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He looked like art. Art wasn't supposed to look nice. It was supposed to make you feel something.

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-- this blog is being archived !! if you want tao’s new blog, it’s going to be a lot more selective and private, please message me !!

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– this blog is being archived !! if you want tao’s new blog, it’s going to be a lot more selective and private, please message me !!

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– this blog is being archived !! if you want tao’s new blog, it’s going to be a lot more selective and private, please message me !!

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I hope things are getting better for you or I will need to start singing never gonna give you up again

-- honestly i've missed you singing never gonna give you up !! things are going up and down and honestly my muse for Taojin is just kind of SHOT right now like he's making me anxious so idk things are slow over here. but thank you so much for your concern, it’s really so sweet ;; i appreciate u anon ]]

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dropped threads;

– ☯ Hello everyone, apologies for my absence. I’ve been feeling incredibly stressed out lately, and the number of threads on this blog has become overwhelming. Therefore, the following threads I’m going to have to drop:

@xseaofrosesx ; {here} @elegcntly ; {here} @flcwersies ; {here} {here} @unfinishedjulyrain ; {here} @notfrsale ; {here} @diistriict ; {here}

Please note, this doesn’t mean I don’t want to write with you!! I simply don’t have muse for these threads anymore and need to take a load off. If you want to talk about starting something new, please come let me know. Also note, this may be updated as it only includes threads I currently owe replies on, and I honestly can’t remember who owes me what. Thank you everyone for your patience with me. ]]

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-- i’m gonna be logging out of this blog for a little while. if you wanna find me i’ll be intermittently on my other blog @rvncible and in discord, which you can find in my last post. sorry.

[rvncible]

◦ ☾—*:･ﾟ◦⇢ sorry things are taking a little longer, i’ve been struggling a lot personally. if you wanna talk my discord is ♡ 𝚌𝚊𝚜𝚙𝚎𝚛 ♡#7243 but i’m not super active rn there either 

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dualcolor​:

chanhee had a first life time experience of finding himself without his keys. he must have left it on the freaking table or maybe in the pool? now where he thought of it, he wasn’t so certain anymore if he took it out before going in the damn fountain earlier, what was he thinking? a curse escaped lips as he was already back on his heels, this time running. it was like losing his leg to him, skateboard was great for the busy crowds but he needed that damn key back as it wasn’t his, he just lend the damn thing for the year of being here. he managed to move through people who yelled at him for running against the crowd without hiting anyone, it was just the figure of taojin that brought a sudden confusion to his mind, like a traffic light that jumped from green to red within a blink. before he knew it, to make sure he wasn’t crushing into the stranger, he fell on the floor instead, right to his feet.

well, if anyone would say he wasn’t memorable now, they would be lying.

’hi again.’

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          TAOJIN stood there for what was probably abnormally long, trying to ground himself and ultimately getting lost in his thoughts as he attempted to figure out what exactly had just happened. It finally took someone complaining he was in their way for him to snap out of it, and with a mumbled apology, he shouldered his bag and began to walk.

          He wasn’t exactly sure where he was going, his earlier plans forgotten ( they weren’t very important, anyway ) by the meeting of the strange boy. So he just... walked. He let himself get lost in the crowd, zoning out as he moved with the others as a depressing, gigantic unit. Well... until CHANHEE was running into him again?

          He stopped on his heels, narrowly avoiding tripping on the now floored person and earning multiple complaints from people trying to pass around him. “O-oh, jeez, are you okay? Why were you running?”

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vanguardlost​:

Amusing. Oh, just play along. Keep the clocks turning in that head of his, sanity is a bore. 

Hyeok turns his head to look back when the man goes on to call him conceded. “Is it conceded or self aware? Maybe your eyes give you away.” The way the dilate with thrill like the pain and chaos Hyeok causes surges his blood like a drug. A rush unmatched, isn’t that right my little play thing? Come along. I’ll take good care of you. 

“Well, in the case that you have… as you so say, it won’t last long.” And the sound of Taojin’s voice is music to his ears, disturbingly playful and set on edge. Like a ticking time bomb. The fun has only just begun. Hyeok waves to the familiar bartender before they find themselves settled at the edge of stools. The club is at its busiest hours but there is enough free space for them to find seating side by side and they sit close enough to hear. 

“I wouldn’t take you for the type.” But he calls for two glasses, a nice brand of whiskey to hit the tongue always satisfactory after a night like this. Hyeok slides the glass over toward Tao, grips his own and lifts it to cheers. “To new friends.” 

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          A straightening of his shoulders, a raising of his chin, feeling stronger, bigger, but in such a good way, confident. It tasted tangy, nectarines and old pennies, and made his stomach feel warm. There’s something about this man, the way he addresses him, the look in his eyes, that gives TAOJIN a sense of courage - he’d never expected to feel to equal to someone such as this.

          “Perhaps a bit of both. Is conceded considered to be bad?” He couldn’t help a smile from creeping onto his face, a genuine amusement at the situation they’d been placed in. He took a seat, emaciated frame looking simultaneously out of place and completely at home. “The type, huh? What’s that supposed to mean?”

