#zephyrvm

[vuotristearchive]

🌹 ( ; /////// ; )

mutuals send me a “🌹” and i’ll give you a compliment!

listen,,,   what   am   i   supposed   to   say   to   my   favourite   person   in   the   whole   world   that   doesn’t   entirely   sum   up   the   whole   of   ur   existence   !!!   gosh   i   love   you   with   my   whole   heart,   i   really   don’t   even   know   where   to   start.   you   and   i   are   so   close   that   we’re   friends   ooc   and   our   lives   have   been   intertwined   so   beautifully   all   thanks   to   ian   and   arc   !!!   who   would’ve   thought   someone   so   important   to   me   would   come   from   rp   ;   ;   you’re   such   a   kind   soul   and   deserve   all   the   good   in   this   world.   anyone   who   does   you   wrong   will   get   my   full   wrath   (   and   a   good   hexing   ),   and   you   know   that   no   matter   what   you   can   always   call   me   to   talk   about   anything   CAUSE   I   LOVE   YOU.   not   only   are   you   the   sweetest   kindest   person   to   ever   grace   this   planet,   but   you’re   also   so   beautiful   both   inside   and   out   !!!   and   the   talent   in   your   writing   !!!   ahhhh   just   the   perfect   human   being   my   goodness.   i   love   you   and   your   characters   and   your   writing,   every   idea   that   comes   from   that   lovely   brain   of   yours   is   amazing   and   you’re   just   INCREDIBLE   OKAY

[obciidian-archived]

     there  is  a  static  noise  in  the  air,  and  it  rings  in  his  ears.  his  head  feels  heavy  --  perhaps  for  the  perturbations  and  burdens  clouding  his  mind  constantly  yet,  jaekyung  cannot  feel  any  sense  of  liberation  from  the  pestering  thoughts...  whenever  his  fingers  gently  glide  the  pick  against  his  favorite  guitar,  each  sound  the  string  makes  causes  him  to  revolt  with  rancor  and  distaste.  it  is  as  if  disdain  conquered  his  heart  and  no  longer  can  he  hear  anything  but  the  duress  engulfing  him  whole.  disgruntlement  is  evident  in  the  leaden  exhale  heaved  of  his  lips  the  moment  sungkyu  enters  the  small  studio  in  their  dorms.  jaekyun’s  eyes  dart  to  him  expeditiously  before  there’s  a  small  hopeful  simper  stretching  across  his  lips.      ❛    i  hope  you  didn’t  show  up  with  empty  hands,  hyeong.  i’m  thirsty...  and  hungry,  too.    ❜      ╱      @zephyrvm 

[moonaeraa]

❤️ + zephyrvm ( notice me my beautiful queen ( ;n; ) )

positivity for zephyrvm my princess like ??? help

WHERE SHOULD I START FROM dont u see i always love you and admire you , u r so precious and lovely and you ARE DEFINTIELY one of the best most positive and wonderful people ive met in this community. such an incredible human being with so much talent and honeslty everything you create is so beautiful and we can all just sit down on our asses and stare in awe cause daMN . i love you thank u for existing gives u ice cream and kisses i love u 

[virxle]

@zephyrvm

Nights in the city could be so misleading. Lampposts lit a rusted warm false flame barely breaking through the sea of Red, yellow and green. Accented by shops which never sleeped and the soft booming of base from some door or another. Click, thus, scratch the sounds of people moving here and there and the incessant hum of engines as cars rolled around on paved streets.

It used to be the night was feared, respected, for 'thing's liked to come out to play in the deep dark that seemed void of life or sound... now night is forgotten away, with the ramblings of city life...

Still for every change, every era of human progress... there could be something gained. No longer were the times of fear and occult desires where hed be summoned by some hypocrite or child and left to do evil things, now it was all about aesthetic and the clumsiness of mankind.

The clumsiness that lead this beautiful 20-something to run late at night alone. A health that fades quickly as she whimpers and tries to struggle... but the yanks beneath experienced hands Merely excites the monster within and the jugular beneath those fangs fell silent.

The feed... his favorite way. Why simply drain energy when you could taste and feel and savor liquid life, a deep low growl bubbling in his throat as he drew slow sucks of gamey blood type B with little effort thanks to his meals healthy heart.

Yes the clumsiness of mankind, so focused on screens and themselves to take in the world around them any longer, a wonderful time for him to happily be but a beast.

