さよなら。

( krp indie oc. ) yejun kim ; 22 yrs old ; half-ghoul

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         silence lingers – as it does so often – & juliet simply tilts her head, blinks at rapid speed as he lists flowers juliet simply tilts her head, blinks at rapid speed as he lists flowers as if he knew what he is talking about ; at least he put some effort, he knows a little, or so she thinks. the young female will keep her mouth shut about how violets are practically a dark, pretty shade ofthe young female will keep her mouth shut about how violets are practically a dark, pretty shade ofabout ; at least he put some effort, he knows a little, or so she thinks. the young female will keep her mouth shut about how violets are practically a dark, pretty shade ofpurple, even if the urge to blurt it out is laying quite heavy, pressing against her vocal cords waiting for her to speak.

    funny to think, when she was younger she had never cared about flowers in the slightest, or plants overall. they were there, some were pretty, but in the end it didn’t matter to her. they could be gone for all she cared. but now the apartment is full of plants, little palm trees, orchids, roses, venus fly traps, little bonsai trees, & those little flowers that look so pretty you wish to touch them, but if you do negative side effects will soon wash over you ; her favorite kind.

        ❛  but which one is your favorite? & why? i see you as bleeding heart. pretty, very beautiful but poisonous. you want to touch its heart shaped blossoms, but if you do a rash may soon form.  ❜  there’s a smile, or a hint of a smile.

thanks to the many books yejun read through, he knew a lot about the world. at least he liked to tell himself that much -- but flowers? even if he stopped a few times a few times in front of the local flower shops, simply admiring what he saw, reality caught up and he found himself rushing to his classes or job -- not knowing a single thing or two about them. 

it’s not like you could find a great book ( and not comic! ) where the main character could make plants grow or manipulate them through their will, at least he thought that much until he met juliet. he wanted to learn all about her story and thus he tried to talk a little bit about the topic that her life seemingly revolved so much around -- if a look through her apartment was anything to go by, at the very least. 

the way she even acknowledged him rambling on about nothing but the sheer name and the colors of flowers through the tiniest of smiles, made it worth it until the man could register her question. timidness soon enough caught up with. 

“ . . .bleeding heart . . . the name is very pretty-- and it does seem fitting from what you say . . . ” ‘ . . . for the situation we find ourselves in . ’ he almost continued but instead the reality of how little he knew about flowers and their meaning caught up with him yet again -- especially when talking to an expert like her. would it be silly to go by appearance alone? what would it say about him if he suddenly picked a flower with a weird meaning -- would she end up judging him? too many thoughts were wasted on the idea of him ruining this.  “ i-- i'm afraid i don’t know enough to have a favorite . . . but what are yours? and why? ” yejun stumbled over the words leaving his mouth, and just hoped she wouldn’t mind him avoiding the question. “ . . . maybe you could teach me though . . . i mean, if you wouldn’t mind-- ”

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 004 - lover dearest. 

               incl. @weleno

it was almost ironic -- how their little longing gazes in front of their favorite store turned into this. what even were they at this point? unspoken words of affection lingering in the air around them, their actions screaming how they needed to be just a little bit closer to the other. the endless hours of conversations, that he wouldn’t even imagine to have with his best friend, under a shared blanket, a million shy and insecure glances shared when he was still unsure if she wanted to hold his hand as much as he wanted to hold hers forever.

he killed her. slowly but surely, he knew it. every time he pushed one of the little cubes past his lips on their coffee dates in the café he worked at, he saw her eyes dulled for just moment. but soon enough they shined in the prettiest shade of green he had ever seen in his short life. she didn’t want him to see, that’s just how kind juliet was, so he wouldn’t mention it. back then he didn’t understand her expression. but what he could understand was the lump forming in his throat made up of the fleeting particles of his last meal, the awkward smile and the hushed “ sorry, i -- i didn’t eat enough these past days. ” as if it would make her stay. even though he shared it all with her at that point, he still feared she would leave just like everybody else would -- not like anyone could blame her for running away from a monster. 

that was until that one fateful day he got to know of her condition. 

a lot of things lead up to this. yejun lost count of how many times he had to tell himself to ‘ calm down and just do it, she loves you. she will love it. you will too, and you can finally ask her out. ’ that he was almost sure everything would go according to plan. she trusted him, he trusted her. so when he found himself with her on the couch of her apartment, watching ‘ romeo & juliet ’ ( he hated the movie but he loved her ) and when his more than corny jokes made her laugh, the world almost seemed to stop around them. her giggles seemed to be even more dazzling than the last time he saw her, if that was even possible, and he could feel his own heart bursting out of his chest that he was the cause. everything seemed to fall into place and as he hugged her just a little bit closer and leaned in . . . 

