#uninvitedawn

[minseologs]

Talk about me.

Send “Talk About Me” to overhear a conversation between my muse and someone else (can be a side character, in their canon, or a just random person) about your muse. @uninvitedawn

"I doubt that's his real name though?" Her voice pipes with a curious and mischievous tone. "It will be a first that I meet him but I suppose a friend of a friend is also a friend of mine."

"Now what did I tell you about looking up people's information?" Her caretaker prepares her breakfast, two bowls for the two that occupy a large home. "Why can't you take the natural approach?"

"He looks like he comes from an affluent family too, don't you think?" She lifts up her phone, showing a photograph taken from an online portal she looked herself. He was suited up quite well in it. "Can't find much about him so either he's a serial killer, or he has a fake identity." A theatrical gasp leaves her lips. "--Or both!"

"Dear, not everyone is hiding something," the older woman laughs, wiping her hands between a towel over her shoulder. "You mentioned he knew Wenhan? Why don't you ask him?"

"Because sometimes I scare Wenhan's friends and I'm doing my best not to scare this one too." Her grin falters through the serious note, her eyes look on. "His pretty face and pathetic eyes captivated me somehow..."

[yokijii]

Transit + Ambush

AMBUSH :  for both characters to come under attack by the same enemy.

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TRANSIT :  for one muse to sit next to the other on a public transport.

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Five stops.

Ryangyi sat almost perfectly in the center of the subway, positioned as if she was ready for a photo. Sat up, posture corrected. Her dark hair was tied back casually, a pair of sunglasses resting on the bridge of her small nose. It wasn’t bright enough for them, but no one seemed to take notice. To her right, her seat was empty. To her left, Sen sat alert, his attention locked on the door closest to them. She could feel his tension, and a hand reached out to give his arm a comforting squeeze. His eyes met her own and the two shared a silent nod.

Four stops.

She can still remember the exact moment she realized her and Sen shared a mutual connection outside of their careers. She was a nosy woman, with a tendency to eavesdrop or look over one's shoulder. A familiar name often popped up on his phone and at some point, Ryangyi felt herself grow suspicious of him. It wasn’t until he finally opened up to her one drunken night that they learned of the correlation in their private lives. A common enemy, one set out to target them both. Staying together like this was either extremely smart or extremely stupid. 

Three stops.

Everytime the transit doors opened, she could feel her throat tighten. Sen shifted slightly in his seat and to other passengers it probably looked as if he were just uncomfortable in the non padded benches. But she knew, and she shared the sentiment. They were so close to being far enough from the threat of… what exactly? She knew who they were running from, but not sure the threat that was made to Sen. All she knew was her name was mentioned to him at some point, and he had shown up in a haste, demanding she pack light and leave with him. 

Two stops.

They were almost there, more and more distance being put between them and Seoul with each passing minute, yet Sen’s unease didn’t dissipate. The unease radiating from him only heightened her own anxieties. The knowledge of danger paired with the ignorance of what exactly that danger is wasn’t a good mix, and suddenly Ryangyi could feel her demeanor match her friends. She trusted him, of course. He never gave her a reason not to. I can’t tell you, not here. Let’s go. Few words were spoken in the past several hours since he appeared at her doorstep, but he had left very little room for anything but escape. 

One stop.

Sen looked over at her, and finally, he stood, taking a hold of her wrist to drag her to the door. The pair waited, his grip a little too tight on her. She ignored the discomfort, knowing he wasn’t intentionally trying to hurt her. Her bag was close to her side and she watched as his eyes continued to stay locked on the seam of the two doors in front of them, waiting for the moment it would open. Ryangyi fought the urge to ask him more questions, instead she took a step closer to his side. She didn’t know if their final destination would mark them safe or not, but it was too late to worry about either. For now, she’d let herself be led around. The train car slowed to a stop, and the doors opened. Two things she’d been observing for the past hour, but this time, they seemed to happen much slower. She wanted to look at Sen again, but her gaze was frozen on the unfamiliar scenery of their stop.

Arrived. 

[minseologs]

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I would say when she began writing a will.

Minseo isn't new to the formality of writing wills, infact, she was always part of the family's potential successors and was briefed of things that she needed to work on to prepare her future. Typical heiress mentality.

Once she was actually on the pedestal to take a hold of the family business, it was suggested she needed to write her own. With her assets, it was overwhelming considering she didn't have a closest kin now (it was an easier bet on her son at the time). Thus, feeling the pressure to marry and have a family. Her sister is in prison so she has no competitors unless a known male exists in their line that she doesn't know about. Writing a will with no connected lines were complicated because she wasn't even sure if she wanted it for herself. Most of the names in it are bonds that could be challenged in the eyes of the law.

Nonetheless, there two are picked as the highest of kin. Signed and sealed.

