#maginoire

[redemptioninterlude]

Whistling a tune, she waits by the corner - a girl left lonely on her own, eyes hidden behind the flash of coloured lenses as she waits, glancing upwards only in the briefest of moments. It’s not that she’s in any kind of hurry or rush, her blonde hair pulled back by cheap hair clips and exposing darker roots beneath, free from their PEROXIDE prison. It’s as if nothing jars her, not the traffic at the roadside, not the chorus of people as they pass, all murmurs to her, a quiet, dulled buzz that means nothing. Kicking her worn out sneakers against the cement, long legs left exposed, wearing the pseudo-uniform of any college student around here; oversized hoodie, teeny tiny shorts.

Hands drowning within the pockets as she waits for Woo. He promised, promised he’d come by today, new drop, something EXTRA SPECIAL. It just means that she’ll have more cash to handle, more stuff to juggle while waiting for him to come and go, cash in envelopes slipped into his backpack while they hugged out their reunions, more drugs pushed into her own. Rinse, repeat. Its survival of the fittest, isn’t it? And Alice won’t let Woo go down alone, not when she’s as closely twinned in desperation, not when her cut’s just enough to keep her from being miserable, just too much, to allow her to be happy.

It’s easy to spot him, that lilt of a grin already tugging at her lips. They always make this part quick - because her buyers are already on the way. He’ll play lookout, she’ll play dumb - and together, they’ll scam their way through just enough to make another day pass, before the next swings on in, and they’re left with pitiful amounts. What change they’re getting tonight will get spent, on DINNER, maybe a visit to the arcade... a distraction that they’ll sink down into. But it all starts first with a hug, arms wrapping around him tight, the envelope pushed from within her voluminous sleeves, into the opening she makes in his backpack. “Missed you~” 

a starter for @maginoire // woo

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    ⌜♡♡   closed starter ♡♡ ⌟ ( ♡ ) — —  @maginoire​​ !

                                   「 ♡♡♡ 」— — her gaze was fixed upon the sky, picture perfect and painted in the most vibrant shade of blue. days like these were supposed to be spend outside: , —   at the ocean were she could listen to the soft waves melting into the sand, savoring the warmth of sunlight caressing her body. but instead lira, was hiding under her blanket, her body curled up into the ball and shuddering as if on a cold winter day. with every passing second that suffocating feeling sitting in her stomach was growing and she knew that it’d be only a matter of minutes and that perfect picture would be coloured in monochromes, thick and grey clouds splattering on it until thunder would disrupt the peace. — she’d wished that she wasn’t right, but her abilities never betrayed her — and then raindrops already hit the earth, the rumble of distant thunder nearing, putting her body into a state of utter fear, so heavy that she couldn’t move her limps . 

her eyes were squeezed shut, whispered numbers leaving her lips as she was waiting for the deafening crash of thunder followed by the illumination that’d light up her apartment for a split second and then leave her in the dark again. lira thought she could soothe her fear by preparing for it;  but as the thunder interrupted her counting, she jumped up like a deer and sprinted outside ( with the blanket still wrapped around her body ), running as if her life depended on it. the anxiety flooding her veins clouded her capability of a clear mind and lira was frantically knocking at her neighbor’s door, begging them to open it. “ can i please come in ?” she breathed when the door opened, her legs shaking as if they couldn’t carry the weight of the panic in her body. “ please --  i’ll only stay for few minutes  — ” 

[obciidian-archived]

      and  to  think  that  the  family  banquet  days  were  over...  to  avow  that  kiha  is  rather  disappointed  would  be  the  absolute  truth  --  he  is  definitely  filled  with  disgruntlement  and  vexation  having  to  walk  past  various  guests  (  those  of  which  status  and  lavishness  means  most  --  even  before  their  humaneness  or  remorse  )  and  greet  them  with  feigned  benevolence.  it  isn’t  for  he  cannot  be  fair  and  gracious  it  is  simply  for  he  chooses  not  to  when  it  isn’t  requisite  ;  majority  of  them  are  people  of  power,  those  who  will  trample  upon  the  weak  for  their  own  benefit  (  revolting  and  appalling  at  the  very  least  --  the  mere  notion  leaves  a  bitter  flavor  atop  his  tongue,  one  which  numerous  fine  sumptuous  spirit  offered  in  the  gathering  cannot  subue  let  alone  erase  ).  and  thence,  with  the  acrimony  accumulated  within  his  robust  frame  his  salvation  arrives  ;  a  girl  exquisite  and  splendid  ,  with  fingers  of  gold  and  an  ingenuous  heart  that  mollifies  his  own.      ❛    youra-ssi  ?  hey,  didn’t  know  you’d  come  here  tonight--    ❜

