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what are they called again ? emotions ? ugh .   ( taken off of pinterest )

❛  you were dead.  yet, here you are.  ❜ ❛  speak your mind even if your voice shakes.  ❜ ❛  you inspire me to be nothing like you.  ❜ ❛  every day i wake up more tired than i’ve ever been.  how long will i stay like this?  ❜ ❛  fuck you’re cute.  ❜ ❛  don’t get attached.  ❜ ❛  i am fire.  i am hatred.  i am consuming.  ❜ ❛  there is a certain amount of truth behind everything that people do.  everything they do tell you a little something about them.   ❜ ❛  i wanna fucking date you, stupid.  ❜ ❛  which is it?  are you in love with a person or an idea?  ❜ ❛  you will get better.  maybe not today, but someday.  ❜ ❛  there’s a reason i never told you all of this.  ❜ ❛  let’s get drunk and tell each other everything we’re afraid to say sober.  ❜ ❛  i wanna see what happens when i don’t give up.  ❜ ❛  yeah you’re cute but are you good for my mental health??  ❜ ❛  … and then i just snapped.  ❜ ❛  i still repeat the things you said to me in my head.  ❜ ❛  your hands are scarred from murder, and yet i trust them completely.  ❜ ❛  shit.  i think i have feelings.  ❜ ❛  i believe in annoyed at first sight.  ❜ ❛  what did it mean to you?  any of it?  ❜ ❛  can someone please be proud of me?  like fuck, i’m trying.  ❜ ❛  i sometimes wonder if things only get better so that they can get worse again.  ❜ ❛  hey, sometimes you gotta kill a guy.  ❜ ❛  i broke my rules for you.  ❜

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Valerie senses his hesitance and bites: “You’re being kind.” He didn’t like people, he hadn’t back then, either. But she was getting way ahead of herself, surprised by the ease with which the conclusion had come, far too soon, too early. Unwelcome. An amiable smile wet with wine, sipping quietly. Even the sound of the man’s voice… what a haunting experience to live through, one that had the skin on her arms break out into goosebumps. For years you might smell someone on the clothes they left behind. You might have visions, dreams of them. The sound of someone’s voice, in flesh, is something no technology had been able to recreate entirely just yet.

“Touché.” Easier to let him think she was hiding than to reveal the cards so early in the game. Listens with genuine interest, seizing the opportunity to so blatantly stare at his familiar face while he speaks. “I’m afraid I have to disagree with you on that. History — yes, the way it is so commonly told. But Art can both glorify the past or crush it. It can make sense of it. Offer solace. Rip through us, inside out. I suppose at the end of the day it will still be an illusion.” Such pictures, were they trying to make sense of anything, or barely documenting? Perhaps in the display, in the holding of an event full of known faces, that’s when it all started to crumble. It felt plastic. “But what a beautiful one to experience.”

Han Se-joo. It suits you. She takes his hand without much delay, warming up to his touch. Writers have delicate, worn hands, much like those of painters — and his used to be stained in ink from changing the ink ribbons. Now laptops were a thing. “Valerie Clemence. I’m a writer as well, though I’ve been known to have many names.” A near feline smile spreads across her face, setting the wine glass on the bench and gracefully letting go of his hand. And should the name ring close to him or not, she’d know soon enough. “So, is there a set time you have to be here? When does the editor lift the curfew?”

It was an almost impossible task to feel a kind of natural comfortableness around people, especially those that he did not know. Or maybe it was worse with those that he did know, it was hard to tell sometimes. Maybe he just didn’t fit it, his edges far too blunt, same as his words, to truly ever fit in. Or maybe he just didn’t make the effort to do so, or maybe once he did, but it backfired. Either way, she had his attention, and as she spoke, giving her own reasoning to his initial comment. Se-joo couldn’t help but nod absentmindedly, his eyes moving from her face up to the black and white images on the wall. She did have a point, he could understand where she came from. It was an interesting point of view, one that maybe he didn’t fully share, but he couldn’t disregard either way. 

