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For those who weren’t able to see my previous post and still want to be in contact or rp with me...

You can find me on DISCORD with the user: lunni#5072

I also created a new RP ACCOUNT, you can find me also here: Jackwngson

Thank you, and let’s meet again!

This account shall be closed from now on. I won't delete it since I have good memories here with my rp partners but I won't rp anymore with this account nor I will use Jonghyun as a muse.

I’m deeply devastated by the news of Jonghyun’s death and I'm still trying to process everything in my mind. It's hard to believe, hard to digest and hard to get through it. It was unexpected and downright tragic. I shall treasure the memories I have of him, how talented he was and how wonderful and inspiring he was for me, and for so many others. He was a treasure, he is a treasure and he will always be a treasure.

RIP Kim Jonghyun, you will always be in our heart.

My discord is Lunni#5072, please be free to add me if you want to keep in touch. For the meantime, you can also contact me privately through here.

Let's keep ourselves strong and let's get through this phase the best we can.

#(.outofcamellias)

I’m speechless.

#(.outofcamellias)#{ Why? }#jonghyun #shinee

foxheartcd:

( ✂ )

✽ Fire consumed his insides, dominating the little oxygen he managed to offer his lungs. The medley of emotions was exhilarated, a fast-and-furious tornado which seemed to intensify his presence the moment his name had been merely spoken. He had not missed a single second, his tahitian pearls were rapid to find an ocean in honeyed pair; vision otherwise finding difficult to adjust the light, the motion and the dulcet and soft set of hues. His pillowy-like tiers stretched, the brims forming what one could proclaim as a tender, sugary smile and despite the desire to reach her was beyond imaginable, his body did not accept any command. The nervousness was pure, like the very first time a human understood its definition albeit it was already all too familiar to Jonghyun. Still, his calloused hand elevated, jazzed from one side to the other as an introduction to his warm greeting and, with an effort he found sincerely exaggerated, he gave baby steps towards the female who, with her astronomical aura, managed to quiver the soil with her exuberant presence.

Albeit time and space followed its conventional path, in his mind they were moving in a slow-motion movie. Every decision he made was properly pondered, measured and heavily examined. He considered a formal greeting, an ingenuous and timid one; recalled each and each shared conversation and consequence of each option he had in hand. After all, however, they had known each other for a long time. And for a long time, they both fantasized for the day they would meet. The fog of torment clouding his thoughts was soon swept, a sense of relief and certainty taking its place like the first signs of spring invading the winter. His obsidian orbs overflowed affection, limbs stretching to their sides and upon reaching the female, he embraced her with a dulcet tenderness and mild strength. ❛ This is a dream. ❜ The older male professed with his husky vox, whispered in a soft wave of excitement and devotion. The first characteristic he noticed was her warmth, barely there given the airport temperature but still evident against her snow-white complexion. Then, her scent, sugary and gentle; like the perfume of a premature sweet alyssum. ❛ It's -- so good to see you, Lis. ❜ It wasn't perfect, but he self-trained his accent daily in pursuance of being understood with ease, knowing that his English may not be entirely correct, albeit grammatically regulated. The next characteristic he noted, was her thin an fragile structure against his sturdy body, a feature that left the male alarmed. He did not comment still, believing that each subject has a place and a time to be confronted.

With great effort, he retreated if only to meet her celestial pearls, losing a bit of his essence in the profound abyss of her gaze. She was -- extremely beautiful, contrasting with the rest of the civilians in Seoul; like a siren arriving at the lands of men. He reached forward still, allowing his robust digits to tuck a sand of her hair behind her ear, unveiling fully her features to him. ❛ Did you have a good flight? No one bothered you? ❜ His speech was cultured and schooled, a twinge of preoccupation holding the hand of his vox that was still easy to hide underneath the happiness he emanated. ❛ It's cold outside, I'm afraid it may even snow before we arrive at your new place. ❜ Analyzing the fabric embracing her body, he concluded with much relief that she was properly protected against the cold weather and before she could even protest ( like every woman would ) he took hold of her belongings to relieve the weight she had been carrying. ❛ I have my car parked not far from here. ❜ Jonghyun declared with the gesture of his fingers pointing at the way. ❛ Meanwhile, we should stop somewhere to grab our dinner. Are you hungry... Lis? ❜

#foxheartcd #(.para;bn)#(.i:foxheartcd;p)

(`waves shyly) jonghyun!! ㅎㅅㅎ

♪ Hello there, little one.{’ a hand elevates to wave briefly whilst a smile embraces his pillowy tiers ’} What a wonderful visit! How are you?

