爱不释手

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[jonathanohhey]

[heedictate]

█║ [ frozen au ] the snow life 。

                     • • ( ft. King Heechul & Prince Changmin of Arendelle. )

"Do you wanna build a snowmaaaaaaaan?" Little Heechul would sing merrily, every hour, every day to his younger brother (and it wasn’t even during winter, since Heechul could simply blast ice and create snow easily with the tip of his fingers). Changmin wasn’t much of a cheery person to say the least, in comparison to Heechul himself, and so the answer he received was a constant and distasteful ‘no’. It frustrated Heechul to no end, because the castle they lived in was huge, like a large playground waiting to be explored and his parents were much too busy ruling the kingdom to play with him, and so he was determined to have Changmin play with him.

After months of blatant rejection, Heechul had had enough. He finally made up his mind—it was going to be the last time he’d ever ask for Changmin to play with him. His little brother was walking by and Heechul didn’t even bother calling out to him before he breoke out into the usual song. He supposed Changmin had been fed up as well, because this time it wasn’t just a flat-toned ‘no’, his rejection came in the form of a very, very frustrated yell.

Heechul simply did not understand why Changmin turns down every single one of his attempts to connect. Was his brother not as lonely as he was? Does he have some other playmate that he did not know about? They were brothers after all, weren’t they? So why did Changmin seem to hate him so much? Biting back angry tears and balling up his little fists, Heechul screamed in response, “Fine! Since you don’t wanna build a snowman, you shall turn into a snowman!” And with that, he aimed a digit at his brother before rage overflowed from the tip of his finger and ice was blasted in his direction.

Fortunately, Changmin did not suffer any fatal injury other than that streak of white hair which was possibly ugly enough to blind anyone—oh, and of course he had to have his memory erased by magical trolls to prevent trauma. Despite that and the news of their parents’ accidental death years later, it did not seem to faze his solid detest for Heechul. Finally retreating in silent defeat, Heechul practiced his powers within the four walls of his room instead.

Years have passed and Heechul is now eighteen with his coronation party waiting to begin. It was one of the biggest days of his life and he wouldn’t let anything dampen his spirits—not even that god-awful outfit that he was designated to wear. Whoever let people pair purple with teal? But with all due respect for his dead parents, he supposed there wasn’t any harm in wearing it. He could easily distract everyone from his outfit with his plans to show off his powers anyway.

Once the castle gates were opened, he calmed his nerves as he waited patiently in the main hall for the guests to fill in and greeted them with his best smile. But the sight of his brother had his grin growing wider than ever, and with his arms opened wide, he suppressed all his urges to sing the song again and opted to approach him with a somewhat normal greeting instead, “My beloved brother, you’re here!”

[jeongaeul]

And there we go. Was Gaeul’s first thought as the other woman tried to find a word to define her. She had heard quite a few along the years and she had to suppress a deep sigh that was threatening to leave her lips. “A freak, strange, stupid? I know, I’ve already heard them all.” She chuckled softly and glanced down at her basket once again. What if she was eating all of this after all? It was her own issue, no one’s else.

[vrsui]

Vera hadn't expected the onslaught of self-deprecating words. At most, she had been waiting for a small pocket of awkwardness for them both to break away from the conversation and move on with what they had each came here for. In her case, it was alcohol and cream cheese. Her brow raised even higher, almost disappearing behind her bangs. "Unresolved issues?" she asked coolly, taking an almost sub-conscious step back. "I'm not sure if you should be sharing them with a stranger, dear."

[fuzijie]

vrsui started following you

      He holds out a notebook to her. “I was only trying to say you dropped this.”

[vrsui]

          Vera raised her eyebrow, unused to being spoken to by strangers on the street (and slightly wary that he had a separate motive—like selling insurance). Nonetheless, she plucks her notebook out of his hand, saying, "Thank... you? I wasn't aware I dropped it."

[archive4selentieun]

"Everything is okay."

calming starter sentences.

Having the habit of wanting to perfect everything that settles along the palm of hands was always a challenge. Naeun was never sure if it was enough or not, asking numerous amount of people for opinions and despite their reassuring words of it being perfectly fine or more than good. It just isn’t ever enough for the young woman. And she falls through with the amount of paper work scattered along the wooden desk, polished neatly with her fingers skimming through the thin sheets. Eyeing the words with a brow arched and mouthing the words that come into her vision. One goes there and the other towards some other direction.

Vera notices it. The way the young woman simply tires herself out to finish any assignment that needs to be headed towards her boss’ direction early morning when the sun is beaming for another hour or two along with the birds chirping. The older woman doesn’t point it out, observing from a few feet away while having another conversation with a male who stood besides her. Handing her a folder containing any evidence of the upcoming photos that needed to be re-checked and uploaded onto her desktop.

