#melloreturn

[mythvoiced]

@melloreturn​ | “don’t take this the wrong way, but you don’t exactly blend in.” ( from melloreturn for…anyone who wants to meet alfred?? ) more random dialogue prompts

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It wouldn’t take much to make that assessment but for once Patrick doesn’t mind getting to hear it.

He prefers blending in, that’s the routinised way he approaches life, it’s just easier to disappear in a crowd or act so nondescript to completely vanish out of the general public’s perception. But it’s also... brutally unrealistic.

Appearing bored yet confident enough to not look out of place, to not look as though he has no idea how to behave in a foreign coffeehouse, it would be as strong of a spot as running around the place yelling old-forgotten song lyrics at the top of his lungs. Sometimes, at least. Sometimes people are more trained to pick out the mundane and memorise that, than they are likely to pay attention to the very eccentric.

That and Patrick walked in and sat down perhaps a tad too confidently, as if he’d been here before, as if he’d been visiting this place all his life. A little foolish there, that’s not how con-artistry works, making an unlikely scenario likely doesn’t work if circumstances don’t work in your favour.

The bags under his eyes and the debris dust on his clothes don’t help, either.

Patrick drops his gaze from the barista’s and snorts out a little puff of air over the coffee he’d ordered, aimlessly turning the cup in his hands as if he seems to have next to no intention in actually taking it to a table and drinking it.

He straightens his back with a sigh, drops his elbows on the counter, and his face into his awaiting hands. Well, whatever. “Neither do you, now,” he offers, pushing against one of his cheeks to tilt his head slightly to that side. Corners of his lips lift slightly, slowly, as if... well... whoops, who cares?

He frees his left hand to point at Alfred’s. “You’ve got some rough hands, there. I take it you haven’t been a barista all your life? Unless I’m assuming the job to be less taxing than it is. My mistake, in that case.”

#melloreturn #the wolf;patrick #FERRE THIS WAS SO DIFFICULT YOU SAID 'ANYONE WHO WANTS TO MEET ALFRED' BUT THAT'S EVERYONE #BECAUSE I WANNA MEET ALFRED FROM EVERY CORNER THERE IS TO MEET HIM FROM #I LOVE YOUR MUSES SO MUCH I WANNA SHAKE ALL THEIR HANDS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #I tried to actively choose a muse but then Patrick started bullying me because suddenly I have muse SO I HOPE? THIS IS OKAY? #I HOPE IT'S OKAY TO SORT OF ASSUME? That maybe Alfred has calloused hands or similar? #because of his history and his present vigilante work and his personality listing him as reckless i assumed maybe #he wouldn't work much to keep his hands soft == OR IDK LMK PLEASE AND I'LL FIX IT ASAP!!!!!!!!1 I'LL FIX ANYTHING SO LMK FKLHJGH ♥ #ALSO MY NEW DASH ICON is a shoutout and gift to you ♥ LDKFGJH #I'VE GOT THAT DANIEL STARTER LEFT TO REPLY TO AND I'M COMING AFTER FELICITY NEXT!!!!!!!!!!!!

[velvetineblue]

“i guess crime really does pay.” ( from….alfred 🤩 aka @melloreturn )

    taiyang watches alfred count dollar bills between his palms, feeling a stylistic appreciation that perhaps borders on . . . envy . alfred has a sense of swagger about him ; it comes naturally, chips off his shoulder in waves of smooth easiness . . . taiyang wonders if this is what everyone sees when they look at his father; a man captivating enough to be forgiven for what would be perceived as transgressions in others ; someone who makes ' bad decisions ' look good. he wonders if he would have liked his father ( like he likes alfred ) in another life. in a universe where taiyang wasn't his son, but his friend. it’s so different when the so-charming 'faults' are inside your home, the one place you expect to be safe . . . the silent query colors his response, a somewhat strained joke ;

  “ yeah, it does ... but I think I like you better in your day job. don't quit— nobody makes a green tea like you. ” ( he hopes alfred stays different. a better man than the one he knew. )

#ofgentleresolve #melloreturn #threads. #i'm gonna laugh if alfred just pours the green tea out of a store bought container or something asjajja

[jeoseungsaja]

@melloreturn ♚ smol starter call

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  “Are you looking for Patrick?” 

