headed straight for the castle

ono aiko — constantly curious with an insatiable appetite for adventure.

[stars-bean]

Little Women (2019) dir. Greta Gerwig

[happyheidi]

(via)

[rbhvleo]

[n-yeons]

[dahaiko]

aiko & vincent.

👽: 𝐭𝐡𝐫𝐞𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐬 𝐦𝐲 𝐦𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐨𝐮𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐚𝐛𝐨𝐮𝐭 𝐡𝐮𝐠𝐠𝐢𝐧𝐠 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫𝐬, 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐨𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞𝐲 𝐝𝐢𝐝.

one.

aiko makes her way out of the bedroom, picking up the large white shirt from her company the previous night to put on, buttoning it up enough to cover up her bare self. she could hear sounds coming from the kitchen and sure enough, there he was with his back towards her, trying to figure out how her coffee machine works. the sight made her smile a little, leaning against the door frame as she remained silent to soak it all up a little more. the sight of his bare back urged the need to sneak up behind him and give him a back hug, but something held her back. it felt as though it was too lovey-dovey for the exes. 

even she was quite surprised of the hesitation because the two of them were never the type to hold back on anything when it comes to each other. what was so intimate about a hug that she refuses to give into it? it was a ridiculous thought considering the unspeakable activities they had partaken a few hours ago that might get her another noise complaint from her neighbors. it’s not like they have not shared plenty of hugs throughout the years they’ve known each other, but something about today was off. something within her vehemently refuses to succumb to what she deemed to be too affectionate at the moment and she doesn’t want to entertain the thoughts any further. and so, instead of tiptoeing behind him and tackling him with a hug from behind, she went behind him and greeted him with playful pats and squeezes on his derrière before verbally greeting him with a cheeky grin.

“good morning, peaches.”

two.

most of the time, vincent acts like a complete asshole. she would often question herself as to why she even sticks around him, though she would always come to the conclusion that it was one of the things she finds endearing about him — as strange and as twisted as that sounds. in spite of these, there are times that he would surprise aiko with his unexpected kindness. those rare times are right now when she unexpectedly received a special delivery of the cheap and greasy street food from his personal driver. aiko had been craving for this particular food and she hadn’t eaten much that day because of being unable to move much. to be fair, she had been whining about her cravings to him through several text messages that day and he probably felt like she was hinting for him to buy it for her since she was bedridden with intense back pain. it wasn’t her intention to make him buy the food for her, but she was certainly touched by the gesture. if only he was the one who delivered it, she would definitely give him a hug even with how sore her back was. instead, she sends him text messages to express her gratitude.

( sms ) thank you for the food, vinny.

( sms ) you’re one deed closer to not burning in hell. ♡

three.

everything felt heavy that day, it had been like that for the past several days. she’s surrounded by beautiful things and yet, she can’t seem to bring herself to enjoy and appreciate them. she’s currently situated in a lounge chair at her parents’ villa overlooking the amalfi coast, sipping on her second glass of mimosa that morning. yet, nothing is still sparking any joy or showing any signs of inspiration. her mind was clouded with gloominess due to recent events and it’s only aggravated by the disappointment in herself for feeling this way. the main purpose of this entire trip was to gather inspiration for her new book, but she wasn’t even able to write a decent paragraph because of her looming thoughts.

frankly, she was lonely and it was highly unlike of her since she tends to find bliss in solitude. the one thing that she felt would help her rise above these thoughts was vincent and the last time she checked the clock on her phone, he should be arriving at any minute. she certainly needed the distraction and company more than ever now.

a deep voice that announced his arrival immediately caught her attention and her eyes were diverted to the familiar figure. not a second later, she was on her feet and rushed towards him to meet him with a tight embrace. the warmth and the familiarity that he carried with him caused for more tears to swell at the corners of her eyes. with their height difference, it was easy to hide her face against his chest and she made sure to not let him see her teary eyes. though the small sniffles she made probably gave it away. even so, she doesn’t dare to look up at him.

“don’t utter a word and just let me enjoy this moment, okay?”

[dahyun]

👀

[dahaiko]

– questionnaire.

Tagged by: @misterharington

Tagging: anyone who wants to do this.

