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[unendingliveblogging]

what did seth dickinson mean by this. what is the bzpower bionicle forum doing in the afterword of exordia. exactly what influence did bionicle have on exordia

onua. gali. lewa. kopaka. pohatu? seth? seth??

[angstyhikka]

I kinda think for your dreamtale au the word of Acataleptic suit it? I don't know about your dreamtale au yet but I really like the design

It sounds cool but I guess it’s too smart for me, I could not even spell it😂

And also have no idea what that word means :,)

Okay that sounds even more complicated skkwlekksks

Thank you!😭

I’m figuring the plot right now hope you will like ittt :,3

[itgirlgyu]

love's worth | kang taehyun.

ζ‧₊◜ kang taehyun x fem! reader.

.....ﾉGENRE : drabble! reincarnation! au, soulmate! au, heavy angst.

ヾ word彡count: 1110!

warnings!! - blood!!! taehyun's punches a mirror, there's scars on him ₍ ! ₎  this is part of a miniseries based on reincarnation! read the soobin one here!

is love ever worth it?

what is it other than a specious conundrum that overtakes your life—and provides nothing but aching burns that last over a few lifetimes. the scars of audacity burned into the souls of those who have dared to let the mindless feeling consume their entirety; submitting themselves willingly just for mere moments of sight of their lovers—merely moments, when in reality aeons fall short to sink in their lovers' features into every cell of their body.

what is it but an act of foolery?

taehyun certainly thinks so; bitter chuckles cascading from his honeysuckle lips, his hands in the shade of cherry blossoms; which he isn't able to discern. his falcon gaze scans across the most beautiful time of the year—well to most, but taehyun, it's nothing more than just another inadequate day; a tirade of debilitating minutes that refuses to fizzle away.

perhaps the exhaustion has caught up to taehyun, leaving nothing but a shell of what he once used to be; but ridiculously enough, with all the otiose emotions carved into his being, hurting him like barbed wires around the supple flesh of a human—digging in vehemently to remind him of his purpose.

the creator of all the skies, who created him: if he wanted to make taehyun so fragile, so frail, why must the great god put him through so much agony? did his misery—her misery mean nothing to their divinity?

why must taehyun still crave the things he has for years that he cannot simply count in fingers? when he cannot ever truly attain it. was it not enough? was all the days he has spent learning to love the greyness of his world not enough for his lord? why must he go through the repeating carnage once again—why must he let himself be coloured into her hues once more, only for it to be tainted with a scarlet shade of separation; death, and to awaken once again into this world, for another round of suffering.

to taehyun, it is worthless: love. he has been hurt enough times. he is exhausted, he wants to live. just exist, with no binding feelings of love, pulling him back to the acataleptic inescapable playground. thrashing him around, beating him mercilessly while dangling the price of love above his eyes. and taehyun? ceaselessly letting himself get deluded with the faux hope of finally possessing the one thing he is never destined to gaze his eyes upon, let alone his dirty fingers even daring to touch.

but how can he? when flashes of your radiance torment every bit of his monotonous existence. his silent world, painted in muted shades of black and white, you come to him each night into his dream, humming your tunes of yellow, and pinks and greens. you teach him greed, to want more. to keep going on, to touch your fingertips so he could experience the blessing of colours once more. idly allowing him to change his mind again and again, and awaken the thirst he had subdued years prior.

your face; taehyun aches to bathe in your golden aura, to immerse himself into the warmth and taste with his own mouth.

love is insane, it's immeasurable. how easily you waver the stone cold heart of taehyun's to the rhythms of waves. lifelong promises he had made to keep his sanity intact, in attempts to glimpse at your halo, he willingly submits at your feet.

the story had been written ages ago, ancient ink concluding the story, already marred with the similar shade of mirth, and salacity.

you're bound to find taehyun each life. no amount of seas, nor mountains clouding your vision, and he's meant to love you, again and again, each time with the same promise of a happier ending.

they say love is able to move boulders untouchable by the tenuous hands of mortals, so what difference would make taehyun's brittle heart?

