#etherealve

[ofgentleresolve-a]

❤️ alex maybe 😁 💛 💖

these are cute ferre thinks they should get some :D ( ft. mun positivity meme w/ @etherealve )

❤️ - talk about one of your mutuals/partners alex and why you enjoy them and their blog!

*slams hands on table* why i would love NOTHING MORE than to tell you why i adore alex ( @jeoseungsaja // @theimpalpable ) and their blogs- thank you for this wonderful opportunity JFKLSDJF

let's start with the basics- alex?? is SO SWEET?? AND SO NICE?? and just all around super fun to write with, plot with, and just to be interacting with in general?? when i first started following her i was kinda like 'is this person for real?? this isn't like a trick or anything is it??' but that thought went away real fast because alex treats all of her writing partners SO WELL both on a writing level but also on a personal level...she takes genuine interest and care in her writing partners' ocs which is SO HARD TO FIND. like have you seen the meta questions she sends ppl?? they're deep!! they require a lot of thought to answer well. it's not easy sending in good questions so that alone already tells me how much she cares not only about her own ocs but her partners' ocs!! but also, she's just a joy to see on my dash in general?? even if it's not content that involves me, i always like seeing what she and her muses are up to- she's so supportive of all of her mutuals and also just welcoming of newcomers as well and just, it's comforting to see :'D

but you know who writes really well and is EXCELLENT at character development?? alex!! she goes hard with all of it and you can tell she put a lot of thought and research into her characters...the lore i wanna give it a chef's kiss because WOW the hcs she posts about all of them feels so natural and would make sense for her muses?? basically what i'm trying to say is that her character concepts are VERY WELL EXECUTED and feel so real...and she does it because she genuinely enjoys doing so!! also her interpretation of goblin's saja is to die for!! when i think of saja i think of alex's intepretation first and then i realize that's not the actual canon...but then again, alex might as well call saja/wang yeo/lee hyuk her own ocs because all three of them are distinct in personality, character arcs, aesthetics, etc. despite technically being the same person!! also she's so much fun to plot with?? I LOVE ALL OF OUR DYNAMICS LIKE HYURICK HELP THEY ALL LIVE IN MY HEAD RENT FREE- like, i give her an idea and then she gives it back to me tenfold and whether that causes me joy or pain ( *cough cough* hyurick in vigilante au GOD WHY ) i'll take it all...and she also has so many great ideas that i wanna write out with her too!! and finally!! her writing?? is to die for- it's beautiful prose but also so welcoming?? very engaging for sure, which is essential for rp me thinks, someone pls take the mic away from me before i accidentally launch into a full blown thesis on why alex is a great human being who deserves nothing but good things in her life :D

💛 - talk about something you love seeing on your dash!

dash commentary?? i love seeing dash shennigans on my dashboard SO MUCH bc they're almost always goofy and weird and it's just wonderful to see in general...thank goodness for the comment sections too bc really?? that's where all the good rp stuff happens JFLKSJD

💖 - talk about a character arc or development that you’ve been really proud of!

so i can talk about patrick here, right? because making him was my first time making an oc that was based off of a canon character and honestly?? he's grown into his own person outside of my beloved professor l*ayton and I LOVE THAT?? i didn't expect him to be so...mischievous. playful :'D i was also nervous about voicing a character who tends to be more formal in his speaking style but i like to think i've managed to nail it down!!

[jeoseungsaja]

hyuk-ah, where's my valentines' choco? - your fake roommate jay

@etherealve ♚ 💖hyuk can feel the love...not 💖

♔ ———–

“Who are you supposed to be, to be calling me like that, ah? You don’t get to call me like that, you annoying brat.” 

Irritation is evident in tenor; acting somehow defensive toward term of endearment. There’s only one person who calls him that way and it’s definitely not Jay. The detective waves his hand in abundant dismissal; topic of Valentine’s Day not even being in his head until the other mentions it. 

