fate

and these weary eyes cast upon weary souls a whisper, an utterance, a promise so fragile "i will make you once more whole

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your breaths like water, i float upon them. a leaf torn by the autumn breeze moving from moment to...

find jun here now !! the blog’s still under heavy construction as i finish up bios but it’s tentatively open !

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your breaths like water, i float upon them. a leaf torn by the autumn breeze moving from moment to...

find jun here now !! the blog’s still under heavy construction as i finish up bios but it’s tentatively open !

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your breaths like water, i float upon them. a leaf torn by the autumn breeze moving from moment to...

find jun here now !! the blog’s still under heavy construction as i finish up bios but it’s tentatively open !

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important !!!!

jun will be moved to a multimuse ft older/newer muses !! said blog is currently under heavy co and won’t be opened for a bit longer, at least until everyone’s basic bios are done. i’ll be posting the link as soon as that’s all said and done !

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epigrvm

                《 ※ 》     GOOSEBUMPS ARE evident if arms were exposed, hairs standing on ends while his head is still turned towards the direction of his door. Chocolate hues shift from the other male’s features to the entryway of his office. The door was closed, but never locked, seeing how there never was a need to. Especially during usual business hours at the studio. People came in and out without knocking at times anyways, so there was no use in the lock. For some reason, now he regrets not securing the door and making sure no one could get in or out. Perhaps it’s just the janitors, but judging from the time, they weren’t usually here until later. His thoughts conjure up any other possibility, avoiding the potential notion that perhaps there was something there and not so much someone.  ❝  Should — should I go look ? Y’know, in case it’s not the pipes or the cleaning lady.   ❞ Swallowing thickly, the brunette bites down on his lower tier a little while after, nerves running high. A xacto knife wouldn’t suffice in this situation if it were in fact a spirit’s doing. 

     it’s a subtle change in atmosphere that holds jun’s attention, dragging dark gaze from his friend’s profile to the door ; he can’t see what lays beyond it but he just knows what’s lingering on the opposite side, what’s demanding his complete and utter attention. it takes willpower he only just barely has to turn back to sangcheol, perpetual frown permanently affixed to countenance ( he’ll blame it on his anxiety, his insomnia, and not at all on the presence that has attracted both of their attentions ). “no, don’t do that ! that’s how you die in horror movies.” chances are his friend will get spooked by a translucent figure or by a sudden loud noise instead of getting attacked or injured, but he doesn’t want the other to risk it ; he doesn’t want to be left alone, not when a spirit is so close by. “let’s just hurry up and go, okay ?” a soft plea crumbles on tongue as he chances another look at the door, as if expecting it to fly open under a gust of preternatural wind.

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                  the ghosts swarm, they speak as one person                        each loves you, each has left something                                                         UNDONE.

an indie & selective psychic character as penned by miko !! ↻ to spread the word ✚ for a new writing partner ❤ for a small starter

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epigrvm

                 《 ※ 》     A BICKERING roar rumbles in the pit of his stomach, his mind dancing around the image of cupcakes. An embarrassed flush of pink forms on his cheeks and teeth dig into the lower part of his tiers. Softly, a chuckle surfaces and he attempts to mask the chagrin by nodding his head and emitting a loud ❛  mm  ❜ in the walls of his mouth.  ❝  Well you know me, hardly leaving my studio unless I honestly have to. Didn’t even realize the sun was setting until you came.  ❞ Which wasn’t exactly a good thing, especially if suggestions were one should take a break between long hours in front of a computer. On his features, a guilty smile forms before a loud sound instantly makes Sangcheol jump. Heart racing and expression clearly displaying shock and a hint of terror, he turns around to face Junho. ❝  What was that ?  ❞

     laughter comes unbidden, abrupt and short, upon hearing the damning rumble of an empty stomach, gaze lifting to settle on his friend’s profile, silhouetted by the brightness of his screen. it doesn’t come as a surprise to hear sangcheol hasn’t moved much from his spot at his desk, though the familiar worry that trickles down his spine is as prominent as ever. “you need an alarm to tell you to eat and walk around.” he’s tempted to swipe his friend’s phone to set such an alarm, though any potential plans are dashed when a chill runs down his spine and a loud noise sounds - jun struggles to hide the annoyance, the exhaustion, that threatens to appear on his features, glancing from the door to meet the other’s shocked gaze. “the pipes settling ?” he knows better, knows that there’s some stuck spirit wandering nearby, and he suddenly would rather order food than go out. “it’s probably nothing, sangcheol.” but even jun can hear the way his voice ticks up in an obvious lie.