1 ) WHAT DOES YOUR MUSE SMELL LIKE ?   her favorite perfume that she always uses chanel’s chance eau fraîche. when she’s not wearing perfume, she would often smell like watermelon and edelweiss flower because of her shampoo. she enjoys using sweet and flowery scented soaps and body wash, so that usually lingers on her skin throughout the day.

2 ) HOW OFTEN DOES YOUR MUSE BATHE / SHOWER ?  ANY HABITS ? for showering, it’s everyday. she wouldn’t be able to get to bed and sleep without showering first, no matter how tired she is. cleanliness is a priority for her always. as for bathing, she would do it at least once a week to relax and unwind her worn out body. she enjoys using bath bombs and reading a book while bathing.

3 ) DOES YOUR MUSE HAVE ANY TATTOOS OR PIERCINGS ? no tattoos and she doesn’t intend on getting any. as for piercings, she has the standard earlobe piercings. though she is planning on getting a vch piercing real soon.

4 ) ANY BODY MOVEMENT QUIRKS ( EX : LEG SHAKING ) ? she often finds herself unknowingly tapping her fingers along any surface when she’s thinking. she also has a habit of tucking her hair behind her ear.

5 ) WHAT DO THEY SLEEP IN ?   depends on the weather. during summer, she would either wear a large shirt with nothing underneath or just her panties to sleep. for colder seasons, she would wear matching pajamas to keep warm.

6 ) WHAT’S THEIR FAVORITE PIECE OF CLOTHING ?   her favorite piece of clothing are lingerie. she spends a ridiculous amount of money on them and she has a whole section of her closet dedicated to her collection of lingerie.

7 ) WHAT DO THEY DO WHEN THEY WAKE UP ?   first, she must check her phone for messages and e-mails. when she’s not in a hurry, she would spend over half an hour in bed with her phone before getting up and starting her day. more often than not, her dogs would usually urge her to get up faster to feed them and she always complies.

8 ) HOW DO THEY SLEEP ?  POSITION ?   she likes to sleep on her side or on her stomach. since most nights she sleeps by herself, she likes to surround herself with lots of pillows and hug them throughout the night.

9 ) WHAT DO THEIR HANDS FEEL LIKE ?   soft and smooth. she takes extra care of them by always moisturizing her hands and making sure she regularly gets manicures.

10 ) IF YOU KISSED THEM, WHAT WOULD THEY USUALLY TASTE LIKE ?   mint since she almost always has one in her mouth all the time.

[dahaiko]

starter for @collapsecolours (sakura)

while it wasn’t her first time to speak in front of an audience, it was her first time doing so in a classroom filled with bright and hopeful students. the nervousness that comes along with it isn’t also something that can be easily shaken off, especially for someone like aiko who is a bit of a perfectionist. she always want everything to go as smoothly as she had planned and she would often find herself distressed when things doesn’t go the way she intended it to be. that’s why she had prepared herself weeks in advance after she received the invitation to speak at one of her dear friend’s class. 

aiko had everything prepared. she had written down notes on the topics that she would talk about, though she didn’t write down an actual speech since she wanted things to go on smoothly and heartfelt, not robotic by reading what she’s going to say. there were other authors that presented their own genres and speech and when it was finally her turn, things went on swimmingly. aiko was able to confidently talk about her work and her process, even touching the subject of where she gathers her inspiration from. it felt good to be able to share such things with the aspiring young writers because she sees herself within some of them. she was once in their position not long ago and being in that classroom brought back memories.

when their talk ended, it was finally time to bid their goodbyes. though one of the students began to approach her. she was more than happy to entertain the female student who had such a sweet smile that aiko couldn’t help but reciprocate the same gesture.

“do you have any questions for me?”

[dahaiko]

misterharington‌:

          WITHOUT MISSING A BEAT, the wolf is guiding their taxi through back roads and minutes from his place. It was far preferable stopping there to remedy his quite literal wave of bad luck, after all their meticulous planning, here they were. Kit almost laughed at the thought, even so, the evening had continued on in light spirits and it was more than he could’ve expected considering the jagged other ways this could’ve gone. 

          “Almost there.”

