chasing pretty thoughts

she has an usual softness about her, even as she starts to crumble, a beautiful way about her, even as her heart starts to break, a smile always to remember, even when her cries are not heard, she wants the world to be happy, even if she'll eventually lose herself along the way.  (!!!) information regarding this muse is still underway.

[ascellia-blog]

@unorthodov:

( sms – joohyun. ) hmmmmmmmmmmmmmmm?

( sms – joohyun. ) i think it’s better if we share it, okay? why didn’t you tell me so we could have gone together? aish. anyway, i’m good, the grandma next to me gave me some food for lunch, it was cute, she said her husband forgot about it so she gave it to a handsome man instead. aka…me. 

( msg : myeon ) If you can’t finish it all on your own, I’ll gladly help you. Eat what you can, Joonmyeon, and then save the rest for me. I should be back in approximately ten minutes. Fifteen, at most. A grandmother? Was it Mrs. Hwang who had done that? She’s around 5′0″, wears glasses, and has short, permed hair. Or someone else? Regardless of whom, that was an awfully kind thing of her to do. I do hope you had plenty of food to eat. If not, maybe we can catch dinner together after we close the shop. And yes, you are a very handsome young man. I acknowledge that. 

( msg : myeon ) Give me a moment, love. My order is ready.

[ascellia-blog]

( sms — joohyun. ) hello, beauty. are you ready for a new day ahead of us? race you to the cafe!

A whimsical fusion of raspberry, rose, and warm plum coalesced into one heavenly aroma, generously besprinkled across her neck and wrist as her thumb pressed down on the pump. Joohyun carefully returns the flowery embroidered bottle back to her collection of perfume after she finished using it, gaze subsequently averting over her reflection through the mirror. Turning her head from left, then to right, she runs a quick eye over her visage to ensure that her appearance is as well put together as she hoped. Her makeup was kept to a minimal whilst her long, chestnut-brown tresses were pulled back into a high ponytail and secured with a thin elastic ( though, she did not have much of a choice whilst working as a barista ). 

Satisfied, the brunette set forth towards the bedroom door, fetching her jacket, purse, and iPhone along the way. Right when her phone was within her possession, Joohyun noticed that she had received a message from someone; not just anyone Joonmyeon. She pauses once she reaches the front door, slipping her arms through the sleeves of her black jacket, tugging the thick garment further over her petite frame. Maneuvering the strap of her purse over her shoulders, she then sticks her feet into her shoes before leaving her apartment. 

( sms : Myeon ) Good morning. I’m going to give you a call, so please pick. 

She figured that it’d be difficult ( and dangerous ) to text whilst walking, so she sought for an alternative. Skimming through her favorites list, she tapped his name; repeating the process when pulling up his number. With the screen of her phone now pressed to her ear, Joohyun grabs a seat on the unoccupied bench in front of the bus stop and tucks her spare hand into her pocket, combating the crisp winter air’s wrath. 

“Hurry and pick up. My hand is cold,” she mutters to herself, as if he were there to hear her.

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fire baechu in rookie mv.

[ascellia-blog]

After their shift, he was quick to take her away and pull her out of the shop without further ado. Joonmyeon wants to make sure that she's good, she's warm, and she will have fun tonight as what they did on Christmas Eve. He drapes the scarf around her neck, the red one that he got for her on Christmas, letting his fingers trace the slope of her neck before anything else as he leans down with the same bold mannerism to kiss her forehead. "Ready to spend another night with me?"

She struggled to keep her balance, staggered when she was abruptly dragged out of the café. But she regained her footing shortly afterwards, squeezing the hand that was ensnared within hers. Last week, on Christmas day, Joonmyeon promised her that he'd take her out on New Years Eve and spend the entire evening with her, counting down the final seconds until 2017. Joohyun has her chin upturned towards him, gaze leveled over the back of his head as she sauntered down the sidewalk, donning a small, sheepish smile. 

It’s a silent walk, but the silence was anything but uncomfortable. Quite the opposite, really. They come to a stop near the end of the block, and curiously, she takes a small step forward, standing beside him. Joohyun turns to her side, freeing her hand from his grasp. Her smile gradually widens the longer she stares at him, though it isn’t something that can be helped. She’s discovered that it merely comes natural whenever she’s with him, much like breathing. “You never told me where we were going.” She comments, her voice as soft as velvet. For a moment, her lips purse and she tilts her head half a fraction to the left. “Is our destination supposed to be a surprise?” 

