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Thank you for an almost fairytale.
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@fcrsakenson ✦ starter call ( accepting! )
Interacting with the spirits of the underworld was one thing; communicating with the living was another. Despite the jarring difference between the two, Ereshkigal could not conceal her naturally caring disposition — the human next to her appeared to be so melancholic that she could not just sit by and watch.
Reaching into her pocket, she pulls out a sunflower — one that she got as a housewarming gift. She knew little to nothing about humans, but surely, this would make him feel better? With pride, she sticks her hand out in his direction, the flower clasped tightly. ❝ There is no more need to mope, mortal. Bad days shall pass, but for now, the Goddess Ereshkigal bestows upon you… ❞
A wilting sunflower?!
Upon the sudden realisation, she lets out an audible gasp, a soft tint of pink coloring her otherwise pale features. This is, indeed, a complete shift from how her otherwise regal aura earlier. ❝ S—Sorry about that. ❞
Somehow, being in a place outside of the underworld made Ereshkigal forget — everything she touches can, and will return to dust. It seems like this still rings true, even in this city far away from Mesopotamia; she could never walk out of her role as the death goddess. ❝ Y—You looked upset, so I wanted to give you this, but… ❞ Her voice trails off.
❝ This happens every time. P…Pay it no heed. ❞
[tw car accidents, tw drowning mentions]
Sniffling slightly, Jonghyun kneaded at his head. He’d made the very big mistake of dwelling too long on the car accident and found himself with a headache that made him think his skull was about to split open. It had taken everything he had to not start screaming with the pain. Eventually it had abated, but not without making him completely miserable and close to tears.
Once again, he wished he’d drowned in that car with his friends.
“There is no more need to mope, mortal.”
Head jerking up at the sudden interruption to his melancholy, Jonghyun made a face that was somewhere between a scowl and a pout. Was this girl mocking him or something? But as he turned to face her properly, he saw that her face held nothing but (a haughty) kindness and he automatically reached out to take hold of the sunflower before he too realized it wasn’t in the happiest of conditions.
“Ah....”
At once, the girl looked as depressed as he felt. Forcing a weak smile onto his face, Jonghyun gestured for her to take a seat beside him, tilting his head to get a proper look at her. He wasn’t so sure about this girl being a goddess, but he’d long since learned that nothing in this city was as it seemed.
“It’s alright. It’s the thought that counted. Not that I deserve your kindness, but... I do appreciate it. So, thank you.”
So saying, Jonghyun cautiously reached out to lay a hand lightly on the girl’s shoulder.
“Don’t be sad, bad times will pass, after all.”
Not that he believed it for himself.
“They’re too good for you.”
“I know that.”
A shrug and wry smile is directed towards the stranger as Jonghyun meets their gaze evenly, voice not even wavering as he spoke.
There was no point in denying the truth, after all.
“Everyone I love is too good for me. My mom, my sister, Jungwhan, Junseo, Minwoo, Yerin… Someone like me doesn’t deserve them.”
A low, humorless chuckle follows.
“What, were you trying to upset me?”
Questions/Comments to be sent anonymously!
(though off anon is fine too!)
“Is there someone you hold dear?”
“Don’t you feel any guilt?”
“You’re actually afraid to be alone, aren’t you?”
“There must be something you fear.”
“Do you have a home?”
“Is there someone you like?”
“Are you really expecting a positive outcome out of this?”
“Aren’t you ashamed?”
“Aren’t you happy?”
“Who do you despise?”
“How do you sleep at night?”
“How do you manage to keep going despite everything?”
“What do you think of kindness?”
“What do you think of hatred?”
“Why do you fight?”
“Why do you live?”
“How much blood have you spilled?”
“How much death have you seen?”
“Don’t you think your actions are reckless?”
“Don’t you know how much good you’ve done for others?”
“Can’t you tell they love you?”
“Can’t you see he/she would die for you?”