just then reality came crashing down. 

before he could even fathom what was happening, yejun found himself on the floor. he wanted to apologize but when their eyes met he couldn’t even get a word out. was this it? did he ruin everything because he thought there was something there wasn’t? the noises from the movie were mixing together with the laughter in his head as she turned away from him, the softest of sorry’s leaving her lips and fuck, he almost heard his heart breaking. was she crying? why couldn’t he even move a single muscle and just stare at her like an idiot? why did he had to be such a coward? 

the quiet that settled over them was uncomfortable. he should have left, let her gather her thoughts -- but she told him to stay, so that was what he did. he barely moved from his spot in front of her couch, even when she got him a cup of coffee and herself some tea. not once yejun dared to glance in her direction and she cut him off every time he wanted to say a single " sorry ". the laughter in his head mixed with the noises of the movie did nothing to quell the nervousness in his veins but he waited. it took time, juliet seemed troubled from the moment she began to speak in the same soft manner that first entranced him, but slowly she explained why he could never even try to do this again. 

not until they were equal. 

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are you actually back ???

i’d give that a hesitant yes – depending on if i find anyone who isn’t storm that is willing to write with my disappearing ass, r i p. especially since i tried this june to get back to yejun and it didn’t quite work out ( it was my fault tho, i should have known that this wasn’t gonna happen when the expansion of the mmo i’ve been playing just dropped, haha- ) 

either way; I’M GLAD SOMEONE STILL REMEMBERS YEJUN, weep s. i look forward to talking to you off anon possibly if you’re up for plotting– idk. 

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🍃 HEADCANON 001 ; I FOUND.

&& – ft. @segyc​.

              until meeting him she didn’t quite believe in love, she heard the tales, believed them to be nothing more than just that ; tales. until him. & despite all the love she feels within her beating heart there are too many things she isn’t able to do, too many things that are far out of reach. kisses, they may never happen for all juliet knows. there is a curse on her, her mutation. a deadly poison kiss, whoever is dumb enough to lay lips against hers may die a tragic, painful death soon after, unless, that is – said person is an equal. equality is hard to reach when the one you must be equal to has an endless record of things she must catch up on, the guilt rips her apart night & night again, keeps her from sleeping, & if she does sleep for once night terrors take over her body, causing it to tremble & causing her to scream & cry without realizing. so many things are wrong with her, so many unlovable facettes to her persona that sometimes she wonders how he could love her. he may wonders the same from time to time, how she could love him. she found something great when she least expected to find it, a light at the end of an ever dark tunnel, so radiant that she felt attracted to it like a mere moth. 

     & despite all the love they share, equality is still far ahead, the gap having to be closed by other means, anything but kissing. not a kiss on the cheek. not a kiss on the forehead. his lips may never touch her body, but at least she can offer a gentle kiss to his cheek every now & then, granted that he’d wash the poison off soon after. the other means to close the gap include hugs, long and firm – offering warmth in times of need, alongside of minor things such as their hands intertwining to feel a sense of safety ; comfort. 

i found something beautiful in the midst of ugliness creeping up on me. 

         sometimes of course she wishes things to be different than they are currently, but as long as yejun would be by her side she could deal with anything that may come her way. & even if he doesn’t see it in himself often times, she sees the light behind his eyes. 

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❛ roses are red, violets are blue … sunflowers are yellow, tulips come in all sorts of colors, so do roses – I really like flowers – daffodils are also yellow. ❜ ( i had to send in this one too, ig )

🍃 SANDERS SIDES STARTERS PT. 1.🌱 @segyc ; ACCEPTING.

          silence lingers – as it does so often – & juliet simply tilts her head, blinks at rapid speed as he lists flowers as if he knew what he is talking about ; at least he put some effort, he knows a little, or so she thinks. the young female will keep her mouth shut about how violets are practically a dark, pretty shade of purple, even if the urge to blurt it out is laying quite heavy, pressing against her vocal cords waiting for her to speak. 

     funny to think, when she was younger she had never cared about flowers in the slightest, or plants overall. they were there, some were pretty, but in the end it didn’t matter to her. they could be gone for all she cared. but now the apartment is full of plants, little palm trees, orchids, roses, venus fly traps, little bonsai trees, & those little flowers that look so pretty you wish to touch them, but if you do negative side effects will soon wash over you ; her favorite kind. 

