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@gongyoohooo
OC * Selective * Multiverse * Multiship
Once more into the unknown, in search of wisdom so deep, for love may prevail. Once more into the unknown, unsure of such footing steep, nary a path not frail. Once more into the unknown, as calamities slowly creep, hold ground to assail. Once more into the unknown, certain promises to keep, azure skin set to scale.
“ Hold my hand, dearest, tight For ‘morrow is a breath away Sleep now ‘til warmth and light Let the monster come out to play ”
Tempo Rift * self (acrostic)
Question not the thrill of the echo, echo, and echo Unless one finds themselves in trouble with good faith, In devotion as good sister, in the holiest water we bathe Ne'er a time to think, to breathe, to see the Roman-Greco Nay, for even the closest haunt their own, like a wicked wraith
Even now, it deepens its cuts and its bruises Live life so stringent yet prudent, good student Inescapable despair in mere moments, it abuses Sing now or forever hold your breath, she chooses Earn repose in quarter-notes, so musically impudent
The graduation that soothes and orchestrates How might one disappear in the dead of the night? And what might one bring to fake one's own death? That spoon, two drums, three beats, and four measures Come hither and hum away any and all your displeasures Here lies I, who stands weak, tall, and out of breath Every second in rhythm with my personal delight Run free, strum strings, whistle for she awaits
@godlessgrl
Open: anyone Plot: Yoo promised to accompany you to pick up some things.
"Aiyah, we're here." The beating sun shone through the store's windows, gleaming on bits of woodwork and furnishings alike. Dreading earlier today like no other, he found some solace in finally spending the afternoon not face-deep in scribbled paperwork nor sheet screens. His eyes twitch as they make an adjustment, the dim and dusty atmosphere before them now making its presence known through the familiar fumes of day-old couches and refurbished mattresses. Unexplainable excitement hit him, unable to determine whether his age was catching up to him or the simple ambiance was wrapping him in a feeling of home.
He jutted right and hopped onto a serene green bedding with matching pillows, almost pleasing his desire to just relax for the rest of the afternoon. He sighed. "What did you want to get here again?" A relaxed yet puzzled expression overcame him as he asked his companion, "A table, no?" His eyes widened as he shot straight up with a more concerned look, gripping the sheets below him. "It can't be a mattress, right? This would never fit in my car." Scratching the top of his head, Yoo scrunched his nose, pondering the thought of how to fit a king-, let alone a queen-sized mattress in the SUV.
open to : anyone ! location : outside of a college campus , katie is a student and just got out of class - your muse could be taking classes as well or on campus for any other reason ! @indiestarter find katie's full biography here !
katie always had a strange feeling that she needed to save something - or someone. there has never been a day where she hasn’t found a stray cat or dog and taken them to an animal shelter, trying to find their potential owner, or taken them home for the night. katie sat on the edge of the sidewalk, running her hands down the back of a small orange tabby cat, the vibrations of the cat’s purring lifting a smile onto her lips. she had seen this stray around the campus before, rubbing against people’s legs and sleeping underneath the shade of a tree. katie started making it a habit to bring a can of cat food with her, feeding the cat and building a bond between the two. her heart wouldn’t allow her to leave the poor thing alone. she felt the presence of another come close to her, her baby blue eyes looking up from being glued to the cute cat. “he’s cute, isn’t he? he’s been roaming around campus all semester.”
He is cute... Eyes scorned the tabby's stripes as Yoo relished in their history. His time at the campus often was disrupted by such a tiny feline, distracting his fellow colleagues and aspiring students. Officially, it had earned the tutor's subtle distate and slight aversion. A congested chuckle escaped him, "Heh, I have seen him around here and there." Honestly, everywhere. Outside of reminiscing about a dreary cat, he recognized her, unsure what name to put to the familiar face. However, he realized exactly what she is doing, donning a quick scowl before composing himself.
"You really shouldn't feed it," he chided. Concern filled his thoughts for a moment, priding himself as her professional superior in the academic hierarchy by advising her what was best. "It's already being fed. In fact, I think the librarian, Ms. Lieder, just fed it half an hour ago... At this rate, he might get chunky from too much." It was a dry joke at best, but nonetheless, another chuckle arose from him. "Oh, where are my manners, Mr. Gong," he introduced himself, sticking out his arm and hand for her to take.
Panic Attack/ Comfort Starters
Panic attack
The sender is having a panic attack
"I-I can't... I can't control it."
"I-I can't breathe... everything's spinning..."
"I-I need to get out of here... please, I can't stay... it's too much..."
"N-noise... too much noise... I can't think... I need to..."
"I feel like I'm going to die..."
"I-I can't stop crying..."
"I'm sorry... I'm so sorry for falling apart like this..."
"I'm scared... I don't know what's happening..."
"I feel like I'm going to pass out..."
"I need to get out of here... I can't handle this..."
"I-I'm fine, just give me a moment. It's nothing..."
: "I'm okay, really... Just need a moment to... to collect myself..."
Comfort
The sender is comforting receiver having a panic attack
"Hey, hey, it's okay. Just breathe with me, alright? Nice and slow. You're safe here, I've got you."
"Tell me five things you can see, four things you can touch, three things you can hear, two things you can smell, and one thing you can taste."
"'You're not alone in this. Take your time; I'll wait."
"Let's count backwards from 100. One number at a time. You've got this."
"Shh, I know it feels overwhelming right now, but you're not alone. I'm right here beside you, and I'm not going anywhere."
"Focus on my voice, okay?"
"I'm right here beside you, holding your hand."
