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When can we get together again? Myungsoo // 23. ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ ✩ xander

[changjeo]

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[songofiaras]

how to tell if a faerie is nearby

soft, chiming bells

a strong scent of grass, apples, or wild violets

strange, haunting, jovial music

mysterious giggling that comes out of thin air

mushroom circles

large patches of four-leaf clovers

you are followed by a crow or a raven

tiny knots in your hair

[ukisspress]

110212 Open Concert CR:Seez Do Not Edit

[5000letters]

To lie in the warm expanse of your back, to kiss those sun-speckled freckles, to be warm and gentle together, to drink you into honey. That’s all.

Azra.T ”Holy Monday” after “Deer Tracks" by Richard Brautigan  (via 5000letters)

[luminalina]

[text]: oh how you tempt me…

[text]: if you promise me some hot chocolate with little baby marshmallows (and not to snot all over me) I’ll come rescue you.

[geniesoo-blog]

[ sms ] : I solemnly promise

[ sms ] : the kettle is on

[geniesoo-blog]

rimver:

             ❝ That really was an accident!                  You don’t think I did it on                      purpose, do you..? ❞

"Yeah, I can appreciate that you accidentally forgot,            of course,            but,            I don't know, I thought, uhm,            I was important enough to you, for you to not forget?            If that makes sense?

           Whatever, it's done:            I'm sad but I'm not mad.

[dirty-kimmyungsoo]

ur my slave now btw

[geniesoo-blog]

wait what

[gypsymindtrick]

Visit Original Link

[dirty-kimmyungsoo]

minimum wage is 10 bucks gotta feed the slaves somehow

[geniesoo-blog]

damn dirty kimmyungsoo tellin it how it is

[mivra-blog]

Ah not yet. I made sure she ate before I do. I have to go grocery shopping after work today… Have you eaten? Maybe we can grab a bagel or something.

[geniesoo-blog]

I haven't had a bagel in so long; yes, let's go grab one. I've, uh, forgotten how they taste. Haha, how embarrassing. 

[dirty-kimmyungsoo]

thatll be 50 bucks

[geniesoo-blog]

woah what why are your prices so inflated

[geniesoo-blog]

Knowing your partner well makes writing together a lot easier. Tag this with the people you enjoy roleplaying with but want to get to know better.

Repost — don’t reblog.

tagged by: xivolu

tagging: jaejjn, dirty-kimmyungsoo, kimxnarix, linaxiii ( + anyone who sees this on their dash and wonders why they never get tagged for anything. ) ( oh, and feel free to ignore this if you want uhh... )

BASICS: 

name: Jay (but you can call me a rebel without a cause tbh); DJ age: 24 preferred pronouns: They/Them; He/Him sexuality: Bisexual zodiac sign: Sagittarius taken or single: Liam Neeson

EXPERIENCE:

how long (months/years?): Uhhh... I think it's just over 3 years on tumblr this year (not taking breaks into account). 5 years since Gaia, roughly.  how’d you start: On Gaia! I found an RP thread and it was really confusing at first ––I thought everyone was cat-fishing–– but I got the hang of forums and wow. Crazy fun. Maybe it's me viewing things through a nostalgia-tinted lens lmao but yeah Gaia was amazing. Uh, I made a personal tumblr and naturally found the RP population a little later. Did HP, Disney & Marvel rp on this site for a couple of months, got bored. And then Myungsoo was my very first ever 'open' muse and 'krp' muse, made in 2013.  best experience: Wow wow where to start. On this account? Cohana was pretty wild. That was the first time I felt a distinct sense of community on this website, yeah.

MUSE PREFERENCES:

female or male: I like exploring male & non-binary characters.  multi or single: Single. I did try a 1x1 blog once and wow, it was a super difficult time. I guess it's my mindset: for me there's one icon, one dp, and even the blog layout and design can only reflect one character at most. Props to those who can manage multi-muse accounts, definitely.

