cold hands, warm heart.

like the moon, he had a side of him so dark, that even the stars couldn't shine on it; he had a side of him so cold, that even the sun couldn't burn on it.

[virulentism-blog]

: and he was silent always. he knew then; he knew without having learnt. his simplicity fathomed what clever people falsified. his singleness of mind made him drop plumb like a stone. 

i. introduction. ii. au, strictly literate, and semi-selective. iii. please reblog, like, and/or follow.

[hidenite-archived]

“just because i don’t feel guilty doesn’t mean i’m not.” +  goes by hide. xxii.  |  oc. selective. script + para. bastard child with too much time & money on his hands, all-round criminal who toys with the police for his amusement. ━   001.  biodata ━   002.  disclaimer ━   003.  wanted relations

[orphous-blog]

AVERAGE.

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Tagged by: @reminiscis Tagging: To those of you reading this, tag, you’re it.

[  ] smoked [ x ] consumed alcohol [  ] slept in the same bed with someone of the opposite sex [  ] slept in the same bed with someone of the same sex [  ] kissed someone of the same sex   [  ] had sex [  ] had someone in your room other than family [  ] watched porn [  ] bought porn [  ] tried drugs TOTAL: ONE [ x ] taken painkillers [  ] taken someone else’s prescription medicine [  ] lied to your parents [  ] lied to a friend [  ] snuck out of the house [ x ] done something illegal [ x ] felt hurt [ x ] hurt someone [ x ] wished someone to die [ x ] seen someone die TOTAL: SIX [ x ] missed curfew [ x ] stayed out all night [  ] eaten a carton of ice cream by yourself [  ] been to a therapist [  ] received a ticket [  ] been to rehab [ x ] dyed your hair [  ] been in an accident [ x ] been to a club [ x ] been to a bar TOTAL: FIVE [  ] been to a wild party [  ] been to a Mardi Gras parade [ x ] drank more than three alcoholic beverages in a night [  ] had a spring break in Florida [  ] sniffed anything   [  ] wore black nail polish [  ] wore arm bands [ x ] wore t-shirts with band names [ x ] listened to rap TOTAL: THREE [  ] dressed gothic [  ] dressed girly [  ] dressed punk [  ] dressed grunge [  ] stole something [  ] been too drunk to remember anything [ x ] blacked out [ x ] fainted [  ] had a crush on a neighbour TOTAL: TWO [  ] had a crush on a friend [  ] been to a concert [  ] dry-humped someone; been dry humped [  ] been called a slut [  ] called someone a slut. [  ] installed speakers in a car [  ] broken a mirror [  ] showered at someone of the opposites sex’s house [  ] brushed your teeth with someone else’s toothbrush

TOTAL: ZERO [  ] considered Ludacris your favorite rapper?   [ x ] seen an R-rated movie [ x ] cruised the mall [ x ] skipped school [  ] had surgery [ x ] had an injury [  ] gone to court [  ] walked out of a restaurant without paying/tipping [  ] caught something on fire. [  ] lied about your age TOTAL: FOUR [ x ] owned/rented an apartment/house [ x ] broke the law in the police’s presence [  ] made out with someone who had a GF/BF [ x ] got in trouble with the police [ x ] talked to a stranger [  ] hugged a stranger [  ] kissed a stranger [  ] rode in the car with a stranger [  ] been harassed [  ] been verbally harassed TOTAL: FOUR [  ] met face-to-face with someone you met online [  ] stayed online for 5+ hours straight [  ] talked on the phone for more than 4 hours straight [  ] watched TV for 5 hours straight [  ] been to a fair [  ] been called a bad influence [  ] drank and drove [  ] prank-called someone [  ] laid on a couch with someone of the opposite sex [  ] cheated on a test TOTAL: ZERO GRAND TOTAL: TWENTY-FIVE If you have 00-10 … write [I’m a goody-goody] If you have 11-20 … write [I’m still a goody-goody] If you have 21-30 … write [I’m average] If you have 31-40 … write [I’m a bad kid] IF YOU HAVE 41-50 … WRITE [I’M A VERY BAD INFLUENCE] If you have 51-60 … write [I’m a horrible person] If you have 61-70 … write [ I should be in jail ] If you have 71-80 … write [I should be dead] If you have 81-90 … write [I got a ticket to Hell]

[orphous-blog]

"I don't like Superman, Batman, Iron Man—but, would you like to be my man?"

