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update.
apologies for being extremely slow, despite requesting plotting and interactions. i will do my best to get to them as soon as possible. in the meantime, feel free to find me on discord (hyeoksus#1845) or line (@baekhyxns)---for all your ooc needs (i.e plotting/helping me procrastinate).
kahyeons:
@heliaeth has been spotted with Reyna Kwon
«❉» This time, she doesn’t even say anything. After an exceptionally draining 6 hour conference, Reyna steps into the bar with sketchbook under her arm, avoids the gazes of the few other patrons, and moves into the back room. Jeongguk is nowhere to be seen— she assumes that he’s off flirting with one of the pretty women or getting into some trouble with that mouth— but still she slips into the back closet and pulls the door up behind her. ( she doesn’t close it, it’s dark in the back. )
When one of the other bartenders opens the closet door and sees her huddled inside she barely acknowledges him, instead just giving a halfhearted nod when asked if she wants him to let Jeongguk know she’s waiting. When the male finally does arrive, she again barely looks up. “…Are you busy? Am I interrupting?”
Out of all the places in the world, Jeongguk swore that no one in their right mind would go to a bar in hopes of a quiet place to work. There were more than a million other places he could think of for someone to work on whatever they pleased. Except, Reyna was unique and she wasn’t like any of the other girls he’d ever met before: especially not one of the girls who would fall head over heels for him with just a smile.
So, when one of his coworkers tapped on his shoulder, gesturing to the back room, there wasn’t any other words needed. He wiped his hands on a cloth, flashing a grin at his coworker and handing him the apron (“I’m going for my break,” he said, earning a smack on his back). And he found her easily, chuckling at the absent greeting he was given upon arrival.
“Well, I do happen to be workin’,” he replied, raising a brow. “Took my break for ‘ya. Whatcha doin’?”
` &. STARTER FOR —— @darkillusixn!
“NON-FICTION IS SUCH A DIFFICULT GENRE TO READ,” Hoseok sighed, pushing the small notebook across the table and gesturing for his companion to read the final line, which he’d highlighted. With a cup of coffee to his left and a pen in his hand, Hoseok glanced up at his friend with a small frown on his lips. The twenty-nine year old pressed his lips together and exhaled, softly. “It’s an even harder genre to edit for, because I actually have to look up all of this crap. I’m really sorry that I bother you every time that I need to know something that I don’t want to look up... I just think it’s a better idea for the both of us to look something up together after you decide you don’t know the answer to my question.”
“Please tell me you’re a genius and well-versed in the history of Seoul City, because I’ve forgotten everything I learned in high school about it.”
` &. STARTER FOR —— @hcundead!
SEEING THE SUPERNATURAL ON EARTH WAS UNCOMMON: that’s what Lysariana noticed in her short time walking on the land of a world parallel to her own. There were things that were classified as normal here that were different from where she came from—to simply fit in, she had to change her eye colour; hide the dragon that kept her company; find a normal job and behave something like whatever a wizard wouldn’t do. She wasn’t allowed to use magic, because all humans were the same—they’d think of her as some sort of genie that could grant them their wishes.
Some people just didn’t seem human to her upon a first glance, because she didn’t fit into the category of mortal being herself. This man caught her eye because there was something about him that she deemed different from the other people she associated with in the café. The red-haired girl kept her eyes trained on the man, trying to decide what it meant to feel a different vibe from him. If her intuition was wrong, then perhaps, she’d make a friend. Leaning back in her chair, she pursed her lips, “Sir, excuse me,” she called, hoping to get his attention. Hopefully, she could ask questions without seeming too suspicious.
note.
( Reblog/Follow for a starter )
starter call!
please like this post for a starter or for me to approach you to plot!
Anonymously send me '+' and a question and my muse has to answer honestly no matter how uncomfortable it makes them
WE ARE ALL FALLING DOWN―—We’re not saints and we’re not Gods. We’re puppets with our hands on triggers against all odds. And if it’s a sin to forget all hope and lose our faith; we’re all lost, now. We’re a million miles from Heaven and we’re only headed down, We crown our heroes with words of praise and in them, find our haven.
