miengsol

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moving blogs.

hello! i know i haven't been on this blog like I swore I would be ^^', but I came to this realization ( although deep down, i probably knew it all along... ). this muse isn't nearly as active as he used to be and while I still do plan on writing him, it's harder for me to summon his muse when he's on a blog all on his own.

so to cut down on blog hopping and blog maintenance, i'm moving him over to my multimuse. i'll keep all his threads ( should you still want to keep writing with us, of course ) and will answer them over there. if we have an ongoing thread, feel free to give it a follow!

thank you so much for the good times on here and hope to see you over on my multimuse!

all the best, ferre 🌻

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dipping my toes in here to take a survey: do people like SINGLE DADS? okay, how about a competent, fiercely caring single dad who gives great advice but seldom follows it himself...oh and he gets dragged into court as a medical expert on occasion but we don't need to talk about that :)

if you're interested, please give a like/follow and I'll take a look at your blog. please be sure to read the rules also before following!

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My muse in a relationship ?s

Please include if you want answers for a particular verse or ship.

🤗Are they physically affectionate?  🎶Do they have a type? 😡What are their deal breakers? ↕️Are they sub, dom or switch? ⏰How long do their relationships tend to last? 💍Would they ever get married? 🏷️Do they give their partners cute nicknames? 💋Are they more sensual or sexual? 📖What is their favorite outside of the bedroom activity to do with their partner? 🛏What is their favorite bedroom activity to do with their partner? 💚Are they prone to jealousy? 😘Does their demeanor change when in a relationship?  👫Do they display affection in public? What about in private? 💕Are they open to threesomes or a polyamorous relationship? 💔Do they have a certain type of person they will not enter into a relationship with? 💝How long until they feel secure and comfortable in a relationship? 🤐Would they ever confess their feelings first? ❌Would they ever cheat on their partner? 👨‍👩‍👧‍👦Do they want children? 🐶Are they a cuddler? 🔮Do they believe in soul mates? ⚔️ Are they protective of their partner? 🚀 How far are they willing to go for the person they love? ❤️ Do they fall in love easily? 📺 Do they share information about their relationships freely with friends and family? ♦️Are they concerned with the social status of their partner? 💭 Do they tend to sleep better when in bed with their partner?

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also if you're curious to know why this url, here you go:

miếng: a piece. viet*namese has multiple classifiers so if you wanted to refer to a piece of something, you would say, for example, 'a piece of cake' or 'miếng bánh ngọt'. the item in question will change what classifier is used, so 'a dog' would be 'con chó' and 'a banana' would be 'trái chuối'. his wife (is) was viet*namese so he's conversational in the language.

sol: pretty self explanatory, but it means sun and it's the name of calum's child so...

miếngsol: a piece of the sun

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continued from here. / @irrwicht

Another nervous chuckle on Calum’s end. “Uh…I got lucky?” Granted that period of his life, specifically the moments leading up to his transformation is blurry. The memories there only sharpen once he woke up with the bite on his neck. Calum scratches his cheek in apprehension. “My pack um…they actually found me and we kinda just um, clicked.” That and it was easier to stay than look for a new one. Most of the members liked Sol anyway. But this is all to say, none of these tidbits would be useful to Hiro, would it? And there is a thought– a thought that bubbles to the surface without any warning. “What if I asked my pack to take you in?” A pause, he blushes at the suggestion. Is this too bold of him to suggest? “You…You already get along with me so, uh, my pack might…like you too?”

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a heart attack. → “Um…maybe you shouldn’t say that in front of uh–” He’s trying not to look at the police officers just out of earshot.

OPEN STARTER | Patrick Finch

"I condone lying. I encourage it, even. I recommend it. I could hardly live without it."

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hello!! just wanted to say that renovations for this blog is finally complete so I'll be posting a few drafts I got done yesterday ♡ for the most part, things will still run the way it before with just one exception:

i decided to combine his ace attorney verse with his main verse. i'd also like to make more use of his 2D icons so basically this blog hopefully can be both an animanga and a RL muse bloggo...will make a promo in that realm while I'm at it ♡

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MIENGSOL. single muse blog. selective & private. 21+ & viet mun. est time zone. found by FERRE. MOVED.

"when will you realize you already carry a piece of the sun in yourself?" a study in the duality of selflessness and selfishness and the inevitability and necessity of change.

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tags. ignore.

