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“Do people always fall in love with things they can't have?' 'Always,' Carol said, smiling, too.” multiverse/ship ; krp blog

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i just graduated im looming for a job omg im so sorry for the late interactions BUT ILL BE BACK V SOON

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Our muses just heard a gunshot in the distance. Send me 🔫 for a starter.

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(fancam) whee in - ‘baby shark song’ @ kbs ‘lee hong ki’s kiss the radio’ ♡ 170630 © moderato (do not edit or remove the logo)

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@jamjcm dis b wheein after hearing dash sing it 1 morning kill me ples

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kbs ‘lee hong ki’s kiss the radio’ ♡ 170630

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Mamamoo PURPLE Album Scans © wheeinah

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stuck like glue.❞ maegan & seulhee

it was six in the morning when maegan got out of her house, sporting black skirt, white blouse tucked in underneath a black blazer. her tie was already neatly done, like the good student that she is. maegan always made sure she was all set when she leaves her home– a habit of hers that she maintained throughout her highschool years.

her attendance was pretty good, all thanks to seulhee– the girl was an early bird and since maegan pretty much likes her company, she doesn’t really have qualms about seulhee’s habit of dragging her to school at such an early hour. in a span of two months, maegan got used to it, everything became a routine. she wakes up at five, prepares for an hour, leaves her home by six, walks to seulhee’s home to fetch the girl. the two of them goes to school, arrives before seven. from there, they had an hour to spare before school starts. 

it was exactly six fifteen when maegan arrived to seulhee’s home. too early– five minutes early to be exact, she wasn’t surprised to not see seulhee greeting her outside. she decided to stand there and wait.

five minutes and seulhee was still nowhere to be found. maegan peeked through the window on the second floor. the older managed to catch a glimpse of the younger brushing her hair. swiftly, maegan pulls out her phone to type.

｡ ➟ text message / seulhee 」

[ 6:20 am ] hey rapunzel, mind letting down your hair for your friend?

[ 6:21 am ] pretty sure prince charming would fall in love with you right on the spot…….. if you had one, that is.

@scpphjc

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seulhee usually got up with the birds in their neighborhood, their gentle chirping harmonizing with seulhee’s humming in the shower. like cinderella. breakfast would be served—eggs, hotdog, fried rice, and a glass of orange juice—for three people. one plate would be wiped clean, some stains of egg yolks clinging on the edge of the plate with used utensils tucked beside it. her father’s. her mom would be by the sink, cleaning the pans and spatula she used to cook. she would ask something about school, if seulhee slept well. seulhee would answer a mouthful of yes, i got it done, and goodbye mom! it was a routine. a pattern every weekday to start their morning.

this morning, however, seulhee struggled to keep up. it was because of that goddamn anime! seulhee wasn’t the type to watch these animations, preferred movies, but somehow, in some way, she found herself bulging her eyes out before their television in the living room. their wall clock ticked to ten last night when seulhee witnessed a series that seemed to have struck her. the protagonist, named ichigo, made her laugh.

this morning, she wasn’t laughing. she heard her phone buzz loudly against her wooden desk, snapping her out of her trance.

[ 6:21 am ] you do know rapunzel doesn’t let her hair down for her friends? [ 6:23 am ] i have a prince charming. he just doesn’t know it yet :P

[ 6:26 am ] on my way.

outside, the sun’s light was soft and gentle on the sky. the previously dark sky started coloring light, baby blue hues smudged with whites here and there. it was cloudy. instinctively, like a human walking, seulhee walked closer to maegan to hook her arm around the latter’s, her fingers brushing against the slim wrist of her friend. they walked. within that little span, seulhee managed to yawn for the nth time, the back of her free hand rubbing the tears away. her tie was undone still, her blouse merely sporting two lines around her collar. thankfully, her mother was able to notice a few buttons undone and buttoned them for seulhee. her blazer was tucked in her backpack. it always made her feel hot—seulhee blamed its thick fabric.

“were you able to crack our math homework? i can’t get number ten— i was devastated that i ended up watching bleach,” seulhee turned to look at maegan, eyelids obviously heavy. “until midnight.” she said with a dreadful tone, like when revealing the ghost of a horror story. “i hate math,” she managed to grumble, simultaneously pulling maegan closer and resting her cheek on the skinny arm.

[tryingmother]

IF YOU ARE OKAY WITH ICONLESS ROLEPLAYS REBLOG THIS SO YOUR FOLLOWERS KNOW !!

like as much as i love icons and a good psd, sometimes its just tasking to do. and not everyone has great resources. so if you’re okay with having threads with no icons, please reblog this so that people know you’re okay with it. i feel like roleplayers today are too focused on the aesthetics and won’t follow people who use base icons or even none at all. it’s not about icons, but about the writing !!

