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im sorry for not being here too often~ life busy huhu, but hmu on discord if you wanna plot!! i'm going to try to get to replies and all that maybe next week when I have more time!

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Sunday  almost  whips  around  so  fast  he  snaps  his  neck,  eyes  trained  on  the  MEMORY  BUBBLE.  He  starts  to  reach  out  toward  the  bubble  but  stops  himself.  He  knows  Dan  Heng  is  bringing  him  this  as  a  gift,  to  give  him   s  o  l  a  c  e   for  when  he's  homesick.  It  would  bring  him  gentle  comfort  in  the  middle  of  the  night  when  all  he  can  hear  is  the  grinding  gears  of  the  Astral  Express's  wheels  on  lonesome  asteroids  and  he  can  disappear  into  a  familiar  warmth  of  laughter  and  mirth  and  oblivious  joy  with  the  smell  of  toothachingly  sweet  candies  and  greasy  food  that  are  sold  in  the  merchant  carts.

It's  meant  to  be  a  gift,  or  is  this  just  TEMPTATION  that  will  lead  Sunday  into  a  maddening,  sickening  cycle  of  yearning  and  longing  for  a  home  that  refuses  to  house  him.  Sunday  tightens  his  hands  into  fists.

❛      And  what  good  would  someone  else's  memory  serve  me?     ❜         he  mutters  bitterly,  the  edges  of  his  words  bitten.  Anguish  settles  deep  into  his  heart.         ❛      I  must  carry  out  my  penance  faithfully  in  the  eyes  of  my  Aeon.  A  distraction  such  as  this  only  serves  to  hinder  my  route  to  THEIR  forgiveness.     ❜

It was like walking in on himself over fifty years ago when the exile order had first been ratified and he'd been ushered into the sunlight of Starskiff Haven, he'd found a clear vantage point within the delve where he could see the breadth of the Luofu for the first time, and taken his first breath of fresh air and had felt the sunlight on the nape of his neck. It had been the first and last time he'd see his home since his hatching rebirth, and he tried to memorize it before he left forever aboard one of the foreign merchant ships.

The grief was the same and it felt like it had happened lifetimes ago.

"I was able to find a Memory Bubble of someone taking a full walking tour of the Golden Hour," Dan Heng replied quietly as he fixed himself a cup. Whether or not Sunday partook hardly mattered as almost all space was communal aboard the Express. It was a consequence Dan Heng had no issue with when he'd only arrived with the clothes on his back and nothing else.

"There's more in the Archives. I just need to transfer the data and you can have it."

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What  goes  on  in  that  little  cat's  head?  His  lovely  blue  eyes  are  a  pit  of  yearning  and  mild  intrigue—but  there  is  NO  SINCERITY,  at  least  none  that  Sunday  can  discern.

Sunday  has  this  all  wrong.  Maybe  he's  asking  the  wrong  questions.  Maybe  he's  the  toy  that  Sora  is  playing  with.  He's  the  ENTERTAINMENT   (  Sora  has  said  so  more  than  once  before  ).  He's  given  so  much  weight  and  care  to  their  relationship,  but  Sora  sees  him  as  nothing  but  a  bird  to  bat  between  his  paws  and  gnaw  at  his  feathers  when  he's  bored.  Is  Sunday  just  like  those  people  who  batter  up  Sora's  body  and  use  him  for  their  own  pleasures  as  well?

His  stomach  turns,  not  in  a  sickening  way,  but  in  a  frustrated  way.

❛      Is  it  so  difficult  for  you  to  process  that  I  care  about  you  and  your  wellbeing?  Compassion  is  not  a  sin,  though,  you  seem  to  think  it  inane  when  it  comes  to  yourself.  Your  health  and  safety  takes  precedence  over  my  own  desires.     ❜

Sunday  grabs  a  towel  from  the  cabinet  and  dries  himself  off,  wrapping  it  around  himself  before  he  grabs  another  and  sets  it  on  a  chair.       ❛     For  you,  when  you've  decided  you're  clean  enough.  Though,  I  would  suggest  getting  out  quickly.  The  water  has  gone  cold  enough.     ❜

                     When   the   Halovian   jerked   away   from   him   ,   he   merely shrugged   &   sat   in   the   tub   ,   knees   close   to   his   chest.   His   elbow   was then   placed   on   his   knee   &   he   propped   his   chin   in   the   palm   of   his hand.