How could he possibly get anything done with Seulgi beside him? 

It takes him a moment to realize she was speaking to him, but in situations like these, that mattered little. Lowering the book in his hands, Yuta looks at her through the corner of his hooded eyes, mild interest clouded over his countenance as he spent the next three seconds of his time processing her question. As cheesy as it was, he was unable to suppress the mirth-ridden simper that etched itself across the seams of his thin dyads, head falling forward, whilst he massages his temples. If another, however, were to have said such to him, he would have blatantly ignore them, but because this was Seulgi, he was immediately moved by her adorable mannerisms. Call him biased, but he’s always had a weak spot for her in his heart. 

Seulgi’s inquiry is all it takes to distract him from his work. It’d be pathetic to some, sweet to others. Yuta sets his textbook off to the side, before he swivels around in his seat to face the elder. He holds eye-contact for seconds on end, gaze practically boring into her own as time inevitably ran through it’s coursed. He doesn’t have a clue as to how someone could be so mesmerizing; one look at her, and he was enticed by her beauty and all that she is. “Why do you do this?” He deadpands, the upper segment of his body moving towards her; he’s close, dangerously close, their faces just inches apart. “Why do you keep making my heart flutter?”

[wnq-writers]

I should have told you I loved you when I had the chance

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@orphous liked for a starter.

        Her shift had just ended and while Father had asked her to help a little longer, she needed a break, away from the suffocating walls that surrounded her and the dim lighting that lighted the hallways. It would make you crazy at some point and it had her wonder why father never used some ACTUAL lighting. 

By the time she had been out of the building, Kahlia was despite of her good stamina: out of breath. The building was old, rather unhealthy, it wasn’t like a castle as in drama’s, but it was gigantic. People usually avoided places like this and she didn’t really blame them. She had to admit it was INTIMIDATING.

The weather was too hot to keep lingering around home, thin fingers finding one lost cig in the pocket of her summery jacket. She didn’t actually smoke, but the STRESS had become almost unbearable, for that one reason she didn’t carry around a lighter. It was one of the few times she felt awkward stepping up to someone and tapping on their shoulder. She had not even seen him smoke, yet here she was. Maybe she thought he looked like someone who smoked, or she was simply a little desperate. 

        “Do you, by any chance, have a LIGHTER?”

[orphous-blog]

The lightest of touches that tapped his shoulder was with enough exertion to snap him out of his reverie, working as an anchor, weighing him down to reality. Yuta takes time away from his phone in order to spare a glance over his shoulder, gaze imperceptibly meeting with the stranger who recently sought his attention. It wasn’t so much as her unanticipated emergence that had startled him, but rather, the question she greeted him with. He hooks a forefinger around the chord connecting to his left earbud, removing it from his ear, before doing the same with his right. It’d be rude to converse with another with them in, even if the exchange were to be brief. “Give me a moment.” He simply states, wrapping the chord around his cellular device until it no longer budged, then he tucks it into the front his denim jeans. “I don’t think I have a lighter, but I may have a pack of matches. Hopefully that will suffice. If not, then I apologize.” 

He withdraws his arms from beneath both straps of his backpack, setting it down onto the pavement, as he kneels down onto the ground. Rummaging through its contents, he eventually stumbles across the aforementioned; the pack was nearly brand new, save for the absence of two or three matches. “Here,” he said, offering it towards the female. “Keep them.”  His response was accompanied by a small grin; corners of his lips subtly curved upwards.”I don’t have much of a use for them anyways.” 