                                                                “ Ah, a writer. ”

 He said knowingly, maybe that is why there was some ease with her, even though he couldn’t say the same thing with other writers. But he pushed that aside, he’d think about that later. “ Well, he looked down onto the watch on his wrist, for at least another half an hour, and then it can be seen as polite if I leave, I do have a deadline. ” The drink that he had placed on the bench where he sat, was forgotten until he saw the glass and took a small sip. “ I’ve met some writers from Europe, that come here to get inspired because their characters are in Korea or Asia, and so they need more face-to-face experience so that they know what to write about, is that the case with you or? ” The calm of their secluded conversation didn’t last long, it never did, as he heard his name being called somewhere behind their back. “ Se-joo, Han Se-joo, I’ve been looking everywhere… ” His agent almost ran towards the bench, stopping his mumble as soon as he saw that he was not alone. “ Oh, you have company. ”

 It was almost impossible not to roll his eyes, so he sighed, taking another sip before getting up. “ I need you to meet someone, I hope your friend doesn’t mind. ” There was a goofy smile on his face that he really wished he could slap off. “I’ll be there in a minute.” He pushed the man, making sure to tell him that he’d be with him in a few moments. “ It was lovely meeting you, if I can help you with anything, feel free to contact me. ” Fumbling with his jacket pocket, he found a business card with his email, he didn’t give out his number to anyone. “ I hope you enjoy the rest of the exhibit. ” With a nod of his head, a final glance in her direction, he was off to suffer through whatever meeting he needed to have.

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lostsovl​:

For as long as she has lived, Valerie has never been keen on reminiscing. The past is very long. The future — unimaginably so. The past is a list of all the things she’s outlived. Revolutions, love, art, words, poetry, sunsets, a bittersweet agglomeration of memories whose weight she does not wish to be reminded of. How much longer until it’s over? Until it all reverts back to being meaningless?

Tonight’s far from it. A whole century — give or take — that’s how long it’s been. Her Korean’s rusty, of course it would be, but she’s found most people fairly accommodating ever since she’s stepped off the plane and into the hired car with an invite in hand, expenses paid. Different country, same social scene, same myriad of expensive perfume and even more expensive arm trophies on Louboutin’s. Something else brings her to the gallery — someone else. A familiar face on the guest list. One she had never thought to see again until the Earth lost its spin.

And there he is. Different, of course. Dressed… well, era appropriate. Drastically different hairstyle, new name, luminous skin, glowing under the aspirin white lights of the joint and not standing in a half-shaded smoky office behind a typewriter. Could’ve been his grandson. Could’ve been someone else entirely. Valerie keeps her hopes locked in chains: tells herself curiosity has brought her here, not anything else. Not the twisting, churning glimpse of fate in her chest, not the painful possibility that it could be….

“Not a fan of mingling?” She takes the spot at the opposite end of the bench, facing the same dusty photograph. Black velvet on smooth marble; she holds a glass of white wine, the base resting on a folded knee. It’s just the two of them and the occasional wanderer, or a waiter peeking in, topping up drinks. Defining her approach as far too vague and fearing he might simply get up and walk away, she adds, “Crazy to think it wasn’t that long ago. The distance between us as these pictures, that fateful March… merely an illusion.”

There was a long list of people that he didn’t want approach him, or better yet, the types of people that would shimmy across the polished surface of the floor, pretending that anything hung on the endlessly tall walls brings them any kind of interest. But alas, as long as the person speaking to him in this moment wasn’t his agent or anyone from the company, pushing him towards another group of mindless idiots, he’d be content. 

“ I guess you could say that I don’t like…” people would be the more honest answer, but honestly is hardly ever appreciated…” social events. You have to share some of the sentiment if you’re also here, hiding. “ It wasn’t like their bench was away from prying eyes, but it was far enough away from the center of the main room, that most didn’t even venture their way, ironically enough, that way they also stayed away from the main purpose of tonight. He spoke easily, friendly enough to anyone that heard him, not surprised that a foreigner was speaking to him in Korean. Probably from one of the embassies, funnily enough, the Europans seemed at times far more genuinely interested in these exhibits, than the rich and wealthy of Korea. 

Both groups wanting to get their money stained hands onto whatever art piece would give them more bragging rights. ” It is an illusion, all art or history is. Failed attempt to glorify the past, as if somehow the humans that lived before us were better than we are, or that we’re more advanced than they were. It’s all the same really, same as most of the other faces on the wall, they’d sell their country and countrymen for a few gold coins. “ There was a layer of pompousness that enveloped the way he spoke, a part of him that believed himself to be better than most, and that was not a hard thing to believe in. ” I apologize, I didn’t even introduce myself, I am writer Han Se-joo and you are?“ He asked, turning fully towards her and offering his hand. 

