begging on all fours planting my face on the ground stumbling against concrete tar and brickwalls while half-mumbling , half-whispering plsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplsplspspspsspspspspspspsplspslspls

(( a love letter to my friends ))

a woman is
a mystery

because there’s one in front of me and i can hear the sheen of her meadow green sleeves bewitching.

i think i’m looking at her and

i think she’s looking at me because her lips of glossy nectarine peels

curve?

at their most pleasant angle
and into a mesmerizing shape like

x²+ (y – ³√x²)² = 1

in my vision she’s so bright, science dictates pupils constrict but
the sheen of her meadow green sleeves that glosses with every sway
dilates mine.

there is magic in her fingertips, isn’t there?
nails polished cranberry red
on white willow fingers.

we’re close enough but also far away
all zoomed in but zoomed out, too.
the background is the foreground and the backdrop is the main focus
and for a second i’m a tertiary character playing the role of a hero or
a villain or
a love interest —
her love interest.

then she floats,
breezesurfing on winds waltzing with her meadow green sleeves
looking like charming meadow green leaves.
as she departs she trails behind
hints of spring’s spicy sichuan and sweet summer sweat;
garnet gaze crunching red apples and honeycrisps in autumn ombré’s winter wonderland.

she tiptoes arabesque,
spins on pointe,
jumps jeté and assemblé, assemblé and jeté and jeté and assemblé and
her footfalls scatter cloud-petaled snowflakes on this stage i call life where
they glisten, glimmer, shimmer because
she’s a spellcaster, spellweaver, spellbinder — while
i’m her rune, her hex, her abracadabra.

it’s true that
she’s hot, but cold, but warm, but chilled
dispersing clouds on a foggy midday evening.
clusters of stars lining up the horizon at early dawn;
sun-scented porcelain moon under pine tree branches
where their green colors the sheen
of her meadow green sleeves

for a woman
is the wonders of everchanging seasons;
the everlasting perfumed notes of the milkyway seeping into that one taken whiff of oxygen.
the smoke of cigarette menthol that bleeds into the atmosphere,
the dancing giggle of a sigh sung gentler than midnight aurora.

there’s nothing left for me to do but to gaze ever fondly at she whose meadow green sleeves sheen bewitching because

a mystery
is a woman.


next prompt: hear ye, hear ye

oh the scream i scrumpt im DEAD hes so FINE

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mind stuffed so full of wlw and mlm from hsr and alien stage overload

necessary if seen as DM-like roles , unnecessary if they're there and taken just for a subset of people who want to feel important w/o understanding the responsibility that comes with it i.e. respond to others' ideas. most of the time they become less important if all they want is for the rest of the site to cater to them just because. 

that is not to say that they are responsible for approaching whatever new members that join their factions tho. ppl still need to have their own initiative to approach those with canon roles and offer what else they can bring to the table to enhance the experience overall. 

the gears rotate from right to left; existing laws gone awry.

spin ,


spin,

whirrrr !!!!!!!

spin,

WHIRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRRR

whirring ,

whirring ,

whirring ---

time goes back, gravity retrogresses, entropy reverses. in his head the universe shatters into a million pieces --- crack by crack, noise by noise, image by image --- and when he falls to his knees he prays in andraste's name ( maker help him , he's not a believer ) :

in a million universes she's in

there should be a million of him, too.

let's GOOOOOOOOO

• marry phim's characters 100 times and give them the entire world that's good and / or bad bc everything that is part of an existence should be dancing on her characters' palms
• marry irene and tell her characters that mine are so in love with them , they'd like to smooch them and hug them but also kill them
• marry ink and abcdefghijklmnopqrstuvwxy and z , screenshots of plans and plots not authorized to be published
• marry goldie bc im weak in the knees for her and her mind and her genius and her literary signature
• marry ( lots of ppl idk will still be rping in 2024 or not [ actually not even sure if i WOULD be considering i'm kind of enjoying my rp vacation ] and also not sure if they're on pixel perfect but the innate desire is present and i hope u kno who u r
• will quartz marry me in 2024 ? who knows

ya i just wanna marry and eat , pray and love , love is unity love is peace love is ................. all-encompassing ( everything that results from it is 100% a go ofc )

one ticket for the vip seat on the grand opening day pls

OMG ?

what is alt ? 

gundam rp :eyesemoji:

my ike standee looks so beautiful, it blinds me with its brilliance and im ready for more------- //shot