the_trickster

oc. lit. nsfw.

[boykeats]

[thusvitaest]

pullstrings:

Jungah had a good memory. It was one of the multitude of things she prided herself on. The idea of having forgotten that she didn’t have to follow through with a favor for someone (something she’d never forget) was embarrassing. Could she have been wrong? Could she have messed up?

Or, could her friend have been the one to make the mistake?

Probably.

(Definitely.)

It was entirely possible that her friend, being as flighty as she was, would tell two people to take care of the cat having forgotten that she had asked someone already. Really, if Jungah thought about it in a situation where she wasn’t holding a knife to a naked man who smelled like alcohol, she’d realize the cat had been quite well fed lately and wasn’t running to get a bite to eat as soon as she refilled the dish. But, alas, she didn’t have the time for that.

She steadied her breathing, feeling stressed from both him nearly drowning (she didn’t have to save him, but she did. he better make it worth it.) and having to figure out who he was. He was speaking nonsense, either because he was still recovering or maybe he was that bad at thinking on the spot. A patient person would go with someone nearly drowning should be given some time to gather themselves, but unfortunately for him, Jungah was not a patient person. Instead, she chalked this all up to him being incompetent even though the only thing she had to go off his character is that he let himself nearly drown in a bathtub.

The way he was speaking gibberish didn’t help her think any different of him. He was suspicious. Not that she was any better in that regard. Technically, she was a criminal, but he didn’t need to know that little detail.

“My girl?” She raised an eyebrow as she inspected his face. It read panic and some slight confusion. He didn’t seem to be deceitful, just based off his eyes alone, but she wanted to be sure. She raised her knife just a bit, the two-sided blade not touching his skin just yet (if he wasn’t anything but a freeloader, cutting him wouldn’t look good for her), and inspected his face before speaking slowly.

“You’re doing my friend a favor by using her bathtub?” And how could he be sure that it was her friend? Her eyes narrowed, eyebrows furrowed together as she spoke slowly. “What’s the cat’s name?” He could have seen her friend’s name by any number of things in the apartment, but the cat, that was a different story.

from the drowning, he was already regretting his agreement to the deal but learning that he had to handle something, rather someone else other than the cat made the disappointment grow tenfold. not only was it a stranger, she also had a knife and if his eyesight wasn't betraying him, he perceived her raising it at him. "hey now... no need... not going to hurt you." fingers pushed its tip away cautiously. after all, it was her bearing arms between them.

at this point, he had started to calm down. there was her weapon out of the way for starters. however, soon after, the alarm came from being asked multiple questions. "yeah... your girl. your friend. whoever the hell she is to you, i don't know? she didn't tell me about you." finally, the first coherent speech he could muster, although it showed he wasn't having it with the interrogation within the stubbornness of his tone. 

as for the cat, "the cat's name is mo- moru..." he paused, sighing in a mix of trying to catch his breath and being frustrated about the questions. he had as much of the right to ask her the same ones, though in the meantime, he left it as it is, disregarding the rest of her questions. "can't tell you. you could be the burglar. i could be asking you, too."

he wasn't processing much of the conversation, and whatever came out of his mouth wasn't entirely from a conscious mind either. but it was clear to him that the female was wary of his presence, as she should but so should he. he was naked, with a knife at him just a second ago, and a strange female he wasn't warned of witnessing all of him in his bareness; which was something he would have only hoped for one girl to have the pleasure of seeing. 

"thanks, though." he sighed, once again, hoping that simple gesture could at least be a consolation to the mishap, for both him and her. for him, to get her off his back. for her, so she wouldn't worry whether her life was in danger. "for saving me." he rises from the tub, hands cupped at his privates as he motioned for her to turn around.

[thusvitaest]

music tag.

