#🎹 interactions

[jazzykitten]

Closed starter for: @itskimibtchh Location: Berlioz's apartment

Berlioz hadn't expected his night to end up with Kimi sobbing in his arms. He hadn't been having the greatest night himself, already pretty gone when Kimi arrived. Just something to numb the pain, he told himself every night. He pushed his own emotions aside the best he could though to console his friend. One arm wrapped around her, the other hand gently rubbing circles on her back. "Hey, it's alright. She's home now." He tilted her chin up and gave her a half-smile. "I know you're sad and want to make up for lost time, but...I'm sure your mother would want you to still live, Kimi." Berlioz bit on the inside of his cheek, unsure of how to console her enough to calm her down. "You have to stop blaming yourself. This time of year doesn't help, it's stressful on a good day. Just...try to enjoy the present." Easier said than done. Berlioz should probably take his own advice, he thought. He let out a sigh that blew his hair away only for it to fall back into his face. "I'm sorry. I wish I knew how to help you." A frown crosses over his features. "Tell me, what do you need right now?" He looked into her eyes and brushed some tear dampened hair from her face. "I want to help you, you just have to tell me how."

[hauntcdvows]

Closed starter for: @corpsebridc Location: uhhh dealer's choice

Victor had always been a nervous man. Even as a young boy he was always on edge, looking behind his shoulder to make sure nothing was following him. Flashforward years later and he's in Evermore with a curse he struggles to carry the burden of. Seeing the dead who haven't quite crossed over yet was a living nightmare and Victor only had himself to blame. He felt that way at least. He didn't necessarily blame Emily, but he didn't feel it was wholly fair either. Still, he carried the burden on his shoulder and blamed himself for not being honest with them. With Emily on his mind it was no wonder she would just happen to pop up. Almost like a ghost. She nearly scared Victor with the sight of her alone and he went paler than he already was, if possible. Knowing he was doomed and they had seem him though he hesitantly approached her, hands fiddling nervously behind his back. "E-Emily," he greeted with her a small nod. "Fancy running into you here. I...did not expect to see you. Um, a-are you alone?" He glances away quickly, flinching, as he's certain he felt something brush up against him causing a cold chill to run up his spine. He turns his attention back to Emily. "I'm sorry. I shouldn't have troubled you. I'm sure you have plenty of other important matters to attend to on your agenda."

[jazzykitten]

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Kimi laughing was possibly the best sound Berlioz could have heard all night. It gave him some sense of relief that he might be able to distract her for the night and lift her spirits. Seeing Kimi so down was unusual and it made Berlioz sad. "I'm not going anywhere," he said. "And neither are you. I'm not allowing it. So, we're not going to go down that path. Don't let your mind go there, Kimi." His voice was sincere as he spoke. It would do no use dwelling on the what ifs.

Berlioz's gaze followed her as she lit the pipe and inhaled. Her Bob Ross comment made him chuckle. "Yeah, my brother's the artist of the family. Not me." He looked back at Kimi and shook his head. "You're not a downer. Not tonight and not ever. Just because you're hurting doesn't mean you're still not fun to be around," he tried to assure her. But beauty is pain and love hurts, right? The words rang in his head over and over. She was right and it was a bitter truth. Berlioz's felt like every time his heart beat it was pressing so hard against his chest that it would break free. He had to keep his cool for Kimi. He needed a distraction for the both of them. "Life is always shitty, that's the harsh matter of reality. You have to find the not shitty things to distract you from the truth." He grabbed the pipe off the table and took another long hit as he lit it. Placing it back on the table he held the smoke in for a moment before slowly exhaling, only letting out a few short coughs. Hopefully that helped him chill out.

