#siromyel

[crudelit]

Hey, why are you obsessed with tumblr user siromyel?? Kinda WEIRD...

um mind yo business … love is love >:(

[grvitys]

NICO COULDN’T HELP but to admire the artwork on his arms, his fingers tracing some of his favorite pieces and he’s so lost in thought he doesn’t hear the other come into the room for a few moments. “ oh, hey. ” he says finally after his eyes shift up for a moment. “ do you think i should — ” his words stop dead in their tracks when he realizes the other is distressed, making him stand up. “ what happened? ” / @siromyel

[celestialfail]

👎🎨🍒

munday meme // multimuse edition  // still accepting!

👎 which muse secretly (or not so secretly) loves terrible movies

oh my god – okay , i’m just gonna list these bc i am  ashamed  of them ( just kidding )

EUNSOOSAMANEIRINHEEJUN ( of all ppl …. )WOOJIN ( who do you think supplies sam and aneirin ? )ZHENLINGDOWON

🎨 which muse is the most artistic

EUNSOO ! he’s the artistic babe amongst them all honestly !

special shoutout to HEEJUN and his jewelry making !

we don’t talk about ZHENLING’s clay sculptures … no one talks about those .

🍒 which muse is the most innocent

i don’t really have  ’ innocent ’  muses – i do have muses that are on the positive side to the point of *seeming innocent though ?

HANBI is a prime example of someone who knows what it’s like to be hurt and thus she’s a very sweet and caring person

ANEIRIN has shades of it , mostly because he’s just very insecure and wants to be good to people

there’s probably another muse really , but i can’t think properly .

[crudelit]

@siromyel.

“―yea, well... well! i’m about to get to class, so i really can’t... we’ll talk about it later, jess, okay? bye!”

the door to the lab slams shut a little too hard, making her flinch as she hangs up and glances over at adam, the lab assistant. he barely looks up from his own phone, sending a half-hearted wave her way, and she breathes a little sigh of relief. she’d lied about class, of course; there was no benefit to letting her friends know about the hours she spends in the computer lab, fiddling around on photoshop and trying to forget all her projects that are due. it’s her little sanctuary, as humid and dusty as it can be; the computers haven’t quite been updated to the level of most of the other labs, which ensures that not many people will be around. she’s making her way toward the computer in the farthest corner, but to her dismay, she finds a very familiar face taking up her spot.

“alfred,” she mutters darkly ( or as darkly as she can manage ), depositing her bag onto the chair right next to his just to be obnoxious. “playing with robots again?”

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@siromyel.

he doesn’t know how long he’s been standing there, twisting his watch around on his wrist and staring into his reflection like maybe he’ll give himself some answers. they’re due at the venue in a few hours, but he still hasn’t picked a tie, hasn’t even seen a trace of his wife since early afternoon. it still feels strange to say it, in his head or out loud. “this is my wife, yingtai,” he tries, wetting his lips afterwards. he couldn’t even drag his hands through his slicked hair to let out some of the pent-up whatever that was trapped inside his chest. 

his bedroom becomes stifling, so he grabs the nearest tie and makes his way out into the hallway. the house is too quiet, even with the rapid clicking of yibai’s claws on marble floor. some irrational part of him things maybe tai’s gone, escaped this cage of a home to be free somewhere far away, like she deserves. it isn’t likely, but he entertains the thought as he nears tai’s bedroom door. the sound of his knuckles against the hardwood echoes through the hall, and it makes him grimace for a moment. “yingtai, could i come in?” it’s then that he realizes he doesn’t have a reason to be there, but it’s too late now. “i just wanted to.... ask you something.”

