I wonder... whether or not my message was eaten or if it simply doesn’t matter anymore; if I no longer matter.
i cant tell if this is ooc or ic, but it’s not my intention to ever make someone feel unimportant
is everything okay ??
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Alisa U Zemlji Chuda

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Jules of Nature
One Nice Bug Per Day
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Sweet Seals For You, Always
KIROKAZE
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Three Goblin Art
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@theoutcall
I wonder... whether or not my message was eaten or if it simply doesn’t matter anymore; if I no longer matter.
i cant tell if this is ooc or ic, but it’s not my intention to ever make someone feel unimportant
is everything okay ??
Sleeping With Other People (2015)
@clementide
There are relationship that don’t need to be picked apart until it becomes unrecognizable. These relationships simply thrive off the absence of questions. Minjae never drove Jieun into the corner by demanding to know where they stood. Neither of them ever wanted to know. Neither wanted more than they were.
Sometimes she visits out of the blue. Her arrival is usually announced with a vague text before he hears the knock on his door. Minjae knows she’s upset about something, but he never asks what. It would be like opening the door for her to bolt and he doesn’t want to give her another reason to run.
“You have a freckle below your right eye.”
Minjae squints, observing Jieun’s face. The only light comes from the city outside, and artificial glare washes over her skin with an odd hue. They’re both lying down on his bed, opposite to each other as they point out features they’re already well aware exist. He sighs.
“The background music you chose is really distracting.”
“The bagpipes?” She closes her eyes, exhaling softly. “I thought it would put you right to sleep.”
“Speaking of-- are you going to sleep in my jacket? If you drool on it, it’s yours.”
Jieun looks at him. Minjae immediately recognizes that glance.
“You wouldn’t…” His feigned disgust become genuine. “Ahhh… you would.”
She wraps herself up tighter, pulling at the collar so only her eyes show. He drags the zipper up to her nose and does not bother to decipher the muffled protest underneath fabric. Jieun closes her eyes, hands curled under her head. Minjae drags a blanket up over her shoulders.
“Do you think we love each other?”
Silence invades the space between these two people. Minjae half expects Jieun to flee the room after his question. Either with a half-serious joke or excusing herself to the bathroom and never coming back. Instead, she purses her lips and then wrinkles her nose.
“Romantic love--”
It’s a question she hangs in the air for him to pluck at.
“No, of course not,” he immediately disagrees, making her laugh before he even follows up with, “that’s gross.”
Silence again before she nods once, and then twice. He starts to nod along with her and stops right when she stops.
Jieun watches him thoughtfully.
“What do you want to do about it?”
Minjae shifts so his head rests in the crook of his arm.
“Nothing.”
“Nothing,” Jieun repeats.
The music stops, shuffling automatically. It’s string instrumental this time. The rhythm starts to pull Minjae’s thoughts in another direction as his eyes drift closed. He feels her fingers card through his hair, brushing bangs to the side of his face.
She’s gone in the morning, and he wakes up next to his neatly folded jacket.
@inhyelation
[ txt; mona lisa ] i hit them in the face with my knee during sex. it was a bit of mood killer driving them to the hospital for a broken nose [ txt; mona lisa ] texted the wrong person, but now that ur looking [ txt; mona lisa ] >> address attached [ txt; mona lisa ] you should come if u can [ txt; mona lisa ] I promise nothing illegal is on the agenda. I talked jisoo out of defacing public property this time
Text memes. All of those
[Send “✆” for a MORNING text.
[ ✉ → ⛄️mellow ] are you awake?sent at 6:27:12 a.m.
[ ✉ → ⛄️mellow ] I’m picking you up in 10 [ ✉ → ⛄️mellow ] get dressed or you’ll be facing the world in star wars boxerssent at 6:51:46 a.m.
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Send me a Symbol
✉: For a regular text message from my muse.
♣: Here, have a not so regular (maybe even a dirty one) text message.
