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OC/AU. MULTIMUSE.

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pxlimpsest:

sehun gained the ability to sleep. it’s both a blessing and a curse. a blessing because he would wake up everyday feeling like a human being; a curse because he only ever had nightmares. of splattering red and cold marble. of a distinct stinging in the pit of his stomach. it’s terrifying because sehun could never recall anything when he woke up, would only feel disoriented and confused and scared. it was the same dream every night, and sometimes he only pretended to sleep. after all, he didn’t need it.

but despite horrible nightmares, sehun was always brought back to the land of the living with a whisper - luhan’s voice. that was all he needed. a small whine escaped him, and he shifted a bit, back on the mattress. he really was starting to feel human. he forced himself out of bed in only one of luhan’s more loose sweatshirts because he couldn’t be bothered to wear his own clothes (or the lack of it, really). as he entered the kitchen, he stretched his arms over his head - on instinct - until they found their way around luhan’s waist. sehun nuzzled the other’s shoulder, distracting him from even trying to make breakfast. “’morning, hyung.” 

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               luhan had been domesticated to the extent that he got excited over new cooking utensils and cleaning gloves. he kept it to a bare minimum though, his reactions, since he was so embarrassed. luckily, sehun didn’t catch him just as he was ready to open a bag of new mittens and marvel at the simplicity of such a useful tool. as sehun nuzzled against him, he couldn’t help but close his eyes and let the rest of his senses take over. it was something he did frequently, now that he wasn’t sure how long this will last. he knew it was cruel to both him and sehun, but he wanted to live like this. just until...

              “ah, good morning,” he whispered, voice raspy still as he had just stood up moments ago. he grabbed the handle of the frying pan, using chopsticks to stir the rice in kimchi. its color was so pretty and the smell so fragrant that his stomach growled impatiently. “do you want a sunny side up or scrambled?” he asked sehun, taking two eggs in his hand. he glanced at sehun with a smile, warm and content. “let’s see if i manage to make a perfect one today.” turning off the fire, he moved the contents of the frying pan to a mat, letting it cool and took another, much smaller frying pan and coated it with butter. “if i make a perfect one, will you do the dishes?” 

[thelittlelittleyou]

LuHan x Canon EOS M

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changpi:

@sillagc ♡’d for a starter!! ( for Luhan )

                ❝ You know what I think is interesting? ❞ It was a question, but she wasn’t looking for an answer, slinging a plastic bag and it’s condiments onto the counter with a loud THUD. ❝ You call my phone to tell me my order is here, but you can’t be BOTHERED to pick up when I’m calling you back. ❞ The smile that spread across her face was scorning. ❝ So now here I am, with the WRONG order. I’m gonna take a wild guess and say you’re not in charge around here. ❞ Giving his entire physique a quick once-over, she huffed mockingly through her nose. ❝ But – since I wasted my time coming down because of POOR service, I think I should get my chicken for free. ❞

he sighed. loud enough and exaggerated enough that it would make his boss shout at him. he had met many customers and while a perfectionist, luhan had no responsibility over what is put in the damn containers his orders were usually put inside. he only knew that this had a note to deliver to this girl’s address. and the next thing he knew, he was being talked over before he could even explain his side. “our telephone lines are usually busy around this hour. we also don’t carry said telephone line while delivering,” he said in a monotonous voice, closing the steel compartment he was carrying. he also made sure to make his speech formal, opting to sound very polite but still with a touch of sarcasm. “also, that wasn’t much of a wild guess, considering my boss is too busy growing a beer belly to deliver your chicken. and because you are clearly aware of my position, if you have any complaints, i think you should contact our store and vent out your frustrations there. if this isn’t your order, i don’t see why i should give you this for free, too.” he pushed the container inside the delivery heat bag, zipping it up before turning his attention back to the girl. “unless you would rather have my number for free.” 

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— ｡CAN YOU FEEL IT ;

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pxlimpsest:

there’s evident concern in momo’s eyes, eyebrows furrowed as she leaned closer, listened to the girl’s words. her heart stopped. she couldn’t be hearing this correctly. mina can’t leave. what about the sirens? what about her? momo didn’t understand the concept of family, having run away from an abusive, alcoholic, druggie mother who almost died one too many times from an overdose. sometimes, momo wished she just did. the sirens were the only family she had, and mina had grown to be more than just that.

