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@jesioos-blog
feeling kind of sleepy… not sure what to write as I got nothing but- I really want to. aaa. anyway, I’ll be on aim, so feel free to add me there! @ nem.soo
(also for plotting purposes btw, if you have any ideas or just wish to brainstorm, that’s fine too! I love torturing my muses so--)
prkmcha :
Micha hadn’t drunk in a long time, she needed time to unwind and the stress of work and university was taking a toll on Micha’s tiny body. Her fatigue was getting worse and worse and the addition of alcohol wasn’t doing any good for her body, if the bags under her eyes weren’t a huge giveaway, her constant yawning would be. As she hid from the younger female, she find herself laying on the floor, getting comfortable and suddenly, she was out for the count. Sound asleep, her hair covering most of her face, looking like the girl from the ring. As the female got closer to Micha, the faint sound of her snoring became more and more evident. She wasn’t usually a snorer however when she was drinking she became one.
With a sigh she took a moment to stare at the older woman. To wake her up or to let her sleep? She couldn’t let her sleep there, though. The floor could be comfortable, but no matter how much you drank the night before, you’d always wake up with a sore back. She must have been busy if she fell asleep right then and there. Softly shaking her shoulder, Jisoo tried to wake Micha from her slumber, but instead was met with (even more) snoring. “Unnie.. are you really going to play it like this? Ah.. Fine then.” After trying to assess the situation and figure out how the hell she was going to pick up the girl (though fortunately, she was way smaller than her), she tried to hoist her up on her back first, tugging at her arms. Almost losing her balance, however, she fell back to the wall, almost dropping her. “Ouch. Come on, wake up already! Even just for a little, please--”
feeling kind of sleepy... not sure what to write as I got nothing but- I really want to. aaa. anyway, I’ll be on aim, so feel free to add me there! @ nem.soo
“you just close your eyes and count to ten” / thanks for following!
There’s a slight feeling of hesitancy present, shown in the slowness of her moves before she gives her a nod. She wasn’t sure what the older girl was trying to do - well, play hide and seek obviously - but it just came out of nowhere? She had called her and showed up at her place, though the call only ended two minutes before that. Knowing that, Jisoo figured that Micha was probably already in front of her door. And maybe, just maybe she had given her some extra alcohol... She asked for it, alright. “Unnie..” She started, but the other just ordered her to keep counting. So she did. “8...7...3-2-1, I’m coming!” Quickly finishing, she took a good look around before spotting a head of hair coming from behind the couch. “... You’re not that good at hiding, you know? Ah, unnie, did you drink too much?” When she didn’t answer, she walked over to her. “Are you okay?”
misslanawinters-archive:
please send me one of the following for my muses reaction.
“i remember you.“
“i drunk am not.“
“you left me… you left me on my own with nothing.”
“it’s a god awful small affair.”
“is there life on mars?”
“how soon is now?”
“everybody wants to rule the world.”
“welcome to your life.”
“there’s no turning back.”
“sweet dreams are made of this.”
“who am i to disagree?”
“hold your head up.”
“it’s friday, i’m in love.”
“don’t you want me?”
“if you’re lost, you can look and you will find me.”
“you make my dreams come true.”
“just remember, love is free. but all magic comes with a price.”
“a hero always helps strangers.”
“there she goes again.”
“most people can’t take the pain.”
“we’re all hopeless.”
“ i thought that love was only true in fairytales.“
"word of advice? get a warm coat.”
“you’re really getting on my last nerve.”
“why are you walking like you’ve pissed yourself?”
“i’ve raised a monster.”
“my love for you is stronger than you could imagine.”
“i gave you all a boy/girl could give you.”
“i will wait until the end of the world for you.”
“word of advice, shithead. don’t you ever wake up."
"i don’t think i can walk.”
“i would’ve gone gravy.”
“what are you doing here?”
“should i be worried?”
"count to five and i promise - the fear will fade.“
"i can’t leave you for five minutes without having something broken!”
“i loved you once. i wouldn’t be foolish enough to do it again.”
I wanted to write, but I have to leave tumblr for a while. I’ll actually write tomorrow-- So just add Jisoo on AIM, if you’d like to chat with her, okay? @ nem.soo (just approach however you wish the conversation to continue!)
SOME THINGS:
* I’m still working on Jisoo’s story and will keep expanding this, so please do check up every once in a while if you’re interested/curious. I’m currently writing some examples for Jisoo’s story, including that of her younger sister haunting her and pushing her down a dark path. * I’m up for roleplaying with just about anyone, really, but please-- I prefer to keep things literate unless OOC. * That being said, I’m always up for plotting as well! I actually love having a chance to develop our muses relationship, no matter what road it goes down to. Both mun and muse are of age, so I’m open for violent plots and such as well. * Since I’m finally coming back here after such a long time, I’ve made a new AIM as well (nem.soo), please do add! Both for plotting purposes and literate (albeit shorter) threads. I will consider the threads going on here as sort of.. a private way for our muses to bond. (ps. Feel free to add me even if we haven't interacted before! I'm busy with classes anyway, so I'll mostly be on AIM!) * I will be using icons, sometimes gif icons. You don’t have to do it as well, though. Just write whatever.
RESTART ↺
Will be somewhat revamping, feel free to unfollow- story and everything will remain the same, just edited. And yes, I’ve returned, hello~
How long has it been since she’s felt those keys underneath her fingertips? After the death of her younger sister, she had locked herself in her room and refused to even touch any type of food, let alone any kind of instrument. And so the piano just stood there, gathering dust if it wasn’t for her mother wiping it down every morning. Their place used to be full of laughter and songs, but now one could hear a pin drop. It was quiet, much like Jisoo felt. But she hated it, more than anything. Was it her fault? She probably shouldn’t have distracted the driver like that, all she did was ask something, but still. It was her fault. She got away with a broken arm and a few scratches, but her sister, her dearest sister... Younger in age and mind, she had to pay the ultimate price despite not even having reached puberty. Life surely was cruel and she stopped praying, certain that it wasn’t just life being cruel but God as well. Sure, they’d fight sometimes, but Soojin was only six... They had both just celebrated their birthdays together, only five days apart, and instead of being able to give her the small bracelet that she bought, it now dangled on her wrist instead. Because Soojin was the one who met death in person, not her. It was Soojin who went to heaven and it was Soojin who left without saying a word. Not that she could have, her soul left her body on impact.
Every time she’d try to think back to moments before the crash, all she saw was her sister’s kind smile, the same one that greeted her every morning as she found the little girl on her bed again, jumping up and down as she didn’t even try to avoid stomping on her older sister. Every time she hated that she could remember how Soojin didn’t even scream, because there was no time. She hated how she remembered her sitting quietly when it happened. She absolutely hated it. Because her sister left this world quietly. She didn’t scream, she didn’t even look surprised, she just left. Maybe that was why she felt like she had to sit in silence all day, afraid that if she played even one note, those memories would vanish. Because while she hated them, she treasured them as well.
She barely made a sound when she sat down in front of the object that had no other colors on the surface than black and white, shining and reflecting the ceiling light. Her fingers slid over the keys, putting pressure on it, the sudden music nearly startling her. “Soojin-ah...” She didn’t even continue that sentence, she just played her sister’s favorite song.