  Hyuk’s back in Europe for a few days, visiting his dear friend after a long time of relying on the phone to communicate. Even though he cannot stay for long (he just started working for the Gangnam Police and also decided to continue his studies by joining a postgraduate program, though he’s on a break from that), he still takes any droplet of time he can to spend it with his best friend. 

   Awkwardness in posture, a hand moves to cover part of the bandages stuck on his forehead with his hair. Even if he’s careless about what might people say about him or his rather rowdy attitude, he’s not exactly dealing with just a random someone at the moment. This is a person Patrick considers precious, a person who brings his dear friend happiness in ways that Hyuk is very grateful for. So, in that sense, let’s just say that...well...her opinion matters. 

   Felicity. Patrick’s sun. 

  Hyuk then realizes that his hand is also bandaged; knuckles covered by gauze that Patrick recovered from a drawer last night. He clears his throat; limb stiffly falling to his side, letting fingers slide into the loose pocket of his shirt. 

  “He’s...not here right now. But he said he’ll be back soon...if you, uh, want to wait for him.” 

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#melloreturn #♔ || interaction (felicity). #♔ || verse three. #♔ || verse three (youth). #HELLO FERRE!!!!! ;W; NOW I'M SENDING YOU A STARTER FOR THIS BLOG WIUEDHIWUEDHIUEHD #I HOPE??? THIS IS OKAY??????? (WHEEZE) #I tried to keep it as short as I could but I...could've gone on IWUEHDWUIDEH #BASICALLY HYUK?? Sorta feels awkward because he's like 'Patrick cares a lot for this person and therefore I shouldn't mess up' #and also 'If she's absolutely good in Patrick's book then she's good in my book as well' #and also 'I'd like to thank her for giving Patrick what he deserves which is undeniable happiness and support and warmth' #AND I ALSO THINK THAT...MAYBE?? Hyuk doesn't know a lot about Felicity OTHER than what Patrick has told him about her #Perhaps they?? Haven't talked much?? And maybe he's used to see Felicity when Patrick is around so he doesn't know what to do right now that #his best friend isn't around WIEUDHWUEIDHIUWEHD #I also didn't want to assume things hence why I kept things vague on what Hyuk might or might not know--- #NOT THAT WE HAVE TO GO WITH THIS I jUST??? Really wanted to throw something at Felicity aND THIS HAPPENED #But if you'd like me to make any changes DO LET ME KNOW!! Also if you'd like to plot further or aNYTHING--- #I'M HERE / I'M READY / SIGN ME UP IWUHEDIUWHDE #also not Hyuk getting into some kind of fight LMAO WIEDHWUEDH typical-- #also this helped me find out that the Korean Na.tional Po.lice Uni.versity has postgraduate programs #They have a master's program in Investigation #Me: Hyuk would've taken that one right there #IUWHEDIUWEHDIUWHED #they also have doctoral programs but I don't think Hyuk went that far #probably got too invested in his job and after finishing his master's he didn't have time for more studies #ANYWAY WIEDHWIEDH #look at these three distinguished grad school students-- #ONCE AGAIN HOPE THIS IS OKAY FERRE <3 ADORE YOU LOTS PLS HAVE A WONDERFUL DAY ;W; #♔ || queue.

[phantombs]

"She's beautiful. I know," those words stir, dragged rough in contrast to the plinking chimes. Its owner lumbers yet hidden. Still, it's rather clear, here in this hazy shop with its crowded shelves of medicines, what that waned, dragging voice had undoubtedly meant: the lotus flower, there, fragrantly dried upon the storefront panes. Pink. White. Nestled neatly like arms at hug... The beaded curtain at the back clacks, and a head peers out with that mysterious voice. Ah. He blinks. That bracelet-- "But it’s lived enough lifetimes, so it's my tea, now. Besides--” the symbolism, its poetry-- “you don't need it."

@melloreturn, ♡’d.

