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hi idk if anyone active still follows me here but i made a new multimuse and i kinda want to start over so i used a new alias and anywho i don’t want to post the link here but i’d really like to keep writing with people who like writing with me so message me for the new url thank u bye
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incubus
/ˈiNGkyəbəs/
noun
𝚊 𝙻𝚒𝚕𝚒𝚗-𝚍𝚎𝚖𝚘𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚖𝚊𝚕𝚎 𝚏𝚘𝚛𝚖 𝚠𝚑𝚘, 𝚊𝚌𝚌𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚘𝚕𝚘𝚐𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚕𝚎𝚐𝚎𝚗𝚍𝚊𝚛𝚢 𝚝𝚛𝚊𝚍𝚒𝚝𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚜, 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚞𝚙𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚘𝚖𝚎𝚗 𝚒𝚗 𝚘𝚛𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚎𝚗𝚐𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚒𝚗 𝚜𝚎𝚡𝚞𝚊𝚕 𝚊𝚌𝚝𝚒𝚟𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚖.
shin skull
/šɪn skʊl/
noun
𝚊 𝚑𝚒𝚜𝚝𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚗𝚒𝚌 𝚑𝚊𝚕𝚏-𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚞𝚋𝚞𝚜 𝚜𝚝𝚞𝚌𝚔 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝟸𝟶𝟶𝟻 𝙰𝚖𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚌𝚊𝚗 “𝚜𝚌𝚎𝚗𝚎 𝚔𝚒𝚍” 𝚎𝚛𝚊 𝚠𝚒𝚝𝚑 𝚊 𝚜𝚞𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚛𝚒𝚝𝚢 𝚌𝚘𝚖𝚙𝚕𝚎𝚡 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚛𝚒𝚘𝚞𝚜 𝚊𝚝𝚝𝚒𝚍𝚞𝚍𝚎 𝚙𝚛𝚘𝚋𝚕𝚎𝚖.
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350+ FOLLOW FOREVER
how the fuck did we get to this number , i honestly do not know but i am not complaining at all. you guys have sticked with me through the good and the bad , and i couldn’t be more thankful for all of you still being around even after the weird activity these past few weeks with exams and all. i’m truly thankful though as always i’d like to mention a few people that truly mean the WORLD to me.
p.s this is possibly the first follow forever where i’m not taking the piss in the smol appreciation posts tbh !!
TRIGGER WARNING ; ME BEING UGLY AND EMOTIONAL BELOW THE CUT AS WELL AS SEVERAL LONG POSTS !!
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this is a pretty pointless update about inspiration and organization.
for several reasons, i feel like skull doesn’t fit with this blog. he has no connection to hanbin or the shelter or anything like that, he actually attends uni, and he doesn’t do any drugs. additionally, i always have muse for him. so i’ve decided to move skull to a singlemuse blog, tweak him a little (he’s either going to be an incubus, demon, or half of one of those.. but with the same annoying ass personality), and write him over there. i have nothing worthwhile up as of yet, but he will be here. if you’d like to write with skull anymore, follow that blog.
i’m thinking this will help me focus more on the connections between the muses on this blog, which i plan on somehow making a novel. i don’t have many threads over here right now, so it’s kind of perfect timing. like i mentioned before, this blog is going to turn private and like uber selective bc i’m now going to be running 4 blogs, lol.
if you read this, send me an im saying so, bc i’m just curious if people actually will.
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SUNNY:
*-; “ not really—! i just… wanted you to enjoy it too, y’know? and the girl always wears this stuff in the movies, y’know? and the guys always like it! so i… uh, i thought you’d like it too? so i, uh, i hope you do… ” very rarely is she every this exposed in front of anyone, let alone moonbin. sunny thought she’d feel bashful and embarrassed under his gaze, but there’s something about the way his eyes linger on her body that has her stomach doing flips. it’s a good kind of unusual, one that gives her more excitement for what has to come for tonight. sitting on his lap with her legs around his waist, she’s surprised when she can already feel a semi through his pants, but then again she may be surprised because she’s not entirely sure what exactly it is that she’s feeling. once his shirt is removed, sunny’s hands roam up along his chest before moving to linger on his back. the feeling of his hands on her hips comforting her as she can feel a soft smile take over her lips. “ of course… you— don’t have to ask, moonbin. i know what to expect… for the most part at least… ” then his lips are placed against hers, and there’s a feeling of need or desire starting to form in the pit of her stomach; one like she’s never felt before. unsure of what exactly to do, the girl lets moonbin take charge, deciding how long or simply how this kiss is going to go. several moments pass before an idea peaks in the back of her mind, reminding her of something she’s seen before— her hips begin to roll against his lap, a soft mewl being expelled into the kiss.
