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Android. Active 5 years // 22 years (human age). domestic assistant (culinary)"The most important thing is not to live, but to have a reason to life."

[dvxjinwoo]

❝ 𝚀𝚞𝚎𝚞𝚎𝚍 𝚁𝚎𝚙𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 ! °✧

𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚒𝚜 𝚖𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚕𝚢 𝚊 𝚛𝚎𝚖𝚒𝚗𝚍𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚢𝚜𝚎𝚕𝚏, 𝚋𝚞𝚝 𝚝𝚑𝚎𝚜𝚎 𝚊𝚛𝚎 𝚜𝚘𝚘𝚗 𝚝𝚘 𝚋𝚎 𝚙𝚘𝚜𝚝𝚎𝚍 𝚜𝚘 𝚜𝚝𝚊𝚢 𝚝𝚞𝚗𝚎𝚍 !

- ❝𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝙼𝚎?❞ °✧  𝙻𝚢𝚛𝚊 ( @dvxlyra ) - ❝𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝙼𝚎?❞ °✧  𝙰𝚖𝚋𝚎𝚛 ( @dvxamber ) - ❝𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚕?❞ °✧ 𝙽𝚘𝚒 ( @dvnoi )

[dvxjinwoo]

❝𝚆𝚑𝚢 𝙷𝚎𝚕𝚙 𝙼𝚎?❞ °✧

°✧ 𝙾𝚙𝚎𝚗 𝚂𝚝𝚊𝚛𝚝𝚎𝚛 !

°✧ From the street outside came a peculiar, blood-chilling sound. It was like the low snarling of many voices, and it grew louder and louder until it became a sullen, muttering roar. In moments the crowd that had been peaceful for a cause stood silent, bereft. The screen in the city square showed the concerns of their opponents, the accusations of their opposition at the broken privacy from those with blue blood and mechanical parts. Those like himself.

ᴍᴜsᴛ ғɪɴᴅ sʜᴇʟᴛᴇʀ

Then came flashes of anger, jeers, shouting. A window was smashed. Some of the citizens panicked and dissipated as fast as they could, fleeing to the nearest buses and train station, or else just down side streets. But a core of them stayed, burning cars, looting, smashing, destroying property with no thought to whom it belonged to. They had become a mob, mindless and dangerous. Anyone who tried to stop them was beaten severely. Police in dark uniform with their transparent shields and full-face visors marched towards them in rigid formation. Instructions were given through loudspeakers, and then the tear gas was unleashed. They had lost all self-control. It was a riot.

ɴᴏᴡʜᴇʀᴇ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ

A sudden gush of pain jolted throughout Jinwoo’s body. His stomach ached, his arms lost tension, and his legs began to weaken. ❝Please, I am not your enemy!❞ He croaked as he dropped to the ground. His tongue was soaked in the taste of his own cyan blood. Bruised and winded, with a leg in agony, and his LED flashing a bright shade of red, he called out for someone. Anyone. 

ɪ ᴅᴏɴ'ᴛ ᴡᴀɴᴛ ᴛᴏ ᴅɪᴇ

His head was pounding. When it comes to a fight, there is no honor, no code. All that matters is the win and letting go of all frustrations kept locked away behind a facade. As was the case for this hostile stranger in front of him. Jinwoo brought forward his arms as a shield, bracing for another strike. It never came. His eyes focused towards his savior from the brutal attack, and he couldn’t help but ask, ❝Why help me?❞ 

[butteryplanet]

[lovesyoongs]

[dvxjinwoo]

°✧ Jinwoo in his restaurant uniform

[dvxjinwoo]

⊗

send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon

°✧The air is coarse, smoke filling up the kitchen with each second as it rises into the running vents above. All Jinwoo can feel is a constant wave of heat. Fire is the most beautiful weapon of them all. It shines with all its glory; maybe that's why he is so attracted to it? The warmth along with the welcoming feel it gives, but as you slowly approach, it snarls and bites. Everything you love could be gone in minutes, due to a single nip. That's why he is afraid. So warm, so beautiful, so welcoming and deadly all at once. Who had ever heard of a chef fearful of the very thing that allows him to create his delectable marvels?

[dvxjinwoo]

☼ & 🌹?

send ☼ for a dream headcanon

°✧There is a slight breeze that rustles the leaves making them fall to the solid ground one by one. Warm air takes hold of the park, the beams of sunlight glowing on my skin. Flowers are scattered across the vastness of green, and they conceal the freshly cut grass. The pathway is nothing more than dirt littered with haphazard rocks and pebbles. Children are playing and the parents talking amongst each other. Everything around me is teaming with life and noise, all of it coming together like Mother Nature’s symphony. However, through all this, I only hear the voice of another. Their tone is soft as if sharing a close secret, every word recited almost like a melodic ballad. And yet, the words themselves carry a hint of sorrow when I raise my gaze to meet their eyes, ❝How long can you wait aside, a mere onlooker, before your heart cannot take any more of the pain?❞ would my confession make such a difference when our lives are so unparallel? The inquire plagues my inner thoughts leaving me motionless in their presence, ❝I will wait for as long as it takes. Not for my own selfish desires, but for a connection to truly flourish within her heart. That is all I can hope for. All I can dream for.❞

