Monie

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[naturemonie]

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[naturemonie]

♦ - Consultations

[zcilovs-archive]

at the familiar feeling of fingers intertwining, chaeyoung let out a soft sigh but gave his hand a squeeze. they had often held hands when they were younger but it felt different now that they were older, now that it seemed more intimate - maybe only to her - than friendly. “you’ve always just invited me..” the female nudged him slightly with a soft smile spread over her features, feeling like she was pushed back years ago when they used to spend more time together. when all she was looking forward to in school was to see him after.  “i didn’t even grow in size.. isn’t that sad? i just.. grew older more grumpy, less free..” the tone in her voice was still playful, not serious or to any extent upset but this was just the truth after all. “i’m sure you’re the perfect tattoo artist for this.. look i looked through so many profiles and kept coming back to yours. though i never knew it was you. maybe.. something about your art seemed familiar, like home but.. whatever it was i’m glad. though who knows if you’re too happy with the idea i have.” 

[naturemonie]

“Have I? I didn’t remember.” But he did, not because he had to pay for their nights out, but because most of the time he invited her was for something special, whether it was a special date like a birthday or a festivity, he always liked to show off, but also he was the older and he felt the “pressure”. Well, not pressure, but the old big brother energy that was fading more and more when he was with her now.  

“Hm, why would it be sad?” He looked at her, and his gaze went from head to toes for a second time. “I find it cute. You grew cuter because you’re still a small bean. A small rebel little thing.” He said, laughing at his own words, shaking his head after. He felt relieved that she decided to get the tattoo with him, he was happy that she had found him and had considered him of all the other tattoo artists out there, not because he was better than others, but because he wanted to give her something different, something intimate. “I’ll be happy whatever it is, unless you’re asking me to do a tribal sleeve. I’m not down for that, sorry.” 

[naturemonie]

He was shocked at how sweet the boy looked to his little girl  and how he was so fast to try and help her, so he giggled at the way he talked about her. “Well, I’m his dad, she’s always here with me because we are a team, just she and I... So no, she’s never lost around here.” And that was true, the little girl was really clever and knew every spot of the little cafe, he would even say that he knew most of the customers that used to visit them usually. 

Jun would have liked to join, there was something about that boy that make him curious, but people arriving at the local just made him stressful, so he seated the little girl next to the boy. “My name is Jun and she’s Areum, if you need something just let me know.” Then he left to attend the other tables and as quick as he could, he served a chocolate milk for the little girl and a hot chocolate with a cute bunny drawn on it for the boy. Then he remembered he hasn’t asked his name, but he was so busy that he just checked that his daughter was still there when he passed her way, and sometimes he would wave at them. 

As soon as the cafe was quiet, he run towards the table and bowed to the boy again. “I’m sorry if I let her here for longer, if you needed to go you could have just told me. Please if there is something I can do to pay for your time... I will give you a few cards for free coffee!”

[naturemonie]

have i made two muses with the same fc because Min Yoongi is inspiring me today? well, the answer is yes, i have.

[naturemonie]

♢ - Areum

Jun has been working on the coffee shop from early that morning, running in his lunch break to go and pick his daughter up from nursery while he quickly ate a sandwich, he would think about having a drink later hiding from customers when the cafe is quiet. But that afternoon nothing seems quiet.

He ordered Areum to play with her toys in one of those travel cots he has settled on a nice spot of the local, but as she grew older, she has managed to get out of it pretty quickly. And in the most stressful moment of the day that's exactly what she did. When he realized she was not in her cot anymore he quickly served the coffee he had on his hands and run out the counter. "Fuck" he whispered. He found his little girl with a young man that has been coming to this place a few times, he has been seeing him as most of the time, his daughter always runs towards him. He always caught her on time, but now, she managed to actually talk with the stranger, who luckily looked pleased and not too bothered by the girl. He approached them and gave a little bow, trying to be as respectful as he could. "I'm really sorry that she is bothering you, sir. Areum, say sorry." Up close, the man looked handsome, and just that thought made his cheeck blush, so he shook his head and took the girls hand to give her a little push so she talked. The little girl did as his father said and apologized. "I don't know why she is fond of you and always run towards you... I'll give you a free coffee, or do you prefer a hot chocolate?" He asked, taking the girl on his arms.

