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Semi Hiatus

I’m not going to be very active until the end of January, because I have two exams coming up in the end of this month + work as well 😞 I’m available on discord tho!

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Semi Hiatus

I’m not going to be very active until the end of January, because I have two exams coming up in the end of this month + work as well 😞 I’m available on discord tho!

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divinaer​:

“  … It’s the first book, Cater. And twenty pages in. You’ve barely scratched the surface.  ”  In Cater’s defense, Trey can admit, is that the reading schedule can be a little much. In this short timeframe Cater is left with, it’ll leave him half-dead after the exams week. Trey could only offer a half-smile in sympathy.  “  I’ll bring you some tea and snacks, so please try to go back to studying before Riddle catches you distracted again.  ”

     “Why does the first book have to be so dry? It’s like they write these extra boring..” Cater whines, dropping his face onto the open pages in front of him. At least Riddle isn’t present at the moment, which at least gives him some room for complaining. Maybe - maybe! - Cater is partly to blame for his own misery, considering he procrastinated the studying process until the last minute (as usual), but that’s a thought he’s pushing down to the basement of his mind, because he doesn’t need the guilt on top of everything.

At the promise of snacks his head lifts from the book, a pleading look in his eyes. “If your hand happens to slip over that tea while you’re holding an energy potion or even some booze, I won’t be mad--”

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     “Someone pleaaase put me out of my misery--- I can’t read another page of this, my brain is fried to a crisp, I’m starving, my head hurts, I need a break--” Okay, maybe it’s only been an hour, but it’s been a very exhausting hour !! At this rate he’s going to die before he ever sees Riddle’s studying schedule in full effect.

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He scrolls through his phone with his trademark smile on, tapping the screen ever so often to like or share something. Nothing out of the ordinary - until he pauses, and for a brief moment the smile on his face falters. It repairs itself quickly enough, but when he continues scrolling it feels as though he seems a little less chipper about it.

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Send me “📝 + (fandom)” and I’ll reply with a character I would RP from that fandom

On a personal note: my friends, this doesn’t mean I will RP any of these characters.

Probably.

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✧ °┊┊ 𝐀𝐬𝐬𝐢𝐠𝐧𝐞𝐝 𝐂𝐡𝐚𝐫𝐚𝐜𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐀𝐫𝐜

disillusionment arc.

it's hard to imagine yourself when you were young. maybe you were meant to be a hero; maybe you could have been, in another world, but this world only made you sad. there seemed to be too many problems to fix and too much cruelty and too many hard lines that you did not know how to soften. the world turns and it is bloody and hard and you sit on your bed, thinking about the blood and the hardness and all you failed to do. i know it feels like you could sleep until the end of time, but i hope you don't. i hope you lift yourself out of bed one day, not to save the world, but to peel an orange and to walk in a forest; to find all the softness you could not create.

Tagged by: @dorakonia <3 Tagging: @divinaer @liliavanrouge @muraenide @crimsontyrant @mostrohost @taiixuan​ & you !

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@divinaer​ asked: in the silence of history lesson's study break, idia pulled out the tablet under the table and began a few messages. never had he imagined it'd come to this --- is he losing his mind? [text; idia]: cater-shi [text; idia]: looks like azul-shi won't be able to make it to club later. he said he'll be preoccupied for mostro lounge or smth [text; idia]: if you want somewhere to hide, you can come there later at 4pm. i'd just use my free time to catch up on my event wwww [text; idia]: ortho will be there but he understands, so you can trust him

It’s harder than most days to concentrate on actually hearing Trein’s words and not let the mind wander where it wants to go - which is anywhere but this History lesson, to be frank. Luckily Cater has mastered the art of appearing moderately interested even with a blank mind, and so he’s optimistic the professor won’t call him out for not paying attention this time. It’s never nice to be called out in front of the class but today it would suck especially, with his mood already dampened and his energy levels dangerously low.

He’s reached the point where smiling hurts and talking feels like physical effort; the point where he’d usually hide in his room and send a card copy to fend for himself the rest of the day. It doesn’t normally hit him this early in the day, but lately it’s been getting harder and harder to get out of bed in the morning and keep up the pretense throughout the day. Just a temporary weakness, Cater tells himself, but he can’t deny the little whisper in his head suggesting truths he doesn’t want to hear.

