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[anomxlie]

lanaiades:

❝ yeah… ❞ her tone is sheepish. ❝ i was that ‘marine biology intern’ who dove into the shark tank last month because i thought the cubs were getting a bit too homesick… ❞

         ✧ yoo jeongyeon. marine biology student, et.al. demigod  | ♡ | ⟲ |  ©

[anomxlie]

▬ This is my first follow forever/appreciation post thing, in all four years of RP. And, to be frank, I’ve never really felt a need, nor gathered enough attachment to do this before. However, I can honestly say that it is also the first time I’ve felt so utterly welcomed, too. Therefore! this is a post to show my appreciation for all of you fools that make my time here a wonderful one. I’ve been working on this slowly for the past few weeks, and trying to ensure I dont miss anyone out (so hopefully I didn’t). Thank y’all for tolerating my garbage-fucker of a muse. I regurgitated some sentimental crap idk man & please overlook this lame graphic? It’s more the content rather than aesthetics that I’m going for this time

Much love, always xox 

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[anomxlie]

She could sense her before she approached her. The air shifted, some sort of energy spiking in the air. It let her know that someone with power was in the vicinity. She could feel her energy press down on her skin, causing goosebumps to appear. The owner of the Duchess was not older than some of the vampires Jiae knew. But she had power. Jiae was glad she wore long sleeves. Popping another fry in her mouth, she turned and tried her best to keep her expression courteous yet determined. 

It did, however, crumble down when she realized who it was. Jiae rose from her seat, lips parted. Memories flashed by quickly and her attempt at looking anywhere near threatening fell through. She could feel her lips curling into a small smile. “It seemed that fate brought us together again,” she said boldly, surprising the bartender. She then took a step closer to Miran. She was a close family friend and from the times Jiae had the pleasure to interact with her, she was nothing but graceful and kind. At least, for vampire standards. Knowing that it was her she sought out tonight visibly made her less tense, though still guarded.

“I come with an urgent request that I hope you will heed,” she said, lowering her voice enough for them to hear. “Though I would prefer it if we were anywhere that isn’t this loud and more private. It’s a delicate matter and I wouldn’t have asked for your help if I wasn’t desperate.” She was babbling. Wow. She had a tendency to do when she was nervous or extremely anxious. Her hands clenched into fists visibly, hoping that Miran would truly be so kind as to help her. She needed it.

★☆ &━ ( BLOOD TIES ▰▰▰

[anomxlie]

hyojung had always been in doubt. it started from small, accidental kiss with a classmate back in high school, then the making out sessions that she indulged herself in with unknown girls in clubs and pubs back in college. but she also knew that she liked guys better. and she also knew that shiah was her favorite person in the world. had god created her so-called “girlfriend” a male instead of a female, hyojung was sure she would fall head over heels.

instead of falling in love with her and telling her that she might not be as straight as she thought she was, she did what the contract said they would do: be the other’s girlfriend until they find someone they could spend their lives with. if only the contract had more do’s and don’ts. including living together, buying potchi (their maltese) and growing and caring for the other. if only it had limitations. then maybe...maybe they wouldn’t have extended it time and time again. was it their selfishness that prodded them to sign the contract year after year? or their fear of the other finding someone better than them? or was it something else? hyojung had no answers and so she refrained from asking herself these questions. but it lingered in her mind, begging to be answered.

she was a bit angry, knowing their anniversary was around the corner again. and that she had finally found a guy at her workplace, only to know that he was a complete douchebag last night. he totally wanted to stick his tongue inside her throat way before they had time to chat and be civilized. so when she came home and opened the door (loudly, at that) to shiah’s room, she expected shiah to be startled. “this is our apartment, remember?” she asked irritably, taking off her id and her blazer, leaving her in what used to be a crisp cream blouse and jumped on top of the other’s bed.

it smelled like shiah.

