#ptternminds

[stillresolved]

ferre makes aesthetics ( 3 / ??? ): baek eunjae & annie choi

here, eunjae was not death, annie thought. because eunjae was the MOON.

( photos do not belong to me and eunjae belongs to @ptternminds - happy holidays, partner in crime!! <3 )

[crimson-sorrow]

@ptternminds suggested: ∗ 2o﹕ sender  lifts  receiver's  chin ,  invoking  eye  contact . - sorry hua lian @ shi qingxuan again 👀

Shi Qingxuan knelt on the soft grass in the garden of their palace, their fan in their hand as they used it to summon little gusts of wind to play with the flowers surrounding them. The esteemed Wind Master, known for being open-hearted, friendly, always wearing a smile on their face, was heartbroken. Their friend, their beloved Hua Lian, had turned against them. This civil god that had approached them and earned their trust, this civil god that had easily wormed his way into their heart, that had become the main reason for their smile.. none of it had been real. All Shi Qingxuan had been for Hua Lian was a means to an end. To lift his own standing as one of the much frowned upon civil gods, who unfortunately always had to fight much harder to earn an ounce of the respect a martial god could earn with a flick of their wrist. Shi Qingxuan was friendly and well liked, they were the little brother of the second most popular god in the heavenly capital, of course they would make an easy target for someone who knew how to use words to earn someone’s trust. And affection.

The Wind Master felt foolish. They had dragged Hua Lian to all kinds of heavenly banquets, even to those that usually not accepted civil gods into their midst, they had opened their palace to him, their home. And their heart. That was what stung the most. Shi Qingxuan remembered all the different moments when Hua Lian had made them blush or made their heart skip a beat or two. They sighed, feeling miserable and sorry for themself. They missed Hua Lian. Without him their life felt weirdly empty and cold, it was too quiet without Hua Lian’s snarky comments or charming remarks to the Wind Master’s appearance. They missed Hua Lian terribly, and yet, they felt used and abandoned.

It was a good thing their brother was currently away on a mission, Shi Wudu would not appreciate to see his younger brother as miserable as they were right now. When footsteps approached Shi Qingxuan knew immediately who it was. By now they would recognize these footsteps everywhere.

“Go away.”

Their voice was flat and bereft of life, not wanting to give Hua Lian the pleasure of seeing how sad and broken they were without him, but the other’s next move came as a surprise. Shi Qingxuan gasped when Hua Lian reached out to lift their chin, invoking eye contact and for a moment the Wind Master could only stare. At the face that he had grown so fond of, and it only reminded them of how much they missed Hua Lian, but also of the pain this betrayal had brought upon them. Their bright eyes teared up, but for now they did not look away, they had missed the other’s presence too much, but still, seeing Hua Lian hurt and they only repeated weakly:

“Just go away..”

[clemencetaught]

ferre makes aesthetics ( 6/??? ): verse three ( maría castro & patrick myungdae grace )

"take a deep breath with me," he says, voice soft as if it came from a better world. "everything is going to be okay." she knew it wouldn't be, but she wanted to believe him anyways.

( photos & the hunger games lore do not belong to me. credit for mária goes to @ptternminds! happy holidays fellow colleague :3 )

[kamipyre]

@ptternminds sent in: Sarang's hands suit themselves perfectly to the task at hand, even though they're the hands of a killer. It's almost a shame, how easily she forgets they are, when she buzzes around Suki like a butterfly, a dragonfly, as opposed to the wasp she actually is. She's holding up two pairs of earrings. Right hand: silver, long enough to graze the jaw ever so slightly if the head is tilted just right, fine and soft to run through a palm. Left hand: the other, similar, but rather than appearing like a string, small light pink hearts cascade in a shorter length, ending in a larger heart carrying most of the weight between her fingers. Her eyebrows waggle. She lifts the left hand slightly higher. "You gotta pick a pair. It's all about exploring new styles, come on." ((i was writing this and realized in spite of Sarang being a WHOLE LOT ORDER when I think about these two, Suki feels more mature? in how she handles the past, in particular? BUT ANYWAYSD FDKLHGL))

UNSURPRISINGLY, SHE'S ALWAYS HAD A LOVE-HATE RELATIONSHIP WITH FASHION. On one hand, it is a means of expressing herself– if she dressed well enough, smart enough, or maybe even outrageously enough, would they notice that before her face? She's dreamt about it before, always wondering, always milling on the possibilities, but never quite bold enough to take the risk.

