this way comes.

in the dark streets of seoul, sit mysteries untold. faces too near and faces to fear. their names are unsaid, for they say you'll drop dead. so take a small small peek, if danger you seek. INDIE MULTI SUPERNATURAL MUSE KRP. 21+ MUN. TRIGGERING.

[malvdo]

activity notice. ( hiatus ?? archived ??? )

hello friends. so if you haven’t already noticed, this blog has kind of died out. your girl doesn’t have the time or energy for these angry children now even though i love them to bits !!! i’ll probably still keep the blog up, but for now let’s call this a hiatus, which will most likely lead to this being archived what with school starting very soon too. I LOVE YOU ALL, TY FOR WRITING WITH ME HERE !! you can also hit me up for OOC banter or short IC stuff with these kids on discord:

* GRAVES&&GLORY#1620

[malvdo]

9 19 20

just another ooc meme

9. what’s the best way to stay positive about your writing?

I’ve found this to be incredibly hard sometimes, but one of the things I always tell myself is that SOMEONE out there will like your writing. If people didn’t like your writing or muses or whatever, you wouldn’t have had interactions. There’s always SOMEONE there who likes what you’ve got to put out there. Someone who’s looking up to you as a role model. And when none of that works I just say: fuck it, it’s Tumblr, shit doesn’t matter. I’m just here to have fun.

19. talk about a good experience you’ve had in rp.

So my last active account ( amarebony/vedrremo ) was my favourite muse. Ebony was my baby and always will be. My time there was incredible. The rpc was VERY different then. Multis weren’t prominent, less icons, more writing. It was great. I’m not saying mumus, icons and shorter threads are bad – not at all. i’m just saying that shit was a whole different atmosphere. I think my time was made incredible by the group of writers I had. Shoutout to @capoyeol @ksung @lithified @pullstrings and all the other babies whose urls i can’t type or remember in that lil’ squad that made my time incredible. 

20. who are your influences?

Honestly it’s usually just anyone I read, anyone I write with. I don’t have particular role models in terms of writing. I just aim (when I’m not lazy af) to write things where the reader can actually feel what’s going on. I want to show not tell. In terms of muses and inspiration for those, usually shows, books, tvs, weird ass dreams I have. Y’know the regular.

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8, 10, 14 + 18 (apologies if too much ♡)

just another ooc meme

8. what tumblr rp trends or customs do you NOT like?

I’ve said this once and I’ll say it one too many times. I’m not about the shipping trend in krp. I understand ships are nice, they’re fluffy, they’re cute. However, when I first came back to krp, ALL people wanted was ships. I’ve either seen it die down, or I’ve just avoided that crowd recently, so I’m glad. But it was insane. Don’t get me started on “wanted opposite” tags. Also, formatting to the point of things being hard to read is a big piss off. I love a good formatted thread, very nice, very aesthetic. But i f     y o u r    ( e n t     i     r    e ) s e n t e n c e is t h i s I’ll fight you. That being said, I still write with people who do many of these things, it’s hard to avoid like 90% of a community.

10. what gets you in the zone to write?

Honestly I don’t have anything that gets me “in the zone.” What fuels me is usually movies, shows, things that give me plot ideas. If I watch a character that reminds me of one of my muses, I’ll suddenly be ready to write. Usually I just write out of boredom. Fun fact: I’m usually very tired when I write, it’s one of my lazy things to do. 

14. what’s your favourite thread genre (humour, fluff, angst, etc.)?

Anyone who knows this bitch knows I love a good ANGSTY THREAD. I find it harder and harder to plot deeper connections with people in krp now because open threads are so common, “wanted opposites” are so common, like developing a relationship that isn’t romantic but with angst seems to be harder now. But this is me going back to the first question so I’m gonna stop it here. 

18. do you find the rpc is very different between fandoms?

