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if you could be either god's worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
a b s o l u t i o n
detroitmental is a semi-selective and multi-au indie rp account penned by prophet. plots may contain nsfw and tw material which are all tagged appropriately.
open to: m/f/nb
“I am not a child you know,” the redhead is quick to huff, arms crossing over chest, not a child but certainly acting like one wasn’t she? “I’m a grown woman who can make decisions for herself.” you could practically hear the foot stomp that should have accompanied the words green orbs finally returning to the other.
amid the clamor of impulsivity that rages through his peculiar orbs, the figure of sejun stands solitary amongst his only female companion. he swears under the light as though prohibited by the gesture that his only capability is to mimic gradual movements, assisted, of course, by the sun's BURNING light. his head sways toward her direction and a faint intake of air becomes the only noise that seeps through their silent sanctuary. "you do know you sound even more unrealistic as an adult than as a child, yea?" his nose scrunched in thought, meek laughter falling prey into the oblivion. "you haven't changed since the last time we've seen each other."
if you could be either god’s worst enemy or nothing, which would you choose?
a b s o l u t i o n
detroitmental is a semi-selective and multi-au indie rp account penned by prophet. plots may contain nsfw and tw material which are all tagged appropriately.
I’m back and ready to polish my muse once more for Hyun Sejun’s sake. That man has been calling me in my dreams to revive him and here it finally is. Let’s get to writing again, shall we?
IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!
like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!
quick post for a hiatus!!! will be back.
terror in the mind of god.
open to: f / m / nb
muse: hyun sejun
prompt: none
men may quickly become evil by giving in to selfishness, despair, or even ennui. however, fun and profit do not explain the whole picture, not even the slightest bit as it can be a myriad of extensive explanations: one that may be difficult to haunt as time goes on. DESTRUCTION as lightly described by him does nothing to bring the weariness that he is already intoxicated with. not to mention the little whiff of a strong metallic taste that seem to taste even more inebriating than any vodka he has ever tasted.
yet, REVOLUTIONS and violent images circulate in his mind like the news of death. he finds it equivocal, interestingly committed from the start to the fundamental transformation of the structure of power. over time, in some fundamental cases, cynicism takes hold of one’s values. the holy war within him becomes a career as much as it is a passion. what starts as moral fervour becomes a sophisticated question for balance. for redemption.
and he thinks, really falls to the CONCLUSION that these all end up as greed—for money, political power, or attention. the cries and woes of many, including his voice, are drowned by the thundering bolt of a gavel: justice is never really served. “are you suggesting torture?” the question becomes irrefutable to laugh at. it reeks of pretentiousness. “did you know jung once said that evil was inherent, not only in human being, but also in god. it makes me think, this world is a continuous obliterating mess of decay.”
it is said that vengeance is sweet— but it has ever only tasted like blood to me.
death: a promise always kept. // m.a.w (via dvoyd)
𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 — 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : HYUN SEJUN
bold for always, italicize for sometimes, strikethrough for never.
RAIN - melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .
SUN - sunbleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .
STORM - chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark , brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .
WIND - running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .
SNOW - serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .
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tagging: @redemptioninterlude & @vulpesse
Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.
ok! finally merged hyun sejun and moon soohyun into one character (as it should’ve been in the first place). i’ve written a part of the foundation’s skeleton by mentioning sejun is a dual fc with multiple verses. does this mean i have to make another promo ad? will consider.
so far, i’m done tweaking my blog’s theme and i’m happy with the look! give this a like and i’ll come to you to plot, if possible? or i can also leave memes on your ask. it’ll be random.
@detroitmental liked this post for a lyric starter !! song: Song For Isabelle - Pierce The Veil muse: Alice
“I can’t sleep with all this sunlight,” Alice groaned as she pulled the blanket up over her head.
deluded with his confusion with the calm of the sunlight, he finds himself a refuge from the stormy days that seem to pollute his life. it is that very moment that becomes a tranquil and steadfast memory, how he has come to this, he doesn’t remember. so, casting a hand to caress her cheek, a small boyish laughter leaves his lips, “try to sleep. you can’t keep hiding from the sun forever.” he teases, already knowing what she would say next. the clouds stir to cover a bit of the sunlight, silent; upon clear at last.
dropped hwang rafael from my muses! currently i’m writing two muses, hyun sejun and moon soohyun. both of which aren’t too far off from each other, i might consider dropping either one of them as i think i’m a little repetitive when it comes to characterisation of my muses. will most likely stick with hyun sejun. fc might be dual, does that make sense?
* ╱ 𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋 .
