#cvius

[jinahz-blog]

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Get to know the people in my muse’s life.

— accepting ! + 👻 …someone my muse considers a best friend, 😜 …someone who makes my muse laugh  & 🌟 …someone my muse trusts.

“My best friend? Of course it has to be my brother, Kim Taehyung!” @ktaehz

“Someone who makes me laugh? No question about it, its the Dick Park to my Pussy Park, Park Chanyeol.” @realstpcy

“And last but not the least, someone I trust... If I have no one in this world, I know I have my Kwangjo oppa.” @cvius

[adamonite]

❛ I know you’re in there somewhere ❜

A room with four walls is far from a home. If you put your thoughts to rest and simply imagine what such place should look like, you might be able to to envision warmth, comfort, and perhaps intimacy. 

Four walls to Alec appear more like a prison than a place to take rest in. He thinks back to when he could see ribs poking out from beneath skin. He thinks back to white plaster and steel bars. 

It’s not often that his memories are so vivid but the artist’s brush is in motion and with every stroke that relays detail by detail, Alec’s will crumbles. It’s a dehumanizing process; not one that the mutant is fond of experiencing. Even if the spells are occasional, give and take a few during the month, it’s never relief that follows him afterwards. The fear always stays behind.

“I know you’re in there somewhere.” He hears the other man say. From the corner of his bedroom, Alec tilts his head back, eyelids fluttering closed. 

“Go home, Kwangjo. I mean it this time.” 

[jinahz-blog]

[mssg: 진아] Did you steal some of my silverware? [mssg: 진아] I swear

[TEXT: Kwangjo Oppa] I read that as underwear.[TEXT: Kwangjo Oppa] WHY WOULD I TAKE YOUR SILVERWARE?!

[yokviboy]

       ▋▏S T A R T E R  ✦  @cvius

while he admits that art has not always been one of his passions, the subject has managed to hold a constant place in his life. a lifetime ago, the serene collaboration of paints brushed into figures hung on the walls of his cage gave him a look of the beauty outside of the rainy town. his mother thought them beautiful, he thought them a short-lived escape.

still, the many facets of art would not equal his love for books until later years. once discovered, however, he plunged head first into its magnificent world. the walls in which he lived became home to numerous paintings of ominous, strange, and overall fascinating qualities alike. and his homes themselves quickly became an homage to literature and art alike, both holding their respective places on shelves and walls. 

his apartment in seoul is not one of those homes, rather, it’s taking beginning steps to becoming one. the still great expanse of emptiness on his dark cranberry walls are a sore sight, one he wishes to banish immediately. he’s put off obtaining new artwork for far too long, and he knows exactly who to turn to, to remedy the problem.

cold air and crisp white greet him when he enters the art gallery, a certain man at the back of his mind. other patrons stand scattered around the plain floor, mingling and observing the art hung on the otherwise blank canvas behind them. 

his attention wanders to a nearby piece and his feet take languid steps to it. subdued fascination reflects in his eyes as he admires the artwork, his head tilting the slightest bit in concentration. the surrounding world falls to the back of his thoughts for a moment. 

it is only when he catches a familiar figure occupying his peripheral vision that he returns, his lips tugging up into a greeting smile, ❛ kwangjo, just the man i was looking for. how’s everything, good i hope. it’s a pity, i can’t even remember the last time we spoke, time passes so quickly, doesn’t it? ❜

[naokae-blog1]

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FOLDER ( 폴더 ) SEND ME A SYMBOL.FILE ( 파일 ) our muses go out drinking.

( 조 ) –– “cheers! to me and to getting older!” jo laughs while raising up her glass to push it up against the males before taking a sip of her beverage of choice. a sex on the beach. classic. she was glad the both of them found the time to have a mini celebration of her birthday and with a bright smile on her lips she uses her free hand to reach over and place it on his arm. “thank you for taking me here, really.” she speaks with the straw of her cocktail still between her lips, convenient for the young girl as she was the kind of person who’d finish her cocktail within seconds. 

as the night progresses jo proceeds to order one drink after another and by the time she reaches her fourth drink the music seemed to be getting louder by the second. eventually the once somewhat quiet and peaceful bar was packed with people, the smell of beer and loud laughter dominating the confined space. jo was never the kind of person who enjoyed crowded spaces - especially not bars. being pushed around each time somebody orders a drink, having people spill their beer over her legs and sitting back to back with strangers wasn’t exactly her idea of a fun time. and so she reaches over to grip at the kwangjo’s wrist “let’s get out of here and continue somewhere else..”

[aekure]

1: One word to describe you?

questions for the muse∙ ∙ ∙  status: accepting

One word to describe you?

Hardworking. I think there’s many words to describe me with, of which most are just regarding my personality but if it’s something I do every single day, I think it’s working hard so I feel like that’s something that really describes me well. It’s not so much a good or bad quality, or a personality trait, but just something I do. 

[hyejous]

“That thing is dead inside.”

*〔 🐶 〕❝  Hmm.. I’d say it’s not just on the inside — I’d say it’s dead completely. ❞