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𝐍𝐀𝐌 𝐁𝐄𝐎𝐌𝐒𝐔 : unknown age, leviathan. 25, wanderer.

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with minhae .

he glanced around. there were a few people nearby, a lot of unfamiliar faces for that festival, but none of them seemed particularly helpful. then he glanced in the other direction, and there was his first stroke of good luck all week, in the shape of somebody much closer—observing? no one ever stared at a ritual so openly. "you. hello." minhae eyed them up and down. they looked useful, at least. "do you have nothing better to do for the next minute?"

beomsu is often credited with being at the right place or the wrong time, or the wrong place at the right time, or — more often than not — a combination of the two. this world is a place where phenomena like chance and fate are not given their power by something as finicky as human belief. the existence of the weave and the magic that drifts all around them gives them a little more weight and substance.

a less charitable, but perhaps more accurate, assessment of how beomsu ends up in the situations that he does, is that he simply walks into them. where others would see a stranger performing a ritual in broad daylight, and hurriedly turn the other way before the stranger notices them and ropes them in — and there's quite a mixed bag of the type of characters who would be bold enough to do such a thing — well. beomsu's curious.

do you have nothing better to do for the next minute ? he considers the question with far more gravitas than he needs to, weighing his options for a few moments before ultimately deciding: "no." he blinks. "i have nothing better to do." it's said with a degree of honesty that could be interpreted as insulting, if it weren't for the fact that his expression is devoid of any sort of mocking or derision.

he registers this as a sort of invitation, which hopefully means that he's allowed to do this — approach the pile of what looks to be rubbish to observe it more closely. "do you need help disposing of this ?" he feels quite charitable. he doesn't even think he'd ask for anything in return.

#threads .#beomsu with minhae .

hello !! pls excuse my absence, in the last three days i've attended 3 birthday parties (2 humans and 1 dog) but i should be around again <3

#ooc .#// some of you already know some of this.. but the dog party should be fresh knowledge for everyone

nctsworld

MARK + THE LONG SWEATER // MIX&MAX CHOREO-RECORD

#visuals .

museinspo

“I do love you, you know. In my cold and unfeeling way.”

— Mary Crawley. (via amarettoandslayin)

#musings .

feral-ballad

Andrea Gibson, from The Madness Vase; “Somewhere, A Carpenter”

[Text ID: “This life / is built almost entirely / of love / and losing, / isn’t it?”]

#musings .

leslieseuffert

Jakob Wagner (b. 1985, Germany) Sea Spray, 2011

#aesthetics .

relatablepoetryandquotes

“It’s okay. Everyone’s survival looks a little bit like death sometimes.” - Andrea Gibson, Angels of the Get Through

#musings .

geryone

Maker of Heaven &, Jason Myers

#musings .

slipng

- ̗̀ ౨ৎ halƒ my ༄ h̲͟͜͠e̲͟͜͠a̲͟͜͠r̲͟͜͠t̲͟͜͠ ❀ ، .˓ ִֶָ 𖥔

#aesthetics .

little-blurry-stars5

no because what even was lovecraft

like bro showed up for like 2 episodes, became one of the strongest characters, battled double black and nearly won, revealed that he is not a man but likely some ancient unknown deity that has immense power and is made out vines using a human shell, and then dipped to go sleep at the bottom of the ocean. what.

#musings .#// listen. it’s his energy.

d4rk-side-of-my-mind

#musings .

r-siken-deactivated20210531

love from a distance, richard siken

#musings .

mossyshadows

Past a certain point, you stop being able to go home. At this point, when you have got this far from where you were from, the thread snaps. The narrative breaks. And you are forced, pastless, motherless, selfless, to invent yourself anew.

The Four Generations of Chang E - Zen Cho

#musings .