here is how these things go.
with precision , command . in the clutch of blood - stained palms . in the echo of a prior atonement , yet to be reached , yet to be granted . jace's words almost cut him lovingly . they almost caress him . bitter confessions . the elder almost wants to speak --- but lips stay sealed . his protests , considered unworthy --- it's taste too close to the plea , he colors his prayer with . the younger doesn't understand , doesn't see . but tony neither claims the right of setting him straight --- what had it all been worth , truly ? if all his presence evolved into , remained woven into the world , that tried to bury its claws into his legs anew ? his mind , littered with unknown , faceless , nameless threats --- he knows far too well , in this war --- it came in waves . knocking one down , drowning them again and again . he dares not to raise his gaze . wants to hide that starless sky , born into his eyes . dull --- dripping in thick ink , a soft frown weaving itself across the elder's features . he shakes his head , barely --- trying to swallow his concern . oblivious , as jace was --- it could cost them much more than merely a shared dinner meal . more than the mutual shove of separating their burdens so intricately --- the phantom echo of guilt yet to be lived . for once , jeongmin rejected , to be thrown back into havoc and war , to be pushed and torn by the current . who was tony to deny him such ? he turns on his heel , wordlessly leaves without glancing at the other's face --- firm , determined to leave the younger his peace . inside --- brooding . his mind shifting itself , to forget , to erase --- deviate his focus onto catching whoever hid themselves behind the witnessed assault . to step back into the beast's den , revive a demon he wished to eternally have sealed away -- how naive , he thinks . to be convinced , to truly believe . . . controlling a man's fate lied in his power . he disappears into this maze of an underworld — . . .
merely a handful of days pass --- sleepless nights for the elder . time , a thick molasse with no beginning nor an ending . full ashtrays , heavy exhales . another set of concerns , pressing and urging him to return to jace and scoop him up on the spot . but the male simply cannot bring himself to go back , let alone face the other after such a short timeframe anew . empty handed , with promises and words that were hard to believe , leaving his lips --- even for tony himself . his reflection , reminds him --- each time he believes to have forgotten .
jace's reflection however --- on the screen of his phone , black -- merely illuminated by the stark light of the hallway , outside of his apartment . bouncing off --- blurry lines , no beginning , no end . if only he had tilted his phone slightly lower , if only he had thrown a glance over his weary shoulder --- " errand boy . we need you to be good and come with us . " , the small group of men cast a shadow , stretching into a mountain range . drown jace entirely , trap him between his locked door and their bodies . a determined shake of his head , declining any invitation almost too eagerly --- as the thread snaps in the fragment of half a second . bare fists , brute force --- until the younger's protests and efforts to escape turn into pants , coughs -- with a ringing in his ears , from the repeated collision with the door frame of his very own apartment . it is too precise , the timing too convenient to be anything but a revisit from the same group , having come for tony . jace is handled like a sack of potatoes , thrown and handled with little care , blindfolded , cuffed --- kept silent , in what feels like an endlessly stretching drive in the back of a van . by the time , he is hauled into a chair --- dusk breaks . footsteps echo , in this large hall . occasional mutters , the click of something mechanic . until the estimated group of people quicken their pace of walking --- closer to the corner in which jace remains planted .
the blindfold is torn off with no prior warning , painfully pulling at the strands of his disheveled hair . a naked lightbulb tears at his vision . bruised lips , dried blood around his nose , the side of his head --- sticky and cold . the first thing , his strained eyes must lay themselves on --- is the towering presence of a tall stature , clad in velvet --- jeweled gold , catching in the cold illumination . red - maned , widened hues --- a warm smile , as if offering a welcome . " little sapphire ! still with us ! you look awful . . ah , just awful . " , a shake of his well kept hair . the male's tone resembles a song , a melody bouncing between the beat , following the rhythm of complete silence , than any usual tact . the male figure remains standing , so close that his legs almost brush the younger's --- the straight posture of an arrow , a flickering glimmer unburying itself within hues , as they drink the tied up figure --- with an infernally starved curiosity , a hunger poorly satisfied . amusement drips from a countenance , inhabited by sharp features , a long shape to frame it --- slender fingers holding onto his burning cigarette . " any idea , why you have ended up here ? " , heart - shaped lips pout with an accompanied frown , theatrically absurd , " you are in college , are you not you ? " , the male slightly bends , legs kept straight --- leaning closer into the other's personal space with no regard for its concept at all , " do you think you are smart enough , to figure this one out ? " , eyebrows raise --- in an excitement , solidifying itself in his intense gaze . rotten , widened eyes --- his quieter , intimate tone dripping with a temptation , a lust utterly unholy --- and absolutely shameless .
i wasn't sure if you wanted these back but in case you did! :
Ⅶ If you have multiple blogs and/or muses, which one is your favorite? Why?
