#mythmoor
Explore tagged Tumblr posts
Text
@mythmoorâ asked  :  â The whole world is divided for me into two parts: one is she, and there is all happiness, hope, light; the other is where she is not, and there is dejection and darkness. â poetry time with the Tried and TrueâąÂ  -  war and peace starters (accepting!)
ââ Â â Leans into his space slowly, voice colored warm and a touch tender by the uncontrollable upward trajectory of a soft lip, peering at him mischievously through dark lashes -Â âSo, itâs a LOVE POEMS kind of night?â She wrote them, once upon a time - and then stopped because her uncle made fun of the awful little rhyming ditties - "...I like this one. But it's a bit sad, don't you think? I think - she'd want her love to be happy when she's not there, TOO."
#mythmoor#ii.  »  bai feng jiu  :  she captured a feeling .  the sky with no ceiling .  the sunset inside a frame .#i.  »  interactions  :  now I'm causing a scene thinking you need a reason to smile .#mythmoor  »  feat. zhong kui#((.....no i don't know why she's like this))#((i don't control her she just goes oFF))#((also i don't make the rules w&p is basically poetry in and of itself wow))
7 notes
·
View notes
Note
Donât you wish it could always be like this. No guns, no killing, no explosions, just⊠this. / KITTY (â ïčâ âż)
* / GENERAL HOSPITAL QUOTES / ACCEPTING ~ @mythmoor
           â EVERYDAY. â  he failed to remember the last time he had taken a personal day off from work, let alone gone for a hike. they had walked for what felt like hours until their journey led them to a beautiful meadow. in the middle of it all, surrounded by wildflowers, the dragon had laid down. usually silence brought with it anxiety, and yet this was therapeutic. the birds, the wind, the steady trickle of a stream nearby, all the sounds to settle a worried soul. moments such as these made him forget all about the pressure and the responsibilities currently residing on weary shoulders. eyes eventually slid closed as he attempted to not think about the patients in his care. surely the world could managed a day without him? cue the opening of murky eyes, the result being that of a cloud-laden sky. the rays from the sun hit the formation just right, producing one marvelous display. â thank you for coming with me today. i really needed this.â
#mythmoor#* ~ main.â⧠ᶀᶰ á”ʰᔠá”Êžá” á”á¶ á”Ê°á” Ëąá”á”Êłá”#* ~ ask.ââ§ á”á”á”Ê°Ëą á”á¶°ïżœïżœ á”Êłá”Êžá”ÊłËą
1 note
·
View note
Text
âËË MYTHMOOR  /  đ
     AS LONG AS SHE GAVE HIM THE RESPECT he rightfully deserved, he would see to it that the shamanâs time in this cold, gloomy realm was tolerable  ( versus the MISERABLE reality he had in store for her, should she do otherwise ). It pleased him to no end to finally have someone speak to him without ABHORRENCE coating every word; Yeomra couldnât recall such treatment from any other being alive â or dead. When everyone thinks youâre the most horrid, DETESTABLE person to ever exist, itâs hard not to live up to their expectations.
     â Urgent? No, not quite, â he mused, sifting through countless pieces of parchment with haste, in search of one in particular, â However, there is something Iâve been meaning to investigate PERSONALLY â I would usually ask Gangnim to accompany me, but your expertise might prove to be more useful. â  Dark eyes raised from ancient text and settled on the princessâ fair visage, his brow quirked, â If youâd be willing, that is. â  Not that he couldnât FORCE her to tag along, if he so desired.
1 note
·
View note
Text
        THE UNEXPECTED CONFRONTATION LEFT HIM SPEECHLESS, the amount of emotion displayed so passionately catching him completely off guard. it would appear that his attempt at motivation had hit a nerve. he remained silent for the moment, his jaw twitching in contemplation. it would be a waste of breathe to argue with her accusations seeing as she wouldnât understand, how could she? a hand reached out, but it stopped before establishing contact. micha was upset, she had every right to be, but that didnât mean she needed comfort. â iâm not the one who requires saving. â arms folded as the hound did his best to keep his tone soothing. iâm not worth saving. a thought embedded so deeply it refused to leave his tongue. â unlike you, i am replaceable. never forget that and NEVER put yourself in harms way, especially not for my sake. â his gaze shifted, a slow turn of the head revealing concerned eyes. how was that for honesty.
@mythmoor ~*:ïŸâ§
#mythmoor#mythmoor | 01.#*:ïŸâ§ v.01âáŽÊᎠsÊáŽáŽ
áŽáŽĄÊáŽÉŽáŽáŽÊ.#we l l... i didn't ask for this...
