What are you thinking about?

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[prince-nez]

           “you burn me.”    - Sappho

the idea of living there, of not having to go back ever again to asphalt and shopping malls and modular furniture; of living there with charles and camilla and henry and francis and maybe even bunny; of no one marrying or going home or getting a job in a town a thousand miles away or doing any of the traitorous things friends do after college; of everything remaining exactly as it was, that instant—the idea was so truly heavenly that i’m not sure i thought, even then, it could ever really happen, but i like to believe i did.

Canon character by Donna Tartt, tweaked by me

[roleplaymemesforyou]

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                                             “  i’m but a simple librarian.  ”

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[beivy]

PEOPLE LOOK AT ME LIKE THEY’VE NEVER SEEN A WALKING GOD BEFORE.

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[freudism-blog1]

Verses, done?

01. main verse.

Kim Mirae is the fruit of a teenage love. Consequently, she is given away before she is a few days old. But whoever had the heart to take care of his unwanted child ended up chased by a horrible fate. Mirae eventually ends up raised by a pastor who runs an orphanage. But even he is not exempt of the bad luck running through her blood. Pastor Kim, who is a serial killer, kidnaps, rapes and murders Mirae on her 18th birthday.      What he does not know is the fact that there is a godly force holding onto the young girl. She wakes up from her nightmare and comes back home weeks after, causing Pastor Kim to go insane and confess all of his sins.

Mirae now works as a Psychiatrist in training at a University Hospital. She suffers from unspecified delusions --- she claims to see visions of the future --- and schizophrenia --- she speaks with Minsoo’s voice from time to time -- though the latter has not been diagnosed officially.

02. historical verse.

Kim Mirae is the daughter of a famous underground rebel group leader during the Joseon dynasty. Due to coincidence, she saves a prince and is granted entrance to the palace to work as a close servant.

03. greek mythology verse.

Gods die when they are forgotten. Persephone has faded away and in her place, Hades tricks a human woman to stay with him.

She is spring flowers and summer rain. He taints her white with all the black of the underworld.

Amongst the living, she is a child, but in the underworld, she is a queen.

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[oculvus]

allyargents:

who wakes the other one up with kisses

who cooks for who

who is the morning person/night person

who is the romantic one

who is the top when it comes to sex

who would lead in ballroom dancing

who is the more cuddly one

who is the one to most likely pick the movie they watch

who is the one who would pay for dates

who is the one who would initiate a quicky

[clevergirlhelps]

How to write an effective fight scene?

Know what’s going on. Alternately, keep track of all your body parts. It’s astounding how many heroes can punch the villain in the face while they’re locked in a death grip. Where did that extra arm come from? If you must, borrow a really good friend and make them walk through it with you. Offer baked goods as an incentive. You should also learn about actually fighting, and for that, you should check out this blog. Also, keep track of the environment. Is it icy? Someone’s going to slip. Dusty? An excellent diversion if cast in someone’s eyes. Woodland? Someone is going to trip over a log/be bashed into a tree/impaled with a stick. 

Descriptions should be simple. This is possibly the worst place for purple prose. Fight scenes should be fast and exciting, and contain a smooth flow of action or ideas. Extraneous words will really weigh down your scene. I want to read about hitting and breaking bones and stuff, not about how blue the sky is (although for some reason colors always seem more vivid after I’ve had a few knocks).

There are three kinds of fights. The one where everyone is evenly match, the one where you own the battlefield, and the one where you get your ass handed to you. You can usually tell which one it’s going to be in the opening blows. Write your character’s emotions and approach to the fight accordingly. For example, if the character knows they’re about to lose horrendously, they might just throw themselves into it in an effort to make something of themselves before they’re pounded into the dust.

Read more here.

[soojoo]

mina: i’m a filthy bitch. meet someone better. daegil: who’s better than the girl who saved my life? i’m not a great man yet. but if a gambler quits gambling, isn’t that great?

[900729]

[Scan] Shin Se Kyung for ELLE 14’

cr: SSK DC

[cchilyoja]

It wasn’t supposed to turn out like this, this was definitely not in the plan. And it all happened so fast, that there was no time to waste on thinking about anything else other than escaping. Unfortunately, it wasn’t just him that had to disappear for the time being, but he had dragged her into this. The relatively calm hospital had turned into a battlefield, well almost. The other shoe had almost dropped, but luckily, if he had any, to begin with, ahjumma had managed to warn him a few minutes before everything went sideways. Somehow, they had found that he’d be here at the hospital, and how much exactly they knew about his reason wasn’t completely clear, but that would be something that he’d have to find answers to later. Mirae was unfortunately dragged along into his world, while he was trying to pretend to be a part of hers.

 Knowing if he had left her behind, she wouldn’t have been safe, Jung-hoo somewhat explained why she had to go with him, and now they were outside of the city. It was important to put as much distance between them and the men that were now after both of them. And ahjumma had arranged everything already. He’ll drive to Danwon-gu, it’s far enough from Seoul and more importantly, there was a safe place there, a house that was more or less abandoned for the past fifteen years, but it was under ahjumma’s name, well one of her names anyway. Secluded enough, by the beach, with the closest neighbors being at least two kilometers away from the house.