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     “i’m an adult,” jun says by way of explanation of the tray of fresh cookies he’s pulling free from the oven to set upon the stove to cool at half past one in the morning. he doesn’t look to his friend until he’s slid in the second tray of cookies and has set a timer on his phone, setting device down and leaning against the counter with a huff. “i’ll let you be the first to try it.” he’s conveniently ignoring the fact he’s baking when he should be sleeping.

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lxnehxre

Out of all of the animals that tokki had ever been called, guinea pig was not one of them. It immediately has the bun’s head popping up from his phone. When he was something other than ‘bun’, he knew to pay attention. “guinea pig? for– oooh.” device forgotten in a second, he’s taking a big bite out of the pastry. he was used to sweets, used to having that flavor on his tongue, so when he’s tasting the cranberry, it surprises him. There was a lot of it, but all of it together has the bun nodding. “It’s a little much? bu’ remember, i carry a pocket full a sugar all tha time.” literally. he had suckers and other hard candy in his pocket at this moment. “i like it. even with all a cranberry, its good. wha’ ya doin’ this for? autumn, or tha holiday?” another bite of the cranberry filled pastry fills his mouth.

     amusement threatened to break features as the other immediately abandoned his phone for his pastry, satisfaction already thrumming in veins at the action ( though he knew the other had a notorious sweet tooth, it was still a nice thought his pastries were just that enticing ). jun leaned his weight upon the counter and watched the other, head bobbing as mind made a note to adjust the level of cranberry in his next batch. “i’ll get a second opinion before i switch the amount up.” maybe he could convince his roommate to try this batch. “but good, even you and your sweet tooth like it, which means i’m doing something right.” he turned towards the miscellaneous mixing bowls and molds and packages, looking for his little notepad with the recipe doodled on it among the mess. “yes and no ? this is specifically for thanksgiving since i didn’t want to do something pumpkin flavored because that’s always available during fall. but i’m running out of other ingredients besides cranberry - and i’m not really going to bake a turkey pastry.” not unless it was a meat pie, and the coffee shop didn’t sell those.

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scftkiss

                         ❛   BEING THE BEST PASTRY CHEF has nothing with also being the best froster. next time you should call me and i could help out so you’re not the only one with stained fingertips.   ❜   he says as he watches the other move around his kitchen, elbows leaned against the table where sat at patiently. it makes him happy to see the faint grin on his lips, it takes a moment to exaggerate an expression of fear on his face.   ❛   licorice legs and creepy cinnamon eyeballs   ?   i don’t think i’ll be able to handle it, you might just have to take them off for me   !   i have the worst case of arachnophobia ever   !   ❜   while yes, soori did have a mild fear of the eight legged creatures, it wouldn’t scare him, simply going along with jun’s antics. there’s a chuckle tumbling from his heart-shaped lips mere seconds later, finding amusement in their unique moments. he’d never trade his friendship with jun for anything, always enjoying being around the younger.

     “try telling that to my manager.” he understands the logic but that still doesn’t mean he’s happy about it. gaze slides to meet soori’s for a moment, amusement quirking corner of lips: “will you accept payment in the form of free drinks, made by yours truly ?” having the older’s help while frosting would definitely ease jun’s workload, but he has a sneaking suspicion they might use more frosting in jest than in decoration. the grin upon lips widens the slightest bit, pearly whites beginning to show. “oh ? don’t you worry, hyung, i’ll protect you from the big bad spider.” as if on cue, the microwave dings and jun moves to pull free the warmed cupcake, sitting it upon the counter. “but don’t you think the spider’ll be scarier without its legs and eyes ??” fingers hover over one licorice leg, fully prepared to protect the older.