He’s not exactly used to celebrate...well, anything. In fact, this holiday is only remembered when he randomly happens to shop in stores and is basically forced to notice decorations and shelves full of those pink and red teddy bears holding plastic roses or heart-shaped chocolate. 

“Valentine’s Choco? I’ll punch you in the face instead, how about that?” 

Frown gets stapled upon features; staring at the other in silence before opening lips to speak once more.

“I’d ask if you have a partner so you can bother them instead, but you’re so annoying that I got the feeling you’re single. Just a detective hunch.”

———– ♔

[latibulx]

closed starter for @etherealve​ ㅡ Onjo & Woojin

Excited giggles and gasps filled the auditorium as the first victim of a zombie in a secluded space was turning, blood pouring out of a deep wound at their neck and bones cracking as their limbs were twisting unnaturally. A student was slapping her friend’s arm as the tension built up and more people were turned, panic settling in amidst the actors and actressesㅡ because that was what it was: a movie about a potential zombie outbreak to study the character’s psychology. As if that hadn’t happened in real life. The government and the military certainly had done a good job in drowning the two years old tragedy that took place in Hyosan. 

Except that Onjo was there. She had seen and heard it all; the way her best friend had been bitten then turned into something that looked like her but wasn’t her anymore. The way her strong father she had thought as eternal had also been useless when surrounded by them. And Cheongsanㅡ 

A non-human scream from the movie startled the young woman out of her vivid memories but it felt like she was thrown right back into her former high school. If she didn’t run for her life, she would DIE. Her chest heaving up and down at a fast pace, she didn’t think about anything else but running away, far from this classroom where death and loss were an amusement for  oblivious and innocent and stupid others as they claimed that a zombie outbreak would be no big deal if it happened in real life. But she was there! She wanted to scream. She had experienced it all! 

Onjo couldn’t bring herself to care about the rumors that surrounded her and would remain attached to her as she pushed the door of the auditorium open. She needed air, she needed to remind herself that it was all behind herㅡ she had survived because so many of them had sacrificed themselves, because so many had perished and she had had enough luck to not get bitten. Without Cheongsan, she would have gotten bitten in the cafeteria and... Onjo’s body collided with something strong in the hallway as she sought for air and her knees all but gave up on her, leaving the eighteen years old gasping on the floor, her body trembling as she was assaulted by the memories that she had been unable to keep at bay. 

[iridescencc]

–– @etherealve​​ cont. from x 

"Who said I’d be the one treating you?” Abbie pointed out, arms crossing as she smiled in amusement. “I thought it was up to the older person, the uncle, to be treating the younger one instead. Culturally wise speaking, I mean.” Both of them simply always hung out in the same place where they met, and so on the spur of the moment, Abbie thought it would be enjoyable to do something different for once far from their usual interests in common chat. “Zero wasn’t even on the scale. How can you give nachos a solid zero? It should be high up on anyone’s cravings list.” She then bursted out laughing. “The audacity. Excuse you, but cheap nachos are a very valid reason for anything. I might be asking for some favour though.” 

[siennabook]

📱 @etherealve / manami !

THIS  IS  THE  MOST  EMBARRASSING  THING  THAT'S  EVER  HAPPENED  TO  SIENNA!  the  most!  and  she's  an  actress!  a  lot  of  embarrassing  things  have  happened  to  her!  she  bemoans  her  mistake.  FLASHBACK  :  she'd  finished  changing  into  her  street  clothes  following  the  performance.  she'd  gone  and  done  stage  door,  where  she  took  pictures  and  signed  playbills,  and  then  she  returned  to  her  dressing  room  to  grab  her  purse  and  her  phone.  and  then  she  realized  her  phone  was  missing.  and  she  suspects  who  took  it.  ensemble  becky,  who  has  the  same  phone  case  as  sienna,  must've  grabbed  it  by  mistake.  and  so  sienna  dashed  through  the  stage  door  and  jogged  down  times  square  when  she  thought  she'd  found  becky  —  at  least,  she  looked  like  becky  from  behind.  but  this  isn't  becky.  so  now  sienna  has  no  phone  and  she  hasn't  found  becky.  FUCK.  

