The Lost World.

park ℐiyeon. 93 liner. part dinosaur. [ ● | ● | ● | ● | ● ]

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i’m it.

So the purpose of this meme is to give a little info on your muses without having to rely on others to fill your ask with meme questions. I know how disappointing it can be to come back to an empty ask so I wanted to create a meme that anyone and everyone can do (mun and muse).

The rules are simple, you do not need to be tagged to fill out the questions, but once you have you must reblog and tag 12 of your followers to spread the love. You can fill it out as many times as your heart desires ( we all know muses can change with their character development. )

Repost, don’t reblog!!

1. What is your favorite word? “Pizza.”

2. What is your least favorite word? “No.”

3. What turns you on? Everything.

4. What turns you off? Nothing.

5. What sound do you love? The sound of the pizza man knocking on the door. Dinosaur noises. Devon moaning.

6. What sound do you hate? Jackson whining.

7. What is your favorite curse word? “Fuck!”

8. What profession other than yours would you like to attempt? I want to dig up dinosaurs...

9. What profession would you not like to do? Everything else.

10. If Heaven exists, what would you like to hear God say when you arrive at the pearly gates? "Hi.”

11. Something that others do not know about you? I have feelings.

12. Sexual Preference? Often.

13. What position do you sleep in? I curl up on my side.

14. What if someone told you…you HAD to lose, just this one time? I don’t lose!

15. Greatest fear? Being alone.

16. If you could leave one thing to be remembered by, what would it be? My dinosaurs.

17. Middle name? ...middle?

tagged by: @jaxonwangz

tagging: @tuansolo

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[unfparkjiyeon]

cute park jiyeon

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"Does this look infected to you?"

Jiyeon’s eyes shifted from their focus on Candy Crush, sliding down to fall upon the scratched arm Devon had extended toward her. The comforter of his bed was tucked up underneath her arms, keeping her both warm and safe from exposing herself in case one of his nosier roommates (namely, Jackson, the only other person aside from herself who would) decided barge into the room unannounced. It took a beat for the words to register, but once they had... she was up in a flash, taking all of the covers with her. “Zombie!” With half of the bedding wrapped hastily around her body, she rushed out into the hallway, leaving his door open and him naked for the world to see. 

It wasn’t until she reached the living room that she realized a few very important facts: first, that the scratch on his arm had, in fact, come from her, a by-product of their now frequent ritual of fucking each other senseless. And second, that she was definitely not a zombie, meaning that there was no way Devon could be one, either-- and that asking was most likely his way of complaining that maybe she’d been just a little too rough. Hearing his curses of her name from down the hall, she meekly shuffled her way back, closing the door behind herself with a smile. “Oops.” 

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Lilo and Stitch {Sentence Starters}

"No more caffeine for you."

"This is my family. I found it, all on my own."

"Oh, you are such a pain!"

"'Ohana' means 'family'. 'Family' means no one gets left behind. Or forgotten."

"You sure it's a dog?"

"You know, you wreck everything you touch."

"I'm sorry I bit you. And pulled your hair. And punched you in the face."

"YOU! You're the cause of all this!"

"Don't leave me, okay?"

"You're just jealous 'cause I'm pretty!"

"Did you catch fire again?"

"Give us a sign you understand any of this."

"She likes your butt and fancy hair."

"Leave my mother out of this!"

"Does this look infected to you?"

"You are so finished when I get in there!"

"I remember everyone that leaves."

"You can never belong."

"Then why don't you sell me and buy a rabbit instead?"

"Oh good! My dog found the chainsaw!"

"Leave me alone to diiiiie."

"I prefer to be called 'Evil Genius'."

"I need someone to be my friend."

"This is your badness level. It's unusually high for someone your size."

"We're a broken family, aren't we?"

"My friends need to be punished."

[chatpardeuse]

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☂ DevYeon

send me ☂ + a ship, and I’ll tell you who;

yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed Devon, definitely. Jiyeon is not a cleanly person at all, which would probably irritate nit-picky neat freaks like Devon. 

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shoppingJiyeon. And she’d probably get physical with her disapproval of him forgetting her cereal. He probably won’t forget again, after that. Probably.

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their roomJiyeon. Messy, messy, messy, messy Jiyeon. 

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’tEither of them, alternately. They probably take turns. Neither of them are capable of keeping their pants on if the other initiates-- although Jiyeon is more likely to do it in public places.

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinnerJiyeon. But it’s usually pizza, so she’s only halfway there to doing something selfless and nice for him.

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversaryBoth. (The lack of self control in this relationship is astounding.) Jiyeon handles it a lot better than Devon- until he starts whining, and she whines about his whining. They end up giving each other a headache, and then someone else has to take care of them.

