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moonspower · 7 months
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🔥🔥🔥 ( go ham if you want )
✨ @ofgentleresolve. meme. still accepting!
🔥 idc about the crowd the crows at writing mainly just friendships being superior and they're enlightened beings of dynamic writing or w.e tha fuck because they're the same people who never do anything particularly exciting with friendships. they neva do toxic friendships or friendships where theres a bad dynamic or a shambling / failing friendship because friendships fall apart and it's devastating. it's just holding hands and skippin thru daisies and then bringing nothin to the table. keep doing u but dont tell everyone else they aint shit for wantin to write romance or other things that's not an episode of yu-gi-oh after it got boring.
🔥 stop adding disclaimers on not being ur villain muse and that ur rly a good person writing a villain. anyone with any actual media literacy, half a brain cell, and the ability to parse thru existing without needing to be walked thru the grocery store on a backpack with a leash on it like a 4-year-old. im tired of this apology culture in this god damn community do wtf u want stop answering to ppl about it!!!! jesus!!!!! im not apologizing for shit. my muses will do some catty ass, mean, sometimes evil shit. period.
🔥 it's not fair that someone will have literally over 700 muses and then ask me which one catches my eye. bro, u can read my one bio and determine who you think would match because that actually makes more sense, saves more time...................... bih what on earth! im not talking about multimuses that are curated with thorough profiles and a reasonable amount of info to go thru or at least a wikia resource / for ocs its just u kno somethin i can work with. yall kno exactly what kind of person im talking bout. u turn around and then its 40 new charas from a netflix show uve never heard of with just a name, age, and an occupation. every tuesday.
ill put in that kind of work for some people but most of the time hell nah wtf.
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byanyan · 8 months
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ㅤ@ofgentleresolveㅤㅤ∘ ˚ ( cont. )
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ㅤthis is their own fault, really. they'd gotten careless, overconfident. even though they'd gotten out the door without any alarm going off, they'd obviously been spotted pocketing things by someone inside the small store. should have been more cautious, more subtle — just because shoplifting has been almost yawn-inducingly easy lately doesn't mean that every theft will be the same way.
on the plus side, this place seems like it must be a family-run shop. instead of being out here with a security guard who poses some amount of threat, they've been apprehended by the cashier. all in all, it shouldn't be too difficult to get themself out of this.
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ㅤㅤ" yeah? "ㅤutterly unfazed, and even sounding somewhat amused by the whole turn of events, byan sizes the cashier up and raises an eyebrow. at this point, they've more or less stopped denying that they've taken anything.ㅤ" an' what're you gonna do if i say no? y'really think you can drag back inside and hold me there 'til the cops show up? "
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pararennial-archived · 5 months
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🌸🐠🛍
𝐫𝐞𝐥𝐢𝐯𝐞 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐩𝐚𝐬𝐭 𝟏𝟎 𝐲𝐞𝐚𝐫𝐬 𝐰𝐢𝐭𝐡 𝐜𝐡𝐢𝐥𝐥𝐚.
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🌸 ⏤ the blog/s that most inspires me
Aw jeez there are so many who inspire me. In terms of creativity, I'll say @survivics, @dethqveen, @ganbaregokudo (colin i miss you!), @ama-tcra-su, @fiinalgiirl, @velvetineblue, @withinycu, and of course, you ferre! You motherfuckers (affectionate) have inspired me to push my creativity and also have supported my creativity by listening to me ramble and sharing your wonderful ideas!
As for people who inspire me with their attitude and energy on the dash, hands down it's @moonromantic & @dvarapala. I just love the energy these two bring, Diren (moonromantic) encourages me to bring out a level of honesty that is constructive in my communication. Also, they don't screw around and their frankness is refreshing in a world where we pussyfoot and sugarcoat through excuses around things we can work on to improve ourselves.
Also, Tess (dvarapala) is just a good influence and a genuine source of kindness and positivity here. She has always been consistent with who she is and I respect it immensely!
