#abrasife

[unladielike]

As much as he hoped to not run into anyone he knew while picking up a certain series his sister pre-ordered for herself, here he was at the very same book store Vivian liked to go to, holding a newly released shoujo manga series in his hand with the girl in question absolutely having caught him red handed here. It had been some time since he sorta blew up at her for his absolutely trivial insecurities, and he did owe her an apology for it. Even though the girl was likely doing her best to ignore him right now as she turned away to mind her own business, Keith cleared his throat and turned to her, tucking the manga volume he had into the bag he had brought for easier transportation of his sister's purchases, ❝ I'm sorry about last time, ❞ he began awkwardly, unable to really look her in the eyes as he said it, ❝ I'm not the best at keeping cool when people hit nerves. ❞ He paused, thinking that Vivian probably wouldn't want to hear any excuses out of him. It made sense that she didn't. Besides, she was clearly more compatible with people like Reanne anyhow in terms of friendship and whatnot, ❝ anyway, I'll leave you be. I just wanted to apologize for that. ❞

          UNPROMPTED ASKS. » always accepting!

    The moment Keith entered her peripheral, Vivian wasted no time whirling around, intent on re-browsing the shounen manga again; after all, his presence alone was enough to deter her from checking out the new updates. Before she could bring herself to trot forward, however, him clearing his throat has her immediately cease, and against her better judgment, she'll slowly peek back at him over her shoulder with a single brow arched upwards, as if saying, 'What in god's name do you want?'

    Truth be told, she didn't know what exactly to expect considering it wasn't as if she knew him particularly well yet; still, the subsequent apology Keith uttered was enough to make her jawline unclench, because when it came down it, she just couldn't find it in herself to stay mad at him.

    "...Apology accepted, I guess," Vivian ends up sighing. "I mean... when you're clearly trying your best to be sincere, it's hard to really hold grudges, you know? Besides, I do lack the social aptitude to choose my words more carefully, so people already get mad at me a lot... in other words, I'm pretty much used to it. But yeah, consider our last altercation together water underneath the bridge." Sure enough, she then ambles over to survey the recent volumes released by Tamako Tamagoyama for the series, 'My Cat is Such a Weirdo' all while debating whether or not she should get it for Hayate's Christmas present. Of course, she still wasn't standing super close to Keith, but now that he apologized, the distance between them did at least shorten to half a meter.

    "Are you here for your younger sister?" Vivian finally goes on to question, making it rather apparent she pretty much paid no heed to his last words.

@abrasife

#abrasife #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ /dust the cobwebs off my blog ] #[ as always severa thank you for the ask! ] #[ i hope i managed to answer it to your liking ]

[eunciia]

'' do you mind? '' [to Connor, probably bc Keith recognizes him and thought to strike a conversation to see how he's been doing]

prompted┊@abrasife

Connor was at a loss of what to do today. He didn't have to work and school wasn't in session. The raven had found himself in the park, a book in his hand as he walked through the park by his apartment. He was trying so hard to be one of those people that bird watched, or even people watched, but he was so bored not even ten minutes into it. He simply decided to find a bench near the fountain in the middle of the park, not too close that it was too loud, and bury his face in his book until there was a reason not to.

He was nearly at the end, not wanting to even consider checking his phone to figure out how long he'd been here. It couldn't have actually been that long, knowing how fast of a reader he was. The raven was used to having some form of direction, something going on in his day that he could at least work his schedule around. He knew had he just stayed home today, he would have ended up depressed and not have gotten out of bed, and he wasn't really to put himself in a slump like that.

He looked up at Keith's voice, knowing that it was familiar, but not being able to put a face to the name until the locked eyes. He gave the redhead a smile, scooting over for him to take a set next to him if he so chose to. ❝ I don't mind at all.❞ Connor stated, folding over the corner of the page he was on and closing the book in his hands to give Keith his full attention, ❝ How have you been lately? It's been awhile.❞

#❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ answered asks ⊱ #❛ 🍂 ┊ connor ⊰ in character ⊱ #abrasife #❛ 🍃 ┊ ⊰ queue ⊱

[sapphiresands-moved]

@abrasife​ | Starter

What was a peaceful evening at one of his favourite cafes turned into quite the unexpected experience. 

Sevren was simply glancing out the window, lost in thought as he watched the rain fall-- But his daze was soon interrupted when a figure walked by. He didn’t catch it at first, but he was swift to jolt at the realisation.