send 🌹 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard for our muses

❝𝙸𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚋𝚘𝚝𝚝𝚘𝚖 𝚘𝚏 𝚖𝚢 𝚑𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚝 𝚕𝚒𝚎𝚜 𝚊 𝚜𝚎𝚌𝚛𝚎𝚝 𝚠𝚑𝚒𝚌𝚑 𝙸 𝚑𝚊𝚟𝚎 𝚗𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚘𝚕𝚍 𝚊 𝚜𝚘𝚞𝚕 𝚒𝚗 𝚝𝚑𝚎 𝚠𝚘𝚛𝚕𝚍. 𝚃𝚑𝚎𝚛𝚎 𝚒𝚜 𝚊𝚗 𝚒𝚖𝚊𝚐𝚎 𝚘𝚏 𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚜 𝚙𝚎𝚛𝚜𝚘𝚗 𝚠𝚑𝚘 𝚒𝚜 𝚍𝚎𝚊𝚛𝚎𝚜𝚝 𝚝𝚘 𝚖𝚎 𝚊𝚗𝚍 𝚌𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚎𝚛 𝚝𝚑𝚊𝚗 𝚊𝚗𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐 𝚎𝚕𝚜𝚎.❞ — 𝙼𝚎𝚕𝚊𝚗𝚒𝚎 𝚁𝚘𝚌𝚔

[deviantkrp]

VARIETY PACK / a post filled with games, memes, and other various fun tasks to be completed. please reblog to signal that you’d like to play along & feel free to cross things out that you’d rather not do !

HEADCANONS /

send ♡ for a friendship headcanon send ♬ for a childhood headcanon send ☼ for a dream headcanon send ♧ for a cooking headcanon send ❧ for a food headcanon send ★ for a talent headcanon send △ for a sex headcanon send ➷ for a sports headcanon send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon send ☾ for a sleep headcanon send ✜ for a fear headcanon

SECRETS /

send ♚ a terrible secret send ♛ a secret my muse is keeping for someone else send ♜ an embarrassing secret send ♝ a sad/heartbreaking secret send ♞ a secret thought that my muse knows not everyone agrees with send ♟ a secret crush send ✗ a person they secretly hate

GAMES /

send 🎤 and i’ll make a short playlist for our muses send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses send 🌹 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard for our muses send 💛 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse send 👗 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s fashion style send 👶 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s childhood send 🏠 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics send 🍕 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods send 👮 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s occupation send ✉ for a written letter from my muse send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse   send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them send 🍎 and my muse will tell yours why they’re thankful for send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets send 🎁 for my muse to describe one thing on their personal wishlist send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent) send ☄️ for 2-4 songs that are always in their playlists send 💫 for one place they sometimes end up falling asleep send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at send 🌙 for the emoticon they’d use most often send ✨ for what my muse would act like when they haven’t gotten enough sleep send 💐 for how they take care of themselves while in a slump send 🍂 for what they wanted to be when they grew up send 🌈 for my muse’s favorite kind of weather send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours send  👏 and try to fluster my muse (anything goes!)

EXTRA /

↖️ this cutie is now accepting curious anons !

🔍+ a rumor and my muse will react to it.

[softjeon]

[tastegarden]

[dvxjinwoo]

🍵 🏠 ☄️

send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets

❝Having regrets isn’t something that comes with my programming. However, there is a constant feeling I have whenever I do not carry out in my confessions to someone I hold most dear. I seem to always keep my sincerest thoughts to myself as if revealing them will ruin our connection.❞

send 🏠 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics

send ☄️ for 2-4 songs that are always in their playlists

요조 - 동경소녀

Japanese Breakfast - Heft

Brandon Banks - Autumn

PACMAN - LIAR (feat. YELLA D)

[deviantkrp]

GAMES / send 🎤 and i’ll make a short playlist for our muses send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses send 🌹 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard for our muses send 💛 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse send 👗 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s fashion style send 👶 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s childhood send 🏠 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics send 🍕 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods send 👮 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s occupation send ✉ for a written letter from my muse send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse   send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them send 🍎 and my muse will tell yours why they’re thankful for send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets send 🎁 for my muse to describe one thing on their personal wishlist send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent) send ☄️ for 2-4 songs that are always in their playlists send 💫 for one place they sometimes end up falling asleep send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at send 🌙 for the emoticon they’d use most often send ✨ for what my muse would act like when they haven’t gotten enough sleep send 💐 for how they take care of themselves while in a slump send 🍂 for what they wanted to be when they grew up send 🌈 for my muse’s favorite kind of weather send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours send  👏 and try to fluster my muse (anything goes!)

EXTRA / 

↖️ this cutie is now accepting curious anons !

🔍 + a rumor and my muse will react to it.

