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[🌙 ] “damned if you do, damned if you don’t.” no need to say anything else. luna was positive that it would transcend the way it was supposed to. “so far so good, i assume. i mean, i do get those antis in the comment section but i haven’t had a negative article about me trend.” however, luna was certain that such articles existed… they just probably didn’t get any traction and she wasn’t the kind to go out and look for them. luna knew her place and she didn’t really care anyways. at the end of the day her career was her own and she was getting paid. “mm, i hope not. we work too hard to blend in with the background.” as long as they kept it up she knew that failure was not in their cards. no, l:oveless was shoved into the spotlight far too often for people to ignore them. almost every offer that came luna’s way was accepted. as long as it benefited her then why wouldn’t she go with it? even if the money was going in her pocket when people read the interviews they would go look up her group and that helped everyone. “yeah… yeah - you make a good point. i just hope i don’t resort to smoking to keep myself from ripping heads off. seems like the only safe solution for me right now.”
“well, there’s a success there. for the time being, at least.” anti comments were just a part of the game, but once things started trending, a whole new can of worms was opened. once an optimistic person, miyeon quickly learned through her own mistakes that people thrived off negativity and any chance they could get to knock someone down a peg or kick them while they were down. “yeah. your hard work shows,” she nods out of courtesy. she might not have paid much attention now, for her own sake, but she still remembered all the restless nights mina faced as a trainee. as much as she enjoyed the spotlight (or as of late, simply took it as routine), she didn’t think she would be able to handle all the aspects that came with being an idol. “that’s what’ll lead to pack a day smoking. better get yourself a stressball, girl.”
[🌙 ] she didn’t even have to think twice about her statement, homosexuality (although becoming more and more ‘’tolerable’’ with every day that went by) was still pretty taboo. luna was sure it’d improve tenfold when their grandparent’s generation died off. “you’re completely right. but what about secret mega-cunts who can’t make up their mind when it comes to their preferred gender? wouldn’t they just call me greedy for wanting it all?” she was only teasing, making herself laugh at her own lame attempt at lightening this ugly mood. maybe she was a little tipsy. drinking on an empty stomach was seldom a good idea. luna cleared her throat, downing the rest of her drink and crumpling the red cup before tossing it to the side. “bingo. just gotta last one more year… or maybe reach untouchable status before our two year mark.” luna knew that it was absolutely possible. rookies who had just debuted with ten years worth of accomplishments under their belt. l:oveless was a pretty good bit along the way. “no. it’s like three or four a day. i have to go days without them when i can’t sneak a quick smoke.”
“well, i couldn’t make up my mind either, so everyone just decided for me. if i follow it then i’m disgusting, and if i don’t then i’m just faking it for publicity. which i usually am, but i don’t need them to call me on it.” miyeon shrugged, finding relief in the sudden light air that took over what was essentially a whining contest between the two of them. “if they like you, you’re in the clear... if they don’t, you’re a raging dyke that needs to be destroyed. or maybe that’s just punishment reserved for career destroyers.” she let out a bitter snort, folding her arms tighter across her chest in an attempt to keep warmth. still, freezing was far better than the suffocating feeling that came from being inside. why did she think this life was for her anymore? “good luck. doesn’t seem too far off for you all,” she replied, unsure of exactly how true her encouragements were. at one point she had tried to keep up with l:oveless to be supportive, but it eventually became a constant reminder of how she’d lost her best friend to her dreams and how their leader would’ve loved to have miyeon’s head delivered on a stick just for her own sick, twisted joy. “better than a pack a day like some people. if you’re really working on quitting.”
power has been in and out all day. I'll be on tomorrow before work.
When Minhee stepped into the living room, she was expecting to have a nice, relaxing moment with her warm cup of coffee before heading out. Instead, she was met with her heavenly little sister and her ever-so-kind fashion commentary. The elder stood with a hand on her hip, expertly raising a brow in (weak) challenge. “Well, I was going out for lunch with Seojun before the fashion police showed up.” A sip of coffee later, and it burns her tongue but she kept her cool. “I’m sorry for not dressing risque enough for you, miss model, but I happen to appreciate not freezing my ass off when it’s negative insane degrees outside.” She missed summer more than ever, lately, and was sick of winter long before they even went on the ski trip. “Besides, I think I look super cute.”