✍: For what my muse has written about yours in their diary.
✎: For an unsent letter from my muse (May be AU if you want, just let me know what kind of AU you want).
☎: For a drunk phone call.
☏: How about a voice message from my muse?
♥: The favorites of my muse- can be anything from music to sex positions, you're allowed to specify what you want.
∞: A random headcanon about my muse and yours.
☯: Here, have a hug from my muse.
☮: An argument I think my muse would have with yours.
♪: I've put all of my songs on shuffle- now I have to write a drabble involving our muses with the next song that comes on.
♬: Would you care to dance? My muse has to dance with yours.
♛: My muse is royalty for a day and you are their loyal subject- wait, what? What would my muse's reaction be to this idea?
♚: You are my master- hold on. What if my muse was the loyal subject, how would this go?
✖: Your muse is drowning in the bathtub when mine walks into the bathroom.
☠: Your muse has died, this is how mine reacts.
❂: My muse is clumsy and crashes into yours.
✈: Our muses are on a plane together, by accident or choice. This is what happens.
☢: It's too hot outside, how does my muse suggest our muses cool down?
ϟ: There's a storm going on and our muses are stuck together in a house- how will this go?
☂: It's pouring down and your muse forgot their umbrella, will my muse offer up theirs?
✧: Our muses went to eat out- where?
★: The stars are shining beautifully and my muse wants you to see them.
☾: It's in the middle of the night and my muse had a nightmare about yours- what does my muse do?
☼: The sun is shining bright and your muse got the bright idea of going out, does my muse agree with this?
☄: My muse is lost, luckily there is cellphone reception- does my muse dare to call yours for help?
♤: Our muses are playing a game, which kind and who is winning?
☻: Your muse got sunburnt, my muse didn't- how'd it happen and how'll mine help?
♒: Our muses are at the beach together, by accident or not, and yours was a bit too close to the waves- will my muse laugh or perhaps be helpful?
♦: Your muse asked mine to marry them, what's my muse's reaction?
◊: Your muse comes to mine, crying, how does my muse react?
✘: Scars aren't very pretty- my muse has to show you theirs.
✦: My muse was attacked but yours saved them- how'll my muse ever thank them?
@caerium
It’s winter, and winters in Korea are different than the states. Every time he comes back, he’s wearing a new set of winter gear suited far better to New York’s cold. Tracking his inexperience with friendly foreigners all over the house of someone he met online, no less.
He was raised in a world where his mother preached caution. Constantly breathing down his neck about being careful. Never trust. Never give someone your vulnerability. Never be anything more than what you want people to remember.
It’s funny now considering his entire occupation is meeting strangers and having to predict their every move.
@clementide
on most nights it starts just like this: phone pressed to her ear, tranquility in static connection, random quote echoing past the speaker in place of a standard ‘hey, hi, it’s me.’
it’s half past midnight here; cue the knowing perk of her lips when her phone gives a short buzz, lurks in extended silence as she lets the device illuminate the night-blue wash of her room. four seconds, then five. there’s something about the building anticipation, impending greeting a fluttering whir at the back of her throat.
she swipes across the screen, accepting the call.
“hi to you, too.”
she sits up, kicks back her sheets, laughter like quiet bells that bounce off empty walls. she’s slumping back into a bed of pillows in the next second, lethargic sigh at the tip of her tongue; not quite the thinking man, but close enough. “i’m feeling some type of way about these calls,” lower lip juts out as she mulls over the sequential unfolding of thoughts. “i mean… should you not? only you know what hurts you the most. giving up that kind of control is too much of a risk.” an idle pause here. at least she’s being honest.
“but hey— minjae?” knees to her chest, she curls up against the headboard, loose locks a cascading mess down her pillow, “i’m trying.” she sinks into her mattress, suddenly wishing to think a little less, feel a little more. “i think.. i am.”
like a comma at the end of a phrase, he lingers. here, there, in places she can never quite reach.