What   a   shame   ,   it   seemed   the   bird   didn't   want   to   play   with   the   cat today.   Perhaps   it   was   due   to   the   fact   he   had   been   used   earlier   by someone   else   ,   but   he   had   always   let   others   play   with   him.   The Halovian was   fully   aware   of   this   ,   so   what   was   different   today   ?

He   didn't   really   care   ,   he   just   found   it   amusing   at   most.   If   Sunday didn't   want   him   ,   then   that   was   that.   It   wasn't   that   big   of   a   deal   to him.

❛   Manage   on   your   own   tonight   ,   got   it.   Oh   please   ,   I've   been   through far worse   things   than   something   like   this   ,   but   whatever.   I   can   wash myself &   put   myself   to   bed.   You   should   go   get   dried   up   before   you catch   a   cold   bird   boy.   ❜

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FLATTERY.  It  is  always  these  types  of  people  who  like  to  approach  Sunday  and  shower  him  with  accolades  and  praise  before  informing  him  of  his   w  r  o  n  g  d  o  i  n  g  s   or  something  that  has  slipped  under  his  radar.  Black  Swan's  banter  about  his  sister  does  not  catch  him  off  guard  or  sway  him  when  she  subsequently  brings  up  news  of  Aha's  followers.

All  followers  of  any  path  are  welcome  into  Penacony,  united  under  Xipe  and  her  blessings.

❛        My  sister  was  always  DESTINED  to  embody  our  lord  Aeon  Xipe.  I  am  merely  witness  to  Xipe's  glory  and  Robin's  continued  faith  in  the  Harmony.  As  for  the  Masked  Fool,  I  am  aware.  As  long  as  there  is  no  trickery  in  Penacony,  they  are  welcome  to  stay.  Should  I  be  more  or  less  concerned  with  them,  Memokeeper?     ❜

' That's good to know , Mister Sunday . I'm sure the other guests appreciate how hands - on & proactive you are ... '

Really , it only brings her sorrow to suspect him so . He's a bright man , with overall pure intentions that were simply morphed along the way . Were Order not beckoning him to scorn Xipe , she's certain dearest siblings would ensure Penacony thrived .

' Hmm , well , the conductor is equally important as the vocalist . Perhaps you shouldn't disconnect yourself so from Miss Robin — I'm certain she's thankful to have you by her side . '

Suddenly straying from the topic , Black Swan offers a knowing smile . ' I've no intent to miss it . By the way , may I ask if you're aware of that Masked Fool roaming the dreamscape ? '

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russian doll (season two) dialogue prompts from the second season of netflix's russian doll.

it's not as bad as it looks.

i'm so sick of doctors i gotta see a doctor about it.

every time you compliment me, a cockroach gets its wings.

look, man, i'm not gonna fuck you.

do you need help getting home? anything?

if we don't do something, we're fucked!

basic concepts like time and space are suddenly eluding me.

am i haunting you? are you haunting me?

when the universe fucks with you, let it.

what happens to me in the future?

for the last time, that key is for emergencies.

the universe finally found something worse than death.

ask yourself this, are you happy?

do i need to be worried about you?

you do nothing but take and take.

you cannot undo this. this is done.

fetishizing death is not incompatible with genuinely caring.

i don't deserve you.

oh, no one deserves what they get in life.

listen, you and me, we got a long, long ways to go, all right?

fuck, fuck, fuck, fuck!

i swear i'm gonna fix everything.

you only break things. you break trust. you break promises. you are broken.

there are things in life that cannot be explained.

being born doesn't make you a victim.

what are we doing?

can you keep a secret?

the problem is that we have different lives. maybe we only intersect here.

i don't need saving.

i wanna change everything in my life.

in the end, nothing can absolve us but ourselves.

do you trust me?

i thought that i could change things for us, you know?

nothing you do makes a difference 'cause the whole game is rigged, right?

oh, you think it's a bad idea?

you're okay, all right? you're safe.

come on. you can't keep doing this.

do you know who i could've been if everything had been different?

how have you been?

i am painfully misunderstood.

nothing in this world is easy except pissing in the shower.

what if we're stuck here for forever?

you have to stop beating yourself up for not being there.

we can't escape being the product of things we can't change.

i don't know what i was supposed to do.

i'm never gonna forgive myself.

i… i shouldn't have done anything at all. why did i do anything?

i fuck it all up. i always fuck it up.

i'm sorry. i'm sorry for being this way.

we can't spend our lives so scared of making the wrong move that we never live at all.

it all just seems so much easier for everybody else. am i wrong?

you had no obligation, but you loved me anyway, right?