moonbin smiles as sunny rambles, just waiting for her to trail off on her own. “i love it, sunny. you look amazing.” without a moment’s hesitation after she gives him permission, he’s kissing her fervently. he’s certain now that she wants whatever he’s willing to give her, so his resolve is set and he’s going to try not to hold back anymore. he deepens the kiss, pulling her closer, and is somewhat surprised to feel her hips rocking against his. he takes advantage of the added friction and rolls his hips up to meet hers. after a moment, he lifts her easily and lays her on the bed ,then climbs over her. he wants to touch her, every part of her that he always longed for but never had the courage to go through with. he leans down and kisses her jaw, nudging it with his nose so she’ll give him better access to her neck. he knows better than to be at all rough with her---this time anyway. would there even be a next time? he tries to focus on the here and now, and his goal here: to make sunny feel good---hopefully better than good. so he presses light and slow kisses down her neck to where her shoulder begins, and that’s when he realizes he has no idea how to unhook a bra, much less this impeding white contraption with what seems like a million elastic straps. he wants to see her without it so badly, but with the current obstruction in the way, he settles for just touching her for now. moving back up to kiss her again, a hand travels up to cup her breast. he continues the movement she started with her hips by---now shamelessly---grinding down against her. this time, he wants her to know how aroused he is, how aroused she’s making him.
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SUNNY:
*-; her eyes go wide as he’s quick to get up off the bed and meet her in the doorway, not expecting such an energetic response. she wasn’t attempting to make him feel guilty, or anything of the sort, the small girl was just far TOO afraid that she was pushing herself into something her best friend didn’t want to do. however, sunny is still quick to intertwine their fingers as her hands are grabbed. looking into his eyes, she nods her head along to his words, making sure she lets them sink into her mind. the words he’s letting fall from his lips go far too fast for her to respond to anything, that is until he’s taking a step back and bringing her with him. the action of getting undressed reminds her of the surprise she had for him, well– she thinks he’ll like it at least. her face lights up as she looks at moonbin. “ —i got something at the store the other day!!! it’s… lacy && white && i put it on under my clothes before you got here!!! ” the girl takes a slight step back away from him, a smile playing on her lips as she begins to unbutton her blouse. letting the floral fabric fall against the carpet of her bed, she can feel her face hold a slight blush as her fingers begin to push her skirt off from around her waist. soon enough that falls too, and she’s stepping forward to where she just was a few moments ago ( this time she’s clad in the little white set she just picked up ). there’s a moment that passes where seungyeon’s unsure of what her next move should be, but then she’s moving to sit on his lap. the girl’s legs are wrapping around his back as she wraps the fabric of his shirt between her fingers and starts to inch it up his torso. “ it’s your turn, moonbin. ” full names very rarely escape her petals, but the childish nickname doesn’t feel right as she’s asking him to take off his shirt.
moonbin’s eyes widen when sunny says she bought something---some lingerie---for this very occasion, which may not have even happened in retrospect. “you really planned for this, didn’t you?” he asks with a small smile, not really expecting a response. but, well, it feels a bit surreal that he’s thought about this with no real intentions of ever acting on his desires, and now it’s happening. it’s a little overwhelming, but in a good way. a great way. his heart is beating embarrassingly fast as sunny begins to undress, and his absurd instinct is to look away as he begins to blush, but he maintains eye contact with her. moonbin gulps as his eyes rake over her body, one he’s seen in a swimsuit a million times, but now his thoughts are strictly on how he wants to put his lips on every inch of skin he sees, and particularly what he doesn’t. and god, he’s half hard now. he shifts when she sits in his lap, a little embarrassed that he’s already so excited. maybe she won’t notice. he nods silently, slipping his shirt over his head easily. “uh... can i kiss you?” moonbin asks dumbly as his large hands rest on her tiny waist.
