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BIRD AESTHETICS

𝐒𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐑𝐎𝐖 .     innocence, big dreamer, waking up too early, walking home, being afraid of meeting new people, slim hands, always cold, reading a book under a tree, the smell of the forest, missing your home

𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐋𝐄 .    independent, caring too much for others, sharp looks, walking through the city late at night, the tallest and most spectacular building, iron, being single and okay in a world that tells you that being single is bad

𝐒𝐖𝐈𝐅𝐓 .  falling in love easily and heavily, traveler, the infinity of the bluest sky, storms, broken smiles, forgetting people who used to be your beloved ones, feeling out of place, mistrusting people, a fleeting romance

𝐂𝐑𝐎𝐖 .   feeling as if you have seen so much and as if you know a lot, prejudging, tight hugs that leave you breathless, a grey sky, serenity, intelligence, being left behind, chains, smoke, the pride of someone wise

𝐃𝐎𝐕𝐄 .     petals, jealousy, being tired of living with the same old faces, whispered secrets, marble, sundresses, white clothes, the first sunset of winter, pride in who you are, learning to get over someone

𝐒𝐄𝐀𝐆𝐔𝐋𝐋 .   family, golden light, the sea murmuring in your ear, summer afternoons, caramel ice cream, collecting seashells and other things and calling them treasures, living breezy and carefree, swimming in the sunlight

𝐂𝐀𝐍𝐀𝐑𝐘 .     artistic, getting excited easily, dancing and singing while you are alone, looking at your friends having fun, no phone, being afraid of judgment, spring, a meaningful gift, the first ray of sunlight

tagged by: stolen from @ambitionwon​ tagging: steal it from me. be gay do crimes.

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and part of that enjoyment, of course, is sharing my joy with other people. 𝐒𝐎 𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐈 𝐀𝐌! I’ve finally created my own graphics commissions blog after ten years. Better late than never…?

Apieroart, meaning 𝓲𝓷𝓯𝓲𝓷𝓲𝓽𝓮, 𝓫𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭𝓵𝓮𝓼𝓼 𝓪𝓻𝓽, was created as a graphic design blog for those of you who are 𝐈𝐍 𝐍𝐄𝐄𝐃 𝐎𝐅 𝐀 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐍𝐆𝐄; for those of you who want to 𝐂𝐇𝐀𝐋𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐆𝐄 the boundaries of tumblr graphics and make yourself 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐍𝐃 𝐎𝐔𝐓. 

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ambitionwon​:

❝ i — yeah, um, yeah, ❞ he manages to stutter out between kisses, not willing to break away long enough to actually respond, dreading the fact that he knows he will have to break away to find the aforementioned condom.

he’s not actually as shocked as he thinks he should be that they’re about to do what they’re about to do again. he thinks he should be very shocked, considering they had both been adamantly against even discussing it less than fifteen minutes ago when they’d woken up, but now with her lips pressed against his again ( and he’s not gonna pretend that the kisses aren’t still desperate, hungry and wanting and everything he can imagine they were the night before tenfold ), he doesn’t think he’d actually want to be doing anything else, let alone stopping it from escalating like it is as he pulls away hesitantly. 

he shifts to the side to slide open his bedside drawer, hand digging for the box of condoms he knows is somewhere near the top.  ❝ they’re just, uh, i know they’re  — hah,❞   he doesn’t bother to suppress the nervous laugh that comes with his dorky exclamation, sliding one out of the box and bringing it between his teeth to tear it open, eyes meeting hers as he does. 

now is not the time to get self-conscious. he thinks the nervous flutters in his stomach are pretty stupid considering they’ve already had sex once, even if he doesn’t remember it. as he feels an eerie sense of doubt start to creep into the back of his mind, he decides to deal with it the only way he knows how; it’s time to overcompensate. 

as soon as the condom’s rolled on, he leans in again to capture her lips with his briefly before trailing softer kisses along her jaw, sucking lightly on the spot where her jaw starts to meet her ear. 

❝ so, uh...  ❞ he can hear the huskiness in his own voice by her ear, deep and dripping with the wanting that he feels.  ❝ what now?  ❞

he wishes he were smoother, but something about zoey and something about the way they move together just makes him wanna give up control, makes him wanna hit the ball into her court and let it stay there, let her do whatever she wants to do to him. 

god, he’s pathetic.

Zoey can’t help but smirk at how he stutters in between kisses, so unlike his usual obnoxiously cocky self as he readily agrees to her half-demand, half-request that it almost endears him to her MORE. To call him   ‘  eager  ’   would be an understatement, &. honestly? She might like him BETTER like this. 

