LIGHT MY FIRE

KIM MINGYU | 16 | DRAGONBLOOD | ALL-AROUND BRAT Roleplaying purposes only

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I finally updated my music on Mingyu's page. LOL I didn't realize that the blog name was the same as the opening song in Shakugan no Shana. So I made it the bgm as well as the ROD theme because why not YOLO.

Anyway, I will be making replies and such tonight so if I'm forgetting to make starters and stuff or if I skipped a reply just hit me up. ouo

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Mingyu being Perfect…

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Affectionate Samuel and Mingyu.

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SOBS. I'm so happeh that I finally saw Mingyu's name again on the active members cause like... REDEMPTION. Finally. XD

But yeah.. anyway.. I browsed around on the IA main page and saw the Album challenge and now I wanna do it but right now I'm just confused as to which album I'm gonna base mine on cause it sounds reaaaaally interesting. OAO OMFG. So yeah, gonna open up plots for those soon.

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Drinking Oddities | Mingyu x Nana

Slow days are what the young Dragonblood hates the most. Not that he loved the seemingly fleeting seconds of his life just pass by like a breeze, but when things significantly decrease from their normal speed, it irks him to no end. After all, even though the turtle won the race, nobody still wanted to be the turtle. 

Or at least that's what he thought.

It was completely out of impulse when that night, he had gone out into a small stall situated just beside the streets. There weren't much people and he had decided that maybe a good round of drinks would at least set him straight... or not. Mingyu thought it would bring him just a little kick to his boring day.

But of course, the ahjumma owning the the store had asked him for an I.D. because "You look like you're too young to drink and you'd end up on a small scale car crash when you're drunk driving your wheelchair when you go home."

He provides her a fake one, but it was an ID nonetheless and he only used it in times of extreme desperation, like now, when he was suffering from a case of death-inducing boredom. Mingyu then takes a seat not too far from where the ahjumma was making the food so he can easily order some more.

A few minutes later, his table was filled with a plenty amount of food and he wolfed it down effortlessly, substituting water with soju to let it settle down properly in his stomach. Normally, people, specifically humans, would have been either throwing up or passing out at the rate Mingyu was drinking and eating, but he was after all, a Dragonblood pup. There was no tinge of pink or red in his cheeks, no slur in his words and of course, he'd have no trouble walking in a straight path because... well,... he couldn't walk. One point for the pros of being in a wheelchair.

The people around him were starting to look at him weirdly and he can only blink stupidly at them with a mouthful of food. Maybe he needs some sort of distraction for them... he needed something, or someone to gravitate the attention away from him so he could go through his scarfing down of food and liquor in peace.

Well then. he thinks. The night's certainly turning more exciting already now.

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Caffeine Whispers

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Jongin sighed softly as he walked along the dark grey pavement, the rain just beginning to drizzle along the path. It felt like all too often he was on the hunt for some sort of caffeine to fuel his incessant need for staying awake. It wasn’t that he didn’t like sleep, but he wasn’t even sure if what he did was sleep. After all, he wasn’t exactly alive, and other vampires had made mention of not being able to actually sleep.

The thought of not being like other vampires was usually comforting in its own way, having some semblance of his humanity still in tact while they often didn’t, but this didn’t exactly feel like a blessing. Sleeping seemed like a weakness, so he just tried to stop sleeping as much as he could, which was relatively easy since Kyungsoo liked the daytime, though he in turn also kept the angel awake far longer than he meant to when they were together.

But the lack of rest meant that he was even more tired than usual, and his habit of seeking out caffeine was even more prevalent to get away from the idea of having sleep. It was night, and that was when his kind were meant to thrive, and yet he just felt tired. So with a yawn, he navigated his way to the coffee shop, opening the door with that light tinkling sound.

The smell of coffee and pastries filled the little shop, and it was a comforting, slightly bitter aroma that seemed like home. Of course, that was the angle of those sorts of cafes, to make one feel as though they were comforted by the very scents and warmth around them, and it was how they kept people coming back. He knew the ploy, but he was just as victim to it as anyone else.