[thecosmicsen]

*  :  @zephyrvm reblogged this !        (   for  Areum   )  

Libraries are one of the last few sanctuaries that are left untainted by memories of his twin’s bloodied and clingy imprints. Although the two were inseparable, the realm of unturned pages and strict silence kept his twin’s antics at bay. The utopia continues to instil a sense of tranquillity where he feels like he had been holding his breath the entire time and only then did he remember to breathe the irony being that he is no longer alive. On a mission this time, he browses through the historical and mythical section to gain any more information he can about the recent apparitions taking form in more traditional Korean folklore. Checking out several books, he walks to the elevator with another girl who he recognises was also skimming through the historical section. Throwing her a little smile when they both enter the lift, he presses for the ground floor, attempting to show off how he’s barely managing to hold multiple books underneath one arm. 

All peaceful thoughts fly out of his mind the minute the lift comes to a screeching halt in between floors. Jabbing at random buttons in annoyance, he frowns when nothing responds. When the lights begin to flicker rapidly, he hurriedly jumps back from the buttons before uncertainly glancing at the female — his eyes locking with the unfamiliar green eyes. “Uh... do you want to try? I think it’s stuck. Didn’t even know this was possible in this country.” thumping a fist on the doors for emphasis, he grumbles a curse when the lights completely go out. “Shit.”

[moonedhalo]

@zephyrvm​ ,    jaeun  &  ianthina !

pink  heels  click - clack  on  tiled  floor ,   lithe  fingertips  fluffing  at  petals  of  the  sunflower  centered  in  the  bouquet .   white  lilies ,   angel’s  breath ,   and  pink  carnations  surrounded  the  sunflower .   jaeun  comes  to  a  stop ,   shifting  the  bouquet  off  to  the  side  carefully  while  pulling  open  the  cafe  door  and  stepping  inside .   familiar  face  is  spotted ,   girl  of  earth  and  sunshine  making  a  beeline  towards  ianthina .    ‘  my  little  zinnia !   ian ,   there  you  are .  ’    jaeun  slides  the  bouquet  towards  the  woman ,   cheery  and  bright  smile  being  offered .    ‘  for  you ,   love .  ’    she  informs  ian  as  she  sat  down  at  the  table .

[elysiantouch]

@zephyrvm !!

     “god, my head is murdering me, and my boss sending me all these fuckin’ emails about the deadline isn’t helping.” neither is the espresso shot she just pounded back, nor are the blaring bright lights surrounding her open laptop, but that’s neither here nor there.

[earthedtm]

@zephyrvm !!

     “i can watch you work forever.” with the way tone falls soft and still between them, it sounds like a secret not meant for her ears, like a compliment he was saving for the right time. but eyes are steadfast in their focus on her hands, lost in the comfort of magic against his own.

[gwyynbleidd-a]

Back on the Path . . . w/ @zephyrvm​ from here

          Too much? The dragon bore their teeth in a contemptuous hiss, momentarily forgetting the rather unassuming form they had taken. Long dark locks were tossed over their shoulder out of frustration, the desire to have such a rare artifact sitting undisturbed in their lair being too strong to brush off as Oliver had suggested they do. “I admit, I was a bit careless the last time.” They were greedy, but not prone to arrogance as others of their species. For that, they were grateful. An unrelenting desire to attain and horde many -- if not all -- vestiges of the past holding stories, knowledge, beliefs, was a great burden to bear as it is. Hubris would do them no favours if they planned to continue on in the modern world.          The hollows of their cheeks sunk inward, popping upon release as they rounded the kitchen table to stand at the phoenix's side. Turning on the balls of their bare feet, they leaned back against the counter’s edge, weight propped up by two slender arms planted upon the smooth surface. “I don’t suppose you’ll be kind enough as to provide me with a place to ‘lie low’?” A chiseled brow hiked with anticipation, their gaze trailing up from the cook book that previously held his attention, and meeting the austere hues focused so intently on them.           “I would return to my own abode but --,” he had a point. The night was indeed dangerous, even for someone like themselves. Acid and stealth weren’t of much help when faced with a loaded gun in this form.

