#there’s that ig

[satl8468-scribbles]

“Xenos, I appreciate the conversation, but you’ve we’ve been neglecting formalities.”

He quirked an eyebrow, learning back into his chair and settling his feet on the desk.

“Neglecting formalities?” He looked almost amused, but more so tired. It was late. A little too late to be having this exchange.

“You’ve been… familiar.”

He rolled his eyes. “Takes two to have a conversation, princess.”

“Not that, the other night. Also earlier when we danced, we— uh.” She cleared her throat. Fuck, this was uncomfortable. “Right now when you looked-“ she stopped.

Nope, nope, nope, don’t say that. Was she overthinking this? She was probably overthinking this. Or maybe it’s the liquor. She shook her head, trying to shake away the fuzziness, the fog over her brain. It didn’t work.

“I looked?” A smile tugged on one side of his cheek. She frowned.

“Yes.” She huffed, her cheeks red. “You looked.”

She hoped despite the dim light from the fireplace, he couldn’t see her face. She turned back to the door. She heard the legs of his chair move, but she didn’t want to look in his direction. This whole night had been embarrassing.

“Goodnight.”

“Myra—“

She goes to open the door, but he quickly closes it from behind her. She turns to shoot him a glare.

“Don’t be annoyyi-“ her words caught in her throat, he was closer than she expected.

“First off, with the other night, it was between that or those scoundrels you call friends figuring us out.”

“Hey-“ she took a step back, but her back was already pressed against the door.

“Earlier, the dip was apart of the dance, what did you want me to do?”

“Xenos-“

“And now you’re sprouting nonsense about looks?” He looked irritated, but there was something in the way his voice dropped, in the way he leaned closer.

“You forget yourself!” He always knew how to get under her skin and if he thinks he can distract her from that with his pretty eyelashes, he’s clearly more stupid than she gave him credit for. She avoided his beautifully wretched eyes, she could hardly to stand to look into them.

“As do you if you think formalities apply here. You’re so serious.” He said with a laugh, taking a step away from her space. Her frown was starting to cause her forehead to ache.

“You could stand to take things more seriously… or at least me.” She grumbled. A moment of silence passed for a beat too long. She could hear her heart in her ears and nothing else. Why was he being so quiet?

She dared to look up.

He had an expression on his face she couldn’t quite read, his eyes darting between hers. He pursed his lips.

“I do.”

[megafaunatic]

gay people house meshi

[stafsar]

my muse and I

[dogmouthhorse]

[continent-of-wild-endeavor]

[seagiri]

sat on vc and painted

[kazieka]

so I started a new anxiety medication this past week and so far it’s been going very well except that I have extremely vivid dreams and apparently sleep texting. I seem to have sent this at 3am and i have no memory of it

but i am Right

[saracastically]

now she’s all ready for spooky season—are you? 🌕🐺

[rosees3ray]

reblog if it's okay for your mutuals to message you and create an actual friendship, not just interactions

[poemale]

　 　 　 　⍰　 kaomoji elements　 ര

　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　 　  　 　 create ur own kaomoji w/ me !!

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eyes

ˊ ˋ　 ◞ ◟　  .ܸ .ܸ　 • •　  › ‹　 o̴̶̷᷄ o̴̶̷̥᷅　  ≧ ≦

ˇ ˇ　 ◜◝　   ◡◡⁠　 •̀ •́　 ^^　 ᵒ̴̶̷̥́ ᵒ̴̶̷̣̥̀　  ꈍ ꈍ

⏑ ⏑　 ◝ ◜　 _ ̫ _　 •́ •̀　 ���⊲　 o̴̶̷̤ o̴̶̷̤　  ˃̶̤́ ˂̶̤̀

´ ｀ 　 -᷅ -᷄　  .⁠ .⁠　  ߹ ߹　 ՞ ՞⁠　 ಠ ಠ　 ᴗ͈ ᴗ͈

mouths

ᵕ　 ⤙　 ᴖ　 Ⱉ　  △　 ࿁　 ꕀ　  ‸

༝　 ‿　 ⌓　 ⩊　   ⌑　  ｡　 ㅁ　 ⇀

̫　 ֊　  ᎔　  ᗜ　  Д⁠　  ³　 ᯅ　  ˬ　 　 　 　 　 

noses

˶　 ᵜ　 ᆺ　 ˕　 ܫ

˔　 ᴥ　 ɷ　  ̷　 ꀾ　 

ears

ᐢ ᐢ　  ᕱ ᕱ　 ᕬ ᕬ　 ᙏ　  ᵔ ᵔ　 ᐡ ᐡ　 

∩∩　 ꪒ ꪒ　 ՞ ՞　 ⍝ ⍝　 ᥥ ᥥ　 ᘏᘏ

hands / arms

ก ก　 ٩ ۶　 ⊃⊂　 ᑌ ᑌ　 ദ്ദി　  ა૮

ฅ ฅ　 ੭ ᐣ  っ ς　 ੭ ੭　 ੭っ　 ∩ ∩

brackets

𝇋 𝇌　 ૮ ა　 ૮₍ ₎ა　  ( ິ )ິ　 ໒꒰ྀི ྀི꒱७  ૮ ོ ོ𑁬

₍ ₎　 ꒰ ꒱ྀི　 ૮꒰ ꒱ა　 ᧔ ᧓　 ᧔ྀི ᧓ྀི　 ʕ ྀི ྀིʔ

꒰ ꒱　 ଘ꒰ ꒱　 ꒰ ੭ ꒱ ᐣ　 𓊆 𓊇　 ᑦ꒰ྀིྀི ྀྀི꒱ᐣ 　 ૮꒰ྀི ꒱ྀིა

　

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[punnifullife]

funnier in my head but we're all thinking the same thing, right? jason:

[toodrunktofindaurl]

she heard the news

[goldensunset]

a real blorbo is someone you can both write a lengthy and serious/sad analysis on yet also constantly and i mean constantly make stupid jokes about

[brittlebodies]

Ian Stone, Doubting Thomas, oil on linen, 12x16 in, 2023

[abyssalzones]

updates from the stan o' war

[squidflavoredsoup]

i think we’re chill we talked for a bit

he let me get close to take this pic! :)