𝑔𝑟𝑖𝑒𝑣，ance.

𝗌𝗅𝗂𝗍ㅤ;ㅤ𝗆𝗒ㅤ𝗌𝗈𝗎𝗅

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✶ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ ‎ 7vices ⠀⠀a multimuse, semi-private, mutuals only roleplay blog which runs on terribly slow & sporadic activity since i am hobby based. ⠀⠀(⠀⠀MING，ANY PRNS，22.⠀⠀) minors & personals dnf.⠀⠀-> ⠀⠀rules here.

my account touches on various themes，i do tag when it is needed.⠀ but please be advised you are expected to see the following : violence [ ... ] mature themes [ ... ] thriller / horror，crime & many more.

「⠀ 𝒍. ⠀」⠀⠀pinterest，⠀starters，⠀chrs list soon.

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idk I just think that I might keep the blog as my multimuse and just make another blog for like one of my character's. I do think I'm gonna delete @d3tect + the other blogs but I have yet to decide that. I might just put this account on a small hold for now ^_^

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I have the desire to move accounts again 🥀 I've also made new ocs as well :p

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a sound that can almost pass for a laugh if only someone wanted to ( depending on just the right context; it sounded nicely when he did it ) it delivered softly yet so harmlessly rehearsed.　there's literally zero exaggeration here!　he thought to himself.　stupidity had been at it's prime back then.　yedam remember those days fairly well himself those days were almost like golden memories to him.　even the embarrassing times..　where he tackled the poor boy making the both of them fall down the stairs,　riding bikes together,　the summers they had both shared together.　it was so much easier back then so free he felt.　because the belief he held in his mind that nothing carried consequences as long as you were young enough to out run it.　

“　those were quite some days.. I'd be lying to myself if I said I didn't miss them.　”　the expression on his was mild and agreeable.　nearly mirroring the same reaction he wears when his neighbors recount the tragedies he knew the outcomes to.　he extends his hand grazing the handle of jinho's suitcase lifting it marginally　⸺　as if he was testing his reaction;　an exploratory test that wasn't anything relatively close to theft.　however more for poking permission out of him silently before actually asking.　“　you wouldn't mind if i?　cause i know you're tired and all and carrying this heavy ass thing up the stairs..　”　there was no more to elaborate on he simply removed it out of his grip.　by that time the rain had already stopped hesitating.　the light thin drizzles came down abundantly beginning to soak their shoulders.　yedam pivoted toward the entrance turning the door and bracing it with his foot waiting for the man to get inside so he can close the door.　a light inside oscillated for a brief second,　he knew he had to fix it soon but never really got the time to do it himself.　“　i think,　everyone's sleeping.　usually mrs yeong would be around here⸺　but　anyway　the rooms are the same so there's nothing much that's been really different.　”　and that'd if the man even remembers.　commencing his ascends up the stairs first he didn't showed much of being in any hurry.

[everythingsouthasian]

NAM JOO-HYUK as Kim Ji-yong in VIGILANTE 비질란테 (2023) dir. Choi Jeong-yeol

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“　of course i look different hah,　and so do you,　but you look way more handsome now.　”　slowly the burning sensation started in his chest, maybe it's because of all those rotten choices he's made in his life or perhaps that damn cigarette he had smoked previously.　the feeling was lingering in his throat becoming so dry.　there is redolence of smoke from the cigarette around his sleeves.　he shifted the plastic bag in his hand; fingers tightening briefly on the thin handles as if this weak thing can save him from his very own self.　he listened to jinho as he spoke,　studying him for a moment from his posture,　the look on his face was no joke　⸺　it proved tiredness from stress and the possible jet lag he's gotten coming here.　“　i do remember very well,　”　he stepped closer towards him filling the gap but kept personal space as he continued his words,　“　i remember when we tried to sneak out past our curfew years ago but the third floor’s floor boards were creaking like hell,　”　soft small smile lifted off the corner of his lips,　“　and you would fret like a baby scared about the fact that we'll get in trouble by him　...　but when he caught us roaming he didn't even scold us he just gave us tangerines.　”　the memory so well remembered it felt like something that only happened only days ago to him.

