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you are the rocks upon which others break

[daljaejoong]

what a catch donnie

[daljaejoong]

she sits there like a lily, a water flower, floating on the surface of the drink in muted pastel colors, her posture and situation entirely contained and serene-- so serene he wonders if she has shifted from a girl of breath and control to a girl of stone and ice, all rigid edges and airless lungs. her words are less than interested but polite enough to warrant his eyes, refocus his attention, re-align his determination of this, their coupling, their shared space atop this boat, the way the ocean flutters and droops against the wood, against his skin, against his heart. he feels almost as a cheater does at the gambling dens, somehow sniveling, somehow conniving, plotting against the fabric of the universe as though he might have far more control than he actually does in this situation. their father’s have come to this deal, not them. not them.

he stays standing for a long moment, blinking down at her resolute form, the petals of her gown, her sleeves, the way her shoulders bend out from the curve-line of her neck, her eyes reflecting the sky yawning high above them, and he wonders what will happen to her after he’s killed the monarchy, after he’s shattered the country’s stability. what will they do with her if they believe her to be guilty of consorting with him, simply based on principle or adjacency? what will they do if they don’t care that she’s innocent? toss her into the water on after him, so both their corpses can meet again at the bottom of the sea, salt-stained and aquamarine? will they let her renounce him? remarry? would he care-- could he grow to care by then?

“you speak in a riddle.” his head tilts slightly, the line of his jaw growing pronounced. “is being out on a boat a new experience for you? or just being near the water? why then do you say it’s been a while?” after a pause, he chuckles, turning away from her for a moment before nodding once, his teeth clenching together for a moment. “i was a good officer-- i’m not so sure about it anymore. a good sailor perhaps.” he looks again down to her, only a glance, only a moment, only a breath. “a decent sea dog, as they’d say. but it’s been a while since i was an officer, in any official capacity, though i appreciate the flattery.” which is a lie of course, because if there’s anything that sets his hackles on end, that curls the hems of his fingernails, that rings alarms in his ears, red flashing, bells chiming, it’s a kind word or two. “have you known any other officers to compare to, my lady?” now he’s just giving her a hard time.

[daljaejoong]

of meetings and missteps

starter for | @hwandal

walking back into his father’s house after so long a stranger, so long a sea-faring vagrant, so long a kite without a tail, too much freedom in his veins now, too much wind in his hair, the ground feels rough and solid, too solid, too unmoving, and jaejoong instantly wishes he could sit and lay himself out flat against the earth, remember that it is all only just temporary, only smoke to be blown away. jaejoong feels the nervous atmosphere, feels the pricking of tension, his father’s odd greeting still echoing through his ears like the ocean calling through a seashell, but he meanders forward, deeper into the cavern of rooms and artistry.

he’d forgotten the colors here, the way the walls catch light, the way furniture and decorations sit, the way his brother’s jawline tilts just so; he’d forgotten the exact shade of hwan’s irises, and that’s not to say he’s forgotten his brother at all, or the millions of piled tiny annoyances that bond them together in that special way only siblings can understand. but details about a life jaejoong no longer lives, a life he no longer believes in, a life he no longer entirely recognizes, have slipped through his mind like sand on the beach, sifting and spinning and falling away.

still. when their eyes meet, jaejoong does his best to emit what little of a genuine smile to his older brother as he can manage, whatever he can give that is as authentic and genuine as possible. he could smile wider but it would be fake and he’s too exhausted for falsities right now. “brother.” he greets the other male, holding out a hand in connection, his head held high, as though his ankles aren’t soaked through with more blood than hwan has ever seen in his life. “it’s good to see you again, i… i wasn’t sure if i ever would.” a whole year and some change-- it’s enough to turn a man on his head.

[daljaejoong]

what a catch donnie

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jaejoong inhales deep, the salt from the sea reclaiming his lungs, reattaching to his ribs, his heart, his lips, the grains from an imagined beach latching onto his atmosphere and even though he’d known just how much he missed the ocean, missed the blue, missed the waves and the constant crashing, the constant roaring, he hadn’t realized just how bad his bones ached, how devastated his equilibrium had been. until this exact moment, until he stands here on the surf, tilts his head against the breeze, his ears pinned to the shifting, the calling, the luring music of the water he loves so well. his only true devotion.

he adores the water, adores it in a way he doesn’t know if he ever can with this breath of a girl, this slip of human in fine, gaudy dressings, her presence on the small boat a few feet away from him something of a comfort, something of an annoyance. he isn’t sure how to react to her yet, isn’t sure how to conceive her entirely, not since the moment his father had brought her to him, declared them for each other in a way that broach no argument, no hackling, no options. she is to be his wife and that’s final, that’s the end of it, nevermind that jaejoong’s heart only beats at the bottom of the ocean, nevermind that he doesn’t know how to look at a girl and not think of the devastations and atrocities he’s witnessed in the past year, under the tutelage and carnage of piracy out in the open blue.

he swallows his thoughts down and rearranges the sails for the fourth time, working them into just the right position, the bustling sounds of the port junction just beyond them, still in view but out of reach. he can see them all behind, men and women, boats and fishing cots, tiny shops and animals milling about. it’s not a beach, not his beach, not his horizon, but for the moment, it’ll have to do. “thank you,” he intones rather quietly, hoping their first outing together without chaperones won’t be too terribly awkward. “for coming out with me like this. i hope you don’t get seasick or anything.” he lets a small shine gleam in the corner of his face, almost amusement, almost playfulness.

