angels and demons.

not the friendliest of places. ( lit. multi. au/oc. nsfw. )

[forgotten-nightmares-of-sakura]

私は、空に自分の名前を書いた I wrote your name in the sky しかし、風がそれを吹き飛ばした。 but the wind blew it away. 私は、砂の中に自分の名前を書いた I wrote your name in the sand しかし、波はそれを洗い流し。 but the waves washed it away. 私は、私の心に自分の名前を書いた I wrote your name in my heart そして永遠にそれがままになります。 and forever it will stay.

Unknown

[warmory-blog]

* the punishments doesn’t stop, ryvnza.

he swallowed thickly at the sight of the old friend. he doesn't remember the last time they had seen each other and perhaps, he didn’t want to remember either. it was no issue about closure or any of the sort but more of having to see him and feeling a sense of pandemonium breaking out in his head. a turmoil in his chest, and overall maelstrom through his veins. he knew yun to be a good kid. he almost grew up with him. but with his abilities being awakened, striking him in jolting pain every night reminded him that he had a path to follow and all signs point to no when it came to the childhood friend. this was tragic to him in many ways and even one of the reasons his blackened heart would ache.

sometimes he trails through a routine where he would do certain things in the name of his late sister. it was the only thing keeping him as human as possible, if he could admit. he nods at his direction in a manner that wasn’t done for any particular effect. if he didn’t think much of this encounter, he wouldn’t get the nightmares. that’s him being stubborn because if he could remember what his mentor had told him, all his dreams meant something. “hey, you know this place is for adults, right?” he teases with a faint smirk speckled in the corner of his mouth. “i didn’t think you’d ever come back to korea. what are you here for?” his gravelly voice echoed through the glass that he dipped his lips on before sipping on the beverage.

[dvoyd]

what doesn’t kill you doesn’t always make you stronger. sometimes it leaves you shattered; broken in a million pieces, and scattered to unforgiving winds in this hurricane of pain that never lets you rest. sometimes it leaves you weaker; hoping for an end that will never come, for a mercy that no amount of prayers can give your dirty, bloodstained soul, because you will never believe you deserve it. sometimes, what doesn’t kill you makes you wish that it did.

when punishment becomes reward | m.a.w

[warmory-blog]

he’s damaged.

he’s damaged just as you are,  but that’s the beauty of his existence. he’s damaged, so you won’t have to be afraid of hurting him. but you have to be afraid still. his capabilities are boundless. and they won’t be bound by anyone. not even you. if in rarity it does, you’re dead. you will be. you won’t have the chance to regret it anymore. and that’s the beauty of a life with him. him around meant this: no pain, no feelings, no regrets. nothing hurts.

instead you’ll find yourself in paradise and with a view of the world you’ll leave behind.

[warmory-blog]

Exulansis

n. the tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it—whether through envy or pity or simple foreignness—which allows it to drift away from the rest of your life story, until the memory itself feels out of place, almost mythical, wandering restlessly in the fog, no longer even looking for a place to land.

the fortune teller hadn’t any reason to pity herself or envy others. for as her purpose, she bore the eyes that could get a glimpse of the future. the voice that spreads through dreams and hallucinations. the finger pointing to the right and wrong path. but sure enough, there were a lot of things she was foreign to. like adversity, for one. the most struggle she’d experience was the death of her foster parent and even that she was quick to move on from what with a wherewithal to compensate for the loss. there was no denying the capitalistic half of her. true friendships. another on the long list. she wonders if she could have it now, at least if it was an option as she found herself admiring the goddess.

kozue’s being was perchance a bit recherche for the average human mind. so she hoped for at least yue to understand her true feelings. instead she lands on her cold surface. the ‘i wouldn’t know,’ and the ‘you’re your own person’ remarks that rendered her speechless. it wasn’t harsh if met by her eyes, glimmering despite her less than gentle words. beneath the smile, obscured was a wave of fire that hurled at kozue’s blackened heart.

there were no either or’s in her case.

envy. meeting yue concocted a preposterous sense of jealousy. they had a fair amount of similarities which makes for good common ground. a foundation even before a bond had been established, but in that same thought became the root for comparison. the goddess. that was what she was and the first reason to the hideous vice. her existence in itself.