Joohyun’s lashes flutter shut after the scarf was wrapped around her neck. The bottom half of her countenance was concealed behind the garment, so she curls her fingers around the material, tugging it down a smidgen. He’s always looking out for her, always thinking of her well-being. She’s starting to wonder if there’s ever been a time where a thought of her hasn’t crossed his mind, though she chooses not to brood over this, as there were things of more importance. When she opens her eyes, she’s met with the bottom of his chin ( that was all she could see as his lips brushed against the centre of her forehead ). They widen, hues of crimson bloom across her cheeks. “Joonmyeon,” she mutters his name underneath her breath, her hand involuntarily moving over her –– erratically –– beating heart. She swallows hard, her meek simper returns. It takes a lot of courage to pulls this next move, but once she has, her palms fall over his cheeks, she nods her head. “I’m always ready.”

[ascellia-blog]

although i still have a long ways to go before my blog is fully functional ( with joohyun’s profile, biography, and my guidelines ), i was wondering if any of you are interested in plotting with me. i’d love to get some interactions / threads going. so, if you are interested, you can give me a heads up by giving this post a little like. i’ll make sure to invade your inboxes if you do. in the mean time, however, i’d like to thank everyone who followed me. i apologize for my inactivity, but once i finish everything, i’ll do my best to be as active as i can. 

other than that, i hope you all have a lovely day/afternoon/evening!

[ascellia-blog]

When she got to the shop, he was by the counter, he smiles at her, hoping that it would ease the coldness of the day with some warmth within the cafe as he turned on the heater. He walks over to her, taking her bag and hands her the apron that she would normally use, "Welcome, ma'am. How may I help you today, hm?" He teases, tucking some strands over her ear as he leans back. "We don't have much customers around so I'm all yours this morning, heh."

She thinks there is something comforting about the atmospheres found inside of coffee shops. Though each of them upheld various ambiences of their own, the feelings they incited were the same. It’s why Joohyun sought work at her local café. She starting working there during her sophomore year in college, and has not quit since then. Kim Joonmyeon was the reason why. 

Her day begins when she arrives at the café. She enters the coffee shop with a twinge of elation swimming through her veins, shutting the glass door behind her once she’s inside. Some took glances her way, but out of the bunch, there was one brave soul who actually approached the young brunette. Neither a patron, nor a stranger, she’s welcomed by more than a familiar face. However, before Joohyun could give him a proper response, he had already replaced her bag with an apron. She looks down at the cloth once it’s in her hand, briefly, then she looks at him. “Cute,” she simply comments, reaching forward with her free hand to tap his cheek. If he plans on teasing her, then there should be no harm in playing along with him. She tilts her head to the left, the smile she bore earlier is replaced with a purse of her lips. “If you’d really be willing to take my order, then I’d like to have one jasmine tea; grande, please. Will you make it for me while I clock in?”

She’s already gathering all of her hair in two hands, pulling her chocolate-brown tresses back into a high ponytail, and securing it with a thin elastic. Her attentions returns to him afterwards, Joohyun hooks her arm around his and tugs him along with her as she heads to the counter. It has become a habit of hers, to hold onto him regardless of whether he’s given her consent or not. Joonmyeon’s never complained, so she’s pretty much convinced it doesn’t bother him. “Has business been this slow since you’ve clocked in? That’s surprisingly. We’re usually really busy in the morning, but no matter, that means we’ll have more spare time on our hands. Tell me, how have things been while I was off? Were you able to manage the shop?”

[ascellia-blog]

PLACE IN SOCIETY

financial: wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty.

medical: fit / moderate / sickly / disabled / disadvantaged.

class or caste: upper / middle / working / slave / unsure.

education: qualified / unqualified / studying.

criminal record: yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no.

FAMILY

married - happily / married - unhappily / engaged or betrothed / partnered / single / divorced / separated / verse dependent.

has a child or children / has no children / wants children.  

close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no siblings / sibling(s) is deceased.

orphaned / adopted / disowned / raised by birth parent(s).