Oh yeah definitely. I was in like the anime rpc at one point, or like I guess canon rpc. I was in the ATLA (avatar the last airbender) community for a short period of time. The closer you get to anime the more purple prose it was, the more heavily formatted, the more ridiculous it was. I don’t know how it is now, but this was a solid 3-4 years back. I’m hoping things have changed for the better now. 

[lazyrpmemes]

just another ooc meme

how long have you been writing rp?

how long have you been writing on tumblr?

what was your first rp blog?

what themes/tropes have you noticed recur in the characters you create/choose?

do you make a character and then pick a fc, or the other way around?

do you have a bank of fcs you’d like to use someday but don’t know how yet?

do you have a bank of characters you’d like to use someday but don’t know how yet?

what tumblr rp trends or customs do you NOT like?

what’s the best way to stay positive about your writing?

what gets you in the zone to write?

are there any characters you’re longing to play but don’t know where they’d fit, or how they’d go over in the rpc?

do you write off tumblr too?

what’s your favourite thread format (banter, para, novella, etc.)?

what’s your favourite thread genre (humour, fluff, angst, etc.)?

what thread genres are challenging for you?

is there anything you’d like to see change in rpc as a whole?

what’s your favourite thing about rp?

do you find the rpc is very different between fandoms?

talk about a good experience you’ve had in rp.

who are your influences?

[malvdo]

this is just me rambling but omg i always thought joon and nari (lana) were joker and harley BUT IF YOU REALLY THINK ABOUT IT they’re more like light and misa from death note.

[malvdo]

dvrelict :

| @malvdo |

。 。。“YOU know what I like most about people? Pets.”

The chill breeze of the morning kissed her cheeks as she rested her back against the metal of the garage. Eyes on the small female, shocked and yet pleasantly surprised that she was able to work so efficiently under the hood of the car. Nari had been her preferred mechanic for some time, and this was the third time this year Jennifer had brought in her car. One could say she had a few reasons to go on the run, and most often than not those ended in tragedy. With a soft chuckle, she took a sip of her coffee, both hands holding the cup to warm up.

“I can definitely relate to that. People are difficult, aren’t they? Animals on the other hand -- wonderful.” With a small grin she cocked her head in genuine curiosity. “What’s the worst customer you’ve had to deal with? I’m sure you’ve had your fair share, no?”

[malvdo]

plot idea ;

i want a long-lost sibling, cousin, any sort of blood relative for soomin. but one she badly wants to kill. one she literally can’t stand, and one she plans to get rid of. however, when the time comes, when she finally gets ready to take their life, she can’t. cavaet: soomin can’t kill anyone with her own blood but she doesn’t know that just yet !!!

[malvdo]

so is it just me or is tumblr not letting you edit posts liek before?? like when you reply, the other person’s response disappears?

[malvdo]

tvicha :

@malvdo liked for a starter!

The rain sprinkled down from the sky, forcing the sun to shy away as the ground rumbled. The succubus flicking the remnants of her burned cigarette down onto the street just left of them, watching as the girl continued to keep her distance ahead of her. Only left with the ability to sigh, the tanned womans eyes linger on the ground as a colorful bokeh is reflected off the wet ground beneath them. “Soomin-ah,” she calls out to get the girl to listen, but it seems nothing will work.

Argumentative was never really a word that Tai liked to be described as. In fact, she’d rather present it as simply proving her point. But when it came to someone as stubborn and unmoving as the young female out who was a few feet in front of her, the professor was taken aback. Who knew that the young womans pride could get the best of her like this? Matter of fact, the older woman can’t remember exactly what they were arguing about but instead she worried more about Soomins well-being now that the rainfall grew stronger.

“Yah,” She calls out, “Stop messing around, you look stupid.” The professor rolls her eyes as they continuing walking, her eyes locked onto the figure just a couple of feet in front of her. Tai was completely weary when it came to getting too close to the lawyer, and anyone she knew would know better than to do what the older woman was thinking. Pausing for a moment, the succubus takes a breath before reaching out towards the girl. Her hand manages to take hold of the wet top, tugging Soomin underneath her umbrella.

“Stop being a brat.”

