since the new event dropped, i'm gonna throw out a quick starter call for the holiday market! give this post a lil ❤️ and i'll bother you in dms real quick to come up with something <3
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→ "i think i'd like to hear you beg first," june's voice holds a hint of a snicker that she's clearly holding back as she sees the other on the floor. she'd woken up not long ago and drawn on her silk robe when she heard some sort of commotion in the hallway. was that...someone running up and down? there weren't exactly a myriad of children in ansong so she knew it had to be someone older and when she reasoned it out, there were even fewer reasons to be running up and down the hallways of the apartment building. this had given her pause but instead of being hesitant, she simply marched right out her door and found herself face to face with the backside of someone very familiar...
she outstretched her foot poking the other's thigh with the limb and tilting her head. "what exactly are you doing? did your cat get out or something?" she asked raising a brow. june had always been good with animals. they tended to like her. she wasn't sure why exactly but she surely didn't mind. she'd had her fair share of run-ins with lost cats returning them either home or to a shelter simply because they so willingly ran into her arms. she was sure this would be no different, but that didn't mean she was going to miss an opportunity to tease insu if she had one. "go ahead. say pretty please and maybe i'll help you. cats love me, after all,"
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ it takes an embarrassingly long time to recognize he was being spoken to, eyes flickering over from where he was still haphazardly sprawled out on the ground to land on june. or, well, her lips at first, but then they traveled down towards her robe and it lingers there. he tries his hardest to remember that he was not in the privacy of his apartment and the type of staring he was doing was inappropriate for the middle of their complexes hallway. he almost forgets all about his cat until he hears the faint jingle of her collar in the distance and he's faced with the reality again of what he was even laid in the hallway to begin with.
"she more then got out," he sighs as he feels the gentle pressure of her foot against his thigh, thinking about how his cat has ran him ragged for the past hour. "i was about to head down to grab somethin' out my car and that little speed demon took off right out the door. for a princess she sure doesn't want to be saved," he groans, slowly sitting up and running calloused fingers through dyed strands. honestly, he was surprised anyone had come out to check what was happening. insu was not complaining at all that the one who happened to come to his aid was june, though.
he huffs a laugh, only groaning slightly as he finally pulled himself from off the ground. he dusts off his sweats and then looks back to june with a sort of glint in his eyes. "you're really cashin' in on that begging, huh?" he muses, but still, he'll humor her. he clears his throat just for show before his lips quirk up in his typical smirk. "pretty please? i can definitely make it up to you later. you know i'm good for it." it seemed his cat didn't care whether he was flirting or not, as her jingle got louder and his head snapped back over to the steps where the maine coon sat, staring june down. he could tell she was suspicious, the diva. "beebee. come h-" and once again, the cat was running up the staircase, knowing that insu would soon follow her. he sighs, long-suffering. "fuck."
the last of the neighborhood cats come into view, some emerging from the depths of the cardboard boxes, bleary-eyed and yawning, having been woken up from their peaceful slumber at the sound of their voices, while others come leaping over a nearby fence, licking their lips in anticipation. some smaller ones rush in from behind where both danbi and insu had come from, slipping between insu's legs before they crowd the two of them, all of them a chorus of eager meows that ring out into the alleyway. the sound reaches a crescendo as danbi begins to pour the food into their bowls, concerned orbs sweeping over the tops of their heads in hopes that the most well-known of all the felines would emerge, taking her place in line amongst them. but tuxedo - affectionally dubbed 'tux' even after having been identified as a female, despite danbi's initial mistake in thinking she was a little distinguished gentleman upon their first encounter - is nowhere to be found, not so much of a whisker left behind.
"this is her favorite brand of food too," she says softly, worriedly - danbi leaves some food in the canister after filling up the dishes, holding it up and shaking it as though it would bring the missing cat out of hiding. tux always came barreling in whenever she heard the sound of this particular container, not wanting to miss out on her favorite flavors. "she loves salmon," danbi continues, watching as the rest of the alley cats take turns devouring the dry food. some stretch out lazily once their bellies are full, while others take a few strides towards their caregivers, headbutting danbi and insu's legs in gratitude. the brunette smiles at the felines, reaching out and scratching behind their ears. "you guys haven't seen her, have you?"
the question doesn't garner an inkling as to where she might be - most of the cats either peer up at the two of them, head tilting in question, or they slink back to their perches on the surrounding rubbish. one little cat does offer danbi a meow in reply, but it's not enough of a clue to fill them in on where tux might have gone, so they'll just have to figure it out themselves. and insu's suggestion on where to begin is the best lead they've got, and makes danbi hopeful that the search won't be long and arduous - she wants to think positively, wondering if maybe tux is just snoozing the afternoon away down the street.
