#imoribund

[baekxangel]

Moonstone; Mulberry; Maximum Purple; Radical Red

Moonstone:Something you love the smell of?

“I love the smell of dirt after rain”

Mulberry:Favorite vegetable?

“Mmmm there are many but I would say celery”

Maximum Purple:Favorite time of day?

“Sunset, or sunrise. I love those romantic times of the day”

Radical Red:Aesthetic?

“Simplicity. Minimalistic too but, always with a sense of cuteness in it”

[floranari]

[N] - ❝ it’s funny, you think anything is possible when you’re a kid. ❞ || [E] - ❝ you’re the salt of a faraway desert. ❞ || [A] - ❝ I think it’s too much for you to follow, stay there. ❞

[ omo, so many. thank you<3 ]

❝ it’s funny, you think anything is possible when you’re a kid. ❞ 

Tilting her head to the side as she looked at her friend, Nari nodded agreeably. “Yeah, it’s a little sad that we lose that sort of feeling when we grow up,” she said, crossing her legs like a child in a game of duck duck goose. “Imagine how many amazing things would have been created because people just forgot it was supposed to be impossible?” she sighed, “I think the world would be a much more interesting place, don’t you?”

❝ you’re the salt of a faraway desert. ❞

Eyes narrowed slightly, Eunji looked at the elder with a slightly unimpressed look. “That was a very eloquently worded diss, sure,” she said, “But it was a little subtle.” She offered a grin now, a somewhat forced grin since those didn’t quite come easily these days, but a grin sat on her lips nonetheless. “Unless...that wasn’t meant to be an insult, then you really need to work on your delivery,” she said, shaking her head. 

❝ I think it’s too much for you to follow, stay there. ❞

Eyebrows raised, Ava shook her head. “I’m coming with,” she insisted. She’d run into Kyuhyun outside of the club that her friend was apparently stuck in, and injured if the texts were anything to go by. “I’m a doctor, I can be helpful,” she grumbled, not willing to take no for an answer. Sweet she may be, but she was also particularly persistent. 

[desoleis]

➳ тнe υɢly ѕweαтer || Kʏᴜʜʏᴜɴ ﹠ Yᴇᴏʟᴍᴜ.

Christmas was coming. It was in a few weeks and this year she wanted to give out meaningful gifts so that even if she was no longer in this world, people would be reminded of her. She was never able to do anything for her little brother, so at the very least she could have done something special for the people around her. It wasn't very common to see her be this thoughtful, but it was probably the Christmas spirit floating around the air that easily consumed her. She wanted to try something new and her first thought was to knit a Christmas sweater; she had always wanted to when she saw older ladies doing it. Curiosity was what always killed her and it always hurt to never find the answer to it. 

That day she set off to a nearby store around her home to buy the supplies to make one. She hadn't decided who would be the lucky person to receive her first knitted sweater, but whoever it would be, she was sure that they would wear it. Even if they don't want to, she would make sure that they would. At the store, she grabbed a few yarns of assorted Christmas colors and knitting needles. With her fingers wrapped around the bag, she drove back home with a warm and gleeful feeling inside her heart. She was excited to start the project, but more so wanted to the receiver's expression when they got her present.

Yeolmu knitted and knitted without even stopping to eat. She thought that she would be able to finish it in a day's worth of time. Her father told the maids to stop her and let them do it, but of course she refused. He always treats her like she was a small child who was incapable of everything. Yes, she is a rather petite lady, but he surely knew that she was capable of taking care of herself. It wouldn't mean anything if she let someone else do her work. Even if what she was doing was rather sloppy, she thought it looked just perfect. Small smiles were evidently drawn on her face as she was knitting. She continued to struggle with the knitting pattern that she bought from the store, but nevertheless continued and never gave up.

It was only two days later when she finally completed the knitted sweater. In her eyes it was the most perfect thing every, but to others it was probably the ugliest Christmas sweater that they have even seen. The length of the arms weren't even proportional, not to mention the small visible holes that anyone can see. She went through her phone contact and came across her math tutor and thought that it would fit him just perfectly.  Her fingers began to type on the screen of the phone whilst a smile appeared as she thought about how it would look on him. She was sure that he would love it.

[ msg ↳규현 ] Hey, can you come over right now? I have something for you! (:

[ msg ↳규현 ] I also have something to tell you, so hurry up.

[imoribund-blog]

Hand gently cradled an odd porcelain creation as he examined it with keen interest, attempting to discern what exactly it was meant to be. He was intrigued only by its seeming lack of purpose, and he found himself wondering what the cost of something like that would be. He had been staring at it for such an expanse of time that he felt maybe he should own it if only to stare at it some more. Eyes now scanned the shelf of odd assortments to fall upon a price that… no… it was just junk, he couldn’t possibly part with that kind of money for something so pointless.