One more look at the female — and he noticed the cigarette delicately weaved between her fingers; too much pressure would cause the cancerous stick to snap in two. Yuta was not a smoker himself, but he was well aware of just how fragile they were; anyone with common sense knew that. Though her choices were none of his concern, curiosity was the sheer cause behind his next verbalization. 

“I don’t mean to be rude, miss, but why do you smoke?”

[wnq-writers]

Heroes aren’t fearless. Heroes are brave, bravery requires fear, and fear is born of loving something enough that its loss would break you.

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[orphous-blog]

triangle + 9, ehem.

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                                                                            ——— Kissing them softly on the lips. 

By the time Yuta walked Seulgi home, night has fallen.

But before he could bid her adieu, her actions rendered him silent. 

He nearly freezes when she returns his jacket to him, the lightweight material promptly draped over his broad shoulders, shielding the epidermis of his exterior physique from the evening breeze. Yuta attempts to regain control over his actions through verbal communication, wherein he parts his lips, wanting to say something; anything, but finds himself struggling through each effort he had made. In the end, however, he simply shuts his eyes, long lashes sitting stark against his pallid complexion, before he releases the breath he hadn’t realized he’d been keeping in. Fascinating. It’s fascinating how one small, simple act of benevolence could affect him in such an inexplicable way; to the point where he’s forgotten how to carry himself. 

Calm down, Yuta. She just returned your jacket to you, it’s nothing big.

“Thank you,” he sheepishly mumbles beneath his breath, as a decorative shade of crimson spreads across the expanse of his cheeks, creating a beauteous contrast against his porcelain-like skin. Oblivious to this unexplained abrupt change in his comportment, Yuta fails to discern the irregular thrum of his heart’s palpitations — thump, thump, th-thump, thump — as his attention remained fixed over the woman in front of him; a woman who made him do things he never thought he’d do, a woman who made him feel things he never thought he’d feel. Maybe it was crazy, or maybe it was something much more. Whichever it may be, there is but one thing he knows for sure: he’s completely head over heels for Kang Seulgi.

A flicker of astonishment blankets over his features when he feels a pair of warm hands rest atop his shoulders, Yuta abandons his thoughts and meets her gaze. Seulgi looked like she wanted to speak, but words fail to reach him, as the distance between them was closed by a kiss; one soft, sweet kiss on the lips. He blinks; once, twice, thrice, in hope of wrapping his mind around what had just transgressed, but all is smothered behind the sheer desire to prolong this kiss that she’d given him. 

One hand travels across the delicate arc of her nape, whereas the other slithers around her waist. Yuta was very well aware of what he was getting himself into, but at this point, he no longer cared. Perhaps it was time for him to let go of the past and start anew; to let loose and enjoy himself. 

Beginning here, with Seulgi. 

The kiss drags on for no more than seven seconds, before Yuta breaks it. He presses his forehead onto hers, gazing into her beautiful brown eyes with a gentle simper stretched across the seams of his lips. “You know,” he begins, subtly mirth dripping from his tone. “Guys are generally the first to initiate a kiss between two, especially the first kiss. How could you hurt my pride like this, orokana?”

[zeusmayo]

[orphous-blog]

please like this post for a starter.

[orphous-blog]

"Yuta!"

The brunette’s thoughts were spontaneously cast aside when the distinct sound of a female’s voice reverberated through the silent still of the night, causing his attention to divert towards the source of the aforementioned. He stops searching once the offender is located, gaze promptly ensnared over her beauteous physiognomy whilst tracing down her elegant features in pure, blatant astonishment. Yuta feels like he has not seen Seulgi in ages, as weeks have passed since the two have last had contact with each other. He blames school, he blames work, and he blames his inability to manage time properly. “Seulgi.” It’s nearly muttered beneath his breath, almost as though there were a twinge of uncertainty plaguing his verbal ability. He sets his textbook down on the unoccupied space beside him and rises from his seat, palms smoothing down his jacket to make sure his appearance is nicely put together in front of the other. “You should be at home. It’s late,” he pauses, “What are you doing out here on your own?”