🐠 ⏤ why i love (or hate) this hobby
I love this hobby because I love writing and telling stories, and when it's collaborative, it's really special. You are sharing the joy of storytelling with others, and it's incredibly fun. But although, what I find sad is that there is a growing complacency in the lack of honest and open communication. As well as, people being unable to handle rejection, forcing people around them to comply with and constantly console them. To me, it states that this hobby on this particular platform has grown incredibly unhealthy as people feel like they are under pressure to generate content while having to perform emotional labour to make everyone feel better. I wish people can start to feel more at home with allowing themselves to run their blogs how they want without feeling ashamed or self-conscious that people will get upset.
🛍 ⏤ the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me
If anything, I want my mutuals to know that I am 100% approachable and my honesty is not to be feared. I may come off as intense, or too serious, because I am comfortable with expressing what I want, but I am very much open-minded and open to conversation. In the end, everybody should know that I'm pretty friendly in spite of my introvert tendencies, and I will likely want to spout off about some cool random nerdy shit about mythology, culture, and humanities shit, or something fucking weird that I just learned.
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chimonai · 9 months
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In her main verse now that she has a body again, what does revenge look like to her? Does she have an idea of what she would go? Basically what would be the best scenario for her and if she does get it, what she would do with herself afterwards??
Plainly put, she wants all people involved with her death to suffer the same anguish she had to suffer at their hands. While she was still alive, her murders were motivated by the need to cover up her original crime, the staged kidnapping. As such, they were more “business” than pleasure, though that’s not to say she didn’t derive gratification from her deeds all the same ( she might not have started to kill if it hadn’t been for her circumstances however ). Now that she’s back once more, she doesn’t only want to get rid of the people she despises, she wants to torment them, before granting them, one after the other, a slow, painful death.
If she managed to achieve this, I don’t think it would appease her. Nothing will ever truly rectify the wrongs that have been done to her. She’s animated by her goal for revenge, yes, but its completion will instill her with a fleeting sense of satisfaction, before emptiness and ennui will take over. She's still D.ahlia H.awthorne; dead, dissatisfied, with no hope of ever leading the life she has envisioned for herself.
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bloodxhound · 1 year
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Where did the moozy obsession start and why has he latched onto it so hard? Was it a childhood favorite and he never let go of it? Or perhaps did he pick it up again as an adult or maybe even was his first time seeing Moozilla as an adult?
Moozilla has been an important part of his life ever since he saw the first movie as a boy. His childhood was deprived of many things a child would normally get to enjoy ( toys, time to play with friends, etc. ) in favor of his studies, but one of the few things his father didn’t control as much was the television. Accordingly, he got attached to what little he was allowed to have extra hard. Back then it felt cathartic to see this gargantuan monster rampage through Los Angeles in an all consuming rage. It was similar to how he had felt: angry, trapped, ready to break loose and get away. He wondered about what it’d feel like to be that big and strong, to be able to do whatever he pleased, without anyone being able to contain him. Watching these movies was a means to escape, a power fantasy, and ultimately a big comfort. It has persisted as such beyond his boyhood. 
Nowadays, Moozilla has become a way to make up for what he lacked then. It’s a reminder—every time he re-watches a movie or buys more merchandise—of the freedom he now possesses.
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voraxiia · 1 year
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꒰ ☾ ⁺₊ ꒱ — 𝐰𝐡𝐚𝐭'𝐬 𝐲𝐨𝐮𝐫 𝐫𝐨𝐥𝐞 𝐢𝐧 𝐭𝐡𝐞 𝐭𝐫𝐚𝐠𝐢𝐜 𝐩𝐥𝐚𝐲 ?
