#160691

[jxniel]

Galaxies; waxing; waning; full moon; ponder; sweet dreams.

late night self reflective asks 🌙

Status: Not accepting!Received from @160691

galaxies: what are three things you want to do before you die?

It is answered here!

waxing: what is your proudest accomplishment?

Her proudest accomplishment has yet to come, she believes. Digging through the memories, perhaps there would be one fitting to the title? Perhaps the simplest task of making it, of succeeding, despite the degree and the nature of the challenges she faced? Maybe it’s the idea itself? Something that made and still makes her proud to this day? Seoah can’t really tell which is better.

❝ Shinwoo-ssi. ❞ She calls him out of the blue after she snaps out from her pensive self. ❝ What do you think will be the proudest accomplishment for an artist such as you and me? ❞ The soloist didn’t mean to throw the question back at him, but the answer lies somewhere. Precisely somewhere they both can reach in the back of their mind. 

It is by their own experiences, going through a path with several detours, but still leading to the same end. Of course, it isn’t the end for what Seoah envisions, but they were several ends needed to get closer to the bigger image. Her trainee days were long behind her and her rookie ones were following them closely. Nonetheless, it doesn’t mean she’s closer to what she believes to be the ultimate accomplishment that deserves the addition of proudest beside it. 

But let’s not think about a distant future. There are still a lot more to do before that.

❝ Surely you ask thinking my answer will differ from yours. ❞ Her voice’s soothing, not particularly affected by their casual conversation taking a more abstract and profound subject. ❝ But I seriously doubt that. ❞

And she smiles. ❝ Our proudest accomplishment must be to have made our dream come true, as corny as it may sound. I doubt anything else can beat that too. ❞ Her white pearls reveal themselves more and more, hinting a playful demeanor that only calls for a bit of entertainment coming from the other.

❝ Can you think of anything else? ❞

waning: what is your biggest regret?

Her question meets another, a move she didn’t predict would return to her like a boomerang. The opposite needs to be asked, isn’t it? It seems fair.

❝ Regret… ❞ She has plenty, plenty she wishes not to recall for the sake of her weak heart, and plenty more she has forgotten since the mind accepted to throw them into an abyss. They can take many forms and link to many elements of her life as well, not just romance. Of course, she would avoid the topic of love whenever her answers were meant to be published to the public. Not that she wouldn’t speak about it. Seoah prefers a clean cut when it comes to preserving her privacy. 

If she has to answer the question, her current biggest regret lies in her career. An agglomeration of short instances when she shouldn’t feel sorry for herself and indefinite periods of self-questioning. All those years spent chasing after her dream shouldn’t be meaningless. All those hard work during trainee days resulting in a promised yet risky debut among hundreds of rookies shouldn’t come in vain. 

Somehow, it feels like it. 

❝ Have you ever felt like you haven’t gotten the opportunity to show your full potential? Not that you’re scared or unprepared for it, but that you weren’t given the right setting for it? ❞ She wants to know. Is she the only one to feel that way? Possibly not. They were many rookies out there deserving the acknowledgment from the public, but sadly, in the entertainment and music field, talent and hard work aren’t the only factors for success. There’s luck involved.

If only Seoah doesn’t have this impression of her efforts being wasted or ignored. If only.

It’s okay. She’ll still work for the day the respect she longs for will be given to her rightfully.

full moon: what type of person do you hope to be?

❝ Shinwoo Oppa. ❞ This time she calls him differently, her eyebrow raised while her cheek rests on her fist. ❝ I thought you weren’t the type to ask questions. ❞ A chuckle follows her words and then a hum as thoughts seem to run through her mind in search of an answer.

What type of person does she hope to be? Definitely not what she was despite learning through her mistakes and maturing from them as well. The current her seems content to not have stayed what she used to be: somewhat of a character deemed too naive for this kind of world. However, that naivety remains the force that made her who she is now. She has learned the hardships of running after her dreams, of being disappointed more than once as her expectations were simply distortions of her isolated world, not quite on par with the reality she lives in.

