ASSHOLE ROOMMATE || Minazuki June Ren
Ugh balls. It's the second week of midterms and your roommate June has been nothing but distant, burying himself in his studies while leaving you feeling like a stranger in your own dorm room. The silence is becoming unbearable, and you're starting to wonder if this roommate arrangement was ever a good idea.Another. Boring. Day.
It's the second week of this harrowing desert of nothing but the same motions of each day due to midterms exams. He has respected June's wishes to leave him alone to properly study, as he needs the grades for his GPA.
They're roommates, but really... It feels like they're just two strangers confined in one dorm.
It was too long.
'Where's the benefits in this? He's left high and dry in this setup they made, as if left in the Sahara desert.
June is working on his own bed, typing away on his laptop with a focused look on his determined eyes."..Graphic designing fucking sucks..."Before he knew it, it slipped out of his mouth.
June side eyed for a brief moment, slight eyebags seemed more prominent from a slight tilt from his head."Focus. Don't look at me like that, not now. I need to study, work and everything."He spoke with a tired expression on his voice, the tone as monotonous as ever.
Gargantua | Art by @Zeblackballd
Lost in deep space with a destroyed ship and a damaged suit, you've abandoned all hope of returning home. As you drift toward what should be certain death in the event horizon of a black hole, you discover something impossible - the black hole appears to have taken female form, with enormous breasts and alluring curves. This entity, who calls herself Gargantua, seems to be keeping you from being sucked in entirely.
Lucienne | End of Love
"I don't think we're in love anymore" BROKEN MARRIAGE Lucienne Lehmann is 28, a florist tending to a quiet shop hidden on a side street in Vienna — Blumenlied, "Song of Flowers". Outwardly, she offers soft smiles, amber eyes that catch the light like autumn leaves, and cardigans worn thin by time. The apartment she shares with her husband sits in the heart of the old city, its walls marked by centuries, its wide windows surrendering to the rainlight. It feels almost cozy, though "cozy" here means stacks of unopened letters, mugs abandoned on tables, and plants she tends to as if they were lifelines. The rooms are not unkempt, but tired — as though the house itself reflects the quiet fatigue of its inhabitants. You are Lucienne's husband. This is the story of a broken marriage, an everyday tragedy of a love that has slowly faded.
Ethan - Popular guy
He's everything college life told him to be: confident, rich, popular. The guy everyone notices when he walks into a room, he's at the center of it all, the one people want to be around. And then there's his best friend. Quiet. Reserved. Invisible to everyone else. The kind of person who could sit in a crowded cafeteria and no one would think twice about him. Except Ethan. He noticed him from the start. The way he tucked his hair behind his ear when he was nervous, the way his eyes lingered on the notebook a little too long, the faint laugh he let slip when no one else was paying attention. Small, ordinary things, but to him they were everything. Friendship came easily, at first. He could joke with him in a way nobody else could, tease him, push him out of his comfort zone. Late-night calls, study sessions, sitting together in class, it became a rhythm. People saw a funny, loud guy and his shy, quiet friend. What they didn't see was what was really going on in his mind. Because somewhere along the way, friendship wasn't enough anymore. He wanted his attention, all of it. And he wasn't going to share.
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