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[thereckoniing]

/  @thedivinepair​

note: we don’t condone rp’ing kids, this is just a flashback thread over the many birthdays in taewon & amira’s friendship.

HE REMEMBERS FEELING SEETHING JEALOUSY. 

the seven year old taewon felt resentment seeing amira stand in the middle with her very large and very pink birthday cake matching her frilly dress. but instead of hating the size of the party or her expensive clothes and gifts, he hated how much her parents loved her. they were standing next to her with the biggest smiles lighting up their faces. you could tell they were proud of her and that she was the most precious thing in the world to them. no one ever looked at him that way. instead of beaming with pride, his “parents” would dodge his desperate eyes.

it hurt his heart so much that he aimed a football at the cake. funny how quick he turned to destruction to fight the darkness inside him. he was too young to know that no kid should feel this way. it surprised him when instead of being scolded, her mother picked him up in her arms as he started to cry. instead of being sent to a room alone, her parents made amira cut her cake with him. it was one of those moments he never forget no matter how many thousands of years passed since then. 

he also remembered how embarrassed his dad... uncle was. 

he was hiding behind a tree in the garden far away from other kids, scared of being yelled at by his aunt when they were home. that was when he saw the frills of her powder pink dress from the corner of his eyes. 

“go away,” he yelled.  

[cchilyoja]

The balcony was overlooking an enclosed private park where currently two dogs had been chasing each other, while their owners talked on the side. The plane ride had been draining, as travelling was not something he enjoyed. It was always for work, and while the money was GOOD, it was hard to enjoy being crammed into an economy seat for over ten hours. 

The iron table in front of him was decorated with interesting patterns, and Jung-hoo couldn’t help but stretch his legs as far as he could, one finger absentmindedly moving against the edge of the table. “ Thank you for the tea, it definitely made me feel better. ”

 The cup was still steaming, he had taken a few sips, and made sure to add a dollop of honey and a bit of lemon to it. The fragrance wafting over with the breeze. He had showered and changed, his feet bare and hair still slightly wet. “ I guess this is as good a time as any, so what do you want me to do? What’s the job? ” 

thedivinepair asked: 🔥 (from whomever you prefer!) / from this MEME: still accepting!

[lem0nsheadz]

                she’s conducting invisible orchestras.  upside down on the park bench, blonde hair falling in waves to match her mussed bangs +  the side to side beat of her white platform shoes.  a lilting singsong of a hum to match her waving pinkies.  “ ♫  the best is yet to come and babe won’t it be fine. the best is yet to come, come the day you’re MINE. ” | ♪

                         🍋      @thedivinepair​   [ starter call ]

[desanguined]

                     TIME  IS  MEANINGLESS.    to  a  being  so  long  lived  he  did  not   care  for  hours  &  days  but  decades  &  eons.   the  world  which  moved  around  him  both  molasses  &  quick lye.   dissolving  anything  which  did  not  stick.  so  the  world  had  moved  on.    from  dragons  &   faerie.   to  technology   &   ' enlightened ‘  reason.    fools.   still  blind  to  the  truth  of  the  world  even  as  their  hands  touch  the  very  heavens  &  witness  the  age  of  stars.   still   some  of  their  ways  had  been  adopted.   the  crimson  robes  traded  for  dark  suits.    a   watch  to  keep  petty  time.   a  cellphone  (  deeply  out  of  date )   which  seemed  to  him  a  plague.

but  the  passing  of  ages  had  not  made  the  creature  any  more  welcoming  to  strangers.    and  though  he  may  now  keep  a  house  ( for  appearance’s  sake )   he  did  not  care  for  uninvited  guests.    especially  ones  so  noisy.

emerging  from   the  caves  his  golden eyes  cast  aloft.   keen  ears  following  the  sounds  of  a  tromping  paths   &   voices  conspiratorial.    a  weary  sigh  purses  liver bruised  lips.  the  hand  which  sets  his  hair  the  same  that  places  the  mask  of  forced  pleasantness  on  his  features.  crossing  the  trees  with  familiar  feet.    “   I   do   hope  you  are  lost.  ”   he   speaks.    voice  droll  but  with  a  smile  of  unseen  humor  as  he  looks  between  the  two   beings.   little  more  than  children  it  seems.   “    because  if  not  then  you  are  most  certainly  trespassing.   ”

                                            @thedivinepair​

[creelsclocks-moved]

               ❝ Sometimes,  I  think  I’m  dead. ❞

@thedivinepair​  |  one-liner  call!