Miyeon felt a twinge of jealousy at the mention of their childhood friend, though she wasn’t sure what for. Any amount of distance between them was basically her fault, but any thoughts of being left behind didn’t sit well with her. What if people were right, what if they really were trying to get rid of her? “Without me? I’m a brat with abandonment issues, you should expect nothing less.” She laughed it off, or at least tried to. “Hey, I don’t get to pick what I wear, I just do what I’m told. And that’s not what I’m saying, anyway,” she protested, holding a finger up in her own defense. “Yeah, you do look cute-- but you also look kind of like you just took the shower curtain and wrapped it around your waist. I can help with that, you know.”
“What’s so important that you have to go this far?”, he asked the other while putting his chopsticks down. Going to eat with others wasn’t that suprising, the fact that the other had offered to pay was though. “Spill it.” If bribing him was necessary, Sehun already knew he wouldn’t like what would be said but, he left the other with the benefit of the doubt.
“Is any hand extended out of generosity ‘going far’ for you?” Miyeon asked rhetorically. “You’re the high school president, yes? Our president is a little busy at the moment, so I’m here. Just a discussion of what you have in mind for the year and where your limits lie, what aspects you need to confer with us or faculty about and what’s within your free range. Clearing the air, so we can cut down on any miscommunications and errors during the year,” she spoke with ease, waving her hand to prompt the waiter to come and refill their water goblets. The smile on her face was one of politeness, deciding to wait until any further slip ups to call him on speaking out of line to his elder and superior. “I figured I wouldn’t receive any protests if I fed you as well. Let me know what you think of the food, by the way. The chefs are planning a new menu and this is a preview of it. My family’s tastes might not match the general public, so any commentary would be great for them.”
[🌙 ] “it’s all the same.” luna had heard all about her although she tried not to pay the model any attention. if she was asked she wouldn’t deny it… luna was terrified of ending up in the same position as her. losing it all (most of it?) over some stupid crap. she chuckled, finding the thought absolutely hilarious. “mm, not really. my image might be doing pretty well right now but people happen to think that my lack of smiling is because i’m secretly a mega-cunt.” she sputtered momentarily as she tried to exhale, absentmindedly swallowing the smoke. thank god she had a drink with her. luna bought herself a few seconds of recovery, gulping down a third of what was left of her liquor on liquor concoction. “although they’re not wrong but it’s in my best interest if i keep up the good girl act.” she dropped the butt onto the ground, smothering what was left with the toe of her high heel. “i want to relieve stress, not be a douchebag. i’ll stick with my cigarettes. i’ve cut myself down to like fourteen a week which is an amazing feat, even if i’m a mess in between each one.”
miyeon shrugged, in no position to really try and fight the comparison despite how much she disagreed. their circumstances weren’t all the same in her eyes, but maybe she was clouded by the rut of woe-is-me that she’d found herself in since. “secret mega-cunts tend to do better than blasphemous lesbian whores. you can pass it off as a twisted since of humor and someone’ll still adore you for it. taeyeon’s still got her lackeys,” she chuckled, leaning her body up against the cold brick structure as she eyed the girl. sure, she’d heard some things-- but still, none of that met up to luna in the flesh. “make it past the rookie stage and you’re untouchable, right?” or so she’d heard, but it wasn’t as if she was going out of her way to converse with idols these days. “fourteen a week is good. like, two a day average, yeah? that isn’t bad, better effort than none.”
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“You’re not really going to leave wearing that, are you?” Minhee should have known better than to think she’d be able to leave the house without hearing some sort of commentary from her sister. Miyeon’s bits of upbeat nature that used to be common for her were fleeting, but the moment was there for her now and she didn’t want to waste it lying around in bed all day. Granted, that sense of productivity had mostly fizzled out by the time she neatened herself up and made it to the living room, but as Minhee would probably point out, she was still trying. “Where are you going, anyway? Do you plan on joining a monastery, by any chance?”
