young volcanoes

When Rome's in ruin, We are the lions free of the coliseums In poison places, we are anti-venom We're the beginning of the end

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🍳 🎣 🙊 and 🎖 ^^

🍳- What does your muse’s typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner look like after their larder has been fully replenished?

breakfast is probably either a granola bar, or dry cereal in a plastic bag on her way out. she leaves the apartment super early in the day, so she doesn’t really have time for anything fancy. two cups worth of coffee as well. she packs a bigger lunch because of that and usually has rice, fruit, some kind of soup, and a salad. dinner has the most variety given it’s the one she has the most time to make. minji really likes cooking, just as long as the ingredients aren’t too expensive. she makes a lot of bibimbap and tteokbokki but she also likes to experiment so really dinner could be anything.

🎣- Would your muse go fishing for any reason? Would they catch-and-eat or catch-and-release?

i mean, she’d certainly try if she had a friend who really wanted to go. i can’t really see her coming up with the idea to go on her own. she wouldn’t be either though because there’s no way she could sit still and fish. minji would be so loud she’d scare everything away before she could make her first catch

🙊- How good are they at keeping secrets?

she doesn’t have a lot of secrets of her own, minji’s always been pretty loud and open, especially with her own problems, but if someone else were to open up to her and tell her secrets she’d be able to keep them. she’s really not the gossip type, and she doesn’t like to upset people, so if she knew something was supposed to be a secret it would stay a secret.

🎖- Is your muse the “forgive and forget” type or do they hold grudges?

i mean it really depends on the situation. if someone asks for forgiveness she’ll typically work to move on and make things better, but she needs the initiative, and she’ll rarely take that first step herself. she’ll hold a grudge up until someone else tries to solve and end the problem. when that happens she’s always willing to talk and work towards a happier place, but until then she’s definitely a grudge person given how stubborn she is by nature.

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👑 + 🎨

👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom?

she’d be super surprised at first of course, but then she’d be kind of nervous. for one, she has never been one to have a lot of money, so she wouldn’t know what to do with it. then there would be the whole responsibility of running a kingdom. it would be a lot of responsibility all at once, but she’d probably go for it because it would be so much easier to give her family a better life with that sort of advantage. 

🎨- Find two famous pieces of artwork you think your muse would enjoy.

here and here. minji really isn’t an art person but i feel like she could appreciate some of the weirder looking stuff if she tried to get into it. salvador dali would be her jam

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More Unusual Questions for your Muse

🦇- If your muse had wings, would they be feathered and bird-like, leathery bat-like wings, or insect-like fairy or butterfly wings? 🙊- How good are they at keeping secrets? 🎖- Is your muse the “forgive and forget” type or do they hold grudges? ⚖️- If your muse had superpowers, what would they be? 📐- Did your muse get an education? What was their best subject in their studies? 🖋- If your muse was an author/poet, what kind of stories would they write about? 📕- What “Banned Books” could you see your muse reading? 🔖- When they shop, does the price or product matter more? 🐶- If your muse was forced to get a pet, what would they get? ✌️-How often did they get into trouble as a kid? ⭐️- What’s their favorite constellation in the night sky? 🍼- Would your muse raise an abandoned orphan they found or opt to relocate them to an orphanage instead? 🏄‍♀️- What kind of leisurely sports do they partake in on their downtime? 💐- What are their favorite flowers? 👑- How would your muse react if they suddenly found out that they were the long-lost heir to a rich kingdom? 👒- If your muse were to take someone on a first date, where would they go and how would they behave? 💥- if Your muse wakes up with complete amnesia, how would they react? How scared would they be? What caused it? 🍳- What does your muse’s typical breakfast, lunch, and dinner look like after their larder has been fully replenished? 🎣- Would your muse go fishing for any reason? Would they catch-and-eat or catch-and-release? 🎼- What part in a choir would your muse sing? Soprano (½), Bass, Tenor, or Alto? 🎬- Pick three movies you could see your muse watching (and enjoying) 🎨- Find two famous pieces of artwork you think your muse would enjoy.

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[naomichung-blog1]

                    AN ARTIST AT work, that was the state naomi was in now. she was hired to paint something minimalistic, clean, yet deserving to be in one of the buildings seoul. she wasn’t exactly an ace in murals—her expertise was more on modern and portraits—but who was she to deny a job offer. she stepped back after she finished the first later which looked good, much to her her surprise. ❝ what do you think ? ❞ she said speaking to no one in particular.

