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@pxlimpsest​

        in a fit of anger, jun walked out to his balcony, which was way too close to his neighbor’s and thus, every little noise they’d make would echo directly into his apartment. “ AISH--- TONE IT DOWN YOU LITTLE SHIT--- “ whatever the other was doing, started to irk the young male who couldn’t concentrate on his videogame.

[pleicdes]

ruby, calcite (taegun)

                                              SEND ME A CRYSTAL                                              and I’ll tell….                                                @pxlimpsest​ | always accepting!

Hwang Taegun | Tyler

ruby: a happiness headcanon

Somewhere in the comfort of white skin than white sheets, in between the softness of one’s arms than the mattress. Where the air is interspersed with the scent of lavender on the humidifying, misting gently over. Where silence isn’t empty and all infinitesimal sounds can be heard – the soft hsshhh of the sprays that sprinkles wet scents onto warm skin, the soft chirping of crickets from a distance, the light buzz of the AC in midsummer night, and the soft hums of a calm breathing that is a lullaby but could not put him to sleep.

He’d rather look at the serene beauty trapped under his arms and pull her closer to him. He’d rather listen to the calm beats of their hearts in its proximity. He’d rather stay and memorize the feeling that may be fleeting, but nonetheless real.

calcite: my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vsextroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

Taegun is a mixture of both – an ambivert.He knew how to enjoy himself in the company of others – one thing he learned heneeded especially in the field that he is in. Knowing a lot of people can be beneficialand social interactions and gatherings are fairly a staple to their career,however there are times he’d like to dedicate his time to himself. That is mostespecially when he writes, or when he finds the inspiration to write. Solitudeand quiet aids him to let his creative juices flow and allows him to thinkdeeply. There’s a balance in between these two which makes his personality abit boring to most.

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» STARTER ! — ( A tale of a fractured mind & broken bones. ) » for @pxlimpsest

» FRACTURED ! — Another day with Ellie. Chris sighed. At first, he had been nervous about him. To work with someone like Ellie. Someone who had done bad things. He had felt like a little bird in the nest of a snake. A venomous snake. His palms had been sweaty and his heart had drummed loudly against the bones of his ribcage. Ellie is the last project as a student. The one he would write a master thesis about. The one that occupied his mind lately.           It was almost ridiculous how interesting he thought Ellie was. In so many ways. Though, as well had he lost the fear, the certain distance. Just something was wrong. He didn't behave like a doctor like he should behave. It would ruin him and his thesis. Albeit, he wasn't witty enough yet to see everything that went wrong.           They checked him if he had something dangerous in his pockets. Drugs, knives, whatever. And eventually, they opened the door. A bright simper dusted his rosy lips and he entered the room where Ellie was already waiting for him. “Good morning. Did you sleep well?” He greeted his patient right away. Another hour or two with Ellie. Just like almost every day.

[commedias]

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growing up in an economically stable household, chaerin had never set foot into a public laundromat. now she deigned to do so, her mother banning her from using the washer and dryer at home as part of her punishment for dropping out of college. her arm cradles an overflowing basket containing a medley of clothes, including intimates. in attempt to navigate through the confined spaces of the room, she hoists the basket up higher, narrowing her width to fit through the lane. the gesture proves fatal, articles tumbling out of the bin with a pair of HOT pink panties peeking from the top of the heap. "hey, don't look at those !!" she commands in a shrill voice as she sense an approaching presence.

[haebxtna]

fairy lights, black nail polish, pantone

aestheticthemed ask list || accepting! | @pxlimpsest

fairy lights: if acrystal ball could tell you the truth about anything, what would you want toknow?

“Can I be greedy? Because there’s so much questionsin my mind that I kept bottled in, as I don’t have to confidence in knowing thetruth. I still don’t even know if I can handle it right now, but if it is anopportunity to know the truth, thenI should ask right? Because I’ve always been wondering… why did mom do that?Did she not love my father? Is my father’s love not enough? Has my father beenoblivious all these time? Does he know now? What if he already knows? Howpainful it will be for him? Will she finally leave us? But the question thatbugs me the most is… Did I make the right decision to hide everything I know?”

black nail polish: do youhave a bucket list? if so, what are the top three things?

“Oh I do have one! It’s a long list, to be honest!And not really that grand. But here are my top three things! One: Donate myhair. When I was in nursing school, I saw this one beautiful lady who kept herface bowed down and ashamed because of her hair. The lack of it, I mean. Notreally bald, but close to. She had fine hair growing sparsely on her scalp.Couldn’t afford a wig. Since then I’ve wanted to at least donate my hair andhelp these people. I know they still look lovely even without it, but they’vegot to feel their best even in their terminal state. Second one, is to have ameaningful conversation with a stranger. It doesn’t have to be a heart-to-hearttalk, or the casual conversations that is usual when two strangers meet, but..just a meaningful one. About life in general, a conversation that seem likeordinary yet it rouses something in me, and that person as well. A conversationthat will bring a deeper realization. Because you know, sometimes it’s easy tojust talk about things with people you don’t know that with the ones you know.Okay, for the top one…. is being able to perform on a big stage. Now, this isn’treally a dream but rather just a bucket list – a once-in-a-lifetime experience. I’venever hoped for anything as high as being famous, but what I just want is to beable to at least sing in front of many people. And maybe touch their hearts throughmy voice. It may be far-fetched, and I’ve got a long way to go. And I am notsure if I am capable. But I am content with doing it at least once in my life.”

pantone: describea person close to your life in detail.