      kiha  would  like  to  sanction  that  the  mere  rumination  upon  youra  entertains  him  --  she  is  quite  hard  working,  pertinacious,  yet  so  refined  and  mannerly  that  he’s  certain  there  are  things  which  the  eye  cannot  attest  to,  cannot  discern…  there  are  things  hinted  underneath  the  surface  awaiting  to  burst  --  alike  bubbling  lava  from  a  slumbering  volcano…  there’s  a  glistening  of  her  aura  that  intrigues  him  and  for  once,  he  confides  it  not  being  the  repercussion  of  the  alcohol  he’s  consumed.  a  little  bit  of  rum  and  liquor  cannot  alter  his  consciousness  to  that  extent,  no.  he  watches  over  her  petite  form  and  the  solicitous  arises  within  him  --  perhaps  it  is  the  undiscovered  yearning  for  a  younger  sibling  to  protect  and  dote,  excluding  of  his  own  twin  brother,  which  is  the  cause  to  all  of  these  compelling  sensations  within  him  whenever  she’s  around  and  perhaps  it  is  merely  for  the  evident  exhilaration  that  subjugates  her  whole  into  a  lovely  disarray  of  joyous  tumults  that  causes  his  heart  to  agitate  with  bliss.      ❛    i  missed  hearing  you  play…  that’s  the  only  good  part  of  these  gatherings  anyway,  to  be  honest.  better  than  mr.  jeon’s  lame  attempts  of  jokes,  am  i  right  ?    ❜

      there  is  a  simper  in  the  tone  of  his  voice  --  one  which  is  kind  and  loving,  covet  can  be  discerned,  benign  can  be  picked  in  the  undertones  of  his  voice  along  with  slight  impishness,  jest…  he  smiles  widely  as  ever,  seated  by  the  girl,  subtle  ebullience  can  be  evinces  in  the  inquisitiveness  of  his  body  --  where  his  leg  is  bouncing  and  his  eyes  wander  around  as  if  keen  to  acquisite  anything  to  be  occupied  with,  anything  more  enthralling  than  the  counterfeit  greetings  and  banters  of  this  banquet.        ❛    did  your  parents  drag  you  here  again  ?  i  bet  you’d  wanna  hang  with  friends  instead,  huh.      ❜      ╱      @maginoire  

[eterneli]

@maginoire

Torment is an art cautiously carved out at the scums of Abaddon and brought into the upper realm in a distinctive and intangible shape, one that Byun Baekhyun meddles with more often than he would care to admit. Today, however, he is more than aware of the fact that it curses through his veins like ichor and consumes the vines intertwined with sharp ribs like parasites.

The reason is none other than Han Soomin, criminal lawyer, a peculiar being whom he has been tailing for a while, a creature of interest which shall end up scribbled along his journals; but also who just so happens to be in court today. It may or may not be the very same court in which the pianist has managed to walk into and to take a seat close enough to the front. It also may or may not be another way of pushing the latter to extremes...that and well, irritating her appears to have become a habit of his.

A fine black suit hugging his form would’ve been enough to allow him to blend in, was it not for the pastel pink locks that most definitely stand out amidst the sea of brunettes and dark locks. It is the purpose after all, to make his presence known -- which doesn’t exactly take long when a pair of piercing irises drill holes through his skull. (Perfect.) In returns he offers a nefarious simper.

The entirety of the process is rather slow, a back and forth between the opposite lawyer, the accused and occasionally the judge. It is boring and uninteresting enough that the vampire drags time through lithe fingers tapping against his phone’s screen. That is, up until Soomin is standing up and stepping forward, and up until her voice begins resonating within the echoey enclosure.

A minute. A minute is all he gives for an uninterrupted speech before a delicate palm rests over his mouth and a cough (not loud enough to disturb the entire room but certainly loud enough to disturb the one who speaks) escapes crimson lips. Ill intentions come squiggled between the lines when the action repeats itself, often timed so it may appear natural.

Each time there are hazel hues resting upon her semblance, and each time he allows just enough space between slender fingers that come to muffle the sound to display an ambiguous smile.

[busanbunnie]

@maginoire L I K E D for a birthday starter 🎉

Throwing all the sprinkles into the air, she grinned in pure happiness that her friend was here to celebrate with her but the realisation that she would have to pick all of the mess up quickly dawned on her and she pouted. That’s what brothers were for, right? The excitement soon came back to her as she looked at the female. “JenJen, we gotta go and party!” 

