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Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music? // Tag someone you love/look up to! // What is an AU you really want to play with your muse? // What’s your RP pet peeve? // What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

⨳ — MUNDAY - @typesave

Do you listen to music when you write? If yes, what kind of music?

Oooh, I actually really do! I do listen to some rock or even metal at times. Actually not something I’m really fan of. Simple OSTs like from movies help a lot too. Two steps from hell, Future World Music, Hans Zimmermann, I love all of them. At times, I also simply listen to music I find fitting for Saeran, like Echo or Again, fancovered by Lollia. 

Lately, I listen rather often to her version of Look What You Made Me Do ( from Taylor Swift ) or to Caleb Hyles’ cover. Hah = u =Often I also simply listen to Disney Music.

Tag someone you love/look up to!

@sweatcr-weather, @mysticgod707, @turnedtohatredornah @revalya, @box-of-muses and you are the people I love.

@sakebobomb, @fantasyimmortal, @momo-coco, @zoecam37 and @yandereshit ( ACCEPT THAT I MENTIONED YOU TWICE, REVY- ), are people I look up to ; u ;

Pretty sure I forgot some now... :’) Sorry to those!

What is an AU you really want to play with your muse?

Oooh, I do have a few AUs I really enjoy!

Royalty!AUAgent!AU with @mysticgod707 College!AU with @sweatcr-weatherChild!AU with @turnedtohatredornahThe AU we got ° 7 °

What’s your RP pet peeve?

I honestly hate it, when people try to tell me, how I should RP my chara. Try to tell me, what I should do, when I didn’t ask them. I’m not here to get commanded around by someone, but to have a good time. Same goes with, when people have to whine around about unnecessary things.

...what I also hate are people, who try to go into a ship directly or who try to RP with me in my IMs and don’t understand, that I’m writing OoC.

‘CAUSE PEOPLE, I MAY RP SAERAN, BUT I’M NOT HIM. LEMME BE SOCKE IN MY IMs.

Then, getting pressured into a ship. I had it so often already... I don’t want it anymore. It always ended up rather shitty... or when people simply won’t leave my muse alone, when I try to ignore them ( what didn’t happen here ).

When people don’t let me ship what I FUCKING WANT and with who I want and HOW I want. Not long ago I had an Anon, who complained about me having a main and I’m just???? It’s my fucking decision.

Getting copied - I had it once and I don’t want it to happen anymore. It even was pretty obvious and it made be paranoid as fuck. They even tried to replace me and I’m just... god... no, not anymore. Please.

Minors trying to smut with me - NO, NO, SIMPLY NO.I had this one time, THEY FUCKING LIED TO ME THAT THEY WOULD BE OVER 18. Later, after the ship sunk, I freaking found out that they are 16. IT MADE ME FEEL FUCKING BAD. I seriously felt like the worst human on earth because, yeah. SO MINORS, DON’T LIE TO US ABOUT BEING OVER 18. IT’S THE WORST.

That was all I think :3

What is something or someone you have always wanted to write with? i.e. a particular plot, a character, etc.

Read here

[im-the-strongest-blog]

@typesave continued from [X]

There. That was the look he’d been looking for - the evidence of sheer fear to appear within that gaze, for this useless girl to finally realise that she could not save him like she so desired. Well, it wasn’t him that she was looking for. No. She was looking for the sweet, pathetic, shell of a boy that dwelled within, her precious little Ray - even though she was unaware of the damage she had caused to him. Useless. She was so pathetic, so stupid. Just why was the Savior wishing to keep her alive? Maybe she could prove to be a little entertaining... maybe. He’d need to see. Need to see if this fear was enough to keep him entertained - to keep her alive. She needed to be useful for something right? And since he’d been the one to take her here - that’d made her his. “Hmm? Who am I?”, his voice came out in a mocking tone as he crossed the room towards the girl, eyes glued on her own, taking note of every little display of emotion that came to pass there. Oh. This was delicious. She was seeking him out. She was looking for her precious little Ray. “Have you gone blind? Who do you think I am?”, he laughed, one hand reaching out and grabbing hold of her wrist, pulling her roughly back towards him, “This is who I really am Princess”.

[honeybxddha-blog]

✂ @typesave liked for a starter !!  

Saeyoung prided himself on his ability to be unpredictable. You know, as the logic goes, become so unpredictable so that you won’t be out predicted. 

And it worked. Most of the time. And this wasn’t one of those times.

His eyes narrowed at the phone screen he held above him as he lay in bed, fingers hovering above the touch screen, his knuckles red from holding the phone above his face for so long. His eyes scanned over the chat messages from this unknown person within the application he had made. Him. The G R E A T 707, hacker of the century !! 

But how ?? For once, he was out predicted by someone out there, and it both fascinated and shocked him. And he was scared. Was this someone he wouldn’t be able to beat ??

His grip gave out, and the phone screen fell flat on his face. Saeyoung didn’t even react, not even a grunt. 

Just a defeated sigh. 

Finally, a small meow ringtone signaled that unknown person coming online. He hummed, sitting up and picking up the phone from his face. Whoever she was, she was in the chatroom alone. He supposed this was a good time to approach her.

