#protactvr

[myokin-blog]

( msg. ) the fuck i just said i love you because you're honestly the most precious garbage i've ever met ok when did i ever mean it in /that/ way???? gtfo i'm not bringing you souvenirs

[ msg. ] you know what, find your dogs in an adoption center you sick duck.

[ msg. ] ****fuck.

[ msg. ] why does autocorrect keep on fucking up my cool? damn it, anyway, i want an hourglass, thanks. 

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* // minho: @protactvr

Alice didn’t fall down the rabbit hole…

She’s honestly crawling there by herself because she had too much curiosity as a little kid – the fact that she’s trapped in that so-called wonderland is happening because of her own fault. As they say, Ahn Heeyon–curiosity can kill the cat. This is the moral of the story… get it?

Now, what was it that you’re asking again?

Actually, would you be surprised if I said I’ve never watched Alice in Wonderland? It’s just... I never thought of watching it, I don’t know why when it’s so mainly known towards other people. (` watching him explain, she beams a bright smile and lets out a chuckle.) But that’s deep! What you said was really, really deep actually -- hold up! (` puzzled by the fact that he called her Ahn Heeyeon instead of Hani just like other people, she wrinkles her nose and pulls a silly face. Only her members and the staff called her that, not a common thing towards her.) I just asked how she fell, but since you explained, my question might be deemed as invalid as of now. Tell me more about movies? I barely have enough time to watch them anymore--

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drunk

SEND ME ‘DRUNK’ TO INTERACT WITH MY MUSE WHEN THEY’RE DRUNK!  @protactvr

Spencer Sori Cho hated to lose. She hated more to lose to him; she only knew him by his online name until recently found out his actually name was Sohn Minho. She only remember his name because she called him mint hoe when he wasn’t paying attention. “fuck you man.” she said getting up from the sofa to block his view of the tv. 

spencer stood there wiggling back and worth to keep him from seeing,  once she got the head shot she wanted she grinned. “fuck yeah.” she turned around looking at him. “whose your daddy? tell me whose your daddy? this girl!’ she slurred in english, the alcohol had already risen to her head and she was a giggling mess.  

she jumped on top of his lap and sat there staring at him. “how does it feel to be my 100th head shot? do you feel less of a man? or or are you turned on right? do i turn you on minty hoe?” she laughed getting up to do a victory dance. “i won – i won.” she chanted, drinking didn’t bring out her best side. “hmmm let’s play legend now.” she said, blinking at him him. face flustered and hot the alcohol was now taking it’s toll on her now. she frown her lips, poking them out. “oppa i don’t feel good – make feel better.” 

[kxmirene-blog]

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send me a 😍 and i’ll find a picture of your muse’s faceclaim that i really like (x)

[sukyng]

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&&. send me a 😍  ‼  ( @protactvr ) ( ‼ - accepting ) 

You know, I really didn’t think it would be this difficult to pick a photo that I liked but I had to go with this one. I looked at so many photo shoots yet I picked one that you probably posted on instagram...

[kmnbi]

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Send me a [X] SEE MY MUSES FAVORITE PICTURE OF YOUR MUSE | not accepting | @protactvr

nabi had finally over coming one of her fears, this fever had a name minho. not that the man has ever done anything to her personally. but served as a reminder of her past at first seeing was like a burning ache in her chest. an ache of old wounds that never healed, but after spending time with him, she realized he was not his friends -- and though he had done no harm to her. so they were more closer now, the past was ashes and nabi was content with being friends with him. “hey ho.’ she joked as he walked into her shop. she couldn’t make out his words just yet, but she wore he chuckled. “i was going through some old magazines and i saw this one. “ she revealed to him as he was now standing closer to her before she took out her phone. “but this has to be my favorite photo of you of all time.”

[leehojeongg]

“There’s something bothering you that you’re not telling me and I can see it slowly destroying you. What happened?”

Chewing on her lip until it broke and started bleeding. She was indeed hiding something. How does he know? The type of person that she is that she can hide it easily with a smile and laughter. Her eyes shifted over to the tissue box and pulled out a piece so she dabbed it on her lip. She avoided eye contact with him. She didn't want him to worry for her but that was too late. "It's nothing." The words slipped out of her lips before her thought actually processed what she said. She said the words that the world hated to hear. It was already too late and there's no turning back now.

[myokin-blog]

( sms ) i thought you love me and now you wanna drown me? wow, myung. wow.

[ msg. ] DUDE. Ever since you got a fucking girlfriend all you talk about is love. where the fuck is the minho who doesn’t know a shit about it????? i actually miss the bitter son of a bitch.

[ msg. ] don’t tell your mom i said that, she’ll get mad at me. it’s just an expression...

[ msg. ] also tell terra i said hi, and your dogs are fucking trashing my alreasy trashed place. 

[gingvr-blog]

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send me a ღ and i’ll fill this out about a ship — accepting!       ↳ protactvr

Who’s the first to wake up every morning?

