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Song: Carry On Wayward SonArtist: Kansas
Seungjun reclined on a patch of grass in the middle of the park, arms and legs spread out with his backpack tucked into his side as he stared at the sky. There were many thoughts going through his head, but mostly, he tried to just focus on the tufts of white floating in and out of his vision. He closed his eyes and breathed out a sigh.
The loneliness was disconcerting sometimes.
Even the bundle of cash in his back pocket couldn't quell the anxious feelings stirring in his gut. He worked hard to make his life worth living, often going without sleep and food just to work and get his name out there. While growing ever more successful and increasing his professional network, he was sorely lacking in friends. It didn't help that he was...eccentric, to say the least. People thought he was strange, and he knew that, and he tried to be less so but it was difficult when he assumed he was the normal one.
He picked a dandelion from the grass and held it up above his face, twisting the stem to get a look at it before tucking the flower behind his ear. "Now your life's no longer empty," he told himself, drifting clouds reflecting off of his pupils. The sky stared back at him, the clouds never staying in one place for long. His fingertips drifted over the cool grass beneath them, searching for another dandelion to pick. It wasn't like him to have such low spirits, and he mentally shook himself, forcing himself to get up off of the ground. He dusted his clothes off and swung his backpack over his shoulders, keeping the yellow bud in hand as he ambled down the sidewalk. Surely heaven waits for you. Heaven, in whatever form it took, would be reluctant to come to him. Things in life never just sat there for him to gain so easily, he always had to fight for them. What made friendship any different?
Straighteng his spine a little more, Seungjun opted to just do as he always had and meet people his own way. He met the gaze of a pretty blonde walking along the same sidewalk, and, stepping in front of her, bowed with one hand behind his back while the other presented her the flower. "For you," he hummed, glancing up with a smile and hoping she wouldn't be too off-put by his sudden introduction.
I just want to get something off my chest.
To everyone bashing people who choose to play a sexual muse of any sort. How is this your business? You have no obligation to follow anyone who decides to portray their muse as someone sexual. There is nothing that forces you to follow anyone of the BDSM muse nature or of the Prostitute variety or of any other sexual category.
You can blacklist our names, ignore us and use many other means of making sure that you never see what we post. So why take the time to send in all this hatred about us?
You assume that all of us are lacking something somewhere in our lives for making muses that fall into these categories. So, is an author who creates a book based around vampirism and supernatural situations really longing to be a vampire and secretly hopes that someday they’ll become one? Is a screenwriter who creates an elaborate death scene for a movie secretly a psychopath beneath his or her friendly face? Just because an actor plays a homosexual on television, does it mean he’s truthfully lying to his wife of 15+ years?
I chose to play my muse because I wanted to try something different. I was not “inspired” by 50 Shades of Grey. In fact, I’ve no desire to read a book about an abusive relationship. Much like how I never read Twilight because it’s also about an abusive relationship. I used to read Laurell K Hamilton books and I stopped once every chapter began to have a sex scene or something similar. I also refuse to read flowery romance novels because I don’t believe you should call a vagina a “lotus flower” and watch it “bloom.” Smut can in fact detract from certain situations, so I know how you can become frustrated with it. But it’s not the evil you all make it out to be.
As someone who loves writing, I move around from genre to genre. I’ve gone from a general RPer to an AU Rper to an OC and back. I’ve been innocent, somewhat brazen and now carefree. I’ve maintained RP relationships that didn’t rely on sexual intercourse. I’ve had RP relationships that the characters couldn’t keep their hands off each other. It’s all dependent on what you’re comfortable with and what your muse leads you to.
But please, instead of hiding behind your little anon button and calling us all gross and trash, just get off your high horses and do what’s best for you. We’re not actually causing you grief. Not unless you permit our existence to do so. Life your life and be young, free and happy. We’ll live our lives being what we want to be as well.
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I think people would be happier if they admitted things more often. In a sense we are all prisoners of some memory, or fear, or disappointment—we are all defined by something we can’t change.
Simon Van Booy, The Illusion of Separateness
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Song: DaylightArtist: Maroon 5
He was drifting ever deeper, unconsciousness wrapping around him like a blanket and weighing down his eyelids. Seungjun shook his head and shifted back up into a sitting position, arms wrapped tight around his torso as he fought to stay awake. Deadlines were always tough for him, and this one had definitely been no exception. A bout of allergies had caused him to be a day behind schedule, and so here he sat covered in paint flecks from head to toe after an all night jam session with a few gallons of paint and a half finished mural that, miraculously, now covered an expanse akin to the size of his entire apartment--completed. He was too tired to feel the little bubble of pride blossoming in his chest, too worn out and sore to care about the fat check nestled deep into his backpack. He would cash it out later.
His body tipped forward as he dozed off once more, his eyes fluttering closed. The sun was just beginning to peek over the horizon, turning his eyelids red with light and forcing him awake enough to sit back against the bench. "The sky is getting bright, the stars are burning out. Somebodyyyy slow it doooown," he half murmured, half sang under his breath. His English was terrible, the light lisp of his tongue more pronounced in his drowsy state, which made him laugh a little. With one headphone lodged in his ear, he swayed, leaning his head back and stretching his long legs out in front of him as he eventually fell asleep, unaware of the tripping hazard he was creating with his legs splayed over the sidewalk.
god that was such a lie, no wait— most of the time I am loud but when i’m not loud [‘cocks her head to the side and squints; I have no clue of what i’m trying to say right now, i’m so dumb. [‘headbutts his shoulder gently; thanks for hearing me.
