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does anyone want to discuss thread ideas? i think i need to get my creative juices flowing again.

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scoots in awkwardly why hello I am going to revamp characters and everything in general. I need to W R I T E.

i have updated very little, but i will be back tonight. click here if you’d like to see the very limited muse-pool i’ll be working with! feel free to shoot me a message if you want to say hi. i miss being here.

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          “you think this is a game?” ottavio scoffed to himself as he leaned back in his cushy chair. across the room was a man clearly clinging to his life, an active trickle of blood dripping onto his shirt from a cut on his head. “then i guess we’ll play a game. tell me what you know, and i’ll drop you off at a hospital.” upon the expected refusal, ottavio waved his hand. the gesture called over his men skulking in the shadows. casually, the man began eating while screams and sickening cracks filled the air. “clean this up when you’re done.” he took his time eating his snack before making his way back upstairs from the basement. the screams were no longer heard. “get ready. we’re going out tonight.”

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          it had never been a struggle of light versus dark inside of halldór nor did he ever feel as if he were on the wrong side of justice, but the shadows were what left him conflicted -the gray area open to interpretation. who was he to judge someone’s crimes or lack thereof? if he went on a crusade to strike down all those that dared infringe upon humanity and its right to an autonomous existence, then how was he to interpret those crimes that were lesser?

          he lurked in the shadows both figuratively and literally as he tried his hardest to spot the perfect opportunity, or the right answer. it was never easy, but when he knew, then it was obvious. as a half-vampire, half-warlock he felt as if he had a moral responsibility to uphold balance around the world, and that was exactly what he was doing in a shitty dive bar with the scruff of some random person’s neck in his grip.

          “i’m going to ask you again with no uncertainty...again. where. is. he?” once more, halldór shook the walls of a dingy bathroom by slamming this stranger’s face into it again. this was far from the first time he had to do something almost exactly like this. a vampire hunter’s work was never done.

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          “listen...just because i got my license doesn’t mean i’m going to take you everywhere. did you know that commercial airliners emit 918 million tons of carbon dioxide per year? that’s about two-and-a-half percent of carbon emissions around the world. flying you alone would be irresponsible at best, and murderous at worst. ...................i could probably get you a fat discount, though.” ezra just laughed, nose wrinkling slightly as he did. it was hard for him not to over-exaggerate his reactions; he just couldn’t help himself because he enjoyed the reactions so much. the facts weren’t an exaggeration, though.

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Things I like to know about RP partners.

FILL IN:

I like to be called: tea

My favorite color is: i’m partial to gray-blue

Gender: she/they

One thing you should know about me: uuuuuhhhhhhh muhfuggin.................................................................idk? nothing in particular i can think of tbh

One thing you should know about my muse(s): i love them all. they’re my bbys. i try to make them all rooted in reality, and they’re all pretty stable because i have become more stable over the years. i believe muses are a reflection of some aspect of yourself, and that’s the thing i’ve noticed as i have changed is that my muses have changed, too, especially in the stability department.

First language: English

Second language: i don’t really have one that i speak fluently. korean is closest because i can get by in a basic conversation.

HIGHLIGHT:

age range:  under 13  |  14–17  | 18–22 |  23–25 |  26–29  |  30+  |  70+

am I okay with NSFW?: yes  |  no  | depends | if it’s not smut.

my favorite/most common thing to RP is: angst |  fluff  | smut |  crack  |  action  | other

oc friendly?: yes  |  no  |  depends.

RP blog:  does  |  doesn’t contain OOC posts.

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ephcmeral·:

      Sehun pondered the question, relieved that this conversation wouldn’t take a turn. “Could’ve… Poor Hyuntae, another name for the roster.” Chuckled Sehun. “You could get stuck with haunting the theatre bathroom instead.”

          “Like some poor, strung-out junkie....bound with electrical tape.........................panties inside out.” Really, did he have to use quotes that were so vulgar? To Hyuntae it seemed natural due to the fact that theatre kids had a tendency to know no bounds, so it was fitting, he supposed. The man sighed lightly before sitting up straight and smiling lightly. “Do you want to come to rehearsals today? You can see my demise first hand.”

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tintedpeach·:

Axel was a natural born lover, a care giver and a hopeless romantic rolled all into one. He worse his heart on his sleeve and got in himself in and out of messes for it. But that’s what made life good. He knew that he did his best to live a good life, be a good persona and make other’s smile. He never felt like a person deserved one another, he found the ideology flawed. Much like his mother had taught him, two people destinies align and vary from one another for a specific reason and both people can learn things from one another. Axel had already learned so much from him, whether it was intentional on Halldór’s behalf or not.”Aye..” He sighs, a light chuckle tumbling past his lips as the crickets sang their usual night hymns, “What are we? A kdrama? Let’s try things out first, see how we like things and when we get to that bridge, we can cross it. together.”

