#re. theimpalpable

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable​ | 🍻+ "what are you thinking about, right now?" (Hyun and Boram, Boram wishing to acknowledge more about Hyun's trains of thought, also wishing to just hear him talk, whenever there's a chance? More likely than you think; are they even highly affected by alcohol, probably not, bUT) drunken confession.

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He’s more fond of the taste of this particular drink than the notion of drinking alcohol. No, better yet, he’s mostly fondest of the company he gets to share than any colourful liquid swimming in his glass right now, as he brings it to his lips and regards Boram with the same look he’s done most of the evening, this fine balance between watching who’s talking and not possessing the self-awareness to realise how evidently he’s using that as an excuse to look at the dragon a little longer.

It’s cosy, that’s the most important part. He sets cross-legged on the floor of his current apartment, bare feet, pyjama shorts, some hoodie he found somewhere. He doesn’t have to be anything or anyone, doesn’t have to pretend to not be something, he can speak as he wishes, think even more so and yes, Hyun isn’t exactly the type to rob himself of these capabilities on a regular basis.

But even he, as he likes himself to be, sometimes makes statements with the knowledge he might need to prepare for instant backlash. He’s not dense to his own words - not too often, at least, and when he is, he’s only dense when impulsivity was the one to gently pluck them off his tongue - and he’s not blind to the features of others, so he knows when he’s moments from being dragged into something.

And then, of course, there’s his company. He’s silent as he finishes his sip on the homemade cocktail, silent as he lets the liquid wash over his tongue and coat the roof of his mouth and his inner cheeks with flavours he’s still trying to determine his opinion on. It’s not the easiest thing, to get seriously inebriated when possessing the abilities they do. But it’s not impossible. And at this stage, the warmth spread into his cheeks and adding that extra layer of colour to them, the sweetness of the drink running down his throat, and the ease settling into his mind, they’re still pleasant, still devoid of nonsense or intensified emotions, as his body reacts to the poisoning.

He just feels nice.

Because of his company.

Yes, that’s what he was assessing. He smiles, wide, opens eyes he hadn’t realised he’d closed while swimming in his own thoughts. Because his company is nice, because his company makes him feel as though questions are posed in wonder and not demanding him to justify his thoughts, because his company smells of all that is healthy and airy in the world, like a spring in the mountain, and all the water that lands in the valley has made thousands of flowers bloom, because he keeps giving and because Hyun is the bee so eagerly settling on the azalea blooming near the riverbank.

He isn’t even sitting that far away - and it’s nice? It’s so stupidly nice and his chest keeps doing that thing, his heart, it keeps going and going and going at it, the way he can sit on the floor of his home and everywhere he walks and touches he leaves a little bit of his scent, and is it the alcohol, or has he always felt this deeply as a fox would, in regards to dens? But far enough that Hyun seems it suitable to stretch out one of his legs and poke Boram’s thigh with his toes, repeatedly, playfully, gently, with a snort he doesn’t notice bursting out of him ahead of time.

“You. And this cocktail,” he lifts his glass. He didn’t even have any suitable glasses, just these... normal ones. Whatever. “I’ve no idea if it turned out okay, because I don’t know what it’s supposed to taste like, but I like it,” he tears his gaze from the beverage, tilts his head until he’s almost resting it against his own shoulder and doesn’t know how he’s looking at Boram, doesn’t know what others can so evidently see, in the appreciative gaze, in the adoring smile, in the spark of like. “Thank you for trying it with me. Thank you for coming over at all, actually... And for coming back. And finding me.” He lifts the glass to his lips again, watching his own hand approach. “I’m thinking... about... mountains, and valley flowers. About... Would it sound weird, if I aske you to say the night? Not to do anything, just... to stay. Keep you to myself a little longer, maybe.”

[incoronarearchived]

 -ˏˋ   @theimpalpable       /     samuel alan king

He was a social creature; an extravert to his very core. He loved the ladies, loved spending time with them        in and out of bed       but he thirsted for a different kind of interaction tonight. He spotted the man at the bar, it was his leather jacket that stood out to him more than anything. He sauntered over, but not in a way that made it seem like he was gonna try and pick him up. It was more like a casual stroll.

❛ Any of these pretty ladies yours or are you by yourself tonight ? ❜

[stfredsa]

INCOMING   /     I think Fred could smell like a myriad of things depending on where she is? I feel she'll start having the scent dulcet shampoo, the type you buy at convenience stores because you like the scent and also because it has a fair price, maybe? Fruity-scented, and then such a scent would drown and be replaced after a long shift at the bar, no longer smelling of green apple or citrus or strawberry, but ashes of cigarette and alcohol stains. I also feel that on other instances she smells like the sea? The type that isn't calm, when the salt rubs on your feet erratically due to harsh waves; when she can't be tranquil and heavy memories overpower. —— from: @theimpalpable

alex my love, i’m gonna be real with you —— you scare me a little. simply for the fact that this was accurate as hell and i love it. it took me a long while to reply to this but know i adored this ask since the moment you sent it to me because it’s really fred down to a t —— the cheap shampoo ( it’s almost always strawberry, occasionally oranges or some sort of exotic fruit ), the smell of nicotine and generally the bar ( fried oil too, sadly... that happens ), and the ocean ! oh the bit about the ocean straight up sent me. not just because she’s inevitably tied to it as the place she goes to be sad and broody most nights, but because the ocean itself holds such a strong symbolism within fred’s character, embodying the presence of the two people most important to her ( moa and kal ) and so for it to be such a recognizable part of her this... aaah this sent me. i love this so much, oh my god, thank you.

RE   /   WHAT DO YOU THINK MY MUSE SMELLS LIKE ? ( not accepting ).

[ovcrdramatiic]

@theimpalpable || plotted for Raf & Lark

       Rafael wouldn’t say that he had an easy life, but he also wouldn’t go as far to say that it was grueling. Sure, he had to re-learn basically everything he needed to survive day-by-day, but he had the help from his family and friends. He can still sing, and he can still teach.

