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hello! i just want to let you know that this blog is closed now. if you want the URL to the new blog, DM me. i want to keep my dash as clean possible- aka to those i actually write & plot with.

thank you for a wonderful time and take lots of care <3

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hi everyone! don't worry i'm not gone, but as my pinned post as said for some time, when i'm on here, i've been setting up the new blog along with the carrd and updating my muses' bond pages and bios there and elsewhere as needed. hopefully i'll be done with it all by the end of the month so i can then carry threads over too <3

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me @ annie: hey, uh...where did you get that scalpel?

annie: 🙂

me: ....can you tell me where you got the syringe at least?

annie: no 🙂

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hello!! apologies for being MIA for the last...few weeks or so?? time apparently doesn't exist for me any longer 😅 i promise i've been writing consistently ( outside and on other blogs ) and plan to get to some drafts here soon actually!

i'm actually going on vacay with my mom next week ( to disney world haha the capital of capitalism really :'D ) so while no writing for that week, this one, i hope to get a few done here and on patrick's blog b4 i shove them all into my queue!! 🥰🥰🥰

that being said, i had a question that i wanted?? maybe some insight on?? nothing negative really-

so as my pinned post states, i will be moving my multimuse in the new year, but there are a few muses who i don't plan on putting on my main roster....however they do have a few dynamics/threads that i want to keep writing only for those individuals. so....would i still list them on my blog o? like?? do i put them in as secret menu muses?? just in general, i would prefer to keep them more on the dl as i'm not looking to have too huge of a list on the new bloggo 😅

any and all advice is appreciated~

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alright i've decided- i'm gonna move blogs and give it new aesthetic and url. i'll take some muses off too and most likely i'm only going to follow those i either plot with, have an established dynamic with and/or seem interested in writing with me more. will let you know when it's up!

the way i think moving blogs might help with my enthusiasm on here but also not knowing if it would actually help....

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the way i think moving blogs might help with my enthusiasm on here but also not knowing if it would actually help....

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things your muse will notice about mine. ( repost, don't reblog. )

ANNIE YERIN CHOI.

what they look like : honestly, like a drowned rat. yes, i know her fc is pretty but realistically, since the incident, self care and personal hygiene isn't exactly a high priority on her list. often she can be found with a bedhead ( hairties help a lot here ) and no makeup. she also wears very loose and oversized pieces of clothing- not form fitting really...almost like she's disappearing within her clothing. also her eyes have prominent circles mostly since she takes the night shifts and bby doesn't sleep well most days...:'D

what they smell like : does water have a distinct smell? probably not, but i'd say most likely like chlorine or ocean water...whatever is the closest large body of water she can find. she likes to go swimming on her free nights and before her shifts so most likely if you smell water somehow in the convenience store it's probably because of her. either that or jasmine green tea, the kind her aunt makes for her often. if she ever does wear perfume though, it's probably be something like 'ocean breeze' - again she is a beach girl so anything sea or water related is what she'll default to.

what they taste like : water?? we're not committing cann*ibalism here are we?? okay how about boiled eggs since she does love eggs.

what they sound like : on the lower end, slow, soothing, but halting. she zones out so she'll often trail off in the middle of her sentences. in the past, it was a lot more vibrant, but these days, sometimes her voice can be...hm, monotone? kinda spacy like not she's somewhere that isn't the current conversation. i actually had been watching dang*anronpa 2 and i thought a lot about her....chia*ki's voice actually perfect for annie since the character is also a bit of an airhead ( still love her to pieces however </3 )

what they feel like : maybe this goes into the horror realm, but annie is very...wispy. almost like she's not even there unless you're actually looking for her. her touch is very light and gentle as to not startle anyone- it's like when a light breeze blows in and you barely wake up to it?? either that or when a chill runs down ur spine for no particular reason....yeah that's what she feels like <;/3

tagged by : @velvetineblue ( thanks~~ i'm going to do it for a few others too ) tagging : @uroborosymphony ( ara!! ) @jeoseungsaja ( for....hyuk my child-in-law?? ) @pararennial @mythvoiced ( seokju!! ) @byanyan and you!! steal it &lt;3

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a concept: ya*kuza short king whose gang really ends up just being all the weirdos and outcasts he took under his wing and his buff tall female bodyguard has a sword

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low key tempted to make a modern verse for aeri 🥺🥺🥺

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shoplifter...? ➜ The shoplifter looms over her. In another life, a height difference would have done little to stop Annie from demanding that they empty their pockets. The Annie of the past has dealt with patients much bulkier than this one; just because she looks benign doesn’t mean she can’t hold her own.

