ă â ă â Not true..â She utters his words holding back her chuckle as she watches him resemble a small pouting boy. the sight is one that makes the young half french maiden awe internally. â yet you look like a pouting little precious.â Taunting tone coats her words, her index finger pointing at him as she wiggles it towards his direction.
â and this is why your gentle nature is known. Iâll keep it a secret though.â the sound of a proposal coming up is evident as she sits up; a smile playing on her lips.
â if we can go get some boba. Â Company me to get some boba and iâll develop the rare case of selective memory. Â Iâll forget of the gentle nature.â
The way she teases him makes it difficult to keep his pouting expression which didnât work the way he thought. âNo I donât...look little,â he mutters  before breaking into a laugh, âAh! I give up, you see through me. It must be magic or something. Itâs probably that, huh?â He squints behind his black frames in a playfully suspicious manner.Â
Without much thought, he nods. âDeal! But note, Iâm agreeing to this not because of the possible side effects but because boba is the best. I canât say no, itâs physically impossible for me to do so.âÂ
That means that if you talk to me to establish that we want to ship our muses, or have a particular relationship or type of report between them, I am 1: totally okay with multiple threads of varying length and styles with you and 2: will probably jump around in the supposed âtimelineâ of our muses relationships in order to keep things interesting/ make ask prompts work.
For example, we may be writing an intro thread with our muses, but if you wanna send me a thing for like⊠a first kiss that may happen months down the line (and shipping is what ur up for) go ahead and do it! The way I see it, separate points on a timeline are FUN to RP because then you can look back later and figure out how they connected/ try to work in little details that make them flow together.Â
the robbery at the store had been the most exciting thing to happen in very nearly the history of the business and yoongi had hated every minute of it. thereâs nothing thrilling about having some greasy teenager grab you by the shirt and shove a knife in your face, spitting as he demands all the money in the safe. he remembers thinking it would suck to get stuck in the hospital with a fucked up face to match his fucked up body when a customer knocked the boy off of yoongi.
the days following were a mess of police interviews, recounting what had happened over and over again to one face after the other until yoongi was very well numb to what had happened. some kid barely out of his teens tried to get the money. big deal.
today would hopefully be the end of it until some decided court date, yoongi accompanying a police officer along with the security tapes from the building for a final statement. he was tired and irritated from the whole affair, but he couldnât exactly tell an officer of the law to fuck off now could he? yoongi was waiting outside what he figured was an interview room on his own, having already signed off on the chain of custody paperwork for the tapes.
he was just finishing up sending a long winded text about how miserable he was to a friend when he glanced up and nearly dropped his phone. at first yoongi thought he was hallucinating, itâs a side effect of my meds right? Iâm just overtired. fuck. donât look over here please- please donât be him.
memories of secret smiles, linked fingers and shared breath bombard yoongi as he curls up in the chair of the office ducking his head and trying to steady his breathing. hours spent talking hours doing nothing just with one another. just a simple but special relationship. things built. ignored calls and ignored texts. yoongi put the distance between them he cut him off he never thinks heâll be forgive but he never thought heâd see him again.
for fuckâs sake I thought fox moved back to the states. god, please donât. please donât see me. relationships end but feelings donât.
After a year with his present job, nothing surprised him with respect to his duties. For a long time he was just a simple intern that prepared the coffee for the firm of lawyers and took lunch orders (which he would then go to pick up, of course). Gradually, more duties were assigned to him; not being an actual paralegal like most of the assistants meant there were pesky chores everyone suddenly became too good for. Good thing he wasnât so emotionally invested in this pseudo-career or heâd probably be offended.
Another not so typical typical day for Fox. Today he needed to serve as errand boy deliverer of paperwork. Some of the firmsâ clients had gotten into trouble that needed speedy resolutions. He should walk faster, but didnât.
With a briefcase in one hand and an enormous pile of manilla folders in another, Fox takes a few steps down the hallway before stopping to wait for his coworker that lagged behind and whose voice he heard, âYou dropped your laminate over there!,â she says. âHuh?â He turns to her with a mild expression of borden. Itâs not like these people donât already know me, he thought. âThanks,â he smiles politely as she clips the badge to his shirt pocket.
