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[indigodreames]

fanfic tropes / @idolsummons (ʘ‿ʘ) euntae + whoever u so please :3c

They were friends who had the SAME CAREER. Which, was why they would always be seen together. However media outlets and tabloids, as well as both their fanbases had started to SPECULATE otherwise. So when the two were brought in my their respective companies with the idea that the two should PRETEND to date for PR of their new music releases, they didn't exactly have the choice to decline. It would do both of their careers good and help boost both engagement and attention towards both idols.

Euntae didn't agree with this idea at all, he didn't want to have to lie about a relationship just to promote themselves, shouldn't their MUSIC do that? Not being in a relationship? However, they both had to go along with it for the sake of their companies. The pair had just finished a press conference where they announced their relationship and said that it was a new romance that budded from their established friendship with one another.

He was instructed by his manager to give Hana a bouquet of flowers after the announcement and the press ate it up. Once everything was over, he took Hana's hand as they walked out and away from prying eyes. "Sorry about that. They said it was better to not tell you so we could get a GENIUINE reaction. If I do anything that makes you uncomfortable, let me know, okay?" / 1. fake/pretend dating

#idolsummons #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #why does this au fit them so well im

[fungiac1d]

The House of Lamentation.

Mammon x gender neutral mc.

TW: trypophobia (mentions of holes in the skin), cannibalism? Demons eating humans. Mc is dead but not really (free interpretation), religious themes.

Summer mornings always work the same for me; the sheets stick to my body and I slowly get away from them, meanwhile the streets are completely silent. In summer people left the neighborhood because they had holidays, the birds don't sing since s long time, cars rest... I get up and I lay on the couch, closing my eyes, my mom hums while she cleans. I know all her songs.

This morning is quite different, after liberating myself of the sheets a cold sweat ran down my back. I got out of my room bare footed, my mom's eyes smiled at me more than usual. There wasn't music, just an intense noise coming from my inside; it has been years since I heard such a strong buzzing, it stifles my skin, it sings.

I looked at my mother and I went to the bathroom, my flesh burnt and I couldn't breath: singing, right in my stomach, all my body vibrates with it.

Then I went to the empty street, with the sleeping cars; I thought about the day before and hands, that like the sheets, stick to my tights. In summer everything remains dead, the grannies won't go to talk in the street because there is too much sun. Maybe the hands were a had dream, the asphalt amplifies how hot it is and it envelopes everything, the street is narrowing.

I think about the birds singing, I think about a world with noise which wouldn't be empty like the broken melodies of my mother's humming.

I walked until I found a small river, one I haven't seen ever. I wasn't afraid so I sat in the humid earth to get my foot in the green water, down to my knees. Then I looked at my hands, waiting for them to grow big, emaciated holes, but nothing happened.

I thought that because I saw a hive, big and overflowing, bleeding on the river where my foot rested. For a moment I wanted to open it a go inside, since I can't become a hive; I think someone opened me too and something came inside, now it's making noise so I'm never lonely again, it overflows my mother's songs.

If I'm dreaming where will I wake up? In my bed? In my father's bed? Will I be twelve again? I think there has never been a river here, I think something bad has happened.

What if I open the hive? Will all the stingers break my skin? When I was younger my parents took me to lakes so I bathed and had fun, showing the world my sun kissed belly, I look down at the river. How would it feel? To drown in honey? My organs suffocate under the noise, my skin cries and I think: there has never been a river here, or a hive, something bad has happened.

I kept walking until I reached a home, there was a man outside, his skin is rich and sun bathed, with shining eyes, he looks at me, flooded with curiosity.

—What are you doing around here?

—I'm lost.

—Then you are in the right place.

—Am I dead?

The question makes him burst out laughing, his laugh is the first thing to sounds real since I got up.

—Don't worry your pretty head over that—he gets up and walks over to me—here is all you need.

I look over to the huge victorian house.

—You want my soul?

His eyes shines.

—Your soul? Aren't you a little dumb?—he flickles my forehead, smiling—you need some rest, don't you?

When we get inside, he shows me a room. My own, he says.

—This is not only my house, but the guests too. It has a life of it own.

The walls get colder.

—What's is name, then?

He throws be a mischievous smile before answering:

—I like to call her—he caress a wall, smiling, his teeth are precious like small drops of milk—the Hose of Lamentation. It will give you anything you want.

I slowly lay down on the bed.

—Now sleep, there is so much waiting for you.

Before falling asleep I think about going back home, or to the river.

He closes the door.

The next time I open my eyes I'm still here. He is already waiting for me.

