#h:c

[fondesmode]

H:C = Head : Canon Ratio

HC = HeadCanon

C = Canon

H = Head

[zureo-blog]

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Winter, 2011. 

He was fourteen when he moved out of the orphanage and in with his new family, the Kim’s, compromised of three: Hyunseung (”father”), Jisoo (”mother”), and Jiyeon (”sister”). The first week of his stay was fine. His parents were kind to him, treated him as if he were really their own. Jiyeon, on the other hand, was the complete opposite. She wanted absolutely nothing to do with him (re: later on, he discovered that she was against his adoption) and he didn’t have a problem with that because he could understood why. He was a new addition to the family. He was there to stay, permanently. Whether she liked it or not, the choice was not hers to make. 

Taeyong stayed out of her way and Jiyeon stayed out of his. He ignored her whenever he could, kept to himself and minded his own business. It eventually became second nature for him, but even if so, he knew he couldn’t disregard her completely. They lived under the same roof, in the same household. Complete avoidance was impossible, as was running into her was inevitable. Especially whenever their parents were involved. Tension was visible, could be felt and seen.

Their parents noticed, everyone noticed. 

Once they were forced to spend the day together, Taeyong and Jiyeon hated every second of it. Neither could ditch because their father ordered his men to keep a close eye on them and make sure they stay together until the end of the day. If one tried to escape, they would be stopped. 

What annoyed him most about the trip was accompanying Jiyeon shopping. 

She deliberately took her time, tried on just about every garment that she had came across. She’s the type to try on every piece thrice in a variety of different colors and sizes until she found something that was perfect. He had to do everything in his power to stay composed, buried his teeth into his underlip in order to suppress whatever curse threatened to spill. Whenever she was finished, she made him hold all of her bags for her. Taeyong must’ve had fifteen different bags by the end of the day, along with her purse. He was infuriated as fuck. 

Miraculously, he was able to make it through the day. But as soon as they arrived home, she pushed him one step too far and he couldn’t contain his feelings anymore. Taeyong lost his temper, threw everything she bought out the front door, and lashed out on her. To his luck, Hyunseung and Jisoo were there; Jiyeon noticed, ran to them, and acted as if she was actually hurt. 

Their mother was furious, whereas Hyunseung was pleased.

This was the second time Hyunseung witnessed Taeyong’s “ugly” side (re: the first was at the orphanage when he got into a fight with his bullies and beat all of them up on his own); this was the sole reason as to why the elder had chosen him out of all the other kids at the orphanage. 

Jisoo ordered Hyunseung to have a talk with Taeyong and punish him, if need be. Hyunseung complied, escorted him to the basement, and instead of punishing him, he was given a gun. 

“My father gave me this when I was your age. He had me practice close range shooting. It helped me get all of my frustrations out.” He went on to say, held Taeyong by the shoulders and made him face the target in front of them. “Why don’t you give it a shot? See if it works for you.” A forefinger was extended towards the bullseye, his father’s touch left him not too long after. “Aim for your target and shoot. If you do well enough, I’ll give you a reward.” 

This is where it all begins.

[leehojeongg]

❝  sᴘʀɪɴɢ ᴅᴀʏ  ❞

Her hands tightened the grip on her steering wheel. She signaled and turned into the parking lot. She paused. She slipped her wallet into the inside of her jacket. Luckily, there was pockets on the inside. She gathered her headphones and placed them in the other pocket. She took a deep breath and stepped out of her car. She locked it and walked towards the bench.

Pulling out the cellphone, she plugged in her headphones and played the song. This time, her mood changed. Throughout the day, she was as cheerful as she was usually but this time, it changed. She leaned back against the bench and stared into the darkness. There was a few light posts scattered around the area, but truly, there was only darkness. She can hear the waves crashing against the cement. She played the music loud so she couldn't hear it but it was overuling the headphones.

She sighed. She closed her eyes and listened the music playing. She sighed once more and opened her eyes. She felt water running down her cheekbone. She immedietly touched her face and shook her head. Tears began overflowing and running down her cheeks. She didn't dare to wipe them. She let them run down as she continued to stare into darkness.

"pabo.." she muttered to herself. as she continued to cry, she cried out loud. helping her try to take a heavy weight off of her chest and mind; she continued to cry out loud with no one around her. she pulled her legs to her chest and hugged them tightly as she cried.

The song was on repeat and filled with sadness. She rested her head onto her knee and clutched her chest, crying even harder. She covered her mouth with her hand to keep herself quiet so she wouldn't draw any attention. "pa...bo.."

In the end, she knew what she had to do and it pained her deeply.

[leehojeongg]

☕🕕🔋

☕ : Tea or Coffee? How do they take theirs?

I like both. Tea over ice with no sweetner and hot tea. Coffee, hmm. It really depends. I usually take it hot and over ice. Add little bit of brown sugar.

🕕 : The longest they’ve ever been awake

18 hours. But if it's during SFW then probably longer or more. But that shouldn't happen because everyone needs their beauty sleep.

🔋 :What makes them feel better after a long day?

A bubble bath with chill rnb playing in the background and then candle lights everywhere and maybe crack open a book that I haven't read in while or a book that I've been reading.

[leehojeongg]

🍑 🎵 🚿 💐 🎨

🍑 : Favorite fruit

Oranges

🎵 :Favorite song

Current favorite: Drake - One Dance

🚿 : Do they like hot or cold showers?

I love hot showers, especially for a bath or for my muscles but sometimes, I do like cold showers. So I guess both.