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ஐ~ Miyeon had every right to feel the way she did and say whatever it was that she felt was right but that didn’t mean that Adrienne did not get hurt over the remark. Despite all her efforts, it was blatantly obvious that things were never going to be the same between them. What’s done is done and it would be foolish to try and force things to be as they were before. She doubted that telling Miyeon that she cared very little for the social hierarchy in place in their school would do anything to win her friendship back because Ari did care for it even though it was only a small concern compared to how much other’s valued it. Obviously, changing the subject was the best option for them right now and so that was what she did. “That’s settled then, I’ll change our schedules when we get to the spa.” Then, right on cue, they stop in front of the elevator waiting to lead them up to the spa center. “Let’s go.”
Their conversations only went around in circles, and at this point she was certain that they were both tired of it. The chances of them seeing eye to eye were slim, Miyeon was always going to think that Adrienne was just reaching out to her out of overdue guilt and pity, and Adrienne probably thought that she was overdefensive and guarded for no reason. Despite her attempts to shoo her off, the Ruler only came back with nothing but kindness, giving her no choice but to accept the gestures until the hopeful day when Adrienne would wisen up and leave her alone like everyone else had. “Thank you for doing this,” she replied, doing her best to not spend their entire time in silence, even if it would do the trick to put an end to this back and forth. No matter how much she wanted to be left alone, she didn’t want to put more of a strain on Adrienne than she deserved. She didn’t have to go out of her way to do this, and Miyeon was able to recognize that. “I need the chance to get out more often.”
With a small smile etched into her face, Mina did her best to seem relaxed. The tension in the air was enough to choke her, but she didn’t want the other to see that. She wanted them to have a nice, friendly conversation. She wanted to hang out with her best friend again without the nagging thought that Miyeon was uncomfortable. “Of course I was! We can’t just not celebrate your birthday,” her voice was completely sincere, hoping that her friend would recognize it. “Did you like it? I was worried that it wasn’t exactly your style or something, but I had to get it as soon as I saw it.”
It was odd, everyone else was more excited for her birthday than she was. The big 21, an occasion Miyeon would normally be bouncing off the walls about for weeks, yet all she did was get her manager to make an instagram post, work, and sleep. “You’re one of the only ones thinking that,” she muttered, fiddling around with the dog leash to distract herself. Without much thought behind it, she wrapped the pink leather tightly around her hand, waiting for the numbing sensation to come about before letting go, eyes downcast the entire time. It was hard to think that Mina could ever have horrible intentions, but her mind was willing to jump through hoops to believe it. “Yeah, I liked it. I just haven’t gotten the chance to wear it yet. I’ll try to soon.”
The moment food was offered to her, Mirasol began to pick through it. She wasn’t opposed to eating after the other girl; they had done much more intimate things in the past. Bringing a bite to her lips, she offered the other a grin, “Thanks, babe.” There was a pause as she thoughtfully chewed the food, savoring the flavor and hoping that it would help settle her stomach. “What? This place doesn’t have cabs? We can call a car or something, right? If not, it’s a spa day.”
Of course. Though her expression was neutral, inside Miyeon was beating herself up for her blunder, despite how minor it was. She could easily get a driver their was with the press of one button, but her desperation for solitude and staying inside lead to that fact leavign her mind. “Well, yeah... I didn’t know if that’s what you wanted to do. We can do that, then,” she answered, nodding slowly as she avoided eye contact for a brief moment. Why they couldn’t stay inside was beyond her, considering it was what they did all the time, but she wasn’t going to fight Mirasol’s requests or orders. Spa day after spa day was starting to dull her interest, anyway. “I don’t know where to go around here.. I still think Seoul has better options. Was there anywhere specific you had wanted to check out?”
Since Chanso had arrived he had noticed that there were rules at the resort. Some of them seemed to be a little too excessive for him, they didn’t hurt anyone so shouldn’t of been a problem. He knew they were there for a reason though. Late at night was when the boy usually went for a walk, to clear his head most of the time. Today was no exception. However he noticed someone who had hadn’t seen the previous nights, maybe he had missed them all the other times? Upon close inspection they seemed to be holding something, something that shouldn’t of been there. Walking closer he heard the stranger speak, sounding rather pleaful. Chanso wasn’t the type of person to rat on someone, well, it depended on the context really. This time he wouldn’t. Shaking his head he looked towards the dog in her hands, ‘’I didn’t think dogs were allowed here?’’ he asked, just trying to clarify something he wasn’t so sure on. ‘’Don’t worry though, I’m not gonna tell anyone. If anything I just wanted to come say hello to the little guy, gal.’’