—So what do you want to do, little boring thing?

—Is there a garden?

—Let's find out.

There was a garden. He holds my hand softly, all the flowers are unborn yet, I caress the prick.

—Will you stay?

I only nod, afraid of saying the truth: I don't think I can go back.

—Good, you'll get used. The house is amazing, there is a casino in the basement just for me! It gives you anything—he gets closer to me, I can smell him—and you will be ok.

And I believe him, just like that, his name sounds weird and heavy on my tongue but when he says mine is like a soft eater flow running down.

—Are you sure I'm not dead?

For the first time, he looks at me with a more serious expression. He has a little smile dancing on his lips, I think he is very beautiful, I like his eyes, does he like mine too?

—Does it matter? If you are dead?

—I guess it doesn't.

As days passed I found myself growing more and more comfortable, the food was unique: my grandma's cookies, that cake which made me so happy in my birthday... For me, we are the only ones in the house, I don't see any guests.

He is soft with me, he watches me sleep sometimes and when I wake up he is still there, as if his day started when mine did.

He might be a little rough or hot headed sometimes but when he looks at me in the morning, with a mix of awe, affection and need, my bones move and ache in all my body.

[Then let me eat your heart, Ophelia, which shed my tears.]

The story goes like this: it's one of many nights, he looks at you. A fresh wound, pink and shining, water falling, needles.

The only meaning of pain and love is that they are endless, and the only comfort to this is their own eternity.

He looks at you knowing that time is running up, what is a body? A broken plate, a shattered shell. He gets closer but he only smells his own hunger, feeling his heavy tongue: hunger emanates from it own self, like pain.

But he has been wonderful for you, you got all you wanted and needed. Slowly getting to your soul and desires.

This night is different, because you wake up noticing how close he is. His eyes are shining, liquid gold.

You think about his teeth, small, pointy, there are so many, they are precious like milk drops. The loneliness in your house also comes to your mind.

The house BUZZES and you know that it will devour you. Is the payment for the company, for the cookies, for a cake of your eleven birthday.

Once again you look at him, and the necessity bleeds inside of you, you want more. Is not enough with the walks you wake, or with the way he looks at you sleeping, you need more.

He reeks like hunger, but not the one that makes your tummy ache and your mouth salivates, he craves your necessity, your avarice, the happiness you hold because you have everything thanks TO HIM, to the HOUSE, you feel like a fish, with your soft belly exposed to a fork and a knife, exposed to his teeth.

So you bring your hand up, closely followed by the volcanoes of gold that are his eyes, your insides scream. But you touch his lips softly, waiting for his mouth to be opened and you think: Jesus body is the bread, his blood is the wine.

When the mouth opens you pass your fingertips through the teeth, pearls, it's a humid mouth, warm, the tongue gets closer to your phalanges and you think: the bacchae kills a small mouse, to eat it's raw skin, cleaning it's little bones. That mouse is God, we eat God.

The house keeps buzzing, exactly the same way your insides did that morning when you got up.

His jaws close up around your hand and you scream, this is all you have ever wanted.

#obey me fanfic #obey me shall we date #mammon x gender neutral reader #obey me x mc #mammon avatar of greed #om! mammon #mammon angst #mammon x mc #shall we date mammon #obey me #house of lamentation #obey me house of lamentation

[indigodreames]

unprompted ask / @dandeliicns "Ms. Rodrigeuz!" Victoria calls out as she holds an assortment of flowers in her hand wrapped with an elegant pink ribbon, stepping inside the flower shop, she presents them to Cyndi. " My sister Rosalie has told me all about you and your shop. I had to come take a look for it myself!" A smile is shown on the blonde features. "Oh, before I forget, I'm Victoria! It's a pleasure to finally meet you!"

There weren't many people that called her by her last name, so she's quick to turn around when she hears her name being called out. It was an UNFAMILIAR, but sweet voice. She turned around to see a blonde who she recognized from pictures that Rosie had showed her of her siblings. Eyes fall to the assortment of flowers she had wrapped with a pink ribbon. "Oh! Victoria! It's nice to FINALLY meet you. I've heard so much about you and Tyler from Rosie!" She gently takes the flowers from her and gives the flowers a sniff. "Thank you for these, they're beautiful. Are they from your flower shop? Now that you've visited me, I want to see what Alexia's Petals looks like. Let me put these in WATER. There's no customers right now so we can chat in the break room if you'd like to."