[orphous-blog]

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                                               ——— Hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it. 

Entrapped. 

That was the first word that came to mind when he felt Minnie’s arms enclose around his torso from behind, chest pressed flush against his back whilst interlaced hands lay flat atop the lower segment of his abdominal region. Yuta stood in complete and utter silence, attempting to unravel the mystery behind her abrupt inducements. However, it was not necessarily an easy task to accomplish, for he could not begin to wrap his mind around the thought of being hugged ‒ or rather, simply touched, for that particular matter; the last time he received any form of physical affection was in April, when he wished his mother a safe flight to South Korea. Four months have passed since then, and it was still so foreign to him. 

Yuta dismisses each thought with the release of an excruciatingly long, deep breath; one, wherein he hadn’t realized he’d been holding on to. “Minnie,” he addresses quietly, speaking in his neutral soft, gentle voice. Lifting an arm, he rests the base of his palm onto the back of her hand, willowy fingers securing a firm, yet delicate, grasp of her own  to free himself from her embrace in a careful manner. Then, albeit in pure silence, he pivots on his heels, facing her, as he releases her from his grip. He  spends the next few seconds scrutinizing her physiognomy, slowly tracing down each lineation of her picturesque features, before honey orbs meet those of a similar shade. “Did something happen? Why did you hug me all of a sudden?”

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roleplaying psa

[ignisxetcrna]

Dear RP partner,

                       I’m sorry I take 2837897845748 years to respond.

                                                                                                                Love, the Mun

[orphous-blog]

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                                                                                ——— Falling asleep on or next to them. 

Yuta returned to his condominium in Seoul around eight in the evening on the day he had ran into Juwon on the streets. He took a shower, prepared dinner, and left the elder be whilst he buried his nose into his law textbooks, reviewing its material to prepare himself for Monday’s lecture. He’d been studying for well over an hour now, retaining as much of its information as he possibly could, and jotting down notes and page numbers whenever he came across something of importance. Perhaps he was going above and beyond, doing more than what his professor advised, but it has become a habit of his; it’s become second nature. 

Juwon has been usually quiet, and Yuta hasn’t noticed until now. He sets his pen down onto the desk and directs his attention towards the other’s direction, gaze looming over their physiognomy in a rather sluggish mannerism before he learned of the reason behind their prolonged silence: Juwon was asleep, perched beside him with their eyes shut. He’s never seen this side of them before, and he begins to question whether he favors their conscious or unconscious state more. However, this way, Juwon couldn’t do or say anything that could potentially press his buttons and get on his nerves.

He chooses to savor the silence, unsure of when it’d return. 

Then he carefully gets off the bed, moving his belongings onto the nightstand located to the right. One false, careless move, and he would have woken up Juwon. He didn’t want that. Not now, at least. Yuta finds himself looking at the elder yet once again, honeyed orbs tracing down the arch of their brow, to the sharp slope of their jaw. He knows staring is rude, he could almost hear his mother scorching his insolent behavior. “Geez,” said the male, heavy sigh following suit. First, he reaches for their cellular device, removing it from their possession to move elsewhere. He then makes a grasp for the duvet, dexterous digits slowly curling around the hem in order to drape the soft quilt over the latter’s body. 

Sometimes he feels like more of a father than a friend. 

His touch is delicate; light, pads of his fingers tentatively brushing across the ends of Juwon’s fringe, moving each strand away from their eyes, as a mirthful simper threatens to part rosette brims in two. Yuta is not necessarily close with many, but to those he’s warmed up to, he makes sure to treat them with the utmost kindness, care, and respect. Not because he has to, but because he wants to. “I think I prefer you this way,” he begins, gathering everything he moved onto the nightstand earlier, before he leaves the room to settle down elsewhere. 