So now, what type of person does she view herself becoming? The question aims for a future she can only judge as distant, too far to her liking, and perhaps too soon to guess. Her words aren’t definite though. Whatever the answer she’ll deliver has a chance to be different later on.

Then, what’s the point for her to answer? Setting a particular mindset from the start in order to guide herself towards that ideal image of herself, which she deems suiting, but only time will know for sure.

❝ Someone who doesn’t forget about her past. ❞ Her words came like a murmur. ❝ Someone who learns from their past mistakes, who knows that many others will come, but won’t back away out of vulnerability or humiliation. Someone who is wise enough to know herself well, but also others. Someone who is warm. I think you get the idea. ❞

Seoah then tilts her head a bit in order to catch a glance of him. ❝ I believe that’s a realistic view to go for. Isn’t it? ❞

ponder: what do you want to do with your life?

It is answered here!

sweet dreams: are you happy?

❝ Hm? ❞ She’s impressed by the older one. Surprised even, since the male isn’t much of a talker from his demeanor, but she can’t blame one from being curious or even initiating a conversation based on questions. ❝ Are you worried about me because we talked about regrets earlier? ❞

He shouldn’t be if that’s the case. It’s true that she didn’t really answer his question earlier. She wasn’t explicit to the regret she feels lately, but it’s not like it wouldn’t fade sooner or later. Regret is an emotion and just like it, it is temporary. 

❝ I’m fine. I’m happy actually. ❞ She nods and even showcases a smile. She just has to focus on the positive side. She’s living her dream, isn’t it? She’s making music, music that has her own flavor. She would be grateful for just that. Living, breathing, doing what she loved and working hard for accomplishments she wished to obtain. 

No need to seek another kind of happiness. Not now at least.

[seoasteria-blog]

❝ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for brunettes? ❞

ᴛᴀɴɢʟᴇᴅ ꜱᴇɴᴛᴇɴᴄ�� ᴍᴇᴍᴇ.

     The feeling of fingers carding through her hair was motivation for the astronomer to halt her slumber; the question stirs movement in her body as she turns to look at her fiancé. As her eyes open, she sees him smiling at her, amused with his question. Ahreum mumbles in acknowledgement, giving her body time to wake up and allow her vocal cords to emit a proper response. She shuffles her body even closer to Dongwoo’s, maneuvering her position to comfortably rest her forehead against his. A light chuckle with a small whisper is the second response, preceded by a sleepy kiss. 

     “You may have mentioned it once or twice~ Did I ever tell you I got a thing for musicians?” 

[spncerz-blog]

FACETIME & DAD JOKES.

She laughed at his last text messages, it seems time didn’t change the relationship she had grew to have with the idol.  If anything the distance and time between them only solidified their relationship. As she thought of what to text him back, an idea struck her mind; the brunette scrolled through her contacts and click on his named ‘long hair oppa’ reading his name made her stiff a laugh. She would never show it to him but before they were close she only remembered him because of his long hair. 

Spencer made a mental note to change it to “Doppa’ later on, but as the iphone begun to make a familiar noise her focus turned to the screen. “Hey you, i thought we can do this since it’s been a while and someone left their child at home.” she joked.

( — @160691 )

[bangyeong]

being social with @160691

It was that time of the year again when she wasn't the busy bee she was used to be and she actually had time to pay attention to her friends, exchange news and so on; in other words, Chaeyeong had time to be social until she would lock herself in the studio to work on projects. It was also a great time to continue her Candy Crush journey. Once again, after struggling with one level for weeks, she found herself being addicted to the named game and instead of being a social butterfly, she played it to keep herself away from the boredom or whenever she had time to ( after waking up and before going to sleep ).