         ❛  but which one is your favorite? & why? i see you as bleeding heart. pretty, very beautiful but poisonous. you want to touch its heart shaped blossoms, but if you do a rash may soon form.  ❜  there’s a smile, or a hint of a smile. 

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That’s why I’m talking to you. You are one of the rare people who can separate your observation from your preconception. You see what is, where most people see what they expect.

John Steinbeck

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“I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.”

the weight of those words made him feel suffocatingly uneasy. as if something was bound to happen that he didn’t know of; as if he should know what that something was but he couldn’t remember. to an extent, it scared him and he couldn’t help but playfully frown at the woman in front of him, unsuccessfully trying to shift the mood of the conversation into a different direction.

“ oh, come on. it can’t be as bad as you make it out to be. we all need to get out of bed at one point!! i mean. . . i know that’s pretty terrible but not that bad, right—? ”

oh, what a joke he was.

Tokyo Ghoul Starter Sentences – accepting ?!     @sihryoku

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Tokyo Ghoul sentence starters

“If an angelic being fell from the sky and tried to live in this world of ours, I think even they would commit many wrongs.”

“I already know what will happen to me the next time I wake up.”

“The bird fights it’s way out of the egg. The egg is the world. Who would be born, must first destroy a world.”

“I know I haven’t always made the right decisions up to now… Whether I was right, or whether I was wrong, may not even matter in the first place.”

“Running up against my sins like this– all of the choices I’ve made up to this point– today, being able to die for someone– is something I’m glad for…”

“There’s no way someone who can’t even protect himself can protect anyone else, is there?”

“Whose fault is it that things ended up like this? Coincidence? An accident? Fate? There’s no such thing as fate. It’s simply a combination of one circumstance and the next. And who is it that creates those circumstances? Who is it? It’s you.”

“All suffering in the world is born from an individual’s incompetence.”

“We’re always trying to justify our actions with ideals. But ideals cannot give grounds for killing another person. The act of taking a life will always be considered… evil.”

“You think something like that would hurt, after all I’ve been through?”

“Why is it that the beautiful things are entwined more deeply with death than with life?”

“Isn’t it arrogant to put a price on whether a life is “higher” or “lower”?”

“We’re just bags of meat. The weak bow down and the strong devour them.”

“You don’t need to blame yourself just because you’ve hurt someone, just like when you’re walking you can’t really blame yourself to crush some ants… that’s what being stronger ones means.”

“I’m not going to protect you by being your shield or armor, but I’ll be the dagger hidden below your pillow.”

“The act of taking is equally evil. We, from the moment of birth, continue to take.”

“Living is to constantly sin.”

“Life is evil in itself.”

“I am aware I’m evil… And so are you all.”

“Now come, kill me. And I shall do the same!”

“You only need a strong will and a clear purpose.”

“The world runs on power. Everything is determined by the superior power.”

“You are weak. That is why you lose.”

“We need to have a mask that we never take off.”

“It’s better to be hurt than to hurt others. Nice people can be happy with just that.”

“I’m begging you, don’t make me a killer!”

“Doing what one likes is the right of the powerful.”

“If you were to write a story with me in the lead role, it would certainly be… A tragedy.”

“There are times when you have to give up on one thing to preserve the other.”

“That isn’t kindness. That’s just being weak.”

“Sometimes good people make bad choices. It doesn’t mean they’re bad people. It means they’re human.”

“When you’re in front of the enemy, even if your hands are trembling - fight.”

“What’s wrong isn’t me, what’s wrong is the world!”

“If you like, you can stay over here tonight.”

“If you’re lucky, you may see some cannibalism and that’s always fun.”

“I  can neither live with you. Nor without you.”

“All of the disadvantage in this world stems from a person’s lack of ability.”

“It’s not because we can’t take vengeance that we should feel sorry. The real reason to feel sorry… is when one is hung up on revenge and can’t live their own life.”

“What is one thousand minus seven?”

“Send all those from your presence except for those distinguished men whom you wish to die beside.”

“Très bien!”

“Sweet harmonies!”

“I’m not gonna die. I’ve got a cat that’s waiting for me at home.”

