#clairdclunc

[singedblackfeathers]

@clairdclunc​ // Sae & Minho

This little bird has been staring at Minho during various times of the day for the past several weeks, watching the man carefully with his one eye and occasionally accepting little bits of food that are offered to him. Sae is intrigued, there’s no doubt about it. However, it’s been a few days since Sae has caught wind of the male, and so he’s been attempting to pass the time in the park doing bird-like things until he shows up. It’s been a bit difficult, after spending most of his time as a human now.

Sae alights on the back of a park bench and looks around, hoping to see something shiny catch his eye to investigate. Instead of seeing something shiny, though, he sees a massive vulture looming from a branch in the tree. Vultures don’t hang around these parts, and there’s something unsettling about the look in the vulture’s eyes. Sae shifts, about to take off, when the vulture swoops down and attacks him.

He begins to squawk loudly, attempting to flee as the larger bird pins him down and speaks into his mind. “I am here to collect you. It is useless to fight. Your master wants his property back.”

[ofmusingsxandmayhem]

@clairdclunc​ liked for a starter || Lee & Ben (from x) 

“No sense in leaving now, they have us surrounded. We’ll camp here for the night; they’ll be gone by morning.” 

[imamxdel]

Isobel didn’t know how she could get so lost. It was a little embarrassing how she’d gotten herself in to this situation in the first place; one wrong on an uneven road had her tumbling face first into the ground with a badly hurt wrist and a nasty scrape on her leg.

Not to mention she’d been alone when she did it. The language barrier didn’t help as she desperately tried to find someone who spoke English, and was given somewhat adequate directions to the nearest hospital. Another awkward few hours later sitting on an uncomfortable hospital bed she was getting a bulky bandage on her leg and a mild sprain diagnosis for her wrist. The worst of it being that no one told her how she was supposed to find her way out. 

With her Korean being so poor, she was too scared to ask for help and ended up following various signs that she figured were for the exit. Somehow she’d ended up in the hospital basement and needing card access to find her way back up the stairs. 

“...shit,” she whispered, more to herself as she wandered around until she found someone who looked busy at work. But considering it was the first person she’d seen in the last three minutes, she figured it was her only way out. “A..anneyong,” she tried, giving the man a smile and a wave, her attempt at speaking Korean horribly accented. 

@clairdclunc​ \\ starter

[nxvalunxsis]

The door to Hangyeol's room stood a bit open. It was enough for Azrael to see how the Archangel was lying on his bed and smiling at his cell phone. Azrael stopped in his movement. Why was Hangyeol smiling at his phone when Azrael clearly hadn't sent him a text message? The horseman's brow furrowed. Silently, he pushed open the door and cleared his throat. "Hangyeol? My angel? Who has been texting you? Why are you laughing like that?" Of course, it was none of his business, but maybe Azrael was a tiny bit jealous after all. "You never laugh like that when I write you! Let me see!!! Is there something funny?" with one jump Azrael got on the bed to catch a glimpse of the cell phone.

@clairdclunc

Hangyeol didn't notice Azrael at first as he was too preoccupied with the meme he was looking at on the page someone at work had suggested to him. Only when the other spoke, the archangel looked up from his phone but before he could say anything, Azrael was already halfway on top of him, looking over his shoulder to see what he was looking at. Letting out a groan, Hangyeol glanced at him. "What's wrong with you?", he asked before averting his gaze back to his phone. "Nobody texted me. I'm just looked at some memes on a sit someone at work suggested to take a look at because they thought, with the work that I do, I could use something to brighten my day.", Hangyeol explained then showed the meme displayed on the screen of his phone to Azrael. "I really don't know whether I find your possessiveness over me cute or disturbing. Maybe a little bit of both."

[elysiumxii]

Memories | @clairdclunc​ ft Tian & Minho (or Soobin! your choice!) 

“So, you’ve come for my help once more-” the dragon murmurs softly as he slowly swirls the lid of the tea cup across the smooth rim of the old clay cup, filling their ears with the low scraping of clay, fitting with the light chime from wind chimes as they flutter in the breeze of the open window. “You never just want tea these days” Tian hums playfully, eyes glancing up at the mystery-seeker, before back down to the tea set as he sets the lid down and pours away the first brew to start again. 

