#lighthousehan

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[[ Have I told you lately that I love you?  because I do.  I thank you for sticking by me and I wub my wittle sammich.

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a starter for @lighthousehan​  🌸

.& on ships overseas, my heart goes

Tucked up on a soft sofa; there’s a cup of warm tea resting in the bowl of her palms, elbow propped against the thick cushions on her side, giving her an edge by which to lean and rest upon -- a smile as warming as the cup between her fingertips rests on her lips, eyes studying the pretty little boy who sits on the opposite end of her perch.

The windows are open, the smell of sea salt is sharp to her nose - and the warmth from an overhead sun is apparent even sheltered inside the cooling lighthouse. Her mother always told her a cup of hot tea was the best thing to cool down on such a brilliant summer’s day and she had to agree. 

“It sounds like you’re just smitten, darling.” She muses; chest taking a deep breath before expending it in a touched, romantic sigh. “Is he just perfect to you? Tell me a little more, I adore hearing about other’s relationships.”

Han had just told her to good news about him and Iseul, and she was dying to know just about everything that went down. “How did he ask you? When did he ask you? Was it so romantic?”

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lighthousehan:

After days, months, years behind bars, and freedom being a new but familiar taste, Geunseong was adapting back into society. He was watching people, studying their mannerisms, the sociopathic tendencies inside of him learning how to be with people, how to put on a facade so that he too could interact with people as he once did.

He’d watched the interaction between the male and his date, it’s nothing something he wanted for himself but apparently this stuff made people happy or so he’d heard. Stuff like that was what people wrote love songs and cliche romance novels about, but when his date left, he turned cold. Distant. As if it had all been a charade at his date’s whim. 

“Ain’t this that type of thing people write poetry about?” He asks with a small snort. “Dates usually make people happy right?”

Not that he knew, even when he was on the outside of that 6 by 8 cell he never took girls out on dates, sure he took girls home but never would he take them out. He didn’t treat any girl as if they were anything special, discarding her feelings as if they were trash to him, and it would be the same now as it was all them years ago. 

“Was the date that bad?” He snorts, taking the box and glancing inside at the gift before snapping it shut once again. “I suppose this could feed me for a little while though, so yeah why not. I mean it’s not my date’s gift after all right?”

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WHICH ELEMENT ARE YOU?

tagged by: @lighthousehan

Tagging: @aegyon @pathhfinder @thcrned @masokai

Your element is EARTH

People of the Earth element are hardworking, genuine, and determined. You know what needs to get done. You know how to get a good life, and you need to earn it. You have a powerful heart and an appreciation for the smaller things. You could stand to be a bit less rigid and take a breath once in a while. If you keep pushing forward without a rest you'll come off intimidating to others. That aside, you are sturdy and self-sufficient and make a reliable ally

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retrieved from here !!

“not too long, really.” he started off with a serious tone, playfully shrugging his shoulders to help wake the other up a bit more. “i mean it’s only 2045. sadly, there are still no flying cars. so you didn’t exactly miss much.” terry couldn’t help the semi-permanent lilt in his voice that caused everything he said to sound like a joke. which they are, anyway. 80% of the time.

terry didn’t want to wake him up, opted to just leave the other male lying on the couch after another chapter of his book. although, he also told himself that three chapters ago. he’d feel bad if he woke han up even by accident. “just a little bit of drooling,” he teased, offering him a rather crooked smile. “but you did kind of mumble. something about throwing a body into the ocean. didn’t know you were keeping such dark secrets, han.” 

he reached out slightly, patted down the other’s hair. there were no awkward tufts. terry was more worried that his shoulder wasn’t a comfortable place to sleep on. oh, and also the possibility of a stiff neck. “haven’t gotten much sleep last night?”

@lighthousehan

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"Do you remember anything from last night?" (( Welcome to Minimalist, lil friend!! ))

Throwing a party was a rarity coming from Leon, but deciding on it last minute with a friend of his, he couldn’t resist. He would’ve been forced into it anyways, if he had said no, so he just went along with it and by morning, everyone had been laid flat in the streets, some hanging from rooftops and lastly, the ones who are still up and awake, getting their thang on. Loud noises from every direction to the mornings being silent, just the way Leon liked them.

Laid on the floor, garbage all around him along with some being stuck to places on his body he couldn’t reach. A groggy yawn escaped his lips, a pounding so loud you could almost hear it in his head -- “W-what...”His voice was raspy and dry from all the alcohol he chugged down. The remains, laid broken beside him. Thank god he noticed them or he would’ve been bloody for a reason that wasn’t killing, for once. 

If it weren’t for his ability to crawl, he would’ve been dehydrated. Leon somehow made his way to the kitchen, managing to reach up and grab a bottle of water from the refrigerator. Crawling and clinging onto the cabinets, he stood up finally, sipping from said water bottle. “What are all these people doing here? Get them out for fucks sake.” Leon demanded lastly, before cowering down behind the counters.

[yeozus]

✞ HAN. 