                   ” Are you also an artists or someone interested in buying something?“

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: plotted with the beautiful one

The gallery was packed, a line still leading up to the wide glass doors and the flashes of light from the cameras could still be seen no matter how far in to the building you went. The company demanded him bet here, mingle, make friends. Like his agent wasn’t painfully aware how much he h a t e d small talk. Especially with the type of people that went to these sort of things, he wasn’t even sure who was the group he despised more, maybe the artists, the list of writers and painters that would stand around with a drink in hand, ready to sell what little dignity they had to whoever would listen. Or maybe the rich socialites and business men that paraded with the newest alarmingly young woman on their arm, buying art pieces that had been priced to the heaven only so they can put them in the lobey of whatever building they owned. 

The paintings and old photos that decorated the walls, depicted the March 1st movement, determined faces of people long gone stared back in their shabby clothes. None of them would have enjoyed what was happening here, especially seeing that most of the people here would glady sell their soul and country to any bidder. 

Se-joo found himself a marble bench and sat down in the corner of one of the smaller rooms, in front of the a group of freedom fighters that were depicted as young kids, maybe in their early 20s with a look of determination that couldn’t be ignored. As someone said down on the other end of the bench, he could only hope it wasn’t anyone that was trying to sell him anything or try to sell him on anything. 

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protective starters send a sentence, get a drabble.  

“ get back here! [name]! ”

“ i’m not asking you, i’m telling you. ”

“ i got your back, you got mine. ”

“ you need bandages and rest. ”

“ you’re not the boss of me. ”

“ i’m fine. what about you? ”

“ i will always rescue you. ”

“ get away from [him/her/them]! ”

“ you shouldn’t be out of bed. ”

“ i thought i lost you. ”

“ hide. ”

“ i can look after myself. ”

“ is that a blood stain?! ”

“ you were careless. ”

“ don’t touch that. ”

“ come here, you’re bleeding. ”

“ i didn’t think i would see you again. ”

“ do you need a hug? ”

“ you saved me. ”

“ i’m trying to keep you safe. ”

“ stop hugging me. ”

“ [name], where are you?! ”

“ i won’t leave you! ”

“ what were you thinking?! ”

“ i will protect you with my life. ”

“ who did this to you? ”

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; will I be making general kirigan/the darkling and adding him to my multi-muse account? obviously. because who is gonna watch a show and not add another character. now I also have to read the books.

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will I be adding general kirigan/the darkling to my multimuse, obviously! now I have to read the books! - also seeing ben barnes makes me just whipser "sirius" everytime he was on screen.

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press the tiny ♥̩̥̩♥̩̩̥͙♥̩͙ if you want me to send you a lyrics starter from one of my favourite songs.

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press the little ♡♥ if you want me to send you a lyric starter from my spotify playlist.

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Touch Starved Prompts

Send one of the following symbols for a starter from my muse where your muse:

👫 - holds my muse’s hand

🤗 - draws my muse in for a hug

😴 - climbs into bed with my muse

🤣 - tickles my muse

🔷️ - tracing shapes on my muse’s skin

💜 - tucks my muse against their chest

☺ - cuddles with my muse

🤲 - cups my muse’s cheek(s)

💆‍♀️ - plays with my muse’s hair

💆‍♂️ - brushes hair from my muse’s face

😶 - nudges my muse

🖐 - rests their hand on my muse’s knee or hip

😿 - rubs my muse’s shoulders or back

😘 - peppers my muse with kisses

👄 - kisses my muse gently

💋 - kisses my muse roughly

😵 - pulls my muse down in a heap

😏 - bites or kisses my muse’s neck

😳 - caresses my muse’s body

👂 - nips or kisses my muse’s ear

Send multiple symbols for a starter with a combination of gestures!

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Random Starters

“We should go on a vacation.”

“Can I borrow some money?”

“So…. my parents kicked me out. Can I crash at your place for a while?”

“I’m colorblind how am I supposed to know which is the right color?”

“Please don’t be mad….I couldn’t just leave him/her alone in the cold. ”

“Look how cute she/he is!”

“I want a baby.”

“I don’t want kids.”

“Want to go to the mall with me?”

“Wanna share a milkshake?”

“I told you not to eat so much.”

“I don’t feel so good.”

“Being single sucks maybe we should just marry each other. ”

“I want to be alone.”