WRITING PREFERENCES:

fluff, angst or smut: Everything! Ah, I'm a sucker for the fantasy genre –– and all the fluff and angst that comes with it. plots or memes: Memes. long or short replies: Both. best time to write: Early evening (I'm on GMT rn btw).  do you like your muse(s): Yes! I guess that's why I return to them, an attachment of some sort. I think Myungsoo has an innocence that's endearing, borderline childish but not quite. Someone once said he's like a Disney character with 4th wall awareness and I agree. He's pretty developed too and I have to seriously think before I write because of it. Safe to say the Myungsoo I started roleplaying two years ago isn't really the same Myungsoo I'm roleplaying now. Makes everything, erm, engaging? I mean, our characters actually grow constantly. And, to me, it's wild to watch lmao

[hvisibility]

STRESS RELIEF GRADIENT PHOTOSET 2  COLOR THEORY  2014 

[luminalina]

[text]: blegh

[text]: Oh you beg??? Now this is getting interesting :)

[text]: Got the chocolate and can possibly manage the something animated. What am I getting in return? Aside from the knowledge that I’m a lovely helpful person ^^

[text]: no really though

[geniesoo-blog]

[ sms ] : er my company? 

[ sms ] : that's p. much it ngl

[ sms ] : & something warm to drink too er yeah

[luminalina]

[text]: That’s disgusting.

[text]: I may have just rescinded my offer of help.

(a few minutes later)

[text]: Is it really that bad?

[geniesoo-blog]

[ sms ] : drowning in tissues

[ sms ] : in dire need of chocolate & something animated

[ sms ] : pls i beg

[geniesoo-blog]

dirty-kimmyungsoo oh wow... what is... this... 

[xivolu-blog-deactivated20170604]

❝ Myungsoo, Myungsoo —the first is Korean, the others are not. Mixture is curious and musical, re-re-reminds of thin white deserts and miragelike oasis, of d-drums and delightful dancers wearing g-g-gold and singing to gods for r-r-rain and a better place in a future life —I like it, I like it. ❞ 

      There’s a smile on his lips and it’s broken, crooked —doe eyes almost always on the verge of tears because he knew nothing else and nothing else he seemed to be destined to know, eerie game of glasslike opacity and wetness; his broken speech and his fluent prose acting like fire as it eternally lulls and keeps away whatever creature seemed to wander by chance where he was. His hands are nervous as they torture the pen he was using, stills of ink coaxing on fragile complexion like the wounds and the gruesome, precise cuts of that serial killer he brought to life in that chapter the other wanted to read this much. There’s a smile on his lips but it’s tiny, and almost vanished when his head shook and let the short, pinkish locks to dance along with imaginary wind.

❝ When she to-took me away she said the sky was burning like when it’s d-dawn and that my eyes were as wide scared as a deer’s —Lu Han, my name is Lu Han, and it’s easy to forget, and I don’t care. Humans are egotists, I know that well, my b-body does —sometimes deluding o-o-ourselves that collectivism is part of our kin may help, but we k-k-k-know the truth, and the truth is that no one comes when you ask for help, no one —I know, I know, I felt it, I lived it and still live it and I forgot it because it’s nice living inside a de-delusion, it’s like a bu-bubble frozen by the wintry breeze. ❞

[geniesoo-blog]

"Uhm..."

What can he say? How can he contend, when all he knows is kindness and goodwill and the softest edges of human care––

As a babe his feet were doused in myrrh, flecks of gold carelessly littered in his finger paint: never hungry, never cold, never needy nor lonely. Aamir, the first boy, the last boy, the sweetest baby boy. All his memories are warm and candied butter, the nostalgia of skipping over hot sand and sweaty palms flat against his, lithe gentle fingers interlaced with his, the full set of his beloveds that consistently gleamed white. And kisses––! Infectious kisses that alleviated all bad from the world and quietened the Russian gunfire. 

When he called, they always came. They still come. When his mouth opened, they were always there to help. They are still there to help. Granted, a few of his deepest secrets and a couple of simple truths can knock down the fragile house of cards his family resides in, but, still. He is a well kept secret and his situation cannot truly compare to another's... Truthfully, Myungsoo cannot even imagine knowing enough about evil to instinctively stir a spirit of cynicism within when the human race is involved. Too much, however not all, of his life is kindness, a kindness he aims to reciprocate daily.

They are from two different spheres. His life is not a lie, no. Lu Han insinuates that it is. This makes him uncomfortable and he can't say why.

"I wouldn't, uh, say, that um people being, uh, nice is a delusion, exactly. You're underestimating the power of compassion and love."