That, however, was an Annie of a different time. Here, she tenses at the thought of the police. Even if they did believe her, would they even help her, let alone believe the mad girl her? Heart palpitations in her chest- it’s not like what the shoplifter took is even that valuable: an instant ramyeon bowl and a ramune bottle, the total going under 7500 won. In these situations, she imagines her aunt would have probably just let the shoplifter go instead.

She balls her hands, however. They’re right- even if she was who she used to be, legally, she can’t lay hands on them. Especially if they’re a minor. “Take off your jacket and empty the pockets instead, then. If you’re telling me the truth then…” She trails off, owlish eyes watching them carefully now. “That shouldn’t be a problem for you, right?”

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ㅤthis is their own fault, really. they'd gotten careless, overconfident. even though they'd gotten out the door without any alarm going off, they'd obviously been spotted pocketing things by someone inside the small store. should have been more cautious, more subtle — just because shoplifting has been almost yawn-inducingly easy lately doesn't mean that every theft will be the same way.

on the plus side, this place seems like it must be a family-run shop. instead of being out here with a security guard who poses some amount of threat, they've been apprehended by the cashier. all in all, it shouldn't be too difficult to get themself out of this.

ㅤㅤ" yeah? "ㅤutterly unfazed, and even sounding somewhat amused by the whole turn of events, byan sizes the cashier up and raises an eyebrow. at this point, they've more or less stopped denying that they've taken anything.ㅤ" an' what're you gonna do if i say no? y'really think you can drag back inside and hold me there 'til the cops show up? "

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oppa. ➜ THIS IS PROBABLY why Hyuk-jae is an author, not a doctor. The former can sit with the uncertainties and the paradoxes of the human experience- he does not have to fix them; he’s allowed to merely describe them and exist alongside them. The same cannot be said for a doctor. Or a doctor-in-training like Annie was. 

Annie, on the other hand, has never thought too hard about the unexplainable contradictions humans will live through. Science dictates that all natural phenomena can be explained, can be understood even by the dullest of minds. If it couldn’t be, then why would doctors keep pushing and pushing the boundaries of research for their patients? Of course, that isn’t to say all explanations are born equal, aren’t given equal standing. 

( Like the justifications the police gave for that incident. No, none of them were good enough. Would never be acceptable. )

“I think that’s the best part about the water.” She muses, thoughtfully. She kneels down, knees sinking in as her skirt floats at the surface. It stretches, unfurls slowly like a water lily. It’ll have time to dry in the sunlight, however, Annie will think later as she cups some of the water. It slips between her fingers, leaving behind evidence that glistens in the sun. “It can be your friend or your enemy. It all depends on you.” Another giggle though. “But it’s okay Oppa- I’ll make sure to help you if you are drowning.” He is right after all- just as there is only one Annie, there is only one Hyuk-jae-oppa-

And isn’t that a reason to keep her head above the water?

She stands, water dripping from her hands, her skirt, and now her legs before the weight of his blazer settles on her shoulders. The sun still beats down on the both of them as a softer smile creeps in. “My favorite memory…?” There are probably many she knows of- all good things she tells herself comes from the water. The question is simply which one will surface first. And then, she smiles, hand tugging on the lapel of his jacket.

“Today then. I haven’t…I haven’t seen the water since-” She cuts herself off; they both know what she’s talking about. “Imo don’t like it when I go out by myself. She thinks something bad will happen if I’m alone for too long with the water. But I…I think today is a good day because of it. And because I’m here and you’re here. Thank you for taking me here today, Oppa.”

Momentarily, the blues envelops them from the sky down to the water beneath their feet, and how their laughter has scattered through the wind that blows. If he has to pronounce this instance into words, would it ever be anything other than happiness? A fleeting moment where he could rest his restless self and anchor himself into the lady’s youthfulness. 

He bends down and gathers a handful of water between his palms, only to strike and splash them at Annie at the perfect timing he has schemed so, earning him nothing but her whinings. It takes them a while until he’s weary of staying too long in the water that he steps out into the sandy area to rest. 

“I don’t know. I have a love-hate relationship with it.” He curtly says but Annie’s expression shows her curiosity. Besides, he didn’t mind sharing further. “There’s the fear yet I feel calm when I see it from the outside. But when I view it closer, it feels overwhelming as if anytime, it could swallow me alive. That’s the best way that I could put it. Other than the fact that there was a time when I did almost drown so people would rather denote it as some kind of trauma.” 