"Alright, we smoked. What do you want to do? There's plenty of options. You get to choose. Whatever you want." Berlioz looked back to her and locked eyes through the splits between hair that had fallen back in his eyes. For a few moments he just looked at her, something clicking in the back of his brain. Kimi was really pretty. It wasn't like Berlioz thought she wasn't. She was just...right there and so close. Maybe the weed was helping. He wasn't sure. He just knew that he was really attracted to her in that moment. Berli had to almost force himself to look away and shake another thought from his mind. "Or, uh, I can just put some music on. We can sit here and talk." He glances slightly back at her. "Like you said...I'm no Bob Ross, but...I don't know. I wish I knew how to make you feel better, Kimi."

Kimi didn't particularly want to be left with her thoughts, but she figured if she couldn't handle a few minutes then she was... quite frankly, fucked. She just really didn't want to think about it. No matter how strongly she missed them, Lil and Kira weren't going to magically reappear. She felt like she had to be the strong one when it came to her friends, for everyone except Angelica. And with her dad and Chuckie, if she wasn't the one trying to assure them that her mother was okay, whether she believed it or not, they would all be spiraling. She realized in this moment she'd never felt more alone. She started to pull her knees up on the couch, hug them to her chest to comfort herself, but then remembered it wasn't her furniture and she shouldn't be getting dirt all over it so she left them dangling.

Just then he came back, but he was gone again before she even said anything, still caught up in her own thoughts. He wasn't away as long this time before reappearing with water for both of them. Twisting the cap off, she swallowed a generous amount; it probably wasn't a bad idea to hydrate after consuming alcohol, though she really didn't feel like she'd drank much. Maybe sadness had sobered her up. What a buzzkill.

"That's how you know it's good," she laughed, brought back to Earth by his coughing. "God, Berlioz, don't you dare die. If another person leaves me this week, I might just disintegrate myself." Not that her best fried and her mom were dead. Surely... surely they weren't dead. Fuck. She wasn't going to even allow those thoughts to wander, so she hurriedly flicked the lighter and took in a fair amount of smoke herself, trying not to cough up a lung before placing it on the table. That should be enough to mellow her out some. "Well, you're no Bob Ross, but..." Grinning at him, Kimi shook her head. "You're fine. I'm the Debbie Downer here. But beauty is pain and love hurts, right? I guess that's just a... shitty part of life."

[jazzykitten]

Closed starter for: @oldestsyndrxme Location: Liquor store

It was nearly close for alcohol sales and Berlioz had just gotten off work. Sure, he could have drank at the bar there but he just wanted to go home and be by himself. He stopped at the closest one to his apartment on the way home, grabbed his things, and paid. Something felt off though and it was making Berlioz paranoid. He looked over his shoulder from the anxiety but didn't expect to make eye contact with his brother. Every bone in his body was screaming at him to fucking run but he stood frozen in place, a bag of liquor clasped tightly in his hand. He had no words to say and all he could think about was how absent he'd been. He didn't blame Toulouse for that necessarily, but it still stung knowing he didn't give enough of a shit anymore to at least check on him after he'd nearly died. It shouldn't be this difficult, seeing his own brother that had practically raised him, but it was. There were so many things Berlioz wanted to scream at him but no words formed on his tongue. Finally he broke eye contact and looked towards the door. "I was just heading out. Don't want to waste your time with any formalities."

[kim-deadja]

ORV ROLEPLAY @sunfish-regressor &. @kim-deadja

idol yoo joonghyuk x anti-fan kim dokja. non-apocalypse roleplay

The summer sun streamed through the cracks of the blinds in Kim Dokja’s small apartment, casting jagged patterns on his cluttered desk. His laptop screen glowed faintly, illuminating a webpage he was more than familiar with: his own blog.

Dokja leaned back in his creaky chair, scrolling through the titles of his old posts.

Yoo Joonghyuk: The Overrated Idol of the DecadeFive Reasons Why Yoo Joonghyuk’s Songs Are All the SameWhy Yoo Joonghyuk’s Acting Career Should Stay in the Vault

Each post dripped with the biting cynicism he’d become known for in his tiny corner of the internet. His followers—if they could be called that—were a niche group of like-minded anti-fans who seemed to revel in his snarky commentary. But as he scrolled further down, he stopped at the latest entry, its tone strikingly out of place amidst the usual venom.