1 note
·
View note
Text
ââ  â âSo what do you do when youâre NOT dragging demons to hell?â Curiosity colors voice as she peers around at him, hands clasped together behind her back. âI mean - for FUN?â Hell can get a bit DREARY sometimes, sheâs sure - and besides, time runs so slow there. When he had time off work - IF he ever had time off work - does he just continue SITTING THERE like he usually does with his grim face staring off into the distance? She wonders what a relaxed Zhong Kui might look like - but somehow, itâs hard to imagine any other expression on his face. Feng Jiu folds her hands on top of her knees, looking primly away. â - You should come to Qingqiu some time, if youâre ever free,â Says casually, peering at him out the corner of her eyes. âThe stars are MUCH CUTER there.â
@mythmoorâ hit the HEART / for zhong kui ! Â
#mythmoor#ii.  »  bai feng jiu  :  she captured a feeling .  the sky with no ceiling .  the sunset inside a frame .#i.  »  interactions  :  now I'm causing a scene thinking you need a reason to smile .#mythmoor  »  feat. zhong kui#((wow bb girl back at it w/ the annoying him))#((i apologize for her omg))
9 notes
·
View notes
Photo
M E G A P H O N E to my chest  -  broadcast the   ËËË boom boom boom boom ËËË  and make âem all D A N C E to it  /  @mythmoor  +  ۔ all the edits !! (ă„ïœĄââżâżâïœĄ)ă„ + these two nerds
#mythmoor#i.  »  edits  :  I'm hiding from my drafts in these photoshop layers .#((ngl when i was picking the lyrics for this i uhhh))#((definitely picked this one for the funnies of the))#(('to sit in hell with you'))#((and also bc i love this song shh))#((me: i should come up w/ a tag for them))#((me: ok but im gonna go bop to l.ord.e for another hour first ajfkld;sf))
3 notes
·
View notes
Text
@mythmoorâ asked  :  đ Yanluo Wang >:^)  -  SEND ME đ + A CHARACTER NAME OF A CHARACTER YOU THINK I SHOULD WRITE !
WOULD I: YES / MAYBE / NO (probs nah, religions are weird man)
HAVE I EVER BEFORE: YES / NO
ICON & WRITING SAMPLE (IF YES TO EITHER PREV. QUESTION - ):
Technically it was âNoâ to both previous questions BUT I would like to take a moment to say that Iâm the FC Queen Young and Sweet and if anyone ever wants to steal my FC ideas, my thoughts were Zhang Zhen, as styled in Red Cliff as Sun Quan would be a good aesthetic.
And then I would like to take a second moment to address why I am personally uncomfortable rp-ing a figure from Real Chinese Mythos. Obvi, everyone else, you do you, these are just personal scruples, and here goes. Mun is of the Buddhist/Taoist mix religion thatâs been pretty widespread over Asia for a lot of history, and while not heavily religious and religion doesnât factor greatly into my life (i.e. I donât necessarily practice), I believe in these gods, or at least I would like to err on the side of believing in them. While China and other countries in Asia tend to blur this line themselves in their media, mythos is still undeniably a religious aspect of culture, and there are practices where before someone embarks on a fictionalization of a deity, they will offer prayers and offerings, etc. to make sure theyâre okay and theyâre not offending those gods.Â
Iâm ok with playing fictionalized portrayals of these mythos figures based in other established media (my three lives three worlds musesâ portrayals are strictly based in their canon, yes, with some mythological influence, but mostly their canon), but playing them only based off their role in mythology feels like, to me at least, the equivalent of saying âIâm going to be playing Jesus, from the Bible,â and just sounds a little...off? And makes me think I might get smote by lightning. Hence why Iâm not Exactly Comfortable Doing it. Obviously, youâre all allowed to do whatever you want and I love you all for it, this is just my 2 cents on why I wonât be playing any actual mythological muses on this blog. Â
#mythmoor#tw religion#((aNYWAY yeah im vaguely agnostic but also vaguely pantheist and not superstitious but a little stitious))
1 note
·
View note
Text
@mythmoor | cont
        â  ââ are you sure? what if they donât want me back?  â  the idea of lying to others for his own sake seemed wrong, even if it was just to have a day off and calm down his anxiety. sichan frowned once more before he finally nodded and put the guitar back down in its case. after playing for the same place for weeks, something hindered him in going there tonight and he couldnât figure out what or why. shoulders relaxed as he worked on embracing the sudden freedom, though he needed to send off that text. while still feeling uneasy, sichan leaned back into the sofa, head resting against it as he closed his eyes. â will you stay with me for a bit? i donât feel like being alone right now. â Â
0 notes
Text
go here and reblog with your characterâs name in their handwriting!
Tagged by: @diviinitas & @hunterofpixiedust & @boyflawed
Tagging: @myosi @mythmoor (kitty) @gangnim @gameunjang + anyone
#» ( ooc. ) â đč á”á”á” á”á¶ á”ÊłÊłá”Ê·Ëą#» ( headcanon. ) â đč Ê·á”ÊłËĄá” á”á”ᶀ˥ᔠá”á¶° ʰá”á”á”
1 note
·
View note
Text
@mythmoor | cont.
       seeing namgil perform - if only just for a rehearsal - was breathtaking and si had made sure to compliment his talents more than once. â thanks, namgil, you too. â a pause gave si some time to phrase his response delicately ( or at least try to. ) â  i could always ask them, but Iâm not sure itâs theirâŠthing. â the hesitation in his voice was an indication of wanting to spare his friend of hurt feelings and snarky remarks. sichan loved most of the gang that had entered his life so unexpectedly, but he was worried their years as superiors, supernaturals, and less human had made them less graceful in regards to tender human norms. a delicate hand tugged at his scarf making it hug his chin, keeping the cool autumn air at bay. â either way, iâll be there cheering you on. â a dorky smile graced dry lips before a finger pointed to the nearest open coffee shop. â itâs too late in the evening for me to drink coffee, but iâll take a green tea and sit with you. â once served and seated at a wooden table, siâs cold fingers daringly cupped the hot mug in front of him. â so, how are you, nam? â
1 note
·
View note