He knew them. 

Or, well, he used to. He knows that soul.

Sapphire hues could only watch as the other approached the counter, eyeing every movement.

"...”

“... Again, Lady Fate? It’s been so many years.”

Hesitation could only lead to regret, and he knew it. With that in mind, Sevren stood, leaving what was left of his cappuccino as he followed. 

But what excuse could he use? He’s had no chance to prepare as normal. A stranger approaching out of the blue while picking up an order is suspicious indeed.

“... Excuse me,” he simply called out.

“Do I know you from somewhere?”

When all else fails, it’s best to simply be honest, he figured. But the snake also doubts he would be remembered. 

#abrasife #verse: main #hope this works! #sorry for the wait alksdj

[vilecovet]

@abrasife​ ; daffodil, hydrangea, lavender, peony, salvia, sunflower, and tulip for anyone you want to answer the questions with 

FLOWER MEME ! — ACCEPTING 

Daffodil: is your muse one to be loyal in relationships, or are they likely to quickly move from one bond to another? / Beck 

I gotta tell ya, Beck is a one and done type person. The second he admits that he’s in love with someone (and you know, he gets over his fears and stuff), it’s over. He better marry that person or he’ll be single forever. It sounds drastic, but for someone to witness his true self and love for him for that is insane to him and he’s not going to take that lightly. There’s no cheating, no moving on if his partner somehow passes on, none. Someone is going to have to force that man to keep living, lmao.

Hydrangea: how much does your muse value communication in their relationships with others? Are they prone to being misunderstood? / Tsurya

From what I’ve seen, Tsurya is the most misunderstood of all my muses. He silences himself unless he’s prompted to share his experience, and communication is not his strong suit whatsoever. He doesn’t reach out and he doesn’t express his emotions—unless he feels safe. He also dissociates a lot so it’s hard for him to stay focused on a single conversation. Does he value it? He knows he should, but it’s still a challenge.

Lavender: how easy is it to gain your muse’s trust? Once their trust is broken, how might one go about mending it?  / Beck

It’s difficult to gain Beck’s trust because he doesn’t think it matters. He’s a people-pleaser first and foremost, so his objective will always be to earn the other person’s trust. If they end up hurting him, oh well, it just reinforces the fact that he’s worthless and he’s comfortable staying in that self-sabotaging mindset. He’s really backwards and I love him for it. 

Peony: what would a ‘  happy life  ’ look like in your muse’s eyes ? 

This question implies that my muses think they’ll be happy one day, and they don’t. Aha.

Salvia: is your muse possessive over people or things that matter a lot to them? How do they express that possessiveness, or lack thereof ? / Beck & Tsurya

Let’s start with Beck. He’s extremely possessive and it’s alarming. Like I can’t sugarcoat it and I’m not trying to make him out to be “cute” or whatever, he will fight someone in the street if he thinks they’re flirting with his person. With non-romantic interests, he’s possessive, too. If anyone he cares about is being abused, he will want to take the perpetrator’s life, it’s just how he internalized his father’s teachings. He will go to prison to save what belongs to him and he doesn’t care.

Tsurya cranks up his intimidation factor when he feels possessive. Whereas Beck will make a public scene, Tsurya is very private. He will pull the perpetrator aside or stop time for a few seconds so he can take care of business. He won’t take life, but he’ll be very petty about it. 

(I can’t believe y’all ship with these freaks-.)

Sunflower: what brings your muse the most joy in life?  / All muses

Seeing the people they love be happy. That’s literally it. 

Tulip: how does your muse view people in general?  / Beck

For Beck, people fall into three categories: those who threaten him, those he can save, and those he’s indifferent toward. 

The first group consists of his parents, and he thinks they’re the worst in the world. 

The second group involves people he could help in some sense, whether it’s being a friend, a cheerleader, lover, bedmate, whatever. This group makes him feel better about himself, so he’ll always pour more energy into them. It’s twisted to think about, but he can pick up on weak-hearted people and he’ll always attach himself to them. 

