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pretty much all of my poems are either me trying to apologize for something or me trying to describe that quiet moment right before something loud happens.
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“It just felt right, you know?” An absurd of an idea, certainly but in his imagination, it is something he wanted to experience—even if he is already dead. Though slightly interested, Daejoon pinned his eyes at the coffee he’s drinking, whilst listening to his younger sister. “Toys, that’s so very original” He uttered with minimal sarcastic juice. It her choice if she’ll interpret it positively or not. “Definitely not the only one odd here. You’re my sister after all”
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❝ you’re a strange one, oppa. really, this obsession with aesthetics is out of control– ❞ although he really did have a point, it could be some sort of glitter bomb. or they could slowly lower him into some sort of glittery mess, like a pool of craft herpes and confetti. plus, he’d be dead, so how would the glitter bother him? the more she thought about how her dear brother wanted to go, the more she thought about the grand event that would be the death of jung yoonhye. ❝ you have a point though, that would be pretty funny– personally, i’d wanna be buried in a coffin full of stuffed toys. plushie cats, everywhere. ❞
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friends with benefits sentence starters:
“what are we, nerds trying to look at boobies?”
“i’m your boss, give me your pants.”
“i love that outfit, you look so sexy in that.”
“i’m fully aware of your allergies.”
“here’s an idea, next time, instead of being late, just shit on my face.”
“you said i was your soulmate.”
“work doesn’t reassure you that liking a finger up your ass doesn’t make you gay.”
“but you’re actually really emotionally damaged.”
“you have really big eyes and it freaks me out sometimes.”
“why do relationships start off so fun, and then turn into suck a bag of dicks?”
“i’m just gonna’ shut myself down emotionally.”
“i’m gonna’ change your life. i’m that girl.”
“i could post a video of me mixing cake batter with my boobs and it would get eight million hits.”
“what are you, a gazelle?”
“don’t be the guy who shit the bed.”
“puppy dog eyes. nice touch.”
“wanna’ get this guy out of my face before i break his fucking skull?”
“you don’t fucking know me man.”
“i took his virginity.”
“does the carpet match the drapes?”
“run gazelle! run!”
“i have this thing at work. it’s called google.”
“if you tell anyone about this i will rip your ears off and staple them to your neck.”
“everyone in this city seems really violent.”
“do you want to get your shit out of my car or what?”
“go and fuck a dick.”
“i’d love to take you out one night and trawl for cock.”
“we can tear this shit up.”
“hey, no skin. more pipe for me.”
“you sure you’re not gay?”
“i’m not fucking asking you out i swear to god.”
“god, you’re such a girl.”
“girl, you are preaching to the congregation.”
“this shit is amazing.”
“i love that sunsets make you cry.”
“i wish my life was a movie sometimes.”
“god, i miss sex.”
“hold me, let’s spend the rest of our lives together.”
“i don’t even know if i find you attractive.”
“i do have a thing for jerks.”
“i liked your eyes. i didn’t think i’d ever seen such big beautiful eyes.”
“and your lips, yeah, i thought you might be a good kisser.”
“you swear you don’t want anything from me other than sex?”
“you have a bible app?”
“no relationship. no emotions. just sex.”
“come on, okay, you’re beautiful. you have nothing to be insecure about.”
“that is way too emotionally supportive and you need to just lock that down.”
“your ass is a little bony.”
“i sneeze sometimes after i come.”
“feet gross me out. daddy issues.”
“what are you trying to do, dig your way to china?”
“nobody wants to fuck obama.”
“what are you my fucking therapist now?”
“every time you curse, you blink. like your body’s rejecting the word.”
“as a sign of rebellion, you got a tattoo.”
“harry potter doesn’t make you gay!”
“my butt is cramping can you grab a pillow?”
“do you feel manly now?”
“are you pooping?”
“all you have at home is drinkable yoghurt.”
“it was like talking to dirt.”
“i’m starving, you got any gin?”
“i’ve turned down more tail than you’ll ever have.”
“me likes cock, so i’m strickily dickily.”
“i’ve been in love, i went down that rabbit hole.”
“one day, you will meet someone and it will literally take your breath away. like no oxygen in yours lungs. like a fish.”
“i told him you were my gay best friend.”
“he smells like a girl.”
“the sneak out. how incredibly cliché of you.”
“no, go fuck yourself.”
“trust me, you don’t suck in bed.”
“forget the douche, he’s a dick. he’s a dickdouche.”
“get your feet off my bed, they’re disgusting.”
“we’re one of these crazy families that don’t lie to eachother, pbs is doing a documentary on us.”
