never let me go

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[faintoasis]

faintoasis : independent & mutuals only multi-muse writing account multifandom, multiverse, crossover and oc friendly. guidelines (carrd) roster (google docs)

“ don’t you wonder sometimes, what might have happened if you tried ? ”

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get to know your mutuals !

rules : answer and tag six people you want to know better

favorite color : sage green / creamy yellow

last song : enjoy the silence by depeche mode

currently reading : 'magister ludi' and 'the hidden girl and other stories'

currently watching : i'm watching sinners right now!

currently craving : currently obsessed with cottage cheese toast lol

tagged by nobody and tagging no one ˙ᵕ˙

steal it from me!

[quotent-potables]

The best translations into English do not, in fact, read as if they were originally written in English. The English words are arranged in such a way that the reader sees a glimpse of another culture's patterns of thinking, hears an echo of another language's rhythms and cadences, and feels a tremor of another people's gestures and movements.

— Ken Liu, translator's postscript to The Three-Body Problem, by Liu Cixin

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˙ᵕ˙/ ooc. please bless me and tell me what your muses are dressing up as for halloweeeeeen!

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[soulmissed]

the boy slurps his hot chocolate, hands clutching cup, chestnut eyes appreciative. marshmallows drift cocoa like gooey rafts in creamy ocean waters. a low-key thanksgiving? hot chocolate drops and melted marshmallow smudge his cheek. “ that’s perfect to me. big celebrations make me nervous. ” some frank, honest drawl. a quiet holiday in. wonderful.

“ i like animated stuff a lot. like pooh bear. he’s my favorite character. ” peel of laughter. it was different but endearing. to be forward about his interests. “ jeez – ” that mess upon his face registers. (his hand drags, stops. brown fingers crumple a napkin.) wiping it off: “ – i might become half-cocoa by the time i’ve finished this. ” fiddle smirk arcs boyish expression.

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if he's not just as sticky and lovable as his beloved bear. the scene has jieun smiling into her cup, worrying he might misinterpret her delight as mockery. warm honey coats her throat. had this been her mother's table, august would have been berated, made to feel his manners were more important than his feelings. she's more than glad to miss chuseok this year. generations of women flouncing in the kitchen, ruining each dish with their secret ingredient : resentment. no thank you.

instead, august and her will raid the library and rent as many movies as they are allowed to, eat until they are uncomfortably full, and possibly share the best nap ever on the couch. it's so nice, to have something to look forward to, not just work towards. ' well, who doesn't love chocolate and winnie-the-pooh? you have excellent taste, young man. ' and she means it. ' wait — what do you think of a chocolate cream pie for our thanksgiving menu? '

[dumbthink2]

“oh.” they’re not really expecting that. it’s a little too serious for their taste, and could lead to a vulnerability that they are not ready for. “it’s uh, it’s really not that big of a deal. it’s only when i touch people, so it’s not like i’m hearing thoughts constantly or anything.”

they’d kind of been worried he might be pissed. people usually were, when they figured out nadine wasn’t lying.

“i just like, you’ve got superpowers and shit. so i figured we could like, bond. or whatever.”

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so it's like tuning in to the radio, but instead of generic hits and asinine talk shows, nadine listens to internal monologues and streams of consciousness. no wonder breaking the news provokes such ire. after all, they have access to something more intimate, more unfiltered than a secret diary. but nadine isn't like that, they wouldn't spy.

