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Hello everyone! I see the event and I am super pumped for it. Anyway, if you are interesting on having a thread with this positive and loving kid, hit this post a like and I will fly to your IM with a great pick up line.

#( — meet the mun ! )

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Your ability consists of reading other people?

Do you like the encouragement messages I leave?

Should I stop leaving you messages?

Why you don’t understand that I won’t tolerate you breaking the rules?

Why you can’t make sense why I won’t use my powers to benefit you?

Why can’t you find a better place to drink that is not in here?

Is there something that amuses you on the library that I don’t know of?

Can I get peace for one day without having to kick you out for the last time?

How do you know about my photography profession?

Why do you question everything?

Do you like disrupting peace naturally?

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#( ― visual ! )

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What happened to you?

Why did you join the tournament?

How did it felt winning the tournament?

Did you enjoy killing all the participants?

How does it feel to among the champions?

Do they share your thinking about politics?

Have you ever regretted your actions?

Have you ever thought about your past?

What would other people in your life would have said to you when you won?

#phxrime #( ― response sent ! )

Send ⁇⁇ and my muse will blurt out any and all questions they've always wanted to ask yours.

#( — let the game run ! )

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♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

It was one of those rare occasions where Son Naeun was freed from her schedule. Therefore, it was also one of those days where she decided to grip on her device and shove through all her contact list. Her hues glimmering as each name that was hold dearly on her heart passed through, her mind trailing all the social gatherings she had. From lunches that lasted for minutes towards parties that held her down for hours. As each name passed through, her tiers frowning once the list reached its end and there wasn’t anyone whom she particularly seem to forget. Yet, as she scrolled upwards, Naeun’s features brightened once the name of an individual was found. One whom she loved dearly, where she found herself lingering with nostalgia and regret on finding her once again. Again on this island that were gathered those souls whom were robbed from their humanity. As her index finger pressed on her name, prayers counting on her fingers as she hoped that the other wasn’t bustling through her cafe was she usually was. Each mantra growing louder within each syllable before stopping on the midriff as the other answered. With dulcet words exchanged alongside the resounding laughter, it was set that Amber would join her on a relaxing day that consisted on sweet tunes and chatters that were lost.

Once seeing the figure of the other did Naeun found her ecstasy unbeatable and reached to embrace her. The warmth that solely belonged to amber was present and it moved through. As her fingers clasped before she stood up, Naeun searching for the blankets and pillows that were awaiting from them. The suggestion haven’t to be said before the construction started. The blankets pulled within each other, forming the silhouette of a fort. The pillows scattered on the floors, where her pristine carpet couldn’t be seen. With satisfaction running deep did Naeun and Amber ventured towards their new formed safe haven.

Her position placed as her arms soared upwards to make her come beside her as the overdue cuddle sensation started. Yet, Naeun’s curiosity reached it’s peak once both women were resting among the melodies playing on the background. Her hues darted towards the other, smile playing among her lips.

“So, Amber. Tell me about how is your life. Have anything new going on work? Been dating?” The last question coming with a tone of playfulness, her eyebrows wiggling on a suggestive manner as her ivories clenched against the tip of her tongue to suppress her laughter.

#phxamber #( ― response sent ! )

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Chanyeol was happy to see that he did not scare the woman too bad with his sudden approach from behind. Now that he thought about it, if anyone had done that to them, he would have assumed that he was being attacked. Poor soul, if anyone ever done that to him they probably would have been on the ground with a twisted arm, possibly even a dislocated shoulder. ‘Yeah this wasn’t your brightest ideas Park Chanyeol’ he thought to himself. He was very lucky to come across a trusting woman, which also worried him because what if someone without good intentions approached this woman? Now he was growing worried for the safety of the strange photographer who didn’t seem to realize what sort of danger lied in the void zones.

“It’s no problem really, but you should be more careful in a place like this. Not everyone is as nice as I am.” He said with a small frown on his lips. “I could have stolen or hurt you…Does anyone know you’re here? Someone expecting you to come back at a certain time?” He said starting to sound like a worried old man. It’s just, the void zones really were not places for the weak of heart or well, weak period.