[startreader]

cotton and ice. ( seulhee | maegan )

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these were the few times skye appreciated how they remain invisible to the mortal’s eyes, they could stay still like this for a few days, no one will ever notice. there was no need for rush, after all— no one was looking for them, they had the day to themselves.  no errands from the toothfairy. christmas was still a few days ahead, they weren’t needed by santa yet. surely, hwaljeol’s dad doesn’t need their hands as easter is a few months away.

they a few hours to spare, it wouldn’t hurt to fool around and play for quite some time. skye didn’t had any plans of moving from her place, nor standing on her feet.

skye was fooling around (when did she ever not?), words spilling out of her tongue were nonsense. she was evidently stalling, obviously taking advantage of the situation, noticing how hwaljeol was stuttering and seemingly distracted. she did not want to move, finding comfort in hwaljeol’s warmth despite the coldness of the ground.

did she really said that? yes. did skye meant it? maybe yes, maybe not.

it was more of the former. it would be a lie to say it never crossed her mind. skye was a curious child after all, she was curious how it felt – hwaljeol’s lips seemed pretty soft, she had noticed it. however, she never knew when did she started to notice it. it was probably the times they were so close when they fool around, or maybe when hwaljeol manage to steal a peck on her cheek that few times. perhaps she was staring a bit too long, staring absentmindedly at them while hwaljeol mumbles sleepily about how festive she is during christmas and easter, moments before she passes out beside skye while they lay on the grass, watching the sun slowly eating the night away.

skye noticed, she always did, but she doesn’t really think about it much after. she was having the best time of her life after all, it was a waste to dwell on her curiosity— the thought doesn’t bother her. skye had let them subside, it wasn’t that hard, not when she enjoyed every second she spent with hwaljeol. everything was fun, even the silence that follows while they lay down under the starry sky were enjoyable.

being with hwaljeol was just too enjoyable, skye couldn’t ask for more.

skye could not afford to lose a friendship like this, she probably shouldn’t have said that.

regret was quick to sink in to her, more so after she had seen the reaction— which skye assumed rejection. her heart sunk but skye still smiled. soon enough, skye was embarrassed for making such a bold move, she couldn’t afford to look at hwaljeol, head turning to the side, her cheeks were crimson red. the why’s echoed in her head, thousand of why’s— there weren’t any reason, she was just being foolish, childish. one of her childish antics she usually pulled off— a ridiculous request, a reckless attempt.

she looked over to hwaljeol, but skye was quick to avert her gaze. she couldn’t afford to look at her, she was embarrassed, disappointed, her heart sinks further. “forget it.” she deadpanned.

if she were to continue acting childishly, she probably would be throwing tantrums by now. but skye, albeit child at heart, wasn’t a child anymore– she shouldn’t be throwing tantrums over some silly request. her father would probably be scolding her by then if he were to see her throwing tantrums like that, she should act accordingly. she’s now a twenty four year old woman. throwing tantrums should already be off her list.

she wasn’t a child anymore– she had to remind herself that.

finally, she pushed herself up, pushing hwaljeol off of her as she did. she was quick to get back on her feet, standing up straight, fingers fidgeting nervously at the hem of her shirt. “i—i forgot about the errand my father told me to do.” a lie. skye could not afford to look hwaljeol still. she wanted to hide, feeling too embarrassed with her act, she wanted to be somewhere else, out of hwaljeol’s sight as quickly as possible.

“i i—have to go.” she stuttered, evidently nervous at her attempt to lie. but before she disappeared, she left some words for friend. “eight pm, sharp. i’ll pick you up at the same spot, under our tree.” the mention of their tree got her giggling, despite her change of mood, a total uplift of her mood. skye remembered how they carved their names on the branch, the tall tree hidden inside the forest near skye’s home.

“stop being distracted on the way, okay? don’t be late!” and with that, she vanished swiftly into thin air, leaving a trail of snow behind.

the easter bunny’s child fell onto the ground with a loud oomph. hwaljeol’s hair was rumpled, little circles snow clinging to the tips. so skye did have the strength to push her off. the thought why she didn’t do it earlier lingered in hwaljeol’s brain, holding a huge “think about me” sign. bold and red and angry and annoying— why didn’t skye push her earlier if it was so easy?

maybe.... maybe she didn’t want hwaljeol off yet?

nonetheless, the little bunny watched jack frost’s kin stand and dust everything off. jeol stayed for a bit, just staring at her friend as if seeing her for the last time. “okay.” was jeol’s little chirp. there was no point in asking what errand it was. skye looked rushed. the trail that skye left behind was grand and gorgeous. little snowflakes, reaching out with sharp edges showed elegance. skye left pretty all over with that staff of hers, and her face, and her hair, and everything about her.