taehyun's head rings, reminding him of the impending change that he is about to experience, he is unbothered. fury coursing through his veins as he stares at himself in the mirror. the guilt of wanting to witness all of the colour, his lover once again, the want—the unbearable want. to touch her, to love her, even for a while, eats away into him. he curses himself for being so weak, for making the same mistakes again, and again.

taehyun's fist comes in contact with the frail glass of his mirror, the shattered debris falling everywhere as he hopes for the pain to mask the insatiable desire to succumb to love—it disgusts him when he wishes to view the shade of the fluid that drips from his knuckles. the vile longing already smearing all over his chest, before he could even stop himself.

with each hesitant step taehyun takes, he notices the world around him embracing the nature of a kaleidoscope. he remembered colours—albeit not that strikingly, but the faint saturation lights his senses on fire and, he wishes to burn in it. there's a fluttering tinge of excitement and shame inside of him, and he is at the crossroads with the guillotine hanging above him like a pendulum.

there's not much time, before he meets you, and he can finally quench his curiosity as his eyes take in the wistful colour of crimson on his knuckles, seeping from the ivory of the bandages.

the guilt builds up like bile in taehyun's throat, threatening to spew at any moment when he notices the tears falling from his eyes to his hand, before someone else's dainty fingers ghost over his injury, and then to the scars that spread over his hands like stars scattered in a night of a holy reunion.

taehyun's doesn't need to look up to gather who had appeared before him—whose hands hover on top of his hands with childlike manner—touching each scar that tells the story of every lifetime they have fallen in love, with a futile attempt to heal him even if the cuts has already sunken deep enough in his bones.

the tears don't stop falling from taehyun's eyes. how was he supposed to deny this love? how was he supposed to deny you?

"i am sorry," your broken gasp is what crumbles his vain attempt to appear strong.

if this is the price of love, he's ready to pay it. time and time again.

love is worth it. it's every maddening decision, each and every scar. it's worth every second of torment—even if it's unending, that one saccharine moment of reunion, is worth it.

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[kafkasdiariies]

Your blog is so stunning

Thank you so much

[seashellronan]

That's what you look like!! I've been worndering this whole time

oh girl im always posting selfies surprised you havent seen this mug yet lmao

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[admiringlove]

Hello, I was wondering if you could do drunken reader whose being taken care of by Kakashi? Thank you!

oh my god y’all come up with the best shit i swear

prompt: drunk reader + hatake kakashi

a blush on your cheeks, half-lidded eyes and an acataleptic emotion spread across your intoxicated features as hatake kakashi carries you to bed, wondering why you’d even drink this much sake in the first place. he grunts as he slowly sits you down on the bed as you whine, mumbling that you were in no mood to sleep.

“then what would you like to do, [y/n]?” he asks with a permissive hum, as you smile at him inebriatedly, he wants to laugh because of how adorable his best friend looks, and he can’t deny the fact that his heart might be beating a little faster because of you. you giggle as you snake your arms to the back of his neck, causing him to blush with widened eyes as you pulled him close. he ended up falling on top of you on the bed, his chatoyant gaze not averting for even a second. 

“i would like to stay with you through the night, ka-ka-shi.”

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[coochicatcher]

        𝒎𝒖𝒔𝒆𝒔 𝒊'𝒎 𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈   ,    so i’ve been wanting to do a little bit of a revamp for a while, so i’m choosing to spend the next two days redoing my theme, updating my muses & just overall doing a complete revamp of my blog. so under the cut you will find a list of muses i’m choosing to keep. i’ll also be making a list of muses i’m adding as well !

𝒌𝒆𝒆𝒑𝒊𝒏𝒈    ,

kristine froseth as briar velde. *   THE FRAGILE BUTTERFLY.

camila mendes as brinley sousa.  *   THE AMARANTH.

sydney sweeney as caroline hill.  *   THE SOVEREIGN.

madelaine petsch as clarke visser.  *   THE BENEVOLENT.

abigail cowen as eden walker.  *   THE ATELOPHOBIC.

casimere jollette as guinevere felch.  *   THE SYBARITE.

elizabeth lail as leighton clark.  *   THE HEDONIST.

phoebe tonkin as lorelai reid.  *   THE OLD SOUL.