       Being blind isn’t easy, no, he’s not saying that. He’d much rather be back to the way he was in high school, but he doesn’t try to dwell too much on the past. His therapist tells him that he needs to deal with what he has now and make the best of it, which he agrees with.

       He’s insisted on doing most things by himself, of course with the help of his lovely golden-retriever guide dog, Rapunzel. He likes to think that he’s lucky and blessed to be where he is despite what happened. Other’s most definitely have it worse than him.

       One of his favorite things to do when he isn’t teaching is to go to restaurants and cafes that include live music. He likes getting lost in the music and supporting local musicians---plus, the food is good, too!

       This one particular morning he was sitting at a cafe that he heard about but hadn’t gone to until today. He was currently enjoying the beautiful melodies from a piano, an instrument Rafael himself had some issues learning ( he can’t even blame it on his eyesight---he was horrible at the piano long before the accident ).

       He can feel Rapunzel sitting comfortably at his side, leaning her head against his foot. “Ta gostando, linda?” he asks her with a smile and moves so he can give her a gentle pet on the back. She lets out a small sigh of content in response and they both listen to the rest of the set being played.

       Afterwards, Rafael gathers up the courage to walk up to the unknown musician, Rapunzel leading the way excitedly. Once they are stopped, the curly-haired brunet smiles and waves at the person before him.

       “Hi!” he greets, trying not to sound too excited. “I just wanted to let you know that I really enjoyed your playing. I can never quite get my fingers to listen to me when I play.” He laughs gently and feels Rapunzel sit down beside him and rest her side on his leg.

[theforsakenmyths]

More Getting to Know the Mun

Rules: Tag 9 people who you want to get to know better

tagged by: @storiesofwildfire tagging:  @seandulany / @breathingliife / @theimpalpable / @ncthing-legal / and anyone else that wants to do it!

Top 3 ships:  I ship so much damned stuff.  Here are there that I will always, no matter what, ship.

Starbuck and Apollo - Battlestar Galactica.  Those two will always be the death of them.

Nikita and Michael - From the 90′s La Femme Nikita show.  I love they way that ship is portrayed, and it was one of the first things I ever shipped hardcore.

Mia and Tric / Mia and Ash - These are from the Nevernight series.  I love both ships in their own ways, and I can’t separate them.

Last song: Tranquilize by The Killers

Last movie: Howl’s Moving Castle.  I got the Ghibli collection on iTunes finally!

Reading: I’m working through the Arc of the Scythe series.  I’m on book two.  It’s by Neal Shusterman.  I think, after I finished this series, I might re-read the Hunger Games.

What food are you craving right now? Sushi!  I haven’t had some in so long due to everything closing down with the current events.

[aworldfullofmusesmoving]

LAYER ONE : THE OUTSIDE

Name -  Arin Donovan Morrison Eye colour -  Dark brown Hair style / colour - Dirty blond, kept short and a bit untidy/spikey? this image is a good reference Height -  6′3′’ Clothing style -  His professional attire is navy blue scrubs and usually a white doctor’s/lab coat with his name tagged pinned to the pocket. Outside of work, he’s rather casual - wearing jeans and a t-shirt. Button up shirts aren’t just for formal events, he likes to wear them even if he’s just going out for a drink. He wears sneakers at all times when he isn’t required to wear formal attire. Best physical feature:  His smile ^^

LAYER TWO : THE INSIDE

Fears -  Always lives with the fear of failing his patients and families. It’s sad to say that it has happened more times than he would like and acts as though he has grown used to it because death is a part of the job - he can’t save everyone - but those that know him well know that it is just an act, and every patient he loses devastates him.  Guilty pleasure -  Re-enacting Tom Cruise’s Risky Business dance scene (underwear and socks and all) while he’s cleaning up in his apartment (not so much in his parents’ mansion because a) his parents do have a maid, and b) potential witnesses are all too common in that house) Biggest pet peeve -  His mother (and people in general) sticking their nose in businesses that aren’t theirs just for the sake of being nosy. Ambitions for the future -  He’s already living his dream of being a surgeon so he’d say settling down and having a family (with a man or woman, it doesn’t matter), working hard right up until his retirement and living out the rest of his life hopefully with his significant other.

LAYER THREE : THOUGHTS

First thoughts upon waking up: “I wonder how my patients are doing?” What you think about most: See above tbh What you think about before bed: Once again, his patients, especially if he performed surgeries that day. What your best quality is - He would probably say that he’s good at talking to people, especially families and loved ones of patients; he knows how to comfort them when he doesn’t have good news, and absolutely loves seeing their reaction when he brings them good news.

LAYER FOUR : WHAT’S BETTER ?

Single or group dates -  He prefers single dates but if he’s with a group of good friends he’s up for the latter. To be loved or respected -  Both are important Beauty or brains -  Brains Dogs or cats -  Dogs because he’s had more of those than cats throughout his life.

LAYER FIVE : DO YOU …

Lie -  If necessary. Believe in yourself -  He has to most of the time. Believe in love -  Sure does Want someone -  Definitely

LAYER SIX : EVER BEEN …

Been on stage: When giving a speech at his parents’ anniversary party Done drugs:  No Changed who you were to fit in:  In college, he hid the fact that he was bisexual because his mother made him believe that his sexuality would impact his education and career in a negative way.

LAYER SEVEN : FAVORITES

Favourite color -  Navy blue Favourite animal -  He loves dogs but his favorite animal of all time is an otter. When he was a kid, his dad took him to the zoo and was fascinated watching them swim in their tanks and play with their handlers. His dad bought him an otter plushie from the gift shop afterwards, he still has it to this day. He also really loves dinosaurs though. Favourite movie -  Jurassic Park Favourite game -  Operation x3

LAYER EIGHT : AGE

Day your next birthday will be - February 21 How old will you be -  verse dependant (main canon 35) Age you lost your virginity -  Fifteen Does age matter - Not really?