He is a fan of hiding his future and past telling where possible, but in some instances the Qilin will help where he can by seeing what he can. “I can help-” he says softly, before slowly uncurling the long fingers of one hand to offer it out before wiggling them lightly. “-for a price” he continues, but quickly his lips are curling in mischievous fun. He doesn’t want money, he wants something much more precious. Memories. 

[hikayat]

Junki would lie if he says if he does not feel bad that he has to skip the hang-out that he had promised the other but with the swamp of thesis that he had to evaluate, Junki knew better that he had to skip it or his students would haunt him for grades:

mjnki: guess who has to skip tonight’s drinking party? this old fart mjnki: i am running late on grading so my bad mjnki: i promise the next drink night would be on me mjnki: if you ever forget how your friend looks like mjnki: sending media mjnki: don’t ever forget me friend  😭 😭 😭

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[ofdamnation]

chol  :  hey chol  :  sorry  i  couldn’t  talk  today  i  was  super  busy  with  work chol  :  how  has  your  day  been?     //    @clairdclunc​  liked  for  a  starter  based  on  this  post!

[ichoriism]

–   jin stared. plastic bags with sugar, flour, and other ingredients weighed both hands down on his sides. he didn’t have to pinch himself to know this wasn’t a dream –or a nightmare. even under such a faint light, he could still make out the familiar lines of their features and body. memories resurfaced, vivid and bittersweet on his tongue.

   ❛ it has been a while, ❜ he managed to say, lips curling into a small smile. they hadn’t parted in the best terms, so much had been said and so much had remained unspoken between them it was a regret hanging over jin’s head. kyungmin had said some things just were not meant to be but jin had insisted, followed his heart. he ended hurting them because of his stubbornness. 

   ❛ have you had dinner? ❜ jin asks, more confident, the smile warmer. he raises both arms and shakes the bags a bit. ❛ i was going to make dinner for myself today. do you want to come over? ❜ kyungmin would say it’s a bad idea. minyoung would be uneasy. taeil would be wary. but jin knew he couldn’t let go and he did not believe in coincidences. ❛ come on, at least come for tea? it’s cold out here and you look like you need something warm. ❜

with unnamed ( @clairdclunc​ ) .

[hemlock-ia]

🦉 The Tinderpocalypse {ᴹⁱⁿᵐʸᵉᵒⁿ} ᴬᵁ

From here: Give me a plot where muse a and muse b match on Tinder (or something similar), but muse a is catfishing because they’re actually famous and obviously can’t use their real pictures.

Junmyeon was laying in bed, bored. He had just finished his shift at the library and had enough of the day to day ‘going to work, eating, sleeping and repeat’. It wasn’t like he was lonely r anything, not really anyway. He had friends he spoke to and he went to his chess club every second Saturday of the month. The library was fun because he could work together with the chipper co-worker Lexus who was a bright young lady who seemed to see him as her big brother.

He was generally quite satisfied with life; though he was also incredibly single. He had avoided apps like Bumble, OKCupid and Tinder for the longest time because who could really find love in an app like that? Ridiculous really, he thought it was one of the dumbest things to assume and yet…

He had downloaded Tinder. A big mistake and even before opening the app he had deleted it. Then downloaded it again and opened it as he picked some pictures of himself. One of him at work wearing a blouse and a bowtie, looking dreadfully nerdy. But it was a good picture of him, he looked happy and he was in a public space so it was clear he wasn’t some kind of hermit. One picture of him in his room, posed, a selca and a third picture of him at the beach. Wearing a tanktop, and sunglasses as he sat in the sand, he cropped out his friends from the picture (sorry Chan and Lexus) and that was that.

Interests? Books, literature and archealogy. He added his interest for boardgames and chess as well and hesitated. He wouldn’t add ‘bird watching’ to the list, that would make him public enemy number one, nor did he add that he was a fan of the popular boyband RED. That would also make him less desirable for sure.

With a sigh he uploaded the profile.

It was the second day when he finally opened the app again and swiped through the men (preference: only men) and read the profiles before he halted on a profile. He read through it and smiled a little, something was different about it. He swiped to the heart and to his horror he got a match. Shit shit shit shit shit shit.

What now?

@clairdclunc

[asphaltkissed]

     jitae knows why this man is here. LAW OFFICIALS have a certain smell about them, but this man has something a little darker in his aura. jitae snips the end of a CARNATION before placing it into a vase.       ❛      welcome,    ❜     he says, wiping his hands on a towel on the table.       ❛      are you looking for something? roses for your wife maybe?    ❜     god, he hopes this guy is really just looking for roses and not for something else.

