#unlovc

[scrrface]

starter   for    @unlovc​​    .

absolute   and   desolate   ,   a   silent   blanket   hovering   outside   as   temperatures   had   long   dropped   below   zero   ––   seoul’s   winters   were   unforgivingly   harsh   and   despite   the   pretty   sparkle   of   eternal   quietude   ,   cancelling   out   all   noise   beneath   it      ––      did   he   despise   the   cold      !      always   had   he   found   the   stark   contrast   terrible   ,   perhaps   mere   the   only   type   of   beauty   he   will   watch   out   of   a   distance   ,   leave   it   where   it   is   be      ––      no   matter   how   badly   he   wanted   to   stretch   holy   luminosity   over   own   skin   alike   dazzling   diamonds   glow   ,   stand   the   pain      ;      if   it   meant   to   capture   its   beauty   for   just   the   shutter   of   the   moment   .      he   does   nothing   of   the   sort   ,   fantasises   ,   yes      !      movement   he   catches   out   of   the   corner   of   his   eye   as   prior   hues   must   have   lost   themselves   with   no   particular   focus   at   all      –––      what   could   ever   be   more   satisfying   than   catching   ,   indulging   in   beauty      ;      in   anything   that   he   deemed   immaculate   enough   in   all   of   the   ways   possible   .   much   more   than   a   keeper   of   gates   to   an   introduction   into   hedonistic   world   was   he      ––      a   lover   of   preserving   anything   that   would   withstand   to   crumble   within   his   grip   .      gaze   will   drift   ,   watch   them   move      ––      he’s   still   mesmerised   by   the   glimmer   that   laid   there   ,   right   in   front   of   them      !      temporary   illusion      ,      something   slipping   his   imagination      ,      “      anything      in     pureness      that      collides      with      its      counterpart      –      looks      so      ,      so      wrong      .      destroys   the      harmony      of      the   picture      ,      does      it      not         ?         wakes      demons      you      would      never      want      to      wake      .         “         ,      who   is   the   devil   to   fool      ––      how   often   has   he   quietly   ,   joyfully   watched   lines   of   red   soaking   white   masses   into   their   vividly   colour   ,   painted   a   blank   canvas  with   an   image   of   one   of   its   kind      !      any   of   said   horrendous   creatures   to   wake   long   present   ,   a   dance   of   anything   macabre   ;      who   said   beauty   in   sin   was   not   the   utmost   holy   to   lay   gaze   on      ?      who   said   it   was   not   the   trigger   to   explosive   lust   of   attending   such   crime      ?      he   does   not   play   with   the   possible   imagination   ,      no      ,      he   yearns   to   experience   it   again   .      absolutely   in   the   right   is   anyone   ,   keeping   themselves   as   farther   in   distance   as   physically   possible   from   the   red   devil   and   rightfully   so   ,   does   behind   sickly   charming   ,   dripping   veil   hide      ––      something   monstrous   ,   of   grand   lack   of   sanity   and   affinity   to   anything   that   may   could   have   been   proclaimed   hubris      ;      if   male   criminal   would   not   actually   live   up   to   the   cruel   ,   infamous   name   ,   an   ace   of   spades   in   the   underworld   of   crime   and   even   above   its   surface   ,   well   known   under   the   circles   of   gamblers   who   played   for   much   more   than   merely   pretty   stacks   of   won   bills   ,   to   be   cautious   absolutely   mandatory  .

