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these days, i also feel like writing down aus/fics is such a privilege. like just being able to sit down and create something and not be easily distracted by disturbing and depressing thoughts; to not be beat down by the pressure to write something perfect in one ago; to even just be in a time and space where you can just exercise and stretch your imagination — all of these things, are unachievable to me at the moment, which i blame on my lack of trying but also my current state of being that can’t just. create.

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panindigan ang pangako pt. 1

sabi ko magsusulat ako every color prompt sa exovelvetwrtrs and since lipas na december, dito ko na lang ilagay entries ko hehe T-T

cosplaying gone wrong

i keep seeing you in my dreams

and they were roommates (please stop seducing him)

reve in kwangya

start ko ‘to next monday hehe yey!

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*.·:·.✧ ✦ ✧.·:·.*

very opinionated, very analytical of things

also very unnuanced pag nadadala sa emotion

open for corrections pls pls correct me pero sana wag pagalit? walang nagbebenefit sa hostility :(

working on my self-awareness and self-esteem constantly

this is my space to (hopefully) put into writing all these thoughts i have in my head for YEARS now! hopefully this attempt at active participation in making things happen in my life is effective! ૮ ˶ᵔ ᵕ ᵔ˶ ა

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time to go ✺ a wenmyeon drabble

original prompt here.

"we really need to leave for camp, demigod!" a beautiful girl is wading through the overgrown yellow tulips that covers his whole bedroom floor, "there's only so much that a dead soldier and a satyr can do to subdue cerberus, you know?"

junmyeon grimaces. he doesn't believe in God, but he's sure those words do not belong in the bible. he also doesn't believe in greek gods, but what's happened between now and forty minutes ago is slowly making him a sorta believer.

“gods know it’s only a matter of time before it remembers it’s not just a dog that plays fetch,” she finally reaches him, wiping her imaginary sweat on her sweater paws. “nice sunflower, by the way.”

wow. he knew he can "accidentally" grow yellow tulips, but not other flowers.

he'll add to the list of things he'll process, below "your mom's demeter, the goddess of harvest!" and above "is me being a half blood mean i'm type AB?"

the girl wastes no time leading him back outside, all the while telling him how the yearly spat between demeter and hades is turning for the worse this year, apparently.

she's chatty, she seems nice. she smells of a humble, earthy scent.

he doesn't know her name.

what he saw before his eyes stops him in his step. why did everything look pristine? he was sure gigantic paw marks and fire remnants would be in the field, considering they just played the world's most dangerous round of fetch.

but all he sees are no big dogs, rows and rows of sunflowers, and a beetle car idling nearby. ً kyungsoo, his former helper that was apparently undead since god knows when, was at the driver's seat, staring dead ahead.

a guy is also munching on canned bubble tea? that's evidently normal, since the girl just asks the same guy (with furry legs too, by the way) to get in the car.

"nice mist, sehun! wouldn't have guessed that a demon was frolicking up and down this area a while ago."

"cerberus is a dog," he pouts, "a bad dog, but still."

the girl affectionately pats sehun's hair, while confirming to kyungsoo where they have to go.

the car speeds up, and so does his pulse points. it might be the idea of attending summer camp at 26 that's making him palpitate, he's not quite sure.

he was about to ask her to drop him off at the airport or the nearest police station when she holds her hand out.

"seungwan."

"i'm sorry?"

"it's wendy if you prefer my english name."

"...sorry, that wasn't what i was going to ask."

he hands her the sunflower.

"oh really?" she pouts, twirling the sunflower with her hands, like she's trying to make a fire. "i thought i was getting good at reading the future thing,"

she stares at him contemplatively, then she lights up again. "ah, i know! you'll love camp half-blood, trust me."

he was about to say otherwise when he takes in her wide eyes and reassuring smile. he finds himself about to smile back.

"if we make it there alive, that is."

she then proceeds to admire the outside view, as if there was anything to see but miles and miles of fields of green, as if her statement was a normal thing to say.

junmyeon hears sehun whimper there. good, somebody's scared of their own mortality too.

or is it just half-mortality...?

in any case, he tries settling in, no matter how many knots were twisting in his stomach.

he's still unsure what to make of everything that's happened.

an hour ago, he was harvesting flowers. now, he's a half-god caught between a catfight between two immortal beings.

for now, he'll just focus on his itching hands. maybe he can conjure white roses before he goes.

to the camp or to the afterlife, he's not yet sure. he'll probably know in due time.

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pink lady ✺  yeri x yixing drabble 

napatiim-bagang na lang si yeri. reve resort and festival hall has had only stellar reviews since it was established, she would hate to be the one that ruins their streak.

pero kaunti na lang, baka she would have no choice. of all the things na dapat ginagawa na niya, tulad nung pagsetup ng beach for wedding # 375 or helping in balancing the books or even her lunch break, she was stuck here, dealing with an unreasonable millionaire with an equally unreasonable request.

god, she hates rich people.

original prompt here.

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“let me get this straight, sir."