A laugh fell from his lips. “Yeah.......yeah, you’re probably right.” Halldór found himself almost smirking against the pale moonlight, making his way closer to Axel just enough to make their bodies brush up against one another. “We’ll see where this goes, I guess.” Not that he was doubting where they were going as a couple. Halldór just really enjoyed stirring the pot, and it showed in everything he did or said. He had hoped that Axel would get used to it, and that he could read him well enough. There had been an instant bond between them that Halldór just couldn’t seem to explain, and it made a piece of him begin to believe in fate. They had been fated to come together in this coven house and begin the process of falling for one another.

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Bori had always been one for minimalism. She liked the open space that it created, the warmth that would flow through the house; especially when you paired it with colorful, vibrant plants. She blamed this on her parents, two green thumbs in their own rights; had she not been so fascinated by forensics and other bodily sciences, she may have followed in her father’s footsteps. Zhina starting up the next generation of the coven was an interesting proposition and of course, Bori supported her in it. The house was beautiful and she loved the way things were organized and decorated but for now she was glad to live in her own space. Separate from the other witches, but close enough she could be there if needed. The only thing she could dislike about it, was her boyfriend’s need to fulfill is Victorian era Gothic fantasy. “Harrison…” She calls from the kitchen, flipping through a magazine as she stirred the pot of 떡뽁이.  “Do we really need this Gothic furniture catalog magazine or can i recycle it?”

Harrison heard the words coming from Bori’s lips and just stared at her from inside of his hood. The two of them had started their life together post-bachelors, and only in times like these did Harrison deem it (jokingly) a mistake. She would never understand his love for dark, rich wood that enclosed and warmed up a space. Bori could never appreciate the beauty of the hand-carved intricacies along a mantelpiece or elaborate armchair, and it broke his heart (again, jokingly). Harrison continued to stare at her blankly before he snatched the magazine from her hands and tucked it lovingly under his armpit. “We do need it because how else am I going to get my fix? You can’t customize a Korean apartment like this.” He opened a random page that happened to be an article on Victorian-izing your bathroom space, then thrust his arm outward to put it in her face.

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tintedpeach·:

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    Naeun was for the first time, had mixed feelings when she heard that Harrison would be home. Prior to his departure to Yale, she had thought the two would have spent their lives together. He had always complained about how her parents understood him more and they had just vibed together naturally. The only thing they disagreed on was her occasionally smoking to help with her adhd, but now that she had actually taken time to talk things out with her parents and get on medication things were kind of getting a little easier for her. That didn’t mean though, that the heartbreak of him breaking up with her didn’t hurt any less. Especially when she had found out he had another girlfriend so soon after. Truthfully, Naeun felt hurt and betrayed and she had spent most days channeling that feeling into her art.

     She had forgotten he’d be arriving today; Despite the constant reminders from both her parents that they’d invited him and his family over for dinner. Naeun had spent her entire day in her sculpting room; headphones on and not wishing to be disturbed, at least judging by the sign on the door. “Mom, can you hand me the clothes I need to change into?” She hollers from the door, putting away her supplies. “I’m about to bake this vase, but I should be done in like twenty minutes.” The sound of the door creaking open has her spinning on her heels, expecting to see no one but her mother, or maybe her father just looking out. “H-Harrison..? Hey..”

Naeun didn’t deserve any of this that he had put onto her. He knew everything about her since the day they’d been born practically, and so it wasn’t any great surprise to anyone when the two of them got together. His dad was happy, her dad was happy, and the two of them were happy. Harrison never quite felt like he fit into his family very well. Both of his parents were incredibly positive and upbeat. They had been great to him, and gave him nothing but the best in life and the tools to strive for more, but that was the problem. They wanted too much from him -too much emotion, too much information, and too much affection. He had always been way more comfortable coming over to uncle Desmond and aunt Jihwa’s place than his own. Desmond was a father figure who never expected him to open up about his feelings, or really much of anything, and just accepted him as is. That was much more appealing to a teenager who pretended to be broody all of the time than a father who showed his love every waking second of every single day.

