CLOSED !!!

[elysiantouch]

FIND ME HERE !!! i am,,, still in the middle of adding muse bios but i miss these muses n miss writing them so here they be !! promo will come when i dont overthink it ! no threads will transfer over, most likely !

[elysiantouch]

FIND ME HERE !!! i am,,, still in the middle of adding muse bios but i miss these muses n miss writing them so here they be !! promo will come when i dont overthink it ! no threads will transfer over, most likely !

[elysiantouch]

nearly done moving to the new blog !!!! i’ve got,,,, quite a few more muse bios to add but most of em are done, i think ! or,,,, maybe a bit more than half are done ? either way, i’ll officially close this blog once its all done, even tho it says closed and i changed the icon akjsd !!

[elysiantouch]

hhh ive made the executive decision to just straight up move blogs :/ redoing tags is too much of an effort and, this way, i can tag as i go along and/or do tag dumps where applicable :’) will be linking the blog once its all done, muse pages included

[meiselr]

1000 Picspams Challenge | #926 Archetype Inspirations | Pyrokinesis

[elysiantouch]

someone who knows coding,,,,, help

[elysiantouch]

one day,,,, hopefully Soon, i will return here !

[madswrites]

but a cute supernatural-y sort of plot where one muse is a regular person who is trying desperately to prove that the supernatural exist - phone recording everything, going out late at night into their small town’s too-big forest, pulling all-nighters for research, maybe going so far as dabbling in blood rituals - and the other muse is some supernatural creature trying desperately to keep them safe. they’ve known each other for a short while - a ran into b in that forest after they fed, perhaps ? - and a has clung to them since. and the more a whacks the hornet’s nest with their big stick ( so to speak ), catching the attention and aggravation of much more powerful beings, b is now caught up in feelings ( romantic or platonic, either way ! ) for this hyperfixating, overexcited, terribly emotional human who is so driven to prove there’s more out there that they’re willing to risk never seeing it all to show it.

[amourmemes]

❥     𝐕𝐈𝐎𝐋𝐄𝐍𝐓  𝐌𝐔𝐒𝐄   𝐑𝐄𝐀𝐂𝐓𝐈𝐎𝐍   𝐏𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐏𝐓𝐒   .

another meme inspired by devotedecay’s format !     tw  for  violence, blood, mature themes. send  in  one  of  these  for  my  muse’s  reaction  to  … (  add  ❝  reverse  ❞   if  you’d  like  to  see  how  my  muse  would  preform  the  action  !  )

[ deck ]   your muse decking mine in the face.

[ punch ]   your muse punching mine anywhere / or specify.

[ pin ]   your muse forcibly pinning my muse beneath them.

[ straddle ]   your muse forcing mine to the ground and straddling them.

[ scratch ]   your muse raking mine with their nails / claws.

[ bite ]   your muse biting mine.

[ turn ]   your muse rolling from beneath to atop my muse.

[ wall ]   your muse pinning mine against a wall.

[ snarl ]   your muse snarling / growling at mine.

[ curse ]   your muse cursing at / cursing mine out.

[ tug ]   your muse gripping mine’s hair.

[ kick ]   your muse kicking mine anywhere / or specify.

[ point + gun ]   your muse holding mine at gun point.

[ point + knife ]   your muse holding mine at knife point.

[ mock ]   your muse mocking mine.

[ sweep ]   your muse knocking mine off their feet.

[ grab ]   your muse grabbing mine forcibly.

[ shoot ]   your muse shooting my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ stab ]   your muse stabbing my muse anywhere / or specify.

[ break ]   your muse breaking any of mine’s bones / or specify.

[ strangle ]   your muse choking mine out.

[ shove ]   your muse shoving mine forcibly.

[ bruise ]   your muse making mine bruise.

[ under ]   your muse shoving mine underwater.

[ attempt ]   your muse attempting to kill mine.

[ bare ]   your muse baring their teeth at mine.

[ threaten ]   your muse threatening mine.

[ spit ]   your muse making mine spit blood.

[ bleed ]   your muse making mine bleed.

[ burn ]   your muse burning mine.

[ corner ]   your muse cornering mine.

[ throat ]   your muse wrapping a hand around mine’s throat.

[ challenge ]   your muse challenging mine.

[ cut ]   your muse cutting mine.

[elysiantouch]

@wcvensouls

            although the kiss had ended before yongtaek had enough of it ( as if he ever would ), he was in no rush – it was just the two of them there and, at that moment, he felt like he had all the time in the world. with arms still wrapped around the witch’s waist, he let out a soft chuckle in response and smiled fondly at him as he teased lightly. “ do you even want me to? ”

     he nudges forehead against forehead in a gentle bump, lashes fluttering in a fan across apples of cheeks and smile burning brilliant bright ‘pon lips, bleeding into tone and hushing words into soft affection. “how upset do you think the others would be if we made them wait another hour ?” of course parker is joking, but the thought of another hour with yongtaek to just himself is a tempting one.