[sassycolortheorist101-blog]

some fucking resources for all ur writing fuckin needs

* body language masterlist

* a translator that doesn’t eat ass like google translate does

* a reverse dictionary for when ur brain freezes

* 550 words to say instead of fuckin said

* 638 character traits for when ur brain freezes again

* some more body language help

(hope this helps some ppl)

[wuunderstruck-a]

could i PLEASE have some “we met on tinder” plots? you pick a muse, i pick a muse, then we pretend they matched on tinder, throw them into a conversation, and see how it goes?! it could go so many different directions… i need it.

[stfusyd1x1-blog]

can someone please give me a plot where muse a is a young college student in a small town who just so happens to work at the local coffee shop all the while trying to be the best parent to her baby girl and oh yeah theres also this boy/girl who keeps coming into her shop after class and occupying her daughter while she gets her job done and when she asks how she can repay muse b they just push her money aside saying ‘let me take you out on a date instead.’

[naturemonie]

I really want to write new muses but first I need to fix what I have (I like I just want to readjust their stories) and on the other hand I need inspiration for new muses jfkdjf

[chevxalier]

―Pas de Deux

[chevxalier]

[ @naturemonie ] conti. ( ❆ )

 The last episode took a massive toll, unlike his last wake this time Haru had nothing in his limbs. Not an ounce of energy wanted to be present as he regained his consciousness little by little and he fully speculates something was injected into him. The broken dancer shifted in slow sequences, and just when he moved enough to be noticed, his treasured silence was interrupted and Haru is reminded once again that he’s not alone. He shifted his head in the direction of the voice gradually and already he’s got a defensive gaze propped up. Its the loony, he’s up and cheery again..but unlike his expectation (he fully was waiting for a nonsensical ramble) instead he mentioned exactly what Haru had been pining for desperately all the fifteen minutes of his prior outburst. 

Haru’s interest peaked instantly. A hand rose from his bed, a plain gesture with his palm out so that the other could see. He waved in a way that indicated he hadn’t enough energy for another fight anyway. 

“Deal-” he skipped the routine ‘how are you feeling’ just like that. Its the important things he needed to get to, there’d be later where he’ll be less of an asshole. Its that his career his life is hanging on a thread and it is either about to end or he’d continue depending on what this stranger says next. Stranger?…what was his name again? …was it Jae? 

“Please, what happened to me- no, what’s the extent?” he weighed heavily in that bed, it’s crucial he gets all his information but he wasn’t about to start spouting about this might affect him. The less thing anyone wants is a sob story, this one was going to be golden. An established ballerino who fought his way to the top loses his career over a drunk driver.. He decided after much deliberation that he had to tell the stranger in order to gauge the situation-

“I’m a dancer you see..” his eyes wilted as those syllables escape him. The possibility of the accident breaking him permanently might just prove to be too much. 

[naturemonie]

“Yes, I know who you are. I’m not one of you crazy fans tho, so you’re safe.” At the beginning, Jae felt that the company of the dancer would be boring, but then he understood he might be tired, and listening how his expression changed when he said he was a dancer just moved something inside him. Well, they were pretty much the same after all.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” He asked, as the nurses just mentioned it quickly and he was not sure if that mattered in the beautiful narrative that he was making on his mind to tell the older what has happened. “The nurses told me that most of the damage is superficial. You have a lot of bruises and cuts, and that is why you feel so heavy.” He stopped for a second, breathing heavily. Now, he regretted being the one to tell him everything. He was not scared, rather sad that Haru would collapse again if he did not like the news he had for him, so he cleared his voice and tried to say everything softer, with a little smile. Yes, that would do, he was cute enough to go through this without the dancer hating him forever. “About your leg… You have a twisted ankle, so you have damaged the muscle basically… and you almost had a fracture. But good news, it’s just halfway, it’s not broken. Well, it’s not fully broken, so it will heal easier, right?” 