It definitely depends on Ginger's previous night or week. Sometimes, she'll get incredibly lost in her work and not sleep, so she just ends up crashing really hard until about midday and long after Minho wakes up. Most times though, she keeps a decent schedule and is up a bit early than Minho is.

Who’s the one to make breakfast?

Both. Except sometimes Minho loses track of time and makes brunch instead of breakfast for them.

Who’s the one to serve the other breakfast in bed

Minho. Probably because Ginger is too lazy to get out of bed or too busy doing her work in bed to give a crap about eating unless it's put in her face.

Who would suggest a quickie in the morning before work?

Ginger, definitely. Ginger really enjoy sex with a significant other and is more inclined to ask for it than shy away from it like she would otherwise.

Who suggests they both ditch work to lay around all day?

Minho. He understand the importance of taking breaks occasionally whereas Ginger doesn't.

Who chooses the movies?

Both. They have similar tastes, so they're pretty okay with whoever chooses the movie.

Who initiates kissing during the moving, thus distracting the other from the movie all together?

Ginger. She'd probably be settle in his lap from the start of their movie night and at some point get more intrigued by his lips than the movie.

Who orders lunch?

Minho. Ginger rarely ever does lunch unless she's forced.

Who steals food from the other’s plate without asking

Minho. He'd want to be a little shite and annoy Ginger.

Who curls up next to the other and falls asleep due to a full tummy?

Ginger. She gets full quickly, so she'd constantly be curled up to Minho, whining about her stomach.

Who distracts the other from trying to work at home

Minho. Only when he felt that Ginger needed a break, though.

Who asks to go get ice cream like a five year old?

Minho. Does he really need a reason?

Who takes pictures of their partner eating ice cream?

Ginger. She'd want blackmail material, but then get upset that he actually manages to look really good while eating even ice cream.

Who makes a sexual joke about the dripping ice cream on their partner’s face?

Minho. Because he's a tease and Ginger has to suffer.

Who cooks dinner?

Ginger. It's a rule for Ginger that she's the one make dinner no matter what unless she absolutely cannot.

Who cleans up the kitchen afterwards?

Ginger. Mostly because she would feel that it was her job to, but also because Minho is way too lazy to clean dishes unless she forces him.

Who stays up until 2 reading?

Ginger. She loves reading, but she's also a student so reading until crazy hours is typical.

Who stares at their partner while their sleeping

No idea.

Who kisses their partner while they sleep

Ginger. She'd kiss his cheek before she fell asleep herself.

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I wasn’t that drunk

& i wasn’t that drunk… generator. ；

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[chosoric]

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     preparing for tour was always stressful, but this would be her first tour in north america along with her five other group members, nonetheless she was excited, despite being ill for the last couple of weeks. finally picking up her schedules again, she learned a new dance routine for the tour itself as she has been showing her individual skills on stage for the audience. this time, her choreographer was no other than shon minho, himself. the last couple of sessions were successful, and now they’ve been quite acquainted with each other after spending hours in the practice room.

“i’m... so... tired...” her words came out in short segments as she was catching her breath. 

[kxmirene-blog]

@protactvr

“Do you think that I could basically take up dance, especially with this filmsy body of mines?” 

[kmnbi]

I want the K

‘I want the K’ Meme || # 4 : Forehead Kiss || @protactvr 

 what does one do with hatred? do they buried deep in with the heart like buried treasure weighing down on their soul. or do they burn in angry setting flames to everyone and everything –  maybe the throw it away like yesterday’s new, but if they did would the pain remain? did ones heart ache for words unsaid – many questions ran through her mind as she stared at him.

 the lights only help high light the beauty in his face, though he stared at the camera she swore he was staring though her. she felt as if her ugly past was showing, that her hands were too chubby and her legs too stubby – she felt as if her clothes were become too tight to breath in maybe he never meant to it do her. but he did – flashes of the light, blinded her or maybe he was blinding. a blast past was something she knew was going to happen but she didn’t expect it so soon. 

 suddenly someone was calling her name,  one of the assistance told her that the female model called in sick. and there was no one left. of course she was going to do it, who else could be? she had the looks and she didn’t want to ruin her had work because of a model was gone.

 she quickly changed into the outfit making small adjustments – walking to minho, she placed herself between his legs. ‘put your arms around my waist’ she said cupping his face, she smiled at him – those hollow blank eyes.  maybe there were one blank to her — maybe she should have stopped staring into the fifteen year old minho and looked at the man that he was now. cupping his face so he would look at her, she pressed her lips on his forehead – her face turned a soft red as the camera took the moment and made it last forever.

[leehojeongg]

Oh-- Hojung, hey! Oi! [ `raises his hand in hopes that he could garner his attention; he run towards her in the mean time -- one hand hidden in his jeans' pocket ]

{`her hair flew over her shoulder as she turned her head to her name from a calling of voice, her eyes scanned the area to find the face of the voice.} Oh, oppa? {`she squinted her eyes until a smile spread across her lips and a hand waving in the air.} Oppa!

