kiceun - Tumblr blog

[kiceun]

MOVED BLOGS. FIND ME HERE.

[kiceun]

MOVED BLOGS. FIND ME HERE.

[kiceun]

MOVED BLOGS. FIND ME HERE.

[kiceun]

MOVED BLOGS. FIND ME HERE.

[kiceun]

obciidian: multi. selective. indie.

you already know what to do. 

[kiceun]

i’m moving ilseong and the replies to   obciidian   to try out being a multi for a while, so feel free to follow this blog (or like this for me to follow you).

[kiceun]

i’m moving ilseong and the replies to   obciidian   to try out being a multi for a while, so feel free to follow this blog (or like this for me to follow you).

[kiceun]

soon.

[kiceun]

Warning: I DO use dude, man, bruh, and bro as completely gender neutral terms, HOWEVER if I call you one of the above and it bothers you, PLEASE PLEASE PLEASE tell me.

This has been a PSA 

[kiceun]

a small tracker to those i owe replies to*, and intend on writing once i’m back from the hiatus:

threads:   @rcsilienthearts   ;   @niiiightsky   ;   @anvmone   ;   @xhiimera   ;   @foxheartcd   ;   @tearedrops   ;   @illucinoire continued:   @flvwersng   ;   @opheliade   ;   @astraeignis   ;   @gangnim   inbox:   @manticxre   ;   @pvlchritudine   ;  @foxheartcd   ;   @anvmone   ;   @lonelyeternities   ;   @scintillcte

* if you want to drop anything, please notify me.

[kiceun]

hiatus notice!

i’m taking a hiatus until my semester’s exams are over, since i’m also starting a new (full time) job which all would require most of my time and energy. spirits, that are already quite low, as well. i’ll be back in 15th of february, after my last exam. 

* nothing is dropped but if you want to drop anything since you’ve been waiting forever for my replies then go ahead, just notify me.

[kiceun]

sorry for my abrupt absence, life's to blame. will be back around this weekend, i hope.

[kiceun]

i love how me and my bestie are driving to a party together and she puts steve aoki's remix to bts and i'm like 'dude u know i fkn love them right???' and she's like 'bish i know that's why!!' basically i love her.

[kiceun]

( tell my muse something they need to hear ). she was sitting on his couch, patching up a wound he had on his hand. eyes focused on the wound, and expression blank. "don't hurt yourself." she suddenly spoke, ever since meeting him. she had been speaking more and more, trying her finest to make words being formed. "you mean a lot to me and i need you alive." she was bad at comfort, she had never done it before. but this. this was the best she could do.

tell him something he needs to hear    /    accepting​    /    @anvmone​

      pain. the twitching and agonizing ache burns his skin as a whole. he’s bearing the affliction for the sake of her – gratuitous, unrequired, yet it seems that he doesn’t want her to watch him hurt, to witness him frail. why?

      never once in his life he’s permitted people to enter the sacred and guarded place that is his stone cold heart. many have tried and wavered, those who were most triumphant acquitted the tiniest glimpse that he desired to portray and not his genuine heart. albeit, the ostensibly fragile and delicate youngster that jisoo is has managed to wreck the walls and reach a hand right in the midst of his chest, grasping onto his heart as if it was her own for the taking ever since the start. he’s petrified. just as the first time he felt her diaphanous hands around his body when she needed warmth and when he felts her tender lips against his own filling his gastro with the most pleasurable nausea… now, he’s wondering how she’s managed to break his walls down, reach inside of him, reflect onto the rough skinned youngster and view the child who he truly is, only concealed and deserted. 

      when their eyes lock he’s frightened, because he’s never encountered that much probity in his whole entire seventeen years of forlorn and odour. the delicate touch from her lacey fingertips reaches into his core in jolts of electricity and in such dimension he feels like he’s beinf electrocuted. it hurts, yet it is the kind of pain he’s subconsciously aware he’ll resume on seeking in every nook and cranny until he meets her again, until he feels her raw and pure jisoo fidelity against his ski.

      ilseong has never been cared for, not at least the way he wanted to – astuting he’s significant to someone and over the right intentions (his father being an exhibit to implacable and unscrupulous objectives) is a peculiarly foreign sensation however he must avow it feels nice. because as he ganders into her brown eyes he can assertively determine that he will find conciliation in jisoo.      ❛  i won’t do that anymore,  ❜      he muses a redundant promise that shall never he kept, for he’s reckless and ferocious  -–  yet his lips wear a coveting smile that is now reserved solely for the girl in front of him, tenanting his vision mind and daydreams ever since the moment she stared into his execrating dolorous eyes. not that this shall ever happen albeit, he will attempt. for her.

      ❛  i promise.  ❜ 

     he just really needed to hear that.