If she thinks about it   (  &. to be frank, she’s actually trying NOT to do a whole lot of thinking beyond the basics like mouth goes here &. hands go there in the interest of preventing further freak outs  ), it’s not actually all that surprising how things have escalated to this point. Once she admits to herself that he’s handsome   (  very, very handsome, in fact; &. he’s even MORE handsome like this — flushed &. needy &. pliant  ), it’s not quite as hard to admit that she LIKES him or that she’d really   (  really, really  )   like this to continue much, much further. &. once she admits to herself that this is what she actually WANTS, it’s easy to silence that pesky, tiny little voice in the back of her mind that’s still wasting time &. energy listing off all the reasons this is a BAD IDEA instead of cataloguing the hitches in breath when her lips hit his neck.

(  One of these days, she’s going to take the time to weed out all the sensitive places on his neck, &. NO, she’s NOT going to examine how that train of thought implies that she’s already planning on continuing this thing between them past the here &. now either, so fuck off.  )

The wave of satisfaction that comes when Leif finally starts to rummage through his drawer for a condom is expected. She thinks she could get used to the overeager way he gives into her demands, every bit as endearing as when he’d been tripping over his words.   (  &. hey, maybe if she plays her cards right, she can figure out how to get this Leif at work because she DEFINITELY prefers this to the willful disobedience she usually gets from him.  )   What’s NOT expected is the way all the air leaves her lungs at his breathy little exclamation, butterflies raging in her stomach as the façade slips even further &. she catches a glimpse of a Leif that she MORE than likes. Uh oh.

(  She remembers those early months of working at SPRQPoint, when the hero worship had first begun to fade &. she could start to look at the men around her like coworkers instead of idols. She still hadn’t been completely comfortable around anyone who wasn’t Max, but those friendly-yet-stilted elevator rides had gone from being intimidating to enjoyable. She might’ve had the teeniest of crushes on him then — not that anyone could ever PROVE IT without going through her journal through with a fine-toothed comb. It doesn’t feel like just a   ‘  teensy crush  ’   anymore.  )

Is the scar new? It’s a distracting thought that comes out of nowhere when their eyes meet, still reeling from the flip-flops her stomach had done seeing his dorky smile, &. her eyes linger on it long enough that their lips reconnecting actually catches her by SURPRISE. So much for the control she’d had earlier.

He doesn’t seem to notice the slip, though. Thank God. Not that it makes much of a difference when he finds another sensitive spot effortlessly, drawing out a soft moan that doesn’t even begin to cover half of what the DEEP, husky want in his voice does to her.

               ❛     Now...     ❜          she starts, her voice sounding far more even &. CONTROLLED than she actually feels as she takes hold of him in her hand &. lines him up with her entrance.          ❛     You fuck me.     ❜

Another flash of memories hit her when she sinks down onto him. Her name on his lips, pitched &. needy as she grinds against him &. scrapes her teeth along his Adam’s apple   (  &. there’s an idea for later...  ). Then laying on her back, the feeling of deceptively SOFT hair clutched tightly in her hands, messing up his usually perfect hairstyle as he takes her apart with his tongue. She imagines he’d heard his name just as often as she’d heard hers. Maybe more.

With the first rise &. FALL of her hips, she can’t imagine things will be much different this time.

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ambitionwon​:

he’s not showing off. he would describe it as, uh… well, showing off might actually be the best phrase for it, anyhow, as his lips move desperately against her neck, any sense of decorum thrown out of the window when she’d rushed him with a kiss. 

now that his lips are pressing against warm skin, he’s remembering more and more of the night before; kind words swapped over obnoxious giggles and far too much tequila mixed with many other things followed by a memory of leaning in to kiss her ( and if it fills him with a small sense of disappointment that he’d been the one to initiate it, he certainly doesn’t acknowledge it, choosing instead to direct his full focus to making sure there would be something to show for his efforts on her pale skin ) and then a memory of kissing her some more and then of a very handsy ride in an uber back to his apartment followed by quite a bit more than kissing. 

a particularly well placed kiss draws his name out of her throat and god, he can feel the way it makes his stomach flip as he wishes he was able to pull her any closer to himself than he already has, settling instead for letting his hands travel up her torso, rubbing small circles just underneath her rib cage.

at this point, it’s pretty dumb of him to think he has any control over the situation ( he thinks, truthfully, he’d given that up the moment her legs had straddled his lap, hungry and eager kisses pushing more for a way to endear himself to her than anything else, any effort to guarantee that she has reason not to push him away in disgust; a person much less biased than him would say that he’d given that up when he’d let his guard down the previous night at the bar ), as he lays small kisses back up her neck and reconnects their lips hungrily with a small moan in the back of his throat that’s only a little embarrassingly whiny. 

he doesn’t even bother to hide the disappointment that crosses his face when she pulls away, eyes flitting down to her lips and back up to her eyes as she sputters about ‘not knowing why she’d done that’. in all honesty, he doesn’t really care why she’d done it, his mind still very much focused on the actual ‘doing it’ that had occurred. 