[myokin-blog]

( msg. ) *send a selca of himself soaking on hotspring with the beach scenery on the background, posing coolly with a sunglasses on* ( msg. ) have a fun monday, myungshit.

[ msg. ] you’re a fucking fucktard, i hope you drown yourself and find your pineapple house.

[ msg. ] sometimes i really think i’m squidward. actually, maybe i am. 

[ msg. ] also, robin and your furry best friend became friends and they actually cuddle when they’re alone, and they remind me of us... except the cuddle thing because you’re so fucking gay.

[ msg; video attached. ] also, he took refuge on my bed. 

[gingvr-blog]

I want the K. — accepting! ↳ #01 — hot, steamy kiss – protactvr

There were a lot of things in her life that Ginger had done that she wasn’t the most proud of; one of those things was being a borderline alcoholic in her late teens/early twenties. Granted, it was just a series of dark instances in her life that led her to living one of her darkest times and honestly, she wished someone would try to shame her and her coping mechanisms so she could maim them or give them more of a reason to side-eye her, but she digressed. That said, there were great things about being a borderline alcoholic that she didn’t properly appreciate until she was nice, sober, and a social drinker on her worst days. For example, the people she met. There were some messed up people, some people she would never want to come in contact with, but there were these gems. These people who seated themselves around the bar counter or in a secluded area off in the corner of these clubs and bars that came to these places simply to be and let go. When she was a drunkard, she never considered them to be of any importance, but she had vague memories of always being jealous of how they seemed to be able to handle themselves in her short moments of sobriety. Now, she found often herself dragging herself to one of the bars she used to frequent just to talk with some of the people she encountered there. She rarely drank, but it was nice to get out of her head and have meaninglessly meaningful conversation.

Tonight was one of the rare nights that she found herself in the bar. She had managed to get there early enough that people were still in their early stages of drunkenness and she make place her order and dip away to a secluded area without drawing too much attention to herself. By the time she had settled down and relaxed a significant amount, she was a decent way through a couple glasses of mixed cocktails and was working on her whatever number glassful. She was also chatting with one of the regulars about the pros and cons of the Playstation 2 in comparison to the Playstation 4 and why she was addicted to playing her hardcore, difficulty spike filled PS2 games over the PS4. They shared a laugh as the conversation drew to a close and lapsed into a comfortable silence, both she and the other taking sips of their drinks and glancing around the small bar.

…and then she did.

It took her a couple minutes to come to catch up with her mind and when she did, she could feel the beginnings of a minute panic attack trying to claw it’s way to the surface. She shook her head and turned her gaze away, gulping down the rest of her drink and beckoning for another one. Dropping one hand to her pants, her focus drew to the hand gripping and releasing the fabric in an attempt to calm herself down. She jumped slightly when a warm hand gripped her other hand, offering enough comfort that she could come back to reality and apologise with a small sardonic smile as she excused herself.

It probably wasn’t the best idea for her to stand up as quick as she did. Nor was it a particularly good idea to meet the person bringing her drink halfway and follow them to the counter where she was sure to drown herself in alcohol. But in the light of almost panic attacks and not wanting face reality, Ginger wasn’t typically known for making the best of decisions.

Eventually, she had drunk enough that she was numb to thinking, just a little bit attention hungry, and several shades of shameless when it came to addressing people. She wasn’t drunk by any sense of the word, but she definitely looser than she was when she walked in and she would be if she was otherwise sober. She had drifted away from the counter and towards the dance floor, losing herself in the swaying of her body and the flashing of the lights behind her lids while simultaneously giving off the most intense don’t touch vibes. She spun once and her eyes fluttered open, her eyes landing on him again.

She paused in her movements and instead drifted closer to him, leaning against away and watching him move. She was always drawn to watching him move, his body was always most fluid and honest when he moved and she couldn’t help but compare his movements to clouds; so free flowing and constantly drifting, but there were instances where it boiled down to a purpose for his movements. She smiled softly for a brief moment before tearing her gaze away and letting her smile fall.

She needed another a drink.

She move to make her way back to the bar, her steps slightly uncoordinated and a reflection of her current state of sobriety, but found herself being swept into the centre of the dancers. She groaned her displeasure, the sound drowned out by the loud music and she closed her eyes. She found herself tripping slightly and hitting something less solid than a wall. Her eyes fluttered open and as her gaze rose, she sucked in a deep breath and pray for good luck.

( She was never all that lucky. )

She bit down on her lower lip gently and tried to avert her gaze as she made her apologies to him, but found herself unable to gaze away. She was a romantic at heart and it was never truer than when she dealt with him. So when their gazes met and she was feeing just that bit more shameless, she straightened herself up and pressed herself closer to him.

“Minho…” she whispered, more to herself to the male she was pressed against, as she reached up and rested a hand on his cheek. She smiled softly and bit tipsy before drawing him to a kiss that seemed to warm her up in all the right ways.

‘I can hate myself tomorrow…’