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epigrvm

                  《 ※ 》     SLENDER DIGITS move swiftly across the keyboard, light clacks from his keystrokes resonating in their eardrums as he finishes up what’s left. ❝  All right, all right. Just gotta save it.  ❞ Though, he had sad that same phrase about five minutes ago as well. He meant it this time   sort of.  Trying to ease his friend’s mind and stomach, he attempts to make some more conversation while keeping his concentration completely on the final touches to the design. ❝  How’s your day been — anything exciting happen today  ?  ❞

     amusement makes a brief appearance on features, nodding dismissively ; he knows his friend well, knows sangcheol only finishes his work when he’s been short of being dragged away from the computer, but jun’s willing to let the repetitive claims go this time, as he’s not keen to hit the streets when activity is spiked. “oh the usual - long shift, frosting a million and one cupcakes, dealing with customers.” avoiding the spirits wandering the earth goes completely unsaid. “have you left your studio at all today ?” worry creases his brow briefly, gaze flickering to his friend’s form, silhouetted by the computer screen.

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scftkiss

                         CHUCKLING THE MALE CAN’T HELP but feel bad and humoured by it, the obvious stain of faint orange and purple on the pads of his fingers. junho always managed to get soori chuckling or smiling brightly, even if it was purposely done or not.   ❛   you poor thing, they should get someone else to do the pastries, especially when it gets close to the holidays. but thank you jun-ssi for saving me a spooky spider cupcake.   ❜   there he goes, smiling so brightly that his lips form into the shape of a heart, knowing just how good the sweets junho made.   ❛   best dongsaeng ever.   ❜

     he should be more disgruntled that soori’s so easily amused but, really, all the psychic can do is roll his eyes at the older and scrunch his nose up ; at least someone is getting amusement out of this. “i’m the best pastry chef so they think i’m also the best froster.” but it’s a nice rhythmic job that helps pass the long hours of his shift, so jun can’t really complain too much ( that won’t get him to stop, though ). “the very best - you’re welcome.” jun’s sour mood disappears when he sees the other’s bright grin ; leave it to soori to ease jun’s annoyance, mild as it was. the psychic move around his kitchen to grab and warm up the cupcake in question, turning to level a faint grin on the older ; tone pitches into scary warbles when he speaks, “i hope you don’t mind the licorice legs or the creepy cinnamon eyeballs.”

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     slitted eyes blink open languidly, lazily, “come on, cheol. the pho place is gonna close real soon.” but the psychic is in no apparent rush to get up from the couch, burrowing deeper into the cushions rather than sitting up. it’s nice, hanging around his friend, listening to him work ; it’s background noise, a way to stay out of his head, especially when he’s come across a spirit ( and he comes across them often now that halloween is getting closer ).

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@crushrushed !!

     “is it november yet ??” jun’s had a perpetual migraine assailing his temples since mid october, and the closer it gets to halloween, the worse it grows ; he’s made it a habit of going straight home from running errands or going to work, as he’s not risking having an episode in the middle of the street.

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@lxnehxre !!

     “here -- come be my guinea pig.” cooling pastry was set upon the counter and pushed across to the other, expectant gleam within gaze ; he was ordered by his boss to start creating themed pastries for thanksgiving, and jun had been experimenting with cranberry flavored everything in his pursuit of a few sweets to present to his boss when he next went in. “is there too much cranberry or not enough ?”

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@scftkiss !!

     “i think my fingers are permanently stained orange.” he’s staring disdainfully down at the aforementioned digits, pads of fingers a faint orange and purple from frosting too many cupcakes to keep count of. sometimes he hates the being in charge of pastries at the coffee shop, especially when the holidays roll around. “come christmas they’ll be stained red and green.” little dismissive sigh flutters past lips, nose scrunching faintly. “but i saved you a spooky spider cupcake. i’d warm it up for about 30 seconds so it’ll taste extra gooey and chocolatey.”