[ 707 enters the chatroom ]

707: HELLO !! the GREAT 7-0-7 has returned !! 707: have you eaten today yet ?? i’ve eaten the food of the gods... 707: phd. pepper and honey buddha chips, as always !!

[box-of-muses]

@typesave continued from [x]

He gave the girl a weak smile. It had been a selfish request but given everything to have been on his mind and all the lies to sudden be exposed - right there and then he just needed a little stability in his life. He sighed and walked over, gently pulling her into a warm embrace. Selfish as it was, just having her close and knowing she was safe was enough to calm down his racing mind. “Sorry” he whispered, “I just - thank you”

[box-of-muses]

“i miss the old you. i don’t want the person you’ve become.”

ARGUING STARTERS.

The urge to scream was growing. It felt like a constant struggle to push this girl away. No matter what he said, no matter how much he reminded her of just how dangerous he was - it seemed as though she thought it was some kind of joke. Given his personality within the chatroom, perhaps it was partly his own fault that he wasn’t being taken so seriously. But short of walking out of the apartment, which he couldn’t do right now, he had no idea how else to place space between them. He had no intention of getting through the mess alive. The last thing he needed was to have this extra pressure placed upon his shoulders. Yet - hearing those words yelled in his directions made him freeze - made his chest ache with a pain he’d never quite felt before…what was this? He paused in cutting up the apple he’d been taking his rage out on, grip on the knife tightening, trying to force himself to keep calm, even as he turned to face her. “The old me? THIS is me!”, he slammed the knife down onto the counter, closing the distance between them as his frustration reached boiling point, “The guy in the chatroom? He’s not real. He’s a mask I wear to stop others from worrying about me! If you love him, then you love a ghost. This is me. I’m sorry to disappoint you”. He stayed there a few seconds longer, trying to hide the burning at the back of his eyes before turning and grabbing the slices of fruit, storming out of the kitchen and slamming the door shut behind him. @typesave

[im-the-strongest-blog]

@typesave contained from [X]

Weak. Useless. Airhead. To be crying out in pain at such a little wound like that? Did she not know that he was capable of much worse. She wasn’t even beginning to scratch the surface of what true pain meant. She wasn’t even beginning to hurt as much as he had through all these years. He laughed at her distress, the blade slowly sliding out from against her side. Oh. It hadn’t been too deep. He didn’t want to kill her. Not yet. And not in such a boring manner. No. He simply wanted to hear her cry out. Hear her beg for him to stop. Make her see once and for all that her precious Ray was now dead to the world. “Of course it hurts! Stupid useless toy! Can’t you even entertain me by screaming in pain? Go on! Pray! Pray for your precious Ray to come in and save you” he grinned, “Ahahahaha! Or maybe the redhead? Perhaps he’s your knight in shining armour?” Even just thinking on him made his anger spike, making him walk over and kick the girl hard in the side that hadn’t had the blade inside it only moments before, his foot connecting with the side of her rib cage over and over as flashbacks of his childhood filled his vision, as Narae below him took on the appearance of that devil woman he’d once called mother. Again and again, he kicked at her side until his body was too tired, too weak to keep it up and he knelt over to see to the slash on her side - with every action seeming to be of annoyance to him. “Sit up! Let me just dress this. Ahhahaha! Look at that! You’re going to be scared for life! You’ll never be able to forget me now!”

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A kiss… - @typesave and Savior!Saeran

4. …where it hurts.

A slight frown appeared on his expressions, as he looked at a hand of the female, standing alone with him in the ceremony hall. It was the only one beside his room, where they could talk alone, without getting bothered by a Believer suddenly coming in. They avoided this one… due to reasons.

“You got hurt?“, Saeran commented the plaster on one of her fingers. Slowly standing up from the big chair he sat in, as he walked down the few stairs to reach her.

Not really gentle he took her hand, stared at it for a while with mint colored eyes. Soon, his lips came closer to the covered wound, pressing them slightly against it for a few seconds.

“I got told once, it helps against the pain…“.

[golden-sunshinex-blog]

❝ your elixir has got to be the most disgusting thing i’ve ever been forced to taste. you’re not a very good drink mixer, are you? ❞

Honestly, it should no longer be quite surprising of how rude this girl was. Everything that she had offered in an attempt to keep things at least a little civil between them had been thrown back in her face. This was the reasoning as to why she was now having the girl cleansed, the reason as to why she would make sure that the girl broke before she could cause any more trouble to herself or to Saeran. She’d seen the influence that Narae had over him. Even now - even when he was stronger than he ever had been before, she could still see within his gaze that he wished to protect this weakling of a girl. Narae had failed them. She had failed to bring together a party and since that was the only reason as to why she was still needed - Rika was no longer about to stand aside and allow for this thorn to dig her roots in any deeper. Two believers held onto either one of Narae’s arms, holding her down on her knees as another robed figure forced more of the elixir down the girl’s throat, Rika standing within the doorway of the cold cell, watching the spiteful girl with a sense of morbid curiosity. “This will be over so much quicker if you just gave into it”, she smiled weakly, “Keep fighting if you wish dear. It’ll only hurt you more in the end” @typesave