          HE FINISHES WITH A GLEAM, grinning slightly despite feeling the water start to seep into his under garments, now he really had to change. Kit glances outside upon hearing her remark, remembering the peace from earlier as he awaited her arrival. “I know.. so was I, it would’ve been perfect for passing the time. But now that you mention it — I do.” Onyx searches for her familiar features at his side, beginning to smirk, “Tell me, miss Aiko.. are you a cat or dog person?”

with how their night was turning towards a different direction than intended, she truly didn’t mind it much. she’s not one to dwell too much on the things that have gone wrong and instead preferred to look at the positive side of things. this way of thinking had saved her numerous times from plenty of unpleasant situations after all and that’s always a good thing. upon hearing his question, her head tilts a little to the side, curious of what’s going through his head. “hm... i enjoy both, but i’m allergic to cats, so i suppose you can say i’m more of a dog person.” she responded with a  firm nod before her eyes turn into small slits in a playful manner, eyeing him. “what do you have in mind, hm?”

[novussolis-deactivated20191112]

gateway mysticism *aiko/taemin*

@dahaiko​

Fabricated accounts of the existence of supernatural beings have been recorded for centuries, no: millennia. From the Roman statesman Pliny to the overreaction of 2019′s viral influencers, there has been accounts of these “sightings.” Taemin doesn’t care for it, it’s annoying. But he doesn’t care for it. Spirits and other supernatural beings just simply do not exist. Paranormal investigators simply fabricate their evidence to fool their unsuspecting clients, mediums are scams, and boxes with evil spirits are just recorded for fun. Spirits exist only in an electronic box where you can watch them in viral videos or cheesy, historical reenactments. Orbs are simply dusts and “shadow figures” are simply people who are standing in front of the camera for a brief moment. Anything can be edited easily in this day and age. Honestly, the male is about to go mad with people constantly telling him accounts of paranormal happenings that he should write in his books. Should he hold a contest for people to send in their paranormal videos to him? A million won would suffice for it, no? 

The author leans on the walls of a restaurant—the entrance right next to him. It’s a traditional samgyetang restaurant that he has frequented a few times (though, not really enough for him to be considered a regular). He has agreed to meet a fellow author here in the remote location. Aiko, a psychological thriller author, and him have been acquaintances to each other, however, not very close. They’ve meet on few awards shows for books and have talked briefly about each other’s works. Taemin have also shared his copy of Aiko’s Parasite on his social media platforms. The woman is not short of a stellar author and has done amazing, amazing books. So, of course, he would share his appreciation for her stories. It’s a thrill that he rarely finds in psychological thrillers these days—a rare gem.

He clears his throat, he’s been fairly sick lately and, unfortunately, has had trips to the hospital again this year. Because of this, he figured samgyetang is a good meal for them to eat since flu season is in full swing. 

8:18. The time on his phone reads.

The two had agreed to meet around 7 o’clock, but due to the nature of their busy schedules, they figured to just meet up in this secluded, mountainous area whenever they get done. He holds no rush for the lady of the hour, really. The male finds himself straightening himself out as he continues to check his phone for any emails as the reception is stable enough. He occasionally looks around to see if there’s any life nearby (aside from the patrons of the restaurant) that would signal the arrival of Aiko, oftentimes playing with the heat pack in his jacket pocket. 

8:20. 

Should he start going inside, now? Maybe he should have waited inside in the first place.

[dahaiko]

the roads up the mountain were treacherous -- at least in her mind since she is not a very experienced driver. growing up in japan, she would have a driver of her own to take her to and from places. when she began to live by herself in seoul, she wanted a freedom of her own and decided to learn how to drive by herself. living in a city, however, doesn't give her much opportunities to drive that often.

aiko was aware of how late she was for their meetup and a tinge of guilt began to consume her slowly. the novelist she was about to have dinner with was someone she looks up to and idolizes since she absolutely adores every single one of his books, having read most of them more than once. in fact, she was somewhat nervous to meet up with him because while they knew each other from the same social circle they have, the novelists never really had a chance to go beyond that. now, all of that will change when she agreed to have dinner with him at his choice of restaurant.

finally, after a few times of getting lost and having to have her gps reroute her directions, she reached the restaurant they agreed to meet. once parked, she hurriedly gets out of the car and straightens out her princess coat to get rid of any wrinkles while she was sitting down. while walking towards the entrance, she spotted a familiar figure and was surprised to see him waiting outside for her. "oh my god--” she softly spoke to herself, picking up her pace and greets him with a bow that was followed by an apologetic smile when she was near him. “i’m so sorry for making you wait for so long...” she began, “i’m not familiar with the roads in this area and i got lost for a bit back there. i hope you’re not too cold waiting for me. we better get inside before you get sick” she urged and gestured for him to go ahead before she follows him inside the restaurant.