“nobody cares, you sound like an asshole.”
“i just need you to be my friend right now.”
“okay, so i’ll listen to you while you give me a handjob.”
“i’m a magician, not a wizard. you and your gay harry potter.”
“you can’t deny going to hogwarts would be life changing.”
“all that matters is how you look at him.”
“i haven’t seen you this dumb since you got that candy corn tattoo.”
“you wanna’ be happy? find someone you like and never let them go.”
“are you pissed off at me because i didn’t cuddle?”
“i actually thought you were different.”
“with friends like you who needs friends?”
“i have the perfect body for photoshop.”
“my prince charming? you.”
“if you even think there’s a chance she might be it, fix it.”
“if i ever see you again, i’ll crush your earlobes and make soup stock out of them.”
“it’s some prince charming shit though, right?”
“i want my best friend back, because i’m in love with her.”
“on one condition. kiss me.”
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☮
sᴇɴᴅ ᴏɴᴇ ғᴏʀ ᴍʏ ᴍᴜsᴇ’s ʀᴇᴀᴄᴛɪᴏɴ ᴛᴏ ʏᴏᴜʀ ᴍᴜsᴇ (accepting)
☮ = waking them up after a nightmare
Chaotic, unmerciful and frightening. It was the demigod’s loud screams in the middle of the night that summon the photographer into consciousness. His respond was active and on the spot, leaping from the shared sofa bed that occupied majority of her apartment to immediately wake the woman sinking through her nightmares.
There were cold sweat oozing all over her body, drenching the side of his face. Albeit the lack of air begins to choke her dry. She wasn’t crying, but he could hear between the lines; the pants and yelling.
Its like Melinoe decided to make visit, grasping her biased fingernails onto the poor woman’s chest to choke the remaining hope in her. But Daejoon will not accept such thing. He would not let anything happen to her. Not in his watch.
Whilst the grasped of her trembling body into an embrace, and his hushing voice cradling her to be awake. ❝ It’s just a dream. ❞ He sang, like a lullaby to a kid. ❝ It’s nothing but a dream Ahri. Wake up and everything will be all right. I promise.❞
And she did, slowly her eyes cracks open and between the blur vision to reality, it was Daejoon she first saw. Without realizing it, the overwhelming sensation engulf the demigod, whilst the tight embrace to the older as she weep and cried. ❝ Oppa ❞
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PSA for this blog that I most certainly DO want my muse to suffer. I want my muse to have BAD EXPERIENCES. I don’t want just that fluffy shit here & no pain. No, I want my muse’s experience to be as realistic as possible. Hardships, I’m down for toxic stuff, too. I don’t know bout other people. Just, bad experiences. I want someone to hurt my muse physically, mentally, or emotionally. I want my muse to experience trouble, the hard things in life. Life isn’t all sunshine & rainbows. Think about the character development for your muse & mine?
I want action in my muse’s life. I want my muse to learn lessons. Reasons as to why my muse won’t do something anymore/is reluctant about things. I want my muse to discover things. Invade my muse’s personal space. You aren’t bugging me, what on earth? No, honey. I want this stuff for my muse. I want my muse to struggle with things. Like I said, I want my muse to have an experience that’s as realistic as possible. Real life isn’t a bowl of cherries, there’s a lot of shit people face all the time. I’m totally & completely open to your ideas, especially if they’re in that range of giving my muse a hard time. Do it. JUST– DO IT. Don’t let our dreams be dreams.
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Finally as she sees him flutter his eyes open, she pulled her hand away and looked at him with no expression at all. A sigh had escaped from her lips, she gave his chest a gentle pat before adjusting herself on the edge of the bed. The woman had enjoyed the very few minutes of pouring her own heart out, because at that moment she was revealing her true self; she didn’t have to hide or sugar coat anything, she was keeping it real.
However at the same time, she hoped that none of her words had trailed through his ears. It would’ve been a complete disaster because she knew what he was capable of. Oh, he would make her life a living hell if he knew.
“I’m looking at a fuck boy that’s drooling in my bed. Why, were you dreaming of me?” With a half smile she gets up from the bed the tugs at the covers. “C’mon, help me make lunch.”
Daejoon could swear he could have heard something else, albeit the wholeness of his head pained like there’s a metal drill grinding through his skull that he chose not to think about it – or anything else for that matter. He simply gazed upon the female, forehead wrinkling and eyes squinting as he clear out the blur of his vision. He yawned twice and with a great leap from the bed, he raised both arms to stretch, grunting a little.
