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An AU Idea For Our Muses: An AU about all your muses meeting Seungjun differently and then somehow connecting but like at the end it turns out it was all just a book Tyler wrote and Seungjun never existed. 

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[pleicdes]

Hi

so.. I lost track of everything and my notification list is bombarded with notifs of a prompt list post and I have no energy to dig deep into that list so yeah, I will just try to keep track of the threads that I have on my drafts. I will try to reply to all of them as long as the muse is there. I might drop some and if I do, I’ll be sure to tell you. 

If anyone wants to drop threads, feel free to tell me. And if anyone wants to write a new one, hit me up! I may still not be as active as I used to, but I will try my best to write from time to time, as long as my time and energy allows me to.

[pleicdes]

There are people in my head. They are quiet and polite during the day; but at the end of the day when I’m lying down on my bed, they turn into monsters that will eat me from inside. It’s my own psychological war.

sauuvagee (via wnq-writers)

[pleicdes]

continued || @eloquent-nightmare

“One would be foolish to lie to you, Miss Lee,” he says smoothly. He’s working on reining both his emotions and powers. At least there’s no longer any hint of ice surrounding him when his emotions flare. “You are too intelligent and resourceful for me to even bother trying.” If there’s anything he will give to the older Lee sister, it would be her resourcefulness and her quick wit. He has suspicions, but he needs more proof before he makes any decisions. However, Lorraine is further off her rocker than Adrian thought. Family drama is the absolute worst. When other people are involved, it gets messy. He shakes his head. “Didn’t know your half-wit of a sister had such inferiority issues that anyone loyal to you was thrown out or forcibly shipped off to branches outside Seoul.” He rolls his eyes at the older woman. Had she been some other boss, he would have probably been slapped across the face for impudence.  “In case you didn’t get the memo, there were some traitors in the board of directors who staged a nice little coup to throw me, and a bunch of others loyal to you, out of the company,” he says like he’s just discussing the weather. He sorts his papers just so he doesn’t have to look at what he thinks is a misdirected disappointment. “Apparently they don’t trust someone outside the family to run the show. Im Youngmin will probably know more, but last I saw him, we both had guns pointed at our heads in this office. Not going to lie, I only accepted the offer to come back here because they said you’re running the show again.”

[ ☥ ] And such a brave fool, you are!

She wouldn’t even dare hide the contempt in her face, evident in the way her brow raises upon such words that is a clear lie spit right on her face. The way he laces his words with compliments is very much like him. Or like her. Runs in the genes, yeah? Probably. “If you know me well, you wouldn’t even say that, Adrian Lee.” Lorraine reunites with the chair that was and supposed to be still her throne, her leather cushion replaced with softer ones. Samantha.

Goddamn. Replaced her chair when that incompetent woman doesn’t even use it. Great job, Samantha.

Stretched legs made its way across the desk, pointed heels used to tip over the marble plate engraved with her sister’s name before retracting it and easing onto her seat. “Stupid little girl made my office her own little play place.”

“They don’t trust someone outside, yet they trust someone who barely knows the business? What fuckery is that?” Yet in all honesty, she could not trust him either. Maybe she did, back when her doubts about this young man wasn’t supplemented yet with facts that may seem to be a little too coincidental. Like the way he bears the same surname. Or even his age. Or just as how he had winded up in this company, out of all companies out there.  

No one is to be trusted now.

“One question first.” Her fingers play along the papers piled on the desk, all left to be signed by their current CEO, and she could almost laugh at how absurd Samantha’s name is printed over once was hers. She could laugh at it, but decided to crumple it on her palms instead before throwing it to the trash bin, just as how she will trash that sister out of her office. “Are you on my side, Adrian?”

And then she leans, arms on the desk, eyes straight on him.

“Are you really on my side?”