“you’d tell me if i was doing a shit job, right?”
he hates cigarettes. hates the smell, the way smoke camps in your mouth and sinks into the tiny cracks of your lungs. it feels almost permanent after one drag, one smoke, and one kiss from a smoker who only felt safe enough to retreat to bad habits with him. he had brushed his teeth five times and scrapped his tongue raw, yet he finds himself still tasting someone else’s cigarette and pausing as if he’d smoked again for the first time in years. but that’s not why his mouth feels so heavy right now. “Shit...” he exhales, resting his head back against the windowsill. eyes are momentarily forgetting he’s not wearing a watch, and he stares down at his wrist dumbly and pulls at the short strands of hair over his forehead. Tugging over and over.. Maybe to just pause them both here, force the moment to go on longer. And-- mentally kick his own ass.
“What time is it for you? Two? One? Ass o’clock?” But still, she makes him laugh that easy, comfortable and breathy laughter. The type of laugh where his shoulders shake and he would’ve shot water through his nose had he taken a drink. They did get along in a way that could never be duplicated or remembered differently. He keeps the phone cradled between his shoulder and neck, watching cars pass below the hotel window. It’s another place that’s familiar and strange all at once. He hums. “What type of way? I only hope to inspire any response at all, even if it is to tell me to shove it and stop reading so much meaningless poetry.” and he’s quiet, because she is. hearing jieun’s voice grow small anchors him in place. the walls fall away and there is no window or world in front of him. her voice nestles inside his ear, and all he can register is the quiet crack of the phone line. “You’re trying,” he encourages, quietly, like talking any louder would break what had formed between them. “You’re trying harder than anyone I know, the only way you know how.” Jieun isn’t so fragile as to need the gentle words, but she needs something. So he offers what he has to give and smiles to himself as he draws small designs into glass. “You know I’d be the first one to tell you if you’re doing a shit job and take away your igloo rights.”
caerium
let's just all admit that he liked nic at some point
﹤ copy this post into a new text post; remove my answers and put in yours. when you are done, tag up to ten people and also tag the person who tagged you. ﹥ tagged by: @clementide and prob someone else but tagging: i dont remember any urls rn i just finished my finals
A - age: 24 B - biggest fear: being forgotten C - current time: 1:39 PM (KST) D - drink you last had: Black tea E - every day starts with: staring up at the ceiling before hearing the alarm go off F - favorite song: I don’t have a favorite, I have a very long playlist that’s been in the works since I was 14 G - ghosts; are they real: Prove that they aren’t I - in love with: you K - killed someone: Now that you mention it L - last time you cried: Don’t remember M - middle name: - N - number of siblings: None. O - one wish: Wish Jieun would talk to me, but you can’t wish progress on others for your own benefit. Have to wait for her, be there for her instead of make her be there with me. P - person you last called/texted: They’d be a bit peeved if I outted them like that and I have some sort of integrity. maybe. Q - questions you are always asked: “do you wear insoles? maybe you should” “why do you look so familiar” “you high right now?” “can I pinch your cheeks” “are you this nice to everyone” “what aren’t you into” “do you do this often” R - reasons to smile: warm afternoons and clear skies, people who you can sit in comfortable silence with, new books, old books, art that comes from your hands, my mixtape S - song last sang: TT by twice. I would say I was drunk, but I was very, very sober T - time you woke up: Six a.m. U - underwear color: Guess, see what happens V - vacation destination: in the mountains, or forest, anywhere that seems less altered, less busy, less noise. X - x-rays you’ve had: Skull, nose Y - your favorite food: doenjang jjigae Z - zodiac sign: aries
“You have loved You were not alone You have braved the weather When the storm cut you to the bone There was always shelter…”
a day out with dean in london
@theoutcall
had feelings for someone whom you can’t have? guilty. / explainz
I hate you for making me explain this