#s-aerom

[calicoscat]

for @s-aerom.

yuna is the ugly friend. this, she knows.

a designated title since elementary school, the pain of being relentlessly bullied never quite left her, even as she grows into her twenties. she knows she’s supposed to, but should cannot be confused for could.

she supposes she might be grand in her own might if her best friend since childhood wasn’t quite so … perfect. she was gorgeous – the kind of beauty everyone could agree on. she was kind – had to be, to reach out to yuna even while she was the targeted kid, and be friends. intelligent and well-spoken, demure and funny at the appropriate times. it would be hard to believe such a person existed if yuna hadn’t literally been by her side since they were seven.

the problem with perfection, though, is that no one can top it. not even yuna.

staying in the shadows is a fact she’s mostly accepted. she puts herself out there, and she commends herself for that. she has a sharp tongue and intellect, traits she puts to good use as president of the debate club. she is forcing herself to dance in the middle of the room to garner attention, a whirlwind to counterbalance her best friend’s steady grace. it’s a dynamic they’ve well-established.

and yet, yuna was greedy sometimes. she too, was sometimes the envious fans of her best friend’s, wishing she could be just a bit more ladylike, just a bit more feminine, softer and more careful with her words, more aware of what to say and when to say it, to be so overwhelmingly adored as well.

but, sometimes in life, a hierarchy is established and yuna isn’t half-bad at following them.

perhaps that’s why she enjoyed gaming so much, she mused to herself. it was an unlikely hobby, one accidentally stumbled upon – introduced to it by her cousin. but she quickly found the lore and process of levelling up to be fun, and having such a powerful persona admired by many. friends to call her own.

recently, she had made a new online friend, and they’ve been on her mind more than others. yuna had just finished a long day at school, and felt she deserved a little break, so she logs on in hopes her friend would be online.

> hey! :-) > had a long day at school today ... :( > hope you had a better day than me … ? are you free to chat/game a bit?

[ofdamnation]

@s-aerom LIKED FOR A STARTER!

wanted plot: I suggested we play spin the bottle so i could kiss you, but now everyone else is kissing you except me :/ from THIS. wanted fc / pairing: THIS aka dahyun. starring: jihae! open to: anyone,  any gender at all!

      ‘  aniya,  i just——  let’s play a  DIFFERENT  game now.  i want to play something . . . that’s not this. ’

[calicoscat]

junghyo/seoyoung [ drape ]

soft things / always accepting  !

Sleep, her bones call to her as she trudges single-mindedly towards the bedroom. Sleep, her desires call out to her as tired eyes land on the bed, tantalising in all its soft glory.

She’s stopped by fingers encircling her wrist, gentle but firm. She looks down confusedly at the grip, follows the line to meet her husband’s quiet gaze. No, no, she thinks, when she recognises that look. A look of both planning and want visible on his features. Her face already heats up in anticipation.

Still, she says “I’m tired” when he pulls her against his frame, but it doesn’t stop her from resting her head on his shoulder with a content sigh. She feels his fingers skim across her skin, igniting goosebumps where they trail. She’s donning a lovely, green sequinned dress for the occasion, one that leaves her shoulders and arms exposed – a fact he makes use of as his touch traverses everywhere bare.

A few long, quiet moments pass of this before he zeroes in on the zip near her nape. Her breath hitches as he slowly, deliberately slowly pulls it down, other hand stroking the skin that was newly exposed each time. Due to the quiet of the room, it’s hard to miss her held breath and his uneven breathing. She places her hands on his chest right as the zipper reaches its end, exactly before the curve of her ass.

They stay like that for a while. Both acutely aware that once he pulls away, the top half of the dress would fall to the sides, exposing much bare skin. Him relishing in that fact, and her embarrassment at the knowledge – her, embarrassed but eager to please.

His hands fall away the same time she stands on her toes and presses her lips to his, palms against both his cheeks to pull him closer. The fabric of her dress pools around her hips. He can wait a moment longer, she thinks.

[calicoscat]

✍ somin/chaehwa

from. open to anyone  !

for once, there’s someone i care about other than keiko.

