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@sevls
sorry i haven't been around much ! i wish i could say i'll be around a bit more, but sadly ... no. consider me on hiatus for the time being. >: i'll still attempt to respond to plotting asks / etc. but i definitely won't be writing any replies for a while. if you're curious to find me on aim, mine is blvjae ( though i might be changing that soon ;; ) i am mostly ooc there, but we can interact ic -- just let me know if that's what you want to do.
Tell me all the secrets that you have always felt the need to keep to yourself. Wrap your words around the lines of my palms; I promise to always keep them safe. If you let me, I swear to love every side of you that remains unseen.
Mariah Gordon-Dyke (via larmoyante)
Body Meme
Arms: How do you feel about children, do you want some of your own (or more if you already have some)?
Birth marks: Do you have a favourite tale?
Freckles: If you could, what would you change about your body?
Brain: What is something you want to master before you die?
Bruises: Are you easily hurt?
Bum: List 3 of your guilty pleasures
Cheeks: Are you easily embarrassed?
Chest: What’s your worst kept secret?
Chin: How well do you take criticism?
Clavicle: What is you favourite way to show and receive affection?
Ears: How often do you eavesdrop?
Elbows: How do you react to events with large crowds? (eg. Concerts, Shopping sales)
Eyes: What has changed from how you see the world now and how you saw it 5 years ago?
Feet: Can you dance well?
Fingers: Can you play an instrument?
Goosebumps: What scares you the most?
Hands: Would you rather make something from scratch or get it made for you?
Hair: What has been your biggest fashion faux pas?
Heart: How do you deal with heartbreak?
Hickeys: Have you ever fallen in love to fast and too hard?
Hips: Is there anything you over indulge yourself with?
Kidneys: What is your worst habit?
Knees: Who was your last crush?
Liver: What is your biggest pet peeve?
Lungs: Do you smoke, how do you feel about smoking in general?
Mouth: How often do you lie?
Nails: When you’re feeling vulnerable, do you become more defensive or do you take the offensive and lash out?
Nose: What is your favourite scent?
Palms: Do you have a secret handshake with anyone?
Ribs: Do you have anything you want to protect?
Scars: Is there anything you want to confess?
Shoulders: Would you rather be pampered or be the one pampering?
Spine: What is your biggest weakness?
Teeth: What is your favourite meal?
Thighs: Have you ever been unfaithful?
Throat: What is your proudest memory?
Tongue: How many languages can you speak?
Wrists: Have you ever been arrested?
Veins: What gives you the biggest adrenaline rush?
Find what you love and let it kill you.
Charles Bukowski (via feellng)
thexhaunted:
yOU PARK LIKE A JACKASS BUt you’re a cute jackass what’s your name cute jackass
I’m a street performer and you’re the cutie that works across the street that sometimes brings me coffee and french fries
who the fuck still has the book I reserved a month ago
hey I saw this dog roaming near your house, is it yours or nah
I purposefully swap our mail so I have a reason to see and talk to you daily because I’m too shy to strike up a conversation with you normally
basically really mundane and cute things okay
psa. i am an agonizingly slow roleplayer — my muses are fickle and some days all i can manage is chat threads or shenanigans. other days i can pump out longer threads like no one’s business. if it takes me a while on your thread it has nothing to do with you as a writer or me losing my muse for the thread.
Put a symbol in my ask box ;; extended edition.
¤ if your muse has romantic feelings for my muse § if your muse and mine have slept together, or if you muse wants to sleep with mine ‡ if your muse hates mine ♔if your muse would marry mine ✓ if your muse is/wants to be my muse’s friend ♥ if your muse and mine would have children (bonus if you describe them) ♒ if your muse would die for mine, or at least risk death ♏ if your muse wants mine as the maid of honour/best man ♌ if your muse dreams about mine (could be nightmares!) - ø for my muse needing yours to sleep ♐ for what my muse would do to save yours ♓ for our muse’s wedding ♊ for my muse forgetting your muse’s birthday, or vice versa × for a cuddle from my muse ♈ for a dream my muse had about yours Þ for a frantic text message from my muse ♠ for a confession about your muse from my muse ☢ for my muse’s reaction to yours abandoning them ✺ for our muses being snowed in together for my muse trying to convince yours not to leave/kill themselves/etc. ✉ for a goodbye letter from my muse ✿ for my muse’s idea of the perfect date with yours ✈ for a place my muse would like to go with yours ✍ for a diary entry about your muse ☁ for a drunk confession from my muse to yours ☽ for a half-asleep thought my muse has about yours
"My last breath will be your curse."