[kiceun]

NOEUL

whatever  CHORE  she  had  that  led  her  towards  the  unfamiliar  store  in  the  first  place  would  be  forgotten  —–  the  sound  of  her  own  name  gathering  her  attention  and  thus  causing  for  her  to  link  gaze  with  the  man  who  voiced  it.       instantly  ,   noeul’s  lips  would  tighten  into  a  thin  line  ,    eyes   narrowed  like  daggers  until  she  caught  herself  a  few  seconds  late.      and  as  fast  as  her  hardened  expression  came  —-  it  was  suddenly  gone  ;    a  look  of  pure  innocence  and  confusion  taking  it’s  place.     

 frankly  ,   it  was  almost  like  she  had  been  TRAINING  herself  to  defend  against  awkward  situations.        

 “       noeul ?      ”       she’d  wrinkle  her  nose  a  tad  ,    dark  irises  glued   to  a  particularly  interesting  label  on  a  ramen  package.      “     ‘don’t  know  her.      ”       and  she  would  have  left  it  at  that   ,   too  ,   if  it  hadn’t  been  for  his  follow  up  statement  —–  the  sudden  memory  of  their  youth  flashing  into  her  mind  like  a  loaded  grenade.      the  childish  bickerings  ,   the  pulling  of  hair  ,   tripping  of  feet  and  constant  TEASING  ;    their  relationship  had  never  been  stable  ,   even  from  such  a  young  age.    and  now  ,   to  think  that  they  both  were  old  enough  to  act  mature  ……..   “       but  if  i  did  ,   i  think  i  know  what  she  would  say  to  a  punk  like  you   ,     ”      her  tone  was  light  and  taunting  as  she  spoke  ;    again   ,   her  focus  was  still  set  upon  the  item  she  had  in  hand  ,   REFUSING  to  look  up  at   him   —-  if  only  to  keep  herself  calm  and  collected.       “      she’d  probably  tell   you  to  grow  up.    “       however  ,   in  a  brief  moment  of  weakness  ,   her  gaze  would  lift.     noeul  would  then  stare  at  him  pointedly  for  a  few  seconds  before  slamming  the  ramen  back  onto  its  shelf.      “    —–  and  aren’t  cashiers  supposed  to  ,   you  know  ,    mind  their  own  business ?    ”

      ❛  i see you haven't changed at all.  ❜      poignant remarks and embittered taste on the tip of her tongue -- if he would have believe in such spiritual matters he'd assert reading her aura as opprobriously unpropitious colors and hues of irreverence is rather suitable for noeul and in some regards, he's actually quite endorsed to witness that. perhaps for noeul used to be this strong girl he’d always marked as some sort of an adversary -- a worthy enermy to a four year old in the playground stomping upon her sand castle because she used his favorite ride without consideration of his whims, too, a contender he’d exhange malevolent ganders around at the school’s halls ; something which gave him aim and most significantly -- justification to be so mordant for reasons he shall never disclose, never avow. feasibly, it is for the familiarity in her, something which throws him back in the past and reminds him of softer days in which his most colossal worries would have been arguing with her. (no concerns of his own survival nor afflictions for his last remainings of diginity) but, ilseong has got different burdens now -- bigger and stronger and pungently, he does not covet that childhood this much -- if anything, he pitied the younger version of himself for being so gullible to believe in genuine felicity, that everything will be alright in his regard. poor little ilseong, too ingenuous and unaware of the future.

      ❛  that's real cute.  ❜

      he's pulled back from these fantasies into the real world. a smirk is painted atop his slightly bruised lips and it is beautiful because he in fact enjoys everything, as if they had remained the children they are (and in some aspects still are) to resume this haphazard teasing and provoking of each other. how lovely.

      ❛  so what's new, princess?  ❜

[kiceun]

MIJA

                small fingers pick nervously at the bowl of nuts that sat across from her , a sense of woe weighing heavy upon dainty shoulders as she continued to munch relentlessly on the salty substance , grease clinging to her fingertips as she comes to the realisation that the guy she’d been waiting for wasn’t just late anymore ( surely eighty - two minutes is a long time to be stuck in traffic for ) . she turns to whomever was sat by her side , pushing the bowl towards them .     ‘  take them away from me . i don’t even like salted nuts … do you ?? hi , i’m mija . i don’t even know who these belong to .  ‘

      if there is anything that this grouchy and acrimonious lad disfavors is impetuous, gratuitous encounters. imposed conversations with complete strangers is just as gratifying as the sound of nails scratching against chalkboards ; utter haughtiness and rancor filling his scrawny body to an extent he can no longer master the countenance expression he's so accustomed to wearing out in public as now embitterment briefly shows on his facade. just as delightful as ilseong can get, a smirk of disparagement follows along when he scrutinizes each action that she takes even to the tone of her voice and the choice of her words with nought but enmity towards her. not in specific or in person, but for belonging to the human race. overall, he's a very social teenager (not). 

      ❛  i'm kind of in the middle of a book so...  ❜

[kiceun]

a bad person? who, me? that would be correct,