#grapesvda

[remilisce]

          “ sir, for the last time, i CANNOT install a new oil filter by today. we have to order the appropriate parts for your type of car. you will have to wait until tomorrow to pick up your car. “ the hardest part of working in an automotive repair shop is not the machines but the people. it took all of remi’s willpower to not roll her eyes at this returning customer. she hates the days she works the desk. she belongs in the garage but her boss LOVES to see her struggle.

however, an audible sigh breathed through the nose once the bell hanging from the door did it’s jingle. fantastic. another customer. with a forced, welcoming smile, she greeted with a bow. “ how may i help you? “

ft. @grapesvda

[kyvni]

‘ it’s okay, you put up a good fight. he kicked your ass, but you put up a good fight. ’

STRANGER THINGS SENTENCE STARTERS

A cloud of white smoke could be seen trailing off into the sky as Leila sighed in discomfort. Public endeavors were dealt with under strict circumstances, using such abilities would expose her to the world and she had no intention of ever leaving Seoul. Soreness could be easily seen throughout her features as the right palm of her hand pressed up against her left shoulder, rubbing it slightly. “How sarcastic. He swung his cheap ass tote bag at me while I wasn’t looking then hit me because I was in the way.. supposedly.” Continuing to whisper swears under her breath, rolling both eyes in annoyance. It was annoying to know how society worked, the fact that respect was simply given considering you were older grew more and more aggravating. In Leila’s mind If circumstances actually worked as such, she would’ve been treated with the utmost highest respect there is. 

“If I hit him back, I’d surely go to jail and be considered a delinquent. Better yet why didn’t you help me? You just stood there.” The ongoing depiction for the past couple of minutes became quite tedious, she never felt physical pain- the tolerance of her abilities exceeded to probably getting hit by a high speed train. Though the center of her troubles started and ended with this particular conversation. “How are you going to make up for it now huh?”

[gvniuskid-blog]

"So how old are you again?"

Jay was perched upon his counter top with a bowl of popcorn in his lap. He had been mindlessly popping each piece in his mouth with little realization that he had dazed out looking at the little puddle of spilled milk on the ground. He couldn’t be bothered to clean it up, so he had let it stay there with the intention of letting it dry on it’s own. That was earlier in the day. He lifted his head up and pointed it in the direction of his friend but his eyes were still settled on the puddle because, for some reason, he couldn’t look away from it. He was too stuck in his own dazed feeling. “As many times as Jiwon has fucked women this year... and it’s only February.” He paused, finally letting his eyes fall in his friend with a small cheeky smile. “24.”

[heiyong]

💟❥♡💚

@grapesvda ​: ask meme

💟: what are three traits that my muse looks for in a partner?

↳ Humor, confidence, and loyalty.

❥: what is my muse’s ideal date?

↳ Anywhere where her adrenaline is pumping, like an amusement park, or haunted house is perfect for her since she can feel a lot from the environment and enjoy herself like normal people would. She also enjoys rollerskating and exploring.

♡: how does my muse act, consciously and/or subconsciously, around people they are romantically interested in?

↳ Very shy, and though she seems scared of someone else’s touch, she doesn’t mind at all if it’s from someone she likes. She’s more attentive and tends to make them feel special without trying, and even if she’s running away from their affection, she doesn’t hate it at all. It’s just her defense mechanism. A plus is if she can’t run away from them at the moment, she’ll have a mental conflict right in front of them without telling them the reason is them. (ex. covering her face, opening a fridge and sticking her head inside it, going cross eyed while they’re talking to her or shaking her head a lot. ) 

💚: how does my muse feel about love? about falling in love? about being in love?

↳ Answered here!

[opheliade-archive]

👻🐦🐹🎊

👻: which is your most mischievous muse? 

as mentioned, i think it would be sin. he enjoys ruining other people’s day and likes playing terrible pranks on people. he’s competitive in every way possible so if he were to see someone pull some mischievous joke, he’d try to one up that.

🐦: which of your muses is the vainest? 

this would be between sin and viktor. one is the number one in his class in every training test, the most efficient mutant, god killer, best looks. he thinks extremely highly of himself. the other is a vampire with centuries of experience, knowledge and much more. it’s a battle between pure cockiness and age and well, sin would win and be the vainest.

🐹: which of your muses is the smallest? 

for girls, it’s ophelia. for boys, it’s kai. he may not be the weakest, but he’s the shortest.

🎊: which is your favorite muse? 

kai, mainly because i’ve had him the longest.

