far gone.

Gotta jet.

[psycheprints-blog]

[ hiatus. ]

[ until i decide what to do with these muses ]

[vendetta-directory-blog]

There's a troll in the dungeon!

"With a conclusion of our month of Vendetta at Hogwarts, we would just like to-- What's that? A troll in the dungeon, you say? Well, then... Students! Please remain calm. Professors and prefects, please lead students back to their common rooms. Professors Dumbledore, McGonagall, and Hedwig will head out and take care of everything."

What had started as a celebratory Halloween feast has instead turned into a disaster! With a creature lurking in the dungeons, you’re positive that you’ve learned more than enough in your classes to take them down yourself instead of staying put. Call it loyalty, bravery, wit, or cunning, but you’re determined to fight whatever lurks outside…

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141021: With Halloween right around the corner, it’s time to venture into the muggle world for some mischief fun! Where’s your favorite place in Seoul and why? What do you do there?

It's a mystery how she always ends up in Itaewon on her trips back home. The entire district was unpredictable and full of suspect characters. Somewhere her family would never venture to look for her even on their wildest days. And perhaps that's what made it so appealing despite the mostly negative reputation it had garnered over the years.

It honestly was't a horrid place, fancy lounges, shopping districts and restaurants left it a good place to have a good time without getting caught using magic. Especially since the rules of Gangnam did not apply to Itaewon. It certainly was a nice change to the stuffy air of her family's mansion and her mother's suffocating personality. 

And perhaps that's why Min Young now sat at the bar, no ID to be had, but it wasn't as if they had carded her on her way in. She was an eighteen year old who looked every bit of thirty already. A litter of shot glasses surrounded her as she giggled manically at nothing, shameless in nature and blurry in judgement. 

"Best drinks in Korea..." The bruentte muttered, nursing her last glass before her head begins to fall, landing straight on the bar counter. Yeah, Itaewon was a damn good vacation spot. 

Well, until that hangover hit her Thursday morning. 

[psycheprints-blog]

141018: Hopefully you packed your best dress robes for the Yule Ball tonight. What would you wear to such a formal occasion? Who would you take as a date?

Well, this was unexpected.

The Yule Ball was an occasion to be avoided at all costs in Min Young's mind. After an...incident her second year, the witch spent the better part of a month locked up in her room when she was not attending classes. She was simply too socially awkward to attend functions such as these, even when they were hosted by her own family. Dresses and corsages and lovely seventh years out her league and scope of innate interest.  

But, here she was adorned in a glittering, floor length dress of sapphire blue, hair chopped short and curled in an attempt to keep herself from being recognized and a white lily attached to her wrist. A sight sure to be seen. 

But, it was all wrong. 

She shouldn't be here, doe eyes stared down to her "date", Jung Yunho, a fellow seventh year and arguably her best friend. With all his achievements, Min Young was astounded he could be so ridiculously silly. An idiot genius, to be sure. 

The object of his affection stood across the room, mingling with those who dared approach him. But, despite his stoic appearance, years of observation left her keen to the yearning in his eyes at the sight of Yunho. 

And it seemed the witch wasn't alone in her thoughts as she spared glances to a dashing Alastair and Yujin, who stared on with the same exasperation.

Two lovesick diots. That's what Changmin and Yunho were.

141019: Sniff, sniff — ooh la la… what’s that lovely smell? If a love potion was crafted for you, what would your amortentia smell like? List and describe three things.

Old books - Considered a strong, musty smell by many, it seems to follow Min Young around no matter where she goes. But, perhaps seven years spent in a dauntingly enormous library can do that to a woman.

Oak - The sent of her home, surrounded by masses of trees, though mainly oaks. It is a sleepy scent, making those feel at ease enough to rest under the shade, much like Min Young when she tutors students. 

Sugar - Unbeknownst to many fellow peers, Min Young does enjoy cooking and baking and is actually quite adept at it. But, she does find herself preferring sweets over the harsh seasonings of normal course meals.. 

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141014: EXPECTO PATRONUM! A dementor is about to consume part of your soul. What shape would your patronus be and why? What would be a happy moment to trigger it?

