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amid the clamor of impulsivity that rages through his peculiar orbs, the figure of sejun stands solitary amongst his only female companion. he swears under the light as though prohibited by the gesture that his only capability is to mimic gradual movements, assisted, of course, by the sun's BURNING light. his head sways toward her direction and a faint intake of air becomes the only noise that seeps through their silent sanctuary. "you do know you sound even more unrealistic as an adult than as a child, yea?" his nose scrunched in thought, meek laughter falling prey into the oblivion. "you haven't changed since the last time we've seen each other."

open to: m/f/nb

“I am not a child you know,” the redhead is quick to huff, arms crossing over chest, not a child but certainly acting like one wasn’t she? “I’m a grown woman who can make decisions for herself.” you could practically hear the foot stomp that should have accompanied the words green orbs finally returning to the other.

#⊹˳⁺ . ❑ ◞ verse ∴ main ›

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if   you   could   be   either   god’s   worst   enemy   or   nothing,   which   would   you   choose?

a b s o l u t i o n

detroitmental   is   a   semi-selective   and   multi-au   indie   rp   account   penned   by   prophet.   plots   may   contain   nsfw   and   tw   material   which   are   all   tagged   appropriately.

#krp #krp ad #indie horror #indie rp #indie oc rp #indie horror rp #indie krp #horror rp #⊹˳⁺ . ❑ ◞ self promotion › hyun sejun #⊹˳⁺ . ❑ ◞ pinned › hyun sejun

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I’m back and ready to polish my muse once more for Hyun Sejun’s sake. That man has been calling me in my dreams to revive him and here it finally is. Let’s get to writing again, shall we?

#OOC: ANNOUNCEMENT

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IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

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quick post for a hiatus!!! will be back.

#important #ooc: announcement

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terror in the mind of god.

open   to:   f   /   m   /   nb

muse:   hyun   sejun

prompt:  none

men   may   quickly   become   evil   by   giving   in   to   selfishness,   despair,   or   even   ennui.   however,   fun   and   profit   do   not   explain   the   whole   picture,   not   even   the   slightest   bit   as   it   can   be   a   myriad   of   extensive   explanations:   one   that   may   be   difficult   to   haunt   as   time   goes   on.   DESTRUCTION   as   lightly   described   by   him   does   nothing   to   bring   the   weariness   that   he   is   already   intoxicated   with.   not   to   mention   the   little   whiff   of   a   strong   metallic   taste   that   seem   to   taste   even   more   inebriating   than   any   vodka   he   has   ever   tasted.

yet,   REVOLUTIONS   and   violent   images   circulate   in   his   mind   like   the   news   of   death.   he   finds   it   equivocal,   interestingly   committed   from   the   start   to   the   fundamental   transformation   of   the   structure   of   power.   over   time,   in   some   fundamental   cases,   cynicism   takes   hold   of   one’s   values.   the   holy   war   within   him   becomes   a   career   as   much   as   it   is   a   passion.   what   starts   as   moral   fervour   becomes   a   sophisticated   question   for   balance.   for   redemption.

and   he   thinks,   really   falls   to   the   CONCLUSION   that   these   all   end   up   as   greed—for   money,   political   power,   or   attention.   the   cries   and   woes   of   many,   including   his   voice,   are   drowned   by   the   thundering   bolt   of   a   gavel:   justice   is   never   really   served.   “are   you   suggesting   torture?”   the   question   becomes   irrefutable   to   laugh   at.   it   reeks   of   pretentiousness.   “did   you   know   jung   once   said   that   evil   was   inherent,   not   only   in   human   being,   but   also   in   god.   it   makes   me   think,   this   world   is   a   continuous   obliterating   mess   of   decay.”

#hyun sejun: open starter #open starter #open rp #horror rp #indie horror rp #indie horror #feel free to expand on this #indie oc rp #indie rp #indie krp #krp lit #krp oc

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it is said that vengeance is sweet— but it has ever only tasted like blood to me.

death: a promise always kept.  //  m.a.w (via dvoyd)

#hyun sejun: musing #tw: blood #tw: violence

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𝐓𝐘𝐏𝐄𝐒 𝐎𝐅 𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄 — 𝐖𝐄𝐀𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑 : HYUN SEJUN

bold for always, italicize for sometimes, strikethrough for never.

RAIN -   melancholy at best , introspective , severely misunderstood , pleasure in the subdued , helping in your own way , dreams in poetry , the slowness of falling asleep , refreshing meditation .

SUN -  sunbleached clothes , futures that are too bright , everything at arm’s length , balancing intensity , blind encouragement , comfort of sleep , distracting sunspots in your vision , necessity of growth .

STORM - chaos with a purpose , emotions running high , natural comfortable anarchy , high volume , leaving your mark ,  brief flashes of violence , rambling quickly , the intensity of desire .

WIND -  running towards instead of away , instinctive motivation , making an impact , knows everyone who knows anyone , playful pranks , mood swings in a split second , collecting old trinkets , uncontrollable focus .