“Can’t you see that they hate you?”
“Can’t you tell the truth for once?”
“You’re not tainted.”
“You’re not alone.”
“You’re awful.”
“You don’t think of anyone but yourself.”
“You’re an emotionless robot.”
“You’re just a lap dog.”
“It’s not over.”
“He/she needs you.”
“Stop lying.”
“Stop fighting.”
“Stop pushing others away.”
“You’re cruel.”
“You’re far too kind. Too kind for your own good.”
“You depend on him/her too often.”
“You’re overprotective, it’s stifling.”
“You’re too impulsive, it’s reckless.”
“You’re too careless, it’s a liability.”
“He/she is bringing you down.”
“You’re too timid, it’s easy to see you as a target.”
“You need to listen.”
“You need to speak up more often.”
“You’re weak.”
“You’re strong. Stronger than you’ll ever know.”
“You’re too proud.”
“Quit blaming others for your mistakes.”
“You won’t always be around to save him/her.”
“One day, he/she won’t need you anymore.”
“You can’t cheat death.”
“You can’t hide forever.”
“They’ll find out the truth eventually.”
“That person is only holding you back.”
“They’re too good for you.”
“You’ll be rewarded for your efforts if you keep trying.”
“It will get better.”
“You look lonely.”
“You look bitter.”
“You look tired.”
“You’re hiding a painful burden.”
“You’re perfect.”
“You’re beautiful.”
“You will always be worthless.”
“Your hands are too dirty, too tainted to be clean.”
“You’re lost in this world. Wandering without a purpose.”
“You’ll rise above them all.”
“You’ll find your place in this world.”
“Eventually, someone will knock you off your pedestal.”
171218 Jang Moonbok (with Seong Hyunwoo) on Arirang Radio
Terrify my character.
Go into my askbox and absolutely horrify them!
(warning: be aware of any triggers the muns/writers have for this meme)
I AM THE RAGING STORM & THE POURING RAIN – but i am also the calm aftermath.
“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”
It’s only a bit of blood! // Accepting!
[tw violence (implied)]
“Not really, no.”
Averting his eyes from the older male, almost glad the the exertion he’d put himself through would be an excuse to explain away his blushing, Jonghyun, picked himself up from the ground with a soft squawk of pain. Given how his fights usually played out, getting tripped and kicked in the side wasn’t the worst that could have happened. It was actually pretty tame in the grand scheme of things.
It still hurt like a bitch, though. Not that he was ever going to let his crush know that. Junseo had enough to worry about with him adding to his stress. (If he was even important enough to the older boy in that way)
“Don’t worry about it, hyung. It’s over and done with now! I’m like… 80% sure he’s not coming back. And if he does… Well, now I know how he fights, so I’ll have the upper hand!”
“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”
It’s only a bit of blood! // Accepting!
[tw for blood, violence swearing and death mentions]
“Are we seriously going to have this fucking argument again, hyung? Spare me, just spare me.”
The words and their meaning are harsh, but the effect is ruined by Jonghyun having to heavily lean on the older male, barely able to see out of his swollen right eye and doubled over from a particularly vicious kick to the stomach.
“You… you expected me to stand there quietly… when those fuckers were speaking to you like that?! Was I supposed to wait at the sidelines while they took turns in beating your ass up and down the street?!” Are you an idiot?!”
Glaring as best he can at Jungwhan, simply receiving a steady stare in response, Jonghyun weakly punches the other male’s arm before sliding down to his knees with a pained whimper.
“Dammit, Jungwhan hyung…” Weakly lifting his head as his vision blurs and swims around him, trying his best to maintain eye contact with the older as awareness begins to fade away, Jonghyun weakly grasps at his friend’s arm, speech slurring as he tries to make Jungwhan understand.
“I told y’before… I’ll die for you guys… You three… you saved m-me.. ‘s the least I can do, ‘cause…”
Jonghyun barely registers the other’s panicked voice, nor the fact that Jungwhan his hurriedly heaving him onto his back, his head thunking onto the other’s shoulder as the world fades to black.
