Dead Poets Society

HAPPY NEW YEAR EVERYONE!! The last year had been one hell of a ride and some may have noticed I hadn’t been as much around as I used to. Many things had happend the past year and I think I can say it left a mark on all of us. BUT I’ve learned two things through out the past year. First, I follow some amazing people as well as writers. A big thank you for sticking around! I’m glad I can call you a mutual and I hope we will create some great threads together or just admire each others talent from afar ;D The second thing I learned is taking one day at a time. Everyone moves at a different pace and this is okay. Don’t rush or push yourself to things you’re not ready for yet. One day you’ll be and then it won’t feel as difficult anymore. So, I think that’s enough from me for now. Please stay as amazing as you all are & welcome 2021! 

If words were a weapon, Junya had inevitably struck him down. “Is that… what you think?” Yukwon questioned, light brown irises that had widened at the assumption now slowly dimming with his furrowed brows. His gaze had fallen to the ground while his lips twitched and pursed from the physical ailments that came from returning to that point in his life. The memories, as fragmented as they were, painted a clear picture of his thoughts only moments before he had acted. “You–… you really have some nerve, Junya.” He could feel a strong pulse in his chest as he gritted his teeth a raised a hand to the center of his body and grip onto the fabric of his shirt. He was trying his best to calm himself down knowing the consequences of allowing his emotions to harass him, but it was becoming difficult with a flooded array of memories straining his heart. 

Yukwon’s confession sliced into the wall she had built between them and shattered her resolve. By the time he has finished speaking, Junya has flinched multiple times and was on the verge of tears when he hit the mailbox. She struggled to keep her breathing from becoming erratic. The sensation of drowning was becoming so strong, she gasped as wave after wave of past regrets slammed into her. “No—” She stated softly, forcing her way out of the ocean that had become her mind. Several thoughts stayed at the forefront of her mind: ‘I could cry’, ‘I could run’, ‘I could leave’. Instead, the brunette remained rooted to the spot because deep-down she didn’t want to be the person she used to be. Yukown’s words were soaked in the truth—a harsh truth that was like ingesting poison. “I am not trying to stand here and act holier than thou, Yukwon. I would never—” She replied, wanting to clear that up even though her tongue felt heavy and his poison-filled words still coursing through her veins. “My guilt and fear guided my actions back then. I was young, arrogant, and terrified.” She paused, her eyes studying the ground between them. Occasionally, she lifted her gaze to stare at the dent he had made in the mailbox but wasn’t brave enough to look directly at him. She had brought that anger and hurt out of him. Their love story had started out like a fairy tale, and now they were cutting each other with the broken pieces of its memory.

How long has it been since Dohyun has laid eyes on Ivan? How long has it been since the demigod has heard his voice or even received fucking text message? He’s not even sure how they fell out of contact for so long. Life has a tendency to get in the way of things, especially between two people who don’t seem particularly keen on chasing each other down. Dohyun doesn’t beg for attention (most of the time) and he certainly didn’t with Ivan.

To say that Dohyun misses Ivan would be an understatement. Wherever they were when they had left off, Dohyun had been unable to describe it but what he did know was that Ivan confused him in many ways and right now, as he’s staring at the man who just so happens to be casually walking down the street, Dohyun suddenly feels his emotions manifest in the form of blind rage.

At first, all he can do is stand there as his pea brain attempts to sort through what he’s feeling. Dohyun’s fists clench against his thighs, dark brown eyes burning holes into the seemingly unsuspecting god that he’s watching mere feet away across the street. It’s Ivan, unmistakably so. Dohyun would know that face and demeanor anywhere, so matter how much time has passed since their last meeting.

And suddenly, all he can think to do is attack like a wild dog. Barely even waiting for the crosswalk light to signal that it’s safe to cross the road, the demigod is to the other side of the street in record time. He comes up behind the other male, reaching out to snatch him by the shoulder in order to give a hard yank that ideally would make them spin around to face him.

Ivan would catch a glimpse of Dohyun’s angry face mere moments before his clenched fist sails toward Ivan’s jawline.

Fuck you, the demigod echoes in his mind. I fucking missed you. Where the hell have you been?!

He had landed in S.Korea about five days ago after spending a few weeks at his shops in China and Japan. In order to not have to explain his necessary absences, Ivan only hired his offspring or his disciples to work for him. This allowed for his businesses to continue to run like clockwork and his clients to remain satisfied. Since S.Korea was his main location, the God had bought a loft a few blocks from his shop to make his commute easier. He had been tied up with a client the entire morning, which was why he was just now going out for a late lunch. The others at the shop were still busy, so as thanks for all their hard work, Ivan decided to order food for the entire staff and pick it up.

Dark hues scanned his phone as he navigated his way through the crowded sidewalk with ease. He briefly glanced up to check his surroundings and make sure he hadn’t missed the restaurant. Lowing his phone, his reflexes were fast enough that within the blink of an eye he caught a fist in midair. The fist had been mere inches from making a connection with his jaw, but Ivan’s obsidian hues were focused on the owner of the fist. His free hand slipped his phone into his pocket while his head cocked to the side. “Dohyun,” The God’s voice broke the silence between them, almost like a quiet rumble of thunder. His Yucatecan accent still clung to his words since it took a few months after he returned for it to be less noticeable. He hadn’t seen the demigod in ages and that was entirely Ivan’s fault. He knew the younger male was insufferably stubborn and quick to rise in temper.

Everything passes, everything wears out, everything breaks.

- French proverb

I figured this would help new and old followers who aren’t sure where to start. I have added two new muses named Winter and Sangwook. I am also in the process of adding one more muse. (I know. I know.). This last one won’t be ready for a while. I do a lot of research before making each muse, so that is why it takes so long.

I have five muses that are supernatural and three muses that are human.

Supernatural:

Dorian- Immortal. My version of Oscar Wilde’s Dorian Gray. {Biography || Face}

Izumi - Shadow/Blood demon. {Biography || Face}

Ivan- Acat the Mayan God of Piercings and Body modifications. {Biography || Face}

Cassius - Fallen Angel. He was once Cassiel, the Archangel of Solitude and Tears/Temperance. {Biography || Face}

Ember - Witch. The reincarnation of Lilith and high priestess of her coven. {Biography || Face}

Human:

Shadow - Human and a drug lord. {Biography || Face}

Winter- Human who is an empath. {Biography}

Sangwook- Human and the step-brother of @moonaeraa. {Biography || Face}

Keep in mind that being supernatural is not something that my muses would easily make known. They have all acclimated and blended into modern society as if they were normal humans. Unless your muse is supernatural or it has been plotted it would be impossible to tell.