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regularThis is  something they actually agree on- why not have more? Although Jiyeon still has a bad habit of licking off all of the filling and then leaving the cleaned cookies back in the packaging. Devon is infuriated, for many reasons.

buys $200 worth of baby things after finding out they’re expectingJiyeon. Any reason to spend money is a good reason. Of course, you’d probably have to drop a couple of 0′s on that number...insists that they each get their own popcorn at the cinemaJiyeon. Devon isn’t very good at sharing, so Jiyeon insists they get separate bags so that he doesn’t to eat her half of the popcorn. Because she paid, though, she decides that both bags of popcorn technically belong to her-- so once she’s finished with her own, she casually dips into his. 

[a-crimsonmalice]

send me ☂ + a ship, and I’ll tell you who;

yells at the other for leaving wet towels on the bed

whines when the other forgets what they wanted after going grocery shopping

leaves five half drank bottles of water in their room

initiates a quickie while at somewhere they shouldn’t

surprises the other with their favorite fast food for dinner

is massively hungover after celebrating their anniversary

argues for double stuffed Oreos over regular

buys $200 worth of baby things after finding out they’re expecting

insists that they each get their own popcorn at the cinema

[ex-t-ara]

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[park-minyeon]

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☯

☯: what my muse says to yours after they haven’t spoken for five hours since a fight

‘Home’ had always been something of a foreign concept for Jiyeon, in the sense that there was never a place she’d ever felt wanted. Welcome. Certainly she’d always had a roof over her head- a roof that belong to a large, beautiful villa with a large, beautiful bedroom with a large, beautiful bed and a large, beautiful closet to house her large, beautiful collection of expensive clothing. She’d never wanted for anything in her lifetime– except that one element of ‘home’ that was missing from her own. That feeling of warmth, of family. It was something her actual family home had always lacked, and something she’d craved for most of her life.

She’d wanted it so much she hadn’t even realized that she’d found it when she did. 

The loft felt more like home than anywhere she’d ever been in her life– and just like the home she’d been asked to leave weeks before, it was also now somewhere where she was  no longer welcome.

The backpack on her shoulders felt heavier than usual, stuffed with all of her belongings– she’d even had to leave her blanket behind, although she’d stashed it cleverly in Noah’s room, knowing he wouldn’t throw it away, at least. The weight had slowed her down considerably, and she sank into the plastic seating outside of a convenience store for what felt like the umpteenth time, letting it slide from her shoulders and letting her body double forward to rest her chin against the table. 

She had no idea where she was going. Somewhere, eventually. But right now it was easier to just walk than it was to think. She really didn’t want to think.

However, Jiyeon had also learned that wants and necessities were two separate entities. She sighed when she saw his reflection in the glass in front of her, waiting for the sound of him coming to a halt behind her before speaking. “How did you find me?”

“That? Easy,” Jackson slid into the chair nearest hers, folding his hands in his lap and unable to hide the grin on his face, too proud of the joke he hadn’t even made yet. “I just asked anyone if they’d seen a dinosaur on the loose.”

Her eyes rolled on their own. She didn’t even have to do it for them. “Ha ha.” Still, she pulled down the hood of her jacket, puffing up her cheeks self-consciously. It was pretty conspicuous attire, but she hadn’t realized she didn’t want to be found until she had. 

His lips pulled tight, head rocking back unimpressed. “You’re still mad, huh?” Of course, she had a right to be, he thought. Her anger was a little misdirected, but it definitely wasn’t wrong. “I texted you. A lot.” 

Jiyeon’s eyes flicked over her shoulder to her backpack. “I know. I ignored you. A lot.” She’d heard her phone roaring (literally) with every text she’d received, but she hadn’t stopped to check them– it wasn’t like anything anyone who could possibly be texting her could change much of anything. She’d look at them eventually. Maybe when she was settled with a place to sleep for the night, whether it be the sauna, hotel room or, her old favorite, the playground.

“Rude.” He snorted, amused, letting himself relax more in the chair. It really had been a surprise to show up and not find a single piece of dinosaur paraphernalia anywhere in the loft– not even so much as a dirty Jurassic Park t-shirt in the laundry room. It hadn’t taken him long to put two and two together, to figure out what had happened while he was out trying to organize the thoughts that got so jumbled and tangled every time he stepped over the threshold of his current abode. This little mess was just one stacked on top of several others, and even though they were all his problem to deal with, this one was somewhat different because it was also, indirectly, his fault. “I didn’t mean to tell him. It just kinda slipped out without thinking. I didn’t want to throw you under the bus, okay? I just wanted him to see–” His eyes squeezed shut as the heel of her shoe (thankfully just a pair of Keds) dug itself into the toe of his, and Jackson silently thanked the Old Gods and the New that he’d not chosen to wear the Timbs out today. “I deserved that,” he forced out, pained, drawing his leg toward himself once she’d relented. 