YOU CAN TELL A LOT ABOUT A PERSON BY THE MUSIC THEY LISTEN TO. PUT YOUR MP3 PLAYER, ITUNES, SPOTIFY, ETC. ON SHUFFLE AND LIST THE FIRST 10 SONGS AND THEN TAG 10 PEOPLE, NO SKIPPING! 

labi siffre - i got the...

jamiroquai - virtual insanity

linkin park - iridescent

cornelius - sometime / someplace

fantastic plastic machine - l'aventure fantastique

cibo matto - sugar water

toto - africa

ronnie foster - mystic brew

paramore - hard times

honne - warm on a cold night

tagged by @chaeanne tagging @hyeshire @souliere @sojohnni @jaeneral @indaebum @iceur @vonliber

[thusvitaest]

@tansaekhwa

i am thou, thou art i. thou has acquired a new vow. it shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

throughout his walk was the never ending lights of the city against a bluish charcoal sky. he browsed on his phone, noticing once again the eerily annoying eye logo in black and blood red glaring back at him from the screen. the path would become the deepest brown and the moonlight would bleach the cement within it until a figure caught a spot in akio's line of view, distracting him from inspecting the application that seemed to be appearing on his phone constantly even after being deleted countless of times. 

he simply observed in the meantime before finding himself creepy for staring from the close distance. it wasn't a situation that triggered a fight of flight response but something along the lines; something about being at a crossroads, choosing between whether to approach or say i'll just leave him be. but this man, who seemed to be around the same age, seemed wholly concerned over the building upfront and akio was out walking because he was bored in the first place. why not go for the former?

who knew a tap on a stranger’s shoulder would lead to flipping through pages of an open book? even though he was prepared to hear a vent or two, he hadn’t expected getting his ear talked right off. words rang against his ear again and again, hitting his drums subtly until the big picture started registering. 

stealing art? is that what he was saying? “sounds like straight up extortion.” he protested in a dry, laconic manner after the string of stories shared to him and though all the talking made him feel mentally exhausted, he couldn’t brush off the problematic bits of his account. “hey, what’s the name of that guy again?” he asked, despite never being told the tyrant’s name beforehand.

[thusvitaest]

hyeshire:

it was no secret that jihye loved children. in fact, her affinity was so immense that such a simple statement couldn’t even come close to fully conveying how much she adored them. thanks to her occupation, interactions with kids were frequent and came naturally. though they weren’t always joyous ones (which may be no surprise considering they took place in the setting of a hospital), she maintained a positive attitude and did her best to keep the smiles she loved so much on their faces. 

such was why babysitting for a few days did not initially seem to be much of a big deal. she wasn’t naive enough to think it would be easy, but firmly believed that it wouldn’t be too difficult with the help of akio and her own experience. unfortunately, it didn’t take long for her to realize that she was wrong. even without their neighbors’ disturbances, the task of putting the baby to sleep wouldn’t have been a simple one; they just added fuel to the fire. her reaction to the cry was almost automatic, a quiet whine leaving her own lips as half-lidded eyes guided her to the crib. 

the sound of her roommate’s entrance shortly after causes the quiet stream of lullabies to come to a halt, gaze shifting up to meet his sleepy one. his antics ended up allowing her to finally crack a smile as they always would, but she didn’t want him to leave. “you can help, you know. are you sure you can even go back to sleep?” although she couldn’t bring herself to verbalize it bluntly, her implications were obvious. as a result, embarrassment manifests in the form of warmth spreading across her cheeks, eyes tearing away from his to meet the baby’s again. perhaps staying in the same room wasn’t the best idea. “can you grab his pacifier? i’ll leave you alone afterwards.”

she wasn’t wrong to assert that it would have been impossible to sleep considering the circumstances; disturbed by both the baby’s crying and the noises seeping through the walls that’ll haunt him for the rest of the night, plus the sight of jihye’s motherly side. for a while now, despite all attempts of denying the fact, she had been the apple of his eye. the very instance had him leaping for joy albeit the muscles of his face refusing to express this emotion outwardly. 