The vampire’s dark gaze swept over the cafe quickly, sizing it up and smirked slightly when he caught sight of someone familiar. The dragonblood was a bit of a nuisance, but he never failed to amuse Jongin, so he walked over to the table where he sat and slid into the seat, not really caring if he wasn’t wanted or welcomed. “Hey, wassup?" he greeted him, “Fancy seeing you here."

When the waiter again returned, he glanced at the man, pausing for a moment to gauge his scent. Human, impure. That’s as much as he could gather before he ignored his nature. “Um, a mocha please," he said when the waiter prompted him for his order, running his hand through his hair halfheartedly and returned his attention to the companion he’d forced himself on with a small smile. “So what are you doing out and about at this hour?" he asked, teasing him lightly.

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Being so distracted with the race of raindrops, Mingyu had dropped down his vigilance and let himself get distracted for what seems like the umpteenth time that day. It was hard not to, when one had a lot of things going on inside his head, everything is just a hazy, fleeting second. The moment he sees movement coming from his right courtesy of his peripheral vision, however, he visibly stiffens but then lets out a somewhat exasperated sigh and then he turns to face the intruder of his personal space.

The waiter then comes back and he takes the cup of coffee in his hands, taking his precious little time and raising it to inhale the strong aroma of the espresso. Answering quickly was not his priority that evening so he keeps silent for the first few moments as he sips the caffeinated drink and sets it down on the table with a satisfied breath before meeting the other man's gaze. Not knowing that at that moment, he was acting like how those pompous Dragonblood nobles were acting back home. With their snobby silence and apathetic eyes.

"Normally, I'd say fuck you, Jongin. Fuck off, Jongin. Or any other variations of the said words but I don't feel like engaging in an argument." 

He cradles his chin on the palm of his hand and leans closer as he eyes the waiter walk off and then turns to Jongin again and seemingly scrutinizes him.

"I'm in need of solace from something I don't know." he starts, voice slightly dropping to an octave lower, coming into contact with the loneliness he had so bravely fought and unraveled away from the fabric of the tapestry of his life. But he cracks a small smile at the lack of intensity between their conversation, the empty bickering wasn't there or the excessive teasing and name-calling. It was just them conversing like normal people and somehow it was unnerving for him and it might be for his present acquaintance as well, or wasn't it? "You don't sound or look like yourself  usual self as well. I'm guessing we're both screwed over much more than we needed to be, hm?" 

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I need a nap... desperately.

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OPEN PLOTS~

TAKE THEM, TAKE THEM ALL.

  Midsummer's Nightmare   ---- with Lee Jonghyun

Nightmare on Elm Street-ish plot cause why not. Mingyu has been kept up for days. Sleepless nights galore. Even a simple close of his eyes or a small blink and the fleeting second in preparation for a nap gets him into a state of terror. Something has been disturbing him internally and it's bringing him weaker by the second. But he can't dare to speak about it. It comes ... closer by each passing moment. Who will help him?

  Dragonsbane

A wretched plant called Dragonsbane has been the Kryptonite of many Dragonblood for centuries. Though it's existence is kept hidden from most creatures, some have cultivated it for their own profits. Someone in the Academy has been wearing a perfume containing Dragonsbane and it's agitating Mingyu to no end. The scent stays permeated in the air where it is released for a few hours and it disrupts his thought processes, clouds and distorts his senses and renders him as limp as a vegetable (though the urge to rip someone's eyes out is still there).  It would seem however, that the one person willing to nurse him back to health would be the one who carries around the accursed Dragonsbane.

