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**& It is to everyone’s knowledge that one should not judge a book by it’s covers. It’s certainly easier said than done, and most don’t care to read through those ever so important lines. Hints and signs pass without notice - it’s a shame, to the innocent anyway, who is foolish enough to believe that surprises within humans always come out good.
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I need some help
I have a name that I’d like to have written in Arabic since I unfortunately don’t know the language. ‘Al Fa'ilah’s Abu Nuwas’. It’s my old dog’s name and I’d like to honour him. Is there anyone who can help me, or at least tell me if it’s doable? If it means anything in particular I’d love to know that as well. Beforehand, thanks.
Thank you to those who made my short (but enjoyable) journey both fun and interesting,
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#feel free to unfollow this account #i'll be making a new muse #if anyone want to follow me there #just let me know
Thank you to those who made my short (but enjoyable) journey both fun and interesting,
-- D
I’ll be putting Haneul on a hiatus.
And that for the reason that KRP feels to require too high maintenance for the time I have on my hands. I already feel forgotten after being away for the holidays, and therefore my motivation has been thrown under the bus. Hopefully I’ll be back because I love this muse.
In case, thank you to those who made it all interesting and fun.
worried starters
trigger warnings apply! ( mental illness, drugs and alcohol use, self-destructive behaviours, and vomiting )
“You haven’t slept for days, have you?” “Are you eating properly? You don’t look it.” “Why do you keep stumbling over your words? Just how tired are you?” “You need to think about yourself every once in a while.” “I know your work is important, but you’re going to end up in hospital if you go on like this!” “You haven’t even touched your food. What’s going on?” “You look so… empty. I’m worried for you, please talk to me.” “Are you alright in there? You’re so quiet.” “How did you get these bruises? Please don’t lie to me.” “There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?” “You’re sleep deprived and you haven’t been eating. Why do you think you’re feeling dizzy?” “I can give you some pills to help you sleep. They aren’t healthy, but this is even less healthy.” “If you didn’t just blink I would’ve sworn you were dead, that’s how sickly you’re looking. Go to bed, please!” “Have you drank all of these bottles in one weekend?!” “I know you don’t want this, but it’s for your own good. Sign the papers so they can pick you up tomorrow and you can get clean.” “What the hell are you doing?! Did you do that to yourself?!” “When was the last time you left the house? Or opened the curtains for that matter.” “Here, just keep breathing. It’ll be okay. Better out than in…” “This can’t go on like this! You’re not eating, you’re not sleeping, you barely talk!” “I’m sorry. I went through your room and found this. Explain what the hell this is doing in your room!” “I thought you’d quit! How long have you been lying to me?” “I’m only trying to help and right now I think I have a much better idea of what you need than you do.” “Did you take anything? Why are you passing out? Hey! Stay with me!”
I'm 100% okay with your muse having a history with mine.
You want their families to be rivals? I’m down. They dated the same person? Cool. They have the same classes together? Neat. Our first interaction doesn’t need to be our muses first interaction. I like having already developed relationships, adds a little something. Plus, gives the opportunity for a “how did they meet” thread later on.
anonymously message me anything you want to tell me before 2015 ends.
the only rule is that I can’t reply, I can only post it!
ATTENTION!
I will be dropping most (if not all) threads that I currently have going for Haneul, and that is because a life changing event will take place and he will make a hundred and eighty degree turn mentally. I will post a self-para about it as soon as I can, and explain exactly what changes so that you as muns get to know why he suddenly behave differently around your muse (if they have a relationship of some sort).
That said, I will be messaging everyone I have a thread with. I truly wish and hope that everyone will want to make a new thread, but if not I understand completely. Please don’t assume I’m going to drop it until I message you, though! Also, I’m sorry for doing this so randomly. I have troubles finding muse after the holidays so I have to push this forward.
Thank you for understanding!
**& self-para #2.
trigger warning! suicide, gore, hallucination. please read with caution if you may feel triggered by these subjects.
Heart wrenching screams pierced through the air, Haneul stood there covered in blood and bits of a human being.
