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[vetricol]

it's nice to be somewhere else for five minutes.

i moved blogs.. again! if you’re into multimuses/1x1 with characters. come take a look and follow perhaps.

[vetricol]

would yall be mad if i did a cleanse and restart this entire account with a new boy

[oretoile-blog]

           she has a softness about her, even as she starts to crumble,            a beautiful way about her, even as her heart starts to break, a            smile always to remember, even when her cries are not heard.            she wants the world to be happy, even if she loses herself to            the world. 

                                  bae joohyun, heir to the baelim industries. 

[vetricol]

killing time waiting for you / sitting at the café by the station

the main focal point as to why we're all here is to become something; anything. as long as it's grand and big and fantastic and composed of the greatest dreams we've had, then that's what we want to be. we're all here in competitions with our own selves, learning from others regardless of levels but admired for their talents. by competition, i mean that we're.. all sort of outsmarting ourselves with our capabilities and beyond. always reaching for something bigger, bigger and higher than what our standards are comfortable with.

i can't live without a great challenge without perseverance. i kinda strive for that kind of stuff, it keeps me going. keeps my passion always running. always on the go. the quest for a manifestation of something that has grown as a part of me is always active, in which i half-heartedly dislike compliments. they distract me. i begin to feel comfortable when i could be learning or perfecting my faults, and that's important. we're all here with a gift that we've cultivated in the beginnings of their discovery. but everybody's so eager of wanting to leave the earth with an impact from their homage to the arts that we don't think of our own selves, or we don't remain rational.

it's also vital to know your obstacles along the way, and furthermore prepare yourselves for them. it's going to take me awhile to get to where i want to be, and i understand that.

i've come this far. so, as for me, my aspirations is to remain content with the fact that i'll be able to play, write, truly live out what it means to live. a foolish man could only decline success! but that doesn't really mean a thing if it has become meaningless to me.

and i think that’s kinda cruel.

june, 1965.

[vetricol]

sticky note: as of 05/15.

writing.

@badhoneys.

drafted.

@vutriolic, @tempuris, @mortenrose, aetus.

active threads.

( ... )

plotting.

@pullstrings, @filenctfound.

note: old replies, then plotting replies, finish my one starter, and then make a plot call. uni has been kicking my ass as finals are approaching, so i might be ghost until next week. hopefully sooner. see you!

[spellbks-archive]

@vetricol

“You’ve got a lovely aura, miss, I can tell there are good things coming– have a seat, won’t you?”

’Oh, no thank you, I’m running late,’

Hm.

“Excuse me– there’s something rather bright following you, won’t you let me help you figure out what it is?”

’Don’t be absurd.’

Taemin gives out an exasperated sigh, sinking back in his seat as he crosses one lanky leg over the other. Nobody wants to bite today, huh? He shifts his gaze around the idle street, letting his fingertips drum against the cafe tabletop. He hears the ice in his empty cup quietly shift. He finished his hibiscus tea nearly an hour ago. His cards are neatly stacked in front of him– weathered and old with experience, ornate images of prophecy and gods. A moon stone and a small dish are beside them. His bag is at his feet. And he’s made nearly no money yet this week.

Another potential client is heading this way– and the young warlock straightens up a bit. He’s about to offer up one of his fake honey-sweet smiles, but his lips barely twitch instead when he gets a whiff of this guy’s.. energy. It’s like nothing he’s ever been near before.

As a result, embarrassingly enough, the only thing he can really choke out is a “Wait.”

[vetricol]

“Bad business today, huh?” Kyeongsun sets his lukewarm cup of coffee on the now shared table between the two parties. The promenade was arguably a mess. The avenue alone wasn’t fit for these people taking long strides, jogging, speed walking with their eyes glued to a ticking watch. It was just timing and luck, with a side of wishful thinking to make the trip bearable. Here he arrives, definite with punctuality, even if his breath is lagging. “I’ve seen you everywhere, it seems. Sometimes people come, sometimes they go. It’s all in between, really.” He dusts off the debris from the street overlying on his jacket, taking it in his hands as he hangs it on an empty chair. 

“I see that you’ve got your cards—”

“Wait.”

With the resting of his elbows propped up, Kyeongsun’s eyes flicker to meet the young medium. The psychic. Who is he anyhow?  A gambler? Might this all be wrapped up in a phony sense of game, cheating, selling fraud in reach of foretelling the future. There are bigger and greater scams than the fortune being told in a deck of cards, or by the reddish lines in one’s palms. His smile was flat, rigid. The way he had spoken was all chipper and fun, not a trace of any infuriating attitude read like an open book. “No worries. I pay with cash.” He gives his pocket a subconscious pat, a quick drum of the fingers, the wallet underlying with bills. 

