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제이. 1992. jyp. i keep on searching for permanent security and satisfaction.

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updated whereabouts.

i have officially returned to krp in december 2021. between february 2018 and december 2021 i was NOT around.

until may 2022 i rped an old muse of mine, south club's nam taehyun, but due to recent events and his drug/domestic abuse scandal, i have decided to drop the character for good.

between december 2021 and may 2022 i have had short lived attempts at the following muses: wonwoo of seventeen (gen), mina of twice (gen), iu (gen - another old muse brought back), nam donghyun (gen), giselle of aespa (oc), jisoo of blackpink (gen). there was no other side muse while nam taehyun was my main character. no other.

since may 2022 my new main muse is kim hanbin, 131 ceo and soloist. the platforms are twitter, tumblr and a pinch of mewe. ask for the links.

that's it, friends.

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wow. i don’t even know what’s up with this place anymore. y’all still active here? been busy as hell, job’s tiring the hell outta me.

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long overdue but... hiatus.

i mentioned in the tags in my previous post (which is from october holy shit, when did time pass like this) that i’ll have free time during christmas and yep, seems i was right. it’s been a hectic autumn because of me switching jobs basically every month and ending up with annoying afternoon shifts. so i’ve been on twitter mostly, just writing here and there once in a while.

so see ya later this month, this christmas. if any of you that i briefly know are still around and so on.

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... i have this habit now of starting to work on my replies through bits. a paragraph here, a sentence there, and i got a bunch of started (and obviously unfinished) threads. i’m gradually working on them, i wouldn’t wanna drop on y’all some dry response, you know. also, it’s clear by now that, at the moment, constant dash activity is impossible. i have other stuff going on in my life which kinda require greater attention. so like always, the twitter’s up for chill threads (JAETEVER) and i’m gonna see ya now and then with a few dash replies.

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AUGUST 22

On this day in 1970, Derek and the Dominos began work on their first and only studio album, Layla and Other Assorted Love Songs.

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@sunmiv | moving on.

“formaggio? prosciutto? are we speaking italian now?”

his lack of courage and interest in messing with the forbidden world of the paranormal has considerably gaped the distance between them, up to the point that her voice transmitted through his second-hand walkie-talkie sounded distorted, jumbling her words and pretty much leaving him confused. only on the outside. trying to decipher whatever he was hearing wouldn’t have been that much of a hard task; he just didn’t feel bothered enough to try.

“i looked over that list of patients you showed me. just briefly. only briefly enough not to memorize any name on there. but if there was any italian person inked down, i would have noticed it. maybe we gonna meet him. should we thank his ancestors for inventing pizza? i’ll even let him know what crazy varieties we have in today’s age.”

he knew however that, if had been given the chance, he wouldn’t have been able to enjoy any last meal before going in there. looming in the distance, the grotesque shape of the building melted into the darkened horizon, as if it was slowly being transmuted into a whole new bizarre and unnatural creature. a grim sight to look upon. as if pulled by an unstoppable force beyond his reach, his legs started to move one step at a time, jae barely paying attention to the fact that his heavy breathing was probably being thoroughly recorded and sent over to her own talking device.

“okay. i’m movin’. i am movin’... and damn you, if this is my last night on earth, i’ll fucking haunt you on the other side. you know, i’m gonna put in my earphones and listen to a song or two while gettin’ there. courage boost. if you see me, just imagine bee gees’ stayin’ alive is playing in the background, cuz that’s gonna be my general mood once i step into your freaky asylum.”

the crunch of dead leaves crackled under his boots as he kept walking towards where sunmi was waiting for him, an autumn chill turning his cheeks red and stiff with coldness. and he still didn’t know why he was doing that. why, for sunmi, of course.

he should have asked to be payed for all these horror trips she was forcing him into.

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yes you know me. you know me better than anyone... queue dramatic music

your favorite color is sarcoline, your dream since you were 11 and 3 months old was to own a platypus and your darkest secret is that you were so stressed during a high school exam you peed yourself. am i getting all this right? of course i am. i know you the best.

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do... i know you?!

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Chrysalism

obscure feelings

chrysalism: the amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm:

a chill turns his sodden skin crisp with cold, while an almost feverish sweat dribbles down his temples. dry and frisky golden hair has been battered down by the rain, annoyingly sticking to his skin; it’s especially bothersome for his exposed nape. he couldn’t have expected anything else when he woke up in the morning and saw a sky choked in heavy, grey clouds. he can still feel the strong winds blowing through every crevice of his bones, and he wishes nothing more than to run back to the dorm, slip into warm clothes and sleep the stormy night away.

but such a luxury is reserved for a later time, it seems. a sneeze rips the silence of the underground car park apart, and he has to reach into his damp backpack for a napkin. if he has any. perhaps the sleeve of his sweater might do. for now.

despite the hellish thunderstorm which roars with every exploding lighting that slices the sky, the sounds are strangely dimmed and faded under here. the young woman next to him doesn’t look any better, having been caught herself in the troublesome showers. and yet she doesn’t seem to notice just what she has left behind when she sought temporary shelter; he almost has the impression that he has noticed quite a peaceful smile on her lips.