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ddokddokyoung:

Inyoung purses his lips in thought, really thinking back to if he’s met even one person that has claimed to have seen ghosts before. Considering the amount of crazy people hanging about him at all times, it is most likely. For good ten seconds Inyoung stops everything he’s doing, even breathing, and waits if any funny feeling would travel through him that very moment. Nothing happens. “So you’ve felt that before? Unexplainable cool air…” Inyoung murmurs softly and rubs his arms as if the cold has been there. There’s a shiver that’s caused by his own chilly hands, and he wonders briefly if he’s meant to be touched by the living, the barrier between him and spirits just too thick.

Knowing everything in the house is Dio’s makes Inyoung braver and brasher. Suddenly there’s nothing in his eyes that feels sacred and his imagination runs wilder thinking anything could become his, even window panels or pieces of wallpaper. Though of course, he has always been fascinated with what happens to be the smallest. When it comes to matter, his greed is bottomless. Sometimes there’s a little voice in the back of his head reminding people are tender, and their feeling should be taken into consideration. Sometimes he’s too excited and forgets all about it.

“Grandma would definitely smile! You are spoiling her, hyung. She will feel so important having something all the way from Europe. She urges me to leave, too, but I don’t really want to…” Inyoung hums with a tiny smile. It was always more fun to hear of other’s adventures and imagine everything rather than actually see it. They haven’t discussed Dio’s trip in detail yet, but Inyoung trusts they’ll come by the topic later. Perhaps over a meal, or when he’ll hand souvenirs to his grandmother. Now he’s too frantic to go deep into anything, fingering all items he finds from Dio’s drawer instead of focusing in words.

“Sounds like everything’s well. Do you have pictures of them, though? If you do, you should show me one of Minjae,” Inyoung glances at Dio. Although Dio is acquainted with his family, he doesn’t know much of the people around his friend. They’re brought up briefly in brief conversations, so Inyoung has a hunch who they might be and what kind. More is kept in the dark than he can imagine.

Inyoung keeps watching all things he’s found from the cabinet, indecisive and overwhelmed. He could take all them, ask if he could. He hasn’t decided on anything before Dio offers to direct him elsewhere, making him swiftly close the drawer. “You should find one for me,” Inyoung confirms with a sense of relief, inching closer to the other. “I like everything here. So show me all the things you don’t need…”

[ ✈ ] Now, come to think of it. The unusual chill may be something unusual, and maybe a little terrifying for someone who is afraid of these peculiar happenings. The cold, the first time he felt it, he embraced it like it was carrying warmth along with it. It was as though the air shaped into his mother’s arms, as though the cold transformed into her warm embrace, enveloping him the way she did when he was young or the way she trapped him around her fragile body with the little strength left on her. Maybe that was why he has grown so used to the cold. He embraced it thinking it was warmth.

A failed conception of the mind.

“Yup, not that I want to scare you, but yes, I did, indeed. But who knows? Maybe those ghosts are selective. Maybe they won’t bother you. If they do really exist.” His lips are pressed, quivering, a chuckle threatening its release as he observes the younger. Finally, he lets it out, one hand extending to lightly pat his shoulder. “Chill. It’s just the air.” Just the air. Right.

“I wouldn’t mind spoiling a lovely grandmother such as her.” And perhaps it is a fact that he may have treated the old woman like the way he would his grandmother or even his mother. A displacement of affections that has lost its recipient – but the woman deserves it. She’s kind, he sees it in the way she had taken good care of Inyoung and even of him in the few instances when he’d visit her. There was warmth in her that only mothers can give. “Grandma should always feel she’s very important. And don’t worry, I have something for you too. I’ll bring it once I drop by your house.” He turns to him, just after he had stuffed his bag with a roll of paper he has found in one of the drawers. “I had no intentions of travelling before, but there’s something about it that makes you discover yourself, bit by bit. Especially when you’re by yourself. Is there any country or just a place you’d always dreamed of visiting?” Inyoung is capable of going elsewhere, but Dio wouldn’t really blame him if he doesn’t want to. Who would want to leave from a place you felt safe all the time?

( When it starts to feel unsafe. )

He keeps the thought to himself.