âIâll take these,â she takes the briefcase before stating, âFor those, just turn them in to the clerk at the office located at the end of the hall past the interview rooms. You canât miss it. Plus, the clerk is expecting them today. I may get held up, some of our clients are being uncooperative despite the effort we are doing to help their cases.â Fox nods politely then asks, âShould I wait for you?â He hoped he didn't have to, vein the assistant tof the assistant for a day was not as exciting as printing packets of papers by the dozen to then make more copies thereafter (copy machines didnât expect him to listen). âYes,â she said matter-of-factly.
These hallways were usually a lot more lively with officers leading innocent until proven guilty individuals to and from interviews, booking, etc. Faces, uniforms, and buzzing of chatter over radios all muddled together into white noise that most of the time Fox doesnât pay attention to. Today there wasnât a lot of those noises to ignore. Taking three steps into the direction of his destination he notices the only other non officer in the sparsely trafficked hallway. The instances of Fox running into people he knew in random places were slim to none; he wasnât that lucky. Lucky?
Fox looks at the male up ahead-- it had to be him; Yoongi. Mixed emotions stir but one overwhelming word predominated, that asshole.
It is one of those things that happen, somehow that explanation has a contrived feeling yet that is how it happened. Fox isnât a native resident to Seoul so he constantly surfs the web for new places to venture into and possibly new people to meetâ or draw, that suffices.
The Clover, after some minor research, seems like the kind of place for him. The club scene didnât rave until the weekendâ that was great but what to do until then? Itâs midweek. Bummer.
Three weeks later, on a wednesday, the young man finds himself sitting at one of the tables, just like he had done last week and the week before that. Like some of the reviews said, the atmosphere at this establishment was a bit more relaxed. The patrons, from what he observed, come to hang out. After tedious and sometime stressful work situations, he needed a space to mellow out without going too crazyâ after all there were still more work days ahead.
He approaches the bar for another drink, after scooping out the surroundings. âExcuse me, may I have a beer? Whatever you have on tab is fine.â
ă â ă Eyes wrinkle from their corners; gifting him with whatâs called âeye-smilesâ as she chuckles at his words. â mino-ah, I hate to the the barer of bad news but itâs out. Everyone already knows of your gentle nature.âÂ
Dramatically clutches his chest as if something hurt internally, his facial expression that of faux pain. âOh, you hurt me with such words. Say itâs not true!â He purses his lips in attempt to form a pout, âSo much for trying to keep that on the down low.â Â Â
Itâs that time to thank all the souls that have made Ianthina develop and blossom to be this precious soul. Like any typist here; we give them life but itâs interactions with other muses that gives them a meaning and a true personality rather than the small bits we gift them with. Iâm happy to say that in the short SIX months or so - this blog has hit 300+ followers. Â Let me tell ya guys something, I honestly didnât think Ian would make it past the first two weeks.Â
ROSE PETALS:
the people that have grown to mean so much to this bubble of pure joy. These are the people that she has grown to love and look after as family. Â and I, as a mun have come to enjoy watching their interactions and loving how Ian is around them.
@blvseblvh @bulsajo @svnwens @lifeinthehive @rvxeira @kjinwn @ezpakon @facvdex @doikim @txethebxe @minoist @hxnbean
PASSION FLOWER:
SOME of the muses that have thankfully approached. Ian adores these precious hoomans and wishes to make their friendship flourish to form deeper bond. Â These are also sweet amazing people with such talented writing that has me ( mun ) crying with feels.
