#int.

[myll3s]

[ lunes-1-de-abril , 10.55 am. ] hay colores que no le agradan a las vacas: el amarillo, por ejemp ― ― voz masculina fue sustituida con la música de un comercial que apenas duró dos segundos, porque el video que gaia estaba reproduciendo a unos cuantos metros del establo rápidamente se vio interrumpido por una pantalla de carga. un suspiro fue soltado por quien creía haber hallado un escondite de sus compañeros. ' señal de... ' no terminó de pronunciar el insulto, la presencia de alguien más fue percibida antes. ' uh. no estoy holgazaneando, si es lo que parece. '

#int. #no c si se entiende el st pero #salteen tranquis si no imaginan a sus pjs en el contexto <3 #arreglenles el internet o le va a aparecer a esta el conejo de compañía d los sims

[lgbtuan]

NO ONE TALK TO ME

#NO ONE TALK TO ME #AAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAAA #mingi #ateez #yugyeom #got7 #int.

[rvrend]

he hadn't been expecting to hear a knocking at his door this late in the hour, much less @moralpuppet out of anyone. rod hadn't heard much from the kid lately, only seen the drastic change in appearance and behaviour.

" orel ! what are you doing here ? "

he glanced around from side to side, seeing if anyone had come with him, or perhaps dropped him off at his steps. but alas, he found no one around, and the kid was looking worse than ever. eyes made their way back to orel, warm light from his house stark against the cold dim outside. it wasn't fully dark out yet, but it was bound to get dark soon. maybe being a nightowl was part of his newfound phase ...

#INT. #moralpuppet #V. THE GOOD REVEREND #id like to think rod was already in his pajamas HAHA #REGARDLESS !! as i said feel free to take this at your own pace n reply whenever youd like / are ready :-]

[bgtop]

he's not sure what's going on over there ... it sounds distressing.

#INT. #DASH. #poor steve .. so so confused <3 #he doesant even know

[r4bidog]

"Okay, daddy." (From Yongsun, do with this whatever you want lol)

   pass me the salt , princess .

   okay daddy .

 gangjae stops mid chew , looks up with the chopsticks still between his lips . daddy , daddy , he really did it . now that wasn't the nastiest fantasy they've gone through and tried in the bedroom but that one nickname settled a very warm feeling in the pit of his stomach . while he gave zero fucks about the business associates that sat around the large table in the most luxurious restaurant in seoul that gangjae himself had closed down just to talk the route of their new product to japan . . . he liked the way they raised their eyebrows . at least the ones who sat close to gangjae and yongsun — he can't help his smirk . he doesn't take the salt that yongsun is giving him , but his hand curls around yongsun's wrist to pull him away from his seat , up on his feet so it was easier to walk him around the table and bring him to his lap . one of the men coughed , one of them chuckled while he kept eating his sushi and cheolsu widened his eyes . gangjae , on the other hand , was sitting yongsun on one of his thighs , and hiding his face in the crook of his neck . eyes closed , a lingering peck placed upon the fading mark he's left on the pale throat a few nights ago . a soft murmur ;

 ❛ what did you call me ? ❜

#r3dblccd #int. #i scREAMED AND DJDJDKS SO DID GANGJAE . BUT INTERNALLY

[louiserowlands]

Starter to: Everyone (@aurorabaystarter). Location: Sweet Spot Creamy.

It was her day off, at last. Louise has been very busy lately but she couldn't complain about it — she loved to be there, to help, to listen, to be a friendly shoulder. Knowing that she could be trusted by a stranger was something fascinating.

Once in a while, she liked to go to Sweet Spot Creamy; it reminded her of the old days when she was a child, after school with her grandma, once per week, they met there and ate her favourite ice cream: bubblegum. It's still funny how it's still her favourite flavour. The blonde was feeling pretty nostalgic after buying bubblegum ice cream when she closed her eyes for a second until she felt a bump.

The ice cream was all over her floral, long, and blue dress. "Fuck." She mumbled, taking a deep breath. "I'm so sorry, I hope you're not dirty."

#aurorabay.starter #open starter #int.