And the third group of people are self-sufficient emotionally and physically. He’ll leave them alone because he doesn’t see a reason to be in their life. This is when his nice-guy persona is in full force. He’s cordial because you’ll probably never see him again.  

c:

#{ ooc } — it be yara. #/ one day people will understand how insane beck is- #/ he's lowkey evil LMAO #/ i also enjoy writing from the perspective that people pleasing #/ is a form of emotional manipulation #abrasife #/ THANK YOU FOR SENDING THIS

[bclasaeg]

@abrasife​​​ said

❝ You know, Rachael keeps telling me I look like our mom, like 'super exact', as she puts it, ❞ Keith spoke up out of nowhere. In his hand was a fashion magazine, and he had it flipped open to feature a short interview with his sister. Looking up from the pages, he shifted his gaze to Jinrou, ❝ do people tell you you like your parents too or is that sort of thing really uncommon? ❞

//  “ Did she? ” Jirou gave Keith’s face a once over before returning to the task at hand. “ I suppose you’ve got her nose... but then again Rachael also has the same nose. I’ve only met your mom three times. ”

   “ People say I look a lot like my grandfather and my sister looks similar to my old man. ” He hummed, ladling a little of the stew before him onto a tasting plate. “ Try this. I saw something online that red wine makes a beef stew richer but... I can’t taste a difference. ”​

#abrasife #—《 oedipus & sister complex 》 “ jirou ” ⁽ ᶦᶜ ⁾ — #(( af t er 7 ye ars... #i wheeze #i so sorry

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[monsterdealsfrance]

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#Papier Abrasif

[ylly22-2]

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Après la sortie de 25 albums, leur tube légendaire « When I'm with you » dans les années 70 et plus récemment la musique du film "Annette",  les frères Mael font toujours des étincelles. Leur nouvel album "The Girl Is Crying in Her Latte" est inventif, déterminé et abrasif renouant avec les boucles electro sans délaisser les guitares rock ! 🎸 et la touche cinématographique qui fait aussi partie de leur univers.

📰 Rencontre chez Ron Mael et Russell Mael dans leur antre californien à retrouver dans @parismatch.

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#ron mael #russell mael #sparks #sparks 2023 #paris match

[lalignedujour]

-C'est horrible, ça te ronge, ça te bouffe de l'intérieur.

Je suis arrivé au milieu de la conversation, je croyais qu'ils parlaient de prison.

-Ça te colle à la peau, tu peux pas t'en défaire. Et ça te détruit !

Ils étaient en train de mélanger de la matière à la bétonnière.

-Et une fois que c'est là, c'est abrasif, ça te tue les bronches et les mains.

En fait, ils parlaient de la chaux.

-Donc gants et masques obligatoires, ok ?

[aisakalegacy]

Hiver 1899, Louxor, Egypte (3/3)

J’ai repris mes occupations au chantier de Deir al-Bahari et j’ai eu la joie de retrouver toute mon équipe là où je l’avais laissée. Toute… ou presque. En arrivant au camp d’Al Simhara, j’appris l’existence d’une dissension avec notre référent culturel égyptien, le cheikh Fahad Madbouli. Je vous ai parlé du bras droit de M. Naville et du caractère abrasif de celui-ci. Mr. Carter a en effet un tempérament chaud, qui a tendance à aggraver les conflits… Une dispute entre Madbouli et Carter a apparemment éclaté peu de temps avant mon arrivée, causant le refus le plus total de coopérer de la part de Madbouli, qui a donc fermé l’accès à sa bibliothèque à l’équipe de fouille, nous privant par le procédé - mais cela était le but - d’une documentation précieuse. Je me suis demandé quel affront avait pu être commis, et être suffisamment sérieux pour causer une telle rupture, mais personne n’a pu m’apporter de réponse satisfaisante tant la mauvaise foi est retentissante des deux côtés.

M. Naville se souvenait des bons rapports que j’entretenais avec Madbouli avant mon départ, aussi me renvoya-t-il à Louxor avec pour mission de convaincre le cheikh de m’accorder un accès à la bibliothèque - si ce n’est pour l’équipe, au moins pour mon usage personnel. Il n’était pas chez lui, aussi décidai-je de faire un tour au souk en espérant que quelqu’un l’aurait vu quelque part, et en espérant passer le temps avant de retenter ma chance. Par chance, je tombai sur lui alors qu’il se rendait au hammam ! Je le suivi, et le hammam étant un lieu propice à une discussion détendue, Madbouli me reconnut, m’accueillit chaleureusement, et nous sympathisâmes davantage. J’entrepris d’en apprendre plus sur la cause originelle de la dispute…