LAYER NINE : IN A PERSON

Best personality - Patience and understanding: Arin works quite a lot and sometimes is forced to cancel on prior arrangements if its an emergency. Kindness: in general, just not be a jerk? Best eye colour -  He has no preference Best hair colour -  He has no preference Best thing to do with a partner - Kiss. He loves kisses and make out sessions.

LAYER TEN : FINISH THE SENTENCE

I love - “saving lives.” I feel -  "content.” I hide -  ”my relationships from my mother for reasons I don’t think anyone can blame me for.” I miss -  ”my dog when I’m at work.” I wish -  “I could save everyone. And that my mother wouldn’t butt in to my relationships.”

Tagged by: stole back from @hunterofpixiedust (because i thought you tagged me to do it but i realized just as I finished it that you tagged me to say that I tagged you)  Tagging: @contrarymuses @theimpalpable @scarstaught @semperardens @thc-wrong-side-of-heaven @elysiahellfire @vireous

[incoronarearchived]

 -ˏˋ   @theimpalpable      /      lexine logan

❛ Are you ready for tonight ? ❜ Asks the princess, excitement in her voice. She’s smiling brightly, eyes sparkling with enthusiasm. They had a long day at the bakery but now it was time to go dancing but not the kind of dancing one would assume two young women would end up going to this late. No, it was a ballroom class          Peach already knew all the moves but she missed the chance to dance like she could at home and she thought it would be an even more enjoyable time with Lexine at her side.

[incoronarearchived]

 -ˏˋ  @theimpalpable    //   Daxten Calloway

Her father wasn’t here to introduce them but he’d made all the arrangements from his bedroom that he refused to leave. This would be her new BODYGUARD, not that she thought she needed one          though Bowser was getting more and more bold. He kidnapped her once, there was nothing stopping him from doing it again. Not to mention, things were getting more and more DANGEROUS the farther she ventured out meeting political parties with the same ideas as her. Soon, she would be QUEEN and there were people who didn’t want that. The more she thought about it, the more grateful she felt.

❛ Hello, ❜ she said brightly, standing at six foot two in her four inch heels. She was taller than him but that didn’t bother her in the slightest. His tough look, however, made up for it. His face was curled into a scowl and she thought him to be slightly frightening. Peach swallowed, not allowing it to show upon beautiful countenance. There was a nervous air to her as she approached, lifting her pink gown to curtsy for him.  ❛ Peach Marie Eleanor Rose Champéné, and you must be Frank Calabrese. ❜

[mythvoiced]

EXCLUSIVES & MAINS & CONNECTIONS~

This nifty lil post will list rp partners and FCs of their muses that, since I am so deeply enamoured with their muses and can't stop associating the faces they chose for said muses, I can't find it in me to have given (or all) blorbos of mine interact with anybody else.

BLOG-WIDE

Lee Dong-wook | @jeoseungsaja From main verse to verse 5, Alex's MASSIVE BRAIN has made me wholly incapable of throwing any of my blorbos at any Lee Dong-wook that aren't her magnificent Jeoseungsaja, Wang Yeo, Lee Hyuk. He is simply That Binch. Kaeden's older brother, Kim Shin's spouse and/or housemate, Sarang's victim, Rang's actual half-brother, you name it.

Débora Nascimento | @fatalhymn The mythvoiced blorbos have spoken, every muse who meets Amelia falls in love with her, romantically or platonically as may be, or is otherwise so obsessed with her I am starting to fear for their mental health. Ami's Amelia Stella Sinclair is the fruit of some of the sexiest, most incredible character building I've ever seen and I can't disassociate her face from her. Dude, I even forget Miss Nascimento does not have freckles.

MUSE-SPECIFIC

Lee Joon-gi | @theimpalpable for Ji Hyun, as Yeong Boram. He's a rain prince, an azure dragon, who's story with Hyun starts in captivity in ancient times and re-blossoms now in the present, when they turn from memory to constant, present and future. Boram is Hyun's soulmate and Hyun is single-ship with him.

Harry Lloyd | @/theimpalpable for Corey Atwell, as Domenic Lachlan. A friend, a mentor of sorts, maybe? Left to his own devices with no one to lean on, meeting Domenic, a kind, warm, enthusiastic intellectual willing to experience the joys of discovery and knowledge with him is kind of like... discovering how vast the world is without being afraid of it.

Tom Holland | @/theimpalpable for Kaeden, as Wilder B. Summers. Wilder is perhaps everything to Kaeden, most definitely is. He's his best friend, his sweet cheese, his good-time boy, Kaeden would set the world on fire for him, and hopes to be worthy of his friendship one day.

Park Bo-gum | @/theimpalpable for Han, as So Yong. The feeling of a soft breeze on a hot day, the first drop of rain after months of dry soil, the first sip of water after hours without, the softness of your pillow after a hard day. These are just some of the things Han equals Yong to. And it's very confusing.

Song Joong-ki | @/theimpalpable for Huáng ZhìJiàn, as So Kiheon. Some love prevails for centuries before either party even gets to call it love. A-Jiàn has never forgotten Kiheon and each day he may get closer to meeting them again, is a day he feels a little more alive than the previous.

Shin Ha-kyun | @/theimpalpable for Sköll, Sarang & Ajay (in particular), as (Kim) Nae-Gil. For Sarang and Ajay, Nae-Gil is but a name on a list. A Knight, one of those deserted, hell, Ajay might not even know who he is, Sarang might only be familiar with what he's capable of. A Knight of the Order he still was, and that connection will always remain. To Sköll, though, he's a little more than that. He makes him feel alive in the same way two flames uniting to create a wildfire create life in their own way.

You WILL most definitely find other Alex muses on this list one day, I am obsessed with her stuff, I'll nab it all.

Lee Sun-mi | @uroborosymphony for Sarang, as Calixtus 'Calista' Orion, because Lynnie said I was allowed~ immortal terrorist girlfriends, the breath of snarled and maniacally cackled air that fanned the flame in Sarang's soul back to life and reminded her that living is just, living is fair, and taking what is hers even more so, perhaps even at her side, by the side of the one woman to occupy the centre of her mind.

