eternally.

i'm raising up the stakes of this round; i am playing for keeps.

[eternalle]

( txt ) the chicken got delivered and i really had to pee and i forgot i left it in there. [ deleted ] ( txt ) are you sure you didn’t put it there just so you can send me this kind of text? ^^~ ( txt ) or is this code for something?

@wistfulreality

[   ✉ :  baby boy ♡   ]    why would i do something like that? you’re a mess    [   ✉ :  baby boy ♡   ]    ... what code -  there is literally kfc chicken in my bathtub [   ✉ :  baby boy ♡   ]    are you thinking something you shouldn’t be 👀

[querenciant]

Hello, if you are a novella writer or would like to write novellas please reblog/like because I can’t seem to find you guys and  I heavily miss writing novellas, thanks!

[aprils-end]

[babyhoneywrites]

btw for my partners/mutuals/followers: if you ever see me reblog a ship or a plot that you wanna do PLEASE let me know omg. even if we already have three plots i’ll do another one with you!! all the plots and ships :)

[eternalle]

(chashell) [text] I can’t stop thinking about you.

<    ✉️   DM  :  @thechase    >

▲  are you drunk right now?  <  deleted  >▲  and why is that? pretty sure i don’t mean anything to you▲  pretty sure i d  <  deleted  >▲  pretty sure  <  deleted  >▲  wanna let me in on that train or is it only a one way trip for chase? /:

@petiteplvme

[eternalle]

please note that if you sent me a text meme, feel free to make it into a thread - tbh i love text threads more than i love life so there u go.  also, if you’d care to plot with me and we haven’t gotten something going, please feel free to like this.  i’ll hop into your ims or you can add my writing twitter [ eternitvs ] <: i also have discord at eternitvs#4077 if that’s your thing ~~

i’m hoping to get to my drafts sometime this weekend <:  i know i’m taking forever but work has been kicking me pretty hard lately ; ;

[irritert]

plots based off of lorde’s melodrama

green light ; i’m waiting for it, that green light, i want it.

MUSE A and MUSE B were in a happy relationship for some time, until MUSE B was caught cheating, not ready to be in a committed relationship. now MUSE A is heartbroken and going out every night in hopes of forgetting MUSE B. meanwhile, MUSE B is regretting their actions and letting MUSE A go. but can they really be forgiven and are they ready — ready to give each other that green light ?

sober ; we pretend that we just don’t care but we care.

MUSE A and MUSE B aren’t supposed to be together for whatever reason: maybe one is in a relationship, maybe they had a deal, maybe it’s something that goes deeper. but one intoxicated night out leads to several touches and secretive kisses in the dark that tastes a lot like treason. and no matter how much they say it’s nothing serious, there might be more there than they’re willing to admit.

homemade dynamite ; i’ll give you my best side, tell you all my best lies.

known for being rebels without cause, MUSE A and MUSE B are synonymous to their fast cars, nights out beneath the stars, empty bottles of alcohol, and loud music. they meet by chance one night and immediately click, and embark on a careless adventure after it despite not knowing each other. it’s them against the world: after all, what could go wrong ?

the louvre ; blow all my friendships to sit in hell with you.

MUSE A and MUSE B have just hit the honeymoon stage of their relationship and everything seems to be perfect. late nights out, lots of pda, dream dates every day — they’re so caught up in each other that the entire world seems to lose significance. but everything that comes up must come down, even with their heads in the clouds.

liability ; you’re all gonna watch me disappear into the sun.

all of MUSE A’s relationships seem to fall apart before they even begin. they’re used to being used, but if anything it has only made MUSE A love themselves more as armour around their breaking heart. MUSE B comes along and recognizes that MUSE A is a bit of a handful with their high demands and closed off demeanor, but are they willing to try anyway ?

hard feelings ; let’s give it a minute before we admit that we’re through.

after a long and happy relationship, both MUSE A and MUSE B know they’re coming to an end. they’ve simply fallen out of love, but after having been each others homes for so long, giving each other up doesn’t seem to be an option, and so they hold on with all they’ve got.

loveless ; all fuckin’ with our lovers’ heads.

both MUSE A and MUSE B don’t really do committed relationships and have quite the list of hearts they have broken. one night out they spot each other and think the other, beautiful as they are, will be another easy target. little do they know they’re playing the same game with someone’s who’s just as good as them.

sober ii ( melodrama ) ; how we kiss and kill each other.