“shitty weather, huh?” small talk may make time faster, which is something he desperately needs right now. however, it’s this tranquility which seeps into the air that makes him more impatient, and he soon comes to the conclusion that it comes for no other than her.

doesn’t she have some place to be?

isn’t she late?

then again, maybe some people do have the peace of mind of living their day to day life without worrying much. not everyone is like him.

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aesthetics: horror edition

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GOTHIC HORROR. gaslights. corsets. ballrooms. candlelight. mist. starless nights. full moons. cobbled streets. horse-drawn carriages. mysterious strangers. bogs. moors. forests. mountains. castles. velvet. silver. brass. gold. jewels. domino masks. the opera. dangerous romances. tragic romances. violins. roses. lilies. empty graves. crosses. cemeteries. snow. ice. the gallows. crows. milk-white skin. ambiguous illness. fangs. pointed nails. something howling in the night. capes. gloves. top hats. straight razors. lightning. pipe organs. underground caverns. bats. mice. rats. ravens. cats. pearls. attics. talismans. axes. wood. isolation in a room full of people. vampires. werewolves. ghosts. coffins. western europe. eastern europe. bones. churches. catacombs. mausoleums. spiders. books.

CLASSIC HORROR. black and white. powder puffs. red lipstick. winged eyeliner. white kitten heels. black lace lingerie. icy blue eyes. rain. abandoned cars. skeletons. acid. poison. voyeurism. switchblades. strangling. overcoats. looking over your shoulder. trans-atlantic accents. private detectives. dinner parties. haunted mansions. alcohol in glass decanters. cobwebs. perfect blonde curls. kitchen knives. shock. cellars. dust. dark alleys. empty streets. driving at night. horn-rimmed glasses. radiation. zombies. serial murder. paranoia. the city. witches. the devil. cannibalism. conspiracies. amulets. abject terror. the american south. the american northeast. england. analog cameras.

SLASHERS. bloodbaths. massacres. wanton nudity. newspapers. leather jackets. letterman jackets. converse sneakers. obscured faces. social unrest. bonfires. lakes. babysitters. suburbia. high school. lockers. dead leaves in the fall. jack-o’-lanterns. outdated television sets. nightmares. psychiatrists. hospitals. unstoppable forces. gunfire. police. landline telephones. household objects turned into improvised weapons. halloween. secrets. revelations. character masks. scrunchies. queerness. wild curls. jeering children. parties. fire. swearing. revulsion. california. the american midwest. ambulances.

PARANORMAL HORROR. malevolent spirits. seances. spells. missing bodies. hidden graves. white noise. static. flickering lights. rings of salt. demons. poltergeists. dark histories. old buildings. cold air. wells. urban exploration. a dog barking at something you can’t see. black ooze. old photographs. faces you can swear you’ve seen before but can’t for the life of you figure out where. dark bodies of water. crucifixes. priests. possession. exorcisms. dolls.

CRYPTID & URBAN LEGEND HORROR. aliens. blinding light. dark woods. claw-marks. bite-marks. men in black. memory loss. dismembered bodies. sewers. flashlights. cell phones. video cameras. cars with tinted windows. abandoned houses. unlabeled cassette tapes. bugs. big cities. urban crimes. clowns. something rustling outside your window. glowing light. unsolved mysteries. suburbia. mirrors. the american pacific northwest. the american midwest. hiking / backpacking.

THRILLERS. daylight. fluorescent lighting. morgues. asylums. unwavering eye contact. tension. lit rooms with no one inside them. a dog digging in the newly-planted flower bed. steely gazes. paperwork. anagrams. codes. convicted killers. missing persons. law enforcement. federal agents. small towns. suspicion. subdued terror. dimly-lit parking lots.

tagged by: @sunmiv (thanks!)

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still accepting (and tbh kinda desperate cuz my dash is super dead and idk where yet to find more people), so i’ll see y’all tomorrow in case in get more pending stuff in my inbox.

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Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

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For the month of July, Day6 released their new monthly track “Be Lazy.” 

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@slayeoff​ | moving on.

“never say never”, the curve of his lips alludes to an almost playful, lopsided smile, his index finger reaching up to scratch at his nose, “that’s true.” with a click of his tongue, it almost sounds as if he’s tasting his own words, to make sure they convey the exact meaning that’s resonating inside his mind. 

after quite a few months of spending time with taeyeon, now and then depending on their equally busy schedules, he has learned that he has gotten used to her reticence; such a characteristic trait of hers that he cannot think of taeyeon without picturing her as a silent, almost brooding and perpetually daydreaming young woman. but he can also tell just fine that she’s starting to warm up to him and his very different personality. he can joke without stopping midway, freezing in his place because of some dooming realization that he may have offended her or given her some sort of wrong impression. for him, that’s enough. to ask for a lot from a friendship is unlike him.

it’s perhaps her next gesture that confirms it.

and his reaction is that of an amused, albeit a little confused, smile. “took you a while to reach me, huh?” alluding to her short height is something he would never pass on. “but alright --- i’m feeling nice today.” bluffing. he’s nice pretty much all the time and everyone who’s close to him knows that. “ask me again and i’ll give a proper answer. what was it you were curious about? what would i do if... what?”

just like she has just done moments ago, he has halted his steps, comically towering in front of her while lazily shoving his hands inside his pockets.