“You pretend to care about other people, but in the end, it’s all about you. You are just afraid of being alone, aren’t you?”

“You are a bird in a birdcage. There is no escape.”

“Go wild.”

“So I’ll be strong for and without them.”

“I don’t want to eat anymore.”

“Devour this.”

“Shut up and listen. I’m talking.”

“I’m happy living like this.”

“I already knew, man! Who cares about that? Let’s just go home already!”

“…Sorry. Can you fight all you’ve got just one more time?”

[jiminfilter]

– Genya Safin, Ruin and Rising

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( shctgun )

sky’s always been like this, he’s been drowning in self pity for several years, throughout majority of his adolescent years and he blinks, peering at the latter with furrowed brows until they relax and one quirks up. 

“self-important?” he knows what it means, it just sounds hilarious to him. maybe because of the word ‘important’, he bites his tongue to keep from commenting briefly before he’s tipping back on his chair, sharpie tapping against the desk with a soft hum. 

he clicks his tongue as well, letting out a chortle before a sigh emits. “pity? what a joke. and what if someone doesn’t want the pity to begin with?” fuck pity, he doesn’t need that bullshit. sugarcoated and all, he can make do without.

as he leaned forward and rests his head on his hand, yejun had the urge to just massage his temples. maybe that would be able to ease the thoughts rushing through his head. this was far from the comfortable conversation he would like to have --- then again; most conversations took a turn that he didn’t predict and would love to run away from. 

“ everyone wants pity. if they admit it or not -- especially people who say they don’t need it. ”, his tone was as bored as he wanted to be; alas he felt more stressed. maybe his own view on the world was too black and white to give the other the time of the day. “ it’s not like anyone loses something if they are pitied, isn’t that right? ”

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i have been spending all my time lately on my a/kechi rp blog from p/ersona 5 apologies from my side but the newest tokyo ghoul: re chapter kind of revived my spirit for yejun ig, 

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???

It was becoming a longer week than he had intended, accidents happening left and right, his homework list piling up. His brain pounding each morning he woke up regretting the position of his bed. The sun stinging his eyes as he vowed he’ll change the room around once more. It was routine by now, coming out of the apartment and rushing to his normal coffee store, grabbing his stuff and then running back to the University. But today classes were late, walking towards the familiar coffee store, he has his gaze on his phone reading messages though not replying. Putting the phone back into his jacket he takes step forward, gaze lifting to look up briefly eyes instantly landing on a familiar face. Biting his lower lip, he instantly pretends not to see him, keeping on his path and instead having the intention to walk right past him, only that doesn’t happen as he sees the male slowly heading towards his direction. It wasn’t like Blue had a reason to run off, after all this time he didn’t seem to be carrying anything but he also knew that the other was the cause of the some of the misfortune Blue had received this week. He doesn’t dare say anything just blinking at him, ready to listen whatever they had to say, only hoping they didn’t yell at him. He’s almost ready to flinch, the male’s words surprising him as he looks at him, gaze cautiously looking into his eyes as he meekly nods. “I suppose..” he mutters, eyes glancing quickly to the floor,  he was just glad the other wasn’t dropping stuff on him or telling him off. “It is a popular part of the city..” he then says quietly, hands slipping into his jacket as he awkwardly stands there.

“ ah yes, i guess. ” he offered the other a ( hopefully ) reassuring smile before he continued. “ i didn’t even think about that; i barely even run into my friends on the street unless we say we’re going to meet up. so that’s why i thought that i could point it out. . . it just seemed so odd to me. ” maybe he was rambling on more than necessary; sharing details of his life that probably interested them barely -- if even at all. but yejun couldn’t quite help it. the habit of talking about the most mundane things, especially in awkward situations, was something he could never drop. 

when he finally stopped his pointless and somewhat long-winded speech, he looked away from the other almost shameful; unconsciously reaching up to rub his own neck in the process. it wasn’t like yejun was completely terrible at reading the atmosphere around them and though he noticed how hesitant the other replied moments before him, suddenly he felt incredibly guilty. but there was still something he needed to say. 

“ i’m-- ” a heavy pause followed in which yejun tried to form a proper apology in his head. even if he already seemed like a fool -- he didn’t need to make it even worse. “ i’m sorry-- for the last time we stumbled into each other? ” was what yejun said a question or a statement? in all honesty, he wasn’t even sure himself but he felt it was necessary to say at least -- considering how he was the one not just walking up to them today but also how he literally spilled his coffee on him the time before that. especially with the way the other seemed to be so incredibly uncomfortable that yejun dared to even walk up to him.

