⋅ – – ◟ᵍᶦᵛᵉ ᵃ ᶫᶦᵗᵗᶫᵉ⋅ ᵍᵉᵗ @resetheir-blog - Tumblr Blog

I’m working all day today and then going over to a friends for food and video games so I probably won’t be around unless its skype or kik. When I get home tonight I’ll probably favor working on Noctis instead of being here but mutuals can feel free to plot things with me or chat for tomorrow since I have the day off ! just IM if you want my skype or IM me if you wanna chat.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ᶫᵒᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ◝ | ooc #( not really feeling Jumin right now....#kanye shrug maybe tomorrow )

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zenderela:

A DREAM IS A WISH YOUR HEART MAKES.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ᵃˢ ˢᵗʳᵒᶰᵍ ᵃˢ ᵗʰᵉ ʷᵉᵃᵏᵉˢᵗ ᶫᶦᶰᵏ◝ | promos #( this MY babe tho.......... !!! )

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heraldicoma:

&& all you knew for so long was the ache you and the moonlight shared. ( how could they ask the boy with blood on his heels to forget the sun? )

you burned yourself to death, boy, but you knew how it was to die with one last taste of sunlit air.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃʳᵗ◝ | self promo #( i did it....#victory theme plays in the bg )

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resetheir:

He was whole, as whole as he would ever be, as whole as he would ever hope to be with his cells only held together with the dust of the underworld, veins like vines as if they were trying to hold his bones together, as if they knew where his heart would belong, as if they knew he would wander this earth searching for it again under each shadow.

Put your ear to his chest, feel the pads of his fingertips, there is no warmth within him, no flush on his cheeks, he walks through flames, onto highways, blinded by light and begging for something, anything, anything besides the absent of the beat in his chest.

They stitched him back together so long ago, but another already lived with his heart under their skin.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃʳᵗ◝ | self promo #( reblogs this before running off to finish noctit...!! )

fyp-philosophy

Genius and madness have something in common: both live in a world that is different from that which exists for everyone else.

Arthur Schopenhauer (via narikei)

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. & ( zenderela )

his palms were sweaty, knees weak, and his arms were heavy . the corporate heir demanded the musical actor not to focus on anyone but him . they were once archenemies, or that was what the actor had said . hyun, also known as zen, often swooned the ladies with his handsome physical appearance, along with his charismatic behavior on the theatre stage . it was not compared to jumin, who was the executive director of a conglomerate company . a fundraising association had drawn them together, not knowing they would end up in sadomasochism . hyun was attracted to jumin, but he often denied his feelings for him . that was because his personality reminded him of his older brother, whom he became estranged due to complicated relationships with his family, which led him to run away from home . it made him utterly confused . he did not think he feel that way about the same sex at all . now the pain was his pleasure because nothing would measure . his efforts for romance and sexual intercourse were reserved for women .

hyun accepted the fact he would die alone . it had been five years, or perhaps longer, when he last went on a date . that was due the amount of time he had to dedicate himself to his acting career . in the present, the only thing he paid attention to was jumin’s desire to stay with him . enemies to lovers was quite a catch . he knew for a fact that he was bound to him for who knew how long . his heart had beat faster than a beating drum . as his eyes were covered by a ribbon dyed in crimson ink, he listened to the words he wished to hear . it was unbelievable how they came that far, but he was insecure and in denial . he took a deep breath before he replied with a simple question, ‘ you would do that… for me ? ’ although he denied all of jumin’s offers, there was no way he would refuse to be with someone he had mutual affections for . that was all he desired, besides performing on a bigger stage .

‘ i love you too . you can do anything you want… master . ’

@resetheir

Catering to the side of sin, a man, a servant to the begotten desires. Encouraging distasteful lust, turning man into monster. Lost in the pride of ownership. A beast in the breakdown, summoning the very principles of love to question movements that argued otherwise. What was supposed to be sacred in the eyes of holy society, turned black when his fingers scraped across the surface. Burning scars into flesh, digging canines into the aftermath until the promise of iron seeped onto his tongue. Was there a comeback for men like him? Claiming beings of freedom for his own purpose.

#zenderela #⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᵉᵈ◝ | zenderela #nsfw //#( read more just in case 8||| )

. & ( blindingsol )

@resetheir The Beginning of The Thing™

a curse is muttered under her breath as she moves, swiftly, towards the elevator. he won’t understand -––– yes, she knew that and said that. to jihyun this is just another bump in messy, sad rika. but she isn’t that rika anymore ; isn’t a shadow of a shadow of a former self. no, she is so much more, and too much for him to understand. the elevator chimes as she steps on. looking down, her hands don’t shake. it feels good that she can’t remember when her hands stopped shaking, even with the dirty work that needs to be done. paradise calls, and the road to it can sometimes get messy. she knows that. she has known that for a while now. it is for the greater good, and her hands don’t shake. she is not some weak thing any longer. she is bigger than the sun of jihyun from what she used to be eclipsed by ; brighter and stronger than he could ever imagine.

she has outgrew him. and now, he won’t follow. it’s no matter. rika knew he wouldn’t -–– that’s why she barely let him in on her own rabbit hole. they were supposed to be the two people that would jump when the other asked them to, no questions why asked. he won’t hold up his end of the deal. it doesn’t matter. she doesn’t need him to. he is blind -–– and soon he truly will be. she doesn’t need him. she has what -–– and who ––- she needs.

rika is already walking towards the door and the security guards by the time the ding let’s lets the top floor know she’s there. she greets them and isn’t stopped -–– not because of the look of determination etched upon her ( that is definitely present ), but instead because there are less than a handful of people allowed into the penthouse without the need of clearance. rika is one of them. with the door opened she finds jumin quick enough, barely paying mind to what he is doing where he stands. she stops herself and forces herself not to pace. it’s hard. her body sings : everything is coming together and all she wants to do is keep moving -– but there are things that need to be taken care of and solidified.