“i don’t – “ she stammered, words caught in her throat. her head was spinning, confused. for once, she was at a loss for words, no mischievous glint in her eyes whatsoever. momo waited a beat to gather her senses before she reached out, cupped mina’s face between her hands, one palm slightly colder than the other. “not if i can fucking help it.” a pause, and a purse of her lips. she ran a finger along the other’s cheek, wiping her tears away. “not if we can help it.”

it was like the air had been knocked right out of her lungs. momo let out a shaky breath, unable to let go of the other girl for fear that if she did, mina would disappear in an instant right then and there. “daisy, this isn’t something you do on impulse,” she tried, words purposely slow to get through the other’s whirlwind of thoughts. she unconsciously pulled mina’s face closer to get through to her. “if you’re going, i’m going. do you know who they are? i’ll kill them with my own hands.”

she shouldn’t have come. she shouldn’t have bothered her and now, seeing those brown eyes with their concern flashing in them, she wished she could chase them away. they were so heavy in her heart. she hated...hated seeing that look. the burden was far too great and now she knew that momo would do what she can to help her. their relationship was odd, she realized as she wrapped her fingers around the other’s wrists. she was clinging onto her, far more intimate than they had been. she had let momo see her tears. tears that she hadn’t shed ever since she stepped foot on korean soil.

momo touched her as if she was something precious and it broke mina’s heart to be held like that.

mina shook with the force of her sobs. she had already dragged momo into the mess that was her former life. it was cruel of her to come like this, expecting her to not bat an eye at her misery. momo was different than all the people she had met but definitely not as heartless as them. we. us. the two of them. mina shook her head, silently disagreeing. there was no us, she thought. it was always just her. but the longer she stayed, the longer she was under momo’s gaze, the longer she felt her cold hands against her burning cheeks, the longer she listened to her soft voice which was the contrast of her usual high and irritating one, the more she realized that maybe that wasn’t the case.

“i have to do something now,” she croaked out. “i have to book tickets somehow and...and i have to oh god i have a shipment tomorrow.” mina bit her lower lip, letting out a pitiful groan. “i just--” mina’s eyes widened, panic rising fast. “no. you are not going to kill them. they’re too many...they’re everywhere. you don’t understand, momo.” she shook her head, prying the other’s hands against her face. “you’re not going with me. this is my family, my business, my past and i don’t...” i don’t want you to know where i came from. i don’t want you to see everything. i don’t want you to get hurt. “i’m sorry for coming here. i shouldn’t have.”

mina wrapped her arms around her, digging her fingers against her arm. “i thought i should at least tell someone. in case my landlady calls...in case my boss tries to contact me...yeah. that’s why i came here.”

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chemicvlx:

“Oh. I’ve never had a Valentine so I didn’t know.” Nathan bit his lip as he rolled up his sleeves to look at the menu nervously. The holiday wasn’t really celebrated back in his hometown to his knowledge but it seemed to be a big deal in Seoul. “What do you want to eat?”

“You’re not missing out on much,” Minsu replied with a sigh. Neither did he, really. Girls were usually too frightened to approach him. Some would dare, but he had seen tears after. He wasn’t a fan of sweets really. “How about some seolleongtang? I know a good place nearby. You can tell me about your crush or something on the way.” He pushed his hands deep inside the pockets of his coat, already walking towards the restaurant though in a comfortable pace.

[anomxlie]

★☆ &━ ( BURGUNDY ▰▰▰

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pxlimpsest:

the apology made her laugh, lowering her head as she did so, loose strands of hair falling on her face. her gaze was focused on the dark expanse of water in front of them before finally turning to her new companion with a gracious smile. as much as eunju loved haewon, she was just too presumptuous. it was too early to tell if anything was - or would be - going on between herself and the beautiful girl beside her. after all, eunju never considered bisexuality. for her, anyway. so she had to wonder why everyone seemed to just push her and jiae together instead of letting gravity do it work.

or fate. not gravity. but eunju wasn’t the romantic type.

“hey, it’s okay,” she replied softly, reaching out to give the other girl’s forearm a reassuring squeeze. while typically affectionate, eunju wasn’t if jiae would be willing enough to cross that line. she hoped the girl didn’t get the wrong idea. she was gorgeous like this, though; hair and pale face illuminated by the moonlight. it took a moment before eunju could force herself to look away, retracting her arm back in the process. she crossed them over her chest.

before she could say anything, ask if they should head back inside or somewhere else, a sudden flash of light momentarily blinded her. she blinked away the white spots that obscured her vision, eyes narrowing to get a better look at its source. ah, yes. the twins. figures. truthfully, eunju was unsure of the intention, but she trusted jiae enough not to do anything suspicious. and so, she decided on a whim, “i’d rather you stay,” she admitted. there was a hint of pink on her cheeks, mostly from the blush. at least, she would like to assume if anyone so much as pointed it out.