#melloreturn #immortal boy huh :) #EYES

[bloodxhound]

✼ TAG YOURSELF ✼ time.

BOLD - Definite ✼ Italics - sometimes

0 7 : 3 0 a . m . — paperwork. school bells. documentaries. rainstorms. tapping of a pen. dogs barking next-door. hopping to bed after a long day. crumpled notes. detailed encyclopedias. drowsy eyes. world maps. fogged eyeglasses. messy desks. bedheads. smudged-on whiteboards. old atlases. the smell of breakfast first thing in the morning. bare feet on cold marble. museums. worn-out wall paint.

 0 9 : 0 5 a . m . — hydrangeas. sunrise. soothing walks in the park. the sound of birds chirping. crop tops. light seeping in through the window. denim overalls. flower vases. hair ties. freckles appearing under the sun. pins & patches. leaves falling during autumn. fairy lights. running shoes. botany textbooks. cloudy weather. laughing with eyes squeezed shut. jerseys. school bleachers. grass fields.

 0 1 : 2 2 p . m . — expensive perfume. hair-twirling. the smell of vanilla. lollipops. blowing a bubble gum. arms crossed. snapping fingers. leather purses. sunglasses. laughing with a scrunched nose. skater skirts. cotton candy. lipsticks. vintage boutiques. heels clicking along the school hallways. old convertibles. hair in the wind. class councils. shopping bags. playing with the telephone cord.

 0 2 : 0 0 p . m . — old dictionaries. warm mugs. striped blouses. soft bell chimes. cold-weather breath. a ticking clock. cardigans. light tapping of a finger. dusty typewriters. unread letters. dangling keys. wristwatches. doorbells. disconnected telephone beeps. endless film marathons. nail-biting. staying in uncrowded cafés. falling asleep in working clothes. unused bottles of ink. quiet nights.

 0 8 : 3 4 p . m . — bows & ribbons. dressing rooms. black stockings. hair brushes. velveteen. drinking from ceramic tea cups. tall mirrors. tucking loose hair behind an ear. fuzzy slippers. comforters. stuffed animals. soft knocking of a door. rehearsing play scripts. bubble baths. lace. sauntering around the house in silk robes. solid-pastel clothes. crossed legs. carpeted floors. dimly-lit bedside lamps.

 1 2 : 0 2 a . m . — snow-covered coats. heavy footsteps. faint classical music. red wine. creaky floorboards. missing pages. year-old newspapers. dusty bookshelves. door creaks. fireplaces. chiming grandfather clocks. passing by library aisles. the woods. black umbrellas. porch lights. turntables. the piano playing from another room. mute corridors. embers. isolated train stations.

tagged by: @aptlyattorney​ thank youu ♡ tagging: @virtusdemonte ; @melloreturn ; @abxndonedd ; @heartanalytics ; @flairer ; @neonnecromancer ; @bloodthirstyflower ; and you, reading this : ) !! 

#【♞】 tag game.

[melloreturn]

MELLORETURN. low activity oc multimuse.

rules. selection. return.

( found by ferre. please read rules. follows back from ofgentleresolve. )

#( pinned post. ) #and here is my informal pinned post...maybe i'll make it fancier one day #or?? maybe not who knows

[mythvoiced]

@melloreturn​ | “is that seriously your password?” ( nell for…seok-ju maybe?? but also feel free to skip any if all of these lena!! 🥰🥰🥰 ) more random dialogue prompts 

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Two could be their reactions: one, he was so utterly relieved their laptop was working again at least well enough to even request a password; two, they’d be completely and utterly mortified by having to explain himself as he is about to.

With a sheepish smile and vaguely embarrassed gesticulating at nothing but perhaps air and the words he’s gathering in their mind, anything that might be slightly useful to properly explaining themself.

There are none.

He feels as though he can still see the imprints of their shame hovering over the keys Nell had to press to insert his password.

Their gesticulating comes to halt at the loss of hope now instead exhibited by their sinking arms. The keys typing out the syllables for ‘Jung Ji-hoon Rain Oppa’ seem to glow faintly, mocking them for his faith.