TRAITS + TENDENCIES

extroverted / introverted / in between.

disorganized / organized / in between.

close minded / open-minded / in between.

calm / anxious / in between.

disagreeable / agreeable / in between.

cautious / reckless / in between.

patient / impatient / in between.

outspoken / reserved / in between.

leader / follower / in between.

empathetic / unemphatic / in between.

optimistic / pessimistic / in between.

traditional / modern / in between.

hard-working / lazy / in between.

cultured / un-cultured / in between / unknown.

loyal / disloyal / unknown.

faithful / unfaithful / unknown.

BELIEFS

monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic.

belief in ghosts or spirits: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in an afterlife: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in reincarnation: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

belief in aliens: yes / no / don’t know / don’t care.

religious: orthodox / liberal / in between / not religious.

philosophical: yes / no.

OPINIONS

pro-suicide / anti-suicide / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-euthanasia / anti-euthanasia / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-choice / anti-abortion /  doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-marriage / anti-marriage / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-death penalty / anti-death penalty  / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-drug legislation / anti-drug legislation / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-murder / anti-murder / doesn’t know or on the fence.

pro-cannibalism / anti-cannibalism / doesn’t know or on the fence.

left wing / right wing / middle / doesn’t know or on the fence.

SEXUALITY + ROMANTIC INCLINATION

heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual.

sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favourable.

romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favourable.

sexually: adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious.

potential sexual partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

potential romantic partners: male / female / agender / other / none / all.

ABILITIES

combat skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

literacy skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

artistic skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

technical skills: excellent / good / moderate / poor / none.

HABITS

drinking alcohol: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

smoking: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

other narcotics: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

medicinal drugs: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

indulgent food: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

splurge spending: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

gambling: never / sometimes / frequently / to excess.

[ascellia-blog]

@unorthodov:

( sms – joohyun. ) Yes, and thank you. I badly needed a new jacket, how did you knew? mine was torn after accidentally passing by a barbwire, and I feel chills around my waist after that. Thank you, I don’t think I actually said that yet, when you gave me these things, I appreciate it a lot, Joohyun. The same time in New Year’s eve, right?

( sms – joohyun. ) I don’t have shift that day so I’ll fetch you.  

(sms: joonmyeon) You’re welcome, and I noticed. Whenever you came to work, you would practically be shivering; your nose would be read, and so would your hands and fingers. I’m sure they were numb, too. I cannot even begin to tell you how much it worried me, Joonmyeon. You needed a jacket, and you needed one as soon as possible. I couldn’t just sit around and watch you suffer, so I sought to get you the best of the best. Are you wearing it right now? I’d love to see how it looks on you. I wish you would have tried it on for me the night I gave it to you.  (sms: joonmyeon) But yes, the same time on New Year’s Eve. I don’t have a shift that day either, so we can meet up earlier if you’d like. Perhaps we can grab lunch somewhere together, too.

[ascellia-blog]

@shimuie​:

Around 2:09 PM, she heard her phone ring. Miyoung lazily picked the said device next to her as she was laying down across the soft mattress of her own bed, being home feels nice, and she never felt at ease over the whole week when she was forced to socialize with the elites that her mother introduced her to. Sometimes, being normal seems so hard to achieve but she figured that she should stay in where she is; normal is boring anyway, although the thought of having an average life somewhat crossed her mind.

Reading the message as she shifts on her side with a bolster trapped against her hug, she swipes across the message that was sent by a friend, her lips curl, because it’s been a while since she heard from her and she has something for the elder this Christmas, a lot of gifts, actually, and she’s very much excited about giving everything as it almost took up the whole space of her luggage. Joohyun had been so supportive of her and she felt cared for whenever they’re together, even though they met at an ungodly time and place, she never felt forced whenever talking to her and treated her as if she was her little sister, and Miyoung just had to give her every single thing that she did for her, back.

(✉ – hyunnie. ) How did you know I got back today… Do we have that kind of intuition? But I’m glad you asked! I was about to text you, I have a lot of gifts, my mother even brought you something, too. where should we meet? I miss you. 

