#suggestion aesthetic

[sour-suggestion]

the story you tell yourself is affecting you. does it serve you? is there more there? what’s missing?

[suggestingsuggestions]

The story is an easy one to remember. There is a boy, and he runs from monsters. You are that boy, or maybe you used to be- are you still running? It is not enough to escape, now. You went forth and learned of fear. And what is terror but the knowledge that the chase doesn't matter. The flee, or the fight, or succumbing to a bestial metamorphosis. Who you are becomes an inevitability. When you speak of pain, it hears you. Imagine- mercy, a death rattle. Life, a heated hollowness, existential exhaustion, blinded by twin suns.

LED HEADLIGHTS // 0097

[mudg0bln]

i think he wants a hug

[ drawn by babezord ]

[its-a-beautful-day]

Sweet Beetle Dreams

Inspired by @pangur-and-grim new grub and @dimespin comment on this post!

[biggest-gaudiest-patronuses]

finally at that age where i'm thinking i should get a tattoo. not bc i feel strongly about it, just seems like a waste not to. i've got so much skin i'm not using

[venusiianruby]

[radillio]

ᰋ⠀ ۫⠀ ִ⠀ USERNAMES IDEAS ִ ⠀ ♡⠀ 𓈒

glorifying ⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ inocenture ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀flustrares

chinoise ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ fleures ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ arumes⠀

mistyial ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ orphical ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀myosotism

unreales ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀otopias ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ⠀ ⠀ monetoile

[channoticedmeuwu]

𝐂𝐇𝐎𝐈 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐆𝐘𝐔 — 𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐈𝐅 𝐖𝐄 𝐊𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐄𝐃?

p — CHOI BEOMGYU × FEM!READER | g — suggestive, fluff, frenemy!beomgyu | w — mentions of slight claustrophobia, a bad kisser, kissing scene, gyu's kinda annoying pull up bro

a/n — because of 230610 beomgyu need I say more. + this kind of sucks idk why but I mean I need the idea out of my drafts sorry y'all

“beomgyu, please.”

your fingers were gripping beomgyu's jacket— your lips burned from the previous make out session you absolutely regretted, lipstick smeared and desperation fluttering with your pretty eyelashes as you pleaded, blinking at beomgyu. “just a few seconds, I can't let him see me.”

you'd just ‘ran away’ from a guy beomgyu had set you up with— or at least tried to— after realizing he was a terrible kisser with a lot of opinions that would be better off inside his mind. and you were fed up with the constant ‘girls aren't good kissers without experience’ opinion he had, right after calling you a good kisser. he had completely messed up your make up, abruptly landing a kiss on your lips right in the middle of the dance floor. hot bodies against each other and blaring music, causing you an overload of senses.

your eyes stared at beomgyu, who was tall enough, especially with the platform boots he wore tonight. so even with you holding him down, gripping him for dear life wasn't enough to make the two of you see eye to eye. he ran his thumb over your eyebrow with a smile, his fingers adorned in silver rings felt cold against your skin— your eyes absorbing his appearance, your heart beating with anxiety.

“aren't you cute,” he chuckled, making you let out a panicked giggle, “you want me that bad?”

“don't get ahead of yourself,” you stood to your toes, your action making beomgyu lace his finger around your waist in support, “i don't want you, I need you.”

now, that sounded completely different in your head. you needed him to save your ass, you didn't need him in that way. not charming old beomgyu, who kicked the back of your knees when you'd be walking to class. not beomgyu, who'd scrunch up his face everytime you'd walk past and ask if you've taken a shower, especially when your hair were obviously wet. not beomgyu, who'd smack your head from behind and point to the closest person near the two of you when you'd ask, “what the fuck, gyu!?”

so what was it about this beomgyu, the beomgyu who was humming at you and tracing your skin with his initial, the beomgyu whose eyelashes you insisted to do before the party because you realized that he had amazing lashes. the beomgyu who was lazily blinking at you, a blush creeping on his cheeks, adam's apple trembling, “need?”

“you heard me,” but you decided this beomgyu was different, this wasn't the same beomgyu at all. no, his eyes looked different in the flashing lights, his fingers moved up and down your back like he was trying to earn a reaction out of you, but it wasn't working at all, especially when you tightened your grip around his collar in desperation.

and it probably meant something that your first instinct was to look for beomgyu when that horrible kiss happened, and you suddenly realized that staring at his face. beomgyu scrunched his nose at you.

“please.” you said as you turned your head, checking to see if anyone came around the corner looking for you.

“and what's in it for me?”

you were starting to get impatient. you started tapping the floor with your foot, shaking him slightly with a whine, nervously pink in the cheeks. “alright, alright,” he pulled you against the wall right beside the two of you as he heard someone say your name right behind the corner, “but you owe me.”