( -- * it's a pause that follows his words, quiet and “ your curse will be your memory hounding me; those last words a ghost whispering in my ear.” ( — * they are always full of hypotheticals, questions rolling from their tongues in the form of petals and biting teeth. he asks, she answers; she hides, he finds. like this, they are cat and mouse; besting each other in the form of pretty words and poignant scenarios. and if his idea is a curse -- ) “ and when it starts to wound, i can just destroy it.” ( — * it is hauntingly easy to destroy a person; this is something she knows too well. how much harder could it be to destroy a memory?
she thinks a bit more, finds a precious hidden meaning in the words. maybe it's the thing unsaid that makes this game a form of poetry. this is something that she knows. this is when she smiles. ) “ if you want me to remember you, there’s an infinity of better ways.”
For all my roleplay partners:
Never hold your muse back. For real. If your muse wants to lash out at mine, or kiss mine, or tell mine a horrible secret, or slam mine against a wall — go for it. Don’t ever feel like I’ll get your reply and judge you or your muse.
meet the muse ;
LEGAL NAME: park seul
ALIAS[ES]: none
DATE OF BIRTH: 19th february 1994
GENDER | SPECIES: female / mutant
PLACE OF BIRTH: undisclosed location; somewhere in south korea
CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: one bedroom apartment
SPOKEN LANGUAGES: korean + english
EDUCATION: homeschooled; graduated high school, not attending university
OCCUPATION: street corner poet
DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: no / no / no
LIKE[S]: writing + reading + meeting new people + autumn air
DISLIKE[S]: greed + feeling trapped in a situation
FEAR[S]: creating a tragedy completely by accident + being caught
DISORDERS: unknown
{ P H Y S I C A L I N F O R M A T I O N }
HAIR COLOR: brown
EYE COLOR: brown
HEIGHT: 152 cm ( very short !! )
TATTOOS: none
PIERCINGS: ears, once in lobe
{ F A M I L Y I N F O R M A T I O N }
SIBLING[S]: none
PARENT[S]: living mother + father; both estranged
CHILDREN: none
PET[S]: maybe soon --
{ R E L A T I O N S H I P I N F O R M A T I O N }
SEXUAL PREFERENCE: pansexual heteroromantic
RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single
"Why did he choose her instead of me?"
( -- * this is the sound of a heart breaking, a pin dropping, silence and noise and strife. the flowers that grow in the depths of her chest and take root in her heart at the starting of a day begin their withering upon the words and seul bites her lip, tastes rust, listens while a world crashes and burns. then there is the question ' why ' and there is a pause. a moment standing in time where she searches for an answer, when she knows there's none in this broken world that would ever change the outcome [ make her feel better, only make her worse ] -- . the truth is just as harsh, but she knows that she must tell it. )
" because he's made a choice. that's all that it comes down to." ( -- * there is a shake in her fingers when she reaches out and cups a cheek, wipes away at red -rimmed eyes. this is the smallest comfort, and she cannot change feelings. she wishes that she could, oh; she does. ) " it is one that he will have to live with because you will be happy." ( -- * this, at least, she can see through. )
"I want to know where I'm going."
