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Tere’s no feeling quite like being freshly sick in bed and hearing your cat knock something over on the other side of the apartment.

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I’m working on a really big oc :/ I have an island i havent named, a kingdom i havent named, just a dark prince and a dream ✨

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I wish we (the chat) could all convene behind a DQ and reveal from our trench coats our latest OC schemes.

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Remember when 100x100 icons were the norm?

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❛ Did you need something? ❜ ( jinwoo :) )

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You.

It was a thought so clear & concise it almost startled him how loud it was. He'd spent the better part of his lifetime ensuring he'd never have to need anyone. It was his status quo , his long ingrained survival tactic inspired by the lost love between a mother who couldn't stand to look at him & a son just aching to be seen. Years & years of unmet needs lay discarded & repressed like a mound of skeletons in the metaphorical closet. No one was going to look out for him if not himself , this was something he embraced as a universal truth & knew to be as self - fulfilling as a prophecy in a fictional story.

But Jin - made him want to believe things could be different. That he could be cared for , that he could be seen or - hell , maybe even loved like he was a person worth loving. A long broken heart wailed for the caress of tender hands like a wounded animal , bleating & bleeding out alone in the quiet dark of the woods. As much as he wanted to embrace a world where things were warm , where he could curl up on the couch in a pair of arms & know that he was safe & needed - he just couldn't. His chest seized in tandem with every memory that brushed across his mind , reminding him what monsters his yearning made of others. I can't . . . I can't . . .

He swallows thickly , repressing , as he will many times in the future , the softness of an unloved boy wishing a hunter would become his hero instead. It wouldn't happen. It can't happen. They were friends. Good friends. Morgan lied to himself that this was enough for him. That being friends was enough , because there was only so much more rejection his bruised heart could take anymore.

❛ No. Thanks for asking , though. If I need you , I'll call. 'Kay ? ❜

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It felt strange , the sense of normalcy another broken soul could give. Truthfully , if you had asked him six months ago where he'd see himself , Morgan would've had some cynical & poorly received joke to respond with. ' Six feet under in a ditch. '. That's just the type of guy he was. The kind that , even with the strongest pair of binoculars in the world , could scarcely see himself anywhere , let alone anywhere in his own future.

Now ? It was a lot less clear. The transition from breath taking fling to going steady had been near seamless. He'd already been several dates deep before it occurred to him there was a lot more between them than just a clean up rag. Something soft & tender had planted itself in his open wounds & begun to grow. The more he stared ahead into Jae's eyes , the closer he felt to feeling like something was about to bloom in his chest. How wonderfully foreign that warmth was.

❛ You should tell me more about yourself. I want to know more about you. Like - What's your favorite color ? Your favorite food ? Are you free next weekend ? ❜

A curious & gentle hand reaches across , fingers tracing the lines of a faded scar , shyly peeking out from under Jae's clothes.

❛ - & what are all of these ? Are you secretly fighting crime on the streets , huh ? My hero. ❜

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YOU THINK YOU ARE SO COOL PRETTY BOY...

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He was never the biggest fan of hecklers. In between the aggressive rebuke of closeted men & the bitchy envy of glass closets , Morgan had just about heard it all. It was times like these that really made him reconsider his attraction to the more masculine of the sexes. Unfortunately , whatever could've definitively dissuaded him from ever bothering with men again was always usurped by the chiseled lines of a handsome face & solid biceps. That didn't mean this jumped up jockey in a dish rag tank top would be let off so easily. Far from it.

❛ Aw , you think i'm pretty ? ❜ A hand perched gently over his chest. ❛ You're so sweet. I didn't realize so many boy kissers lived on this side of town. ❜

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A hint of annoyed skepticism scrunches his nose. Ancient ? Maybe in a societal sense , if anyone looked at the date of birth on Rohan's driver's license , but sitting across from the smooth faced model , Morgan would be hard pressed to say he even looked thirty-five. Time & genetics had treated Rohan kindly , at least , as far as Morgan could tell.

❛ Ancient ? Are your knees going to creak when you stand up , uncle ? Please. I doubt you're even forty. ❜

He raises a hand to flag down a passing waiter , passing a dingy laminated menu across the table before opening his own. The contents were predictable , homely breakfast foods that , from the smell of things , were cooked in a copious amount of butter or oil or both. The air was alive & warm with the bustle of old friends meeting for brunch & young , budding families being seated in the remaining vacant booths. The sunlight streaming in was the color of fond memories , if only Morgan had still been young enough for all of that to make a difference. But he wasn't , & it didn't & now he was staring at the price of a hash brown skillet while a child who had the privilege of feeling their Mother's love giggled with delight in the background.