Goodnight, Juwon. 

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attack hugging them

falling asleep on or next to them

giving them the best back massage they’ve ever had

holding their hand for the first time

hugging them from behind when they weren’t expecting it

hugging them way too tightly

kissing their forehead or cheek

kissing their neck

kissing them softly on the lips

playfully whacking them with a pillow

sneaking up behind them and blowing a raspberry on their neck

surprise kissing them

telling them they love them for the first time

tickling them

waking them up by holding them and playing with their hair

[yutenor]

yutangel 

[orphous-blog]

 tagged by: @runest​

tagging: @jaenv​, @qiuom​, @vartouhix​, @velikane​, @veternity​, @insilium​, @infernalkai​, @devourtruth​, @reminiscis​, and @vunoia​.

1. BASICS

NAME: — PRONOUNS: — ZODIAC SIGN: aquarius. 

THREE FACTS: 001. introvert af.  002. clean freak. don’t touch me with your filthy hands. i’ll bite.  003. probably the biggest nct slut.

2. EXPERIENCE

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i don’t remember exactly when i started roleplaying. but i believe it was somewhere between five to six years ago.  PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED: in the beginning, i started out on facebook and twitter. eventually, one of my friends suggested tumblr. i was iffy at first, but as soon as i joined this roleplay (kstars), i fell in love. ever since the, i’ve quit facebook and twitter, thus making tumblr my one and only roleplaying platform. 
BEST EXPERIENCE: i have had several different muses and i have met/roleplayed with several different muses/muns. some of my experiences were good, whereas others were just plain terrible. however, it wasn’t until two — almost three — years ago that i had the best experience ever. it was when i met @jaenv​. we’ve been roleplay partners for a long time now; our muses are almost always connected in some kind of way. but there were two muses in particular that we shared the strongest connection with; these two muses were what introduced us to each other. if it hadn’t been for them, we wouldn’t be where we are today. i won’t name those two muses (not without consent), but everything was beautifully plotted. from the beginning to the end. to this very day, i still remember everything that happened between them. regardless, it was because of that very experience that i was able to develop and grow as a writer; and i’d like to personally thank jaenv for helping shape me into the person i am today. 

3. MUSE  PREFERENCES

FEMALE OR MALE:  i don’t necessarily have a problem with either, but personally, i actually prefer having a male muse. im not exactly sure why, but i’ve always had a stronger connection towards my male muses (both past and present). i’ve always developed them more than females; and a lot of it has to do with the fact that if and when i do have a female muse, there aren’t many people who are willing to roleplay/write with me. either that, or they aren’t as invested into the plot/thread as myself.  MULTI OR SINGLE: how can i handle a multi muse when i can barely handle a single muse? but if we were to talk about my overall perception of multi muses, i’m actually amazed with those who are able to pull this off; with those who actually go out of their way to go in-depth and devise a complex plot line for each of their muses to follow. personally, i couldn’t do this, simply because i do not have the time, patience, and motivation. not only that, but as @runest​ mentioned, i also think it would give your muses less attention. so to make a long story short, i would not have a multi muse. however, i am in no way against those who do have them. i’ve interacted with a few, and each experience was relatively fine. their characters were lovely, and they were all unique in their own little ways. 

4.  WRITING  PREFERENCES

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: i’m probably one of the biggest sluts for angst out there. if angst is your shit, slide into my dms and hit me up. i promise i’ll treat you better than drake. lowkey want some fluff though. LONG OR SHORT REPLIES:  i honestly have no personal preference. but i suppose it depends on the context of the thread itself. 

BEST TIME TO WRITE: between eight in the evening to midnight. please don’t ask me why.  ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): in some ways, yes. in others, no.