* carbon dioxide inflates bubble forming at brims of coral petals , bursts at tumultuous beat drops of distasteful electronic music . mandible located in palm of metacarpals with optics that survey sea of scintillating cavort roller skaters flutter in and out of reality , had crammed night before allowing for slumber in any setting . wasn’t until prosaic melodious voice is bearing femme back in to reality & only inducing sour attitude to froth within confinements of chest and leak past petals . ‘ shouldn’t you , i don’t know , be flirting with your date and not me by any chance ? ‘
an isolate realm of garden circles around the bleak and tumultuous atmosphere. nearly devoid of any conspicuous feeling, at most, soohyun serves no beacon towards his destinies when really, the importune of stress and sound become not only as an annoyance but also a divergence of attention. breathing the mess of the world, he averts his gaze towards the pretty little flower. at least then, the eye candy can muse him, unlike his date. truly, he tries to be nice, but his focus has been lifted to a faraway land where the west lights glimmer as though stars in a furled silver haze. the skaters around them articulate an ocean sounding ambience, voiceless, on the shoal of silence and tranquillity yet soohyun sees it as nothing but darkened sea-coasts—a whelming tide that waits upon unsuspecting souls whilst fronting as a rock. “i was only paid to be here.” he responds while the intention is unknown on whether it may be the truth or not. to him, it is a clear cast where visions come undone. “guess our job isn’t far off. we’re paid to act accordingly to our customers.”
“Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep.” — from nari ( thank you for liking my promo darling !)
it is with no small amount of trepidation that sejun takes his place behind this desk, and face a learned individual—a friend, in less likelihood—to bear the thousand things to say that his tongue can spit. how needless it is to form a phrase and choose well thought out words like small wind-riven birds that chirp an endless tune. it is in a trembling old fashion idealisation that a sufficient number of people become a tangled mess of irony and displacement.
she may do as she inclines, yet he finds the profoundest of observations be a thought of conventional morality. a belief systematic enough to constitute a definite tone of attitude where a particular thing—perhaps, self, overcome.
he owes such influence on certain authorities that cling to his life like leech in a form of non-mutual attraction. trusting those words sufficiently, he deems and hopes nari will show that not all enchanting innocence may prosper without dark human passions.
“a metaphor of peace, i see. all to form a serene scene where musing solitude might lift and guide one’s soul. it is when the silence is undisturbed, so cold, so bright, and so still. why, it is indeed interesting to see beauty amidst the favourable and quietude rest.”
People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.
Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via philosophybits)
mccnxhild:
open to: m/nb ↳ plot: we’ve been friends for a while, and i’ve been in love with you forever and for a while i thought there was a chance and now you have a girlfriend and god i wish i was her, inspo. heather, conan gray
ellie was terrible at processing her feelings, realizing things too late. and she was just as bad about speaking up, always realizing something better she could have said hours later, she just needed time to process things. something her brother dean has always told her was okay, but it seemed to hinder her a lot of the time. this was no exception. it was funny the way timelines work and how quickly everything changes, just a few months ago she was wearing the other’s sweaters, and being told that she looks better in it then the other. they shared all their time together, but god if only they knew how much she liked them, but she couldn’t spit it out.
and now things were all messed up, she had missed her chance. they were dating heather now. she wore their sweater while they told her how much better she looked in it. a sweater she grew so familiar with it was a comfort item to ellie, that was no longer hers. of course they liked heather, she was perfect. smart, funny and god was she pretty much more so then herself it was a clear choice. “i wish i were heather.” the thoughts slip out as the other is gushing about their girlfriend and she quickly tries to cover up. “i mean because you treat her so well! i would love for someone to treat me like that.” she smiles sadly hoping they buy it.
while drowning, soohyun sits there with dreams that bind his tongue and lips. it creeps down to his fingertips as troubles float past his memory. like a careless child in the drifts does he listen to her speak, even if the path is not cut through, the door leads to nowhere but to his understanding of her. save for the whispering of the north winds, his shining eyes on the cold world shines warm and bright from its snowy comb. as it clears itself from the chimney’s throat, a nod is released, meant to please, meant to give her the ease of such brutal reality.
in truth, he did not always know—not even at this time as he forks his pasta. “you think i treat her well?” he responds, one day he will learn the cost of pain among the shadows’ dim. its fragrance will set apart one hallowed day for him to truly understand it in her shoes. but solitudes apart, he cannot tell what it is in her heart. “heather is just so…” he pauses, the gates of many mornings and the glow of sunset become fire-gold in the windowpane right next to him.
“it feels natural to take care of her. not that i’m saying she’s feeble and vulnerable. maybe i just took on the role of a knight-in-shining armour.” the fall of the leaves catches his attention—it is that time of the year again. “she makes me forget about the storms in my head.” the wonder never goes out of his eyes when he sees the leaves are swept from the sidewalk. things taken for granted loose the touch of newness and dazzle, and to him, perhaps ellie would have been in that position had he been aware.