Shin Sung-rok/SF9's Hwiyoung | @clemencetaught Blog-wide. Here's the thing. Patrick Grace, Shin Myungdae, I am a little obsessed with what Ferre is doing with this person. Every verse, every minute interaction I have with him, because I haven't even gotten to interact with him all that much (or as much as I'd like to, anyway, hehehehe~) follows me to the end of my days. With Eunjae, with Sarang, the plotting we're doing with Maria, smaller threads like the one with Seok-ju, he's incredible. All of Ferre's work around this person makes me gasp. I had to visit their notion because I did not for the life of me remember the FC's name, in typical Len fashion, I completely forgot that wasn't just... you know, Patrick. So yeah. If I see another Shin Sung-rok, in particular, anywhere else, I will think it's Patrick.

Hoang Quyen | @stillresolved for Samuel, as Mana Minh Huynh, on one hand because even while I write Samuel very rarely because he's a little more difficult to get muse for, Mana is already impacting him in ways I could have never hoped for to the point where I'm discovering things about him I had no idea were in him, on the other hand because I just? I can't... it's? I don't shout about Mana a lot because I feel almost undeserving, and inappropriate in treating her the way I would... stanning anime characters. She's... so much more, she makes me want to treat her in all the seriousness of ancient Greek philosophers. She's incredible. She's "The Only Hoang Quyen" to put it in a weird way (I'm collecting Ferre characters the way I collect Alex characters, BEST BELIEVE).

CONNECTIONS/MAINS

These are characters who I wouldn't claim mutual exclusivity with because I'm a too chicken and forgetful to ask, but they've become very vital connections to my muses and as such, while I'd never demand anything in turn, there is no pressure or obligation here to do the same with connections here as I do because I am Insane about y'all's characters, your muses are very dear to me and as such these here listed characters will at the very least most definitely be the first names associated with the listed faces.

Jing Boran | @wantedformanysins for Chul-soo, as Nathan Chen, because don't you just love a messy 'we used to be lovers but not really then we split and now you invited me as your boyfriend to spend Christmas with you because you didn't tell your mother we split?' plot? There's a lot more to that, obviously, because Dex is one of the greatest minds you'll ever meet, her plotting capabilities are through the ROOF. The violence she makes me feel, soft aggression about how amazing it is. It's... I can't even put it into words it's just... oof.

Liam Samuels | @zodiachild for Nathaniel & Diana, as Aziz Khan. Again, Dex just... plots MASSIVE things okay. Love stories spanning for centuries, stockfull of the most violently incredible details and facets, Aziz is such an incredible fucking character, the lore iS INSANE, and Nathaniel & Diana are both so stupid about him, so absolutely gone, so insane about him, can't really expect me to not add him here~

Nana Komatsu | @wellfell BLOGWIDE, as Mori Akina, let me count all the ways I would commit heinous crimes for Akina, I have been so obsessed with this woman even beyond having Karube interact with her in so many painful, sexy, incredible ways, amplified by the way Nassy writes to kill, I'm not even sure if I got the FC's name right because it's just Akina™. I'm literally doing research on Ringu to understand her better, do you understand, I am considering buying it, do you understand.

AND!! LIST WILL BE UPDATED!! When I write things down in one sitting I will end up forgetting, so I'll come back~ Also in case FCs change~ There are some I didn't add either because they're Patrick/ashbtten related or because I'm shy or because they're in 1x1 threads or or or but hey if you ever feel like we've interacted enough that it would be a CRIME to not find on this list, we can always chit chat about it >:3

[mythvoiced]

3, 11 (👀), 13 (or jUST?? Any headcanon you'd like to share for any muses uwu), 26, 30!

@theimpalpable | ⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰

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3. Which muse is the trickiest to get into character for? SADLY ENOUGH this title continues to go to Patrick. The moment I’ll realise what his character is even like, MAYBE, just maybe, I’ll actually manage slipping into his shoes in a way that doesn’t make me feel like a fraud, doesn’t even know how to write my main muse, PAH- There are a few muses I also don’t feel overly confident in my grasp on their voice yet? Anauel, for one, I have a clear visual for them in my head, but? Their voice? A little trickier.

11. Is there another muse you’ve been thinking of adding or writing for? Who? 👀💖 It’s a shame I’m answering this ask so late, or I could have just eyebrow wiggled and made some jokes on Yeonghon, or Thanh, Fabian, Soleiel- Zhìjiàn and Chén- ALAS- Well I did briefly mention that I may or may not have accidentally started working on yet another muse, so if were to ignore these mentioned in lieu of them having been added to the muse page already, perhaps you may vaguely recall 👀 I’d also like to... *cough* write some NPCs (Eunjae’s Taeil-) or tiny muses I don’t plan on giving too much development quite yet just because they’ve been created on a whim (Han Jae-hwan, WHO?) but otherwise, yes, mayhaps this entity of sorts that is in the utmost barest drafts of their existence yet, is it even worth mentionin-

