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Falling.

Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?

Hisoka think's it's beautiful, falling in love. Dangerous, and risky, but beautiful. She's seen how losing someone you love can hurt deeply— she watched Angelo lose her uncle, and she watched Victor lose Jinhee— but the one thing both men have in common is that they've never, ever regretted loving their partners. They still love and cherish their partners memories. That level of love and commitment is something Hisoka simply finds beautiful. I don't think I'd say she longs for that kind of love, but she does often wonder if anyone could love her like that.

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𝐇𝐔𝐑𝐓 / 𝐂𝐎𝐌𝐅𝐎𝐑𝐓   ♡   𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

    change any gendered language to your needs.  ♡

“   you  don’t  have  to  hide  your  tears  from  me .   ” “   you’re  doing  great ,   okay ??   i mean it .   ” “   you  are  so  strong .   ” “   please  don’t  ever  give  up .   ” “   i  will  always  believe  in  you .   ” “   why  do  you  always  think  you  have  to  do  everything  on  your  own ??   ” “   it’s  okay ,   i’m  here .   i’ll  always  be  here .   ” “   you’ve  always  been  strong  for  me .   let  me  return  the  favor .   ” “   just  listen  to  my  heartbeat ,   okay ??   ” “   come  on ,   take  a  deep  breath .   it’s  gonna  be  alright .   ” “   please ,   just  hold  me .   ” “   you  always  meant  the  world  to  me .   i’m  sorry  i  let  you  forget  that .   ” “   i  never  stopped  loving  you .   ” “   you’ll  feel  better  if  you  talk  about  it .   i’m  here  to  listen .   ” “   you’re  so  much  more  than  the  mistakes  you’ve  made .  ” “   i  forgive  you .   ” “   you  are  so  fucking  powerful .   ” “   i’m  not  leaving  you  here .   ” “   i  trust  you  more  than  anyone  else  in  this  universe .   ” “   it’s  okay  to  be  confused .   nobody  has  all  the  answers .   ” “   i’m  so ,   so  sorry .   you  didn’t  deserve  that .   ” “   healing  is  not  linear ,   but  it’s  always  moving  forward .   ” “   you  can  admit  that  you’re  hurting .   it’s  okay  to  not  be  okay .   ” “   hold  my  hand ??   ” “   you  are  my  home .   ” “   no  matter  what  anyone  else  says ,   you  are  so  important  to  me .   ” “   don’t  worry .   i’ll  protect  you .   ” “   shh ,   it  was  just  a  nightmare .   you’re  safe .   ” “   don’t  talk  about  yourself  like  that .   ” “   just  say  the  word .   you  know  i’d  do  anything  for  you .   ” “   you  are  loved .   ” “   i  just  need  a  hug .   ” “   i’ll  destroy  anything  that  so  much  as  thinks  of  harming  you .   ” “   don’t  ever  let  anyone  make  you  feel  ashamed  of  who  you  are .   ” “   you’re  not  alone .   you’re  stuck  with  me  forever .   sorry .   ” “   well ,   hello  sleeping  beauty .   you  fell  asleep  on  me .   ” “   if  you  don’t  take  your  butt  back  to  bed ,   i  will  carry  you  there  myself .   ” “   i’m  sorry  to  wake  you  up ,   but  i  really  need  someone  to  talk  to .   ” “   i  hate  seeing  you  like  this   …   please ,  let  me  help .   ” “   you  are   &   always  will  be  precious  to  me .   ” “   i  can’t  believe  that  asshole  said  that  to  you .   it’s  not  true ,   you  know .    ” “   you  want  me  to  punch  him  in  the  face  ??   ” “   you  deserve  every  good  thing  in  the  world .   ” “   you  know  i  always  have  your  back .   ” “   you  don’t  have  to  worry  about  anything ,   as  long  as  i’m  around .   ” “   stop  apologizing ,   okay ??   i’ve  already  told  you  i’ve  forgiven  you  a  hundred  times now .   ” “   don’t  beat  yourself  up  over  this .   be  kind  to  yourself ,   it’s  not  your  fault .   ”

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Fear-Themed Headcanon Questions

Send one (or a few) to my muse and they’ll answer: 

