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Noctambulism
Original Fiction: Cheritz’s Mystic Messenger
Characters: ??? (OC), Choi Saeyoung ❘ Choi Luciel ❘ 707
Synopsis: Vagility fulminates. A heliac obmutescence in fodient nil. A sevidical malfeasance to a suffarcinate. Ecotopia of digital apotheosis. Thanatoid will-o’-the-wisp. Cacoethes of shipwreck. Nocuous, nebulous ether.
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Athwart the estival antichthon of an albugineous yet sparsile paranatellon septentrional to the philomelian empyrean of cadaverous phantasmagoria whereout beleaguers the mendacious esoteric plane ensconces a sempiternal, amaranthine domicile wafting in an elysian gradeviance of contrite paraphernalia—howbeit ephemeral. This troboccant epithalamium of tumescent interjections and ecdemomania, wherethrough a twain of a quiescent microcosm, pneumatically, weaving in the macrocytic convolution of apotheotic interramification and a nascent conundrum, inly, bioluminescent of blazing stars, disembogues thro the nexus of conflagrating sempiternity.
Aroint, the diminutive terrarium proliferates the elephantine circumambience of somandric, diurnal tetanothrums occulting myself: a revenant and clandestine proleterain and accentor under a tenebrous palliate of nubivagant nimbus. The minimalistic escritoire nowise antediluvian but mine effuses a cantabile divertimento of inveigle therapeutic, amandating the polyphiloprogenitive hibernaculum within contemporaneous efficaciousness forefront. My chiral femurs decussate with languorous syncronicities; the unostentatious, dextral patella turns cantilevered by the anon mirroring begotten to the hyperborean cushion of the leucochroic swivel chair.
The orchidaceous modicum of scintillescent gumusservi is but an iothermous, ignescent ’s ultrageous moonglade thro agathokakological appetence and werifesteria. Forsake the ickle synallactic, me, for an unconsentaneous knosp abscinding the obtesting, naufrageous mansuetudes within the substratum of insouciant nepenthes is an ophiuran’s deperdition.
Cosmogyral abscissions of fibrous albedineity pirouette umbe the dexterous baton of my macilent, manal combs. Eftsoon, they winnow thro my habroneme, nutant duvetyn from scalp to hypenemious ends, exungulating the woolage tinct a genteel gegenschein of their somnolent debarrass along meteoric peregrination. Tilly suspiring, the eclaircising, yarling, and bestirring verticillate conglomerates in vesuviate, cognate ustions by a mellow scourge chaffered to the decurrent lurch of the mane.
Accede no atermoiements nor mepanchymagogue misqueme me. No impecunious malarkey shall abrogate the sophrosyne mine, mine, and mine. Impacable and fingent archiloquy, parsimoniously, emmewed to an anechoic fecundity due capillaceous effulge from selenian obeliscolychny’s concentric evagation besmears a wheedling veneer of crystalline aseitas that compaginates the blepharal sensory neurons in haptic, pycnomorphous herringbone chains. Pamphagous metanoia . . . Feculent omniregency and ennui in a laxotic jardinière. I, beforetime, impignorated to succor magniloquent logarithmotechny, not malapert solipsism. Dispendious apanthropinizations are berthed to my panegyrizing diegesis.
Their lachrymogenic aphercotropism nictates the mascaraed lashes obtenebrating the fremescent, glaireous eidolons biding in my thalassophilous eyne.
Be the inocciduous, mutterseelenallein antiscian ravished impavidly by her quanked tintinnabulation effectuated from the irenic, oragious desideratum. Demulcent deligations whittled to a tarrish flexiloquence, absquatulate with hieroglyphical mephitises thenceforth the manuduction of my posse eardrums ere long. Nefelibata is a fainéant, selcouth deambulatory whereat difflugient, soliterraneous eunoia and meraki trutinates betwixt Machiavellian and crazedness in quaintrelle’s leptosomatic barathrum. Be semovedly athirst for insouciant drapetomania wellaway.
Kakabiel’s ribbons deluge the astir, cerusleus tonality of Morpheus’ Neptunian literati under my ecru slipper boots, foraminated by the primitive matutina whereon diurnal Helios inaugurates his plodding chaperoning of the luminiferous sun barge over the vespertine zenith forby.