#lnsplred #(.script;g)#(.ask;g)

☾ ─ Starter for @foxheartcd ( Lis ) ☽ Muse: Jonghyun

✽ Anxiety. Happiness. Concern. Excitement. A kaleidoscope of emotions, so easily distinguishable from each other, embraced the male's heart like the sun embraced Earth. He could briefly perceive numerous souls wandering across the arrival lounge, some expecting the appearance of a family member, a coworker, a tourist guide... Others just merely waiting for the right moment to get the near public transportation. The lounge was sophisticated, escorting the technology with its expansive screens and dynamic lights. It was a pleasant place to be, rich with local shops with their characteristic merchandise. Jonghyun, however, was far too preoccupied with finding the person he had been waiting for over a year. He was waiting for the arrival of a good friend, a girl he had never seen before despite he probably knew more about her than he knew about a present friend. It was so occasional. A moment of loneliness that blossomed a sense of emptiness. After days of consideration and research, he decided to find a pen pal, a great challenge for someone who was into languages (especially English ), but never before had he interacted with someone with such native language. The girl he was waiting had been very patient, with a celestial tolerance that Jonghyun would never have if the circumstances were the opposite. There were great moments, conversations far more lengthy than a testimony; occasions of preoccupation when one of them took more time to respond than the normal. Still, it was an experience he would never forget. And someone he would keep in his heart for probably the rest of his life.

It was afflictive when she poured out her frustrations, the distance betwixt them becoming, for the first time, the crucial problem of their solution. He felt a searing need to protect her and, with his knowledge and vast connections, he managed to bring her to Seoul. The male made sure her conditions were dignified, with an apartment right before his own and with accesses to different streets of the center of Seoul. She had... Probably it all. And she deserved.

A hand rushed through his snow-white locks, releasing a frustrated sigh upon having trouble distinguishing faces. His vision had always been a problem -- as much as he tried to use contact lenses or glasses, it was never enough to see entirely well. Still, he hoped -- that she could find the male who had been waiting for her for 2 hours, afraid that he could miss her arrival.

#foxheartcd #(.para;bn)#(.starter;bn)#(.i:foxheartcd;p)

✨💛 This is the Amazing Person Award! Once you are given this award you are supposed to paste it in the ask of eight different people, who, in your opinion, deserve it. If you break the chain nothing will happen, but it's sweet to know someone thinks you're amazing inside and outside 💛✨

﴾ You are so adorable! Thank you so much for this. You’re also wonderful and amazing and all the good things that can define you. I reward shall be sent to you as well! 💝 ﴿

#eunxson #(.outofcamellias)#(.ask;ooc)

“I decided to grace you with my presence again, how lucky you must feel.” He grinned, fingertips pressing against the underside of their jaw as he leaned in closer, pressing them back against the counter in the empty room. “Go ahead, thank me,” Adrian purred, lips hovering just before their own, “I can’t wait to hear it.”