This is the first time Joohyun has heard from Miyoung in approximately two months. Part of it had to do with the fact that she was busy with work, whereas the younger was busy with her trip. It seemed like they never had time for each other, but that never strained their relationship because Joohyun understands Miyoung, and Miyoung understands Joohyun. It’s as simple as that. However, there were times where she wanted to reach out and contact her, but she knew Miyoung wouldn’t be able to make it to the phone. She’s been patient, and patience paid off. 

December 28, 2016. 

If she remembered correctly, Miyoung was set to return to South Korea sometime near the end of December. Joohyun didn’t know the exact date, but she decided to test her luck regardless. And surprisingly, things worked out. Miyoung’s message informs her of her arrival, and Joohyun almost jumps with excitement. She wanted to, but she didn’t want to draw in any unnecessary from those around her. How embarrassing would have that been? She looks down at her phone when she finishes ordering, glancing at the other’s message for a second time today, before she fetches her order number from the counter and thanks the cashier with a sheepish smile. 

(sms: little miyoung) Before you left, you told me that you’d be gone for two months, maybe three. I had no clue that you were going to return today, but when I woke up this morning, my conscience coaxed me to send you a message. Maybe we do have that kind of an intuition. Miyoung, by any chance, do you think we’re secretly lovers? Who knows. I’m just kidding! Jaehyun would get jealous if we were. (sms: little miyoung) You and your mother brought back gifts for me? You didn’t need to do that, but thank you. I’m at a café right now. Why don’t you meet me here? I’d love to see you and hear everything about your trip. (sms: little miyoung) The address is 536-20, Sinsa-dong, Gangnam-gu, Seoul, South Korea. I’ll order some food for us. It should be finished by the time you arrive. I’ll be waiting!

[ascellia-blog]

You can tell a lot about a person by the music they listen to. Put your mp3 player, itunes, spotify, etc. on shuffle & list the first 10 songs & then tag 10 people, no skipping // REPOST & DON’T REBLOG !

TAGGED BY: @chraeon. TAGGING: @unorthodov, @shimuie, @cespires, @passiflor, @lostambition, @runest, and anyone else who wishes to partake in this.

ONE. 물고기자리 –– juniel. TWO. 이별을 배웠어 –– lim seulong and joy. THREE. 고백 –– knk. FOUR. take it slow –– red velvet. FIVE. my turn to cry –– exo. SIX. 받는 사랑이 주는 사랑에게 –– davichi. SEVEN. for life –– exo. EIGHT. my love –– lee hi. NINE. 거짓말이라도 해줘요 –– park boram. TEN. all with you –– taeyeon.

[unorthodov]

“O flock of heavenly cranes cover my child with your wings.” — a gift for @ascellia

The chilly night is almost coming to an end, and he’s sure that it’s one of the best days of his life, pretty close to being on the top stop but not before the memory of the letter that he received as he got his scholarship. Suho’s holding her hand, their fingers entwined, his lips curled to that infamous smile as they stroll along the sidewalk, snow falling along their shoulders and he thought of how he could possibly give this night another boost, aside from getting her two stuffed toys from the fair they went to and to feed her stomach with all of the junk that was sold around the corners.

Suho has his thumb rub playful circles along her knuckle, squeezing her little hand against his own as he knew that as soon as the clock strikes twelve, the day is over, and Cinderella would lose her dress, her wagon, and her shoe. To him, though, it’s different; when the clock strikes twelve, he knew that he’d come back to the same person whom he was before, restrained, self-conscious, and a coward. Today was different and they both admitted that as soon as they became too bold for their own good, it wasn’t Suho whom was controlling him, it was Joonmyeon and for the first time, she met the man whom he was before, and the one hiding behind a façade.  

He told her his real name, whom only a few knew, and he was naked right in front of her, his soul was there, his heart was placed right in front to lead the way.

As they reach the bus stop where they would part, as he would have to catch the east wing as she would have to ride the west, he squeezes her hand with the same smug grin along the contour of his face, he’s happy and warm, and it’s all because of her.

“Thank you for this day, Joohyun. I didn’t know that you can do this, I didn’t know you can make me forget about the things that I don’t have and I wish that I do. Take care of our children, okay?” He says, playfully patting the rabbit and the reindeer that they got on an arcade game in the fair, and of course, he also wanted to ease the clenching sensation against his chest, almost as if he needed to calm himself down before anything else. The thing about him is that, he knew that there are a few things in life that he can never have, and he believes that a warm home is one of them.