Howbeit nemorivagant and addlepated, I quaere the ichneumous, querimonious charlatan of gladdening, marmsome Chang’e. My marcid lifestring is makeless in benighting, nary seraphical. Forsooth, my venefic pentagramme comprehends of latifolous abalienations, with inverecund vertices and yblent sides. Must I be birthlessly denominated a “meteorous lodestar,” meetly glisteneth microphonous and tenebrificious in ludibrium? Must I needs animadvert and bear a vizard of a mentiferous damosella somnambulistically daylong?
The abstrusest ackamarackus is not thitherto of a taeniform, cagastric cariosity. The astrologaster’s twistification and filamentiferous stultiloquence are nowhat a hollow-hearted gastriloquist’s. His jocose, nocicipient jabberwock of fallacious chips, reneging algorithms, and macaronic space whereamong Gabriel’s moon vicambulates nowhither are no stayless itineration to ludic desponsation. Our obsequious wights are non-recrudescent: the unwooded, forbruised little fingers slumber woundy aside an encaustic roll of coquelicot ply. He bides in the splendent oxygen, aphlogistic and writhen neither. He is ineffable, lachrymable, and necessitous, and naught.
A preludious terriculament.
The nonsane paranatellon noons to unoffend the liefsome chevalier and didest to fair Leliel.
“Don’t be presumptuous,” I say, gilding with the yexing operose and ignivomous veileth. Induratizing his varidity is the circumterraneous appurtenaunce to this forlightening, multinominous serein of corybantic divertissement. “Abhorrible Eomma, the nidering apple does not fall far from a tree.”
The cardioid esclandre, erelong, overbrims. Gruing in marscesible pnigalion, thymogenic squassations of an adversarious quiddler dejerating to pervigilium obambulates my marscesible phalanges, depending down, whitherto, the quatervois of illecebrous Charybdis with bedrenching pelmatograms effodicating the ninquid languisheth. Latitant effervecnency numinously disembosoms and balters in the extraforaneous semperlenity.
Exigently, wherefore slantendicular, miscellaneum arpeggiones of caliginous admixed with the pantagruelian Marche funèbre et chant séraphique waltzes, cleansing the imperspicuous, biangulous, and chromophilous avaunt. The coruscating inselberg in internecine otherwhere fumously quiches and bemoans; glareous, plumeous cormorants nullifieth achaenocarps of wayfaring perdition and vagabond. Nary, an igniparous and neottious similitude is magnifical and quick in mineself. The dokkaebi’s’ mazarine flames long sojourn and near resorb back to my carniferous tabernacle.
Quidditative diapason dislimns, sith dehiscent, feckless, and melismatic senescent, soporiferous plenilune dapocaginously dehisces the renascible jumelle of their holybenthic amsonia beneath my paregoric talon. Conticent pandiculation eleemosynarily exosculates my etiolated but Laodicean epidermis in a bewraying bummel of nigh forecasten, coacervate expergefactions withal, meliorizing the facundious tabefaction fairhandedly and plenteously to a loofward, embryous boston.
Abhorrently, sorrowly, contrariously, incorruptively, lingerly, fullbringingly, gnosticly, ultroneously, mainfully, and gladsomely, my meagry mandible undights the cinerulent and algid gyves crimpling the encaustic, emollient mendaciloquence in my serpentigenous anagogy, abducing forthwith the endmost residua of her tentiginous, nychthemeral recrudescence and vivificating the peripatetic, nocent gentlesse hitherto. Forsooth, a rubedinous niceling needs absterges the diamantine dinumeration. Sithence, humicubation vaticinates the inimaginable thing of nothing renownedly.
My unbeseeming toruffling oppilates.
Pulchritudinous and maladious Myeongwol slowlily lachrymates in her doloriferous, lugubrious, lapideous polyandrum befitting of an exalted, diallieged poet laureate, shriving her transpicuous dilection to writative oneiromancies of hypolimnetic threnody. And, the juvenescent, fletiferous, malacophonous sijo of woe, elengeness, dégringolade, waldensamkeit, rebullition, and puissance sanctificates, bootlessly, the irreptitious tatterdemalion of which her gelid Niflheim, her founderous avisiouns, and the griefful yestreens of kithing dubitation caparison. The gisaeng’s solisequious buchaechum for her brumal amatorculist smoulders in an involute, dolent abannation.
An inexsuperable, caudiform duvetyn of fortuneless, volubilate constellations brenningly abases my blenting plethoras hardly of hebetant quiritation.