[hellerotica]

“I carry more funerals inside me than memories.”

more funerals than memories. the words linger between them, settling somewhere deep inside of her : the feeling is too familiar to question. a faint smile rises at the corner of her lips, a smile of bitter melancholy perhaps. “and how do you feel about that?” she asks quietly, the cigarette resting between her fingers as the tip glows incandescent and the ashes fall. she brings it back to her mouth, inhales slowly, then lets the smoke leave her in a long breath. “isn’t it familiar enough to become comforting?” the question is for him, but for herself as well. she has carried more funerals than memories too... and there is something unsettling about how little it frightens her to keep on going through that mad cycle of losses. when loss is the only constant, when endings are the only rhythm you know, it becomes difficult to recognize anything else. her gaze lifts to him then, attentive, searching for something in his features. she watches the lines of his face, how his expressions match his words or not, wondering if their stories were built from the same ruins. “sometimes,” she says at last, her voice lower now, almost thoughtful, “i feel like i carry even my own funerals. like i buried myself into the ground a thousand times… and all of those corpses of mine stayed inside of me, rotting.” the cigarette burns slowly between her fingers as she speaks. “yes, they're rotting in there, and every version of me that ended and never really disappeared, i can feel them… with the dirt in their mouths, the maggots devouring what's left of their flesh.” she exhales again. “maybe that’s what we both are now, a cemetery.”

[spoiledsovls]

10-15

unusual headcanon questions.

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10. what’s one useless fact your muse definitely knows?

"did you know that it's impossible to hum while holding your breath?" and then proceeds to show you because it was something she used to do when she didn't want to study anymore.

11. if your muse got isekai’d into a fantasy world, what class would they be?

going the rogue route, i believe she would be an assassin or even a thief. she's a bit sneaky and sometimes has hidden motives, which would justify this choice.

12. which emoji do you think best represents your muse?

🥲

13. what’s a conspiracy theory your muse would totally believe in?

"tasmanian tigers are still around!" and she would list the qualities of different animals that are similar to this animal, wanting people (actually. kind of persuading people) that this animal still exists but they just don't see them.

14. if your muse had a theme park ride, what would it be like?

one. it would be a roller coaster. typical, but this one would have many loops and a really high dive point. basically illegal for it to be constructed since a person should not have to handle all these trials and tribulations in life. so. she would have a ride, but it should not exist.

15. what’s your muse’s go-to karaoke song?

nothing. let's find her one.

[spoiledsovls]

i need to go away for a while.

"i need" prompts.

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"don't we all." she takes a drag from her cigarette, tipping its ashes into the ashtray. a longer sigh fills the air, the mood was somber. it was never ending. the cycle of it all - hyejung had gotten used to it. there were people who were meant to be in your lives for just a chapter, sometimes, even a few pages.

standing in front of her was someone who had stayed many chapters, probably, volumes if she had to really count. her shoulders drooped, head now lying against her arm as the wind brushes through the holes in her shirt. "i don't blame you, nor am i stopping you. but this isn't you running away, is it? i think i'd know enough about that."

[minseologs]

𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥

𝐟𝐨𝐫 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐢 𝐰𝐨𝐮𝐥𝐝: a little assortment of prompts revolving around painful, bottled up affection and endless yearning, as well as the possible result of finally taking action. [ 𝐜𝐫𝐮𝐞𝐥 ] : unable to handle their fondness towards receiver, the sender lashes out and they end up in a heated argument.

Minseo has an apologetic smile, hoping that he didn't mean what he said. That's usually the case, right? Papa said in dire times, you say things you don't mean. After everything's been said and done, she remains calm.

"My son used to ask me for one whenever he's feeling upset. It made him feel better, you know?"

She didn't understand why it had such significance. Minseo had always thought that doing favors to the extreme was a way to a person's trust, and eventually, their ability to like you. In the best cases, one's ability to love her entire existence. But this was only because that is how she gained approval of her family. Always aiming, but never content on her own will.

Meeting Sen may have been a test for her, considering there was nothing on earth that could convince herself that he would be vital for her success and everything in between. Still, he was a friend of a friend. One who must be good enough to be theirs, so it must be the case for her as well. Eventually, she saw as to why he was liked, and she too, grew to like him sincerely and not just another addition to her catalogue of people to seek when the rest aren't available.

It began with short texts to calls, even emails to see if they were free for a chat. Minseo could tell there is a barrier she couldn't cross, and yet, she wanted to push it. The simple 'hello' became invitations to eat somewhere new. Gifts of appreciations grew apparent in her place whenever she wasn't around. The loneliness spoke for itself that she wanted to be someone worth being a friend to. Wanting to earn a place even if she was unsure as to why.

So it was no surprise when Sen grew tired, the initial response was to lash out and then told her sterly to leave him alone. His eyes were fierce that she had never associated with before, it sent a wave of heartache just seeing a familiar stance and hearing similar words from people who disregarded her before.

The pack of banana milk clutched protectively in her arms, finding it hard to swallow the fact that maybe she was just bothersome now. It takes a sharp inhale for her to place it gently on the ground, hoping that he would take at least one.

"I heard it's the best banana milk out there..." she pushes the pack indoors, closer to where he stood. "Don't leave it outside too long, or else it'll spoil."

[minseologs]

RAMSAY

REASONS TO CUP A FACE. ( A PROMPT LIST. )

[RAMSAY]: after the receiver commits a culinary crime, the sender presses two slices of bread against either side of their face, cupping their face to hold the bread in place, and calls them an idiot sandwich. @uninvitedawn

Minseo was unamused, to say the least. Physical touch was something that bothered her, and this condition still stands. Amplified by the crumbs that now had fallen on her shoulders and stuck to strands of her hair, she remains calm as cold hands gently affirmatively displace the ones holding her head still in between the loaves.

"For the record, that scene was from a skit, and it was never from the actual Hell's Kitchen show," she stacks his hands politely, patting away crumbs off of her own. "And what is wrong with peanut butter and bacon? You know, they have candied bacon? That's straight syrup, this doesn't taste that bad-"