“I promise I won’t bring home another cat/dog.”

“I don’t think they’re good for you.”

“I’m just trying to help.”

“Don’t make me fall in love with you.”

“I don’t think we’re right for each other.”

“Stop judging me. I don’t care if this is my fifth carton of ice cream.”

“Here try this.”

“Something smells burnt.”

“Did you get another fight?”

“Let me take care of you.”

“Let me love you.”

“I want to punch you in the face.”

“I want to spend my life with you.”

“That tastes delicious!”

“I think I just got dumped?”

“I got a new job!”

“I can’t wait to leave this stupid job.”

“I hate my boss.”

“I know I’m an adult but that doesn’t mean I can’t have cute things.”

“Do you still have a stuffed animal collection?”

“Hey! Don’t touch that!”

“Look! It’s uhm… some kind of bird… you like birds right?”

“We should throw a party.”

“Wow that party sucked.”

“You can’t marry someone you just met.”

“You got married?!”

“Is that my shirt?”

“Someone broke into my house/apartment.”

“Can I pet your dog, please?”

“I got you a present.”

“I’m sorry…I may have broken something….”

“Please don’t be mad.”

“I don’t want to live without you.”

“Look at the stars!”

“We should play a game together.”

“Can you explain to me why I caught you kissing my boyfriend/girlfriend?”

“You jerk!”

“Does this look okay?”

“You have something on your face.”

“I swear you act like a child.”

“Why am I with you again?”

“You’re going to get hurt.”

“I told you so.”

“Can I sleep in your bed tonight?”

“Are you still afraid of the dark?”

“Why are you naked?”

“You asshole, you beat my high score!”

“You’re so full of yourself.”

“Do you want to go out to dinner?”

“Would you like to go out sometime?”

“I’d like to ask if you’d like to be my boyfriend/girlfriend.”

“Are you done with that?”

“No time to explain. We need to get married now.”

“I’m in a lot of trouble.”

“I have to move away. My dad/mom got a new job.”

“Move in with me.”

“We should buy a house together.”

“Is your hair pink?”

“I love your hair!”

“You’re so cute.”

“Oh my god what did I just walk into.”

“I have to be anywhere else but here.”

“Oh would you like the time…”

“Don’t burn down the house, please.”

“Can we just not fight today, please. I don’t have the energy.”

“Maybe we should break up.”

“Do you even love me?”

“What are you watching?”

“You’re into that kind of stuff?”

“Oh my god are you okay?!”

“I think we have a first aid kit around here somewhere.

"It’s so hot, I’m dying!”

“I’m going to freeze to death! Do you really have to have the house this cold?”

“Do you think he/she will like it?”

“I want to do something for myself.”

“You’re constantly changing your plans.”

“I don’t feel like you want me here.”

“You’re late…again.”

“I got fired…”

“I wish everyday was like this.”

“That waiter/waitress is really cute!”

“Are you looking at their butt?”

“Please stop me from impulse buying an eight pound bag of sprinkles.”

“I don’t have a problem.”

“Why are you wearing makeup? ”

“You look breathtaking.”

“Can I feed you?”

“I swear you get cuter and cuter every single day!”

“Can I have my stuff back?”

“Why did we ever breakup?”

“Did we make a mistake?”

“Can we go to Disney Land/Disney World?”

“I’m so tired.”

“I feel like death.”

“Well don’t you look like a ray of sunshine.”

“I’m not a morning person.”

“That’s you fifth cup of coffee and it isn’t even noon yet.”

“I can’t have kids.”

“I’m dying…”

“Will you shut up for a second?!”

“My ex just asked me to marry them?”

“Why are you still hung up over your ex?”

“Wow that person looks just like you!”

“Can you send me pictures of your cat/dog?”

“I’m a simple man/women. I like naps, cute animals, and running from my problems just like everyone else.”

“Will you just ask me out already?”

“I swear you’re always on your phone.”

“We need to talk. You’re addiction to candy crush is affecting our friendship/relationship.”

“I just want you to listen to me.”

“Is that lipstick on your collar?”

“I think your crystal collection is getting a little out of control.”

“Don’t you think these dolls are creepy?”

“I think our place is haunted.”

“We need to move now.”

“I’m not going back there!”

“I’ve never done anything bad in my entire life. I took four sugar packets one time and I felt so bad that I brought them back.”

“You’re such a good person…its annoying.”