he did as he was told, looking around for the pacifier with a subtle smile on his face that he tried to hide. achieving the deed was far out of reach as it hasn’t completely settled in his brain. all it has been occupied with was the melodies that came out of jihye, from the lullabies sung only from a moment ago. actually finding where it had been placed, however, was easy the moment it sunk in. back on his composure, he turned to face her once again, handing the pacifier. just as he was told. he didn’t let go right away, only because it meant she would leave him alone after.

the stubborn grip loosened upon the realization. whatever she thought of that moment, he would have to clear up then. “i’ll stick around. i’ll die if i go back into that room. it’s cursed at this time of the night.” he exaggerated in his signature monotonous tone.

silence permeates the atmosphere within the gap of his remark and the next one, where he commends her for her skill. a simple “you’re good at this.” as he stepped closer, with hands tucked into the pockets of his blue bear-patterned pajamas. “is this a nurse thing?”

[tansaekhwa]

[thusvitaest]

tansaekhwa:

[  I AM THOU, THOU ART I  ]

                        강예준                          1994

                         •  •  •

[asianmovie]

[thusvitaest]

[thusvitaest]

five fundamental clusters.

ㅡ of personality traits in contemporary psychology. ( original post )

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : likes new things ★★★★★★★★★☆ : likes novel settings ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : intellectual/ideas/imaginative ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : enjoys art/culture/adventure

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : self-disciplined ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆ : hard-working ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : prepared/dutiful ★★★★★★★★★★ : aims to over-achieve

EXTRAVERSION

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : outgoing ★★★★★★★★★★ : risk-taking ★★★★★★★★★☆ : excitement-seeking ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : physically adventurous

AGREEABLENESS

★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : trusting ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : compassionate ★★★★★★★★☆☆ : empathetic ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆ : enjoys company

NEUROTICISM

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆ : angry ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : depressed ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆ : anxiety ★★★★★★★☆☆☆ : emotionally stable

tagged by: @remmues tagging: @hyeshire @tansaekhwa @jaeneral @kntmjen @pullstrings @ksung @iceur (no idea who’s done this. ignore if you have)

[kntmjen]

⸢ + akio ⸥

[thusvitaest]

kntmjen:

⸢ 🌴 ⸥

she did not mean to impose upon akio. he needed his space from her and ample time for the wounds she’d inflicted upon him to scab over and heal but she was selfish. she always had been. it was a character flaw that became a descriptive word for the young, lost hawaiian girl and, unfortunately, it was one that would remain a defining characteristic of who she was. she was a girl with far too much baggage and soul filled with remorse towards the pain she inflicted upon others but she was like an addict. everything she touched, everything she tried to make right and ride the tide and true path crumbled beneath her fingertips because at the end of the day, girls like jennie could only ever be defined as one thing.

toxic.

no reason could excuse the pain she had caused him in such a time of need but her will was weak and had she the gusto to fully face herself, she’d recognize that one way or another things were bound to end the way they did. because it was who she was. because everything was too good to be true. whenever she took two steps forward, she had to take at least five steps backwards. she’d beat herself up for it and she’d vow to never make the same mistakes but she was a wretched creature of habit and realistically it was only a matter of time with her each and every time.

the phone rang… and rang… and rang…

the emotions that had bubbled up within her to evoke the tears that streamed down her face stormed through her and the regret that she kept locked away so deep within herself beneath cemented walls cracked and for a moment her tears felt real. she felt the weight of her self-inflicted consequences just as she had all those years ago when she had first met him and her shoulders trembled. for a moment in time, her facade had shattered and she was completely vulnerable. the burst of emotion was fitting. he was one of the few she could count on one hand that had seen her that way so it was only right that the thought of him exiting her life for good struck her so harshly.

but then he picked up.

she had almost missed it between the soft sobs she had reduced herself to but his voice called to her from the depths of her mind. surprise hit first and she was stunned to say the least. the silence was pregnant. had she heard him? there was no ringing and no voicemail telling her to leave a message. her body had stilled and she sat upright, teary eyes searching the air in front of her as she spoke softly into the receiver with a gently trembling voice. “akio?” her hand pressed to her nose to ward off a dripping crocodile tear. “are you there?”

