pg - 13 // 2min // ~7k w
warning: one too many inaccuracies
with accordance to the traditions, detail and
dialogue (probably much more than this)
of the joseon period of korea. the plot is 
completely and utterly fictional and does not
in any way suggest that any of the members of  
SHINee engage in homosexual activities (i.e. cross
dressing((well)), sex ( Read more... )

I was leisurely walking through the halls of the palace where the classrooms were aligned in calm stride, admiring the detailed imagery painted on the wall to my left when an easel slams onto the hard surface. It clashes with the wall, gliding vertically in a rough manner towards the door. Had I been an actual girl I might’ve shrieked and hid in ( Read more... )

One of the queen’s handmaids accompanies me to my trip to the underground cellar where they kept prisoners of the palace. It wasn’t anything like I’d imagined. I had this image where everything was being dwelled by rats and slime. I was grateful for imagining the worst.

Most of the blocks were unoccupied and as we neared the one furthest to the ( Read more... )

Pretty boys don’t have much of a place in this town. I’m almost certain people think I was useless since the day I learned how to walk. Apparently, being pretty is a luxury reserved for women who have been blessed.

I never asked for a button nose and double lids, nor did I ask for a slender figure and naturally straight hair. These things come to ( Read more... )