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actions speak louder than words non - verbal / action prompts from yours truly. (add a "swap" to swap the sender/receiver in the prompt (or just do it manually).)

back, sender gives receiver a back hug.

beckon, sender beckons receiver closer with a finger.

blood, sender cleans blood off of receiver.

book, sender helps receiver get a book from a higher part of the shelf.

care, sender takes care of receiver when they're sick.

catch, sender catches receiver by the waist after they bump into each other.

choke, sender saves receiver from choking by giving them the heimlich.

cold, sender places their jacket over receiver's shoulders.

cry, sender wipes tears off receiver's face with their thumbs.

dance, sender sticks a hand out to receiver and invites them to dance.

dip, sender skinny dips in front of receiver and invites them to join.

dog, sender's dog pulls them in receiver's direction.

drive, sender drives receiver somewhere in their car.

drag, sender drags receiver into a room and closes the door behind them.

draw, sender draws receiver like one of their french girls.

face, sender turns receiver's face towards them.

flower, sender gives receiver a flower.

footsie, sender initiates footsie with receiver under the table.

forehead, sender presses their forehead against receiver's.

grab, sender grabs receiver's wrist to stop them from leaving.

jump, sender jumps onto receiver's back.

kiss, sender kisses receiver.

link, sender links arms with receiver while walking.

massage, sender offers receiver a massage.

patch, sender patches up receiver's wounds.

piano, sender teaches receiver how to play the piano.

pin, sender pins receiver's hands behind their back.

pluck, sender plucks something out of receiver's hair.

press, sender presses receiver against a wall.

propose, sender proposes to receiver.

quiet, sender gestures for receiver to be quiet.

rest, sender rests their head on receiver's shoulder.

serenade, sender serenades receiver with a song.

sign, sender walks into a sign and receiver sees.

size, sender measures the size of their hand against receiver's.

shoes, sender removes receiver's shoes for them.

sun, sender rubs sunblock onto receiver's back.

tattoo, sender gives receiver a tattoo.

tie, sender helps tie receiver's tie.

tuck, sender tucks receiver's hair behind their ear.

umbrella, sender lets receiver under their umbrella.

warning, sender presses a knife against receiver's neck as a warning.

zip, sender needs receiver's help to zip up the back of their dress.

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going to eat and then do replies tonight!!! on here and rexcorlapis, send in memes to my inbox and I’ll answer them too! hehe

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an oresteia dialogue prompts from anne carson’s translations.

i ask this one thing: let me go mad in my own way.

why are you so in love with things unbearable?

you are not the only one in the world who has stood in the glare of grief.

you make your own pain. why keep wounding yourself?

while life is in me i will not stop this violence.

leave me be, let me go, do not soothe me.

do not breed violence out of violence.

there is something bad here, growing. day and night i watch it. growing.

my mother is where it begins. she and i are at war. our relation is hatred.

if i had the strength i would show how i hate them.

do i not live? badly, i know, but i live.

you bend—you go ahead and lick their boots. it’s not my way.

you won’t listen to reason at all, will you?

you astonish me—do you really believe such gifts will cancel murder?

you think me degenerate? here’s my advice: perfect yourself before you blame others.

why do you live this way?

i am the shape you made me. filth teaches filth.

there is something grotesque in having my own evils save my life.

one day you will say i was right.

i thought i could save you.

why do you stare at me? why are you so sympathetic?

i cannot close my eyes—fear stands over me instead of sleep.

i’m anxious—i’m not sure what lurks in the dark.

let me keep my little life to myself.

i never dreamed that at my death i’d be buried in the place i love best.

why pick at old wounds?

oh come on, relax your principles.

i’ll not be insulted further.

why did you bring me here?

no more riddles.

you haven’t been listening at all have you?

i pray for an easy death: one clean stroke and then—i close my eyes.