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( OBLIGATORY ) SEMI-HIATUS NOTICE !! 

i haven’t been really on here since thursday due to not really feeling yejun at all ( which is lowkey TRAGIC since yesterday was his birthday :’) ) bUUT my sporadic activity will probably only get worse for a week or two. the postman will deliver me my “take your heart” edition of persona 5 today or tomorrow & i am kind of #obsessed with it so i will probably spend even more time with my ps4 than usually for the next few days. 

everything on here is halted until i’m at least halfway through with it, though i will try to get at least one reply a day done but i won’t promise that will happen. 

take care everyone and have a good day! 

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(  REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.  )

– basics.

NAME: chrome!  PRONOUNS: she/her. SEXUALITY: bisexual TAKEN OR SINGLE: in a very healthy relationship with my ps4. single

– three facts.

i switch fandoms like crazy w/games, mangas and anime

i get easily overwhelmed and exhausted when it comes to talking to people which leads me to even ignore my best friends for weeks

currently i live in eternal darkness, r i p

– experience.

HOW LONG (MONTHS / YEARS?): i think since 2008? i’m not sure, though.  PLATFORMS YOU’VE USED:  some random german forums & tumblr BEST EXPERIENCE: i’m gonna quote kami here with: meeting awesome ppl such as @pssession / @noxiaous && some others i mainly only talk to via kkt, skype or w/e these days. though also generally improving with the whole ENGLISH AND WRITING thing as well as having the pleasure to read the threads of a few amazing writers regulary. 

– muse preferences.

FEMALE OR MALE:  i usually stick to male muses as it is just way easier for me to write for some reason; though i played a few female muses before.

FLUFF, ANGST OR SMUT: angst all the way! i tend to feel awkward with fluff if i do not know the other person well for some odd reason, but i generally enjoy the few times i write it. with smut i generally just don’t enjoy writing it as i favor character development and with smut, there are barely any cool options for that imo. also i do not feel as comfortable writing it. 

PLOTS OR MEMES: both! though, i love the moments you just scream at each other plot ideas and something beautiful happens. even if you might never turn it into a thread, i just love the basic plotting conversations more than memes in that sense. 

LONG OR SHORT REPLIES: it depends on the thread entirely. once upon a time i couldn’t really handle long replies, so i definitely understand why some people may be turned off by those but generally ( quotes kami again ); if you don’t give me one pretty bland paragraph in return for the four ones i wrote, i’m happy.

BEST TIME TO WRITE:  when i’ve got either a coffee or some iced tea & a playlist that makes stuff work just work ig. the time isn’t as important as long as i’m not too tired and lose my ability to speak the english language, lmao. though lately, i also noticed -- at least with yejun -- that i can’t work on anything if there is another person with me in the room. ig it kills the ghoul vibes. 

ARE YOU LIKE YOUR MUSE(S): if anything, i generally get some traits of my muses from my irl friends rather than myself -- and with yejun it is an even more special case ( if you can even call it that ) since i based him on a manga character. the only verse i can imagine us having similarities is probably his main verse--- but i am not too sure? 

Tagged by: @pssession

Tagging: r i p in pieces, if you see this and read it until the end feel free to steal / say i tagged you. 

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Is there anyone you ship Yejun with?

HAPPINESS!!

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LILLITH.

She tries, she tries, she tries so hard to imagine brother with her. She embraces the closeness, eyes falling shut once more – like this, with his pleasant scent in her nose she may be able to just IMAGINE him with her. To forget for a moment that things would never be. Lillith’s slender arms manage to wrap around his torso, offering a squeeze of some sorts; a simple way to make him feel she was close. Inhale, exhale, repeat. Keep your eyes closed and focus; if you try harder everything will be perfect, everything will be how it S H O U L D be. And as Yejun speaks she simply rests her head against his shoulder. Oh sweet closure, please come upon me; please end this sadness. Take it from me for I do not want any of it. In the distance she can hear brother laugh, a laugh so sweet – he must be getting red again, he must be the happiest person. And then suddenly, suddenly there are the sounds of heels upon the ground, getting more silent the more seconds pass. SHE is walking away, with him? Possibly. Another squeeze. Just hold on a little longer. It’ll be okay, everything will be. “ Somehow. ” The shorter girl mumbles against his shoulder, voice trembling, unsteady as ever when she spoke about him; thought about him – tried to imagine his touch. 