❛ Order whatever you want. If you're as ancient as you say , maybe the waiter will do the right thing & add the senior discount to my tab. ❜

��     "Is that so? Shame I'm not interested in collars." He responds in a heartbeat. Raising his cup to his lips and taking a slow deliberate drink. Humming as Morgan goes off about his coffee.

      "Perhaps. I could have order something that's more sugar and syrup than actual coffee. Sweet enough to give me diabetes and Lord knows what other issues."

      Grey hues look at the dark liquid in his cup. Dark. Not a spec of colour to indicate there's a drop of milk. The equivalent of half a spoonful of sugar. Just to disguise the rare times the coffee tastes burnt from the beans exposed to oxygen for too long due to a quiet period.

      "I have taste buds. But they're old and ancient. Preferring the taste of a bitter drink over a sweet one." Unless it was a cocktail. He was partial to a sweet one now and then. Not as if he'd divulge that information to just anyone.

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ITS 7:43 SUCKAHS I MADE IT HERE EARLY

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Alright tonight, after a shower, I either write or ya’ll come in through my window & punch me.

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taps mic. hello ? is this thing on ? local wolf girl looking for moots after being away from the writing scene for 4+ years !! if you like bleach oc's, or just write bleach in general, then i would love to write with you !! ( no personal blogs pls )

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Me, rising from the grave:

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I am in the mood to plot some in depth childhood friends threads…….

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sorry for my recent breakdown. do you still think i'm hot?

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Among the backdrop of technicolor banners & brightly costumed attendees , Morgan blended in about as well as a snow rabbit in summer grass. He'd dressed smartly , clad in simple , tailored attire that made him look eerily normal , when compared to the fedora wearing basement dwellers who had crawled out from their holes in the ground just for this convention. Were it not for Everett's not so veiled interests in RPG & his unwillingness to take a trip without some sort of work relation , Morgan probably would've turned the invitation down. This wasn't his scene. At all. He couldn't recognize the names of 90% of the game related stalls that stood across from his own , his entire experience with video games was isolated to whatever mobile app he kept on his phone to keep his mind busy during long flights. Somehow , he was skeptical that Solitaire & Scrabble were comparable.

As he began to lean over his table , scanning the crowd to watch his brother barter for collectible merchandise , he's interrupted by the sudden intrusion of hastily spoken Korean that sounded like verbalized panic. Turning his head to acknowledge the source , he amusingly thought to himself that he wasn't very far off in his assessment. It wasn't uncommon for locals to assume he spoke Korean fluently , but as he pulled out his phone to speak into a translator , it would quickly become known he didn't understand a single word. Still , this guy's cherry flushed face was so cute that he could be bothered to try & overcome the language barrier.

Morgan holds his phone up for his guest to read. ❛ Can you say that again ? I don't know any Korean. You'll have to use your phone to help me understand. Start with your name , then tell me what you said. ❜

busier conventions like these were often jam-packed with cosplayers and die-hard fans queueing to meet their favourite artists. jinwoo had never been able to afford the former, but that never detracted from the excitement of meeting your gaming idols or browsing the merchandise. it was a rare enough opportunity, where any normal day was spent fretting over making ends meet to support his family. he had to enjoy this, make the most of it, while he could.

lee joohee made a point of elbowing him in the ribs whenever she caught him brooding or otherwise deep in thought, which helped. this wasn't typically her scene, in comparison, but there was little to complain about a free meal in return. he was really stretching the bank account for that one. and besides, as it turns out, she has a better eye than he does― pointing out an occupied table with content of one of the newer video games he had played in recent times... and maybe talked her ear off about during a particularly slow raid last week.

the person occupying it quickly steals his attention as they grow nearer, and it takes a solid ten minutes for joohee to persuade him to go over. well. that, and a, borderline violent, shove in their direction.

jinwoo stumbles and then straightens up, failing to suppress the look of mixed awe and embarrassment on his face. somehow, he was even more intimidating up close. a whole other world.

oh, right. he should speak.

“  h- hi, uh. i'm a big fan of your work. hard to believe it was your first time doing mo-cap. you made it look super easy. i finished the game in two days it was amazing. ” <- 𝚂𝙿𝙴𝙰𝙺𝙸𝙽𝙶 𝙸𝙽 𝙺𝙾𝚁𝙴𝙰𝙽.

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Morgan will never do the heavy lifting in the relationship. Ever. He was put on this earth to be a hater and look beautiful doing so, not to sweat over manual labor.

He will be your prettiest wife but he’s not lifting a finger and neither are you. That’s what he has money for.