Voici ce que je suis parvenu à reconstituer : la femme de Madbouli avait pris l’initiative de faire apporter une marmite de mouloukhiya au camp - une soupe visqueuse verte de feuilles de jute, qui est aussi le plat préféré de la plupart des Égyptiens, l'un des grands symboles de la culture égyptienne, et une source de leur fierté. Carter, dont l’intérêt pour la culture égyptienne s’arrête à la XVIIIe dynastie, procéda à décrire en détail tout son dégoût pour ce plat, à coup de comparaisons peu ragoûtantes et peu flatteuses… insultant à la fois les goûts du cheikh, la cheikha, et l’Egypte toute entière. Madbouli le lui fit remarquer d’une manière peut-être un peu brusque, mais cela suffit pour enflammer Carter - lequel fut défendu par Naville. Furieux et offensé, le cheikh annonça alors sa rupture avec le projet.

Suite à cette conversation, et visiblement heureux d’avoir été écouté par une oreille extérieure compatissante, Madbouli m’invita à manger chez lui. Contrairement à Carter, qui n’est probablement jamais sorti des hôtels pour occidentaux, j’avais fait l’expérience de la culture égyptienne. Je connaissais donc la générosité et l’hospitalité des Egyptiens, et j’étais également conscient de leur susceptibilité dès lors que l’on parle de nourriture traditionnelle. Je fis la connaissance de l’épouse de Madbouli, qui avait préparé du kochari et de la fatta, et je m’assurai de complimenter la qualité de sa cuisine en particulier et de la cuisine égyptienne en général. Le cheikh et la cheikha en furent vraisemblablement ravis, car ils m’offrirent l’hospitalité et me proposèrent un hébergement dans leur demeure à chaque fois que j’aurais besoin de demeurer à Louxor - ce que j’acceptai de bon cœur, lassé de l’inconfort des petites chambres que je louais dans les appartements au-dessus du souk. Si vous voulez me contacter, vous pouvez donc m’écrire à l’adresse du cheikh Fahad Madbouli - j’ai écrit le détail sur le volet « expéditeur » de cette enveloppe. J’y réside la moitié du temps, car maintenant que je suis le seul occidental autorisé à visiter cette bibliothèque, l’équipe compte sur moi pour les apports en documentation annexe. Constantin serait ébahi par la bibliothèque du cheikh : celle-ci est souterraine pour protéger les livres, souvent anciens, du soleil et de la chaleur, et Madbouli possède également une collection de reliques anciennes que mon cousin saurait certainement apprécier.

Au plaisir de vous lire bientôt, votre bien dévoué,

J. Le Bris

Post Scriptum : Je ne sais pas si vous avez reçu le faire-part de décès envoyé par ma « belle-mère », mais j’ai le regret de vous annoncer que mon père nous a quittés en décembre dernier. Pour tout vous avouer, son état de santé était si déplorable ces dernières années que cela n’était qu’une question de temps, aussi j’ai reçu l’annonce sans surprise aucune. Marie ne répond plus à nos lettres, et il semblerait qu’elle ne demeure plus à l’adresse qu’elle nous avait donné. Si vous veniez à la rencontrer, transmettez-lui la nouvelle s’il-vous-plaît. Il est difficile de s’occuper de toutes ces affaires à distance, aussi ai-je chargé mon oncle Joseph de s’occuper de la succession. En tant qu’évêque, il me paraissait être le membre de ma famille en qui je pouvais avoir le plus confiance.

#ts3 #simblr #legacy challenge #history challenge #decades challenge #lebris #lebrisgen3ter #Jules Le Bris #Auguste Le Bris #Marie Le Bris II #Joseph Bernard #Jeanne Daville #Fahad Madbouli

[unladielike]

❝  here, you look like you're freezing, ❞ Keith bluntly stated as he handed her the hand warmer he kept tucked in his pocket. As he was using it for his own needs (thanks Raynaud's), the heat pack was nice and hot. He had been making use of it up until this moment, but he couldn't just ignore how frozen and stiff Vivian's hands were getting—she was even blowing on them to try and warm them up. Besides, it wasn't like his own hands wouldn't warm up themselves over time. All he needed was to keep his swelling hands in his pockets for a bit while he made his way to somewhere warmer. Hopefully, she didn't pay any mind to how his hands looked as he plopped the heat pad into her hands. As he slunk his hands back into the security of his coat pockets, he avoided her gaze as he continued walking beside her, ❝ don't give it back until you're all warmed up. ❞ [this is from the meme but I customized a scenario and added some more dialogue]

          CARING PROMPTS. » still accepting!