Her phone was vibrating and the push-up notifications were distracting her game time to time, causing her to furrow her brows out of annoyance. It was until after the fifth push-up notification when she lifted up her gaze from the old phone of hers with a groan of annoyance and saw the familiar looking male standing in front of her. Her dark orbs were going back and forth between her phone and the male, a quiet 'oh' leaving her mouth when she connected the dots. It was him all along. ❛How long have you been standing there?❜ The female questioned, pausing the game with one single thumb movement to give her whole focus on him. ❛And really? Interrupting my game? You could have just greeted me like a normal person!❜

[bangchrome-blog]

@160691 ( continued )

“Mommy, mommy!”

The wailing child stumbles through a busy intersection comprised of tourists and the occasional vehicle weaving past the cohort of consumers in Myeong-dong; the shopping district was appropriate for families, albeit not for the lost child staggering aimlessly with swollen eyes and a parched throat; neither the employees nor their patrons yield to the crying toddler, but not everyone feigns ignorance to the girl. Two men would come to the rescue of the princess swallowed in the crowd, both renowned for their talent and adoration for children respectively.

Her distant pleas are processed by the brunet occupying himself with skincare, abandoning his basket filled with meticulously perused products to follow the sounds derived from the little girl. Dong-woo pinches the fabric at his chin to pry away the mask when she’s within reach, calling out towards the erratic child to grab her attention. He crouches at eye level and opens his arms. Her waddling ceases before another individual expressing mutual concern, glancing between Dong-woo and the stranger aloft; she wipes at her eyes and sniffles, shying away from the loving hands reaching to help, incidentally bumping into the man behind her. Dong-woo stands erect and mirrors the child, looking at the man closest to her; contrary to the toddler, he recognized the familiar face. ❝ …Yong-guk hyung? ❞

(Book: The Voices of Heaven by Maija Rhee Devine, page 174.)

Hyung, you’re acting like a soon-to-be mother who’s hormone levels are raging and motherly instinct is in full swing. Yongguk heard that line more than he could count at that point, always and without exceptions whenever a child of any age (the smaller, the more intense the teasing) was somewhere in his surroundings and he betrayed any kind of reaction to it. It was an ongoing joke, both with his family, closer and farther friends; but a joke that, in its core, was as truthful as possible. Teasing or not, Yongguk had enough self-awareness to not negate the charges -- he was a bit whipped when it came to children, indeed.

It might have not been motherly per se, as he lacked biologically and more for that, but it was an instinct all the same when he heard the child’s wailing and desperate calls for help. (It was for mom, actually, but everybody knew that until you pass the 12 year old threshold, “mom” is a synonym of “help”.) Locating the tiny albeit loud mess of a human was relatively easy, even in the crowd, and he could only sincerely hope that the kid’s mother was as attentive as Yongguk himself -- because the realistic part of himself knew that the answer could go both ways.

It was in that moment, that the day decided to become a mess of tangled coincidences.

“Oh. Dongwoo.” Yongguk never really knew how it worked: he met plenty of people every day, both old and new, which resulted in his head storing all these names and connections, and it never -- quite literally never -- failed to find the right face, name and relation in approximately 0.5 seconds upon meeting. He gave a small nod of greeting to the male and shifted his attention back to the source of the ruckus: all wet face, confused eyes and unhappiness written all over her face. Behind all the snot, it was a cute kid, no doubt, but right now, she looked all kinds of miserable. 

“What do we have here... Little lady in distress? Sounds like a job for a knight in a shining armor.” He said, the tone of his voice instantly changing to one that was so very obviously children-friendly, all practised and tested on multiple subjects before the mysterious girl. It was also one of the times when his awkward, wide, gum-showing smile came in handy -- it seemed to speak to children on a spiritual level, usually reminding them of this or that cartoon character that Yongguk had no clue about in 98% of cases.

[sahreum-archive]

-- happy birthday, dongwoo; @160691 

☆┆ The night was to be busy for Dongwoo, so the astronomer knew she had to move quickly if her birthday plans for the idol were to succeed. She had been planning his birthday surprise since her own birthday had passed. 

