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he makes you feel all the things you often joke about missing in college. he makes you stay up late up on the phone, twirling your hair around your finger like a chick in a typical teen romance movie, so much so you sometimes wish you still had a landline. he makes you giggle in a way that only comes out around him and smile so hard your cheeks hurt.
before seungcheol you didn’t know what it was like to be foolishly in love. to be consumed by the kind of love that you see in the movies, filled with photo booth film strips and surprise coffee dates and grand romantic gestures. he calls you baby, and sweetheart, and even angel in the right moments.
he makes it impossible not to miss him.
how do you make a home?
truth be told, you had been resistant to moving in with seungcheol. you liked the idea of having your independence and you liked having your own space.
but somehow, over time, you found traces of yourself appearing in his home.
a green toothbrush next to his red one. your favorite blanket of his draped over the sofa because you always fell asleep during movies. your favorite brand of microwave popcorn in the pantry and a spot for your socks in his drawer.
you remember asking him, “hey, is it okay if i keep some of my stuff in your dresser? it’s not that much, i promise. you don’t have to, if you don’t want…”
and he had just smiled, watching you with those big gorgeous eyes of his.
“i would eat hot coals for you,” he had replied, and the response caught you so off guard that you let out the ugliest snort of laughter.
they were just some socks, but seungcheol was always dramatic like that. it didn’t matter that you didn’t live with him. he was your true home, anyway.
i’ve been running round trying to find a place where i can breathe.
your favorite dates were the ones where you’d walk around fancy neighborhoods, pointing out your favorite houses.
“ooh, cheol, look at that one!” you say, pointing to an A-frame with dark shutters. “oh, it’s so beautiful.”
“we could fill it with that style you like so much—farmhouse?” he adds on, grinning as you gasp enthusiastically. "with a big kitchen and lots of windowboxes."
“and—and we could have a pool in the backyard!”
“we could get a big dog. like one of those burmese mountain dogs.”
“mingyu could live next door.”
cheol snorts, shaking his head. “sure, and wonwoo and seokmin and jeonghan and vernon.”
“would you want kids?” you ask, looping your arm through his as you lean your head on his shoulder. the two of you pause to stand outside the house, admiring its romantic frame and cozy exterior.
“with you?” cheol murmurs, and you’re surprised to hear a crack in his voice. concerned, you look up, only to see him gazing at you with heart-wrenching affection. you giggle as he leans in to press a gentle kiss to your temple.
“so many.”
i found you under an april sky.
you met seungcheol in new york, in your second year of grad school. you had been studying at the cherry fountain in central park, working on one of your final papers, when a man in a smart wool coat had come up to you.
he had brown windswept hair, round wire-framed glasses, and a grin that could melt the coldest heart. he looked frazzled, asking if you had seen his friend around (“he’s tall and kind of stupid—oh, i’m gonna fucking kill him—dark hair, Korean?”).
you shook your head no...do you know how big central park is?
somehow, you ran into him again, just as you were leaving for the evening. the sun has started to set and the lights in the high-rise buildings have started to come on. you bundle yourself in your scarf when he notices you.
he’s holding a rose, probably one from a street vendor, and he hands it to you sheepishly, like he can’t believe he actually found you again.
later, when you put the flower in a vase, you notice he wrote his phone number on the tag.
i found mingyu. i hope i can find you again, too.
seungcheol x
home is wherever you are tonight.
tonight you’re alone, writing something in your diary when your phone dings! the little heart next to his name makes you swoon.
cheol <3: hey, can i tell u something?
despite knowing it’s probably not a big deal, your mind races through all the worst-possible scenarios it could be. what if his mom died? what if he’s moving back to korea and he doesn’t want you to come with him? what if he's sick? what if he's breaking up with you—
you: yeah ofc
three little dots pop up on the screen, hardly seconds after your response. you watch them with a strange mixture of excitement and despair, despite how much you reassure yourself it’s nothing bad. seungcheol would never tell you something serious over text message.
you hear the ding! again, and you can't fight the silly grin that inches across your face.
cheol <3: i just cant wait to marry u xx
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TW: EYESTRAIN
MANKIND IS DEAD OIL IS FUEL HELL IS FULL
It would be funny if the Evanuris could gain control of someone who keeps marks 🤡
yo i'm going through my drafts atm and i realized i forgot to post this. SO. FIRST ANIMATIC I GUESS???? I HOPE THE LINK WORKS???
i don't know if this would be canon- i just kind of heard and audio and got Hit with Motivation- but i'm Losing it over how they both view this conversation as something totally different. Leo's thinking J is like, asking him out, and politely rejects him with a "maybe," because at this point with his mindset he's all "yeah i'm just unable to do romantic relationships ig, but i dont want to outright reject him out of fear of fucking up our friendship." Meanwhile, Jeremiah is, in a way, asking Leo to be his ghoul (because he can't just breach the Masquerade like that, but feelings of love are a symptom of the blood bond, after all, so just say it like that)- and in this context, the polite rejection doesn't/wouldn't even matter because Leo accepted the drink/blood bond anyway.
