#vepid

[cespires]

"Can we be friends? I would try to be a good friend."

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she stared at the wall and sighed to the man in the painting. among the sounds of people dancing in and out of the room, she found herself trapped in a seat with no one beside her. her hands felt heavy in her lap, eyes downcast as she found no interest in the painting of a man holding a child in his arms. there was love in his eyes, or so the plaque had told her, but she found nothing of love in the entirety of each brush stroke and swirl."Don't like the painting?" it was easy to look up when she heard a dove calling out to her. she saw it then, a smile brighter than the lights hanging from the ceiling. he held out his hand to her, beckoned her to hold onto him. "Come on, I'll show you something better than this." she reached for his hand, felt the warmth of it bring the light in her eyes back to a kindled flame. he spoke the entire way, hand never leaving hers, as he pointed how out of place she was in that room. "I think you'd like this one better." he glanced back at her, easing her to smile with him with a nudge to her arm. she didn't though, but instead looked forward until they stopped in front of a painting she'd never seen before in her life. this was never in the art books she read when she had nothing else to read. she hadn't even heard the name of the painting nor its creator. but she figured it never mattered anyway. "It suits you, don't you think?""What makes you think it does?" She asked, eyes never looking away from the brilliant green swirls of a field with splotches of yellow intertwined in it. he gave her hand one last squeeze before letting go, crossing his arms and tilting his head to the side. "I think if any color suited you, it would be green. Not the drab colors from that painting before." it was strange to be understood by a man who hardly knew her. it was strange that suddenly she could feel the love so evidently in this painting that she couldn't see in the other. "I always thought green wasn't my color, but I guess I was wrong." unassumingly and reassuringly, she smiled at him. it hadn't gone unnoticed by him even if his eyes were still on the painting. he laughed then, shoulders trembling and eyes brighter than the lights hanging from the ceiling. When he stopped, he looked at her with a nervous smile."Can we be friends? I would try to be a good friend."She smiled. "Yeah, can I?" He grinned. "Yeah."

[invained]

@vepid

[ SMS: jack ] hey [ SMS: jack ] did you know that dolphins can’t breathe underwater?

[calier-blog1]

vepid replied to your post: ♡ + thunderstorms

this is gorgeous n IM gonna be the storm u encounter if u dont shut

kinky ;----)

srsly tho, thanks babe ;u; <3

[inhyelation]

2, 3, 5. no ship. just the prompt. i want a hyeri self para thank u

things you said through your teeth, things you said too quietly, things you didn’t say at all @vepid

one. a lesson in wanderlust: they meet at opposite ends of a bridge like a fairytale. a restless girl and an impossible boy, her fingers like falling stars down his spine, his like a tangled net in her hair.

she thinks: getting lost in a faceless amsterdam crowd, him stitching their fingers together, this candy apple sweetness, la douleur exquise.

there is no method to this madness.

two. where does the moonlight go once dawn splits the sky in half?

three. it’s monsoon season and the rain pelts against the glass like a million knocks tunneling through the window. where does it hurt? here, he says, takes her hand and presses it to the hollow of his throat. here, her fingers soft against the bridge of his nose. here, in the subtle dip of his cupid’s bow. she sighs, leans her head in, holds his tongue between her lips, and waits for the rain to pass.

four. there’s a fading scar on his knee the size of a peach pit, from that one time he fell off his bike. he was five. clumsy clumsy, she says. laughs and traces it for the third time that night. hints of her strawberry popsicle still nip at her fingers. he presses them to his lips, and her heart stumbles at the heat of his open mouth against her shoulder. there’s one of her hickeys on his neck, from that one time in the back of his car. he was twenty-one. clumsy or stupid? she asks.

sometimes she feels like she can’t tell the difference.

five. it’s raining again, but all i imagine is a sunlit sky full of clouds. maybe i’m still champagne-drunk in a fever dream. all i remember is the inside of your mouth.

six. shh. close your eyes and focus on my voice. are you closing them? good, good. now imagine your happy place. shh.. can you see it?

…can you see it?

[petalurn]

( @vepid where do i even tag you wtf anw Transformers au! )

she smells like oil. she always smells like oil. always got in on her, around her, staining and marking. pretty faces no longer matter in this world. everyone’s either stained or kissed.

hyejin likes to think she’s been kissed. even if people say it’s by the devil themselves.