MUSE A and MUSE B’s relationship is built up on dim lit rooms and a bit too much alcohol flowing through their veins, and somehow they have made it work. but a defining moment makes them realize that they can’t live like this forever, without properly knowing the other, and at some point the lights must come on again — and maybe secrets will be exposed that makes their story a lot less beautiful than they initially thought.

writer in the dark ; did my best to exist just for you.

MUSE B walked out on MUSE A after a long relationship together. MUSE A had given their all in the relationship and standing without it now is making them realize just how lost they feel and that they need to move on in order to be happy. but there’s a part of them that’s still hoping MUSE B will return, and though MUSE B is with someone else now, they too might feel the undeniable pull back.

supercut ; i’m someone you maybe might love.

both MUSE A and MUSE B can tell something is wrong with their relationship. they argue about everything and can’t seem to ever get along or even talk about their problems. yet, there are the occasional sweet moments that seem to make it all worth it, and at the end of the day they’re ready to endure all the fighting and pain just to keep each other close.

liability ( reprise ) ; but you’re not what you thought you were.

MUSE A has always lived with the belief that they’ll never find happiness and that no one can ever love them. they’re convinced no one will ever want to make sense of all that they are and have grown used to giving themselves away without never receiving anything in return. MUSE B is seeing everything about MUSE A that they can’t see themselves, and they intend to make them see just how wonderful they are.

perfect places ; what the fuck are perfect places anyway ?

a group of friends ( perfect for a mumu or a small group rp ) are all looking for something, but they’re not quite sure what yet — maybe just an escape from their tough reality. they’re young and they intend to live as if every night is their last. drugs, sex, and alcohol might feel like perfect places, and the parties drown out the loneliness, but they’ll soon realize that there is no such thing as a perfect place.

[whambamthankyoubram]

more texts for you bitches

ANGSTY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] You should have told me you wanted me out of your life. [text] I should have never let you back into my life. [text] Okay [muse’s name] what’s the deal, pretty sure this is you…listen if you want me to leave you alone, please just tell that. [text] Please don’t walk away. [text] Please don’t do this. [text] When are you going to realize I want nothing to do with you? [text] You want nothing to do with me, I get it. [text] I’m an idiot. You fooled me again. [text] When I think things are about to change … I’m always proven wrong. [text] I just want you to be happy. And you’ll be happier without me. [text] I just hate that someone could make me trust [him/her/them] the way that I did [text] The truth is I’m not over you. [text] The truth is I never really wanted to be with you. [text] I’m seeing someone else. [text] How the hell did you get my number, stalker? [text] You’re so selfish. [text] I just saw you leave with [her/him/them]. [text] FUCK YOU AND YOUR DUMB CUTE FACE

LOVING TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Did I tell you today that you’re the most adorable? Cause, yeah. [text] Be careful. [text] I’m only saying it because I love you. [text] I’m only saying it because I care about you. [text] Okay, I’m bringing coffee. [text] I’m thinking dinner and a movie later this week? [text] Let me take you out, please? [text] Let me make you dinner tonight. [text] I want you to be happy. [text] You’re always safe with me. [text] I can’t stop thinking about you. [text] I seriously don’t know what I’d do without you. [text] I know you may not feel like you are, but you are loved. And important. Please don’t forget that. [text] It was so good seeing you. [text] You don’t need this shit. [text] I’ll be there in five minutes. [text] Let me help, please? [text] You’re important to me. [text] Stop falling asleep in the bathtub. You’re going to drown and die and leave me and I’m not having that. [text] I would gladly watch Netflix and eat Thai with you any day. [text] I’d give up my phone charger AND the last piece of gum for you. That’s love. [text] Hey beautiful no judgment but why is there a bucket of KFC chicken in the bathtub??

