✽ ‘ 𝐬𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐢𝐦𝐞𝐧𝐭𝐬 .

bear. 18+. selective. semi-private.

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feelbloom​:

@sentimcnts​​ ★ closed starter for eevie

       EFFY HATES GROUP PROJECTS. it’s not that she isn’t capable of working well with others, she just … prefers not to do so. besides, it’s always exhausting to deal with other people’s schedules and foolish ideas — and that’s assuming they even make an effort to help at all in the first place. all that being said, she was less than pleased when her professor announced that they will indeed be working in groups for her psychology class this semester. even worse, the groups are assigned. she had hoped that she would get at least a somewhat useful partner assigned, but she quickly realized that that hope was in vain once she found out that eevie is her partner.

       it’s not that she necessarily has anything against the other girl, but— okay, maybe effy judges her. just a little. it’s just so clear how little the other girl cares about this class, and effy cannot for the life of her understand being so content with failure. 

       it doesn’t help that, currently, eevie is late meeting her at the library.

       effy sighs, opening her laptop and beginning to type in the group google doc she made when the project was first assigned. when she finally notices the other girl approaching, she doesn’t even look up, lips pursed in annoyance. “ oh, so you have decided to show up after all. very kind of you. ”

      FUCK . evie didn’t actually mean to be late , for once . in actual fact , she’d made an elaborate plan in her head to be early just to rub it in effy’s pretentious little face , but of course that was always going to backfire . she knew she was fucked when she got held back from her last class — her own fault , she didn’t do her homework . again . — but then four different people stopped to talk to her on the way to the library . what was she supposed to do , tell them she’d talk later ? being popular is hard work , man .

      she’s out of breath when she crashes into the library , immediately catching a glare from the librarian , who has already thrown her out of the building twice this semester . still , she stops for a moment to catch her breath — she has to keep up this cool ( see : disruptive ) facade effy has seen in class , lest the other girl tell the whole school she’s actually a soft ass with the biggest crush on the class nerd . yes , this is college , not high school , but the tropes still stand in evie’s head . 

      she approaches effy’s table with her hands in her cargo pants pockets , cropped thrasher hoodie hanging off her frame and exposing just a small section of stomach . effy speaks and she scoffs , wrapping her foot around the leg of a chair to pull it out and sit on it . “ well it was either this or hit the skate park with shiloh , and i decided this would be WAY more fun . ” there’s an eye roll that accompanies her last few words , but she’s not completely lying .

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feelbloom​:

@sentimcnts​ ★ closed starter for prince

       NOAH ENTERS PRINCE’S OFFICE IN A WHIRLWIND, smile stretched across his face both wide and fake as he approaches the other man’s desk. “ good afternoon, mr. khim, ” he says cheerfully, ignoring ( as always ) prince’s distaste for being addressed so formally. “ don’t forget your meeting with the board of directors is soon. are you nearly ready ? ”

       without waiting for an answer, noah carefully sets prince’s fourth coffee of the day down on his desk, eagerly awaiting the moment that prince takes his first sip and realizes that noah has gotten it with several pumps of sweetener again. it’s typically about a 70/30 chance whether or not he gets prince’s coffee order right— not because he’s an idiot, but because he is petty, and this is one of the few ways he can take a vague, spiteful joy from his job on days when prince is being a particularly large thorn in his side.

       he isn’t evil, though. noah never shorts prince on the extra espresso shots. and if he sometimes fantasizes about ordering a coffee with real cow milk in it on days when prince reaches his most difficult in order to give the lactose intolerant brat a violent case of the shits, well— he’d never actually do it, and no one needs to know.

      at this point, prince is convinced the powers that be must HATE him . it’s understandable , really , he’s a cocky little shit and he hates himself most of the time , but that doesn’t give them an excuse to send THE MOST IRRITABLE and cute assistant his way to both annoy and captivate him in equal measure . it just isn’t fair — pretty boys aren’t supposed to work in big corporate office blocks for the social elite , they’re supposed to BE the social elite .

      for the most part , prince ignores noah when he walks in . he’s taken to not even acknowledging the formal address that he’s fairly sure the other does JUST to piss him off ; he’s realised he doesn’t want to give him the satisfaction of a reaction . he eyes the coffee as it’s placed on his desk , wondering whether it’ll actually be what he asked for . he takes a sip . it’s not , obviously . the sweet taste hits him and he grimaces , sigh leaving his lips as he turns his attention back to the very important task he’s completing on his computer — a thrilling game of minesweeper . 