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tenderpulsive → MIENGSOL

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before i start implementing my renovations on this blog, any advice on how to revive a character you still love and want to bring back, but also tends to be very picky on who he connects with?? asking for a friend :'D

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thoughts of me revamping this blog 🤔🤔🤔

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i miss writing him as much as i used too :'D

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this actually does not surprise me! that being said, I also did...think he was more autumn-coded, but that might also simply be because that's when his birthday is....maybe when he was younger and tad more insecure he was spring coded, but I do!! genuinely think as he got older ( aka had more responsibilities ), he becomes more...fall-coded?

but that's just what i think, i'm just going by vibes here :'DDD

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adam. ➜ “Wait, are you sure, I can do more-ah!“ It happens quicker than Calum can realize- one minute he’s trying to wrap his head around Adam’s request ( a simple one at that too; Calum almost wishes it could be more complex, something more difficult to take his mind off of everything else- ), and in the next, something hot and tight engulfs him and all he can do is jerk forward from the sheer pleasure, moaning. His hands, spasming, instinctively bunch the sheets beneath onto the sheets beneath and slack jawed, through eyes that can barely stay open, he finally looks at his boyfriend, now sucking him off.

He lets out a quieter cry of pleasure as the heat rushes to his cheeks, his neck, and then everywhere else. It’s not like he doesn’t know what’s going on, but well, this is the first time he’s met a guy so willing to give head. And the image alone is enough to fluster Calum in all the best ways- he can only hope he doesn’t look as unraveled to Adam as he feels.  Legs trembling and trying not to topple over, Calum takes labored breaths in an attempt to muffle his moans. He rests a hand in Adam’s hair.  

“Feels good,” he says, voice scarce as he tries not to completely unravel right there and then. That would be embarrassing and sure, Calum may not have done this in a long time, but that doesn’t mean he can’t have some form of stamina. “A-Adam, you don’t have to, ah-“ A tremor rakes through. His fingers card through Adam’s trimmed locks as Calum continues to burn in a combination of bliss and bashfulness. “You don’t have to go all the way-“

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A lot of thoughts may have raced through Calum’s mind, none of which was let on with how he looked to the older, meanwhile Adam was completely focused. The determination of bringing the greatest pleasure to his boyfriend while getting to finally explore all of him was all that pushed him. In no way was he inexperienced not did he shy away from openly showing all of his love and desire. Every sound, every sigh even, drove him further as his tongue felt along the other man’s torso, exploring skin and flesh while leaving behind his own marks on the light skin. With a growl muffled against Calum’s chest it was obvious that Adam was taking to the way his hair was pulled as well that the sweet plea that filled the air. His lover could not have possibly sounded any sexier. Then as he was naked before him it all overcame the Shadowhunter who found himself enamored with the picture, fingers tracing thighs intently as he did not in the least bit feel ridiculed by that wonderful laughter. Instead he leaned up to him, hands carefully brushing over Calums own that his away his face and gentle, he gave them a tug. “Look at me, bébé.” Lips brushed a tender kiss to what was exposed, in this case a hint of his forehead. “All you need to do for me is look at me.” Adam explaoned while he reached down again to caress Calum’s inner thighs, guiding them to spread just a little more before he slid down in one fluid, quick motion to be on eye level with his arousal once more. Dark eyes peered up to his boyfriend, curious to see if he would gain the courage to look at him while his lips pressed a kiss just underneath the head of the length, eventually following it down along the shaft until his warm tongue pressed flat against it and brushed back up again where he would finally engulf it fully.

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ilana. ➜ They’ve done it plenty of times before, but this time, it all feels…new. Like he’s swam into uncharted waters with no map. From the sound of the door clicking shut to the chill of the room settling on his skin to her foot pressing against his torso, it sends a chill down his spine. Or would it be more accurate to call it a thrill instead? Either way, anticipation swells and seeps out, coursing through his body alongside blood. 

Calum doesn’t give up control. Doesn’t let his guard down. Doesn’t trust much either- how is he supposed to when there’s a little soap bubble he has to keep from popping? Even in the bedroom, one can never know when danger will strike, whether the target will be on his head or something else. There’s a reason they say the bedroom is the most vulnerable place to stay in. It’s no wonder Ilana has made it her domain, her throne.

He doesn’t know how she’s looking at him right now, doesn’t know how he must appear either, but the breath he was holding only comes out when she’s straddled him. He manages to resist the urge to kiss her, but can’t stop himself from grinding against her. Can’t stop the groan coming out of his lips either as the heat below spreads out, burning the air in  his lungs. Gods, to be marked by her, to be drowned taken to ecstasy by her-

Is this what it means to be pulled in by a siren? “I won’t. Never.” He promises. And what is Calum, but a man who keeps to his word? His fingers are lace together over her gown, the tips pressing between the holes of the fabric against her skin. “I’ll be yours for as long as you’ll have me.”

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It takes him more than a few minutes to come back. He’s not quite sure when the silk over his eyes fell off- or maybe she loosened it for him- but in the aftermath, he keeps his eyes shut as he reminds himself to breathe. In and out, in and out. The air is cool on his skin now as the bedsheets beneath him warm him up and his neck. Well his back too- they smart. 