@ehontee @saudaaji @hyohyorp @strstrvck  @webslingvr  @sinism @sedvisant @cvelia @libervsis @pvndra  @doyeeon @ofkitsune @riotingvines @mveraki
SAGE:
Senpais. aka all of you guys following me tbh.. ; ^ ; People that have me ( mun ) wanting to approach but too timid because holy fuck man. Yâall great. Yâall amazing. I sit down low key lurking wondering on how to approach the vast majority of you guys. Mostly because this spazz gets too excited and while sheâs all for harassing everyone- Â I hold her back because I donât want to creep out the bae senpais. Some of the people I hope and deeply wish to one day to interact with. Itâll happen one day ( i hope to god )â when I drop my balls and stop being nervous. looks off.
@gcthigh @mahreui @daphnyx @daymarish @jjonqz @jinvory @kjxngdae @kmvjjvng @inchvate @flightfxcilities @fallenscent @seovlitaire @sanzaki @wckedvnm @lawsking @leeskies @hyejous @aerasthetic @crocodilestreet @clxmxnt @voncher @vonaire @rvlapse @riluuo @oneqonec @ofwiitch @oculvus @newblccd @fluorvte @x5ocm @pchrvii @fromstarlight
and that is just S O M EÂ of the amazing writers I want to approach. honestly. EVERY SINGLE ONEâ WHETHER YOU HAVE BEEN TAGGED OR NOT, YOUâRE ALL PEOPLE I WANT TO INTERACT WITH. Â Every. SINGLE. o n e . of. Y O UÂ are a great pleasure to have on my dash. I thank you ALL for following this blog and watching or taking part of Ianâs development. Â
We treasure and LOVE you all the same, precious beings. Â Thank you again, all of you for helping Ian reach this far in friends and possible friendships and even more. I hope we can continue down this path together and for those that have not yet to be harassed or pester by this odd ball..
âI didnât either,â he answered the male, who clearly was eager to do take this chance and change ones own life. âI started after high school and have been at it ever since.â Yongguk was rather laid back about the whole idea of radio, even television as to him it all was simply entertainment or even simpler moving art that people enjoyed. The new show naturally was something he hadnât done much before either, leaving him rather curious about what would happen and how this evolved. Knowing that what was promised and said on paper was different from what actually happened, the radio host was confident they both could manage.
The eagerness he was greeted with was rather welcomed, leaving him to search for his phone and discuss what else the could do now. âWell I will call my boss and set up a meeting and you should see how you can get out of your job.â Nodding he dialled the number and waited, the line opening rather quickly as the man on the other end probably didnât have time or was expecting someone elses call. Explaining why he was calling the busy male, Yongguk didnât waste time and after only a few minutes everything had been set up leaving the two to discuss things between themselves.
âThe meeting is next week Tuesday after my show. I guess by that time we need to give him a concept of how we want the show to be - I know the guidelines. It will be after school ends for teenagers and mainly focused on the Hallyu Wave - mainly music from said genre and probably from time to time guests. Besides that we have two hours to fill.â
âYouâve been doing this for some time, it seems. What do you like most about your job? Did you always want to do something in communications? Or did you have some other career in mind?â He had been out of school for a couple of years; four jobs in a span of a year none lasting more than three months until his most recent. His curiosity far outweighed any insecurities that he might have been feeling. But when the other mentioned about calling the boss he couldnât hold back the shocked expression, âCall? As in, right now?â
He quickly shuts up so as not to interrupt the otherâs phone call. Meanwhile, he takes out his sketchbook, opening to a blank sheet, to prepare himself for note taking. Everything about this was new and he did not want to forget any vital information and also he wanted the older male to know that he was serious about this offer; when he set his mind to it he gave it his all.
âOh, next week? That seems fast, I donât know why I assumed the process would be longer. But, great! So, Hallyu WaveâŠâ He write the words down to try and trigger the memory. The words are so familiar but he canât quite place the meaning of them. It was irritating sometimes that after living in this country there were many popular culture references that he did not understand right away. âExcuse my ignorance, do you mean k-pop?â He hope so, looking foolish probably wouldnât help his cause. âSo the target audience are teenagers. Besides music, what else have you thought about? Two hours is actually a long of time to fill.â Trying to think about the times heâs listened to radio, he suggests, âI donât know if your radio station does this but how about opening up a conversation with the audience on a certain topic or maybe like a contest. I donât really know.â He chuckles nervously at his sudden rambling.