(don’t let keiko know, though!)

she’s terribly smart, you know, the kind that could probably ace a test they didn’t study for while people like me look on in envy. she’s really pretty, too – though i didn’t notice at first. well … you know how i am. i don’t really pay attention to my surroundings unless it directly concerns me.

do you think i’m stupid? because i think i am.

she’s like … the glimmering lake on a summer’s day, and i’m the grass people trample underfoot. she’s a bee that floats from flower to flower, and i’m stuck firmly in place by my roots.

i guess i’ve got her attention for now, but it won’t last long, will it?

ugh. this is why i try not to think of love, or dating, or anything –

not that i love her! or anything.

i just think she’s great, and i’m kind of a nobody.

keiko would have a fit if she saw how self-deprecating i got in my diary …

anyways, i’ll just play along for now. one day, i’ll find the love i deserve and all that.

signing off,jeon chaehwa

[dejcvus]

🌻 🌻 🌻

1) i’m having the urge to make male muses and that’s nOT good2) i should really be asleep but my brain is in such a weird place atm it’s like i don’t have any control over when i sleep anymore3) i felt like shit this morning but then i made my bed and washed my face and it was as if my mood was magically fixed

new ask game send me a 🌻 and ill just tell you whatever the fuck i want

[ineverlands-a]

insert heart symbol

send ♡ if you’d be interested in discussing a ship between our muses

im crying you sent this twice fklhfdh !! now you really cant escape me !! but pls, you making a starter for me with my blatant thirst for kth was love at first sight...... *cracks knuckles* let the 2019 Plottin Til We Droppin commence !!!!!

[dejcvus]

alt!

send me "alt!" and i'll introduce you to a character i've rped in the past, want to play in the future or are currently playing somewhere else!

this is eden. don’t let the name fool you, there’s nothing delightful about her. after a brutal attack in the year of 92′ by someone she thought loved her, she woke up in a dimly lit alley in the most peculiar situation. no cuts. no bruises. where there was blood, there were no wounds. the only pain was the intense burning that radiated from the back of her tongue to the top of her chest. from that moment, she had to learn on her own how to feed, control her thirst and manage her enhanced senses. being what would be called a ‘vampire’ (you’d never catch her calling herself one anyway) wasn’t anything like she had read about or watched. enhanced speed wasn’t included in the package and her strength did increase only slightly. this immortal was plagued by the thirst for blood and eternal life without most of the fancy powers in books and movies. healing powers and mind control were her only skill set and as she grew to learn about her abilities, she found that other immortals she would meet often had what she hadn’t. this meant eden had to be even more careful, more strategic, not able to trust a single soul. she navigated the world alone and left her human life, her parents, her friends, her family relationships behind.

song inspiration

[calicoscat]

for @s-aerom

Time’s different when you’re a vampire. That is, it ceases to exist.

While we cling to the calendar, marking down various deadlines and holidays and whatnot, none of it matters to the undead. There are only two markers of time: the seasons, and then centuries. Because human society’s outfits change drastically with the seasons, as does the time the sun hangs in the sky. So, seasons matter – they’re easy to keep track of. Next are centuries, or rather, time periods – because again, the fashion is so different. Once, Miyami had been decked in dresses that covered her head to toe. Now, she could head out in jeans and a fashionable tee, something that wasn’t possible back then.

Point is, time matters little when you’re dead. Common holidays, like Christmas, can fly right over your head if you’re not careful enough.

“It’s Santa’s season again.” Miyami mutters to her brother, finally realising what all the light displays meant. The children excitedly lining up to take pictures with a fake Santa, crowds swarming the streets with shopping bags hanging off their arms. Minhyo hums disinterestedly, noting the scene for a mere fraction of a second before dismissing it. It didn’t mean anything to him, after all – just another Christmas, but years meant nothing to them. Christmas wasn’t an important marker of time. Yet, it stuck with Miyami. It should mean nothing to her, since she was living the same life as her brother, and yet …

“You’re thinking of your human again.” He supplies helpfully, and it’s like the lightbulb goes off over her head. There’s a hint of disapproval in his voice, but he’s always been weak to her wants and she’s good at ignoring her brother. She visibly perks up, satisfied at finding the answer to her brief discomfort.

“I want to buy her a gift.” He sighs like he expected it. He watches her dance off to the various stalls lining the streets, and isn’t surprised when she dances back within no time at all. “I don’t know what to get her.”

“A necklace.”

“That’s so … predictable.”

“A book, then.”

“Boring.”

He stops supplying suggestions then, and she sighs. They share a look, then they continue their journey home.

~

As much as she’s loathe to admit, the only idea she has right now is a necklace. She thinks a simple chain adorning her favourite body part of Sooah would be lovely, after all. A thin, delicate chain – minimal but pretty in design, so that Sooah could match it to most, if not all, her outfits. But she also meant what she told Minhyo: it’s boring. Predictable.

~

Dear Sooah,

Here.

The card rests atop artisanal wrapping paper. A black velvet choker rests inside, a delicate charm hanging in the middle. It’s a compromise, Miyami thinks. Like a necklace, but much more … her style. The detailed charm made the choker look less tacky, more suitable for everyday wear, like an elegant necklace. But the glorified collar reminds the both that Sooah’s the vampire’s lover, equal in standing yet … not, as well. Because how can a mere human rival a monster, a part of her wanting to tear into Sooah and consume as part of love?

But that’s for another day.