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@blanksweats
❝# 𝐁𝐋𝐀𝐍𝐊𝐒𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐒. ❞ est. april 2023 / ( semi ) private , indie , multi / cst tz ; ⸻ just a little something for your mind ,
ACCOUNT UNDER HEAVY CONSTRUCTION ( jul. 2025 - )
MENU - # CHARACTER STUDY # VERSES # SOUNDTRACK # PINTEREST
CREDITS : HEADER CREDIT / MUSE BIO & HEADER TEMPLATES / GIF PACKS
lack of interaction ≠ lack of interest. sometimes, life gets in the way, or my muse doesn't cooperate with me the way i want, or i'm simply too anxious to take the first step. but just because we currently don't have any interactions going, doesn't mean that i'm not interested in writing with you and your muse(s). maybe the perfect opportunity hasn't presented itself yet, or i couldn't think of a good enough plot but that never ever has anything to do with you. after all, we're mutuals for a reason and that's usually because i enjoy seeing you on my dash and would love to write with you ― whenever that may happen.
1.02 “The Rapture of Being Alive" Beef (2023 - )
"That was a mistake. I am in a relationship. You need to go now before we get caught."
Tawan hastily scooped up the other person's clothes, barely bothering to sort what was what before shoving the pile into their hands.
The room was a mess, and he was no better. Tawan searched frantically for his phone, his rings, his belt, his shoe. Nothing was where it should be, and he nearly tripped over putting on his jeans.
Maybe that was karma trying to take him out. Which, all things considered, fair enough.
𝐍𝐎 , 𝐍𝐎𝐓 𝐀𝐆𝐀𝐈𝐍 ... if it had happened once , he would be shocked. twice , surprised. but a whopping three separate occasions? surely , he'd have to be setting some sort of record.
now that lucas thought about it , that hack psychic did tell him that he really ought to be more judgmental ( discerning , was the term , but that's beside the point right now ). he brushed her off back then because he was always such a great judge of character -- for the most part. kinda. not last night , but that doesn't count. alcohol was involved. a lot of it. a lot -- beside the point ( again ).
the point was that it's not his fault that every time he wanted to have a little bit of impulsive fun he ended up enabling a stranger's infidelity. purely unfortunate happenstance.
even more unfortunate for tawan , lucas' only answer is silence , his gaze falling to the crumpled heap of clothes in his lap. all he wanted to do was sleep. "no , i don't think do," he finally shrugs , stubbornly tossing them back onto the floor. "i think i'm going to take a nap. and don't worry too much , it's better to just get it over with. trust me."
he hugs a pillow to his chest and buries himself in the comforter , a contented grin on his face.
his desperate attempts at insulting her shouldn’t be getting under her skin— grace knows better than to fall for these old, easy tricks. there’s plenty of things that could be keeping her busy, especially considering that simon is about the very last thing on her list of priorities. lower even than taking out the trash, or reading the latest financial news. she scoffs. simon won’t know, but it’s embarrassing enough that she’s reacted at all.
annoyed, grace sprawls across her bed, aiming the camera at her face before closing her eyes and pretending to sleep. a blurry picture, but one that gets the message across.
[ text to: nerdface ]
[ image attached ] busy dreaming of a world without you in it 😘
unbusy yourself, he’d said. it is so ridiculously stupid, and so entirely in character for simon. and yet, her vexation is fighting its toughest battle yet to control both her curiosity and save her dignity.
[ text to: nerdface ]
in other news water is wet use your hands if you’re so desperate
the caller id gets declined a few more times before her curiosity wins the battle (again, embarrassing— she’d gone as far as to mute the phone). she does, however, not offer him any form of greeting other than a(n empty) threat.
“if you call me one more time, i’m filing a restraining order against you.”
a world without him in it? he snorts incredulously , slipping an arm into the warm embrace of a cashmere robe. is that egyptian cotton? he prods at the meticulously creased sheets on the california king mattress centered in the middle of the room. who even knows. whoever lives here has impeccable taste.