In Defense of Yoo Joonghyuk Regarding the Latest Controversy

The post wasn’t long, but it had taken him hours to write. Dokja’s fingers hovered over the keyboard now as he read the words he had typed days ago:

Whether Yoo Joonghyuk is dating or not is none of our business. The man has the right to a personal life. He spends his days under constant scrutiny, performing and working tirelessly to meet fan expectations. Are we seriously going to crucify him for being spotted at a park with someone? Even if he’s dating, so what? He’s human. Not a product. Fans need to remember the difference.

Unlike his other posts, this one had gone viral. Over a million likes and shares, his tiny blog had exploded overnight. He’d received countless comments—some from diehard fans thanking him, others accusing him of hypocrisy. Dokja didn’t care much for either camp, but the attention was... overwhelming.

What truly caught him off guard, though, was the email he’d received shortly after.

The email was polite, and warm, even.

Subject: Yoo Joonghyuk - Request for Collaboration From: Ha Junghee (Yoo Joonghyuk’s Management Team)

Dear Kim Dokja, We sincerely thank you for your thoughtful and supportive commentary regarding the recent incident involving Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk. Your perspective has been a breath of fresh air amidst the controversy. In light of your post’s popularity, we would like to propose a collaboration to address public perception and improve Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk’s image. This collaboration would involve a brief public appearance and interview alongside Mr. Yoo Joonghyuk himself. As a token of our appreciation, we are prepared to offer compensation for your time and effort.

The offer had come with a figure that made Dokja’s eyes widen. A sum like that could cover months of rent, maybe even help him upgrade his perpetually laggy laptop.

Initially, he’d accepted for the money. Why wouldn’t he? He didn’t owe Yoo Joonghyuk anything. But as the hours passed, and Dokja reread the email, guilt began to gnaw at the edges of his thoughts. Yoo Joonghyuk, overrated as he was, didn’t deserve the backlash he was getting.

So, with an irritated sigh, Dokja had responded: I’ll do it. For free.

The response had come quickly, thanking him for his cooperation and confirming a date for the planned appearance.

Now, a week later, the whirlwind of media events was over, and Dokja found himself seated in the corner booth of an upscale private restaurant.

The restaurant was tucked away in the heart of the city, its entrance discreet and its interior bathed in warm golden light. Polished wood tables were set with pristine white tablecloths, each adorned with small, flickering candles. The hum of soft jazz played in the background, creating an atmosphere that was both intimate and intimidating.

Dokja shifted uncomfortably in his chair, his eyes darting to the minimalist clock on the wall. He’d arrived ten minutes early, an unfortunate habit he couldn’t shake. The waitstaff had seated him in a secluded area, far from prying eyes, and now he sat alone, fidgeting with the edge of his water glass.

His thoughts wandered. What was he even supposed to say to Yoo Joonghyuk? The man’s management had insisted on this meeting as a gesture of appreciation, but Dokja couldn’t imagine the idol being particularly grateful. If anything, Joonghyuk probably saw him as an annoyance.

The door to the private dining room opened slightly, and Dokja’s breath hitched. He straightened instinctively, waiting to see if the man himself had finally arrived.

ooc: any other yjh rpers feel free to reblog, I'll still rp w u

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[jazzykitten]

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Berlioz let his mother soothe his cries until sobs calmed into softer, shaky breaths that were growing infrequent. When she pulled away to look him in the eyes he didn't turn his head. Instead, he looked back as he listened to her speak. There is always tomorrow. The words felt like a lie. Tomorrow and the day after that and the one after the next would always be the same. Life was a trap that Berlioz couldn't escape. It seems he's never been able to escape anything for more than a few hours, and even then it's a false reality. Berlioz couldn't break his mother's heart further by telling her he didn't see a tomorrow for himself on a good day. He couldn't tell her he went to bed terrified for the dawn of the next day to come. Life was a cruel, repetitive cycle and Berlioz had never been able to break the chain of events.