13. What’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses? WELL-- FDKLGGHJGKFL I never know what counts as weird? LIKE, what if I try to be ‘~quirky~’ and call something weird, but it isn’t actually all that weird 😔 BUT FOR YOU? ANYTHING-- Ahem, one headcanon I’d personally count as weird is the kind I have in regards to the way Yeonghon exists, physically, in any space they’re in? They’re probably a collection of headcanons rather than just only one, but I like to think that they move... weirdly, not because they can bend to impossible angles, but because, I’ve touched upon this in their about, they move as though they want to make you uncomfortable, either by standing too close or too far, moving too fast or too slow, too flamboyant or not at all, there’s no clear character defining way to the way they move because they continue to re-adapt it to people and scenarios according to criteria exclusively known to them. And that’s weird to me at least because how am I supposed to write that- So, this one is probably a little less weird, but I like the idea that Ajay is really poor at lying? It may be weird considering that the likes of him are usually forced to rely on some sort of lying abilities, but it’s? He’s so bad at it? It’s not... lack of attempting, he does want to lie, the idea doesn’t make him uncomfortable, he just... Lacks the required creativity? Which is funny to think about because he’s not inherently uncreative, he’s got a pleasant imagination, he’s good at spinning stories, but when the purpose is lying? He just... No thoughts, head thank goodness one of his main connections is Patrick because if someone knows how to lie, then it’s that bast- ANGEL LORE~ Because thanks to you, I have permanent brainrot~ (I am actually genuinely thankful, I- I love thinking about this), SO, one headcanon that might be slightly weird, or perhaps not at all, is related to their sturdiness as I’ve mentioned to you before. And it has precisely to do with the fact that I like to think they’re rather heavy as well. I don’t know if you know/recall this thing that went around, people baffled at how fricking heavy Mar.vel made L.oki? I like to think that angels truly are just... Heavy. Perhaps because they’re this sturdy, perhaps as an implication of their power and near-indistructable nature. Perhaps to justify giving them sickass super big wing- Ahem. But, yes, I mentioned I like to think that angels can control how sturdy they are to someone, by letting them manhandle them or not, and I like to think weight is affected too? An angel goes ‘dead body weight’ on you and it’s just insta-kill.

26. Which muse is most likely to have kids? SO-! You will find muses who would like to have kids and will have some, perhaps in some distant future, in some au or the other, and you will find muses who would like to have kids but think themselves absolutely unsuitable for the task. There’s no reason for me to mention this, I just like to overshar- KFLGFJHKGFH ♥ SO, considering that, I would say... Miyoung? To be honest, Hyun, too, the Ji Siblings™ feel to me more likely to not only genuinely wish for children without denying themselves that desire due to any part of their character/story/past they think makes them unsuitable to have children (*cough* Patrick *cough*), but they’re also the most likely to... Have them. If that makes sense, if they have the opportunity, if they have a willing partner (isn’t mandatory to have a partner at all, but in the case of Miyoung and Hyun, they coincidentally 👀 happen to have partners-), why not?

30. Most importantly, are you having fun playing each one of your muses? YES-! I LOVE MY CURRENT SET OF MUSES SO MUCH!! I mean, I love every character I’ve ever written, I’ll be honest, in some shape or form, BUT? I just feel... WOW, I just feel so attuned to my current set of muses, I want to take these characters somewhere so badly, I love their voices, I love their stories, I love!!! I love that I get to introduce them to you guys, I love the inspiration they give me, the stories they demand to have written, YES-! I DO! I HAVE LOADS OF FUN! THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ASKING THIS QUESTION, I OWE SO MUCH OF THIS TO YOU AS WELL!!!!

[mythvoiced]

@theimpalpable​ | “ that’s bad. ” (Félix to Samuel :D honestly, probably Félix being a mess IUWHEDIUH) two word starters

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“Ye... Yeah, that’s bad!”

Samuel isn’t one to raise his voice. Which is a big fat lie, because he does often enough for the previous statement to sound even ridiculous to his own ears, if it wasn’t for his lack of willingness to admit the decibel he could sometimes reach.

Truth simply is that when he feels like he’s losing the ongoing battle against his anxiety, when he feels his very veins are about to crawl out of his skin and choke him where he stands, when he feels just a smidgen overwhelmed with just how insanely wrong so many things can go at once, he has a tendency to break his voice into half a shout.

Not that it would gather more attention that the situation at hand, but it’s an interesting assessment to make, how someone who begs to be considered calm and peaceful is anything but on his best days, and miles away from it when you meet him on his worst days and his anxiety quickly turns from a little odd to revealing a bite he’d rather suffocate on more often than not.

But also... His desk is kind of on fire.

In a way, makes for a pretty picture.

Reflects on Samuel’s glasses and encompasses Félix in the kind of colours Samuel had always assumed explores to walk in most of the time, you know, the reflection of a burning torch as the flames it creates break their lights and shadow dances on the walls of cavern he’s making his way through, first of humankind to have walked the secret path in centuries, lit up in orange as the only source of light in his hand deems him worthy of being coated in its primary colours.

It’d be a good sight to immortalise for a scene or two, good words to keep in mind and re-use for a fitting scene, a good scenario if only it wasn’t for the fact that his desk is on fire.

Samuel’s hands have long gotten lost in his hair, tugging at the short strands while simultaneously remaining stuck there, rendering him about as useful to the situation as Félix’ commentary.

Why had he even let him into his house.

Why is coffee creamer so stupidly flammable.

Why can’t he never just drink his coffee in peace.

[mythvoiced]

Divine is The Painting or The Beholder?

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1600 Words + 10 Drabbles = 1610 16.10.2021 HAPPY ALEX DAY~ | @jeoseungsaja / @theimpalpable

Paint a world and paint it in flowers. Or the reflection of the sun as it dances along the blade of an ancient sword. Leave behind droplets of blood on a work that has its frame forged in it. Then write chapters of an unfinished story upon it, cover it from top to bottom with words scribbled upon fiercely, hand shaking in fear of aeons passed, hand tranquil in the realisation that reality will continue to be as it may be, even if the reality of that is unpleasant to bear.

Do this, and do it twenty times, and do it for every time you wonder and question the very passage of time and the purpose of it passing at all, and in between those moments, in those moments where for once perhaps you’re not wondering about the fate of the world and how your own affects it, or how your own doesn’t affect it at all for the very stagnant nature of it, keep it framed and hanging onto a spacious wall, and look at it.

Regard it and pretend it’s a mirror.

As the great guardian, as the lonely guardian, you have aeons worth of introspection to work through. You have thoughts that are painful to re-visit, yet so intertwined with your very self, that you simply can’t stray too far from them. You have doubts that pretend to not exist, you have facts protruding from your chest that you sometimes recognise and sometimes wish to not see, and most of all, you have understanding.