what’s the matter? why do you jump back?

i said a lot of things before that sounded nice. i’m not afraid to contradict them now.

whether you praise me or blame me i don’t care.

what poison did you eat or drink to make you so insane?

i have no idea where to turn, everything’s falling apart.

where am i? how did i get here?

i am an impossible burden, aren’t i?

to live or die with you—it comes to the same thing for me anyway. without you what am i?

you’ve got testy in old age. you used to be smarter.

no don’t say my deed was evil. unlucky, sad, disastrous, yes. not evil.

do you think i would choose to live without you?

you won’t kill me?

oh be quiet. endure what you deserve.

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DEAR  XIPE,  Sunday  prays  as  Sora  plays  with  his  feathers.  A  shiver  crawls  up  his  spine,  which  contrasts  with  the  growing  fire  in  his  belly.  Sex  is  not  a  sin.  Intimacy  is  not  frowned  upon—but  as  an  embodiment  of  Harmony's  path,  as  a  vessel  of  Ena  XIPE,  Sunday  must  maintain  his  purity  and  decorum,  but  oh...

What  is  more  INTIMATE  and  exemplary  of  Harmony  than  to  join  your  body  with  another?

Is  it  not  his  purpose  to  bring  order  and  euphony  to  those  deemed  as  fickle  and  discordant?  Should  he  not  spread  Xipe's  teachings  to  those  such  as  Sora?   (  And  he  can  start  by  spreading  Sora's  legs.  )

Sunday  sighs  and  leans  into  Sora's  touch,  chasing  his  sweet  lips  again  as  he  grabs  Sora  by  the  waist  and  pulls  him  closer,  grinding  into  Sora's  open  legs.

❛      I  hesitate  because  you  always   i  n  s  i  s  t   on  disturbing  me  at  my  place  of  work.  I  hesitate  because  I  hope  to  be  a  gentleman  and  have  you  on  a  soft  bed—but  it  seems  you  have  a  preference  for  my  desk  and  my  desire  grows  each  time.  Sora,  you'll  have  to  FORGIVE  ME  for  not  providing  a  more  comfortable  setting  for  you.     ❜

                     He   wouldn't   lie   ,   he   liked   seeing   Sunday   between   his   legs with   his   wings   fluttering.   It   was   always   an   amusing   sight   for   him   ,   & whilst   they   had   gotten   a   bit   inappropriate   on   multiple   occasions   ,   they had   never   really   gone   all   the   way.

There   was   always   something   stopping   them.   A   certain   little   bird   who   for some reason   often   hit   a   wall.   Whether   it   was   due   to   him   trying   to   be proper or   something   else   remained   a   mystery.   Truly   ,   the   only   one stopping   them   from   committing   the   greatest   sinful   act   of   all   was   the Halovian   himself.

His   hand   was   brought   up   &   his   pale   fingers   traced   one   of   the   others wings   lightly   ,   delicately   before   pulling   away.   ❛   Oh   ?   Are   you   finally going   to   go   all   the   way   with   me   ~   ?   Usually   you   stop   at   foreplay.   Did you   get   aroused   at   the   possibility   of   getting   caught   ?   ❜

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Anything?  That  puts  so  much  pressure  on  Sunday.  It's  not  often  that  Robin  comes  home,  and  it's  even  less  often  that  they  get  time  together.  Sunday  is  always  hounded  by  staff  and  incidents  left  and  right  that  beg  for  his  attention,  but  here  is  HIS  PRECIOUS  SISTER  who  he  hasn't  seen  in  quite  some  time.  He  must  dedicate  his  time  to  her  without  distraction.  He  must  show  her  how  Penacony's  been  keeping  up  since  she'd  left.  He  holds  his  elbow  out  for  Robin  to  take.