          Anything added is just increasing the calories. He’s not here for it to take good, he’s here to stop feeling.

          He took the glass, lifting it with slender fingers and letting the dark liquid sway within the cup. He hadn’t drank at a bar in a long time - a hazard of not having any ID, he knew. But obviously, this place didn’t care. He grinned again, and lifted his drink to match. “To whatever the fuck just happened.”

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-- cough cough go interact w my other muses over here please]]

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Which paranormal being are you?

          The Vampire ;

          You’ve never been satisfied. There’s a deep longing at your core that you’ve never been without, but perhaps have only just begun to identify. When will it be enough? When can you be at peace? Your hunger burns and claws at you, pulls you forward like the lurch of gravity. Does your longing hurt those around you? Would you care if it did? At times the strangle hold of your thirst makes it impossible to know anything else, care about anyone else. You serve only that unquenchable thirst.

tagged by: @intothevcid​ 

tagging: no one, but please feel free to take this!

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𝐖𝐇𝐀𝐓 𝐏𝐀𝐑𝐓 𝐎𝐅 𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒 𝐇𝐀𝐔𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐃 𝐇𝐎𝐔𝐒𝐄 𝐀𝐑𝐄 𝐘𝐎𝐔?

          the windows ;

          Tell me, do you look inwards or out? You’re a dreamer who feels just a little too much about things just a little too out of reach. There’s a longing trapped inside of you, to be a part of the nature that you look over every day, and you resent the way people look through you with that same longing. They don’t get it. You watch them in the garden, see them get absorbed into nature little by little. They don’t feel it as strongly as you do. Still, when a new tenant moves in, a baby with them this time, you have to look inside as the house moves to absorb them before nature can. It hurts what remains of your heart, your still beating heart that feels just a little too much.

Tagged by: @vanguardlost​​

 Tagging: No one, but please feel free to do it!!

[brittsmemes]

GIVE  MY  MUSE  A  NICKNAME  /  PET  NAME.

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-- I’m gonna be dropping a lot of threads here either today or tomorrow, i’ll make a post about it telling you guys. Nothing’s wrong I just don’t have muse for a lot of them anymore rip ]]

[schuylerpeck]

schuylerpeck / instagram: hiitssky

[hyunjins]

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redemptioninterlude​:

“No, huh?” doesn’t make it better. Doesn’t make her feel good either, but, if she’s honest, not a lot of things ever do. They tell you that love’s gonna make you feel a way, that sex gives you a thrill, but all of it… if she’s being honest, all of it pales in comparison to the way that drugs MAKE HER FEEL. As if she’s weightless, her mind, unburdened by the sheer agony of being her, it’s some self-pitying bullshit kind of sabotage… and hey. It works a hell of a lot better than the pills they plot out for her day to day, the little organizers that are chock full of colours and brand new options for what’s supposed to be a sunnier tomorrow, but in reality, just feels like… nothing. 

                       She feels like NOTHING.

It swirls at the back of her throat, it’s there with everything that she consumes. Looking back at him, she wonders, yeah, is this metal or just like some bullshit teenaged angst? Like either of them really had an answer, pulling the elongated sleeves of her hoodie over her wrists, SETTLING BACK uneasy within the hard plastic of her seat. “Dunno why that even has to like… matter or anything.”

Between Nate Jacobs and Jules and everything in between. She knows the lengths in which men ( men, men, men, they terrify her ) go through in order to bury that desire deep, how it sparks in its own UNMITIGATED RAGE. “Besides, I didn’t mean literally…” sinking, inwards, or is that the come down from the drugs? God damn. Sniff, her eyes shift and look for a bathroom, then back to him with a sudden curiosity that takes hold of her. No. She shouldn’t be doing this, should she? And yet… “You never tried it before, right? Want to?” she wants to feel, nothing. She wants to be nothing.

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          Love wasn’t something TAOJIN had ever found time for. He was too busy letting his father down, getting the shit beat out of him, taking too many pills, forgetting to eat, rinse, repeat, try again later GOD ISN’T HERE. He was too busy dying, too busy hating himself for every stupid breath he took. He didn’t have time for love. Or maybe he just didn’t want to admit there was something within him for someone to love. Either way, it wasn’t his problem.

          “Matters to all the people who matter.” He answered, hands again lowering to his pockets and wrapping around his lighter, again thinking of flicking it on and seeing how long it would take him to fucking burn.

         Or maybe, it’d BURN THIS PLACE INSTEAD.

          Yeah, that sounded pretty good. But he let himself listen to RUE, shoving the urge back down his throat as his delicious evening meal and pretending it filled him up. An eyebrow rose at the question, a momentary pause before the realization hit him like a semi. His heart lurched, a sick, confusing feeling telling him this could be so, so good, even if it didn’t stop his breathing. He straightened, sitting up just a bit as the thought pressed its way forwards. Maybe he was too excited.

          “You want to show me how?”