she rolled in the other’s bed -- scent -- and buried her still made up face against her pillow. she could breathe in warmth, familiarity and god. why can’t she just date shiah instead? oh right. because her family and the whole entirety of south korea were a bunch of homophobes. it was a miracle that pride was successful this year and even garnered interest from other countries. “is potchi asleep again?” she asked, voice muffled by the pillow so she pushed it away a little, repeating her question. “is potchi asleep again? i swear, for a four year old she sleeps as if she’s forty.” she pressed her cheek against the pillow, looking at shiah from where she was lying down. “come lay down with me?” she asked, her voice taking on a tone that she knew will get her everything she wanted from the other.

except her love. 

“i feel like we haven’t talked at all this week. oh and that guy,” she started, groaning a little. “he was horrific. he smokes and drinks like no tomorrow. i can’t believe he’s someone i respected at work. just goes to show you really need time to get to know someone before you date them.”

█ ▌MORE THAN A CONTRACT ░ SHIAH ✕ HYOJUNG

if shiah could list one of weirdest things she has ever done in her lifetime, it would be the stupid contract with her girlfriend hyojung. she shouldn’t even call her her girlfriend. if anything, they were best friends acting like clingy girlfriends most of the time. shiah would accompany hyojung on blind dates and hyojung would do the same in return. shiah was hesitant at first, however. what if this didn’t go too well? what if the contract backfires on the both of them? or better yet, what if they end up falling for each other? but as time passed, shiah was in too deep to back out. hyojung’s blinding smile was the only reason for her sanity in this damn contract.

the two of them practically grew up together, inseparable. even though hyojung was just a year older than her, shiah felt like she learned so much from her. she even taught hyojung some things too, such as how to drive and whatnot. she genuinely enjoyed being with the older girl, and now that they were in their college years, shiah wasn’t really sure if she was ready to leave just yet. seven years had passed. seven years. and their eighth year anniversary was coming up in a few months. shiah could feel her heart leaping out of her chest, her heart constricting to the point where she almost couldn’t breathe, anxiety coursing her veins. was this what it was like? was this what developing a crush on someone felt like? was it love?

shiah had too many questions and she received no answers in return.

she was working on homework when she heard hyojung open her door, rather loudly that she almost squeaked and dropped the pen in her hands. she looked at the older girl with an annoyed expression on her features, closing her notebook before setting it in her drawer. “i told you not to come here unannounced,” she whined, pouting up at her. “did you see the guy from last night? i think you two really clicked.” her heart sunk as she said that. she couldn’t stand lying to herself, but she really wanted hyojung to be happy.

[anomxlie]

so the last few weeks i’ve been having a really hard time having muse to write. i was just...not there whenever i wrote my replies and was an overall lazybum. my laptop broke as well so i had to get that fixed. but i’m back and i’m ready to roleplay and get to my drafts! i hope you all don’t mind that i took so long to come back ;; 

[anomxlie]

She would have punched Dakota if not for the fact that she’d probably be laughed at. So as much pleasure the act would give her, she restrained herself. She did, however, outwardly cringe and made a face at her. If someone had told her the two of them would be friends, she wouldn’t have believed it. Mainly because they were polar opposites and if it weren’t for her connections to the music industry, she was sure Dakota wouldn’t bother with her. It wasn’t that she was pitying herself or anything. It was just a fact. “Glad you have a sense of decency on occasion,” she mumbled as she was washing the ingredients she finished chopping up and putting them inside the pot.

“Yes, I don’t,” she answered. She thought of an answer that will make whatever she was doing less meaningful so as to wipe that smirk off of the other’s face. “Mainly because I live alone. But if chance allows it, I wouldn’t mind.” She actually found cooking to be relaxing. It had a set of rules yet you can tinker any dish to your taste. Any dish has their signature taste yet cooked by a different individual, its taste changes. Plus, it made her feel as if she was really at home in her penthouse. Though it had been a while since she set foot on her own house...