"you're right, i'm sure she's close by," she echoes insu's sentiments, mirroring his movements and standing back up as the cats finish their dinners. danbi makes her way to insu's side, carefully wading through the small sea of fur and smiles up at him, though it doesn't fully reach her eyes like it normally does, apprehension sitting at the corners of her mouth. truthfully, she's worried, but she has faith that the two of them will be able to find the cat. "she wouldn't be silly enough to get lost," she tries to encourage both of them, holding the container of cat food close to her chest, as though holding onto it tight enough would keep her grounded, despite the nervousness beginning to prick at her skin like small thorns. " . . . right?"
the first few inklings of uneasiness begin to seep in, but she tries to swallow her nerves down as the two of them turn and head towards their new destination. "maybe she's just catting around, strutting her kitty stuff on the street." she says as the two of them fall into step beside one another once more, trying to ease her own worries by setting herself on a more optimistic path, wanting to make a small joke. another second passes before danbi glances up at him. "hey, insu . . . ?" her voice comes out quietly as she calls him, and for a second after his name leaves her, she hesitates. she's not someone who so easily expresses her feelings, not wanting to come across as a burden - she was a martyr when it came to her own emotions, but there was something about being beside insu that made her feel safe.
"i'm really glad you're here," the words come out soft and true, and danbi offers him another small smile. he made her feel like she didn't have to shoulder things alone. "i think i'd be really scared on my own, so i'm glad we're together." the smile widens, and she shakes the container again, laughing a little. "but next time she's getting just regular meow mix so you better not spoil her after this!"
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ while there is some semblance of amusement that he finds in her asking the cats if they've seen tuxedo, there is enough worry that bleeds out that it causes his lips to quirk downwards. he had gotten slightly attached her as well during the time they've been coming around to feed the strays. she was impressionable and friendly, and insu had considered more then once dealing with his own cats attitude and possibly adopting tux to keep as his own. his gaze peers down to the small group of felines, some who's tails flick against his ankles as they eat and some who are already sauntering off to their spots, the places he knows where they'll be sleeping tonight. he squats down to cradle a smaller one, a runt, most likely, between his hands, softly cooing at it. "you haven't seen our little tux wearin' friend, have you?" the cat mewls happily before ducking out of his hands, quickly shuffling off. he sighs and stands up again, fidgeting with his lip ring worriedly as he surveyed the group of cats once more. for sure she was not there among them. now, he would allow himself a slight bit of panic but tried his best not to outwardly express so.
still, his lips quirk up in a semblance of a smile at danbi's words, agreeing that the cat is most likely close by, feeling danbi's presence solid beside him as the rest of the cats finally go their own ways. once it appeared they were not going to find their fur friend there, he started to lead them away towards their first destination on their little impromptu search mission. "she's probably fine," he assures breezily, ignoring his own worry and instead focusing on comforting the other woman's worries. "she's probably off doing... cat things, or something. lazing around without worrying about us being worried about her," he continues, shaking his head and keeping an eye out for any sign of the cat as they walked. he can't help but laugh at the simple phrase 'strutting her kitty stuff', trying to conceal it with a haphazard cough, turning his head away to hide his amusement. at least danbi was keeping the optimism alive, something needed at the moment in their shared anxiety and worry. he appreciated that about her. she tried her hardest to make others smile and it was a change of pace from just about everything insu tended to deal with on a daily basis.
upon hearing his name called his steps falter slightly, shifting his gaze over to her, looking down at the shorter woman with curious eyes. he practices patience with her, something softer and unusual given everything insu has been known to be. a part of him, one he still can't identify, wants to treat her gently. there's always something that feels fuzzy around the edges whenever he thought too hard about it, something familiar with the same kind of sweetness he can't recall. it's confusing but he doesn't dwell too much on it; just this much is enough to start the building of some sort of headache.
and still, her words take him by surprise. it's reflected clear as day on his face, eyebrows raising towards his hairline and lips parting slightly. he wishes he could place why these words affect him like they do, warmth blossoming in his chest like flowers, buds like affection that make him feel both happy and uneasy. he knows his ears are tinged red at the genuine words spoken to him, and he shrugs a shoulder, feigning casualness. "well you sure know how to flatter a guy," he jokes, scratching the back of his head and looking to his scuffed sneakers. he feels his lips quirk up a bit in a smile without meaning to, looking up towards the nearly darkened sky as he tries to recollect himself.
even though he's still slightly flustered, he can't help the snort that leaves him as she shakes the container. "yeah, no promises on that. she's a angel and angels deserve extra treats. why would i deny her of any of that?" he shoves his hands into his jacket pockets and continues onward towards their destination, the area a bit hidden out of sight but a place insu has visited before incidentally for similar reasons. "it's around here," he tells her, realizing that this area was a bit darker then the rest of the street, the streetlights further away from each other then the rest. he pulls out his phone and turns on the flashlight, aiming it towards the darkened area.