He buries their face in his hands. “Please believe me when I say it was my niece. I know it sounds like I’m making up excuses but it was her please believe me.”

#melloreturn #the detective;seokju #I'M SORRY THIS TURNED OUT SO SHORT I just really wanted to get this silly ass idea written but didn't have brain capacity for more proSE FKL #FERRE MIGHTIEST FERRE TELL NELL IF SHE'S EVER LOOKING TO GET MARRIED I CAN BE A VERY GOOD HOUSESPOUSE #FDKLJHGHKLGFJH THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR ALL THE ASKS YOU'VE EVER SENT IN AND EVEN IF SHORT I SHALL ALWAYS #FIND WAYS TO REPLY TO THEM NOTHING CAN KEEP ME FROM THROWING MY MESSY MUSES AT YOUR DARLINGS!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! #or from shoehorning Seokju's niece into everything involving them I'm basically Seokju at this point #He keeps a picture of her in their wallet~ GOODNESS they need kids of their own #HAD TO FIX THE TAGS I ACCIDENTALLY TAGGED YOUR MAIN FHLGKFHJGLFH SORRY

[jeoseungsaja]

@ofgentleresolve ♚ smol starter call

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    Waking up at ungodly hours of the night isn’t new to him anymore. Sometimes his body decides to shut down against stubborn wishes to stay awake; leading him to forceful slumber. Periods of snoozing do not last long, more like cat naps or the so-called forty winks, where he wakes up mildly disoriented and alone. They’re even shorter when nightmares attack drowsy cobwebs, much like this time around. 

   As eyes slowly open to recognize his surroundings, he finds his hands tightly latched to the armrests of living room’s sofa; heart pulsing wildly against his neck. At least he didn’t wake up jumping off his seat or with lungs pleading for air; his return to reality being lighter than some past experiences. Still, he doesn’t know if that’s a good thing, for he’s able to remember the night terrors crawling about, no matter the defenses his body has built as to repel intemperate reactions. 

   Night terrors that were once a vivid image of his youth.    The blood, the red staining his hands, the thought of him being the culprit---    He sighs; sits upright.     There’s a thin curtain of sweat on his forehead. 

   A hand gets unglued from armrest; palm pressed on his cheek. It’s warm. Too warm. He even feels dizzy. 

    He doesn’t want to think about that anymore.     About the day his mother passed away.      About the time he found her in a nest of crimson. 

    Taking a deep breath, he grabs a tissue (his handkerchief is saved in his room; he remembers putting it on the nightstand after changing to his pajama pants) from the box nearby to dab the sweat away, looking at the digital clock sitting upon table. It’s three in the morning. That’d mean it’s seven in the evening in London. It’s not an indecent hour to call someone, is it?

    He just...wants to hear his voice.      No run around the park or random television show; no song on a playlist or idea for a painting is as calming as his voice. His presence. His energy. Patrick’s. 

    A hand reaches for his cellphone.      He dials a number he’s memorized by heart.      One ring, two rings...three...the call connects. 

   “Patrick, I...hi.” 

    Voice sounds a little deeper than usual; raspier.      He closes his eyes, tries to remember what Patrick has told him.      ‘I don’t mind it, really. I like it when you call.’      There’s sudden warmth flooding his stomach.

   “Are you...busy?”

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#ofgentleresolve #♔ || interaction (patrick). #FERRE HI IT'S ME AGAIN WIEHDIWUEDHKASHDUWEHD #I BASED THIS ON!! What we spoke about --- the possibility of having a thread revolving Hyuk having nightmares and calling Patrick WIUEDHIWH #and Hyuk opening up more about the things that happened in his past--- 👀 #BASICALLY CATAPULTING MORE HYURICK YOUR WAY I HOPE THIS IS OKAY--- #IF NOT LET ME KNOW AND I CAN CHANGE THINGS :D!!! #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR REQUESTING MORE OF MY SOUR SON ;WWWW; #YOUR CHILD-IN-LAW UwU #(you also mentioned melloreturn so 👀 pls expect a little something over there too IWUEHDUIWDEH) #HOPE YOU'RE DOING WELL ❤️!!! #♔ || queue.