Avery busied herself with the side dishes while she brought the kimchi jigae to a boil. Her stomach rumbled at the smell and she found herself smiling. This was going to be perfect. While she hadn’t cooked in a while, she practically went with instinct. As one of her friends told her before, she was practically wife material. She was about to check on Dakota, looking up from the picked ginger she was chopping when she felt arms around her waist and a weight on her shoulder. Dakota’s scent and warmth filled her senses and she let go of the knife, feeling the blade cut the skin of her thumb. She jumped, turning around, which was a bad decision in itself as it brought her face to face with the other.

“Y-Yah! Never creep up on a woman holding a kitchen knife!” She shouted, her ears ringing with the sound of her heartbeat. “And what “I like you”? Are we in some sort of drama?” She wiggled free from Dakota’s grasp and went towards the bathroom, searching for her medical kit. Bringing it to the living room, she sat on the couch and tended to her small wound. It could have been worse. Honestly, she could see feel her heart beating loudly against her chest and her whole body felt hot. Damn it, Dakota. Why did she always make her react this way?

★☆ &━ ( RIPPED ▰▰▰

@bulletsouls

“Well, that’s fine with me. But I’m still going to eat it because it’s made by you.” Oh god, what was she saying? She sounded cheesy like this, as if she and Avery were dating. Not that she was complaining, because she did like Avery. “I appreciate this ‘payback’, so I’m going to eat it regardless.” She chuckled, finding the other’s actions absolutely adorable. The fact that she was cooking for her was heartwarming in itself, she had to admit.

She noticed Avery didn’t seem too focused on the song at this point and on cooking instead. She seemed less stressed, less anxious even, which made Dakota relax a little bit herself. “Ah, I’ll take care of that,” she spoke in reference to the ice cream, putting it inside the freezer. She focused on putting the rest of the groceries away. “You don’t cook for people? Well I feel honored, if I do say so myself.” A smirk spread across her face before she raised an eyebrow at the other woman’s question. “Ah, I do. I haven’t had it in a while.”

Dakota was about to head towards the living room when she glanced over at Avery. At first she wondered if she needed help, but she knew she could take care of everything. But then she debated for a second, finding herself moving closer and closer to the other. She wrapped her arms around Avery’s waist, resting her head on her shoulder. Her heart was beating out of her chest, voice in a very low whisper as she uttered the next words.

“And I like you.”

[anomxlie]

SO last night, i hit a follower milestone that i never thought i would be able to achieve. this entire blog has undergone so many changes ( both for the good and the bad ) in the past four months that i’ve returned from my hiatus, and i wanted to thank each and every one of you for sticking with me all this time !! i love you all !!

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[anomxlie]

get to know me meme: 5 favorite female biases

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[anomxlie]

There should be another word for stressed because Juyeon couldn’t find anything else to describe what she was feeling. She didn’t have a lot of vices, as her career needed her to be fit. But once Kilahn, her older brother, had lent her a joint while they were drinking, she didn’t stop. There were many instances and money wasted just because of that sweet nicotine. Today was one of those days that she just wanted to let go of everything. So there she was, sitting by the steps of the Han river. It was late at night and chilly enough to chase people inside the comforts of their own home. 

Hours had passed, surely, but she didn’t know since she had turned off her phone. Her manager would surely have her head for it. But she would deal with the repercussions of her actions later. Ready to light her sixth stick, she was stopped by a voice. It was too close to her for it to be directed to anyone else. And the person wasn’t shouting either. Looking around, her eyes settled on a stranger. Ah, she forgot she put away her cap and shades. He was casual with his words, the way he sat and the brief look they shared. It wasn’t meant to be judging, though she couldn’t help but feel as if it was.