“Oh, I have more than just a photo. I have videos of Minjae. He’s a lovely child.” Perhaps his family’s past may be too unsettling to discuss but be it about Minjae and he’d be more than willing to share. It is one of the brighter parts of the story of his life – half connected by blood yet a child he adored so much. Blissful innocence, as it is something he had lost early on, amazes him. “I’ll show you later over dinner, how’s that?” He glances back at him before he stood up to proceed to his room.

The room is a cage where memories are kept aside from the inner crevices of his mind. One step into the room and it will all come rushing in, moments such as her mother sneaking inside on an early morning, to plant kisses on his face to wake him up. Or such as whenever he hears two firm knocks on his door and he knew it’s his father. Or when he, at nine years old, enters the room alone, bruised body and heart, gentle face tainted with blood and tears. These and all other memories are the true ghosts of this house.

He decides to lock it down. His thoughts. The door that paves way for memories to surge.

He enters, goes straight to his closet to get a notebook – his music notebook he had left, and then that one box of old things, before he rushes back to the living room. The soft click of the doorknob that signifies the closing of the bedroom’s door relieves him.

“Have you ever had a cassette tape player before?” He motions Inyoung to follow him as he sat on the carpet instead, picking up things from the box. He knows he had it here somewhere, so his hands dived into the pile of plastic toys and play cards until he feels the cold metal upon his fingers. Scooping it up, Dio sees the player he had used for a good several years. It has a tape inside – he barely knows the contents. Maybe some silly voice recordings he did before, maybe an actual song he composed when he was young, or maybe a recording of the sounds of the streets. “Let’s see if this one still works, you can have it if it does.” One ear piece is placed on his one ear while he raised the other one for the younger to take. He is ready to press play and he wishes the sound to be the latest out of the three. He liked it best. The city streets have always calmed him.

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Way Back Home | Ilseong & Hangil

@kiceun

[ ☞ ] The day is in its usual – the vast skies shed enough gloom, dark in its hues, and there is little to no sun to be seen. It was just the same as the day three years ago – when everything just fell apart. Three years, and maybe longer, if he takes into account when it actually started – when a once tightly knitted bond was severed by circumstances and actions that he never thought would be detrimental to their lives. Hangil only wanted to do his best to pursue his dream, a dream that may have been too ambitious for someone like him, for someone who bears a name that is almost a curse in his being.

With his name is a curse and a fate he could probably never run away from.

Hangil couldn’t. But the younger could.

The three years that stretched them apart tore him inside – each day spent in utter regret yet there is no choice left. He had failed his family once. He had failed to save her. And so Hangil must save him. To distance the younger away from the rotten and wicked world that they were bound to live in could’ve been the best option, but to see from the distance how the younger’s life derail from the life Hangil wants him to have scalds deep within him, for he could only look from afar – he cannot do anything.

Even if there were bruises on his skin that he wanted so much to tend, to blow to like the way he did when he was a child, he just stood from afar, hands clenched, nails digging deep into his skin, letting the pain claw at him for what he had done to the younger’s child.

And today, much like the murk that envelops his presence, he stands from afar, nails clawing at his palm as he clenches his fists – frustration and apprehensions mixed in. Amidst the busy crowd, he finally peels himself from the pillar where he used to watch the younger walk by, camouflaging like normal people on the streets – a suit hugging his figure while standing there, eyes searching for that young boy with deep eyes.

He has to see him. He’d seem him on numerous times, but he has to see him. Today, especially of all days.

He waits, and waits, and waits. Three years is long enough.

( Three years may be a little too late. )

[pleicdes]

I destroy myself, piece for piece, because no one ever taught that loving myself has been an option.

thoughts #36 | r.m (via ibuzoo)

[pleicdes]

pleicdes :))))

            ✖    Send me a url and I’ll write some positivity for it.   @pleicdes​

Should I be honest?This person is the worst, like literally. They just observe you, find out your weaknesses, then attack you with the things you need to survive. They come to you with a smile and a plate with the plot you need to keep living, and that’s it. You’re gone. You’re dead. You’re hopeless and you’re theirs to manipulate for the rest of your life. Yeah, absolutely the worst.Rp aside? HA HA HA HA …. Run away unless you want to have withdrawal symptoms whenever they aren’t around. Oh and they’re not around most of the time so =) I just sympathize with everyone who got fooled and lured into their trap. I feel you.

