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s//hiatus !

at least until i finish playing pokemon moon uwu

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❝ american horror story ❞ starter meme

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thememesource:

from season one

“ So we’re the Addams Family now. ”

“ I love her and I’m a good Christian, but Jesus H. Christ. ”

“ Do you ever get tired of cleaning up other peoples’ messes? ”

“ Don’t make me kill you again. ”

“ What dream are you chasing? Or should I say, what dream is chasing you? ”

“ I’m trying very hard not to judge you. ”

“ You might as well just Krazy Glue a stick of butter to your ass. ”

“ I don’t want to be here anymore! I’m frightened! ”

“ You think I want to stay in this world of death and rot and regret? ”

“ Try to find some dignity in the situation. ”

“ Move on, missy. ”

“ Every time I find my heart breaking just a sliver for you, I suddenly remember. You made this mess for yourself. ”

“ I’m not naive to the ways of men. ”

“ You know, I’m way too expensive. ”

“ Everybody thinks they have style, and everybody thinks they’re funny. Most people aren’t. ”

“ Frankly, you don’t deserve it. ”

“ The one thing about the dead is they’ve got nothing left to lose. ”

“ I’m not playing your games. ”

“ I was chosen. And when you’re chosen, you either get with the program or you go crazy. ”

“ I’m finding it really hard to look at your face. ‘Cause I really, really, really want to bash it in. ”

“ I will merely tolerate you. ”

“ The Devil is real. And he’s not a little red man with horns and a tail. He can be beautiful. ”

“ Why are you bullshitting me?!? ”

“ I’d paint it a deep, dark red, clear out all the furniture and hang a sex swing. ”

“ That’s what men do–they make you think you’re crazy so that they can have their fun. ”

“ Why are you being such an asshole? ”

“ This turns you on. I know it does. ”

“ I have long stopped asking why the mad do mad things. ”

“ I’m quaking in my loafers! What are you gonna do? Murder me? ”

“ From blood and pain come perfection. ”

“ I shut you out. I was afraid it would break you. ”

“ You’re kind of twisted, aren’t you? ”

“ You’re charismatic and compelling and a pathological liar. ”

“ Grow a pair. She’s not into you. You’re not getting back in her, she’ll never talk to you again. ”

“ I’ll wait. Forever, if I have to. ”

[vvonho]

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1eegeon:

wonho’s greeting video

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➟ close enough ☄ em▿ vh

retrieving sequence ! valentine [ 🌸 ] 

     ☀ ⤑ the cold winter wind reminds him that he should leave, that he should go back to the warm comforts of his own castle and let nature take its course with the stubborn marmoreal. but he sees it, sees the bright red that finally shows itself from hiding, and a low throb slowly begins in his loins. it doesn’t help that his dearest cousin looked so immaculate, so picturesque against the rubble, a dainty centerpiece to the sweet, sweet chaos.

                  so he walks forth, movements fueled by nothing but wanton lust and greedy need. 

shadowy tentacles creep from beneath the soil, their hardened ends swatting debris from out of his way. the same shadowy limbs crawl and wrap around the white prince’s crumpled form. he is not gentle when he picks elliot up to pin him against the halved column. he is not soft when his hand clenches upon either side of the his jaw to force the other prince to look at him, elliot’s reds locking with the prince of heart’s menacing greens. 

“pardon my doubts, dear cousin,” valentine purrs, his face just mere centimeters away from the other’s own. “you and oliver truly are twins.”his lithe finger runs from the boy’s temple, tracing lines from his cheekbones to his jawline. “resilient. hard.”  

                             his green eyes darken with malice. “and absolutely breathtaking.” 

he pushes forth, rough, and the crown prince’s lips collide against elliot’s own with a harshness that will surely leave bruises. his eyes do not close with the act, never wanting to miss a single glimpse of the beautiful crimson he had longed to covet for years upon years. he feels heat bloom in his groin at the tears that are beginning to dry on the white prince’s cheeks, and valentine thinks that he’s finally found his favorite among the marmoreals. 

“kill you?” his voice is coarse, low as he pulls away from the liplock, his teeth grazing and pulling at the other’s lower lip. a sinister chuckle escapes from his system. “don’t be absurd, darling,” his hand dips low, trailing down from the prince’s neck and further, his palm stopping a shy breath away from his crotch. “i’m going to do so much worse.”

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starrdew:

Chanyeol’s tongue traces the edges of his teeth. The name alone brings out a puff of air laced with amusement. One of the sleeves rolled up to his elbow starts to slide down. He takes a moment to fold it back into place. Neatly. Precisely. He has an image to maintain.