          ❛  you're  not  becky,  ❜  sienna  accuses,  even  though  it's  clearly  not  this  girl's  fault  —  it's  💯%  sienna's  mistake.  ❛  at  least,  you're  not  my  becky.  why  aren't  you  becky?  ❜  more  importantly,  where  is  sienna's  phone  now?  ugh,  she  wants  to  commit  a  crime.  this  is  terrible.  this  is  the  worst  night  of  her  life.  

          ❛  you  can  help  me,  actually.  ❜  sienna  eyes  not-becky's  phone.  ❛  is  that  an  iphone?  do  you  have  find  my  iphone?  becky  took  my  phone,  and  i  need  it  back.  it's  a  life-or-death  type  of  situation.  ❜  she  has  a  date  she  needs  to  coordinate,  which  is  basically  a  life-or-death  type  of  situation.

[phantombs]

Cường, humble in his dress, perhaps even shabby, seems different by the counter today, the afternoon sunshine slanting through the blinds. He's dressed nicer, perhaps only slightly, really, but the sunlight glows him, dazzles him, and maybe, just maybe, it's all a trick of the eye. He still doesn't greet her. The doorchimes ting 'hello'. His face is framed by the orchids he's tenderly nursing. Artist girl, standing there on your millionth day of work...: "You brought your sketchbook." His gaze finally cuts up. "I'm looking to inspire. Am I inspiring you?"

@etherealve (manami), ♡.

[xqonstellations]

👀 - @etherealve

She wouldn’t lose anything at this point, maybe, just maybe this person could help her! Or maybe …

“Hold onー” she called out to the other, “You can see me, don’t you?” 

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Ami did not believe in the other world. Despite having the special power (a phrase her grandmother would use to comfort her) of seeing the beings of the hidden world. It was when she turned four when her young mother abandoned the little girl on the footsteps of her maternal grandparents household --- and later was raised by the two quirky elderly couple --- that Ami later figured out that her special power had cause her parents to split and later left her in the care of the person who she inherited the extraordinary gift from. 

She hated it, so much so she self taught herself to ignore the beings that float about her space.  Ami grew up ignoring the hidden world and at the age of fifteen she soon realized she no longer could see nor hear of the spiritual world. She had celebrated it then with her grandfather (her grandmother was always disapproving of Ami’s denial in her gifts) the two of them at a newly built family restaurant having steak and apple pie. She felt amazing.

Till the day both her guardian met with an accident. Ami had turned eighteen and was excited for the third phase of her life had in store for her. She had left her dorm to go to the university’s library when she felt their presence. It was as though they were there but they were not. She had looked at the elderly pair but somehow she could see right through them. Ami stood at the court yard of her dormitory for a long time as she prepared her farewells.

Her gift returned but it was unlike her younger days; she could only see her grandparents and there was a glimpse of her paternal grandfather too. Yet today as she stood nearby a bench in the busiest alley in Tokyo that she saw her. Ami raised her brow at the spirit hovering before her. The streams of people walking around her and through her, the her who she realized was following her closely. She nodded her head at the question the ghost prompted, the sound feeling like a gush of wind swirling at her. “I can see you.” she whispered, while she sat on the bench. Her head turned to the ghost before her, “Should I not see you?”

[staticblooms]

@etherealve !!

     “you look pretty stressed out.” blunt words by way of greeting, though such commentary is not without concern for the other. she cannot imagine the stress her friend is under, though she can provide reprieve in what small ways she knows how to. movements halt where she is filling teapot with water, gaze scanning ‘cross the other’s features before returning to her task. “sit down, and talk.”