Was this it? Six years of living and breathing Hogwarts just to lose it all in a single Dementor's kiss? Her wand was just out of reach and she could feel every last droplet of curiosity and ambition leave her bones like a crippling disease had overwhelmed her. But, suddenly a wind flew past both Min Young and the now distracted Dementor. Looking around in a state of utter confusion, she wondered who her rescuer was, did she know them? Were they a fellow student? However, she had no time to run through all the possibilities as a voice, harsh but muffled through the seemingly woven green scarf, shouted to her in frustration at her slow actions.

"Dammit all, go woman!"

With that, a rush of adrenaline flew across the brunette's brain. Quickly locating her wand, Min Young's eyes shifted from their calm hazel to a fiery charcoal, narrowing as she wasted not one more breath before screaming out; "Expecto Patronum!" 

And suddenly an enormous bear appeared, stark white in appearance, but just as ready to attack as Min Young was. The Dementor gave a deafening screech at the sudden appearance of light. However, the brunete was gone, drawn back into memories of her grandmother reading her bedtime stories, performing spells at the behest of a young Min Young, and the sweet smell of baked treats that greeted her with each visit. 

And when she opened her eyes, it was silent. Both her rescuer and the Dementor and the young witch almost questioned her own recollection of the prior events. 

141015: Uh oh — not all magic is good magic. If you were to hide a piece of your soul for the purpose of attaining immortality, what would your horcrux be and why?

Thirty-five years. 

Thirty-five years of her walking this Earth, and as memories filled her mind, Min Young gave a forlorn sigh. Her daughter ran amok with a few friends from the neighborhood, giggling madly and squealing as they played a game the elder brunette could name for the life of her. 

A twinge of remorse plagued her heart at the sight, knowing full well she had now forced her own flesh and blood to walk this Earth for eternity with her, whether she wished or not. It was a selfish desire, but growing old terrified Min Young, she was at her prime, powerful, beautiful, a daughter to carry on her legacy. But, she was selfish, wanting her youth to last for eternity. 

But, there was nothing the Professor could do now. Curiosity had won out against her better judgement and maternal instinct. And whether her daughter wanted it or not, she would follow her mother into the doors of Hell if they proved another adventure for the elder. 

[hxvding]

my character is allowed to have feelings. if my character somehow falls for yours, whatever reason; it does NOT mean i am FORCING a ship on you. it means they develop a crush or fall in love with your character, and i really should be allowed to do so. it does not mean that you have to make your character love mine. it doesn’t mean anything. it just means my character likes yours and thats what it is. this is also a message saying that it’s completely okay that YOUR character has feelings for mine, and if the feeling isn’t mutual, you’re gonna have to stick with that. i don’t control my character’s feelings, no matter how strange that sounds.

[mermantula]

imagine being in ravenclaw and going back to your common room  stumbling drunk in the middle of the night after a magical night of partying and having to answer a fucking riddle in order to get in your own goddamn bedroom

[psycheprints-blog]

[ curious. ]

[alztr]

Interesting was the only word he could use as an adjective that suited her for now. By the reaction she had given him, it only showed that she, herself had the same inner interest like any other student here in this school. Yet, she was so adamant that he was nothing special when it was the complete opposite obviously. If he was bored, now, he could always find more about her; the person who seemed to be so irked with his very presence.

Alastair smiled at her, his pearly white teeth in display as he pushes his long hair aside before leaning back; making sure she was watching him as he observed the red slowly leaving her cheeks. “I’ll try my best. As always, of course but now … for you,” he said lowly as his eyes continued to look into hers. Women were all the same, say the things they want to hear and give them a charming smile and they’ll bloom; touch all the sweet spots and they’ll grow weak in the knees. Typical.

"Anything else you would like to say? Ask? You have my attention and I’m looking only at you now …"

[psycheprints-blog]

Brain now fully functioning, Min Young managed to figure out what he was trying to do. Using the same charms he no doubt used on countless other unsuspecting girls, well, there was no way in this lifetime she'd give in to such overused tactics like those. Right after she got over the feeling of wanting to vomit with their once close proximity.

Questions. She had so many she didn't know where she wanted to start, this was her chance to get into the mind of a house she regrettably knew almost nothing about. Perhaps she shouldn't ask them all at once, no good scaring off her one willing volunteer. Three at a time, yes, that should do it.

"What are you reading? Why do you stare at the walls in Herbology with such contempt? Do you participate in any extracurricular activities? What family are you from?" Oh, blast it, that was one too many. She'd have to work on self-control later.