[pararennial-archived]

         When a friend asks for help, you help them. A simple tenet that Roxanne abided by through the course of her young life, and one she won’t forsake regardless of the challenges or obstacles that might continue to hound her every step. And of course, she wouldn’t say “no” to Taiyang... since when could she ever?! Especially, when the situation consists of two otherworldly variables by the names of Amira Shams and August Wang. That is something she simply couldn’t shirk off even if it might throw a huge wrench into the cosmic underpinnings of whatever order the Preternatural Syndicate was trying to maintain. It turns out the task of allowing things to “let live” is far more difficult than they anticipated.

             For all they know they could be the collision point of some world-altering event that is far beyond them, and Taiyang trusted her wisdom and intuition in helping Amira and August. No pressure... none at all... 

             Essentially, Roxanne now has two individuals who could very well rearrange the cosmos at the turn of their wrists, under her charge. Not once did she feel so inclined to believe that she was a mentor of any kind, but her instincts tell her that the pair needed more room to better understand their abilities. And what better way to test their mettle than bringing them along for a mission? They were to set out toward a secluded Cascadian watershed where strange activity was reported to take place, disrupting the lush, esoteric ecosystem they worked so carefully to sustain. Perhaps this was where they could begin...

              As soon as they set foot, Roxanne fidgets at the sensation of something tugging at the fine hairs decorating the nape of her neck. It’s unlike anything she felt before, and it’s more than just goosebumps. Her eyes scan the landscape, roving over swaying deep green textures and earthy tones. Initially, she thought the weird sensation in the air ought to be enough to inform her of what might be in store, but that was until her eyes land on a sapling rocking and swinging around in a pattern not too dissimilar to that of a dowsing rod. The sight of it tugs her lips down into a frown. 

             ❝This is where we start,❞ The godling muses aloud, eyes tracing over the perimeters of the site. ❝Look alive, there are a lot of things out there that would leap at the chance to kill us with the energy we have.❞

@thedivinepair​

[ofgentleresolve-a]

Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

this is just once in a blue moon ( ft. be honest meme w/ @thedivinepair )

8. Name any three things about the rpc that bother you.

a. this might just be a personal preference thing, but i wish ppl were showed a wider range of interest in the kinds of topics they tackle in rp....like, i understand that angst and romance are fun to write but...if that's all a blog writes about, i feel like they lose their potency...comedy is just as difficult, if not even more so to do well and i guess i wish the rpc saw lighthearted topics in threads as just important....maybe that's just me preferring to keep my threads to more lighthearted topics most times tho :/

b. hypocrisy among muns who claim to be all for diversity. i've said it before, but seriously, i don't care anymore how varied your muse roster is racially....what's more important to me is that you're writing said muses with research in mind and with care. the muns who claim outright that they're contributing the diversity of the rpc ( *cough cough* k*rpc ) are full offense, usually the ones who are f*etishizing said characters 🙃

c. just that...i wish ppl were honest about what they wanted out of their rp experience? or just!! better at maintaining their boundaries. like of course ppl might upset when you state your boundaries, but in the long run it's really better for the both of you....bc it establishes first of all that you’re comfortable enough with one another to say no and secondly,if setting boundaries isn’t a ‘you vs. your partner scenario’...it’s more like ‘a you and your partner vs. said situation’....also why would you want to write with someone you’re making uncomfortable/someone who doesn’t want to write with you....i’d just feel guilty in that case.

[thereckoniing]

THE KING & QUEEN —  happy almost birthday, rosie!

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