#dysphoriaxkai

[draugrxsoo]

dysphoriaxkai said: How is that admirable!

                          Because Soo wishes he could hate him, duh. 

[draugrxsoo]

Me!

Opinion on;

Character in general: Kai… He’s typist’s bias, well at least one of them. He’s my idol okay- I look up to him, but I’ve seen so many Jongin’s everywhere. He’s so overly used, but by far I think you’re the best and it’s because you’ve managed to keep me interested. 

How they play them: I’ve never  roleplayed with a vampire Jongin and how you portray him is completely and utterly perfect. How I picture a sire would be is how you explained through detail and words. You’re one of the people I really love roleplaying with. The fact that he’s an asshole towards others was a bit of a surprise..You don’t normally see Jongin’s go around killing people for their entertainment, but then again that’s how a vampire should act and you’re right on top of that. 

The Mun: You’re not my oppa, bye. 

Do I:

RP with them: Yes! Want to RP with them: I already do- 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: You’re my precious and your muse is flawless, keep him alive. 

P.s. Don’t be flattered, okay. 

[xftxsoojung]

Claimed.

Put ‘Claimed' in my ask box and I'll use a number generator to decide what you get:

6. Me for two nights

Where she had seen him before? The fable furrowed her crimson colored brows, fingers playing with a pen as she lost herself in thoughts. The expression, she knew well, as well as his fairness and his eyes; everything reminded her of someone, an old lost friend and a quite new one.

She had barely noticed she had started to scribble at her own thigh, random shapes and rather ugly ones-- but that was when she noticed. She knew him, a little briefly and he hadn't even spoken, but she knew him.

Opening up a smile, Soojung bobbed her head in a bow at the other and started to half-hid the weird pattern drawn on her leg, and half-wipe it away as her lips parted for her to speak up. "We'll have a lot to do in two days-- ah, do you like unpacking?"

[twiceuponatale]

7;

"He rolled his cigarette slowly and perfectly, studied it, smoothed it." -The Grapes of Wrath, John Steinbeck

Kyungsoo doesn't see the appeal in smoking. He doesn't quite comprehend why anyone would want to destroy themselves from the inside with agonising patience when it seems like they're always in a hurry for something. For the next train home; maybe for a chance of rain. Something.

So when the boy takes shelter from the snow at a bus stop, he's a little more than disheartened to find himself in the company of a smoker. The other man looks familiar--perhaps too familiar--but Seoul is a big city, and it seems even more so when there's snow. Maybe it's the way people take their time while walking on the streets or backing out of parking spaces that distorts their sense of space. Kyungsoo doesn't spare the stranger a second glance, instead focusing on fidgeting with the ends of his scarf while waiting for the bus to arrive, and he tries not to think about the feeling in the pit of his stomach that tells him the other male is staring at him. (He is.)

What bothers the boy most about smoking is not the risk of lung cancer or the rotting of teeth; it's the stench that smokers carries on their tongues, their shoulders, and their fingertips. Maybe it's foolish to worry about a fire breaking out when they're ankle deep in snow, but if the scent of smoke is near, the fear is even more so. As he tightens his jaw and stares ahead, resolute and impeccable in posture, Kyungsoo does his best to ignore the unpleasant scent, his eyes darting every which way in search of something to occupy his attention. Just not the smoke. Not the smoke.

"Hey."

Right when the stranger speaks up, the boy takes the first opportunity to escape and darts for the bus that just happens to stop in front of them. As soon as he's boarded the vehicle, he inhales deeply, grateful for the pungent aroma of body odour and rubber soles, and allows his panic to slowly subside with every breath. Once he's taken a seat by the window, the boy only glances at the other man one more time, just to see if he's looking back at him. He's not--but Kyungsoo thinks that's all right. He just hopes the stranger will be safe, because he catches him rolling up another cigarette on his own, eyes too focused, fingers too nimble.

For the entire ride, Kyungsoo wonders how many cigarettes that man has rolled, effortlessly graceful and frightening.

[archive4selentieun]

{ `there's a snap in his head, a sudden realization and he's fumbling to let her go, hands ungrasping around her neck as he pushes her hair back, down with attentive, careful fingers } Breathe, { `he's ordering, but he knows she cannot hear him in this state } I love ... I loved you, you stupid bitch. { `he's pocketing the ring, leaving for good from her life; }

Her hand was resting on his chest and when his voice trails into her ear buds and she's trying so hard to breathe but when his fingers run through her locks, she flinches out of instinct. Because she didn't want to snap and push his palm away. Monochrome hues were flickered over towards his direction, chest rising with every breath that manages to fall out. And even then her heart felt like it was stopping.

The way the corner of her lips curled into a faint smile was covered with the palm of her hand because she was left with words that should have been told sooner.

                     Loved only to be lost in the emotions after all this time.

Her eyes fell upon the frame that made his figure, steadily with time the distance between the both of them were soon to be erased. Only to become strangers instead of friends -- or even something more. They never had a label between them, that's why it was more difficult to figure what they were. Though she never complained once about it. His name was slipping out, caressing the air with a gentle whisper as if she's pleading for him to stay but he's still stepping further away from her. He's leaving. And the female didn't want to say goodbye. Every time she wanted to say something, anything it just wouldn't fall out. 

Because there was no point in saying it if she doesn't feel it any longer.

[archive4selentieun]

{ `strangles }

She didn't bother taking a step back away from him because she figured out what happened when they separated. Perhaps Naeun was being selfish for neglecting him and it wasn't out of being afraid this time. One moment she says she doesn't need him and the other time it's the complete opposite. As if she wanted to hate him but she couldn't. Fingers were resting upon the center of her neck, there's pressure building upon it. The lack of oxygen was cut off and she's falling silent still because there was no need to say anything to him. Teeth gritting, jaw clenched and her heart was racing to the point where it's beating right against her ribcage.