[soodacris-blog]

Go on anon and confess something to me.

[xiaomagissa]

♫

Fly me to the moon Let me play among the stars Let me see what spring is like On Jupiter and Mars

There are some people who want only to achieve their childhood dreams in life. People who know who and what they want to be for the moment their eyes lock onto the television’s visuals; or their ears witness the audible majesty coming through headphones; or their mind fills in the sensory inputs from the word scrawled across a page. This was exactly the kind of person the aspiring astronaut in this story was. Currently in the Air Force, this pilot wanted nothing more than to see the world from a premium seat… in space. The rush that filled every cell in this dreamer’s body from the very thought of it never failed to feel as genuine as it had in adolescent days.

Of course, dreaming only did so much for this ambitious soul. So, when the opportunity to move from the Air Force to the space program, it was just one more step in the right direction: one that could make such dreams into reality.

Enter this story’s second focus: a borderline-obsessive scientist with an intense love for physics and a variety of other sciences. No, not the proverbial nerd, but someone who got enthusiastic when it came to working with others to engineer anything. This workaholic may not have had a slew of dreams as a child, but the life that had been constructed over the past few years was all one could possibly want: a job pertaining to the sciences, a place to live, a reasonable income, and opportunities to keep things varied. One of those chances to mix things up came through with a contract for the country’s latest space endeavors.

It was something about sending a team to the moon for long-term research.

In other words, hold my hand In other words, baby, kiss me

The best partnerships are those built from mutual interest. In what some might call a twist of fate and others might call coincidence, the aspiring astronaut stumbled upon the science-loving workaholic whilst looking for someone to quell the desire to learn more about the mission that this whole astronaut selection was tied to. Most might have protested or denied such time to someone meant to handle flight or maintenance, but some compelling force refused to let these two solo acts become anything but a duo. And thus started the late night or weekend tutoring sessions coupled with takeout and coffee runs.

But no one can spend so much time with another without a bond forming. Unfortunately for these well-matched enthusiasts, that bond began to resemble romance after a few months.

Fill my heart with song And let me sing forever moreYou are all I long for All I worship and adore

Affection was never the easiest thing to hide. The question was, where were would things go from the teacher-student relationship that was transpiring? Would one of the two manage to come to terms with what happened to be building between the pair; or would a weekly meeting meant to focus on a simple common interest end up being enough? It wasn’t as if dreams would need to be cancelled or one’s work life deferred; however, admitting to oneself and convincing another that there was something else in the world—and a person at that—who could rival the intense feeling brought on by childhood aspirations and present passions was nothing less than frightening.

…Of course, it could end up worth their while.

In other words, please be true In other words, I love you

[psycheprints-blog]

I will write about the following, leave one in my ask box.

Dear person I hate, Dear person I like, Dear ex boyfriend, Dear ex girlfriend, Dear ex bestfriend, Dear bestfriend, Dear *anyone*, Dear Santa, Dear mom, Dear dad, Dear future me, Dear past me, Dear person I’m jealous of, Dear person I had a crush on, Dear girlfriend, Dear boyfriend, Dear [insert URL here],

[psycheprints-blog]

141013: Double, double, toil and trouble. Something wicked this way comes! A magical beast has come your way, what did you encounter and how would you react?

Black.

It's all she sees as the creature glances down to her, skeletal hooves firmly planted in the ground beneath it. Hazel eyes widen in fear as she slowly tries to back away from it, face pale and breath visible with the suddenly frosted air.

Small patches of hair cover the towering beast, bones otherwise fully visible. Its wings almost creak and snap as they unfurl, the creature seeming to be almost intelligent as it stared down to her. 

Thestral. 

She had read about them countless times, finding them to be beautiful and interesting creatures. However, if she had no recollection of watching anyone die, how could she it now, teen feet tall and terrifying? The witch almost reaches for her wand, digging around the grass for the fallen item. But, when Min Young turns back around, hoping a patronus would banish the creature, 

It vanishes. Nowhere to be seen as if it was a figure of her imagination. The next thing she knows, Professor McGonagall is grabbing her away, pulling her back to castle while simultaneously checking for injuries, chastising about coming into the forests this early in the morn. 

