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@gextaemin
Confusion engulfs the younger as she tries to assess what is currently happening, looking at the stranger with her big brown eyes, nodding a few times at the other’s words. At first, she doesn’t know what to make of his response, before soon deciding on letting it go anyway, realizing she probably didn’t want to know anything that the stranger wanted to hide. “Hm,” she hums in response, nodding a few times, “alright, then. Oh, I’m Soojung, by the way. Jung Soojung.” The girl introduces, extending her hand out to the other.
His smile widens in response, taking her hand in his to give it a polite shake in greeting. He notes the uncertainty in her tone, which makes him appreciate the lack of questions all the more deeply. "Yeah, Soojung sshi, thank you. I'm Lee Taemin." His own name has grown to taste foreign on his tongue, but he isn't to introduce himself as a devil to a wide-eyed stranger right after interrupting her for attention. "And, uh, sorry for bothering, I didn't mean to." His hand drops back, three of his fingers protectively sliding into the pocket that contains the won bills he'd cheated out of the man who is still probably fuming after his neck, and he assumes a relaxed stance, the pretense of serenity occasionally cracking as he steals hurried glances over his shoulders.
Let’s play “Never Have I Ever”. Cross out all of the things that you have done. You might just see that there are people just like you out there.
Sexual
Never have I ever kissed a girl.
Never have I ever kissed a boy.
Never have I ever had sex.
Never have I ever fallen in love.
Never have I ever cheated on someone.
Never have I ever been cheated on.
Life
Never have I ever gotten into a fight.
Never have I ever done something illegal.
Never have I ever gotten wasted.
Never have I ever used an illegal drug.
Never have I ever snuck out.
Never have I ever stolen something.
Never have I ever vandalized something.
Never have I ever lost a family member due to death.
Never have I ever been in a life or death situation.
Never have I ever been arrested.
Never have I ever been fired from a job.
Emotions
Never have I ever been kept up at night due to guilt.
Never have I ever laughed so hard I cried.
Never have I ever cried myself to sleep.
Never have I ever wished that I was someone else.
Never have I ever wanted to kill myself.
Never have I ever tried to kill myself.
Never have I ever felt like an outcast.
Never have I ever wanted to do something just so I would fit in.
Friendships
Never have I ever ruined my friendship with someone.
Never have I ever had a friend leave me for other people.
Never have I ever been kicked out of a friend group.
Never have I ever wanted to fuck one of my friends.
Never have I ever been friendless.
School
Never have I ever failed a test.
Never have I ever cut class.
Never have I ever had to eat alone.
Never have I ever failed a course.
Never have I ever been suspended.
Never have I ever received detention.
Never have I ever dropped out of school.
79|100 photos of my bias; Lee Taemin
Hearing the other boy’s words, Soojung contemplates for a bit before answering the male hesitantly. “I don’t think so. Why—is anything wrong?”
At first, relief washes over him in pleasant, slow tides, letting his muscles relax before he finally turns around to look both ways -- he'd lost him. Then, as he turns to thank the kind soul that offered him aid, he swallows, producing a small smile to make it for the rather abrupt encounter. "Oh, nothing," he answers in the obvious way that sounds like a blatant lie to the least attentive of ears, "just being careful. You never know what you might find in the city. Thank you for the help, though..." he trails off, as if just realizing he couldn't possibly know a perfect stranger's name, letting an inquiring gaze form the unpoken question, hopefully.
You don’t understand. If we RP together, I want you to wake me up at 5am with ideas. I want to lose sleep over the fact that they’ve broken up, I want the manips, I want the chatzys, I want the broken heart and the tears. I want all of that. Its part of the experience of falling in love with RP, and its why I started the whole thing in the first place.
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Jumpy, she is. It's the kind of thing that stirs intrigue in those who have a keener sight. Taemin is far from one of those people, always with his thoughts stuck elsewhere, but the brief moment their eyes had crossed the second before he'd made his way over, he's reminded of that girl, that girl from years ago, with the sweet smile and the confusing words that never failed to draw him in on those warm afternoons in southern Seoul. It's a disappointment, only a small one, to realize it couldn't be her -- and it was so stupid of his to make the mistake in the first place -- but it clears when he catches the nervousness in the chuckle she forces. He blinks and tries a smile of his own, tipping his head slightly as he seizes her for the fraction of time they share.
He notices the glistening object that had slipped from her fingers upon the haste of ther encounter, picking it up from the floor to give the phone a once over and confirm no apparent harm done.
"Oh, I know what that feels like," he answers, apology lingering on his tone. "But, uh, really, sorry if I gave you a fright there. Here you go," he says as he returns her the phone, unsure why he still insists in search for something in her eyes. He would tell himself it's suspicion -- bullshit. What he seeks in the brown orbs, he knows fully well, are nothing but tired ghosts, anguished by his refusal to allow them due rest.
Alexithymia
n. The inability to verbalize your emotions or lack of emotional response. Difficulty in experiencing, expressing, and describing emotion. A failure to express feelings either verbally or non-verbally, especially when talking about issues that would normally require an emotional response. Poor modulation of feelings, significantly reduced intensity in emotional expression. (via cesterae)
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7. my muse in nothing but a towel
There had been a few odd things, strange little noises as he showered, soft thuds and creaking hinges, but he dismissed them as doings of his usually boisterous neighbours. Even as he patted on slippery bare soles the short distance between the bathroom and his room, nothing seemed out of ordinary (he never checked, but still, normality prevailed in the short vision field the trip allowed him of the living room). It isn’t until he’s made it into his room, rummaging through the clothes scattered over the mess he dares call bed that he hears the distinct footsteps, along with the click of a turning doorknob.