[ ✉ SMS : DO NOT ANSWER ]
oh you'd be bored to tears your life reduced to a vapid wasteland without the gift of my presence you're welcome truly if y
his phone begins to ring and cuts him short - and honestly , he's a little disappointed about that.
usually grace has the decency to allow him to wax a little poetic about his inner light shining brightly and bringing joy and bewilderment to ... to ... what was he even talking about again? something , something , world peace -- whatever , doesn't matter , he's too hungover to hold onto the train of thought anyway.
"that's a funny way of asking me what i'm wearing , but i'll take it." unfortunately , it's hard to be cheeky when your throat sounds as if you've swallowed a pound of rusty nails whole. he coughs into his -- someone's -- sleeve , letting his cheek rest against the soothing fabric with a sigh.
"and now that i have your undivided attention ... i think i need a ride. bring ambien - no , gin. no ... both. yes , both is good."
I SAW THE TV GLOW (2024) dir. Jane Schoenbrun
it’s the audacity of it all— ignoring her for hours, then spamming her without acknowledging her prior messages, and then— then, he doesn’t even offer her a chance to shut him down.
[ request denied ]
well, now she’s busy.
[ text to: nerdface ]
too busy for YOU you were doing a good job talking to yourself keep it up 🖕
grace makes a face at the screen, half considering to simply block his number (temporarily). but then, her curiosity might get the better of her, and she might only mess with her own sanity. it’s easier to mute and passively ignore simon than it is to simply shut him up altogether— at least that way, she might still find some amusement. for now.
simon blinks at his own reflection -- flabbergasted -- only to swipe back to see such a disappointing string of texts. all that effort to battle his own object impermanence and this is the thanks he gets? why even bother...
oh , that's right. he's done it again. and outsourcing his brainpower always felt like the more practical option.
[ ✉ SMS : DO NOT ANSWER ]
you? busy? doing what exactly? what's more important than talking to me? unbusy yourself
nothing , in his mind at least. he kicks himself up into a seat , lingering long enough to let the sudden head rush subside before he lets his shoulders lift and fall.
[ ✉ SMS : DO NOT ANSWER ]
seriously i need your help with... something won't take long
at least he hopes not ... judging by his complete lack of recollection of where exactly he decided to rest his head last night this could turn into quite the ordeal. he taps away at the call button a few more times as he wanders listlessly around someone's very nicely decorated office , reaching down to twirl a montblanc solitaire pen around his index finger.
a day late, but me starting this blog on april fool’s will always crack me up.
Boyfriend On Demand I (월간남친) | EP. 3 | 2026 Seo Kang Joon as Seo Eun Ho
𝑫𝑶 𝑵𝑶𝑻 𝑫𝑰𝑺𝑻𝑼𝑹𝑩 , ⸻ starring @acatalepsii, for grace.
idle hands and a restless mind make for one very antsy simon. and what does an antsy simon do? make it someone else's problem.
[ ✉ SMS : DO NOT ANSWER ]
hey you busy? no? good
[ REQUESTING A FACETIME.... ]
his fingers tap impatiently at the edges of his phone , a cheek pressed to the armrest of a loveseat tucked away in the corner of some random high rise loft. he supposes he should be more concerned with making himself scarce ... but that would involve much more movement than simply pressing call , and he just doesn't have that kind of motivation. not yet, anyway.
would anyone want a random text/facetimey kinda thread?
like this and i'll pop something up ( might be tonight , might be randomly on thursday or sunday at 1am atp -- ). can be any muse but let me know if you want a particular pairing!
to ˗ˏˋ ꒰ ✉︎ HATER MCHATEY ꒱ ˎˊ˗
ghosts arent real and im only ok w masked chainsaw men if they hot
but they agreed to just chill under the stars
near the cabin lol
at least dooms agree w me
Over the next hour, Seunghyun was bombarded with various photos of this hangout he was missing out on. Drinks, a mountain of snacks, a small campfire being hazardously built, and smug teens posing next to the tent they've successfully set up. The stars were indeed out, and Seyoon made sure to snap an extra pretty picture meant to inspire FOMO.