❛ do you have a bottle open ? i think i would like a glass of red. ❜

she sits on his couch, hoping he understands that he is supposed to drop whatever he’s doing and join her. ( and, of course, pour her a glass of a nice red. ) a sigh leaks from her mouth, and she tries to relax her body into the comfort.

❛ v’s out. i didn’t tell him everything -–– didn’t tell him everything you know and i trusted you with. but he’s out, completely. and -–– i’m leaving. tonight. to stay at the headquarters permanently. ❜

her eyes cut to him to see him, to question how he will answer, to hear his allegiance to follow her for the greater good.

He was a blank canvas in her regard. Awaiting the moment she would take a brush to his skin, painting colors on porcelain. Giving monochrome a meaning to lighten. Aesthetically calculating the ways in which he could melt into her. A puppet with no strings. Her creative mind leaving open sores for him to find reason to fill. A fool for sacrifice, a fool for her. All because she could tame the demons in his head -- - leaving peace in their wake && allowing time the hurt that had created him to dissipate.

The bottle he’d opened earlier that night is spared for her. Filling the crystal glass half full before he hands it to her. ❛ To be expected. Jihyun is too stubborn to persuade into other ideals. We’ll go on alone. ❜

Red meets his lips && he pauses for her words to sink in. Leaving. An unacceptable idea, but one he knows he has to respect. There’s no other choice, with their plans, their dreams ( though his dreams were only of her ) she could not remain here any longer. A fact he would remember when those thoughts of seclusion would take control && he’d struggle to stop himself from keeping her forever. Possession was never for her, too free a soul to keep. But, he was in her clutches, forever following in her footsteps.

❛ I would follow you if I could. I think it best I work apart from the headquarters. A corporate heir visiting some secluded location in the mountains would draw too much attention... We’d be finished before we even started. I want this to work for you, Rika. ❜

#blindingsol #⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ˢᶜʳᶦᵖᵗᵉᵈ◝ | blindingsol #verse to be named.//#( sorry my reply isnt as..... idek 8|||||#the struggle of trying to push through a slump )

He was whole, as whole as he would ever be, as whole as he would ever hope to be with his cells only held together with the dust of the underworld, veins like vines as if they were trying to hold his bones together, as if they knew where his heart would belong, as if they knew he would wander this earth searching for it again under each shadow.

Put your ear to his chest, feel the pads of his fingertips, there is no warmth within him, no flush on his cheeks, he walks through flames, onto highways, blinded by light and begging for something, anything, anything besides the absent of the beat in his chest.

They stitched him back together so long ago, but another already lived with his heart under their skin.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ʸᵒᵘ'ʳᵉ ᶰᵒᵗ ᵃ ᵖᶦᵉᶜᵉ ᵒᶠ ᵃʳᵗ◝ | self promo #( finally my block as been lifted.....#im gonna go cry myself to sleep now ~ )

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jihyuns-eyes:

grab his waist

pull him close until you see his eyes are closed

slip your hands into his pocket

take his wallet

don’t even kiss him

just run

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ᵗᵃᵏᵉ ʸᵒᵘʳ ᶜʰᵃᶦʳ ʷᶦᵗʰ ʸᵒᵘ◝ | crack #( yes do this )

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Alright, so with my extended time here and the way my muse has been operating at high velocity lately ( when I’m not exhausted that is ) I want to extend the opportunity to forge a bond between your character and my Jumin.

A few things – -

This does not = shipping. while I will not rule it out, I will only ship with chemistry. ( keep in mind also, I do not generally ship with duplicates of canon characters. aka; RFA members. exceptions to this rule can be made. )

Relationships do not only mean romantic. Please keep the above rule in mind, but platonic and nemesis ships are MOST welcome as well.

Keep in mind, that with this I do expect us to keep in some form of contact. I like to know who my partners are, it makes writing with them ever more exciting.

As long as you’re cool with the above, feel free to give this a like so that I can drop into your IMs for discussion. Developing a pre-established relationship with another is much easier in terms of writing and will allow me to fully develop my AU Reset!Jumin far better than I have been. I look forward to plotting/developing things with you.

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sorry I haven’t been too active on the writing front lately... I’ve been exhausted and/or fighting a depressive state so I’ve just been lurking and talking to people on skype. I’ll try to be more active on my day off tomorrow if I don’t get anything done tonight.

#⋅ 🐾 ⋅ – – ◟ᶫᵒᵍᵍᵉᵈ ᵒᶠᶠ◝ | ooc