Hyuk-Jae smiles bitterly, ‘I suppose we have a varying experience with it.” There’s a pause. He’s gotten a little serious again, hasn’t he? And he laughs this off, with the back of his hand covering his mouth and eyes crinkling at the corners. “Well, you seem like you make a good swimmer so make sure to come to the rescue if this favorite brother of yours fell right there.” he shakes his head lightly, “No, rather than make sure, i’d say you have no choice but to do so. There’s only one Hyuk-Jae in the world, after all. You wouldn’t want to lose that.”

Time seems abstracted in their stay in this spot and he has always liked it for this. Peaceful and refreshing, just what he needs from all the deadlines (and dreams he has been having, not that he could personally tell her, nor anyone about this).  

“Aren’t you cold after getting wet from the water?” He snorts, it was his fault to begin with and as if he’s guilty, Hyuk-jae takes his blazer that rests by the sand and hands it over to her after dusting it off. “Here you go. Well, if you say you’d rather stay here I also don’t mind. I’m a boring person to begin with, but I didn’t think you’d be one yourself.” While he didn’t mean his own words, he could not help but run his mouth at times just to tease Annie. “While we’re at it, tell me one of your fondest memories of the sea?”

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context: one night stand except with the same person & now they spent the night. ga-ram doesn't like this :'D

"You should go now." It's not supposed to go this far- sleeping with the same person more than once and then having them stay the night too. But then again, Ga-ram has always had a bad habit of sticking his nose into places it shouldn't be. Being pulled towards and staying with people he knows aren't good for him in the end. Isn't that how he gave more than a decade of his life to Yohan?

Turning away, he pulls on his briefs, skin tingling with goosebumps. It's chilly this morning- he pulls his shirt on too. "I'll make you coffee to go."

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too familiar.

  THE RUCKUS OF GLASS SHATTERING in the middle of the night is what makes him rise from his seat and leave the half-drawn sketches on his desk. He’d sensed the HEAT of a body nearby, yet paid no further attention, thinking that they’d only be passing by — NOT breaking one of the windows of his own establishment. 

    Glass is just glass. Something that can be repaired. Fortunately this window is not so big, only enough to perhaps slide an arm inside and attempt to touch stone wall and the few rolls of fabrics nearby. Hae-Geon is not actually concerned about that, but curious about the other’s reason why. Why did this person decide to punch (apparently, judging by the bright red lingering around limb) the window; why did they think that injuring themselves would be a good idea? To steal? And if so, what? To the Imoogi, his shop holds plenty of treasures, but to some people, these items are just clothes. Better to go steal a bank, or a convenience store, if that’s the case.

   “Is there, really? Nothing to see. I think there is plenty.” His voice is calm; hands even resting in the pockets of his tailored trousers. “From the hole you just made on the window, to the blood running down your hand…to the fact that this is my shop, and you just caused property damage.” A bit of sour gets sprayed on those last words, simply because he’d rather not deal with people he doesn’t know much about. He knows they need that hand bandaged, though. 

   And leaving them there to bleed would only awaken old memories he rather not remember so vividly. 

   “Come inside. You must have gotten pieces stuck in.” A pause. “After it’s bandaged we can both go on. How’s that?” 

GA-RAM HAS ALWAYS BEEN PRONE TO VIOLENCE. No, that hasn’t always been the case- there was a time, when things were better, when they were younger, they avoided violence. Or at least they tried to- his father always told him violence, even backed by good intentions, was never the solution. To help society, one needs to cooperate with others and work with the system to change it.

Ga-ram wonders what their father would think of them now.

( Probably not much. At this point, they’ve strayed too far from the path Lee Dong-sun had once nudged them down. It’s only a result of trading one idol for another. )

The pain spreads and settles in his knuckles like fresh water in a sponge. Drip, drip, drip. If the glass on the ground isn’t considered an occupational hazard, then their blood might be. They grimace- did he just say this was his shop? Fuck. He tenses although deep down, there’s more than one reason to do so: why does this voice send a chill down Ga-ram’s spine?

“If you care that much, send me the bill. It’s just a window- not like it can’t be replaced. I’ll even clean up the mess for you.” Ga-ram retorts. They look up, freezing for the slightest of seconds. That outline in the darkness, the fine threads of his clothing catching the little bits of light from the streetlamp, and that voice, now that they’ve heard it again, it can’t be- they bite the inside of their mouth. “Why? It’s like you said, I caused property damage so people like you should be calling the police.”