❝ we should, uh… ❞  ‘one hundred percent continue this, bad ideas be damned’, is what he wants to say, kiss swollen lips parting in shallow breaths, eyes caught on her own lips as he feels his heartbeat thrumming in his ears, very aware of the positioning of their bodies, only a sheet between bare skin where she’s not yet stopped straddling ( and she must be as aware as he is of how interested in continuing this he is under the sheet ), but he knows the desperation he feels would cloud his voice and he still has at least a little bit of pride left, buried beneath the torn apart exterior of his body.  ❝ we should what, zoey? ❞

he doesn’t give her time to answer as he moves forward with the words, slowly, a teasing edge to them accompanied by the ghost of a smug smirk, almost sure from the look in her eyes and how she’d looked him over that this is not as one-sided as he’d previously thought, thumbs rubbing softly along the line of her ribcage. he hopes he’s making the right move as he presses his lips to hers again ( he doesn’t think he’ll ever get rid of that small voice of doubt in the back of his head ), softer this time, but somehow needier, still ready to be pushed away at any moment, to be rejected at any moment despite the many signs of reciprocation he’s been given.  

          ‘  We should what, Zoey?  ’

Coming from Leif, it sounds more like a CHALLENGE than a genuine question   (  &. hell, knowing what she does about who he is as a person, it probably is a challenge — a damn tempting one at that  ), &. if she weren’t already painfully aware of how thin the sheet separating their bodies is, the huskiness of his voice would certainly be an adequate reminder. 

The truth is, she doesn’t know how she’d planned on finishing that sentence before ogling him had caused her to lose her train of thought. They should... STOP? She didn’t want to. Forget this ever happened? She didn’t want to do that either, &. she'd bet pretty good money that Leif was on the same page as her on that front. Keep doing this? That one was certainly the path of least resistance, &. she definitely wouldn’t say no to having his lips back on hers again.

As luck would have it, though, he doesn’t even wait for her to actually give him an answer. He just leans in, slowly, like he’s giving her time to change her mind &. push him away before their lips can connect again. It’s almost... sweet? She can even let go of the smug smirk that accompanies it because every other inch of him is radiating a hopeful nervousness that contrasts it. 

If it’s a rejection he’s worried about, he’s NOT going to get it. Instead, she shuffles forward, pressing back against him deliberately &. deepening the kiss.

Kissing him feels different now that’s it’s a conscious effort &. not just a poorly contained impulse. Maybe it’s because she’s stopped telling herself that she doesn’t want to kiss him when she so clearly does. Without all the rationalizing going on in her head, telling her all the ways she can STOP this at any moment &. how it doesn’t change their relationship   (  because it does, &. maybe that’s BETTER; maybe admitting to herself that Leif isn’t the worst thing ever is BETTER  ), it’s a lot easier to just let herself enjoy how GOOD it feels. She thinks she might finally know the answer to that question too.

               ❛     We...     ❜          She starts, mumbling in between kisses instead of pulling away.          ❛     Or rather, you... should really consider finding a condom.     ❜

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ambitionwon​:

he’s not sure what to think. he’s absolutely not sure what to think. because one second, he has the vague memory ( though, he can’t be entirely certain that it’s an actual memory because he wasn’t actually paying that much attention ) of zoey running on about how ‘not talking about it is the best idea ever’ and the next second her mouth is on his, hungry and passionate and decidedly NOT detesting him.

his secret? he doesn’t really hate her. or not as much as he lets on, anyways. if anything, he’d had a little bit of a crush on her when she’d started working at sprqpoint two years after he did. she was cute and nerdy and nervous and he’d wanted to be her friend, more than anything. and he’d thought they were acquaintances, at least. until suddenly they’d been up for the same promotion ( and of course he wanted it, what was he supposed to do, throw himself under the bus? not acknowledge his own skill? c'mon, son ) and her attitude towards him did a full 180.