[ikcrhn]

chasquea la lengua desilusionado luego de abrir uno de los huevos de pascua, acercándose a la silueta más cercana para expresar su decepción. ' ¿puedes creer mi mala suerte? lo único que he conseguido es de éstas ' enseña una pequeña botella de alcohol, abriéndola y dando un largo trago del líquido para cuando termina el lamento. ' creo que ya se llevaron todo lo interesante. ¿qué hay de ti? ¿tuviste mejor suerte? '

#iker siendo tremendo loser como siempre:p #dejo esto un ratito #int.

[6cular]

"this... isn't my bed."

 one leg curled sideways , cheek pressed on soft pillow ; and having the audacity to frown against the throb of his headache after drinking last night like there was no tomorrow . the halloween party that kyoto students threw wasn't exactly how gojo satoru expected his evening to offer , and making out with nanami behind the tree after getting scolded for his vampire fangs ? definitely not his plan . ‘ are you going to complain about how terrible my teeth look or just kiss me with them , nanami ? ‘ and he did , oh he did . gojo doesn't remember when and where he took them . not his bedroom , he remembers , must be a spare room that the new students were to stay in , oblivious to what their sensei was doing in it nights ago on a cold halloween night . he frowns . until he heard nanami's quiet mumble . . . which brought an easy grin to his lips . blue gaze opens to see deep purple painting nanami's neck , the first thing in the morning , then the messy strands of sandy blonde spread across the pillow . quietly , he brings one arm out from under the pillow and brushes away some stubborn strands from nanami's eyes — lingers rather unnecessarily to brush his thumb under his eye too . as if they were lovers , as if . ❛ good morning to you too . ❜  being lightweight wasn't the start of his problems , really . but nanami wasn't a fan of one night stands , as much as gojo can guess and imagine . his touches leaves nanami's face to run through his own locks , brushing away the pale strands from his creased brows as he shifted to face the ceiling with a soft groan . the sheets tangle around his torso , covering till mid thighs . there were scratch marks on his back , they burned when the sheets touched them . ❛ my head's going to explode . . . ❜

#ratiosalaryman #int. #usfw #hHEHEHEHEHEHEHHE

[crue11]

" did you have a nightmare ? " ( one of your MDZ muses ? )

 rong didn't like strangers , not the ones with pointed ears who were named gods ; but diplomatic relations often led to his father and his older brother meeting up with the strangest strangers . while rong was the ‘ blessing ‘ of their lands , could manipulate the weather and create storms to his will , he wasn't often viewed as a strong political figure — he was just the myth , just someone who sat with them during lunch and left when they started to get into deeper matters . the general looked like a frightening man , with a piercing gaze that rong tried his best to avoid until he woke him up from his nap under the willow tree . ‘ did you have a nightmare ? ‘ beyond terrified and embarrassed , the youngest heir to the throne immediately rises to his feet to bow to their guest ; a leaf stuck between smooth locks that he either doesn't notice or doesn't pay attention to . ❛ i apologize – i tend to feel sleepy around this time of year . ❜  a fruitful spring with the most beautiful sky above their heads , rong was truly a blessing since he was born , at least for the farmers . and rong liked sleeping outside with the soft breeze caressing his cheek rather than inside his private chambers — but perhaps it'd be a good idea not to do it when they had guests over . either way , he gives the other man a bright smile , nothing if not welcoming and warm . ❛ what can i do for you ? would you like to walk in our gardens with me ? ❜

#demcngeneral #rong d. #int. #ok hI . #i hope this makes sense .. heh #i can send u an info post about rong .. he's a mdzs oc 💞

[2heir]

He pretends it happens on accident about as subtly as a tsunami pretends it hadn't even seen the shore it crashed on. One hand propping up his face, so relaxed, seated on the floor next to one of the twin jades, yet so terribly tense all the same: Jiang Cheng is so unused when it comes to attempting to reach out for things he wants. Wanting in on its own feels like a concept not reserved for the likes of him. But his pinky has brushed against Lan Wangji's already and even while he looks away, as bad an actor as his Yunmeng's robes are purple, he can't help but feel like it's only fair to commit to what he's decided for himself to try. Even if it's killing him slowly inside.