  Drinking Oddities  ---- with Nana

There has always been notions that Dragonbloods are somewhat a barbaric race. Well, not really.. but with being the fearsome creatures they are, it's unavoidable that some will think that way. Drinking wine and liquor like water might come off as normal to some Dragonblood nobles even to some common dragon clans. MIngyu is a particularly capable drinker despite his age and never gets drunk, a possible threat to the one challenging him to a bout of drinking contests. However, the dragon pup is not immune to the wondrous effects of sugar. An odd condition called Hypoglycemia is something Mingyu has been struggling to hide since he first came to the Academy. Ingestion of anything sweet food or drink sends him on a sort of dry-drunk syndrome and with all of this brought into the open comes another new side to him. 

Let the drinking games begin!

    Good Ol' Mister Moon  ---- with Donghae

Mingyu remembers an old story that his grandpa has told him, and with this comes a sudden spur of loneliness. He brings a step-ladder outside and sits on the top step, attempting to have a conversation with the moon. But sometimes, Mister Moon is not enough, he needs a friend.

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GOOD AFTERNOON IA.

Missing my long hair so badly. SOBS.

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I'M ON PATRON TEQUILA, I'M DRUNK OF MARGARITA I'M ON PATRON TEQUILA, ME AND MAH MAMA CITA

not really... I'm just on a coffee high. LULZ

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Good Ol' Mister Moon [ Open Post ]

Just a boy, just an ordinary boy... But he was looking to the sky.

Everyday he finds just what he's looking for.. Like a shooting star, he shines and he said:

"Take my hand... live while you can. Don't you see your dreams lie right in the palm of your hand?" 

  There was a peculiar habit that, although years passed by, he still hasn't gotten rid of. He could remember doing this the first time, when his grandpa told him a little quirk about 'Good Ol' Mister Moon'.

He was completely fixated on that story ever since the wise elder had relayed it to him like Aesop would his fables. The old man would often say this story with a warm smile and end it with messing Mingyu's already unruly raven hair.

Did you know? I used to talk a lot to that good ol' Mister Moon.  he would always begin with that. Actually, I still do. I would fly high up, to the highest I could and then I'd talk with him for ages.

Mister Moon is a dear friend, who keeps you company throughout the night. Fights off your fears with its soft glow and offers an ear to listen to you when you want to cry your feelings out.

And so, the habit was formed. 

Whenever he felt lonely and had no one to talk to, he would grab a step-ladder and place it somewhere private, somewhere only he and the moon could see each other.

He'd climb that ladder to the moon.

But then he'd cheat on climbing it of course, he'd have his hands onto the steps and use his wings to bring him up and when he's up on the top step, he'd sit there and look at Mister Moon with wide-eyed wonder.

And tonight was one of those nights. Because tonight he was lonely. Tonight he wanted company.

"Good Ol' Mister Moon.... I am in need of a friend to talk to."

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I was here first, kid. I just thought I would say hello. [/sits at angle to you] I’m Jo Kwangmin. You are? [/raises an eyebrow]

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You talk like you're so much older than me. *looks back at you and observes your features* I'm Kim Mingyu. You're not one of those hundred year old creeps right?

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[/sitting in a tree and watches you with interest, deciding to jump down and say something] Hello there. 

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*jerks slightly when he sees you, not aware that someone was watching him and puts a hand on his chest, cursing silently to himself for being startled before letting out a short, frustrated sigh* Hey there. You do know it's not polite to creep on someone, don't you?

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*Steadies himself on his wheelchair momentarily and heaves himself down on the grassy ground under the shade with a lot of effort, holding himself up in a sitting position with his arms and looks up at the sky before deciding to lie down and stare at the cloud formations, idly trying to figure out what shapes they're making*

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yifan-ia answered your question: Good morning IA.  My body hurts. But yeah, who’s...

Yo. I am-

OMFG. I'm so sorry, I didn't see this. But yayyyy. LOL. I already have a few free plots on my page but if you have any suggestions or premade plots too then we can go with that. OwO

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Good morning IA. 

My body hurts. But yeah, who's up for some plottingggg?

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Cause Dragons look good in green