pity. it was pathetic because she’d thought of herself superior to many. she carried herself wherever in great esteem and people kissed at her feet, glorifying her feats, and singing a song in her name like it was the gospel. now she was the one at her feet, begging for mercy. she shouldn’t have to. she shouldn’t be. but she’ll remember this moment of shame for as long as her conscience bothers her.

foreignness. and foreign turns its meaning upside down within her life. it wasn’t new. she was an outsider everywhere she went. ‘gaijin,’ that’s what they’d call her during her younger years. native chinese abandoned into the city of tokyo. adopted. now thrown into seoul. there was no place she belonged. the only reason she got away with the bullying was through the power her family had. a family of two. now one and she’s alone again. foreign, and part of a special group that she hadn’t found yet.

the two of them combined made for a tainted, arcane friendship right from the beginning. “it’s just different… why can’t you understand?” she says, frustration evident on her features.

[warmory-blog]

* this is your life now, ynseul.

the memory of akio’s sister remained engraved in his heart and mind. there would be times when he would blame himself for her death but such thoughts diminish with the comforting words of his muse, seulhee. she was a treasure to akio. they’ve only known each other for about a year but in the short period of being acquainted (even sharing a home—together), he had easily taken a liking for her. even his tight-lipped nature didn’t hold back the good intentions of the female.

often, he would look up at the night sky and find himself gazing at the stars, wishfully thinking one of them could be his sister watching over him and so, such an activity had become a favorite. the dearly missed diversion had akio drag the roommate along to incheon grand park on a cold night of january; one of the rare occasions they could ever spend time together outside of the apartment with busy schedules occupying their days.

looking left and right to see not much people were there, he found it to be the best setting. he wanted it to be as peaceful as possible. throwing a mantle atop the artificial turf grounds, he hadn’t been as full of vim and vigor as he was in the moment for a long time. “ah, how refreshing. i haven’t done this in so long!” he exclaimed, stepping into the covering and sitting down comfortably, resembling a picnic milieu.

glancing at his roommate, a tender snicker evaded his sultry lips. her dark eyes were just the right size and spaced evenly apart, sitting below thinly plucked eyebrows shaped into a deceivingly perfect arch that followed the slight curve of her eyes, lining as a natural extension to the nose that suggested an air of wisdom. he could ogle her for hours on end without question. it might have been another favorite next to gazing at the stars—not that he could openly say so.

if he could only exaggerate, her radiant aura resembled that of a star appearing near the horizon; scintillating. although her effect on him was more like a black hole exhibiting a strong gravitational attraction; one he could not escape, and he was fine with it. he yearned for warmth for the majority of his life and the only times it was given was in the caring tutelage of whom he was supposedly assigned to look after, his sister, and now, a young woman whose relation to akio was no better than a roommate, whereas for him, she was relevant beyond his world.

he shifted his gaze back up into the sky, the evident grin remaining on his features. with her mere presence delighting him, the gap between them was thrilling him even more. “we should do this more often.”

[warmory-blog]

do i wanna be here....

[kay--lay]

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[warmory-blog]

name of your muse(s): Akio Fukui

one picture you like with your muse’s fc:

two headcanons for your muse that you never told anyone: 1. He doesn’t like to be called Minjun because his mom gave the name which should have meant ‘bright sky’ when his life was symbolized by anything but. 2. He’s an avid gamer. This was developed in his time of depression; when he came to a point where he wanted to escape his reality. Rooting from that, some of his voice acting projects were for MMO’s.

three things your muse loves doing in their free time: 1. Going to the gym. 2. Stargazing. 3. Training with his mentor.

four people whom your muse loves, likes or respects: 1. His late family. 2. Seulhee. 3. Sensei. 4. Ryu.

three fond childhood memories: 1. Being with his sister. 2. The rare moments his parents would come home for dinner. 3. Learning how to fight and fend for himself.

two things your muse regrets: 1. Leaving his sister when she needed him most, eventually being the reason of her sudden death. 2. Making use of his potential when it was too late.

one thing they’d go through heaven or hell to save/change: 1. The death of his family.

[ask-meme-addicts]

Obscure Feelings drabble prompt meme

Send in a word for a drabble of our muses based on it.