[jeoseungsaja]

MBTI SUMMARY.

INTJ / THE ARCHITECT

It can be lonely at the top. As one of the rarest personality types – and one of the most capable – Architects (INTJs) know this all too well. Rational and quick-witted, Architects pride themselves on their ability to think for themselves, not to mention their uncanny knack for seeing right through phoniness and hypocrisy. But because their minds are never at rest, Architects may struggle to find people who can keep up with their nonstop analysis of everything around them.

Architects question everything. Many personality types trust the status quo, relying on conventional wisdom and other people’s expertise to guide their lives. But ever-skeptical Architects prefer to make their own discoveries. In their quest to find better ways of doing things, they aren’t afraid to break the rules or risk disapproval – in fact, they rather enjoy it.

They bring a single-minded drive to their work, applying the full force of their insight, logic, and willpower. And heaven help anyone who tries to slow them down by enforcing pointless rules or offering poorly thought-out criticism.

This personality type comes with a strong independent streak. Architects don’t mind acting alone, perhaps because they don’t like waiting around for others to catch up with them. They also generally prefer making decisions without asking for anyone else’s input. At times, this lone-wolf behavior can come across as insensitive, as it fails to take into consideration other people’s thoughts, desires, and plans.

Architects can be single-minded, with little patience for frivolity, distractions, or idle gossip. That said, they’re far from dull or humorless. Many Architects are known for their irreverent wit, and beneath their serious exteriors, they often have a sharp, delightfully sarcastic sense of humor.

It would be a mistake, however, to view Architects as uncaring. Whatever the stereotypes about their stoic intellect, these personalities feel deeply. When things go wrong or when they hurt others, Architects are personally affected and spend much time and energy trying to figure out why things happened the way that they did. They may not always value emotion as a decision-making tool, but they are authentically human.

Because Architects value truth and depth, many common social practices – from small talk to white lies – may seem pointless or downright stupid to them. As a result, they may inadvertently come across as rude or even offensive when they’re only trying to be honest.

Architects are full of contradictions. They are imaginative yet decisive, ambitious yet private, and curious yet focused. From the outside, these contradictions may seem baffling, but they make perfect sense once you understand the inner workings of the Architect mind.

tagged by: @ofgentleresolve​​ ❤️ tagging: @mythvoiced​ | @melloreturn​ | @astremourante​ | @thegreenswillcome​ | @interxstitial​ | @wellfell​ | @tewwor​ & anyone who wishes to do this one!! 

#♔ || about (verse three). #the fact that you......................thought Patrick was an INTJ in the beginning.......... #and Hyuk got this result................ #wHAT DOES IT MEAN #IUWEDHIUASHDIUWHED #I THINK??? This sorta fits Hyuk?? I believe I made this one more than once to make sure he got the same result and he did IUEDHIWUEDH #ALSO??? READING ABOUT PATRICK'S RESULTS WAS SO INTERESTING #👀 AND ACCURATE #'A FORCE FOR GOOD IN THE WORLD' THAT'S PATRICK THANK YOU--- #I also read about compatibility between INFJ & INTJ IWUEHDIWEHD #It said both would be able to resolve difficult problems together because they're great at it #and they could spend whole nights together discussing different theories and/or reading books together #'Their idea of fun is a quiet evening spent at home rather than at a crowded concert or raucous party' #and also #'They both take romantic decisions very seriously and will share the goal of being in a committed long-term relationship' #(cOUGHS LOUDLY) #KDHIUEDHWIEUDH ANYWAY #THANK YOU SO MUCH FOR TAGGING ME IN THIS DEAR FERRE <3 IT WAS FUN TO DO!!! #Took me a bit but here it is :D HOPE IT'S??? A LIL' INTERESTING??? #HAVE A FANTASTIC DAY! <3 #♔ || queue.

[ofgentleresolve-a]

melloreturn -> ofgentleresolve

aka this just went from a single muse blog to a multimuse blog :D

#also will be continuing the old threads i have.... :D