she wanted to be a better person. she really did. but with him right there on the other line she frantically searched for plausible reason for him to leave his home and invite her back into his life. words spilled from her lips between soft sobs. “if you’re listening… i really need you right now. please. everything is falling apart and i can’t take it anymore…” because she knew he knew how she got under extreme pressure. the crippling emotional debilitation that left her in need of help and a caring soul more than any other time. “please… i don’t know who else to call.”

she was one of the very few loved ones who had foreign tongues able to say his name with ease, not flinching at the thought that it might be weird. she didn’t mask it. she called him as he preferred. it seemed to have stayed the same. the thought of it was endearing. if there had been a pause after her mention of his name, a smile would have effortlessly emerged. one that was crooked and, in some way, a bit more of a scoff within a lopsided grin more than an actual soft smile. the kind of smile that says ‘of course, as expected’. but instead what transmits through the feedback was something else that shouldn’t warrant such a reaction from him.

like any other person, akio has walls built up to make him stronger than he actually is. but whenever tears were involved: it’s over, it just collapses. it was then at that moment. brick by brick, it came tumbling down. he wanted to reassure her that he was there but he was left dumbfounded by the familiar yet estranged tone. he could feel the atmosphere as if he was there in front of her at present, proximity only by a few inches, as if she was sat next to him, mouth right at his ear. it doesn’t take an empathetic person to pick up the initiative and run to wherever she was and she didn’t have to ask him. he had the idea in his head. though he had second thoughts of entertaining the call in the first place, it comes to a standstill. her reentry into his life, actually welcoming her back, the possible consequences of letting the deed be done; all those were pushed aside by the intention of arriving to aid her.

“i hear you.” his succinct and considerably dry response could have suggested his lack of interest despite the forethought of helping her out, for old time’s sake. but there were no room for questions, no pertinent reason as to why he should have known what was encompassed within 'everything' when she said it was falling apart, not any kind of judgment when she said 'i can't take it anymore' wouldn't have been necessary. at least for that time, she had been absolved from his hidden resentment when any other time he would have hounded her for taking him for granted, for being unfaithful to him. any other time, he would have been proving that if things had turned out otherwise, she wouldn't have needed to say 'i don't know who else to call' because it would have just been him and she would know that. she would know that he wouldn't mind.

on the surface, it was all a bunch of ‘would haves’ but in reality, much of it were verbose. no one deserved such a punishment for not worshipping someone. in fact, other than deities, no one human being should be worshipped in the first place. it was earthly foolish of her to wish for it in the first place. the angel had fallen in her own volition.

a defeated sigh leaves his lips, balked at the thought of it all, before the words could come out. “just hang on. i’ll call you back. i’ll be there.” and without fail, his feet kissed the land. in a moment’s notice, he arrives with his heart safely tucked into his sleeve. “what’s wrong?” a pretty standard response, he thought. but by reflex his hand reached for her face. his forefinger gently wiped away the smidge of makeup-stained tear on her cheek, then the pad of his thumb caressed the spot as he tried to peek down and get a good look at her. “what happened, huh?”

[thusvitaest]

tansaekhwa:

I AM THOU, THOU ART I… SUMMONING CONFIDANTS THUSVITAEST & HYESHIRE!

Yesterday’s conversations would not remove themselves from Yejun’s head as he walked along the pathways that led him through Yonsei University’s campus. He had been correct in hearing what he had yesterday evening, right? Whoever that man was talking about–no, whoever that couple was talking about, actually–Yejun could not deny the name that left the male stranger’s lips. Perhaps the name was common ( Yejun wanted to give himself the benefit of the doubt ), but the small fact that the word “professor” and “Choi Sukwon” happened to be in the same sentence as they spoke? There was no way it could all be a coincidence. And the smaller fact, too, that Yejun heard the mentions of Yonsei.. it was all definitely not a coincidence. What other professor named Choi Sukwon taught at Yonsei?

