perpetually hungry

Sooo I’m joining the follow-forever wave just because it’s a good opportunity to thank the wonderful people I’ve had the great pleasure of writing with here. These range from new faces to muses who have been with me for almost a year now, and I am thankful for each and every one of you. “There is no greater agony than bearing an untold story inside you.” 

jkbaws - My only bae. I have stated numerous times my discomfort in talking ooc but with you, I am truly comfortable. You mean as much to me as Jennie does to Jisoo. xaphun - I don’t think I will ever tire of writing with you. My muse has developed so much under Daehyun’s wing (pun intended c:) & I treasure every fuzzy/angsty/ANY interaction. ssaecularis - Senpai ;; I just ?? am convinced I’ve fallen for your syntax?? You set the most glorious bar for me and I respect and adore your threads so much. THANK YOU. kyungsoomd - Where are you B/ Regardless of when you’ll see this I want to stress how thankful I am for your patience in my changing muses. Whichever it is, you’re always #1. mysterioxs - Be it one or two novellas I am always up for a Hanna/Jisoo thread. You are always so consistent and rewarding to write with – plus, an absolute sweetheart!

The following have also passed the half-year mark with me, and are truly wonderful blogs:

ximpvlsive, iso2108, hayleykxm, suyeonj, lrvnz, ferskcn, aevxur, amaranthvne

I have only begun writing with these folk but I am fascinated by their style, and wish to continue for a long time (if you’ll have me, heh):

luckyjae, rexisioned, olimpxs, raulki, jeongui, yoruv, chushiyx, nightxinxgale

Aaand the following are people I have yet to interact with, but I enjoy seeing on my dash. Perhaps we can change that some time?

chiaso, vixxcifer, xithymia, asolus, estrnged, daekan, griefdreamer ( + some more people I’m probably going to whine about for forgetting. But thank you all so much. )

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“ I must be a mermaid, teacher. I have no fear of depths and a great fear of shallow living. “

It felt like he was in a video game, not that he’s played a whole lot of them. He’s seen the type, though, which had the player trapped in a labyrinth of secrets and wonders as the wary participant struggles to break free of it’s chain and exit the maze successfully.  This is how the journalist felt, to the point that even his unwavering will to hold steadfast to his course was starting to wither away. He needed to hold on to his sanity, or else he could end up making a fool of himself in public.  In front of those he’s seen and those he had yet to see again.  

    The reply Raúl shot back was comforting in its overwhelming positivity. For better or for worse, the educator’s fellow Westerner looked to have completely and utterly dismissed any of his potentially shared anxieties for the sake of an absolute answer. He did want to hang out with the broad-shouldered bachelor, that was the gist of his eventually instantaneous (in retrospect) response. Wide, almond-shaped eyes quickly studied the taller’s features, chestnut orbs analyzing the thoughtful pose and gestures with ease. The prospective host’s innate counter was much less like a deer in headlights and more along the lines of a parent, willing to learn how best to act for the sake of their toddler’s psychological and physical development. Another laugh crept up on the lawyer, ripping his natural autonomy from every muscle that adorned the sweet curvature of his somewhat cherubic expression; covering the plush shape of his sizable lips with the rear of an agile wrist, the casual athlete let his chest shake in amusement before nodding his head slowly, shaking the sentiment off with the literal sway of his lazy palm. He was beginning to feel more like a living, breathing schoolgirl trope, when his mind processed his mannerisms as each moment passed. Seconds were fragile, each cluster dismissed by the minute. Well, that was embarrassing. played on repeat.

“Sign?” Vague memories of his young sister fawning over various gossip magazines, sitting crosslegged in a hammock and signing out his future, flocked back to him. Back then, in his teens, the horoscopes slapped on pastel pink and blue pages connected to one another, like a book saga, rather than real separated scenarios. He felt he could be all of the signs, depending on the day, and that didn’t seem indicative of multiple personality disorder in the slightest–– He kept his conclusions to himself though, having little idea of the development of astrology in the twenty-first century or the complex science behind it. It was romantic, the notion that the stars held his destiny, and such casual romanticism enthralled him. His own faith had been questioned many a time by onlookers but he found belief never reduced a person to a less intelligent individual; if anything having a rock to believe in made people stronger. Didn’t understand the connotations of his star sign, but he pulled a name from somewhere in the back of his mind. Added in a disclaimer for extra measure. “I’m a Libra, I think. October the 10th. I don’t know what that means but, I’m sure you can tell me.”

     however; his nerves come without warning as they fall. see the scattering of his eyes across the room when the latter just keeps cracking, cracking and cracking his goddamn fingers, why, he ought toー

His nose wrinkles as he ponders over a question he already knows the response to; it’s somewhat of a rhetoric, and yet he feels like Jack could provide him with insightful vindication or a funny take on it. Experience answers no. It’s a broadening of the subject matter, and could be viewed as a tangent, but, thieves come in all shapes and sizes, for him. Human nature demands the race take without really asking, to be greedy, as shown in the natural self-righteous self-deemed attitude of entitlement. We are the Superior Species. The world ‘belongs’ to us, so we pollute it, we kill it, we change it. And then, we poke it and prod it when it doesn’t work like it used to. Humans don’t just inhabit, they steal, in order to survive. And, just because it is sometimes a necessary action, it does not make it any less of a travesty. It’s not often Raúl really discusses existential dilemmas, but when he does, the truth is excruciating enough to make him compelled. Compelled to share.  

“I have this theory. The human beings are all born thieves. Steal time, money, the truth, hearts, resources, culture... All take things that don’t belong to them from one another. It’s in our DNA, I think. 

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       “Hyung’s so silly it’s crazy at times. I don’t get it– and people call me dumb, but he’s just on a completely different level. A fun level, that type of person you can’t know what to expect next with… I’m really not a worthy company, I need to become more fun before I meet him first.”

             “But he’s so much taller than I am… and I’m quite tall. Hm. I wonder if he’ll ever be able to take me out on a fun outing… then again, it seems like he’s too busy being admired by everyone. I mean, look how handsome and smooth he is, all the girls must be all over him– I should ask for an advice, but he’ll probably laugh at me. I know I would.”