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ㅤㅤmisunderstood villain .ㅤprepare for an onslaught of both the most dehumanizing and hateful takes , and flood of thirst comments . you are chronically misunderstood . whether or not you're actually evil is debatable . you may be acting out for revenge , to defend someone you love , or even just to protect yourself . you're a pretty jaded person . you don't trust or even really like most people . maybe you did at one point . but that part of you is gone , and you don't go a single day without grieving it . you think a lot about what your life could have been . you're stuck in the past . you're angry and maybe you don't even want to be , but this is the only way you can see to survive . you're open , but less in a trusting way and more like a wound . you don't like to let people see you , but the hurt spills out of you before you can stop it . you're impulsive , even as you try hard to plan and prepare . maybe someday your side of the story will finally be heard . until then , you can convince yourself that being hated is safer anyway .
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ㅤㅤdesperate narrator .ㅤthis story is a cycle , and you're spinning around it like a hamster in a ball being tormented by a cat . you know how this story ends . after all , you've told it a thousand times . but you try to change it every time . you love the people in this story more than anything . so watching them fall victim to the narrative breaks you in a way you can't begin to describe . but all you can do is tell the story ── their story ── with tears in your eyes . you're prone to anxiety and feelings of helplessness . you have so much love in your heart , and for once you wish it would change something . it didn't . it doesn't . it won't . but you refuse to stop telling the story . and you refuse to stop loving the people in it . in this way , no one is stronger than you . you just wish being strong hurt less .
⇨ tagged by :ㅤ@ofgentleresolve ( 🥺 ) ⇨ tagging :ㅤ@floraesky , @lured-into-wonderland , @muu-kun , @serpentainted , @theyvefallen , @welivetoserve , & whoever wants to do it c:
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wellfell · 7 months
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🖤 ( for u know...<3 )
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 ❛ lemon pie . . . ❜
the thing.
ATTRACTIVENESS ;
repulsive / hideous / ugly / not attractive / unappealing / not unattractive / meh / no preference / ok / mildly attractive / nice looking / cute / adorable / attractive / pleasant on the eyes / good looking / hot / sexy / beautiful / gorgeous / hot damn / would tap that / perfect / godlike / holy fuck there are no words.
PERSONALITY ;
grating / irritating / frustrating / boring / confusing at best / awkward / unreasonable / psychotic / disturbing / interesting / engaging / affectionate / aggressive / ambitious / anxious / artistic / bad tempered / bossy / charismatic / appealing / unappealing / creative / courageous / dependable / unreliable / unpredictable / predictable / devious / dim / extroverted / introverted / egotistical / gregarious / fabulous / impulsive / intelligent / sympathetic / talkative / up beat / peaceful / calming / badass / flexible.
HOW LIKELY THEY WOULD HAVE SEX WITH THEM ;
not if they were the last person on earth and the world was ending / fuck no! / never / no way / not likely / not sure / indifferent / I’m asexual / maybe / probably / it depends / fairly likely / likely / yeah sure / yes / would tap that / hell yes / fuck yes! / wishing that could happen right now / as many times as possible / we are already having sex.
LEVEL OF FRIENDSHIP ;
never in a million years / worst of enemies / enemies / rivals / indifferent / neutral / acquaintance / friendly toward each other / casual friends / friends / good friends / best friends / fuck buddies / bosom buddies / practically the same person / would die for them / true friends / my only friend.
FIRST IMPRESSION ;
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
CURRENT IMPRESSION ;
i hate them so much / i don’t like them / i don’t trust them / they annoy me / they’re weird / I’m indifferent / meh / they seem alright / they’re growing on me / truce / I think I like them / I like them / I’m not sure if I trust them / I trust them / they’re cool / they’re genuine / I think we’re going to get along / I really like them / I think I’m in love / oh fuck they’re hot / I love them.
