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[planetei-archived-blog]

STARTER FROM SATURN | @aangstwriter​ ( CHAE. )

     [     ☾     ]     It isn’t often that he shows his interest in someone else. After his wife had left him for good, he’d made it a point to avoid love like the plague, so that he will not have to remember the bitter ache of losing another person. But Chae makes him feel like flowers can still grow in the bones that have been fractured. Saturn approaches the other and places a single sunflower stalk on his desk. “You’ve been looking a little sad lately,” he muses, and then smiles endearingly at the other. “Would you like some cheering up?”

[sxcheon-archived]

“if you don’t want to be with me anymore –– just say it.” - For Dae

angsty relationship starters || accepting

— an irritated sigh left his lips as he rubbed his temple with one hand, his patience worn thin by his lack of sleep, his father hovering over his shoulder and stress. gritting his teeth as he listened to minghoa rant at him, daehyun watched the male pace for a brief while before he shut his eyes, he was getting dizzy from following the other’s movements. daehyun was clinging on to the last of his his patience and the last of his sanity as he listened, trying to control his emotions by breathing.

at the other’s final outburst, daehyun’s eyes slowly opened to look at minghoa’s face; eyes scanning for the different emotions dancing in his face. exhaling a shaky breath as he continued in silence. desperation, anger, frustration, sadness – all these emotions swirling in minghoa’s face. running a hand through his hair, mussing up his hair before he sucked in another breath and exhaling.

this…this was why he disliked relationships, why he avoided them with all his heart. this conflict was exactly why. it was why he liked the freedom of sleeping around with no strings attached but slowly, he was beginning to feel burdened by having to RETURN every night….having to emotionally commit to someone. tiresome, frustrating, burdening, caged….when did he start feeling this way? was it just the stress??

“fine,” he finally broke the silence, “it’s exactly as you say. i want out,” he stated, standing from his seat. “i don’t want to be with you anymore. i’m tired, i can’t get work done, i can’t sleep around without worrying about when i should be coming home.” he continued, “i feel caged by this relationship and i don’t do well with cages. i just want to go back to my freedom of sleeping with who i want without having to account for someone else’s feelings.” he concluded, eyes steady as he stared back at minghoa.

[lxstcinderella-blog]

🎊 👄 🐞

🎊: Which is your favorite muse?

This is like asking a mother to pick a favorite child! Out of my active muses my favorite ones are MJ, Chansoo and Andrew because they’re the ones that I’ve done the most research for.

👄: Which of your muses would probably get sexual with each other, if they met? 

Hongseok & Da Hye! He is a very caring person and at the moment that’s what she’s looking for in a way.

🐞: Which is your most childish muse? 

Jaehyuk! The fact that he’s currently fighting with his gf over a plushie is a big factor.    

[cass1x1]

“I try not to make a habit of fraternizing with people like you.”

William quirked an eyebrow, his lip turning up almost imperceptibly. “Is that supposed to be damaging to my ego?” he asked. “Please, you’re not the first person to imply that I wasn’t good enough f–” He stopped the sentence, realizing before he heard it what the words might imply. Reassessed. Tried a different ending. “That I wasn’t worth your time. Because I work in the service industry. Never mind that people like you cannot exist with people like me–”

The rant he was about to enter was ended firmly by the other man putting up a hand, laughing. “No, it’s because you look like a tool.”

At that, William did bristle a little. He had…little use for clothes beyond the simple function of covering himself. A button-down and slacks worked just as well for this conversation at work as it would at a dinner, or a date, or a panel he was attending. Or class, should he ever attempt another degree. “Clothes don’t tell you who a person was,” he grumbled, knowing that wasn’t true. Clothing told you rather a lot about a person. Like this person: very well-dressed, probably wealthy, concerned with appearances. Everything very…trim fit. Meanwhile, this was not the first time William had been called a tool, and surely his clothing choices had varied over those times. Which left the only conclusion to be that it was something intrinsic to him that made him seem like a tool.

Fortunately, that realization only gave him a moment’s pause. “Well.” His eyebrow quirked again. “I do suppose I will have to go on in life, even knowing that a stranger does not want to make my acquaintance on the grounds that his first impression of me was that, I quote, I ‘look like a tool.’ How-ever will I survive?”

“Hye,” the man said.

“Pardon.”

“My name. Hye. Now it’s not a stranger who thinks you look like a tool. It’s a person.” And with that, he walked away, leaving William with the distinct feeling that he had all together missed something. 

[rellapsus]

❝ but damn if there isn’t anything sexier than a slender boy with a handgun, a fast car, a bottle of pills. ❞ - Angel

That was a true definition of the man Dean often pretended to be. He hid behind alcohol, gun smoke and charm. He had a way with words, borrowed and reworded every time. There’s nothing original about his vocabulary. Some of it comes from his father and most of it comes from movies he’s seen many times. Dean’s hands were firm on the steering wheel. His eyes peering at the road in front of him. He was still hiding, inside this metallic frame.“You can say that again.–”

[loropechika]

@aangstwriter sent  🍲 for a thread :  🍲=Caring for them while ill

amaya was in her bed , a red scarf was wrapped around her neck and on her head she was wearing a red hat with a fluffy ball on the end. sniffling and coughing occasionally she reached for the tissue box in front of her. she put on her phone a classic requiem piece to accompany her dying mood and listened to it in peace. her skin felt harder than usual and her eyes were barely open and the worse was that her hair became all dry. it felt like her sickness didn’t go away like she thought and the trip to seoul made her worse. “i’m so sorry i collapsed here. i should have gone home. at least i don’t sneeze and burn your things though.”    

[loropechika]

★ - Wonbae

amaya was moving around wonbae’s kitchen with the sole purpose of cooking something tasty for him. she had picked up a really yummy recipe for gnocchi so she did her best to execute it to perfection. the fragrant basil sauce with the various types of cheese trims was going to be the perfect combination. serving the cooked gnochi with finesse, like always, she smiled brightly to him. “tell me what you think!” and she forked a gnocchi, brought it to his lips and waited for his opinion. 

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[riigyaru-blog]

💋 - Yuuta, even if he's v angry at her atm

{ Aw ❤ Rii needs to just stop being stubborn tbh