he wouldn’t describe himself as a petty person ( though, many, many others would ), but most of his vitriol towards her was in retaliation. every second after she’d gotten the promotion had felt like an attack against him, whether it was in simple teasing or active dislike. he wasn’t exactly sure what he’d done, but he knew he wasn’t one to be outdone, so he dished it right back, petty comeback after petty comeback, dirty look after dirty look. it might’ve left a pit in his stomach, but at least he wasn’t lying down and taking it.

whether he was in the right or not, it’s certainly not relevant as she shifts onto his lap and that’s a whole different level of surprise for him. one second ago, he was certain that any second she was gonna realize what she was doing and pull away, but here she is, straddling him and he feels like he should be embarrassed by the tiny whimpers coming from the back of his throat ( because that’s exactly what they are, whimpers, god, he’s pathetic ), but he’s not, only wishing that she was closer, closer, closer.

his hands move to her hips on instinct and it feels way too familiar, blurry memories from the night before resurfacing of him on top of her, hands pressed into her hips as his lips wandered down her neck. he wouldn’t call it inspiration, but he does find his lips moving from her lips to her pulse point and sucking, desperate for any kind of reaction, any kind of validation that this was real and happening and that he wasn’t still drunk or asleep or absolutely hopeless.

There’s an eerie sense of déjà vu when his hands fall to her hips, flashes of tequila hazy memories resurfacing in an order that doesn’t quite make sense. Him on top of her. Her on top of him. Enthusiastic kisses in a dimly lit bar that soon turned into even MORE enthusiastic making out in the back of an Uber. She’s not sure if she should feel grateful that she’s starting to remember how the hell they got here or embarrassed at how willingly she’d escalated things. 

          (  Guess some things didn’t change between tequila drunk Zoey &. tequila hungover Zoey.  )

It’s just kissing. Just really, really good kissing, &. sure, they’re supposed to be sworn enemies or something, but since they’ve already done the whole    ‘  drunken hookup  ’    thing, letting it go on for a bit longer can’t exactly hurt now... can it? She can pull away whenever she wants to, &. right now, with Leif’s lips on her neck, sucking on her pulse point   (  is it LUCK or a resurfaced memory from last night that has him finding her weak spots so quickly? she’d ask him herself if she were capable of a thought more coherent than   ‘  guh  ’   at the moment  )   she doesn’t want to. Sue her.

               ❛     Leif...     ❜          She knows she should definitely be embarrassed by how desperate &. needy his name sounds on her lips right now, but she isn’t. They’re teetering dangerously on the precipice of doing MORE than just kissing, &. the scary thing is, she’s starting to second guess whether that’s actually a bad thing.

Is it even going to make a difference if she keeps this from progressing from sober kissing into a sober hookup? Normal is feeling further &. further away with every brush of his lips against her skin — eager to please, familiar, &. GOOD. She could just let this happen   (  again  )   &. deal with the consequences later. It would be so easy. Hell, it’d be easier than easy. Somehow. Because that was a sentence that totally made sense outside of her hormone addled brain.

          Where was she again?

Oh, right. Somewhere between kissing Leif &. pushing the sheet out of the way for an encore of last nights um... activities. Once she starts thinking about it, it doesn’t take her long to overthink it, &. she settles on neither, reluctantly pulling away with flushed cheeks &. a sheepish expression.

               ❛     ...I'm sorry.     ❜          She isn’t. Not really.          ❛     I don’t know why I did that.     ❜          She does. Even if she won’t admit it.          ❛     We should uh...     ❜          As she trails off she lets her eyes wander, taking in the aftermath of her impulsive move to kiss him, &. holy shit, he looks pretty much the picture of how she feels, flustered &. messy &. okay, she’d been very wrong earlier because she is attracted to him. Very much so. &. he looks about as ready for the kissing to have ended as she was   (  which is to say, not ready at all  )   which is a definite about face from his earlier   ‘  if we don’t talk about it, it’s schrodinger’s sex  ’   mindset.   (  &. someday, when she’s not hungover &. horny, she’s going to properly rag on him for how absolutely ridiculous that phrase is because seriously: what the fuck?  )

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did i come back onto this blog to announce that i’m returning to the rpc but with a new blog for a completely unrelated character? maybe so.

i promise i’m not abandoning zoey forever i still love her but i’ve been channeling her muse mostly into writing fic which makes rping a bit tricky. plus i’ve been dealing with some health issues. BUT. if you would like to follow me on my new blog, i’ll be over @dumbofbass.

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i’ve been off in giffing hell what have i missed?

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zoey clarke is a ravenclaw thank you for coming to my ted talk

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demorganed​:

@musicnmeme​​​ sent a ? for a starter with a generated sentence               /            meme.