Blinking a bit Chanyeol was shocked to see what the stranger was holding out to him. After a few seconds of processing what was happening a large and goofy grin spread across the tall man’s lips and he let out a rather deep laugh. “You carry these around with you? Looks like you’re a little more prepared than I thought.” He chuckles some more before shaking his head and taking the ointment and bandaids offered. “Thank you as well.” He says glancing at them once more before shoving them into his pocket. Really they probably wouldn’t do much good with the injuries he receives from the ring, but they would come in handy whenever he decides he needs to cut something for cooking purposes.

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At these heights, Naeun confirmed she should be considered foolish to the point of naivety. As her mind traced all the ordeal, she had to admit that her actions weren’t the most coherent. On the contrary. Her initial thought would have to be that there was someone about to attack her with ill intentions. But then again, Naeun had lady luck smiling at her presence. It lingered for the longest time and this meeting proved her such. Meeting with a male that somehow seemed that could damage her did the contrary as his inquiries filtrated the atmosphere. His tone growing with patches of worries that she somehow found comforting at the least. Each one reminiscing those of her childhood, where the prior days seemed to painting within her visage. A tinge of appreciation streaming down within her veins, despite finding the reason to scoff at his constant concern. Naeun found herself reflected on him, but she knew that their differences would run deep once their words were exchanged. But at the moment, laughter escaped from her vocal cords. It drifted for a few moments before her head was shaking on each direction with dismiss.

“Sir,” She voiced out, halting the almost sounding ramble that was slipping on the thin air. “You shouldn’t worry so much about a stranger you don’t know anything about. What happens if I am the type of person you are warning about?” Her right eyebrow lifting in almost an interrogative manner, even if Naeun was tempted to ease his concern that was directed towards her. “As for someone waiting me home, the answer would be a resounding no. I can take care of myself. So, let aside your worries and shower them to those who are worthy of them.” Even if her choice of words could have enhanced a hostile tone, her saccharine coated tongue only managed lessen the effect.

Naeun knew it. There wasn’t hesitance running through her once she met the man. His laughter was almost child like but her commentary would be for another moment if she ever got the opportunity to meet him once again. The gashes were enough to tell her that those wounds weren’t made with mere scratches that could cover with her supplies. “I must admit that it may not look like it, I have more under my sleeve than you believe.” Her fingers clasping against each other as her smile only tried to assure him that she was fine.

#phchanyeol #( ― here is to the story we never spoke ! )

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It was really interesting to see someone snapping photography shots around the slums, really there was nothing fancy to capture in a moment of time. Then again not all pictures were meant to be beautiful, maybe this woman was trying to get a realistic point of view across, let people know the reality of what they had to live in day in and day out. It sort of reminded him of people who took war pictures or disaster pictures to educate the public on what’s going on, because more people would probably respond better to visual images, reading was just too hard.

That cynical thought made him chuckle a bit before noticing that the necklace the photographer was wearing had come unhooked in the back and was only staying on because it was slightly tangled in their hair. “Don’t freak out okay?” He says walking up behind the woman starting to untangle the chain from their hair. “I’m not here to hurt you, just, your necklace came undone, I don’t want you to lose it. If you drop it in a place like this, you’ll probably never get it back.” He said honestly, trying to be as gentle as he could, not wanting to pull her hair and hurt her. Untangling the chain from her hair he finally clasped the necklace shut and smiled softly. “Alright, there you go.” He said taking a few steps back, smiling softly. “Be careful alright?”

Naeun considered herself to be someone coward. She wasn’t able to fight because she feared of violence till the beyond. She always found her inner core trembling with frustration once it riles up. but, they were moments where she manages to build up the courage. Yet, there she was. Her camera’s strap weighing on the nape of her neck as her slender fingers gripped for her bag as she headed towards her direction. As the female always imagined, the slums were a visage that she found herself cringing towards to. All because the brunette somehow had hope with crossed fingers that it was better than Naeun was told about. Never was the case. Despite such, it didn’t backtrack her from her mission as her index finger pressed against the button that wrote the countless of stories. The stories that Naeun felt at the moment that pondered within her ears before her trail of thoughts were halted once hearing a male voice bounces through her.