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minji stood off to the side, back against another wall, and textbook in hand. it really wasn’t the most comfortable place to study, but she figured she could prioritize based off of the company she got rather than how comfortable it would be. “you know i have zero skill when it comes to art, right naomi?” still, she closed the book, taking a few steps forward., whistling slightly at the sight. “it looks great, i mean, as long as that’s how it’s supposed to look.” she said, always more unsure than anything when it came to things like art. “how does your wrist not fall off doing that?”

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lhyuk:

— maybe it was his experience speaking ( he did mostly help raising his siblings ) but normally, even more so concerning a girl, you shouldn’t walk alone at night. it could be extremely dangerous and while he realized they were in a pretty lit place and it could be worse his sense of responsability had already kicked in. what if he let the girl go and something happened to her? how could he live with himself as someone who tries to stop such acts from happening ? ❛ a taxi would have been another choice mhm?❜, he reminded her calmly. ❛ well— i don’t really blame you. i wish i was on my way home too but here i am, stuck at work.❜ he swiftly threw his cigarette on the floor, stepping on it a couple of times to make sure the flame was out; it was impolite of him to smoke while talking to her (in his opinion). he laughed slightly at her confidence. ❛you’re telling me, if i grabbed you right now and tried to hurt you, you could stop me is that it?❜ considering his background, unless she had some experience with martial arts, she had no chance so it’s not like he’d try it just to prove his point but he was now curious as to how she could be that confident. ❛anyway, should i call you a taxi ? it’s on me. if the other guys in there —❜ he pointed to his office. ❛ever hear i let a girl walk by herself at night i’ll be killed.❜

she frowned, slightly put off by the fact that he actually expected her to take a taxi. “taxis are expensive. i’m not working night hours only to spend everything away on  regular taxis.” that would completely ruin the point. not to mention she could still get attacked in there if there was a weird driver, but she figured the chances were lower than the were just out in the open like this. “luckily my job has to close eventually.” she offered with a small smile. she didn’t like how he seemed to think he knew what was best for her, and whether or not she was safe on her own, but she was pretty sure it was the natural way to think. “well unless you have a plan for what to do when you grab me and i jam a pocketknife in your side and make a run for it, yeah, i think i could wind up just fine in that situation.” of course, minji had never run into a real criminal before, not an intense thief or murderer, just poor muggers on the street where she lived. they weren’t quite the same thing, but she figured she could handle a basic attack.she resisted the urge to immediately shake her head. ”it’s just a few more blocks away, it really isn’t a big deal. i guess if you really think the guys at work will really give you trouble for it i can take a taxi this time.” only if her walking would mean she would make his life more difficult after she left.

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inscong:

BAD didn’t even begin to cover how he felt. the guilt was a crushing weight on the boy’s already fragile chest, breathing especially difficult when he was looking into her familiar eyes. he knew this was the part where he said something, ANYTHING, to make things better. but he wasn’t sure it was even possible — it was too late for damage control now, too many years had passed, too many scars had never been properly tended to. he was hurt too; by leaving he hadn’t only broken her heart ( he had left his heart behind, with her, and maybe it was the reason why he couldn’t get close to anyone anymore, because he wasn’t even really here ), but his own as well. ❛ would it have changed anything? ❜ he muttered hopelessly as he gazed at her. please don’t say yes. ❛ if i had told you .. i would’ve still left, min. you would’ve still HATED me. so does it really matter? ❜ it was nonsense, every single word, because it did matter, she mattered, and yet.

“i don’t know.” her voice was tense with the answer. in the back of her head she knew that wasn’t true. of course it would have mattered. even now there was a part of her searching for something, enough of an apology or an explanation so that she could forget this whole thing had happened, so that maybe they could even go back to what they had once been. she was too stubborn though, and he wasn’t giving her anything to work with.”it would have been easier to convince myself that you gave a shit, that’s for sure.” perhaps it would have made her feel less alone. she had to bite her tongue to stop herself from blurting out that she didn’t hate him, could probably never hate him, but she had been hurt and sad for what felt like forever. didn’t he deserve that too? “would have saved me a few sleepless nights sitting around just worrying that you were dead too. i didn’t have a single clue what happened inseong!” her voice was raising again now. they did run into each other in the more dangerous parts of busan after all. for the first month she had been distraught, naturally assuming the worst.