He was pretty sure Zoey was the coolest person he’d ever met - one of them, at the very least. Not just because she worked for SPRQ Point, just in general…she was cool, and he was trying his hardest to seem cool too. He was yet to go to crazy lengths, yet to start pretending to be something he wasn’t to get into her good graces, but…there was still time for that. It would probably happen. For now, he was just trying to get her to pay attention to him. “Hey, hey, Zoey…walk with me.”

In the short time Zoey’s known Morgan, she’s come to appreciate a fair number of his idiosyncrasies. She’d noticed   (   &. on some level, related to   )   the need to IMPRESS right away, of course.   (   &. whether it stemmed from her job at SPRQPoint or a desire to date her is something that she was still working out.   )   She was also beginning to notice that he demanded her attention... a lot. &. really, she couldn’t complain about that very much either when he was both a great conversationalist &. a much appreciated buffer from Jeff &. Lester.          ❛     Uh... sure. What’s up?     ❜

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brokenspy​:

hearing music everywhere she went wasn’t as exactly as helpful as having all of the government’s secrets inside of her head. whereas chuck and zoey could probably understand each other to some degree, it wasn’t the same - it was an…interesting thing to be able to do, that was for sure, but maybe not normal. then again, sarah herself didn’t know much about normal - she’d never exactly been that. “you haven’t heard me sing, right?”

                    ❛     ...no?     ❜          If it isn’t obvious from the way her tone shifts from flippant to questioning that she’s lying, then her body language would certainly do the trick. She’s never been any good at this. Not just the lying   (   though it is, admittedly, on of her few weaknesses   )   but the lying about HEART SONGS. Keeping secrets was one thing. Pretending you didn’t know extremely personal information about someone when the laws of the universe pretty much demanded you do something about it? Impossible.          ❛     I mean... nothing important. Maybe just a teeny tiny heart song once or twice. Nothing to worry about.     ❜

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charlesxcarmichael​:

v.s. the Other Side of the Coin

                    “I only ever read the book, but I hear it was fun… And, um, no I didn’t. As I said, I was working on it with a friend… we had this falling out. It was almost done, I was the one who still had some left to do, but after everything that happened - you know how it is.“ They were coming nearer and nearer to the front of the line, his window for selling this quickly dwindling. He might be able to get a job at SPRQPoint without her, but there wasn’t time to get settled, to get to know everyone. Sarah and Casey had called her the ‘insider’; hopefully no one would ever know that was what they were turning her into, hopefully her life would move on without incident. Focus, Chuck…

                    “Tell you what, if you have time, could I maybe get you to look over my resume? My treat on the coffee,“ he gave her a small half-smile, and feeling every bit of nervousness it betrayed. The last time he’d had to develop an asset - Don’t think about that. “Please? I’ve been sending it all around, but I haven’t really gotten any hits. And, since you work there, you’d know what sort of things they’re looking for, right?“

                    ❛     It was, yeah. I used to play it all the time with my dad before... Well, it’s been a while to say the least.     ❜          The less she went into the whole thing with her dad, the BETTER. No need to bring the mood down even further, especially since she’d seemed to strike a nerve by asking him if he’d managed to finish the game. Even without a soul-spilling heart song, Zoey could tell that   ‘   falling out   ’   was probably barely scratching the surface of what had happened. She could relate.          ❛     You know, even unfinished, it’s still pretty cool. &. probably something you should consider putting on your RESUME? If you haven’t already, I mean.     ❜

With only one person left to order in front of them now, the end was inevitable. Zoey almost felt stupid for wasting what little time there was left to talk with Chuck on his resume   (   seriously? a world full of conversational opportunities, &. she had to go &. pick the most BORING—   )   until he asked her about potentially looking it over. Giving job advice to a potential subordinate that she also liked in a non-professional capacity was a slippery slope, but he wasn’t a subordinate right now. If resume advice was the excuse that got her free coffee &. MORE chances to talk about whatever other shared interests they might have, well...

               She could find a few tips up her sleeve.

                    ❛     I’m sure I could find the time somewhere,     ❜          she starts, a half-smile pulling at the corners of her lips.          ❛     You know, for the coffee. I can’t guarantee I’ll be any help, but I’ll do my BEST.     ❜

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how can you not think space is cool???? how can you not look at the sky and get completely fucked up thinking about it???? how can you think science is boring???????

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Soulmate friendships are indeed very real

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Just because I love you doesn’t mean I’ll let you win in Mario Kart. Fuck off