✼ When it comes to worldbuilding, what are some ideas you’d like to explore in rp?
honestly, i forgot what this was for, but hey! i'll give it a shot!
If you have multiple blogs and/or muses, which one is your favorite? Why?
jaeho is hands down my favorite muse. the guy is just so easy to write and requires no thinking on my part because he???? doesn't think so much either????? i have a particular writing style with him that sometimes tries and blends itself with my other muses, which makes me struggle A LOT because i have to remind myself that the sarcastic and dry inner monologues he has will not work when writing, say huifen or seungheon. he's also really adaptable when it comes to any scenario, so i can just literally throw him anywhere and he'll thrive. plus, he literally just started off as a janitor and everything else (background, habits, thought process) kinda came and piled on naturally. he basically writes himself????
When it comes to worldbuilding, what are some ideas you’d like to explore in rp?
this is probably gonna make me sound like a terrible writer, but the reason i'm in rp is because i didn't really wanna world build?? i kinda just had ideas for characters and throw them in and had them follow whatever setting of my partners. (as you can tell, i hate thinking sdfskjfsdjf)
but lately, i have been working (on and off) on a multi oc blog that is "supposed" to be heavily crime-based and things like that. (i say "supposed" because i don't like setting things in stone and knowing me, it could turn into anything.) kinda inspired by bungo stray dogs, hakata tonkotsu ramens, etc. and with that, letting me write those types of plots (i.e. assassination, drug heist gone wrong, escaping prison, etc). really just exploring all those themes in general because i definitely usually go for crack-oriented muses with a few normal ones here and there, so definitely a challenge from my usual style!
better yet: let's explore jaeho finally getting what he deserves!
❛ we're not good for each other. ❜ (echoing evil laughter).
RIVALS SENTENCE PROMPTS ⤻ ( x )
his hand slips. a false note ringing , acutely out of place. spring's consolation --- its warmth, filtered through the windows burns his skin. its light breeze --- unleashes a whiplash, bruising him. carven from the depths of an underworld, his demise, at last fulfilled by his own vermillion stained hands. he had dragged his soul through all violence that stuck to him --- like the incense he now lights. in vain, in vain. jeongmin speaks in sincerity --- tony, in his own riddles. such was the tragedy unfolding in front of their eyes -- by his own epitaph and the wheel of karma turns anew.
jewelled hands slip off the keys --- and within him, a thousand year curse coils. he had believed suffocation to arrive much sooner than this and yet --- it catches to him when least expected. drowned , in the evening light of a passing day. this is as close as he would come --- as close as his wretched spirit could pray to be greeted. it nails itself onto his features --- freezing him into his spot. sat on the bench of his piano --- where all his grief found its eventual curtain call. refusing to turn his head --- to gaze upon features. another mirror, he cannot bear to face. in the far distance, the trees shake --- quivering to give an answer, his being denied to listen to. in the closest of proximity, his lament chooses another song, to sing. one laced by immeasurable silence --- and the irony of realisations, to seal his destiny. a deafening drum, ringing in his ears --- and in his earliest days, he would have granted a much less merciful death to such. it etches itself into his restless soul --- tortured by an end, not to arrive. accompanied by dusk, yet to set --- in the most quiet of announcements. it nails his heart right back into his ribs --- forces him, to see what he had closed his eyes from. a reality, he had naively believed to be below him for so long --- and the sun's spent rays shatter, like hitting the reflection of crystalline glass. his idle playing --- hidden beneath monochrome keys, comes to its abrupt end --- veiled by such serenity that very own mind struggles to register. instead, it disconnects, dissolves borders and walls until very own restrain dared to collapse beneath his feet.