[gcmerbrc]

@maginoire

”Now, I don’t mean to alarm you but there is an all you can eat buffet at a Chinese restaurant down the road and if you don’t hurry up and get your shoes on, I’m eating all yours as well!” Don’t mess with Minhwan when it came to his food. There was the smile on his face but his stomach was grumbling and he was dying to get eating. “I’m starved! I haven’t eaten all day since my meeting this morning.” 

[phnctsa]

shotputs my url at anyone who reblogs this

send a url and i will answer 𝓉𝒽𝑒 𝒻𝑜𝓁𝓁𝑜𝓌𝒾𝓃𝑔;

Do I Follow Them?: yesh!

Why Did I Follow Them?: because they seemed dope and i kinda have been looking for more people i can interact with. please don’t ask me when because i cannot remember!

Do We Role Play?: sadly we don’t.

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: of course! 

An AU Idea For Our Muses: Soomin & Jaeyoung working together on a case. (i’m sorry for being so uncreative!)

A Song For Our Muses: /

Do I Ship Our Muses?: /

What I Think About The Mun: they seem pretty amazing. been amazed by their unpopular opinions which i could relate to by a lot? think it’s cool that they got a different approach to rping than most of the people here (not that any of this is bad i just find it fascinating)

Overall Opinion: they’re cool and i’m admiring them

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[timetbl]

shoots my url in your direction EVEN THO WE BARELY INTERACT SHH I KNOW

* send an url and i’ll respond some nifty questions ! : accepting

ft. @maginoire

Do I Follow Them?:  i do !

Why Did I Follow Them?:  we used to rp already back when this blog of mine was a singlemuse blog for my dave strider ( the best boi ) and they had a singlemuse blog as well, but then things changed, got moved and here we are again

Do We Role Play?:  i believe we currently have no interactions going !

Do I Want To Role Play With Them: of course !

An AU Idea For Our Muses: i think an au revolving prophecies / clairvoyance would be an interesting au that would fit both our writing styles and the muses we have.

A Song For Our Muses:

Do I Ship Our Muses?: no, i don’t, as i respect the fact that they are singleship while i am not, and i know it can make things uncomfortable.

What I Think About The Mun: even if i don’t agree with some of the things they’ve stated, i respect them and consider them a person with a lot of talent and creativity, as well as having a nice heart ♥

Overall Opinion: they’re a blog worth following for sure for the muses and the love they put into writing, there’s surely some diverging opinions here and there but hey, we’re humans and we’re all different, we’re all going to enjoy this hobby in different ways that yes, might clash. i hope we can get to rp again soon.

Blog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

[maginpanic-blog]

Okay! next step is leafs! Cant wait to show you more! :) 

Follow me on  🢧  Instagram  🢦 Haven’t tried ToonBoom yet? Well, Today is a great day to do that!

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@maginoire

Jae-sang knew that word on the street travelled like wildfire. So when the man approached him in his office, he immediately assumed he was an intern in the industry. However, nothing about how he looked seemed to add up. Dark eyes scanned the shorter male, resting his elbows on his desk. He had a short period of time to spare before his next meeting so he gestured to the chair across from his desk, while simultaneously moving his finger in a subtle manner to allow his door to close. “Now, depends.”

He couldn’t be sure that the boy had come to him after hearing about what he’s done for others. He could just as easily be talking about something Jae-sang was unaware of, so he played dumb as he leaned back in the leather office chair. “Explain, and I’ll see if I can help you.”

Kyungsoo must look out of place in the uniform issued by his high school-- maybe he should’ve changed into casual clothes before coming here. It is odd to him that he’s coming to such a professional place in search of a psychic.. Warlock... Witch? There’s a little voice in the back of his head that’s telling him to turn around and leave, because this can’t be correct. This man is going to look at you like you’re crazy, laugh at you, get security to escort you out. He swallows the lump in his throat and lets his book bag fall to the floor beside the chair, and then he’s sinking down into the upholstered seat, hands tucking under his thighs as he presses his lips into a thin line. How can he express himself properly?

“There’s a woman in my room.” His voice is hesitant, and doe eyes are flickering up to land nervously on the man’s face before drifting away again. It seems harder to talk when Kyungsoo is looking right at him. “At first, she wasn’t there all the time. I’d see her once or twice a month, maybe, and I’d always be certain it was a dream, but--” He pauses, the young artist taking in a deep breath. Her face is flickering in his mind now. Tattered, gaunt, falling apart. The emptiest eyes he’s ever seen. “Now she’s there every night. I wake up at the same time and she’s just.. There. I tried sage, but.. I think I did it wrong, because for the last week straight, she’s still there, but she’s getting closer to my bed, and my dad doesn’t believe me-- he thinks I’m doing drugs or some bullshit, but I’m not! I need her gone-- I just-- I wanna sleep.”