Spiders: Does your muse squish bugs or put them outside? The Dark: Did your muse sleep with a nightlight as a child? Snakes: Would your muse ever keep an unusual/exotic pet? Blood: What’s the worst injury your muse has ever had? Clowns: Does your muse prefer comedy? Or horror? Mirrors: What is your muse’s least favorite thing about their appearance? Tight Space: Does your muse ever feel that they’re not living up to their own potential? Closet Monsters: Does your muse hide any aspects of their personality/life from others? Crowds: What does your muse think of big cities? Death: Name one thing your muse has lost that they wish they could get back. Ghosts: Has your muse ever seen something they couldn’t explain? Needles: Does your muse have a strong stomach? Curses: Does your muse believe in good/bad luck? How about karma? Heights: Is your muse a risk-taker? Solitude: Name 3 things your muse couldn’t live without. Fire: Would your muse rather be very cold, or very hot? Failure: Has your muse ever given up on an important dream? Abandonment: How would your muse win back someone who left them? The Unknown: Is your muse a philosophical person? Boogeyman: What position does your muse sleep in? Falling: What does your muse think about falling in love or commitment?  Change: What was a turning point in your muse’s life? Disease: What does your muse do on a sick day? Number 13: Does your muse believe any superstitions?  Noise: Name one sound your muse finds absolutely unbearable. Insects: Name something your muse finds gross or annoying.  Dolls: Has your muse ever collected something? Getting Old: Would your muse rather live 50 years loved, or 200 years alone? Social Phobia: Does your muse consider themselves an outgoing person?

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Send me ‘What If’ scenarios for my muse to answer.

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𝕊𝕙𝕖 𝕝𝕠𝕧𝕖𝕤 𝕙𝕚𝕞. | 750 Challenge

Hisoka loves Dongchul.

That much is simple, evident, plain as day. It's a fact. The sky is blue, grass is green, turtles are reptiles, and Hisoka loves Dongchul. Unconditionally, with her whole heart, she loves him.

She'd deny it until her dying breath, though. Maybe even past it. Like hell she'd ever let him know- because while she might consider him to be her best friend, she knows that to him, she's just a distraction. A means to escape the stress of the daily grind. Her place in his life was evident by the simple fact that they only spent time together in one of three situations:

 During his regular visits to Sunrise,

 During their training sessions, and

 During their late-night rendezvous.

To be quite honest, were it not for their training sessions, Hisoka might think that all she is to him is a decent lay and a pretty girl that gives him free drinks if he looks sad enough.

But they do train together, and she knows she's more than just a pretty face in his bed. She knows he cares about her, in his own weird way. Maybe if she squints hard enough she can delude herself into thinking he sees her as a friend too. She can convince herself, if she day dreams enough, that when he's walking down the streets of Seoul that every now and again something in a window catches his eye and reminds him of her, or maybe that when something funny or frustrating happens at work he makes a mental note in the back of his mind to tell her about it when he drops by later. If she really leans in and reads into everything just a little too much, she can believe she's his best friend too. She can make herself believe, for just a moment, he loves her too.

In her defense, it wasn't like she had feelings for him she's pretty sure, anyways. The love she holds for him is purely platonic she's 99% certain. Because he's her best friend, of course she loves him. You can't just not love your best friend, after all. Can you truly call someone your best friend if you don't love them? Hisoka doesn't think so. It's only natural that Hisoka's heart swells with affection whenever she sees Dongchul's smirk-hidden smile, or the rare genuine smile that tugs both corners of his mouth upwards. It's only natural that her laughter bubbles up past her lips when he cracks a joke laced with a sarcasm that only they would understand. When her chest puffs out with pride over his praise during their training and sparring, surely, no one could fault her for that.

And as the months pass it becomes increasingly clear to the blonde that Dongchul does care about her. His method of showing it is a little unorthodox, but hey, so is hers. It's a small thing to start, really. On the way back to his place her stomach rumbled, and he stopped and picked up food first, no questions asked. It was odd, since this wasn't the usual 'eating-out' that was done in his kitchen, but it was nice. They ate, and they talked, joked around, had a drink to wash it all down with- and when his lips met hers he tasted of his order that she'd already committed to memory and half-decent beer. By all accounts, it should be pretty gross, and she cringed knowing she probably didn't fare much better, but to them it didn't seem to matter. At least, not being minty fresh wasn't enough to stop them.

That was the first time it occurred to her that it didn't always have to be "perfect", whatever that is. She didn't have to be perfect to see him, to hang out with him, to have him whispering screaming her name into the night with every roll of her hips. Because they weren't perfect. He was flawed, and so was she, and they even together they weren't perfect. They were still flawed. Their flaws weren't suddenly fixed when they were together, they weren't suddenly made whole. They don't complete each other, but they do compliment each other in a way that no one else quite does.

Even still, Hisoka knew that he was her best friend— the only friend she had that wasn't family. Dal and Dae were her brothers, Jiwoo is her sister, but Dongchul? He's just Dongchul. Simple as that. He was simply *her dude*. Her best friend she fell into bed with from time to time. And just the same way Hisoka loved Dal, and Dae, and Jiwoo, she loved him too. 

Fiercely, unconditionally, with her whole heart, she loves him.