"it's safe around here but keep close, anyway. don't want you to trip and break your ankle or something," he tells her, watching her closely as he says so. he pauses when he sees the flash of slitted eyes and his footfalls falters for a moment, then he sighs when a faint, almost curious sounding meow hits his ears. "there are usually a few strays here, too. let's check here for tux and then maybe try somewhere else if we can't find her?" he hopes she's safe... but honestly he doesn't even want to consider any other option.
“yeah, well-”, daeho starts, but then his train of thought is interrupted by someone swerving onto the road ahead of them, insu’s arm keeping him from jerking forward. daeho straightens, half of a mind to roll down the window and start yelling a little. it isn’t worth it, he knows - but he always feels more strongly when it’s friends being wronged, and insu is at the top of that list, someone he doesn’t want to see endangered over someone else trying to save ten seconds on their commute. it’s not as though they won’t end up at the same red light.
he’d say as much, but insu doesn’t complain, and daeho is mollified quickly by the conversation. “it’s a shitty job, so i can’t really fault them. but i let them in all the time, so, yknow…” because of his working hours, daeho often accepts other’s packages. and he doesn’t mind it, but this drive halfways across the city is testing his patience a little; not because he minds the excuse to spend time with insu (and melissa) but because of the inconvenience of it all.
“yes, yes. you two are real lifesavers.” he rolls his head over against the headrest, blinks up at insu in a laughable imitation of the sort of coy flirting he often witnesses at the bar. it takes only moments before he cracks up, though - he can’t find it in himself to keep the bit going for too long. “and it’s nice to finally meet melissa. i’ve heard so much about your girl, i can’t believe you’ve been keeping us apart for all this time. worried she’d like me better than you?”
the gps shows that they’re only a few minutes out. daeho shifts his weight to get more comfortable, stretching his legs as much as the space allows. “you don’t have to call me out like that,” he whines, but he’s not serious about that, either. “i picked up this piece of junk i’ve been wanting to restore. gutted it, turned out none of it was even working right, so i’m just going to redo the whole thing.” a sigh, long-suffering. “so yeah, it’s tech. but don’t play, you’re just as bad as i am.” daeho knows what kind of cash insu’s dropped on his car; there really isn’t that much of a difference between shelling out for a new gpu or an engine. they both own toolkits, even if daeho’s screwdrivers are smaller. it’s not as though there isn’t some overlap.
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ insu can't help the snort that leaves him. "yeah, but lots of jobs are shitty. sometimes i wanna take my wrench to some dudes head when he tells me how to do my job, but, like, that's not an excuse. they just didn't want to do their job properly, and that's on them. next time you have a issue, let me know." he probably would make another drive down here, alone, but he didn't want to bother daeho with that.
the laugh he lets out is almost pulled from his chest, loud and boisterous at the other mans words. he peers over to daeho and has a mind to wink at him but instead turns his attention back to the road. "nah, my baby is loyal. she wouldn't dare look at another man," he says with faux confidence, before pausing, then looking at his cars dash with a squint. "right melissa?" he asks her as if she could answer, before catching sight of the same car from before as he pulled up to the red light.
annoyance flares through him, swift and unbidden, and didn't think twice before leaning forward, making sure he held the other drivers gaze; he then swiftly raised up his middle finger and mouthed 'fuck you' before easily switching gears as the light shifted green, engine purring aggressively as the car took off. his gaze can't help to flick over to the speedometer, watching it tick up at least ten over the speed limit in seconds. there was the quick thrill he tended to seek when it came to speed, but then he remembered immediately after that he wasn't alone in his car. his annoyance began to wane, forcing his foot to relax on the gas pedal and flexing his fingers on the steering wheel as he gathered himself. he leant back into the leather of his seats, not looking at daeho just yet as he exhales. "fuck, sorry about that," he apologizes, sounding almost sheepish despite it all, shaking his head as if it could also shake off the way he acted. "assholes like that just irritate the hell out of me. hope the extra speed didn't scare you."
he tries to focus on something else, latching onto the next point of conversation. "hey now," he starts, flicking strands of hair from his vision, the annoyance finally bleeding out of his body and right into the cars engine, replaced with a bit of fondness at the banter. it was comfortable and grounding.
"this ain't about me," he retorts quickly, tone feigning seriousness despite the quirk of his lips. he can see daeho relax in his peripherals and feels a sense of pride that the other man felt comfortable enough to relax like this, even if it's in his car. "this is about you, nerd. i understand fuck all about the tech but i think it would be kind of cool to watch you work on somethin' every once in a while." he did find it fascinating, in a way, how the mechanics of tech worked even though the idea of handling it, himself, bored him to tears. aside, insu actually enjoyed his companionship with daeho, and spending time with him was never a hardship, anyway. "those things come with fucking, uh, instruction manuals and shit, right?"
the ping of the GPS catches his attention, the automated voice calling out to them they they had arrived at their destination. he easily pulls into the lot and pulls into a space, idling the vehicle before turning to daeho and nodding towards the building. "want me to come inside with you? could just stand there all intimidating or somethin'. make sure they don't try to fuck you over again. these bad boys will definitely make them think twice," he tells him, flexing his arms, more playful then serious as he does so. despite that, he gets slightly comfortable. he was prepared to hop out if need be. the ball was in daeho's court.