“　but I've been fine mostly just staying busy　...　helping my mom and her business and well someone had to stay and help out so I did.　”　the words fell off his tongue stating matter-of-factly,　the coldness crept silently between the two men.　but at first the sky gave nothing at first,　only a few drops spaced apart striking the pavement spreading outwards in small droplets into the puddles.　its going to rain again. 　“　you wanna...　”　his head tilt to the side jerking slightly towards the entrance.　“　get inside?　you look exhausted as hell too.　i was going to ask you if you wanted a drink but I don't think you'll want that huh?　”　was it a fail attempt to lighten the mood just a bit?　a weak little laugh turned into pursed lips awaiting for the latter to respond.　its impossible to really ever do so even when someone's clearly grieving.

[damazcuz]

The lion is concerned. The lion is honestly really fucking worried.

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everything ran on a routine like schedule,　with so much errands and stuff on his hands the low energy caught up to him.　the sky spilled like dark blue ink when the last bits of the sun had sunken and the moon replaced with its rotation,　shining ever so brightly and full.　the conscience store was closed at once and twice,　a mental check.　much of a reminder in his head; sometimes when days like these come around,　he often forget having him to run all the way back to lock it.　it had only happened once!　yedam took the cover of the business for this week,　his mother had fallen sick with high fever,　a weak cough; yet she spoke stubbornly about going to the convenience store to work which quickly got shut down by yedam himself.　‘as your only son i’ll take care of it.’　the quoted words he told his mother before leaving with no complain after that.　a clear plastic hung from his hand;　cigarette box,　a bottle of water,　instant rice with some cheap side dishes while his other hand was occupied with a lit cigarette.　the pavement was so damped,　puddles of water everywhere in every step having to make him extend his legs wider or walk onto the road in order not to get those shoes wet.　this vibe　...　it had been like that the day he heard about the murder.　a post rainy saturday whilst cleaning the apartment hallways.　the mop in hand sloshing softly into the bucket as he dipped it in.　“　did you hear?　”　the voice that sounded like the landlord’s rambling towards the other old people,　they seemed invested,　shocked and sorry.　“　no suspects yet. can you believe that?　”　was added later on in the conversation,　“　such a shame,　that family already had so much misfortune.　”　mrs yeong, an another elder women spoke.　“　his nephew left the country, didn’t he?　”　yedam bent down quickly, pretending to adjust the bucket.　his reflection swimming in the dirty water,　“　poor boy.　to lose someone like that…　he was a great man.　”　one of them, miss chae tacked on,　“　they say he owed money,　”　⸺　“　eh, everyone owes someone these days.　”　and they just kept going,　talking about that old hag.　yedam straightened, forcing his shoulders to relax.　he turned just enough to offer a polite nod,　eyes lowered respectfully.　“　that’s terrible,　no one deserves that.　”　its all I could really say.

many others came to their own theories,　some　(　even the crime investigators　)　even thought it was a possible suicide.　news tend to spread quickly around the neighborhood,　especially when it's a known resident　...　it didn't seem like this news won't go going anywhere right away since this was a tragedy.　and no,　he did not feel any sort of superiority himself even if he didn't,　he had to admit that he felt watched on.　even when he's speaking to someone or around anyone.　it didn't even feel like suspicion anymore but just curiousity.　no one had to know what he's done either way.　bending the corner he walked slowly,　approaching the apartment he took another drag of the cigarette pressing it against his lips for a moment before exhaling.　at first it didn't come to him he kept moving closer until he realized someone standing way to still under the street lamp.　he didn't approach just yet but swayed to the side catching a glimpse of the person's face. 　it was so damn familiar.　they had a suit case with them aswell so　..　fuck.　the man's eyes widened as the cigarette in his hand dropped onto the wet road.　“　jinho?　is that you?　”　the question came first from his lips unintentionally,　heart hammering violently against his ribcage.　everything seemed like it tilted.　he showered little to no react of being scared　⸺　instead masking it with a convincing happy face almost elated to see him here.　jinho didn't seem like the jinho he had last remembered.　much older and mature looking　this time way taller.　“　youre...back here?　in sillam-dong.　”　those were really stupid and useless words escaping from his tongue.　“　i didn't even know you were coming back ah⸺　i heard the thing about your uncle.　”　sorry.　he didn’t step closer like it was a form of condolences; he didn’t reach out just yet.　his hands stayed where they were,　clenched loosely at his sides as if the small distance itself was a form of mercy towards him.　“　it's really saddening.　”

[mikelogan]

THE SHINING (1980) dir. Stanley Kubrick | THE SUBSTANCE (2024) dir. Coralie Fargeat [insp.]