      “ yeah . yeah i’m ready . ” he finally speaks to the other , although what he says is a blatant lie . his long hair is pulled back into a messy bun and he’s wearing the supreme hoodie he slipped into as soon as he got into his office this morning , suit jacket discarded on cream leather couch . “ maybe they’ll finally cut me off and i’ll never have to see you again . ” he looks up from his computer , playful smirk on his lips .

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enamorings​:

his smile was quick to leave his face at that . well , of course he was used to such things . he too would leave for tours and the other was an actor … so , it was to be known . then again . out of the country … with his schedule , it also meant that he probably wouldn’t be able to see him . not even once . even though those were his thoughts , all he could do at this point was smile , one that didn’t quite reach his eyes . “ oh … i’m … i’m happy for you . i knew you’d get it . “ he knew how good of an actor the other was , after all . didn’t mean it was hurting any less . “ how long ?? “ his tone was emotionless , in complete opposition with how he truly felt .

“ six months . ” the words feel heavy leaving his lips , as though they could drop to the floor with an almighty thud that would reverberate around the room for hours . sure , they’re used to rushed phone calls and bleary eyed facetime conversations —- but this is entirely different . at least when the other goes on tour , levi knows he won’t be gone for long , and that he could make trips to see him when the tour brings him closer to home , but this ... this is half a year across the other side of the world . “ hey ... you don’t have to pretend you’re okay with this , i —- i know it’s bullshit . ” he crosses over to the other , arms pulling him into a hug . “ you’ll ... you’ll wait for me though , right ? ” 

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disappcintmvnt​:

plot: the two have been fake dating that was arranged to boost each other’s fame but he secretly has a crush on the other. sejun is pretty laid back but hate all the brand parties he has to attend. connection: someone in the entertainment business.

 sejun huffed looking around their surroundings. he didn’t understand these kinds of launch parties nor did he find it that enjoyable. he got invited to some from time to time but was always to busy to attend them. the basketball player ran his hand through his hair as they were waiting to take a picture in front of the media. he never minded it but often found it easy to skip until it was sport-related but he knew their managers wanted them to be seen together. “i guess being famous is all about waiting in line?” he joked then quickly interrupted by a yawn. he was beginning to think of all the things he could have accomplished by now. “this is so boring,“ he muttered reaching for their hand to hold. 

levi , on the other hand , is a natural in front of the camera . a model since he was fifteen and an actor since nineteen , he lives and breathes media attention . narcissism has often left him wondering why he even needs a fake boyfriend — always assuming he’s a big enough name on his own — but he can’t deny it’s nice to have someone to attend these parties with , even if sejun looks like he’d rather be anywhere else . “ stop yawning ! ” shorter boy whines , small smile on his lips as he taps sejun’s chest in a light scold . “ being famous is all about letting people see you . and yes , that includes waiting to get your picture taken . ” he smiles as sejun’s hand finds his , fingers interlocking . “ we’ll be inside soon , promise . ”

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i’m sure this goes without saying but i will no longer be writing against any woojin or jungwoo fcs .

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i’m gonna head to bed now , if anyone wants my discord lmk ... i need friends tbh sdhfshgdf . and i’ll get to the rest of my starters tmrw !

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✽   ‘   @shcun​​ liked this for a starter .

it’s been a long time since levi’s seen the other . several people have come and gone from his life since , and he almost doesn’t approach them when he sees them here — at a party he never really wanted to attend . there’s a drink in his hand but it’s only water , the contents rippling just a little as he comes to stand in front of the face he’d almost forgotten . “ hey . ” he breathes , and for a moment he wonders if the other even remembers him . “ long time no see , huh . ”

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✽   ‘   @dctdae​ liked this for a starter .

“ hey , you’re in the way ! ” their voice comes out as a whine , whole body tilting to one side to try and keep their eyes on the tv screen . you would think , for someone who plays video games for a living , they’d take a break from gaming during their free time — but here they are , trying desperately to steer themselves to a mario kart victory despite the distraction . frustrated , they hit the pause button and look up at the other . “ what is it ? ”

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✽   ‘   @enamorings​ liked this for a starter .