#lonely boy﹐⸻ & maybe icarus smiled when he felt apollo burn his wings. / @ansonghub
headlock - imogen heap
icarus - tony ann
when the party's over - billie eilish
heavy is the crown - linkin park
self medicate - jeniverse
chasing that feeling - txt
c'est la vie - weathers
outrunning karma - alec benjamin
can you feel my heart - mothica ver.
lovely - billie eilish ft. khalid
🔓 one new base memory unlocked !
he's sure this belongs to his father, a little dusty and unused for years at least, where he guesses it was tossed in favor of other, cooler things. he shakily pops in the cd and closes the discman, hearing some sort of shouting in the background as he sits in the corner of his bedroom. he's not sure why he's anxious, but he fumbles, dropping the headphones at least twice before shoving them over his ears. he presses play on the player and the cd spins and spins and then suddenly the music filters in. he doesn't know what the song is, but it drowns out everything else and he's transported into the song. he feels the tightness of his chest dissipate and he finally relaxes again. music helped. music was safe.
my hiatus ends sat so i'll be around more this weekend to answer any dms and do any replies/starters i owe! if we haven't plot together yet, pls give this a lil heart so i can slide into your messages this weekend to do so or if you wanna jump right into smth i have this rlly dumb starter i did a while back that is open to anyone <3 stay safe, healthy and hydrated everyone ily <3333
——— "hey, no, wait," doyun says, sticking his foot out to keep insu from shutting the door in his face. it wouldn't be the first time it's happened, it certainly won't be the last. doyun's aware he's annoying, he's aware that he's grating on insu's nerves. it's partly the thrill that he causes him to continue to push and prod at insu, and partly because it gives him hilarious situations like this: insu standing there with his little cartoon shorts and his hair sticking up in every cardinal direction while he narrows his eyes at doyun. he'd laugh out loud at the sight if he didn't think insu would actually close the door in his face.
"it's, uh...." doyun starts, his foot still blocking the door from closing as he glances around the hallway for a clock. "i dunno what time it is actually. aren't you usually up by now, though?"
it's early, that much doyun knows. he knew it was early when he was squinting at the sunlight streaming through his curtains, knew it was early when the urge to walk across the hall for help struck him. he'd feel a little bad about it if he wasn't so focused. maybe. maybe not. it is insu after all, and doyun does like annoying him.
leaning into insu's arm so that he can't be pushed out of the doorway, doyun throws on his best puppy dog pout, eyes and all. "please, i need help. i can't get this thing to turn on," he says, holding out the old gameboy in insu's direction. "you're like... the only gaming person i know," he continues, which maybe isn't quite true. he could literally just walk around 8-bit and ask for help and some nerd would probably be overjoyed, but this was just easier and streamlined with his current train of thought. "please?"
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ insu was not typically the most patient person, especially when woken up early in the morning, before he could tell his left from his right. he glares down at doyun, trying to appear intimidating to some degree despite his appearance. doyun was deceptively strong, easily keeping the door open despite the mechanic's own strength to try and shut it on him. the only time doyun seemed to not annoy insu is when he was warming his bed, something that happened infrequently and was always like a hangover the next day he never learned from. doyun was annoying somehow both at the best and worst of times, and right now insu would categorize this as a 'worst'.
"get the hell out of my doorway, you ant," he grumbles, applying more pressure to the door but it still, frustratingly, not budging in movement. he exhales through his nose, eyes rolling up to look at his celling with annoyance when asked about usually waking up around this time. "yeah, when my alarm goes off you shithead. you bangin' on my fucking door this early in the morning is not the wakeup call i need. what the hell do you even want?" he is ready to crawl back into his bed, but he knows that by the time this whole interaction is over he will have to begrudgingly make his coffee and shuffle though his morning routine. insu's about to tell the him to, disrespectfully, fuck off once again when he chances a glance down and sees the weirdly cute expression on doyun's face; he grimaces and immediately puts away that train of thought. "stop that, you weirdly big-eyed freak of nature," he starts, looking at the gameboy in doyun's hand and taking it out of his grasp with less force then intended.