[elysiantouch]

@bluehcvrs

               ❝ yeah, it is, ❞ yuuya answers with a smile. he’s gotten used to having to communicate with her through spirit boxes, or catching glimpses of her through thermal imaging cameras. it’s a welcome change to be able to see her like this, clear as day ( even if it might not be for long ). nicer still is the fact that he doesn’t have to hang around the place she haunts to see her now. does it pose questions about whether or not she should be gaining this kind of power? yes, absolutely, but he’s not going to the be the one to ask them. she’s his girlfriend, the more physical she can appear, the better for both of them. ❝ have you been practicing? ❞

     any worries of overstepping a boundary are dispelled at yuuya’s smile, haewon’s own bright grin fluttering around the corners of lips and brightening expression. “i’m glad ! it’s super exhausting. like, more exhausting than talking to you through the box or walking in front of your cameras.” it leaves her withdrawn, not lingering very far from where she first ran into him, in the building that witnessed her death. but she thinks it’s worth it, more than worth it, if she can appear in front of him, in front of everyone else who never saw her or heard her cries for help. “i have ! i didn’t wanna tell you before i knew i could do it, though. i didn’t wanna disappoint you in case i couldn’t show up for very long, or at all. i don’t even know how long i can appear, but i know it takes me forever to get strong again afterwards.”

[elysiantouch]

! NEW MUSE(S) ALERT !

       i looked and, behold, an ashen horse....

meet the four horsewomen of the apocalypse - DEATH, FAMINE, WAR, and PESTILENCE. very few associate the ravages of war to a woman with hair aflame and afire ; very few associate empty stomachs and dying crops to a woman with a giving smile ; very few associate mottled skin and sickly wheezes to a woman earning her doctor’s degree ; very few associate the end with a woman who spends her free time cultivating growth and life.

the first horsewoman, PESTILENCE, astride a white horse. a woman who is earning a doctor’s degree, a woman who dedicates her existence to curing the diseases she ravages and bestows ‘pon the people like bitter gifts. pestilence is a name only three others know of, a name given like a curse. pestilence is better known as kwon miyeon.

the second horsewoman, WAR, astride a red horse. a woman who has a political science degree under her belt, a woman who has spent her years in education learning of the politics behind war while knowing in truth it is her flaming hand that stokes that flames of anger. war is a name only three others know of, a name whispered like burning salvation. war is better known as rowan xue.

the third horsewoman, FAMINE, astride a black horse. a woman who is so giving and kindhearted and open, a woman whose round cheeks and smiling eyes below the empty, hallow ache spread in gut and placed there of her own volition. famine is a name only three others know of, a name bemoaned and clawed at in desperation. famine is better known as minji soo.

the fourth, the final, horsewoman, DEATH, astride an ashen horse. a woman who should not have a thumb so green and a flower shop so prosperous, a woman who’s glittering eyes and smiling lips belie the innate truth that you are staring at the end. death is a name only three others know of in intimacy, a name that plagues humankind as a finality and given. death is better known as angela hong.

[elysiantouch]

lmao i already have a muse named aaron but what if i add a new one named arin ???

[elysiantouch]

nobilitylost

Those words were like a knife in his own gut, avisualization of how he felt most of his entire life. “My parents left me todie in a hospital when I was fourteen.” It wasn’t an attempt at one-upmanshipin a game of ‘who had the shittiest life,’ but rather an attempt to forming aconnection, of letting Arcadia know that he wasn’t alone. It was also somethingMinjae had never spoke aloud to another soul, let alone a near stranger. “Theyhad plane tickets to Argentina, and the only reason they came was because theyneeded to sign the paper work.” He shook his head at the memory, willing backthe emotion he had tried to bury well under the surface. “I’m the third child;they didn’t want me then, and they don’t want me now. I understand shittyparents,

The change of topic was a welcome one though, even ifhe’d already made up his mind that Arcadia was his new best friend, that hewasn’t letting him get around those awful people again if he could help it – ifthere was some way to prevent that danger from every getting close again. “It’s…”he checked his phone and winced. “Later than I thought, but I’m sure there’s anall night diner open. That American place near the shopping mall stays opentwenty-four hours. We can get burgers and fries.”

Grease. That was what they needed after such a heavyconversation, and it would help soak up all the alcohol in Minjae’s system.Maybe, it would even mean avoiding the hangover the next morning.