    As soon as Keith spoke, Vivian would gradually whip her head around to regard him with a few surprised blinks rolling off her eyelids. Was that honestly what it looked like, she wondered? Truth be told, it was more so that the October chill numbed her hands so much, she couldn't exactly feel her fingers anymore, but maybe to everyone else, she seemed cold? Either way, Vivian would absentmindedly retrieve the heat pad he had given her... though, the whole entire time, her perplexed gaze doesn't once leave his eyes or collarbone as warmth begins trickling back through her desensitized palms.

    "H-Huh? But I'm seriously not..." she attempts to protest. Still, Vivian finds herself ultimately accepting the heat pad with a resigned sigh once it occurred to her Keith probably wouldn't listen. "Fine, fine. You can be so awfully stubborn sometimes... you know that, Keefy? But thanks, I guess," she then concedes while clasping the heat pads between her hands. Granted, it wasn't exactly a substitute for human physical contact or something, yet at the same time, Vivian figures she shouldn't complain... not when Keith did infrequently demonstrate his kindness.

    "I'll be sure to return Mr. Paddington to you later," came her eventual reassurance. Of course, by 'Mr. Paddington, she was referring to the heat pad he had just given her. Why she ended up giving an inanimate object a name, however, was truly anybody's best guess at this point.

@abrasife

#abrasife #║▌ ⧼ ⸢ ʚɞ ⸣︳m̲o̲d̲e̲r̲n̲. ⧽ ― ENTER THE MANLY HEROINE OF JUSTICE. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( PUBLISHED ) ⤹ •• 𝕒𝕤𝕜𝕤. #⸾ ❖︎ ⸾ ( QUEUED ) ⤹ •• 𝕗𝕠𝕣 𝕥𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕚𝕓𝕣𝕒𝕣𝕪. #[ thank you for the ask!! ngl i was admittedly surprised you sent something in too ] #[ because i don't think our thread extended far enough for you to get a true feel of their relationship dynamic?? ] #[ but i'll assume this takes place after they've gotten to known each other a little bit better ]

[eilosyne]

Notre-Dame

Les cuisses frottent et parfois se frôlent Forme humaine de papier à poncer Je décide de les enduire D'un Soleil abrasif et fiévreux qui immole L'évanescente réalité Ce tas de livres se réfugie dans mes mains Observées à 99%

Univers comprimé dans la ville déambuler - capturer - t'imaginer - te chercher verbes maintenant entremêlés preuves de ton existence de ta nitescence qui ne me quittent

Août attend la nouvelle lune et l'hypnose des lettres qui transmettent la maladie et la nostalgie de tes mots

#napowrimo

[sapphiresands-moved]

❛ i just wanted to make sure you’re okay. ❜

𝐬𝐨𝐟𝐭 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐬𝐰𝐞𝐞𝐭 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬 | Accepting

"I don't understand why."

"We're just strangers... I'm tired of pretending otherwise."

He turned away, rubbing his face. The snake has scolded himself, pushing guilt for holding onto the past too much. For only seeing his old friend, and not accepting the person his soul had become now.

"However..."

"That doesn't mean I wish to stay as strangers either... I'm managing. You don't have to worry about me. It's not like I have an idea of what you're also going through..."

"I want to get you know you, if that's fine."

@abrasife

#abrasife #verse: main #; ask prompt #I cr y

[vilecovet]

     “ EXCUSE ME. . . ”

     It’s not everyday that Cody musters the courage to outright approach a customer, but this one doesn’t seem like the typical visitor. He expects women mainly, gardening enthusiasts, or frantic guys struggling to pick something out for their romantic interests. They, however, were rare, and only seen around Valentine’s or Mother’s Day. So, what’s with this guy? He tries to conceal any apprehension or suspicion, straining for neutrality. 

     “ Welcome to Ladyfloras. Can I help you with anything?” 

closed starter / @abrasife​. 

#abrasife #{ cody ; ic } — your suffering is loud. #{ cody ; closed starter } — careful. i hear everything. #/ here you go~! #/ queued.

[rawdog-band]

Next gig - prochain concert ! RawDog fête ses 10 ans et la sortie de son 5e disque “Riding the monster”. En guests: YuëH (trio rock abrasif) et Foune Curry (trioT punk) Billetterie : https://bit.ly/3jZ4Xw0

#rawdog #concert #punk rock #grunge #garage #yueh #founecurry