[chngalex-blog]

He drank down the last of his beer, standing up as he put the glass down on the table. He looked at his friend with a smug grin before confidently walking over to another table, approaching the stranger sitting there. “Excuse me” he gave the stranger a charming smile as he captured the attention “nice to meet you, I’m Alex. Mind if I take a seat?” Since he didn’t hear a protest he took a seat at the table, all his attention still on the person in front of him. “You see I was sitting over there with my friend” he nods towards the table he just came from “and my friend over there likes you but is too much of a pussy to come over here and tell you that themselves” he flashed them another charming smile. “So what’s your name?”

[chceminji-blog]

She couldn’t say she was having a good time in the bar. It definitely wasn’t really her thing, but after hearing far too many times about how she needed to go out have a drink and relax Minji figured she might as well give it a shot. So far, it wasn’t that interesting. The drink was a little gross, and finding people she actually would want to talk to was a whole other kind of challenge. Still, she payed for the drink. She was going to sit at the table and finish it. She gave the stranger an awkward smile as he approached her, keeping it on even as she explained, nodding to the seat across from her when he asked. “Minji.” She answered after a pause. “But I don’t know if I’m the type for whatever it is your friend probably wants. Maybe one of the pretty girls at the bar though.”

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stardusthqs:

    though he doesn’t openly admit it, the insults do hurt —- they cut into him, burying themselves beneath his skin, finding their way into every muscle and bone, though mostly residing in his heart. he feels a pang in his chest at the thought of what they once were. their mothers knew each other, their families were c l o s e ; he loved minji like his own family, up until anger settled in. his sympathy and compassion has long been replaced with irritation and ANGER, and it shows in the way he scowls, voice raising in turn with heightening emotions. “ oh fuck off ! ” the cup in his hand is crushed under the weight of his grip, fingers curling into tightly wound fists. “ —- you know, you’re a real cunt. ” the curse slips out before he can catch it, before he can remind himself of where they are, and what words are not socially acceptable. there’s a worried employee hovering nearby with a mop, though from the look on her face, she doesn’t want to intervene —- minjae doesn’t blame her. the two are at each other’s throats ; why would anyone voluntarily come between something as deadly as that ? 

the word made her flinch, actually taking a step back. sure, she knew at this point that minjae was an ass, but the knowledge hadn’t prepared her to hear that.  maybe it was a sign she had gone too far herself, needed to tone it down, but if anything it just pissed her off more. sure, they by no means got along anymore, but she could at least think that he had still had a shred of respect for her. now it felt like she didn’t have that. “takes one to know one clearly.” the only sign of her hurt is the fact that her voice has lowered slightly. it is the only thing minji will allow. “at least i’m a cunt because people deserve it.” the word feels like it stings her tongue, only having been used a few times, but she has to stay on his level. still, it leaves a sick feeling in the back of her throat. in the back of her head she knows she doesn’t like this doesn’t like the way she’s getting wrapped up and letting herself become so purposely hurtful, but she pushes the thought away. she figured that because she wasn’t yelling yet she hadn’t completely lost it. “rather than just acting that way because i’m too angsty to treat people with a single shred of decency.” 

[lhyuk-blog]

— rain was pourring endlessly as he made his way out of his office and stepped outside. he had been in this line of work ever since he was at the age where one could work so he had seen his fair share of cases but this one, this one was hard even for himself. as part of the violent crime unit, he had to handle many cases which would make any normal citizen sick in his stomach and to be able to do his job well, he couldn’t have such reactions. from young, it had never really been a problem for him to see graphic stuff but sometimes,particularly when childrens are involved, it gets to you you know? whenever he needs to take a breather, he goes outside to take a smoke. it was almost a ritual for him to do so. thus, he got a pack of cigarettes out of his pocket, taking one out and lighting it before he noticed the other. with a sigh, he put the pack back in his back pocket. ❛ why are you here? it’s too late for you to be wandering around like this.. i don’t feel like seeing your face as the next victim in one of my cases ❜

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minji was almost numb to the fear of walking home alone at night. she had done it before, much younger, in much more dangerous parts of busan. she did have a small knife with her, just in case, but she never thought she would actually have to use it. she hadn’t had an incident since moving after all. with that in mind she walked calmly, setting a slow pace as she headed home after a late work shift. she stopped when she spotted someone nearby, not sure who it was in the distance.  for a moment she considered taking a longer route home, figuring safe was better than potentially dead when she heard him call out to her. all of sudden she felt stubborn, walking out farther with her arms crossed. “late night shift, just checking out the sights as i head home. didn’t really want to sleep at work after all.” that wasn’t quite true, she didn’t care much about sights, but she had definitely been taking a leisurely walk back. this really was the only time of the day she had any free time after all. she looked at him, an eyebrow raised. “you won’t. i can take care of myself plenty well you know.”