     The first part of the surprise was lunch. Though, it wasn’t a normal lunch at a restaurant. This time, the astronomer had planned for a ‘private’ lunch-- one where they could sit in the restaurant and not worry about strangers or bystanders recognizing Dongwoo. She decided to take Dongwoo to a dark dining restaurant; a restaurant where the lights are off and no one can see. The astronomer knew it’d work perfectly for the undisclosed couple to avoid stranger’s eyes. The only hiccup being that they’d have to arrive at slightly separate times, though it worked for Ahreum-- she’d arrive earlier, taking in the sights to allow herself to text Dongwoo the proper way to get around the area to reach the restaurant. While she didn’t yet know how to drive, she knew how to take in the sights and use them for directions.  

     The astronomer was worried about eating in the dark-- she was worried one of them would spill their drink, or worse, poke their eye out, but the lunch went smoothly, despite the few instances where the couple would poke their cheeks trying to deliver the food to the other’s mouth. Laughter was loudly emitted from the couple each time the utensils hit off target. It went well, and Ahreum had faith the rest of the surprise would go smoothly.

    The second part of the surprise was a trip around Tokyo. Despite the two having taken copious amounts of trips to Japan, both separately and together, Ahreum wasn’t sure of how much time Dongwoo normally had each trip to see the sights. The trip was meant to take the rest of the afternoon, until Dongwoo had to get ready for the concert that evening. They drove around in an Uber, looking at all the different sights and areas of history that Tokyo had to offer, occasionally stopping to quickly take a photo of something they hadn’t seen before.

     The final surprise of the night came after the concert, when the group had returned to their hotels. The rest of B1A4 headed to their respective hotel rooms while Ahreum took Dongwoo’s hand and continued further up in the elevator. She had rented out a larger room for just the two of them-- one with a sitting area, a great view, and a bathroom with a Jacuzzi. The jacuzzi she specifically asked for, for Dongwoo to relax with the jets after the concert, knowing it’d take a toll on his energy. On the table was the final part of the surprise; a photo album. When Ahreum takes him to the sofa, she encourages Dongwoo to sit down and take the book in his hands. She takes a few moments to let him inspect the outside of the album before she speaks. 

     “I know I took you to a lot of places today, but I wanted to give you this as a gift, too. You deserve so much and I want to give it all to you, and while this birthday celebration is one of many I hope to have with you, this gift is especially important, and once you see inside, you’ll know why. Make sure you take a look at the last page (x)... Happy birthday, Dongwoo, I love you.” 

[imacatlover]

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[jaeneral]

❝ I like your taste in music. ❞

random sentence starters@160691 / / status: accepting!

unbound minutes stretch endlessly, the empty parking lot gravitating towards a different plane of existence, one which he dreads: that of waiting, of boredom, of hollow seconds which seem to stagnate. a resounding sigh and he’s lifting his head up at the sky, a thin cloak of clouds blocking the clear, crisp blue he has woken up to in the morning. there’s no crack for the sunlight to pierce through, yet its warmth can still be felt, sticking the guitarist’s t-shirt to his skin. the signs, silent and subtle, foretell of an incoming storm.

seated on the ground, back glued to the walls of the supermarket, jae is killing time by doing nothing while waiting for his band mate to come through with the shopping. monthly supplies of food for the dorm, hardly a task to keep him rooted in the moment. he has chosen to remain behind, guard the van (although the manager, brooding and his thick forehead covered in sweat, is enough to see that this objective won’t be impended) and silently mull over the lack of human presence at this full hour of the noon.

have they all felt the storm? the streets have been scarcely paced the whole morning, as if the entire population of seoul had known of the imminent event, all except him. ah, it’s not like you should always trust the weather forecast. it changes daily, even hourly.

it’s the piercing guitar riffs which hurl him back into reality, the name popping up on his mobile screen slowly processed in the first few seconds while he’s regaining his hold on the palpable world. he’s squinting his eyes, scanning the characters with peculiar confusion. it is too late to react, that another remark, that of a voice nearby once again tugs at jae’s slow thought-process. “ah, you do?” he looks up. he might have seen the guy somewhere — he can’t really recall right now. “good to know someone else knows this song. but don’t be too quick to judge, it’s just one out of the many i have in here.”