Morning. Afternoon. Evening. She’s always that hasty tongue at him, and he couldn’t blame her for it. Daejoon is known to be a bad morning person, and as usual, he greeted her grumpily again. He sighed, rubbing his red eyes and insist of staying on bed.
“I don’t want to help” He declared his stubbornness like it wasn’t a big deal, inclining his head side by side to stretch the soreness of his neck. Last night indeed was something; though he could only remember half of it.“And can you please stop calling me that? I have a name, and I’m pretty sure my father did not register me as fuck boy.”
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lost in a mix of thoughts and questions, she couldn’t estimate how long the ride had been to his place. they pulled down a long driveway and came to a slow stop, an exchange of money over the seat and a quick “thank you” before she could get out. only then did she look to see if he was where he had said he’d be, and he was. from afar he looked the same as always, just tall and lean, and a bit brooding, if you’d ask her, until he’d smile. he looked a lot younger and more approachable when he smiled.
it seemed like a long walk to meet him face to face and admittedly, she was nervous, but she felt like she was doing a decent job at keeping that detail hidden beneath a sort of uninterested looking facade. once up close, she offered the best smile she could put on; one that didn’t quite reach her eyes. there was a small tilt of her head and a nibble of the inside of her bottom lip, buying herself time to search for speech before the decision was made to skip small talk. “you sure have good timing. what was it, last minute desire or last resort? i would have preferred daylight, but i guess i can play as your dirty little secret just this once if that’s what it takes.“unfiltered it would be.
Intuition wasn’t the king of the night; rather it’s his vast ego that influenced even the most prideful woman to obey. Daejoon took pride on the way the night rolls on his palm, excite seized to take shelter as the grin on his face contoured his mood that evening. Standing in front of the door, waiting for the footsteps to arrive, the photographer could imagine the sketch of emotions nearly hibernated on her face. He knew Chaerin; perhaps he’d gone sinking into her way too much that it became easy for him to tear her from the inside. (Unbeknownst to him that she as well had gone deep into his system. Like their own version of deadly chemicals, once collided could utter a fatal explosion). She is weak for him. (And he is weak for her). And that night was reign for losers—like her. (Like him)
How will he play the game this time? Tell her that he misses her from all the months she was gone from his sight and embrace? Exposed the sadness that hibernate his rib cage during those nights he longed for her? Summon the fume of their romance that gone cold? Bullshit. Daejoon will play it the way he wanted to. The path where he’s on the lead. The road where he’s in advantage. He will not tell her that he choked most nights from calling out her name. He will not confess that his chest ached at most. He will not tell lies.
They never preferred daylight. It’s during those moments where they are both exposed to the realism and couldn’t hide behind the curtains of their egos. He despise the sun reigning at them. He wanted the moonlight to ignite the moment— sad, chaotic, lost.
He’s always bad at timing, and she knew that. Albeit the sarcasm ringing from the tip of her tongue managed to make him smile, and chuckle a little. Daejoon leap a foot forward, eyes glued at the figure that is no longer a dream from past night. “You always had bitter words for me. Then again, I don’t care. I can kiss your bitter mouth as much as I want, tonight”
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OOC: I apologize from the lack of activity. I’ve been really sick for the past few days, and I might take another day to rest. I will definitely make an effort to do the replies this weekend. Thank you.
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matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.
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JINHONG. YOUR FAVE
‘SANEG! OC. LIT. SFW.
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@couleurx
With those words slipping from his delicate lips it caused the woman to smile. There was no words coming from Jinri, not a single word, it was just pure silence. The woman just stared at Daejoon, she didn’t know how to react or what to do, so instead she was cherishing the special moment without saying a single word. It was rare for the woman to have close friends; she was hard to love, very confusing to understand, and will push away those she feels that she was a burden to. But for Daejoon he was different. Although they both share a love-hate relationship, the woman had always loved him. Jinri needed someone that can handle her good side, and her bad side. The two have seen all sides of each other, and because of that they have grown close and inseparable.
As Jinri broke eye contact with the tall figure, she then rested her head on his shoulder before closing her eyes. “Don’t go yet. Let’s stay like this for five minutes. Just five.”
It is after all a very good day. The sun was kind to the young photographer, and so does the sky. His earlier schedule at work was pleasant, and quite a charming experience, and to his surprise his luck rolled throughout the day. It’s no wonder that Daejoon held his chin up positively and in a good mood. A hard scene to see and definitely a rare one.