((i said 'holding hands' and you said 'in the cloud recesses' and i lost my mind pretend this makes sense in canon pls pls pls 🥺 it even has shy jiang cheng like-- 🥺))

 jiang wanyin tries so hard to hide a tsunami behind his polite bows , his quiet thank yous when he doesn't even have to thank anyone . he tries to appear smaller because his brother is too loud and too big , and he has to keep apologizing — as a clan leader must . lan wangji was a lucky second heir , the responsibility of lan gusu’s future would probably never be dumped on his shoulders even though he was trained and taught to carry it as elegantly as he carries his sword .

 now placed beside him on the bench , he doesn't even know when their silence had become too comfortable for wanyin because usually the second lan heir didn't care if his companion was growing nervous about his stubborn silence . it was odd to feel satisfaction , relief when he realized that wanyin wasn't trying to start small talks to fill it . and even more glad when his fingers curl around his – he doesn't fully grip wangji's hand . only wraps his fingers around wangji's pinkie , ring and middle fingers . three fingers that gently settle inside wanyin’s curled palm and for a while it doesn't draw any reaction from wangji . for a while . soon his limp fingers shift , force themselves out of wanyin's grasp to curl around his hand instead . not loosely , not half hearted . wangji’s fingers curl and press on the wooden seat between them , prevent wanyin's from touching the hard surface , and be cradled in his tender hold .

 they must have been breaking some kind of rule – years of reciting the rules of lan gusu had taught wangji that even laughing can sometimes have consequences . let alone hold another sect’s heir’s hand , who's come here to cultivate and leave . wangji could name his action many unlikeable things but he chooses to focus on the softness of wanyin's hand . a contrast to his attitude and moody eye rolls , sometimes it's entertaining to watch from afar . the way he deals with everything and how everything gets on a wrong nerve ; he's hiding everything so well and wangji can , unfortunately see that . he doesn't look at anyone for too long or at all , but when something unusual catches his attention , he can see the problem very clearly . but lan gusu books couldn't teach him the warmth that's pooled in his chest when he felt the steady beating of a vein under his thumb and on wanyin's knuckle .

 ❛ . . . you're cold . ❜

#mythvoiced #int. #man why are they so funny i'm gonna slap them both gdi #lan zhan whY ARE U FLIRTING W A SECT HEIR IN CLOUD RECS OH GOD #full hand p*rn ....... damn

[petricove]

@crownsanity / cont.

be cool, simon. be. cool.

he takes a sharp inhale of breath. this isn't something he ever thought he'd do, and something he never wanted to do, either. he doesn't want to talk to him as much as he can help it, and it takes everything in him to not feel sick looking at him.

he's gonna cut to the chase, get what he needs, and get the hell out again. he forces a fake smile, almost talking down to the ik as if he were a child.

" i — look, you see that crown on your head ? " he mimics the shape of the crown above his head with his fingertips.

" this might sound a little crazy, but see — i lost mine and kinda really need it back. so if i could just borrow it — "

he reaches forward towards the crown, sweating profusely.

#imagine simons voice kinda awkwardly chuckling when he says 'crazy' #crownsanity #INT. #i need some sorta verse tag for this idk what .. oh well #and yeah i said the ik so it wouldnt show up in the tags LOLLLLLL

[rvrend]

rod had finally been released from his sickness - induced ' house arrest. ' it might've only been a cold, but noellene had wanted to be extra sure he got healthy — and that he didn't get the rest of the town sick again ...

he made his way to the office of the church, still perplexed about what happened sunday. upon arrival, he notices his recorder had been tampered with. a raised eyebrow, he presses play on the latest recording, arms crossed as he leans against his desk.

" alright, let's see what all the funny business is about. "

not much to his surprise, orel had been responsible for the past sunday's happenings. what an orel thing to do. he absentmindedly nods along as he listens, pulling at the ends of his sleeves with knitted brows at the boy's talk of a ' Godless, non - churchy existence. '

he continues to listen as he can't help but smile a bit — partly from ego, and partly from the words spoken. expression softens as the sermon comes to an end with a click, rod shaking his head with a small chuckle as he speaks aloud to himself.

