#haneulstart

[yirevm-blog]

“ i don’t think t’s gonna calm down anytime soon. ” rain could be one hell of a bitch and yet it was one of the few things that would sooth him, always catching his attention from the reception desk ( it was his turn, which meant time to scribble and get bored for hours ) while his hand still held onto the pencil and eyes would observe the gray world and the gray person who just happened to have rushed in because of how harshly the clouds were pouring, so black against the slim sliver of skylight visible. he would almost look like an angel, frame lined by the soft neons around the room, some witch house track playing in the background with a stable bass boost. “ y’can take a seat, i promise the chairs are comfy. ”

[brightdcys-blog]

please excuse this incredibly ugly mobile post !! i’m gonna try to post opens on all my babies tonight when i’m off work but if you’d prefer a CLOSED STARTER then please like this and maybe respond to the post with what muse you’d like a starter from uwu

EDIT: i am home now !! feel free to slide into my dms or hit me up on discord if we haven’t plotted yet !!

[liminals]

there were things he liked to practice alone, things he didn’t want anyone to see just because of so many stigmas haunting whoever would dare getting more in touch with the dark and corrupting nature of magic, something he was very keen to by cruel nature ━things not requiring him to speak, on the contrary. the trick was silence, a shut mouth and fingers twirling as magic would get channeled from thought to catalyst directly, with his eyes observing the juts of magic hitting the makeshift targets ━mutating them, levitating them, knocking them over and strangling them into powerful grips until they crumpled. it was a simple routine, but it’d keep the skill trained, especially with how easily people seemed to get attacked so randomly ( humans and magi alike, a waste of research material at hands of fundamentalists, he’d grimace ).

“ what the━━ “ well, that was until something got right on his way and almost had him blow a tree off in order to avoid some even more serious damage to happen, eyes going wide and brows in a frown. “ i could have hit you for real, you gave me such a scare. ” mellifluous his voice as he rushed closer, feigning concern. “ are you okay? i didn’t hurt you, did i? ” 

[jccns-blog]

comfort is often found in the smallest of things: songbirds chirping to mark the end of another day, muted whistle of the pressure cooker, and the quiet snips of seojoon’s pruners as he trips the wilted leaves of his bouquet. he enjoys silence far more than noise, especially when that silence is shared with himself. it’s one of the quieter evenings - one of his free ones - with no students chasing after him for an eleventh hour homework help or a ton of papers with illegible writing to squint through. 

three sharp raps on his door pauses his pruning work effectively. perhaps he has spoken too soon? 

“come in, please,” he calls out, just as the pressure cooker keens in a final whistle, loudly insisting to be taken off the stove. “you’re just in time,” he smiles, “i’ve been meaning to try this barley tea recipe on an unwilling scapegoat.” 

[servphiic-blog]

            " ....and before we start our recap of the top tracks that dominated the charts this year on kbs radio 2, here’s your official reminder to take an umbrella with you before going out this morning – it’s looking up to be another gloomy day here in seoul.... "

            early mornings always felt like a special kind of reward. there’s no crowd – no n o i s e. no people lounging on the sofas, loudly chatting over each other and the music while sipping on their lattes. the café’s empty, filled only with the quiet hum of the radio and the whirring of the machines as they warm up. and there, in front of the counter, soft vermillion scarf still slung over her shoulders and a mop in one hand – is the woman of the hour, right in the middle of a spectacular rendition of ailee’s i will show you. the crowd’s going absolutely WILD – they’re cheering as loudly as possible, they’re screaming her name, they’re –

            the silver bell hung over the door chimes. the door opens. someone walks in.

            it all happens in rapid succession – in her attempt to act normal, the femme trips over her mop, nearly knocks down her cup of hazelnut latte, and SOMEHOW manages to get part of the scarf tangled up in her hair. when she finally straightens herself up, her cheeks match the scarf ( that now lies forgotten on the closest armchair ) and the look on her face is nothing short of comical.

            “ uh – hi, sorry, we’re not quite – we’re not open yet. we will be soon – in a bit – in a couple of minutes, really, ten at most. you’re welcome to sit – well, anywhere you’d like. OH! – and the pastries are warm, if you’d like something to nibble on while waiting. yeah. ”

            she rambles when she’s embarrassed – in case you couldn’t already tell.

[bangsubiin-blog]

subin jogged away from the tennis court in pursuit of a ball on the run. the boy sighed, hands resting on his hips as he scanned the area, the runaway ball nowhere in sight. “hey!” he called to someone nearby without really thinking beforehand.  “you haven’t seen a lonely tennis ball on the loose in the last minute have you? coach asked me to come find it and, well, i can’t.”

[catchcr]

   ♡━━ THERE WAS NO greater peace in the world than her pen gliding across the pages of her most beloved notebook, that is her matchmaking journal, as she recorded her observations for the day. it was uncommon to be so methodically thorough, empirical knowledge was hardly necessary for magi matchmaking when divination and other methods existed (requiring much less analytical effort on her part). nevertheless, hara had always preferred a hands on approach with most things, matchmaking being no exception. nothing felt more satisfying than to physically hold her life’s work and passion in her hands. 

     she stared lovingly at the swirling pages of notes, dreamily connecting one bachelor with another in her mind with a soft sigh, nearly forgetting she was in the presence of another. someone she’d gone out of her way to force out with her. ‘ sorry, beautiful! ’ she snapped the book shut with a snap of her fingers. she always used her magic for the most useless things. ‘ you just did the cutest little thing, like so transparent of your character! i had to write it down for reference. ’

[yirevm-blog]

as much as he’d do that without any sense of remorse, he knew that suddenly jump or hop ontop of a supermarket shelf in order to get the things he needed was something extremely counter-productive. unless everybody started assuming he was some athlete, but he didn’t have the physique, and the tattoos were pretty much of a slap to whatever community guidelines the sports association had. and of course it was making reaching for the damn pancake mix even more of a quest than it was supposed to be. “ i’m starting to think this is a fuckin’ conspiracy against short people. ” he muttered inbetween his teeth, looking around to see how he could climb the shelf instead without possibly causing too much of a mess.