[memoryslandscape-deactivated202]

Romantic obsession is my first language. I live in a world of fantasies, infatuations and love poems. Sometimes I wonder if the yearning I’ve felt for others was more of a yearning for yearning itself. I’ve pined insatiably and repeatedly: for strangers, new lovers, unrequited flames. While the subjects changed, that feeling always remained. Perhaps, then, I have not been so infatuated with the people themselves, but with the act of longing.

Melissa Broder, from “Life without Longing,” The New York Times (9 February 2019)  (via memoryslandscape)

[deliacate]

“I have a deep fear of being too much. That one day I will find my someone, and they will realize that I am a hurricane. That they will step back and be intimidated by my muchness.”

— Michelle K., Rumbles From My Head (via wordsnquotes)

[dahaiko]

bold which applies to your muse and feel free to add to the list! repost. don’t reblog.

tagging: anyone who wants to try this.

COLORS //  brown. orange. yellow. green. blue. purple. pink. black. white. teal. burnt orange. silver. gold. grey. lilac. metallic. matte. royal blue. strawberry red. charcoal grey. forest green. apple red. navy blue. crimson. cream. blood red.  mint  green. ivory. seafoam.

ELEMENTS //   fire. ice. water. air. earth. rain. snow. wind. moon. stars. sun. heat. cold. steam. frost. lightning. sunlight. moonlight.  dawn. dusk. twilight. midnight. sunrise. sunset. dewdrops. storm.

BODY //   claws. long fingers. fangs. teeth. wings. tails. lips. bare feet. freckles. bruises. canine. scars. scratches. wounds. burns. spikes. feathers. webs. eyes. hands. sweat. tears. feline. chubby. curvy. thin. lean. short. tall. normal height. muscular. piercing. tattoos.

WEAPONS //  fists. feet. sword. dagger. spear. arrow. hammer. shield. poison. guns. axes. throwing axes. whips. knives. throwing knives. pepper sprays. tasers. machine guns. slingshots. katanas. maces. staffs. wands. powers. magical items. magic. rocks. mud balls. legs. scythe.

MATERIALS //   gold. silver.  platinum. titanium. diamonds. pearls. rubies. sapphires. emeralds. amethyst. metal. iron. rust. steel. glass. wood. porcelain. paper. wool. fur. lace. leather. silk. velvet. denim. linen. cotton. charcoal. clay. stone. asphalt. brick. marble. dust. glitter. blood. dirt. mud. smoke. ash. shadow. carbonate. rubber. synthetics.

NATURE //   grass. leaves. trees. bark. roses. daisies. tulips. lavender. petals. thorns. seeds. hay. sand. rocks. roots. flowers. ocean. river. meadow. forest. desert. tundra. savanna. rain forest. caves. underwater. coral reef. beach. waves. space. clouds. mountains. cliffs.

ANIMALS //   lions. wolves. eagles. owls. falcons. hawks. foxes. swans. snakes. turtles. ducks. bugs. spiders. birds. whales. dolphins. fish. sharks. horses. cats. dogs. bunnies. bears. praying mantises. crows. ravens. mice. lizards. unicorns. pegasus. dragons. rats.

FOOD //    sugar. salt. candy. bubblegum. wine. champagne. hard liquor. beer. coffee. tea. spices. herbs. apple. orange. lemon. cherry. strawberry. watermelon. vegetables. fruits. meat. fish. pies. desserts. chocolate. cream. cotton candy. caramel. berries. nuts. cinnamon. burgers. burritos. pizza. ambrosia. bread.

HOBBIES // music. art. watercolors. gardening. reading. sculpting. painting. sketching. fighting. writing. composing. cooking. sewing. training. dancing. acting. singing. martial arts. self-defense. electronics. technology. cameras. video cameras. video games. computer. phone. movies. theater. libraries. magazines. cds. records. vinyls. cassettes. piano. violin. guitar. electronic guitar. bass guitar. harmonica. mathematics. harp. woodwinds. brass. bells. playing cards sushi go. poker chips. chess. dice. motorcycle riding. eating. climbing. running. yoga.

