#quislvr

[spoiledsovls]

if you're still accepting, quislvr

MY OPINION ON:

character in general: it’s been a while since we roleplayed (my fault. i still need to change that one thread of yours..) though i generally don’t interact with oc idols (ah.. don’t take it personally it’s just hard for me to think of plots for hye and them.) we made it work somehow. besides hye’s interactions with him, i could see that he could interact well with others. that’s good! i like that because hye has trouble with that-- as you can see.how they play them: i think they do a good job at roleplaying them! i don’t know what else to say because it’s been so long (and again that’s my fault ; _ ;)the mun: they’re sweet to me-- even if we don’t talk that much anymore. when we did, they would want to take care of me because i’m a baby haha. i know one memory i have with them is that it was my birthday last year and they put /my/ name on a birthday cake? i was really touched.. like wow. we talked lots back then, i would hope we can talk more now that it’s hitting summer again.

DO I:

rp with them: not right now.want to rp with them: mm!

WHAT IS MY:

overall opinion: i do recommend roleplaying with them and checking out their muse. he’s a rapper (if i remember) and i used to have a rapper muse (ishhh) and i guess i just have this?? i don’t know how to explain it.. i like it when other muses are like my muses because they can relate. i guess that’s what i was trying to say! 

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

[spoiledsovls]

( ✉ → sms ) i dropped my pzziza o nt eh floror im fuckgin pissed

text message starters! ( x )

(sms) okay but why are you texting me when you should be cleaning it up?(sms) actually nvm i would text you too(sms) because shit that’s depressing but...(sms) pics or it didn’t happen!

[caiseboli]

quislvr:

      “Don’t touch my hair.”

if there’s anything yeonha is good at, ( besides parkour, literally the majority of sports, and stuffing away churros or any type of food at all ) it’s finding loopholes. the world’s tallest weasel, that’s her. “i won’t.” a shrug of her shoulders, it’s nonchalant, as if his single statement of disagreement and refusal means immediate submission. there’s no expansion right away, she trails off and gives dorian the benefit of the doubt, lets him have a moment of peace to think it’s been given up on and forgotten. that he can breathe easily, without fear of the girl suddenly appearing in front of his face with a scissors. feigning genuine distraction, she delves further into the process of going through with an activity she’d quite literally planned ahead. there’s a tote bag on her shoulder, but all that’s in it is her phone, wallet, and an electric razor. yeon’s good at acting like she’d carried a lot with. rummaging through, tossing the three things around like she’s tearing the place up. 

then comes the plot twist, and she’s pulling ( i’m sure you can guess ) a specific, probably should’ve been expected item out. masked with both hands, she doesn’t let him see just yet. not until she’s up on her feet and by an outlet, plugging it in, turning it on. the loud noise surely grabbing his attention. and though probably dangerous, she holds it up and shakes it around for emphasis. like letting him know she’s really this fucking extra and completely serious. “i’ll be touching the razor instead. come here. you need a haircut.”

[spoiledsovls]

❝ I hate that with every fiber of my being. ❞

“sorry. not really.” mind you she hasn’t talked to dorian for months. here they were, back in the dance studio where they last left off. she didn’t really need to work on a dance piece anymore but it was nice to have his company. kind of. she drifted apart from a lot of people due to her lack of communication. she can take blame for that. she knew that he hated the way she lacked facial expressions during her piece. it made it look dull. it made it look like she didn’t want to be there yet when he did it-- the anger explodes. the anger that needs to be there and the right amount of gloom. dance is a story built with your body. it includes the little features on your face, as well.

she tried and she failed. it was the same, god-damned resting bitch face she’s had on ever since she hit the age of thirteen. there’s a sigh. she wants to get angry, but she doesn’t feel it. it’s not genuine. it’s fake. she needed to stop balling her fists in the middle of the song. it makes her lose her footing.

“i can’t do it. i fuckin’ suck dude.”

[svbjetarch]

❝ that one has the heart of a lion. ❞

          ♕           Let the music play…

         @quislvr

      ❅      “How do you know?" She couldn't tell, not by merely looking, watching the puppies run around, not the least bothered by the little fence, merely adorable furballs running around, tempting her to buy one, albeit knowing she wouldn't be a great caretaker, needing to leave the dog alone at home often, without anyone to watch. "Can you even say it has the heart of a lion when it's a dog? Since they're not feline..."       Carefully she held her hand out, driving her fingers through the fur of the dog closest to her, gently caressing the small animal, ruffling up white fur. "They don't look like brave dogs..."

[kwonity]

"Everything is better in the morning, it always is." || Welcome to TQ

Taeil could only think of o n e thing that he particularly enjoyed in the mornings, but he was more than positive it was  n o t  a topic of discussion with someone he hardly knew.  “The only thing good about mornings is me hitting snooze on my damn alarm.” 

[spoiledsovls]

💰

Christmas/Winter Starters (x)

💰 Our muses go decoration shopping! 

“no. your style is so fuckin’ ugly oh my god.” there she goes, being a sailor again. if hyejung wanted, she should have stayed on the oceans rather on land if she were to cuss so much over the littlest things. dorian had picked one of the more sparkling decorations to put atop his tree-- which hyejung did not know why she agreed to go with him. a bunch of her friends had asked to do things with her that week as if she had free time she could pull out of her ass. but she did since she was getting her grades together and going to clubs less often than she did before. the things that she did to prove people wrong.

“get this one instead.” she suggests, pulling on the ornament with a snow globe and a christmas tree embedded in it. “s’like... treeception. put a tree on ya tree. oh, make sure objects are as close t’the lit tree as possible so it can burn down.” and again with the insults-- she never gave people a break. all they did was be nice to her, but her immature self slips out once in a while. “y’need a topper. an’ i don’t mean the one in bed. the star topper. i like this one, iunno if y’want it.” taking it off of the rack, she shows him the star that was wrapped in gold lace with a tiny cone attached at the bottom so that it was easy to put on top of the tree. 

“what do y’think?”