ă â ă His words make pride swell in the deepest depths of her chest. After all this time, she still had the talent that had her late father fond over. Â Years since his death, she swore never to pick up anything that reminded her of art. That bitter feeling of nostalgia wasnât something she wanted to feel anymore; but tonight. There was no trace of that bitter sweet feeling coursing through her veins. Â While he admired hers, she let her eyes flick over to his.
â Mino..â Her eyes marveled over the creation before basically skipping to where his art was at. â I like yours so much better!â there was a small squeal of admiration and excitement in her voice as she step back to do the same thing he had done to hers.Â
this moment she wanted to savor and it was exactly what she was doing as she snapped pictures of her comradeâs art. his words making her smile softly before looking over at him to stick out her tongue in a childish antic. â  Itâs your fault. I was an innocent maiden before you came along. Youâve unlocked the Pandoraâs box within me and now suffer with the outcomes.â she jest, shoving her phone back into her pocket before she fully gave him her complete and undivided attention.Â
âalright. Come on you hooligan creator. Letâs get us fed.â  with a chuckle, she skips over to him and takes the backpack from his hold, adjusting it over her shoulders.  Her hand motioning him to fall back to the fence they had climb just an hour or so prior  before she skips off. Her body showing the signs of excitement and thrill throughout the way and even so as she climbs over. Her landing still as messy but she manages to land on her feet instead of her bottom.â so what do you want to eat?â Her whisper isnât loud, but enough for him to hear as she awaits for him, swaying innocently from side to side with glee.
He nods in acknowledgement of her compliment, her excited reaction isnât one heâs expecting at all though thankful for nonetheless. It felt good to break out of his routine to do something that reminded him a little of often times forsaken interests. Even more extraordinary that he could have some company for this small adventure, for that was priceless.
âOh, so itâs my fault now? Fair maiden led away by a fool? You know, you could have said no,â he teases, âbut in the end I guess Iâll suffer for my actions. No more opening boxes all willy-nilly without reading the fine print. Learned my lesson.â
Before climbing over the fence, he turns to take one last look at their creations, to take with him the memory of the moment. There was no guarantee that the building would be here next week and something about that gave him a fleeting sensation of nostalgia. Ianâs voice pulls his attention back and over the fence.
âUhâ I donât know. Iâm actually a lot hungrier than I thought I would be. Iâm not completely familiar with all the laws here but back home if we got caught doing this,â he motions with his hand behind them, âweâd probably be charged with a felony. Nothing like the prospects of jail to work up an appetite, huh?â He starts walking in a forward direction without a destination set yet. âMaybe street food? Or a restaurant that is open late? Iâm not too picky.âÂ
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2 : kiss on cheek
ă â ăâ Wait wait!â Laughter emits from her soft red tiers, eyes wrinkling at their corners producing her infamous âeye-smilesâ. Ianthina found herself in a funny predicament. Hands extended out, trying to stop the male before her- whoâs face was currently covered with yellow frosting from the giant cupcake she made for herself.
â Mino-ah, please letâs be reasonable right now.â  Joy glistened her eyes as she watched the male before her take a step closer to her as she pressed herself against the corner of her apartment, still holding in a laugh.  He wasnât going to listen to her pleads. And  Ianthina quickly found herself being trapped  by him making her break out into laughter as her hands diving to tickle sides of the tall male.