Jae had a dislocation on his elbow and half a fracture in his arm, so he knew the pain, and he knew the feeling Haru must have. He’s also frustrated. For a second, Jae thought that it would be a good idea that Haru knows he is a dancer too, so they can rant over how bad things are gonna be until they come back to their respective stages. He even opened his lips but a sublte sight is what escapes from them. He’s not ready to say those words out loud, he feels little with such a great artist by his side, they are not the same kind of dancer and he wouldn’t be interested after all, so he remain silent waiting for Haru’s reaction, crossing his fingers so at least, he does not faint again. 

[chevxalier]

Haru was on edge, the same anticipation as a prisoner awaiting his sentence. His naturally pessimistic and toxic inside voices were not whispering anything good and unconsciously he was already preparing himself for the worst. The cast looked fatal, the way it caged his leg. He’d only seen these in films and in those films..they never did end the way he’d wish on anyone. Haru’s hand clutched tightly at his blanket, entirety of his focus locked into the Male across him. What is it..tell me-

It was entirely unexpected, but the news felt so good that for a good few minutes the over all pain that was present throughout his entire had vanished. The somber and hostile expression that’s been present on the dancer’s face relaxed. The news made him so happy a smile broke through, his hand rubbed away his building tears as he sighed out of relief. The thought of him never being able to dance again weighed so heavily on him on sanity had gone through such tension for the past hours.

When he managed to collect himself, Haru spoke. His voice now soft and almost feminine the way it usually was unlike earlier when his demons were screeching through his throat. Thank god..

Now he realised he should probably apologize to the other for his antics in the past twenty for hours. Haru sheepishly then voiced. “Hey um- Jae Sun-ssi?” He sounded awkward, truthfully he was only half certain of the other’s name. “I’m really truly..sorry about yelling at you and all that” he paused. “Thank you for telling me, you’ve no idea what it was doing to me” then he remembered his ward mate mentioned he recognises who he is and that felt..very specific?

He’s aware of his relevance within the dance community in Seoul, but that would have to mean that he’s especially involved. No one who visits once or simply engages once in a while would recognise him. Haru’s feline eyes began to inspect his counterpart. He looked muscular, but not in a way that anyone who frequently trains would look. The mannerisms, the way he moves. Is he also a dancer?

“Are you by any chance also a dancer?” this was his attempt to mend his appalling behaviour. He’s not much of a talker, but being rude without a justified cause isn’t in his nature.

[naturemonie]

The outcome was really interesting. Jae was surprised of Haru’s reaction, so when he felt the older relaxing, he just breathed deeply and sighed, with a little happy smile on his face because at least now the dancer seemed more… let’s say he looked friendly.

Haru’s voice hit Jae like a truck. After all his screaming and fainting show followed by the anxiety one, he had never expected the dancer to have such a beautiful voice. It was soft and has an harmony to it that he really liked it. ‘Is he gonna be always like this?’ he wondered ‘Well, this is the real Haru, not the possessed one I suppose.’ His smile just grew bigger at his own thoughts. But anyways, when the older spoke his name, he came back to earth and looked at him. It sounded strange to hear in someone else’s voice, his name, like that. For  a lot of time he was called by his surname or just “you, the dancer”, so hearing it was a relieving experience. “Well, I had no idea what it was doing to you but I’ve been in your place hours ago. Well, maybe it was days ago, I don’t really remember when I came here. I think it was yesterday night.” He laughed again, he realized he was talking too much, but he couldn’t help it, so he continued. God, he hoped that his new mate wouldn’t hate him. “And don’t worry about the yelling, it was fun. Well I had fun, you didn’t obviously. But you were funny when you fainted. Hm… I’m talking too much again, sorry. But it is true, you passed out like in a second and you fell to your bed and…”