"god, how old is this fuckin' thing?" he grumbles, turning it around once in his hand, curious. he peers to doyun and then back to the gameboy and gives a defeated sigh. he yanks his door open, allowing doyun access to his apartment. "hurry up and get the hell in here before i throw this thing out the window, too." the threat was only half-hearted. he had already thrown the stupid little brick of a phone doyun had been using before he replaced with with something more modern, so if he got annoyed enough, well...
he makes way into the living room, inspecting the gameboy in his hands again. he sees the back and groans. "this thing takes batteries? will it even fuckin' open if i... jesus christ." he makes way to his tool bag to grab a screwdriver and then into his kitchen. despite how aggressive each slam of the drawers sounded as he opened and closed them, insu was, in fact, looking for what he needed. it was just par for the course that he would talk shit the entire time he does so.
he leans over the counter in his kitchen and works on opening the relic of a gaming console with his screwdriver, the device somehow in good condition despite being something insu has only seen while browsing the internet. he passes it off as doyun being a weirdo collector and fumbles around to get the old batteries out. the logo on them look just as dated and he grimaces, tossing them into the trash and replacing them with newer ones that he, thankfully, kept around for emergencies.
he flips up the switch on the side and after a second it lights up, the screen weird colored green, before he sighs and looks over to doyun. "well, somehow it still works. how long have you been holding on to this thing? it's almost as prehistoric as your shitty old phone."
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ as soon as this is asked the princess herself claws her way right onto her throne (his lap). he winces as she makes biscuits on his thighs and then settles in. he makes a sweeping motion over the maine coon's long body almost tiredly, like a exhausted parent. "yeah, one. princess beebee. ruler of my apartment. the little goddamn menace who refuses to eat dry food most of the time and acts like her shit doesn't stink... but i'm the fuckin' one who has to change her shitty little litter box." she meows and he looks at her fondly, eyes full of adoration. "i love her fuzzy ass, i guess."
🍝 — what is/are your favorite food(s)?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "everything and anything," he answers without thought, sure of himself before he backtracks. "wait, reverse. uh, besides shellfish because that shit could probably..." he quickly makes a swiping motion across his throat. "y'know? but i'll eat just about everything, though.. sour stuff is kinda ick for me but nothing else but that is off the table. i'll try anything once."
🖊️ — do you have any tattoos? do you want any or any more tattoos?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "don't have any, sadly. been thinking of getting some ink in the future but i can't think of anything i like enough. those things are permanent, y'know?" he rolls his head to the side as he thinks. "but if i'm gonna get some, i want to get some. i mean a sleeve or a back tat or something cool and badass. a big ass dragon would be cool. maybe a little... "bunny"," he smirks as he says it, though the implications are there for who understood them. "but, yeah. maybe some day. guess i'll do more thinkin' on it, unless you have some suggestions~"
🚗— do you have your driver's license? can you drive or operate any other vehicle besides a car?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "hell yeah i do," he smirks, thinking about his pretty little sports car. she really was his true love, or whatever weird things that came with being a car dude entailed. "have to have one. can't have my baby sitting in the garage all day. she needs to be shown off, y'know?" he considers the second question and then shakes his head. "never really learned but i've always wanted to get a bike. vroom vroom, bitch."
🌴 — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "pretty sure if i touch a plant at this point it will die on contact. just..." he makes a vague motion with his hands that is supposed to mimic a dying plant. "so, answer is no. it looks... interesting, i guess? it's never been my thing. also too much dirt." says the grease monkey. "just get a fake plant or a mini cactus. they don't require any kind of care." a pause then he grimaces as he remembers his pet. "and your stupid ass cat won't try to eat it, either."
🤍 — what are three of your more questionable traits?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "bro," he starts, drawing it out, sounding almost petulant if it wasn't for the grimace on his face. "firstly, there is nothin' questionable about me, what the fuck." liar. "secondly..." he takes pause and casts a glance to the side, truly thinking about it. "i can't think of anything." a slow smirk crawls up onto his lips and he instead goes, "actually, nah. i got three." he starts ticking off reasons from his fingers. "i'm too hot, i'm good in bed, and can kick literally anybody's ass in tekken. there you go."
// from star: because he won't say it due to his pride (but i don't care! expose him!!!) some of his beige flags are: he's dumb as shit. like, not even in a himbo way, just plain stupid; probably doesn't put the toilet seat down after he uses the bathroom; and he can't cook for SHIT. do not allow him to step foot in a kitchen or you will get food poisoning.
🧐 — are you more logical or emotional?
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ this one gave him pause and he shifts uncomfortably in place. there were some things he didn't like to dig deep into, and things that involved introspection was one of them. "...i don't know," he slowly answers, running fingers through his dyed strands as he contemplates. "emotional, i guess? i'm more of a think by your heart not your head kinda person." he was, truly. insu tended to go towards things head first, impulsive, despite how observant he liked to think he was. his feet always tended to move before he realized it. "like, i guess sometimes you gotta put shit into perspective, or whatever, but if my gut and my heart says it's right or wrong i'm gonna trust that, first. 'cause what if i take too long to think and it all just... fucks up?" he doesn't need that... something unsettles him about it though he can't place why. "nah, i'm going to do what i gotta do first. all that thinking shit can be done later."
sorry for so many ooc posts ( pls forgive me! ) but i'm gonna answer some of the ask memes then get right to starters & owed replies. ty everyone for being so patient with me! <3333
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𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.