The younger male didn’t appear to be a threat, even after assuring her that he wouldn’t say a word, but she still couldn’t help but be nervous. All the planning that she’d thought went so well only went to waste, and she’d have to start over from the beginning, ensuring that she wouldn’t get caught. Of course she’d expected this to a degree, but foolish optimism had gotten under her skin lately. “I couldn’t leave her at home. She’s a rescue dog, she’ll freak out without me there and she’ll freak out with someone else.” There was no real need for her to explain herself, not to someone who didn’t seems quite interested in what she was doing, but it was almost instinct for her to rush to self defense-- either that or avoidance, but there was very little she could do for that to even be a good idea. “Gal. She’s Ciccia,” the brunette answered, gradually lowering herself down to her knees to let the dog go running free fro her grip. As expected, the pug didn’t go far from her owner, leaning against Miyeon’s leg to gather what warmth the padded doggy coat didn’t provide. “She’s nice, I promise. Just a little nervous, but that’s all. As far as I’m aware, she doesn’t bite.”
since i need to disclose all my personal information now
i. regarding my availability, all over the place replies, “ignoring” people.
i am a baker at a bakery. therefore, i have to wake up for work at 2 am- if you see me on the dash late at night, that’s why. i happened to have the time and muse for a reply. i go to work at 4 am, and i can come home anywhere from noon to 6pm depending on the season and how busy we are. i work from tuesday-friday. on friday, i work two shifts, with the second one ending on saturday morning. i pull anywhere from 40-60 hours a WEEK, depending on the season and how busy we are. because of my erratic hours, i have developed a sleep disorder, which in turn has led to memory loss problems. i’ve always had memory problems as a child, but it’s definitely worsened since.
the head baker is permanently injured, so now i’m the head baker and the only baker. i am doing two people’s jobs. i am pulling extra hours and extra shifts to make up for the lack of staff. it’s why i’m on a semi-hiatus, which i actually need to extend, because i have no idea when things will pick back up and get busy again. i have no idea when we’ll get another baker.
if you know me at all, you’ll know that this sleep disorder and memory loss affects me all the time. if you’re ever in a chat with me, it’s very likely that you’ll get the “sorry, i fell asleep” message at any. hour. of. the day. i have fallen asleep standing upright before. i can fall asleep in the middle of typing this. i’ve done this before. you might also have many conversations where you’ve told me something, and i completely don’t remember it. you might also have many conversations where i’m freaking out to you, because i don’t know if something actually happened and i just don’t remember it, or if it was a dream. again, you can ask anyone about it and they’ll tell you.
so basically, the fact that i’m a head admin with 4 characters is pretty damn amazing. so if i don’t get to your message in a while, there’s a few answers to this:
1. i’m at work. 2. i’m asleep. 3. i’m literally too exhausted, either physically or mentally, to reply. 4. i read it, formulated a response in my head, got distracted and never typed it. we all do it with text messages, don’t deny it. 5. worst case scenario, one of those situations where i cannot tell if i did it and forgot or if i just dreamed that i did it yet never did.
if this happens, you ALWAYS can just message me again. as long as you’re not rude about it, i promise you’re not bugging me. i’m well aware that my memory is shit, and i appreciate any reminders that i’m able to get.
i’m not ashamed of any of this. it’s just not anyone’s business.
ii. regarding my alias change.
yes, i was admin khi last run around. i never denied this or hid this? especially considering i’m playing the same characters? if someone wants to go by a new alias that’s entirely their business and no one else’s. i go by liz now because googling my first name brings up personal information about me and photos of me. like, i’m sorry that i don’t want some tumblr hooligan to get mad and show up on my doorstep ready to throw down because i don’t ship what they ship. or idk, people get pretty wild these days over silly shit. it is that easy these days to find EVERY BIT of information about someone if you have the right pieces to start with, a full name, whatever state they may live in, a relative’s name-- and since i’m literally the only person in the world with my name, that’s all you need. so yes, i go by liz online now. those that have known me for long before that can still call me by my birth name, because i trust them to not sell out my private information for bitcoins or whatever it is the tumblr kids do these days.