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CHANDLER:
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concern dancing within his dark hues, chandler slowly made his way towards the other. crouching down in front of woojun, chandler pulled up the sleeves of his sweaters to make it easier to grasp one of the many empty liquor bottles. never had the petite male seen such self destructive behavior — not even from himself. when chandler’s anxiety got too much to handle, his solution was isolation but woojun’s seemed to be something entirely different. “ t-this … can’t be healthy, you know ? ” he whispered, finally taking the time to look up at his friend. it was hypocritical of him to say for chandler himself wasn’t healthy — his body weight or lack of just an indication of how messy his mind truly was. — @lovesnothing
woojun glanced at chandler for only a moment before looking at the ceiling. the room was spinning a bit, and if he tried standing up at this point he’d surely topple over. liquor certainly didn’t make him forget about how much it hurt---in fact, it made him dwell on it. he hadn’t realized how much of his heart he’d given to someone else, and that stung. but somehow, the alcohol made him numb to it. he could laugh about it and not have to face the reality that he was utterly alone. “since when do i care about my health?” woojun asked the other with a bitter laugh. “and since when do you have the right---” his chest moves involuntarily as a hiccup comes out of him, making his accusation almost comical. “---to judge me for being unhealthy, mister skin-and-bones?”
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THEO:
They were like night and day, but that is what made them them. A love unique and only theirs. No one had loved, or could ever love, Theo more than Jangsoon did. After all of the hangovers, after every fight, after every tear stained face and bloody knuckle, he was there waiting for her with open arms. Her heart belonged to him. She belonged to him, and no one else. So fucking sappy, she thought to herself. He was rubbing off on her. The balls of her feet returned to the ground, and her eyes briefly fell shut as his plump lips pressed gently onto her skin glistening with perspiration. “You? Make something?” Her brow quirked, mildly amused. “Am I going to need the fire department on speed dial?”
Alright, Jangsoon may have had less than pure intentions when offering a cooked meal to Theo. He figured with all of his near-fires and arguable atrocities he’d created to pass off as food, she’d refuse immediately and offer to make them lunch herself. Some sort of quip was half-expected, but he still cackled. “Yes. In fact, you better take the reigns here. I’ll help in the form of moral support.” He grinned, eyes now crescents, dimples clearly visible. “Is it weird that I miss work when I have the day off? Like, I kind of want to go to the nursery and water some plants.” He rested his elbows on the counter, examining the potted arrangement sitting there. His obsession with anything living and green was getting a little out of hand, making it a the-floor-is-lava-esque challenge to even get to his bedroom. He didn’t know what it was, other than they reminded him of everything he loved about back home. And Theo. But most things did. She was difficult not to think about.
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SANGHYUN:
「 ♡ 」 … *┊ IT WAS INSANE AND Sanghyun knew that he should stop by now, but he couldn’t. All he could think about was having Woojun for his own, to rip him away from his best friend because this asshole wasn’t deserving this man in front of him. Sanghyun tilted his head to the side, giving Woojun more access on his neck. A soft sigh of pleasure fell past his lips. Woojun knew how to tease him, he knew so well. The pant became louder by just feeling those impudent hands toying with his nipples, teasing him over the annoying fabric and then words followed that made the last bit of Sanghyun’s mind disappearing. Woojun has always wanted him. Without thinking about it, the blonde male cupped those red cheeks and pressed his lips on Woojun’s again in a sensual way but just for a short kiss. “I’ve always wanted you too. I was thinking about you…so often.” Sanghyun curled his fingers around the hem of Woojun’s shirt, eyes lingering on Woojun’s. “Let me take that off. I want to feel you, I want to taste you!”
EVEN THOUGH WOOJUN’S confession was embarrassing, it was like a hundred pounds were lifted off his shoulders once he said it out loud, and another two hundred when Sanghyun validated that he felt the same. Woojun blinked back at Sanghyun for a moment before his words actually registered, then he was scrambling out of his own shirt and yanking Sanghyun’s off of him as well. It’s like the confirmation made him lift his foot metaphorically off the break, and he couldn’t feel Sanghyun fast enough. “Bedroom?” Woojun suggested, pulling the other in that direction anyway. He was clumsy once they were past the threshold, too excited for his own good. He pushed the blond up against the bedroom door as they reached it, stopping their movement to kiss him properly for a few seconds. His hands roamed everywhere over the other’s chest and abdomen, and he pulled away from him only when his hands reached the other’s belt, pulling away and silently asking for confirmation that everything he was doing was okay with him.