*he raises a brow in confusion, though his lips quirk into a smile* You aren't dumb, just...tired, perhaps? I can never do words properly when I'm tired. It might explain the quietness too. *chuckling softly, he ruffles her hair* You are strange and adorable. What's your name?
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Lean On Me [ Seungjun + Bunny ]
While the train wasn’t Bunny’s transportation of daily choice, she did enjoy using it. It allowed her to move at her own pace when she had the chance. And today was one of those rare moments, having been able to catch the train after running a few errands. While on most days she would have been worried about concealing her identity, it had been a rather slow and rainy afternoon when she boarded, so she didn’t believe that there would have been much of a reason to. Well, that was, however, until the train stopped at a few more stops. Then before she knew it, there was a crowd of people rushing on, bringing with them loud noise and droplets of water.
Thankfully for her, the boy that had been sitting beside her for majority of the ride. She’d never been one to speak to strangers or even acknowledge them (since her demeanor scared them away by itself apparently), but it seemed that as her eyes began to grow heavy, he became the perfect pillow. It was accidentally of course, since she’d never intended for it, but as she fell deeper into a sleep, her body began to become more comfortable against his. It wasn’t until someone’s body brushed against her legs did she finally sit up, a bit quicker than intended, giving herself a momentary bout of whiplash. Holding a hand against the side of her face, she turned to the male whose shoulder she’d been leaning against, an apologetic smile on her lips.
”Oh gosh, I’m sorry. I hope I didn’t bother you too much, I didn’t expect to fall asleep, let alone on you.” Her cheeks flushed with embarrassment and she reached over to smooth down his shirt where her head had been. Fidgeting a bit in her seat, she subconsciously scooted closer to the window, wanting to give him space, since she’d already invaded it.
Seungjun jolted awake when a sudden movement took the warmth away from the side of his body, glancing around with bleary eyes to make sure he was safe. All seemed to be well, merely a person jostling by to get through for their stop. Finally! The person who had been standing on his foot had gone, and he wiggled his toes in new appreciation for the room in his battered boots. A soft voice spoke up from beside him, and remembering who had been there before he fell asleep, he turned to give the girl a sleepy smile, rubbing his eyes. "Hey, it's no problem! I dozed off myself," he laughed softly, stretching his arms out in front of him. He sighed in satisfaction when his elbows cracked, setting his hands back into his lap.
Glancing over again when he felt her hands smoothing down his shirt, his eyes crinkled with a smile. Too cute, he thought to himself, stifling the urge to frown when she moved away. The old woman that had been beside him seem to have moved, so he backed up a little to give the girl space as well, since she seemed to be flustered from their initial contact. "Everyone falls asleep on random train strangers sometimes, it just happens," he said in an attempt to be comforting. "I don't mind, really! You kept me warm." He laughed, blushing a bit as he realized it was probably a strange thing to say.
"Ah, but if it makes you feel any better, my name is Seungjun. There, we're not strangers anymore, right? Well, that is, after you tell me your name too, miss." He cocked his head to the side, gazing at her expectantly.
[‘hiccups and waddles closer, squishing his cheeks together; I’m a very quiet girl.
*puckers his lips as his cheeks are squished, moving them like a fish for a moment before speaking* Oh, well that's okay then. I heard you. *reaches his hands up to squish her cheeks together as well, prodding gently* Is this a new greeting custom that I haven't been made aware of?
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/ / / / / σ¢. ℓιтєяαтє. мαтυяє.
↔ °яᴇʙʟᴏɢ ⇉ ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ.
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hello.
That is a very quiet hello. You should shout it louder so people can hear you!
Adrian furrowed his brows and let out a rather loud sigh. The boy wouldn’t take his eyes off him and it started to feel.. uncomfortable; but oh he knew why. Even though others denied it, Adrian was.. beautiful, handsome. All Morois were tall and really pretty and he was no exception, really. What would he expect from a human? They just stayed still at times and looked at him, his green eyes were weird and not normal either so he’d get weird glances around. “Oh— well thank you?” He smiled at the stranger, licking over his lips. It was pretty late, really. “But.. isn’t it too late? I mean, be careful, hm?” His brows raised a little and he patted the spot next to him. “Or you can sit down.. Eh, I’m Adrian, by the way. What’s your job? I thought shops and stuff closed long ago.” The vampire frowned; he thought about that, yes, since the bar he worked at closed long ago.
Chuckling with a bit of embarrassment, Seungjun nodded and took a seat beside the stranger, setting his backpack into his lap. He smoothed out the zippers before setting his elbows on top of it, resting his chin in his hands as he glanced over at the stranger once more. "It is pretty late, huh? Sometimes when I get in the zone, I forget what time it is," he snorted, shaking his head. "It's nice to meet you, Adrian." Ah, so a foreigner? No wonder he was so otherwordly looking. He had to pull his gaze away from the man's ethereal green eyes, shifting to pull a portfolio out of his backpack to hand to the other. "I'm Seungjun, an artist! I mostly do commissions for murals in businesses and things like that, though there is the occasional portrait request. I just go in whenever the business closes and work as much as I can before I get too tired, you know?" He beamed proudly, gesturing with his hands as he spoke. "Though it's nice to see the surprise on everyone's faces the next day when they walk in. I try to get up early so I can watch." The young artist turned his attention back to Adrian, nudging him lightly with his elbow. "You're one to talk, though," he commented with a smile. "What do you do that has you out so late?"