Yet with her, it seemed as if home was never a place with four walls to keep him safe.

Sometimes, it’s a pair of arms that would hold you in times of need.

“I have one more thing.” He murmurs, pulling out a small black box from his pocket with a red and green ribbon neatly tied in the middle of it, his lips pursing out of nervousness as he looks at her, handing the box over, but since they have no time and only a few minutes left before the bus arrives, he slowly tugs the ribbon off the box, revealing the gold papercrane necklace that he got for her. “I don’t know why I had a hard time choosing something for you when in the end, I came for the simplest thing.” He takes the necklace in hand, placing the box down as he lets his fingers gather her hair to place it on the side as he wraps the necklace along her skin, locking it by her nape. “In Japan, when you fold a thousand of paper cranes, it can grant you a wish or something along the lines; cranes are also a symbol of happiness, joy and prosperity and I want you to have all of that, and I hope to make a thousand of paper cranes with you someday, and make a wish.”

“Merry Christmas, Joohyun. I hope I brought you warmth in this cold day, thank you for spending it with me.”

[ascellia-blog]

Joohyun’s attention diverted away from the cobblestone walkway when she heard Joonmyeon speak, her gaze ascends until it rests promptly over his countenance. She does not know why, but the moment she found herself looking at him, she could feel her heart beginning to race. Thump, thump, thump. What was happening to her? Why did she feel this way? Could he be the reason behind this? There was no absolute way of knowing for sure, but she did know one thing: she liked this feeling; she loved it. But all of those thoughts –– and more –– faded from her mind with his mirthful gestures towards the stuffed animals she cradled ever-so gently in both of her arms. 

“Children?” She quietly murmured underneath her breath, the corners of her lips involuntarily upturned as a gentle simper comes to adorn her delicate features. Her head descends as she casts a brief glance at the reindeer and rabbit. Joohyun remembers asking him to win her the rabbit because it resembled him, and when he won, the rabbit came with the reindeer; which Joonmyeon claimed to resemble her (though she thought otherwise, the comparison was cute). Joohyun speaks again, this time in an octave louder than she did earlier. “You don’t need to thank me, Joonmyeon. I had a lovely evening with you tonight. I’ve actually been feeling quite down and lonely these past few days, but our date gave me something to look forward to; you gave me something to look forward to. Going out with you made me happy, and I hope we can do something like this again in the future, regardless of there being a special occasion or not. But that aside, I promise that I’ll take good care of our children. I expect you to do so, too.”

Looking at him like this, she thinks back to all of the times where she has felt grateful because of something that he has either done or said to her, and this was just one of them. Joonmyeon cares for her without being asked; he does it as though it were something that came as second nature. She wishes there was more she could actually do for him, but for now, being by his side –– like this –– is all she’s really capable of doing; and she hopes he can see her sincerity in it. 

“What is it, Joonmyeon?” His name still feels foreign on her tongue, but she knows she’ll adapt. Joohyun only learned his real name today. Though she still wonders why he chooses to hide behind an alias, she thinks it’s best to leave things where they are. If it took him this long to tell her, then that must mean there are other things she doesn’t know of. But she isn’t complaining. She’s content with the way things are in this relationship because he’s slowly opening up to her, and she is, too. Why jeopardize what they share now by “forcing” an answer out of him? She couldn’t, and she wouldn’t.  

However, she receives the answer to her question when he showed her a box he’s been hiding. Ebony irises traces over its decorations, the red and green ribbon she sees tied around the box did Christmas justice. Her smile, over time, gradually softens, and she was even blushing. He’s making her heart race again, and all because of one small thing. Joohyun’s too shy to meet his gaze, so she ends up eyeing the ground (again), tightening her arms around the stuffed animals out of –– what? Nervousness? Excitement? It was difficult to tell, but she doesn’t bother to find out. Not when there were more important things she wanted to focus on: him and his gift. 

Her fingers curl around the plushies’ torsos as she purses her lips. She makes the mistake of looking at him when he’s near, gaze hovering over his picturesque profile as she purses her lips, holding her breath. “J-joonmyeon,” she manages to say, unintentionally stuttering. Her lashes flutter shut and she closes her eyes. Inhales, then exhales, before she musters enough courage to face him again. She maneuvers the toys behind one arm and uses the other to hook around his neck, stepping into his space to press her frame against his (they’re limited because of the things in her arms, but she doesn’t mind). “Thank you, Joonmyeon,” she pauses, peering at him through the corner of her eye, she leans forward to plant a peck on his cheek. “I really love it.” 