“I know for myself that I am a person who trustseasily, but to trust one person in all absolute, I can only give it to certainpeople. Family, first and foremost. Butother than them there are only a few. This person – is almost next to a family.Have you ever felt like being able to wholeheartedly have faith in a personwithin the first few encounters? Because that’s how I felt. Ifeel completely safe. And I feel accepted.All of me. With all my flaws. In the same way I do to them. I’ve always thought of this person as a strong person in contraryto what the world may perceive them. We’ve shared tears, maybe more than thelaughter, but these tears make them strong. Their tears are never a sign oftheir weakness, I believe. This person is dependable, even though it seems asthough they are the ones who needs a person to depend on (and I am reallywilling to be one of those). I feel like I could tell them anything, and theyreally don’t need to voice out a response – a good listener, but more thanthat, it’s their mere company that makes me feel utterly comfortable. I could reallygo on, and sometimes I do think words wouldn’t suffice to describe this person,but above all these, this person is beautiful – a beauty that exudes far beyondphysical looks, far beyond the scars on skin and on their life, but a beauty thatcomes from a chaos. But to be honest, he isn’t a chaos but a life’s masterpiece.”

[themidnightsiren]

 a starter for @pxlimpsest ( Nam Aeri )

When was the last time you had a god?

            Who was it? What was it?  There was little to faint remembrance of it, or rather, Lorraine stopped caring overall. Would anyone really blame her? No one could – for her belief ceased when that entity somehow abandoned her. Where was mercy when she needed it? Where was salvation he promised when everything felt at the brink? Where was he who the world knew as the most benevolent being?

          She’s called him, it, hundreds of times, when she was at the mercy of a raged being with hands rummaging over her quivering body and teeth sinking onto her skin, when she was begging for his mercy, screaming his name in between her muffled tears in every slash of her skin, every laceration that cut her open, pain after pain, hopelessness and despair drowning her in nothing but tears. But where was he? She thought he had heard her prayers when a ray of hope came, but she was deceived. It was not him. It was the devil. Did that god send the evil to mock her?

          Well, I am here to mock you.

          Signature click of her heels spiked through the glossed tiles, sound piercing into the ears as it reverberates in the entire place, sound waves bouncing on the old walls, flying high onto the dome-shaped ceiling and going all around – a supposedly soft sound rings louder than it should. It is Lorraine making her presence known when she steps in – always. Chin held up high, pride and scorn etched on its every inch as she struts inside, gracefully walking down the aisle as though it was a red carpet laid onto her. And there he is, standing across her, narrowing their distance with each step. Lorraine need not look at the statue, or sculpture, or whatever they call it, for it is a pathetic excuse of humans to remind them that there is a god when in fact there isn’t. Mainly that, but it isn’t her purpose.

          Mocking him, it, is just an icing to the cake she’s about to devour.

          Her senses fill her, a scent prances along the air and meets her nostrils, which in turn ignites the hidden thirst inside. One could only tolerate suppression to an extent – even with the help of an herb, its effect is temporary. It just so happens that today she’s lost of her daily dose. It just so happens that today, there is a presence that makes it easier for her to quell her urges. And it just so happens that today, it brought her to a sacred place.

          “Hello? Is anyone here?” comes a soft voice. Yielding, menacing.

          Taint this place with blood. What a sight could it be?

[pyrxflies]

fated to meet again ❞ maegan & bitna

college parties aren’t exactly maegan’s thing, but attending one as a freshman has its advantages. the additional acquaintances would benefit her. it would have been better if she managed to drag her roommate with her -- haena, but the latter did not want to attend thus leaves maegan presenting herself alone in the said social gathering. haena-- she doesn’t even know if she could consider the girl as her friend, she doesn’t know yet where she stands, doesn’t know if they were going to be friends in the first place. the girl has been distant to her ever since she arrived at the university, she was left with no one - which isn’t exactly a good idea if she’s new to the said university.

maegan desperately needs to gain friends after all.

new faces, new crowd, she doesn’t know how to fit in. maegan squeezed in through, pushing her way towards the kitchen to get some beer for herself. the reeking stench of alcohol was lingering in the air, along with the sweaty smell – maegan felt nauseous, she wasn’t used to such crowds. she probably needed to catch some fresh air outside, after all, the house was packed. the dorm wasn’t anything fancy, but it look so much better than their own, and probably a lot more expensive. her curiosity was piqued, maegan wanted to check the rooms but before she could even step out of the kitchen, she managed to stop herself – who knows what could she find on those rooms, probably some naked bodies, smudged makeup and parted lips. definitely not a good idea.

she chose to stay at the kitchen, above the counter, legs swinging above the ground. the cold tiles kept her ass freezing, but maegan care less about that right now, not when she sees someone coming in, a petite girl with a dimpled cheek, dimples that reminded her of someone, something— summer.

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             luhan woke up, the space in between their black out curtains letting a bit of light slip in the room. it cast a strip of light on their sehun’s form. and for a moment, he felt as if he was in an alternate universe where sehun hadn’t died decades ago and he was completely human. there were many alternate universes in luhan’s mind. he thought of this one in particular as he twirled a lock of the other’s hair around his finger gently. he let his fingers play with the tips of his messy bed hair, smiling. rare were moments like this. 

                 he kissed sehun’s nape hidden underneath hair. he ought to stand up and make them food. “wake up,” he whispered, planting another kiss on his nape before he slid off of the bed and padded towards the kitchen, wearing a sweater and shorts. he started rummaging through the fridge, humming a random tune. he claimed these moments were rare. but as time stretched, they had become a comfortable luxury. one he wished would last for as long as he walked this earth.