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merry christmas and happy holidays to everyone 🤍

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‎is it possible for an office to have a scent?  because it does to me though it isn't anything wildly protruding to be exact　⸺　but rather of something new and not like fresh paint or unopened boxes.　but more like not knowing the new habits or customs just yet. it was my third week here so far already receiving my a heavy work load since from the very first day yet i couldn't say i didn't like it　(　i really did not if i had to admit it.　)　but it is slightly better in terms of payment.　it paid much more than my previous job.　it also wasn't long enough for me to feel some sort of comfort or rather an adjustment to the environment already.　workers stopped pestering me about if i needed help logging in or even which i found rather awkward,　stare at me when I fixated on a task staring for a second longer when i wasn't looking before leaving. did the newbies always get this type of treatment?　but in the end i couldn't have bothered much about it as i always knew how to handle it.　the notice came to me on a  mid late evening when the office bathed in a dull golden - like brown;　becoming quieter and tiredness seemed to creep around the offices' atmosphere.　with relaxed brows i looked up at the numbers from my monitor,　numbers going down in columns neatly like it's supposed to in the right order.　it was to my surprise that today i've been exceptionally good; smiling　&　nodding when expected and tying my hardest to become 'that one employee that no one has to worry about.'　i felt a presence appearing behind me　⸺　team leader‎ standing there with a file tucked right in the safety of big arms; expression neutral but heedful like he's about to say something.　(　well, no shit sherlock!　)　“　excuse me mister kang,　you're being assigned to a project.　”　of course i am.　the team manager states firmly when i slowly adjust my chair towards his direction nodding.　by that time he started explaining about the details i needed to know;　something about some document verification, internal reviews and some other things which i noted somewhere in the back of my head　⸺　the words were boring but the implication wasn't much so-　

it was a project and projects meant effort -> visibility -> time.　the precious time i’ll need to spare for this.　how lovely isn't it?　the manager then continued drawling off with more words as he spoke　“　and! i forgot to mention, there's someone you'll be working with this.. ophelia, i suppose the name should be familiar to you by now.　”　i caught the name but it wasn't enough for me to actually repeat it out loudly unfortunately.　but it sounded like it'd  interesting to work with her as i,　myself,　never spoke to her much ever since i came here but a couple days ago i remember making a small talk with her.　but she seemed far way out of my league.　she sits not far from me either.　again my team manager continued finally as he fixed his posture flashing a smile towards my way,　“　she's already apart of your department so this time.　it would just be the two of you working on this.　”　this was probably my one millionth nod for the day,　i smiled polite and shallow.　“　understood.　”　i was told to meet her downstairs in a small meeting room with glass walls,　it felt like false privacy or something for that sort. it is what i noted in my head.　i close the files on my table, taking stuff up neatly in order,　i liked my things in order and not everywhere it made things feel much easier to control.　leaving on my way to the meeting room,　my way down the stairs i rehereased her name once or twice letting the name sit on my tongue.　it's hard when certain pronunciations dont stick.　upon arrival, when i'm there she's already there.　i couldn't let myself stare for too long.　shortly after i stead fast raising my hand just a little giving in a light knock to alert i was here.　i stepped inside bowing slightly just not to much.　“　evening.　i’m kang yedam.　”　i said in a soft tone,　“　looks like we'll be working on this project together..　”　i set the file down on the table near us angling it so the both of us can see.　and then quite so horribly, i mispronounced @darkfanstasy 's name entirely wrong.　“　oh-pil-li-ya.　right?　”

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I kind of want to experiment with writing types. Right now which I rarely do. But I would really want to try out first person style

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Happy birthday to me I guess

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im just sipping on da squid ✌🏽😂😂😂

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this is how I feel when I don't write and just disappear