❛      Let  us  take  a  stroll  through  Golden  Hour.  We  can  pick  up  some  bread  and  do  a  little  shopping.  A  new  boutique  opened  up  with  the  most  beautiful  gowns,  and  beside  it,  there  is  a  jewelry  store  and  I  have  reserved  these  lovely  pearl  earrings  for  you.     ❜

The   fact   he   didn't   hesitate   to   agree   warmed   her   heart!   How   lucky   she   was   to   have   such   a   wonderful   brother.   "Honestly,   I'm   up   for   anything   as   long   as   we   can   catch   up   with   each   other.   ......The   thought   of   eating   a   delicious   pastry   is   tantalizing   though"

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Sora's  touch  on  his  skin  should  burn  him  like  fire,  lick  up  his  skin  and  warm  his  entire  body,  but  as  Sora  settles  into  his  lap,  each  kiss  feels  like  ICICLES.  The  air  is  squeezed  out  of  his  lungs  with  every  word  Sora  says,  and  Sunday  doesn't  understand  why  Sora  is  being  so...   w  h  a  t  e  v  e  r   it  is  that  this  is  with  him.

Does  Sora  think  Sunday  only  views  him  as  an  object?  Is  Sora  meant  to  be  a  PLAYTHING  for  Sunday?  Was  his  outstretched  hand  an  invitation  to  comfort  Sunday  and  not  the  other  way  around?

YES.  Sora  is  dearest,  because  he  who  is  close  to  Sunday  is  dear  to  him.

Sunday  jerks  away  from  Sora,  hands  on  his  shoulders  as  he  stands  abruptly.  Perhaps  he  is  in  the  wrong  here  for  deciding  to  bathe  with  Sora,  but  this  was   n  e  v  e  r   his  intention.  His  stomach  turns  and  twists  into  a  knot,  acrid  bile  sticking  to  his  throat.  If  Sunday  were  a  SMARTER  man,  he'd  just  let  the  scenario  play  out  and  become  putty  in  Sora's  hands,  but  every  time  he  peeks  a  glance  at  those  bruises,  Sunday  can't  help  but  weep.

❛      I  can  manage  on  my  own  tonight,  Sora.  You  came  into  my  office  clearly  exhausted  and  bitten  up  and  down.  The  last  thing  I  wish  is  for  you  to  be  INJURED  further.  I  only  intended  to  wash  you  up  and  put  you  to  bed.     ❜

Chocolate   locks   stuck   to   his   pale   skin   as   he   continued   washing   himself. He honestly   despised   the   way   their   relationship   had   turned   out   in   the end.

It   was   only   ever   supposed   to   be   solely   for   entertainment   &   to   sate   his boredom.   Yet   somehow   ,   it   had   become   rather   messy   once   the   bird   had clearly   become   attached   to   him.   Such   sentiments   could   never   be returned   ——   he   didn't   know   how   to   return   them.

So   when   the   other   extended   a   hand   towards   him   ,   he   hesitated   before slowly   taking   it   &   then   closing   the   gap   between   them.

❛   I'm   dearest   now   ?   Since   when   did   you   fall   in   love   with   this   mangy cat   ,   hm   ?   Or   are   you   merely   saying   such   things   because   you   want   to slip   inside   me   again   ?   Not   that   I   mind   if   you   do   ,   I'm   sure   you've been wanting   release   for   a   while   now   .   .   .   you   seem   stressed   after   all.   ❜

He   wrapped   his   arms   around   the   Halovian's   neck   &   kissed   along   his jawline. This   is   how   their   relationship   should   be.   Nothing   but   superficial & only   using   each   other   for   sex.

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They  have  been  here  before  many  times.  It's  always  those  teasing  gestures  and  playful  glances,  the  seductive  strut  of  Sora's  walk  and  the  flirtatious  tone  in  his  voice  when  he  slides  into  Sunday's  office,  and  Sunday  is  always  too  quick  to   s  h  o  o   the  little  cat  away  and  regain  an  air  of  peace  and  tranquility  in  his  office,  of  professionalism  and  decorum,  but  each  time  Sora  sneaks  inside,  Sunday  has  continued  to  forget  what  the  PURPOSE  of  this  space  was.

Before,  he  wouldn't  have  hesitated  to  throw  Sora  out,  but  now  he's  been  lured  between  Sora's  legs,  his  palms  flat  against  the  wood  of  his  desk  as  he  traps  Sora  with  fervent  kisses   (  though,  it's  less  of  a  trap  when  Sora  was  the  one  who  waltz  in  here  with  the  intention  of  disturbing  Sunday's  work  ).