He puts a moment off to the side. Again, his arms are up on the table.

“Are you sensing anything at all?”

[vetricol]

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: @pullstrings. Tagging: @aetus. @badhoneys. @hedonyms. @filenctfound. @chaoticer. @daseotsal. @gumihc. @terminuum. @spvtnik. @vuranos.

A - Age: Twenty-five. ( Ninety-six. ) B - Biggest fear: Can't think of any, at the moment. ( Eternal life. ) C - Current time: 3:48am. D - Drink you last had: Iced water. E - Every day starts with: Sunlight hurting my eyes, particularly because I like to leave my windows uncovered from the drapery. F - Favourite song: So near, so far by Miles Davis. G - Ghosts, are they real: Unsure. I - In love with: Nothing, specifically.  K - Killed someone: Can’t say. L - Last time you cried: Even my short term memory is fickle, I’m not sure. M - Middle name: Don’t have one. N - Number of siblings: One, a younger sister. O - One wish: I wish I had time to manifest a craft. A natural born talent or liking for something. I wish I could've gone to school to learn furthermore about something I'm really passionate about.  P - Person you last called/texted: Hayeon. Q - Questions you are always asked: "What do you do?" "What can you do to make ( ... ) better?" R - Reasons to smile: Friendliness/politeness being returned, a random act of kindness. A good cup of tea. S - Song last sang: Desfinado by Joao Gilberto. T - Time you woke up: 6 AM. U - Underwear colour: Grey. V - Vacation destination: Brazil. The beaches of Rio de Janeiro. W - Worst habit: Peeling off skin from the sides of my thumb. X - X-Rays you’ve had: A few. Y - Your favourite food: Steak. Z- Zodiac sign: Virgo. ( Born a Libra. )

[flxriciide]

( @vetricol )

“So what do you do?”

Her brother was not the only one that needed amusement around him, Anastasia, herself, needed to be entertained as well. Sure she acts disinterested and was an ‘all work and no play’ kind of person but she needed a distraction from work from time to time. And getting her hands dirty whenever she had the chance to won’t amuse her unlike how it does for her brother. Heck, it was his job to do so and he’s in love with his work. This doesn’t mean she disliked serving her brother, one shouldn’t misinterpret her intentions, it was indeed an honour to even stay in his shadows but again, she, too, experience boredom. 

“Do you turn invisible? Travel through time? Shape-shift? I’m a lot of things but not a mind reader.”

[vetricol]

Over the years, have the curious become braver? Or rather, did the daring hearts of people become intrigued? He sits here with a woman noticeable to the eyes, although her face is unremembered. He thinks too much of her question in the matter of minutes. Beneath a wooden roof housing a café, he hears the water droplets asound as she spoke. Beating with every accent beginning with her words. Kyeongsun folds a napkin, centered is the logo of the franchised coffee house and its tagline. “I do a lot of things,” he began. His voice is low. The rattling of utensils from the kitchen, just a few feet away rings. The steam lifting from milk, ready to pour, disperse only a few feet up. He can hear the footsteps of those coming and going, stepping on his train of thought.

“I clean,” he starts again. “On good days, I can cook. I could speak three languages, but the third one I recently learned isn’t my strongest. I can hold my breath underwater for a minute or two. Sometimes.. I’m able to remember the dreams I had from previous nights.” His index finger disrupts his ongoing monologue, screeching beneath the napkin’s edge and where the glossed table met. “An answer straightaway isn't much fun. Instead, I'll be asking you a question.”

The napkin is in a neat, three-pointed triangle.

“What is invisible, with a barrier-like form, but requires lots of strength?”

[vetricol]

sticky note: as of 04/28.

writing.

( ... )

drafted.

@spellbks, @flxriciide, @vutriolic, @tempuris, @mortenrose.

active threads.

( ... )

plotting.

@badhoneys, @pullstrings, @filenctfound.

note: UM i just wanted to thank those who reblogged the ad from a few days ago! it’s been several months since i wrote for an original character, and i’m unhappy with my writing, so i wanna get back to exercising through a hobby that i enjoy.

i’m not plotting with many people at the moment because i wanna get through some drafts that i owe a month ago.. while creating my muse, so.. it’s been awhile since i entered the community with an original character? so i want to be able to not overwhelm myself and set a pace that i can really work at. so. replies first, then i’ll get back to the folks i’m discussing stuff with, and then i’ll probably make a plotcall and get to interact with my mutuals and their muses. so yeah. see you this monday. happy friday!