Her head tilting towards the source, but halting once he approached her closer. the calamity resounding on them causing her to let the tense on her muscle loosen. As his fingers reached for her hair that had her jewelry tangled, his ripple of words not stopping. Which, Naeun found herself being flooded with gratitude because most wouldn’t have minded to tell her such. The instance passed before her ear caught her necklace being clasped back on her neck. Her head turning towards the other with genuine happiness out of his generous act, her smile wide enough.

“Thank you.” The only words exiling before her gaze faltered to some of the bruises that decorated him, her fingers reaching for her bag. Her fingers grasping for the two small tubes of ointments and a few band aids stacked on them. Her hand extending towards the taller, “Might as well return the favor with this. Seeing how many wounds you have, this will hopefully benefit you at one point.”

#phchanyeol #( ― here is to the story we never spoke ! )

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( * meme, accepting! )♔: Finding your muse wearing their clothes

Accidents happened all the time especially with someone as Naeun who is careless at the times. Despite her movements reminisce those of the medieval royalty, they’re cases when it is inevitable. The cases that rose once a food drips on your pristine shirt or how they are too many obstacles on the way. On her case as of now, both ordeals happened at once. Where Naeun found herself cursing under her tongue.

Her slender fingers that were gripping on the steamy beverage as she directed herself towards the exit. But, there was an immense hassle on such hour where people were stumbling within each other with slipped apologies. As the woman tried to sustain herself from falling as her steps were short and never too languid to disrupt others. Yet, such actions backfired at her once she was pushed against her will and her grip loosen on the paper cup. The scorching liquid plastering through the thin air where it fell on both her clothing but more on the others. A faint gasp exiting before she reached toward the other party with an extensive ripple of apologies. As she saw that the other was a figure she personally knew, her belated expression of realization reaching through. But, not before Naeun directed the other towards the bathroom with the only piece of clothing that could help.

“Forgive me, but this is the only shirt I have and it’s better that you use that for now instead of getting burns.”

She cursed within her inner core that trembled out of guilt as she saw how she managed to convince the other. It wouldn’t hurt much, right? That shirt was plaid with red and black, which was a color scheme and texture considered to be ambiguous. But as she sat and awaited for the male to appear, amusement breached through her flushed expression completely. It wasn’t exactly the best fit, especially how her petite frame didn’t fit his at the least.

“Um,” The mere syllable escaping as there wasn’t any cordiality that she could think. “You look good…” A backhanded compliment coming off from her parched throat.

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nonsexual acts of intimacy - select from the following for my muse to respond to:

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

#( — let the games run ! )

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beautiful cinnamon roll too good for this world too pure

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imperium; asm ♱ sne

LOCATION: CAFÉ LISIO, IRIS CITY.

Thin fingers scratch across mahogany as Somi traces her finger along the surface of the table. The wood crackles icily under her touch, perhaps it was a testament to hardships that have marked their presence upon her over the course of many years. In a way, she can relate to the object — how unscathed beauty diminishes the closer one looks. Her past is her present, and her present is ubiquitous to her own desires.

She exhales outwards, a soft gust of wind dancing delicately with the dust that travels from her surroundings and onto the literary classic that she had brought along with her. Mein Kampf. For an individual such as her, the work had always possessed a strange tranquility that enthralled her within its marvel. In her eyes, there was much to be learned from historical leaders of the past — if not by applying their ideas to affect the current situation, then to educate oneself so that they may lecture the masses. It is still strange to her; but Somi is given no time to contemplate it thoroughly. Hazel eyes would shift left, glancing at the inbound individual who now approached her with haste.

“I hope I didn’t detract too much from your schedule.” Somi speaks as a grin breaks across her face. “It’s been some time. How’ve you been Naeunnie.”

