inboxideas:

Using a random number generator:

➊ an everyday note
➋ a happy birthday card
➌ a “dear john” letter
➍ a “please remember to…” note
➎ a confession
➏ a “morning after” letter
➐ a love poem
➑ a goodbye letter
➒ a letter meant to be read only once my character is dead
➓ a message asking for something

_{“No, it’s okay." He shakes his head, waving away the apology. "It’s probably the fact that every time I wonder about and ask a question or greet someone, they say ‘hi’ and just leave."} 

_{Yongguk returns the smile, sheepishly running his fingers through his hair. “I take it that you go about here often, seeing that you just casually greeted a stranger?”}

themidnightsiren:

_{“It’s a gift I acquired.” And she could almost scoff at the words she thrown more so with a question that merely pokes at her dark recesses. Hearbeat. ”Maybe..” Shrugging her shoulders, she takes a lungful of air, allowing it to clear the clouds starting to mess in her head. “I don’t give names easily, especially that of my own.” She glances back at him, eyes straight towards his own filled with interest, one seeking as much as he’s treading a dark path. “You could, however, take a guess.”}

_{“A beautiful gift.” He adds, low, graceful notes sliding from lips now curled into the slightest of smiles. “Should I know it? I’d feel quite bad for guessing and labelling you with the wrong name.” Yongguk pauses, thoughts drifting momentarily. Had he seen her before? Had he known her in another thread?  Was her name the same? To hell with it all was the final reply that his mind gave him. “Would I be able to get a name if mine were passed out first?” In all honesty, Yongguk had no idea as to why this female had even caught his attention.}

robert-eriksson:

View from Namsan Tower in Seoul, South Korea.

robert-eriksson:

View from Namsan Tower in Seoul, South Korea.

robert-eriksson:

View from Namsan Tower in Seoul, South Korea.

themidnightsiren:

_{There was absolute darkness, no moon to or even stars to endow an illuminating presence. But even though she could see clear - stark eyes hidden beneath the strands of silky hair covering an abundant part of his face, and pale lips pursed in a straight line. How inquisitive, she thought as the distance between them being eaten by his step, his guarding actions giving enough her enough suspicion. “Even your mere breathing, yes.” Lorraine glances at him, one brow crooked upwards. “Should I not? Not even anyone?”} 

_{Her presence was haunting and at the same time, it was almost pacifying. Now, her next words did shake up his nerves, yet he couldn’t find the shivers in his web of insanity to react with. Yongguk could even say that the situation was amusing. “Quite the hearing you’ve got there then. Not many, if not any, possess such acute auditory senses. Can you hear a heartbeat then?” He speaks softer, leaning his weight towards one foot. “Might I ask for your name?” He inquires, his curiosity peaking as slivers of muffled starlight pass over the figure.} 

_{Yongguk turns about, searching for the source of the voice before being greeted by a figure straightening himself up from a bow. Awkwardly, he dips his head. “Pleasure to meet you, Mark. I’m Yongguk.”}

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themidnightsiren:

_{The darkness is utterly distracting, the view from above way different from the ground, and how gratifying it has always been, to be above these entities, to be away from the weak. The mind caresses the thought, detracting the sense of humanity within as in her position, one with the wind, she felt nothing, absolutely nothing. Eyes closed, she propels every noise from the busy world in exchange of the mild whispers of the wind, until a voice, dark yet soothing, broke through, his presence shattering her temporary peace. “So I’ve got myself a company.” Her words slipped through thin lips, turning from the view of the world below, to find the owner of such voice.}

_{Yongguk tilts his head up towards her figure, dipping it towards the side. Her face, although shadowed by the velvet darkness, appeared familiar. Everything appeared familiar to him. Scoffing internally, he throws away all concepts of world lines, instead speaking up a bit louder. “You do hear me right?” This time, he finishes his question with a small upwards twitch at the corner of his lips. Fingers drumming quickly at the fabric of his jacket, he takes a step closer before turning around to see if there were any individuals about him. Seeing nothing, he turns back, glancing up to wait for a response from the female.}  

reboot-survivor:

A Monster of the Reboot; A Master of Time - Bang Yongguk 

_{Hear him whisper through the cracks of time. See him falter with each step. Watch him breathe, chest rising and falling as the memories overwhelm him. Turn around and look at him once more. He shall laugh, pick up his phone and speak to a black screen, run his finger through his hair and disappear. He walks a tightrope, unbound by the theories of time.}

_{He’s a survivor of a line known only to him, the reboot. He’s a monster, buried by the countless threads of time. He’s a master, a self-proclaimed scientist. He’s a mass of drifting memories; a continual lapse amongst the numbers.} 

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reboot-survivor:

A Monster of the Reboot; A Master of Time - Bang Yongguk 

_{Hear him whisper through the cracks of time. See him falter with each step. Watch him breathe, chest rising and falling as the memories overwhelm him. Turn around and look at him once more. He shall laugh, pick up his phone and speak to a black screen, run his finger through his hair and disappear. He walks a tightrope, unbound by the theories of time.}

_{He’s a survivor of a line known only to him, the reboot. He’s a monster, buried by the countless threads of time. He’s a master, a self-proclaimed scientist. He’s a mass of drifting memories; a continual lapse amongst the numbers.} 

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reboot-survivor:

A Monster of the Reboot; A Master of Time - Bang Yongguk 

_{Hear him whisper through the cracks of time. See him falter with each step. Watch him breathe, chest rising and falling as the memories overwhelm him. Turn around and look at him once more. He shall laugh, pick up his phone and speak to a black screen, run his finger through his hair and disappear. He walks a tightrope, unbound by the theories of time.}

_{He’s a survivor of a line known only to him, the reboot. He’s a monster, buried by the countless threads of time. He’s a master, a self-proclaimed scientist. He’s a mass of drifting memories; a continual lapse amongst the numbers.} 

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reboot-survivor:

A Monster of the Reboot; A Master of Time - Bang Yongguk 

_{Hear him whisper through the cracks of time. See him falter with each step. Watch him breathe, chest rising and falling as the memories overwhelm him. Turn around and look at him once more. He shall laugh, pick up his phone and speak to a black screen, run his finger through his hair and disappear. He walks a tightrope, unbound by the theories of time.}

_{He’s a survivor of a line known only to him, the reboot. He’s a monster, buried by the countless threads of time. He’s a master, a self-proclaimed scientist. He’s a mass of drifting memories; a continual lapse amongst the numbers.} 

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