However, at present there was a problem that Harrison had to deal with, and that was Naeun and the sudden, albeit expected, breakup he had thrust upon her. Yale had changed him in more ways than he could have anticipated. Now that he had been away from home, Harrison had grown up in more ways than he ever could have known he needed to. He appreciated his parents more and all that they gave him in life. He no longer needed to look down on the world and poo-poo at those that were “normal.” Harrison was different, but he was also normal for being different. He played rugby in a championship team, and aced all of his classes. Harrison discovered that he had a style, and that he loved sports while also loving darker, more gothic things. He discovered a woman at Harvard that he fell head over heels for who helped him grow up, and helped him love life while accepting his seemingly polar opposite interests as perfectly normal and reasonable.

“Hey...figured I’d find you here.” Harrison sighed and steeled himself for this tough talk. “Before we get out into the fray...we should probably clear the air so dinner isn’t awkward.”

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Brown orbs blink in curiosity as she listens, her expression slowly formulating into confusion with the raise of her eyebrows. “How do I do that?” She asks quietly, eyes falling back down onto the screen as the app opened up on her device.  The loud buzzing and sudden vibrations spook her a bit, physically jumping at the sudden sound. Yuyu admired Jinwoo’s calmness, the way he seemed to handle things with ease. It seemed like every little new thing scared or confused her; it was frustrating. While she knew her parents had holed her up for a reason, it made her resent them in a way. She felt so unprepared for the rest of the world that she felt like she constantly looked like an idiot. “Oh i want to see the cherry blossoms and visit that … that palace!!”

As he listened to her list, Jinwoo sipped at his coffee almost idly. “Oh!” He put the cup down for a moment before he continued, “경복궁! It has been a while since I went; it should be fun. Hopefully it doesn’t get too hot in the sun, though.” Jinwoo picked his coffee back up again with an encouraging smile at Yuyu. “We’ll keep working on the smartphone thing later. Don’t worry about it too much. As long as you know how to make calls and send a text, then you have all you need!” The teen took yet another sip of his drink before pointing to Yuyu’s. “Try it!”

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gays are like: i go to the art museum. i look at a painting. i contemplate the irreconcilable loneliness at the very core of my existence. i look at another painting.

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VOGUE KOREA ; – Narcissist (July issue)

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goodevcning·:

Dohyun stops in his tracks as Christian appears in front of him, the person in his company looking to the both of them one at a time. Unfortunately for that person, Dohyun doesn’t seem to remember that they exist or that his arm is actually around their shoulders at the time. All he can do is stare at Christian. It’s a surprise for sure, the way that Christian seems to have suddenly changed his mind about letting him walk away. Dohyun should have been happy about it. It’s what he wanted, right? After a few moments, Dohyun narrows his eyes. He’s not going to give in first. Christian is going to have to speak.

“Well?” Dohyun is expectant, and his companion is confused.

“Well what? Are you dumb?” Read: Was I not clear enough? “You have to come home with me. Not them.” What was he? Five? Christian probably was, to be honest. His emotional growth wasn’t exactly there, but he was trying. The fashion designer sighed sharply through his nose, but he had calmed down significantly in the span of a few minutes. Some kind of impatience was still nagging at the back of his mind. Christian was just waiting for a no, or to be shoved aside and left behind. It really wouldn’t have surprised him, but he realized that he was waiting for the other’s reaction with baited breath.

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goodevcning·:

Yangi doesn’t understand how or why Phoenix likes bad coffee, and the feline raises an eyebrow, staring the other male down. “You like bad coffee? Why the fuck would you wanna have bad coffee on purpose?” An obnoxious laugh escapes from his lips. He snatches up a menu and buries his nose into it, barely peeking over the edge of it when Phoenix speaks again. “Man, you’re a walking contradiction tonight, ain’t you? You told me you wanted to get pancakes and now that we are sitting here, you have to have french toast?” Yangi cackles a bit, slapping the menu flat down on the table and leaning forward. “You high, bro? You can’t just keep that shit to yourself!”

“You know what? Sometimes people say things in the heat of the moment, Yangi, and they don’t always mean it.” A light grin painted his lips as he took a sip of his newly-transformed shitty coffee into slightly-less-shitty coffee. His nose automatically wrinkled at the flavor before he got a smile on his face. “That’s what I’m talkin’ about,” he muttered to himself before leaning back. The accusation of being high only served to make Phoenix snicker under his breath. “I can if you don’t pay for it. Tell you what: friend’s discount. Buy my shitty food, and I’ll give you something besides my sparkling presence to make you happy.” A small pat to his breast pocket let the other know that he was carrying, but he wasn’t going to say what it was just yet. Phoenix enjoyed giving surprises, and enjoyed it more when it was a happy one.

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sunwoo ≫ ep. 5 of come on! the boyz summer vacation rpg