She’s already retracting from the embrace, picking up the pendant with her forefinger and thumb. It glistens beneath the moonlight when she moves it around, observing it at all angles. Another glance at him and she furrows her brows, her head tilts to the side. “A thousand paper cranes? I think I’ve heard something like that before, but I never knew for sure. But even so, thank you so much. It’s so beautiful. Maybe we can start folding paper cranes during our break times during the day? If we do that every day for –– who knows how long –– I’m sure we’ll have a thousand in no time.” 

She raises her chin, their gazes clash. 

“You don’t need to worry about that because you did, and I hope you will continue to do so in the future. Merry Christmas, Joonmyeon. Thank you for spending the holidays with me. You made them all the more worthwhile.”

[ascellia-blog]

@unorthodov:

( sms — joo. ) my fingers are too cold and I can’t type too much, I forgot my gloves inside the room and I’m too lazy to go back up, but hey, I’ll find him for you. Please don’t worry about anything because I do believe that we’ll be able to take care of it as long as we work together, I’m not sure if I’m allowed to take in an animal in my home but if not, can you keep him and then I’ll make sure to come there at least twice a week when we have the same shift so we can at least take care of him? I don’t want him to favor you over me, when I was the one who thought of adopting him, hehe.

( sms — joo. ) Okay, okay. And don’t flag a taxi! I can’t afford that, they’re too pricey at night, I only have ten dollars left in my wallet. I’ll take the bus, I have unlimited card anyway, and then I’ll walk to where you are, hm? Don’t worry, tell me where you are so I’d know which way I’ll go and ride the bus on.

( sms — joo. ) also, did Manager talked to you about freezing the blueberries? apparently when the other person incharged with baking, tried to bake another cheesecake, the blueberries were still frozen after putting it in the oven for one hour—I laughed harder that I should have, when he called me earlier. It’s too cold outside, please don’t forget to wear your scarf, okay? 

( sms: suho ) You should have double-checked before you left your apartment. I hope you’ve at least dressed yourself in layers. But don’t worry, I’ll bring a pair of gloves for you when we meet up. That aside, though, if that’s the case, you’re more than welcome to leave him with me. As far as I know, my landlord doesn’t have a policy against pets, so we should be fine. You can visit him whenever you’d like, though. I have nothing against that. After all, he’ll be your “son,” too.  ( sms: suho ) Actually, I was planning on paying for the taxi fee myself. But if you’d rather pick me up, then I suppose I wouldn’t mind. My address is 158-7 Seokchon-dong, Songpa-gu, Seoul, South Korea, and my apartment building is located between a park and a subway. If you have trouble finding it, just give me a call or send me a text. We’ll work something out, alright? Thank you for going through all of this trouble for me, Suho. I really appreciate it. ( sms: suho ) No, I haven’t heard anything of the sort from him. Why on earth would one of our coworkers do that? What went through his mind when he decided to bake the cheesecake with FROZEN blueberries?! He should have had someone cover him while he ran to the grocery and picked up a few cases. I’m sure our manager would have given him his consent. You know, I question the people we work with sometimes. ( sms: suho ) Thanks for reminding me! Are you wearing a scarf yourself? If not, I can bring you one, too. 

[ascellia-blog]

Muse Aesthetics

tagged by: @unorthodov. tagging: –––

Bold which ones apply to your muse. Italicize what they like. Remember to post and not reblog. Feel free to add to the list!

fire. ice. water. air. earth. claws. fangs. wings. gold. diamonds. grass. leaves. trees. roses. metal. iron. rust. rain. snow. lace. silk. cotton. sun. moon. stars. blood. dirt. mud. silver. steel. sugar. salt. lavender. glass. wood. paper. wool. fur. smoke. ash. ocean. bruise. scar. wind. spices. light. dark. paint. charcoal. wine. hard liquor. sweat. dust. bare feet. canine. feline. coffee. tea. books. scratches. petals. thorns. hay. glitter. heat. cold. steam. frost. candle. sword. spear. dagger. staff. arrow. hammer. shield. spikes. sand. rocks. roots. feathers. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. herbs. waves. lightning. sunlight. moonlight. clay. stone. brick. lions. wolves.