ah, maybe she should have went for the kiss. maybe by now, hwaljeol wouldn’t be wondering how they felt. or how skye would look like after, or how flustered they both will be. maybe hwaljeol should’ve just went with it and ignored the boiling embarrassment in her; the fear of misinterpretation. she must have been joking; skye always joked around. could hwaljeol be taking things seriously? they’ve always fooled around, hugging and pulling, but... but never... a kiss... it must be heaven, or a glimpse of nirvana, feeling skye’s lips move against hers, filling the gaps of her own. whispering hushed i love yous and—

“hey look! ice on the pavement!” the loud child voice struck hwaljeol’s sensitive ears without mercy. she let out a yelp, successfully throwing a bit of snow all over. shaking the cottons of skye’s residue off her, hwaljeol started moving. she jumped around, pole to the rooftop, then zigzagging onto side of this bakery and over the fence. the tunnels were too dark for her liking as of the moment. besides, their tree was just a few miles away.

along the way, hwaljeol being hwaljeol, left ruckus here and there. a broken vase, an alarming vehicle, and a couple of civilians dropping their grocery bags, their supposed fruits for dinner rolling down the pedestrian lane. it was like a dab into the human world that they, the guardians (children of the guardians specifically) existed. hwaljeol had ample time to lounge before eight.

when eight struck, the town’s loud town clock ringing its huge bell throughout its perimeter, hwaljeol was already on the highest branch of their tree. like a ritual, her fingers grazed along the bark of the tree: “hwaljeol& skye, forever”. childish and innocent, but jeol liked it. she liked how they’re forever children, liked the concept of forever with skye. beneath the tree was a blanket of snow. a few feet away was the street. it was far from silent, humans scampering around about a sale. cars honked, mothers yelled, and shopping carts screeched. this tree wasn’t special, besides the fact that their names cut its way onto its body. it wasn’t the tallest, nor the sturdiest. it was just there, existing along with other trees that’s identical.

but it was hwaljeol’s tree. skye and hwaljeol’s tree. she could spot it within a mile in the crowd of green heads.

now, she just had to wait for her friend (who she met just earlier).

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          Pippa’s apartment was quiet, only the sound of her own breathing and the hum of the refrigerator breaking the silence. Even her upstairs neighbors were asleep, something Pippa was both grateful for and disappointed by. She really didn’t need to hear them stomping around and screaming like usual, but maybe it would have been easier to stay awake with a distraction. She put her feet up on the coffee and table and closed her eyes just as her phone vibrated with Thalia’s response. 

[ MSG : thal ] clothes are unnecessary anyway [ MSG : thal ] you don’t need them. [ MSG : thal ] but if that’s your booze you live a sad life [ MSG : thal ] you better hope i’m not asleep in 15 minutes tbh

to: pips — you’re lucky i can’t resist you to: pips — that was meant to be cheesy btw. like a cool tsun. do i fit the image? to: pips — i’ll be there in a few. to: pips — excuse me, btw, strawberry milk is lyf

thalia walked for about ten minutes when she finally found herself climbing the staircase of pippa’s apartment. it was quiet, the silence so thick that thalia felt like tip toeing. she feared the softest stomp on the ground unleash the monsters of a sleep deprived employee. before pippa’s door, thalia sucked her strawberry milk through its white straw. the pink liquid coloring the white plastic kept thalia amused while waiting for pippa. she had rung the door bell, the rustling of the plastic bag loud. thalia almost shushed it hoping the silence stay intact. thalia bought bottles of beer. she didn’t feel like being hit hard as of the moment.

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bullet ring. wheein&isabel

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isabel’s phone buzzed, notifying her that a voicemail had been received, a distorted, altered voice came through the line “male, in his thirties, mall parking lot.” at that an image popped up on the phone screen. she immediately deleted the picture along with the voicemail and went through her usual routine.

she arrived at the motel, lugging around a suitcase and rented a room on the 2nd floor. she paid it with cash, to avoid any traces of where she is.

the room was nothing special. nondescript furniture occupied the space. it smelled of cigarettes and the sweet tang of soda, though she couldn’t see evidence of either.

she pulled a chair in front of the window and slid the window open, she felt the humidity hit her face. a thin sheen of sweat already forming on her skin.

she didn’t bother turning on the air-conditioning, the noise will only distract her. she was glad she wore a halter top instead of a shirt, the heat was getting on her nerves.

isabel carefully scanned the surroundings, only few people milling around. “good.”

she took out a white handkerchief in her back pocket and cleaned the table next to the chair and placed the suitcase on top of it. a loud click sounded as she opened the suitcase, revealing the sniper rifle she was carrying.

she carefully assembled the rifle and looked out through the telescopic lens. the window covered the firing point. she meticulously researched the layout of the motel and knew the room she rented out was perfect to take out her target.

