#mlleavenir

[jkbaws]

start of the line, @baskuiat.

in time, she’ll be glad for this professor disappearing. for giving her a hard time out of all the students who seem to take the class as a joke. physical education really isn’t one to prioritize, mirae would argue and it was unjust that he should act as if it should be. but this wasn’t the day that she leaps for joy to see someone else in their office. it was like an episode from a series. an unknown, suspicious character, most likely masked, taking the place of another. she watches too much fantasy to actually believe this could be a harmful encounter.

for a precaution, the stapler atop the desk finds its way in her grip, both hands at that as she slowly approaches the unfamiliar figure whose back was turned on her. “w-who are you? what did you do to the professor?!” she feigns courage but it couldn’t cover for her wavering tone.

[jkbaws]

major arcana.

take this test for your muse and post the results.

this quiz shall reveal the major arcana hidden within your personality. based from the famous playstation portable game: persona 3 portable a.k.a. p3p, the major arcanas represent a certain stage in the life of a man. this may as well be related unto your own “persona” or how you establish a relationship with other people.

jennie - the fortune

"the arcana is the means by which all is revealed. alongside time exists fate, the bearer of cruelty."

the fortune arcana symbolizes fate and varying luck, fortunes and opportunities. what goes up will go down, what goes down will go up.

you are aware of your fate, and attempt to seize your own destiny in spite of your seemingly-locked fate. thus, you are typically involved with making important choices and decisions.

top 2-5: the magician, the emperor, the justice, the empress

mirae - the hermit

"the arcana is the means by which all is revealed. it requires great courage to look at oneself honestly, and forge one's own path..."

the hermit is associated with wisdom, introspection, solitude, retreat and philosophical searches.

you place yourself in situations that hide you from the public eye. hermit individuals hide away from others or act in more supportive roles rather than putting themselves in the spotlight.

top 2-5: the hanged man, the priestess, the lovers, the moon

tagged by: @seulpeun @baskuiat @cespires (thank u babus) tagging: @jaeneral @ohmyahrins @consilian @geeuns @jxniel @jaahndoe @thesambam and idk who to really tag anymore it seems most people has done this

[jkbaws]

five fundamental clusters 

of personality traits in contemporary psychology.

JENNIE:

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

★★★★★★★☆☆☆: likes new things ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: likes novel settings ★★★★★★★★★☆: intellectual/ideas/imaginative ★★★★★★★★★★: enjoys art/culture/adventure

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

★★★★★★★★☆☆: self-disciplined   ★★★★★★★★★★: hard-working   ★★★★★★★★☆☆: prepared/dutiful   ★★★★★★★★★★: aims to over-achieve  

EXTRAVERSION

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆: outgoing   ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: risk-taking   ★★★★★★★☆☆☆: excitement-seeking ★★★★★★★★☆☆: physically adventurous  

AGREEABLENESS

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: compassionate ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: empathetic ★★★★★★★☆☆☆: enjoys company            

NEUROTICISM

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: angry ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆: depressed ★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: anxiety ★★★★★★★★☆☆: emotionally stable

MIRAE:

OPENNESS TO EXPERIENCE

★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆: likes new things ★★★★★★★★★☆: likes novel settings ★★★★★★★★★★: intellectual/ideas/imaginative ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: enjoys art/culture/adventure

CONSCIENTIOUSNESS

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: self-disciplined   ★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: hard-working   ★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: prepared/dutiful   ☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: aims to over-achieve  

EXTRAVERSION

★★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆: outgoing   ★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: risk-taking   ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: excitement-seeking ★★★★★☆☆☆☆☆: physically adventurous  

AGREEABLENESS

★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: trusting ★★★★★★★★☆☆: compassionate ★★★★★★★★★☆: empathetic ★★★★★★★☆☆☆: enjoys company            

NEUROTICISM

★★★★★★☆☆☆☆: angry ★★★★★★★★☆☆: depressed ★★★★★★★☆☆☆: anxiety ★★★☆☆☆☆☆☆☆: emotionally stable

tagged by: @jaeneral​ @baskuiat​ (wow am i not an idiot i didn’t realize you tagged me in one i even liked it) tagging: @jaahndoe @hyaudace @audabellas @vonliber @pullstrings1​ @artiseum​ @ohmyahrins​ @parcsite​ @baudellare​

[jkbaws]

it was right out of the same old playbook; dehumanize, destabilize, antagonize, offer an easy solution: always war. that was how the psychopaths ruled and even knowing their strategies never helped. it is human nature to think ourselves smarter, or that a situation is different than another. even the children of the enemy were characterized as future criminals of the worst kind. is there anything worse than reducing the humanity of a child? the battle was always promised to be short. and then those who were schooled on the horrors of the current war began the next.

