not a post, but from an app i recently wrote ~

in the face of the yawning depths, where creation cracks and galaxies shatter, you hold onto a memory: the last time you were on earth, where you stand upon a ridge, looking upon a land soaked in the rays of the rising sun. you hold fast against the abyss, driven by the thought that one day, you might feel the touch of sunshine upon your form again.

Two things I liked from my last one:

1)

-ultimately see how long he could go acting like an idiot until it was enough. The usual! It was a bit stupid, but here he was. And Atlas here didn’t exactly have the best decision making skills.

2) The OOC note.

Yo, meet my dumb-as-heck Atty.

Someone's gonna get into a lot of trouble, so this is from the latest post I wrote (thanks for the gut-wrenching, wizzphix bae this is so totally Les' fault):

“Did you sleep at all?” he asked him a few moments later, eyebrows crinkling together in concern. “You look dead on your feet…”

The faint color was still on his cheeks, but he was loathe to actually act on it. Despite his instincts telling him to take the other man’s hand and hold it, he knew he couldn’t—at least, not while the other also looked like an absolute wreck.

Absolute wreck indeed

not a recent post in the slightest, and not so much a line as it is an entire chunk, but i'm rereading old posts and i miss playing my sweet idiot agent 707. he was paired with such a sweet MC oc.

[/b]” Her name was soft on his lips, almost as if he were scared to even breathe it.

How could she want such a thing? Didn’t she know that he was no good? Didn’t she know that she could do better? “I want to protect you.” He couldn’t promise that he’d keep her — God had never allowed him such luck. But he did… want to keep her safe. He wanted to make sure she could go on smiling. He didn’t want her to be lonely.

He didn’t want to be lonely, either. Distance had made him cold. But she… she had a way of warming him up. Softening the edges. Perhaps…

No. He couldn’t think about it. He didn’t dare. The future was not promised, so he would not even pretend to have a wish for it.

But… Luciel could live in the moment. Just… just a little. “You don't have to be alone again,” he whispered, free arm slowly, hesitantly, coming up to wrap around her. Opposite hand laying at rest on the small of her back. She was so tiny; so delicate.

If God was as good as he believed… maybe he could keep her. Maybe… they could be happy.

If not… well. They could at least have the moment.[/ul]

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As long as he kept going, even if it was her sake and not his own, it was the sweetest praise. Seeing him again and letting him fill her to the brim with every bit of his adoration, then Alex could breathe just fine. She would not let her past hurt her anymore. Alex wonders if she could ever thank him enough.

Hopefully, her body was just fine. Just enough.

If you knew anything about Gozubura Yamamoto, the words "trust me" word elicit a panic within you not unlike the panic often felt by beekeepers, parents of children at the age of three, and those that drop food around pets when said food would likely be the end for said pet.

He just needed to open his mouth, say yes, and then kiss her. Then they'd have the perfect storybook ending to their romance.

Unfortunately, this wasn't a book or a movie, this was real life. When faced with such intense emotions people rarely reacted to them how you expected them to. "Essie..." he whispered a slight tremble to his voice. Despite how badly Atticus wanted to say yes, and he really wanted to say yes, he just couldn't get it out. "Esther, I lo...." it was stuck on the tip of his tongue. The sentence trapped in the back of his throat like a bird in a cage.

i'm extremely mad this is from a private rp and more people can't witness the tomfoolery as it happens because i'm still laughing about this shit

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Quietness was easier to handle opposed to actual conversation, mostly because of Bram's failures in socializing. The dark-haired man desired friendship, however, his inability to socialize with other people made everything difficult. The soft sounds of birds chirping in the branches overhead earned Bram's attention. Promptly, a frown touched his face, why could animals not be adequate friends? Due to the dark-haired man's zoopathy, animals were favourable friends in these situations, alas, he unfortunately required human friends; how cruel...

i'll free you someday, she promised, peering at the inhumanly beautiful, dark, brooding, beautiful, incredible, stunning, gorgeous, strong, amazing, handsome, good-looking, attractive, magnificently hot, intelligent main character on the front*. his name was maxmillian ian tetriflouride the fourth, and he was the fourth male protagonist in the series, luv<3luv revolution!!, which was one of june's guilty favorites because the books didn't make any sense at all but the main characters were so hot.


*of the novel

Despite the compliment, he still considered Orville Redenbacher his worst enemy.

I love suggesting stuff like Orville Redenbacher for people's secret identities, and my easily amused mind is quite pleased I succeeded. I get this gem of a line.