camila mendes as melita ‘millie’ neves.  *   THE BLUE BLOOD.

kristine froseth as sylvie bakker.  *   THE DIONYSIAN.

josephine langford as hallie woods.  *  THE PRISTINE.

victoria pedretti as ophelia rossi.  *  THE ZEALOUS.

katie douglas as maisie morin.  *  THE CONNARD.

natasha liu bordizzo as briony liu.  *   THE BIBLIOPHILE.

jacob elordi as archer wilson.  *  THE CASANOVA.

penn badgley as dawson kelly.  *  THE ATONER.

hero fiennes tiffin as ezra bauer.  *   THE MAGNATE.

thomas doherty as heath cameron.  *   THE DISPOMANIAC.

dylan o’brien as kaiden walsh.  *  THE CRIMSON.

dylan o’brien as karver walsh.  *  THE LOTHARIO.

jamie dornan as nathaniel murphy.  *  THE TYCOON.

joseph morgan as william turner.  *   THE ATRABILIOUS .

chace crawford as xavier davies.  *   THE CRESTFALLEN .

charles melton as kieran lee.  *  THE VAGABOND. 

manny montana as monte sanchez.  *   THE ACATALEPTIC.

justin baldoni as braxton de rossi.  *   THE HEADSTRONG.

dylan arnold as rhys lewis.  *   THE TORTURED SOUL.

hero fiennes tiffin as dax shaw.  *   THE WRITER.

𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒔𝒐𝒐𝒏   ,

olivia holt as corrine blake.  *  THE VOLUPTUARY.

froy gutierrez as rafael ‘raf’ galaz.  *  THE MAVEN.

jenny boyd as louisa davies.  *  THE BAGGART.

adam huber as silas ross.  *  THE PHILANTHROP.

[ravkahq]

[ hannes naess / ivan ], an [ twenty-six ] year old human. he is a [ fjerdan spy / guard ] and are known as the [ acataleptic ]. they are known to be [ cunning ] and [ reticent ] and vaguely resemble [ freddy carter ]. ( june ).

accepted!   you know what to do babes!

[milanifms]

hi   hello   bubs   !!   i’m   gi   ,  and   i   am   really   excited   to   be   here   !   i’ve   been   wanting   to   use   this   muse   forever   and   i   feel   like   i   found   found   just   the   place   for   her  !!!   if   you’re   interested   in   getting   to   know   her   a   little   more   please   keep   on   reading   !!!!

        have   you   seen   milani   abessolo   around   ?   they’re   a   twenty   two   year   old   bartender  known   around   town   as   the   acataleptic   .   not   only   are   they   broke   af   ,   but   they’ve   been   in   town   for   three   years  .   they’re  sympathetic   and   maverick   ,   as   well   as   temerarious   and   stoic   ,   but   what   else   would   you   expect   from   a   saggittarius   ?  

name       :            milani   yolanda   abessolo  

nicknames   ,   aliases       :            lani   ,   mil   ,   milly      

date   of   birth       :            december   second   nineteen   ninety   nine

age       :       twenty   two        

gender   ,   pronouns       :        cis   woman   ,   she   and   her        

orientation       :         bisexual   ,   biromantic        

languages   spoken       :        english      

      associations                 ⇁                  sorrows    buried   under   sinking   soil   ,   the   fading   echo’s   of   a   high   pitched   scream   unrecognizable   to   own   ears    ,    a    never   fading   scent   of   mango   and   banana   lingering   in   chestnut   locks   ,    a   boyish   grin   attached   to   mature   features   burned   into   a   grief   filled   mind   ,    a   growing   stomach   dominating   the   ability   to   love   two   children   at   the   same   time   ,      a   blood   stained   hoodie   hidden   in   the   back   of   a   closest   untouched   for   four   years   ,   glossy   petals   pulling   back   to   reveal   memorizing   pearly   whites   ,   a   fear   of   a   past   passed   down   lurking   on   every   dark   corner   ,    skies   of   burnt   orange   and   pastel   pink   reflected   in   hazel   hues   ,   a   mother’s   touched   turned   cold   and   soon   set   on   fire   ,    birds   chirping   singing   lullabies   to   tired   hues   ,    a   boisterous   late   night   shift   that   provides   a   sensation   of   lost   ebullience   .        