hues   will   yank   themselves   off   the   mesmerising   landscape   and   he   will   yearn   to   catch   the   other’s      --      seemingly   a   stranger   having   joined   the   ranks   in   front   of   the   framed   depiction   with   him   in   quietude   and   gaze   will   deviate   for   a   second   until   returning   to   the   canvas   ,      “      i’m      talking      about      the      painting      .      brügel      is      famous      for      his      renaissance      depictions      .         ‘   the      fall      of      the      rebel      angels      ‘            --         is      it      not      ,      indeed      rather      tragic      than      triumphant      to      witness      ?      i      prefer      the      italian      art      style      much      more      !      more      gracious      ,      grand      even      !         “         ,      truly   does   it   pain   the   saint   clad   in   holiest   sin   to   confess   to      --      was   he   not   in   possession   of   similar   agonising   remembrances   clouding   a   rushing   mind      ?      naught   to   hide   nor   regret   except   for   the   gradual   bitterness   to   be   swallowed   before   poisoning   one’s   tongue      --      sunken   had   he   ,   in   their   proclaimed   halls   of   prayer   and   worship   ,   in   deepest   resentment   between   their   golden   crested   pillars   in   his   memory   .      their   grand   light   of   holy   rays   to   spill   upon   concrete   to   tremble   beneath   the   feet   of   a   deity   .   yearned   had   he      --      to   become   part   of   such   !      to   ascend   onto   a   throne   worthy   of   his      --      no   more      !      and   within   the   absence   of   god      --      fearless   and   in   the   might   of   his   limitations      --      painfully   aware   and   yet   ,   had   no   place   felt   and   called   more   for   his   presence   ,   no   energy   to   match   within   the   spirit   of   an   entity   ,   knowing   neither   limits   nor   wordly   values   of   little   worth   .      no      ;      whom   who   calls   for   him   ,   desperate   in   their   mortal   wishes   and   pleas   ;      there   lies   no   other   opposing   being   as   his      --      n   the   halls   of   past   glimmering   splendour   and   submission   .      he   wanders   within   another   realm   ;      by   the   constellation   of   empyrean   ,   neither   to   echo   nor   to   hold   his   presence   within      --      banished   ,   punished   with   his   curse      !      much   smaller   is   the   frame   stood   next   to   him      --      a   stranger   and   yet   perhaps   a   companion   of   empathy      ,   in   the   hour   of   sentimental   nostalgia   to   wash   over   the   redhead   gradually   ,   tug   at   his   silhouette   alike   the   abyss   to   follow   in   the   corner   of   simmering   hues   to   burn   and   blister   .      the   irony   in   witnessed   symbolism      --      and   within   the   male’s   very   own   descriptions   remain   merely   his   to   stretch   simper   across   features      --      veiled   within   the   deceit   of   all   painful   ,   so   awfully   within   the   parallels   just   drawn   !         “      in    fact      --      do      i      possess      a      rather      famous      artwork      of      said      time      period      !      salvador      mundi      --      remains      in      my      casino      .      private      ,      that      is      !         much      more      mesmerising      --      if      you      ask      me      !         “         ,      simper   long   stretched   into   a   flashing   smile   of   ivory   to   gleam   within   the   soft   light   above   both   their   heads   ,   as   the   clad   sinner   swallows   a   quiet   laughter      --      curved   hand   shielding   heart   -   shaped   lips   as   if   a   confidential   ,   humorous   confession   shared   between   him   and   the   stranger   of   a   lady   next   to   him   .

[hikayat]

‘i thought you were going to stood me up for a second there’ perth decided it was best to greet the other with those words considering the time he waited for them. 

starter for @unlovc​

[lighthousc]

          `  i'm  afraid  you've  lost  me  ─  what  were  we  talking  about  again  ?  last  thing  i  heard  was  “ penguins ”  and  i’m  pretty  sure  that's  WRONG.  `   @unlovc​

[lvciddream]