[illusionariesarchive-blog]

❛ I hope for God’s sake you know what you’re doing. ❜ for ayano!

MEME: the secret history sentence meme!STATUS: accepting!

the truthful answer to that question is no, ayano does not. the answer she elects to give is also a cheerful, “nope!” ayano’s aware that this would be the perfect occasion to lie, if only to inspire confidence in her customer, but she also believes in trying to deal with people fairly and honestly (and she’s awful at coming up with excuses on the fly), so the truth it is. she can only hope it doesn’t blow up in her face. maybe literally, since she isn’t confident in this batch of medicine. there might be a slight chance she added the wrong ingredients here.

oh well. “don’t worry too much. i’m almost sure this isn’t poisonous.” ayano’s trying to convince herself of that too. she bottles the rest of the medicine and rummages through her aunt’s drawer for a label to slap on the side. she finds none, but does pocket a couple of stray bills she finds wrapped around a packet of powder. “and if it is, our refund policy is decent.” she slides the capped bottle over the counter with her best customer service smile. “we offer store credit!” they don’t, but the customer doesn’t need to know that yet. that’s a problem for her aunt.

“enjoy. i hope this takes care of your… personal problem?” she’s still not clear on the details, but it would probably be impolite to ask. maybe ayano can pull the foreigner card and ask anyway. “whatever it is! you don’t have to tell me, but people say i’m a good listener.” the offer’s on the table, anyway. 

[redemptioninterlude]

♫ for woo and alice !

playlists for me and you + @maginoire​ // woo

1. bonnie & clyde - deantill we die, till we die (oh) even if this is our last day together

2. we fight ourselves - epik high ft younai protect my lonely innocence with more of my sinsi do it more when you tell me not to

3. tequila - g souljust keep me company sometimei know you don’t want things to be complicated

4. black panda - zico ft hyorin, paloaltoi don’t like bright lights because it shows me the reality so clearly

5. missed call - jiselle ft chancellordon’t take it, you know me well, i ain’t at this timemaybe i’ll shake you again, don’t take it, you already know

6. velvet - lei already turned off the lights so we won’t know when night becomes day

7. keyboard - giriboyin a few days, you’ll fade away, when i open my eyes you disappearin which format have you entered me? i’m curious

8. dispatch - heize ft simon dominicanyways, nobody knew about us, about our love

[frostbvte-blog]

@maginoire cont’d

⸻ JAEHEE’S MUSCLES TENSED MAKING ONE OF HIS EYEBROW JOLT UPWARDS AS HE WATCHED THE WOMAN IN FRONT. There was something in the way she froze before replying, seemingly naturally that made him wonder. Somehow it seemed like she jumped on his question as if she welcomed his potential explanation for the weird weapon he was playing with. Had she scolded him for being ridiculous and childish (an accusation he was more than used to at that point of his life) he would have probably not taken much more interest in the gun or Ebony. But she took him more or less seriously and that---that was never a good sign.

The more she spoke the more he felt that there was just something off about her story, Ebony did not seem like the type to have friends the time to go to murder parties and definitely would be Jaehee’s first guess at being the murderer so picking her out as one just made no sense. The game would be over in about three minutes which doesn’t really make for an enticing session. Then again, the idea of trying to figure out what it was that the woman was actually up to seemed like a whole lot of fun, so Jaehee just shrugged and got up, leaning by one of the tables and picking up a good handful of napkins.

Slowly, with a pleasant smile, he walked up to the woman and gently motioned for her to stretch her arms out. Please let me clean your hands, I wouldn’t want you to dirty your clothes in any way.” A meek excuse but he hoped she’d like the attention. He didn’t push it, of course, waiting for her to actually accept. “Also, if it’s fake blood then normal napkins won’t be enough, your skin already managed to take in quite a bit of the dye so I suggest soap and uhh...” He let his voice hover for a few moments. “Gloves wouldn’t be a bad idea for today, honestly cause... well, you’re gonna look like you’re having an allergic reaction or skin inflammation sooo... yeah.”

[obciidian-archived]

      familiar facades decant the vision -- they all come once in a while, to indulge on fair expenditures and expeditious locomotions, with naught of the encumbrance / hurdle of indispensable courtesy and temperance one is ought to, in society’s decorum. that is the allure of the fast food industry, he adheres -- that each individual to their own and heeds naught but their own hasty, facile satiation. perhaps he’s overthinking the matter, and there is zilch depth in these rumination. feasibly, he is just weary of.... everything. 