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velvetineblue · 11 months
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the career academy taught boys and girls like them a lot of things . . . life in district four offered a cornucopia of useful knowledge, as well: net weaving, spear sharpening, and— if you were paying attention— the sacred knowledge that death was an intractable but inevitable part of life. the bond of life and death could not be broken: without catching and killing, nobody in their district would survive— no food on the table, or no money to put it there . . . but there was one survival skill no-one had taught him: how to go on when you wanted to give up. when you'd seen cruelty all around you and you weren't sure what the point was— in sticking around to see more. how you had to CLING to a purpose, a goal, to get through the day, and then another day, trudging on, even though you knew success and survival was a pipe dream . . .
it's not that he wanted to die, back then; it's that he just didn't really care that much if he did. it would be peaceful, at least. the fight would be over . . . and why not? all of the reasons he tried to count on his hands, they melted away like cooked skin off of brittle bone; it was all too tempting to slip into that comfortable, warm darkness, like the sandy bottom of the ocean, and not swim back up . . .
but somehow, he had gathered the last bits of his will in his chest, and survived.
he thinks of Nihat; how he had drowned in his own fears, his sorrow weighing him down like an anchor. and what will become of Annie, when she's fighting against the tide, the suffocating waves the capitol will plunge her into ... ? . . . to this end, he could tell her a tall tale. 'i thought of happy memories. i thought of friends.' ( it's the kind of answer you'd give when they thrust a microphone into your face, asking HOW DID YOU DO IT, and you're blinking into the bright lights of the cameras, painted-pale faces staring you down . . . ) he did, but that wasn't what brought him back. . .
he put down the net he was making, sitting at Annie's side— her weave was better constructed. was that because they had been practicing, or had she always been that good? he doesn't remember. he looks at her instead of the net; " . . . do you ever get mad? really mad? at the world... ? at the president; the academy— the reaping . . . or even, your mom? " anything— anyone. whatever she could use as the spark for a flame. " because it's all unfair, right? all of this... when you think about it, it's really all bullshit. they say they'll feed your district for a year... yeah, well, why don't they divvy that up and give a little bit to every district, all the time ? if they did, we wouldn't need these stupid games. " it was never about the food, the medicine they would receive; it was all about control. some citizens were sharp enough to have picked that up long before their games began, but he hadn't been so cynical; he didn't realize how easy it would be for the capitol to feed every hungry mouth in Panem— not until he'd seen it's luxury and splendor with his own two eyes... " it would make me so mad— when I realized we were fighting over nothing. they just want to see us die, and kill each other ... they like it. " still, so many years later, he sounds a little shocked by the sadistic voyeurism of the capitol. ( it was hard to conceive of anyone enjoying what he'd seen; visions that haunted his nightmares . . . ) he remembered the recap of his games: they cried, at all the right beats— screamed in horror whenever an axe came swinging toward a broken body— but their eyes were GLUED to the screen, big and wide; gaping mouths couldn't hide their delight. their lives were nothing more than playthings to the capitol: bloody puppets on strings. disgust and contempt was clear in his scathing ( lowered, so not to be overheard ) voice. he wasn't merely ranting and raving without a purpose, though; he had a point, too. he looks her in the eyes, serious yet concerned. he put his hand on her shoulder. " — so don't give them the satisfaction of dying. if it makes you mad, you can use that. "
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jeoseungsaja · 2 years
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🍸 + "what do you need to move on?" ( for hyuk in arc two 🥺 but i also know that's gonna get realll sad- feel free to skip any if all of them, alex!! and please have a wonderful day too <3 )
@ofgentleresolve ♚ from x.
♔ ———–
    Sitting on the stairs that lead to his shabby office, a bottle of clear liquor is latched to his scarred hand. He usually doesn’t drink like this, prefers to use his sorrows as fuel to catch the justice he so ardently seeks. However, there are days where he finds himself in some kind of profound, oceanic hole without an exit; struggling to climb up and feel the air that his lungs so desperately need. These moments feel like heavy bricks attached to his ankles, dragging him toward deep sea; moments where his memories hurt more than giving him any kind of solace; moments where he knows his friend is a ghost and fervently wishes he wasn’t (but that’s not going to make Patrick rise out of his grave, is it?). 
   A hiccup, he tries to stand up and stumbles a little; long arm managing to get looped around the dilapidated rail. God, he hates this. Hates that the alcohol does nothing to numb the emotions bubbling within him; hates that the bottle is only making him more prone to speak about the things he’s been saving up since forever; hates that he feels helpless --- hates that he misses him so much, the yearning alone could burn an entire hole in his heart; pierce it permanently. 