Injury Starters
“Whoa, when did you get this?”
“Who did this to you?”
“Hold still— I need to clean it.”
“I’m supposed to believe this was an accident?”
“Damn— I’d hate to see the other guy.”
“Does this hurt when I touch it?”
“What the hell, ___? Another fight?”
“What the hell happened to your face?”
“Why are you so calm about this? You’re really hurt.”
“I think your arm is broken. It’s not supposed to bend like that.”
“Here, let me help you with that.”
“You’re bleeding a lot. Too much. Apply more pressure. I’m calling an ambulance.”
“Did you think I was gonna leave you like this?”
“Instead of helping you, they ran off? What an asshole.”
“You need to be more careful. You keep getting hurt like this and you’ll put yourself out of commission.”
“Let me grab the first-aid kit. Don’t move.”
“So, do you wanna explain to me what the hell happened?”
“You look really pale. Sit down. I don’t need you fainting before I get this stitched-up.”
“I’m not blaming you, I’m just saying this looks awfully suspicious.”
“How many of them were there? This doesn’t look like one man’s doing.”
“Sit still. I need to clean this before it gets infected.”
“Wiggle your fingers. I need to make sure it’s not broken.”
“This is gonna hurt. A lot. But it’ll be quick. I need to pop it back into place.”
“I told you not to act recklessly like that. You might think you’re protecting me, but you’re gonna get yourself killed if you keep jumping in like that.”
“That was really close this time. Too close. Please, promise me you’re gonna listen to me and be more careful in the future.”
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What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.
Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.
Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?
Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?
What are their chief tension areas?
If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?
How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?
Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?
Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.
If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?
What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?
Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.
Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something?
Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?
Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?
What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.
Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?
Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?
If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?
If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?
Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?
Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?
Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?
Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?
Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?
How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?
If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?
Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?
Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?
Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?
you touch them … you HURT them … you will not get away with it.
Just Shoot Me
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Jonghyun’s words were actually offending to the pianist, and before opening the door to the other, Minwoo snapped around and met his senior with a frown. “Get lost?” he repeated, a slightly upset tone to his voice that such a thing would even be suggested. But then again he had been the one to avoid the others. “After everything we’ve been through you’re telling me that I should just tell you to get lost?”
Could he have walked over and flicked the other’s forehead he would, but alas. Instead he picked up a stick from the ground and for the first time in a while he closed the distance between the two. It had to be done when Jonghyun was being an idiot. He then proceeded to prod the other with the stick while pouting. “Idiot. I’d rather expose all your embarrassing little secrets to the world than tell you to get lost. And you know I’d never do that either.” If there was one thing that Minwoo would never break it was his sense of loyalty towards those he cared for.
“I just have my reasons right now is all… I’ll tell you soon hopefully. It’s just… it’s not easy man.” He had obviously never experienced this before and never once had he thought that he would. How could he possibly have prepared himself for dying? And even less to be left to live after death stuck in a pseudo existence? It still made no sense even now.
Instead of dwelling on it any further, he opened the door for the other to step inside, and then went in on his own after tossing the stick away again. Inside the piano was waiting for him just as described, and Minwoo could feel his heart beating faster, both out of sheer joy that he was going to play soon, but also out of anticipation about what Jonghyun was going to think of his performance after so long. Especially since this one was special.
“Sit by the table closest to the piano!” he verbally steered the other as he took his own steps towards the stool. He then took some sheets out from the bag he was carrying – it had been his intention to pass by and practice anyway because he still considered the composition unfinished even though he had already dotted the last node down. But things were so complicated right now that he doubted it would ever truly be done.