 Jung-hoo didn’t speak much on their way there, not that he had any idea how he would explain any of the things that had happened so far, or how he really was, or the actual danger she was in, there were simply far too many questions, and those would have to come later. It was late at night when they finally arrived, the street lamps were sparse and didn’t help much as they used their cellphones after parking the car to find the front door and the key to it. The house was in better shape than he had imagined, there was a bit of dust, but it was a far cry from being a shed as he had expected it to be. There was one big living room with the kitchen attached to it, one bathroom and one bedroom. The fridge was full of fresh food and everything was prepared for them. That old lady really never disappoints. 

                        “You can take the bedroom I’ll sleep here in the living room.”

[freudism-blog1]

           He will hurt you, rings a voice in her head.

It’s an adrenaline rush that makes her act out of her norm. She pushes her foot into the pedal and gone are the tall men clawing at her blood-soaked colleague. The way he moves makes her realise just how little of it must have belonged to him. It happens in a split of a second. Time slows down, yet moves quicker than usual and leaves Mirae drowned in a paradox she has found herself in on multiple accounts. Bongsoo’s height is unusually threatening.

And for a moment again, he looks foreign in the white coat draping his body.

Blank.

Somewhen along the lines, they have switched. Bongsoo is the one who is driving. He has convinced her of the urgency of their situation. Or at least, she has made him believe he did. Past her window flashes a scenery that triggers a memory inside her and keeps Mirae at the edge of her seat. Her hands claw onto her keys until the sharp ends leave their temporary marks on her skin, but she does not mind.

There is a cloak of silence around the two.

She has no words for the man who has pretended to be part of her world but has done nothing but bringing her into his instead.

           He will hurt you, rings the voice again. It replays like a broken record player. Her consciousness has failed her before, and she would not let it slip one more time. She has to find the signs, deescalate, get into his mind before he gets into hers. That is her only way of surviving this man who has been nothing but lies and big smiles to her.

But the white coat suits his body and leaves an aftertaste of disappointment. What has she expected?

Blank.

The place they arrive to is far away from anything she has ever called a home. A scream hitches in her throat, but Mirae wants to stay composed. From all she knows --- or doesn’t know --- he can be a dangerous man. And she realises, she hasn’t given him a single glance throughout their journey.

She traces maps into the dusty surface of a black counter before she blows the dust off her finger.  But her eyes are always occupied with something else.

“From the very first time I have seen you”, there is a short break in her voice which she conceals by casually leaning her back against a white wall. She sports confidence like nothing else, even if it is just pretence. After all, pretending is all she does in her everyday affairs. “I knew you are a quack.”

[tenyearcontract]

Reblog if you’re okay with rping shippy stuff without any smut

[freudism-blog1]

❛ Are you laughing at me? ❜ (Minho)

 @manticxre wished for a      sentence starter. CLOSED.

“Precisely.”

She moves her hand slightly, just enough to make the wine inside her glass twirl. The colour of blood shines right back at her when she brings the glass to take a sip.

“Sweetheart, you know there is not a single pastime I enjoy more than this.” A smirk pulls at the edge of her red lips. A stain of red is left behind on the smooth surface of her glass, her ocean blues linger for just a moment longer on it.

Mirae settles the glass onto the white table they both are seated at. The light is dim and reminds her of the many dates she has had with him that she would rather forget. “But lucky you, I’m growing out of this. It’s no fun to laugh at old, bitter men.”

[freudism-blog1]

' what are your thoughts on the psychology of children? their minds are most malleable at that tender age after all, no? '

There is a short moment of silence erupting when the question hits her consciousness. Mirae has had her reasons for why she does not want to specialise her field of work with children. Although there are psychiatric treatments for children developed, just like the rest of Psychiatry it is still in its baby shoes.

“Precisely”,  she begins and fixes the clipboard she has been carrying, between her side and arm.

“Psychology and especially Psychiatry are very young branches of medicine. It is easiest to diagnose and treat a patient when the part you are trying to treat is fully developed, paediatricians would tell you the same. The tricky part about human psychology, however, is that we cannot say when exactly it is that it is fully developed. Our identities – although shaped for the most part in our younger years – do not stop growing when we hit a certain age.”

With a click, she settles down her pen and leans against the counter. The nurses aren’t too pleased that she is taking so much time talking to the stranger.

“Developmental psychologist Jean Piaget actually touched upon that in his studies. Though I wouldn’t categorise it the same manner he does. The fact is, a lot of behaviour that counts as a symptom of any mental illness is actually very usual in children which make diagnosing and treating all the more difficult. Lucky, it is not the kind of headache-inducing conversation I have to indulge in for most of my career.”

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                                                           “ it’s always the shy, quiet ones ! ”