ANGRY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] If you don’t want me to bust your window, I suggest you answer the phone. Now. [text] To quote Mean Girls, you’re a fugly slut. [text] Are you SERIOUSLY bringing that up right now!? [text] Lose my number, asshole. [text] You’re so predictable and obnoxious. And it’s not only me who thinks so. [text] …The least you could do is answer, wtf. [text] You’re a piece of shit human being and an even worse friend. [text] This is YOUR FAULT. And you can’t even pretend like it isn’t, because you know it is. [text] Why couldn’t you just stay out of it? [text] Holy fucking shit, take a hint, asshole. [text] Go fuck yourself. [text] What the fucking hell is wrong with you? [text] You can take your stuff back as long as I don’t light it on fire first. [text] I have cramps and a migraine so you do NOT want to mess with me right now [text] Bye and have a very fuck you day

SEXY TEXTS, BITCH

[text] Just let me suck your dick and be happy. Let me have this. [text] Why are you so hot…like honestly, it’s not fair. [text] Yeah, you looked good in your [dress/shirt/pants] last night but really, they looked way better on my floor. [text] Come over. With condoms. [text] You should come over, clothing optional. [text] I feel like a nasty slut and I LOVE IT [text] Sorry I got drunk and texted you about my sex life [text] Sex on a rooftop - trashy or adventurous? [text] If you’re not at my apartment, shirtless, in five minutes, I will be personally offended. [text] I don’t think he likes that I’m always sending him pictures of me in my bra but he needs to get it together [text] It’ll be like The Notebook, except with way more of my penis. [text] I didn’t know that all of his brothers would be hot and musically inclined, too. That’s a dick move on behalf of biology. [text] I DON’T WANT YOUR DICK. I WANT BRUNCH. [text] So is it your turn now to pretend like dating someone else would stop us from fucking? [text] I just need some of your time and all of your body. [text] I am available for nakedness [text] I think about [him/her/them] when I masturbate so I guess you could call it love

DRUNK TEXTS, BITCH

[drunk text] So wat are you really over me no w [drunk text] AND I UNFOLLOWED YOU ON INSTAGRAM TOO, BITCH [drunk text] You are my queen and my savior and I love you forever [drunk text] You are the most beautiful girl I have ever known [drunk text] I’m eating macaroni and cheese on a slice of pizza and autocorrect just wrote that text for me pretty much, what’s your night like [drunk text] Listen up slut, you’re one hot piece of ass and if [he/she/they] doesn’t realize it, it’s their loss [drunk text] but what’s the point of a Disney sing off party if you’re not here. You have to be be the Pumbaa to my Timon [drunk text] Can you pls remind me tomorrow of how much of a fool I made myself tonight [drunk text] FUCK YOU YOU’RE GORGEOUS [drunk text] I think maybe you and me should like go out and eat pizza or something check yes or no [drunk text] Please don’t hate me I’m too tired and too dizzy to be hated [drunk text] I hate (him/her) but less when I’m drinking. Thanks, alcohol. [drunk text] Omf g you need to get over here now I think I’m dyin [drunk text] SWEEEEEEEET CAROLINE

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   DEARLY BELOVED.

it’s only fair to say that xiii trusts fewer people in this game than she can count on the fingers of one hand.  there are plenty who would use her just to expose their names and she would let them, and just as many more that would stab her in the back if it meant a higher score.  all of them are just trying to survive.  all of them just want to leave.  xiii doesn’t blame them, but there is no honour in the actions of wolves.

mouse, though, is the first person and only person she’s trusted from the very beginning before any of this started.  he is someone who slips between the actions of wolves and comes out of it unscathed, and xiii finds a kind of grace in the way he dances out of death’s grip in ways that she never could.  she likes him, she’s drawn to him.  they always manage to come together at the right time, and drift when they don’t.

that’s what makes mouse special.  he’s the only one who understands the way she works.

maybe that’s why mouse doesn’t complain, or doesn’t push her away.  xiii gathers her partners and holds to them fast, he jumps from person to person based on need but always seems to return.  she values his loyalty, and he opens his home.  quite literally, because when xiii stands at his door, he’s opening it like a mouse would.  like he would.