[vetricol]

See:       whose       surviving       sons visit       the         ancestral        graves white-bearded,  with trembling canes?

                                — REBLOG. FOLLOW. LIKE. —

[vetricol]

Author’s note: Do not fret if I have followed you! I’m currently going through some blogs that interest me to write with once I’ve finished compiling my pages as accordingly. About half of the character’s about/biography has been finished, but I have yet to conclude his whereabouts as of late. Thanks for understanding.

[vetricol]

Update (4/25/17): A rough blueprint of the muse's mutation and abilities page is pretty much.. done? I mean, I do intend on adding more things, but for the most part, it's almost good to go. I have yet to proofread most of the bio and create a timeline of condensed, major key events in his life, but I will try my best to finish those this week! Eeep, this is exciting.. Finally putting the finishing touches on everything.

Despite me always saying 'he'll be done and ready to go this week!!', expect venti latte, ventricle, verticle to be opened for business this Friday the latest. :)

[jazzbeyondjazz]

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Spanish Key/The Theme - Miles Davis (Black Beauty: Live at the Fillmore West, 1973)

[vetricol]

TAKE THIS TEST for your muse and repost with the results!

Self-Knowledge Questionnaire

Below the surface everyone is pretty complicated. Based on your answers, we think the following three traits are important strands in your personality:

tagged by: @pullstrings.

tagging: whomever!

INDEPENDENCE: You don’t set out to be different for its own sake; you are more easily guided by what interests and moves you. You are more concerned about what is right for you than about the pressure to fit in. In sex you are more aware than others of impulses which are not entirely conventional. You know the value of selective irresponsibility, of forgetting occasionally about being ‘good’.

RATIONALITY: You like clarity and intelligent simplicity and you get frustrated at messy thinking. This can make you seem unreasonably pushy to some, but it is actually a virtue: you are motivated by a horror at pointless effort and a longing for precision and insight into how things and people work. Your ability to synthesise and bring order is essential in producing thinking which is truly helpful.

ORDERLINESS: You love it when everything is neat and tidy: when there is a proper way of doing things, and you can tick things off the to-do list and know where everything is. So others, at times, are to you unbearably sloppy and messy. And you run into things that can’t be ordered (a child, a partner, a colleague at work) which drives you slightly nuts. But your desire for order is a good one when it is focussed where it is needed and when you’re okay with a bit of mess.

[vetricol]

Author's note: Do not fret if I have followed you! I'm currently going through some blogs that interest me to write with once I've finished compiling my pages as accordingly. About half of the character's about/biography has been finished, but I have yet to conclude his whereabouts as of late. Thanks for understanding.

[vetricol]

“aujourd'hui, maman est morte.” mother died today.

“ou peut-être hier, je ne sais pas.” or, maybe, yesterday; i can’t be sure. ー l’étranger, camus (1942).

the grey nonchalance in expressing uncertainty, or the lack of thereof. conviction falling at a deficit. it was always you, that felt a strange, indifference to what worsens the deepestー if assumed, most melancholic moods in people. you have always challenged humanity in the best of your efforts; always tending to a form of authority that your voice cannot be drowned out by people of the weak. you are amoral. you are unprincipled, unconcerned, ungoverned. your whims are kept best to your plans. you approach situations with your instinct rather than experience, which defies a disliking towards traditionalism, a love for spontaneity. a little sun in your eyes and you get angry; meursault’s murder of the arab.

yet, the phone rings. you are obligated to read.

“the telegram from the home says: YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY. which leaves the matter doubtful; it could have been yesterday.” ー l’étranger, camus (1942).

the ringing ends. you are left with a message.

“YOUR MOTHER PASSED AWAY. FUNERAL TOMORROW. DEEP SYMPATHY.”

compulsions is a tell-tale sign of your weakness, as a result to feeling irritable when aggressive. coming to defeat these particular urges crowns him as a person of a determined purpose. reluctantly feeling trapped in a situation that may be helpless, he is always, perhaps even desperately, seeking relief. he expresses his hopes and dreams with confidence as if it had been unfairly stomped on by disbelievers; a form of an insult to his honest goals. in essence, he longs to be valued as an important individual along with his qualities. he is yearning to stand out from the crowd, to be able to receive admiration, but the days leading to be has him under anxiety.

he’s committed to getting his own way in the end, and carefully calculates what is foreseen as he puts his plan to action.

[fy-jaehyun]

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