she had always maintained a cool detachments to her targets. she thought of them as just that, targets. all she had to do was get rid of them  and she was good at it.

she regulated her breath, her finger on the trigger as she waited for the mark to show himself. she spotted him right away. she tied her raven hair back and set her eyes on him.

isabel squeezed the trigger. it was the first time in her entire career that she missed. the silencer effectively drowning the sound of her shot. the bullet hit the pavement.

a figure turned up in the crosshairs. adorned with a black cap, stalking the guy she was supposed to kill. but for the life of her she wasn’t entirely sure who this woman was.

by the way she was walking towards the guy and her hand on something on her hip, she calculated that this was another player in the game. another assassin. “motherfucker.”

isabel needed to get out and come up with another plan. she was pretty certain that other woman noticed the gunshot she fired. and to be made on the job was clearly unacceptable.

she packed up her things and glanced at her watch. she can still make it home in time for dinner with her wife.

it was supposed to be easy money. wheein would walk in, do the job, then go home with her bank account skyrocketing by countless digits. but then, a gunshot thundered in the sky. the bullet dived into the same room she was supposed to go, almost— grazing just by her right shoulder—killing her! wheein was certain the other party was at a rooftop or a neighboring motel. wheein saw no one though. blood rushed up to wheein’s face, coloring her face with evident fear and shock. her cheeks were red and her palms were started clamming.

“fuck,” she wasn’t informed she had competition. but was it indeed competition? perhaps, did someone hire to kill her? or was this man that notorious to have two assassin companies nailing him? it was a first to have someone else threaten her target and her life at the same time. hidden behind a concrete wall, wheein waited for the coast to clear, and for her heart to calm down. it hammered in her rib cage like an angry gorilla wanting freedom. the banging of the door resonated soon, the loud roaring of an engine echoing.

he got away. fuck.

why didn’t hq warn her about company? what the actual fuck.

finding herself crunched in time to further whine and actually ask her employer what the fuck happened, her wristwatch started peeping— a subtle yet consistent pipip! pipip!. she had to get home for dinner. and it was always at 7p.m.

it was quarter to seven when she finally hopped off the bus, just three blocks away from her front door. wheein was just in time to walk back to their front porch for ten minutes. by the time she hopped up the two stairs, her wristwatch ticked. 7p.m. sharp.

“bel?” wheein called, inspecting herself first in the mirror hung in the hall. her jacket was heavy on her shoulders. wheein realized its weight only when she brushed it off her frame, revealing a crumpled midnight blue polo shirt beneath. her slacks were straight and perfectly ironed. a brush of hand down her arm reminded her of the small wound. wheein flinched and noticed the red stain it left on her fingers. she wasn’t bleeding that bad, but a little band-aid didn’t seem to keep the wound calm.

thank god she had spare clothes in the trunk. wheein wiped the blood on her clothed ass.

shoes off, wheein made her way to the kitchen. she heard subtle clanking, and plates against the glass table, and wine glasses hitting each other. ah, yes. her wife. did it have a positive connotation? wheein was uncertain. “i’m home!” stepping into the kitchen, wheein finally saw isabel. pushing her lips into a smile, wheein moved closer and placed a chaste kiss on her wife’s cheek. it was fast, a mere greeting, before making her way to her side of the table.

“so what do we have for tonight?” wheein asked as she unfolded the napkin onto her lap, brushing her fingers through her hair. not to fix it, not to mess it up either. just to have something to do while waiting.

[wheeinthezone]

that’s what i like

[moomoocentral]

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send me those memes ya while i work on replies (will i ever get myself to make new threads? nnnnhmmhgng. gimme those ya

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divinexwreckage

source: SEND A URL AND I WILL ANSWER THE FOLLOWING;status: accepting !!!for: @dawntodvsk

Do I Follow Them?: YAWhy Did I Follow Them?: i rmb following u in my old mumu bc of a solar muse u had alskjdlakjd (kil lme plesDo We Role Play?: THANKFULLYYYYYDo I Want To Role Play With Them: I LOVEAn AU Idea For Our Muses: wat abt thal getting knocked up tis time lmaoA Song For Our Muses: sleepover (by hayley) for thal & suki. sick of losing soulmates (by dodie) for pippa & thalDo I Ship Our Muses?: ha ha i dont ship, i have a fcken titanicWhat I Think About The Mun: PRECIOUS (i saw ur post abt bffs n hey im here ;)Overall Opinion: ily ur chill we’re all chill. when will we finish our threads? lmaoBlog Rate: 1 | 2 | 3 | 4 | 5 | 6 | 7 | 8 | 9 | 10

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this is like centuRIES LATE IM SO SORRY PLS FORGIVE ME U KNO I LY RYT OMG FU CK MY LIFE SOBS