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[kingfaes]

introducing kingfaes !

typist. muses. tags. rules.

kingfaes is a literate, independent, multimuse blog featuring an abundance of original characters with a variety of fcs ( that are predominately asian, as many of these muses were conceptualized through the krp scene )

original characters will be the main focus and purpose of this blog’s existence. if you want to write as a character from a canon source with one of my muses, that’s totally fine! however, i will only be writing as my ocs on kingfaes. 

my sideblog dedicated entirely to writing as canon source characters can be found @sugarpowder​ ! i’m open to writing crossovers, and if you have a muse you’d like to play against one of the canon characters i write as, we can do so there<3

if you are interested in writing together, please send us a message ! 

[kingfaes]

[lcsflcurs]

scream

at the costume party with beomin ( @kingfaes​ )

costume parties had their perks. for one, hyunsu could hide behind a disguise and no one would know that it really was him. he could act however he wanted without facing repercussions! even if someone did recognize him, so what? if they expose him then they’d be banned from all future events, so really, what did hyunsu have to lose? no one could tell him to do jack shit. 

it was also one of the nights where hyunsu could dress like a total slut and no one could say anything! the sheer white blouse he wore left the young prince’s torso exposed, and the body glitter his chest was decorated with only helped to highlight his physique. he left some of the buttons open to leave him with a more relaxed look, although, at that point he should have just worn no shirt. hyunsu didn’t mind the exposure, though. he always felt as though he was a walking work of art, and people were lucky he was willing to show them for free. the only downside to his outfit of choice was his wings, which made it hard to squeeze through a crowd of people.

so he stuck to the sides, where the drinks were, and watched as other royal attendees grinded on each other. 

however, he couldn’t spend too much times on the sidelines. hyunsu was beginning to feel antsy, and, well, standing by the booze was very dangerous for someone with little to no self-restraint. between the liquor, music, and confidence he gained from his own appearance, it was a no brainer that hyunsu would force his way onto the dance floor. he craved attention, and that’s what he was going to get.

there was a particular rabbit in the crowd that caught his attention. the all-white costume had hyunsu curious, yet, from the attendee’s lips alone, hyunsu had a guess or two as to as to who was behind such a mask. he approached the bunny with caution, hoping that his presence alone wouldn’t scare him off. 

his arms found themselves lingering around beomin’s waist, hands grazing over his sides as if he was waiting for the knight to beg him for the attention hyunsu was ready to give him. “didn’t think they allowed pets into this event.” he teased. before beomin could talk back, hyunsu planted a kiss on his cheek, “have you been hiding this whole time, dear rabbit? i haven’t seen a pretty face like yours all night.”

[kingfaes]

by nature, the rabbit is prey. its innocent charm is only bolstered by its big, helpless eyes and its soft, downy coat. what use are its long ears, if not to hear a predator coming? or its strong legs, if not to run the other direction? but the rabbit is not simply a weak little thing to be preyed upon. it can break its own back with the strength of its hind legs, so that it may escape any form of restraint. it can run as fast as a horse. and its bite is strong enough to sever a man’s finger from his hand. 

in short, the rabbit will do anything it takes to survive.

beomin knows a thing or two about that. although, he supposes, if he really wanted to be accurately tongue-in-cheek about his great escape from his home kingdom all those years ago, he should have come dressed as some dolled up o’possum - considering he only survived by playing dead.

he can’t help but snort a laugh to himself at that. his breath puffs hard against the rabbit nose of his mask - it sounds like he’s being suffocated, almost.

beomin takes great comfort at being masked. he already conceals the majority of his face on a daily basis, so attending the masquerade feels less like he’s dressing up and more like everyone else decided to do what he does every day. it’s kind of... fun, looking out at the sea of people and not recognizing a single one. he knows if he paid a bit more attention, he could probably pick a few people out here and there by their posture, or their voice. but he’s had a couple drinks by now, and the point of this party is to let the mulling spices take you over in a haze, so he has no interest in trying to get up close and personal with anyone-

that is, until the crowd parts, essentially putting a blinding spotlight on an angel against the sidelines.

he’s not being cheesy here - the attendee is quite literally an angel, dressed head-to-toe in white, with wings and a halo to match. the glitter down his chest is tantalizing, and it catches the surrounding candlelight, turning the man into a golden, dreamy blur. maybe it’s wishful thinking, but beomin is almost certain he knows him; the lines of his body are familiar with an intimacy that only comes from having been pinned underneath it before - no, not like that, but fighting is intimate all the same.

beomin turns away from the vision in white, cutting a clean line across the crowd and stopping in the centre of the ballroom. he allows himself to be swept from person to person, his body moving with ease to the music. just like clockwork, he has lured him in - such is the duty of prey. feeling hands on his waist, breath on his neck, a kiss on his cheek.