under the chill of the mist that spread over the village, young mirae fumbled her footing and the hold of her sharp-edged blood. one look at her parents who had fallen and she does the unthinkable. one strike, a violent noise cracked into the startled air, and she did not need to look around to know that she had been surrounded; her kin turning against her and her turning into a beast small in size but lethal to whoever came near, nothing more than a vessel filled with murderous intent.

for the while that she had been taught to fight, of which was her entire childhood, she only ever did so in the honor of her family who she would come to know isn't hers at the end of it all. she had grown to love it, no matter how much her morals deny. the glory of knowing she was a savior and she could be a better one in the years to come. it reaches its finale in a single night. since then, her comfort in the deed and the duty was defined by the state of being in the moments when she isn't being emotionally ripped apart.

he never really asked her to state what it was, did he? "yes, there is. there is something that i stopped doing, even though i loved it." once.

[jkbaws]

WHAT IS YOUR ANGER TYPE ?

JENNIE:

consuming.

you have the right morals. you don’t want to lose your temper but it is your greatest flaw. its claws grip you and choke you out until it has its way with you. if you can remove yourself from the situation before that happens you will find sanctuary. if not, the devastation you can cause is unrivaled. you will not explode on everything around you; rather, all of your anger that has been bottled up will explode on the one person who happened to trigger it. they will not stand a chance against your temper.

you have the devil in you. you cannot tame it but you can walk away before it shows its face.

MIRAE:

despair.

situations that would usually arouse anger, instead bring about sadness and depressive feelings. you are the sensitive type. you feel pain more than others and will allow thoughts and encounters to fester and eat away at your sanity. your gentle soul require careful handling.

tagged by: @ksung @vonliber thank u babus tagging: @dalchu @kinqisms @jaeneral @hyeshire @aduros @jaahndoe @hyaudace @seurenji @bangchrome @nematai

[jkbaws]

start of the line, @jaeneral.

with the nail of her thumb in her mouth she scanned the square, biting down harder than she had intended and swallowing the fragment. a pigeon was coming closer, rotating between pecking at the ground and observing her with its head cocked. she let out a laugh, releasing some of the tension. she sighs, realizing the person she had been waiting for just won’t show up anymore. the pigeon flies away just as she stands, ready to leave. her eyes fixate on its flight, following its trail with her gaze as she starts to walk on. but all that’s interrupted with an impact that throws off her petite frame. arms instinctively reach out front, grabbing onto whatever she can to keep her balance, and it fortunately somehow works.

mirae looks up cautiously, nervously inspecting who it was while her nails dig into the stranger’s skin. “so- sorry. i wasn’t w-watching my step.”

[jkbaws]

@artiseum:

despite the fact that summer break had begun, jaehyun was focused on projects that the upcoming semester would entail and researching a variety of different companies that he may possibly carry out the first steps of his career with. aside from school and career related affairs, his (debatable) independence from his family also meant he had to prove he was making a living for himself somehow. though, in that sense, he was fortunate enough to have a friend willing to hire him without much question.

thus, with his increasingly hectic schedule, leaving people “on read” had become the norm, while quick responses were uncommon. whenever he had spare time, he was much too exhausted to socialize and in fact, preferred exercising or delving into films and documentaries that he couldn’t watch while working. rarely did he ever feel guilty for this habit of his, as he felt that people can easily find better things to do if he did not reply. he would feel more guilty about unmatched enthusiasm towards the conversation, so this was better for both parties, he’d argue.

however, this mindset did not seem to apply all that well when it came to a particular peanut he had befriended. jaehyun noticed himself checking his phone ー their message window, to be exact ー more often than he did with any other person, and wanting to reply as quickly as possible. when he could not do so, guilt would follow. he had no idea why such was the case with her. it was peculiar.. or as she would put it, “unpleasant.” even now, on his morning run (which he swears he prefers over socialization), the fact that she was probably left without a response from him was bothersome.

the course he decided to take that day eventually led to a path filled with street vendors and small shops. had it been any other day, a terse greeting to those who were working would have been given before he quickly paced away. but today, he stops. he’s reminded of her. 

“hello, sajangnim.” a bow proceeds the greeting and his eyes briefly scan the display.

“getting something for your girlfriend?” the vendor asks, grinning from ear to ear.

“pardon? no… no. no, i don’t have a girlfriend. just a friend. girls like these things?”

“they do. these are the most popular. they like to decorate their bags with it. and room décor, too.”  