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also planning on making a few revisions to annie- mostly the fact that she wanted to be a surgeon and that perhaps the incident that changed her life for the worse happened in south korea instead?? it would make more sense for the place to be local since most of her connections are there anyways ( also it would provide a better reason that annie would want revenge, being in close proximity )

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another fact about annie: i know it's said in her personality profile that she has a tendency to zone out often, but it's more accurate to say she has dissociation episodes often, zoning out, losing awareness of her surroundings, and frequently becoming immobile as a result of her ptsd. it's one of the reasons she hasn't been able to continue her studies in medical school as not only is her trauma tied to a hospital, but also the reason she doesn't go out often, especially not alone.

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annoying. ➜ As a matter of fact, Ga-ram doesn’t know these mundane but important things about Annie. He doesn’t know a lot of things about her if he’s quite honest- ‘friend’ is a generous stretch of a label. But then again, Ga-ram doesn’t quite remember the last time he’s had one- an actual ‘friend’, one not fueled by the need for revenge. But what he does know about her is that she’s a survivor, one of a terrible incident and one she probably thinks she shouldn’t have survived.

He knows a thing or two about that, at least. And about picking up the pieces in the aftermath. 

It takes one to know one.

“You sound more like her stalker than her best friend,” he bites back, his beer unfortunately, or maybe not, almost finished. Maybe he can use getting a new beer as an excuse to leave her presence. “How am I supposed to know that? We don’t go out to eat.” And if they do eat in the convenience store, then what he would know is her instant ramyeon preferences. And her favorite flavor of ramune. 

Nevertheless, Ga-ram keeps a steady, if not unamused glare. The best lies go unmentioned, yes, but a stone wall can act as a suitable replacement. Ga-ram’s never been the sociable kind anyways. “You tell me; the flashiest people always have the least to hide.” He won’t add that they tend to be the most disappointing to know in person too. But from the looks of it, Ara and her boyfriend seem less preoccupied with keeping up appearances in comparison to making a statement. The former of the two even has taken up most of the couch for her own leisure.

He follows her gaze at the now empty pool table and tenses for the slightest of seconds. Honestly? No, he’d rather not- if Ga-ram had it his way, he’d probably be leaving this party too. There’s too many reminders of the work he used to do, times where he learned to blend seamlessly into the environment. From busy bars to dark alleyways, from learning the ropes of playing pool and dealing cards in poker to learning the ins and out of drug dealing, he assimilate to the point he would always need a minute or more to remember who he actually is. Who he’s actually there for. “...Fine. Is it just us or are you bringing your posse along too?”

As he is speaking, the thought of his dirty underwear in Annie's laundry basket crosses her mind. It makes her sick. Ara's intensity couldn't help but to poison every single thought running in her mind. Every thing becomes a fight with her for the assertion of dominance. Especially the presence of someone new on the territory of her loved ones. "Babysitter? How witty of you. I like to call myself a very very caring best friend. If you don't care about who she hangs out with, that's not so nice of you. Do you not pay attention to the things she likes as well? Her favorite color and the texture of the sauce in her tteokbokki?" Oh she is annoying and deep down she knows she is, not truly delusional of what she tends to project, it amuses her. What comes next in the conversation however makes her eyebrows furrow slightly. Ara's most powerful weapon is not her intimidation and bitch attitudes but her mind and what she stores inside : every single element she sees, hears, reads, listens to - all of it, stored. "The wrong person mm?" She questions taking a slow sip on her drink. She swears to herself she did see him before. If it wasn't in flesh, perhaps a picture or something smaller : on a document? Or Is it possible he is in the right, that she's the one mixing memories? Doubt installed. His following question picks her interest however - even though she hates him at first sight, she acknowledges this one is elegantly and smartly asked. "Do I look like I work office hours to you?" With the black dress, the fur, the heels and the tattoos all over her shoulder and arm, she indeed does not look like a lawyer. "Me and my man, let's just say we are concerned citizens. We dream of a city that wouldn't be ruled by the corrupted but you know, what a sad twist when the law gives birth to corruption itself. A snake biting its own tail. So no matter how hot Judge Jung sounds, that could never be me. " Ara speaks now standing up from the sofa, her eyes still directed towards Garam down his seat. "Wanna play pool? With Taiyang and Annie this time - even though I know you would die for more of my company. Table is free and I feel like winning today."

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LITTLE WOMEN 작은 아씨들 (2022) ⌊ ep.01 | dir. kim hee won ⌉