But, darling, don’t you know? Angels without wings still remember where home was.
REBLOG & FOLLOW!
shesnipes:
This has been on my mind for long but I’m gonna do this - please reblog this if you’re comfortable with pre-establishing relationships. I do not mean “met at the grocery store two weeks ago” or “have a common friend”, but rather stuff like “have been best friends since kindergrden”, “go for a beer every friday”, “friends with benefits”, “dated in highschool”, “hate each other’s guts because -insert reason-” etc. Something meaningful (but not necessarily shippy) and I mean with muns/characters you have not interacted with, because I cannot believe I am the only one who prefers jumping right into the heart of the human interaction.
fang — the runaway hellhound . indie oc . nsfw “ you can run , but sooner or later , you’ll run out of places to go . ” reblog or follow if you’re interested in interacting .
it’s been a while.
hello, there. if anyone’s still around---these muses and i will be making a comeback soon. i’ve missed interacting with everyone and writing these muses. over the next few days, adjustments will be made to the blog and then we’ll be back. hope to write with you all then!
psa!! (semi) hiatus note.
A lack of activity has most likely been noted by followers of this blog.
The typist has become extremely busy, and within the next week is returning to university, which will definitely take a toll on the activity here and on all three accounts belonging to this typist (i.e. @acebaek, @anhyuns and @heliaeth). As of now, all three blogs will be put on a temporary semi-hiatus (sporadic activity, where replies may be done every week or so), however may approach a full-hiatus (extremely scarce or no replies?) as the school year progresses.
Apologies to anyone interacting with the muse(s) on either accounts, but we do hope to continue writing with you upon return and hope you feel the same, whenever that may be.
Love you all, thank you!
don’t assume just because i don’t reply straight away that i don’t want to rp with you because i do but i just am lazy and stupid so it takes me time sometimes.
` & ( ADDED! ) A muse was silently added to this blog right before I vanished for a good few days! Please plot/interact with HOSEOK and give him love------ thank you! Reminder that you can hit me up on AIM ( @sk.yfall ) to plot and/or talk anytime.
Deul-Lae’s hands, which had been heading towards her bag on the seat next to her, stopped and returned to the counter when she saw the change in the bartender’s behavior. Maybe it was because she had seen far more hostile reactions today after her occupation was exposed, but she chose to linger around the counter more to observe Jeongguk, out of pure amusement. The subtle change of tone in the bartender’s voice was more than enough to let Deul-Lae know that acting professional now wasn’t the best plan of action. So, instead, as if she wanted to show that she was harmless, the detective loosened herself up more, by crossing her legs and leaning closer.
“Ah, well, it depends on how you define ‘asking out,’” she smirked as she placed her elbows on the table. “Lighten up, buddy, I’m not here to kill you or anything… yet.” Deul-Lae teased as she slung her bag over her shoulders. “Just, do your best tomorrow, alright? It’s for your own good.” Then after a curt bow, she left the building. Her steps were much lighter compared to when she had first entered.
The rest of the night, unfortunately, wasn’t as exciting as the short brush she had with Jeongguk, being filled with organizing and connecting the scraps of information that gathered all day. The drink that she bought from the bar only worked for a few hours, leaving Deul-Lae to rely on other methods of help to get her through the night.
Like with everything in life, the extra hours that the detective traded in with her sleep came with a hefty price, for Deul-Lae could barely keep her eyes open once the sun rose to tell everybody but her of a new day. Despite these conditions however, the detective’s mind—which was buzzing due to the new influx of information—managed to coax her body to hold out for just a little bit longer, until the evening, when her target was going to show up in one of the biggest casinos of the nations, for the showdown of the year with the bartender she had acquainted a few hours before.
