#상미. sasha: discourse.

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open starter based on a combination of 28 days later + parable of the sower (apocalyptic world overrun by infected people/zombies). muse: sasha. 

                it hadn’t taken long for the infection to spread. once it got out, it spread like wildfire. it reminded her of the time she’d learnt about the plague back in school, back when school and having an education in anything academic was useful. now there are no schools. not actual, physical ones, anyways. people would teach each other things, mainly survival skills and general life hacks that could save your life in the middle of an attack, and parents would teach their kids how to read and write. they were the two most essential things needed to be able to survive in todays climate — one with no government, no police, no hospitals, no future.                 her clothes were tattered and torn, dried blood soaked around the edges of the tears, the rucksack on her bag filled with canned goods and a few more essentials. she stuffed one of her many pocket knives into the side of her sturdy boots, hiding another underneath the sweatband around her wrist. carefully does she enter the gas station, the only one she’d seen for miles whilst walking, an empty water bottle clutched in one hand and her trusty bat in the other. she hated to stop, but she needed to stock up. it was getting hotter and hotter with every passing day, summer creeping up on her at a startling pace. it’s the only way she’s able to tell roughly what time of year it is.                 she’s got her back to the door briefly, sandwiched between two aisles, scooping up some pill bottles off the floor and tossing them in her bag for safe measures when the bell rings, the same bell that rang when she’d both opened and closed the door. she freezes on the spot. eyes wide and alert, listening as best as she could. if they were infected, she’d hear a growling, a snarling. she hadn’t seen anyone, not a real, uninfected person, in weeks, maybe even months now. she can’t help the curiosity that washes over her as she slowly stands, careful not to make a noise as she pokes her head around the side of the aisle, clearing her throat to get the strangers attention.  “ are you— are you alone? “  

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tag dump for: sasha , gayoung & jieun .

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@caeruleums​.

               she hadn’t been able to get him out of her head. she’d slept with other people since, repeats and random hook ups, but none had quite compared to the sheer electricity she’d felt when david had knocked on her front door. she’d had numerous similar encounters, but never before had a neighbour simply visited her mid-orgasm just to help her finish. usually it was to keep her ‘filthy whore mouth closed’, as they so kindly put it.                 usually she would wait for them to come back, never really having been one for making the first move. but she couldn’t quite help herself — why wait for him to come to her, when she can just go to him? bruised and scarred knuckles knock against his front door, goosebumps present on skin as she shivered, still dressed in her outfit from the night before consisting of a too-tight corset and a too-short dress underneath. she could hear the birds chirping from outside as the sun was coming up, visiting him before she bothered going home just to pass out for the day. 

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starter for: @tucuerpo​. 

               she remembers him. she recognises his face from the old family photos she’d burnt years ago when her parents had finally abandoned her and her brother once he was legally old enough to retain guardianship, even in the dim lighting of the bar. she remembers him being a detective, one of the many her father had been friends with in order to maintain a good public image. she’d seen all of them since, mostly during some minor run-ins with the law, but not him. how cruel! he was far better looking than the rest.                it doesn’t take her long to decide to approach, dirty doc martens clanking against the bars laminate flooring as she abandons her own seat, a loosely rolled and unlit cigarette tucked behind each ear as she boosts herself up onto the stool on his left, clearing her throat in an attempt to get his attention.  “ detective valdivia, right? “  elbows come to rest against the bar in front of her, her ample cleavage practically spilling from the low neckline of her black corset.  “ i’ll buy the next round if you can remember my name. “ 

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muse: sasha. open to: male, female, nonbinary. plot: sasha just got her heart broken for the first time in a long time by your muse, and following a big argument (she could’ve cheated or accused them of cheating, anything!), sasha comes running back because she’s toxically unable to let go.

               she’s humiliated— mascara staining the underneath of both her eyes as she held her sobs in, muffling her cries in the back of the cab she could only just afford, sparing enough change for a bite to eat off of mcdonald’s’ saver menu when they inevitably send her packing.                she can’t tell what’s more humiliating— the fact that she’d actually opened up more than just her legs for someone, or the fact that she’s now stood outside their home, knowing full well that she’ll only be greeted with another goodbye. but she doesn’t have a choice. little miss independent had suddenly grown dependent, and she can’t even begin to process the idea of being alone again. plus, she still had their address registered as home on uber.                 she staggers towards their door, having consumed a bottle of her brothers cheap wine that she found in the back of the fridge. her cheeks and nose were warm from the friction of all her rubbing, the cuffs of her hoodie smeared with foundation as she tries to catch her breath, ruby-red knuckles lifting to knock at the door before she huddles in closer to the wooden frame, speaking into the gap with a soft voice.  “ please— please can you just let me in? i just want to talk... “  but is it a little too late?