( Of the things to be timid around, it just has to be fashion doesn't it? Perhaps this is something she could ask her co-workers for advice once upon a time– man or woman or enby, most are decidedly bold in their fashion choice. From leather jackets to fur linings, to frills lining the edge of magenta overcoats, they are brazen in their choices. Confident and closed to any if not all critiques. )  

Of course Suki barely knows where to even start. It's not like she can ask her co-workers ( or at least the ones she actually still likes ) anyways– it occurs to her that just like with other areas in her life, perhaps getting a mentor is key to learning. It can't be a man though, no matter how well dressed they are and unfortunately, if not all of them happen to be well, men. Again, it occurs to her that having no femme-aligning friends is coming to bite her in the ass.

But even if it was a woman, her mentor would need to carry herself in the same manner as all the others: relentless, patient, and wise. Pro-active too– Suki's learning has always been more hands-on. So it'd have be someone like–

Jing holds up the two earrings, which as far as Suki is aware, are only different by the hearts dangling on the end of the right one. She tilts her head. "What about the rest of the outfit? I thought people are supposed to pick the accessories after they have one." Something she remembers from the one too many dramas she's watched. Would Jing also have seen and learned from them?

( Nowadays, her job is busier than ever, but in a strange contradiction, Jing has been around even more...almost as if she knew most of the people whom Suki used to hang around are gone. )

But of course, Jing, who handles everything with a light touch, insists on making a choice. That, Suki can empathize with. There is only so much time for one to deliberate before the waiting becomes the choice. And Suki?

Doesn't have the luxury of time. Especially not in her job.

She points to the one on the right. "I like the hearts but–" She pouts, exasperated. "I need them to look at me as an equal. I'll look more like a kid if I wear the other one."

[repetiita]

@ptternminds asked : 🎤 Kaede bc you'd think i'd grow less insane about her with time, alas, here we are

We all know that I have 3 smokers, 2 heavy drinkers and 2 drug users in my muse list. Kaede here, has hit 3 for 3, she smokes, she takes to alcohol like a fish in water and as doctor, she uses drugs. In her defense, she does so as a test but the fact still stands, she is a MESS ( My money, my time, my liver, I'll hand them all over ). Mostly created from the circumstances of being unwanted by her birth mother, Kaede Himuro craves LOVE. ( In the end, once you’re drunk, anyone is fine )

Will she find it at the bottom of a bottle? No, but what she will find is an easy way to forget her issues and be wanted for at least a few minutes ( People, in order to kill off their own loneliness -- And to throw up their emptiness, drink ).

I chose this song because it's good for 3 characters but it speaks to how Kaede desires acceptance and fleeting love and pleasure and is willing to lie and throw away her pride in a drunken stupor to get it ( Everyone's a hypocrite, hunting while using kind lies as bait ). And unlike the other two, she's ready to do it every single night after work. She wants what she didn't grow up with, she wants to be chosen ( once you're drunk, anyone is fine ), she wants to settle down and marry ( I won't even be chosen as that "anyone" ). She wants what she doesn't think she'll get despite her 'confidence' ( It's easy to lie about love ).

A mixed drink full of cheap bourbon Is a good fit for a half-wit like you But once we’re drunk, I’m sure It’ll all taste the same People, in order to kill off their own loneliness And to throw up their emptiness, drink  My money, my time, my liver Hey, I’ll hand ‘em all over, so Why don’t we try being together?

In the end, Kaede will drink and use herself as a drug tester until her dying days if she isn't forcibly shown that she doesn't need someone else to give her life meaning. Her dad didn't need it when she was raised by him and neither does she. Also the thing I like the most at the end of EVERY chorus is that it ends three ways. The first is p much how she's living life fast without a care ( Don't stop! Without a single care, one more glass! ), then the second is how she's become dependent without even realising she's just drinking to drink ( Can't stop! Without any meaning, one more glass!) and then the acceptance that she is a dumbass but she still ( Won't stop! Before I die, one more glass! ).