She heard about Naeun, recalling that she was commonly known as Eric’s assistant for a couple of months now. It’s actually quite surprising that she pulled through for so long and despite his friendly demeanor that he shows most of the time, when it comes to his occupation he expects quite a lot from her. It’s what the younger usually etches inside of her mind, the main reason and motivation into getting up early in the morning and keeping herself away from any distractions to focus on far more important situations.

With the faint sound of footsteps pressed along the ground, one after another Vera’s steps were steady not wanting to disrupt the almost— peaceful atmosphere she enveloped herself in. Keeping possessions and papers close to the chest only to feel a sudden thud resting over her back. Instinctively, sharply turning to that direction with her gaze directed on the young woman she was observing not too long ago. The papers were falling off of the folder accidentally, photos of different people and scenarios were scattered messily for her eyes to capture.

"I am so sorry about that, Miss. I was in a bit of a rush." Crouching down in order to pick up the pile, trying to organize it the best way she knows how. Attempting to memorize where one photo belongs in the pile, mumbling another handful of apologizes that causes the older to simply shrug it off. Vera doesn’t mind, it’s an accident so there’s not much she could say about the situation. No bitterness in the air but the tension was gradually increasing or perhaps it’s the way Naeun acts.

Nonetheless when everything was placed inside of the folder where it truly belongs. Vera clears her throat in order to catch the latter’s attention, fingers tightening around the edges of her own papers with the corners displaying a quick, sheepish grin. “Everything is okay.” Must be too much pressure, it’s the only thought she had in mind when they encounter each other accidentally.

Keeping a more straight posture, palm patting the front of her pencil skirt to remove any wrinkles. It’s silent and the brunette forgotten about the countless pair of eyes that were looking straight at her, it’s forgotten. Or more like she was trying to forget about it. “I’d like to think so too.” For a moment, Naeun wasn’t too sure by what the woman in front of her was speaking about but it’s nice to hear once in a while. Simple words to calm her nerves down especially when the pressure was close to breaking her. “Thank you.”

[style-trek]

[highlystrvngout-deactivated2016]

"Oh, not at all.." He says in an enthusiastic tone and a bright smile though in truth, the whole thing still shocked him. Even more so when he caught a few French and Italian fashion terms in the note though he presumed that the female must have expected much from him from the portfolio he sent in. "Although, this is a different approach. Usually I would receive some sort of orientation. I am not complaining though. Change is good."

[vrsui]

She levels him with a look at his comment, giving him a quick once-over. The idea of a tour hadn't even crossed her mind, considering the fact that she wasn't usually the one in charge of meeting new staff members. Recovering quickly, she tries to mirror his enthusiasm (and fails). "Of course, I'd assumed that you pretty much knew the workings of our office; we're similar our workflow is pretty much standard. But if it's an orientation you're looking for..." Vera spins on her heels, giving him a small nod, an indication to follow her. "I'm sure we can arrange something."

[thegoodkidsx-deactivated2015020]

meet the muse;

[vrsui]

LEGAL NAME: veronica sui.

ALIAS[ES]: vera.

DATE OF BIRTH: 11 november.

GENDER | SPECIES: f | human.

PLACE OF BIRTH: seoul, korea.

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: her office a small apartment in the heart of the business district.

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: korean, chinese, french, english. in that order of fluency. 

EDUCATION: majored in communications, with a minor in entrepreneurship. 

OCCUPATION: editor-in-chief @ Décadence.

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: y | y | o(cassionally).

LIKE[S]: working in absolute silence • orderliness • the smell of an issue fresh off the press • first smoke of the day • scotch whiskey • black tea sloshed liberally with something extra • endless walks.

DISLIKE[S]: sunny weather • rainy weather • loud music (and loud people) • things moving in her office without her consent • coffee • unsalvageable messes.

FEAR[S]: complete failure at her career • rejection • not being able to one-up her old man.

PERSONALITY TRAIT[S]: reserved yet calculating • stubborn when it comes to her beliefs, and narrow minded at that • strives to be independent • snappy and focused • untrusting, and probably untrustworthy.

DISORDERS: — (doesn't know, doesn't want to know.)

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: chocolate brown.

EYE COLOR: see [hair color].

HEIGHT: 170 CM.

TATTOOS: a serpent slithering up her hip to her ribcage.

PIERCINGS: earlobes; other bodily piercings have been neglected.

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: step-siblings, never acquainted.

PARENT[S]: mother (french, teaches in seoul, idealistic wanderer) & father (chinese, high-achieving businessman, estranged).

CHILDREN: null.

PET[S]: possibly heedictate.

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL PREFERENCE: paperwork that reaps tons of money.

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: null.

[chiaso-deactivated20170220]

[txt: vera]:

↳ always work and never play. ↳ i’unno how you do that— ↳ anyway, i’m only slightly buzzed so i’m on my way.

[vrsui]

[ TXT TO - ISABELLA ]:

          ↳ it's called making a living.           ↳ i don't know how you do the exact opposite.           ↳ but i want my alcohol so i'll refrain from commenting.