You have awareness, of all that is and all that isn’t, all there is and all there isn’t, about you.

You understand the tome of history you are, a chapter that refuses to turn its page, a chapter who’d very much love to clear the space for other stories to unfold in the spot in existence you’ve keep locked tightly in your chest for too many centuries, all because of the blood sticking to the blade, keeping it stuck firmly where the sword continues to be.

You understand so much.

Yet so little at the same time.

Even though the colours of your own painting are hardly a mystery to you, it takes a glance, or perhaps two, it takes the stroke of fingers, and the weight against your shoulder, it takes the way sunlight intertwines with auburn strands, the way lips shape their smiles, and you realise how truly colour-blind you’ve been all this time.

Had you ever cared to notice the myriad of colours bursting amidst the ink scratched onto your canvas? Have you noticed the eyes they paint, have you noticed the lightness of the red painted between them, the scent of royal azaleas someone must have woven into the canvas itself?

Have you been noticing the fingerprints adorning the fine golden frame of the painting, the phantoms of gentle caresses they leave behind, the palm pressed against the centre where your heart would be?

Have you been noticing the soft whispers you could easily make out if you just leaned in close enough? The confessions spoken in your own voice, those you’ve uttered and those you haven’t quite had the courage to word properly? Or the confessions spoken in his voice, the ones you sometimes second-guess, those you worry about misunderstanding, those you worry perhaps don’t mean what you truly desire them to mean, even though it would be clear to just about anybody else how honest those words are and how truly devoid they are, of the possibility to truly misunderstand them?

There’s a spot on your couch that reminds you of him because doesn’t he always sit there when you spend the days sharing your existences, those vast whatevers so full of pain and bloodshed you both struggle to express, yet both take so readily so long as it is the pain of the other.

There’s a hook at the door that has volunteered as home to his coat if he visits you wearing one, and a spot near your shoes where he can drop his, as carelessly as he may, for why hold back in a space that is sometimes more his than yours?

Perhaps because so much of you truly belongs to him and how much of your space you’d like to wrap around him, but your home truly doesn’t feel the same if he isn’t walking through it, not anymore at least. In a similar fashion to your hand, the hand that feels weightless in a way that just feels wrong when you think of how easily the weight of his fits into it.

Warmth when he’s there, coldness when he isn’t. Or the other way around, when summer rolls around and you suddenly start equalling him to the fresh breeze and the relief it provides as it gives you its kindest mercy and decides to pay attention to you, when he’s no longer the comfort of a lit fireplace in winter, but suddenly the spot of cool shade you find against all hope in the middle of nowhere, under perhaps the only tree made available in a field so vast and devoid of any others that you wonder about the existence of this place at all.

It’s probably just the painting again, adapting, shifting to explain what you already know.

The goblin is a deity to some, even though he’s never actually been promised such a title, but you take it anyway. You take it in stride, or in spite of other things. You have claimed your powers, never renounced your abilities, you know them inside out and you’re proud to show them off as well, you like proving what you’re capable of, you like to impress.

But everything you use to paint you into the painting of the general are things offered by the sword.

And that is truly the core of your being, the centre of your painting, the reflection of the truth residing beneath his handprint still visible on the canvas, there were it seems to function as a band-aid to all that is for you a wound that has been refusing to close for centuries.

He can’t save you, but he makes it easier looking for salvation.

The salvation you seek from the truth that makes you so desperate to incorporate your abilities into you, to live existence as it has been forced upon you - because it has, no matter how deserving you think yourself to be of such a punishment, and you’d argue you are, so much blood spilt, and wasn’t that the first thing you attempted to do upon your return?

Spill more?

So you seek salvation and validation, and you incorporate the deity into you, you become the Goblin, you are the goblin, there is no one like you, no one who operates like you, no one who exists beneath you, no one who exists above you, a lonely guardian, an anomaly with purpose, created on purpose.

Because it’s easier this way. It’s easier to morph into this deity.

Until you look at the handprint again and suddenly realise what it is you’ve always thought to be reading laying so gently in his palm, like the petal of a cherry blossom taking its time landing upon the skin of someone who won’t flick it away, a fox who might have danced with swords but who’d rather stumble onto it than harm the undeserving.

The flower petal that reminds you of yourself in ways you can’t understand, the flower petal that has your name written on it.

The hand turns into lips, the lips shape and tease their smiles, and your name, your true name isn’t floating, but rather dancing, right off those lips. The canvas turns into a face, your existence is no longer reflect via ink and blood and time, the painting as it hangs is behind you now, still framed on that wall, but the one before you now is no longer a reflection of all you struggle with, all you are and are not, but rather of portrait of all you’ll never struggle with.

Which is the oddest part. You struggle to accept love, you struggle to accept giving love, you struggle into a reality that could be so painful to actually explore, you struggle through the sword in your chest and all tied to it. But you don’t struggle to actually love. You don’t struggle to utter his name, you don’t struggle to have cherry trees bloom, you don’t struggle to water the earth in reaction to pain brought forth by your predicament.

You don’t actually struggle to love.

And when Wang Yeo stands by your side and utters the name Kim Shin, and when his hand fits in yours, when he draws his ink onto your palm, when he catches the spring and summer sun or the autumn and winter air, what can you do, but to fully embrace all you thought you never deserved?

What can you do, but move past the sword shoved into your chest, pretend it is nothing but an illusion caused by the air dancing and mixing and fighting against the purple of the flames that sometimes accompany, if doing all this would make it possible for you to step just a little closer into the space, and a love a little tighter into your embrace, the one being who has made existence itself more bearable to consider?

Who has, perhaps, made you consider existence in on itself, all with his uttering of your name, with his embracing of what you didn’t know was left of your soul.

[mythvoiced]

The Case Study of Yeong Boram

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1600 Words + 10 Drabbles = 1610 16.10.2021 HAPPY ALEX DAY~ | @theimpalpable / @jeoseungsaja

Imagine being stuck.

