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𝒄𝒖𝒓𝒓𝒆𝒏𝒕𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒆𝒍𝒆𝒄𝒕𝒓𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒕𝒚 𝒔𝒉𝒐𝒐𝒕 𝒕𝒉𝒓𝒐𝒖𝒈𝒉 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒓𝒊𝒃𝒄𝒂𝒈𝒆 , 𝒓𝒂𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒃𝒐𝒏𝒆𝒔 to the beat of the bass playing overhead . the sensation , nothing short of adrenaline , makes him hunger for a thrill that would make him feel less like an insatiable god and more like a boy who’s afraid to die alone . a boy who’s desperate and would do anything to feed the emptiness . what a feeling , to be so mortal . lyric’s addicted to it . and because death can’t court him , there’s no hesitation to indulge in such reckless behaviour . to do absolutely anything . there’s something desolate in the hypnotic melody of the song that booms through the speakers . a reminder that anyone who hears the discordance has a hole within them . he embraces the music , the trance it puts him in , as he was the one who carved the hole in between his lungs where love should be poured into . the echoes within the cage harmonizes with the song that’s almost too sad for its bouncing beat . a thunderstorm looms underneath his skin and he searches for someone that would dance with him in the torrents . it isn’t going to be hard , the godforsaken prince can see similar eyes in all the others that arrived at the equally godforsaken party . whether or not they’re truly lonely or playing a velvet - robed role like him is something that lyric doesn’t trifle with . it’s a game of roulette to see how far others will go . as soon as he places his bets onto the table , he realizes he desires a certain outcome . to see a certain pair of crystal sugar eyes that can match the thrills on his fingertips with peppermint kisses . to gamble with hope is a dangerous game . if he had a heart in his hollow chest , he’d be in love with playing it .
𝒅𝒓𝒐𝒘𝒏𝒊𝒏𝒈 𝒊𝒏 𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄𝒊𝒑𝒂𝒕𝒊𝒐𝒏 , 𝒉𝒊𝒔 𝒔𝒆𝒂𝒓𝒄𝒉 𝒃𝒆𝒄𝒐𝒎𝒆𝒔 𝒎𝒐𝒓𝒆 𝒇𝒓𝒂𝒏𝒕𝒊𝒄 𝒕𝒐 𝒇𝒊𝒏𝒅 what he knows will curb his hunger . of course , even the saccharine taste of his candied lip gloss will only satisfy lyric for so long before the young god becomes bored . maybe that’s why the two get along so well , they’re well aware that they exist in each other’s lives only to satisfy the other’s desires . lyric’s not entirely sure on what the syrupy heart of his prize desires , though he knows he must have some sway over it . on the contrary , he knows very well what his own hollowness desires and when he wants it to be fulfilled . it arrives in fleeting moments and lyric can let moments take over him like tidal waves where nothing else matters but the magnificent force . it’s how , when he sees the familiar mess of hair that tempts him like candy floss , he rushes over as though pocky is the only thing in the world that could fill his empty chest . ❝ there’s my delicious candy pop , ❞ the prince calls out , ❝ i’ve been looking for you . everyone else tastes so dull , i need to have something to make tonight worthwhile . ❞ and , to place a perfectly sweet maraschino cherry on top of his offer , lyric reaches up to run a hand through pocky’s hair ; an act of intimacy that makes the adrenaline pulse through his veins all the quicker . it’s always in the sweet nothings .