[weltenwellen]

Nothing lasts,” she says, and there’s a little crack in her voice. “You think it’s going to. You think, ‘Here’s something I can hold on to,’ but it always slips away.’

Tim Tharp, The Spectacular Now  (via c-oquetry)

[girlannachronism]

Chanel spring 2015 rtw details

[xpenumbra]

Seoul Fashion Week S/S 2014 - D.GNAK

[haseki-sultan-deactivated201511]

my type of fashion show

[sometypeofblog]

I’ll swallow my blood before I swallow my pride.

Al Capone (via)

[vrsui]

❝I once stood at the edge of a cliff and thought about jumping.❞

                                                                                   • • • [ x | for mnjun ].         The rooftop was one of the places that Vera could count on on being empty. Mostly because she’d gone to great measures to ensure that she was the only person allowed past the security guard. And okay, smoking on a rooftop just about made the list for Top Office Clichés, but it was a cliché only because it works. Which was precisely why she didn’t appreciate seeing another person standing in her space.         Granted, the stranger wasn’t talking or moving or… doing anything, really. For a moment, Vera considered turning on her heel to return to her office; she had no desire to witness someone throwing himself from the top floor and straight onto the frontpage news. It bode ill, not only for her day in general, but her reputation in the print industry.          Her nicotine addiction, however, had a mind of its own. Heaving a loud sigh, she strides closer to the stranger, giving him a wide berth—all the space needed to illustrate that she was just here to take a glorified coffee break. She was already pulling out her lighter and cupping it against the warm wind. To his credit, the stranger didn’t move so much as a muscle, standing eerily rigid and looking far too deep in his own reverie.         Of course, the silence that fell was too good to be true. It only took the time for her to smoke a third of her cigarette before he starts opening his mouth to speak. Not to ask who she was, what she was doing here, not even to bum a stick off of her. But he began with a non-sequitor (“I once stood at the edge of a cliff and thought about jumping.”), something that Vera had nothing to say too. Sympathising with others wasn’t a strong trait of hers, especially not when she was in an irritable mood to begin with.         Then again, saying shut up would be too direct, and rolling her eyes was just plain bad manners, considering he was a stranger of undeterminable social standing. So Vera pulls out her pack of cigarettes instead, holding it out to him in hopes that he was tactful enough to understand.

[vrsui]

"There’s nowhere we can hide."

                                      ° ° °  ＤＣＤＬＯＢＢＹ @ 4 : 4 2 AM.  ›››

         Of all the things that Vera can imagine happening in her life, dragging a corpse across the carpeted floor of her office’s lobby isn’t one of them. Although she had to concede: the recurring urges to stab her partner and colleague were increasing in vividity and realness.          But Heechul exhaled his last breath by a complete accident. (That wouldn’t be the story splashed out on the headlines, though. The story they’d craft and recraft into perfection would be one that paints Heechul into everything he never was, and never could be. There was a reason why Vera hired Changmin—he was the framework to her structure of lies.)         ”Do you mind?” Changmin asked sharply, snapping her out of her jumbled, it’s-fucking-5-in-the-morning thoughts. “He’s heavier than he looks.” To that, Vera can only snort lightly, brushing back a few stray strands of her, then lifting her end of the makeshift body bag. The irony isn’t lost on her; the great Kim Heechul bundled up into what used to be a jacket bag, zipped up to the very top. He’d kick the bucket (again) if he could see himself going out this way.         ”We’re not going in my car,” Vera quickly declares, because she’d be completely fucked if they’re found out like this.          ”We’re not going in anyone’s car,” Changmin retorts without so much as looking at her. She could see his expression shift under the dimly lit—a bid to save money—lobby lighting, the almost audible click of his thoughts slotting into place. “There’s nowhere we can hide. We’ll have to bring him to the hospital.”         There’s silence for a moment, then Vera drops her end of the bag, Heechul’s head clunking loudly against the soft ground. With a firm shake of her head, she spits out, “We are not re-enacting Weekend at Bernie’s in the fucking hospital. Period.”                                                                                                 • • • [ ft. heedictate ].   

[jeongaeul]

The question took her off guard and she looked down at the full basket she was holding in both of her hands. A sheepish laugh left her lips and she looked back up at the woman, giving a light shrug. “I’m not obviously going to eat them all today or I’ll be sick for sure. But there was a promo on those chocolate snacks and I just couldn’t resist. Hopefully, it’ll last for more than two days.”

[vrsui]

At the stranger's next words, Vera's eyebrow raised even higher up. Two days? Sure, she was no longer the young adult who could consume caffeine and sugar at a snap of her fingers, but that much candy in two days was bound to have fucked up repercussions. Still, it wasn't her problem. "You're very—" She racked her brain for the right word to say without coming off as insulting, but ended up settling for a half-hearted shrug, an amused smirk playing on her lips.