“let’s grab a few more drinks,” she responded, taking the other’s hand between into her own. she casually intertwined lithe fingers together, could hear faint gasps in the background that she elected to ignore. “then maybe we can have a little fun.” with that, she tugged at jiae’s hand lightly, leading her toward the open bar, and away from the waves.

            she could only nod, mute as she was slightly startled by the casual touch. jiae knew that among friends it was normal but she still had a hard time getting used to it. whether it be reciprocating or initiating it. she shook her head a little hoping that the touch living a slight warmth that stayed on her forearm would disappear quickly. as a dhampir, she was naturally more sensitive to touch, sight and smell. she willed herself to calm down, smiling a bit more at the other’s response.

            stay she did. and she knew it would ignite a heated response from their crowd of spectators. she lightly held the other’s hand. she was used to leading her little sister like this, holding her hand. other than that, she didn’t really hold other people’s hands. due to holding weapons and training with her fists, her hands weren’t exactly nice to hold or look at. if eunju noticed the rough texture of her hands, she hoped she wouldn’t comment or pull away. cause her hand was nice to hold. 

               eunju led them towards the bar, and she followed. it was refreshing to have someone lead her instead. eunju even going as far as to interlace their fingers together. while her first reaction would be to pull away, the act made her smile to herself, a giddy feeling settling in her stomach. perhaps it was the alcohol’s effect. though if she were to be honest, she remembered that her kind couldn’t really be drunk. but she kept that to herself. she also avoided making eye contact with the familiar faces they passed. others would simply assume they were good friends. 

              once they reached the bar, jiae didn’t let go. instead, she used her free hand to flip through the menu. she was craving for soju. “do you want soju?” she asked, finding her voice after a few minutes. “or we can order something mixed? i’m not quite sure what kind of alcohol would fit your tastes.”

[bulletsouls-deactivated20170524]

█ ▌AN INNOCENT TEST ░ BYULYI ✕ YONGSUN

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bulletsouls:

it was a spur-of-the-moment kind of decision. at least that was the case for byulyi. she wasn’t the biggest shopper and would only shop if it were necessary. and when that occured, it was mostly grocery shopping. but it was yongsun’s idea to hang out at the mall in the first place, and there was no way byulyi could say no to her. who knows, maybe she would find something that would pique her interest.

and that she did, in a bath and beauty store nonetheless. usually byulyi rarely frequented these stores, but yongsun insisted they should stop by and look at the bath bombs. she perused the place, catching a whiff of the strong scent as she roamed about. it was so strong that she felt like she was about to die, nimble fingers gripping onto the strap of her bag. but then she noticed the black bath bomb and her curiosity got the best of her. when she pointed it out to yongsun, she seemed just as curious, if not more.

before she knew it, she had bought the bath bomb and soon they were heading back to yongsun’s place to test it out. byulyi couldn’t help but feel a little flustered, however. sure, they had bathed together, but that was back when they were children, when they were naive and innocent. but maybe yongsun wouldn’t think much of it, just maybe. she stood in the bathroom, watching the tub fill up with water before it was completely full. hesitant, she watched yongsun leave and she stripped down, settling in the tub before bringing her knees up to her chest (god, why did she feel like a child again?). once she heard yongsun step inside, byulyi looked up, eyes widening at what the other was wearing.

“why are you wearing a swimsuit?”

this was something she had brought unto herself. quite frankly, she had an ulterior motive. at that exact moment, the idea floating inside her mind, she had found it to be very fun and exciting. she was basically laughing every step of the way home, the goods in her plastic bag promising a very interesting activity she could share with byulyi. had byulyi not pointed it out, she wouldn’t have let her thoughts wander. curiousity killed the cat. but in this case, she would like to think that it would kill an inanimate object. a figurative thing. which she could best describe as the thin bubble that separated platonic and the realm beyond her relationship with her best friend.

they had promised to try the little thing together. it wasn’t uncommon for her to see the body of a fellow woman. in fact, she was rather interested in the female anatomy. she shouldn’t be nervous at all really but for some reason (it was always the case with byulyi), she had felt nervous. they shared a bath tub when they were children, of course. there were pictures from both their parents that would show it. but that was then and this is now. they were no longer children and their relationship wasn’t exactly the same as it was before. something had shifted since their reunion. and although it was hard to pinpoint, yongsun thought it was best not to question it. or more like...she let her impulsive nature get the best of her. she can regret later.