At this point, he should be more than a little tipsy and really getting into the groove of the music. Something made Seyoon feel uneasy, however, and kept his beer can from emptying.
k I dunno
everyone is happy and nothing is wrong
but like I feel weird
can't quite explain it
ok we are gonna play truth or dare im gonna ask ur crush who he'd pick if he has to date one of us lol
5 dollars if u wanna hear this answer
seunghyun pretends to be unbothered by the incessant dinging his phone makes on the edge of the desk as photo after photo trickles in. so many in fact that it eventually vibrates itself onto the floor.
he snorts.
in truth , the broody teen rather step on three thousand legos before he admits that he was excruciatingly bored at home and probably should've tagged along. and he'd eat at least thirty-three of them before grabbing his jacket and calling up his driver for a ride. so instead he continues to sulk , grabbing his phone to take with him into his closet where he would be spending the next hour listlessly rearranging his sock drawer.
[ ✉ SMS : smew ]
maybe because you're drunk off your ass that can make you feel pretty weird ...that's so stupid you're stupid i'm not giving you 5 dollars.
he's not. he's not doing it. why would he do that? it's not like he cares or anything.
because you're going to tell me anyway or i'm going to send every embarrassing photo i have of you to the gc.
okay , so maybe he cares a little bit. and when in doubt , blackmail.
more pluribus thoughts (manousos edition!!) 🪱
i love the 4th one because it could go either way
THE NIGHT IS DARK AND SILENT. A half-moon shines through the old windows of the decrepit warehouse—the metal framing of each pane is stained with rust and decay, and some glass panels are shattered while others are altogether missing; the whole ones are opaque with dotted hard water buildup, meaning that Jaerim has to duck below one of the broken windows on the second floor industrial walkway to better understand what is taking place just beyond the property.
He’s sitting with his knees drawn up to his chest and hands clasped around his legs. With enough focus, he can listen in on the conversation. The words are faint, muted as if he’s listening from underwater, but it’s enough to understand. There’s three—maybe four of them—and they’re sending someone in. Jaerim closes his eyes, concentrating on the eventually approaching footsteps.
The southern outskirts of the city are a dead zone. It’s been years since the textile factories went up in flames, and with so much tragedy lingering in one spot, no one has attempted to revitalize the area. It certainly doesn’t help that the likes of him are skulking around here. If he were to guess, Elias is behind all of the fatal accidents, and now Jaerim obediently rips into anyone encroaching on the territory. The Camarilla is getting closer to cracking down on their whereabouts, and as much as Jaerim hates the Sabbat, he doesn’t want to die.
With a calm sigh, Jaerim soundlessly leans toward the railing and watches the vampire stagger in weakly. He regards him in an impassive state as if he were looking into a fish pond, each blink a consideration of his morality. He could land upon him with ease and in one motion separate head from body, but he has found during these nights that there’s something dense, a root, growing in the background of his thoughts. Elias is teaching him to scorn joy, scorn tragedy, scorn variety, scorn light. Jaerim toils erratically, at times understanding his position as a rejected creature of dusk, hopeless against the alive masses. Paradoxically, it is also from all this violence that he calibrates his capacity for kindness.
The vampire below can hardly walk in a straight line, seemingly extinguished by the telltale signs of hunger, and yet there is a strange lucidness about him, a sad but docile strain in his essence, but it holds Jaerim’s gaze for all that. In a quiet gesture Jaerim throws a broken-off piece of plaster at him. It bounces off his shoulder harmlessly, and when he looks up, two black eyes meet his gaze from the darkness.
“Hey,” Jaerim leans against the metal railing, looming above like a lazy feline. His gaze softens when he asks: “Are you alright?”