“i only just arrived,” beomin replies. his throat is a bit hoarse from disuse; he hasn’t spoken to anyone, worried about what he might sound like without the distortion of his typical mask. and sure enough, his voice feels so foreign when it comes through clear as spring. “you must have noticed me right as i walked in... if you wanted to play that down, i’m afraid you just showed your entire hand.” 

he can’t help but tease the other man. his interest is so obvious - it’s easy to poke a bit of fun. with a smile, beomin turns to face him. there is no reason for them to maintain any distance at this point, beomin decides, and he pulls the angel even closer. unabashedly running a hand through the glitter on the angel’s chest.

“besides,” he says. “i wouldn’t want to hide from you.” 

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ☾ — moodboards — INTRODUCING GANG LEEKYUNG.

in a day dream, i imagined my house where all my father’s sense of strength was lost. it’s all we have, so find me a place to B E G I N

if i could get this feeling to end — trembling idle hands, holding me there. we laugh in the face of love ‘cause nobody’s really there, nobody’s R E A L

we believe in something invisible. well, now you know your father L I E D

♪.

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ☾ — tasks — CREATE A PLAYLIST.

❛❛ no one’s gonna save you from yourself ❞ is a playlist featuring 15 songs that gang leekyung resonates with and/or enjoys hearing.

listen here.

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.｡*ﾟ+.*.｡ ☾ — TASKS — CREATE A TIMELINE.

❛❛ bloody mary ❞ is a video featuring the events of gang leekyung’s life in chronological order, from 2027 to 2052.

♪.

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MOODBOARDS ╰☆╮ introducing: pi woojin, the fallen angel.

 ❛❛ LISTEN — all this takes gettin’ used to. and you do get used to it, after a while. but god ain’t gonna help you, son. you’ll be sorry for what you DONE. god’s gonna hurt you, son, when you play with a loaded GUN. they ain’t gonna catch you when you F A L L . ❞

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MOODBOARDS ╰☆╮ a brief history of pi woojin, the fallen angel.

RED: a representation of woojin’s life as an angel. YELLOW: a representation of woojin finding a new start at keisung academy.   TEAL: a representation of woojin’s present day. GREEN: a representation of woojin’s self.

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MOODBOARDS ╰☆╮ a brief history of pi woojin, the fallen angel.

stills available here.

RED: a representation of woojin’s life as an angel. YELLOW: a representation of woojin finding a new start at keisung academy.   TEAL: a representation of woojin’s present day. GREEN: a representation of woojin’s self.

featuring @kyungsunks @fallenmxnki @hxetaek & @xparkminho !!

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MOODBOARDS ╰☆╮ a visual representation of the reason he fell.

❛❛ in just ONE moment, your eyes dig into me. without anyone knowing, my hidden heart was stolen. ❞

featuring: @kyungsunks​

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MOODBOARDS ╰☆╮ send me ★ for a moodboard of our muses or send me ♫ for a mini playlist of our muses — accepting !!

❛❛ i know a girl who gets what she wants all the TIME. she’ll make you take her to the club, but then she leaves with her friends — she likes to stay  L A T E  at the party ‘cause the fun never ends. she’ll turn the knife into your BACK and then she’s calling you BABY.  ❞

featuring: @kvtrinas​

[kingfaes]

lmao hi.

i didn't mean to go ghost but ehhh senior year in college is, as expected, difficult and the workload waxes and wanes in its intensity.

pretty safe to assume the threads i had before are no-go's now, unless of course you'd like to resurrect them - in that case, just message me either here or on discord!