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MUN vs. FAVOURITE MUSE !
two gremlins , one braincell — crybabie kacchan & feral yongsun !
tagged by : @ynkkoo
tagging : anyone who wants to play the game , it’s super fun but i dun know anyone all that well yet (´-﹏-`;)
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𝐬𝐨𝐦𝐞 𝐦𝐢𝐠𝐡𝐭 𝐭𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐤 𝐢𝐭 𝐞𝐱𝐡𝐚𝐮𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐧𝐠 , documenting her entire world in pink glitter gel pens the way she does , day in and day out , sun rise to sun fall , each moment of every day neatly outlined on lilac tinted post - it notes ( the very ones that she always has in her left jacket pocket ) . ❝ you have to read these tomorrow , okay , cori ? you have to . ❞ a pause , light in the air , bobbing briefly between them as she reaches over and carefully sets the pile of post - its on his knee . ❞ i think i’ll have more for you by the time we go home — not that i’ll ever be ready to go home . ❞ she laughs , caps her pretty pen and tucks it back into her bag . the air is still , she’s hesitating , something lingering on the very tip of her tongue . ❝ can i spend the night ? ❞ and she squeaks as soon as it comes out of her mouth . ❝ not — not like that . ❞ cheeks glow an embarrassed shade of pink . ❝ just … a sleepover . a slumber party . i don’t — like leaving . ❞ she doesn’t like leaving him is what she wants to say , not when she knows what’s to come in the morning , but she just smiles instead , hands digging into the grass as she leans forward . ❝ we can stay up late , watch the sun rise and stuff , hm ? doesn’t — it sounds nice , maybe ? a - and then i can just read the post - its to you in the morning ! ❞
╰ ♡ ∙ 𝒄𝒍𝒐𝒔𝒆𝒅 𝒔𝒕𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒆𝒓 * / @heartvfire· & corentin !
IF PERCY IS PERSONIFIED BY pink glitter & lilac post - it notes , cori is personified by sulky pouts & dark eye bags . he’s tired , always so tired . but it’s self - inflicted , something that he wouldn’t stop even if someone gave him the rest of the world . not that he even wants the rest of the world . words in pink glitter & the dainty lilac notes are enough of the world that he’d ever have to know . when percy’s gone , he’s left to remember things on his own . that it’s been months since the accident that left him with his broken memory & fear of sleep . the sole thing that’s familiar is the empty throne that he hides in , the cold but shining jewels the only comfort he finds when he can’t remember anything else . ❝ i know , i know , i’ll keep them on my nightstand so it’s the first thing i see , ❞ he reassures her . though his voice has a lull to it , as though sleep could capture him at any moment , it’s childishly excited . as if the notes were presents on his birthday . it’s not often that cori’s excited ... some could even speculate that cori’s ever really excited for one thing nowadays .
KNEES PULLED UP TO HIS CHEST , arms hugging them so he’s no more than a pair of electrically charged eyes watching over percy , cori finally looks away . they glance at the field before the two then up at the twilight sky . blues and purples swirl together to make an enchanting dusk , with the stars just beginning to twinkle . it’s probably the first time that evening that he noticed how pretty the view is . his focus was elsewhere , as usual during their visits . he’s not deliberating his answer — he knows what it is so much that he’d ask her to have every night as a slumber party . his face lifts from the cradle his arms made , enough to seem hopeful . ❝ you promise you’ll stay up with me until the sunrise ? ❞ he asks softly , as though he’s a child wishing on a dandelion . ❝ i — just want to make the most of the slumber party , you know ? live in the moment as much as i can . ❞ cori’s heart breaks each time he’s reminded , intentionally or not , that he’s not going to remember tonight . he’s not going to remember the way fireflies dance around them while they lay in the gross , or the way percy smiles just as brightly as the stars even when she’s embarrassed , or the colour of the dusk - dusted sky . however , he’s never been good at expressing himself ; his eyes cast down & he shrinks in on himself . sulking .
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♡◞ 𝕒 𝕤𝕥𝕒𝕣𝕥𝕖𝕣 to be delivered to … @heartvfire !