“Knock yourself out. I’ll pass.” The breeze plays with the strands of his hair, but he stands firm. “I like to prime my souls before I claim them. There is a method to the madness. I believe that’s how the saying goes.”

      ☀ ⤑  "that’s a pity.” yixing’s tone is laced with faux disappointment. frankly, he could not care less if the demon would go along with his wishes, but a soul-reaping contest would’ve made for a fun night. “and i’ve always thought you were a fun one” he makes a show covering half of his face with his hands, but mostly it is to block the uncouth scent that was coming from the heathen’s very existence. “you’ve grown boring.” he makes sure that spite is heard with his syllables. “so boring.”

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starrdew:

Mickey stops chewing on the end of her pen long enough to look up the speaker. The writing utensil slips past her lips and falls to the floor. She only realizes that her mouth’s hanging seconds afterward. “No. No, it’s fine. Have a––” Her head swivels over to her left and notices her backpack taking up the spot. She immediately leans across the bench to gather her things. Scraps of sketches, half closed pencil bag with things falling out, empty cartons of juice, everything is shoved haphazardly into the backpack. 

Her hand pats around in the grass for the pen she dropped earlier. “Where the f–” That damn thing must have rolled off somewhere again. This is the third time it’s gotten away from her again. She continues running her hand around the ground until she remembers oh, someone wanted to sit here. She finds herself lying across the whole bench in the search for her pen, laughs nervously, then straightens herself back up. 

“All yours, buddy.” She brushes off the seat and tops off the gesture with a smile. An unwarranted replay of his greeting plays in her mind as she scoots back over to her edge of the bench. “Where are you from?”

     ☀ ⤑   in another universe, her antics would’ve gotten her dead, impaled by a barrage of hardened tentacles. but this universe is not that, so valentine simply stares at her panic, emerald hues hiding beneath crescent slits, his visage scrunched up to an ever-amiable eyesmile. he gets a little idea from her awkward movements (perhaps he and lionne could hold a gala during their stay?) and makes a mental note to begin his sketches once the girl gives him a chance to sit.  

“where i’m from,” he begins, gloved hands brushing off any stray leaves from the vacant space. “we usually start by asking a name.” ever graceful, the renowned artist sits himself on the bench, his right leg crossed over his left knee and raised a bit, his leatherbound sketchbook secure on the slight angle his thigh creates. “i’m valentine. valentine heart. i come from britain. london, specifically.” 

his speech is formal, more from the fact that his korean is more textbook than casual, but also because it’s unusual for him to find a person--a fellow artist, even--who didn’t know of his work or his name. he’s not sure if he was to feel offended or refreshed, but it is a welcome sight from the flock of girls (and the occassional boy) clamoring for attention the moment they see him walk by. 

                  “and you, dear?” he asks, his open palm politely extended. “may i have your name?”

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dextereuse:

[ 🐙 ] – jinhee almost snorts at the voice. this bitch probably thinks i’m a dude, she thought to herself while rolling her eyes. it’s the classic approach of any female assassin. she would know because it’s one that she uses efficiently given her features and sometimes her popularity. she has learned twice too many times that her best disguise is the fact that she’s an idol, so this time she plays the innocent victim, taking her time behind the huge oak tree as she reapplies her make up, making it as thick as any idol would wear it. her fingers shake her long tresses a few times then removing her stilettos to play the innocent passerby. her weapon of course is hidden underneath the pleats of her skirt, tucked in her panty hose.

         “ w-who’s there? ” she wails out, her throat lumped with tears as she crawls out with her shoes held close to her chest. “ what’s going on? ” she adds, salty streams beginning to flow from her eyes. those acting gigs came in handy after all.

     ☀ ⤑ seojin merely quirks a brow at the obvious act, terribly unfazed by the river of tears pouring from the girl’s eyes or the little “drunk party girl” act she was putting forth. to be quite honest, the assassin wasn’t expecting a woman to come out of from behind the shadows, but it would take so much more than bad acting for a killer of her caliber to be fooled.  still, she schools her expression to that of genuine pity, her hands holding either of the girl’s shoulders in a fake attempt for support. 

                                                         two can play this game, after all. 