There was nothing – nothing – Soomin hated more than being talked down on. From something that struck a personal nerve, to minuscule details. In this case, it was the latter. Soomin was a woman who made sure that everything from her hair to her shoes down to her eyelashes were a cohesive unit. Some would call it an OCD of sorts, while Soomin just believed that a god amongst men should be dressed as such. It was when the older female had told her that her hair had gotten awfully tangled by the wind that her patience had thinned. The fact that she was giving the other even a moment of her time should have been enough for the professor, yet here she was insulting her appearance from her pedestal. 

What was a harmless comment had resulted in Soomin storming away from the other, letting the rain drip down her silk Burberry top and Prada jeans. To an outsider it would seem ironic that Soomin was willing to let her appearance become further dishevelled as her anger had stemmed from a comment about such. However, to her it made perfect sense. To her she was the writer of her own story, and what consequences her actions had were to sit on her ( now soaked ) shoulders. This was something she brought on herself, not something that had happened due to chance. This was something she could say she willed.. It gave her power and that’s all the woman ever wanted. God-like power.

She pays no mind to the voice trailing behind her, apologetic and concerned. In the same way that the lawyer was to pay for her actions, so would the professor. To be given Soomin’s presence was a gift meant to be cherished, and she wouldn’t waste her time on someone who didn’t realize that. A gasp left her lips when she stumbled back, the lack of rain a sudden change in environment. Her eyes widened at the action, knowing that anyone who knew her well enough wouldn’t dare command the woman like that.

“A brat?!” Her voice was too loud and she knew that her temper was already getting the best of her. “Who are you to tell me I’m a brat?” She scoffed, her tone dropping to a chilling calm. The changes in her octaves were abrupt as she looked straight in front of her, avoiding the other’s gaze as she crossed her arms over her chest. “Don’t ever touch me again.” Gloved fingers gripped at her own arms, itching to be set free and used but she knew that anger would get her nowhere. Not now, not ever.

“Just hurry up and walk us to the shop. If I don’t get your family discount on the diamonds, then all of this will be a waste of time.”

[malvdo]

“What the hell were you thinking?!” (youngjae and Minjung)

Angst/fluff Prompt List

“Can you stop yelling?” The shrill voice of the female was already giving the surgeon a headache. With his fingers pressed against his temple, he furrowed his brows together to rid himself of the sound of her voice in his eardrums. Deafening, annoying, and most of all – loud. Just all too damn loud. With a sharp intake in, he looked back at her, eyes flickering from spot to spot in the alley he had tugged her into. “That –” He gestures to her, to the deed itself, to everything around them. “That isn’t something I can be seen doing. And neither can you.”

Youngjae knew nothing about the female, so his assumption about her was merely a shot in the dark. Troublemakers never wanted to be caught doing their trouble – he would know. However, what he did know was that whatever the fuck she thought she was doing, would put him under the radar. While the male had his ways of keeping his secrets hidden from the ones who could put him behind bars, he wasn’t taking any chances. He had both a practice to protect and his livelihood. He wasn’t going to let some young girl fuck that up for him. The grip he has on her arm tightens, dark eyes void of emotion as he stares straight at her.

“I’m saving you, princess. A thank you would be appreciated.”

[hellsdemonictrinity]

Angst/fluff Prompt List

Please don’t repost (stealing isn’t cool, but reblog if you wish) <3 <3

“I love you, please don’t go.”

“Stay here tonight.”

“Please don’t walk out of that door.”

“I thought things were going great.”

“Don’t you love me?”

“You make every day worth living.”

“I’ll keep you warm.”

“I’m never letting you go.”

“You meant too much to me.”

“I won’t let you.”

“How could you ask me that?”

“Don’t you trust me?”

“I won’t let anyone hurt you, you’re safe with me.”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“Shouldn’t you be with him/her?”

“I’ve got you.”

“I can’t sleep, can I stay here?”

“It’s late.  Shouldn’t you be asleep?”

“How are you feeling today?”

