—bon appétit

❝ The kitchen is always open to friends. ❞ indepdendent oc rp

[crxcifix]

I am an impulsive roleplayer.

I let my muse take the reins and decide what threads to start or reply to in a given day. If the muse doesn’t feel it, it isn’t happening. That doesn’t mean that I hate you or that I no longer want to interact with you; I probably either lost our thread or my muse just said, ‘nah bro.’

I’m sorry I drop threads. I’m sorry I don’t reply to memes. I’m sorry I ignore my asks. I’m sorry I plot things and then don’t do them. I’m an impulsive roleplayer: my muse guides me.

Roleplaying isn’t my job: it’s my hobby. I do it for fun. My muse isn’t my coworker: my muse is my friend. We have fun together. If I started treating this as a job, it wouldn’t be enjoyable for me anymore, and the quality of my content would diminish greatly!

And while we’re on the subject, just because a thread gets dropped does not mean the relationship between our muses is dead!! Thread =/= relationship! We can start something new and continue building their bond! Relationships are important to building new aspects of our muses!

I always want to roleplay with you. Just…perhaps not with that thread. You feel?

[dlcvs-blog]

Don’t you feel eyes moving over your body?

                                                ( ʀᴇʙʟᴏɢ & ғᴏʟʟᴏᴡ )                                                                    like    for   a  starter!

             And don’t your eyes seek out the things you want?

[herado]

will find herself sitting at the bar – to get a drink ( probably just some water ) and to catch a breath before she takes off for the night. strangers trying to talk to her was nothing new. especially after they just witnessed her performance on the stage. and she wouldn’t mind it, normally – if the setting was different. if they weren’t here. surrounded by tons of drunks. of hot, sweaty people, desperate and hungry, usually, for another human being. for something to fuck. but not dohee. she’s perfectly sober. exhausted, kind of hot, but not under the influence. not yet, anyway. but even if she isn’t necessarily fond of the atmosphere herself, she’s not going to be totally rude. will do her best to give him the time of day. be friendly. because, of course, there is always that slight chance. a rare occurrence which would involve her talking to someone who doesn’t seem to have a mind cluttered with bad intentions. ❝ do i look alone? ❞ and then she’ll spin around on her stool. to motion with her hands at the huge crowd situated behind them. will calmly, nicely elaborate. ❝ my shift just ended. didn’t you see me up there? ❞ she assumes he would’ve. unless he just happened to arrive. or maybe he just didn’t recognize. didn’t make the connection. takes the time then to turn herself back around. fingers absentmindedly tracing shapes onto the counter top. ❝ that depends. ❞

[dlcvs-blog]

—HIS BROWS ROSE UPON hearing her snarky reply to his question, a sharp breath puffing out from his nose in something between a scoff and a laugh. So that’s the kind of girl I’m dealing with, he mused internally, picking himself up onto the stool by his side. He rested his elbow against the counter, head leaning on his hand as he watched her speak. Eye contact was something he knew was paramount when making new friends, or at least when trying to establish a connection with another person, and he made sure that he would remember that. His eyes remained on her own, even when she turned away to gesture around or anything else of the sort. The mention of her being on stage reminded him of her attire, which he’d seen from afar earlier, which didn’t seem too different from a regular clubber’s attire at the time, though he wouldn’t put it beyond anyone to wear such a thing onto a stage either. “Just got here, sadly. Would’ve loved to see you up there though. Maybe next time, eh?” his fingers drummed against the counter-top, her reply catching his attention. “Depends? On what exactly, love?”

[l0vebvnny]

                                   steph hwang. makeup artist. domme.

                                                            literate. au. very nsfw.  

                                                                about. mun note.       

                                           be curious, not judgmental.