no one’s business, but there you go. don’t treat changing an alias like a crime, if i decide i want to go by princess next week you just gotta call me princess like liz never happened.
iii. regarding the elephant in the room.
at the end of the day, i am member of this group as well, and i will not take being disrespected and talked down upon with no reason. just because i’m an admin doesn’t mean that i have to put up with things that we would take action on for other members. admins are members of their group just like you are, and that’s something that i think a lot of people need to realize. yes, there are horrible admins out there that will take advantage of their position and use it to control things how they like, but that’s a small percentage and the rest of us admins still have feelings.
i welcomed bea upon acceptance and offered to plot, because yes, i do want to plot with new members. eventually i direct her to my plots page and let her know that if she wants to make any tweaks to my plots to make them fit better, then i’m willing to listen. now, if you’re not one for forced plots, why look at someone’s plots page? isn’t that a bit of a waste of time, if you prefer to brainstorm? it doesn’t make sense to take a plot about toxic exes and ‘tweak’ it into something about druggies expelled from school and blackmail. i said that, because i didn’t understand the point of going through all that when we could’ve just brainstormed from the start and proposed that idea in the first place. it would’ve saved us an extra step and i’m a sucker for time efficiency. y’know, baker and all. (screenshots provided: one - ten, eleven, twelve, thirteen)
this all came off as passive aggressive to me. i was not ‘personally attacked’, i just didn’t understand the logic behind mentioning a plot only to say that it doesn’t work and you want to do something completely opposite. just mention what you want to do to begin with? it would be absolutely ridiculous of me to ask someone to change their character that they worked hard on just so they can fit my plot. if none of the plots on my page fit, it’s not the end of the world, i’m always open to doing something else. and no, i did not feel that my plots were inferior-- i’m obviously confident in my plots since i have them posted. don’t appreciate words being put in my mouth to make me look oversensitive/irrational when i just wasn’t understanding her logic. so she apologized, and proposed another plot. (screenshots provided: fourteen, fifteen, sixteen)
as i mentioned before, i work a double on friday night. she sent her message at 6 pm, a good thirty minutes into my second shift. i didn’t get off work until 4am the next day. i was awake for well over 24 hours. i was in no way, shape or form coherent. this is the part where i start to mix hyperrealistic dreams (because i’m THAT boring of a person) into reality. i stayed up for a bit until 6am, so anywhere in between that i could’ve actually replied to her message. turns out i didn’t. this happens sometimes, and a quick “hey, have you gotten the chance to read over it?” would have sufficed and proven me wrong. i carried on doing threads for the events, because sometimes it’s easier to mindlessly do replies than to try and think up a plot. sometimes people reserve specific days to answering ims. sometimes people just aren’t in the mood to answer their ims. sometimes people click on the im to answer at another time and forget to. i literally just had someone im me back a week later, despite being on the dash and doing replies. people have lives outside of their rp accounts. you cannot hold them to reply to your im instantly. also, i have three other character accounts that i was on over the duration of the weekend. miyeon’s account was on the backburner, since i was more on sage’s account. and i’d also like to note that over the weekend, i think i slept a total of about 6 hours through saturday-monday.
next came the thread. now i’d like to make clear that i have no issues with doing negative threads. for christ’s sake, i play yenni, and i drag miyeon on about half my characters on a near daily basis. it makes sense for a rich asshole to talk down to her, since she was demoted from royalty, but it’s obvious that’s not what jihun was doing. the thread wasn’t making much sense, i was tired of doing it since i did not want any negative threads for her during this trip, and jihun said his last words and was walking away so i ended the thread. logically. i dunno about you, but none of my characters are about to tell someone to stick around and fire off insults while they don’t even say anything back. negative threads are all cool if it’ll lead to some sort of character/relationship development, and that wasn’t what this was.
and then the gossip blog anons. i’m not sure why this has to be emphasized, but the opinions on the gossip blog does not match the opinions of who runs it. the gossip blog doesn’t like anybody. that’s the point. if being blasted on the gossip blog is that discouraging to you, then please, you can definitely message the blog about not being mentioned on it! it’s not a requirement, it’s just a chance to bring some attention to your character. for example, yes, the gossip blog rags on minchan a lot. i have no issue with minchan, or minchan’s mun-- actually, i’m so glad that adri is one of the few people to actually do something with the rumors that have been posted. that’s the whole point of them! take the negative words and use it to do something new with your character.
