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  CHOON HAS MOVED TO …  WANDHEARTED

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  CHOON HAS MOVED TO …  WANDHEARTED

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  CHOON HAS MOVED TO . . .  WANDHEARTED

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           HEY GUYS !! sorry about the quiet here, I had planned to have things ready to go before now but I ended up very sick for about two weeks that put me even further behind – but I don’t want to keep you guys in suspense forever so here is what is happening :

I am moving Choon to a multimuse account with a couple other OCs ( three atm ). This will be one of two multimuse accounts I will be making ( the other one deals with darker themes so I’m keeping them separate ). The account isn’t ready to go yet, I still need to hammer out a few pages, but if you’d like early access please let me know !

I am making a few other changes to Choon, but these will not effect any persons I write with as I will keep our threads to the original plots we built. Thank you so so so much for all your patience guys, and I hope you can keep it going for a little longer while I get this account ready for you. Lots of love, and a happy late Valentines !!

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           HEY GUYS !! sorry about the quiet here, I had planned to have things ready to go before now but I ended up very sick for about two weeks that put me even further behind -- but I don’t want to keep you guys in suspense forever so here is what is happening :

I am moving Choon to a multimuse account with a couple other OCs ( three atm ). This will be one of two multimuse accounts I will be making ( the other one deals with darker themes so I’m keeping them separate ). The account isn’t ready to go yet, I still need to hammer out a few pages, but if you’d like early access please let me know !

I am making a few other changes to Choon, but these will not effect any persons I write with as I will keep our threads to the original plots we built. Thank you so so so much for all your patience guys, and I hope you can keep it going for a little longer while I get this account ready for you. Lots of love, and a happy late Valentines !!

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HIATUS

okay guys, life in general has turned into a stress ball and I need to take some time for myself before I have a melt down. I will still be available on @eternalbunni for the time being, though limited while I try to figure some stuff out.

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venusiian ;

⎯⎯⎯ ◌ A day bathed in the summer sun’s warm & gentle rays was more than suited for art; pack of pencils & pad of paper were taken as trusted companions to grasp beloved sister’s ethereal yet fragile beauty. Along it ( sort of hidden, as mortals never could perceive ) indulging in the solitude that allowed him to unleash his true nature & have some rest of a human body’s shackling… until a strange girl’s figure cast a shadow on the sketch of fields & flowers he made.

               Never would’ve he ever known what kind of a special human was entering his existence with such a question.

❝ Nope, you can have it. At least if you don’t mind the pencils here. ❞

And yet, said pencils were moved aside to offer even more space, topped with a smile competing with Mother Sun herself in brightness. Merely to show politeness & ease the tension ( strangers are always something to be wary of ).

❝ Please, sit down. It’s even worth it, the scenery here is amazing. ❞

        “ THANK YOU. ” It’s such a simple start, as unassuming as they both APPEARED to be, the girl left to offer an awkward laugh as she tucked herself into the bench, trying to give pencils & artist both SPACE. “ And you’re right, the scenery here really is AMAZING. ”

Well. . .what now? Eyes trained all her life to not be RUDE, and never stare, focused on the flowers, the view only occasionally marred by a passerby this place really is BEAUTIFUL, but the sparkling glamour of the person beside her was a little too DISTRACTING to really appreciate it - she can feel it buzzing on her skin. “ Do you come here often ? T-to DRAW I mean !! ” The edges of her sunny smile twitch, nice going Choon,  apparently SEEING didn’t make her any better at conversation.

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레드벨벳 (Red Velvet) - 피카부 (Peek-A-Boo)

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enjoying the flow

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rationalclover ;

         It was tempting to just keep walking and not waste any of his time on the stranger, but it was needless to say that he felt a lot of pity for her when he saw the way she held onto that map. That someone would find guidance on something like that at this day and age… There was surely no question about how lost she was. So he took a deep breath and did the polite thing to do… Well, the minimum required, really. It was more so for his conscience than anything else.

“Excuse me, do you need any help?” The most he’d do was offering directions, maybe present her with the wonderful invention known as GPS; she clearly seemed to need it. At the very least, she needed to know where she was standing. 

    SINCE STARTING this foolish quest, Chunhyang has decided her father, whoever he is, is the sort of person who believed that luck is on your side, and she’s always thought that is an incredibly STUPID way to live.  But she is going to have to rethink that stance, or at least admit that LUCK has it’s uses - because while the clock is ticking down to her demise by the death of her reputation to the one friend who is going to bring it up at EVERY OPPORTUNITY, a voice ( deep & soothing ; but just slightly annoyed ) calls out.