While he nursed his foot, cradling his sneakered show in his hands, she’d kept quiet, letting herself fall forward until her chin yet again rested against the table. 

“He hates me.” She breathed the words, eyes closed but lips pulling into a frown.

Jackson dropped his foot back to the ground heavily, leaning forward and resting his chin on his palm, eyelids drooping with a deep fatigue that took longer than he’d expected to hit him. It’s not surprising she’d blame herself, because Kade had blamed her. “No he doesn’t,” he started, but paused, afraid he might be lying. “Well… maybe he thinks he does,” he corrected himself, arms folding to support his chin as he lowered himself to her level. “But he doesn’t know you to hate you.” 

A heavily made-up eye cracked open to look across the table at him. “Maybe.” It wasn’t entire untrue. She didn’t know Kade to hate him, either, although she supposed they both had their reasons to hate one another well justified in their own minds. “But it doesn’t change how he feels.” 

It pained him to agree. “Yeah. I know.” And it pained him even more to sit himself back up, rubbing his neck and shoulder under the material of his shirt. He hadn’t realized just how exhausted he’d felt when he’d come running after her. Like he could sleep like a sack of bricks for the next week and never wake up except to kiss Emily good morning and good night. His sighs were just as heavy as hers. “Look. Let’s… just get you set up somewhere for tonight, and then we’ll worry about the rest of it tomorrow. Sound good?” He stopped for a reply but only received her turning both eyes on him rather than just one. “I’m not gonna leave you with nowhere to go. No– we’re not.” Devon and Noah definitely wouldn’t like it, either– and Kade, too, if Kade were thinking like Kade and not the Kade he’d become when he was so high and defensive and gone. 

“…you mean it?” Her voice was so cautious it killed him. 

All he could do was smile, laying a heavy hand on her head and mussing up her hair, relieved despite the perturbed look she shot him– just glad to see anything other than that look of utter defeat she’d been sporting since he’d found her. 

“Duh.”

[love-percent]

Though you’re a cutie with more than beauty You’ve got a lot of personality for me

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☏: my muse’s reaction to getting a phone call from the hospital about your muse

Jiyeon groaned and flipped herself to her side, crankily peering an eye open at the phone– her phone– buzzing and vibrating its way along the coffee table beside the couch in the boys’ loft in the most annoying fashion possible. It very nearly dances its way to the edge and falls off before her arm is outstretched, hand open to grab it mid-descent. Pulling it close to her face, she has to squint at the phone number emblazoned on the bright display, eyes too sensitive to the light and too blurry from sleep and lack of contact lenses to read it otherwise. It’s Devon.“Devil,” she growled under her breath, already prepared to do her best to convey her displeasure at having been woken up at… whatever time it was, as she pressed a black-tipped, bejeweled nail against the touchscreen to accept the call, bringing the phone to her ear. “What is it?” 

“Is this… Park Jiyeon?” She frowned. The voice was not Devon’s– unless he’d recently  become a very soft-spoken woman. Shuffling in her spot, she pushed herself to sit up, blankets falling off of her body and pooling at her waist as she answered the woman to the affirmative. “Thank goodness,” the woman on the other end of the line breathed in what sounded like relief, before continuing. “My name is Doctor Kim from St. Mary’s Hospital,” she explained in a soft manner. “We have a patient here by the name of Park Jinyoung–”She tried not to snort at the reveal of what had to be Devon’s Korean name, completely missing the explanation of what had happened to him. “–tried contacting his emergency contacts, but none of them would answer… so we decided to try calling back the last person he had spoken to.” The doctor finished, letting the air hang dead for a moment as Jiyeon processed what was happening. She was getting a call from the hospital about Devon… and no one else had bothered to pick up their phones? She tried not to be furious, choosing worry instead. 

“He’s… okay, right?” She intoned hopefully, biting down on her lip. It wasn’t like she cared about him or anything– she just didn’t want something bad to happen to him, either. Devon could be annoying, but he was still a friend. 

The doctor answered just as quickly as Jiyeon’s answer had been slow, easing some of the tension that had caused her shoulders to draw up uncomfortably. “Of course,” she replied easily, explaining for the second time that he had fallen down and hit his head, needed stitches–which he was currently receiving– and had been checked out for a concussion. “He’s been cleared for discharge once we’re done, but he’ll need someone to come pick him up…”

The conversation had carried on a few minutes longer before the doctor had disconnected, leaving Jiyeon with cheeks puffed in frustration in the dark. She was glad he was okay… a little more than she would’ve thought she’d be; but she was definitely going to find some way to get back at him later for interrupting her beauty sleep. “Time to go rescue Jinyoungie,” she murmured to herself as she rose to change out of her pajamas, idly, as if second nature, texting her family’s chauffeur for a ride.

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