    “Oh boy, you have it so easy,” Han sighed and suppressed a playful smile that was threatened to spread on his lips. “You call that a problem? I deal with that and the worst case of bedhead ever. Now who’s the real victim here?”

    He knew Hunter’s actual issues were hardly related to symmetrical guyliner. Han and him were not close enough to actually address the underlying worries - hence the playful banter about who struggled with the biggest first world problems - but Han had learned to detect people with secrets and burdened minds. Maybe it was due to his observant nature, or perhaps a heavy heart could detect another.

    “If it makes you feel better, I think your eyeliner looks really good today,” Han added and laughed. “It’s probably a good omen. Like Astrology but instead of planets it’s based on make up.”

⸢  †  ⸥          the free-spirited raillery that ensues  by induction of hunter’s comment is eagerly welcomed,  the designer allowing the pearly expanse of teeth and gums to show through the spreading of smiling lips.  of course the worst of his issues are not defined by the application of  eyeliner  -  but if yeo hunter could be described in a single word without fail,  it would most nearly be  dramatic,  or a stronger synonym.  ❛  you  have the worst case ‘a  bedhead, huh ?  that’s a mighty strong claim,  there. i’mma need some credible  evidence  before i can believe it.  ❜  smooth features have contorted and compacted into the essence of a smiling countenance,  while otherwise nonexistent wrinkles and creases forming beneath his eyes. how fortunate he is.  he really needs to  smile  today. 

                 locked away are these secrets, confined to the steel cage beneath his chest as he suffers silently with the  actual  headliner to his struggles  -  for today,  at least. he does a damn good job of hiding it,  but hunter is almost always trying to balance some unfortunate tragedy atop his head while the rest of his responsibilities fill his arms and whatever baggage he’s carrying on his person.  as skillful as he’s come to be in regard to the art of  deception,  his eyes never lie.  the oculi are like a gold vault  -  not only by way of color,  but in value, and weight.  nevertheless,  ignorance of any kind can equate to some kind of bliss  -  even if it only lasts for a moment.  that is why he can smile through this,  as han’s words loosen the shackles around his soul.  

                 ❛  ya’no ... that does make me feel better.  thanks,  han.   ❜

@lighthousehan.

[lxtent]

“ apparently everyone and their mother felt that way but nobody had the guts to tell me. ”

♡ Valentines day sentence starters

“Ah...” As if perfectly on cue, Leo had put his foot right in it. There was the heart of the problem; nobody ever had the courage to shatter someone’s happiness, illusion or not. Leo was for once glad that the wind was whipping his hair into his eyes. It gave his hands something to do, something else to focus on. “Would it- Would it have made any difference if they did tell you?”

In Leo’s experience, it never did. No matter how many times he’d heard that he was rushing into a relationship he had never listened. Now he’d take baby steps before coming to close to anyone. Han included. There was no in between. He said as much to Han, “It could have been better to let yourself get burnt.” 

Unless... unless it was the staying still that Han had done, rather than the rushing away. At this realisation, Leo’s eyes widened. “I didn’t mean- I-I would have told you. If I had been there.” Which he hadn’t. His hands curled.

[eterneli]

「 † 」 —  @lighthousehan has lost its sanity in the hands of God.

Slithering through darkness was the shape of a creature erupted from the confinements of hell, brought to the face of the Earth by an unknown source and built to rip through the fragile flesh of a human, shatter the weaker to the core and feed on the oozing strings of velvet expelled by such frail creatures -- or so he was told. Little did it matter the temptation of pulsing veins drummering at his skull and begging the sharp of a fang to draw its essence, no, Byun Baekhyun was but a pillar of destruction raised to burn down every beast of his own species, or least those daring enough to falter from a straight line of tracks, to break from discipline.

It was no different on the set day as moonlight crept through the very few few fissures existent along the undying district of Seoul, guiding the shadow of a hunter to track down its pray with little to no effort -- after all, he was the best tracker within the association. A job, its perfect finalization and the clean set of weapons wiped by a squared handkerchief. By now it has become child’s play to obtain a target and shoot a bullet through its skull, drop a corpse to the ground and build up the miniature of a mountain of deceased vampires victim of a hand forged knife of bullets brought together by the very pads holdings the trigger.

The aggravating part? Witnesses -- just as the one standing by the edge of the alley with an incoherent and uneven breath, loud enough to be trapped into acute senses heightened by the scent of sheer blood creeping through the delicate shapes of his nostrils. “Kindly ignore the corpses, if you will. There is nothing more to see here than a vampire killing other vampires, am I correct?” Derangement could be the exact word coating the dry and yet amused intonation rolling off a pink muscle into the dark, feathery steps guiding the young male towards its source of nuisance as underneath the moonlight is reflected the remnants of blood across pale features.

Long has gone and Baekhyun is no longer afraid to showcase the beast clawing at delicate ribcages, no, because no one would believe a single soul screaming on the streets of a vampire, a mythological creature as they labeled his race. How entertaining. “You could ignore what you have seen, unless you plan on joining the pile yourself.”