 For their future victims, may you have the strength to survive. 

[pleicdes]

      no longer i discern the warmth in your eyes,       the arms that used to embrace me in cold nights       are now remote and no longer close to wipe away       my endless tears which will just not halt.                ( i can taste the blood drawing from my lip once you’ve                allowed your raging fist meet my face, after all this time… )       you’re no longer my guidance and protection, my home,        my shelter to run to when i’m dreading the world and its woes.       youre are now ferocious and brutal – as you’ve sworn to never become.                                                  you’ve changed. 

                       i want my brother back.

[pleicdes]

xvrwxrld :

Mimi didn’t ask questions. She didn’t have to when she knew she would get paid exactly what had been agreed upon. Her only condition is that her shop wouldn’t be compromised by the cars that came in and out. She rarely ever got questioned by the police but wouldn’t hesitate to do what she needed to in order to protect her own. That was why she enjoyed dealing with Yuudai on occasion. Unlike the other scum she dealt with she didn’t need to question him. Business was clean, fast and steady when it came to him. He got what he needed to be done and she got her paycheck. Easy.

“Listen. I already have 3 here from last week… you got to give me a break. I can’t take two more now.” she says looking back at the other from over her shoulder. “What’s the rush anyway. You gave me a deadline for next week.”

[ ⚔ ] Clean and fast work was all he needed, although the first would be relative, as the whole predicament is never clean to begin with. But he needed someone to do the job not well, but excellently. Clean. And fast. And that is how they have described the young woman. True to their words, she is. Perhaps it is the reason her shop has been known especially in their business. Because Yuudai demands perfection. And the best.

At this job, she is. For now at the very least. And it might change depending on the outcome of this job order.

His hands dived inside the pockets of his slack, one foot bearing his weight as the other is flexed. His eyes wander from the garage, from the luxury cars he had brought last week for a ‘fix’ to the woman working with grease on both hands. “Two more wouldn’t be much of a hard work for you, as far as I know.” One hand fishes out the keys from his pocket and playing it in between his fingers. “Client needs it at the end of the week. Simple as that.”

True enough, the rush wasn’t his own will, but the deal entailed more money and how could he pass on that?

“I’ll pay you double. Maybe it’ll motivate you.”

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continued || @destructiveurgxs

The words rolled off Mingyu’s lips just as easily as the puff of air that followed when he exhaled. His eyed had not left the book he was reading nor did he stop what he was doing for a split of a second to utter words that would usually be said with a certain emotion attached to them. His were…. cold. They were a fact. He was reciting a fact just like the numerous he was reading off the academic text book on his lap. It wasn’t the first time for Ming to hear those words, but this time, the words were ominous.

You don’t have to go. You’re staying with me.  They can manage without you. Go do those things for me.  I forgot to bring this and that, get them for me.

There were many more times that Mingyu have stated his ownership over his friend or subject like he thought of him. Ming knew he was only a toy to the other, a way for him to keep himself entertained when bored. A distraction when he can’t make his way through the mess in his head. Ming knew all that, and he was content with playing that role. If it helped Gyu feel better then he was willing to do it for him. Gyu has always managed to rank at the top of his priorities. He allowed him to do as he pleased, to say what he pleased even if the cost was something Mingyu would have to bear alone.

“No. I don’t.” He finally responded. Years of silence were supposed to continue. That was how he always imagined it, but something inside him didn’t settle for that. “Maybe I did.. at some point.” But now, it’s different. Maybe I did when the fire danced brightly behind us and casted shadows around us. Maybe I did when your eyes spoke truth, and nothing but sincerity in the middle of the night. Maybe I did when … it doesn’t matter anymore.