† ❛ Thank you for what, exactly? ❜ A smirk danced upon his delicately carved tiers, releasing, what could be translated into human corporal expression, an exhausted sigh albeit his expression prevailed rebel and wicked. The day had not gone well, with a group, accurately prepared for unexpected fights, disappearing from his radar – no bodies, no messages, no calls, no nothing. Neither he or his right hand had found clues, not even a simple drop of blood in the area where they were supposed to be. There was a rumor spreading throughout the underground area that once was considered fake; a Russian mafia stepping into Korean territory that was gradually conquering small local shops and gaining allies in the weakest ones. The rumor was almost absurd, knowing that a peace treaty had been settled years before between two well-known mafias. Now, however, the level of absurdity was nonexisting. That situation, nonetheless, left the older male with deep dark circles and a mind poorly accepting any sort of distractions. That boy, yet, returning to that bar was a blessing and chaos altogether. ❛ Because you know, you’re spreading excitement. I suppose you were that desperate to see me? ❜ There was brief glance to Adrian’s lips; a honeyed temptation that he would easily succumb to wasn’t he alarmed by potential attacks. Still, he pressed the pad of his index finger onto the boy’s lips and faintly traced the prominent brim, retreating the necessary to give proper attention to his dulcet orbs. ❛ As much as I love having you here, kiddo – you should go home for now. ❜ It was as if concern decorated his somber orbs ( it was… ), but self-training offered him the ability to remain neutral to any sort of circumstances. ❛ Don’t worry, I promise I will invade your place some day, and then… You’ll have to thank me for my majestic presence. ❜

@deviumanimarum

#deviumanimarum #(.ask;d)#(.para;d)#{ i miss adrian ;; }#{ miss you too ;; }

kjaejng

↻ — would you kindly reblog this post if you’re an active general krp roleplayer? with our numbers having been going significantly down in the past few months, the activity staying more on the oc side, this feels like a helpful way to see how much of us are left here and to find each other in hopes of getting new threads and interactions. thank you!

#(.outofcamellias)

☾ Pretiosum ; ☽

☾ ─ Starter for @gumihc ( Ahreum ) ☽

♪ It was chaos digging its way to the very essence of his humanity, producing a sea of despair in a body that was not conceived to tolerate it. A trembling hand rushed through the golden strings of his hair, carding each one betwixt voluminous digits, the act alone serving as some sort of viewless support for a male who could do nothing but accept the destiny traced by hands that were not his own. His life was changing, not in a good way as so he has predicted. It was becoming a pandemonium of its own, a creature with senses and his own mind, leaving Jonghyun with no power to control it. What could he do? There were many ways he had meticulously created and in the paths of his mind, he concluded that all of them would have a tragic ending... The hypothesis of returning to the life he once had reduced to nothing. A roar escaped, showcasing the frustrating of impotence, a term that never before had been tasted albeit the definition was known. What could he do? What could he fucking do?! Accept the life encased in a prison, not in its own form, but metaphorically speaking; or find a way out? A real, possible way out? He was not someone who easily gave up the dreams he, as a human, planned; but life had vanished any possibility of maintaining them. It became evident his journey could not be as so he pleased. He had lost a handful of friends, had opted to leave behind the being who could give all he needed and wanted for the sake of his own career, his group future and the staff he worked with. For what? To have a physical and mental exhaustion? To have his destiny traced by the hands of others? Fuck that, he was more than that. He was the lord of his own life and destiny.

Forlorn and lost, his mind drifted right into the memories of his past, to the life he ignored, to the love he veiled with a fine layer of neutrality. Her name resonated in the confined space his own car allowed and his heart, poorly beating, warmed at the syllables he could not voice out. The same hand that before carded his locks, lowered to his nape to caress the tanned complexion to conceal the cold that was never gone. He regretted each and each decision he had made. There was not a single moment he could say bluntly that the choice was proper, beneficial and purely right. Damn it! He had done it all wrong.

Parking the car beneath a majestic century tree, the singer nestled himself against the vehicle seat, brushing the pad of his thumb against his sore tiers whilst taking hold of his smartphone, a pointless distraction when the mind was far too absorbed by thoughts. He fluctuated through old messages, photos, files he had saved; ignoring those that he hadn't had the force to remove, those that her name was gracing their existence. There was an energy that told him to see, a celestial vitality that was informing him the way out was right there. He ignored. He did not. And ignored again. The all too familiar loop was returning, a sense of determination following right behind. He had thought many times of such possibility, in the nights insomnia gave its hand to him and despite it had always been considered immature and ridiculous, in the depths of his mind it all made sense.