a breath, not nearly enough to fill deprived lungs and neither to relieve him of his astonishment, beyond his understanding. it settles into his bones --- weaves itself so delicately around to a constellation, to choke him of denied speech. replaced by the flash of rushing blood, he'd wish to drain out of an exhausted body --- rid him of a poison, chaining him to the finality all things were required to face. " yes. " of course. given. anything else, out of question ! what else, he would have pressed to add, under tensing muscles of a jaw. he's learned to grant himself a resignation, he was sure never to receive. for all things yearned for --- never lost their way into his arms. tony would have laughed --- but instead, faintly . . the corners of own lips tug upwards. yes, of course. crown tilts, silken strands kissed by nocturne to fall into his vision. facing, what had never been his. in all the world's glory, its status and his conquering --- one was sure to slip his grip, like sand --- like the chasing of waves never to arrive ashore. if he had known such for so long --- how come, its eminent announcement drowned him now ? soaked --- fallen petals to wet his sleeves. yes. yes, it echoes --- despite having left his lips in the utmost steady intonation. as if, even now --- his mere words could prove themselves enough, to bruise and tear skin to bleed. how often, had the fate of a man been decided by a death sentence, spoken by his mouth ? how could he dream of own prayers to be heard --- demoted half - god --- if he had never abided by the rules of this world ? how often, had he spoken of similar conclusions to the younger. insisted, to be heard. you have what you wanted now, do you not ? yes. yes, " we are not. " held breath exhales, sealing his long accepted resignation. a layer of pain bleeds through his features. it itches, underneath his ancient scar. jagged, soiled. a full circle to close itself --- it had been no one but himself, having drawn his fate so. " i am not. " his gaze glides away --- wishing to conceal the havoc unleashed within himself. " why tell me something we both know ? " a huff, a muted chuckle --- coloured by deepest grey of a cynicism that had never left his soul. it is funny, how he had expected, known, believed --- only for it to tear him down, anew. let it ruin him slowly, softly. and he cannot but crumble before it. he cannot but crumble before it.
@bluestboy you're legally obligated to reply to this btw :gunR:
if there was ONE THING sunny didn't like about america, it was that they weren't the only overwhelmingly individualistic person in their age group -- they had soon learned that they would, unfortunately, need to GIVE attention in order to receive it back. torturous !! oh, the horror !! and to make matters worse -- as if the agony weren't enough !! -- americans largely celebrated christmas. why on earth had sunny been born on the 24th of december ?? and to think everyone else got to be the main attraction for a full day, while they had to share their spotlight with consumerism and jesus !!
yet here they were. standing in front of their arch nemesis' door, silently fuming, having spent way too much of their little treat budget. now they wouldn't be able to purchase overpriced eye shadow at sephora ... curses !! they rhythmically began ringing the doorbell . once, twice, thrice, until the door opened, really, because waiting motionless and quiet was not a low sunny was willing to stoop to. ❝ happy birthday mininiiiiiie..... ❞ their voice listlessly trails off, although they hadn't been able to hide the sparkle of joy in their eyes at the sight of their friend. ❝ let me in, i'm tired of just standing there. ❞ -- they let themselves in -- ❝ woowww ... your place looks awful. you can't open the present as long as i'm here, by the way. it's a pipe bomb. ❞ never satisfied, that sunny. they placed the suspicious package on the table. ❝ i can't believe you're making me come over on my day off. seriously ... you're, like, sooo clingy. ❞
☒ Is there any sort of behavior towards your muse (ic or ooc) that you simply cannot stand?
answered here !
✎ When choosing a name for your muse, did you pick something special or meaningful in some way?
teddy, the nickname for his real name sounds warm and endearing. his full given name, theodore, is not only v old so it works as his baptismal name in both his main and vampire verse but fitting bc it means 'gift of God'. and, well. depending on which version of teddy u get, he probs thinks that himself !! also because i jst knew i wanted this muse to have some sort of religious trauma lmao
✰ How did you decide your muse’s skills and talents? Do they relate to their occupation in some way?
not really !! more so to do with his privileged upbringing. it's definitely the reason he speaks more than one language and was able to nurture creative talents from a young age. his social skills & charisma definitely help with his job(s) though.
