ohh fun! if i ever finish ‘virgo sun, scorpio moon’ you’ll get my super in-depth answer but for now… soobin might do candle magic (inc. sigils) and some lowkey rituals here and there, altars and meditation; yeonjun would work with his voice a lot (chants and healing songs), he’d be very in tune with the moon cycles, knowing when to charge his crystals etc; beomgyu would be the healer type, ancient rituals with herbs and natural medicine; taehyun would be your tarot guide for sure, he’d work a lot with the veil and the energies on the other side; kai would work with the earth and honor each season with a ritual, the type to water a patch of grass in exchange for picking a flower. he’d have his own garden. that’s how i’d see it for now♥️

haha i’ve almost done that very many times. i do like to end my own stories with a hopeful note nowadays. something to give myself comfort. i used to be more brutal: killing a character at the very end for the sake of it, dark characters that didn’t have a blink of light in them… but i find grey and ambiguous stories more interesting.

ah, flames to ashes taegyu are probably somewhere warm, watching the sunset. i never really spelled out the setting but the story was set in the 19somethings, so they’re older now. they’re alright and really, this time. going to pride every year. married in every way except legally. but they have rings. beomgyu’s hair is long again. taehyun has to wear glasses everyday and beomgyu teases him for it cause he can’t just outright say he finds it hot. still. they’re head over heels. beomgyu doesn’t need the pills anymore. they reconnected with yeonjun. soobin got to meet his kid, finally. beomgyu’s got a few grey hairs and taehyun kisses them every morning. kai called them years ago, apologized, and talked with beomgyu for a long time. he never told taehyun everything they talked about. and that’s fine. beomgyu writes songs. taehyun’s a journalist. they foster kids. mostly queer kids that have been thrown out. they have a girl right now, they’re planning to adopt her. a lot of friends. a lot of warmth. a lot of healing.

you were only exactly a month late. thank you so much, darling🤍

hi, darling. the only poetry books i’ve ever owned are by rupi kaur. i’m not one to remember poems by heart, i’m more of a lyric rememberer myself, but i found one of hers called ‘self-love’ that i think you might like. i don’t know if i subscribe to the loving yourself notion but caring for yourself is important. although petals are pretty, i do hope you won’t morph into one just yet. take a breath, drink some water; if you can, go outside, if you can’t, just look out the window; move your body a little, stretch. your mind will follow. the poem goes:

first / i went for my words / the i can'ts. the i won'ts. the i'm not good enoughs./ i lined them up and shot them dead / then i went for my thoughts / invisible and everywhere / there was no time to gather them one by one / i had to wash them out / i wove a linen cloth out of my hair / soaked it in a bowl of mint and lemon water / carried it in my mouth as i climbed / up my braid to the back of my head / down on my knees i began to wipe my mind clean / it took twenty-one days / my knees bruised but / i did not care / i was not given the breath / in my lungs to choke it out / i would scrub the self-hate off the bone / till it exposed love

hope it’ll help you. much love🤍

that. means so much to me. i do really enjoy writing the difficult, touching stories because it feels worth it. i like the melancholy and the complexity, but i also enjoy finding the beauty in the small things, the bittersweet stuff. i have much more to say about the hard things in life than the easy ones. there’s a satisfaction when a story that actually means something to me manages to touch another person, maybe even bring them to tears. recently i’ve written more stories just for the hell of it, without a deeper meaning, but they don’t matter to me as much. my favorites will always be the ones my heart was in fully. lodestar, flames to ashes, firefighter arson being some. thank you for finding beauty in my stories (and for the follow). i’ll keep your words in mind the next time i’m struggling to write something with meaning. those stories are usually the most frustrating to write, but the most rewarding in the end. thank you, seriously🤍 i’ll think about this for a long time. much love and take care!