" not bad, orel. not bad at all. "

#DASH. #INT. #moralpuppet #< bc of what its referencing #IVE BEEN WANTINGGGGGGGG HIM TO REACT FOR A WHILE of course this was the first thing i had to do upon getting my wifi back

[bgtop]

💀 — " What -- What's that, mistletoe? " [ Cesare questions, not at all convincingly, having just applied a liberal amount of lipstick. not to mention being the one who JUST hung that mistletoe himself -- in front of Steve. ] " It looks like we're just gonna have to kiss with our mouths, festive-style. Thats -- That's just tradition. I'm all about tradition ... "

at the mention of the mistletoe, steve looks up to where it had just been hung. though he had watched cesare hang the mistletoe directly above them and apply the lipstick, he somehow hadn't connected the acts as directed at him.

his eyebrows furrow in confusion at the talk of tradition. he'd never seen cesare pay much mind to tradition before ( and he'd seemingly missed the first part of the sentence. )

" but — you don't ... "

it takes a moment for steve to process the full of what he'd said. cesare can practically see the gears turn and finally click ! in his head as he understands what he meant, mouth opening in surprise.

" — oh !! "

his face lights up at the realization, before features shift into a more sheepish one just as quick. his face is a deep red as he glances from the mistletoe, to cesare, to his lips.

expression unsteady, he leans down towards him, hands shakily reaching out to hold his sides. screwing his eyes shut, he closes the gap and plants a very shy kiss, their noses smushing with a HONK ! after a few seconds he pulls back slightly, somehow even redder than before, giant lipstick mark lopsided on his mouth.

" l - like that ? "

#ANS. #INT. #z0mburger #V. IN YOUR HEART ! #AURRRGHHHHHHHHHHHHHH #HES BEING SOOOOOO BRAVE HES BEING SO BRAVE RIGHT NOW !!

[r4bidog]

 no agreements were made between them , not really , but yongsun proved to be a delight to have around despite his endless attempts to try and shoo gangjae away with his sharp tongue — quite unfortunate that it only drew him in more . his boyfriend had some trouble to deal with , thanks to do gangjae . . . so yongsun was left alone in their hotel room when gangjae walked in with a big grin . having stolen the card key from kiji himself . he welcomes himself in like he owns the place , pours himself a glass of wine that kiji must have ordered for himself and his boy ; it seems like he's ruined a fun night for both of them . [ @r3dblccd ] when yongsun comes out of the bathroom , gangjae was sitting on the bed with his phone in hand , chewing on some strawberries as he gave him another crooked grin . ❛ tsk . . . jagiya . kiji might be the luckiest guy alive . ❜

     *   gangjae calls your muse ' jagiya ' .

#r3dblccd #int. #xuisjskskowqo yongsun baby i'm sorry

[vehgas]

 as if seeing a ghost , his whole body freezes at the sight of the other man silently handing him the bag of pasta he was about to pick . a familiar touch , he's not quite touched anyone ever since he's been in hiding . not that he thought korn would end him , and the complete opposite of what pete asked him to do ( ‘ make up with them , vegas , they're your family – ‘ ) ; the last person vegas would trust was kinn , and his new husband that ran minor clan . . . and the last person he expected seeing outside was tawan . [ @asoulunbound ; tawan ] a ghost , or hallucinations because his medicines were taking up too much energy from him . slowly , vegas retreats his hand , feels the warmth of the man's palm linger on his knuckles . didn't he kill him ? ❛ . . . what are you doing here ? ❜  thank god pete allowed him to take a gun when he went out , thank god he doesn't care who sees him . it's an empty mall , it's too late for anyone to be outside except for an ex mafia heir that was too bored with his life . ❛ you're dead – ❜

     *   starter call.

#asoulunbound #int. #uhh .. maYBE POST SERIES ?? TAWAN AIN'T DEAD ??? IDK #i hope it's alright hehehehe .

[langcreation]

tags !

#OUT. #INT. #VIS. #AES. #HC. #TUNES. #ASK. #STUDY. #ill add more later ..