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★☆ ACTIVITY CHECK 8/9 — 8/16

Please make sure to reblog this post before the end of next Saturday (8/16, 11:59 PM KST) if you don’t want to be out of an apartment by the end of the week.

This is now mandatory. We will no longer have mid-check warnings, and anyone who doesn’t reblog this will be automatically taken out of the tenant list. We will be less lenient about moving back in from now on.

People on (non-expired) hiatus will still be exempt, of course.

Make sure that your URL is the same as the one that’s listed in the main tenant list. If you changed without informing the building, we will assume that you have since moved on and have no interest in staying.

It doesn’t matter how new you are; please reblog this to make sure that you don’t get take off. Thank you!

Think of this post as your rent notice. Failure to comply will leave you without a place to stay. Thank you for your time, and have a good day tenants!

#meh

#70 // jinseinoai

send me a ✍ and i will generate a number 1-200 and make a starter based on what I get.

Sometimes running away is the best option.

Credit should be given where it’s due. Keisuke couldn’t help but lock eyes with the stranger, give her a closed lipped smile — as a inherently inquisitive race, tearing eyes away from the multitude of bags heaped around his ankles and shins would prove, naturally, difficult to any person. His company on the train had sneaked glances (of both the subtle and indiscreet variety), conservative stares on the sly, and Kei (a person who didn’t like to kick up a fuss), couldn’t help but feel the weight of them. He’d packed light, considering, yet still managed to attract so much attention.

It made him anxious.

Doing his 27 times table and looking out of the window didn’t prove much help. He winced at his own reflection, bruised cheek still evident underneath the cheap concealer, ruining his otherwise immaculate facade. He refused to cry. His Sudoku travel book was tucked in a brown backpack somewhere at his feet. Wouldn’t help the situation if he leaned downwards and fumbled for it — on the contrary, it would cue more tentative glances.

But the lady sitting opposite him seemed sweet, if anything. He was positive she’d indulged in one glance, but thankfully nothing too overbearing as of yet. His weak smile didn’t quite reach his eyes, and he wasn’t sure if talking to a stranger was the best of ideas, but his mouth opened as if poised to say someting. Before closing again.

#jinseinoai

#137 // obliterxted

send me a ✍ and i will generate a number 1-200 and make a starter based on what I get.

There used to be a shopping plaza on that corner.

A beautiful plethora of laughs, a quaint melting pot of genuine smiles and sugar filled bubble tea. And in the middle of the plaza? An ice-rink. In the summer, the cool kids, the teenagers and the scowling adolescents, would draw figure eights all over the ice. Squeal and give into belly laughs as they zoomed around. And the university kids from Hongdae would trot along too, cheap entertainment. It wasn’t a wide plaza, by any standard, with only seven shops, but it did a lot of things right. Sprinkled a lot of magic.

In winter, glittering fairy lights would be strung from streetlight to streetlight, bordering the square and illuminating it with a golden frame. And everyone walked in two by twos, and everything smelt of gingerbread. And kids, still, ice-skated on that rink while holding hands, laughing as the festive, albeit cheesy, music blasted from the speakers.

There isn’t a shopping plaza on that corner anymore. The land was bought by a real estate company, little by little, and now a set of tower blocks stands in it’s place.

However—

This story takes place in a time when that shopping plaza stood, alive, and lit. On the night before Christmas Eve, a lone analyst (who goes by the moniker Keisuke), stumbled across the ice-skating rink and got fascinated by one figure, gliding effortlessly across the ice.

The following documents their happenings.

#obliterxted #[ left this pretty open meh #reply how you like with whoever you like lmao ]#[ and it's sort of long sorry :l #no need to match length aye ]

goodboyriley-deactivated-deacti

Send me a ✍ and I will generate a number 1-200

And make a starter based on what I get.

#!i8 #i'm multitasking

Just a reminder that you’re whole without someone else. You are not a fraction. You’re a complete masterpiece all by yourself and you do not need anyone else to validate your existence.

#!!i #[ c'mon krp let's get sickening

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Not expecting this sort of a response, he only nodded a few times, muttering a low ‘oh’ in the process. Another thought popped into his head and he decided to ask, in attempt to keep the conversation going. “Then, do you believe in reincarnation?”

asanok

He responded with two immediate curt nods. "Not in the conventional religious way. But everything in the universe is recycled. I'm made out of stardust. And energy doesn't just disappear. It only changes. The soul is energy, y'know? Pure energy." Wiping the corner of his mouth, he hummed again. "So sure."

#khnsvl

queendaenxrys

Get to know the blogger with personality tests results, or for your own reference. (take the tests and reblog with your results bolded)

4 TEMPERAMENTS melancholic | phlegmatic | choleric | sanguine

ROSENBERG SELF-ESTEEM SCALE 1 - 3 | 4 - 6 | 7 - 9 | 10 - 12 | 13-15 | 16 -18 | 19 -21 | 22 - 24 | 25 - 27 | 28 - 30

#!i23 #took me ages to do this #and i retook myers-briggs just in case

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He rubbed at his shoulder bashfully, the act had been merely a good deed that he hadn’t expected a reward for. “Believe me, I know very well that losing something like that can become quite a burden,” he replied, watching the other. “Perhaps you can repay me by passing the kindness along. A sort of pay-it-forward, if you will.”

asanok

"Passing the kindness along," he repeated to himself, softly and out of mere dubious doubt. He understood what was being asked of him, sure, but accustomed to an every-man-for-himself environment, he wasn't too sure he'd consider the stranger's request when his back was turned. Instinctively, he wasn't exactly cruel but, kind had always been a stretch.

