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[seunghyvun-blog]

{ @luckyxena } !

❝ Fuck him, first of all. No one should talk to you that way. ❞

[krystrvn-archive]

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“Shut up, you flatterer.”

She buried her face even deeper in the bed, hiding it from all sights with her hair. It was a normal day and she just felt like she wasn’t looking her best. She knew she was hired in the bar for her looks and she would get compliments all the time but sometimes her heart did not acknowledge it. She felt dirty from inside out.

“Should I get plastic surgery?”

She mused out loud, flopping on her back and huffing the hair off her face with a small frown. It wasn’t a real question, but she just felt the need to say it out loud.

She bursts into laughter, replacing her finger with a bookmark to save her spot and placed her book on the table besides her bed. She was glad not to be babysitting her siblings since it required her to get on a transit and travel to Gwacheon-si. Pushing herself off the bean bag, she flopped on the bed beside the other. 

❝ It’s what I do besides dancing and modeling. Krystle the Flatterer. I should tell people to beware. ❞ 

She was just teasing. She had her way with words to make others flustered-- mainly when it came to the same sex cause she was never so sure how she’d made guys feel when it came to her flirting. But when she asked the question, all Krystle could do was stare at her, wondering why she had said that when she was absolutely beautiful the way she was. And of course, with the way she shows her love towards others, she showed it through violence. Though with Xena, she pinched her arm and whines. 

❝ Uh, no? It’s not worth it. I already love seeing you like this, why you wanna go under the knife for? ❞

[hvlmae-blog]

a starter, as promised ages ago! 🍊 for @luckyxena

  “Regardless of the nature, every dance is beautiful. At least, that’s what I believe.”

[krystrvn-archive]

❛ i get progressively uglier throughout the day ❜

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( &&. source. &&. sender : @luckyxena. &&. status : still accepting. )

her head snaps up at the comment, eyebrows furrowing at her and used her index finger to hold her place in her book. with nothing to do, the young dancer decided to read a book while jaeyoung decided to chill in her bedroom. she had to admit that she felt the same way she did. every morning, krys would wake up and say that she was ugly. it’s such an odd thing that females do.

looking for a soft object, which so happened to be her small graduation bear given by a relative she didn’t really like and became jay’s chew toy, she chucked it at her head. ❝ you, you fuckin’ gorgeous beautiful woman, need to shut up. i agree that we all say we get uglier as the day goes on, but right now, you are very beautiful. even when you walked through the door and flopped on my bed. and if it makes you feel any better, i’m already drooling over you right now. ❞

[cindr-blog1]

[text]: don’t need to be a dick about it

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[minoist-blog]

「△」 @luckyxena

It is one of those things that happen, somehow that explanation has a contrived feeling yet that is how it happened. Fox isn’t a native resident to Seoul so he constantly surfs the web for new places to venture into and possibly new people to meet— or draw, that suffices.

The Clover, after some minor research, seems like the kind of place for him. The club scene didn’t rave until the weekend— that was great but what to do until then? It’s midweek. Bummer.

Three weeks later, on a wednesday, the young man finds himself sitting at one of the tables, just like he had done last week and the week before that. Like some of the reviews said, the atmosphere at this establishment was a bit more relaxed. The patrons, from what he observed, come to hang out. After tedious and sometime stressful work situations, he needed a space to mellow out without going too crazy— after all there were still more work days ahead.

He approaches the bar for another drink, after scooping out the surroundings. “Excuse me, may I have a beer? Whatever you have on tab is fine.”

[jxniel-archived]

“Have you been drinking? You look terrible.”

RP starters: Concern. Status: Accepting.@luckyxena

One glass of soju, they said, only one. Every time she was invited to a late-night outing, alcohol would be involved. Her attempts to avoid drinking kept failing. Why wouldn’t she when everyone was doing that? Why didn’t she want to join the fun? Why was she such a party pooper? It wasn’t that she disliked alcohol– okay, she was before, but she learned to somewhat tolerate it as she grew older. Junhee just wasn’t much of a drinker. Did she even look like one to begin with? Perhaps, that was why everyone was so eager to see another image of her. She glared at her friends before reaching for the glass, their complaints turned into cheers in an instant. "Only one." She warned before chucking the liquid down her throat.

One of her older friends was kind enough to drop her at the complex. They must not have known that her apartment was on the fifth. Already, the soloist could barely stand. Tipsy, she was convinced to only be tipsy. Tired too, as too many soju shots would eventually make her sleep. 

But she wasn’t groggy. It just felt like everything was far too loud to her liking. 

Even the stranger’s voice was. It vibrated in her ears. Her hands quickly reached for her temples, an attempt to stop the echos from hitting every corner of her skull.

“Wh–what?” She squinted at the figure she couldn’t distinguish. The lights were too much for her eyes. Since when was it suddenly so sunny? Was the sun even out? “Ah… my head hurts…”

[parkvincents]

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WARM AND FUZZY MEME!

🐜 YOUR MUSE ‘SAVING’ MY MUSE FROM AN ‘ENORMOUS’ BUG

Vincent absolutely loved fluffy animals. He was alright with feathered and scaly ones. Insects were okay too. But the one thing he could absolutely not tolerate were spiders. There was something about them that made Vincent uneasy. So imagine his surprise when he was minding his own business- reading a book on a park bench and enjoying the shade provided by a big oak tree- and a spider drops down onto his book. 

Vincent yelps, tossing said book in front of him and unable to do much else but to stare at it in fear. Nope. He didn’t even like that book anyway. He would just buy a new one. He spends the next few seconds trying to map out the best route around the spider when a girl picks up the book and casually dusts the creature off. The monster spider scurries away into the bushes when the girl hands him back the book. 

Embarrassed, Vincent laughs sheepishly and takes it back from her. “Thanks for that,” he says gratefully, “here I was thinking that I needed to buy another book.”