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Naeun is someone whom she considered herself as compassionate. Therefore, she detested such things that evoked violence such as war. One of the prime examples that cause her to repulse is the Jindallae Tournament that has everyone soaring their hats off towards the air as the excitement implements itself on the atmosphere. Naeun avoided such events with a dismissive behavior even if such was never displayed. Therefore, her emotions towards Somi joining caused her to almost spill to her friend that her behavior was ludicrous. But, she never found the right words to say such. The only response being a smile compressed against her stained tiers, wishing her the best of luck. Her fingers clasping against each other with a short prayer that the woman wouldn’t be devoured by the contestants or greed itself.

She was wrong. Always wrong Naeun whom wished for the better when the world had tormented her enough that such personality only caused grief. Hence, how her reaction was towards Somi winning and joining herself amongst the predators of her species. The younger lad out of the two decided to respect her choice and free her from the grip that naeun found herself grasping once her hues fixated on the digits that directed her to hear her voice. The voice that resonated on a particular evening that she found herself baffled for a few instances as the ringing kept procuring her to answer. With a faint tone teetering with few ounces of anxiety and relief, Naeun held herself firmly towards meeting the woman whom she hasn’t seen since their memorial talk.

Her fingers brushed against her brunette strands as her feet directed her towards her destination. Once finding it, a breath escaped consistently before reaching to find her sitting alongside her slender fingers gripping on a book. To Naeun’s amusement, it was about the german leader that brought the wrath that most suffered along the era. As much she wanted to praise the leader, he was tyrant. A smile etched on her features once she noticed her presence, her head dipping as a greeting following a chuckle from hearing her nickname.

“Not at all, Somi unnie. I been good, working through the piles of work. How about you?”

#phxrime #( ― here is to the story we never spoke ! )

melancholia. open.

Son Naeun is an inquisitive individual. She always found herself lingering among the inquiries that the universe hasn’t responded to. Therefore, she always viewed those answers are hidden among the mundane. Somewhere out there. But, they were certain questions that are hollow and never sufficient to satisfy her insatiable curiosity. One of them was an individual she seemed to stumble upon the days where the heavens were crying. She wondered to herself how her father was because he was stuck on that cumulonimbus scenery. But those thoughts started to cease once she started to see this individual more often on her solemn visits.

They always seemed to carry the same color umbrella every time, but they were times when they came soaked and received all what nature gave that day. Almost telling her how hollow they seemed, despite it wasn’t on her judgement to assume such matters. She wondered to herself how the other viewed her or even noticed her because she always seems to afar. She’s there, wearing the navy opaque raincoat that most would view hideous, not that Naeun minded. But she pondered if they thought it was terrible as most of the commentary towards it sounded repertoire. She also wondered if she was ever gonna direct the word towards them or let the rain be their unspoken words. That was one of the inquiries that compared to the ones the universe hasn’t responded to her clearly. Naive, foolish part from her on believing that life wouldn’t answer such within instances. It was answered once time ticked down signaling that 2 am has reached towards the crying heavens. It was her sixth meeting with them when Naeun barely was reaching the secluded area they liked to rest.

She was wearing the same raincoat she always wore, this time she carried an umbrella. just if the rain turned worse. Her mind was blank, they were no longer those thoughts that use to consume her wandering soul most of the times. Serenity had settled upon her inner core that is used to manifest strong raw emotions that she upholds. Her fingers are coiled amongst each other, each one lacing in front of her stomach as her steps directed her. Once breaching towards the areas that connected her neighborhood, Naeun’s assumptions rose from her throat. As her head peeked first before seemingly supposing they were all right once seeing a silhouette soaking the rain.

But this time, it was peculiar. the atmosphere wasn’t the usual peaceful one they were both on the search for. It seemed more solemn than prior times. it was almost if the air could be hit with a mere knife due of how tense it was.

Therefore, Naeun questioned herself if she should flee and let them have their moments of solitude. Yet, she found her heartstrings pulling her turn. her fingers reaching for the umbrella that is placed upon her left pocket.

“You should be careful,” Her soft tone breaking through the repertoire splatters. “Having a cold nowadays can become worse with all the climate change.” Her hand extending at offering the pristine umbrella to the latter who was now focused on her.

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