#dandeliicns #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #ahhh they're finally meeting! #i can already see these two becoming good friends #and bonding over their flower shops <3

[indigodreames]

prompts for ordinary things that feel intimate / @idolsummons [ hum ] sender hums along to a song receiver is singing (hana -> euntae, happy if u wanna make it singing rather than humming too :3c)

Euntae wasn't fluent in Japanese by any means. He was still LEARNING the langue. After all, it was a market that was profitable according to his company and it would do him good to branch out and learn the language and release Japanese songs that would garner him a WIDER AUDIENCE and fanbase outside of Korea.

Despite not knowing much Japanese, he was a fan of Hana's music. The song she was singing was one he was familiar with, one of his favorite songs of hers, if he were being honest. At first he settled for just listening to her single in QUIET. He didn't think he could ever tire of hearing her voice when she sang, he found it soothing.

As he continued to listen to her sing, he found himself humming along to the song at first. Not really paying attention to himself when his quiet humming turned into quiet singing. Even though he wasn't fluent in Japanese, it was one of the few songs he learned to sing and practice singing to make sure he was saying the words properly because this was language was not his native tongue.

When he finally realized that he was singing alongside Hana, he glanced over at her, his cheeks flushed. "I-I, uh, this is actually one of my FAVORITE songs of yours. Hopefully I didn't butcher any of the lyrics. Though, I definitely think it sounds better in your tone than mine." He said with a chuckle. "I've always been CURIOUS, do you write your own songs or lyrics?"

#idolsummons #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #i sorta did a role reversal thing for this bc that's why came to mind first #but anyways these two continue to be cute as hell #i love them

[indigodreames]

Hana is taken by surprise when she hears @escapedartgeek speak: "I'm not really feeling like myself today." She's not entirely sure what they mean by that, or really how to respond, but she wants to ACKNOWLEDGE that she's head them and that she cares. So she stops what she's doing, scrolling through her phone and takes a seat beside them. "Okay, I'm really glad you're telling me that. Would you be okay to EXPLAIN to me how you're feeling then? I want to try and UNDERSTAND how you're feeling and help you in any way that I can. But right now, I'm not exactly sure how to do that." She was hoping that being honest and keeping a line of communication OPEN would help the situation.

#escapedartgeek #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ wake queue up i'm fever dreaming ⊱ ◜q◞

[indigodreames]

valentine's day alphabet ; @tophatz J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship? (( Ooo for Seonho! ))

J : JEALOUSY. does your muse get jealous in a relationship?

in short, no. it's more so that he worries about not being enough for his partner. this stems from the very twisted relationship he had with jenny. for him, being with her meant bending himself backwards for her so that she loved him or showed him the love that she claimed she had for him. his self-worth was entirely dependent on his relationship with her, so there wasn't really any room for him to feel jealous, at least, not in the sense that he would get angry or upset about it, but more just feel like he was lacking in some way because of it.

of course, this changes greatly thanks to the absolutely loving and caring relationships that he has ( @dandeliicns' victoria / @tophatz's haru / & @travelexe's mhir ) which, are honestly the best romantic ships i could ask for for my vampire boy and he's very happy and content within these relationships. however, again, stemmed from his twisted and toxic relationship with jenny, despite how loving and caring his partners are, if there was ever a moment where jealousy should occur, he wouldn't be. he'd honestly just doubt himself as a partner and think that they could do better than him or that he wasn't worthy of their love.

this does change though! this is only in the early stages of the relationship because he does learn to love himself and learn to accept the love that he receives and thus the lack of self-worth, doesn't necessary disappears, but it's not such a prominent emotion he deals with as often anymore. he becomes aware of how important communication is in a relationship and he doesn't become afraid to voice his doubts and concerns with his partner and he learns to be more confident as a romantic partner to his significant other and learns how to show his love and to receive the love he's given and it's honestly so beautiful to see how much he's grown in the short time that i've had him.

is there a chance he could get jealous? MAYBE. depends on the situation, not really sure what that would be. but honestly, i really, really doubt it. he's very happy and content within his relationships and i just don't see him feeling the need to feel jealous for any reason.