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momo // 2020 soba awards

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momo x yes or yes

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"𝘏𝘦𝘺, 𝘭𝘰𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘴! 𝘞𝘩𝘰'𝘴 𝘤𝘰𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘮𝘦 𝘵𝘰 𝘢 𝘣𝘢𝘳? 𝘐'𝘭𝘭 𝘣𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘴𝘯𝘢𝘤𝘬𝘴 𝘪𝘯 𝘮𝘺 𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘣𝘢𝘨."

                             @maneo-zero​ by Arlyn for Ari

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"𝐁𝐞𝐜𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐞 𝐠𝐮𝐞𝐬𝐬 𝐰𝐡𝐨’𝐬 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐬𝐨𝐛𝐞𝐫 𝐚𝐧𝐝 𝐡𝐚𝐝 𝐭𝐰𝐨 𝐭𝐡𝐮𝐦𝐛𝐬...𝐈 𝐦𝐞𝐚𝐧, 𝐡𝐚𝐬."

                              @maneo-dongchul​ by Arlyn for Ari

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“ᴀᴢᴢ, ɪ'ᴍ ᴛᴀᴋɪɴɢ ᴛʜᴀᴛ ᴀꜱ ᴀ ᴛʜʀᴇᴀᴛ ᴀɴᴅ ᴡɪʟʟ ᴄᴀʀᴠᴇ ᴍʏ ɴᴀᴍᴇ ᴏɴ ʏᴏᴜʀ ꜰᴀᴄᴇ ɪꜰ ʏᴏᴜ'ʀᴇ ɴᴏᴛ ᴄᴀʀᴇꜰᴜʟ…”

                                 @rocky-maneo by Arlyn for Ari

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                           "𝙏𝙚𝙖𝙢 𝙈𝙚𝙖𝙩𝙮 𝙏𝙤𝙥𝙨, 𝙖𝙨𝙨𝙚𝙢𝙗𝙡𝙚!" 

                                            @maneo-dal   ᵇʸ ᴬʳˡʸⁿ ᶠᵒʳ ᴬʳⁱ

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maneosoobin​:

so far away;

Luci ran his fingers through his hair in irritation. He had been perfectly fine. He could genuinely laugh and not be scared after the attack that happened two years ago. Why did she have to shatter everything again? She came like a hurricane that destroyed everything on its path. It’s like he’s back at square one. 

‘Fuck, she never really cared about you. Until now she doesn’t. She only cared about herself.’ Frustrated, Luci tore the drawing from his sketchbook and threw it in the garbage bin. 

As he sat back down on the couch, a slight movement was picked up by his ears and the man finally looked up at his surroundings. His frown quickly turned into a smile, “Oh hey. I didn’t see you there,” he beckoned the person to sit beside him. “What’s up? Do you need something?”

It wasn’t unusual for her brother to spend an hour or two (or four) up on the rooftop of Sunrise. All too often would Leona see him walk in, say hi, and then head upstairs with his sketchbook to have some time to himself. Sometimes she wouldn’t even see him come in, but she’d find him up there come close anyways. It was something that she was used to, because it wasn’t at all unusual. 

What was unusual, however, was the way his smile didn’t quite reach his eyes today. 

That was rather peculiar. 

Weekdays were generally slow, almost painfully so... the bar was nearly empty... surely, taking a bit longer of a break would be alright, wouldn’t it? Jiwoo could handle being in charge for a bit. And she’d only be upstairs if things got busy, for whatever reason, and it was nearly closing time anyways- and there was this nagging feeling in the pit of her stomach telling her to go check up on her brother... 

“Jiji, watch the bar until I get back, okay? I’m heading upstairs. Call me if you need me, babe.” she spoke to her best friend as she took off her waist apron and made haste upstairs. 

The djinn was stunned when the opening and close of the heavy door to the rooftop didn’t get his attention, and even more stunned by the frown etched on his features. It wasn’t until she was practically beside him that he acknowledged her presence and offered her a smile, which she returned with a sad smile of her own. Leona plopped down on the couch next to Luciano and rested her head upon his shoulder.

“No, nothing’s up with me. Just wanted to come see you, is all.” she said in... mostly honesty. Nothing was up with her. She did want to come see him, if only to make sure he was feeling okay. “You just seemed a bit off when you said hey earlier, so I wanted to see if you were alright. Not to mention, you were pretty spaced out, dude. Somethin’ just seems up.”

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maneo-yeonjun​:

As soon as the barista turned around, Yeonjun almost had to ask if she had seen her before. She looked a bit familiar but with the people he interacts with on a daily basis, he really couldn’t put a finger on it. “Uhm, I’ll just have a draft beer for now,” the arachne pulled all of his composure and smiled brightly at the barista. “It’s quite a peaceful night huh?” Yeonjun’s eyes roamed around the quiet bar as he tried to wrack his mind and find out where he had seen the woman in front of him. Was she an enemy or perhaps she is just another  frequent customer at the flower shop or the convenience store that he worked for. Hopefully, it was the latter since Yeonjun is in no shape or form, capable of fighting right now.