Resting his fingers on the key, Minwoo pressed down to first play the melody to the very common birthday song one could find at any such celebrations, but then at the last tune he held a short pause before beginning his own original piece, one dedicated to Jonghyun that he had been writing for months now even before everything had happened. He had lost it in the accident and had to rewrite from memory, and thus the process of actually giving the older his present had been delayed, but now was the time. It was a merry tune to relay the occasion – a time for joy and party rather than the glum and depressive state they had been stuck in for a while now. Perhaps it was time to move on.
"OW! What the hell, Minwoo?!” Pouting and rubbing at the sore spot from Minwoo’s sudden attack, Jonghyun played with his hair, giving his friend looks that were both guilty and awkward.
“I didn’t mean it like that! I just meant that... I know I tend to whine to you more than I do to the hyungs... and you just put up with it when you shouldn’t have to. You can just tell me stop or whatever, why should I force my complaints on you...” trailing off, Jonghyun shot Minwoo another guilty look while kicking at a pebble.
It was just one of those things they’d never see eye-to-eye on.
Darting into the cafe before Minwoo could start prodding at him again, Jonghyun took his assigned spot, looking around him while Minwoo got set up. Between his hospital stay and his new job, he’d hadn’t really had the chance to explore the city. Though he honestly couldn’t say he was too surprised at the fact that Minwoo had found a piano as soon as he did. He was a piano magnet after all, even before Jonghyun had met him.
The sound of the said instrument broke Jonghyun from his reverie and he quickly focused his attention back on the younger as Minwoo’s fingers drifted over the keys almost effortlessly. At first, the sound of ‘Happy Birthday’ meant that Jonghyun couldn’t stop the fit of giggles, stuffing his sleeve into his mouth so as not to disturb the other’s playing.
It was the first time he’d actually laughed since arriving here, wasn’t it? The thought abruptly shut him up, hand falling from his mouth. Not that Jonghyun had much time to think on it, as the music suddenly changed course.
It was a melody he’d never heard before, but he knew it was one of Minwoo’s own compositions. He wasn’t any ways close to being an expert on music, but he’d listened to enough of Minwoo’s original work to at least recognize the other’s musical signature. Leaning closer, Jonghyun suddenly made the connection between this piece and the ‘Happy Birthday’ song Minwoo had played a few minutes ago. This was his birthday present. Even after what had happened, Minwoo had still found it in himself to....
And, as usual whenever Minwoo was being this kind to him, Jonghyun’s eyes filled with tears that the spilled out despite any of his attempts to stop them. He could never stop them though. Ever since that first day he’d offloaded everything to the younger, he’d been like this.
It would have been pathetic had Minwoo not always been so kind and understanding of his crybaby hyung.
As the last note faded away, Jonghyun rubbed at his eyes and raised his head to meet the younger’s almost exasperated smile and another unwilling wail broke loose before he could stop it. Flushed red to his ears, Jonghyun hurriedly started scrubbing at his face with renewed vigour, trying in vain to get rid of the evidence.
“I... I’m not cryingggg...! I have allergies! Uuuuu Minwooo~ *whine* Don’t laugh at meee..!”
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Friends pick us up when we fall down, and if they can’t pick us up, they lie down and listen for a while. (-unknown)
Just Shoot Me
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{ tw: Mentions of drowning and car accidents, scars }
Leading the other through the city but making sure to keep his safety distance, Minwoo stole glances back at Jonghyun who was still hanging his head as he walked. Something was definitely on his mind, and Minwoo felt sorry for not having been there to listen to his hyung like usual, like he did before everything had happened. How many times had the older not sat with his upper body across the younger’s dining table, a blubbering mess? Too many to count. Jonghyun might look tough, but he was the biggest softy the pianist knew.
The other revealed his concern soon enough however, and soon Minwoo was also left wondering. He vaguely remembered hitting the water surface and what little he knew about crashing into a body of water dictated to get the window open before the car filled. His scar filled hand was tugging a bit at his own sleeve, clutching around the cloth. He also remembered struggling with his seat belt after pushing Jonghyun out of the window and he remembered the water rising, the struggle for air… He didn’t want to remember anymore.