                                           DEATH   ( BY   DRIVE   BY   SHOOTING   )                                                                                         TRIGGER   WARNING    

                                                       broken   words   of   a   self   declared   king   ,    a   promise   ,   whispered   to   her   long   before   her   physical   body   had   graced   the   world                         said   with   such   certainty   ,   such   determination    ;       ‘   darkness   shall   never   lay   a   finger   on   you   my   little    phoenix   ‘   .      mindless   manifestation   that   circled   back   in   the   form   of   a   radiance   emerald   hued   girl    .    the   sweet   milani   yolanda   abessolo   .    she   presented   the   gift   of   tenderness   ,    the   innocence   of   effortless   optimistic   .   a   rare   sight   in   the   world   of   lost   hope   and   bloodied   hands   .    

      los   angeles    ,   born   and   raised   .     the   city   of   angels   ,   but   from   the   abessolo   view   point   ,   los   angeles   was   the   city   of   devils   :   including   themselves   .     milani   would   be   told   stories   of   the   legend   ,   the   myth   ,   the   street   racing   god   .    would   even   drag   tiny   fingertips   against   vehicles   with   history   embedded   into   them   .     she’d   be   curious   ,   a   loquacious   mouth   that   begs   to   know   the   roots   of   her   parents   ,   their   love   story   ,   and   everything   in   between   .    she   had   stars   in   her   eyes   and   brown   locks   sticking   out   from   clouds   ,    and   with   that   held   on   to   everything   .   every   vowel   ,   every   gleam   in   reflected   hues   ,    every   smile   that   had   secrets   hidden   within   them   .

     uneventful   is   a   longing   that   failed   milani   ,     half   of   a   childhood   granted   .   got   to   experience   bed   time   stories   and   games   of   ‘   i   love   you   more   ‘   ,   scrapped   knees   and   peanut   butter   jellies   after   school   .   she   enstored   faith   in   fairy   tales   and   believed   all   monsters   hidden  under  her  bed  could  be  defeated  with  shut  eyes  and  digits  holding  a  stuffed  teddy  bear      .    as   her   father   promised   ,   darkness   shall   never   touch   her   .    so   he   kept   his   life   of   illegal   street   racing   ,   the   cons   and   the   pros   ,   as   separate   as   he   could    .   his   wife   only   helping   keep   their   daughter   out   of  harms   way   until   her   hands   grew   tired   and   her   presence   grew   less   .

    it   was   such   a   sad   thing   ,   to   witness  love   die   .   even   sadder   to   be   on   the   other   end   of   that   dying   love   .   heart   breaking   apart   as   the   single   minded   darkness   consume   her   mother   ,    feeling   of   utter   defeat   .     a   feeling   that   grew   more   and   more   intense   as   milani   realized   that   her   mother   leaving   was   nothing   compared   to   watching   her   mother   from   afar   pretending   she   didn’t   exist   .    what’s   a   child   without   their   mother’s   touch   ?   milani   wanted   to   answer   nothing   .   she   was   a   little  girl   who   needed   her   hand   to   guide   her   through   this   confusing   and   complex   world   .

       once   asked   the   heavens   with   tears   in   her   eyes   ,   “   what   else   do   you   want   to   take   from   me   ?   “   and   they   answered   six   years   later   in   the   echo   of   gunshots   and   the   colliding   of   pavement   and   a   body   .    seventeen   years   old   but   she   knew   ;   terrible   things   did   not   come   in   threes   ,   they   came   one   after   the   other   after   the   other   .   and   the   damaged   left   in   their   place   was   uncountable   .   it   planted   a   seed   of   grief   in   the  empty   pits   of   her   stomach   and  forced   her   to   grow   them   .     orphaned   ,   a   term   she’d   grow   accustomed   to   .     milani   abessolo   ,   darkness   has   won                     it   touched   you   .