[ ☯ ] There were no reservations as to how the words dripped from this lips like a venom, more vile than the smoke, more addicting than the nicotine spreading his entire system with his second stick. His low voice and indifference spoke in a matter-of-fact tone. Mingyu had claimed him, more than the other would’ve realized, more than he himself could’ve realized at this point. And it is because of this fact that it irks him to an extent whenever he would see Ming in another company than him, or a company that he felt threatening.

Threatening in what sense? That that company would be better enough for Ming to leave him finally?

Any person in Ming’s life would’ve been better, in all honesty, and it is something Mingyu himself has known.

But doesn’t care about it. At all.

Ming should always be his. He will. He must.

And that is why Mingyu has been taken aback by what the other responded, yet hidden in his stoic expression with eyes that linger blankly on the page of the book that he was reading (or pretending to read). He tried to maintain the indifference, but his brows had already bumped together in a scowl, irritation beginning to stir inside of him.

“Oh really?” He says after a few seconds of silence and of gritting his teeth in anger. How dare he? How dare he defy him and tell otherwise? How dare he speak words that cuts deep in him, more than he could ever acknowledge? How dare he break away from his hold?

( How dare you, Mingyu, take him by your hand only to wrap it around his neck and choke him? Only to wrap it around his heart and devour it? )

A little less than one second is all it takes for the book to fly and fall to the floor, abandoned, and a hand to grip along Ming’s lower jaw. A little less than an inch is the space between anger and despair, in between two set of eyes that had nothing but pure pain yet neither can both read well. There’s only the anger glazed that they can see. And Ming’s anger is now fuming.

“You are mine. You were, you are, and you will be.”

A matter-of-fact tone ingrained with a piercing glare and fingers sinking deep in his skin.

[pleicdes]

Updates!

I’ll slowly get back to writing soon, as it may have seem that I abandoned this account (along with the other accounts that I have. fml), but I didn’t. Been through a lot of various things during the past months and I could not get into writing even if I wanted to, but I will try to write a few now. In lieu with that, here are some changes.

1. I will be dropping few threads as I’ve lost the muse for it (and probably the other party as well). I am really sorry for this but please, I am open for a new thread to work on. I’ll focus more on plotted threads as it’s easier to write. I will respond to the other threads, but please tell me if you want to drop it and start anew.

Threads to be dropped: @reiinstated​ , @fractured​ , @cchilyoja​ ( I am really really really sorry!!)

Pending replies: @ddokddokyoung , @destructiveurgxs , @pxlimpsest , @xvrwxrld  

Inbox: @dcmnation , @destructiveurgxs

These are all my pending replies, so if I forgot yours, do tell me. I haven’t been here for a whole while so I am sorry if I missed yours (plus my notifications are filled with those from the word prompt thing >< )

2. Because of life matters and all, I will still be slow, but will definitely try to be active. You can reach me thru discord or line instead as I do not always go on laptop like before. (IM for the usernames pls.)

3. I will be transferring one old muse here and adding a new muse, too. So I will be busy with those as well.

4. Thank you so much for your patience and I cannot wait to be back to writing once more! <3

[pleicdes]

Dae Rion | Dio

tagged by: @destructiveurgxs tagging : @destructiveurgxs (Ming ofc!) , @pxlimpsest (Ahreum) , @amanikables (Daehyun) ,  @somecrazylads (Hel) , @seolhees , @lonelyeternities (Jaehwan) , @itxxbwon (Heran) , @21jumpshin , @ddokddokyoung 

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[pleicdes]

Love is madness after all. I just would prefer to end up in asylum with you than alone, it's more fun that way~

|| There’s no fun in being locked up in an asylum.Love is madness, I know, but we still need to keep each other sane. ||

[pleicdes]

Maybe that's why I'm sending you those now, so you would get overwhelmed with emotions and fall head over heels in love with me~

|| You do really want to drive me crazy, don’t you? ||

[pleicdes]

It's my heart that forms those words, not my head. Maybe that's why. They come from the bottom of my heart. There is this antique typewriter there.

|| See? I don’t even know how to respond to this.Not especially because you know what state I am in right now. I feel like myheart and head will burst anytime. ||