[brittany-murphy]

[kingfaes]

exes and ohs.

with rue ( @redemptioninterlude​ )

( cont. )

And Rue’s fucking barely able to move, she’s fucking floating, she’s ON HER KNEES, waiting for that, sweet uplift to drown out the sounds and the nightmares of what Lucy’s doing in that next room, she can’t breathe, only, she can in one sudden, horrible take. And it’s not like she can sleep anyways, not with Lucy going on like that out there, finally, stumbling to her feet and into the frame of her door, barely able to keep it together when it opens save a narrow eyed glare. “Can you keep it fucking down? I get that you can’t when you’re fucking whoever the hell you picked up off the street, but holy fuck Lucy, it’s like, 4 in the morning.” ​

fighting is something lucy has learned from her fathers, biological and adoptive. she couldn’t seem to escape turmoil even when brought into new homes, new families. and all of the new, new, new - it never made a new lucy. so if there’s one thing she’s mastered through childhood, it’s the ability to pick a fight. it doesn’t really matter what the fight is even about, at the end of the day, so long as it keeps going - that’s how you get the reactions you’re really craving.

what is it you’re craving , lucy ? 

if she were better about all of this, she would be craving a way out. but she wants a way back in, she wants to carve herself back into rue’s heart. she wishes she could be the kind of person who could just say i’m sorry, and they could kiss and make up and all this could be over with. back to the way things used to be. all better. but it wouldn’t be all better, and she can’t bring herself to say it. 

it’s my fault and i still can’t bring myself to say it.

first reaction achieved, rue has emerged from her room - and seeing her face is a small victory. they avoid one another most days now, it feels like it’s been ages since lucy could meet her eyes. when they look at each other, she hates her own heart for revving its fucked up little engine.

“we... need to talk,” lucy says, prickling as she tries to narrow down what about because yes, they do need to talk - but they’re not going to have the conversation they actually should be having right now. she locks onto the piled dishes in the sink, the disarray of the countertops - they’re both contributors, and their shared depression has definitely made the apartment look a little... worse for wear lately. 

“we need to talk about the kitchen,” she says, more confidently now. “i mean seriously, are you just going to get high all day and leave me with everything a ruined mess, over and over again? you don’t even talk to me anymore, i don’t want to pick up after you like this...” 

it’s a sore spot, because honestly, it was a jab about rue’s substance use that got them into this mess - it’s what she’s refusing to apologize for even though she knew she took it too far in the moment. it’s sure to burn worse now that she’s bringing it up like this. she hates herself for using it again to poke and prod - but it’s too late, what’s been said has been said.

“do we need a chore wheel, like, are we children? i can’t even find my big pasta pot for sauce night,” she goes on, motioning at the cabinet left ajar. “i don’t want to have to divvy out all our belongings and draw a freakin’ line in the sand between us, if you’d just talk to me like a person i wouldn’t have to yell at you to come say hi once in a while... but no, you just avoid me now, like you do everything.”

i wouldn’t have to fuck any guys to get your attention, either, lucy thinks but doesn’t say - because she knows that really would be going too far, edging into hate you territory and she is, deep down, already so afraid that she’s made rue hate her and it’s too late for them to ever recover from this.

[kingfaes]

HOW DOES IT FEEL TO BE LOVED BY YOU.

it feels like a romcom.

“ okay, you're pretty cheesy. you love big romantic gestures, and dramatic confessions of love. but you also love the little moments, like going grocery shopping together. to put it simply, you love love. you have such a big heart, and it overflows with affection - not just romance, either. you make everyone you talk to feel loved. you're quite the optimist, and believing in true love and soulmates and forever. you're probably a little insecure, but i promise you are beautiful, inside and out, as cliche as that sounds. i hope you know that. ” 

tagged by: @skoolbully - thank you for the tag this is so cute ! tagging: @jjkrps @runawayfairie @moxle @mooncrstal @mooncrisismu​ ( and ofc anyone else who wants to do this )

[kingfaes]

💃 + married!hanchul

(     *     VALENTINE’S DAY PROMPTS   !

send a symbol from your muse to mine: closed. 