“ will you play me a song?” she looks at him through lifeless eyes, glitter as they might like marbles in the lighting of his entrance.  i only want to sleep.  for ten minutes, maybe five.

how is it, really, that he can never say no?

@soulseok ,    we are infinity 

[jaderpt]

can i have a ‘you’re dating my best friend but he’s kind of an asshole and he cheated on you so i’m comforting you and now you’re kissing me and i’m kissing you back and oH SHIT ARE WE HAVING SEX ???’ and then the morning after ‘oh you forgave him that’s cool i just like you a lot and kinda wanna hook up again but that’s cool’ plot

do you ever silently begin to ship something but you’re not sure if your partner feels the same, because it’s such a fucking terrifying thing to even think about becoming the thirsty ship person who forces ships down other people’s throats so you… just… stand there… in angst.. with your quiet headcanons and thE SINKING FUTURE FOR A SHIP THAT WILL NOT SAIL BECAUSE YOU’RE A GODDAMN TERRIB LE WRITEr

[strcsscd]

` * ! @eternalle​ liked for a small starter —

— ❛  whoa, hey– that’s.. i don’t like you like that.  ❜  

[eternalle]

“ woah - woah, chill man, take it easy.  i think you’re getting a little ahead of yourself.” he raises a brow with a laugh on his lips, eyes a little judgmental - “ i can say i like you without liking you.  right? it’s a friend thing? don’t look so scared.”

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   COLOUR BLIND.

         EVERYTHING IS BLACK AND WHITE UNTIL YOU MEET YOUR SOUL MATE.

every morning, it’s all the same.

bland. this is a world unwritten and seungyoun looks out into grayscale like the options left to him are bleak.  there is no light at the end of this tunnel made of gray stone and black road besides the white hot glimmer of hope that one day, all of this will explode and he’ll be born again anew.  he’ll be seeing colour for the first time, and maybe then this gray and heavy haze won’t bear the metric ton of weight seungyoun feels upon his shoulder.  

in truth, he’s only heard rumour of what colour really looks like – it sounds like the stuff of dreams, and seungyoun has wondered what the world is when you’ve found your destined partner.  every day would be exciting – even the most basic and mundane of things that weigh on his shoulders now would be ten times better with the person you’re meant to be with for the rest of your days.  for now, though ( for him ) every day is the same one – wake up, eat breakfast, get showered.  go to school, go back home.  even the late night touch with lonely, colour blind companions doesn’t feel quite right.

he is a rock waiting to fall down the hill into a better life.

this morning is all of the same – routine drenched in cold grays, dark blacks.  he leaves the body in his bed and wanders out to make coffee, wonders when they’ll gather their clothes and leave him be ( because all he wants in morning’s hour is to be left alone, to gather his thoughts and wonder if today’s the day he’ll see colour for the first time. he always hopes it is, but usually it isn’t. )  coffee touches his lips and it’s too black for his tastes, his nose crinkles and he adds more bright white milk until it’s a gray that suits him.  he wonders if it’ll be easier when he sees colour.  he hopes it is, because every morning it’s hit or miss with everything.

the same gray clothes slip over his skin as he gets dressed, the same dull voice waking the girl in his bed to send her on her way.  this is all the same.  it’s always all the same.  ( until it isn’t. )

cue a crowded street, cue the boy on the skateboard.  he is always the boy on the skateboard, getting awful looks as he rolls past bodies that mean nothing to him because they’re always gray.  this is all meaningless.  the same thought rolls around as he turns his board to hang a right corner, only to be slammed into by another skater coming in from the other side.  he falls, and this is not the same.

seungyoun hisses because he can feel the skin of his arm scraped well, the heavy fall probably bruising his hip and skinning his knees.  but when he looks at the damage: red ( is what he’s told this is by textbooks and the people who actually know what colour looks like. ) his heart is beating fast in his chest as suddenly the world shines before his eyes.  he squints to take the colour in and that’s when his gaze finally falls on the boy staring at him, wide eyed and open mouthed.

his breath catches in his throat but seungyoun still struggles to smile, a laugh almost hysterical coming from his lips. “ … hi.”

this is the day he ties his string.