But, Min Young is dazed, not sure whether to believe the waking nightmare she had seen or dismiss it as a figment of her own imagination.

[strngshoulders]

SONG PLOTS !! PART TWO

SONG INSPIRED PLOTS FROM ARIANA'S NEW ALBUM 'MY EVERYTHING' !! ( part 2, you can find part 1 here ! )

l o v e  m e  h a r d e r —— muse a and muse b have a one night stand. the next morning it’s awkward but they go out for breakfast together and talk about themselves. with time they become friends, and there’s obviously the occasional hook up. both of them have many problems and issues and they realize that when they’re together things are slightly better. muse a wants to be with muse b but doesn’t think they love her enough so muse b is determined to prove that s/he does. ❝ if you want to keep me, you gotta love me harder ❞

j u s t  a  l i t t l e  b i t  o f  y o u r  h e a r t —— it’s a complicated relationship. muse b is constantly lying and cheating on muse a, but muse a acts as if s/he doesn’t mind. s/he doesn’t asks where muse b has been when s/he comes home late and doesn’t try to find out either. muse a feels like a fool for muse b, for loving them so much despite all the lies. muse a doesn’t tell muse b how s/he feels, but s/he only wants a little bit of their heart and will stay with muse b as long as she has it, not wanting to lose them and be alone. ❝ i heard a little love, is better than none ❞

h a n d s  o n  m e —— muse a and muse b meet in a club. they are immediately infatuated by each other. they dance; it’s hot and sweaty none of them seem to mind. there’s dirty whispers and hands everywhere as they dance together for the rest of the night, teasing and having fun. they go home together, intoxicated and eager. muse a might seem a fragile little thing but she guarantees she can’t take anything and the last thing s/he wants is for muse b togo easy on her/him.  ❝ eyes on me, dance on me, tonight you’re all i need ❞

m y  e v e r y t h i n g —— muse a and muse b broke up. even though muse a was the one that ended it, s/he’s the one that misses being with the other the much. muse a cries and cries, the pain too much for them to bare. when s/he can’t take it anymore, muse a decides to push her pride away, apologize and try to get muse b back. ❝ so it’s time i push my pride away, ‘cause you are my everything ❞

o n l y  1 —— their relationship is perfect, too perfect, actually. it’s a fairytale. muse a feels like s/he’s in the clouds with muse b but after a while s/he gets suspicious, doubting anything could ever be so perfect. muse a suspects s/he’s not muse b's only one and starts going through his phone and paying more attention. but is it all just in muse a's head or is muse b not as perfect as s/he appears? ❝ your love is three times better, how could anyone forget ❞

y o u  d o n ’ t  k n o w  m e —— muse a is famous, always in the center of attention. everyone wants to believe s/he’s perfect. getting tired of all the fame and attention, of people trying to tell her/him what to do and who to be, she tries to be on the low instead of the spotlight but that never works. when muse a meets muse b, a fan (or not) and they become friends and eventually something more, muse b seems to be one of the people that thinks muse a is perfect but muse a argues s/he doesn’t truly know her/him yet. ❝ think you know me, but there’s more to see, my love ❞

this is part 2, all the plots can be m/f, f/f or m/m! 

hope you enjoy thissss, like if you did please!

[neuromaencer]

[psycheprints-blog]

[ curious. ]

[alztr]

Seeing her furrowed her eyebrows together, the slight glare of her nostrils; Alastair had successfully made the female even more annoyed with his presence than she already was. His new company for the day was definitely entertaining as how the other students were merely a drag for him. Today was a different day from the norm nevertheless.

"That’s called being achievement-oriented, miss; something you Ravenclaws lack," he countered her remark with another, having a dislike towards people who challenge him.

Alastair waved his hand dismissively as he looked down again, away from her with as if he was disinterested with her presence; a child who was done playing with his toy. But an idea crossed his mind as he placed the book on the table that came in between them, leaning just a tad closer towards her with his elbows resting on the hardwood. “Should I impress you then since you seemed so unsatisfied with me?” he said softly though loud and deep enough for her to hear.

[psycheprints-blog]

"Achievement-oriented", he called it, Min Young could have laughed at his choice of words, too many bad experiences between herself and his house to even form a reasonable opinion. "Sure, if that gets you to sleep at night." The witch gave a shrug, leaning back in her chair as she shifted to sit cross-legged in her seat.