STARTLED by the sound she lowers the labyrinthine analogue route, brown eyes blinking away the bleary haze from STARING for so long - only to have to look up ( way up ) to meet her savior’s critical gaze . “ Y-Yeah, sorry.” Right foot forward Choon,  show you’re not a HELPLESS IDIOT . The lost girl rushes to stand, folding the useless campus map so she can point at the bright red circle. “ I’m trying to get to the ARCHIVE, but I’m having a hard time figuring out the way. ”

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Friendship. That is like home.

~ Kurt Tucholsky (via eritvita)

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eritvita ;

After checking, rechecking, and thus triple-checking the adorned patron of paper come with the scratches of Jung-Soo’s personal address, and he marvels that she indeed would trust him with this much, he comes to her house for a lately-planned dinner. He carries a burlap sack bundled with something unknown, lumpy with something unknown, and smelling of something both organic and sour with new soil thus blackened, and he walks on dirt-stained, naked feet past all the apartment complexes and rigidly-painted doors and makes sure to keep his path light-foot, and totally without sound, thus.

In a Compliancy, and an Understanding that he does have the right address thus Proved, Roland knocks on the door of the metaphorically-invisible residence, three minutes late, as promised. He waits, and he hears a chattering ruckus inside, but his eyebrows rise and he merely a’waits patiently, holding his lumpy bundle in both arms like a new babe.

     THEY’RE TOO BUSY to notice when it starts, the CLICK - CLACK of bone as the first of the half dozen charms strewn about this small apartment begins to move. It’s too soft to sound over the din, but when a second, a third, & a fourth begin to CLATTER - banging, wheezing & clicking like a HEAVY BREEZE had forced it’s way through the very closed windows three friends go suddenly still.

“ CHOON. . .” Pak-ji whispers, staring, TRANSFIXED, as one after another they sound, twings, twangs, bongs & all. His protective streak reaching for both the girls, Dee happy to be between him & the door, but CHOON ( like always ) evades him, walking to the door, brazen - EXPECTANT. It stops, the sudden silence more unnerving than the noise.

A knock, solid & confident, “ He’s here - ” there’s a scramble : Pak-Ji to stop Choon from letting whatever is out there IN, Dee, her curiosity apparently undiminished - though she does keep Ji between her & the door, to see what’s going on, and Choon SHOVING them both back with one solid motion that throws open the door. “ WELCOME - I hope you didn’t have to travel too far. ”

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‘stop looking up for heaven, waiting to be buried’

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Concept: You hold my hand and never let go.

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Pastel Colors

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send me questions you have about my character!

anything and everything. favorites. thoughts on people, on events. what they would do in a certain situation. how things would be different if something had/hadn’t happened. simple questions, complex questions. have at it!

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cheiian

                 CERTAINLY, people would deem the person a madman if anyone was to tell the tale of Wang So with a girl. They knew that Prince was back, they knew that he would STAY but did they see him as a prince? not really. They still thought him to be dangerous and WILD like the animals outside their houses. ❝now that is an over exaggeration❞ he said, quiet ( almost inaudible ) laugh left his lips, vanished in the cool air around them – 

                 feeling of her fingers on his, pulling arm around her shoulder - how SOFT this could feel, warm and just wonderful almost. Touch could be gentle, touch could feel NICE and not only bring pain. That was something SHE made obvious to him. ❝we can…❞ So replied quietly, nodding his head. He didn’t quite understand his own feelings, never was good at it either - so he would just enjoy the moment, the feeling of warmth and comfort that she brought to him. 

    WHY DID TWO WORDS make her heart stutter ? He’s never been this close before, not since he kissed her. . . ahh !! NOT GOOD -- thinking about THAT is going to make her cheeks burn even brighter. The prideful CHUNHYANG, flower of namwon - untouchable & perfect, hides her face into the crook of his arm, unsure fingers curling into the fine softness of his sleeve.

“ WANG SO. . .I -” she can’t find anything to say ! Her clumsy attempt ending in breathy laughter hidden in the RUSTLE of fabric as she tucks her cheeks further into the SHROUD he creates around her. She’s speechless, she’s ALWAYS had something to say before. . .but the feeling of him being so close makes everything hazy, which is wonderful, blissful - but makes her TOO AWARE of each aching bit of silence, each breath, each idle tension of his body. “ I’m surprised you don’t take ADVANTAGE of it. Since everyone is afraid of you, you could come and go as you please, couldn’t you? ”