 @dissohnance ,    we are infinity 

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   THE BATHHOUSE.

 “ ONCE YOU MEET SOMEONE, YOU NEVER REALLY FORGET THEM.”

working at the yubaba’s bathhouse isn’t something he really wanted to do, but sometimes you don’t really have a choice in life.  he is not a wealthy spirit; he doesn’t have robes spun from fine silks.  he is not the ones who come to bathe here.  it’s unfortunate, but even the spirit world has its working class and he was born to be a part of it.  from the minute he gave up his name to sign a contract – the minute he became ユン – his body has been put to the test as a cleaner, a serviceman; whatever the customer wants, he’s supposed to please them.  ( and yubaba looks at him with her wild, wicked eye when she says whatever they want. )

he gave up his name to become a perpetual slave for his own brand of eternity.

that being said, it isn’t all bad when the customer gives a good tip.  at least then, youn can get a roasted newt out of the deal and thinking about it just makes his mouth water.  but he’s pulled from his daydream about eating roasted newt when he hears that gravelly voice snapping his name like a whip – “ youn!” it’s enough to make him jump and drop the mop he was using to clean one of the more private tubs.  he bows low as yubaba floats over to him and he’s always been in envy over the magic she’s possessed, but he doesn’t lift his head until she starts to speak again.  “ you’re working the private tub today.  the guest that’s coming in is the son of a very rich water spirit and i do. not. want. him leaving displeased.” every word she speaks in stunted sentences has her drawing closer and closer to his face, and he can almost feel the fire she would start to breathe if he didn’t rake in the money she expected.  “ do you understand?”

“ yes, m’am.” he swallows, the assent a quick one because a ) he can’t say no and b ) he’s not ready to face death by fire breath just yet.  besides, he can’t deny the fact that he’s a little curious – he isn’t usually the one hand picked for customers that are quote unquote rich and youn finds himself swallowing at the responsibility.  yubaba gives him another glare as she says, “ show him respect.  don’t let me down.” he nods and it’s a grave one, the sweat on his brow wiped clean when she finally leaves.

bath tokens are his next stop and he only has to wait until the spirit boy’s arrival.  he slumps against the wall until he hears the tiny sound of footsteps from outside – it’s only then that he stands up straight, bows low and doesn’t lift his head. “ welcome.” it’s soft, murmured and youn chances a glance at the boy spirit.  his skin, pale; his hair, white blonde and all the robes that surround him are just as silky as those he’s watched enter this room before.  but that’s not what has his heart stopping, or him suddenly shooting straight up before standing stock still.

“ don’t i know you?”

  @dissohnance ,    we are infinity 

[tylrswftss]

listen.. i’m really feeling a long distance kind of plot? i just want cute snapchat and text message threads and writing out their late night skype sessions and  their first meeting and all the goodbyes and getting to see each other again after a few months or surprising the other with a visit. and just the overall struggle of a long distance relationship? like all the jealousy and are we ever going to move in together? who’s going to leave everything behind for the other? but also the cuteness of it when they finally move in together after being in a long distance relationship for such a long time now and not having to say goodbye anymore and just waking up next to each other and being happy and ugh i’m dying. someone pls give me a plot like that, i beg of you.