That day, that night, at 11 P.M -- when the first drops of rain made its imminent arrival, he pressed her name and typed a foreign message -- so foreign... So real... Real.. Real.

[ Txt ] The thought of you and I somewhere far from Seoul, probably where the first snowflakes dance along with the gelid breeze, sounds wonderful. Ahreum... I can't. I can't handle this anymore.

#gumihc #(.starter;g)#(.para;g)#(.pretiosum;g)#{ i'm feeling many things and many things are being felt ;; }

☾ ─ Starter for @metanoia-hq ( Sun-hee ) ☽ Muse: Jonghyun

✽ Fatigue embraced his features, upper limbs casually escorting the motion of his bottom limbs whilst he trotted towards his office; a small division not far from where he used to give his lessons to his students. It had been a long day, a faint sigh escaping betwixt classes and students who enjoyed a chit chat with Jonghyun. There was not a single moment the male ignored them, but the countless pauses he had to make jeopardized his work and thus, the reason why he was still in the school, trying to finish the tasks he had set for the day. For a brief moment, however, his mind drifted to a very special girl, a student who he knew already far too well -- too well for a professor who knew the laws set upon the table. His insides twisted at the thought, knowing his limitations, the self-control he had to dominate and the face he so vehemently wanted to caress but couldn't for the sake of maintaining her and his safety.

A calloused hand rushed through the sea of his pearl hair, releasing an exhausted sigh upon pushing aside the thoughts that tormented his mind and reminding himself that, in that school, he was merely a teacher with the passion for music and literature. His senses, nonetheless, were directed to a loud thud, right behind a door that opened an entrance to a very familiar room and alerted by the unknown, he promptly walked in only to, in the most humanly possible way and after adjusting his vision to the dim light, lose his breath upon understanding who had nearly fallen onto the floor. ❛ Lov-- Sunhee?! ❜ A feeble curse pushed past his pillowy tiers upon nearly exhaling the sound of the loving term, his expression trying to showcase worry albeit not one of someone who was deeply and truly in love. ❛ Are you alright? ❜ With a self-controlled calmness, he gently took hold of her arm to secure her properly, a powerful warmth promptly taking its place and surging a sense of want, need and desire. ❛ Did you hurt yourself? What happened? ❜

#metanoia-hq #(.starter;bn)#(.i:metanoia-hq;p)#(.para;bn)

"You're not the maker of the world."

muse: jonghyun@renxxki

† ❛ Not yet. Probably will be.❜ Arrogance decorated his speech, promptly responding to the young male sipping the strong-scented whiskey, an evident twitch of his plush tiers indicating that the alcohol was possessing his habits as a normal civilian. ❛ And once I am that maker, I will make sure that you will never drink again, boy. ❜ A final declaration with no indication of a brief negotiation. The boy seemed to be too innocent to wander through the confinements of his bar but yet Jonghyun had no potential to storm him off the establishment. He was free to do what he wanted for as long as he had the legal age to do so. ❛Seriously, last drink for the night. ❜

#renxxki #(.ask;d)#{ thank you ! hope you enjoy! }

"How much will it cost again?" ( this is from Yoobum to the Devourer! )

@deperle

† A hand rushed through the sand of his golden hair, exhaling what seemed to be a desperate sigh upon the question already answered more times than what it should be. ❛ Fifty thousand. You know, it’s illegal and the probability of reselling such medicine is high. We already had cases that were a fairly cold-hearted lesson. I ain’t losing any more dough.❜ Whatever story Jonghyun heard, there was slim to non-existing compassion that he could offer. The number of desperate men who visited his chambers in search of illegal medication was growing exponentially, a field that was conquering the underground areas of Seoul upon the decision of the Government to change the laws. His business was diverging briskly owing to such commitment, a great incoming and profit that yet could be easily lost if the mind wasn’t neutral to familiar problems and unfortunate cases. ❛ I understand your aunt is sick but… I’ve heard that same old story so many times I can hardly forget. Fifty thousand and the deal is closed. You have enough for probably three months. Do we have a deal, boy? The queue is getting huge, I don’t have time for ya.❜

#deperle #(.ask;d)#{ thank you beautiful! }

"Blond looks good on you. Perfect, even?"