Bright blue eyes of a trained assassin scanned over the form of the young man at her bar and she gave him a beaming smile. The way he tucked his arms close and tried his best to cover them wasn’t lost on her, but she didn’t think very much of it. Young, pretty boy coming into a bar alone on a weeknight? Poor guy was probably shy. Maybe he was a bit of a shut in? Maybe he was pushing his boundaries, learning how to enjoy his own company as many young people were doing. There were so many reasons this guy could have for making himself look smaller than he is, for him to fidget with the sleeves of his jacket- 

She was gonna be super nice to him, she decided.

She flashed him a smile bright enough to rival her eyes, “One draft, comin’ right up. You got a preference? Or just the house special?” she asked as she set into motion, turning to grab a pint glass, pausing in front of the tap for a moment before pouring his drink of choice for the night. “Oh yeah, weeknights tend to be pretty quiet,” she spoke with a gentle smile on her glossed lips as she laid the frothy glass before her patron. “Sometimes they’re too quiet, y’know? But they’re not all too bad! Leaves plenty of time to talk to people, if they’re in a talkin’ mood.” 

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𝕆𝕧𝕖𝕣 𝕀𝕔𝕖 𝕒𝕟𝕕 𝕋𝕒𝕟𝕢𝕦𝕖𝕣𝕒𝕪

Pick your poison, but I’m not the menu // open starter

Weeknights were never what one would call “busy” at Sunrise.

So much so that Hisoka found herself organizing bottles for fun most nights, or polished glasses until she could see her reflection in them. Okay, maybe not that literally, but managing the upkeep of the place was far better than doing nothing all day. The djinn had considered looking into having the bar host those paint and wine nights or something, if only to add a bit of liveliness to the space during her shifts.

That’s not to say that the place was totally empty, to be fair. Sunrise simply looked more like a simple bar with a few regulars rather than the bumping club it usually is on the nights of weekends. Sunrise boasted a modern, but comfortable atmosphere. Not so modern it feels upscale by any means, but it’s more than your dingy drive bar. Maybe that was the reason they even had regulars on weeknights? Did people who came to bars on weeknights do it for the atmosphere? Hisoka honestly had no idea, she just ran the place. Didn’t matter very much which two ways why they were here.

Her back had been turned when she heard someone slide into of the bar-stools near her, and the blonde called out over her shoulder as she struggled to put a bottle of rum back up on the shelf it belonged on, “I’ll be with ya in just a minute!”  With one last stretch on her tippy-toes she managed to push the bottle back in its place with the label facing the front. She gave it a wide, satisfied grin as she nodded in accomplishment, “There we go! Now! What can I getcha?” she asked as she turned around to face the patron at the bar. 

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“You’re insane!”

The blonde rolled her eyes are the younger girl, “Yes, I know, but think about it Su! There’s no fire escape from my window. BUT!” the Djinn channeled her magic within her, slowly shifting from her calves down into a cloudy mist before snapping back to a solid form, “If I just turn us into mist we can sneak out! Dad won’t even realize we’re gone! Then I’m not breaking curfew, you’re not going against your punishment for sassing him at the meeting last week, and we get to go to the concert.” 

The blonde had satisfied smirk on her lips, and a cheeky hand on her hips. “The only tricky part is gonna be convincing him we’re.... y’know. Studying or some shit.” 

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“What is that?”

“This?” the Djinn gestured to an icy cup filled with iced coffee far larger than any being, human or otherwise, has any business drinking. The contents were a little under half way drained, and the blonde’s bright blue eyes were wide open, “It’s coffee! Well, it’s espresso. 30 shots, to be exact, with 18 shots of white chocolate mocha syrup,” she punctuated her statement with a sip, “And yes, it’s a heart attack in a cup, you don’t even have to ask.”

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🌆: do you get homesick easily? + 🌉: in your opinion, what's the biggest obstacle one can face?

🌆: do you get homesick easily?

Oh, big time. I hate being away from the pack. I don’t think I could ever bear to be away from them for like, longer than 3 days without crying like a little bitch. I’m willing to drag myself on this. I’m a daddy’s girl and the longest I’ve ever gone without seeing him was the 3 weeks I spent in a coma after taking like 6 bullets for him.

🌉: in your opinion, what's the biggest obstacle one can face?

I think it’s different for everyone, because we all live such vastly different lives. I think, ultimately, it boils down to facing your demons. Your inner demons are specific to you, and one day, whether you like it or not, they’re going to come for you. For me, it’s loss. Failure. The loss of my father, the loss of the countless lives who passed in the attack. The failure of not being able to keep them safe. But like I said, it’s different for everyone.