have some extra frames that i decided to not put in at the end:
These frames would imply a bit of a timeskip, since this now shows Leo after his Embrace picking up an empty glass, almost like he's looking back on that memory with the added lense of what he knows now. While neat, I felt they diminished the impact of the empty glass just sitting there, showing how Leo had unwillingly(?) accepted Jeremiah's offer and you just kind of have to deal with that information.
okay Ramble Time is over bye now <3
!!!! My official q!jaiden design .
I have like ,, so much to say abt her design but ,, > too lazy to explain. Expect alt outfit designs soon ,,ue
Also it's like. Almost midnight here so I really gotta go to sleep lmao
There’s a Science To Walking Through Windows
(Villainous Songs to Fall into Entropy To)
That’s right, its a Sidestep Playlist
Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Tears for Fears) || Graceless (The National) || That’s Not My Name (The Ting Tings) || Thnks Fr Th Mmrs (Fallout Boy) || Doing It To Death (The Kills) || I Dreamt We Spoke Again (Death Cab for Cutie) || R U Mine? (Artic Monkeys) || You Had Your Soul With You (The National) || Future Me Hates Me (The Beths) || La Devotee (Panic At the Disco) || Adore (Savages) || New York (St. Vincent) || Conversation 16 (The National) || O Maria! (Sea Wolf) || Blood in the Cut (K.Flay) || The System Only Dreams in Total Darkness (The National) || Human (Rag’In’Bone Man) || Bite the Hand (Julien Baker, Phoebe Bridgers) || Everybody Wants to Rule the World (Lorde)
Sakura and her bats (Kanata and Sakura).
If anyone's curious, she's got lichtenberg figures/scarring over her left eye from the chidori.
noelle’s latest blog post oh my god. kris and susie deserve like 100 years of therapy and a lot of time to sit at the diner and talk about their problems together. anyways funky town outfits!!!
athena kid!leona infected my brain for a while and i decided to expand. here have a twst pjo au
i might get to assigning the others soon but for now i'm happy with my scrunklies
too bad the Jedi couldn’t see the warning sign :/
quick n simple based and using images from this warning signs post
PINES. PINES. PINES. PINES.
[Image description: art of Mabel and Dipper from Gravity Falls. They're grinning, and they each have one eye glowing yellow. They have their arms around each other, and they make a triangle symbol together with their fingers.
For the record, I really fucking hate pollen
indie game where you are a human looking for something anything doesn't matter what. maybe you're a mechanic hired to fix a faulty panel whatever anyways it's somewhere inside this huge network of tunnels that were built by robots, for robots, and you gotta get through the tunnels to get your special something.
and these tunnels are hostile not hostile in a way that they're actively trying to kill you but hostile in a way that they weren't built for people. the first thing you have to do is to get an oxygen tank because since robots don't breathe, they've never had the need to filter the toxic atmosphere of this alien planet. Okay.
so you're lugging around an oxygen tank while still exploring tunnels, which are still not meant for human legs. the steps on these stairwells are too large. the steps on others are too small. these things are manageable, even as mammoth sized bots lope up the giant steps and small ones skitter up the small ones. maybe you even find a mask that fixes your oxygen for you, so you don't have to carry around oxygen anymore.
your journey is briefly stalled by a wall scalable only by holes in the surface, far too small to fit human fingers comfortably, but still doable. you are not about to tear your fingers to mush over this - you were hired to fix a panel, not become parkour artist! - so you meet a robot that saws off your arm and attaches a shiny metal one that ends in no imitation of a human hand you've ever seen before, and it propels you up the wall like a dream.
it continues for a long time like this - you explore, encounter a setback, find a mechanical solution to your problems, and go on. you acquire more and more modifications, swapping them out as needed. The final section of the labyrinth packs your brain into a case the size of a roomba so that you could slide down a tunnel half the length of the planet, but at that point the only thing you needed to get rid of was your beating human heart.
when you get to the panel, you fix it, and your job is done. You are not much of anything anymore. you realized about halfway through that you were sent here to die among a society of robots, some of whom are sympathetic to fleshy beings, less of whom are able to change things for you, and some who actively hate you.
and to be clear there were many points - way too many points - in the journey where you could have asked a passing bot for help but the truth was that you felt too humiliated by your human limitations by the majority of robots who just didn't really care about your troubles. Now you have nowhere to go and no one to be, and you sit in the core of the planet alone monitoring the network until human genetics kick in and your brain cells start to die off one by one.
when you finish playing the game you understand how it feels to live in a world not made for you