💭 — what is your MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?
🚗— do you have your driver's license? can you drive or operate any other vehicle besides a car?
🎮 — what are three of your favorite hobbies?
💍— do you have any piercings? do your want any or any more piercings?
🖊️ — do you have any tattoos? do you want any or any more tattoos?
🎻 — do you play any instruments? what is your current skill level?
🩸 — what is your blood type?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.
🎶 — what type of music do you like? do you listen to music very often?
💯 — share three random facts about you that others may not know
💤 — are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are your sleeping habits?
🔱 — can you swim? do you enjoy swimming?
🔶— do you know cpr? do you have any other medical expertise?
🚫 — do you drink and/or smoke? do you do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.
🌈 — what is your sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do you use?
🎄 — what is your favorite holiday?
🐶 — do you have any pets?
🐈 — do you prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?
🐷 — what is your favorite animal?
🌴 — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
❤️ — what do you think are three of your most positive traits?
🤍 — what are three of your more questionable traits?
💔 — what do you think are three of your most negative traits?
💘 — what and/or who do you consider to be the most important to you?
💛 — how many languages do you speak? what language(s) are you learning, if any?
💚— do you prefer being inside or outside?
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒.
🍝— what is/are your favorite food(s)?
🍔— are you good at cooking? are you good at baking? which one do you prefer?
🥯— what do you typically eat in a day? and do you skip any meals?
🍸— what is your favorite alcoholic drink, if you can drink or like to drink?
☕️— what is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage? do you have any preference on how you like to drink it?
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄.
😖— are you an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? do you let people in easily, or are you more reserved?
🤔 — what do you think are some of your quirks or unique mannerisms/traits?
🧐 — are you more logical or emotional?
🤓 — are you more chatty or quiet? are you at ease in social situations, or are you more shy?
🤩 — do you prefer to plan ahead or are you more spontaneous?
😥 — are you more prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for you to keep your cool?
😓 — do you think that you're more open-minded or stubborn?
✽ ✎…dialogue prompts.
send a dialogue prompt for the muse to answer in character! these are intended to be used as the base for a para thread starter.
some prompts include crude language & can be edited slightly to suit the muse(s) they're intended for!
“ You better be careful what you wish for. ”
“ Can you get us out of this mess? ”
“ Come sit down beside me. ”
“ Don’t you raise your voice at me! ”
“ Hey! What’s the hold up? ”
“ Hey, you’re supposed to be asleep. ”
“ I'm growing strangely fond of you. ”
“ I really don’t trust your judgement. ”
“ I didn’t expect to see you here. ”
“ You promised me. ”
“ I have a really bad feeling about this. ”
“ I never, ever want to hear you say that again. ”
“ I think they did it, I just can’t prove it. ”
“ Don't worry, I won’t let you down. ”
“ Being a menace to society is a full time job and I'm dedicated. ”
“ I'm tired of answering that question. ”
“ This has gotten completely out of hand, I'm sorry. ”
“ It's so good to see you smiling again. ”
“ Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't kick your ass. ”
“ I am no longer comedic relief, I am now serious panic. ”
“ Yes, but it's my job to take care of you. ”
“ What is going on? It’s the middle of the night. ”
“ You know that it’s not that easy. ”
“ What? What makes you think I'm being sarcastic? ”
“ Just tell me what you want from me. ”
“ Oh? Got nothing to say? That must be a first for you. ”
“ Can I ask you a... personal question? ”
“ Sorry about the chaos, I needed attention. ”
“ Ugh, I just can't take this anymore! ”
“ Is that a threat or a promise? ”
“ No one asked for your opinion. ”
“ Have you lost your goddamn mind? ”
“ Nothing’s impossible if you’re brave enough. ”
“ It's a little risky, but that's what makes it fun, right? ”
“ I need you to talk less and smile more. ”
“ You know that's not a good excuse. ”
“ I'm going to manifest being happy. ”
“ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”
“ This is getting out of hand! ”
“ There you are! I've been looking all over for you. ”
“ There's no one I trust more than I trust you. ”
“ We can work this out together! ”
“ What other choice do I have? ”
“ Whatever you decide to do, know I'll support you ”
“ Hey, slow down! Where are you off to? ”
“ For legal reasons, that was a joke. ”
“ We have to get out of here! ”
“ Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought. ”
“ I need you to get out of my way. ”
“ You can not be serious. ”
“ You don’t have to be embarrassed. ”
“ God, you make everything so complicated. ”
“ You don’t have to be afraid! ”
“ You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ”
“ You're stronger than I gave you credit for. ”
“ Oh, you're up to something, aren't you? Spit it out. ”
open to: anyone
location: the apartment complex
↪ situation is: he left his door open and his cat is running around the building. chaos is probably gonna ensue.