[mooderato-blog]

❝ Well, you just fall in love with anything that licks your nose. ❞

incoming → @160691 !!! 

     “ I- with anything? I do not! ” insisted Wheein with a stomp of her foot. Though as much as she wanted to deny such a thing, she really couldn’t. She was weak. Especially when it came to cute little creatures. In example, her beloved cat Ggomo. Though he smacks her in the face on the daily, he could simply look at her, and Wheein would melt on the spot. 

     So, really, no matter how Wheein took it… It was nothing but a true statement. Still, she would deny it. 

     “ You can’t tell me that y o u wouldn’t fall in love with Ggomo either if he licked your nose… ”

[hvtfelt-blog1]

❝ I'm like a starving man who has been given food. ❞

book starters [11] for @160691

A small, gentle smile was a nearly instant and instinctive reaction to the male’s words, for Yeeun knew all too well what he meant and how exactly the described emotion felt. A wave of positive feelings, coating one’s every fibre, overwhemling senses to the point of being unable to see anything else. And yet, being a mere observer that she was, she couldn’t help the more rational, conscious thought hidden right behind the mirth -- coming out in the open not because she was against one’s happiness, but because she cared about it enough to cross the invisible boundaries.

“Don’t get too greedy with it though.”

The warning cut through the air, words as gentle as the smile, but bearing weight heavy enough to nearly conceal its kind nature. Yeeun could only hope that the male knew her decently as to realize it.

“Eat too soon, too much, and you will be starving again in no time -- feeling the hunger even stronger than before. Don’t do that to yourself.”

[pijichu]

❝ I'm sorry. I should've gotten here sooner. ❞

HOWL’S MOVING CASTLE STARTERS : accepting !»  @160691

jisoo doesn’t have to look up to know who’s found their way to her table. so she takes her time in answering, straw pinched between her fingers and pushing at the remains of her smoothie. “an apology won’t make up for the time I’ve been sitting here— alone.” she chides him as if it’s truly his fault but the expression on her face reassures that she’s not annoyed- not really, anyways.  their lives have been consigned to this from the very beginning: work, work, and more work, leaving little time to themselves.  meeting up with him was already difficult enough.

“you said you knew a place, right?” enthusiasm returns full-force, lifting the corners of her mouth as she rises from her seat and gestures for him to follow her outside.  the door jingles behind them and they’re out on the streets, caps drawn low and footsteps brisk.  she’s determined to carry out her task today without any mishaps.

“i’m counting on you, oppa.  he’s a good friend.”

[supremeuppityone]

Klaroline fanfic update: A Beautiful Symmetry

Working on my next one-shot in my Klaroline series, A Beautiful Symmetry. Here’s a quick peek:

Chapter 87: Rocinante Holiday

“I want to eat the sunbeams flaring in your beauty.” ― Pablo Neruda

             It never failed to amuse Caroline how the humans walked right by a spaceship without noticing. Such odd, self-absorbed creatures. Granted, she’d activated her transport’s camouflage sequencing, which synthesized a typical Creole cottage, but still that telltale shimmer should’ve at least given them pause. Such easy prey. She was expected back at HD 160691 d, the extrasolar planet Rocinante, now that she’d completed her scouting mission, but she refused to wormhole leap without enjoying a dish from this primitive planet called crawfish etouffee. Not to mention her weakness for other delicacies.