It made her regret smoking all those sticks today. And she hated that feeling of regret more than anything. “It was either this or drinking,” she said quietly in her defense. She put the stick back inside her box and shoved it inside her jacket. About to say something again, she was interrupted by a familiar clicking sound. On instinct, she grabbed for her hat and sunglasses but soon realized that it came from the person siting beside her. She was used to people taking pictures of her everywhere that the clicking sound constantly replayed. Sometimes she just imagined it. 

“Are you a photographer or paparazzi?” She asked, equally as casual though still respectful. “Ah and don’t you think it’s a bit unfair to lecture me on my vices when I don’t even know your name?” She felt mild curiosity. Mainly because she thought of photographers -- freelance or artistic ones who take pictures of landscapes, not people -- were always mysterious. She herself would prefer to stand behind the lens on occasion. 

「 s ᴛ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ ᴇ ʀ 」 @anomxlie

A mere scent has the capability of burning through every purified cell found withing one’s nostrils, seeing as the nasal sense relies inches apart from the tasting core, generating a sensitive area to unpleasant sorts of essences lingering through the particles of air. Cigarettes in particular bring the unhealthy strings of nicotine to wrap around one’s figure, corroding through the the walls and crumbling pillars to the ground. He despises it.

The mere trace of what could be deemed as source of sheer disgust from the young male’s part was bond to set off an unwanted and perhaps impulsive recoil, lead through the secluded area within the public park and nearing the border of Han river towards a peacefully settled female by the staircase presenting perhaps the best view of the river. Intruding, yes, he is by the moment pale fingers outline the edges of a camera hanging around his neck by simple striped–the halt of his steps comes upon the recognition of features he was reminded not to forget through media. A singer, owner of songs he has listened to through the cold days under the covers with his lover. Irony to cross paths out in the open. “It may be intruding of me to opine, but I believe cigarettes are quite the killer to a singer’s voice.” Words flow through full lines of rosy lips when his figure crumbles down to settle to a certain distance by the female, chocolate hues landing upon the artist’s delicate complex.

“I have listened to your music before. Quite the beautiful voice you have–it’d be a pity to ruin it through smoking, miss.” Countless have been cases of withdrawing singers due to vices such as smoking, it’d be a pity to lose such sweet voice to the industry through his eyes, that is. 

It lingers through the breeze as he recites quiet thanking to the wind in his mind for the wind roars on the opposite direction so the deteriorating scent does not pierce through his lungs, nonetheless, it is casual, his demeanor following the somewhat invasive words by the grasping of a delicate camera to lead the material up to his eyes, piercing an otherwordly gaze through the small rectangle by the far top before snapping a picture of the view presented under their noses. Life has beauty to it–it’s a shame to destroy it.

[anomxlie]

         {  & 》❜    “which part of this face and what i said didn’t seem serious to you?” she finds it insulting that he had the audacity to laugh this off. she was catcalled. the whisper was familiar and when she turned, he was the first person she saw. that cocky attitude and aura, avery had told him that he was going to sue him for sexual harassment. “men like you need to be taught proper manners.”

ღ strxys starter ღ

❝ wait, i didn’t think you were serious, ❞ && at that, skip is laughing. he knows he comes off as an ass, but their words came off as a joke to him, so humorous that with genuine thought && hope behind it, it was actually funny.  ❝ you’re fucking with me, c’mon. ❞

( @anomxlie liked this for a skip starter )

[anomxlie]

PLEASE, PLEASE Reblog if You're a Roleplayer That Believes Mun and Muse are Two Separate People.

[anomxlie]

          {  & 》❜     Once she heard the word “free”, Jiae’s whole face lit up, wearing a wide smile. “Good, I knew you would be. I actually called before I dropped by,” she said. There were very few people around her that weren’t children below the age of eighteen, supernatural or plain vexing. So when she and Euijung met here right after her sister died, she wasn’t expecting to leave the shop with a newfound friend. “Oh just somewhere.” Excited, she ran towards the door and pushed it open, holding it for the other. “I haven’t seen you in a while so I thought I’d take you somewhere special.”

