Jake or Jay to see if you at least attended classes. When he knew you did, his worry slightly diminished but it was still there. Questions ran through his head at a million miles an hour. Did you finally see the real him and hate it? Did you find someone better?
“Look at me.” He whispered out but his words dripped with venom. He was rarely angry but when he was, destruction followed close behind.
“Just leave, please,” You shook your head keeping your eyes closed. Seeing him was only making you more guilty.
He walked closer looking around seeing that none of his pictures were on your wall anymore. The picture frame you kept of him was faced down on your bedside table. Sunghoon reached over to pick it up until his hand halted.
The letter.
You took note of his stillness and you glanced up to see him grabbing the letter, the boy’s name plastered on the front with a dreadful heart. Sunghoon’s face washed over with anger, confusion, and sadness.
“What the hell is this?” He gripped the letter in his hand and the edge crinkled at the force he was using.
“It’s nothing, leave it alone.” You jumped from your bed to your toes to grab the envelope out of his hand but he brought it over his head. He took the opportunity to grab your waist pulling you right against him. He was warm yet his fingertips gripping your back were ice cold.
“Are you- are you cheating on me? Is that why you avoided me?” His face was close to yours, nose to nose and the letter seemed to be long forgotten. Sunghoon dropped it to the floor and it swept under your bed, hiding.
You couldn’t say anything, you never thought he would accuse you of that.
“Answer me.” He pushed on. His nails dug into your flesh through your t-shirt, holding you even closer to him. His breath was hot and his lips were so close to yours you could already taste the familiarity of his tongue.
Sunghoon used to mess with girls, leaving them after he was done like dirty laundry. He knew everyone in his grade, everyone but you. He loved the way you didn’t give him a second look like others did. You stayed out of his way which only made him corner you.
After you finally agreed to a date, he was more than ecstatic. He took you to an aquarium where you both took pictures with the coolest fishes you could find. It was something out of a rom-com you watched and despite his reputation, you knew he was the one.
Sunghoon never felt like he was important or wanted, at least not until you came along and showed him that color existed in the dark. He held onto you like you were the last matchstick to be lit in the batch.
“Don’t tell me I'm not yours anymore.” His eyes began to glisten and his blonde hair almost faded to black with his misery. Shaking your head side to side, you finally fell.
Your cries hid themselves so well behind your pursed lips and bitten cheeks, you tried holding them in, but with him begging for you, you just couldn’t. Sunghoon brought your head into your chest to muffle your harbored sobs. You wrapped your arms around his waist holding him as if he’d disappear into thin air.
“My mom- she made me do it, she made me stop seeing you. I tried telling her but she wouldn’t listen. I’m sorry, god I'm so sorry.” You spoke to him in short breaths and he nodded, smoothing your hair. You could tell by his ragged chest that he too couldn’t stop the waterworks.
He held your face in his palms, his eyes wet and cheeks a bit rosy. He licked his lips looking down at yours before taking them into his. He bit your bottom lips before taking both of them once more. He moved so fast yet so diligent. One hand moved down to hold your waist, arm slithering over the length. He began to move as he propped you against your bedside table digging your body into it. His kisses felt like a fiery mess, so many sensations washed over your nerves at once and you wished he never stopped.
“Don’t leave me.” He pulled away looking down at you. Your lips looked so beautiful to him, swollen and red. He leaned down once again, swiping his tongue over your lips.
“I love you-” You started but he cut you off placing his head in the crook of your neck smiling against your skin. “Always and forever.”
© eulris
authors note, this is dedicated to @yenqa because she called me delulu bully her please avenge me
When Kafka Tamura said:
“The strength I'm looking for isn't the type where you win or lose. I'm not after a wall that'll repel power coming from outside. What I want is the kind of strength to be able to absorb that kind of power, to stand up to it. The strength to quietly endure things - unfairness, misfortunes, sadness, mistakes, misunderstandings.”
...I fucking felt that
Character Demo - "Alhaitham: Think Before You Act" | Genshin Impact
On his self-coined term of "feeble," Alhaitham thought it was just an off-the-cuff remark, and never expected it to become a point of controversy.