' right, ' mob nods, and while he's happy to become friends, he knows that's not all there is to this. truly nobody cares about his powers; a loser with powers is still a loser, just a powerful one. ' well, thanks for the pizza. '

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@griefpains

he's there early, hunched over his own handwriting, heavily slanted, and deliberate. philtrum rests on the edge of his to-go cup, inhaling rather than drinking his large dark roast. each sentence his eyes gloss over is adorned of a question mark, or several, but the abuse of porcelain cups and espresso machines has his head snapping back every few lines. no one else is ever bothered by the noise. they might even prefer it, over hearing themselves think.

he shouldn't judge, he can't stand the gaps either. how many days has he lost to his cello, muscular strings tensing and vibrating under his unrelenting grasp? blistering hands always beat the prospect of boredom. and now there's the gaps of his story he's hoping another science cultist can fill. is not knowing when to stop a professional requirement?

while he despises her kind; sev covets her findings. anything that could give him some sort of direction. to unravel, all it takes is a loose string.

it's about time for vivienne to arrive, he couldn't find much about her online, at least as far as what she looks like. he gave her a brief description of himself, curly-haired, dark eyes, thick accent. hopefully she spots him first.

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like this post if you'd like to plot something with my new oc, sev! here's his page. and here's his pinterest. he's a clone who spent the greatest part of his life locked up in a lab. he's on a self-discovery quest, and hoping to destroy his creators, whatever it takes.

themes : is a clone a person, is a person worth the same once they're replicated? what constitutes the mind, what makes a person unique? how far will humanity go for immortal life? self-hatred as revenge.

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just some randoms jieun hcs i've been thinking about

- her mother can be very blunt and negative, and over the years she has made countless remarks on jieun's appearance. because of this, jieun wears really basic outfits with simple colors and doesn't enjoy shopping for clothes for herself. she feels really insecure whenever she has to dress up for something (event, work, date, etc.) and she does her best to avoid those spaces. her sister, on the other hand, puts a lot of care in her appearance and even enjoys getting dressed/shopping with her mother, so she never really experienced that side of their mother. jieun has a complex relationship with her femininity because of all of this. sometimes she can't help but feel worthless because she doesn't look a certain way or isn't that interested in the way she presents herself.

- both of her parents have their own businesses and have really great work ethic, ie. they work really hard and have high standards. it's something jieun really admires, but at the same time fears because it's an expectation. jieun has no problem working hard, but she tends to crumble under pressure and uncertainty and her parents see it as a lack of ambition and drive.

- whenever her parents feel bad about something they said, or didn't (in the case of her father). they will give her random, unwarranted gifts she has to be grateful about. that's why on her birthday she'll do her best to be as busy as possible to avoid those interactions, sometimes even going out of town. however, if someone gives her a really thoughtful gift she will cherish it forever and bring it up for several weeks. her favorite will always be a heartfelt letter.

- while jieun ignores her sister, she still loves and is so proud of everything she's accomplished. in her room/home, there is a shelf with all the albums her group released, signed, as well as dvds of the movies and series she was in. she also has a big photo album for family pictures, but it's mostly the two of them. she misses when things were more simple between them.

- jieun's room/appartment is a very curated space. lots of plants, trinkets, souvenirs, framed pictures. small warm lights. she's a bit of a minimalist otherwise and doesn't like when things are cluttered. everything has its place and is neatly arranged/or put away in a drawer. her space is very clean even if she has a dog and she has a hard time adjusting whenever someone visits and doesn't do stuff her Way.

[daemonry]

hearing something like that is quite unnerving for someone who tries to hide in the shadows and go unnoticed in his everyday life.  brows furrow as he looks up at her, the pen in his hand ceasing its movements against the paper he'd been writing his notes on.   ❛❛  what i am ?  ❜❜   should he play dumb ?  does it even count as  `  playing dumb  ´  if he also honestly has no clue what she's going on about ?

suspicious gaze watches as she picks up his apple.  at least he hadn't bitten into it yet so he can still wash it later  ...  is this some new form of theft ?  there's a sharp click as the point of his writing instrument disappears and he presses it down against the page with enough force to create a small circle outline.   ❛❛  and who are you ?  ❜❜

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tired eyes flicker to the point of his pen digging into the fiber of the pages. he could very well do her flesh the same courtesy. jieun elects to choose her next words more carefully.