It was out of the blue, perhaps. The way he rolled those kind words from his tongue. More often than not, Daejoon has been a little too much to Jinri. He always teases her and annoys her to the limit. But since that day is a good day, he allowed his good charms to drop by.
She’s smiling, and likes it. The bright curve on her face often beholds something delightful to someone sees it. And it’s nice that she showed it naturally to him.
“You do know five minutes will cost you extra.” He joked.
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@jinseinoai
Wiping off the fur that seemingly stuck to her clothes, she glanced over to the cat who had walked away from her with an unimpressed face only to make her laugh. Guess she didn’t appreciate the cuddles and kisses she had gifted her. “I have thought of that but I wouldn’t want to risk the chance that my customers would be allergic to cats. And what happens they have this sort of phobia towards them. What more when people may complain of safety and health reasons with the food and all. I wouldn’t want to satisfy my want and burden anyone else.” Minkyung exhaled a sigh as she thought of how lonely she sometimes felt in her apartment which was why she spent a great amount of her time in the cafe.
She does noted a point. There’s too many pros and cons when it comes to taking care of pets; not just cats per se. Those people who says living with pets are easy certainly hadn’t experience the real deal. Fat is not the nicest feline to deal with. She’s picky and very grumpy. However, Daejoon grown to love his cat as much as he adores his younger sister. She’s like a family to him, someone to confine with in hard times or rare good times. “Maybe in the future, you’ll be able to grant your wish. Possibly, when you get married, you can ask your husband to take care of it - like a baby.” Its the dream in some cases. Newlyweds who are not yet ready to have a kids often adopt pets for experience. Perhaps, it could be her chance.
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With the sun peeping through the blinds she felt it’s rays kiss her fair skin. The sound of birds singing sounded quite mellifluous to her, and so with that she fluttered her eyes open before sitting herself up in bed. The woman then glanced at the clock and she couldn’t believe herself that half of the day was already wasted; it was practically noon. “Gosh, is that fool still asleep? I guess should probably check on him.” As she got herself out of bed, she made her way next door and finds the man still in bed sound asleep. “Tch, of course.” The woman walked over to the bed, she sat on the edge and looked at him. While staring at Daejoon, many thoughts had crossed her mind; will he remember what happened last night? Did he really meant what he said? Does he feel what she feels? Her mind was eating her alive, he was driving her crazy but she knew that was what he wanted; the man wanted her to go crazy for him. As much as she wanted to hold him, kiss him back, she just couldn’t; not now, or ever, because she didn’t want to crack.
“Don’t crack, don’t fall for him, just don’t Jinri,” she mumbled to herself. As she reached over to brush the strands of hair off of his forehead she graced her fingers against the apples of his cheeks. Her fingers had caressed his delicate skin and the more that she kept her eyes on him, something kept drawing her in and she didn’t know what it was. But all she knew for sure that he was beautiful; indeed, he was like an art piece that had left her in awe. It was quite unusual for Jinri to feel such a way for someone that she treats so poorly, but because it was him, it is different.
“It’s you, always been you.. fucking asshole.”
They were meant to be forgotten. The bickering and the laughter in between, the slaps of her palm to his sides, and the rattle of anxiety. The nagging headache swimming in gallons of intoxication he served to his self. The kiss in the middle of the night. They were meant to ink for only a second or two, just a dream.
He woke up a few moments after. His blurred eyes cracked to be greeted by her foggy visage in front of him. He could not recognize the curve of her lips, or even the word she’s mumbling. He couldn’t stare at her eyes, because all he could see are muggy lines. But she’s there, in front of him with the sun rays as her backdrop.
“What are you looking at?” He said; voice flow through his dry mouth in faded volume. His throat ached for re-hydration, albeit all he could do is to lay there idleness.
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@gwynbleidt
Aiden felt a sudden relief when the male stated that he was only joking when he mentioned females, and, honestly speaking, he was glad since he still felt uncomfortable when girls were around. The other’s words though, made him raise his eyebrow. He didn’t look that young, did he? “I’m old enough to drink alcohol, but I don’t do it. I’ve tried it once and I didn’t like it. I don’t understand what’s so appealing about it anyways.”
Prompting his weight a little, he gives Aiden a quick glance. His shoulders naturally bounced into a shrug before he speaks up. “It’s not about the liquor actually. They don’t taste good anyway. What’s appealing is the company you’re with.” Daejoon remembered the night his father said the same thing to him when he asked him why he’s always coming home drunk. Young kid had no choice but to believe his own blood and bones as idea is both appealing and real. His father seems to be happy whenever he’s under the influence, and growing up, he too rooted in the same belief.
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