“What the fuck,” he turns with a start, wet bangs flying off his eyes to blend back with his hair. Quick instincts be blessed, he manages to reach for the bigger of his two pocket knives, the first instrument he casts his eyes on, unfolding the blade as he faces the fellow male, holding onto his towel to cover his hips. Needless to say, it’s the least intimidating he’s felt in a lifetime, but it should do — it kind of has to. “What the fuck?”
Your muse breaks into my muses room, what do they find?
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( mixture of angst, nsfw, fluff, etc )
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Hᴀᴠᴇ ʏᴏᴜ ʜᴇᴀʀᴅ ᴛʜᴇ ᴛᴀʟᴇ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ɢʀᴇᴀᴛ Kɪɴɢ Aʀᴛʜᴜʀ﹖ Bᴏᴜɴᴅ ʙʏ sᴇᴄʀᴇᴛs ᴀɴᴅ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴅs. Pᴀssᴇᴅ ᴅᴏᴡɴ ғʀᴏᴍ ᴏɴᴇ ᴛᴏ ᴛʜᴇ ɴᴇxᴛ ﹣ ᴀɴsᴡᴇʀs ᴘᴏssᴇssᴇᴅ ʙʏ ᴀ ᴍʏsᴛɪᴄᴀʟ ᴍᴀsᴋ Tʜᴇ sɪʟᴇɴᴛ ᴀʟʟᴜʀᴇ ᴏғ ᴡɪᴄᴋᴇᴅ ᴛᴇᴍᴘᴛᴀᴛɪᴏɴ﹐ sʟᴏᴡʟʏ ᴄʜᴜʀɴɪɴɢ ᴡɪᴛʜɪɴ ᴀ ғʀᴀᴄᴛᴜʀᴇᴅ ᴍɪɴᴅ ﹣ Aʜ﹐ ᴛʜᴇ ғᴇsᴛɪᴠɪᴛʏ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴄᴏᴜʟᴅ ʙᴇ ʜᴀᴅ.
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Independent literate knight AU/OC for Jonghyun (“Cadeyrn”) Kim
Mun lives for crossovers and slipping muse into other verses.
Multi-everything pretty much.
Will do anything from one liners to para and novella.
Skype and AIM available upon request.
Uses gifs/icons/formatting etc but will be happy not to for your thread if you prefer I don’t.
Around 9 years of roleplay experience, 5+ as Jjong. Mun is of age.
Mun is a big dork and is making grabby hands at you all (bear with slowness though, life gets in the way sometimes and motivation tends to be fickle!).
❝ If I had a world of my own, everything would be nonsense. ❞
Bae Suji, better known as Suzy, may look like your ordinary nineteen year old university student studying Psychology at Yonsei University. However, not everything is as it seems. As a jackof all trades, master of none, her true specialty lies at being a con artist.
Need to hire her for a stealthy job? Head on over to Wonderland, a family owned tavern located in the heart of Seoul, and follow the “White Rabbit" down the rabbit hole into Underland. Careful though, you must be mad or else you won’t come out alive.
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❝I just want to exist quietly.❞
⌊ Selective mutism (se-lec-tive myo͞ot-izəm) is an anxiety disorder in which a person who is physically capable of speaking is unable to do so in certain situations or to specific people. ⌉
"Are you ready, Luhan?"
A startled soft gaze looks at the psychiatrist, gentle fingers nervously creasing down the blank pages of the notebook resting on his lap.
“Just do it how we agreed, it’s alright.”
Luhan looked at the white pages, they look beautiful blank, though. His cold trembling fingers reached for the black pen sitting on the table, a small sigh escaping his soft lips. He began to write it down, word after word was crossed out because it was wrong— it didn’t sound right. Luhan pressed the tip of the pen harder into the paper— another word scribbled out by a dark stain. He clenched the pen in between his fingers, the words were lost. There’s too many people— too many. Luhan licked his lips, eyelids fluttering nervously. Too many, too many, too many, too man—
"Luhan!"
His breathing slowed down, Luhan closed his eyes shut.
"Think about what you want to tell them."
Luhan’s grip on the pen softened. His eyelashes fluttered open, sight falling on the black stains on the pages. He breathed out, a hand turning the page into more blank paper. Luhan pressed the pen into the white sheet, words carefully being written down with gentle ink. The male read down, his nervous gaze hesitating before handing the notebook over.
⌊ “My name is Lu Han. I moved to Seoul three weeks ago, and it’s difficult making… friends acquaintances. I can’t talk right now, but there are times when I will be able to. I promise you it won’t be long, so if you could please reblog or follow, and I will try my best to speak to you.” ⌋
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In the absence of light darkenss prevails.
There is power in bisecting lines. Stand at a crossroads and feel the thrum of energy in the ninety degree angles. Listen. Preternatural dramas all around you. The city is a honeycomb of horror, each cell barely cognizant of the others. Black feathers in a playground. The odd stain on the sidewalk. The flicker-flash of a winged thing in the headlights. The vagrant holding a wriggling bag. The moans from the apartment above.
As you read these words, a scene unfolds. Close. An alley. A neon cross shines in the distance. A monster writhes, broken and bloody, on the pavement. Its teeth gnash. It looks up into the eyes of its assailant, and a cross reflects back in the crucifixion glow.
To pray devoutly. To prey mercilessly.
The hands folded serenely drip with blood. Even monsters have bogeymen.
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