You might not be able to fix her without matching her freak ( Shushing people by pressing a finger to my lips, I'll leave out the usual stuff that happens till 2 A.M. ).

↳ FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE ::

[wellfell]

 akina has been called a spoiled brat , more than twice a day . a girl that's not satisfied with whatever stupid present you bring for her , no matter how hard you've worked to buy her one because she's used to the grandest and most extravagant luxuries — a marble mansion and triplet tigers were the start of her lovely story , these soldiers didn't have any idea what akina has seen and tasted before coming here . and she's expected to be dissatisfied with the current situation , disgusted by the gesture of a maria boy saving her some napkins and a fork .

 her brows raise with an unexpectedly tender expression . it dissolves into playfulness when she lets out an airy giggle and turns back to the plates she's filling with soft potatoes and some greenery she's sure nobody will eat . that's why they prefer eren's cooking , and armin’s cooking , because they don't busy themselves with unnecessary decorations of the plates . the greens she's dipped in oil and softened with heat , it'll help with their stomach problems but it's unlikely anyone will pay attention to her hard work . ��� are you saying that i'm too fancy to be eating with my hands ? ❜  a quite mischievous look flashes her eyes when she passes by him to gather the napkins . ❛ i’ll take the napkins though . ❜  can't have her walking around with a dirty mouth or dirty fingers , yeah ? mikasa enters the kitchen and shuts her up , quickly , effectively , the plates were gently handed to her to be carried to the table inside the room and out of the kitchen . they don't exchange many words , not at all in fact , but akina understands what she's asking for when she stares at the glasses for too long . so , quickly , she puts them on top of the plates too , with a big grin and watches her head out . a few moments pass , before akina jumps to sit on top of the counter with her own plate on her lap . she's grabbed the fork eren saved for her , and she's eating . starting from the greens . ❛ i used to get mad at our maids for putting mashed potatoes with duck meat . i hated it because my mom would always force me to eat it too . ❜  she points at eren with the fork after biting off the potato from it's tip . ❛ i love it now . i think you just make it better than our maids did . ❜

    * - ' cont. @ptternminds

[miidnighters]

@ptternminds | continued from ☾

It's a very good thing that Billie is not the kind of girl to take things literally, simply blowing him a kiss in the face of his faux-affront.

The fast food had been her idea, if only because it was the only thing open at this hour of the night and even without her enhanced hearing, Billie would have been able to hear his stomach growl. Besides, there was something romantic about sitting on the curb under a streetlight, almost shoulder to shoulder to share the food. Even if her long legs are tucked up slightly awkwardly to offer a scrap of modesty in this tiny skirt, and she shudders a little to think about how filthy the pavement is.

Romance. She's been in worse places.

Billie does not expect her own playful gesture to be taken so seriously, though. She blinks a little bit in surprise at his insistence - if only because the food won't actually fill her up.

"I've never been on a diet in my life, baby." She says instead - not intentionally, anyway. And to appease him, she does take a bite of the food - just one, for now - as Billie tries to ignore the sting that comes with being reminded that she still has the body of a man who'd been at war for several months.

"Isn't that a little contradictory, telling me I'm perfect - which I am, you're right - in one breath, and then telling me to gain weight in the next? If I gain weight I won't fit into all my sexy little dresses and then who's going to fund me for a whole new wardrobe?"

[stillresolved]

HAPPY BIRTHDAY LENLEN ( @ptternminds )!! did you know that your muses are very photographable and deserve to be on the cover of a magazine?? and also that your blog deserves fan content?? well now you don't have to imagine anymore!!

again though i hope you have the most wonderful day and i hope this year will be a peaceful and happy one for you 💕💕💕

[crimson-sorrow]

@ptternminds suggested: My muse absentmindedly plays with your muse’s fingers while they talk, not even realizing they’re doing it. - hua lian @ xie lian, maybe he was fussing about a sleeve and 👀👀

They were late. Again. It wasn’t that the Crown Prince of Xianle did not care for his duties, he simply deemed some of them more important or more to his liking than others. Xie Lian had just returned from another training session when Hua Lian had barged into his room, urging him to take a quick bath as the State Preceptor expected them for their lesson at the top of the hour.