yes, the gossip blog answered an anon about jihun negatively. the gossip blog answered about miyeon negatively too, so. again, that’s what the gossip blog does. bea then reblogs the post in character, making a comment about miyeon putting an ‘.end’ to the conversation-- hm, like i tagged my final post with ‘.end’? ( screenshots provided: seventeen and eighteen) it doesn’t really matter whether she/jihun sent the anon or not, the gossip blog is antagonistic. broken record, that’s the point. at this point, most admins would have kicked a member out for doing this since it’s an obvious ooc jab. we did not, because i wanted to give her the chance to resolve things and give an explanation. i planned on messaging her the next day after i got off work, but she beat me to it and messaged me later that night. (screenshots provided: nineteen - twenty eight. bottom portion cut off from twenty eight says “For the sake of forgiving and forgetting, let’s start fresh tomorrow! Have a good night! :)”. this will be shown in the next set of screenshots.)
at this point, i thought we were alright. we both explained our sides and it seemed like we’d come to an agreement of sorts about what happened. i went to bed for work and allowed myself some time to think about it before replying once i got home. how i see it is, i disagree with her and she makes me feel bad about it, whether she intended to or not. intention doesn’t change what happened. just because you didn’t intend to step on someone’s foot doesn’t change the fact that it happened and should probably apologize. i also see that if i take too long to reply to her, she’ll put ooc frustrations into a post that’s supposed to be ic. i don’t want to be on eggshells over roleplay. so i expressed this to her, hoping for that to be the conclusion to this. we would stay our separate ways in the group, my characters wouldn’t have threads with her, and that would be that. (screenshots provided: twenty nine as a continuation of twenty eight, thirty. it’s two screenshots spliced together after the fact, so “with something that i” isn’t entirely visible.)
like i said, if she’d just said okay, or even said nothing at all, this would be done with and she would still be in the group. it’s what she said in response that has led to alex and kat deciding the best option was to remove her from the group, and it is, conveniently, the screenshot that she decided to leave out. (screenshots provided: thirty one and thirty two)
at this point i disengaged, because i haven’t had time in my life for shenanigans since 1995 and i don’t plan on changing that anytime soon. this message reeked of passive aggressiveness, or just straight up aggression. It is not ‘besides the point’ what i have-- what i have is something that i did not have to disclose to her, but i did because it was the honest answer to her concern. she turned around and shoved it in my face. i never said that i didn’t acknowledge her apology. i acknowledged that we had reached an understanding, or at least i thought that we had. just because you apologize, doesn’t mean that someone has to forgive you, or that the situation never happened. you still stepped on that person’s foot and their foot still hurts. if they don’t want you to walk by them now, then so be it. don’t make it out like it’s their fault for having big feet when they can’t control that.
everything from our previous conversation did come across, and i reached the conclusion that i still wasn’t comfortable, which is totally within my right. if i happen to take a thread on yenni too far and someone doesn’t want to interact with her anymore, then that’s what it is, and if they let me know i won’t reply to them with yenni anymore. sunnie can be triggering to those that are uncomfortable with mentions of eating disorders. if someone doesn’t want a thread with her, all they have to do is let me know and i’ll never reply with her. miyeon can be triggering to sexual assault survivors, though i try my hardest not to have that mentioned due to its sensitivity. if someone isn’t comfortable with a thread with her, then so be it, i won’t reply with her. if someone doesn’t feel comfortable with rping with me because they think i’m a jackass, then that’s what it is. they can say that, and i won’t reply to them, ever. i don’t want someone to purposefully make me uncomfortable so i won’t do it to them. golden rule we’ve learned in kindergarten. and i shouldn’t even have to mention how hoping that someone with a disorder/disability/what have you will “get better someday” has negative connotations. some things cannot be fixed. some things cannot get better. someone can only learn to live with it the best that they can. and adding a smiley face? only adds to the previous passive aggressiveness.