“anything,” you giggled as he put his arms next to your face against the wall, his body hiding you. he had his eyes closed, forehead against yours, and you could feel your heartbeat chatter your teeth as the echoing of your name got closer.

but somehow, you were still not satisfied.

anyone could still peak over beomgyu's shoulder and see you, your bold make up and your recognizable face. “beom,” you whispered, your breath falling on his lips, the footsteps growing closer, “what if—”

but then he cut you off, lips on your own, a hand guiding your thigh around his hips; he had you pinned. the scent of smoke made its way up your nose as he mumbled, eyes slowly opening, causing his eyelashes to flutter against your cheeks. “hand. hair.”

immediately, you snaked your hands up his hair, unusually soft and—well, they smelled good. the image you had of beomgyu as the annoying asshole who picked on you in the halls was merging into something else, like ripples of water settling down to show a proper picture. beomgyu was holding you in a way you've never been held, his voice humming and his lips in a smile against yours.

and was it that bad to admit that he was getting you more nervous than being found by the guy you were trying to avoid? he'd mutter a little ‘ah!’ that would travel like current throughout your body, especially when you'd turn your head to check if anyone would find you like this; pinned against the wall, eyelids shut tight, his hands underneath your blouse and on your skin. and the idea of that made your face turn redder than the whimpers beomgyu was letting out to tease the fuck out of you.

“you're such a shit kisser,” he mumbled with a giggle that definitely sounded like he felt the opposite, when someone turned around the corner, calling beomgyu's name.

“gyu—oh, fuck.”

beomgyu placed a hand on the back of your neck as he turned, gently nudging your face into his shoulder. “yeah? dude, I'm busy?”

“yeah. shit— I mean, yeah.” then with a stutter at beomgyu's annoyed expression, he continued, “have you seen y/n anywhere?”

“the fuck, dude?”

“nevermind.”

and as the body turned around the corner, beomgyu turned to you with a raised eyebrow. “you can look up now.”

and he saw your face— lips puffy, sweat beading underneath your eyes, panting from the adrenaline, hair disheveled from the friction against the wall— you were a mess. and you were laughing like a maniac.

“dude, you're good,” you just chuckled as beomgyu cocked his head to the side, tongue in cheek. “like me that much?”

“beomgyu, no!”

“mhm, then let go of me.”

and that's when you realized you still had his hair in your hands, your forehead against his, and your legs around him. you muttered a defeated fuck, standing to your feet and getting ready to walk away, cheeks burning.

“hey,” he asked, pouting as he bent lower to look at you, “no thank you kiss for me?”

“is that what I owe you?”

he thought for a second as he clicked his tongue, back leaning against the wall as he thrust his hands into his pockets. “mhm,” he finally nodded, tapping his lips which were glittering from your lipgloss.

“right here.”

txt — masterlist

main taglist (hmu to get added!) — @koishua @navyhyuck @allegxdly @daystiny  @kdyism  @neotism  @bluejaem  @radiorenjun  @sleepylixie @oifelixcmerebrou @mrkcore @imdamnconfused  @sicluvz @abhirami20 @tyongishs @emvrd @brxght-world @1921choi

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[romanticallymad]

I only want you want you♡

want you♡ ♡ want you♡

want you♡ want you♡

want you♡ want you♡

want you♡ want you♡

want you♡

[owllooker]

Joel!! (to be read in the way Iskall says it)

My idea that in Joel’s cyberpunk town food is made out of local ingredients that he farms: glowsquid, glowberries, and sakura ofc! (does he have honey as well?)

Oh, and those things on his back? They are some high tech stuff that allows you to model light after anything, so it can be basically used for carrying berries, or transform into an elytra!

[sour-suggestion]

you can’t do anything with this guilt, love. not anymore. too much time has passed and you couldn’t have done anything with it anyways. you’ve felt it enough, now let it rest in the past.

[suggestingsuggestions]

Do not be gentled, beast. It’s okay that you were only ever going to be a knife. It’s okay that there is a bullet in every chamber. God was violent, too.

[heavne]

[zerotigg]

it's me

[wolflowers]

🧼 하엘 ㅤㅤㅤ𝗿𝗮𝗻𝗱𝗼𝗺ㅤㅤㅤㅤ namesㅤㅤㅤㅤ forㅤㅤuse

𝓲𝓼 𝗳𝗹𝗼𝘄𝗲𝗿 "name" ꒰꒰ ❀

𝘁𝗵𝗲 "name" 𝓲𝓼 sunset ̷ 𓇼

𝗹𝗼𝘃𝗲 ت "name" angel ̫

𝖿𝗅𝗈𝗋 𝗆𝖾𝗂𝗀𝖺 𝓲𝓼 "name" 𑁍 꽃

𝗉𝖾𝖺𝗋𝗅 the 🦪پ "name" 𔗌

𓍼 tulips ❁ 황혼 "name"

[miublogsite]

⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝑢͟𝑠͟𝑒͟𝑟͟𝑠

͏ ♡̩͙ ♪ snoopyrant ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ͏ ͏ ♡̩͙ aureablog

͏ ♡̩͙ bugsfolder ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀ ͏ ♡̩͙ ♪ aurascyber

͏ ♡̩͙ ♪ miumiubows ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀ ͏ ♡̩͙ ninfablogsite

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