** please reblog to signal that you’d like to play along & feel free to cross things out that you’d rather not do !

[bwimini]

[saiaku]

[whitefall]

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[dvxjinwoo]

❝ 𝚆𝚒𝚕𝚕 𝚃𝚑𝚊𝚝 𝙱𝚎 𝙰𝚕𝚕?❞ °✧

[dvxjinwoo]

TADPOLE:

[ . . . ]

The locale was well-visited, though not overly full and although she was tired, Noi found herself perking up as she entered the restaurant. Eight thirty was a good time to come in for a coffee; most dinner reservations were scheduled for before that, in her experience, and the earliest of birds usually left around the time she arrived. More out of routine than curiosity she took in today’s customers, eyes roaming over the tables until a friendly voice called her back to the present. Eyes growing wider for a split second her head whipped towards the source, a smile finding its way onto her lips as she recognized the android greeting her. “Bunny!” She bowed quickly. “Hello! I’m here for the usual and–” The twist of her lips grew mischievous and she leaned a bit into him, voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “And anything from your test kitchen you’d be willing to share.” Noi laughed good-naturedly. “How has your day been?”

°✧ His vision narrowed like the lenses of a camera, focusing on her alone, while the rest of the restaurant became blurred hues of champagne, crimson, and charcoal. His boyish and child-like charm was oddly juxtaposed to the crispness of his suit, tailored to perfection, in a high-end tailor's shop in Gangnam. The extravagant and lavish standards of the fine dining establishment. He chuckled at the pet name given to him when the two had first met, it seemed like a lifetime ago. Returning the polite gesture with a low bow, he motioned for her to follow him to an open table, the best seat in the restaurant in his opinion.

He found himself falter somewhat ━ an abrupt pause━ with her sudden close approach to him suggesting he sample her anything he could acquire within the kitchen, ❝I believe I have some things for you to taste test, I suppose.❞ A little white lie, or rather, a hiding of the entire truth. He had already prepped a variety of sugary sweets and colorful confections for her to savor to her heart's content. Every morning, before the sun rose above the Seoul skyline, Jinwoo made it a habit to be the first on sight and begin baking the day’s essentials before the restaurant opened; gwapyeon, bungeo-ppang, mochi, yeot, and mandu-gwa were highly sought after by guests. However, he somehow, without fail, had extra to share with her.

❝To be honest with you, Noi, quite busy. Today we hosted a reception for a celebrity. Apparently, it had been their birthday. Everyone is completely drained after that whole ordeal, but the boss says he wants all hands on deck for the dinner rush. I must admit things are a bit chaotic in the kitchen. What about you? Anything interesting you recall from your day?❞ For reasons unknown, Jinwoo had been conscious of every word spoken towards her. Part of him thought it might have been due to the fact that he hadn’t wanted to make a fool of himself in front of the person who made his head spin with one look. Moving swiftly over the marble floor of the restaurant, he assisted her to be seated by pulling out the table chair ━ gently pushing the chair in with both hands on the backrest. An action he had read over countless times in his favorite classic western novels. Carefully handing her the menu he had been clutching for dear life, Jinwoo, having already memorized her order asked, ❝What can I get for you this lovely evening, Noi?❞

[dvxjinwoo]

❝𝚊 𝚙𝚒𝚗𝚌𝚑 𝚘𝚏 𝚜𝚊𝚕𝚝❞°✧

@dvxyuna​

°✧ Jinwoo could never shop in the cold and perfect indifference of a supermarket, served by underpaid drones and sucked into purchasing the over processed salty junk. What he couldn't get at the local market he just didn't buy for the restaurant. Every Saturday morning he would drink in the colors, the aromas and the atmosphere like an elixir. He thrived on interacting with the stall holders, each one almost a caricature of bubbly friendliness. They knew him by name and often had kept something back from the stall that they knew he would buy ━ and he always did. He weaved through the crowds, edging through the dense flow of people with his bags getting more full by the minute. The air was perfumed with produce, the ground was gritty stone. A lost child wailed for his mother, a man frantically searched for his missing dog, shopkeepers screamed out offers on the top of their voices to attract customers and customers desperately tried to bargain for the best possible prices. This was the local farmers market, a place which was always drowning in the sea of people. Not a single empty place could be spotted between the stalls. Some held a hand against their forehead to shield themselves from the sun, others made fans out of newspapers or magazines. The sun mercilessly shone down upon the market. Beads of sweat glistened on everyone's forehead, and many faces turned red due to the sweltering heat. The pungent odor of sweat mingled with the nose-tingling aroma of spices and the sweet smell of flowers coming from the florist's shop. All of these smells mixed together and gave the market a somewhat unique scent, which hung in the air from early morning to late evening. There was no irritating music, just a busker with a guitar. This to him was life, real life, not the sanitized pre-packed convenience world of individual yogurts and personal cheeses. Coming up to one of his favorite stalls to acquire a mornings worth of fresh vegetables and fruits, he overheard a conversation about whether anything could enhance the flavor of everyday ramen. ❝Actually, you can add a bit of the packaged noodles and stir-fry them with some available vegetables and leftover meat to make yourself some decent Japchae.❞ He smiled at the woman after giving his suggestion.

[jiminparke]