“You know you could just not be an asshole.”

“You’re behind on rent again.”

“Mmm that cake smells wonderful.”

“Have I ever told you how beautiful your eyes are?”

“This is so embarrassing… I just want to die.”

“We’re breaking everything they gave you and going shopping.”

“You really need to stop wearing that ring.”

“It’s time to move on.”

“I told you they were no good!”

“I wish you would just leave them already. ”

“Do you want to stay at my place for a while?”

“Why is there someone sleeping in your tub?”

“Did we get married?”

“I never want to touch a bottle of alcohol again.”

“I’m sorry for the things I said when I was drunk.”

“That’s way too much sugar! Are you trying to kill me?”

“Why are you crying?”

“Have you really just been looking at pictures of cats/dogs all day?”

“Stop sending me memes!”

“I want to marry Godzilla and there’s nothing you can do to stop me.”

“Aren’t you lactose intolerant?”

“Are you sure you should be eating that?”

“My head is killing me.”

“Are you really doing another DIY project? The last one nearly burned down our house/apartment.”

“You’re being too loud. It’s scaring the dog/cat.”

“Can you help me give her/him a bath?”

“Remind me why we thought this was a good idea?”

“You keep hogging all the blankets.”

“I’m getting a cat/dog.”

“I have to go to the hospital?”

“Why didn’t you tell me you were so sick?!”

“Stop trying to flirt with the cashier.”

“The barista just gave me his/her number.”

“Can we just pretend this never happened?”

“I can’t believe you did this behind my back!”

“I told you not to take them back.”

“I’m not going to be here for you when they break your heart again.”

“I think my bank account just laughed at me.” 

“Why is everything in the kitchen pink?” 

“Did you redecorate while I was gone?” 

“How long have I been out?” 

“Why are their paw prints all over the place?” 

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I’m begging for you to take my hand Wreck my plans, that’s my man

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The gust of wind did nothing to quell the internal turmoil that was bubbling closer to the service. “ And w h a t exactly would you like me to do about that ? “ His tone of voice was clipped and icy. 

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                      SHE WAS IN HER RIGHT ELEMENT WHEN engrossed in music, eyes slowly closing as live instruments guided their movement. it was in times like these when the world stood still, senses attuned to immediate environment only.   ❛  you do not.  ❜   his fears finally dismissed, the ability to keep up with her satisfying enough.  ❛  though, if it’s not from this you get your inspiration, where does it come from?  ❜   writing was an artform in itself, appreciated mostly by those incapable of finding the right words when needing them the most ( kyesun was indeed one of those victims ).

It took no effort to move around the dancefloor to the melody and song performed live on stage. It was that specific part of night, where the drinks were flowing, and people had allowed themselves a moment to forget, well everything outside of these walls. “ I am sure it would be more poetic to show some kind of pretense about how even the smallest part of my day can bring me inspiration. But sometimes you have to force it. “ Publicly he was known for mundane love stories and covers of mundane events, in private he was the mastermind behind the resistance being informed and organized, and the C O D E S in the newspaper. “ And what brings you inspiration ? “

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                    THE NAME SPARKED NO MEMORY,  which may be the very best thing. kyesun didn’t enjoy the act of catching up, its premise hardly entertaining enough. for reassurance’s sake, a pleasant smile accompanied her due introduction:  ❛  nice to meet you hwiyoung-ssi. i’m yeon kyesun.  ❜   hand hugged his with reciprocated interest, posture tuning itself in on his presence.  ❛  do you dance, by any chance?  ❜   a challenge of a wording, boredom threatening to seize her unless she got up moving. though not necessarily common for a woman to ask so openly, kyesun hated the idea of sitting around waiting when she could have what she wanted right here and now.

Eyes on her, while he couldn’t deny the shadows behind, decending onto the dancefloor and among the occupied tables. Ever present watchful dogs that would snif and bark, until they sensed blood before they’d viciously attack. It was almost like he could smell them in the air, like these were not just human bodies and limbs, like any other, as if they did not bleed the same red everyone else did. While they were men, Hwi refused to see them as such, it made things easier. “ Only when a beautiful woman asks me to. “ Was his immediate reply, quickly getting up, and taking her hand, the same one he shook just seconds ago. Moving them both from the bar and between other dancing bodies. “ I hope I do not disapoint as a dancing partner. “ The half smile, half smirk was there, like a second thought.