“ah.. i see. but she wouldn’t like that design..” the last part is mumbled to himself.

after a while of picking up one thing and looking at another, he purchases a few that catch his eye, alongside a box to place them all into. jaehyun doesn’t care too much about the glances he’s been receiving for the past 30 minutes or so, but it probably was quite a sight. a grown man, buff and almost monstrous in comparison to the stature of the vendor, leaning down to look at tiny accessories on the baby pink display. but it was all (hopefully) worth it.

for a split second her joy was suspended, the surprise protecting her until it bursted into giddiness. the overwhelming kind that thaws down her utility to assess. mirae could have sworn the box by the door was for soeul, from one of her many admirers probably. because who wouldn't want such a fine specimen. she knew it well since even her own friend had come to be one despite the lack of familiarity.

everything surprises mirae. that is the bonus of having low expectations, or in her case, having no expectations at all. people will surpass it with ease. she believed high expectations are just a one way ticket to resentment and she couldn't live that way. in her perspective, everyone kinder than the average person who does things out of courtesy is an angel in disguise. however easily won over she may be, the thoughtfulness in the presents she had carefully yet, at the same time, excitedly put out on display opened up a lot of confusion.

first was, for what reason? mirae is naive, but inquisitive at the same time. she doesn't rest until she finds out a concrete answer or figures out a solution to a problem. it couldn't have been for simply being reminded of her. otherwise, she needed no bribe to consider someone her favorite company. why was he thinking of her in the first place?

and yet, the suggestion of romantic thoughts were the farthest things on the list she had fancied in her head. as much as anyone would wish from someone they admired, this was as a result to her lack of self-esteem. however so shall it stay put, a smile eternally stained upon her lips owing to the first set of gifts she had received in quite a while. a few years to count. the warmth of such harmonies, the swelling symphony that can mend any broken heart. all of which reaches the ears of anyone within close earshot, namely her dog and a couple of neighbors who had stayed within the quarters for the summer, just like her despite not being enrolled for the current term.

she closes her eyes and savors the moment, but never releasing her grip on the seemingly of moment treasures very specific to her liking. how he knows her passion for plants, her adoration for cats, and her high revere for the preaching of happiness.

happiness is a peanut.

how simple that may be, all of it, actually, she remained blown away.

none of these questions she could really ask him upfront. she was too shy, and too grateful to be prying. nonetheless, she's confounded and at a loss of how to truly, properly express her feelings to him. plopped down on the bed, legs folded, weight to her knees, and her thumb a victim to the harsh nibbling of her teeth, she ponders over the items lined up in front of her. maybe making a short poem could do...

scratch that.

it'd be awful. she was no good in it. neither was she confident enough to let a terrible one see the light of day. she'd better join the literary club quick and learn. the next thing she does was respond to soeul, sharing the details, then asking for any kind of advice. the friend does deliver, though no matter how efficient they all seemed to sound, she refuses to follow. a message it is. and perhaps... an invitation. hopefully despite his busy schedule, he agrees.

[jkbaws]

discords of color still ran through like lightning flashing into existence: a coiled snake. like pasta past al dente.

there's nothing everyone loves quite as much as him, who is very much like the comforting, perfect canvas for creativity.

buttons, pressed buttons. he wakes up and does that. half of the people who hears of it earns their respective, mini heart attacks.

they yell their cheers in their uncool lunch tables, drinking their marble sodas and eating their burnt rice.

the rice is still burnt. then he's in an elevator by himself, thinking wasabi could get him up in the skies and it's pasta that has to bring him back.

she’ll join him with no worry. she’ll frankenstein him an upgrade.

@kiddaeng

[jkbaws]

happiness is a peanut.

it can crack, or the shell can get soggy. but no one wants a soggy shell.

hers has been both. cracked and squashed. yet it remains intact.

the real question is: when will she ever break?

anxiety can cripple, sadness can overwhelm. happiness is overlooked unless it is the kind of giddy fun that bonds you to your friends.

for most, with age comes mellowing. the feelings are all there but the dial gets turned down, and so the gentle sort of happiness that was disregarded in youth comes to the fore. the small pleasures of life take a more prominent role.

for someone who's lost so much, it doesn't take a decade. it doesn't take even more years.

happiness is a peanut. as simple as that.

@artiseum

[jkbaws]

a tragedy is a tragedy. there is no way to truly justify it. and yet, she does. it doesn't just mean cuts and scrapes or a broken arm. people she shared blood with were put to their graves and she hasn't been the same person again. more a machine than a human. not that she ever truly was human first of all. a few years into her life and she was ordained to a life filled with war. one could say she never really had a childhood, save for the fleeting moments that their family functioned as it’s called. 

‘it was an accident.’

‘i was instructed to do it.’

‘i had to do it.’

‘i did it to save our kind.’

‘i’m not a monster.’

such were just a few of the things that were meant to answer the question ‘what lies do you most often tell yourself?’ she’s kept many secrets, said many lies, and took many lives. there was no one person she could ever confide in. no one person. so it remains bottled up, eating her away from the inside.