[moons0uled]

YEJIN,  IN  ALL  HONESTY,     is one of the purest people hyunji has ever met.  there’s this eagerness whenever she manages to talk to the younger girl  --  an eagerness that she very rarely sees with her actual family members.  it increases hyunji’s fondness for yejin even more.  HOWEVER,   when hyunji told the younger girl that she’s actually making poision in the kitchen,  she wasn’t lying.  there’s a brand new mission she must complete within a week,  and close combat is simply not enough.      “   i’m not lying !  it really is poison.   “      she sounds like she’s joking anyway,  yejin would never believe it. 

          there’s a fond sigh as hyunji clears out her kitchen counter.  there are always better days to make poison,  she’ll have the movie night with yejin today and bring out the large pack of chips in her kitchen cupboard.      “   i’m kidding though,  i’m not about to cancel on you.  that would be HORRIBLE of me.  feel free to let yourself in,  the door’s unlocked.   “      hyunji laughs slightly as she wipes down the residues left on her kitchen counter.      “   what movie are we watching again?   “      she half-yells as she switches the call to loudspeaker.      \      continued from here.  @zephyrvm​. 

[vuotristearchive]

## ( ian for both arc and ro , pls and thnx my angel )

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:

ARC.

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone: 자기야.

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: ( X )

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: i wanna say something cute but like... let’s be honest arcturus doesn’t know how to use a phone that well sdfkmgskm 

- my muse’s last text to your muse: ( X )

RO.

- what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone:  Ian.

- what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone: ( X )

- what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone: whatever the normal ringtone is for an iphone ( bc roman doesn’t change it for anybody )

- my muse’s last text to your muse: ( X )

[obciidian-archived]

        what  are  those  foreign  sensations  of  solitariness  and  frigidness  which  overwhelm  his  heart  ?  it  is  as  if  the  boy  abruptly  becomes  subjugated  to  the  woe  of  his  sister’s,  it  is  as  if  her  indignation  turns  into  arrows  piercing  through  his  flesh  and  he  is  left  to  be  bleeding  until  demise  grants  him  the  last  breath.  

      ❛    ye-yejin...    ❜      never  before  has  she  denied  his  fraternal  endearment,  never  before  has  his  presence  felt  intolerable,  abhorred  even.  this  type  of  feeling  is  so  peculiar  to  him  for  they  certainty  have  both  experienced  despondency  and  peeve  however  never  has  any  of  them  pushed  the  other  away  in  such  a  fiendish  manner.  in  fact,  since  days  of  infancy  whenever  one  was  upset  they  would  come  to  the  other’s  embrace  to  seek  the  comfort  and  warmth  of  the  twin’s  presence...  this  seems  to  have  been  shattered  now,  and  yujin  is  left  bare  and  aching  at  the  loss.      ❛    what  happened  at  the  lesson,  exactly  ?    ❜      he  wasn’t  there  to  witness  yet,  he’s  become  dextered  at  reading  his  sister’s  emotions  and  it  could  only  indicate  towards  one  thing  ;  chastisement.  excrescent,  filled  with  unjustified  wrath.  and  yujin’s  heart  aches  at  the  mere  notion.      ❛    did  dad...    ❜      he  means  to  inquire  albeit  already  dreads  of  the  answer  which  he  may  know.  nevertheless  the  belief  that  these  type  of  punishments  were  forsaken  years  behind  now  it  is  to  be  evince  that  they  have  not  and  their  father’s  immense  fury  could  have  not  be  contained  yet  again  to  lash  out  at  yejin.  more  than  anything,  there’s  colossal  chagrin  within  the  boy’s  chest  bubbling  and  gnawing  on  his  heart  for  the  fact  he  could  not  protect  her  --  he  has  only  one  job  and  even  that  he  could  not  do  well.  yujin,  filled  with  rage  of  his  own,  decides  that  he’s  had  enough.      

      thus,  he  paces  with  rage  filling  his  lungs  so  that  it  is  arduous  to  respire  and  decided  to  do  his  utmost  stupid  idea  by  far  ;  confront  their  father.  he’s  uncertain  if  yejin  has  disassociated  herself  from  their  telepathy  or  whether  she  heard  how  he  swore  at  their  father  in  his  psyche  --  his  arguments  and  endeavors  to  defend  his  sister  result  in  a  fiasco.  he’s  brazen  albeit,  and  persevering  than  ever  --  such  qualities  adulterated  together  only  result  in  him  raising  his  voice  at  the  man  of  ire  and  when  yujin  exclaims  with  manifested  vexation  that  he’s  being  unfair  and  irrational  he  receives  the  acerbic  forfeit  to  the  face  ;  his  mother’s  hand  leaves  a  red  mark  on  his  cheek  and  with  gritted  teeth  she  ensures  that  the  teen  knows  to  never  disrespect  his  father  like  than  again.  in  his  mind,  this  is  still  yet  not  worse  than  what  his  sister  has  experienced  ( or  so  he  surmises ).  he  takes  that  bittersweet  rout  and  climbs  the  stairs  to  his  bedroom.  

      minutes  pass  on  his  bed,  phone  at  hand  to  occupy  him  as  he  mindlessly  scrolls  through  social  media  applications  --  scheming  in  his  mind  that  if  yejin  refuses  to  come  down  for  dinner,  at  least  he’ll  sneak  something  upstairs  for  her.  for  now,  he  gives  her  the  required  time  of  reposing.      ╱      @zephyrvm  ,  cont. 