( -- * there is loss in his eyes, the sight of a person journeying and this is a sense she's had of him since they met in the most normal of ways, the most abnormal of people. he is the tallest tower, wavering; moving like howl's castle through the prettiest of fields and still falling apart at the seams. she is the magic that keeps him together, late at nights when he calls and during the day when he looks tortured by the people that keep him ' company'. " that's the beauty of it, clyde. sometimes, you just don't know." ( -- * she pauses, reflects, thinks about him. there is heaviness in her heart, and it pulls down her lips ever so slightly. )
" but i think you, yourself have realized that. you've found it in the people you can't pin down, on the road you've taken. you've decided, clyde park." ( -- * and now, she smiles; it's her hands of porcelain touching the cold of his cheeks flushed with the autumn breezes; he is tall, he is proud, he will find his way. ) " you just have to realize it."
"I thought I'd won your heart."
━━━━━━━━━━━━ this is the beat of my heart ; ━━━━━━━━━━━━
( — * and his words are enough to stop it, the hurt in his eyes is the poison in her veins. if she didn’t know any better, she would drop dead at the frown on his lips; they had promised each other happiness. he had promised her a world without prison bars, she in turn gifted him with the love she should have promised, should have given. because upon his touch, she is the flower blooming under a moonlit sky and he, he is the water that she needs to grow. but life is not a fairy tale, love isn’t always the answer [ but it is ] and he will not understand. this is what she knows, but oh, the hurt in his gaze is enough to root her to the floor. she looks down, she is every ounce of shame. )
" i’m sorry. you know this never would have worked." ( — * but oh, if it would have, could have, should have — his lips would be on her skin, it would be his ring on her finger, it would be her hands locked in his. they would have been perfect, should have been perfect. but happily ever after doesn’t end well, she should have never played with him. this was only ever just pretend. ) " you should forget it. forget me." ( — * because a life without you wouldn’t be worth living. but a life without you existing would be worse. )
━━━━━━━━━━━━ don’t try to sleep through the end of the world and bury me alive; because i won’t give up without a fight. if you love me,
let me go.
☁ -- "You're all I need."
( -- * he is the lack of words, the tickle of butterfly wings in the back of her throat when she wants to speak and can't. he approaches and it's the thump -thump -thump of her heart, sized three times too big for her chest. she looks down, there's shyness in her eyes [ a smile on her face ] -- byun baekhyun is the untranslatable word, the whisper of a hello and roses on his cheeks. he is the one that stumbles through confessions and jumbled words, she is the one that collects them all like the leaves that fall in autumn and presses them into books and books of poetry. he might think he is the clumsy child, but she is the one that takes his feelings in earnest and tucks them away to think about on nights that are too cold. ) " ... "
( -- * and today is no exception. he is the man who speaks without precedence and she is the one looking at him with wide eyes, a small smile, down at her feet. she tucks his words deep into the spaces of her ribcage -- you're all i need -- and tries to find a suitable reply. she is the romantic, he is the active. shy eyes peek up at him through thick lashes and her own reply tumbles from her lips, ) " and you, my sweet baekhyun, are the child of man who births butterflies from the cocoon in my belly." ( -- * she reaches forward, she touches his cheek. she smiles soft and her fingers brush little wisps of his hair as whispered words reach him upon the wind. ) " i hope i never make you regret those words."
♛ -- ❝ Give me one reason to stay here and I'll turn right back around. ❞
( -- * his words are harsh -- it's no surprise. he is the nightmare and she didn't heed the warning when her interest traveled and her eyes lingered. a shadow creeps along his feet and threatens to turn this little field of roses into ash, to leave her screaming and begging for the end. he expects her to be terrified, she is not. he doesn't place her in glass houses, but instead in fields of roses and that alone has kept her coming. she's grown used to the way taehyung looks at her with narrowed eyes [ then soft gazes ] --. the way that he gives in, touches her hand, she wakes; rinse, repeat. she likes him, he will disappear and --
this is wrong. she rests a hand against her cheek, thoughts swimming in her eyes and stardust dancing 'round her skin. this is wrong, but she still wants to make him stay. )
( -- * but she doesn't have a reason. except -- ) " because i want you to. and once upon a time, that was enough." ( -- * the words sound awful to her own ears. the death of the butterflies creeping in her throat are to blame; he is made to hurt and she was meant to hurt. he doesn't mean it.
he just doesn't have a heart. )