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                                    ・º ⎡  Poor Unfortunate Soul ⎤º・

❦—-   @lighthousehan​

            ✦ —- Lost in a world she did not belong, away from everything she ended up in the one place where all strange creatures tend to end up, the carnival. Her own little carriage, which mirrors covering all the walls that is where she now lived. Travelling around trying to find her way home while she gave fortune to young man and desperate girls. Those who asked about their love lives, if they would get a fortune. Bath in love and riches that is what they all wanted. If she told them the truth she would not get paid, if only they knew the truth. What the future would really hold.              It was one of those days, she was bored out of her mind. Her iron nails tapping her cheek while leaning on the table staring at the many mirrors covering every corner and wall of her small carriage. They reminded her of the witch mirrors back home. Everything reminded her off home. 

           “Welcome...” She answered as she sensed the person waiting for her outside. As usual afraid to come inside, afraid of the fortune telling witch. Was it fear she smelled or was it someting else. “Why don’t you come in... let me see where the future will bring you..” Pulling the red cloak to cover her face as she waited seated at her little table with  cards and a glass globe.             

[zvyr]

“If I die, you get my cat. So make sure I live through this.” (( Welcome to Minimalist, buddy! ))

Eyebrows quirked in interest in a playful manner, "Oh?" He playfully leant back some in his spot, the curve of his fingers now cupping his chin in a curious and thoughtful manner. "I always wanted a cat, though, What type of cat do you have again?" he continued to tease,  his lips curling into ever the silliest of grins, Although he did actually want a cat, it was all in fun and lighthearted jokes that he’d went there.

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“YOU ARE A DICK. Also I’m at your door, let me in.” (( Welcome to Minimalist, friend!! ))

“Tell me something I don’t know.” He rolled his eyes as he spoke over the phone to the other, raising his brows after he had said he was at his door. He quickly got up off his couch and sighed softly. “Why did you come over unannounced. I’m still in my pj’s.” He grumbled before unlocking and pulling his door open to see the other there, he took no time to hang up his phone. Daniel stared at him with an annoyed look on his face, grumbling softly under his breath. “What do you want, why are you here?” He ran his fingers through his messy silver hair and walked back over to his couch, sitting down like he was before, no care in the world that the other was here and in his apartment. 

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Not-so-great Muse Traits

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tagging @dxsiderivm, @secretstoriesx, @lighthousehan, @kkihyunss, @xchoixminho, @seyoou, @hyejvng, @giraseoul, @minniexmousey

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[[ Okay - so I’ve got 5 drafts.  @snoopykbye @onceuponacrow @lighthousehan & @scarletxaya (x2) - I am going to go through my threads this weekend and maybe drop a few because really, all I ask for is communication.  If you can’t let me know you hate it or want to discuss it or are busy, why should I sit around and wait for you?  Do unto others as you would have them do unto you.  Would you wanna sit around and wait for me?  Probably not. 

                                   IF YOU AND I HAVE A THREAD,                             PLEASE CLICK HERE AND SEE IF YOU                           OWE ME BECAUSE I HAVE 36 THREADS                             AND I ONLY OWE 4 FRIKKIN REPLIES.

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Avec Moi Character Meme - Accepting

🎢 - Name your muse’s number one kink.

Humiliation, whether giving or receiving.  Junseo loves watching people squirm and turn red, the way they’re ashamed but it’s easy to see how bad they want it.  And he doesn’t mind being made to squirm either some days.  Verbal humiliation is his main sweet spot within that umbrella of various things, and he likes to get others involved in watching the humiliation, too.  Anything shameful or embarrassing sends a thrill up his spine.

🔪- Name your muse’s number one squick.

Cock and ball torture (CBT).  The idea alone freaks him out a little.  Junseo tried to watch some of this stuff in porn and he just can’t do it.  It makes everything in his body clench, actually, heh.  Junseo isn’t all that squeamish and it takes quite a bit to squick him, but the idea of intentionally causing pain to or mishandling people’s genitalia, or having it done to him, of the risk of accidentally damaging those things…he just can’t, it gives him goosebumps and makes him shudder in the bad way.

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from here // status: always accepting !!

@lighthousehan​

My muse(s): terrence yoon

Do I know your muse(s): yes | no | a little | tell me about your muse

Setting: our verse | my verse | your verse | modern | alternate universe | other(note: so basically every single verse existing or otherwise)

Pre-established relationships? yes | no | depends on the relationship

Possible relationships: friends | classmate | co-worker | roommate | family, real or adopted | dating or blind date | married | friends with benefits | unrequited love | lending a hand | teacher - student | rivals | allies | partner-in-crime | enemies | protector - guarded | business partners | spy - infiltrated | manipulator - manipulated | star-crossed | first meeting | other

I’m in the mood for: fluff | angst | horror | romance | humor | crime | hurt / comfort | action | supernatural | slice of life | crack | dark threads | light threads | any genre | multi-para |shorter para | one-line | any length | plotted threads | unplotted threads | other(note: all genres if possible tbh)

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