      escaped   the   memories   of   warm   hues   that   smiled   proudly   down   at   her   ,   the   familiarity   of   a   beating   bass   and   the   smell   of   oil   as   her   dad   balanced   helping   her   with   her   homework   and   fixing   the   car   that   was   due   to   be   picked   up  by   the   end   of   the   day   .   she   ran   from   the   corner   store   where   once   a   month   she   ran   into   the   women   who   could   no   longer   look   her   in   the   eyes   .    and   she   fell   into   the   arms   of    eldora    ,   now   she’s   just   trying   to   survive   .  

      connections               ⇁      best   friends   ,   a   small   friend   group   ,   someone   who’s   older   then   her   who’s   always   looking   out   for   her   ,    ex   friends   ,  hookup   ,   flings   ,   on   and   off   lover   ,   toxic   friends   ,   partner   in   crimes   ,   bad   influences   ,   literally   anything   !!!

[pddyocnnr-blog]

have you heard of PATRICK O'CONNOR? he is a TWENTY-NINE year old survivor in boulder county, who looks like JOSEPH GILGUN. he is SELF-RELIANT, which helps him survive as a ROGUE. however, he can also be COLD, so i’d watch out for them. they are known as the ACATALEPTIC.

hi hello !! my name is chy. i’m a lil anxious canadian who was actually around during the first group but too much was going on in my life and i was unable to properly keep up with everything and i ended up vanishing. the main blog just happened to pop under my recommended blogs though and i KNEW i needed to come back. ur all fabulous <3 feel free to like this if u want to plot with my messy bean. i’m always down for pre-established relationships too whether they’re romantic, platonic or familial, etc. 

born in kinsale, county cork, ireland. 

was raised by his grandmother until she died when he was 10. 

he was then put into the foster system and spent years bouncing around homes. 

he was grieving and no one seemed to care. 

he lashed out often as a child. sometimes violently, sometimes just loud and annoying. 

no out of school activity could keep his focus. 

he continuously failed his school subjects and eventually dropped out when he was 15. 

he has a criminal record. eg. petty theft, selling drugs, fighting, etc. 

has spent loads of time actually on drugs. to the point where he can function like he’s entirely sober. 

struggled at the beginning when he had little to no access to drugs. 

is thriving now though. 

can be cold towards most at first. but is prone to opening up once he starts to trust them. 

isn’t scared to fight people for supplies. mostly if he’s running extremely low.

carries two knives and a gun he found on a dead person. 

born in kinsale, county cork, ireland, patrick spent the first few years of his life under the watchful, loving eye of his sixty-two year old grandmother. his father had always been non-existent and his mother had died of an overdose when he was barely a year old. he had never lived with her and never known her. after his grandmother passed when he was ten, patrick was tossed into the system and bounced around to various different homes. 

no one wanted a grieving kid who lashed out violently when he became upset. no one wanted to help him either. so he bounced from bed to bed, family to family, street to street. by the time he was fifteen, a criminal record had attached itself to his name. anything from petty theft to drug charges. 

eighteen rolled around and suddenly he was free of the system. the last home had actually done a pretty decent job with him. the woman, aileen, had done what she could to take care of him. therapy, finishing school properly, getting a job. she had continued to check in on him after that and he spent most sundays at her place for dinner. 

life as an adult hadn’t been easy though. finding a consistent job was rough ( the one aileen had secured for him let him go once they realized he was smoking pot behind the building at lunch ). drugs and crime continued to be an easier way of earning money. he sold, he used, he fucked up left and right. he floated through life in the worst possible ways. 

until he met nora. she was smart and beautiful and funny and seemed to have her entire life together. something entirely out of reach for paddy o’connor. for awhile, he became better. he still used but he stopped selling. stopped resorting to the street life in order to live. even got a job as a barista for awhile. they had an entire life planned out together. even though her parents completely disagreed with their relationship. 

by twenty-five, they were off to america ( boulder county, colorado to be exact )  so she could seek out better job opportunities. they had an apartment, a damn car. twenty-eight and things were seemingly good. until patrick nearly overdosed one night. she grew upset that he was still using and left to stay with a friend. 

he hasn’t seen her since despite trying to get to her when the infection began spreading. he’s come across safe areas in the past but remained on his own in hopes of finding her a bit easier. he finds the apocalypse easy because of his street smarts and ability to survive. 