   Stubborn as a mule, he still fights to walk down the stairs as a question echoes through. Who’s asking this? Who’s saying it? Is it his own head or is it someone who managed to see him in this shameful state? Suki is supposed to be back at his apartment to get some sleep; Jae-Hwan left about three hours ago --- there shouldn’t be anyone else around here but him and his heavy heart; him and this doltish idea of getting drunk. Feet get dragged on the last block of stairs and when he lets go of the rail, he has to lean in and support himself on the dirty windowsill. Fingers dig into the stained wood; a hand leaving the bottle on the window’s stool. 
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   What do you need to move on? Can he even do it? Move on from losing someone he knew and loved for years? Move on from the lack of justice his best friend was given? Move on from experiencing misery that seems to portray an immense valley with drained flowers and vicious tentacles that keep extending themselves? Will there be a day where he doesn’t feel like this? Where he doesn’t latch onto a specific file that he’s re-read a thousand times; where he doesn’t stare with ache at the Lily of the Valley sitting near his desk, where he doesn’t graze the tattoo engraved inside his wrist with a close-lipped simper that wishes to break into tears. 
    There he goes again, trembling fingers pulling his sleeve down, if only to see the permanent drawing sitting on his skin --- an ode to him; an important piece he will always carry with him. 
    Until the end, and then a little more.
   “Maybe...a new...a new heart or...a new brain, I--I don’t know.” 
    He has to, one day, right? One day. He knows Patrick wouldn’t like him to sink like this --- he was always his anchor, the one who cheered him on. But it’s just...tough. Even after all these years. Losing him wasn’t easy and so, moving on isn’t easy, either. 
   “Sometimes I’m...waiting to wake up from a long nightmare. Hoping that...it’s just that, all of this. A nightmare. But it’s real, it’s all real---” 
    Even if his head sometimes plays tricks on him, he’s aware of this sour, stinging reality. His jaw clenches; hand brusquely moving to let the bottle drop onto the floor. It shatters into humid pieces, staining the floor. He breathes through his nose; closes his eyes. 
   “The people who did this to him...they need to pay. They need to get what they truly deserve. And I...I won’t rest until that happens. May--maybe then, I’ll be able to move on.” 
   Maybe.    Perhaps.    Who knows.
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interxstitial · 1 year
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What kind of traits does Jiwon admire in others? Are there certain traits that he can respect, but may not necessarily get along with?
golden verse: jiwon admires people with seemingly infinite kindness and patience. he strives to be like them every day because he’s ashamed of how he behaved while recovering from the accident. so many people were trying to help him, but he was too angry to understand that. thankfully it wasn’t too late when he realised it! he respects people who are spontaneous or can go about their day without a plan, but he could never do that slkdjf jiwon needs to know what’s on his schedule or he’ll feel like he’s lost control. on a sort of superficial level, it’s kind of like... if he had a roommate and they were just like “i’ll do the dishes eventually,” jiwon would go berserk. he’d say, “um no??? there’s dishes in the sink. there shouldn’t be any dishes in the sink. wash them now.”
otherside verse: he admires people who remain optimistic in the face of adversity. his life is so full of horrific things that it doesn’t always occur to him that there could be anything good about it. jiwon just wants to be happy, too. :’( ironically, compared to golden verse, this jiwon probably wouldn’t get along with someone who has their life put together all the time. for.. several reasons. part of him might be suspicious, wondering if it’s all just for show and that person is completely different on their own. another part of him would just kind of.. feel embarrassed. like, it’s wonderful that you’re happy and have everything together, but jiwon can’t be around you without feeling like he should just go home and never come out again. (personally, i think he needs to be around people like that, but...)
bitter verse: i..... don’t think julien admires anything about anyone LASKDJF i suppose he loves his parents very much, especially with how supportive they were of his dreams, but i wouldn’t say he admires that about them. there are plenty of traits in people where he’ll think “that’s nice,” but not to the point where he’d aspire to adopt those traits or seek them out for the company he keeps. julien respects people who are driven like him, but if their endeavours get in the way of his work, then they need to go.