The smallest smile he could manage to conjure graced his lips as he nodded once, hair falling into his eyes. "You're right. There's always tomorrow." He had lied straight to her face, something that had become so natural to do around most people that he didn't even have to think of what he was going to say before the words left his lips. The back of his mind was gnawing at him, guilt already spreading through his body as he tried to give his mother false hope that he would ever be able to do anything other than just breathe. "I'm sorry for worrying you so much. Things will...fall into place. I know they will." He hoped they would for his mother's sake, but doubted it would ever happen. "Don't dig yourself a grave worrying over me, alright? I promise I'll be okay." He had to try to at least make her believe he would be. "I'm not going anywhere, mama. I love you, okay?"

Where had she gone wrong? Had she put too much pressure on them? When she insisted her children go to their lessons, try harder in school, put their hearts into it, Duchess had only been trying to help them, to set them up for the most successful futures they could have. Had she gone about it wrong? Had she made them feel like they were less important than the work that they put in? That they couldn't come to her when they were hurting, that they couldn't give themselves grace? The thought was enough to make her heart feel like it was splitting in two. Berlioz, Toulouse and Marie were the most important things in the world to her, she would lay her life on the line for them, without half a second of thought. After all these years they were the only things that she had gotten right. How could she be so... neglectful, to make them feel any other way?

She didn't want to let him go, holding him so tightly she worried she would snap his back. It had been so long since she had been able to hold him like this, too long, and in the moment she realized she shouldn't have let so much time pass. She was only trying to respect his boundaries, but she should have seen that he needed this. To feel safe. To feel loved. Everyone needed that. After a moment she began to run soothing circles on his back, thinking about all the times she had done it when they would come down with a cold, when they would fall and get a boo-boo. "It's alright," she promised softly, forcing herself to pull away just enough to make eye contact with him. "It is okay if the only thing you do today is breathe, Berlioz. Please remember that. There is always tomorrow." Because she couldn't accept anything else being the truth.

[sakiii-leoneed]

[ if one were to walk into saki’s room right now, they’d see her sitting still, her eyes transfixed on a single point on her phone. the only sound to be heard are her slow, slow breaths. eyes wide, dry, the tears pile up. they don’t fall. if she were to be disturbed, they would. ]

[zombieplaguedoc]

Imagine your f/o drawing doodles of you two together

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[jazzykitten]

Closed starter for: @anamaine Location: Berlioz' apartment

Berlioz didn't ask people to come over often. He'd reached a low where he just longed for another person. He craved human interaction and, almost more so, touch. He thought of Anastasia, not really caring who he hit up at the last minute. She was pretty, kind of annoying and rude, but Berlioz wouldn't deny she was a good time. His apartment hadn't really been in the state for visitors. A few lines later and he had the boost he needed to speed clean and take a shower before she came over. Now, another line and a few drinks in with Anastasia beside him on the couch he felt less agitated. He finished off his drink before setting it down on the table across from them. Berlioz didn't always know what to say. He didn't really ask girls to come over often. She wasn't Alice, but she was a distraction. Eyes hidden by too long hair move to meet hers as he blew the hair from his face. "I won't lie, I didn't really think you'd say you'd come over tonight. Not on such short notice. I figured you probably had somewhere better to be. Some fancy event or someone better to be with." He scooted closer to her on the couch until their knees touched. His lips curve into a smirk and he places a hand on her leg. "You wouldn't have came over if you didn't have the same idea as me though." His hand hesitantly trails up towards her thigh. "Unless you had something better in mind," he said softly as he leaned closer to her. "Where are my manners though? I should be asking you if I can get you another drink first."