♪ ❛ You think so, hyung? ❜ The younger male brushed a handful of strands rather curiously, examining the faint hue of gold upon the smooth compliment. There was a tad bit diffidence to his expression and corporal response despite their close friendship and, to promote tranquility, he jazzed a smile to his tiers. ❛ I’ll keep that in mind…❜ With a remarkable wink, a hand scooped his own scalp to allow rebel strings to dance along. ❛ You know, just to hear that more often. ❜

#ondubyu #(.ask;g)#{ screams calmly... so calmly }

days-in-the-london-fog

#﴾ hᴇ ᴡᴀs ᴀ ᴡᴏʟғ. ᴴᵉ ʷᵃˢ ᵈᵉᵃᵗʰ ᴅᴇᴠᴏᴜʀᴇʀ ᴏғ ᴛʜᴇ ᴡᴏʀʟᴅs. ﴿#(.jonghyun;i)

sunshinedubu:

( ✂ )

♪ His pillowy tiers stretched into a perfectly curved simper, appreciating the subtle compliment and thus, nestling it into his heart ❛ Thank you, Hyung. I wonder however, if you are completely right. On the other hand, I’m already considering myself doomed. I’ve been doomed for years. Since SHINee exists. ❜ He exhaled a faint chuckle to escort the older’s snicker, already aware of the latter’s mischievous side that, no matter what, was one of the many virtues he had.

❛ It has been such a long time, to be honest. I’ve a very feeble memory of the last time. We grow, we change… And we eventually miss those wonderful moments we once had. We should relive them again.❜ There was a tenderness to his statement albeit veiled by a smile that could only indicate he was merely teasing the other. He wasn’t however. The younger male did miss those moments when they were all together, as 5 members. Despite their conditions, that weren’t exactly the most appropriate, they managed to live together in a small apartment, slept in the same bed for months, eat together with their limitations and work every day with each other. It may sound simple for a few, but it was a difficult task when circumstances weren’t proper.

A sharp brow elevated upon Jinki’s response. There was ellipsis to each sentence, missing affirmations that the older seemed to layer with a neutral expression. Jonghyun wasn’t a mind reader, but a close friend who could understand when the other wasn’t entirely at peace. ❛ Hyung… ❜ He did not insist, but the honeyed term indicated that Jonghyun was aware the older wasn’t well. Reaching forward to press a calloused palm upon Jinki’s shoulder, he continued. ❛ I’m here, indeed. And I ain’t leaving any sooner. ❜ You should tell me the truth, it was what he intended to add albeit he kept to himself.

Pulling out his car keys from the side pocket of his leather jacket, he glanced at the older male. ❛ Let me take you somewhere. We can fetch something simple for dinner and eat on our way. ❜ An exhalation accompanied his words. ❛ If you want, hyung. ❜

#sunshinedubu #(.ii:sunshinedubu;p)#(.para;g)#{ i melt everytime i melt i cannot ;; }

☾ ─ continues from here☽ ⇨ @paintedinks

† Her speech was rich with disdain, a peculiarity that powered his (already existing) liking for the female and nestling the ID card in his calloused hand, he emitted a faint giggle before tossing it back upon the glass-made surface. ❛ Cute. ❜ A mischievous smirk jazzed upon his tiers, gesturing with his pearl-like orbs to the photo glued to her ID card. ❛ Yeah, it’s enough for me, sugar. So… What exactly do you want? I have–❜ He emitted a prolonged hum, pretending to ponder over what he had upon table to provide. ❛ Chocolate milk, ice tea, cola… Perhaps I can also provide you a green tea… ❜ A wink was given, clear amusement dancing with his speech. ❛ Is it enough? I can always guide you to the nearest café. ❜

#paintedinks #(.i:paintedinks;p)#(.para;d)#{ hello dear :3 }

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