' you're not human, ' he might be living as one, looking like one, but she senses his otherness, like a second shadow haunting him. maybe other people don't feel it, but apparently she can.

she doesn't reply to his other question, her hunger becoming her new priority. she bites into the fruit, greedy, unceremonious. her mouth is so full she can barely chew, but the sweetness of the apple immediately calms her down.

[soulmissed]

a subtle bob-and-bow of his head in confirmation. “ i will try my best to remember that. ” murmuring. mumbling. the t-shirt was baggy but cozy. his hand kneads cotton fabric. he settles into his seat like a turtle under shell. “ please put marshmallows in the hot chocolate? ” the softest twinkle within copper stare.

“ you do anythin’ special for autumn? ” drawling question. that season was undoubtedly here. (crisp weather cycle. transforming, merry-go-round leaves.) he’d loved those different colors forever. “ i don’t mind sittin’ around and restin’. nice to pause with the season, y’know? ”

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more and more, she gets to see a glimmer of the boy he should've been. a kind of satisfaction she's never experienced before. jieun makes a mental note to stock up on hot chocolate mix and marshmallows. from the ridiculously small pantry, she digs through piles of elastic-wrapped bags and half-used boxes to pull out those ingredients. then, she grabs the carton of whole milk from the fridge door.

she looks up at august, happy to chat. ' hmmm... i haven't really planned anything for this year. ' still warm water is poured from the saucepan into his cup. a splash of milk to cool it down. finally, a generous handful of marshmallows for the soul. ' we could do a lowkey thanksgiving, just you and me. ' she serves august and sits next to him. ' i'm not sure i can cook a turkey, ' leftovers for weeks, ' but i could make something nice, and we can eat while we watch a movie, or play games? '

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' wait — you actually watched the video ? ' how is a grown man, one barely able to navigate his cheap, off-brand smartphone, surrendering to his morbid curiosity like a bored teenager on summer break? his shop doesn't promote on any social media app, nor does it have a website; she's the one who took the initiative to let google maps know it even exists. and this guy is telling her he peruses gore forums in his free time?

before rob can explain, clunky door and chimes interrupt them. jieun turns to @arcadeian. ' hi ! ' it's the same phrase every time. it's really not that hard but rob insists that she should be the one greeting customers. ' let us know if you need help with anything. '

people rarely shop around when they come in, half of the place is the yellowed glass counter she's leaning against, and they don't stock that many products, just the basics.

[dumbthink2]

@faintoasis … plotted.

Currently, Nadine sits across from Mob in the back corner of their local pizza place. They hadn’t really had a great idea of where they should meet to talk. School was annoying, their own house was not exactly a great starting spot, and they didn’t want to go to anyone else’s. So they’d gotten some money from their dad, and decided on pizza.

It is public, but that doesn’t really matter. The place is empty, and Nadine is trying to be more confident about their abilities and such anyways. So yeah, whatever. It works.

“So.” They put their hands on the table, a pose they saw on the Sopranos that they think is cool. “Uh. I read minds.”

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ice rattles as mob swirls his soda. they don't know each other that well, so he's trying to give nadine some space, whenever they're ready to talk. he still has no idea what could be so important it had to be discussed over pizza, or why he's the person sitting behind said plain cheese slice, but it's not like he has any other plans today.

he picks up his pepsi and starts sipping on the straw just as nadine admits what's been on their mind. a bunch of other, unpermitted minds, it seems. one's already more than he can handle sometimes. ' that sounds like a lot, ' he chimes in with a sorry smile.

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unusual muse associations

spice : perilla seed

weather event / natural disaster : quicksand, mudslides

color(s) : teal

plant : cactus

animal : racoon

weapon : poison dart

subject / major : photography

gemstone / mineral : silver

makeup product : bb cream

candy : big cup reese's

fear : rejection

method of long-distance travel : walking, cycling, motorcycle

art style : renaissance

historical period : joseon dynasty

wood : pine

mythological creature(s) : imugi

celestial body : moon

romcom archetype : unexplainably best friends with the popular and cool main character