“ so uh ... i just spoke to my agent , ” the tone of his voice is evidence enough he doesn’t necessarily have GOOD news for the other . “ i got the part . which means ... ” which means six MONTHS filming out of the country .

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pcrscphone​:

astra was a good fucking fighter. like hell he’d get anywhere in life if he wasn’t with the line of work he was bloody in. he wasn’t the best in his unit, no, but he could match them just as well. so it’s almost laughable to him that he’d managed to let himself get drugged without even questioning it, and then jumped by a few old familiar faces when he was leaving the club and ready to head back to the base. overall it was adding up to be a pretty shit night, but right now astra couldn’t tell if it was the pain, the drug or just himself that managed to drag his slowly numbing body to the one door that he really probably shouldn’t be at or even know how to get to. 

but he’s here, thumping against it weakly with his fist whilst his legs struggle to hold himself up and the wound in his side screams for attention.

muse: lee astra ( special forces military agent ) open to: anyone ( m / nb if romantic ) connection: enemies to lovers / benefits / feelings / friends etc. based on: this ( not necessarily hero / villain though, just enemies )

for once in his life , baby had been planning to spend the evening relaxing , instead of out robbing rich people and generally causing a nuisance . in fact , he’s already had a bubble bath , done a face mask , and re-painted his nails an adorable light pink by the time he hears a knock on his door — which is probably why the sound irritates him so much . who the FUCK ? , he thinks , pulling an oversized t-shirt over his head as he huffs his way to his front door , yanking it open ready to give whoever’s on the other side of it a piece of his mind . “ what do you —- ASTRA ? ” okay , now he’s definitely mad . astra is probably the last person he wants to see on his day off , let alone seeing him here , on his doorstep , at night , bleeding . 

“ you look like shit . ” he sighs , stepping to one side against his better judgement . “ come in . ”

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IN MY STUPID WAY I WISH I WAS FIVE , WITHOUT THE 𝕔𝕚𝕘𝕒𝕣𝕖𝕥𝕥𝕖𝕤 AND QUIET GOODBYES . I ALWAYS BITE MY LOWER LIP WHEN I CRY ...

literate , selective , and semi-private indie rp penned by bear . 18+

↺ to signal boost , ♡ for a short starter , ✚ for a friend .

[ template by me , inspired by the theme i’m using by @/drunkblushed ]

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earthqucke​:

open to: m/f/nb

connection: roommate

based on this

          NINA  IS  STILL  TRYING  TO  process  how  to  feel  as  she  walks  down  the  hallway  towards  her  roommate’s  bedroom.  in  her  hands  lay  an  open  box,  its  contents  obscured  by  pastel-colored  decorative  tissue  paper.  she  already  knows  what  it  is,  and  cautiously  stands  in  the  open  doorway  of  her  roommate’s  bedroom  to  share  the  info  with  them.  she  clears  her  throat  to  grab  the  other’s  attention.  ❛  i  got  this,  by  the  way.  ❜  fingers  brush  past  the  tissue  paper  to  grab  ahold  of  a  lacy  pink  bra.  she  shows  it  awkwardly  because  she  doesn’t  know  how  to  act;  one  day  they  were  just  friendly  roommates,  the  next  they’re  hooking  up  on  camera.  shouldn’t  business  never  be  mixed  with  pleasure  ?  ❛  it’s  a  set.  i  thought  i  would  —  um,  look  better  on  camera  with  it.  ❜

yeji , meanwhile , has been doing everything in her power not to even THINK about the implications of what she and nina have been doing . of course it’s a line they should never have crossed , but now they’re well and truly over the threshold , there’s so much more at stake . what happens if they put a stop to it ? how do they keep paying their bills ? what if one of them falls in love with someone else ? what if one of them falls in love with the other ? the pressure has been too much for yeji to compute , so instead she’s been throwing herself into her work , piecing together a look-book for her latest styling gig .

until there’s a pretty girl standing in her doorway , and her attention is immediately shifted . “ hm ? ” she takes out her earphones and looks at the box , eyes widening as she sees what’s inside . “ nina ... shit . you know you didn’t have to do that , right ? ” she stands up from her bed , fingers wrapping around nina’s wrist as she moves closer . “ you always look amazing on camera . ” 

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dctdae​:

open to :  m  /  f /  nb, crush or friend  plot  :  sangjun is being a Little overprotective of your muse, and his personality means that he was ready to Hoe Down Throw Down, but he’s stopped mid-fight fight and now he’s annoyed bc those who bother the people he cares abt need to suffer a painful death !!!