“Another lesson? But we only went there yesterday. Will we never get to rest? Will you never get to rest?” Xie Lian felt Hua Lian’s hands on his back as his advisor stirred him into the bathroom and the Crown Prince did not get another chance to argue as the door was being closed, so he had no chance but to be good and get into the bath, to wash off the sweat of the last training session.

When Xie Lian stepped back into his room he was only wearing his smallclothes and he was immediately scolded for looking indecent, but before he could defend himself as he very obviously just finished bathing, Hua Lian stepped behind him to help the Prince into his robes.

“Huh? Where is Mu Qing?”, Xie Lian asked, not because he was incapable of dressing himself, but because if there was someone to help him look all proper it was usually Mu Qing, not Hua Lian. It seemed like Mu Qing, who mainly served the Crown Prince but was considered a servant to the whole royal family of Xianle, was away on another errand and therefore a displeased advisor had to step in to get the prince presentable.

Xie Lian stood in the middle of the room, his disheveled hair still a mess while Hua Lian tied the belts around the prince’s slender waist and even though he was used to Mu Qing being that close to him, having Hua Lian that close somehow felt.. different. Hua Lian was someone who always seemed to put his duty first, easily blending in and out of crowds, seemingly always knowing what to say or when it was better not to say anything at all, yet Xie Lian couldn’t help but feel like the other’s hands were just a little clumsy trying to arrange Xie Lian’s layered robes. Plus, Hua Lian always seemed to keep a respectful distance to anyone he was talking to, as if he couldn’t bear physical contact, or as if it were simply beneath him.

“You know, I could do this by myself..”, Xie Lian muttered as he watched Hua Lian pull on his sleeves, making sure all of the Crown Prince was covered properly, as if even getting a glimpse of the Prince’s skin would be too much of a temptation. And Hua Lian did not stop there. Xie Lian knew it probably meant nothing, but the gaze of his honey-colored eyes dropped down where Hua Lian was still holding on to his hand, tugging down the sleeve of the prince’s white robes but instead of stepping away he kept Xie Lian’s hand in his own, seemingly playing with his fingers as he kept scolding him, mostly for being late.

Xie Lian did not interrupt him. He was not sure why, but this closeness, this somewhat unfamiliar intimacy filled him with excitement and a tender warmth. Not saying anything he endured the scolding, in a way it even felt refreshing to have someone else than Mu Qing complain about the Prince’s carefree attitude. A gentle smile tugged at Xie Lian’s lips and eventually he turned his hand up so he could brush his fingertips over Hua Lian’s wrist.

[clemencetaught]

@ptternminds / continued from here!

THEIR BAG HAS KEROPPI PRINTED FRONT AND CENTER. And maybe the social worker knows it well themselves, but the mascot…well it doesn't suit them, does it? Still, they carry it and Myungdae can only assume it's either for a. sentimental reasons or b. the safety it invokes. Children are drawn to bright colors and even more so mascots- perhaps it is a means of getting children like Yuri to open up to them, the CPS worker.

Not that Myungdae is inquiring. Keroppi isn't even Yuri's favorite. It's actually Cinnamoroll. Or was it Pompompurin? She has plushies of both. It occurs to him that perhaps he would know which one she favored more if she didn't sleep on the couch with him most nights…or if she even liked either of them to begin with. It hadn't even been his idea to get her the plushies- Nell and Alfred got her each as welcome present of sorts.

Myungdae highly doubts the social worker- Baek- would care much, would they? Baek, who sits across from him unannounced, with a poker face almost akin to his own, the only different being that their calm doesn't try to hide their…disdain. They don't seem all that impressed with him, really. Probably wondering how the hell he, of all people ended u,p with not only Yuri, but also Hiro.

It wouldn't make matters much better if he admitted he's not sure how things ended up this way either, would it? All he knew at the time was that Yuri and Hiro both needed someone, an adult at the time and of course, he happened to be there.

What was he supposed to do? Turn them away?

"Oh," He says, rather simply too. He knows he needs to put on a good impression for Baek. The impression of a competent, attentive parent: one who knows what they're doing, one who knows their child. And yet-

"Um…daycare? She doesn't like being away from us if she doesn't have to be."

He feels as far away from himself, even further than he does to Yuri. Maybe that's why he was so insistent on taking her in. It takes a stray to know a stray.