STYLE //   lingerie. armor. cape. dress. tunic. vest. shirt. boots. heels. leggings. trousers. jeans. skirt. jewelry. earrings. shoulder holsters. necklace. bracelet. ring. pendant. hat. crown. circlet. helmet. scarf. brocade. cloaks. corsets. doublet. chest plate. leather jacket. gorget. bracers. belt. sash. coat. jacket. hood. gloves. socks. masks. cowls. braces. watches. glasses. sunglasses. visor. eye contacts. makeup. tactical gear.

MISC //   balloons. bubbles. cityscape. light. dark. candles. war. peace. money. power. powerless. percussion. thermodynamics. clocks. photos. mirrors. pets. kisses. diary. fairy. lights. madness. sanity. sensuality. sadness. anger. happiness. optimism. pessimism. realism. loneliness. family. friends. assistants. co-workers. enemies. loyalty. smoking. drugs. kindness. love. hugs. sex.

[s-anas]

[dahaiko]

misterharington‌:

          IT ALL HAPPENED QUICKLY. Actions clearly speaking for themselves even in the words still spilling between chuckles, “It truly is no problem, miss Aiko. I’m just glad you weren’t caught as well. I’m fine, really. Just a pinch of bad luck is all.” Clothes were merely just that, they’d dry eventually. After all, he could sense the mild discomfort within her upon arriving, not anything lounging in the bounds of intensity but their last, and only, meeting was quite unorthodox. No matter the case, Kit didn’t feel particularly towards any of it, especially her; if honesty was to be spoken, Aiko’s charm was in par with the confidence she strutted that fated evening. something which definitely stood out. Even now, she insisted on furthering the list of outlandish decisions made in his presence, yet nothing about her expression hinted of any lacking seriousness. The wolf easily succumbs to the demands set forth and he’s sporting an almost dumbfounded grin, even more so when she so easily tracks down a cab.

          “Well, cab’s already here so.. off for some dress-up.” 

          HUMOR CONTINUED TO THRIVE. Despite this not being the direction he’d expected their outing to go, nothing about it bothered him. Yes, wet pants were never the cause for a leap of joy but at least he’d come prepared with the permeable jacket upon his torso; something told him the skies would weep that evening and here they were. “Perhaps, instead, we can just go to my home quickly, I can run in and change up, what do you say?” He leans forward in his seat, elbow resting on a dampened knee, “There’s really no need to purchase anything for me, love. Anymore pants in my closet and I might have to open my own department store.” He laughs, “Tell you what, you can even choose the pants.”

it was surely not how she imagined their night would be, but it’s these little mishaps that would make a night more memorable. upon hearing his suggestion, it did make sense and she doesn’t mind it at all. “oh, sure thing. we can do that instead.” with that, aiko lets him give the direction of his place to the driver to redirect their destination. it would probably be uncomfortable for him to walk around a crowded department store with wet pants, not to mention the looks he might get from the nosy people around. “oh?” she raises a brow at his revelation, a quiet little chuckle met by the back of her hand. “it would be my honor to help you choose your pants.” she quipped with a cheeky smile before adding, “plus, i’d love to see your closet that is one pants away from becoming a department store.”

in the midst of the drive, aiko glances out of the window while leaning back against the seat, looking up at the gloomy sky with pouring rain that showed no sign of stopping anytime soon. “it is a shame it started raining. i was looking forward to our walk along the han river since it’s so pretty during the night.” she softly sighed, directing her gaze back towards him. “do you have a plan b for us?”

[dahaiko]

@henzhaos || continuation from here.

her eyes narrows at him suspiciously. aiko could tell that he was up to no good with the grin he was wearing while he carved his pumpkin. when she asked him about it, the look on his face said it all. she couldn’t help the little chuckles though as he tried to hide what he was carving, trying to take a peek at him. “tsk, maturity doesn’t come with age, huh?” she teased jokingly.

when it was her turn to be asked of what she was carving, she leaned back a little to have a good look at her pumpkin. truth be told, she was never good with drawing or sketching. it was simply not her forte and no matter how much she tries, her hands doesn’t cooperate with the creativity her mind had. “okay, don’t judge, but...” she was quick to defend before she turns the side of the pumpkin she was working on. “i swear those are eyes, not boobs. don’t laugh.”

[witchinghour]

Hausu (ハウス) 1977, dir. Nobuhiko Obayashi