Sunday  squeezes  Sora's  thin  waist  and  parts  from  his  lips,  breathless.  His  bones  vibrate  as  he  tries  to  keep  himself  calm,  but  the  flutter  of  his  wings  certainly  give  away  that  Sora  has  completed  his  task  in  riling  Sunday  up.

❛      Do  you  really  plan  on  having  us   f  o  r  n  i  c  a  t  e   in  my  office?     ❜        he  murmurs  against  Sora's  neck.       ❛      There  are  Family  members  just  outside.  They  all  watched  you  walk  in  here.     ❜

@bishonenprince // from here.

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[ 𝐭𝐚𝐬𝐭𝐞 ] : sender and receiver are finally sharing a passionate kiss.

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

It   was   only   natural   for   him   to   react   the   way   he   did   when   Sunday pressed his   lips   against   his.   That   once   chaste   kiss   turned   into   a   more fervent   &   needy   one   with   his   body   being   pressed   up   against   the   others in   a   very   intimate   way.

He   should   have   known   better   than   to   continue   their   little   game   ——   to continue   pushing   the   Halovian's   buttons   ,   but   he   couldn't   help   it.   The man   was   the   only   interesting   form   of   entertainment   here   on   Penacony , so he had   to   constantly   pester   him.   There   was   just   no   other   way   to sate his   boredom.

Thus   here   they   were   ,   sharing   a   passionate   kiss   now   in   the   Family Representative's   office.   His   pale   fingers   tangling   themselves   in   pale   locks whilst   his   legs   wrapped   themselves   around   the   oh   so   pure   &   virtuous Sunday's   waist.

Oh   ,   but   they   both   knew   that   this   would   be   turning   into   more   than   a mere   make-out   session.   They   both   knew   it   could   never   just   be something so   simple   between   them.   Something   pure.   No   ,   they   would   always   , always find   themselves   diving   head   first   into   the   sea   of   sacrilege.   Of   sin.

However   ,   they   both   wouldn't   have   it   any   other   way.   So   long   as   they kept   quiet   &   kept   it   all   behind   closed   doors   ,   the   people   of   Penacony & The Family would   be   none   the   wiser.

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what  kind  of  warmth  are  you?

soup  on  a  cold  day

you're  caring,  consistent  in  your  kindness,  and  quiet  in  your  compassion  for  others.  you  offer  warmth  because  you  were  cold  for  a  very  long  time.  and  you  refuse  to  stand  by  while  others  suffer  in  the  same  way.  your  kindness  is  not  reckless.  you  count  the  costs,  but  you  offer  it  anyway.  you  have  a  unique  ability  at  reading  people,  and  knowing  when  they  have  a  pain  that  they  are  trying  to  cover  up.  your  love  language  is  probably  quality  time,  and  you're  usually  more  of  a  listener  in  conversations.  you  probably  find  yourself  taking  on  a  caretaker  role  with  others,  almost  automatically.  so  when  people  try  to  do  the  same  for  you,  please  don't  flinch  away.  please  don't  withdraw  into  what  feels  like  safety.  there  are  people  who  are  waiting  to  love  you  in  the  same  way  you  have  loved  them.  please  let  them.

tagged by: @swahnn (thank uuu)

tagging: @oudachi @amanturine @bishonenprince @vancreux && anyone else!

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guys I’m sorry I haven’t been around, I’ve just been really busy and tired, but come plot with me if you’re interested!

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okay did some replies! going to shower and lie down, night night!

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[ 𝐟𝐨𝐮𝐧𝐝 ] : sender has just found the receiver who's been missing for weeks. (when sora was hanging out w ciar for like 2 weeks and refusing to see Sunday lmao)

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝

                     The   bird   was   persistent   ,   he'd   give   him   that.   However   ,   it didn't   stop   him   from   groaning   &   running   a   hand   through   his   hair   as   he turned   around   to   face   the   Halovian.

It   was   rather   annoying   bumping   into   the   Family's   Representative   after having   successfully   avoided   him   for   weeks   on   end.   He   was   actually enjoying his   time   away   from   the   other   &   had   even   gotten   used   to   not having   him   around.

❛   Do   you   know   what   space   means   ,   bird   brain   ?   It   means   I   do   not wish   to   see   you   until   I   go   see   you   myself.   Why   do   you   insist   on chasing me   even   after   I've   made   myself   clear   ?   What   could   you possibly want   ?   ❜

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