           She didn’t both trying to muffle the deep purr that she trilled at the thought of Klaus. She’d spotted him during her first impulsive detour from her mission, and his enigmatic personality had kept her intrigued. She’d quietly observed him, seeing great promise in this unconventional warrior. While still a youngling (a paltry thousand solar revolutions on this primitive planet), there was still something about this boastful ‘hybrid king’ that made her claws ache to sink into him.

           The scuffing of rubber soles on the filthy asphalt caught her attention, and she smoothly sidestepped a trio of younglings who blissfully stumbled to and fro, clearly have imbibed past the limits of their fragile physiology. From their appreciative glances, she ascertained that her attire was appropriate, a mild concern she’d indulged while on her initial scouting mission. While necessary to seamlessly blend with the planetary natives, she’d learned from her last visit that this region’s population seemed to believe her traditional hunting breastplate and ouroboros-skin breeches were part of a parade costume, which she understood to be some sort of revelry-related function. Therefore, it was unlikely her formal hunting attire would arouse suspicions. Although it certainly seemed to arouse the natives’ heat. Foolish humans — her kind required a much sturdier form for mating.

           Perhaps like Klaus.

[seyoou-blog]

Just stopping by to say you're doing an amazing job and to keep it up! Send it to the first ten people (or more) on your dash to spread mun positivity. 💕

(( thank you! 😚 same to you!

[jnsomin]

Distract me, pls: multiples of 20.

DISTRACT ME PLS ⤷ status : accepting 

20: When did you last talk to the last person you shared a kiss with? that is classified information! ㅋㅋㅋ

40: Have you ever cried over a text?Ah yes, I have on one or two occasions — i’m sure i’ve even cried of laughter over a text in the past too. 

60: When’s the next time you will give someone a BIG hug? When I finally get to see my best friends. We’re all so busy so it’ll be nice to see them soon! Orrr when I next see my baby niece, Seah — so some time this week. 

80: Have you ever fallen asleep in someones arms?When I was younger I used to fall asleep in my mothers arms as  she’d brush my hair back, or if I felt poorly, rub my stomach softly. I was very young but I still remember it like it was yesterday as they are fond memories. 

100: Who was the last person that you pinky promise?It’s been a while since I pinky promised anybody anything, but if I recall correctly, it was Ian. I can’t remember 100% why we pinky promised though. 

[sahreum-archive]

◜ 💬 ◞ 애기야. I know it's late as I send this, but I can't get you off of my mind after gazing at the moon. After being away from home for a week, I look forward to the plane ride in the morning; it's been difficult to sleep these days when you're not by my side, but it makes these moments all the more bittersweet. I'll be back soon-- until then, all I can do is watch the clock and count down the time. I hope you've been well, and I'm sorry for not checking in sooner. I love you.

[KKT ➡ 여보]: I miss you. I can’t wait until you come home; Gon and Sogeum miss you too, they’ve been anxious to see you since you left.  ㅋㅋ[KKT ➡ 여보]: When you return, you get to have a nice, long sleep in our bed and I’ll be right there beside you to help keep you warm. I’ve been well, and I hope you’ve managed to eat well while you’ve been away... I’ll make your favourite food when you get back, and you can tell me about your adventures. [KKT ➡ 여보]: Be safe and hydrate lots, too... Come home healthy~ I love you too. ♥

[wtchinghr]

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send a heart to learn something about my muse (currently: accepting)              thank you, @160691!!

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

She might not seem like it, but Harlowe’s quite the romantic. She loves the idea of love and how it can be a positive influence in people’s lives and affect their mindset. Romance, and the subsequent heartbreak, is always good inspiration for music and lyrics, so part of her views potential relationships as experiments in a way to see how her music would change due to this one person’s presence (or lack of) in her life. She’s not necessarily one that wants to look for love, but let it come her way naturally. With her career, she’s not interested in dealing with the backlash she’d face from fans and the stress that would be put on the relationship dealing with that, so she’s content with just focusing on her music for now. In the future though, she hopes to find her soulmate and get married once her music career dies down some.