[ethereal-baek]

[dlcvs-blog]

❝ nobody needs to rescue me .❞

                     ( via: @acrbvs​. meme: here. status: no longer accepting. )

—JASON HEAVED A SIGH, another staff member had decided to come to him in order to ask for help with dealing with a troublesome customer. Not just tonight, but for several nights in recent memory, this man in particular seemed to be quite troublesome. After what many considered to be “normal hours” for a restaurant to be open, drinks dropped to a certain price in order to try and accommodate certain audiences. Perhaps couples coming for a late night date, or salarymen who got out of the offices after some overtime. Seeing as it was a time for most of the potential guests to unwind, it was always rather upsetting to see things become so unruly due to the inconsiderate actions of a group of people, or in this case just a single person. Lionel never really had the heart to kick anyone out of the restaurant, seeing as how they were still paying customers, and he usually just took the route of compensating the ones affected by the rowdiness. While Jason wasn’t usually one to care one way or another, his new position in upper-management had many of the junior staff members turning to him in times where they couldn’t handle problems on their own. 

He had finally arrived at the person in question slumped over in their seat. The table had been cleared by the wait staff just a moment prior, lest any glass get shattered if they were to come off table’s surface somehow. Though the man seemed rather subdued at the given moment, the lack of any patrons at the surrounding tables gave him the impression that he’d just missed the ruckus.

“Sir,” Jason began, “How much have you had to drink tonight? You still need a way to get back home, you know– You can’t stay here all night, this isn’t a hotel,” he took a more compromising tone than he would’ve liked. As much as he wanted the man out of his establishment, starting a fight, especially right after he’d been promoted to this position, just seemed like a bad move overall.

❝ nobody needs to rescue me .❞

He heard the man mumble almost incoherently, most likely in response to Jason’s suggestion. Dark eyes narrowed at the patron, and with a click of his tongue, Jason reached towards the drink clasped between the man’s fingers. “Allow me to do so then, sir,” Jason addressed him yet again, the final word laced with vitriol as he gave the drink another tug, “It’s time for you to go.”

[herado]

❝ what do you need? ❞

[dlcvs-blog]

—IT WASN’T QUITE THE response he’d expected from her, though it wasn’t impossible to work with. It was at least enough to confirm that he’d been able to strike up conversation with her, and he took the opportunity to take a seat by her side, one elbow leaning up against the counter. “I just needed to ask a couple of questions, that’s all,” he spoke up once again, leaning in a bit closer than her normally would in order to speak over the ambient noise of the bar’s crowd around them. “First of all, you wouldn’t happen to be here alone, would you? I couldn’t imagine a girl like yourself sitting at a place like this and drinking on her own.”

He took a moment to avert his attention, flagging down the bartender from across the counter before his eyes returned to the woman in front of him, “And secondly, would you mind if I bought you a drink?”

[jinseinoai]

“Ah I wasn’t aware anyone was listening,” she looked up from the keys of the piano she had placed in the Paper Room of her humble cafe, a room where a whole wall was dedicated for visitors to write small messages on sticky notes and paste them on the said wall. It was also known as the Paper Room as here there were countless of various colours of papers for anyone who wishes to create or learn to fold origami; a hobby Minkyung would like to share with others. It was close to closing hours and the crowd had died down, which was why she was alone in the room playing the piano though the small clap caught her by surprise making her look at the stranger.

[dlcvs-blog]

—HE WAS RATHER SURPRISED himself. He’d wandered into the room just a few moments prior, leaned up against the door frame as he not only partook in the melody, but also studied the room curiously. How odd, he thought, curious about the purpose of the papers scattered across every table and strewn along the walls. A rogue gust of wind could send it into chaos in a heartbeat. All those thoughts aside though, he’d finally found the person he’d come to the small cafe in search of. The location was rather close to his own workplace, and seeing as how he was going to be up all night with all the newly-acquired paperwork from his new position, a small pick-me-up was in order.

“Do you work here? I, uh...” he peered over his shoulder briefly, tone rather unsure as he spoke, “I came by to order something, but... seems like the place is closed. No one’s behind the counter-- door’s open though, so I figured I’d at least come and check.”

[hun-a]

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[dlcvs-blog]

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