Finding her escape path, sheâs quick to take it moving behind the male and jumps on his back. Her arms and legs winding around his tall physique for support. â COUNTER ATTACK!â
Ian lived for this. Playful moments with someone she had grown fond of very quickly. he was a nice break from her chaotic life. Â He was a nice fresh breath of air after a long day of suffocating atmosphere.Â
He had come to her aid when she needed it after a stressful day and now all her worries were gone. Mino was to be thanked for that.  Chuckling, Ian leans over his shoulder to flash him a grin. â I have taken down the giant! my people will celebrate tonight! and soon a statue in my form shall rise to record this victorious day!â Â
Ian had concluded that he, was indeed a nice dosage of sunshine in her life. He had done a lot for her in their short time of knowing each other. Â Mino was a kind soul. A soul that needed to be showed how much she appreciated and cared for him.Â
And without a second thought in mind, the maiden leans in to press a kiss upon his yellow frosting coated cheek. Her soft tiers meet with warmness and sweetness ( coming from the frosting on his cheek) keeping her lips pressed for a few seconds before pulling back. Uncaring for her now yellow coated lips, her arms still around him and legs wrapped around his waist. Her smile never fades
â Youâre the best mino and i hope you know i treasure you, dearly.âÂ
she whispers to him allowing her hold on him to loosen up and soon sheâs off his back standing on her own feet again. Â
âBUT YOU STILL GOT FROSTING ON YOUR FACE.â
Her sudden yell breaks the cute moment. Â ian is back at it- running around her apartment to continue her little antics.
"fine, don't listen to me. but don't say that i didn't warn you."
âYouâre auditioning to be my mother now? Never needed one before,â he huffs in frustration knowing that she was probably right, most likely. However, he wasnât thinking, didnât want to think. Mixture of irritability and lack of proper sleep created a cocktail for recklessness which he wasnât prone to do, not until recently. Â âCâmon, Cori, give me a fucking break. Itâs no big deal.â Or was it?
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âą Personality Flaw(s)
Flaws. He knew he was full of them; not the quirky kind of flaws that some people exploit, some for attention. These flaws he kept hidden to himself especially the ones that revealed too much of himself.
âDo you want a list? Iâll make it short; fickle and a smoker. There are probably more. Why donât you tell me?â
⯠Perfect day
just a perfect day, feed the animals in the zoo then later a movie, too and then home.*
As a child, Fox sometimes wished he could be like most of the other boys and girls from school. Every time anyone asked, âwhere is your mom?â or âis your mom coming to watch you?â he wished he could say âshe is at homeâ or âyeah! she said she wouldnât miss it!â
It wasnât so bad, not until his adoptive mother left. Parents divorced just as he turned eight. Fox knew it was because of him; his first birth mother left so he has to be deficientâ broken in some way.
just a perfect day. problems left alone.
âFox, how do you feel today? Here is some paper and all kinds of crayons, please, draw for me how you are feeling. Can you do that?â
Ms. Garcia is nice, Fox does not want to disappoint her. As the nine year old makes his color choices and begins to draw, his father and the child therapist whisper to one another. A little while later, Ms. Garcia sits in a chair next to the still coloring child. Onlooking at the progress, she asks, âFox, is that you right there?â
âYes.â He continues to color a grey mass that surrounds the representation of himself before picking out a dark blue crayon. Sad. He feels like crying some times. Slightly hesitant at first, Fox starts to draw blue tears that emanate from his eyes and flow into the grey background, darkening it.
just a perfect day. you made me forget myself. I thought I was someone else, someone good.
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đČ Â : Best Friend
âWe donât talk as much as we used to. Ever since I moved to Seoul a lot of things changed. Maybe it was naive to think that some bonds arenât affected by distance. But they are. I should have known. I guess itâs my fault too for moving abruptly. I donât know.â
â„ : Crush
â There are persons of interest, not crushes. I donât do crushes. Crushes leads to feelings and messiness. I donât have time for that.â
â : Dream(s)
âAh, dreams? Some people have things they want to work for, to accomplish in the future. Iâm not one of those people. Dreams donât come true. Just let me be and Iâll get to were Iâm supposed to go, eventually.â He rubs the back of his neck before releasing an exhale; suddenly his shoulders felt heavy with a weight of the truth. His previous words were only half truths. But how can he admit that his dream is the same from when he was a child, to know where he comes from. The origin story.
â : Ideal Partner
âIdeal, ideals. Ideals only exist in art, personified by beings and ideas that canât truly exist. But if I have to choose a trait itâs patience. Someone with a lot of patience. Everything elseâŠsurprise me.âÂ
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