There are walls all around. Sometimes they’re real. Sometimes they’re shadow silhouettes, illusions of the true walls they’re recreating. Stuck nonetheless, because be they physical or be they imagined, they are equally as suffocating.

Stuck would mean an inability to move. Beyond a given area, beyond a given life. Stuck in the sense of forced into non-appreciated routines, ideas and tasks that don’t appeal, don’t stimulate, don’t give energy, but seem to claim only, along with perhaps a few fragments of soul here and there, while it’s at it.

Stuck in the sense that everything feels tight, far too tight. Can’t move, can’t properly breathe, can’t truly see beyond the edge of something, beyond what has been put there, to either represent a memory, to represent a falsehood, to represent a truth. Doesn’t really matter what it is, what it’s claiming to be, what it’s true nature is. What actually matters is that it’s there and it won’t move because stuck means not moving.

Stuck means not breathing.

Stuck means not free.

And now imagine the direct opposite of this.

And that’s Yeong Boram to you.

Yeong Boram is a dragon and claims ownership over the skies the same way a just king claims none over his country. At least that’s one of the lines given in response to the question as to who he is. The skies don’t belong to him because Yeong Boram lets the world be its own owner, because Yeong Boram is a presence in it with the intention to make something out of it. The world doesn’t belong to him, he lives in it, he breathes in it, he perhaps hopes to leave it better than he entered it, better than he experienced it, but you’d have to ask him directly to know what he truly wants.

These are, after all, merely statements taken from a bystander.

As close as the bystander may be, a bystander he still is.

Still, some of his statements seem to be profound. As if he’s spent far too much time thinking of them, thinking how much of it is fair to give away so freely, how much of it Yeong Boram can so readily give to the world without remaining withered and dry at the edges of it.

He’s surprised, he said. Keeps being surprised. Witnessing Yeong Boram continue to breathe and to fly and to run its course, like a gentle river speeding towards the rare salvation of the ocean.

How does one even begin to comprehend a reality of the likes far too great to even be of the likes someone like the bystander should be allowed to witness? It’s not… it’s not science. It’s not entirely incomprehensible, there’s nothing much one truly has to fight to understand.

But the questions remain, because whenever the attempt arises to simply take matters as they are, eyes cross again and heart lurch and the questions re-arise.

They are never doubts. Doubts don’t fit into the context and the language used to describe its frame and the many things blooming within it. There’s no doubt in the fox’s heart, there’s no doubt in his love, there is no doubt in anything the bystander feels when the dragon, when the one, the Yeong Boram, crosses the metaphorical skies of his very being.

But questions he still asks.

How does one…

How is he?

How is Yeong Boram, Yeong Boram?

And, actually, more importantly, how is he all that he is, in spite of all that he was made to be, against his will, against his core, against his self?

How can one keep giving when so much has already been taken?

And how does one become deserving, when one becomes the one love is given to?

He’s got plenty of space within him.

Which, in its own way, is also questionable.

He’s never been empty, he can’t claim that. No matter what shape his hands take, how lithe they become or if they’re hands at all, they’ve always had plenty to grab and stuff into him. Knowledge gathered from even the smallest stone turned, curiosities satisfied with the mere tilt of a head, a single question or a million with each an answer or perhaps only one for all of them.

There’s space in him because he makes it, because he needs it to put there the things he seeks, whatever they may be, whenever he will actually discover their nature by getting to wrap his fingers around them.

So he isn’t empty per se.

But is he quite full?

Often a tiny piece of void has been calling from within. A gentle reminder. A friendly reminder. Call it as you may. A letter, with one sentence upon its envelope, to whom it may concern. The letter, pale and wet at the corners. Drops build at the edges of the paper, feeling to the touch as if petals of lilies gliding softly along still waters. The drops curl and dance and roll down his fingers and pool around his wrists, healing the scars there, the scars not all can see, but he can always feel.

Much like Yeong Boram, really.

Or maybe Yeong Boram is those drops.

Maybe he is the lake his petals can so gently glide upon. Find the safety not so easily granted by existence. Longed for all the more, no?

Maybe he is the lilies too? Or maybe he’s a bit of everything?

Unclear. Although the answer seems apparent enough, the fox wouldn’t even consider a no. Not always would he have said yes all too readily. There was the idea of taking too much. Of taking even the slightest ounce of too much from Yeong Boram, be it in a gaze shot his way, a gaze of his held too jealously. Or perhaps his name on his lips. Or perhaps even the idea that perhaps, at one point or another, the dragon might have thought of the colour red and felt it whispered in his name.

Or maybe he’s the one whispering. Maybe he’s the one brushing his thumbs along the lilies because they remind him of him, because the lake reminds him of him, because the drops remind him of him, the rain, the clear sky, the green when it blooms because he feels like all it means to be alive, of the tranquility of air brushing against healed wounds, the brightness of being indoors when the freedom to leave is ever-present and never-challenged.

Maybe there is no actual space in him left and he’s been full all this time.

Because a part of him was designed to welcome novelties, hobbies and tasks and crafts and ideas and curiosities and the mere brushing of considerations, that perhaps something new could fit in as well, already claimed their spots, settling gladly in the core of a being who so readily welcomed opportunities to learn more, discover, become good, or even terribly bad, at something he’s never tried before.

And then the rest of him is simply Yeong Boram.

Maybe Yeong Boram is simply that part of him he can’t describe in metaphors and wishes and desires. Because all it does is sing in metaphors and wish and desire, because there’s no space, no intent to dedicate itself to speeches, when it is already so busy with them.

There’s no space in him to describe the space that is in there, no space to try and dissect the different parts of the fox when he’s everything at once and at the same time simply a being set upon this world to regard Yeong Boram with the same reverence the moon and the ocean love to exchange.

When he’s allowed to brush past Yeong Boram’s existence, and perhaps leave a mark, much like the reflection of the moon is at its fullest, its brightest, it’s least disturbed.

Maybe he’d change it all.