Optics brigue moonblind. Reilluming my ablaqueation a nimious circumvection. Chantepleuring the oberration an outrecuidant obstupefaction.
I, the doloriferous acerbitude, eloignates the tralucent, guttulous adumbration.
His innutritive harpagon an inlapidate cuttle of cumbrance.
A quaint cunctation.
Naught.
Author’s Note: Something short that I decided to write today. Mostly a stream of consciousness narrative from procrastination. Thanks for reading.^^
#mystic messenger#mysme#707#Luciel Choi#Saeyoung Choi#mysme 707#reader#707 x reader#choi luciel#Choi Saeyoung#Luciel Choi x Reader#Saeyoung Choi x Reader#fanfiction#mystic messenger fanfiction#mystic messenger oneshot#oneshot#tags#so many tags#woooo#meow~#boop~#pow~#mine
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“I took my pills today.”
— This day and everyday.
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cuteness overload
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12 Faces of Women (12金钗众生花), composed by Chang Fai Yeung and performed by various Cantonese female singers, is a criminally under-appreciated album. It tells the story of the classic novel, Dream of the Red Chamber, through 12 fairytale-like songs that are richly orchestrated and flavored by traditional Chinese instruments. Each is lyrically stunning as well. This song, The Animal of Love, tells the story of a woman who will suffer anything in order to be loved.
Give this beautiful album more recognition.. listen to it here! http://www.xiami.com/album/369?spm=0.0.0.0.O2irCB
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Havent posted any songs for ages, so here it is! (check out the fyhongkongmusic tag for my previous posts.) Ahhhh this is such a classic (from 1989), hope everyone likes it!
留給最愛的說話 - 張麗瑾 + 鄭丹瑞
曲:高慧娟 | 詞:小美
* 已不知成為習慣呆坐孤單的空間 似有意無意錯過了時限 這餐室人潮漸散寥落加一點嗟嘆 似轉眼轉了痛苦的空間 垂著無言倦眼心只想你可能仍再返 想你從無改變再渡這一晚 不懂如何習慣驅走心裡苦雖然短暫 當你長離此間便告別浪漫 (獨白:終於我鼓起0左最大0既勇氣約你出0黎 因為我想面對住你講出我心裡面想講0左好耐0既說話 可惜果個落雨0既晚上 果條濕滑0既公路 果個粗心大意0既司機 令我唔可以趕呢間咖啡室… 親口對你講一句'我愛你’) Repeat * 每一天仍懷念你 懷念這餐室中等你 你愛說愛笑愛與我同回味 (你累啦) 你此刻沉沉睡了 (0訓啦 唔好再想我啦) 留下我淒愴呼叫 (我永遠永遠都唔會再返0黎 你一定要嘗試習慣渡過每一個孤獨0既夜晚) 我縱說最愛你都不知曉 垂著無言倦眼 心只想你可能仍再返 想你從無改變 再渡這一晚 不懂如何習慣 軀走心裡苦雖然短暫 當你(我)長離此間便告別浪漫
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Thank god they have all the MCs in the world nowadays. Q v Q
#mystic messenger#mysme#mysticmessenger#707#choi luciel#choi saeyoung#unknown#choi saeran#mm ray#mm#my heart is dying#ouch T_T
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Without wounds my existence is bleeding, and I can’t find the inner trail to follow myself.
Julia de Burgos, from Song of the Simple Truth; “Tardy, Without Wounds,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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“Every single moment I spend with you is like magic to me.”
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Shape of the World is now on Xbox One, Nintendo Switch, PS4 and Steam. Amble, drift and fly though a psychedelic and interactive world of forests and creatures. A 1.5 hour meditation for the end of a busy day.
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Colorful moments snapped on a seaside jaunt.
#shape of the world#game#epitome of fantastic art direction#so beautiful *~*#cool fact that one of the creators is an aquaintance of my friend
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I earned my own voice The shape it makes in the world holds me
Kazim Ali, from “Origin Story,” New England Review (vol. 38, no. 1, Jan. 2017)
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“The Forest of Nibel is an ancient forest that is home to magical wonders and enchanted creatures. Within Nibel is also the wise and very powerful Spirit Tree, who brings light to the land.” The main locations of Ori and the Blind Forest game. Seriously this game is awesome and hella beautiful I mean look at those sceneries.
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I have embraced the dawn of summer.
Arthur Rimbaud, from Selected Poems & Prose; “Dawn: Aube,” (via violentwavesofemotion)
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