As his attention turned back to the book, she gave a soft huff, not willing to admit defeat after just a half hour of talking with the other. However, as she sat his book down a brow peaked with renewed interest, head tilting. But, as he inched closer, elbows against the hardwood and face uncomfortably close to her own, Min Young could not help the fiery red coloring her face as she inched away from him. "Just keep my interest and that's good enough, if you can..impress me, good for you."

She had not meant the pause, and the coloring of her face was embarrassing to say the least. Having never been this physically close to anyone sent the brunette reeling as her brain tried for a viable solution, but only seemed to frazzle out each time. 

[psycheprints-blog]

[ curious. ]

[alztr]

It was amusing to say the least to watch the Ravenclaw wither in annoyance as he had heard her the first time. He just wanted her to define her question further as it was rather general the first time.

"Please. I am not that low of a wizard to put a charm on myself just so I could get everyone’s attention. It’s despicable to do such a thing and if I may add, plain pathetic," he stared her down before looking down at the book he was reading once more.

"Besides, wouldn’t it be a little more challenging if you just figured it out yourself rather than take the easy way and ask me about ‘how I do it?’. Or is this your way of getting my attention and having the chance to talk to me?" By now he was smirking at her, his eyes directly looking into hers as he awaited her answer. In fact, this was the first in a while someone had the courage to talk to him aside from Changmin but he was his roommate and fellow Slytherin. Other students from the opposing houses would talk behind his back or rather indirectly at him knowing very much Alastair would listen but not act upon it. 

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------ "Quite frankly, with Slytherins I can't rule out any possibility. You all are obnoxiously determined to get what you desire." Min Young clarified sharply, expression annoyed despite her best attempts to hide it 

He had raised a good point, puzzles, especially long-winded ones, did fascinate the Ravenclaw to no end. But, she would not let him know that, not with that smug smirk appearing on his face again. Oh, how she wished she could just knock right off. And how dare he have the audacity to suggest the brunette would harbor such childish feelings akin to "crushes". Hazel eyes stared into teasing onyx ones, narrowing as her nails drummed against the aged wood. "Believe what you please, Alastair. I am simply curious as to what others find so attractive about you. So far, I am unimpressed, you are nothing more than an amusement seeking child." 

Perhaps she was taking the whole situation a bit too seriously, but something about Alastair crawled underneath her skin, made her jumpy and nervous and frustrated all at once. He was like a walking DADA class. 

[psycheprints-blog]

[ curious. ]

[alztr]

Six years in this damned school and everyday it was the same situation; a routine everyone must have stuck with. Out of the door and already he could hear students whispering if not squealing over his presence as he carried himself down the hallway to the library. It was the only place where Alastair wouldn’t have to hear their petty opinions of him. The students, either being the same year or younger would either look at him with admiration, respect or envy. Even the final year students treated Alastair with respect and somehow, he was crowned King of the social society of this school; not that he intended to grab the title in the first place.

However, he couldn’t deny the fact that he liked the attention. He was suppose to be the greatest wizard of their time after all, so he should get used to the attention and fascination everyone had of him now. It was good practice and it definitely fed his ego.

He shook his head to rid of any thoughts before he carried on with his reading, turning a page before he felt the chair opposite of him moved though he didn’t spare the other a glance. But once the girl disrupt his peace, only then he shot a look at the other; immediately knowing that she was a Ravenclaw by the way she carried herself. “Whatever do you mean?” he decided to answer with another question, noticing the irritation and slight frustration crawling on her skin.

[psycheprints-blog]

---- A scoff leaves her lips as she rolls her eyes in response to males question, wishing some people would listen the first time they heard a question. It was honestly frustrating having to repeat herself several times a day in academic settings, let alone social ones.

------ "I said, how do you do it? Make everyone fall over themselves at your very existence? Do you have some type of charm on yourself?" ------

---- Min Young took this time to look over Alastair, curious as to what was so incredibly charming or attractive about him. He was indeed handsome, she could give him that, a bit absent-minded it seemed and he did seem to loathe the entire existence of this school. Hm, perhaps it was the quiet contempt in his eyes or simply how he carried himself. Even the brunette had to admit he did have a magnetic aspect in his very presence, drawing even her own usually briefly lived curiosity.