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ "jesus christ beebee, you don't want to go anywhere any other time. papa's too old to play tag you little furry shit." there is something to be said about one ahn insu, and that is despite being somewhat book smart, he was stupid in every other aspect. what should have been a quick in-and-out of his apartment to grab his wallet turned into what felt like a 4K marathon. he pants and doubles over as he watched the maine coon speed down the stairs with a type of grace that he wishes he could have. his need for speed only worked behind the wheel of a car, not behind a nervous princess of a cat.
he groans loudly and slides down the wall, then slides a bit more until he's laid on the cool tile of the hallway floor. he's not sure which floor he's currently on, lost count after running up and down three flights of stairs and his vision became awfully spotty. no, instead he just lays there pitifully; his lungs were on fire and he reasons maybe he should utilize the buildings gym. he hears footsteps approaching, but he's too tired to even move, so he just... speaks. "i'm not religious or anything but if that is a angel coming my way, a fucking cat savior or whatever, this is my SOS. help me. do you want me to beg? i'll even pay you, just end my suffering."
——— doyun's in a mood. not like, moody and volatile, but where he thinks that it's a good idea to speed-run cleaning his apartment at an ungodly hour of the night until the sun starts to crest over the horizon and bless doyun with it's presence. which really just means he's squinting at the curtains he left open from the day before as the sun streams into his apartment being way too bright for how long he's been working on exorcising the dust bunnies from under his couch in nothing but lamp light. he goes through this every few months, like an insane spring cleaning because he can't seem to sit still. and every time he comes across that old gameboy and just can't get it to turn on.
the idea comes to him in a flurry of others that are nonsensical and follow no logical path while he scrambles up from the floor with the gameboy in hand. the door gets stuck as he tries to open it but with a swift kick to the hinges (for posterity sake, is what doyun tells himself) it swings open as doyun stumbles across the hall and knocks on insu's door. "hey," he says before he even hears movement behind the door. "hey! i know you're awake, i need your help!"
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ insu was one of those people who cherished their beauty sleep. he worked long hours at the auto shop, under hoods and bodies of cars, surrounded by engines and grease. passing out after work was a routine, a sweet, soft luxury as he snuggles further into his bed. so why in God's good goddamn name is this being interrupted suddenly? has he not been a good person? he pays his rent on time. he lives humbly... ish. right? the knocks made him groan and his eyes slip open, the picture of him and those group of weirdly familiar strangers staring back at him on his bedside table. well, apparently not.
the voice is what sets him into motion. he doesn't bother to grab anything to toss on, as he assures himself that he doesn't need to look presentable. it's just doyun; at this point he's seen far more of insu with articles of clothing off then on. no, he grumbles and all but stomps his feet towards his door, fueled by sleepiness induced rage at being woken up at—he quickly tosses a look at the clock on his wall—seven a-fucking-clock in the goddamn morning.
he swings the door open with more force then necessary and levels his harshest glare in doyun's direction. he's probably a sight: no shirt, hair in disarray and sticking up in several directions, and clad in his courage the cowardly dog boxers (they were on sale and they looked funny, fuck you very much). "what the fuck do you want? do you even know what time it is?"
"leave," he hisses, extending his arm out to try and push doyun away from his door. "i'll deal with..." he trails off and waves his hand around in the general direction of doyun's form, a vague motion around all of him, before continuing, "this when i'm more awake and give a fuck." he then tries to close the door on doyun's face.
there's the soft crunch of autumn leaves beneath their feet, the sidewalk leading to the back alley behind the apartment building painted in bright marigolds and rich carmine. the weather has turned colder in the last few days, and the trees have grown barren from the harsh winds that have swept by, leaving their leaves to scatter around the ground in a sea of autumnal aesthetics. it's a picturesque sight, like something out of a magazine she's seen at the checkout line at fresh fields, but danbi finds it a little bittersweet to experience the seasons change. she wants to indulge in the last few weeks of harvest bliss, but knowing that the warm colors coating the ground will soon vanish and be replaced with the cold touch of winter leaves her feeling a little unsettled, worried.
"it's getting colder out, don't you think?" danbi shivers slightly, bracing herself as the breeze picks up, drawing the container of cat food closer to her chest as she walks beside insu. to someone looking from the outside in, the two of them might seem like an odd pair - insu being the embodiment of leather jackets, ripped jeans and the remnants of cigarette smoke and patchouli, while danbi is everything soft and gentle and cream-colored, the personification of warm florals and light, but cozy knits. but truthfully, she's never once considered how the two of them might look when walking side by side. after all, she's only seen insu as insu, never haven taken his outward appearance into consideration. to danbi, insu is someone she likes to spend time with, and someone who she considers kind, generous and has a good heart.