“I… don’t remember much either,” he lied, feeling as though he might choke again if he were to even try and remember. “I think it might be better if we just don’t try.” This comment was much more honest as he didn’t want his senior to overexert himself.
Stepping up in front of the Jazzmine Societea café, he nodded at the building. “I’ve been busy, sorry,” he explained half heartedly although it was kind of the truth when you took the whole trying to avoid his friends out of the equation. He had started university here, and he had also been working on something. he nodded again a bit more excitedly trying to urge the other to go inside. “I’ve been hanging out a lot at this place. It’s really chill and they have a piano!”
Stealing glances at the younger as they walked through the streets, Jonghyun wound a strand of his long hair around his finger in agitation. This was all so wrong. Even leaving aside the whole, ‘Minwoo being dead and somehow Jonghyun wasn’t issue’, everything was so awkward and painful. Usually one couldn’t get them to shut up when they were in each other’s company; whether they were arguing over ramyeon or trying to encourage each other when things were going wrong.
Now? It seemed as though they were both afraid their words would be weapons that could injure the other without meaning to. Sniffling a little, Jonghyun took a moment to make sure his voice was steady before he answered the other. (It wasn’t as through Minwoo could physically comfort him if he had another little meltdown and why should he have to? Jonghyun was the older, he shouldn’t burden Minwoo with his issues)
“I-- I suppose you’re right. Just still... I can’t stop thinking about it...” ‘Can’t stop think about what I missed when I was checking everything.’ Sighing deeply, Jonghyun finally upped his pace so that they were at least walking side by side, even if? they still kept their distance. “I just wish I could go back and change it all, y’know?”
Shaking his head at Minwoo’s attempts to explain himself, Jonghyun gave the younger a small, but true smile. “It’s fine, Minwoo-yah. I’ve told you before, it’s not like you need my permission to do your own thing. You can even tell me to get lost, I know I’m not the easiest person to--”
Breaking off as they reached their destination, Jonghyun mouthed the word ‘piano?’ before fully turning to Minwoo once more, his smile widening to a grin as he tried to stop himself from bouncing with excitement.
“You mean I get to listen to you practice again? Yaaa! Through trust you of all people to find the place with a piano, you music nut~!”
DAY6 Sentence Starter
‘Congratulations, you’re so amazing!’ ‘How could you trample on me?’ ‘You looked into my eyes and made me believe you.’ ‘There’s nothing I can do for you.’ ‘It’s the only way to makes you happy’ ‘I know that we can no longer wish for a happy ending.’ ‘Pain is only temporary’ ‘But lean on me, if it’s just for a moment.’ ‘I hope your heart will feel at rest.’ ‘I’ll end you my shoulder.’ ‘Even though it hurts, I smile.’ ‘Your smile is still so pretty.’ ‘Go crazy all you want.’ ‘Have fun like it’s the last day.’ ‘After I lost you, everything became meaningless.’ ‘It’s because I loved you so much.’ ‘That’s why I want to forget you.’ ‘I hope you won’t forget this feeling right now.’ ‘Will today be another on of those days?’ ‘It’s shaking up my heart.’ ‘I like you.’ I wanna be on your side all your life.’ ‘Just the way you are, I’ll hold you.’ ‘It will be fine.’ ‘But one thing goes wrong and it all starts from there.’ ‘Your eyes are getting colder.’ ‘I’m so used to this now.’ ‘It’s like a drama.’ ‘If you wanna hurt me, baby just hurt me.’
*Blows a kiss*
*flicks it away, who needs kisses from a brat~?*
“Ya! Pretending to be cute won’t make me change my mind, Minwoo~!”
So saying,Jonghyun cheerfully snatched the ramyeon package from Minwoo, and returned to the skillet of food before, despite the other’s sudden over-dramatic protests.
“…If you don’t shut up, I’m gonna add in cucumbers. Pickled ones too.”