And so, that was why Yejun was walking along Yonsei’s campus in search of the couple ( they were a couple, right? ). He had a strong desire now, to talk with the strangers about this professor after eavesdropping on their conversation. Yejun only knew who the professor was because of a close friend–a close friend who had been missing for several days. Yejun couldn’t erase what his friend had said before disappearing either; the professor was weird, they claimed. Spent a little too much time in the lab.. looking at dead bodies. Touching and cutting them a little too much. Were there actual meaning to these statements now that those two strangers had been talking about similar topics? Had Yejun failed to see the warning signs his friend was trying to drop?

Walking to a building’s entrance, Yejun let out a small sigh and opened the door. He prayed now that the persons he was looking for were there.. but a lap around the first floor, however, said otherwise. Dejected, Yejun made his way back to the front entrance. How much longer would he have to search? Would he have to come back? Perhaps. The day was going to get long soon enough. Stepping out to the left and back on to the path, Yejun sighed once more and shoved his hands in to his pants pocket. He stole a glance to his right, only then to see a somewhat familiar face. Was that–? He couldn’t tell from this distance, but by god, if that was who he was looking for.. Quickly and with hurried steps, Yejun spun on his heel to start approaching the figure in the distance. He removed a hand from the pocket from his pants to wave it almost erratically in the air, calling out as well as he closed the distance between them. “Excuse me–! You there! I have something to tell you, please!” 

none of his speculations seemed to have reached jihye. she was too stubborn about it and it was somehow uncharacteristic. impatience had gotten the best of akio and he wound up withdrawing like a wimp. that night, the house was drenched in silence and nothing could have fixed it. in his head, that is. not that he tried to do anything at all nor entertained any idea that could have worked. it keeps him up, pondering on and on about what he could do on his own. such thoughts would be replaced by the desire to try and persuade jihye once again, but he is the one that's truly stubborn. he just won't admit it. he would rather lie wry until the break of dawn, moping and brooding instead of reaching out to her when he had only ever tried once.

morning comes and the world doesn't stop for him. it would only be wishful thinking to hope that it ever will. somehow he hopes he wouldn't have to bump into her at the university, as he normally would whenever he would pass by the severance hospital—which in reality was something he had done intentionally at first, only it has turned into a habit. that thought takes him away from the class discussion, the ones that he usually paid attention to for the most part. it's the first time he questions why he had to learn it, all of these. he was a politicial science major but he was on a physics course. why was that again?

the teacher was droning on about atoms, nucleus this, electron that, then a question directed right at him. he raised his red laced eyeballs from the letters flying around on his notes to look at the bespectacled man in the tweedy suit. "tut tut, no studying, mr. song?" study? where? he hadn't even been able to get a wink of sleep. no one could possibly do so when burdened by worries that the one person he expected to understand and solve with couldn't even take into consideration.

his fingers curled tightly around his pen. he could to see the man's neck snapping in his mind and it felt good. he could feel his fist smashing into his nose, splattering red blood on the dirty walls. what an improvement that would be. but instead he just replied as if his jaw were wired shut. "no, sir." and he could see the disappointment in his eyes. akio could do so much better than this, but he couldn't care less, what with all the murderous intent boiling up inside of him. 

the class ends and he leaves the room lacking genuine levity, lackadaisical steps dragging across the concrete through the entire journey to another building where one of his actual relevant classes were held until his line of sight falls on a ray that blinds him. it was her. of course, it was her. and as if he wasn't struck enough by her sudden appearance, some unfamiliar character comes running towards him in such an odd fashion.

what is this now?

eyebrows furrow in confusion. he wanted to casually walk away, or maybe even jog so this person couldn't catch up but his legs doesn't let him. frozen in his spot, he glances at jihye with the brown of his eyes a little glossy, as if signalling an s.o.s. but there they were and he wasn't vile enough to shoo this guy away. "y-yeah...? what is it?" he first asks with a timid tone which then turn into a firm one when he asks, "are we supposed to know each other?"