Kyuhyun forced himself away from the table of knick knacks and a short distance further down the street. Foreigners would likely part with their money under the assumption there was something whimsically Korean about such trash, but he had no use for it. Obviously, he wasn’t the intended audience for such things.

A burst of air was pushed from his lips while he busied himself with simply looking busy. He had nothing to do for most of the day, and had used his time to window shop. That was probably why he had so many seemingly random things taking up space in his loft.

Suddenly, then, a voice from a bespectacled woman caught his attentions, and he turned to see a female he believed to be smartly dressed. It appeared she had been addressing him?

“Why, yes? Whatever gives you the impression otherwise? Am I in your way?” Was his reply, a barrage of questions. Unoffended, merely curious, what could possibly draw a stranger’s sudden gaze?

He looked back at her with a blank stare, hand tucked into a pocket of his waistcoat, eyes averting only to watch other people pass by in front of them.

“I’m aware I probably look like shit, if that was what concerned you,” He then added, suddenly bitter and making a remark most unlike himself. It seemed that his sleeplessness was making him moody, and he was beginning to grow tired of randoms inquiring after his health.

[wingedsandal]

Maybe it was the years she had spent delivering presents that had ingrained such quality in her or maybe it was her own nature to be unafraid to go up to complete stranger and struck up a conversation, whatever it was Himi hoped her face showed none of the regret she was now being overcome with. Sometimes she wished she wasnt that unapologetically chirpy, for the lack of better terms and that right then was one such instance. It was a little too late to take it back though so she plowed on, keeping the cheer in her voice as she softened her grin in the face of the stranger's discomfort.

"Ah, sorry for being so nosey- You just looked really vexed there, I didn't mean to step on any toes but you look like you could use some help." Clearing her throat she thought of the barrage of words she had just spewed and frantically tried to rescue herself. "I mean- A listening ear can be good sometimes? And since we are total strangers, you don't have to spare any names, I won't even know these people? Not that I am a gossip if I knew them but-" She cringed when she realised how much worse she just sounded and gulped. Hooking an index finger into the side of her prim collars, she cleared her throat.

"You know what, I'm sorry." Hand reaching up to scratch idly at the side of her neck, she bowed at the stranger, one last attempt to save herself. "Have a nice day."

[yukyng]

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➤ looking at the empty, starless sky, a petite frown drooped on her lips. oh, how she wanted to snow, but that didn't seem to be happening soon. the weather was just cold. even so, she loved it. well, she loved everything (not everything, maybe most things).

yukyung leaned back on the bench, about one or so foot away from the lone wanderer, and released a puff of condensed air out in the open.  

          ↳ don't you wish it would snow now?               i love the snow so much. there's               so much beauty in snow. not only               is it a crystallized speck of water,               but it has numerous designs though               you can't see it with our mere naked               eyes. sucks, right?

she glanced over to the stranger, hoping that they would hear her and perhaps, continue a conversation with her.

[baebsuzx]

21 ; 34 ; 40 ; 45

21:If you knew you had the right person, would you marry them today?

Yes, I would

34:Has anyone ever told you you have pretty eyes?

Yes

40:Have you ever cried over a text?

Yes, it actually happened a few times

45:Do you have a favourite pair of shoes?

Nope, not really. I kind of just put on whatever I feel like putting on

[bvmkvy]

-Insert cloud here- lol sorry I'm mobile still.

☁ Would Kyu mind it if I begin to text him regularly? Would that jeopardize my spot as his potential friend? Would he hate me? Oh gosh– don’t let him hate me–

[arrivixun]

"What did you do?"

2. My muse shows up on your muse’s doorstep, bleeding heavily.

Sometimes your body makes decisions for you that your mind is far too unaware to make. Decisions such as being led around town with staggering footsteps that seemed to make his trek much longer than it seemed. The night gave way to darkness that helped in veiling the distress he was currently experiencing, one hand clenched over his side to try and stop the blood currently trickling down. His mind was in a haze, unable to figure out where or even how he got to where he was. The only concrete musing echoing in his mind being how much he was certain he was going to die like this.

His footsteps were becoming heavy and languid with specs of blood leaving a trail in their wake, uncertain how his body was even conjuring up enough strength to move forwards in his state. There were houses and apartments as far as the eye could see which gave him some sense of security, thinking if he could approach the nearest one, he'd be able to potentially save himself. The boy stumbled over uneven pavement to reach the door as he leaned all of his weight against the frame to catch what little breath he could, staring at the doorbell as if it were mocking him--taunting him to press it with hopes of someone being home. Droplets of blood clung to his clothes, only to trickle down and form a puddle of crimson around his feet. Having been stationary for only a minute or two made the pain intensify with each minor movement, hissing as he finally raised his free arm to press the doorbell, leaving his finger against the button for far longer than intended.