#tophatz #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #ofc this one ended up being long bc FEELS #ajdlaksdj #toxic relationship mention tw

[indigodreames]

valentine's day ask ; @tophatz It's apparent to just about everyone in the whole wide world that Kamiya Haru's nowhere near a ROMANTIC. If anything, he never quite GOT the need for affectionate sentiments... until recently. When he got a sudden impulse, perhaps on account of his employee discount, to buy a little stuffed bear with a heart about its temples. It reminded him of a particular... individual in his life, and he couldn't help but think of him as he bore otherwise dead eyes into shiny beads. So he's handing it to him right now - a card at its foot signed with his own name. " It looked like you. " He simply explains, a pure quality to the sincerity in his gaze as he pits it into Seonho's, unwavering, unembarrassed. " . . . and it's Valentine's, so. " A little shrug. (( YOU KNOW WHO. I'm so normal about them. Definitely. ))

Seonho knew that Haru wasn't romantic. And with his past relationship, he wasn't entirely used to celebrating holidays meant for couples like Valentine's Day. So he hadn't even brought it up despite the date slowly APPROACHING. He didn't mind though, not celebrating it. To say he's surprised, is an understatement. He hadn't expected anything from Haru, let alone something for the holiday. He simply stares for a moment as the other man hands him the stuffed bear. His claims that he'd gotten it for him because it looked like him. He can feel the corners of his lips curving into a wide smile as he looks down at the bear and then back at Haru.

"Thank you, I love it." He's come to realize this is the first gift he's gotten in years...maybe EVER. At least one that didn't have any other purpose or ultimatum behind it. The things he'd gotten from Jenny in the past never really held any meaning or positive feeling behind them, he's come to realize. He brings the stuffed bear and presses it against his cheek. "So, does it ACTUALLY look like me?" He grinned as he looked at Haru.

#tophatz #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #p ls #he's so happy about this lil bear bc haru said it looked like him #adjaslkdja #i'm sooo normal about them WOW #valentine's day tw

[indigodreames]

tumblr text post prompts part 2 / @realmyths "I'm attracted to men but at what cost?" ~Diana Hunter for Kari

Kari can't help but chuckle at the other's words. "It certainly sounds like a HIGH cost, doesn't sound worth it if you ask me." She had nothing against men, they weren't all bad. However, there was a reason she wasn't attracted to them and ONLY WOMEN. It took her some time to realize, but she was glad that she finally knew. "Are you only attracted to men?" She's curious, wondering if that's too personal of a question. "Oh, I mean, you don't have to answer that, I was just curious. I'm definitely NOT attracted to men at all." She added with a slight shrug of her shoulders.

#realmyths #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞

[indigodreames]

loving actions ; @tophatz [ blanket ] sender draping a blanket over receiver's shoulders (( Haru @ Seonho >:) ))

Seonho wasn't sure when he fell asleep. He was listening to Haru talk. Well, not that the other talked much. But when he did talk, Seonho made sure to listen to EVERY word. Even though most of the time their conversations wound up with him talking more than Haru.

Seonho wasn't even sure how long he dozed off for. It wasn't until he felt the slight breeze followed by the WARMTH of a blanket draping over his shoulders that stirred him from his sleep. Eyes barely open as tugged the blanket over him, not really sure in what direction he needed to be looking in to look at Haru and just sort of looked head on for a brief moment. "Mmmm, sorry. I didn't mean to FALL ASLEEP on you."

#tophatz #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #ah yes #the perfect excuse to use the sleeby cute icon :'D #also they're cute i adore them sm <333

[indigodreames]

tell me your fave muse/s of mine & why ; @realmyths My favorite muses of yours are definitely hard to pin down (since I love all your muses!) but at the moment, I'd say Esfir is definitely one of them. Love the whole idea behind her character, of course. And I think she's a very interesting muse. I love all the threads I have going with her, and just love the way you portray her. So yeah, keep up the good work! <3

Awww thank you so much! I think I've actually gotten to write Esfir more thanks to our threads && I absolutely love that! I love getting to write her with your muses & I just think she fits so well in within the DW universe and she loves being a companion to both of your doctors! :')

#realmyths #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #ahhh tysm for sending this is !! <333

[indigodreames]

prompts for asking favors / @fatescattered "i need to run into town to grab a few things. will you come with me?" aisling @ andres

Andres had spent his whole life SHELTERED from the world and from his own Grisha abilities. If his mother had her way, he would have never used them and gotten violently ill and died the same way she did. Even though he never knew that was something that could happen, he never wanted to hide his powers, not really. So he'd sneak away to the forest to practice on his own without her knowing. Little did he knew those secret getaways would be the REASON he lived.

So when his mother passed away from repressing her abilities, he had nothing and no one left. He didn't want to be a solider, wasn't sure if the Little Palace or the Second Army was RIGHT for him, but what other choice did he have? He had nowhere else to go, no one to rely on. He couldn't very well live his life on his own. No matter how reclusive and shy he was, he didn't want to be on his own.