[kntmjen]

⸢ + akio ⸥

[thusvitaest]

kntmjen:

⸢ 🌴 ⸥

the summery nights of seoul were serene for the city to have such a bustling nightlife. almost too serene. every night since her world had slowed and the glitz and glamour had been stripped from her albeit temporarily, jennie found that the nights that passed by in blurs accompanied with champagne glasses and ambient chatter now seemed to drag longer and longer by every minute, every second, every millisecond. her bed was no longer a place of comfort to be encapsulated by the cottony embrace but rather an off white strait jacket seeking to pin her aimlessly to the mattress to watch the night sky loom over her empty apartment.

in times like these, jennie began to think.

she thought about the life she had before modeling. she had spent so long picking up the pieces only for her to start picking away at them one by one once again with the same mistakes. she was self-destructive but she couldn’t help it. she lie awake time after time wishing to go back to how things once were when she was happiest. leaving maui was hard but the life she had built in seoul had become her foundation and he was the cement that had kept it together. or at least he was.

how could she come back from the act she had committed? how could she mend a bridge she was sure to have left burnt and in ashes in the wake of her destructive selfishness? the soft breeze whisked soft brown tresses around her with a lazy zephyr and conflicted brown hues gazed silently upon the dimmed cell phone she cradled delicately between her palms in her lap. she’d come this far… his apartment wasn’t far off. she’d done a simple yet flattering natural makeup look and wore a light floral romper that she’d just bought. she went through all of this trouble just to be able to speak to him but would he even come out?

she’d make him.

she would explain later, she justified silently to herself. the pressure that built behind her eyes was solely self-inflicted and they reddened as her tear ducts filled with the physical personification of sorrow. the process only took several short moments but the guilt was immediate. to trick him like this… her head shook the thought from her mind and the back of her hand pressed to the tip of her nose with a soft sniffle. she had to call him now. before she lost the strength. quickly her fingertips dialed his number and as her lashes grew heavy with tears that streamed down her face, her heart raced a mile a minute inside of her chest.

just to be able to hear his voice after all these years…

some things are just too good to be true. for akio, one of those involved jennie. a girl who left the island for a clean slate within the metropolis that he himself was new to. you could say he was the blind man leading another blind. so go figure; such circumstances resulted to him developing a scar, that of which he thought to have faded after all these years. but the ghost of the past keeps coming back, as it’ll always be so. this was just a small reminder for him, fate letting him know that no matter how much he scatters pieces of him, they will gather and cling back onto him. all attempts of forgetting prove to have been for naught.

with the revelation of what his father had done and the truth to his purpose for the world’s reform surfacing, jennie’s reappearance was merely the icing to the cake. the cherry decor to top it all off was her insistence to reconnect. they come constantly in the form of messages, contents reading her intentions with each of them rendering him helpless. the oddity in it was that he knew better now. he knew better and that was for sure. yet he seemed to lack the faculty of putting to good use this knowledge and experience he has banked on his years. not with her, not with such a beguiling character. she was the devil disguised as an angel. or perhaps a fallen angel, and every one of their kind possessed this defining trait that had a pull on him.

he had been convinced that his taste in women simply is terrible. they fell on two categories and only two: either they were too detached or they needed too much of him. none of them seemed to have recognized that he sits in the middle. negligence for this fact of him subjugated his all too good of a relationship with jennie into shambles. it was too grave and too late to have been salvaged. after all, ties were established from the broken hearts that needed mending. from the beginning, all signs pointed to no. whatever they had, how comely their link seemed to have been, it was bound to crash and burn.

akio had waited up to the last few rings before he decided to finally answer the call. he hadn’t thought him entertaining her efforts on coming back to his life would reach to this period. not the calls. no, he dreaded the calls.

“hello?” he initially says, confusion sending through the mouthpiece of his phone. and he leaves it at that, worried anything he says could translate into something different. worried that he might be feeding into her impulses and giving her false hope. she might have hurt him in the past but he was far from vindictive. all he wanted was peace, and to actually leave it all behind him as he thinks it should be. when push comes to shove, it is called the past.

sic vita est.

