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ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
THANK U FOR THIS MY LOVE <333
ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
thank you for sending this in! oh man oh man, i didn’t really expect this. right back atcha! ♥
ROLEPLAYER APPRECIATION TIME: IT’S TIME TO TELL SOME OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS THAT YOU ACKNOWLEDGE, AND APPRECIATE THEIR WORK; LET THEM KNOW THAT YOU LOVE THEM. SPREAD THE LOVE TO 10 OF YOUR FAVORITE BLOGS, AND IF YOU DON’T HAVE 10, THEN JUST SPREAD IT TO THE NEXT 10 ON YOUR DASH ♥
thank you!! I’m a favourite of yours??? I’m jolteon shocked but very thankful <3 you’re one of mine too because DANGANRONPA and you write so eloquently I can’t
☆ + What sacrifices have you made or would you make to get what you want most?
send me ☆ + a question and my muse will have to answer it truthfully with absolute honesty
:: — a c c e p t i n g ;
❝ What I want the most is to be known for my music and in order to get that I sacrificed the mundane, normal lifestyle. I don’t get recognized all of the time but I knew going into this that that was the ultimate sacrifice I would end up making. I knew early on that the smaller things, the stuff people don’t usually think about, they would be the experiences I might have to give up at some point. Right now it’s exciting if I get recognized on the subway or someone asks for an autograph but I guess you always wonder what it would be like to not have that. Maybe not now, since I’m still reachin’, but if I get to where I wanna be I’m sure I’ll have days where it’s a little overwhelming. At the end of the day though, a sacrifice is like... that double-edged sword? It’s that thing that you knowingly give up for the thing that you really want. It’s one of those moments where you could complain about it but I just sorta wonder why? If you gotta complain about it then it means you ended up exactly where you wanted to be — you made it and you’re lucky.
continued. / @obsidvn
“ bitch. “ she hisses.
oh, forgive her. she doesn’t mean it. “ are you makin’ spooky jokes at me ? god-damnit. that’s just EVIL. “
her head dips and she’s wrapping her arms around herself, a gesture of self-pity she conveyed way too often. mumbling to herself, she let’s out an over-exaggerated sigh, propping her chin up on her palms. “ why do y’ hate me ? “
•••!! there was a reason jiho had never been allowed in the kitchen as a child. too curious. too tempted. too inclined to grab whatever she could and toss it in a bowl. maybe throw it in the microwave for a few seconds. just to see what would happen. idle hands and all of that (reason number seventy-five why she’d been tossed into lessons at the age of nine). drinks? much the same. a little bit of this. a little bit of that. just a dash of something extra.
did she know the names of anything she’d tossed into that glass? well– maybe a few. and that’s a strong maybe. that didn’t keep her from acting offended. it never actually does.
❛ are you trying to insult my drink mixing skills? ❜ hand placed dramatically over her heart. mouth agape and eyes wide. yeah, she wouldn’t be winning any oscars anytime soon. but if exaggeration happened to become an olympic event anytime soon? sign her right up! she’d bring south korea the gold without even an ounce of effort. ❛ listen– ❜ make that the gold, silver, and bronze with how animated she suddenly became. so unnecessary. just the way jiho liked it. ❛ this right here? it’s a gift. no one else is EVER going to experience this. savor it and remember that taste on a rainy day! and count yourself lucky. ❜
sure, the concoction appeared to be some nondescript grungy yellow. were those chunks floating to the– no, it was better not to think about it. either way she’d made it with her own hands. with ingredients she’d borrowed (also see stolen) from the store one cloudy day. she deserved to be proud!