and it wasn’t as if this was going to be an unpleasant experience.

she stepped inside the bathroom in a one piece. she had missed the opportunity to wear it last summer, too busy with other things. so it was new and it hugged her form flatteringly. she had skipped looking at herself in any mirror for she already knew how good she looked. she had more of a bust than bum, and her cleavage peaked a bit. laughter bubbled in her throat as she heard byulyi’s question.

perfect. this was too perfect.

raising a brow, she padded to where the other was, first testing the water by dipping her toe in it. the water was lukewarm and so she stepped inside, sitting on the other edge of it. it was enough to fit two people, surprisingly, even leaving a bit of distance between them. the water was still clear, the bath bomb not yet used. she let her eyes look at the part of byulyi’s body that was under water before her face, smiling pleasantly. she had hugged her knees to her chest, making anything else impossible to see. “i didn’t say we can’t wear a swimsuit. and i found this in my closet. i thought i’d use it at least once.” there was as much nonchalance in her voice as when she talked about their childhood memories. her voice echoed in the bathroom and she quite liked the effect it had. 

“are you ready to try it out?”

[zukiyo]

배보민. 95BABY. 양자리. the girl with the blinding smile and avocado’s #1 promoter. ─── original character, semi-lit to lit, sfw, slightly          selective, plotting highly encouraged.

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— ｡FOND YOUTH ;

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constcllate:

this should be an easy task–keyword should. baekhyun has never find comfort in crowds, much less a professional setting like the ministry. the whole expensive suit and tie set that his mother has picked for him to wear weren’t helping at all, falling into a perfect fit for someone who prefers their clothing loose. the tie is too constricting around his neck and the shirt is suffocating him.

it’s much too extravagant, he thinks at the black ceiling of the underground chambers. the meeting with his family’s lawyer shouldn’t take that long. but then again, they already forced him to do a lot of things he preferred not doing lots of times before, why should this one make any difference?

he’s a mess of sweaty palms and tightened jaw in an attempt to look as stoic as he could when he walks down the entrance hall, mind buzzing with the facts and details he need to memorize as ceo–chairman–whatever its called. don’t look intimidated, stay calm, and act like you know everything even if you don’t. his mother’s voice rang in his ears. perhaps it was the reason why he didn’t see a piece of paper flying towards his shoe and accidentally stepped on it.

baekhyun knows when he has to stop and apologize, so he picked up the paper and turned to face the person yelling at him earlier–which much to his surprise, turns out to be amelia.

merlin. it’s amelia. amelia im, his first ever love.

the redhead assumed his new persona; the charming, haughty businessman with a perpetual smile upon his face that seem believable enough to deceive others all while approaching the female. “i’m truly sorry, miss ministry worker im. i was careless.” he says with a smirk, collecting several more papers before actually handing the stack to her. smiling becomes natural suddenly. “don’t call the aurors on me!”

                   amelia wished there was a spell that could help her be less clumsy. it’s hard to stop herself from feeling sorry as she crawled around trying to get the papers. she would have to rearrange them again which would mean that she had to stay behind and work late hours again. she hated wearing this pencil skirt and the heels and the blouse. she had to at least look mature, you see. so she had to go through extra lengths. even the red lipstick annoyed her, since it left marks on her cups or smear. it wasn’t the stranger’s fault, she knew, but she was angry anyways.

                          she heard him speak and something about his tone made her feel embarrassed about the whole situation. again. but she pushed it down, opting to feel something entirely different instead. irritation. anger. or both at the same time. it wasn’t until she looked up, ready to strike again (how did he even know her name?), did she see who it was. her lower lip trembled a little. it had been a while since she had seen any of her friends back in hogwarts. they were so very few and busy with their own lives that she had chosen to fade into the background, forgotten. she chose to be mute as she walked past them, simply happy to know they are alright.

                       she took the stack from him, her aching arms trying to carry all of them. she was speechless, not knowing what to say. how are you? hi! it’s been a while! how long have you been working here? why haven’t i seen you around? she parted her lips, about to say something, but instead she let out a sob. tears soon ran down her face, her face contorting as she sobbed out loudly. it took her a few minutes before she finally calmed down, crying out her frustrations and her loneliness in front of the familiar face...at a rather inconvenient place. they were guaranteed stares and whispers among people but she honestly didn’t care.