However, this is ultimately irrelevant. He is not concerned regarding other people squabbling over such frivolous matters, as it's not his time that is wasted.
i think this guy lost an eye idk though
I posted a genloss animatic yesterday :D
stills from a silly insta reel
katrin.vates
St. Columcille's Chapel
house that eats and pleads and kills
lee seokmin x reader
genre: horror
warnings: there’s sexually explicit content (minors dni!!!). please read the other warnings carefully — gore, decay/rot, grief, vomit, blood, major character death, body horror, injury
words: 3.4k
tagging @neonun-au
strange house we must keep and fill. / house that eats and pleads and kills. / house on legs. house on fire. house infested / with desire. haunted house. lonely house.
tracy k smith, ash
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#1761:
There’s a ghost that lives in your house.
Tonight, you wake up, 4am, thirsty, and when you get yourself a glass of water from the kitchen, he’s perched on the counter. He’s wearing a loose pajama shirt unbuttoned over a baggy tee, shorts, and bright orange socks— so comfortable and relaxed, you almost forget. Here in the moonlight, he looks so solid, you think you could almost reach out and touch him.
“Can’t sleep?” he asks, casually leaning forward.
The tap water tastes stale and metallic. You briefly consider grabbing some painkillers, but then you remember that you had emptied the ibuprofen two nights ago and you still haven’t picked up a new bottle.
“It’s okay,” he says, laughing. He looks like sunshine. “I can’t either.”
He seems to appear everywhere in the house— sitting on the couch, staring out the windows, reading the mess of papers on your desk with his tongue between his lips and eyes squinted in concentration. Sometimes you ignore him, pretend that he’s just a hallucination, and he never seems to mind. But sometimes when it gets too much (the grief? guilt? loneliness?), you talk to him.
Tonight, maybe it’s the nightmares, maybe it’s the chill that creeps into your large bed, but you decide to ask. “Still haven’t figured out what you need to do?”
He shakes his head. “I feel like it’s something here. I’m so close to cracking it.”
And then he’ll pass on, the unsaid conclusion.
“I’m sure you’ll get there,” you reassure him with no real conviction behind your voice.
“Here’s to hoping.” He raises his hand like he’s holding an invisible glass, and he laughs when you raise your own glass half-filled with tepid tap water.
“Clink,” you say. “Here’s to hoping, Seokmin-ah.”
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This holiday one-shot coming up makes me imagine the misfits in other seasons, maybe even back home???? Aabria?? Please??
Winter - I had way too much fun drawing Jammer’s sweater.
Spring - They were each other’s valentines :) (I’m a poly-misfits believer)
Summer - Evan is burning, but no one wants to wake him.
Fall - They all dressed as famous witches and wizards!
Thrift shopping trip with big brother Pete!
so i’m knee-deep in tuc chapter 2 and just. god. i swear i nearly had a panic attack during the court room scene. i could barely breathe. my heart was pounding i had CHEST PAINS it was so intense and such a beautiful moment of story telling and it still makes me giddy to think about it. sofia lee my love. she’s so beautiful and so strong and emily plays her beautifully. you can tell how much she feels for sofia, how much she embodies her. the episode where she takes the pregnancy test and is crying is so moving. it’s so beautiful. emily has a lot of empathy, i think, and you can really see it in sofia.
A Hat Full of Sky
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"...the sky was midnight black, shorn of stars. This was the landscape of Tiffany Aching’s mind.”
"On top of a round hill was a four-wheeled shepherding hut, with a curved roof and a chimney for the potbellied stove. Inside, the walls were covered with the yellow and blue wrappers from hundreds of packets of Jolly Sailor tobacco."
I discovered Terry Pratchett's Discworld ~ a couple of years ago. Not sure how it took so long, since I love fantasy and magic.
Truly, better late than never. These books helped me through a lot of the last year. I swallowed a good chunk of the Discworld series, starting with Guards! and Tiffany. Since then I’ve carried in my own mind an image of granny’s shepherd hut as it existed in Tiffany’s head, her hat, and witch herself. This personal work / fanart took a few months, on and off, to realize.
EDIT:
Of course I don't notice the last image is hot garbage quality until its been reblogged a few hundred times. 💀 Replaced, futile though that may be.
Thank you all, I'm very happy you like it!
why is how to train your dragon that good of a movie wtf. who let it be that good. fuck.
IM ACTUALLY TWEAKING OUT THE NEW STRAY KIDS ALBUM IS SO GOOD 😭😭😭😭 ITS SO GOOD IM BECOMING FUCKING VIOLENT BRO. SIMPLY LISTENING ISNT ENOUGH. IVE BEEN LISTENING FOR HOURS ON END IM GONNA GO INSANE WHAT THE FUCK