SNOW -  serene on the surface , cold blooded heart , love it or hate it attitude , good memories , heavy discussions , sharp determination , relentless resolve , not as scary as it seems .

tagged by @noctevita​

tagging: @redemptioninterlude & @vulpesse

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Anti-honesty hour. Ask me anything and I will respond with blatant lies.

#hyun sejun: memes #feel free to send in asks and i'll reply accordingly #sejun is a liar #this will be easy peasy for him lol #indie rp #indie oc rp #indie horror rp #horror rp #open to non-mutuals #rp meme

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ok! finally merged hyun sejun and moon soohyun into one character (as it should’ve been in the first place). i’ve written a part of the foundation’s skeleton by mentioning sejun is a dual fc with multiple verses. does this mean i have to make another promo ad? will consider.

so far, i’m done tweaking my blog’s theme and i’m happy with the look! give this a like and i’ll come to you to plot, if possible? or i can also leave memes on your ask. it’ll be random.

#ooc #now to write drabbles or musings #i think i'm all cool for now #will get to replying threads now #goodbye moon soohyun

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deluded   with   his   confusion   with   the   calm   of   the   sunlight,   he   finds   himself   a   refuge   from   the   stormy   days   that   seem   to   pollute   his   life.   it   is   that   very   moment   that   becomes   a   tranquil   and   steadfast   memory,   how   he   has   come   to   this,   he   doesn’t   remember.   so,   casting   a   hand   to   caress   her   cheek,   a   small   boyish   laughter   leaves   his   lips,   “try   to   sleep.   you   can’t   keep   hiding   from   the   sun   forever.”   he   teases,   already   knowing   what   she   would   say   next.   the   clouds   stir   to   cover   a   bit   of   the   sunlight,   silent;   upon   clear   at   last.

@detroitmental​ liked this post for a lyric starter !! song: Song For Isabelle - Pierce The Veil muse: Alice

“I can’t sleep with all this sunlight,” Alice groaned as she pulled the blanket up over her head.

#sejun v. alice #hyun sejun: interactions

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dropped hwang rafael from my muses! currently i’m writing two muses, hyun sejun and moon soohyun. both of which aren’t too far off from each other, i might consider dropping either one of them as i think i’m a little repetitive when it comes to characterisation of my muses. will most likely stick with hyun sejun. fc might be dual, does that make sense?

#ooc

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an   isolate   realm   of   garden   circles   around   the   bleak   and   tumultuous   atmosphere.   nearly   devoid   of   any   conspicuous   feeling,   at   most,   soohyun   serves   no   beacon   towards   his   destinies   when   really,   the   importune   of   stress   and   sound   become   not   only   as   an   annoyance   but   also   a   divergence   of   attention.   breathing   the   mess   of   the   world,   he   averts   his   gaze   towards   the   pretty   little   flower.   at   least   then,   the   eye   candy   can   muse   him,   unlike   his   date.   truly,   he   tries   to   be   nice,   but   his   focus   has   been   lifted   to   a   faraway   land   where   the   west   lights   glimmer   as   though   stars   in   a   furled   silver   haze.   the   skaters   around   them   articulate   an   ocean   sounding   ambience,   voiceless,   on   the   shoal   of   silence   and   tranquillity   yet   soohyun   sees   it   as   nothing   but   darkened   sea-coasts—a   whelming   tide   that   waits   upon   unsuspecting   souls   whilst   fronting   as   a   rock.   “i   was   only   paid   to   be   here.”   he   responds   while   the   intention   is   unknown   on   whether   it   may   be   the   truth   or   not.   to   him,   it   is   a   clear   cast   where   visions   come   undone.   “guess   our   job   isn’t   far   off.   we’re   paid   to   act   accordingly   to   our   customers.”

*     ╱     𝐎𝐏𝐄𝐍 𝐅𝐎𝐑 𝐀𝐋𝐋   .

    *    carbon   dioxide   inflates   bubble   forming   at   brims   of   coral   petals   ,   bursts   at   tumultuous   beat   drops   of   distasteful   electronic   music   .   mandible   located   in   palm   of   metacarpals   with   optics   that   survey   sea   of   scintillating   cavort   roller   skaters   flutter   in   and   out   of   reality   ,   had   crammed   night   before   allowing   for   slumber   in   any   setting   .   wasn’t   until   prosaic   melodious   voice   is   bearing   femme   back   in   to   reality      &      only   inducing   sour   attitude   to   froth   within   confinements   of   chest   and   leak   past   petals   .    ‘    shouldn’t    you    ,    i    don’t    know    ,    be    flirting    with    your    date    and    not    me    by    any    chance    ?    ‘   

#moon soohyun: interactions

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“Everything is prettier when everyone else is asleep.” — from nari ( thank you for liking my promo darling !)

it is with no small amount of trepidation that sejun takes his place behind this desk, and face a learned individual—a friend, in less likelihood—to bear the thousand things to say that his tongue can spit. how needless it is to form a phrase and choose well thought out words like small wind-riven birds that chirp an endless tune. it is in a trembling old fashion idealisation that a sufficient number of people become a tangled mess of irony and displacement.

she may do as she inclines, yet he finds the profoundest of observations be a thought of conventional morality. a belief systematic enough to constitute a definite tone of attitude where a particular thing—perhaps, self, overcome.

he owes such influence on certain authorities that cling to his life like leech in a form of non-mutual attraction. trusting those words sufficiently, he deems and hopes nari will show that not all enchanting innocence may prosper without dark human passions.