💐 :Favorite type of flower

Gypsophila paniculata or another name would be Baby Breath

🎨 :Artistic ability

I have no artistic ability but I'm really athletic! Hahaha

[howlcifer-blog]

                                              UPDATE: SLIGHT RE!VAMP

anyway this is only going to be really small?? and i wanted to post it before i started back on replies new and old. BUT nothing is going to change his personality much cause he’s still a trouble making shit head but he’s gonna get a proper name with his nickname just being howl. which makes more sense cause im stupid and haven’t posted this sooner ( like when i created the blog tf ). but he’s not gonna let anyone call him his proper name unless he really trusts you, because in a way he left it behind with him when he moved from deagu. and the people he left there are really just his family, so...

any his name is Han ‘ howl ’ Hansung. 

anyway back story of the origin of his nickname: seeing as his grandmother basically raised him one afternoon when he was around 12?? or so, he and his grandma were watching howls moving castle for the first time and his grandma said something about the main protagonist reminding her of hansung and it just sorta stuck. because he just had these major heart eyes for him and it sorta became the movie that he’d watch when he was feeling really bad and it helped him a lot. so everyone started calling him howl, at home and at school and it just basically became his name. 

anyway the name hansung is just really cute?? and with the real kim taehyungs drama coming out in a few days i just !!!! its cute and i couldn’t help myself he looks like a hansung. fite me huhu 

and also! his grandma has just recently passed away as well, so he’s really upset about that still and has just sorta come into himself more so then usual and seeing as his grandmother was the only good thing about his childhood he’s kinda just lost all thoughts that there’s anything good left in the world, so if he’s a little more EMO then usual dw about it to mucho !!!! he’s also annoyed because his parents won’t let him take soonshim ( his dog that lived with his grandma ) back to seoul so he’s all types of salty and is giving more of his free time to animal shelters to just spend time with the pupps !!!! and he’s decided to grow a mini garden in his crazy apartment ( which is sort of based around the images and such seen in the Run mv ) because he loves plants and if he didn’t have plants he’d have 1000 pets but his landlord would flip a bigger lip then he already does when he comes into the apartment for inspections. ( the only reason he’s allowed to stay is because his parents pay so much money to him ).  so yeah basically howls depression has gotten worse and he’s still got crazy insomnia rip him 

[howlcifer-blog]

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DANDELION

You Are: Scrappy and tough, you’re a pull-yourself-up-by-your-bootstraps kind of person. You don’t give up easily and you often thrive in situations that others would find discouraging. You have an instinct to serve others and see yourself as most useful in times or places of crisis, but you may over rely on your toughness and forget how sensitive you really are.

NETTLE

You Are: Truly a nurturing and supportive friend, you’re the kind of person that just isn’t for everyone. But those who take the time are rewarded with your gentle disposition, and the kind of friendship that does a person good no matter the difficulty they’re facing. When out of balance, you can become more prickly than supportive or nurturing, though—a sign that you need to shower yourself with the same kind of nurturing you so freely give to others.

SLIPPERY ELM

You Are: Let’s just say you’re a vocal person. Sure, that might mean you’re chatty. But it also means you’re the one humming in the hallway, singing in the shower, speaking your mind, standing up and shouting if need be to get yourself heard. You’ve got a voice and you know how to use it. Inclined to speak up for the voiceless, defend the defenseless or simply bring joy to the joyless, you may have a tendency to overuse your voice.

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i saw the best minds of my generation destroyed by madness, starving hysterical naked. // tyger tyger, burning bright // i have done it again. // do not go gentle into that good night. // the sea is calm to-night. // let us go then, you and i, // april is the cruelest month. // pretty women wonder where my secret lies. // there is a place where the sidewalk ends. // i carry your heart with me (i carry it in my heart) // two roads diverged in a yellow wood. // whose woods these are i think i know, // let us twain walk aside from the rest. // once upon a midnight dreary, while i pondered, weak and weary, // i taught myself to live simply and wisely. // it so happens i am sick of being a man // i wandered lonely as a cloud // does it dry up like a raisin in the sun? // o my love is like a red, red rose. // o captain! my captain! our fearful trip is done; // out of the night that covers me // it was many and many a year ago // you may write me down in history // do not stand at my grave and weep // some say the world will end in fire // some say in ice. // hope is the thing with feathers // the wind was a torrent of darkness among the gusty trees, // no man is an island, // remember me when i am gone away, // i met a traveler from an antique land // ‘twas brillig, and the slithy toves // this is thy hour o soul, // when we wear the mask that grins and lies, //death be not proud, // and death shall have no dominion. // laugh, and the world laughs with you; // the art of losing isn’t hard to master; // to see a world in a grain of sand // is there anybody there? said the traveller // nobody heard him, the dead man, // that crazed girl improving her music. // come to me in the silence of the night; // where the mind is without fear and the head is held high // when you are old and grey and full of sleep, // in flanders’ fields the poppies blow // i thought of you and how you love this beauty // life, believe, is not a dream // it may be misery not to sing at all, // if tarry space no limit knows // come live with me and be my love, // had we but world enough and time, // my heart aches, and a drowsy numbness pains my sense // bright star, would i were stedfast as thou art- // thou still unravish’d bride of quietness // how do i love thee? let me count the ways. // heaven is what i cannot reach! // my dear, my dear, i know // in visions of the dark night // shall i compare thee to a summers day? // break, break, break // she walks in beauty, // i had a dream, which was not at all a dream. // he clasps the ring with crooked hands.