“oh dear, did i scare you, love?” she’d puke at the tone she was using, but she tells herself to save all the cringing for later. her golden hues reflect pity and concern as she pretends to offer comfort, lithe fingers running along the girl’s wavy locks. “i must’ve made a mistake--walking alone in these woods would make lovely girls like us so paranoid, no? poor, poor thing...” 

and then the grin appears, the sugar-sweet, sickening eyesmile that only shows when she’s about to go in for the kill. “just kidding.” with a swift move,she pushes her against the trunk of the oak tree, her knee raised and braced against her side, icy hands now wrapped around the other’s slim neck. “only a few brave souls know of this path, missy.” her grip tightens, thin webs of ice branching out from where she is touching. “let’s cut to the chase. who are you and who are you working for?”

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Hi! I just wanted to tell you that you have some really interesting muses; I absolutely love the fact that not all of them are based on Seoul! Can you even see how creative that is?! And I also love the aesthetics of your blog! Lately, I've been struggling to find a solid ground on muses and inspiration and things like that, but you honestly inspired me so much. So, thank you so much! I hope I get to see you around for a long, long, long time ♡

oh dearie, i don’t even know what to say! thank you so much for finding this mumu’s little quirks creative and suited to your liking ;u; idk about being an inspiration as i am but a glass of periwinkle fairy slush trying her best but, if you need any help, feel free to come to me anytime, love! you made this smol rper’s monday ( *¯ ³¯*)♡

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linguafrnca:

it had been the sixth time this week since taeeun had visited the park. she was visiting to people-watch, mostly because she needed some sort of inspiration. she had asked her friend to find a model for her because she had zero luck in doing such a thing. the times she did, she would get shot down right away. she knew it was the way she spoke, her poor skills in persuasion, and lastly she was just shy. taeeun would tell herself she had to do better, but she wasn’t very confident in herself. when her phone buzzed, she jumped in her spot, reaching in her jeans pocket to pull it out. a smile spreading across her features.

[ sms ] model | seojin: it’s a pleasure to meet you, seojin! [ sms ] model | seojin: i’m taeeun, ban taeeun.  [ sms ] model | seojin: i look forward to working with you! how about we meet up tomorrow, thursday at 2pm if you’re free? [ sms ] model | seojin: that way we can properly introduce ourselves c:

   ☀ ⤑ the first thing she does is change the portrait artist’s name in her phonebook from tae??? to taeeun, and she thinks that the act merits another niceness point in her book. the second thing she does is keep herself from sassing out the said portrait artist right off the bat, as she did remember attaching a very detailed image of her week’s schedule, a week’s schedule that very clearly illustrated that she was free from one to five in the afternoon tomorrow. but it’s such a nice day and she really doesn’t want to hear another lecture from z about propriety and what not, so she keeps her thumbs from typing out anything vile despite the nagging want to do just that. 

               “learn to read,” she mutters to herself, not really looking forward to the rendezvous.

[ ✉ ] portrait artist  ➤ taeeun

me too. i’m free at 2pm. are you fine in meeting at a hongdae cafe?

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sequence start ! @dextereuse [ ✒]

   ☀ ⤑ “you’re a big baby, you know that?” seojin does not skimp on letting the other know of her annoyance, her grip on the girl’s leg (in)accidentally growing tighter to emphasize her point. she could be a good companion and use her gifts of ice to speed up the healing of the bruise, but codename: elsa  the assassin was never known for being good, so she instead fishes into her emergency pack for a tube of concealer and healing salve. 

it continues to be a mystery to the killer ker why an idol would choose a life of blood and darkness. “no extra charge! you’re lucky i’m in a good mood today.” she quips, rubbing the salve over the affected area and letting the cream dry before dabbing on a generous amount of concealer. “shouldn’t you quit if things like these bother you so much?”

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jolisfille:

` 🦋  ─  Parting her lips, the girl gave a cold stare, raising her brow with a stroke of her frail fingers into her thick black locks. Tucking the strands aside her bangs behind her ear as she then, sat back and decided to get comfortable. She knew this day would soon come again, so why not get it over with now. Sighing,licking, and biting over her thick red lips. Nora stayed silent for a long while, passing as much time as she could so that she didn’t have to talk too much when finally able to open up her mouth to speak of her personal issues.  ❝You’re really..Handsome, to be working here..doing something that seems quite boring, listening to troubles that, won’t ever concern you personally..How does that feel?❞ Tugging the ends of her dress down above her knee, pulling her sleeves up over her finger tips and placing her hand over her mouth in a way of hiding. Nora started a usual habit, she stared at the shelf of books in the room and begin counting, she counted a lot when nervous or bothered by something. ❝This is all confidential right?..❞ Looking off to the side, hesitant, not really eager to tell her story.  ❝It..Started..About a few months ago…❞ she begins.