Maybe he’d rewrite the universe, figure out how it works and make his own, to use it as a reflection of that part of him that is actually Yeong Boram.

That part of him that looked to the skies and the stars. That part who seemed to still at the sight of rain and lilies and ponds and lakes and drops and letters and love and music and smiles and delight and laughter and warm eyes and fond voices and the desire to never harm to always protect to always caress with the love any being should be treated with, while simultaneously doubling down on just how much one singular individual dragon should give to so much of the world.

So imagine being stuck.

And then imagine Yeong Boram.

And you’ll have, at once, Ji Hyun’s past and future.

Ji Hyun, whom was stuck in the past. Physically and metaphorically by association. When the walls keeping him trapped were real because he couldn’t push past them but also imaginative, invisible and twice as tenacious, because of all the bindings they wrapped around his soul, keeping all that he was experiencing within the literal walls, tightly locked into his very core.

Metaphorically even after he was freed because it took a while to feel as though he wouldn’t see those physical walls again, if he accidentally shut his eyes too tightly.

Ji Hyun, who is so very free in the present. And will be in the future. Ji Hyun who is out to discover once more. Ji Hyun who’s future is the other half of his soul, the reason his soul feels as though it may breathe, Ji Hyun who sees Yeong Boram and never knows how to describe him.

Only knows how to love all the million things he does in reality see him as.

[mythvoiced]

what’s a weird headcanon you have for each of your muses?

@theimpalpable​​ |  — ⊱asks for muns with a multimuse or more than one muse⊰ 

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OH BOY- I kept re-reading this question and couldn’t get past this one question in regards to it: what counts as a weird headcanon? Because I honestly have no idea what one might consider a ‘weird’ headcanon, so I’m just going to give...? Tiny fun facts about my muses that don’t really matter (or do they-) and are a little out there maybe, and hope it’s okay and that they’re interesting in any way :3

Patrick: he touches his face a lot when he’s really disagreeing with the person he’s talking/listening to but doesn’t want to go through the trouble of letting them know, it gets increasingly weirder the more he does it/the more time passes Cesare: he really doesn’t like apples, but for some reason, he keeps eating them, as if he expects this fact to change if he just eats enough of them Seona: really loves plants but she’d rather die than have any, caring for them drives her nuts Diana: when she gets overwhelmed with positive emotions, she may gain the ability to build a small wooden cottage from scratch, in the fashion of ‘I can’t handle this, I will chop down some trees instead’ Eunjae: really wants to cut their hair but literally every time they lift their scissors to some strands or are about to get to a hairdresser’s appointment, something dramatic happens and the hair stays Domenico: has offended countless Italian elders by speaking to them informally because he forgets they don’t know he’s their elder by at least a 100 years, usually Caleb: makes up games to entertain himself with when he’s alone on a hunt and they usually don’t make much sense, plus he forgets his own rules after a while and just kind of gives up on them Sunhee: will literally walk on an ankle four times its size, very purple, and evidently twisted and make a confused face if you point it out to her, as if you’re the weird one for telling her no Sunhee, just because you can sorta still kinda walk on it, doesn’t mean you should Catharina: literally hates scented candles for some reason, her mood spirals if she smells citronella in a corner of the room Yoshino: collects leaves in autumn and takes them home to keep somewhere until they fall apart, you can see tiny holes in them where she held them with her teeth in her tanuki form Nathaniel: loves thunderstorms and no it’s not a good thing because for some reason they energise him and he’s even more likely to cause mayhem Eros: likes cappuccinos with animals drawn into the cream, bears and cats preferably, sometimes orders them without ever drinking them Samuel: finds it really difficult to wear turtlenecks because they have the potential to make him feel like he’s suffocating when he gets anxious; Samuel also wears turtlenecks, like... a lot Quincy: has somehow never noticed that they remember to have stolen things but don’t remember what happened to the stolen items afterwards; they’re also really bad at retaining languages Haniel: could probably snap just about any of my other muses (safe for Sabriel and maybe Muninn) over her knee like a twig but will get offended if you remind her of that, as if you’re insinuating she would Muninn: has at least three different cryptic lines ready to use in response to just about... any question or statement Jungwoo: his medical alert bracelet is wedged between his bed and the wall it’s pushed against, it’s yellow, and there’s a glass jar with change in it on his kitchen counter, I don’t know why I established this Corey: not a headcanon, but has anyone ever wondered where he gets all these notebooks from, because I would like to know; okay, actual headcanon, he owns a science textbook with a blue cover and white cover text, it’s all-encompassing and doesn’t go in-depth about anything and is sorta dry and very boring Kaeden: they don’t like matcha-flavoured Market O’s Real Brownies <w<; they also don’t wear socks Lotte: reaches quite a height but somehow still manages to find clothes that are just slightly oversized and seems to favour these over anything tight-fitting Taejoo: when he gets stressed, but not stressed enough for his powers to act on their own, he has this telling gesture of clenching one of his hands and pushing the knuckles of said hand into his forehead, simultaneously looking down and perhaps trying to hide beneath said hand while not having the courage to do so fully Nota: his school uniform is dark blue/navy with red and white accents Sabriel: they have no idea what diplomas and doctorates are and titles mean absolutely nothing to them, they will walk into a chairman’s office with the same air they would into a janitor’s room Junghoon: he has a secret weed stash that his entire family actually knows about and he actually acquires through legal means for his anxiety and no one knows why he keeps hiding it, also because he keeps forgetting the hiding spot and changing it once he actually finds the stash, only to forget this one, too Kangmin: would really love to wear a long black gala dress with split and matching dark make-up, but most likely never will; they’d look dashing, though Beomsoo: can memorise phone numbers in the blink of an eye and is otherwise very good with memorising things, only exception to this are grocery lists, don’t ask him to buy things for you Chulsoo: has a slightly crooked smile, his facial muscles and nerves are in perfect health, yet one side of his face is slightly more expressive than the other, it’s almost impossible to catch though, unless someone tells you to look out for it