It feels good though. Hurts in all the right ways.

“You…you good? I just…give me a second.” He says, blissed out but still heaving. He turns his head towards her, or at least where he thinks she’s rolled off of him towards. “I’ll be good in a minute.”

They do give her their trust, them, the ones she locks eyes with, the ones who reveal all dirty little secrets to her. The siren takes care of these secrets confided in her, she never plays with them, no, she nests them, nurturs them. Is it why it's so easy to trip and fall into the depth of her eyes? Never she shared her secrets back. Sometimes it was out of fear, knowing her demons were too grand to be revealed - sometimes it was out of care, not wanting to let anyone fall in the same holes she did. "Do you trust me?" She asks, her fingers playing with the delicacy of the fold in between her fingers, the one she used when singing tonight. He steals the fold from her fingers, wrapping it around his own eyes. A smile graces her lips as he speaks. Yes. He trusts her. She guides him then, her barefoot steps silent on the floor as they find themselves in the bedroom. The door is closed behind her back and oh, she cannot get enough of the sight of him like this.

Ilana watches his every move, when he sits down for her, awaiting for more of her touch, awaiting for her demands. Her dress is white, flowy against her skin. Light, her leg is lifted, and her foot placed down his torso of his unbutton shirt. This body of his, broad, muscular is a treat to Ilana's eyes and hunger. Calum is just the way she likes her men : strong yet tender and one who would let her do anything she wants of them. Well, she would let him do anything he wants of her too, soon. "This sight of you, offering yourself fully to me, body and mind, is turning me on to the core. I will eat you alive if I don't control myself. But mmm I want to savour you, get under your skin, little by little, piece by piece." The tip of her foot is pressed lightly against his torso, giving it a push, for fun, admiring the view just a little more. Her leg delicately slides then, as she places her knee down the bed, the other as well, straddling him. Heat is rushing under her skin as she feels his hands snaking up, holding onto her hips, the silk of her long and white dress moving up, exposing the porcelain of her thighs. Her arms are wrapped around his neck, her nose pressed against his, her inner thighs down his crotch, he wants to feel him as she pushes her core against his bulb. "I feel like marking you tonight. With my skin, my nails, my teeth. My candles. That's where I want to take you. I want your skin to turn so sensitive, I can feel your bone. " Ilana speaks into his ear, her teeth catching his lobe. "If I disappear one day." She speaks, again. "Tell me your skin will never forget me."

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hiro. ➜ Perhaps Hiro does not realize this, but at this point, if he stopped coming in, Calum would go out of his way to check on him. It comes with being a nurse and the unofficial medic of his pack: there is always someone who needs to be taken care of and nine out of ten times, the duty of seeing to that goes to Calum. “I see,” He starts, setting the wipe down. “You…You know that’s probably not normal, even for a werewolf.” From his experience anyways- it takes time, his pack leader told him, maintaining awareness when the wolf is out. Calum’s no psych expert anyways. He turns towards his medic kit for the bandages. “Are you sure you can’t just…I don’t know, join a pack? You’d be safer that way, wouldn’t you? There’d be people who can help you when you really need it the most.” He chuckles albeit nervously. “At least, if you were in mine, I wouldn’t have to keep meeting you like this all the time.”

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It’d be more concerning now to see Hiro walk in without any injuries- at this point Calum’s come to associate Hiro with injuries the same way his own pack associates Calum with medicine. He leans forward now, at eye level with his most frequent patient, and frowns. Hiro doesn’t remember? “You don’t have a concussion, do you? Short term memory loss is usually one of the symptoms.” He wipes the cut on Hiro’s mouth with an alcohol wipe, not bothering to warn about the stinging. Hiro already knew what he was getting himself into from the start. “Actually, I’d rather you just go to the hospital instead to get it treated. There’s only so much I can do with a travel kit.” A few more swipes over his mouth. “…No, but it’s going to hurt to open your mouth for a while. I’d say to get it looked over by the hospital, but…” He eyes Hiro with a mixture of exasperation and sympathy. “You don’t want to, do you?”

There were plenty of reasons to not have this incident on record at the hospital, the most dire one being that Hiro had no idea who he had brawled with nor what happened to the other person. It was best to keep himself on the down low just in case. Coming to Calum for this made him feel even worse though. It was not like the older was responsible for him nor did he have any obligation to help him out. The fact that this was not the first time had a knot form in his throat. Calum was too kind, especially helping someone not belonging to his pack. “Uhm, I’m not sure. I rarely..remember things after I get angry.” Unconsciously he brushed his fingers into his hair, swiping along his temple at the thought of being concussed. He was going to be fine, right? Werewolves were tough. “No…” Ashamed his gaze lowered even further until eventually he opted on just closing them completely. “I’m sorry..for all the trouble.”