Maybe it doesn’t need to be like this. Maybe you should realize that it’s just a fantasy that shall never come true. Lillith loosens her arms around him, carefully taking a step back to look at Yejun – she looks at him, and averts her gaze just seconds later. Her face speaks for itself, the expression she’s making gives away that she’s genuinely unhappy. He’s too, she knows. “ I want to try.. to love you. ” Voice kept hushed, eyes fixed on the ground to her feet as her fingers fumble with the hem of her shirt. Clearly she doesn’t know what she’s saying, right? Lillith is just saying things, giving an out-view on a future that could be happier than their current situation. If only love was that simple. If only L I F E was that simple. “ But I don’t know if I can. ” And she doesn’t know if he wants it, either. It was a deal, to give each other everything but their feelings, everything but their heart – and yet Lillith is spitting those words out as if she completely forgot about it. Why? Relieve. Closure. And end to the unrequited love that only breaks their hearts further every day. If this continues; will their heart shatter beyond repair?  “ Don’t know if I should.. we’ll always be each others replacements, won’t we? We’ll always long for someone else, no matter how much time passes. ”

he is never looking at lillith. his gray eyes only glance over her almost pitifully sad frame for a second. yejun knows that they feel the same way. that they do not want this. not like this. they crave to be free of this poisonous love yet soon enough his gaze and thoughts are with her again -- just in time to see her walk away. her arms wrapped tightly around his arm; as if he would run away if she’d let go. he was sure the jerk was blushing with the way her chest felt against his skin. yet another reason to hate the early summer season that allowed everyone to wear shirts. an unsteady breath followed. and once more when his girlfriend said what she wanted. 

there was an uncomfortable heaviness in the air and in his stomach. he was gazing at lillith. she couldn’t even look at him but she craved these terribly beautiful things. a somber smirk appeared on his lips -- even if she wouldn’t see it -- as he replied in an overly sweet tone. “ don’t even try. neither of us is in this because we wish to fall in love with someone else. ” ‘ all we want is the sweet bliss of pretending things are going to turn out the way we want them to. ’ he finished in his mind; she knew it herself, though. so why should he even mention it? 

his hands were in his pockets as he looked again at this sickeningly bright sky. they shouldn’t wonder why the ones they loved didn’t pay any mind to them -- not with thoughts like this. not with how bitter they have gotten over this whole ordeal. “ you shouldn’t. i don’t want you to be more than a replacement. you surely don’t want me to replace him either? ” neither of them even deserved more than that. not with what they had been doing in front of everyone and behind people’s back. it was disgusting. still, yejun knew he should let it be. she would think about it again and most likely regret opening up about that small part of herself that wanted this dreadful feeling to end. maybe he was scared to let his feelings go; the ones he went this far for in the first place. another sigh, another way too loud gulp as he tried to clear his mind; they both needed a distraction. at least, for a minute. “ lillith, let’s. . . go on a date? ”

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Put a tarot card in my inbox and I'll answer the question!

The Fool: What is the stupidest thing your muse has ever done?

The Empress: What would your muse name their children?

Judgement: Would your muse ever go back to their most recent ex-lover?

The World: What has been your muse's greatest success?

The Sun: What was the happiest moment of your muse's life?

Wheel of Fortune: Does your muse believe in luck?

The Hierophant: What is one rule or law your muse would never break?

Strength: Name a time when your muse had to be strong in the face of danger or trouble.

The Star: If your muse had one wish, what would it be?

The Magician: What would your muse draw if given paper and markers?

The Emperor: Name a time your muse has broken the rules.

Death: If your muse had to change something about themselves, what would they change?

The Chariot: If your muse ruled the world, what would they change first?

The High Priestess: What is the smartest thing your muse has ever done?

Temperance: Would your muse remain calm despite the worst circumstances?

The Lovers: At what age did your muse first fall in love?

The Hermit: If your muse were trapped alone on an island, name three things they'd have to have..

The Moon: Has your muse ever had something unexplained happen to them? If so, what?

Justice: What's something your muse has been dying to admit or confess?

The Hanged Man: Name a bad habit your muse can't give up.

The Devil: What was the worst relationship your muse has ever had?

The Tower: What event would trigger your muse's breaking point?