“You look amazing tonight.”

“We’ll figure this out.”

“This isn’t goodbye.”

“What’s cookin’ good lookin’?”

“Wanna go grab a drink?”

“What the hell were you thinking?!”

“Here, let me help you.”

“Kiss me.”

“I care about you.”

“You could have warned me!”

“That was unexpected.”

“You haven’t lost me.”

“Why are you doing this?”

“Don’t cry.”

“Please don’t do this.”

“You make me feel safe.”

“You’ve shown me what love can feel like.”

“Thank you, for everything.”

“All I wanted was for you to be happy.”

“I can’t do this on my own.”

“I wasn’t lying when I said that I loved you.”

“Don’t be afraid.”

“You’re always on my mind.”

“You have no idea how much I want you right now.”

“You’ve always felt like home.”

“I can’t imagine this world without you.”

“Dance with me.”

“Trust me.”

“Why are you crying?”

“Who hurt you?”

“Nothing is wrong with you.”

“You make me feel alive.”

“I wouldn’t change a thing about you.”

“Who cares about what they think?”

“Let’s go.”

“I’m not going anywhere.”

“Tell me what’s wrong.”

“You’ve always got me.”

“I’ve waited for this moment for a long time.”

“Is this okay?”

“You look like you could use a hug.”

“Did you need something?”

“Do you have a ride home?”

“I am home.”

“What happened back there?”

“That’s not gonna happen.”

“Why me?”

“I’m right where I belong.”

“Fine.”

“What do you want me to say?”

“After everything we’ve been through, you still don’t think that I love you?”

“You’ve been drinking tonight, haven’t you?”

“You need sleep.”

“Excuse me?”

“What are you doing?”

“What did you expect?”

“You’re not alone.”

“We’re meant for each other.”

“You’re worth it.”

“I don’t care what anyone else thinks.”

“I’ve always been honest with you.”

“It’s cold, you should take my jacket.”

“Just breathe, okay?”

“When I’m with you, I’m happy.”

“Going somewhere?”

“Don’t lie to me.”

“Don’t be scared, I’m right here.”

“You’re so adorable.”

“I’m better, now that you’re here.”

“I could never forget you.”

“Forget it.”

“That’s in the past.”

“You make me happy.”

“You’re more than that.”

“I won’t lose you too.”

“Come cuddle.”

“Can’t you stay a little longer?”

“It’s not that easy.”

“I’ve had enough.”

“I fell in love with you, not them.”

“You’re the only one I wanna wake up next to.”

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tvicha:

“What isn’t there to accept?” She begins, stopping in place as she takes note of their surroundings. The woman had finally realized that his ability wasn’t restricted for a limited time or surrounding. It was everywhere. At least for what she could see now. But it was true, the woman had become accustomed to being so completely in denial to events in her life, it simply became easier to take things for what they were. There was no possible way to change it, nor could there be no real explanation for occurences such as these. Before there failed to exist tangible proof that things like ghosts, magic, god existed. There lied no proof that she existed, yet here Tai stood. Of course her acceptance would be strange to him, she could’ve only assumed her took the position of existing as the only peculiar being in Korea. It only made her think how many of those passing by have edited the world without them even knowing?

She could feel a lump form in her throat as he stood over her with his bold brows and sharp features. Knowing how intimidating and scary he could become outside of her newly confirmed knowledge, it was a very different feeling being on the recieving end of his gentle fury. This was a first for her, being confronted as though she had something to hide from someone. It was always easier that people just knew, and sometimes they did (how strange is that?). Otherwise she would continued to live her life in art and academics. Regardless, what could she possibly say? That without sex she’d become painfully weak—physically vulnerable? A sentence like that coming from her would deem her a whore. What kind of person hungers for sex so much that if they go too long without it, they grow to be feeble?