Despite the few meager hours of sleep that Deul-Lae had squeezed into her schedule before heading to the scene, her physical state hadn’t changed much from before. As the detective jabbed the pen held in her hands to fight sleep, she made sure to keep an eye on Jeongguk, who was seated in a table across the room.
JEONGGUK DOESN’T KNOW WHAT SHE KNOWS, or how much she knows and that’s exactly what makes him so uncomfortable. He doesn’t like not knowing things——he’s the one with the ability to manipulate others; he hated not having the control he’s used to. For the first time in forever, he drops all intention of actually trying to flirt with the woman in front of him——she knows too much. She’s dangerous. That’s what his mind tells him.
He can’t lighten up. He’s not afraid of death, if she were really serious about the point of killing him——he’s more concerned about any affiliation of him to Seokjin and his father. That would be the end of him, and he couldn’t risk that. In a hopeless attempt to calm himself down as he spoke to the woman, his fingers brought themselves to his wrist and rubbed the inked design hidden beneath his watch. It’s okay, she doesn’t know anything.
In this moment, Jeongguk can’t differentiate danger and harmlessness and it’s not the best look on him. The brief exchange leaves him a lot more focused on his work in an attempt to get his mind off of his problems. Jeongguk isn’t used to this and he hates the feeling.
Morning rushed by him and he almost completely forgets about the woman he’d met the previous night during his work shift——kind of hopes it’s just a hoax, when he finally recalls the encounter. That night, when the chips fall from his hands as he clicked them against the table, Jeongguk’s eyes instinctively searched the vicinity.
He’s always had the greatest of luck, but meeting with someone he’d been acquainted for a good few years has him tense when he knows he’s being watched.
Calm down, Jeongguk. Do what you’re best at.
HER FINGERTIPS HOVERED OVER THE KEYBOARD when his words were registered by her brain. SNU, as in Seoul National University? That was a silly joke, wasn’t it? Her breath got caught in her throat for a moment before she blinked a couple of times, confusion evident on feminine features. She’d never met an online friend before, who was practically living near enough to visit, and now he turned out to be going to the same school as her! It seemed like a dumb wink of fate, or someone attempting to pull a prank on her, hence her visible surprise, even though he couldn’t see that.
“Hang on a moment. Can you repeat that? You’re studying at SNU?” She’d completely forgotten about his calculus problem now, even though he went on to talk about it a bit more, but her brain was solely fixated on the fact that she could have possibly already seen him, without even truly knowing him. For all she cared, she could have bumped into him on campus before.
The thought was both exciting and scary. “So, does that mean you’re majoring in mathematics, or something? Because I know that Professor Park is very strict on the ones in his class, so I hope you’ve got another professor in your course.” Hoping he’d catch on, without her having to openly declare that she too, was a student at the same university, Ahyeon could only bite on her lower lip in irritation and another feeling that she couldn’t quite pinpoint.
HE’S CAUGHT BY SURPRISE AT THE SUDDEN request to repeat his words. He doesn’t understand what’s so interesting about the small fact that he attends one of the most popular (and prestigious) universities in the country——so did almost thirty-thousand other kids. Chanyeol paused, furrowing his eyebrows before typing a quick response.
“Yeah, I go to SNU. I major in mathematics and sciences,” he confirmed, before frowning slightly as he studied the words appearing on his screen. It’s only when she mentions the name of the notoriously frightening professor of the mathematics department (who definitely did teach his course, and he wasn’t the most fond of said professor) that it all hits him and oh. Oh.
It’s what he types too, without even realizing it. Chanyeol hesitated in typing the inquiry that danced in his mind, and suddenly he’s stunned——who was this girl who attended his school and could beat him in games? Was it possible that she was one of the girls he’s run away from in the midst of rambling on about how he definitely doesn’t know that one supposedly hot psychology professor personally? Talk about ridiculous coincidences. Chanyeol doesn’t know what the anticipation in his gut is for, but he feels it when he types it out: “You’re an SNU kid too?”