Dancer. His voice just disappeared as quick as his smile and with his “good arm” he hugged himself in bed. But he quickly raised a brow. “A dancer, you say. Do you say it for my beautiful legs, Hyung?” He said, emphasizing the last word. He bit his lip, shaking his head. “What if I’m a ballet dancer? Your competence. Do you wanna see my ‘tour en l’air’? Well, we have no space to jump here so even if you wanted you couldn’t, sorry dear.” He shook his head again, leaning on his bed, which was in a straight position so he could be comfortably seated. “A dancer. Yes, I’m kind of a dancer, but I’m not like you. Not that professional I mean. I’m not a famous ballet dancer.”

[writing-prompt-s]

You have been kidnapped by the mafia, the reason? Someone who’s very high up has a child who has a crush on you.

[degeneratemaidens]

destructive relationships please

toxic and unhealthy relationships, too

unrequited love where the one is just using the other

give me all the screwed up ships!!!

[inglooms-deactivated20200427]

guardian angel plots!!

muse a is muse b’s guardian angel & somehow in an attempt to get close to them ends up being in a polyamorous relationship with muse b & their partner muse c.

muse a is muse b’s guardian angel & muse b is super clumsy/accident prone, which makes muse a’s job really hard. one day when muse b almost dies for like the fiftieth time that week muse a just runs over & yells at them for ten minutes straight about how they should be more careful, effectively exposing themself as muse b’s guardian angel.

muse a is the guardian angel of the town/city they’re living in, making sure the people are happy, the plants are thriving, making sure life overall is kept peaceful, but muse b & their friends are notorious for causing trouble, committing crimes, bothering people, the one thing about this town that isn’t perfect. muse a attempts to talk to muse b to get them to behave, but when muse a confronts them, muse b says they’ll only stop causing trouble if muse a will agree to go out on a date with them.

muse a is muse b’s guardian angel, but rather than protecting them & making sure they’re staying out of harm’s way, they’re constantly pranking them, putting them in embarrassing situations, & all in all just not really taking their job seriously. but one day muse b finds out muse a is the reason bad things keep happening to them, so they confront muse a about it & muse a starts to realise muse b actually looks kind of cute close up, even if they’re yelling at them, & they start thinking that maybe they should’ve been trying to ask them out rather than ruin their life for shits & giggles. 

muse a is muse b’s guardian angel but they’re very clumsy so rather than muse a looking out for muse b it turns out that muse b is looking out for muse a more often.

[just-a-normal-ladybug]

Reblog this if you don’t mind doing multiple threads at a time with someone.

[naturemonie]

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[chevxalier]

―Pas de Deux

[chevxalier]

[ @naturemonie ] conti. ( ❆ )

 The last episode took a massive toll, unlike his last wake this time Haru had nothing in his limbs. Not an ounce of energy wanted to be present as he regained his consciousness little by little and he fully speculates something was injected into him. The broken dancer shifted in slow sequences, and just when he moved enough to be noticed, his treasured silence was interrupted and Haru is reminded once again that he’s not alone. He shifted his head in the direction of the voice gradually and already he’s got a defensive gaze propped up. Its the loony, he’s up and cheery again..but unlike his expectation (he fully was waiting for a nonsensical ramble) instead he mentioned exactly what Haru had been pining for desperately all the fifteen minutes of his prior outburst. 

Haru’s interest peaked instantly. A hand rose from his bed, a plain gesture with his palm out so that the other could see. He waved in a way that indicated he hadn’t enough energy for another fight anyway. 

“Deal-” he skipped the routine ‘how are you feeling’ just like that. Its the important things he needed to get to, there’d be later where he’ll be less of an asshole. Its that his career his life is hanging on a thread and it is either about to end or he’d continue depending on what this stranger says next. Stranger?…what was his name again? …was it Jae? 