[moonaeraa]

just passing by to say. i love u , thank u queen for blessing my dash with ur greatness and talent. 🥺🥺🤧🤧💕💕💕

um Sexcuse ME? YOU ARE so precious im gonna stba myself and puncnhg myself in the face cause i cant understand how someone can be so ADORABLE AND PLS YOU ARE BLESSING ME ALWAYS im speechless and *cries in idiot* m…my loveli angol be forever by my side juseyo

@zephyrvm LOOK

[thecosmicsen]

“real smooth, tripping over air.” ( from areum )

*  :   FIVE WORD PROMPTS   +   ( always accepting ! )       @zephyrvm​  :   for   Areum

Suppressing a loud resonating groan of utter  h u m i l i a t i o n, Jaewoo decides to keep residing face-first and body flat on the grassy grounds. It’s been one of those clear, cool and crispy nights out when the amber haze of the streetlights visibly permeate the dulled nightfall. The full moon beams in its halcyon state in the cloudless horizon although a gradual sense of prophetic gloom begins to creep in his system. What is there to be apprehensive of? He’s out in the thick of one of the parks that offer an abundant leafy chance of running into the unexpected which is why the duo are out in the first place. Areum had been on another streak of pulling another all-nighter on her work but Jaewoo started insisting that she is beginning to look like a ghost more than him so he forcibly dragged her out to do some “slender man hunting”. 

Somehow, he really convinced himself that he heard the joyfully trilling tune of an ice-cream van in the park which is why he immediately made an instinctive head-start. The tinkling sound never failed to invoke his innate childish impulses even though there is no nearby dirt path for the van. Forget the fact that it’s midnight and that he has no form of cash on him when his fit of foolish elation made him dash off at top speed to only disgracefully trip over air as kindly pointed out by Areum. Maybe if he plays dead (the irony is always highlighted in these cases) then Areum will forget about his lack of dignity by fussing over him. So he simply continues to lay down there in an ignominious sprawl on the floor. 

When he doesn’t hear a further sassy peep from her, he tilts his head to the side to groan out. “Aren’t you checking me to make sure that slender man didn’t get to me?” as if he breathed life into his words, he swears he heard a snapping of twigs in the not-so-far distances. Convinced that he is either starting to hallucinate nosies, he remains on the floor in case the thing may also take him for dead. “Shit, Areum did you hear that!? I swear I’m not playing. I heard something. Not like how I thought I heard an ice-cream van. But for real this time.” 

[misterharington]

i think you are : absolutely splendid and such a beautiful , kind soul.

                                         origin — @zephyrvm [ status : accepting ]

“I THINK YOU ARE..”

          AS SHEEPISH AS HE MAY HAVE BEEN, Kit wasn’t capable of trifling with the immense bout of joy felt upon hearing such tender — sweet words that did so much; someone like her said so, meant every bit.. and after the closure developed so easily between the pair, who was the wolf to deny what honesty had been chosen to be stated?

          “I do feel as such.. if it’s coming from you, love. Thank you.”

[adoredhrt]

               it’s   absolutely   rare   for   sienna   to   find   a   man   who   adores   her   child   as   much   as   she   does.   it’s   even   rarer   for   her   kid   to   adore   anyone   as   much   he   likes   oliver   right   now.   perhaps,   it   was   a   chance   of   fate,   their   meeting   destined   ---------   but   sienna   has   long   stopped   believing   in   fairytales.   there’s   no   such   thing   as   soulmates   or   two   people   meant   to   find   each   other.   &   yet,   she   can’t   help   but   think   that   maybe   this   is   it.   but   admitting   that   to   herself   only   makes   her   feel   like   she’s   getting   ahead   of   herself.   after   all,   it’s   just   dinner.   ❛   thanks   for   inviting   us   over,   ❜   sienna   says,   taking   off   her   jacket.   ❛   he   was   really   excited   to   come.   ❜

@zephyrvm​