"hopefully the kitties won't be too cold tonight. i'll have to bring them some blankets tomorrow," she continues as the two of them make their way towards some cardboard boxes at the back of the alley, a makeshift home of sorts that her and insu put together besides some food and water bowls. as if on cue, several cats emerge from the boxes and nearby trash cans, all meowing in greeting and curling their tails around her and insu's ankles. the two of them have gotten into such a routine of feeding the stray cats together over the last few weeks that it seemed like the felines have caught on themselves and have now recognized them, making sure to greet the two of them.
"hello everyone," danbi returns their greetings with a smile, soft laugh falling from her lips as she tries not to trip over them to get towards the bowls. "we're here, we're here! no need to push," she says gently, watching the cats crowd one another as they wait for their supper to be poured. danbi undoes the container before she does a quick head count, pausing before she fills up the bowls as she scans over the animals once more. one, two, three . . . she blinks, head tilting, and turns to insu after doing one more count for good measure, concern pulling at her brows. someone seems to be missing, someone who usually is one of the first to be lined up for dinner time. "do you see tux anywhere?"
♦︎ ♦︎ ♦︎ ⸻ insu wonders sometimes how he got here. or, well, he does know, very well, actually. however the details don't matter as much at the moment. the only true thing he notes at the moment is that he wonders when fall was starting to finally pas on by. his foot falls match danbi's in pace, leaves swirling around as they fell off the trees in a array of orange and golds, reminding him that soon it would be cold and still and quiet. he tries to stop focusing on that, now, and instead peers over to the girl beside him as they tread down the sidewalk around the backside of the apartment building.
"yeah, it's about to be freezin' cold starting december. better invest in a good jacket. winters here are cold as fu—sh—hell." he sighed and slowly tossed his head back, looking at the changing leaves as he wonders why he always felt the inclination to appear more put together and "better" in danbi's presence. insu knew how he was, knew how he appeared and what kind of vibe he gave off to others. in most cases, he liked it that way. liked the mask he wore well enough; a part of him needed it to navigate the sea of... everything surrounding him and the confusion he felt. yet when he was like this, walking alongside danbi, he wanted to maybe seem like someone who could be relied on. and that confused him more then anything else.
her shiver gives him pause, and for a few heartbeats insu debates giving her his jacket so she could brave the wind. and yet, still, something keeps him at bay, hesitant. his fingers curl around the lapel of the leather for a beat before ultimately slipping back down to tuck into his pockets, a weird sort of feeling washing over him as he does so. it tended to come around often when in danbi's presence—a desire to look after her, and even wilder so, to protect her. it was as if something tugged at his mind and his heart every time as to why, like there was a reason, like it wanted to remember even if he couldn't.
he focuses on the small flare of anticipation as they draw nearer to the cardboard boxes, unable to stop the small, fond smile at the sight alone. "i'll help you bring them down, if you want," he offers easily as he watches the boxes shift a little bit as their footsteps draw near.
he feels warmed by the sight of the cats that come to greet them, a loud symphony of mewls and meows ringing out like a chorus. he chuckles softly as he watches a few wrap around his ankles, nuzzling his grease stained jeans, big eyes peering up at him and making his chest squeeze. "you guys act like we don't feed you all most all the time, or something," he mutters fondly, slowly squatting down to run his fingers along one of the nearest cat's slightly dirtied fur. he knew later beebee would huff and snuffle when she caught a whiff of another cat on him, but that was a problem for future insu to worry about.
this routine they had managed to fall into was a unexpected one, especially with how vastly different they were comparably to each other. a shared love and innate need to make sure the strays around their building were taken care of brought them together, forming a unlikely friendship that insu is, quietly, grateful for. despite the strange desire to keep danbi safe from harm regularly rearing its head when he least expected it.
and it's that same comfort that has him a bit distracted as she works towards feeding them, too busy trying to utilize both his hands to guide the cats to the bowls already set out for them. he curls his finger gently under one of the cat's chin, a small smile curling his lips upward as he feels the rumbling purr, only pausing his ministrations at her question. tux was missing? it surprised him, too. she was the friendliest one of all the cats that visited, sort of becoming secretly insu's (second) favorite of the cats.
his gaze turns to her for a beat, brows furrowing, then he survey's their surroundings with a keen eye. "shit," he murmurs under his breath, finally standing back up to full height, concern laced in that single curse. "yeah, she's usually here by now." he tried to not let his panic show, as he typically wasn't a worrier, but this was... concerning, even to him. he didn't enjoy the thought of something having possibly happening to the feline.
"do you think she might've gotten lost or something?" he shuffles his feet and watches the other cats maneuver around, still not seeing the cat among them. "let's give them some food real quick and go look for her. she's probably not far." he was hoping, at least. "i've seen some of the cats hang out in this little area down the street. wanna try that first."
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