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starter for @ofyearnings​. based on circle the drain by katy perry. 

               nothing was more heartbreaking than watching the person you loved more than anything in the world throw their life away. no matter how much they argued with her, it only seemed to fall on deaf ears, the two of them living in what was now a vicious cycle. sasha could only try and imagine the strain she was putting on their relationship, if you could even call it that anymore. she’s relentless, seeking solace in the bottom of a bottle and a small plastic bag rather than with them. they were tearing apart at the seams, and sasha was the one to blame. she was always the one to blame.                 “ look, you’re not my dad or my mum or whatever it is you think you are. you don’t have to stay, you don’t have to look after me. maybe it would be easier if you’d just fuck off and leave me alone. you just... you ruin everything. can’t i have fun anymore? is that a fucking crime now? why should i have to change? if you want something to change so fucking bad, just — just do it yourself. maybe try loosening up or something. have some of what i’m having. just — get off my dick about it, yeah? “ 

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     ic meme - status : accepting!       @pevertd​ said : “just… tell me what i can do to make you feel better.” 

               “ funny, innit? “  eyes narrow across at him as she sniffles, vision partially blurred by unshed tears that continued to well and tickle at her eyes due to her stubbornness and her hatred for crying.  “ how you only care when it’s too late. “  she turns her face away from him then, hand lifting to her cheek as a finger caught the stray tear as she blinked it away. she hopes he didn’t see.  “ why would you even want to make me feel better, huh? i thought i was just your sisters dumb whore friend. “  

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open starter from: sasha. open to: m/f/nb. plot: sasha’s a mess who apparently knows nothing about boundaries considering your muse is her only friends boyfriend/girlfriend. 

               house parties was where sasha truly became alive , consuming more alcohol than a room full of partygoers combined , having little to no care for the consequences for her actions that would surely follow the next morning . after all , she had a trick or two up her sleeve when it came to both handling her alcohol over the course of the night as well as capping her hangovers the following morning .                 clad in torn up fishnets , an oversized , equally torn shirt with a belt wrapped snugly around her dainty waist , she slumps into the lap of her friends partner , huffing before taking a sip of the concoction she’d poured in her red cup . she turns to them with a smile , having interrupted whatever they’d been doing previously because , again , she just didn’t seem to care .  “ sooo .. beth stayed home ‘cause she’s sick , huh? sure sucks to be her . “  back slumps against the arm of the couch behind her , cheek coming to rest against the couch as she bats dark , long lashes up at them .  “ i never took you as the sort of person to ditch their girlfriend and come out , s’kind of an asshole move . lucky for me , though .. i finally get to have you all to myself! “ 

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starter for: @paramcur​. muse: sasha. 

               sometimes she finds herself pitying her brother, feeling sorry for how foolish he was to trust sasha enough to leave her alone with his friends whenever he had some work emergency, which, at this point, she thinks is a sneaky affair. either that, or one of the girls on campuses water broke. still, she’d expected her brother to have learnt his lesson by now   -   she’s practically aced the art of being irresistible at this point, her moral compass having been lost a long time ago.                 clad in nothing more than a black, lacy bra that was probably a size or two too small considering the way her cleavage was practically spilling from it, and a pair of loose-fitting, black and tattered pyjama shorts, an array of fresh and old bruises alike scattered across pale, sun-starved skin as she slumps onto the couch, her naked knee touching teddy’s clothed one as she gets uncomfortably, and unnecessarily, close on a couch big enough to seat four.  “ as if hyunseung just ditched us both like that. it’s like he heard me plugging my vibrator in for my morning ritual of making myself cum ‘til i cry and decided to let me have the chance of just using you to get myself off with instead, huh. how considerate! “  

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open to: m/f/nb. muse: sasha. plot: sasha and your muse have been hooking up regularly and now sasha is being immature and has been avoiding them. 