“Please, what happened to me- no, what’s the extent?” he weighed heavily in that bed, it’s crucial he gets all his information but he wasn’t about to start spouting about this might affect him. The less thing anyone wants is a sob story, this one was going to be golden. An established ballerino who fought his way to the top loses his career over a drunk driver.. He decided after much deliberation that he had to tell the stranger in order to gauge the situation-

“I’m a dancer you see..” his eyes wilted as those syllables escape him. The possibility of the accident breaking him permanently might just prove to be too much. 

[naturemonie]

“Yes, I know who you are. I’m not one of you crazy fans tho, so you’re safe.” At the beginning, Jae felt that the company of the dancer would be boring, but then he understood he might be tired, and listening how his expression changed when he said he was a dancer just moved something inside him. Well, they were pretty much the same after all.

“Do you remember what happened to you?” He asked, as the nurses just mentioned it quickly and he was not sure if that mattered in the beautiful narrative that he was making on his mind to tell the older what has happened. “The nurses told me that most of the damage is superficial. You have a lot of bruises and cuts, and that is why you feel so heavy.” He stopped for a second, breathing heavily. Now, he regretted being the one to tell him everything. He was not scared, rather sad that Haru would collapse again if he did not like the news he had for him, so he cleared his voice and tried to say everything softer, with a little smile. Yes, that would do, he was cute enough to go through this without the dancer hating him forever. “About your leg... You have a twisted ankle, so you have damaged the muscle basically... and you almost had a fracture. But good news, it’s just halfway, it’s not broken. Well, it’s not fully broken, so it will heal easier, right?” 

Jae had a dislocation on his elbow and half a fracture in his arm, so he knew the pain, and he knew the feeling Haru must have. He’s also frustrated. For a second, Jae thought that it would be a good idea that Haru knows he is a dancer too, so they can rant over how bad things are gonna be until they come back to their respective stages. He even opened his lips but a sublte sight is what escapes from them. He’s not ready to say those words out loud, he feels little with such a great artist by his side, they are not the same kind of dancer and he wouldn’t be interested after all, so he remain silent waiting for Haru’s reaction, crossing his fingers so at least, he does not faint again. 

[naturemonie]

♦ - Consultations

[zcilovs-archive]

a laugh slipped past her lips followed his comment. he was just still cute like he had always been. maybe even more so now that he was older and chaeyoung was still looking for the things she recognized. unlike in her younger years where she had blushed from every comment and every compliment, chaeyoung had grown over the past years to not do that. compliments were received on a daily basis but she wasn’t fully aware of how hard it hit her. the wink. something so simple yet from someone so important and of course a faint blush creeped up her cheeks. “my wallet isn’t as big as yours, oppa so expensive might not be the best choice. but there’s a small cute store selling pajeon if you’d like that? it’s one of my favourite places. we could have some magoli with it. of course only if you drink.” a smile - probably closer to a grin spread over her features, her head tilting to the side slightly. at his question the female shrugged her shoulders slightly. “i think if i tell you that i came here to get a tattoo and become the true disgrace to my family i think that really answers your question, right?” her family hadn’t been fond of her studying fashion design having wanted a business woman in their life not someone who played around with fabrics and too many art utensils. “god, you know, the longer i look at you, the more i realize how much i’ve missed you.” 

[naturemonie]

The blush in Chaeyoung’s cheeks made him smile. When he closed the door he took a second for him to think about her. Definitely, he still had that power but it felt different, because something inside him felt different. Was he getting shy in front of her? No, no. He took her hand, intertwining his fingers with hers, then started walking, without knowing where to go, but rather letting her be the one who guided him. “I invite, no worries. Even though pajeon and magoli sounds like a pretty good plan.” The answer the girl gave him caused a good laugh. He nodded, obviously she was still a rebel. “So you have not changed that much after all.” He shrugged his shoulders, looking at her out of the corner of his eyes. The day was coming to an end and the darkness of the night made the lights on the street turn on, which gave a nice contrast to Chae’s face, highlighting her features, so he realized how beautiful she looked. “I’ve missed you too, Chae... And I’ll give you that tattoo you want. I’ll try to make it as beautiful as you deserve. Whatever it is you want to get.”