#theycallmevagabond

aveninangl

Knocked down yes, but definitely not dead. He kept his eyes closed as he lay on the floor lifeless wondering why the stranger took time out of his day to come and ask him such a question. He was intoxicated and it felt like the whole world was spinning. It was a feeling he most hated.

“No, I’m not dead.” Jaehyun snorted sitting up. He looked around him, wondering where exactly he had been that night. His wings weren’t out so that was a plus but that didn’t stop the looks, mostly because he looked like he had just been beat up by a gang. With a groan, he rose to his feet.

“Where exactly am I?” He muttered to himself, staring at the stranger.

"How exact do you want?"

Keisuke assessed the other's appearance with the stoic efficiency of an analyst, hovering over certain checkpoints (head, neck, etc). The stench of alcohol overpowered all else, but it seemed like the stranger was alive and kicking, ready to go if not a little disoriented. In fact, leave it a good minute or two and he'd probably figure out where he was himself.

"Asia. South Korea. Seoul. Itaewon." With a raised eyebrow, Kei began to recite the address, a busy place, by the subway, a few stone tosses away from homo hill. And hooker hill. Just to be on the safe side, Kei informed the stranger of that too -- could never be too helpful.

#aveninangl

iseonew

Jimin’s eyes widen. “W-what?! What kind of father does that to their son?!” Jimin asks in shock. This was something he’d on heard in movies. “You should hide or call the police or something!”

asanok

"I'm over exaggerating, don't faint--" Perhaps his humor is a little too dry to handle, and bottling it all up often led to intense spillages. Looking at the pale face next to him, Kei carried on in a monotonous drone. "It's not that serious, nor dramatic, ah, don't even worry about it."

#jvmvn

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∩

#!!i #bless

#!i23 #I've been here for like a week #what's actually going on #mess

niccology

>3:31 AM >8/2/2014

I’m absolutely repulsed with the way introverts are so often treated, time and time again, both inside and outside of this community.

#I've always felt that #nic is an extension #of myself #!i23

theprettyhelpless

Visit Original Link

#!i79 #!n1c

niccology

☢ Neon Gold [Keisuke & Nic]

niccology

(?) He could detect a sense of somberness within the other male’s voice; it wouldn’t have taken a rocket scientist, by any means, to tell Nic that the other wasn’t wanting to look too thrilled to see him. That is how he often thought, of the analyst — their personalities were undeniably similar in that both men had a peculiar focus on crafting the worlds they lived in, starting with the way they presented themselves, and how they appeared to their external surroundings.

It had been argued prior, that the pure definition of emotional and mental stability was directly involved with these concepts meeting so closely at a crossroads, and this was the ethereal struggle, the conflict of the introvert. Such thinkers would innately draw walls within their mind, and half as many a lucid process was multiplied behind one’s conscious thoughts; whether a part of one of the Japanese man’s subconscious defense mechanisms or an act in the substantial play he was performing in, Keisuke’s stoic demeanor did not discourage the dancer. It only reminded him (if not in a somewhat unpleasant fashion) of their set-in-stone history. Regret was useless, now. Emotions… tired.

"I… wasn’t expecting to see you here. Didn’t think you’d be interested, in communal living like this. What happened to your — old — apartment?" The shorter crossed his arms as he slowly let his back lift from the frame of his front door, tucking his hands into the tightly-knit rear pockets of his pants to make sure that he had his key and other small personal belongings. Although his own facial expression was unchanging, his vocal tones tempted the thin line between contempt and care, as vulnerable as the latter may have seemed to either of the scientists. Obviously, he lacked the proper knowledge. He was clueless as to where the two stood, and he wasn’t exactly innocent in the matter, making it difficult to ‘simply’ ask. Still, he kept his comfortable distance and teased the conversation with arguably amicable lines of ironically thoughtless banter. “Did the landlady finally manage to let another tenant burn the place down, or what?”

asanok

“Something like that.”

Keisuke allowed himself to smile, let go of the strict social conduct that seemed to have gripped and latched it’s claws securely over his shoulders without him noticing. Let go of the invisible strings restricting his movement and making everything that much harder. Making the decision in an instant, he came to the conclusion that he truly didn’t care what Nic saw and how the student reacted to him. The young mathematician was doing fine, no need to trumpet it or fake it.

A shy glance at the ground to discreetly conceal his bunny like smile, a tiny lift of his shoulders, pushing up his glasses frame -- small and seemingly insignificant actions that signified the storm was getting slightly calmer. The bulk of awkwardness originated from the small talk, compulsory pleasantries, social games they were engaging in. Kei only played along, albeit halfheartedly, because he didn’t feel inclined to look Nic in the eye, search him and ask, genuinely, ‘How have you been?’.

Not only did the question feel grossly wrong and overly cliche, 2 minutes and one word into the conversation and Kei’d convinced himself that it was none of his business. Went in a box called Nic’s affairs. And if an old friend didn’t want him to care, then he wouldn’t, truly and simply. Were they even friends back then? The question was needlessly petty, picky, and Keisuke hated himself for thinking about it. Instead, he looked up, rubbed the side of his jaw and answered.

“It’s closer to work. I can walk two minutes instead of biking for 20. I get tired of riding.” With a jovial twinkle in his eye, he bit on the inside of his cheek, nodded slowly as he continued talking. "But er, that aside... I do quite like neighbors. In general. They're useful. And eh, mine seem, very nice. All things considered."

#niccology #!ne0ngld

I came out to have a good time and I feel so attacked right now

#everyone is MEAN to me #drxpark #roguelex #IM done

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Because I am an awesome singer.

asanok

Shit, I love the wonder girls where are they

#drxpark #why do you have such low standards of awesome #awesome doesn't deserve that label

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