[eternalle]

◦ ⟨   LOVE IS ( NOT ) OVER.

she’s only just turned eighteen, but every moment that she is, nayoung can’t help but feel she was born twenty years too late.  it comes in phases; when brian smiles at her when she’s just four and she wants to climb onto his back, when he smiles at her at sixteen and she feels her heart flutter and beat.  nayoung is a girl who has cultivated love for eighteen years, all of her life really.  she’s just a stupid, silly girl with silly dreams who never learns.

brian is a man with twenty years more that he holds over her head when she says she loves him on the day she becomes a woman.  her heart splinters, breaks; she is a stupid girl with stupid dreams who never learns.  but what she does learn is heartache.  it’s something that nayoung expected and dreaded for the past few years she’s been in love, but that doesn’t make it hurt less.

it hurts more when he leaves.  it hurts more, because nayoung knows that it’s her fault that he packs up his things to move and live alone.  her mother can’t comfort her when nayoung keeps her door locked, her father can’t do anything when he asks her to come and say goodbye and she won’t, her uncle can’t run his hands through her hair and tell her it’ll be okay because it won’t.  they say that first love is the hardest, but it’s the only love that nayoung has known for her entire life.

and this is just another night she spends in her bed, missing the sounds of video games from the room next to her that’s now just as empty as her heart.  her parents don’t ask her to leave her bed anymore, her uncle leaves her books and movies while she sleeps to keep her company for days alone.  tonight is a long night; she glances at the clock and it’s already lit up two a.m.

nayoung sighs, and then her phone rings.  at first, she doesn’t pay attention to it; the vibration of the ringer more a nuisance to her sadness than anything else.  but when it doesn’t stop, she sighs, sitting up with a frustrated snap and snatching up the mobile in quick hands.  her heart stops.

it’s brian.

“ ... hello?”  her voice sounds thick, even to herself, from not being used in days.  heartache has brought her to this point; eighteen years is long to lament and she hates herself that she still feels hope when she sees his name light up her phone. it’s resigned, even to her, but nayoung still tries.  she still wants. “ what do you want, it’s two in the morning -”

   @dissohnance ,    we are infinity

[eternalle]

[ s h i f t ] ㅡ 2nd past lifetime sunjei ( YODELS OFF)

there are a lot of secrets that they both keep, from each other and from others. hers is the way her heart flutters when he’s nearby,  his is the biggest: he’s not really blind.

sunchun spends his days pretending, keeping his gaze somewhere just above her shoulder and acting like he can’t see where her eyes are.  he’s gotten rather good at it, acting and pretending; jei has fallen into his lies and allows herself to be wrapped in them.  he may be a beggar, but he’s still the kindest man she’s ever met.  that realization makes her heart sink.

days turn into nights turn into days.  she starts to spend more time with the beggar -turned -servant than her husband, who prefers spending his time in other households or with other women, anyway.  she’s not a stupid girl or a stupid wife, but she still cannot speak out against his actions.  not unless she wants another bruise on her eye that her children ask about the next morning.

she heaves a little sigh, eyes casting down as she sits with sunchun on the residence’s landing to watch the sunset.  jei isn’t paying much attention to him, but if she were she’d see that his eyes are locked on her and the pitiful slump of her shoulders or the way her lips turn down instead of smile.

they both keep secrets, like the one where she wants to be with him more and he has loved her through two lifetimes.  he doesn’t tell her that one, but what she thinks is his biggest is revealed: han sunchun can see.

his fingers find hair that is hanging into her eyes, unbraided and tuck it behind her ear.  she’s startled, because it’s improper to wear her hair hanging but more so that he knows.  “ i apologize -” she starts, but confusion settles in on her.  how did he know? her eyes lift slowly from her lap and jei’s gazing at him curiously.  his eyes don’t waver and they don’t hang on her shoulder like she’s used to.

instead, his eyes are locked on hers and they glitter with a feeling that she doesn’t understand.  (  it’s love.  he’s loved her for too long.  )

“ what’s going on ..?” she mumbles, heartbeat quick because she’s still certain that he can’t see her but he’s acting like he can, with the way his glittering eyes stare into her like he’s seeing her very soul.  his lips smile then and he strokes her cheek with a thumb, keeping her hair brushed back with his strangely soft cold hand.

they both have their secrets.  sunchun has loved her for two lifetimes, and jei is only just beginning to understand.  “ can you .. see me?”

he nods, and it brings roses to her cheeks.

she’s only just about to find out what his secret means.