[crudelit]

@siromyel.

this is a scene that’s familiar to sian: bodies, everywhere, with thick smoke shrouding every head as heavy bass pounds against thin drywall and low ceiling. it’s loud, almost unbearably so, and sian’s getting to the point of crossfaded where everything’s just becoming a little too much. he shoves his way through the crowd, waving off acquaintances and flipping off friends before finally emerging from the stifling heat of the house and onto the front porch. there’s a couple getting a little too handsy in the corner, a guy literally drunk off his ass at the bottom of the stairs; classic house party shit. the beat of the music chases him as he stumbles down the stairs and takes a sharp right, through the open mouth of the garage where there’s bound to be far less people.

what he hadn’t expected was for the garage to be completely empty. there are signs of partygoers, beer bottles and cigarette butts littering the concrete floor, but he supposed they’d gotten bored of it and headed back inside. he falls heavily onto a couch pressed up against the far wall, staring up at the ceiling for a long moment before making the mistake of pulling out his phone. his fingers, as clumsy as they are in his current state, find her name easily enough. and when he hits ‘call’ he gets a wave of deja vu that makes him want to vomit.

“juri,” he says, even though he isn’t sure she’s even picked up. “this sucks.”

[chilledspines]

            𝐌𝐎𝐒𝐓  𝐃𝐀𝐘𝐒  ,  𝐇𝐄  𝐅𝐄𝐋𝐓  𝐋𝐈𝐊𝐄  𝐇𝐄  𝐋𝐈𝐕𝐄𝐃  𝐈𝐍  𝐓𝐇𝐄  𝐃𝐈𝐍𝐄𝐑  𝐖𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐇𝐄  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐄𝐃  (  𝐖𝐇𝐈𝐂𝐇  𝐖𝐀𝐒  𝐇𝐎𝐍𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐋𝐘  𝐏𝐑𝐄𝐅𝐄𝐑𝐀𝐁𝐋𝐄  𝐓𝐎  𝐁𝐄𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐒𝐓𝐔𝐂𝐊  𝐈𝐍  𝐇𝐈𝐒  𝐁𝐄𝐀𝐓  𝐔𝐏  𝐂𝐀𝐑  𝐓𝐇𝐀𝐓  𝐃𝐈𝐃𝐍’𝐓  𝐄𝐕𝐄𝐍  𝐇𝐀𝐕𝐄  𝐀  𝐖𝐎𝐑𝐊𝐈𝐍𝐆  𝐑𝐀𝐃𝐈𝐎  )  .  if  any  of  his  co-workers  needed  or  just  wanted  a  day  off  ,  they  knew  joseph  was  the  person  to  come  to  ,  because  he  never  said  no  &  was  always  willing  to  pick  up  more  hours  .  though  his  limbs  ached  regularly  at  the  mere  age  of  nineteen  from  standing  constantly  ,  his  desire  to  finally  be  able  to  afford  a  place  of  his  own  kept  him  going  .  with  the  tips  he  made  from  his  accidental  shy  charms  &  freshly  chiseled  appearance  ,  it  seemed  closer  every  shift  .  the  urge  to  please  customers  ,  both  a  symptom  of  general  over  eagerness  due  to  overbearing  parents  &  a  wish  for  more  money  in  his  pocket  ,  kept  joseph  in  a  flirtatious  stance  ,  despite  not  having  any  idea  how  to  do  so  .  a  certain  customer  always  had  the  power  of  keeping  him  on  his  toes  ,  unable  to  deal  with  the  abundance  of  self-confidence  &  confronting  his  own  paper  thin  SEXUALITY  .  it  was  impossible  to  disguise  the  hint  of  flush  caressing  his  cheekbones  as  he  bought  him  his  regular  order  ,  stalling  to  maybe  talk  to  him  for  a  bit  longer  .  nothing  wrong  with  that  ,  right  ?  ❝  i  feel  like  i’ve  been  seeing  you  here  a  lot  !!!  you  just  a  fan  of  the  pie  or  what  ?  ❞  @siromyel​

[2359krw]

jonghyun spent his entire day baking, on top of that, he had to finish up all the paperwork as well. it was tough handling his own business, but he knew that it would all be worth it in the end. his eyes were heavy, but he still found the energy to drag himself to their house, giving their door a few knocks as he sighed. “i’m exhausted, but i just wanted to see you...” he rubbed at his eyes as his lips tugged into a small frown. – @siromyel​ !