𝐈𝐍 𝐓𝐇𝐄 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐑𝐒 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐅𝐎𝐋𝐋𝐎𝐖𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐀𝐓𝐓𝐀𝐂𝐊 𝐒𝐄𝐔𝐍𝐆𝐇𝐘𝐔𝐍 𝐂𝐎𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐌𝐏𝐋𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐈𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐖𝐄𝐑𝐄 𝐅𝐀𝐓𝐄𝐒 𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐒𝐄 𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐍 𝐃𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇. under the stranger's grasp he knew that his demise was imminent. he didn't struggle , or beg , there was no point. instead he simply allowed his mind to replay his life's events in the manner he'd read about in books or saw in movies. flickers of his childhood , milestones throughout his adolescence , a few moments of immense joy that at the time he would have assumed were only just the beginning. surely , life was going to get even better. there was so much more to come. he had so much time.
after that he waited for some sign of the chapter coming to a close , for the light at the end of the tunnel to beckon him forward -- or the drag of hell his mother had been convinced was his final fate as a result of all his vices. but there was ... nothing. just the dilapidated roof of the storage house and the faint sound of rats crawling this way and that. seconds turned to minutes turned to hours , his consciousness waning and returning at an unpredictable cadence. then the ache settled into his limbs and the purging began that came in waves and waves. seemingly endless and yielding.
part of him felt that he should be grateful to have survived such a thing. another part of him wishes otherwise. it wasn't like he could go on like this. disoriented , yet utterly insatiable in a way words could not yet explain -- it should end. he needed it to end. this -- what he was now ... whatever that may be.
he still feels a sense of relief that he was dragged from his hovel and sent here. and now all that was left was to find the monster lurking in the shadows , or if he was lucky , he'd blink and swallowed whole by the floorboards themselves and it would all be over ... yet , now that he was staring in the face what -- or rather , who -- could be his ultimate end , he is suddenly unsure if this is how he'd like to meet his end.
he doesn't answer immediately , his mouth gaping open slightly in a mixture of confusion and dread. was he alright? seunghyun doesn't seem to know the meaning of the word anymore. he takes a cautious step backward at the tap of the plaster , flinching as his side knock against a rusty piece of a broken equipment. "there ... there are people outside," he speaks finally , his words barely above a whisper.
"four -- maybe more coming ... they -- they have weapons. i don't know what they want. i -- i don't know why i'm here."
waltzing with @dreamswithteeth
@blanksweats (for seunghyun)
Why was a hunter about to voluntarily acquire a vampire roommate?
Don't ask.
Look, it's complicated.
We'd be here for three hours kind of complicated.
"So, I put six locks on your door. All from the inside." Knowing Seunghyun, he needed every single one of those to feel remotely safe. "And I found you a Lego set." Seyoon yawned, half asleep even though it was only eight pm. It was exam season, and he'd been doing what he could to make the extra bedroom vampire-friendly. Thankfully, the next-door neighbor was deaf and would not be bothered by the sound of him nailing boards over all those windows.
"Now let's hear a thank you, Seyoon, you are amazing!"
It kinda felt like they were kids again, having a sleepover. Except now, Seunghyun wouldn't be hungry for pizza.
𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐖𝐀𝐒 𝐀 𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐑𝐈𝐁𝐋𝐄 𝐈𝐃𝐄𝐀. worse than terrible. catastrophic? disastrous? seunghyun isn't sure if he even has the right vocabulary to describe the complete and utter shit show the two have found themselves in -- in fact , he's mentioned it at least thirteen times on the way to seyoon’s apartment ( double the amount of locks on his door plus one more for good measure since his old friend seemed to be hard of hearing ). and seyoon's lackadaisical reaction to their looming demise wasn't helping his mood in the slightest -- thank you?! he'd laugh at the audacity if his brain wasn't so busy picturing the worst case scenarios in vivid , gory detail.
"you're an idiot."
not quite a thank you , but still lacking the ire of his usual 'fuck off.' the only grace offered in exchange for the sparing of his life and giving him free access to a shower and sustenance.
how long until they found them? days? hours? how could seyoon be so sure that his 'people' took care of it? who were his people? what was he doing there? why did he do what he did? ...why is there a fucking hole in the ceiling?! ...there were much more pressing matters to attend to at the moment , so he'd have to revisit that later. for now --
his eyes wander from the empty cup in his lap to the source of that... thrumming sound. "i need another one."