Well. They weren’t much of a ‘being’ anymore, however; this person had just jumped into their very own death. It just happened to be right in front of him, literally a metre away. The screams didn’t come from Haneul although being the closest by far, but rather all the other bypassers. Chills ran down his spine, his gaze locked at the malfunctioned body in front of him.
The girl was dead. Haneul blinked. Was he in shock?
Body parts laid twisted on the ground, bent in ways they truly shouldn’t... and yet he couldn’t bring himself to look away, to move from the scene. Just a few more steps further and the girl could as well have forced him into the same fate. Panic had hit the audience right away but Haneul didn’t hear it, didn’t notice it as he just stared at the lifeless eyes before him.
It was like she meant for him to see her. He swallow hard, it’s the day before a new year. The blood pool around the young teenager’s broken human shield, becoming bigger and bigger by the passing seconds. Someone has called for an emergency, but it wasn’t Haneul. Blood spatter was visible on his face and clothes, he stood still and simply observed nothingness.
The sight was fascinating, yet made him completely numb. Haneul felt a rush of mixed emotions as he kept on staring at the girl wearing her school uniform. Fright, curiosity, anticipation. What if he could be the cause of those lifeless eyes? His brain began to work, he stood there perfectly silent and unable to move in the midst of pure chaos.
‘Haneul...’ What the-- ‘Haneul, baby boy, I’m over here...’
His attention averts, dark brown head lights rising to meet a shocking sight. “Mum,” his tone a mere whisper underneath his breath. This couldn’t be right. What on Earth was she doing there, especially after so long? He saw her in the distance so it didn’t make sense how well he heard her voice, though it didn’t matter. A step forward... ‘Stay there, sweetie!’
The voice sounded so incredibly gentle, just like he remembered it and caused an abrupt end to his moves. He still listened to her, he always would. But why was she there? How was she there? Haneul had so many questions and had already forgotten about the girl on the street before him. Lips parted as though he was meant to say something but remained mute.
‘Shhh, my love...’ ‘Mummy want you to do something...’
False words and empty promises, Haneul believed whatever she said next. A smile came to compliment his currently gory features, only growing by the realisation. There was a way to get her back Realistic or not, Haneul bought the vision right away. I’ll do it for you, mum. I’ll do whatever it takes to get you back to me.
Little did he know, that she was not real.
anonymously message me anything you want to tell me before 2015 ends.
the only rule is that I can’t reply, I can only post it!
ATTENTION!
I will be dropping most (if not all) threads that I currently have going for Haneul, and that is because a life changing event will take place and he will make a hundred and eighty degree turn mentally. I will post a self-para about it as soon as I can, and explain exactly what changes so that you as muns get to know why he suddenly behave differently around your muse (if they have a relationship of some sort).
That said, I will be messaging everyone I have a thread with. I truly wish and hope that everyone will want to make a new thread, but if not I understand completely. Please don’t assume I’m going to drop it until I message you, though! Also, I’m sorry for doing this so randomly. I have troubles finding muse after the holidays so I have to push this forward.
Thank you for understanding!
@kxmxjxnhee:
Those words hit her harder than she had expected. Maybe she was becoming soft.Outrageous. She needed to keep her walls up so no one could climb them and get to know how weak she really was, how psycho she could become.
However, in that situation, when she was trying to find shelter from the men chasing after her, she really needed someone, anyone, that would be able to help her. Her fear was too much for her to take and her own breathing was uneven, eyes widened even as she had knocked on the other’s door, mumbling a desperate ‘please, please be home’ to herself. But, when he opened the door, those harsh words had left his lips after her cry for help.
She could barely keep herself standing. Her legs were shaking and she needed a place to stay, at least for a few hours. Her apartment wasn’t safe, the streets weren’t safe. She felt bad for bothering him at that hour of the night though but she was afraid something really bad would happen to her. Again.
“Please, Haneul– just let me stay for a bit. Please. I have nowhere else to go.”
There is quite a lot that rub Haneul the wrong way, and being woken up during the middle of the night was evidently one of those things. Luckily for him, it’s a matter he share with many others so it isn’t as bad as many of his other pet peeves. Still, though.