“  never mind about me  — —  ”  the attempts to patch up his bleeding hand are brushed off with a rather protrusive slap towards the other’s hands, expression peeved and vexed.  “  the hell is wrong with you? why did you stop me? were you just going to let those assholes talk shit about you?  ”  sangjun is still fired up, clearly the only one of the two feeling indignant on the other’s behalf.  “  god, i wish i could have just RIPPED their faces off. why can’t i? i’ll deal with them so they won’t bother you anymore.  ”

“ hey ! don’t fucking talk to me like that . ” kaiser is exasperated to say the least . he already has to deal with his little brother getting into street fights on an almost nightly basis , he didn’t need his best friend to start too . he sighs , eyes softening as he casts his gaze over sangjun’s face . it is pretty comforting and endearing to know he cares so much , but that doesn’t make the smaller boy any less concerned . the assholes in question hadn’t been saying anything new ; more comments about how boys shouldn’t wear skirts , accompanied by the same gross insults he’s heard a million times before . “ they’re not worth it , sangjun . they’re just waste of space drunk assholes who are probably just confused because i look way hotter than any of their girlfriends . ” he’s trying to keep a straight face but he’s failing , small smile breaking out onto his features . 

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not to participate in what is technically ooc drama , but if you can’t keep bts / army’s name out of your mouth , go ahead and unfollow me . i’m not about to have people bring fandom drama to the dash . we’re all adults here , act like it.

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villainclle​:

open  to  all . context  :  our  muses  are  in  a  forbidden  relationship  but  josiah  keeps  sneaking  into  your  muse’s  home .  

❝  𝑰  𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾  ,  𝑰  𝑲𝑵𝑶𝑾   ❞  he  whispered  ,  feet  finally  planted  on  the  floor .  He  couldn’t  believe  he  was  here  either  ,  but  the  need  to  see  them  ,  to  touch  them  ,  was  greater  than  any  self  restraint  he  could  fathom .   ❝  Your  father  would  kill  me  ,  but  he  doesn’t  need  to  find  out  I’m  here  …  ❞  Josiah  said  starting  to  walk  into  the  other’s  personal  space .    

“ josiah , what the FUCK ? ” this is risky , almost too risky for prince’s liking . his father had only just left his apartment after coming over to scold him for running up yet another hefty bill on his credit card , and there was every possibility he’d have seen josiah sneaking in . 

“ you can’t keep showing up without telling me , my dad would kill you AND me . ” he’s understandably frustrated , having spent years keeping his sexuality a secret from his overbearing father , but he can’t help the way his arms wrap around josiah’s neck as he moves closer . “ you’re lucky you’re cute . ”

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clowdydrecms​:

open to m/f/nb basically bennie & moved in w/ your muse when they moved states for a new job it was supposed to be temporary but it’s been like a month and now y’all are sharing a bed because ‘the couch got uncomfortable’ but still we’re just friends.

LEANING AGAINST THE COUNTER as she watched them cook breakfast saying a silent prayer that they were also cooking for them. “ well i’m just saying that it’s never me who steals the blanket in the middle of the night. ” shrugging as she put on an innocent smile batting thick eyelashes for effect. “ must be a ghost, a very kind ghost who swaddles me like a baby before they leave. ”

the problem is , arlo can’t really stay mad at bennie . sure , she wakes up most nights shivering because the blankets have been so cruelly ripped from her frame — but it isn’t that big a deal . plus , it means she gets to cuddle for warmth .  “ uh huh ... and i’m sure it’s a ghost who keeps sneaking into my cookie jar , too ? ” she raises an accusatory eyebrow , but there’s a smirk on her lips , tearing her watchful gaze away from the eggs on the stove for just a moment to glance at the other . “ how do you want your eggs , anyway ? ”

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clowdydrecms​:

open to m/f/nb basically our muses broke up and now they’re seeing each other at a party for the first time in a while…

“ so um…how’re doing ? dating anyone new ? ”

“ uh ... no . no , i’ve been too busy , i guess . ” hands find their way into the pockets of his pants , eyes scanning the other’s face for any indication of a reaction . “ what about you ? ”