But Baek doesn't need to know that. Sure, they mean well, prioritizing Yuri's well-being above the niceities and reserving judgement for what probably looks like a disaster zone if families were supposed to be houses. But it doesn't change that they're not- well, trust is hard-earned in these parts, aren't they? Their ID badge doesn't earn them points either, especially not with Alfred.

Still Myungdae can't help but wilt a little bit more under their gaze. Or what feels like a scolding, even if he'll be damned before reaching out for additional services for assistance. That's just more surveillance to put up with. "I'm fine, really. She…we don't need therapy, these additional resources if that's what you're trying to say– what she needs right now is stability." Which he wants to believe she's getting. "I thought…I thought that's what you were looking for her to have."

[heirofhermes]

Sebastián was sharp enough to see the concern in Martín's eyes. It was natural considering the situation they found themselves in, and the implications that this case could have for the both of them; especially for the familiar.

"There is a court for this, yes. The Order of Hermes is the magical faction responsible for magical law and the pursuit of those who break said law. Even for mages or witches who are not a part of the Order, they are still prosecuted and submitted to a fair trail. How else would we have a somewhat functional society without some modicum of law enforcement?"

His voice was warm and gentle. As stated, he was not here to get Martin introuble at all. But his master certainly had gotten the attention of the order for her... not so pleasant ways and actions.

"I understand you're in quite a difficult position, Martin. I apologize for approaching you so boldly," Seb added, making a small pause to take a sip of his coffee. "Our protection includes granting you a safe place, amnesty for any crime you've been accessory to and-- If needed be, a new master for you to serve. A new master of your choosing, of course."

Well, that's about as reassuring as sitting here was to begin with. All niceties aside, politeness demanded and fulfilled, if Martin had stumbled across any high ranking member of an order of mages and magic-involved as established and far-reaching and powerful as the Order of Hermes at any point in time prior to this one, he likely would have bee-lined into their direction.

Connections like Sebastián would be useful to have, if not for himself, than whichever which he's tied to at any given moment.

But that is exactly where the issue lies, where the trouble stems, birthed out of the angry, misguided fingers of... the witch he's tied to. The very nature of his existence demands he prioritise nothing but them, he stay true and loyal primarily if not exclusively to them.

This... this is going behind her back. There's no telling what could happen, right? How powerful can a Quaesitor be, when Martin feels like he's challenging his very own existence?

He settles back, leaning away from the growing proximity before naturally gravitating back into it, as if he can't quite make up his mind whether to be reassured, or hiss at Sebastián's metaphorical fingers some more.

"There's... a court for this?" he gestures between them as though the air they're sharing could encompass the potential rise to fascism he supposes would best describe whatever his witch is up to. "And... what would, uh, protection entail? Because not to be very me me me, I I I, but I'm kind of screwed without... attachment, so to speak."

[kamipyre]

continued from here! / @ptternminds

MOVING HAS ALWAYS BEEN AN ARDUOUS PROCESS AND EVEN MORE SO SINCE SHE MOVED TO THE STATES. She took it for granted back then, living close by family. Even if they, her paternal relatives, didn't quite understand her, she was still family and therefore, they were required to help her if asked.

Lucky for Suki, she has her coworkers, whose height and strength came in handy for once and who are still packing up the last of her stuff at her old apartment. And now him! How convenient that he happens to be waiting by her new place–

Which also is odd if she thinks about it more, because she doesn't remember telling him the address.

"Why would you need to find out yourself?" She asks instead, confused. "It's my apartment keys."  Although perhaps he could have inferred that from the Hello Kitty charm hanging off the key ring. "I have a bunch of boxes I need to bring up; it's easier to move things if someone's already there to open the door!" Granted, he doesn't seem exactly dressed for the occasion ( which could only be explained by again that no one told him he would be roped into such an activity ), but he can always wash them later...

She hefts up two rather bulky boxes and marches ahead of him. "Can you grab the grocery bag too? It's got the toolbox- you should be able to open the door still. My apartment is on the second floor- first door on the right!" 

