#aquafoh

[illusionariesarchive-blog]

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meme: send 🙇 and i’ll reply with a muse of yours i’m curious about / status: accepting

i’m reading through your muses and i love all these girls omg. they’re cute but i would love to know more about YOOKYUNG in particular because she’s so relatable and i feel like she’d get along well with a couple of my muses too! and also HYOSUN is an absolute smart cutie i would love to interact with sometime too!! all your muses are so cute ;w; 

[lvelyglxy]

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HYO-SUN! tiny, wears black most of the time, and thinks they are super badass? SIGN ME UP! definitely have a couple of muses who’d like to poke her buttons. 

[calicoscat]

when they had told her she was to work the overnight shift, she honestly hadn’t minded. time wasn’t a big concern to her, after all – little was. if anything, she appreciated the switch-up in routine, routine being wake up, go to work, grab dinner, eat in her dingy apartment, stare mindlessly at the tv, and go to bed. past-her would’ve found ways of entertaining herself during the night, after work. an extrovert by nature, or perhaps fuelled by distaste for boredom, she had a knack for finding something to ensure she was always preoccupied. said activities tended to be more self-destructive than anything, but that was another story for another time.

however, at least for the moment, she was trying to be a good girl. the exhaustion had finally won over – exhaustion of tasting only bitter on her lips every night, of not being able to remember the night before, of being such a big mess that the only person who loved her, actually hated her – and only loved her because she could be a pet project. big enough a mess to be way-too-easily manipulated by another. finally, enough was enough. she didn’t know what she was going to do, because frankly, she was not motivated to sort out her life for her own sake. she just knew she needed to breathe, and so, she finally left it all in the dust.

so, at least for now, she was trying to be good. and that involved not being a bitch to people for once in her life – trying to make meaningful, social connections, trying to hide the fact that she was a mess. and it was going okay, so far. she was slow to open to her new colleagues, but she could talk to them without the familiar poison stinging her words. she even enjoyed her work, more or less. there was just one wrench in the plans she had made, that made her want to reach into the most bitter parts of her – the familiar parts – and cut him down. he got on her nerves, and she quite literally had to bite on her own tongue to keep her temper in check whenever he was around. and of course, she was put on shift with him. just him. wonderful.

“good morning,” she greets out of habit. then frowns. “good night. wait – oh, you know what i mean.” / @aquafoh plotted.

[lostflcwer-blog]

okay it was no surprise that the female was selfish and vain, it was a known fact but no one expected her to be selfish to the point of bringing her very own best friend down because that would be too much and up until now, there was so much hatred and resentment living and still growing inside of her heart towards her best friend, sooah. correction; ex-bestfriend. and it’s all just because of jealousy and fear that everything she was had; the fame, love and attention from people, was going to be taken away by her. she knew she had to do something before it happened.

how lonely was she to go that far? how desperate for love that she was willing to end and destroy friendship? temporary and fake love over friendship? was it all really worth it? was it worth losing the only person who was patient and sincere to her? probably. stupid, she thought. even if she wanted to change things now, there was nothing she could do for these people had her wrapped around their fingers, strangling her, making her do things without them even knowing. what people saw was them following her around when it reality, it was her following them, pleasing them to be loved.

eyes were all on her as she walked down the hallway, some were whispering and she didn’t care or more like pretended not to care with her chin up as her heels clacked through the hallway.

then she appeared and boy did the smirk on her face grow, eyes narrowing at the very sight of her rival. no wonder some were whispering, she would come across the person she once deeply cared about. “well, well, well, look who’s here.” one, two, three steps before taking a halt to look directly to her eyes. “my favorite person. so fancy to meet you here. how have you been, my dear? been doing well?” her voice sweet yet poisonous at the same time, clearly showing how fake she was towards the other. // @aquafoh