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Euijung raised an eyebrow, hesitant to answer at first. She had finished all of her clients for the day, but she needed to check just in case she forgot anyone. “Give me a second,” she answered, moving back in her to check her book. Nope, no one. “Okay, I’m free.” She stood up and grabbed her bag, slinging it over her shoulder with a smile on her face. “Where are we going?”

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            {  & 》❜     “Says the one who copied me!” Aiden yelled, point a finger at her friend with a huge grin plastered on her face. “Aren’t you used to my late night rituals already?” She asked out of curiosity, stretching a bit and yawning. “I was watching Stranger Things,” she answered in between a yawn. She was looking forward to pancakes. Breakfast food always made her day. Whether she ate it in the morning or late in the evening. She licked her lips as she thought of the smell of bacon. “We can watch it in the weekend, if you want? Where do you want to eat, by the way?” 

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“And why do you always act like a child?” Yejin retorted, mirroring the other woman’s actions by stomping her feet as well, laughing afterwards. “Fine, since you wish to stay up late yet again.” She made a “tsk” noise, leading her friend towards the table. “Tell me, what were you watching? Because…maybe I would like to watch it with you someday.” She shrugged her shoulders, a small smile appearing on her features.

[anomxlie]

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[anomxlie]

             {  & 》❜     She looked down, running a hand down her face. “She’s not my girlfriend,” she said through gritted teeth for the umpteenth time. “You caught us at a very uncomfortable situation in which she was expressing her affections for me. But I never returned them.” She threw her hands up in the air, taking a deep breath to calm herself. If she couldn’t control her emotions, she was afraid she would lash out. And that was a side of her she wasn’t ready to show her. Jiae then walked towards the other, looking at her straight in the eye. “And trust is important to me too. I trusted that you would trust me enough to know that I would never do that.”

          💎“TRUST you? You want me to actually you trust you now?” A sarcastic laugh escaping Areum. Far from impressed with the response she had gotten from her so-called girlfriend. “How am I’m supposed to do that? You’ve been lying to me all of the time! You swore you broke up with her and you lied!” Her voice raising, her entire body growing annoyed with frustration. “Trust is important to me and you broke that.”

[anomxlie]

★☆ &━ ( BLOOD TIES ▰▰▰

@lonemoons

            rumors circulated around the community. the remaining survivors from the dhampir abducting incident a few months ago met up in secret. sometimes it’s in an abandoned alleyway, an old motel room or each other’s apartments. somewhere inconspicuous where they didn’t draw enough attention. supernaturals were still a thing of fantasy books and movies. little did they know. she had lived in secrecy for long enough but these meetings provided comfort and helped her with her plans. and she had heard from one of her friends that there was a bar with a pureblood vampire that may help her.

               that night, instead of doing her usual routine, she dressed up a little, applied a dark lip and thick coats of mascara and slipped inside the duchess. she could see a pair of eyes look at her from head to toe, probably sensing the she wasn’t one of the regulars. still, she mustered as much courage as she could and sat herself on the bar. the last time she drank alcohol was a few months ago. she ordered a midori sour and a basket of fries. this was usually what she ordered anyways. plus, she had a feeling she would need to stay here for a while before actually being able to meet the owner of the burlesque bar. 

            “could you please give this to the owner?” she asked, slipping a piece of paper towards the bartender. his eyes widened visibly. she flashed him a smile, enough to intimidate and watched him disappear. 

[anomxlie]

TO ALL OF YOU WONDERFUL MUN’S THAT PLAY FEMALE MUSES: i love you. you are wonderful. the difference in attention that male muses get compared to female one’s is absolutely disgusting and intolerable. ladies deserve love. they deserve attention. ladies are fucking fascinating and are entitled to just as much regard and adoration as the male ones. SPREAD THE LOVE AROUND TODAY Y’ALL. LOVE ON A LADY MUSE.