𝐚 𝐝𝐫𝐮𝐧𝐤𝐞𝐧 𝐰𝐡𝐢𝐧𝐞 𝐭𝐨 𝐞𝐬𝐜𝐚𝐩𝐞 red - stained , cherry - flavoured lips , still vaguely sparkly with the remnants of purple lipgloss that had been applied hours earlier and has since been rubbed and licked off . a glitch wracks his small frame , and he has half a mind to burst into tears at the sheer pain that rips through him , but he distracts himself , instead , with the round , blue raspberry candy in his mouth . ❝ ricky , ❞ he keens , voice rising in pitch and slightly muffled by the lollipop that he suckles so intently on . a hand , nails painted pretty with purple polish , touches the prince’s knee , tracing aimless shapes there over his jeans . ❝ don’t wanna drive home . should — shouldn’t drive home . think patches would get real mad at me if i did . ❞ okay , so maybe he’s not quite drunk , since some sleezeball had gotten handsy with him at the start of the evening and he’d sworn off drinking for the rest of the night — just to be safe . he is , maybe , looking for a reason to stay , however . ❝ oh , don’t make me go home , ricky ! i don’t want to go home , d – don’t make me go home — ❝ it takes everything in him to make himself glitch , which , in turn , has him bursting into a fit of tears and hiccups , because the pain again so soon after the last glitch is too much to handle , but it’s okay ; this time , it was intentional . it was the quickest and easiest way to make himself cry , pretty , glossy , and real tears streaming down his face , streaking through the rouge that colours his cheeks .
HIS TONGUE CONSTANTLY RUNS OVER his lips to stimulate sensations . lyric’s losing sense . it’s never something unexpected . for the first few outings of his life ( which is probably an eternity ago at this point ) , it may have been a real concern . but soon , people just learned that lyric loves to ruin any tangible aspect of his life . he thinks another drink will bring him back to reality . as he takes a swig of the rum & coke , he feels another sensation . this one sparks something inside him , a small flicker of flame igniting a bonfire . his attention shifts from the card game he’s trying to focus on ( frankly , he isn’t understanding the rules very well ) to the pretty & messy piece of candy before him . he raises an eyebrow at the display .
AT FIRST , HIS EXPRESSION’S BLANK . like lyric quite isn’t registering what’s happening . however , he knows very well what pocky wants . he faces his opponent , grinning a devilish grin as he throws the cards onto the table . of course , not much can match the entertainment that pocky gave lyric . the prince then fully turns his attention to the crying racer . his eyes , the textbook definition of a madman high on life’s pleasures , were solely focused on the sugared tears that fell in bite-sized droplets . he cups the reddened, glistened cheek in his palm , thumbing away some of the tears that carved its way onto pocky’s cheek . it’s seemingly a soft gesture , if not for the way his other hand is so brazen by gripping pocky’s thigh . ❝ shh , shh , babe , you don’t have to go home . you’re not going home tonight , ‘kay , babe ? you can stay right here with me . right on ricky’s lap where you belong , yeah ? ❞ he croons . lyric’s thumb traces the silhouette of pocky’s cheek affectionately , as if he were the one thing that could make the heartless prince feel warm . his hands were lover’s hands just as much as they were liar’s hands .
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THERE’S NO FEELING IN HIS fingers . it’s kind of ironic , the way his drunken brain can’t register physical sensations anymore . the absence of a beating heart in his chest should’ve taken away any emotional feelings . and to the prince’s knowledge , it has . at this point , he shouldn’t feel a goddamned thing , right ? it’s hard to say . there’s still the undeniable desire rattling his rib cage & sending fire through his veins . an insatiable thirst that can never quite be quenched . that is until he gets a chance to taste the gods’ ambrosia .
USUALLY , LYRIC DOESN’T GET A TASTE of such a treasure until he gives up his credit cards . usually , he won’t give up his credit cards until he has his fill of cheap mortal imitations of heaven . this time is no different . he drinks & drinks , thinking it can help satisfy him . he doesn’t acknowledge the fact that he’s still craving . somewhere in the dense haze of the party’s he’s at ( he’s pretty sure it’s a fellow prince’s , but he doesn’t care enough to actually find out ) , his gateway to heaven is probably sick of the atmosphere . he supposes she’s never had a thing for these . he searches for her , in hopes that she’ll entertain him .