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sxmis:

          SHE REMEMBERED BEING YOUNG and wanting to impress her parents with breakfast in bed. safe to say the kitchen had been a mess and the meal even more so — at least now she could make something EDIBLE, but if it hadn’t been for minji, somi knew she would’ve lived off of instant ramen and takeaway pizza. she started walking, with her roommate safely beside her, PROTECTED from the rain. «i love tteokbokki, you know this. you also know i’m probably not gonna be able to help you, right?» she laughed softly.

she followed somi along, staying close in fear of the downpour happening right around them. “that’s completely fine.” minji said with an easy nod. everyone had their skills, and sure she wasn’t quite sure what somi’s were when it came to doing stuff around the place, but that didn’t really bother her. “if anything, i’m starving and i really don’t want to risk destruction of the kitchen before i get a meal in.” she teased. “you can make it up to me by paying for ice cream or something next time we have to get groceries.”

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acxisms:

‘ you think i’m too nice ? ’ although his questioning wasn’t completely serious, he’d be lying if he said he wasn’t at least a bit curious to know her opinion. ‘ i thought i was the right amount of nice but ah — guess not. ’ feigned disappointment colored the boy’s demeanor for a second, but it was only overcome by amusement at minji’s words. ‘ so, you’re saying if your legs snap off, i’m screwed. my upper body strength is about zero —- all my strength is in my legs. ’ laughter bubbled past lips with his words, and he soon found himself shaking his head. ‘ so i suggest not breaking your legs. you’d miss a few classes having a weakling carry you around. ’ as soon as she was up from the floor, ace was already striding across the room to the stereo to increase the volume of the music he had previously turned down to a mere whisper of sound. ‘ did you remember any of the choreo i taught you last week ? ’

“i don’t know if i know you well enough to answer that.” still, she considered it, wanting to answer his question. “i mean there’s nothing wrong with being nice, it’s great even, but i just don’t know if you let people do whatever they want with you.” maybe she didn’t know him well enough to say that, but that never stopped minji in the past. she couldn’t help but laugh along with him. “guess we’ll just be stuck to living life as a human heap, me stuck on the ground without my legs and you unable to pick me back up.” although she liked to think with the loss of half of her body she really wouldn’t be that heavy. she couldn’t be. minji paused, thinking, a slightly embarrassed look falling over her face. of course, it wasn’t completely her fault, he had been the one gone for a week, but she still probably should have done more practicing on her own. “well, you know, i remember the fun parts of the choreo, so that’s totally something.”

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sorry for being super mia these past days. friday was our last day of classes so everything’s been super lit and i’ve had to go out and live my life but not to worry parties end tomorrow cause idk life is just sad that way u know everything has to end at some point and so i’ll definitely be back around tomorrow to do all my rplies

also if ur new or have a new character i lvoe u and we should def plot cool cool im out

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tvehyun:

               ‘ yeah, it’s going to sound very macho to me to say, but i’m a guy and don’t understand ANYTHING about soccer. i do understand physics though, so what you just said made a bit of sense, ’ he chuckled softly. if you could count dance as a sport, this was practically the only sport taehyun practiced; not as often as he’d like, but it still worked. he had been a sportsman once, but only when he was in high school and trying out various things while looking for his passion for life. ‘ well, sometimes we have to take a risk before getting it off the table completely, ’ there it was, a taehyun who had b a s i c a l l y fled from his dream the first time someone had put him down because of that. so hypocritical sometimes. ‘ we never really know a things, sometimes. me, myself, can say that i hate that “what if” thing. it drives me crazy, ’ a glance at the playgroud to check on his child and he was looking at the stranger girl again. ‘ oh, i’m sorry my manners. i’m jung taehyun. nice to meet you, after all. ’

“is soccer considered a macho sport? if you really want to seem manly you need to get into something that’s physically brutal, like american football, maybe rugby, or even wrestling.” minji decided with a nod. of course, she’d argue soccer was plenty of hard work and physically taxing, but she figured the most macho of sports were naturally the ones where people hit each other. she frowned slightly, focusing on the ball at her feet for a moment as she thought about what he said. “i guess that’s easy to say when you can afford to take the risk.” she needed to be careful, needed to get the well paying job she wanted so that she could go back home and help her family.  “besides, no way i’m pushing my degree to the side after all the physics classes i’ve had to sit through.” she said, joking around slightly just to make the mood lighter. “chae minji. it’s nice to meet you too.”