Clearing her throat, Tai tucks some hair behind her ear and dances around the idea in her head before turning her head away from him. “Deep.” She responds, pushing the hair that rested on her shoulders behind her as she glanced up at him. What did someone like him—so distanced from the rest of the world—believe in? Would he trust that there did exist a god somewhere? That if the ideas of him manifested themselves into a palpable being, so did his fallen angels? “What do you want me to say?” She askes as if expecting a suggestion of sorts. Taking a step towards him to close some distance between the duo, she very comfortably rests a hand on his cheek as a faint grin becomes apparent on her face as her eyes momentarily become overtaken with a deep red color.

“That demons do exist.”

His watch remains stagnant as the silence around them becomes suffocating. His fingers curl into a fist as eyes continue to bore into the woman before him. The confidence that oozes from her pores has always been evident even when they were kids. Something about the way she stood with chin held high, shoulders taut that made him want to break her more. Oh how warm her heart would beat against his palm, flesh against flesh if he were to tear it out of her right then and there. With lips pressed together into a thin line, he waited for another dismissal of his remark. Something he’s grown used to with Tai. Always close, but never close enough. Similar to the way he built his walls around him.

It’s when her fingers graze against his cheek does he arch a brow. He’s never been too fond of touch unless initiated by himself, but he doesn’t move away. Instead, he takes a step forward to assert his dominance, regret washing over him the minute brown irises begin to melt away to reveal a shade inhuman and utterly terrifying. The colour fades as quick as it comes, her words ringing against empty eardrums. He can feel his heart pounding against his rib cage and it’s only then that he realizes his ego has always been too big. Youngjae had never had the pleasure of meeting another supernatural, and arrogance had led him to believe that they didn’t roam the Earth much like himself. It had made him feel special. Disbelief molds his features and with a cock of his head, the second hand on his watch begins to spin backwards. It only takes a millisecond ( what feels like an eternity ) for him to rewind time, only to freeze them in their spot. To freeze them where shock had hit him first allowing him to stare at her bright crimson gaze for a longer period of time.

Taking a step away from her, all the while keeping her conscious yet paralyzed, he can’t help but gawk at the frozen woman before him. He leans forward, the tip of his nose only inches away from hers. He can see his reflection in her hues, shock turned to fear turned to wonder. “What are you, Tai?” Knowing that she can’t respond due to his time manipulation, he begins to circle around her, eyes taking in every nook and cranny. A specimen under his microscope for as long as he wants. Coming back to stand in front of her, he lets time resume so the day can continue and his questions can be answered. “Sorry,” Is all he spits out for putting her under his power for a short period of time. Youngjae knows just how uncomfortable it can be to see but be left immobile.

“Now tell me – what the fuck was that?”

[in-tj]

She was destruction given form and purpose. Hers was an elegant savagery.

Rachel Vincent, Menagerie (via in-tj)

[malvdo]

“ What’s the phrase he used? He’s a pain in my ass. ” for joon from ulrich

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“I’m literally right here. What terrible customer service.” It’s not that Joon takes anything Ulrich says seriously to begin with, but the more the engineer pestered the scientist, the more he seemed to pretend like he didn’t exist. What had started as business had grown into something that Joon couldn’t quite put a finger on. They weren’t friends – far from it in fact. However, they weren’t enemies either. If that were the case, Joon would have left a ticking time bomb in the tea shop owner’s favourite cup months ago. They were somewhere in the middle. While Joon enjoyed harassing the other, Ulrich hadn’t asked for a restraining order just yet. So here he was, once again staring at the other as he sat at a table, cup in hand.

“You realize that your mutt doesn’t understand English, right?” His nose wrinkles in disgust at the sight of the chihuahua. Practically a naked rat running around the tea shop every time Joon came to pay the man a visit. Another day, another morning filled with anything he could do to convince the brilliant mind before him to come under his wing into his lab. The worst part about it all had to be the dog. A creature he’d grown to ignore every time it scampered by, but it was hard when Ulrich sat there in front of the thing, talking smack about him. 

“I’m going to set it on fire one day.”