“a metaphor of peace, i see. all to form a serene scene where musing solitude might lift and guide one’s soul. it is when the silence is undisturbed, so cold, so bright, and so still. why, it is indeed interesting to see beauty amidst the favourable and quietude rest.”

#hyun sejun: interactions #sejun v. nari #pcstilnt

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People label themselves with all sorts of adjectives. I can only pronounce myself as ‘nauseatingly miserable beyond repair’.

Franz Kafka, Diaries of Franz Kafka (via philosophybits)

#moon soohyun: vessel

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mccnxhild​:

open to: m/nb ↳ plot: we’ve been friends for a while, and i’ve been in love with you forever and for a while i thought there was a chance and now you have a girlfriend and god i wish i was her, inspo. heather, conan gray

ellie was terrible at processing her feelings, realizing things too late. and she was just as bad about speaking up, always realizing something better she could have said hours later, she just needed time to process things. something her brother dean has always told her was okay, but it seemed to hinder her a lot of the time. this was no exception. it was funny the way timelines work and how quickly everything changes, just a few months ago she was wearing the other’s sweaters, and being told that she looks better in it then the other. they shared all their time together, but god if only they knew how much she liked them, but she couldn’t spit it out.

and now things were all messed up, she had missed her chance. they were dating heather now. she wore their sweater while they told her how much better she looked in it. a sweater she grew so familiar with it was a comfort item to ellie, that was no longer hers. of course they liked heather, she was perfect. smart, funny and god was she pretty much more so then herself it was a clear choice.  “i wish i were heather.” the thoughts slip out as the other is gushing about their girlfriend and she quickly tries to cover up. “i mean because you treat her so well! i would love for someone to treat me like that.” she smiles sadly hoping they buy it.

while drowning, soohyun sits there with dreams that bind his tongue and lips. it creeps down to his fingertips as troubles float past his memory. like a careless child in the drifts does he listen to her speak, even if the path is not cut through, the door leads to nowhere but to his understanding of her. save for the whispering of the north winds, his shining eyes on the cold world shines warm and bright from its snowy comb. as it clears itself from the chimney’s throat, a nod is released, meant to please, meant to give her the ease of such brutal reality.

in truth, he did not always know—not even at this time as he forks his pasta. “you think i treat her well?” he responds, one day he will learn the cost of pain among the shadows’ dim. its fragrance will set apart one hallowed day for him to truly understand it in her shoes. but solitudes apart, he cannot tell what it is in her heart. “heather is just so…” he pauses, the gates of many mornings and the glow of sunset become fire-gold in the windowpane right next to him.

“it feels natural to take care of her. not that i’m saying she’s feeble and vulnerable. maybe i just took on the role of a knight-in-shining armour.” the fall of the leaves catches his attention—it is that time of the year again. “she makes me forget about the storms in my head.” the wonder never goes out of his eyes when he sees the leaves are swept from the sidewalk. things taken for granted loose the touch of newness and dazzle, and to him, perhaps ellie would have been in that position had he been aware.

#moon soohyun: interactions #soohyun v. ellie

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blvshskies​:

she never expected to bump into him after the summer. there was something surreal about being faced with him after being so sure that the two were never to cross paths ever again. miso remembered when they said goodbye and was reminded of the heartache she had after growing comfortable with seeing him so often. steps closed closer to him to fill in gap between them. she nods when he answers her question. “business, i see.” cold hands found their way into her coat pocket, a small smile spreads across her lips, curious eyes follow to look up at him. “oh, yeah, of course, i’ve been doing fine. i actually just came back from work and that was surprisingly nice. sejun, how have you been?” it was hard for the female to hide her smile but she didn’t bother hiding it. "i was wondering if maybe you wanted to go for some food? unless you’re busy today then maybe another time?”

he stands there with dreams and mates with the shadows of each busy-moving individual. each tick of the time somehow speaks to him with volumes that, adoringly, speak of her. his longing vision senses the unseen, art-wise hand beginning to the trace her pallid waiting appearance. ever so present is love’s magic trickery despite the voiceless months of sleepless nights. he grasps the gleaming grace with no pain or parting, smiling once again at her in a manner so friendly that he has forgotten his own departure that hot summer.

“actually, i don’t mind that.” he uncurls himself from the ground by stepping forward, enough to breathe in the same air as her before he looks down to say: “i missed having meals with you.” when he had left the scanted place, his arms are loaded down, costing him to shun himself with work as a distraction. regretting all the times he dips his face and arms in clover blooms where the gardens soar. he dreams of this very day to meet her again and now that she has come close to heaven, all he can say are scantily chosen words that do not even come close to the sentences he has practised in his head. “do you still like that restaurant we used to go to? or has your palate changed since then, miso?”

#hyun sejun: interactions #sejun v. miso