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inscong:

you couldn’t break something that was already broken — inseong knew it, the logic that applied to the simple statement, and yet the ache in his heart told him otherwise. it was dull, yet throbbing, and he WELCOMED it because at least it made it all feel real ( and he needed it to be real, even if she hated him now he needed to know ) and not like he was stuck in some endless NIGHTMARE. he could still recall his dad requiring to know who she was — the girl walking dangerously close to their turf, the girl his useless son kept conversing with. a NUISANCE more than anything, a threat even. and it was inseong’s fault: it was part of why he had left, part of why his father couldn’t live, it was to protect her and him ( and them ) and he couldn’t regret it. ❛ i’m sorry i can’t give you one, ❜ he admitted helplessly, voice weak as he met her eyes. there was nothing but genuine pain. ❛ i’m sorry. ❜ and he hoped she could see what he meant — that he was sorry for leaving her, sorry for disappearing, sorry for EVERYTHING.

for a second she nearly did it, nearly let go of the ball and sent it flying towards him. in the end though she kept the ball close to her. she couldn’t bring herself to, the back of her mind screaming that he was still too important to her, even if she should hate him, especially when he was looking at her like that, like he understood the heartbreak and loneliness she felt when he left without any explanation, left like she didn’t matter at all. god she had to stop looking at him before she burst. it wasn’t quite enough to quell the anger. still she was stuck for a moment,unable to figure out what to do between the painful hammering in her chest and mix of anger and sadness that was fogging up her brain. it would definitely be easier to just cry, she thought to herself for a moment. “did you ever plan on saying anything?” she finally gritted out, her bottom lip finding it’s way in between her teeth. the pain helped slightly, kept her from breaking down. “a call, text, fuck even a written letter? or did i just get fucking lucky? like if it had been any other day or if i had been paying more attention the ball that would have fucking been it? i never would have seen you again?”

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sxmis:

          THEY BOTH KNEW SHE WOULDN’T — it wasn’t in somi’s nature to be bitter, or even remotely angry unless the situation called for it, and it n e v e r did with minji. if she had the mindset to cover a total stranger from the downpour, the least she could do was provide the same SERVICE for her friend. «ah,» somi exclaimed and let out a heartwarming chuckle at the other. she was gifted elsewise, but she was no chef. «the sad part is that you’re probably right,» she smiled, and just like that her pretend-sour mood washed away with the rain. «let’s go home so you can prove yourself right, shall we?»

she couldn’t help but grin when somi agreed with her. she had spent most of her life cooking, so she would like to think she was at least semi decent at it. minji knew she wasn’t chef material, but she was a decent cook. it was cheaper to eat in after all, so she had learned. “sounds like a plan. i’ll owe you the food in exchange for the umbrella.” minji waited, not wanting to step forward first and lose her protection from the rain. “but i can’t promise i’m gonna make soup. i was leaning more towards tteokbokki if you’re up for it.” she commented, trying to think of what food they had sitting around.

[savedism]

MARU WAS ABSOLUTELY BUZZING WITH boredom right now. setting up shop in the middle of one of the busiest parks was always either hit or miss for him. often, he would at least get some inquiries about what he was doing there or asking if he could offer at least a taste of his g i f t before they sat down and had an actual reading. today, however, he wasn’t getting any attention at all and it was ruining his day. as he sat at the bench he’d set himself up at, he leaned back and rested his head on the back of the bench. he was so close to groaning aloud until he noticed that someone was standing before him. his eyes fluttered open wide again and he put on his signature smile. ❝ would you like to purchase a psychic reading, beautiful? ❞ he asked, trying his best to turn on his charm. ❝ or i could give you a nice sample instead and we could go from there? ❞

[chceminji-blog]

the park really wasn’t the best place to focus on her homework, but when the weather was nice minji just couldn’t do anything cooped up inside. now surrounded by yelling children was only slightly better. after staring at the same problem for twenty minutes she snapped the book closed, deciding she needed to take a quick break before she could get back to it. packing up her stuff she took to wandering, just exploring what was happening in the park. the stand caught her eye as something different, almost even exciting. her eyes widened slightly as the person at the bench called out to her. “oh um me?” she stopped to think about it. it wasn’t really her thing, and she shouldn’t be spending money on things like psychic readings, but she also really didn’t want to go back to her work. “uh, i usually don’t spend money before i know what i’m getting into. a sample would probably be a good place to start.”