[malvdo]

@luculcnt ft. Jennifer

FOR A PARANORMAL INVESTIGATOR, it’s difficult for any strange occurrences or personalities to scare seokju off anymore, but this woman is surely a living, breathing psychopath before his very own doe eyes. for once that alarmed expression so often assumed of him is actually genuine as he shifts uncomfortably on the leather couch and rubs at the nape of his neck. ❛ yeaaah, uh… i’m only here because i lost a bet, i wasn’t looking for any kind of terrifying reading of my future or some shit like that. can’t you just diagnose me, or something? whatever it is you people do. my friends say there must be something wrong with me. ❜  he attempts a halfhearted laugh to lighten the mood, but when met with deafening silence, he then clears his throat. ❛ not trying to insult you or nothin’, but this is a bit too… intense for my liking. i’m an optimist, doc. ❜

Jennifer didn’t take well to people like him. People who pried in other’s businesses when they weren’t invited to do so. The paranormal was a world the doctor did her best to stay away from. Although she knew that she would fit in rather snugly into the hidden community, it wasn’t one she wanted to be a part of. From what she’s heard, it was nothing but trouble. So to read his occupation in her files had left her with nothing but annoyance. Her tone had dropped, eyes cold as steel as she stared him down. His education had been enough to get him anywhere but where he was now. Her knuckles grew white as she clasped her hands together tightly, the faux grin on her lips becoming less convincing as the seconds passed. With a shaky exhale, she laid her palms against the mahogany desk, eyes curving with her grin. “Do you enjoy whimsical fantasies, Seokju?” Turning her eyes down to the papers before her, she paused for a moment before looking up at the man. “For the sake of diagnosis, I’d like to know what exactly you classify as “paranormal” and why exactly you’d pick such a career.” Leaning back against her armchair, she crossed her legs while boring holes into the patient. For the sake of diagnosis, she wanted to know everything he knew about that world. 

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“ Pick me, pick me, pick me, pick me! ” from fergal to youngjae

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He wondered if the boy was stupid. If he lacked one too many brain cells, and if he was killing Youngjae’s as time passed. With the devil’s water stirring in the glass in front of him, he stared at the man with disbelief. Just like any individual at a party, Youngjae had introduced himself to the other as he always would. Explaining that he was a surgeon, quite busy for the most part, but took enough time out of his day to come mingle. In fact, he cleared up his day just so he could mingle because in the crowd of suits and dresses too tight, stood a man whose help he needed to get out from under the microscope of the police. A man who had just the right connections to get him out of the mess he was in.

A man who wasn’t the man before him right now.

Youngjae leaned in slightly, nostrils flaring as he took a deep breath in. Was the boy intoxicated? Who’d invited him? Son of a rich politician perhaps? He hid his disgust in the same way that he masked most of his other emotions – an eerily believable grin. With a shake of his head he forced out a dry chuckle. One that sounded more like a grunt rather than anything else. “That’s not exactly how heart surgery works. It’s not as though I can offer the service to just anyone, nor should I. I don’t think at your age you need any of that – and no, recent rumours of surgeries to make your heart beat forever are nothing but just that. Rumours.”

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“ Canada? Who the hell lives in Canada? ” for youngjae from eulalie

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Thick brows furrow as he studies the woman before him. Dripping from head to toe is an essence that Youngjae has seen one too many times in the clinic. The elite, for a lack of better words. They were those who swam in their riches and drowned others in their poverty. There was little these individuals didn’t have their hand in, and he’s sure that the female before him had one too many dirty secrets to hide behind her ribcage. Standing up from the cage he practically had his face pressed against, he laughed softly as his eyes scoured the remainder of the pet shop.

“Clearly none of these animals.” He stops to squint at a cage in the corner of the room, pointing at the creature huddled in the corner. “Maybe that thing though. Looks pretty harmless. Much like the people of Canada. Wonderful place, I suggest you visit some day.” With that he pressed his lips together as he paced through the store. The surgeon had come across the pet shop during his evening walk and curiosity had pulled him into the location. “Where do you even get animals like these?”