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LUCA:
luca’s eyes are wide as skull speaks, even wider when the other shoves him back yet again & proceeds to not let go. his arms drop back to his sides as his breath hitches, & he stares up at skull until the final threat is laid right out for him. his mouth has gone a little dry — not at their proximity, not at a strange kind of excitement, he tells himself to make sense of it, but something closer to nervousness. he’s not sure how true it is. but it doesn’t matter as he tilts his head up, too stubborn to give into whatever this odd feeling catching hold of him is, & he finally glares outright again, narrowing his eyes with his back pressed flat against the wall. the only sign of his current debacle is in the way his breathing had stuttered a moment before, the way his throat works now as he swallows. voice flat with conviction, as if this is no longer even a genuine argument they’re having, he states, “you’re wrong.” & that’s that. luca stares dead at him, then, wanting to close his eyes as he waits for the surely oncoming punch but feeling far too obstinate.
the truth is that skull is all bark and no bite. he was always the one taking the beatings before college, talking shit and getting hit for it. now that he’s literally got someone in his grip, he’s frozen. he’s not actually angry. he doesn’t even believe half the shit he’s been spouting off about. but he has to react. there’s no way he can back down after all this. so when luca defies him with what’s supposed to be the last word he gets out before skull is supposed to throw a fist, skull is having the inward struggle of his life just about. the fuck is he supposed to do? he goes with his instinct, one hand remaining on luca’s shoulder as the other goes up under his chin and applies pressure, effectively cutting off his airway. “still think i’m wrong, luca?” skull taunts, tilting his head, glare as strong as ever.
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i gotta agree with jake, that coming on here has become a bit of a chore. i still enjoy a good many of my threads, but that’s about it. i have no motivation to start anything new over here, so i’m going to go private and super duper selective with what i respond to. it’s honestly nothing personal, i just have to do what’s right for me. if you wanna know if i’m continuing our thread, pm me and i’ll be honest with you. just be prepared for either answer. i can’t force myself to write things i don’t have any inspo for anymore. ( you can still find me at @98chu and @hugebong )
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i lov u <3
didn’t really wanna make a post / also didn’t really want to vanish without a trace
but, i’ve decided to leave indie because the community has become shitty and most people here don’t care for writing here anymore it’s all just drama and bitterness and by september my life is going to be way too hectic to continue with ease anyway.
it had also become a chore to come on because i only enjoyed threads with very few people like @amissums, @dimittcre, @lovesnothing, @simpaticos, @leavcme, @fckxillusion, @exposedemotions, @mujehan, @ijunmo, @expletiives & @scxed ( you guys are my FAVS )
thank you for all the friends i’ve made along the way and if you guys have imessage, skype, discord, messenger, kkt or kik just IM me whatever you have so we can stay in comms!!
i’ll still love you even if i’m gone!!
ggwp
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FINN:
jae should know better than to play with finn’s hair — if they want him to be willing to move anytime soon, that is. he’s relaxing into it automatically, sigh leaving his lips, until he perks up visibly a second later at jae’s admittance. he’s not surprised, of course — turned on at the thought, though, is a given. he’s sure he’s about to be disappointed a second later when jae tells him to sit up — but then the rest of their words register, as he complies with some help, & then he’s grinning. “fuck yeah,” he breathes in his scramble to obey the next order, sliding to his knees — not quite sexily, but he’s always been bad at hiding when he’s eager. “i love it when you call me finny,” he adds as his fingers make quick work of their jeans. he forgets to tease in his enthusiasm, to maybe just touch jae a little first as he gives the garment a tug, wishing he could see more skin than this probable mostly-clothed head session will call for. “if this is really gonna be the last time, you’ve got my full permission not to be nice if you don’t wanna.” maybe he’s giving too much away, finn thinks — can’t let jae know just how much he’d do this any day, drugs or no drugs, so he continues, “i just mean, since… you’re sorta paying me.”
they know full well how much the simple act of their digits threading through finn’s hair affects the other, and they’re starting to suspect that this ordeal isn’t as much of a chore for finn as he makes it out to be. maybe they should be a little rough and make it more worth their while---see how finn really likes it. as if on cue, finn’s giving them fucking permission to be rough with him, and the thought alone of finn being so eager to please them has a moan escaping their lips. “you may regret saying that later,” jae warns with a quirk of their brow. “don’t put it like that. we’re just having... an exchange.” they aid the other in getting their jeans around their ankles, taking their boxers down right along with them. they’re half-hard already, not a particularly uncommon thing right after finn’s head has been resting near their crotch as they smoke. again, their fingers find finn’s hair right away, getting a good grip on it and guiding his head to their cock, which they’re now stroking slowly, biting down on their lower lip in anticipation.
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i s2g i was gonna rp after i made frosting but then the poWER WENT OUT bc there’s this huge storm. idk how long it will be out but i won’t be able to be active until then. :c being on my phone’s hotspot drains my battery so. but i Will be on discord mobile, you can reach me there at Zico#2518 (capital Z) ,, a huge thunder just happened i think i’m gonna die. anyways love u hope i don’t die
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