[jazzykitten]

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This didn't have to be goodbye. That was the last thing Berlioz wanted. He was only speaking what he thought was the best for the both of them, but mostly Alice. When it came to the end of it all Berlioz was always going to do what he hoped was best for her. He should have probably communicated his feelings in a better way but it wasn't like he could change the past. His eyes darted to her face when she spoke. I want you to remember it all fondly. Berlioz almost scoffed. Of course he would but he would also dwell on what could of been and every thing he could have done better. "I could never forget you, Alice. You're unforgettable in all the best ways." His stubborn nature fought the sad expression that was trying to make it on his face. His eyes showed it all though as he finally found hers. His breath caught in his throat. It had been so long since he'd seen her that he almost got caught up in the feeling. "I don't do well with goodbyes either," he admitted, his voice almost getting caught in his throat as it threatened to crack. "I...I'm sorry. I'm sorry that things couldn't have been different and I couldn't be the person you deserve." A frown appeared on his face and he had to look away from her again. "I hope...for your sake, Alice...that you don't have to see me again. As much as I don't want to go...I have to. You're worth more than I could ever be and...I can't drag you down with myself."

A swirl of complicated feelings filled Alice's mind. She didn't know what to say, where to even begin, and for the first time in a long time her avoidance was coming with consequences. It wasn't that she expected Berlioz to wait on her forever or even that she demanded her follow her to the ends of the earth. She wasn't the type to be able to settle and with both of their own personal demons in the mix...it was always going to end this way. Still, she felt...a mixture of upset and selfishly hurt. She knew she needed to let him go yet she was tempted to convince him to stay. "I'm not very good at goodbyes..." she admitted, her voice so soft she wasn't even sure if he would be able to hear her. "I don't want you to forget me...I want you to remember it all fondly and...I don't know...I do hope to see you again...just...not like this."

[kim-deadja]

an existence who had never imagined his own happiness

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[bunny-kisser]

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[jazzykitten]

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Berlioz took a sip from the drink he had in his hand while Leena spoke. "Did you want me to tell you that you look like the wicked witch? Because, I can certainly do that," he responded without so much as looking over at her. Instead, he stared at the wall of the bar, eyes scanning over all the top shelf bottles. "Huh?" His brows come together and a scowl comes on his face as he glances at her out of the corner of his eyes. "I'm fine. Tired of people asking me if I'm okay."

welp , now this is awkward . she'd probably have worded things a little better if she'd known berlioz was near , or maybe not have said anything at all in hopes he'd make the first move . because of course he would , right ? ... right ?! ❛ it was just a question , geez ... no need to bite . ❜ leena rebutted with a small frown before closing her compact and shoving it inside her purse , then gestured for the bartender to bring her another drink . she'd probably need it sooner or later . ❛ hm , ❜ a shrug , ❛ thanks , i guess . was kinda waiting for you to say i look like the wicked witch of the west for a moment there . ❜ which would not only be a huge lie but also very unnecessary , though she wouldn't put it past berlioz . after a brief moment , leena finally allowed herself to take a look at him . something wasn't right , though she couldn't really pinpoint what it was . ❛ you okay ? ❜ she asked , ❛ just asking , don't be mean . ❜

[sakiii-leoneed]

[ 💫 OPEN STARTER! ]

after a long day of school, saki slowly trudges her way through the streets of shibuya, any usual energy completely gone as she huffs.

shibuya crossing sounds like a lot right now. in the prime of its rush hour, saki could foresee it being busy and loud and crowded and generally very overwhelming, which would probably dampen her mood more than it already is. she checks the time. practice isn’t for a while… on a whim, saki makes a sharp turn towards the park. it seems like a lovely, quiet place despite her not having visited many times, and there’s probably a bench she can rest on, so…

when she arrives, it’s empty (thank goodness), and she makes a beeline for the bench. saki sits with a sigh, resting her aching legs. she should really set an alarm before she starts getting dozy, but… surely it’ll be fine, right?