i could already see that this conversation would only go downhill from there, so as a member, and as we would like our members to do in similar circumstances, i went to the admins regarding the issue. as the rules say, if you are unable to handle your matters peacefully, then go to the admins about it. admins alex and kat decided for themselves what to do. i had nothing to do with any of it, because my personal bias in it requires me to step down from the situation as an admin. i was asleep for the whole ordeal and only became aware of it, and bea’s post, when i woke up for work. obviously i didn’t have the time before work to write this novel, so i’m doing it now.
if bea felt that she’d been wronged, she didn’t prove her side that well by bringing something private to the attention of members of the group by posting and tagging them in it, and of complete strangers by posting it in the krp tag. she disrespected a member of the group, not just an admin, more than once, and for that she was removed from the rp. i never once spoke to her disrespectfully, so there was no reason to do that in return. i don’t want people to feel that they cannot disagree with me or any of the other admins, since that’s certainly not the case, but if you turn someone’s mental disorders or disabilities onto them in a negative fashion, we’ll strike down with the wrath of every god and have you removed from the rp before you can even blink.
that’s all there is to this. if someone has any questions, they’re welcome to talk to me personally, or alex and kat about it.
it’s more like he’d rather not show unnecessary pain that he could easily hide and not make a fuss of when he repositions himself on the couch. so maybe he’s not doing the best job at hiding half assed glares at himself and whispered ‘shit’s’ under his breath but sue him. “uh huh, hydrate. i should probably do that,” he agrees with her yet doesn’t really do what she recommends he does. maybe when he bothers to stand up he’ll try go for it. her sarcastic tone does leave a ringing in his mind even though by then he can’t be bothered to reply. “oblivious, no. cautious, yes. you never know, the people who are most known can also be the dangerous. similarly, it can be vice versa as well.” he shoots her a polite smile. “no offence, i’m not trying to point you out as.. dangerous.”
“unless you want the headache to pop back in once the medicine wears off.” wasted breath as always, but miyeon figures it’s not the end of the world to reiterate. laziness trumping health and comfort is a stupid thing to do, anyway. she nods slowly as she listens in-- outwardly feigning understanding, inwardly calling bullshit. cautious or not, fame is fame, and when she’s out doing promotions for a popular male styling product line, there’s no way he doesn’t know of her. but if royalty needs to grasp at every possible strand to try and believe some sort of standing over her, or even the rest of the student body for that matter, she won’t crash their world down just yet. “of course not. but i imagine being cautious of someone requires you to at least have some sort of familiarity with who they are.” but that’s beyond the point. how does someone go through years of schooling in such a self absorbed bubble and even manage to pass? “not life details, just familiarity. you see them about every day.”
Mirasol tuned in to the other’s words without actually paying much attention, hiding behind a dark pair of shades and a childish pout. Despite her pathetic expression, her company didn’t seem sympathetic, which elicited a small whine. She didn’t want to go back up to her room. She wanted to enjoy the rest of her trip with someone that gave her endless entertainment. With a huff, she picked up the pill bottle, throwing a few back without so much as a sip of water. “I’ll be fine. I just need to sit here for a few more minutes. Eat some breakfast or something,” the rebel muttered, pulling away her shades and giving up with her act. “And then we can go shopping, yeah?”
Though she was being a minor pain in the ass with the pouting, Miyeon still couldn’t help but admire the rebel, sunglasses and disheveled appearance and all. Whatever the reasoning was, she was one of the few people that didn’t treat her much different despite it all, and for that she was willing to fake herself as much as she could to keep that from changing. “Take it,” She offered with a shrug, sliding the plate in Mirasol’s direction. It was safe to say they were at a point of comfort where eating off each other’s food wasn’t a problem. “I thought you didn’t drive? There isn’t anything really shopping related around here unless we head out.”
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The only people walking around at this hour were drunks and people too exhausted to give Miyeon half a glance. As odd as it sounded, it worked perfectly for her, since who would really believe someone’s drunk rambling about seeing a dog on a ski resort? For the past few nights it worked just fine for her, going in and out of the cold in less than thirty minutes without a word from anyone that passed by. But, just like with the common trend in her life, all good things came to an end, this time as the sound of footsteps came closer in her direction, looking her way. Visibly startled, she stood upright, cradling the dog in her arms as if that alone would be enough to hide the sight entirely. “You’re not going to tell anyone.” In her head, it sounded like a demand, but once the words left her mouth it sounded more like a plea.