               she was never usually one for sleeping with someone more than once , maybe twice at a push , but never this many times .. and it seemed that , for once in her life , she was struggling to say no to someone . and it’s because of her inability to say no that she’d instead settled for saying nothing   -   at all . she’d been giving them the silent treatment for a few days now , having gone to a party to get back into the swing of things , and it was going well .               that was , up until she saw them standing across from her , their eyes meeting as if she was in some corny romantic comedy . it doesn’t help that she was in someone else’s lap . she’d ignore them some more , but sasha plus parties often equaled confrontation . hence why she’s up and already striding towards them , closing the gap between them whilst sipping her drink .  “ are you going to actually say something , or just sit and stare like some creepy ass stalker? “

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               she’d expected his ignorance , but what she hadn’t expected was for her to be genuinely hurt by it . there was only a few weeks left of term , & she’d be damned if he thought he could finish the school year without at least acknowledging her beyond grading her papers .                 “ mr kwon , “  the doors opened with brute force , & it’s slammed shut with even more as she spins towards him , her dainty frame storing up enough pent up anger to wage a war .  “ i don’t know who you think you are to be able to get away with ignoring me , but that’s not how it works . “  small hands crash against the desk , internally regretting the force used as the impact burns at her palms , bending at the hip somewhat as she glares across at him .  “ do you want to keep fucking me or not ?! because if you don’t just say so i can stop freezing my fucking ass off without any panties on in your classes once the dean fucking fires you . “  /  @summerlcst. 

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open to : m , f , nb .  muse : sasha . connection : classmate , friend , fwb , etc . plot : sasha totally killed ( & then dismembered ) ‘ brock ’ from the frat party after he followed her home & tried to assault her . his ‘ disappearance ’ is hot news on campus , & she doesn’t know how to handle it all because she accidentally enjoyed killing him .

               she’s almost sure that the red polish on her nails was blood , remnants to remind her of the gory weekend before where she’d been left with no chance but to defend herself , but she’d spent hours scrubbing herself from head - to - toe , erasing any & all evidence that could’ve linked her to that grυeѕoмe night .                she couldn’t stop thinking about how easy it’d been , how once she’d defended herself & rendered her attacker unconscious ( or dead ) she’d just kept continuing , reaching for the scissors that’d since been soaked in bleach & thrown away . 

               their voice calls her out from her filthy train of thought , brows furrowing inwards & upwards as she plays uncharacteristically nice .  “ yeah it’s like , totally crazy .. no ones seen brock since his frat threw that post - exam party at the weekend . - did you even go ?? “

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open to : m , f , nb .  muse : sasha , prominent troublemaker + major fuckgirl .  connection : professor .  plot : x . 

sᴀsʜᴀ     :     i’m telling the dean u accept ur students on snapchat :/ sᴀsʜᴀ     :     or am i the only exception to ur rule of not mixing business w pleasure sᴀsʜᴀ     :     if so drop ur address i’ll swing round ♡

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               “ i told my brother that i’m seeing someone so he’d get off my back about .. well , you don’t need to know what it’s about . “  - but she’s sure he could take a good guess . she doesn’t exactly have the best track record when it comes to dating .. in fact , she just doesn’t date .  “ & you’re who i’m seeing . congratulations . i told him you’re picking me up on valentines day at seven . “  /  @surlycruxes . 

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                knowing she had none other than the chae woojin practically 𝘸𝘳𝘢𝘱𝘱𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘳𝘰𝘶𝘯𝘥 𝘩𝘦𝘳 𝘧𝘪𝘯𝘨𝘦𝘳 was empowering to say the very least . his admiration for her was partially pathetic , partially sweet , & completely beneficiary on both ends . all she has to do is not get him caught in the web of trouble that she threads so diligently .                  sprawled out atop of his adorned in black from head to toe bed does she rest , fishnet - clad legs bent up at the knees , ankles crossing in the air as she sucks on what must be her third lollipop of the day , her tongue as blue as the fruit the candy stole it’s flavour from .  “ why do all the news outlets use that same picture of you over & over again for literally any headline revolving around you ?? you don’t even look that good in it .. i can send them a whole album of pictures where you look a billion times better . but i don’t think they’d be all that inappropriate , huh ?? “  /  @painridden . 

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open to : m/f/nb . > muse : sasha .  > connection : friend , fwb , friends sibling , friends boyfriend/girlfriend , etc . 

sasha:    i accidentally broke my brothers ps4 :/ sasha:    so now i’m selling foot pics .  sasha:    no .. make that pics in general . sasha:    me snapchatting u rn is gonna cost u $50 at least . sasha:    u have my paypal deetz .