Joining the Second Army was a difficult as he imagined it to be. While he had used his powers over the years, never to the point that his fellow Grisha did. He never quite HONED IN on his Inferni powers in the way that the army wanted or needed from him. Thankfully, he's managed to make a few friends. Estela, much like him, while being a Squaller, was in similar position to him. She was much more outgoing and befriended him rather quickly. Thanks to her, he'd made a few more friends too.

Being at the Little Palace was beginning to feel a lot LESS LONELY having a few friends now. He's a bit surprised, to say the least when Aisling had asked him if he wanted to go with her into town to grab some things. While yes, they were friends, he knew she was much closer to Viktor than her. But still, he managed a grin and nod of his head. "Yes, of course, I'd like to come with you. Thank you for asking."

#fatescattered #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #i'm sooo rusty with my boi #but anywaysss i've missed them! #andres is just so happy that ais wants to hang out with him #ajdlsa #bless him what a lil shy bean

[indigodreames]

various animal crossing quotes / @idolsummons “ well , you’re so pretty , it doesn’t matter what atrocious thing you wear . ” (ren -> euntae~)

"You really know how to take a compliment and turn it on it's HEAD, don't you, Ren?" Euntae can't help but chuckle. Not that he really took offense to the other's words.

"You know, not everyone could look like they were walking down a runway like they're Ren Ishikawa." He added with a shrug of his shoulders. Plus, the only time he ever really looked presentable was for work, which was mandatory. Frankly, he liked putting as little effort into what he wore as possible when he wasn't working. It all felt too much like a PERSONA that he didn't entirely want.

So when he wasn't on a schedule he preferred to dress as casually and simply as possible. He liked wearing his t-shirt and jeans or flannel shirts and hoodies because it was COMFORTABLE and easy.

#idolsummons #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞

[indigodreames]

the outsider stephen king sentence starters ; @realmyths ‘I don’t believe in the supernatural.’ ~Ashley for Charlie

"I get it, I'll admit, I was very SKEPTICAL of the supernatural at first too. Sometimes I can BARELY believe that it's real, but I know from first hand experience that it's more than just stories you read in books or see in movies. I won't get on some high horse and try to convince you otherwise. You're free to believe whatever you WANT to believe. All I'm saying is, it is real, and I know that for a FACT whether you believe in it or not."

#realmyths #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞

[indigodreames]

Jaemin is FAMILIAR with sadness. He has lived with it for most of his life since he lost his family. Even now, it still lingers inside of him. It's gotten easier as time went on, but it's still there from time to time. He wonder's if he's become NUMB to it over the years that he no longer notices. Or that it just doesn't bother him like it used to.

His expression twists when he hears @escapedartgeek's words ❛ I was just really, really sad.❜ He's still not quite good with other people's emotions, how to react and be around others. But without thinking too much, he reaches for Zora's hands, taking them in his own a giving them a light squeeze. His first instinct was to reach out to hug them, but he's UNSURE if they're okay with that, so he settles for squeezing their hand first. As a way to acknowledge the other's feelings, and that he hopes his presence will help alleviate the sadness, even a little.

"I'm sorry that you were feeling so sad. Is there anything I can do for you NOW?" He wants to help, but also wants to make sure he does it in a way that the other is COMFORTABLE with.

#escapedartgeek #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ wake queue up i'm fever dreaming ⊱ ◜q◞

[indigodreames]

“I should have known. I should have seen the signs.” - for lex from either olivia benson (if you want like… someone who is investigating all that happened to her) or sujin (since he was also bounced around from house to house, they may have crossed paths) / @mythous

"Sometimes we ignore the signs even if they're right in front of our FACES." Lex said with a shrug of her shoulders. She wasn't upset or anything about it. It wasn't like she was very vocal about her past anyways. She much preferred to put that part of her life behind her. Focus on what she had now. To preserve the LEGACY that Mr. Ngo had left with her after he passed away.

#mythous #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #tysm for this ! #i left this open for either olivia or sujin tbh #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ wake queue up i'm fever dreaming ⊱ ◜q◞

[indigodreames]

❛ everyone is a bad guy, and there's no way to know who's the worst. ❜ - for cami from mira ? / @mythous

"You can trust me --" Cami's quick to say. Perhaps a bit too EAGERLY that it might sound like she couldn't be trusted at all. However, she wanted to prove to the other that she wasn't like the bad entities, she wasn't bad. She hadn't done anything wrong, or hurt anyone. She was simply just going about her life --- or well, AFTERLIFE in what she considered as peaceful as it could get when you were completely alone.

#mythous #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ you haven't been drowning ; you overflow ⊱ ◜answered◞ #。‧ * ‧: ✧ ┊ wake queue up i'm fever dreaming ⊱ ◜q◞