“he won’t hurt you.”

she’s not sure who she’s talking to. the twenty-foot sack of machinery, crouched down by her side, or the six foot human in front of them. he keeps wandering around here, getting lost in the stars, watching like he’s from it, and not like he’s afraid. these days everyone’s afraid. they get jelly in their knees when they think about what’s fallen, what’s to come. this kid, mikoto, looks like he’s flying when he thinks of it. reaching.

hyejin doesn’t reach, and somehow things always fall into her lap.

like brightstripe. he fell into her backyard the day they came. saved her after she saved him. 

she’s been working with cars since she was a teen, so imagine her joy when a giant one falls into her lap. he’s all black, with yellow parts that turn into a big stripe when he’s a Lamborghini. it’s pretty cool but, no one cares about how cool it looks anymore. neither does he. they are forsaken and the only novelty in them now is a spear through a rusted head. a sign of hatred.

they know this and live in this world.

she tells him to go and he won’t.

“seriously he’s a good guy.”

hyejin’s talking to him, mikoto but she’s talking to brightstripe too. convincing, smiling. the two things they need a lot of in this world. the humans raided them all, ripped apart, wore down and drove them out. she remembers. but they, they did the same. tor humans apart, burned and broke them. they both broke the world and here she is trying to bridge it.

“brightstripe, mikoto, mikoto, brightstripe.”

“why does he watch the stars?” brightstripe’s voice is, rough, gruff, but always gentle in the night. like a whisper when he speaks to hyejin. he’s always been a quite comfort since the day he fell to her backyard. since the day the world changed. he’s always been by her side, much like how he stands by, hyejin’s feet kicking over the rusty top of the roof. “ask him.” “human.” “you call hyejin by her name why am I human?”

mikoto has become another comfort. a bright reminder of the good that’s left, of the laughter that hasn’t yet run out. she’s smiling and she hears brightstripe’s eyes roll before she sees them. she’s watching mikoto as he watches the sky. wondering, maybe even wishing.

“why do you watch the stars like that?” “like what?” “like you’re not afraid.” “brightstripe-------.”

hyejin knows she should face reality sooner or later. or rather she knows she should face reality all the time instead of in pockets of the day. hyejin knows the truth of the hell they’ve entered, endured, earned. she knows. she’d just rather spend her nights doing different things. some nights brightstripe apologizes, some nights she does.

i’m sorry for us, for them. is what it sounds like.

“I’m not afraid.” “why not?” “hell rained on us that day, but the sky isn’t full of hell you know? heaven came too.”

thank you. is what it sounds like on other nights. like now when she’s smiling at mikoto, when he shushes brightstripe into acceptance.

“you are strange human.” “isn’t he.”

hyejin understands the situation they’re in. as much as she understands the dirt ridden rag around her neck, as much as she understands the trailer and junkyard that’s become their home. as much as she understands life can end the next night, she could lose both lights as quickly as she’s gained them. she understands and yet she clings to both of them.

so she smiles, watches the stars and remembers. she’s done wishing but she thinks she can continue living.

[adamonite]

calcite, dolomite, and adamonite.

calcite : my muse’s social tendencies (introverted vs extroverted, parties vs one-on-one conversations, etc.)

he’s an introvert that knows how to properly utilize an ‘extrovertedness’ that doesn’t truly exist. especially with his occupation it requires more reaching out than he’d prefer but if it’s to benefit the name then yes, a one-on-one conversation is very much worth his time. parties tire him out quickly, so he tries to avoid them at all costs which is why he enjoys going out of the country. it’s a perfect excuse to say NO! NEVER! but of course he will attend if it’s for a friend. he fares fine with groups of about 3 with exceptions being talks or project meetings with other fellow entrepreneurs in the business. he does what he can socially to make it work, not to please himself. 

dolomite : a sleep headcanon

he’s a night owl. in bed, he sleeps on his stomach with his arms up on either side of his head as if he’s playing a water polo goalie. he does tend to suffer from minor cases of sleep paralysis because of his poor sleeping patterns, but it only truly scares him when his eyes are open because looking into the dark causes him to see things or faces that aren’t really there. he usually falls asleep reading. 

adamonite : ADAMANTIUM!! (i spent like 5 min looking for this... but no..; u ; )

adamantium is one of the most durable alloys known to the marvel universe. (it’s what kills wolverine... even though it makes him special rip..)  i wanted it for my url because at least in the human world, diamond is known to be quite strong and although alec right now isn’t that tough and he’s still struggling, i want him to become someone that is as indestructible as adamantium. not just physically, but emotionally as well.

[calier-blog1]

how come u have my face but r cuter than me who allowed this

bih what u mean ur cuter

fight me (๑و•̀ω•́)و

[invained]

"#cue brief montage of baekhyun dancing in his underwear#on a saturday night#singing into a wooden spoon" cue jack on the side with him with a metal fork while juwon is recording it all for blackmail somewhere

#broship

juwon’s gotta let loose at some point, he can’t be Dark and Brooding in the corner with baekjack singing obnoxiously while baking cookies