#godfrye

[jinvory]

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warm and fuzzy memefor @godfrye // accepting!Hyesun wasn’t the best at cooking, but whatever the female tried to ‘experiment’ with, there was always a 100% effort. That specific day, she was inspired by a post that she came across while scrolling through twitter. 1 batch of red velvet cookies and 1 whole pan of slutty brownies, topping them all off with whip cream. “Jun, just letting you know, I tried my best to make these.” She anticipates for the other try some out, taking some of whip cream placing a dot onto his nose. “whoops, my hand seemed to slip.”  

[skylisms-blog]

haneul wasn’t having any of jun’s teasing today. her fingers combs through her hair as she attempts to glare at the man. haneul had made  an odd habit  of staying at his place, she enjoys having her limbs tangled with his. the scent of him that linger on her skin she did not enjoy the fact he knew her body like his favorite book, there was so much teasing a girl could handle before she wants revenge.  and today, jun young had gone too far. she huffs at him, still trying to seem intimidating as possible. but all she got was a deep chuckle, sitting across from him she kicks under his leg from under the table. ‘jun young, i’m being serious. i could totally be sexy. okay?” she laughs. “are you going to help me find an apartment or laugh at me because i’m trying to be sexy’ her argument was not making any sense. her childish side seemed to be on overdrive. 

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[spoiledsovls]

@godfrye.

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to get in the finals, you’ve got to get through the preliminaries. that was her mindset, as if it was some kind of competition. she had small goals that led up to the big picture: pass that essay. there was no real way to study an essay, it’s not like the prompt was given to her on the spot. but she practiced several prompts. writing essays were a pain in the ass, and for someone to read and correct them? truly, a pain in the ass. it was a given. having an essay to write under 30 minutes was nerve-wracking, especially when the only tools given were four sheets of lined paper, a pen, and the most important tool of all; the brain. 

results were released two days after, and today was that day. not wanting her grandmother to see her scores (possibly might have a huge expectation if she ever showed signs of her passing with flying colors) she logs onto the school site with the username and password that was given the day before to check scores. eyes widened when a letter score appears on her screen. usually, it would be on a 4 point basis, but they decided to switch it up. regardless, she obtained a score she thought was impossible. indeed, setting up lower standards for oneself feels great once the results are out (and they’re great.)

she didn’t even notice how loud her victory cheer was, but she didn’t apologize. she just sat down on her chair, browsing the internet again before getting startled by a voice nearby. “oh- yeah. i don’t care, knock yourself out.”

[jinvory]

from @godfrye​

Food or no food, drinking the night before is never a good idea if you want to wake up early and not sleep it off the next morning. Drinking with a female friend is also not good, especially when she tells you that she’s stolen your shirt and you have no clue what happened just after that first drink (because we, true alcoholics, don’t count our alcohol and every drink is our first.) More importantly, where has he heard this before?

Her voice is a door bell waking him straight up from the couch, only to be met with a slight throbbing. Jun Young holds the back of his head, one eye open as he shuffles off the sofa. Sleeping on the sofa is one bullet point of proof nothing happened. He checks his clothes and only spots a pair of boxers. Now he’s not thoroughly convinced. When he spots her heading to the kitchen with his band t-shirt covering her rear, he’s starting to doubt everything. “Morning? Did we — I mean.”

Waking up in a familiar place but a different perspective, threw her off. Her head was pounding, wondering what had happened last night. Turning her head to the side, she spotted article of clothing on the ground causing her to feel alarmed. However, the bed felt empty. The throb in her head wasn’t helping at all- and once she got up, looking in the mirror wondering why she was wearing his shirt. Going to investigate things further, she spotted the other laying on the couch and that’s when she remembered some parts of the night. There was a chance that nothing happened- but on the other hand there were missing pieces. Why was she on his bed? Who put the shirt on her?

Bringing the tray with an egg sandwich and coffee, she sets it down onto the coffee table for him to eat. “I was going to cook something hearty for us to eat in the morning but your fridge had nothing.” As he asked the question, a part of her was curious to how he would react if something did happen last night. Her lips curve up into a smug smile, “You know, you weren’t so bad last night.” 

[jinvory]

“I brought vodka and ice cream.”

“Woah. What’s the special occasion today?” she says, the tone in her voice lighter than usual. Hyesun wasn’t the type to drink on a weekday, but just for his visit she figured it would be the way to go since he did go out of his way to bring it all the way to her home. It had been a while since the both of have linked up, due to conflicting schedules. “I’m really hoping you intend to make a vodka shake with that.” 

Going to grab two glasses from the cupboard, she sets them onto the table then proceeding to grab a spoon for the ice cream. It was a bad idea to drink on an empty stomach, an upset stomach was the last thing she wanted; so she had placed an order for delivery a while ago. A box of chicken and pizza was on the way, and even though it seemed like an odd combination, the female was craving for it. 

[tzuchu-archived]

godfrye (if you're still doing these)

Send me a url and I’ll answer the following;; [ @godfrye ]

Opinion on;

Character in general: He’s lovely? So nice to Tzuyu, even if she’s being a little spoiled brat most of the time. Besides, I’m a sucker for your face claim, I’m not even going to try and lie about that. It’s not happening.How they play them: Your writing and portrayal are awesome, I love reading what you write, always? The Mun: I don’t think we’ve ever talked.

Do I:

RP with them: Not anymore? But then again, you’ve been gone, so that doesn’t count, not really.Want to RP with them: YES.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: I like your style and the way your muse carries himself - it’s really immersive in a way, and I always kind of get lost in the thread? Even if, go figure, they’ve barely as much as met up.

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

[nouvecu-blog]

London. Madrid. Cairo.

London: How do you take your tea?

“Oolong! Blended with cocoa, marshmallows, cinnamon, marigold petals, and bourbon vanilla. Sounds weird, doesn’t it? It’s not. It’s heaven. Yikes... Wow. You know what? That blend sounds really pretentious. I’m just gonna. I’m just gonna move onto the next question.”

Madrid: Describe your aesthetic.

“Paint stained hands, faux furs, wacky neckties, and the way the sky turns blue right before the sun starts to rise. You know what I’m talkin’ about. That moment you look out of the bedroom window and realize holy shit, I haven’t gone to bed. An unmade bed, trinket shops, neglected sketchbooks, and heavy fog in the night. I think I have my artsy guy aesthetic down pretty well.”

Cairo: Whats your favorite quote?

“I am not good. I am not virtuous. I am not sympathetic. I am not generous. I am merely and above all a creature of intense passionate feeling. I feel—everything. It is my genius. It burns me like fire.”

— Mary MacLane, I Await the Devil’s Coming.