[repetiita]

@ptternminds asked : 🎤 Herr Gilbert~

What you gonna do WHEN THE CHIPS ARE DOWN? Now that the chips are down TAKE if you can, give if you must Ain't nobody but yourself to trust

What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down

Aim for the heart, shoot to kill If you don't do it, then the other one will What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down What you gonna do when the chips are down? Now that the chips are down

And the first shall be first And the last shall be last Cast your eyes to heaven You get a knife in the back Nobody's righteous Nobody's proud Nobody's innocent Now that the chips are down

↳ FOR EVERY 🎤 SENT, I WILL LIST A SONG I ASSOCIATE WITH MY MUSE :: accepting !

[wellfell]

🌺 send this to ten muns you think are wonderful 🌺 Nassy thank you for always playing the freakiest goofiest doods and Akina dumblr would be NOTHING with you and the absolute BEAST of writing and vibes you bring and also you're incredible MWAH

ik i'm replying to this after such a long time but heh honestly the same goes for you . len don't make me take out my love guns because i will use them on you , you can't talk about vibes and writing without mentioning lena ?? damn you're my darling . honestly akina wouldn't be here without bullying her bf karube and threatening to kill er.en , and i'm not even talking about our other dynamics i will stay quiet about it and be a normal person . i love you so much . 🫵🏻🥰💕🔪🔪

[stillresolved]

@ptternminds got calum bc i miss him :)

“Do I uh…how should I be paying you back?”

[crimson-sorrow]

@ptternminds suggested: my muse drags their fingers slowly down your muse’s arm, pretending it was unintentional. - hua lian @ shi qingxuan AGAIN >:3

Nothing was more prosperous than a banquet held in the Heavenly Capital. All kinds of heavenly officials were desperate for a chance to attend, but only those with an invitation were allowed to enter the Palace of Divine Might to attend the festivities. Of course the Wind Master would have no issues getting inside the palace, they were an official of the Upper Court and the brother of the esteemed Water Master, who could probably be considered the second most popular god, right after the Heavenly Emperor himself.

Shi Qingxuan had always enjoyed attending all kinds of different festivities, they were a very social being, friendly, kind-hearted, funny, generous. Wherever they went people greeted them with a smile, introduced them to sit with them, invited them to their palaces. There was barely anyone who could resist the charms of the Wind Master, but that did not mean that Shi Qingxuan was incapable of disliking someone. Oh, they were capable of spite and there was one heavenly official who would always fall victim to that. Pei Ming. The Martial God of the North and best friend of their older brother, Shi Wudu.

Turning their head to the left Shi Qingxuan looked at Ming Yi, the esteemed Earth Master, who took very little pleasures in banquets like this, he was quite the opposite of the social Wind Master, but as he was one of the elemental Masters his attendance was pretty much required, but instead of socializing most of the time he was seen busying himself with the delicious food that was being served. To their right sat Hua Lian, a prestigious civil god, and Shi Qingxuan was not surprised to see him hold idle conversation with everyone nearby, but a selfish part of them was pleased to see there was not the usual spark in Hua Lian’s eyes that would give away that he was seriously interested in something. The smile on his face was so obviously fake it almost hurt the Wind Master to see their friend being so bored by those around him.

“And I don’t have to say how incredibly inappropriate it is to transform into a female body, what would anyone want to accomplish with that? All it does is making a fool out of yourself.”

Oh, of course it was Pei Ming spouting that nonsense, and of course he was looking right at Shi Qingxuan while saying that. As much as Shi Qingxuan disliked the martial god of the North, Pei Ming couldn’t help but provoke the Wind Master every so often.

Shi Qingxuan slammed their hand on the table, startling quite a few officials around them as they stood up, looking like they were getting ready to jump the despicable Pei Ming. That was when they felt soft fingers brush over their exposed forearm, immediately getting their attention, their anger dispersing as their focus immediately was on Hua Lian. Hua Lian who looked like the touch had been anything but intentional as he still was caught in deep conversation with the official sitting opposite of him.

That was how easy it was for Hua Lian to distract Shi Qingxuan, to gain their attention. A simple unintentional touch that left their skin tingling and their heart fluttering. The Wind Master sat back in their chair, a slight blush across their cheeks, but when they looked to the side they locked eyes with Ming Yi, who had finally lifted his head from his bowl, a knowing smile on his lips.

“Don’t you dare say what you are about to say”, Shi Qingxuan hissed at their friend, who only shrugged before returning to his food, and the Wind Master’s attention was back on Hua Lian, their skin still tingling where the other had touched them.