Sonder: The realization that each passerby has a life as vivid and complex as your own.

Opia: The ambiguous intensity of looking someone in the eye, which can feel simultaneously invasive and vulnerable.

Monachopsis: The subtle but persistent feeling of being out of place.

Énouement: The bittersweetness of having arrived in the future, seeing how things turn out, but not being able to tell your past self.

Vellichor: The strange wistfulness of used bookshops.

Rubatosis: The unsettling awareness of your own heartbeat.

Kenopsia: The eerie, forlorn atmosphere of a place that is usually bustling with people but is now abandoned and quiet.

Mauerbauertraurigkeit: The inexplicable urge to push people away, even close friends who you really like.

Jouska: A hypothetical conversation that you compulsively play out in your head.

Chrysalism: The amniotic tranquility of being indoors during a thunderstorm.

Vemödalen: The frustration of photographic something amazing when thousands of identical photos already exist.

Anecdoche: A conversation in which everyone is talking, but nobody is listening

Ellipsism: A sadness that you’ll never be able to know how history will turn out.

Kuebiko: A state of exhaustion inspired by acts of senseless violence.

Lachesism: The desire to be struck by disaster – to survive a plane crash, or to lose everything in a fire.

Exulansis: The tendency to give up trying to talk about an experience because people are unable to relate to it.

Adronitis: Frustration with how long it takes to get to know someone.

Rückkehrunruhe: The feeling of returning home after an immersive trip only to find it fading rapidly from your awareness.

Nodus Tollens: The realization that the plot of your life doesn’t make sense to you anymore.

Onism: The frustration of being stuck in just one body, that inhabits only one place at a time.

Liberosis: The desire to care less about things.

Altschmerz: Weariness with the same old issues that you’ve always had – the same boring flaws and anxieties that you’ve been gnawing on for years.

Occhiolism: The awareness of the smallness of your perspective.

[wnq-writers]

She’s got the looks of a lion, the heart of a wolf, Eyes like a cats, crooked smile like a snake's. How can you trust someone so wild? Paradoxically speaking, how could you not? She runs deeper than the ocean, A mind as wide as outer space, She’ll spurt out words of fire like an erupted volcano, but try to soothe it over like the soft oceanic waves of passion. Flowers bloom from her rib-cage and needles protrude from her back, A great oak tree with roots as deep as time, But yet as free as a bird during flight. Can you trust the girl who’s as wild as any animal, and as mysterious as the unknown? Even if you didn’t, You would still be consumed by the thought of her. Dancing in a wild flower field, Forever entrapped by Nature.”

Unknown

[warmory-blog]

* it starts with suerotonin.

"i can’t tell or i’d have to kill you.” a smirk plays on his lips over the obvious joke. the words leaving his mouth giving him a funny feeling of relief. it was a burden to fake every human interaction. most people did, except he faked everything. even friendships. though there were some anomalies. if there was someone truly close to him—the one relation that wasn’t part of his disguise—besides his adoptive sister, it was sueji.

around her, he behaves in a way that suggests he feels some rudimentary human connection. the descriptive, gruesome stories he pretended to create didn’t make her queasy and he was genuinely laughing with her. if he was capable of love, oh how he would have loved her. the tragic part of that was even she couldn’t find about his secret. his most important one. it didn’t bother him but the arguments would take away some of his sleep. now that that was out, it was time to change the subject before it dragged onto a confession never meant to be said. 

“so, i’ve got the tickets to the ice festival at gangwon-do already. next week, alright? don’t forget.” he winks at her and clicks his tongue against his inner cheek then turns his back on her, then he realizes what he always missed. “oh—” he steps back, head turning to reach her sight. “how was your day?” he says cautiously with a soft tone as he swings himself back to face her. he was learning. or rather, relearning. since his father had passed, there was no one to remind him what underlays social synergy except sueji.

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[warmory-blog]

the sick panicky feeling floods over him. plagued, waking up screaming nightmares. no one wanted to hear the apocalyptic phone calls and he was left lurching at his own two feet. with thoughts taking a cruel twist an endless refrain sits in the back of his mind, the rallying call shouted and sung in unison by the crowd of divine; the fraction of his conscience remaining was a hint of lucidity beneath delusions

"someone catch me. i can't control myself."