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Hi everyone! We’re back with more sentence starters, after a long time without some. From now on, we’ll be posting them on the main so everyone can easily access them (and so that we admins don’t build up a huge conglomerate of answered memes in our characters’ inboxes) You’ll be able to reblog this meme for seven days starting today, but feel free to continue answering memes after that, if need be. Go wild with them and have fun! (Feel free to use this for sentence starters or drabbles; the most important thing is to get everyone writing. Hopefully it’ll spark some new plot ideas and interactions too!)

As stated in the rules, any sort of meme should be posted/reblogged by somebody on the staff team first, but here we are on the main with these, so reblog away!

Remember to reblog this if you’re interested receiving a meme, and to send some to everyone that reblogs it too! Feel free to skip over this if you’d like too; it’s by no means mandatory to reblog and participate. Most importantly though, have fun!!

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[mixjhope-blog]

OOC

I will get to replies and plots/messages super super soon. I’ve been swamped with stuff around the house and different things and it’s just been super busy... I swear I’ll be back T_T <3 

[midahyes-blog]

honey pot ;; j-hope && dahye

    “Daddy, no! I’m not going on a blind date with one of your clients’ sons. That’s final.” A low groan escaped her lips and echoed through her chest, bringing up the spoon filled with piping hot kimchi stew. Lips blew softly before taking little sips, so as not to burn her tongue or the roof of her mouth. Would have been a bitch to deal with later.

    As her father went on and on with the reasons why it would be best to find a possible marriage mate at her – how did he call it? – her ‘prime time.’ How revolting. Dahye already knew her twenties were the prime time in her life, she didn’t need her decrepit father telling her who to date and marry. Especially since it wasn’t restricted to just anyone with a penis.

    “Seriously? Mom?” Turning her attention towards her mother, Dahye pleaded with her in a kinder, softer voice than when she dealt with her father. “Is there any way that he can not do this while I’m having dinner? He forgets I have long days, too.” Dahye leaned back against her chair, now rubbing her temples, dark brown eyes staring down at the soup placed perfectly in front of her, still sizzling and bubbling. Upon hearing the door ring, the only conclusion that could come from it was that the visitor came in search for her father – and she was right. Throwing her hands in the air as her father walked out of the dining room, Dahye thanked whatever life-force that allowed this to happen.

    After the peaceful dinner she was given to spend with her mother, she said her farewells to go back home. As she passed her father’s study, her eyes caught sight of the door slightly cracked open, ears barely catching any sound of the two people within the room. Straining her eyes, a very cute and handsome young man spoke quietly with her father. Kinda sketchy, although none of this behavior seemed foreign to her as her dad regularly kept his business life private. “Shit–” she cursed under her breath upon noticing them ending their discussion. Dahye hid behind another door, breath hitched in the back of her throat as she wondered who the cutie was, making a note to find out about him. Tonight.

[mixjhope-blog]

It seems like all he’s doing is working nowadays and somehow it doesn’t even annoy him in the slightest anymore. He’s just gotten so used to it that when he was told to gather intel from one of high ranking members of Black Lotus, he didn’t ask questions. He was given an address and he nodded his head and turned around, a hand thrown up as a ‘bye’ as he walked away. 

When he arrived at the man’s house, he rang the doorbell twice before stepping back to wait for the door to be opened. As soon as he was let in it became painfully aware to him that he had interrupted their dinner time but business was business and just as he expected, the man excused himself from the table and led him away into his study. 

“Sorry for interrupting your dinner, sir.” He said, not really meaning it but it seemed like the respectful thing to do so he went along with it. The action only earned him a small fragment of a smile and a wave of the hand for him to keep going and suddenly his own smile-- one of amusement-- appeared on his face. People thought he was an interesting character, a killer and a thief... but still smiling like it was nothing? Something must be wrong with him right? 

“I’m here for information. Boss thinks someone is stealing money from him and you keep track of finances so he sent me here.” He said as he sat back in the chair, ruffling his hair. “Anything you can tell me is fine.” He finished as he looked up from his hands. The first thing he noticed was that the older man had picked up a pen and had begun writing something down. Seconds later a piece of paper was held out to him as he heard the words the other was saying. “Go here. I don’t know much about it but your Boss is right. Ask for the name on the paper and he’ll tell you everything you need to know.” 

He looked down at the paper and then nodded his head before standing up. “Thanks for your help.” He said with a small smirk before he shook the others hand and walked out of the study, leaving the house quickly. He found himself looking up the address on his phone, walking down the street for a couple minutes before arriving at a club. It took him a few seconds to get his shit together and he pulled someone aside. “Namjoon. Where is he?” He asked before he was pointed in the direction of the other. “Thanks.” 

[whoajeon]

bless

[94218]

Hope Smiling | do not edit.

[94218]

wisHOPE | do not edit.

[mixjhope-blog]

Unfinished Work || JH x ZT

✉ Incoming Message...  Sender: Unknown  Received by: J-hope Message: Target ✗ Huang Zitao. Finish him by 6pm tomorrow.

Three. That was the number of this particular job. He had done two prior jobs earlier that day and he was already geared up for another; he had had a feeling it was coming. “Huang Zitao huh...” His laptop is already open, his fingers flying over the keys as he pulls up multiple pages of information on his target. Pictures, records, biographies, places where he frequents, last place he was seen in the last 24 hours; he has it all and he uses that to his advantage. 

35 minutes later he’s packing up his gear, multiple guns, phone, knives (for those rare moments) and he’s putting them into his bag, throwing it over his shoulder before heading out. Zitao worked with the Black Lotus many times before and a fleeting thought had crossed his mind about why he was suddenly on Hobi’s hit list, but he didn’t question it any further. He was getting paid more than usual and that’s all that mattered. He needed that money to live off of. Especially since he was running low this month. 

It didn’t take long to arrive at the place The Dynasty was based out of and as soon as he got there he went through his bag, pulling out three different types of guns. It was always a process choosing which one he wanted to use to get the job done; it was almost like a game. He enjoyed his job. Killing people for money was something he actually liked to do. He picked the perfect gun and set the other two in the bag before he stuck the gun underneath his jacket, to keep it hidden. The goal? Kill Huang Zitao. Would he complete that goal? Unfortunately... No. He wouldn’t. 

As soon as he was inside, he caught sight of Zitao and instead of going through the motions absentmindedly to kill the man, he sat back and observed the older. There was something about him that drew him in and made his job harder than it should have been. 

Suddenly he was crossing the room, taking the other by the arm and pushing him into an empty room. Forcing the other against the wall, gun pressed to his back he whispered in the others ear. “You have a hit out on you and It’s my job to take you out. Problem is I don’t want to. So you’re going to tell me one thing and one thing only. Who is the person most likely to want you dead? Answer my question and don’t ask questions. I won’t answer them.” 

[bts-darkside]

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PASTEL J♡HOPE | do not edit.

[jayhoseok]

“Remember me,                      even if it’s only in a corner and secretly.                                                                                     Don’t let me go.”