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attack hugging them

falling asleep on or next to them

giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

holding their hand for the first time

hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

hugging them way too tightly

kissing their forehead or cheek

kissing their neck

kissing them softly on the lips

playfully whacking them with a pillow

sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

surprise kissing them

telling them they love them for the first time

tickling them

waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

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@unorthodov:

( sms — joo. ) I don’t really know what happened next, apparently the family of the deceased couldn’t take the dog with them because they have a small baby and they’re afraid that the dog might do something to the baby and all of that. They were probably afraid of the responsibility that comes with the dog, too, because they have to feed him, care for him like how they would for a person and some people are too selfish to do that, especially when they always care for themselves. But are you sure… that you don’t want to raise a dog with me because of me, and solely for the purpose of just raising it?

( sms — joo. ) are you really, really, really sure about it?

( sms — joo. ) I’d give you time to think, heh. 

( sms: suho ) Taking care of an animal is no different from taking care of another human being. I’m not taking sides with his owner’s family, but I can understand the position that they are in. However, I wish they could have been more selfless and take the dog’s health and well-being into consideration. The least they could have done was find a home for him amidst his owner’s passing. As to what went through their minds when they threw him out onto the streets, I don’t know. But I don’t plan on sitting around, waiting for an answer. Nevertheless, I am 99.9% sure. Raising a dog for the sole purposely of simply raising it is the reason why I’ve chosen to do so, though raising him with you is an added bonus. I’m looking forward to it. I think we’ll have fun. ( sms: suho ) There’s no need for that because I’ve already made up my mind. I’ll raise the dog with you. But before we think about any of that, I think we really need to go out and try to find him. Suho, please, please come out and help me find him. Like I said earlier, it’s been terribly cold in Seoul. I could only imagine how he’s suffering. If not for me, at least do it for him. ( sms: suho ) I’ll flag a taxi to your apartment. I’ll see you in fifteen minutes. Be ready by then, and don’t forget to bundle up. 

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Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

Below the surface, everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, you will find out that three traits are important strands in your personality. 

RATIONALITY 

You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesize and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

SHYNESS 

Part of you is gripped by the fear that you’ll launch into something and completely mess it up. The upside of this is wise caution: people are indeed often too rash, whereas you know, by instinct, that holding back can save you. Probably, you feel shame and self-disgust a bit too much. But when you do feel in your element, you act with a wisdom and sensitivity never found in people with thicker skins.

RESILIENCE 

You have a tendency, after a setback, to turn your emotions towards restriving. What attracts you is the idea of wiping out a humiliation by resumed action – overcoming weakness, repressing your fear. Because part of your motive is pride, you can sometimes be unwilling to admit weakness or to receive aid. But at heart, tour insistence on coming back and never folding has taught you a valuable pessimism: you know that important journeys are never easy.

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@unorthodov:

( sms — joo. ) When I see it again, I’ll make sure to contact you. It seemed really frail and weak, what if it doesn’t have a home…? I don’t want it to be placed inside a pet center, don’t they euthanize stray dogs? I’m scared about that, but are you sure about it? Is it really the reason of helping me raise a dog or you just grabbed the opportunity to get to know me and go to my house more often than you should…? either way, thank you, as always. I can always lean on you. 

( sms: suho ) Please do. ( sms: suho ) Earlier you mentioned that the dog’s owner passed away a few days ago? If that’s the case, then I’m sure the dog has spent the time being without a proper meal or home to stay in. I’m afraid that if we don’t do something soon, nature will eventually take its course. Not just that, but it’s been terribly cold in Seoul lately. He’s probably freezing as we speak. Suho, the idea I’m about to propose seems rash, however, I think we need to go out and look for him. Could you please give me a description of what this dog looks like, and where you usually see him? If we split up and search the city, I’m sure we’ll come across him sooner or later. As for it being taken into a shelter, that’s usually the case after about a week or two. ( sms: suho ) Raising the dog is the reason, not the latter! ( sms: suho ) Even so, you don’t need to thank me. I’m happy to help.