❝ MY MY , HAVE I SEEN you around before ? i think i’d remember such a beautiful face before , ❞ he croons as soon as he sees a familiar figure . he feigns ignorance in hopes she’ll play along , pretending they met for the first time . there’s always a sentimentality towards it , a memory he doesn’t want to admit he’s fond of . ❝ i’m half tempted to get you a drink but i feel like your taste is higher than an old man’s wine cellar . ❞
* / @briingmetolifc & 𝔟𝔩𝔞𝔫𝔠𝔥𝔢 𝔤𝔯𝔦𝔪𝔥𝔦𝔩𝔡𝔢
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Bang Chan … Love Shot (191231)
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who are your favorite people on this site?
there are !!! so many , but okay ! ofc , there are my literal besties . like , moreso than jus besties , they’re my actual family , as cheesy as that sounds ? @musetories , @heartvfire , @briingmetolifc !!! n then there are .. the actual luvs of my life . @lcvanters , @peochie , @loonarz , @hotjoong , @hiqey , @jminssii , n @pointlcss ! n then everyone i admire mostly from afar bc i’m shy , but i luv them sm .. @chuuiez , @sercnidad , @springdoy , @miyanez , @dcylily , @aerospaced , @capitae , @galatcias , @leeieno , @jimiin , @jungkkooks , @lalisamanobns ! n prettie much … any of my mutuals aha . ♡ ^-^ ♡
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me on the dash every 5 minutes:
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this is for science. but like (or reblog, idc) if you’re willing to rp with kpop AND western muses. cause i have a hard time finding accounts that are willing to rp with both.
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here’s a plot… muse a is a rlly powerful criminal. he basically has the world under their thumb. he’s killed lots of people (or at least ordered a lot of people to be killed) and he’s made a LOT of money this way. muse b, meanwhile, is a relatively ordinary person – she’s the girl next door. through a turn of events, the two meet and begin a fling. (muse a may or may not have a spouse at home, but that’s neither here nor there.) muse b knows muse a is a criminal – everyone does – but she enjoys the rush and the excitement.
one day, though, muse b finds out she’s pregnant. and she realizes that muse a is not a suitable father for her baby. he’s too dangerous. death and destruction follows him everywhere he goes, and, as much as she cares about him, she knows he’s not exactly a good person. so she gives it to him straight: she’s going to end their relationship, move, and raise their child alone, and muse a is going to stay away. muse a truly loves muse b, so he agrees to her terms, and does her one better: he’ll send money to help raise the kid, and even pay for her new home.
fast forward some years. muse b is settled into her new life with her child, and muse a has stuck to his promises. at least until one day, he shows up on her doorstep. he has several armed guards, and a car ready to go.
“grab our kid and get in the car,” he says. “someone found out, and my enemies are after the two of you.”
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a concept: messy couple that is so ridiculously in love. but they’re both jealous, and possessive as hell. they break up over stupid shit, and then the next week they’re on each others snapchat stories, kissing and laughing. they’re posting pictures on instagram. and then the next week it’s all sad indirects on twitter, hateful posts on facebook. basically a couple that is so in love, but their jealousy and pride keep them from maintaining a solid relationship. give me messy. give me on and off. give me jealousy and anger. give me fluffy ‘i’ll only ever need you’ sex, and angsty ‘i saw the way he was fucking looking at you’ sex. give me messy.
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I just really want a cute college plot where she’s a cute tiny thing and is super smart and he’s the campus heartthrob on a baseball scholarship hoping to make it to the pros and they’re just so into each other and she helps him with studying and goes to all of his games and he’s super overprotective but sweet and ugh i need something like this please
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I just want cute plot of, “we used to date before you left to become famous. now your famous and dating all these models, but it’s Christmas time and you’ve come home to be with your family. Wait, what are you doing at my doorstep at midnight?? Come inside before you catch a cold.” :))
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