♡ starter for @unlovc based on this plot 

                 hazel didn’t mean to lose her keys, honestly who plans that . and it’s not her fault , really ... okay , maybe it is , but she doesn’t enjoy being as forgetful as she is . and now there’s a storm and she can’t get inside her warm, comfortable, safe, but most importantly warm house . really , there was not a worst timing for her to lose her keys . “ why do i always have the worst luck . “ she sighed , accepting she’d have to find another place to stay until the storm calms down . there’s no way she’s asking her friend to bring the spare key or calling a locksmith right now , it’s just cruel . hazel stays in front of her door weighting her options ... she could go back to her tiny car , not sure how safe that is , maybe knocking on one of her neighbors doors and hoping they’re home and willing to take her in for a few hours , yeah that’s probably better , she thinks , looking around to see if which of the neighbors had a their car parked or a light on . she wasn’t expecting much , honestly , she’s usually very unlucky , but seeing her cute neighbors light on and their car parked not very far from hers might get her to change her mind about that . so before she can think about any other neighbors , focusing on that fact that she’s cold and the storm is not showing any signs of stopping , hazel walks to her neighbor’s door , pressing the bell and hoping for the best . “ hi, “ the girl smiles softly when the door is opened “ i lost my keys so i can’t get inside , and you know , its raining a lot , “ her voice is almost drowned by a thunder , startling hazel . “ basically what i’m saying is : can i stay with you ? just until the storm is ... less strong . “ she  shivers from the cold . “ i promise i’ll be out of your hair as soon as i can , i just can’t call anyone right now . “ hazel keeps rambling , not sure how to make the entire encounter any less awkward .

[strawbeires]

* starter for @unlovc​ based on x ! 

hues from the stands and rides would light their path as they entered the carnival. it was a date, they were on a date, they were dating? it felt strange, hand in hand like this. she couldn’t help but glance down, suddenly timid around the other. yehwa hadn’t done this before, though he chose her so feeling special was a given. “wait, look.” she’ll point several feet away towards the ugly-in-a-cute-way octopus, tugging at his hand simultaneously. “we need that, yu! i will spend all of our money if i have to. hold on, let’s go before someone wins before us.” her smile was from ear to ear, they were an ‘us’ now.

[lostsanity]

mine 🐥

and you are absolutely RIGHT... <3

[candycrash]

❛    we’ve    been    practicing    for    hours    now    &    i’m    this    close    to    having    a    soar    throat    ,    which    i’m    pretty    sure    we    don’t    want    happening    any    time    soon    .    ❜   exaggerated    hoarse    timbre    expresses    complaint    ,    slightly    puckered    lips    adding    to    argument    in    process    .    ❛    i    think    we’ve    more    than    earned    a    drink    or    two    ,    come    on    .    ❜    slumping    down    into    velvet    coated    couch    ,    hand    gently    pats    seat    beside    self    in    hopes    that    band    mate    would    follow    suit    .    ❛    i’ll    even    buy    the    first    round    ,    just    for    you    .    that’s    my    level    of    desparation    .    ❜    /    @unlovcs​

[oxidizeds]

closed for @unlovcs​ / based

        “are we really talking about this again?” he hates that he has to now develop a sixth sense for when their ‘relationship’ seems like it’s nearing too close to the topic of conversation. seunggi’s frustrated even though it’s only just now come up (for today, at least), delivering an equally toned sight as his body starts drifting away from where his friend is sitting. it’s a natural response at best. “i told you — i’m seeing someone now. i don’t want to hear about this, whatever it is, anymore.”

[industrybby]

𝓻   ♱    ﹒   𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝  𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫   ，    inspo       .

❛    i  don’t  want  to  ruin  our  friendship  but  ,  i  think  it’s  best  if  we  go  our  separate  ways .   ❜   @unlovcs​  .

[mccnxhild]

You got me, okay? and I’m not going anywhere. - jin to sage

“that’s not true.” sage said softly unable to make eye contact. “i have you when you aren’t with jiwoo, yujin, minha, or any of the other girls you’re out on dates with.” she shakes her head in defeat. “i have you when i’m the last option when you couldn’t make a date in time and you have no one else to go bother. i’m constantly feeling alone because of you i don’t believe you when you say you aren’t going anywhere jin..” she rubs her eyes trying to prevent herself from crying. “i just feel like i’m on my own all the time and you only add to it and it’s not fair you’re supposed to be my best friend.. i miss how things used to be.”