"okay. go."

"you want us to scour every security footage we have of the last three weeks to find a pink lady—"

"lady in a pale pink dress, actually. pink lady doesn't sound nice."

"...a pink-wearing lady during this time of year. the peak season of weddings."

"yes."

"you do realize, sir, that we've seen enough of pink ladies to last us a lifetime this month?"

"but how many, would you say, were frolicking on a beach almost everyday since the first week of the month from 1PM to 5PM?"

"and she's always wearing a wedding dress?"

"maybe…?"

"maybe what sir?"

"maybe it was for a wedding? maybe hindi? i didn't ask."

napatiim-bagang na lang si yeri. reve resort and festival hall has had only stellar reviews since it was established, she would hate to be the one that ruins their streak.

pero kaunti na lang, baka she would have no choice. of all the things na dapat ginagawa na niya, tulad nung pagsetup ng beach for wedding # 375 or helping in balancing the books or even her lunch break, she was stuck here, dealing with an unreasonable millionaire with an equally unreasonable request.

god, she hates rich people.

she schools her face with a smile, "okay sir. we'll consider your request. pero it might take a few days for security to release the videos and it might need additional manpower to go over three weeks' worth of footage of this place."

"we would need the few days to be 24 hours," yeri feels herself deflate. she watches him reach out to his inner jacket pocket and hand over a piece of paper. "better yet, less than 24."

sanay na si yeri makahawak ng mga tsekeng may malalaking halaga ng pera. pero di pa rin niya naiwasang mapamaang sa kung gaano kadaming numero ang nasa papel. para lang sa babaeng hindi niya nga alam ang pangalan.

god, she doesn't hate rich people, she abhors them.

but, also unfortunately, money makes the world go round. at naiimagine na niya ang lecture na matatanggap niya kung hinindian niya ito.

"...i'll see what i can do."

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joy drabble

original prompt here.

it's day 18 and joy was doing… as okay as it can get. she finally learned how to play the video games in her bedroom, even though the graphics were horrendous and the controller still felt foreign on her hands that were used to smooth touch screens. 

 she finally retired her purse, resorting to a backpack with all her essentials (notebook binder, pencil case, the clothes she wore when she got here, water, some snacks, and a journal with everything she learned so far) just in case she finally got away from here.

once she reached her school locker, butterflies stormed her stomach. today was friday the 13th. based on her resources, this might be an optimal day where crazy things could happen (like people getting killed or trading bodies with someone else). 

she wasn't asking for a miracle. she was just hoping that when she opened her locker this time, she would see a passageway that would take her back where she belonged. she didn't care if the portal opened in her parents' house that she left behind years ago or her dull, bleak office where she scammed people for a living or, worse, lay's recording studio—she was desperate. she wanted to go home, no matter how unfamiliar of a concept that was to her.

she inputted her combination, turning to the numbers 9 3 9 6 because really, her life depended on it. she took a deep breath, opened up the locker to reveal—spare clothes, some books, trinkets all over the place, her holders filled with school supplies and a comb.

it's day 18, so joy has learned to not let her anger get the best of her. she would just have to endure another day in this high school and try to fit in, all the while trying to find a reason why she was stuck in the 1990s, in a timeline where her parents never met.

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blue mornings  ✺ wendy x kai drabble

original prompt here.

when jongin opened his eyes, the sun was smiling down at him already.

it felt strange, waking up and not having this crippling fear that they'll be found out soon by her parents. usually by this time, either nagtatago na siya sa cabinet niya o kaya ay nagkukunwaring tulog na sa guest room nila.

ngayon, he's in a bed, with its pale blue bedsheet, duvet, and pillowcases; the curtains are unfortunately drawn already because she woke up earlier than him, as expected.

unlike the typical mornings in his old apartment with 3 rowdy men, only quiet noises can be heard outside the door,  because she is loving and wonderful and considerate of his long work hours and weird sleeping schedule.

sa totoo lang, may parte kay jongin na natatakot kung gaano siya kadaling mag-adjust sa sitwasyon nila. nararamdaman niya minsan na it felt too perfect; na anytime, someone would pull the rug from under him and life would suck again, the ways it did before her.

pero mas nananaig ang parteng ang tagal niyang hinintay na maging ganito kakuntento. at sa loob-loob niya, kung babawi man itong pagmamahal ng kung sino o ano man, at least he still did it.

his train of thought took a pause when he realized what he was staring at. on the other side of the bed, there was a bunch of pale blue envelopes, all sealed with wax.

he picked up one that had a for you written in her big, curly penmanship. when he opened it, where their wedding invitation should be was a handwritten letter from her instead.

hello!! 

these are the samples with the wax seal logos you designed, love! personally i like all of it haha!! kaya you have let sooyoung know what you think and we'll make changes from there, okay? (:

by the time you wake up, breakfast is on the table and dishes sa lababo. c(: please help yourself on both. 

i'll be here waiting for you to wake up too. (: good morning! <3

- seungwan <3

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