[thusvitaest]

if i were.

tagged by: @kiddaeng @flowereum @aljaebraic tagging: @venateus @sipji @jennieya @nematai @hyeshire @softedged @tansaekhwa @souliere @baudellare @geeuns

if i were a month, i’d be march. if i were a planet, i’d be jupiter. if i were a mythological figure, i’d be odysseus/ulysses. if i were an animal, i’d be a dog. if i were a piece of furniture, i’d be a rocking chair. if i were a gemstone, i’d be an alexandrite. if i were a flower, i’d be a poppy. if i were a kind of weather, i’d be misty. if i were a colour, i’d be red. if i were an emotion, i’d be spontaneity. if i were a fruit, i’d be a squash. if i were a sound, i’d be a deep sigh. if i were an element, i’d be lithium. if i were a place, i’d be an abandoned factory. if i were a taste, i’d be sour. if i were a scent, i’d be aftershave. if i were an object, i’d be a cuff links. if i were a body part, i’d be the forehead. if i were a pair of shoes, i’d be gravel boots. if i were a song, i’d be waiting for the end by linkin park.

[timotaychalamet]

Fallen Angels (1995) dir. Wong Kar Wai

[thusvitaest]

major arcana.

take this test for your muse and post the results. 

this quiz shall reveal the major arcana hidden within your personality. based from the famous playstation portable game: persona 3 portable a.k.a. p3p, the major arcanas represent a certain stage in the life of a man. this may as well be related unto your own "persona" or how you establish a relationship with other people.

THE FOOL

"the arcana is the means by which all is revealed. it is the void from which all other things begin." your personality is shaped by the people's actions and decisions. you are a jack of all trades having a wide potential depending on how you choose to live your life. easily influenced by others. be careful how you choose to live your life and of the people you choose to be with. your life holds a network of infinite possibilities because of your natural talent and skills in all aspects of life.

tagged by: no one really tagging: @hyeshire @tansaekhwa @pullstrings

[thusvitaest]

@stvrnja ♜

i am thou, thou art i. thou has acquired a new vow. it shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

he wasn’t used to absence of the watch on his wrist, no matter how much it dictated what he does in his everyday life. it is an important piece to the ensemble of the modern man. it was the reason he had to make a quick run back just to grab it before heading to schedules he was slightly early for. it keeps him punctual. he remembers even where he might have left it, but instead he finds something else. rather, someone else who seemingly had already acquired what akio was there for.

the moment he startles the worldly thief is the moment they would want to run. so he stands there at the doorway, brooding over how this person was able to access the door, observing eyes locked on the target, and legs ready to sprint in case the chasing does happen. it was just their luck that he had gone back sooner than planned. their luck that he was on his feet, blocking their way out.

“and you are?” his tone remained calm, but the look on his face says it all. he was more than just a physique. eyebrow arched, he steps forward into the stranger’s personal space with a taunting gaze. “looks like you found my watch for me.”

[thusvitaest]

@hyeshire ♡

i am thou, thou art i. thou has acquired a new vow. it shall become the wings of rebellion that breaketh thy chains of captivity.

“dammit.” he whispers harshly, curled fist hitting the wall he had been leaning against. the noise doesn’t just have him wide awake, he’s also unable to fall asleep because of the badgering coital fantasies swimming in the pool of his thoughts. the subject of which was his roommate of six years. on top of that, there’s an infant lodging with akio and jihye today. and he knows that thing will rouse any moment now. it’s been this specific hour that the baby does for the past three days.

he was uncertain whether he felt bad over himself or the child for hearing the neighbors’ carnal uproar. in the end, they were allies against such wickedness. cue the crying, which by reflex has him walking straight to the crib to pick up the little one. but he was a few steps late to the rescue. jihye beat him to it, arriving to her cradling the baby in her arms. he bites his lip, hands dismissively hovering around. “i’ll go sleep then,” he mimics a handgun aimed at his head, two fingers extended perpendicular to his raised thumb acting as a barrel.