[daljaejoong]

hello hello hi i’M SO F*CKIGN LATE TO THIS GAME BC IM THE WORST but hi yes, i’m called tabi, and this is my Mess Child jaejoong, he’s a bit of a cross between the little mermaid’s eric and the princess bride’s wesley~ !! he’s pretty sad most of the time because i am an ANGST writer, i love all things difficult and morally grey for my character!!! i want to plot him in anything messy or daring or funny or charming or strange or aggressive– i just really love intensive plots the best ^^

please please come like this post and i’ll come message you for plots!

just a few bits and pieces about him:

he’s tsundere, altho he does occasionally smile

he smiles and then also thinks about killing you

he Is Plotting the death of the king and fully intends to get that underway bc he thinks the old man is too soft and weak to deal with any oncoming threat

it’s not really for money or advancement-- he’s kind of a nihilist????

some men just wanna watch the world burn

also kind of a vigilante

he’s the navy head general’s second son, so he’s the youngest

but he was tryna make his dad proud when he got kidnapped by pirates

as far as anybody knows, he was just held prisoner by the pirates for little over a year

thats the official story

of course there’s more but yknow it’s gruesome~

now he’s back and his dad has engaged him to the daughter of one of the special advisors

which he’s ok with bc he doesn’t really think anything of it

boy is hiding a lot

boy is out for blood

come plot with me please!!

[daljaejoong]

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[ourmidnightgold]

you can let yourself go but you can’t escape from me

[xgodkiller]

[de-morte]

I am distant hurricane, a storm that has no weeping, I am the tears that carry no regrets, I am the pain, that has not ever forsaken a wound… how does one idiomize a verb of desolation? Where I become the slumber for death-laden pyres.

Channing M (via le-immorte)

[de-morte]

The most terrifying horror that I expose is that with every passing facade; every feeling — tear, emotion, love, loneliness; has become in my eyes — absolutely nothing.

Channing M (via le-immorte)

[de-morte]

I am just a ghost screaming at flesh.

Channing M (via le-immorte)

[fytaem]

161110 — S1+1Nee Taemin teaser

[kagayakimasu]

788/888 gifs of Taemin.

[earth]

[ftmiwa-deactivated20181102]

polar ends | ltm & gnr

@taemin247​ - starter based on this

[ sms ↷ dancing sunbae ] oh god i’m heading there rn [ sms ↷ dancing sunbae ] also hey, thank you

It’s not like she didn’t enjoy her classes with Taemin. To be honest, sometimes, it was quite enjoyable to be in the same room as the male and see how polar opposites they are from each other. However, it was expected from Nara better results than the ones she’s showing recently, dancing-wise, so who’s the best option to change those statistics better than Taemin himself.

It wouldn’t be the first time she forgot something somewhere. So when his message came through, she was thankful yes, but not in the least surprised. She ran to the cafeteria though, or better strode in a faster pace than usual, because if there ‘s a thing she doesn’t like is making people wait. When she got there, spotting Taemin wasn’t such a task.

“You’re a life safer when you’re not trying to kill me during the dancing routines,” she said when she was close enough for him to hear without the need of shouting. They were in a public place after all, “I owe you one now”.

[daljaejoong]

taemin liked to think of himself as a pretty chill guy, albeit with occasional bouts of manic depressive behavior, so when nara, or anyone else for that matter, tended to forget things behind after leaving the studio earlier, he’d been quick to pick it up and save it from the other trainees, any or their possible curious poking or prodding at it. he actually does have a box in the back of his dance room with random bits of clothing or phone cords that have been left in the room that he either can’t remember who they belong to, or he just can’t get in contact with said person to give them back their items.

but this time, he recognized the hoodie, having seen it on nara multiple times and being lucky enough to have her number to reach her at. that isn’t the hard part though, the hard part is sitting here in the cafeteria at ks, surrounded by kids and starlets and managers alike. it’s not super busy but taemin always would rather eat his food on the roof or alone somewhere—he doesn’t like crowds.

he’s just here to drop this hoodie off though, so he waits, the article of clothing sitting on the table, his hands tucked between his legs. when his pupil arrives finally, he stands up, chuckling a little bit. “maybe i should have finished the job, i could have kept this sweet hoodie here.” he grins and hands it over to her. “and don’t complain or i’ll be harder tomorrow.” he tilts his head at her, playfully, but then just nods. “you’re welcome and yes you do owe me. i want food, something sweet.” usually no, he doesn’t extort things from his pupils for doing them favors, but hey, if she’s offering.

[daljaejoong]

‘be nice’ pmj & ltm

[daljaejoong]

taemin’s grin only widened as minjae went on, laughing together in the chilly breeze. despite the slight offensive nature of minjae’s teasing, taemin is glad minjae is here, glad he’d seen him, glad he’d come. it feels like forever since taemin’s had a good laugh with a friend, even someone not as close or influential in his life. maybe one day they can be closer, but today, things are good. good stage, good dancing, good turnout, good friends, good food—everything about this day is bright and flowing, despite the evening setting in.

“ahhh, nooo, don’t actually compliment me! you’ll really make me blush now,” he laughs harder, lifting a hand up to his mouth to cover it and pushing minjae’s shoulder slightly. “although i should definitely be grateful to receive a compliment from the great and fierce park minjae—could i get you to repeat the compliment while i record it? just so i have provable documentation for the history books.” now it seems to be taemin’s turn to be teasing, even though minjae’s last statement has him shaking his head ( albeit still with a smile ). “you know what? you should come by the studio sometime, i’ll show you what real twerking actually looks like.”