[spectostudy]

New Studyblr Alert!

  Hi there! I’m Angharad, I’m 17 - graduating in 2021! I’m in my second year of part time study (BA Language Studies - French and German) with the Open University, with a burning passion for theatre on the side. I live in rainy Wales, in the UK. 

  My main blog is @acataleptic but this year I’m dedicating myself to a studyblr so I can document my progress and be a part of such a supportive community! My native languages are English and Welsh, and my culture is really dear to my heart. 

  Interests:

Classic literature // Leo Tolstoy, Jane Austen, the Brontë sisters, William Shakespeare, Thomas Hardy, Charles Dickens, Alexandre Dumas etc. 

Theatre //  Contemporary plays and musical theatre, some good ole Shakespeare can’t go wrong. Hopefully more involvement is to come during this year.

Languages // I love learning languages and learning about them, whether they’re a majority, minority or extinct language, I feel like there’s so much you can learn about culture and humanity through language.

Well-being // I’m always looking for ways to help promote my own well-being as well as the well-being of others. I do voluntary work locally, and I’m hoping that this blog will help me feel more productive, and in turn be useful for others! My New Year’s resolution to take up yoga is going slow but steady.

  I’ve been inspired to take my education by the reigns by these wonderful blogs, who continue to put out useful content, and words of wisdom. A special thanks to them for doing what they do!

@intellectys / @emmastudies / @equaticns / @acadehmic / @studyfeather / @echostudies / @studyign / @academiix / @vocative / @studyquill / @aescademic / @illegibles / @scholaria / @drama-studies 

[acataleptic]

question tag

@drama-studies tagged me (merci) rules are to answer the questions and to tag people you want to get to know better! I’d tag @drama-studies but they already beat me to it!

1. Nickname: Narad

2. Gender: Female

3. Star Sign: Gemini

4. Height: 5′2″

5. Time: 2:09 am

6. Birthday: 8th of June

7. Favourite Bands: Scissor Sisters, Studio Killers, Fleetwood Mac

8. Favourite Solo Artists: MIKA, Adam Lambert, Jack White, Elton John

9. Stuck in my head: Honour to us All - Mulan

10. Last Movie I Watched: The Greatest Showman

11. Last Show I watched: B99

12. When I Created My Blog: February 2015

13. What I Post: aesthetic photos (cliche I know), langblr posts and wlw positivity

14. Last Thing I Googled: Translation Schools in London

15: Do You Have Any Other Blogs: @didrugaredd is my side blog but I post on it infrequently. https://spectostudy.tumblr.com/ @spectostudy is my studyblr but I’m currently not posting on it due to an influx of assignments. 

16. Do You Get Asks: Never, I don’t tend to post anything that would implore an ask though.

17. Why Did You Choose Your URL: I wanted a one word URL, and one with meaning. Acataleptic refers to Acatalepsy, which is a term for never fully understanding something, or never being able to know something with certainty. I liked it because I never entirely know something, I learn new things every day and knowing that there’s always more to learn in store is what makes life exciting.

18. Following Count: 447

19. Followers: 340

20. Favourite Colours: Every shade of green

21. Average Hours of Sleep: 2am/3am-10am

22. Lucky Number: 3

23. Instruments: Trumpet/cornet (not very well)

24. What I’m Wearing: Pink jumper with Marie from the Aristocats on it and black PJ bottoms.

25. How Many Blankets Do You Sleep With: One duvet and a smaller fleece blanket. 

26. Dream Job: I don’t entirely know yet, but hopefully something that incorporates foreign languages and theatre. 

27.  Dream Trip: Month long tour of Australia/ Theatre in Hamburg

28. Favourite Food: These cheese twist things from Lidl’s bakery. Guaranteed to make a foul mood a good one. 

29. Nationality: Cymraeg (Welsh)

30. Current Favourite Song: Hasa Diga Eebowai - The Book of Mormon

Tagging: @zmondy @gentlepal @eddies-fannypacks @lattes-at-midnight @charliewantstostudy @dashofcharlie And anyone else who wants to join in :)