whatever the hell fusion it was Jiho had... (well, tried couldn’t exactly be the correct term in this instance) took it upon herself to embark on, didn’t exactly give off the most pleasing and inviting of aromas, though were it to be deemed just that little too impolite for Changkyun to pipe up on the fact matter? whilst the duo hadn’t known one another for a particularly lengthy period of time, the male found Jiho’s companionship to be one of those he treasured most. in said time slot, he’d found her to be a kindred spirit, hating pretty much everything, yearning for the worlds end; as they’d spent hours discussing the evening they met coincidentally, yet, Changkyun knew there was something amiss and that at his own peril, should he ever unintentionally piss Jiho off, then in his mind, there was at least a 100% chance of him being castrated-knee stomped-skull crushed and gutted from head to toe. (yeaaaah. she gave him serial killer vibes, honestly) so pertaining to a well thought out NOPE I WON’T BE THAT GUY, Changkyun’s lips tightened to fend off a stupid, moronic grin, nodding a couple of times in agreement. “No--- I mean... I’m not saying your bartending skills are a little off, I’m just saying that maybe you should take the first sip to seal it with your approval?” However no words needed to be uttered in the fleeting moments following, Changkyun knew there was a little to non-existent chance of him getting away without trying some of her brew. “--but okay, I will do this as your guinea pig. May I?” Gesturing to the cup before him, taking only the minuscule moment granted where she didn’t appear to be looking through his soul, he inhales sharply, feeling something far fatter than a frog atop of his throat at the impending poisoning...
― continued from here ❣ @obsidvn !!
【―💫 ❞】okay. that was fucking rude.
krystal couldn’t help but feel a bit insulted by the other’s outright rejection- more like dragging- of what she was wearing- a simple, day-off lazy outfit of an old band tee, a flannel sweater, dark jeans and converse. though usually she would appreciate bold honesty in a person, she wasn’t someone who was used to being told negative things about her appearance at all, much less right to her face like that.
it pissed her off, and yet intrigued her at the same time.
❝ it’s alright, i suppose ... what can you expect from someone who doesn’t usually dress herself, right ?? that’s why they pay someone to do that for me. and i just can’t be wearing louboutins and gucci every day, not just out on the street. ❞ a light laugh left her lips, and though she’d always considered mentioning her financial status to be a downright bitchy move, the interaction left her feeling the tug to defend herself. but that stupid need to always be nice led her into a compliment, instead of another dig.
❝ i uh- actually appreciate the honesty though. kinda nice when someone doesn’t just bullshit you. ❞
@obsidvn has been cursed
The days are no longer long. Summer has been and gone. Days were shorter now. There was more time for the darkness to come out to play. Despite this little fact, Willow found that the day, unfortunately, had begun to drag. She was bored, though her profession wouldn’t let her show it. To the public, she was wise, caring, enigmatic, leader of lotus: Willow. She had an image to uphold, and for the most part, she did a good job. No one suspected her true nature, and if anyone ever did find out, she’d make them forget anyway. See, it’s not that hard to wipe a persons memory, or alter it when you’ve got magic running through your veins, and the book of shadows in your attic. Willow sits with her back straight, and her reflection staring back at her. It smiles, although she does not. Yet still, she is bored. Hair and make-up. It was supposed to relax her before she’d head out to preform with her sisters Eloise and Nami. It was supposed to soothe her, but she didn’t want to be soothed. She was bored, and she wanted to play. The backstage area however, was filled with dutiful workers, too afraid to have a little fun. Breathing out a sigh of complete and utter boredom, Willow lifts a hand to twirl at a strand of her hair. Around, and around, and around it goes, constricting, squeezing, turning her pinky blue with how tight she’d coiled it. It almost makes her laugh, to watch the colour drain from her skin, to feel the numbness creeping across her digit. She’s rudely snapped out of her daze by her managers intern gently tapping along the slope of her shoulder. “M-miss Willow...” he stammers, overflowing why shyness. Willow gets bored of his demeanour quickly, and demands an answer with a sharp stare. “the make-up artist we had originally called in was involved in a car accident--” he’s cut short, by the witch holding up the palm of her hand. A car accident? How, e x c i t i n g. she thinks to herself, though her spoken words convey a different emotion. “Is she okay?” the boy offers a weary smile and shrugs his shoulders. “she wasn’t wearing a s-seatbelt.” he drops his gaze and pushes the bridge of his horn rimmed glasses further up his nose. “b-but we got someone else in for you” he clears his throat and gestures towards a young girl. Fiery orange hair, slim build, mischievous features. Willow approves before he even gets to continue and beckons the girl over with the curl of her index finger and a compelling smile. “Play with me.” she goads.
