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this was intresting... i got:Magma Writer

Molten rock that still has to surface. You're the perfect mix of fire and earth, and your story shows it, having the best of both worlds. You're the writer that holds fire on their fingertips and kisses their lovers goodbye in the most painful way. You're able to build long stories that burn on the inside. You break the human soul, touching with infinite grace the right cords. You are an artist of the elaborate pain and heavy angst only a constructed and long story can give. If i could see in your eyes, i would be looking at your soul dancing on an unstable floor, flames all around it, to protect it and to forge it. Your love burns hot and infinite inside of you, and sometimes, when it slips out, you're afraid that it could burn too much. But the right people will know how to love you, and every bright tongue of fire your soul is made of. Your stories are the ones that make the world change.

look at this quiz that i found! it's a quiz that lets you know 'what kind of element writer are you?' or just basically what sort of element you are as a writer. (full credits to the creator of the quiz on the website!)

i got: AIR WRITER

Exploring the darkness and light in the human soul is a delight, to you. You don't fear writing about MCD, Hanahaki or that suffocating angst. You are a master in flexibility, creating stories that can go from slice of life to mystery. You're the horror story that starts lightly, and the reader just can't stop reading. Before you know it, the air in the room has disappeared and the reader is choking on their tears, while an invisible hand dries them. Your style is simple, and really nice to read, a word takes you to the other, and then the other, and it's 3 in the morning and sleep is clinging on you, but you just can't stop. Your prompts are *chef's kiss*, the absolute perfection. You mix every emotion like colors on a palette, and paint the whole world with the bluest smiles, and the prettiest golden eyes. Your readers can't be other than allured in by you, and once in, they have no escape.

tagging: @jungwoniics | @heejojo | @odxrilove | @sunshinelixie-lee | @0x1lovebot | @berriniki | @yunascular | @hyuckworld | @terrytaehyunnies and everyone who wants to try!! (let me know what you get 👀)

Why are men so hot when they're sick?

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REBLOG golden mikey for good luck ✨

idk lol dis statue just radiates good luck,,,, let see if something happens

ANOTHER PLACE: THE PLAN

☓ victor! seongha x victor!fem reader.

☓ hunger games au, angst.

☓ warnings: first person pov, violence, blood, weapons, hunger games stuff. og characters are there too, inaccuracies to the books/movies. please ignore the mistakes this may have♡

☓ word count: 3.1k

☓ a/n: praying this shows up in the tags sigh. please spare a reblog and let me know what you think!

taglist: @ohmyateez @little-kpop-plant​

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Miu Miu Satin Ballerinas

ahh, this is so good I'm proud of u Elly🥰🥰

HAPPIER IN OUR MEMORIES. (SJY) | 너의 기억속에 나 (심재윤)

❝i’m selfish, i know, i can’t let you go. so find someone great, but don’t find no one better. i hope you’re happy, but don’t be happier.❞ — happier by olivia rodrigo

KOREAN TITLE: 너의 기억속에 나 (meaning: the ‘me’ in your memories)

SYNOPSIS: As the clock ticked further towards your fate that was set in stone, the further the one you loved seemed to drift away from you. But who was really the one walking away?

GENRE: angst, non-idol!au, ill-fated lovers.

PAIRING: sim jaeyun x fem!reader.

WORD COUNT: 4.8k words.

WARNINGS: mentions of illnesses, descriptions of depressive thoughts, possibilities of cheating, thoughts about falling out of love.

AUTHOR’S NOTE: this is my first ever fic and i am needlessly scared JDJSJS also please don’t ask why my first draft is so dark, i don’t know why either hELP (/j). i’m still trying to improve my writing, so advices and feedbacks would really help!! beta reader credits to my wife @yunascular and my godparent @terrytaehyunnies !! — with love from the owner, elly.

“Miss (Y/N).”

The stern voice of your nurse snapped you out of your daze. Your fingers pushed the scrapbook in your hands to a close with a small ‘thump’, your weak (E/C) irises met her brown ones. Despite her previous tone of voice, Nurse Kim seemed to soften her gaze on you as she placed a glass of water on your bed stand. You could hear the sound of her pouring your dose of pills for today too; it was a noise that you despised because it served as a reminder of your present. Not just that, but the hospital gown on your figure and the ticking of the clock… all of them. But, there was only one thing that could bring you solace.

“Is Jake here yet?” The sentence almost felt like a routine to you, the excitement in your voice didn’t do a good job at hiding itself. Nurse Kim must’ve thought the same as she chuckled. “I’m sure he will arrive soon enough.”

The presence of your lover by your side was the only thing that kept you going. Would it be an understatement to say that he was the sun to your world? He would’ve laughed at you if you ever told him that. But truly, you weren’t exaggerating.

Jake was there for you at the night of your school’s prom. He was there when you snuck out of your bedroom to go out with him at night. He was there when you lost consciousness for the first time in class. He was there when the doctor told the both of you about your brain cancer, a terminal illness. He was there when you realized you had little to no time left to live. He was there when you cried and cursed out your fate. There were more — yet, your constant headaches always prevented you from recalling everything — but you knew one thing. It was the fact that Jake had always been there for you.

“Please remember to take your medicine, Miss (Y/N).” Nurse Kim sent a last reminder to you before bidding you goodbye, not wanting to disturb your private visit with your boyfriend. You nodded with a hum, yet the glass of water and pills were left abandoned on the stand. Fingers eagerly tapping on your bed at the same pace as the singular clock ticking on the wall of your room, all you wanted right now was to see Jake. You wondered where was he right now? What did he do today? How was Layla? Gosh… you were just so in love with him, weren’t you?

And that was why it hurt the most when slowly, you began to realize that something was off.

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