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phantombs · 1 year
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@ofgentleresolve asked: ❛ we’ll survive, you and i. ❜ ( for….annie? :3 ) / 𝐟. 𝐬𝐜𝐨𝐭𝐭 𝐟𝐢𝐭𝐳𝐠𝐞𝐫𝐚𝐥𝐝 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐞𝐧𝐜𝐞 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫𝐬. (no longer accepting).
“But we did. Are. We already have been.” Oh.
The tides clamor swift like a shiver past the sand dunes. A far seagull whistles. The sun dips low. Cường, farther out than puttering Annie, turns, silhouette emblazoned by the slithering hour, and everything... Everything feels transient, blushing tender like a summer-ripe grapefruit, and should one strain enough, one's mind might start to wander — to flutter gone with the wind, to be cast to sea. Sea. Suddenly, memories loud and all-encompassing roar their bones, but dreamer only delights in it. He doesn’t think of nightmare and an undying horror. He walks deeper into the wet, seaweed past his toes. “What makes you think–” head swimming as hers always is “–that we haven’t?” he asks. He walks. His voice, low and churning, cascades a little like ocean-song. His gaze finds her again, and the scent of salt takes the hour. He looks steady as anything. An anchor. Permanent. “We wouldn’t be here together if we didn’t, I'd have thought, always walking this same line along this beach... The dead can't walk. It doesn't make much sense to me otherwise, honestly. ”
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moonspower · 1 year
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What kind of TV shows does he like to watch? Is he more of a cable person or a Netflix kind of person? Does he find himself drawn more toward animated series or live-action series?
✨ @ofgentleresolve ty!!
he has cable because he loves the ritual of coming home and turning on the weather channel with his remote like his father does. :))
virote has a bunch of DVD/ VHS bootlegs of 90s and 2000s reality trash with commercials included because that's exactly what he likes! the real world, flavor of love, i love new york, rock of love, the bachelor, jersey shore, keeping up with the kardashians, the simple life, charm school, the list goes on. he also likes cooking competition shows! any era. past, now. don't matter. but the japanese version of iron chef is always gonna be his shit. he's really into indie film and documentaries, outside of that. he don't really care about the latest hot shows. if you asked him about the newest, shiny thing going on with netflix ya boy wouldn't have a clue lmao it's just never interesting to him.
dudesss rly into arthouse. and rly old grindhouse. and just anything that can blow him away. bollywood, too! international flicks... ya man.
oh and his old anime... ofc... can't take the otaku-ism outta this one...
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mythvoiced · 1 year
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@ofgentleresolve | ♥ | for: Annie Choi
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"And, no further info on how it made you feel, that's one of the rules."
Chén and the personal space of others seem to get along better than their personality seems to. Where they hardly halt to consider and read what a twitch, a look, a smile, or lack thereof, might have to add to the silent conversations a group of bodies have beneath actual words exchanged, they seem to own enough of the world to get... close.
Sitting next to people, gesturing with their hand an inch too far into someone's space, it's only actual touch that they actually stop at. That would be binding, after all. A way to create remembrance when they wouldn't mind being forgotten.
They could slip in and out of history the way water washes against and then away from shore. You never know which droplet had touched sand before. You can't tell one drop of ocean apart from the next, you'll never know what has touched the bottom of the sea and what might even have clung to human skin.
The sea is eternal (spiritually, at least. Maybe you've encountered parts of it already, maybe you haven't.
That's what Chén could be. But it's easier to stand out instead... make sure people only remember them, in the only tone they can offer.
Bad luck.
Bad vibes.
She looks like she could most definitely use just about anything but either of those things. They don't know if it's because the weight of the drag of her skin is apparent enough that even they would notice or because they've seen someone collapse into their grief before, but they can't imagine... someone with a look like that in their eyes would have any use for them.