Blunt fingernails were scraping the skin to the point where there's bruises, splotches of red and purple that would stay there for weeks. People would grow suspicious of the scene but it could be concealed with a proper scarf, concealer and a faint smile on her lips -- if anyone were to see her ever again.

Tiny pants and soft breathes emits out but she refuses to say anything to him. Steadily, her hand was shaking it reaches out to wrap her dainty fingers around his wrist to push him off with all the strength she could muster but it resulted into nothing but staying in the position where she was trapped between death or losing conscious. Naeun didn't want to fight anymore, she constantly replays their previous arguments and it resulted into nothing but shattered glass, crimson dripping and one of them slamming the door on their way out.

Though there was one thing she needed to do, if this was the last time she'd ever see the male in front. Her hand glides on his skin, warmth against his flesh and it felt too cold. She's clutching onto the necklace from the side where his thumb was pressed against it, the chain hanging around there loosely.

A small snap rings into the air, all four corners of the room and the necklace falls onto the ground along with the ring that she gave him in the first place. Because she patiently waited for him to return once again to give it to him properly. Maybe it didn't land upon his palms or sneaked away inside of the pocket but it fell right there for him to take again, because Naeun didn't want it. She gave it just for him.

And she's pathetic for every time she sheds a tear, he thought. So the girl takes it all back for the sake of being strong. Eyes closed in attempt to remain calm, gasping for air every second because he needed to let go of her some point. With how difficult it was to breathe this point on the only thing she wanted to say one last time to Kai was--

                                                                                      "I'm sorry."

And after all this time, it finally falls out.

[kalopsiafan]

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Opinion on;

Character in general: I don't care if Jongin was my first Exo bias that kid doesn't wear socks with sneakers. Goodbye Kim Jongin. Great dancer. Wish he wore socks. Would bang.How they play them: Holy fucking shit this guy I've been following from the dawn of time because he is so quality but replies every couple centuries or so. Vampire Assassin. Something you see often in KRP. But a vampire assassin played like Kai is? A very rare find. He plays him off as almost completely apathetic but I love how there are those subtle moments and glimpses into his humanity which really turns him into what could have been an extremely flat character into, in my opinion, one of the best roleplayed assassins that I've seen in years. He's unbalanced yet so balanced and precise with everything at the same time and I absolutely love this character to bits even though I've never roleplayed with him personally. Wonderfully well written and thought out backstory to boot. The Mun: Intimidates the heckle out of me, tbqh. Too much quality writing and one too many sassy remarks on AIM updates is enough to scare me. One day I would very much love to reach that level of writing, character development, and wit. 

Do I:

RP with them: NoWant to RP with them: hell fucking yes 

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Follow if you don't mind reply speeds at the approximate rate of -420. Amazing character, one of the best in today's modern world of KPop roleplay and a very dynamic character that you should definitely be following and roleplaying with.

**Note: Mun’s answer are all to be completely honest. Don’t send url if you don’t want brutal honesty

[archive4selentieun]

We're out of milk. [ even if he doesn't drink milk ]

Leave a “We’re out of milk!” in my ask and I’ll write how our characters would behave if they were housemates/flatmates/roommates. [ s'all good nae doesn't drink milk either. this reminds me of how kai asked her to move in or something but she said no because reasons such as other girls  x ]

There's no cheerful greeting when she comes back to their place, by the time she opens the door she steps inside in hopes that he wasn't home. Which happens regularly due to his job and traveling. He can pick up the sound of the keys dangling in her grasp, the way her heels made contact to the ground and how she hums softly. There were times where she wouldn't come back the entire day due the company he tends to bring. Something she didn't want any part of because well -- she hates it. No reason would be added into it, she just does.

Guiding herself down the hallway, her chest rises with the heavy sigh that falls out of her lips effortlessly and his standing by his door, hand on the frame and he applies more of his weight upon one foot. They glance at each other for a few seconds, his dark irises wanders over her frame in curiosity. The exhaustion in the way she moves was concealed by how she flashes a timid smile and there's no emotion drawn upon his visage when it happens.

They settle upon their own rooms, silence and boredom that lingers in their bodies. She's caught up in writing, words etched upon the spaces and lines of the paper and her eyes wandered over at the phone to check if he sent a text. Which happens from time to time since they were always doing something on their own, not wanting to bother the other. Except her, when it comes to her stomach growling she might, might bother him to go out and buy her a meal or something sweet.

When hours pass by and the evening settles in. She would stand around in the kitchen, wandering around from every corner cooking for the past hour and every time Kai offers to buy a meal for them instead she declines it. The female would leave the plates on the table, sitting at opposite corners to avoid the closeness that might lure either one of them again. So they eat in silence for half an hour. Never once did they look at each other straight in the eye, sneaking a peek every once in a while to see how the other was doing.

"I got it." He says, reaching over for her plate to place it upon his own to clean up after the both of them. His fingers were close to her own but she withdraws her own hesitantly with a subtle nod in response before rushing back into her own room to tidy up after herself. His teeth would grit against one another out of irritation because the way she acts around him was irritating him, as if he would lay a hand on her in the first place.

She slips under the covers at midnight except with him right besides her. Because she just wanted to make sure he's resting for tonight. Because even if Naeun's tired, he's completely drained out even more. Her head turns towards his direction, whispering the words, "Go to sleep" and he lets his eyes come to a close. He refuses but his body complies, knocking into a deep slumber and of course, when things like this happens -- the female regrets it. So when his eyes open after hours of a decent sleep, morning arises and when he looks over to his side. It's empty, never once was he ever disappointed because he's grown used to her leaving.