    ☀ ⤑ she’s easier than he would have liked. yixing bores of easy, and his assessment of the girl’s worth lessens with each truth that pours out of her cherry red chops. the golden letters embossed on his nameplate read “psychiatrist”, but he was in it for the fun, not the formality of making proper diagnosis. he is, after all, death, and death could care less about making life bearable for the living. 

“they don’t concern me, but they do provide ample amusement.” he has thrown all care out of the five-storey window, further emphasized by his bending down to fetch two cups of custard from the fridge attached to his desk. he pushes one cup towards his patron, before making a show of opening his own pack and eating a spoonful like it was the most delicious thing in the entire world. “anyway, i’m the one with the questions, but it makes me feel...” his lips curl to an eerie smirk. 

                                                             “energized. invigorated. alive.” 

he leans back on his seat, his fingers laced over the other as he nods to the sound of the girl’s oncoming story. “of course it’s confidential, love.” the professor assures, his head lilting to one side as if to egg the dear to go on. “don’t be shy. your secrets are safe in the four walls of this room.”

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okayodysseus:

she is beautiful, but she wasn’t meant fo such things. the tales of amphitrite

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summoned: seojin ! [ @divinexwreckage​ ]  👑

     ☀ ⤑ lee seojin is not in a good mood. 

it’s obvious, really--in the way that she ignored the kind security guard by the reception area instead of giving him her usual two-fingered salute, or the harsh click and clack of her five-inch stiletto heels on the marbled floors that made people scoot in fear of being stepped on. and she would, step on someone that is, as due to some unforseen circumstance, her director has dragged in an stylist for today’s shoot, despite the known fact that she was fully capable of styling herself without a glorifed humanoid dresser ruining her mojo. 

her golden hues are sharp as daggers as she enters her dressing room, her thermos of iced coffee quivering in the trembling hands of her terrified assistant. she spares the supposed stylist no ounce of politeness, wine-red lips pursed as she gives the girl a condescending onceover. “so you’re the stylist, huh?” her brow quirks in a mocking fashion, lithe arms crossed over her chest. “you must be pretty amazing if they chose to hire you for this one.”

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summoned: hyungmin ! [ @ssunhwa​ ]  👑

   ☀ ⤑ it’s instinct that brings him to the convenience store at exactly twelve noon, a folder of unread digests secure in one hand and a bowl of uncooked shin ramyeon safe in the other. hyungmin tells himself he’ll swear off instant food for good, but in the office lunch rush where he’d prefer to work than join in with the noise, the deli across his family’s law firm provides his much needed solace. “hi.” his greeting is cold as it is obligatory once he reaches the counter. “can you make it quick? i got a meeting in ten and i’m trying not to get an ulcer.”

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summoned: valentine ! [ @starrdew​ ]  👑

    ☀ ⤑ travelling is always a good idea, and valentine agrees that this impromtu trip to seoul is the best he’s had since plasticine sculptures. the horizon is lined with beautiful oranges and breathtaking golds, with a few swipes of muted browns providing balance to the entire picture. ever the artist, the heir of hearts ignores the jetlag pounding on his pretty head, opting instead to take an afternoon stroll in the park across their designated hotel. 

he has a sketchbook tucked in his arm, his sunglassed, emerald hues searching the sepia’d vicinity for a space to sit on. he finds a bench underneath a large tree, and he sees beauty in the way its browned leaves do tiny pirouettes before they fall onto the ground. he fights every urge to run over and crush the pile under his boot, a good idea in retrospect as he is now aware that another person is occupying half of the bench he has selected. 

“i guess parks are for artists like ourselves.” valentine greets with accented korean, his eyes turning into cheery slits as he approaches, amiable as he puts his sketchbook on display. his engagement band glints in the afternoon sun. “do you mind if i sit beside you, miss?”

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summoned: yixing ! [ @starrdew​ ]  👑

    ☀ ⤑  it is three in the morning and the unusually large moon makes the silver of his hair and his blade glimmer in its ghostly glow, his dark cloak fluttering in the chilly november wind as he perches on the edge of a residential roof.  “let’s have a contest.” he motions, mischief swimming in his chartreuse hues. death’s tone is playful, but a sinister intent lurks beneath the lilting dance of his syllables. “this neighborhood is teeming with souls ready for the reaping. shall we see who can collect the most in one night, dear mammon?”

[hongbyn]

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hongbyn:

1/∞ of Lee Hongbin