@clairdclunc​ / starter call

[ra-ia]

𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂- Myung&Akiiki

The warmth of the sands around her was making her drowsy. It had been a while since she had slept, there was something in this host that bothered her. It was the soul that fought her own- it was annoying.

Akiiki was the name of the host, the creature within had no name (not yet, anyway- It would be soon that the creature chose a name for themselves). The name Akiiki meant ‘friend’ which was funny since the soul of the host was far from friendly. The creature within did not appreciate the universe being witty at all and she was moody. Her silver eyes lingering on the desert in front of her before she turned around and saw the large city.

There were magical and non-magicals in this city and they lived together in reasonable harmony. Akiiki thought humans were amusing but the supernatural even more, after all the supernatural had more tricks up their sleeves.

She saw a wallet peek out of someone’s pocket and couldn’t help herself as she pickpocketed the wallet and then winced at herself. This was going to cost her.

To the observing eye it would look odd, the immediate show of guilt but they would not know what Akiiki was. The perfect merge (or supposedly perfect) of host and a creature named a Tuanji. They were rare but there were more of them and one could recognize them by their silver eyes, hair and the markings on their skin. This specific Tuanji had tiger stripes over their arms and body, and a large marking over their nose. It looked beautiful on the tanned skin of Akiiki. The host and creature did not live in harmony- instead the creature took over the host completely, only to be tainted by some mannerisms from the host and fleeting thoughts- sometimes the host was stronger and more seeped through.

Akiiki was a very strong woman, she was also a very aggressive woman. The creature found her by chance when she was down on her luck and wanted to be merged, though when one merges there is no turning back. So the creature was stuck with Akiiki and Akiiki was stuck with the creature in question.

The Tuanji are known for their good heart, even if the creature itself (a silver light creature with long tendrils and wings) doesn’t even possess a heart. They can do no harm, no wrong, do no evil at all. The tuanji gets physically ill when they do harm upon another, their guilt literally destroying them alive. Akiiki missed having a proper full night of sleep. She missed a lot of things, like not having a headache because her host was a compulsive liar, thief and kept getting into trouble at every possible turn.

Like now, she had pickpocketed the wallet and was going through the contents when she looked up and her silver eyes landed on a young man who most definitely had seen her do it. Rushing over she stood in front of him intimidating. “What, Ya Ibn el Sharmouta ?” She hissed.

@clairdclunc

[jessicastrung]

; ————— > starter for @clairdclunc  { been a long night and the 

                                                                mirror is telling me to go home ------ ;; }

                 she’s drunk on red wine, head in a heady cloud of sweetened alcohol and fine food. another disastrously bad date but at least it wasn’t all horrors. she got crème brulee for dessert. 

                               perched in one of minho’s living room chairs, her foot is gently swaying to the music blasting from his stereo (how many times had he scolded her for breaking into his apartment like this? ---- his fault for telling her where the spare key was.... ), she’s listening to the eagles, her favourite comfort music when she feels like another thing has turned sour in her personal life. her strappy heels were discarded at the door and lacquered toes were dancing as she hummed the tune. eyes closed and reclined quite comfortably, she’s waiting for the head of the house to come home. maybe he’ll be kind enough to let her order chicken. 

                    dark curls are spilling onto the cushion behind her head, sparkling cocktail dress, gold ear rings and all. she should be out in a night club but instead, she’s lamenting wasted time and loneliness. but before she can dive into that bag of depression, she hears the front door rattling. 

          ah---- he’s home. 

[nxvalunxsis]

★ — Hangyeol & Azrael ( @clairdclunc​ )

For the past two weeks, Hangyeol and Azrael have avoided each other. He spent most of his time either at work or in his room with the door closed and while the archangel appreciated the freedom and not being constantly bothered anymore at first, he soon realized that he had grown so accustomed to Azrael bugging him that it felt strange to not have it happen. He... missed it, he missed... him.

One evening, Hangyeol simply had enough and instead of disappearing into his room right after getting home from work, he stopped by his old study, the room Azrael was now occupying. The door was closed but he knew that Azrael was in there. Taking a moment, he took a deep breath then knocked at the door. "Azrael, we need to talk... now... and don't pretend you're not in there because I know you are."