Unless... for a little revenge.
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"If you tell me too much, I might start sympathising with you. No, no. Convince me that the guy who yelled at you doesn't deserve bad things happening to him."
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Hello Chilla!! I’m here w/ the questions for Roxy- I’m going to send them in as separate asks: feel free to answer them in as much or as little detail as you want and if you want to skip over any, that’s more than fine with me <3
We know that Roxy in her main verse is someone who is very in control in herself- she faces the unknown on a daily basis as part of her job….since the unknown can be unpredictable and at times dangerous, what her reaction to fear? How does she cope with it? is there anything that legit would scare her?
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Why hello, Ferre!
To say that Roxy is absolutely fearless is a complete lie, yes she is brave, but more than half the time, she simply sucks it up, holds her head up high, and confronts every situation head on. Though, fear is a useful response if it calls upon her to use her intuition that there is something dangerous out there, or something is simply not right. Fear is first met with caution, reminding herself not to panic or give in to baser instincts.
Seldom does she get paralyzed, but there are adversaries or forces that she clearly cannot content with. Certain gods, monsters, entities, and demons might just evoke that sense of fear in which death is something of a trivial problem compared to what these creatures might be able to do. In fact, she doesn't fear death, and accepts it as a natural part of life and accepts the risk that it does come with the kind of work she does.
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chimonai · 9 months
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        Something has awakened anew in quaint Kurain Village. Something forbidden, vile. Something that was never meant to be invited back into the world of the living. Such was the decree of the elders, intending to prevent tragedy to repeat, to wipe an old shame from memory. A snuffed candle, rekindled in the dead of night. The she-ghost, doll-faced and housed by a body not her own, sneaks off, onto the dirt road leading away from the living area. Night air fills her lungs. Her head tilts upwards to drink in the sight of the firmament, the twinkling stars, the round, full moon — the unchanging, eternal beauty nature offers.
This village, too, is unchanging. Still a ghost town, after all these years, and she's the un-living proof.
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          As she walks down the path to her freedom, she notices a man. Quite an uncommon sight, given this place’s history. She gathers he’s a tourist, here to learn about the supernatural. He’s an impediment to her plans, but no thorn in her side.  “Um, excuse me, Mr. Tourist?”  She approaches him with the grace instilled in her from young years, moving and speaking as if she belonged here, as if she were merely performing her duty.  “Visitors aren’t allowed to wander around the village at night. Would you please go back to your room?” / @ofgentleresolve
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CYAN MY DEAR ♡ you asked for questions so here I am, sending them as separate asks :’D As always feel free to answer them with as much or as little detail as you want- you’re also more than welcome to skip any if all if you would like!!
What are some traits he finds attractive ( not necessarily in a romantic sense, more like a general ‘oh this person is cool’ kind of like ) in other people? How about some traits that he finds repulsive?
As someone who is branded as the “black sheep” in his family and doesn’t often fit in with others outside of it either, he is drawn to people who are outcasts in similar ways too. Those who don’t conform, who are difficult to get along with, who offend by personality, manners, or looks — intentionally or not. Ray feels a vague, innate sense of fellowship with people like that. 
Whether he realizes it or not, he also finds traits compelling which he lacks. People who are calm, introspective, and possess a grounding presence counterbalance his reckless and impulsive nature. People who are openly kind, remind him of his mother. In a similar vein, he has a like for aloofness and pessimism. It’s not necessarily attractive to him in the sense he finds it admirable, but these dispositions imbue him with the need to challenge and tease. He wants to leave a mark on such individuals. To put it plainly, he feels attracted to opposites.
Traits he doesn’t like at all are dishonesty, dispassion, and cruelty. The latter of which is especially abhorrent to him. While he's no saint himself, struggling with anger issues as he does, he dislikes to see cruelty in other people. It reflects a part of him he knows is there, but one he struggles against. Something that separates him from his mother and brings him so much closer to his father. That’s why subconsciously he seeks people who inspire him to do better.
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