[sunkisseds]

starter for @unlovcs​ .

     ❛  you can’t keep doing this . coming here and expecting me to drop everything for you .    ❜  

[wistfulreality]

Tag Game (Get to know me)

tagged by: @blivks ❤️

rules -> tag ten people you want to know better

relationship status: single 😭

three favorite foods: in-n-out double double, soup dumplings, and tteokbokki

song stuck in my head: none at the moment ... but i forced myself to think of a song and the first one that came to mind was bts x coldplay’s my universe lol

last thing i googled: instagram down???

time: 2:57 pm

dream trip: tour around asia! i really want to make stops primarily in japan, taiwan, korea, china, and singapore! maybe some other parts of southeast asia as well. idk ... just anywhere for the foods!

i want: life to go back to normal ( even if i don’t mind being a homebody ) but i just feel like i’m withering away like a flower without water 😂

tagging: @yeongw0n @s0rikkun @cvvalier @bunbunlovesdonuts @unlovcs @4blooms @moonwvlkers @mintings @ofredemption @imaginc

[atinystar]

@unlovc​   

“Hey -- Do you know the story of the egg? You don’t seem with much time in hands for me to enter in details, but to resume things, misery loves company and I’m sure that someone will feel if you do what you’re thinking of doing. We are all in this rock bloating into space and rushing through time although it’s a man made concept, we worry of other stupid things that shouldn’t be bigger than our existence and although they do have their importance and I know your feelings and fears are valid, I also question you if it should be worth what you’re planning on doing. We are all of the same, in the egg story, you are everyone and you have to live each life, all situations, leave and learn through it all and make it on top just to further enlighten yourself with the next story and face you own, but if you end it, without experiencing the storm until you find the sun shinning again, are you really learning? Are you having the courage to leave your egg and hatch as a better version of yourself?” Mirae observed the other, not minding that they could perhaps think that his deep philosophical talk is all baloney, as the angel observed.  

Having the girl enough time distracted with his speech could be enough time for him to walk closer and stop her and to also open his wings and go after her if so needed. 

[strawbeires]

* starter for @unlovc​​ based on x !

“i think three weeks is enough time for me to have moved on, now i’m in the bitter phase of the break up.” kira resumes stretching until they’re frustrated enough to collapse on the floor. their ranting had went on like this in between the classes they taught, forcing the other to listen. “you’d do it for me right? it’s valid for me to want my ex pissed off. and not only that, i have to prove i’m doing 100 times better than before. i know no one else would say yes...but you love me, so you have no choice but to be my accomplice and fake date me for like...two seconds, i swear.” their rambling ends with sitting up enough to take the other’s hand and smile mischievously, “huh, huh, huh, what do you say?” 

[lostsanity]

❛ i thought we loved each other. ❜ jin to aj ksks

"  that  only  changed  when  i  saw  that  you  didn't  understand  we  were  in  a  relationship  --  meaning  two  --  clearly,  you  forgot  how  to  fucking  count.  "

[fruitscents]

@unlovcs​   ✿

“   oh   ,   youre   going   out   with   them   ?   “   halts   suddenly   ,   pouring   of   milk   from   carton   pausing   momentarily   to   lay   behold   of   roommate   opposite   of   kitchen   island   .   appetite   that   was   once   flourishing   in   depths   of   stomach   now   vanishing   at   mere   mention   of   counters   partner   .   need   for   partner   baffling   to   redhead   when   living   situation   and   late   night   rendezvous   of   theirs   were   enough   to   fulfill   such   label   .   “   i   just   thought   we   were   going   to   do   what   we   always   do   ––   watch   some   movies   on   the   couch   .   but   since   you   want   to   bail   on   me   ...   maybe   i’ll   go   out   too   .   “