      ❛   noona !   ❜      exhilaration appears on his mien which moments ago was rather crestfallen, due to everything that engenders this turmoil of his life ( not that she can envisage, can she ? ) and on the tone of his voice. seeing a familiar facade which is in fact amiable and neighborly towards him ( not that he can comprehend much -- for he is the epitome of a hellion, ingratitude, and ludicrousness ; how can someone as benign as youra can feasibly tolerate such a vexatious adolescent such as himself ? ) is appeasing to the boy. and so, with a grin ever so vast across his lineaments ---  ❛ super large fries and root beer, right ? ❜  ---  he proceeds to fill in the order which he already recalls by heart.  ❛   hey, i’m on my break soon, wanna sit down together ? ❜       /      @maginoire

[eterneli]

❛ magic is not good or evil. is a knife evil? only if the wielder is. ❜

Various Starters.             no longer accepting. (x)

“Some things do not need a wielder to be wicked. It is their nature above all.”

Slender fingers contain a cold object intertwine in between them, a slender knife resembling a dagger yet not quite that long, and as words slip past his lips Baekhyun maneuvers the light object from one side to another. He ponders the argument while hazel hues follow his every movement, just how much depth does it contain and if a knife could indeed be constructed as an object meant for no evil. And then he looks closer, and there is nothing.

Some things are just made out of evil, for evil, he recalls his mother echoing whenever he would inquiry about a vampire’s nature and their doings. A seed planted at an early age, watered and cultivated with care, a belief ingrained far too deep to be dug out.

Then again, it is not at all too hard to convince the pianist of a heinous essence within the realm of magic. Not when he has witnessed the chaos and ache it may unleash, how death breathes down one’s neck whenever witchery arises. There are flashes, pieces of memoirs scattered to create a hall of horror within his mind, from blood to excruciating pain to echoing demons whispering in his ears – they are all souvenirs, never wanted and yet still there, lingering.

When he halts the motion for a second the knife falls, its very tip digging into the wooden surface of the table and standing independently and effortlessly.

He speaks, and yet this time the intonation is rather silent, a volume lower than before as his gaze remains fixed on the object. (If only he could erase the memories of her, of those godforsaken nights.) “I have seen ‘good’ and black magic. The wielder of it was as pure as one can be, and yet not even she could contain the consequences of what came with it. No one can. Good or evil, there is always a catch, be it blood drawn from the flesh or a tiredness you cannot fight.”

Awakening is the buzzing of his phone in a pocket, dragging the mind out of a trance and pulling him back with a woosh into the unfortunate grounds of reality. There is an audible breath as the vampire averts his gaze for a brief moment, fingers idly threading through golden hazelnut locks before reaching forward. “I am not to say magic is good nor evil but it is certainly something that always comes with a consequence, a price. It leaves scars you cannot get rid of, be it physical or mental.” And just as he halts in a subtle touch the knife falls, an index gliding over one of the sharp edges before he retrieves the weapon by the handle and waves it over at the latter.

Just like that he returns to a so called nature of demeanor, all irony and pretty facade, a brow arching in a silent invitation for a challenge and the weapon’s edge aligned towards the male’s neck at safe distance.

“That is, of course, how I see it. Please, do enlighten me with your logic, warlock.”

[busanbunnie]

@maginoire

( txt: hana 🎮 ) well since i’m replying to this it looks like neither can i! 😭😭 ( txt: hana 🎮 ) i’ve tried tea and milk and both at the same time too. double fisting at it’s finest, but nothing worked ( txt: hana 🎮 ) and now i’m sitting in bed just scrolling through pretty MUA igs and wondering how they got that good. like some of them aren’t even certified, is this the beauty of youtube tutorials???????? ( txt: hana 🎮 ) but anyways …. my suggestion to you is to also double fist milk and tea. 9/10 people say it works, the last 1/10 is me :(

[/ text;; tea has caffeine in, you butt! ]

Three am was usually the middle of the day in her schedule when she was streaming games and staying up to ungodly hours until her brother would literally turn the power off just to get her ass into bed. But now as she lay in bed, she was getting frustrated which is why she had chosen to text her best friend Jennie. Scrunching up her nose at the double fisting turn, she snorted and shook her head.

[/ text;; not the most elegant way of putting it, jenjen. ] [/ text;; how about i just come over to yours and we can have an old fashioned sleepover that just started really late... i got ramen in the cupboard. i’ll just take min’s car. he can walk to work tomorrow, it’s fine! ]