[gvniuskid-blog]

@grapesvda ; replied.

“I can’t help it, you look…” Hanbin stares at the other brandishing one of his ties from out of clear custom case. He couldn’t help but to think that a bow tie would suit Jay more, so much better than the tie thats length falls just barely to the top of his belt buckle anyway. “Like you’re trying to sell mattresses, and it just ain’t working out.” He reached out to push his fingers through the other’s hair, only stopping to take a small bit of that pomade he kept at the end of that case in a neat row, and rubbing a bit of it between his fingers before they’re back at work. “But, wait, wait. Here, look,  when you wear a tie like that, you gotta show ‘em you mean business,” he couldn’t help but to smile a bit as he sculpted Jay’s long hair to part at the other side, showing more of his face in that wide floor length mirror. “You’re damn cute as hell, who’s gunna burn through some stocks now, huh?,” he cocked his head to the side a bit to give his friend’s new look a once over, pulling a black suit jacket from off the hanger to rest on the others shoulders. “I mean like really set that shit on fire.”  He slapped his hands together, raising an eyebrow, holding up those fake hand guns. “Cock your guns, Bond.”

Of course, he could have looked a lot worse. It wasn’t that Hanbin’s style didn’t suit him nor was it the fact his hair was pushed back for once because he truly found himself very ravishing. It was mostly due to the fact that he had the buttoned-up shirt pushed so far down into the slacks that it reached close to his knees; not to mention that he had been forced to roll the pant legs up so they wouldn’t drag across what he had hoped was a clean carpet. He felt like a toddler playing dress up in his father’s expensive clothes. None of this showed on his face and yet he wore the tiniest of smiles on his lips when his friend held up finger guns. He raised his hands the same way and narrowed his eyes rather playfully. “Watch out.or else I’ll trip on ya’. Pew Pew.” He pretended to fire his little handguns before attempting to walk over to his phone that was charging in the corner. He had his hands clutching the loops of the pants to keep them from sagging off while he walked. “I’ll become the manager of my own successful mattress store and you’ll rue the day you said it wasn’t working out.” He frees a hand to unlock his phone with a finger swipe. He was on call for the store; nothing yet.

[tearedrops]

starter for: @grapesvda > mija + hanbin.

               she’d planned herself a long , boring day of studying . of crying in the darkest corner of the library over the beauty of celestial goldfish & her crumbling education . of eating crispy seaweed & watching the office on her phone that she hides perfectly behind opened text books . but what she hadn’t planned for is seeing hanbin - the cutest man on earth - on her way to pick up some food . & who was she to pass up a non-existent invite to join him ?? & so she skips towards his table , plopping herself down across from him as her elbows come to rest atop of the table top , hands playing the role of perches for her soft cheeks as she gazes across at him , pigtails a little lopsided as she grins .

               ‘  hiiii !!  ‘     dial down the excitement , mija .     ‘  - how’s my faaaavourite man doing , huh ?? eating all by your lonesome ?? that’s a criminal offence .  ‘

[soeuvre-blog]

starter for @grapesvda​ !

       the heels of sora’s feet give the impression that they’re on fire. after four hours of clubbing, and a “few” drinks, she finds herself walking down a street in the heart of seoul with an awkward limp, wincing with each step. a few hours ago she was able to pull off a sultry walk in these heels, but she sure doesn’t feel sexy now. usually the regret after a night out doesn’t present itself until the next morning     for sora it arrived two hours in. silently, she wonders how she could be so irresponsible to spend all of the cash she had on her on drinks, and didn’t save any for a cab ride home. it’s not safe anywhere for a woman to walk alone at night. even though there’s plenty of traffic in this busy city to witness it should anything happen, she can’t help feeling paranoid. hoping to go unbothered the few blocks to her apartment, sora keeps her head down and her arms folded across her chest.

        soon enough, footsteps can be heard approaching her from behind, causing her heart beat to become more rapid in anxiousness. unable to pretend as if she doesn’t hear them, she’ll have to confront the person. if he comes up behind her she’s done for. of course, she’s only assuming it’s a guy, but as she whips her head around to get a glimpse, it sure enough is. before he can even get nearer, she raises her fist ( her drunk behavior ) in an attempt to appear tough; to convey that she’s no woman to prey on. although, certainly her stagger doesn’t back up that image. ❛ don’t come any closer, you creep!  ❜  the words are slurred, and she’s digging herself further into that hole of ‘easy targets’.