“It’ll be fun! Then we can come back here and you canhelp me clean!”  No way was he going tosay no to that; usually, he just hired someone – but maybe with some friendlyhelp, it might not be so bad. “And you can crash at my place if you need to, Ihave a spare bedroom.”

     not once does it cross arcadia’s perhaps naive mind that minjae was trying to outdo him in some competition of who had the shittier childhood, of who was more embittered and wounded. it doesn’t even occur to the siren that the other could be mentioning such things other than as a reassurance, that other people had awful childhoods and unloving parents like he did, that the pervasive feeling of solitude that had haunted mind and choked heart since he ran away from his mother didn’t need to be as prominent. it’s touching, in a way that threatens to turn on the waterworks, further encouraged by the remnants of alcohol swimming through lungs and loosening already naturally loose lips.

     “thank you.” it’s the only thing he thinks to say in this moment, in the wake of admitting and sharing and hurting old hurts. arcadia doesn’t really know if he’s thanking minjae for the chance to spend more time with him, for sharing that thorned hurt, for silently offering solidarity. maybe it’s a mix of it all, maybe it’s easier to silence the thoughts in mind for a moment. no use dwelling, right ? not when the other has only offered his own slice of pain rather than fluttering hands and concerned tone over implications writ into his tone.

     and certainly no use when there’s the prospect of trying something new. the change in demeanor is a quick one, the siren’s head bobbing eagerly and a bright smile overcoming the discomfort that had been the main character only moments prior. “i’ve never had american food before. is it really as large and fattening as i’ve seen in movies ??” and if it is, it’s exactly the type of distraction the siren is looking for, exactly the type of late night food adventure needed to alleviate any lingering tendrils of discomfort and hurt wound tight ‘round his lungs.

     “okay !” head bobs eagerly, excitedly - perhaps he shouldn’t trust so quickly, but it’s difficult not to when their conversation had been heavy moments prior. besides, minjae must be telling the truth, if only exacerbated by arcadia’s anticipation to try something new. even as excitement falters brief, fleeting - “wait, are you sure ?? my apartment is only super cold for the first couple of hours, and i won’t get bored or lonely - i have the television my father left. it’s kinda small though, and the noise isn’t too great.” he’s rambling again, but when isn’t he. “promise i’m okay by myself there.”

[elysiantouch]

@bluehcvrs

               ❝ not all races can, ❞ joowon retorts, though it isn’t few enough in number that it gives his own species any kind of bragging rights. the amount of planets they’ve conquered, though… that’s more like it. there’s a pause as he considers what to shift into. it can’t be too convincing, lest caspar ask to see what he really looks like – he knows he could shift into anything, but he’s sold himself on the idea that his species is a humanoid one, and suddenly revealing otherwise isn’t exactly smart. lips twitch upwards in a smirk as he makes up his mind, expression evening out again as he mimics caspar’s appearance ( though he’s careful to mess up a few of the details here and there – lips too small, eyes a little too big, just enough to make him look off ). ❝ good enough? ❞

     there’s a lingering doubt, that joowon is just indulging him and playing out a prolonged joke just to see the disappointment writ into caspar’s expression. while he’s certainly not the same child who picked up this habit, there are still lingering stings from childhood, in the way he watches the alleged alien with a veiled interest. if the other is speaking the truth, well - caspar’s mind certainly can’t tongue fast enough to formulate every question under the sun that he has for an extraterrestial. but he waits, and the veiled interest ‘pon expression morphs comically fast into something treading the line between horror and fascination - a morbid intrigue, as it looks like he’s looking into a funhouse mirror, or a poorly edited photo. “holy shit, you weren’t kidding ?? why the hell did you wait til this long to tell me you’re not even human ?? do you know what this means, joowon ??”

[elysiantouch]

tiltedsun

‘ well , i’m sure that it isn’t too late …. but , it’s up to you. ‘ annalise says as she sips on her lemon flavored water , glancing at aaron before focusing her attention on a dying flower in the garden , gently taking the petals into her free hand; caressing them with her fingers as a small frown tugged at her lips. she looks back at him , well - meaning smile makes way to her lips. ‘ i wouldn’t know if it is for that …. i honestly don’t really know what’s going on. ‘

     “see, you say that and that just tells me it is exactly too late.” but aaron really only dragged annalise up here precisely to complain rather than find an actual solution to his problem, or an excuse to give to the others going on the trip. he’s sealed his fate the moment he agreed to ace’s cajoling insistence that he’s an important part of his friends and that he’s needed there. but rather than bemoan his situation, he turns and huffs a graceless snort. “any lights on upstairs ?? did you just come with me because i mentioned the garden ? and not to spend valuable, important time ?”

[dazzlingkai]

nobody ⭑ sunmi @ 2020 kbs song festival