                         byun baekhyun was one of her best friends. “i’ll tell on them for sure. just because you haven’t showed yourself before now,” she said and tried to laugh it off. “i’m sorry for suddenly crying,” she said. “i was just happy to see you. and well...it just came out.” she hadn’t realized how much she missed baekhyun before this moment. she couldn’t take her eyes off him, trying to grasp any detail that was amiss and familiar at the same time. she called upon fond memories of their time spent at school, their adventures inside and outside of the castle. and how, while every memory was not happy, they were the best memories of her life.

                        “i-- i haven’t seen you here before today. have you been working here long?” she asked, trying to fish for her wand. when she found it, she whispered the levitation spell, taking the papers out of her hands. she massaged her arm with her free hand, smiling widely. “you need to tell me everything. that’s your punishment for stepping on these confidential documents.”

[jeonheart]

best of lim changkyun ♡

[fluohrine]

i ask him about photographs and he tells me about details we always forget to capture. it’s easy to love when you go so high you forget to see down. i ask him about hurt and he tells me how hearts only bleed red when promises break faster than glass. it’s easy to believe when the sky is blue. i ask him about love and he talks about me.

k.m (via fluohrine)

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saudxdes:

If this is anyone else invading his personal space, Taemin would be kicking them or at least shoving them away but this is Jongin, whom makes his heart beat faster, makes his stomach do this stupid things that he doesn’t even know how to describe. And it’s hard for him to just remain calm, when all he wants is to mold his lips against Jongin’s, but instead he just forces himself to nod and mutter “yes, only the food. you’ll have to work harder so i can take the ‘you’ part in consideration”. And then there’s the smile he tries to hard to hide because they’re talking about dance, his passion number two and Taemin can’t avoid his body to move closer, words escaping his lips in a provocative away, against Jongin’s ear. “A private show? Sure, why not?”

                 jongin knew taemin would say yes. eventually. it was something he always held onto, the knowledge that taemin would always take his hand no matter what happened. and this time as well, though they joked around, taemin would give in. like he would as well, setting aside pride. making room for these feelings that he harbored for the younger. “i have all day then, to work harder,” he said, unfazed. he placed his hands on taemin’s shoulders and planted a chaste kiss on his forehead. it was merely an excuse to hide the triumphant grin on his lips as he listened to taemin’s whisper. chills danced deliciously on his skin, though he tried hard to conceal it. when he looked at taemin again, his expression was neutral. though it was clear that his eyes had darkened. “get ready then,” he whispered back, ruffling his hair before he walked down the stairs, waiting for him in the living room.

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「 ｡     ➟     @saudxdes​ continued from here

              he was met with a glare but his lips spread into a wide smile, his arms immediately (instinctively) resting on top of taemin’s shoulders, leaning close so that they met eye to eye. “only the food? not me?” he asked, eyes twinkling with obvious mischief. “i’m sorry,” he said, all mischief disappearing from his eyes with a snap. “i really am. can you show it to me later instead?” his tone was lighter now, playful once again. “i won’t keep my eyes off of you for a single millisecond.”

[sillagc]

— ｡DO ME A FAVOR ;

@pxlimpsest

             luhan woke up, the space in between their black out curtains letting a bit of light slip in the room. it cast a strip of light on their sehun’s form. and for a moment, he felt as if he was in an alternate universe where sehun hadn’t died decades ago and he was completely human. there were many alternate universes in luhan’s mind. he thought of this one in particular as he twirled a lock of the other’s hair around his finger gently. he let his fingers play with the tips of his messy bed hair, smiling. rare were moments like this. 

                 he kissed sehun’s nape hidden underneath hair. he ought to stand up and make them food. “wake up,” he whispered, planting another kiss on his nape before he slid off of the bed and padded towards the kitchen, wearing a sweater and shorts. he started rummaging through the fridge, humming a random tune. he claimed these moments were rare. but as time stretched, they had become a comfortable luxury. one he wished would last for as long as he walked this earth.

[medievalthymes]

moodboard: demeter

↦ greek goddess of earth, of agriculture, and of fertility

[3098kg]

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chemicvlx:

[ open to m/f/nb ]

“So how does this Valentine thing work? Am I supposed to do something or take you out? I’m confused.”

               “That depends on you, bud,” he answered. He was puzzled that the question even came from the other, finding the faux holiday useless. Perhaps it’s because he had never been in love. Or felt anything remotely close to it. “I just came here to eat.”