He didn’t need to be that harsh on her. Haneul is Haneul, however, and in his sleepy state he spoke before he thought things through. Well, he does that on a regular basis and don’t need an excuse to. Anyway. He didn’t even know the situation, what was going on. Jinhee seemed desperate, though, which sparked some sort of interest... but was it enough? Haneul wanted to sleep, needed to sleep. What for, nothing in particular but he needed to either way.
“What have you gotten yourself into, huh?”
That shouldn’t be important. Haneul scanned her through narrow eyes as if judging her. Whatever, he gave in and stepped away from the doorway that he had blocked earlier. “Get in,” he commanded her in a tone warning that she had one chance and nothing more. “Do I even want to know what’s going on right now?” Because it has to be something, or else she wouldn’t be knocking on his door as though her life was on the line.
She could have thought he was kidding around as well, playing dumb and acting as if her joke- rather, pun, was too lame to laugh at. But its been more than a mere ten seconds that she was laughing to herself alone to realize that he truly didn’t get the joke, causing her to furrow her brows and blink at him. “The chicken….. fried….rice…”
Haneul didn’t know what to do. Should he laugh? Obviously it was supposed to be funny but he honestly didn’t get the joke, or pun as it’s more appropriately called. “Uh.” The way she tried to explain it was of no help either and simply caused his blank mind to linger. “I still don’t get it......”
She knew the male would test her patience, he always did so why be so upset this time? She was stressed and the holidays weren’t the happiest time for her. Though this year was looking up she still was a grouch. Grabbing the empty tin, she stood and took it to the sink to be cleaned. She was way into her phobia of germs and the thought of his hand repeatedly dipping into the tin and smearing the little bacteria over the shiny interior made her skin crawl.
Winter coat on, but it didn’t do much good. The chilly breeze pierced through the fabric and Haneul sighed at the fact that he had been sent on door, just to buy those damn cookies for Chloe. Truth to be told, he wasn’t sure if eating them was worth it... but he would likely do it over again if given the opportunity. He reached the store, picked up a few packages, and was back on his way to her place. If this wouldn’t make her happy, then Haneul didn’t know what would. “Yah,” he called when getting back.
“Haneul…” His name left her lips at a hushed volume, completely laced with a pleading tone. It broke her seeing him in the state that she sent him in from uttering something personal so carelessly. There was not a single doubt that she’d beat herself up for causing someone to reflect pain. It wasn’t helpful that it was someone that she cherished. Her head was bombarded with many thoughts, trying to find a way to allow the male to forgive her and hopefully ease up the awful tension. The playful atmosphere that usually dawns upon the two disappeared, hopefully temporarily. A gray cloud were above their heads instead. Last thing that she wanted was to take a step back in their enjoyable friendship and become strangers once more. She was easy to think of drastic scenarios in her head and she truly hoped that none of them would become a reality. “No. It’s not whatever. I’m sorry for mentioning something sensitive to you. I had no idea, dear. Please, please… forgive me for my carelessness.” If she had to beg multiple times, Minhee was more than willing to.
After all this time he thought that the matter didn’t affect him anymore. He was wrong, clearly, very wrong about that. One should have thought that he had learned with time, however, how to react and just brush upsetting things away like normal people. It isn’t fair how he throw a tantrum each time someone slip due to obliviousness, complete unawareness. But Haneul is Haneul, and he hasn’t learned that kind of grown up and forgiving behaviour. Haneul is selfish, very much so. Just like a child. “...” He didn’t know what to say to her, his tongue seemingly unavailable like taken by the cat. “It’s whatever, let’s just... go eat or something.” That’s what he always does, run away from situations to try and forget once more. Although the solution never truly work out for him. He looked over at her, saw the immense guilt, and sighed. A hint of pleasure hit him deep in his core, this particular sight was always satisfying. Not that it showed. “Just stop apologising already.”
MERRY CHRISTMAS!
I’m just dropping by to let you all know that I’m still alive. The holidays has just been insanely busy for me this year. I have a bunch of replies to do and I feel really bad for not doing them yet, but I’m sure that all of you understand that it’s hard when you have four-five kids running around at any given time. I think I’m going crazy.
Anyway! This is what I have drafted; Please let me know if something is missing.
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