the sky is overcast, with steel grey clouds pulled over the sun - the light coming from above reminds byungchul of a flashlight shining through the sheets of some enormous blanket fort. the imagery inspires a deep nostalgia within him, memories of the person he used to be when he first met haneul. when the only privacy he was used to getting was the secret spaces he could find between the sheets, making his own little worlds. 

so much has changed since then, about them, together and separately. he is so far from that scared little boy, lost to life - and haneul has only grown more into himself, becoming more handsome and more confident through the years. experiencing life with the freedom to love openly has done wonders for that restless heart of his. byungchul wants nothing more than to hold him close and never let go - they have spent too long denying one another.

the weather does nothing to deter his plans for the other; if anything, the low light brings out the warm glow of the lamps he’s arranged around the townhouse rooftop. he’s strewn fairy lights around the enclosure as well, and they remind him of the fireflies in the summer green of haneul’s hometown. there is a bluetooth speaker tucked away out of sight, playing slow, gentle music from a special playlist he’s been building for almost a year now in preparation of celebrating them. 

he extends his hand for haneul to take. there’s a look in his eyes, and a soft smile on his lips, the combination reading easily as overcome with love. when their fingers intertwine, the simple tattoos on their fingers align - two matching rings, their choice for wedding bands. byungchul brings haneul to him, and they move slowly together, swaying back and forth like they’re teenagers in love at some school dance - something they would have never been able to experience as a couple in this lifetime. 

one song fades into another. the evening fades into night. above them, the blanket fort has been rebuilt - the flashlight shining from within is no longer the sun, but the moon. byungchul smiles at the love of his life, and haneul smiles back. 

“hey,” byungchul says, casual.

“hey,” haneul replies.

“happy birthday.”

haneul’s eyes soften, ever expressive. the two share a kiss - they are timeless, both young and old, the instant their lips meet. byungchul holds his back, steady. without even realizing, they have continued their dance. the motion is automatic, the music carrying them.

“happy valentine’s day,” haneul says when they part.

“that too, but i think one of those days is sli-i-ightly more important than the other.” there’s a pause, and then he says, “i mean valentine’s, of course.” 

haneul shoves his shoulder in reprimand, but the sound of his laugh is worth it. byungchul would do anything to hear that laugh, to see that smile. to hold him close and never let go.

[kingfaes]

in the woods somewhere.

with fuchsia ( @moxle )

she couldn’t help but chuckle at his comment. “you know, it’s not the only beautiful thing out here,” she responds with a teasing tone. she looks away from the stars to look over at him. “but yeah. i agree. this is the perfect time to write a song.” she wiggles her eyebrows at him. “we can even make it a slow song to match the calm nature.” 

although her comment is playful, it still makes his heart seize up. he takes a moment to recover, feeling forever thankful that he is usually quiet so that he can take a wordless moment as he figures out what to say, how to respond. he doesn’t have issues with confidence, he’s not the type to wallow in thoughts of self deprecation about his looks - but he’s also not the type to often be called beautiful. humble as he may be, he still likes the sound of it - especially coming from her. he smiles at her, decidedly already feeling better, feeling recharged, feeling at ease.

“you’re talking about yourself, right?” he asks, and there is no teasing lilt to his tone - only cool nonchalance. his eyes nearly close with the force of his smile as it widens. he doesn’t smile like this often, but more and more recently, he’s been smiling like this around her. 

then, he asks, “a slow song?” they’re not unfamiliar with slow songs, but as a punk band, they’re not common - definitely more like few and far between. he reaches for her, intending to take her hand so he can guide her in a spin. “for a slow dance?” now, there is a teasing lilt to his voice.

the symphony of cicadas crescendoes around them, as if spurred on by their antics. the campsite is coming to life around them as their other bandmates occupy themselves with starting a fire, pulling out the cooler to crack open some beers, filling the open air with their laughter. it’s such a relief, hearing that familiar sound - like solid reassurance that they’ll be okay. he ends up laughing, too. laughing while he looks at fuchsia like she’s his whole world.

“what do you say?” he asks. “should we join them? go grab a beer?” 

privately, he hopes that she will say something like, i want to keep being with you, alone. it’s unrealistic - idealistic - indulgent. and part of him really does want to join their other bandmates, so it’s a strange little desire of his to remain separated. but he feels it nonetheless.