[fructosellie]

☠ ( for jaemin )

SEND ME ‘☠’ TO HEAR WHAT MY MUSE WOULD SAY TO YOURS IF THEY WERE COMPLETELY DRUNK OFF THEIR HEAD.

@clairdclunc

“You!” He knew it was rude pointing to someone who is older than he is but it is something that must be done!! “You lied to me since--” Hiccup “we met right?!” The volume of his voice varied throughout his sentence and Jaemin couldn’t control it at all. All innervations going haywire thanks to the amount of alcohol he had ingested but he felt good! “I knew damn right that we did not meet the first time at your lab! It must be somewhere… somewhere… ” Jaemin hiccuped once more then eyes squinted as he tried to scour for the memories in his head but it was all hazy. “In my dream! Pfft! No no no not in my dream but it must be somewhere! Like…. Must be at a conference! I don’t even know if you go to conferences a lot---” He blew raspberries with pouting lips. “We have met before this and I knew that….” Hand reached out to hold Jonghoon by his shoulder and laughter broke free from him. “We met years and years and years ago but you!! Decided to bonker me with lieeeeees! If not I wouldn’t be so comfortable with you… The only people I have been comfortable with are you and Hyungjin! So! There is no way I just knew you this recently Dr. Kiiiim!” He laughed again and lightly nudged away the man’s shoulder to only hug him on his sides. “You are always so so comfortable. I love you for that. You are always so warm and it feels like… home. I have been looking for this forever.’

[hikayat]

[ RAIN ] ( Jaemin & Jonghoon )

KISSING PROMPTS // @clairdclunc

That argument was a stupid one to begin with. Jaemin was being hot-headed (read: stubborn as well) and Jonghoon was being irrational in his view. It should not have happened anyway. "It is not that I don't want you to know about it" The young man defended himself as his finger on his silk garment and eyes looking at Jonghoon for any solace of understanding.

He was trying to construct his words, braved up his courage to tell the other the truth but somehow, just somehow, Jonghoon knows.

"I have been trying to find ways to tell you but I ---"

The sudden downpour had definitely taken Jaemin off-guard that he let out a surprised gasp and trying to look up to the sky that was definitely raining; pelts on his skin was definitely a shred of evidence.

Looking at Jonghoon, Jaemin guessed he was not the only one who is caught by surprise at the sudden turn off event --- Just like water splashed onto a burning fire, Jaemin somehow soften up when he sees how Jonghoon too was soaked in the rain with him; in certain essence, Jonghoon too has a soul and maybe, somewhere maybe, a normal human just like him. Who is capable of feeling hurt and scared at the uncertainties that lie before them.

Stepping closer to close down the propinquity between them, Jaemin deliberately cupping the man's cheek, "I am sorry, I didn't know how to tell you" All he thought was how the doctor was telling him that his life wasn't going to be that long. His eyes slowly eventually welled in tears.

The tears and the rain though does not stop him from giving a subtle kiss on the man's nose down to his lips for a firm one. Not knowing how else to declare his affection, Jaemin pressing his lips onto Jonghoon's to sign him that Jaemin would love him no matter what happens, "You know I love you, right?"

"I'm scared. I don't know what will happen to end at the end. I didn't know what to say to you but... all I can say is I love you. I'm so sorry." Another kiss on the corner of Jonghoon's kiss as compensation. "Please don't get mad at me.."

[nczgul]

@clairdclunc liked for a starter with jude.

Jude can barely remember when his actual birthday is anymore, but that scarcely matters. Every couple of months he decides that it’s time for a celebration, and nobody ever seems to contradict him otherwise. The vampire coven of Seoul is always looking for an excuse to party, and what better reason to party than to pretend it’s their kings birthday?

All manners of creatures are always invited to attend. Jude does not discriminate, though he makes sure that it’s very clear he cannot promise any non-vampires won’t get bitten. It’s the risk the general public takes when attending such revels. 

There are bodies everywhere--on the floor, the tables, strewn across couches and each other. Jude is sitting in the center of it all on a huge chaise lounge the color of blood with something in goblet of a similar hue. His eyes wander, and finally they land upon someone who seems to have just entered the room. They linger, the king of vampires remaining still and silent. He doesn’t approach others. Instead, Jude waits for them to approach him.