"Let's step outside for a moment. Take my hand, we'll get through this together."
Open: anyone Plot: Yoo has picked you up from somewhere and planned to take you home.
The pulsation emanated from his fingertips, easing the grip on their forearm. Reddened hues imprinted onto his company's skin, having the matching index and thumb for the crime, as if a guilty criminal to a chalk outline. "Stop touching anything," he demanded in crisp, monotone plea, breaking the soft beat of the radio, "Stop." His eyes averted from the road to meet theirs, unsure whether to believe any part of their alibi. This occurrence was their eighth this month, though Yoo had lost count after the third time.
"Tsk... tch," he angrily hissed, using a napkin and wiping away at the corner of their lip with his free hand before slamming his foot to cruise at the light. His shoulders eased, knowing their home was only a corner away, yet his hands squeezed the whining leather, struggling to keep his temper camouflaged any longer. At last, he parked, a deep sigh escaping him as he strummed his steering wheel once, then twice. "Why do you do this to me, hm?" His expression broke at the raise of a brow; fueled with mostly mild disappointment and a pinch of loving concern. "Well, we're here now," he said, taking in the familiar view of the entryway.
Hoping to establish presence here once again! Hopefully, I can appear in the tags soon and be able to send people some asks. I'll be working on trying to reach out to people and working on a starter perhaps, but if you see this, come say hello!
GONG YOO Ph. by Hong Jang Hyun for Esquire Korea (Sep. 2022)
happy lunar new year
@muliebritas [ [ Lilin & Yoo ] ]
“ To the endless blue skies, we can fly, The furthest of the depths, we can dive. Oh, how I long for that glisten in your eye. Is this what it’s like to find a love so alive? ”
Stevie Wonder - I Just Called To Say I Love You
@chovmbna
I just wanted to draw a loopy dragon goin back and forth and having their body overlap as it gets closer to the camera but then brain went bbbbbbbbbbb Wator
" it's a gift for the morrigan. " the druid smiles, placing his offering of herbs at the base of the magnificent tree before them. " you might say that we're good friends, she and i. "
His companion’s nonchalant outlook settles his nerves as he follows behind. Bittersweet scents waft in as they tease their flavorful aromas of candied decay. Wilted leaves crush under his steps as he makes way, cruising through a few other sights for the sore eyes. Gloomy melody of the wind sing their wails and absorb his heat, the lesser druid tightening his robes as he goes along with Eriel’s whims and demands. It does not take long for him to realize precisely where they now stand.
Before them looms the darkening tree of legends and lore, branching wide and reaching the limitless sky. Even in the cloudy atmosphere, the aura of such a living being removes the burden of the heavying weather. Hurriedly, he uncloaks his brown hood and adjusts his woven basket, feeling the obligation of greeting nature before them as if someone or something compels him. Watching the light locks of his fellow order droop as the gift is presented before it forms this lump in Yoo’s chest, unable to still himself as curiosity and wisdom both push him to ask for questions. Nonetheless, he bites his lip to hold his tongue, unsure whether such a time might be appropriate in this circumstance. He chuckles out of hesitance, “Hmhm, it seems to be a wonderful friendship indeed, brother Eriel.”
Thoughts swirl at his words though, knotting his stomach at the suggestion. Good friends? What ever could he mean... A sigh releases the tension building within, as he digs through the basket to at least lay an offering as well. He feels the curvature of his old boline against the new one he had received help with crafting earlier this week, feeling his spirit encourage him to showcase it to Eriel. “Here,” he steps forward to lay it beside the neatly set herbs, “I pray this may be enough to receive her guidance and protection.” Moving his gaze from the tool to his partner, he smiles and reminds him, “So, I suppose we should make way. We should accompany their travel while we can still catch them on the way.” Again, he looks up at the sky, presuming a time, “I am sure we can make it there before their departure.” A hand gestures to Eriel, insisting he lead on as usual.
@muliebritas
The Great Escape * Lilin
Continued from here ~♫
Masochistic as he is, Yoo stills feels the prodding pain of her words. In one swig goes down the clear bubbly liquid, reinforcing his composure. Do not run away. Thinking of solely her, he takes her hand, giving attention to each finger and massaging one by one as his gaze lowers at her words. This conversation having already been played over and over again as his desire to not talk about it anymore grows. You make it sound so dramatic, Lin. Grinning at her emphasis on killing him, he cozies up closer, giving her a peck on the cheek as her rebuttal continues, providing his ears, eyes, heart, and more at her inflection.
His chest rises in anticipation, letting out a sigh as she concludes and opening up the air for discussion. “You know, I beg to differ, Lin.” Rubbing his pant leg and running his sweaty palm over his knee and pocket, he squeezes her hand to signal a deep adoration, before apologizing for bringing up this topic once again, “I— am sorry to distress you. I did not mean to.” Parting her hair and tucking it behind her ear for a better look, he stares longingly, hoping to read even a part of her mind or soul and reaching out with sincerity. Providing a sense of reassurance, he pulls back with a contented smile, debating a thought deep in his mind. Perhaps, I should ask... no...
“What if I can give that to you? Provide that to you? What if,” he gestures a slow yet wide swing of his arm between them, “I let this be enough? Would you truly be happy?” Eyes well for a moment, though no tears fall, feeling the compassion as he pauses for a few seconds and fighting back the urge to choke at his words. His expression deepens in a mix of joy and sadness as he now cups both hands with hers. “I think... this is perfect. We are perfect. I only want your happiness, and- and if this is what you truly desire, who am I not to grant it? I want to live with you in the present and in the future.”
@muliebritas