A sudden buzzing in his pocket pulls Cater out of his thoughts. He pulls out his phone and blinks in surprise when he sees the name displayed on the message preview. A smile tugs on the corner of his mouth as he starts to type his reply.

[text: cater] thank you, idia-kun 🧡 [text: cater] that sounds amazing actually [text: cater] wish we could go right now.. this class is a snoozefest 😴 [text: cater] ..thank you, really.

If someone had told him this would happen a year ago, he would have called them a liar. Or at least a little nuts.

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@poisonedbeauty​ asked:  ❝You should treat yourself better.❞ With the amount of times he’s found Cater like this, Vil knows there’s no point in repeating the same words to the ginger a thousand times. He’s beginning to feel like he’s chanting a mantra, but there’s no help to that. A cotton swap coated with medicine one could only find in Vil’s room daps at the bruise beneath his eye. ❝One of these days you’ll ruin your handsome face from all these abuse. Don’t you think it’s not worth it to lose your charm from petty people that didn’t matter once you look back?❞

Whatever the cotton swap is coated with stings and Cater bites his tongue to hold back a hiss. It’s nothing he can’t handle but it would be a lie to say that it isn’t uncomfortable - even with Vil doing a splendid job at being gentle and careful. Cater remembers feeling the hit, but it didn’t occur to him how hard it must have been until he saw himself in the mirror afterwards, cheekbone swollen and red and aching. It was a heat-of-the-moment type of thing, hardly meant to be a real slap, but these guys from Savanaclaw don’t always know the limits of their own strength.

Can’t really blame him, Cater thinks to himself. He did say he wouldn’t mind it, after all, even though he’d known it was risky (read: stupid) to get involved with guys who ask for that kind of thing in the first place.

But somehow he can’t bring himself to regret it now. Not when he’s back in Vil’s room, engulfed in the most enticing scent, a mixture of perfume and make-up of the highest quality, and Vil’s own warm and comforting presence. It’s quiet here, and safe. Vil looks focused as he cleans Cater’s wound and Cater uses the opportunity to watch his concentrated face in every small detail. There really isn’t an inch of Vil that isn’t beautiful.      “Maybe it’s worth getting put back together by Vil Schoenheit afterwards.”

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You know Cater is the kind of person who will wear a beanie and three layers of sweater and jacket because he’s cold, but then wear pants that don’t even go down to his ankle and low rise sneakers with no socks.

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For the sake of Cater’s sanity, I need you all to use THIS WARNING next time before you send me your female muses, okay? Okay.

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@deformedsouls​​ asked:  [BACK] - sender rubs a hand up and down receiver’s back.  [ Trey ]

The touch is so gentle and warm it makes Cater’s skin tingle pleasantly beneath his shirt and for a moment he allows himself to close his eyes and just enjoy it. It’s hard to guess if Trey is really aware of what he’s doing, or if it’s one of his absent-minded big brother reflexes, but either way, it’s nice. Getting comforted like this is rare for Cater and every time he’s lucky enough to get it, he’s ashamed to realize how much he craves it. If only it was easier to ask for it, but as things are he has no choice but to rely on Trey’s irregular ability to sense when he’s in need of closeness that doesn’t come in the form of hook-ups with half-strangers he only knows for a night.

Still, after a few minutes Cater feels a familiar restlessness take hold of him and he knows the time for enjoying in quiet is over. Better not get used to something you can’t really have. He turns to look at Trey, a smile on his features.      “You’re good with your hands, Trey-kun~ any chance I could get you to give me a massage sometime? All that studying and reading is really bad for my back.”

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Time to face the fact that pretty guys make Cater go 🥵🥰😍 but pretty girls just leave his brain completely fried. Embarrassing.

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I have nothing to add to this dash convo, Cater isn’t toxic at all (except on Magicam on bad days), he’s totally delicious and sweet, ready to be eaten (out) and drunk.

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Hiatus (until end of August)

There is so much I want to write and so many delicious memes in my inbox but I have to write this effing paper for college and as always it costs me inhuman effort to even get myself to open the doc. Next to 50h work a week atm :)))) Either way by the end of August I’ll either have it finished or I’ll have to redo the seminar because I couldn’t make it in time.

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I’m gonna be that lame person and say Cater, Deuce, Ace and MC performing Chillin’ Like  Villain because it’s a great song and idc what you think.

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   “Getting poisoned by a kiss from Vil Schoenheit? Probably worth it.. #RIPCharles #kissofdeath.”