#rivxt

[mellifluxvs-blog]

@rivxt (from here!)

Dreaming is something he’s never gotten to experience. Sometimes he’d fantasize about sleeping, getting to participate in firsthand. Sure, he’s gotten his fair share of stories from others and the bizarre objects, situations and people who have made appearances in their subconscious mind via snoozeland. Stories usually fascinated him but the tales of something he’d never understood and maybe never would always left a bad taste in his mouth. The abstract concept of dreams filled him with wonder one moment and lying through his teeth the next.

“There was a giant slide – much like those blow up ones kids have at their birthday parties sometimes. Only the one I saw was made up of pizza.”

“Made of pizza? I find that hard to believe...” She mused over her iced coffee, her lips nibbling at the rim of the straw. “Unless of course, you went to bed hungry. Then I absolutely feed for you.” A an accidental pun, she wasn’t sure whether or not she should correct herself. So she opted for nonchalant-ness, continuing to drink before speaking up again. However, a few small, consecutive swallows and still no response on her end. The silence was chilling, but only dramatically. Jieun could be such a master of social decorum and then lose her winning streak by the simplest of blunders. Feel, not feed. How stupid! She looks back at him, trying to cover her error with more questions.

“Were there toppings? Or just cheese? I hope you dream lucidly, I would have had to immediately have my clothes cleaned. All that oil? Pah.” She snorts too quickly, causing a sudden wave of dust to enter her air passageways. A chorus of sneezes ensues.

[ariyuns-blog]

@rivxt​

여기에서.

“ damn right, i wouldn’t be willing to miss spring. i’m tired of this cold, ” she uttered in a particularly exasperated tone. her fingers were numbed by the cold and her body wouldn’t stop trembling. exhaling in subtle relief, she slipped her arms into the jacket and tugged the ends of the collar together so no cold air would dance its way under the warm fabric. her pale lips pursed as her gaze shifted to him, suddenly feeling bad for having complained for so long, for her taking his jacket probably left him as cold as she was a few moments prior. “ i don’t think she’s gonna come...let’s go inside. i don’t want you to get sick. ” with that, she wrapped a sleeve covered hand around his arm and started tugging.

[yeozus]

12 & 13

출처 :  SUPER DETAILED QUESTIONS ABOUT YOUR OCS !지위 :  ACCEPTING !

12.  WHAT IS THEIR FAVOURITE FOOD ? 

⸢  †  ⸥             the designer absolutely loathes being asked this question,  as,  in his eyes,  there are too many good foods to choose from.  high among his  virtually endless  list,  however,  is a tie between  nigiri  or  sashimi  and  bulgogi  -  though his carnivorous origins urge him toward the last option,  he’s always loved the taste of fish since he was a child.  he also loves  kimchi  and its many variations,  though most commonly he will eat it in his ramen or over rice.  though these are very basic or easily accessible dishes,  he indulges in quite a bit of  fine dining  considering his social status - thus,  he adores  caviar  and  escargot.  anything that is made with care and the right balance of flavours is highly likely to win his love,  however - and though he tends to lean toward salty,  more savoury flavours,  he has  quite  the sweet tooth.  hardly ever is his refrigerator void of french pastries.  

13.  WHAT IS THEIR LEAST FAVOURITE FOOD ?

                    vegetables.  though some,  if they are prepared in a dish he is already fond of or grilled instead of steamed or boiled,  can make his cut - it is in his  nature  to hate vegetables,  as wolves have absolutely no taste for them.  he will,  however,  eat salad that is saved by the right  (  most likely  italian  )  dressing.  save for when they are made into sauce,  he  despises  tomatoes,  and often refers to them as  satan’s testicles. 

[wiseng-blog]

"That's a damn shame." \\ (welcome to minimalist !

@rivxt

He was just walking along with him, taking pictures of things all around and he wasn’t really listening what he was saying to him. “Hmm? what did you say?” he mumbles out, suddenly turning his head to look over at the other. “what’s a shame?”

[kaikarie-archieve]

rivxt :

He had to school a smirk that threatened to decorate his lips, so so tempted to answer with a specific blood type as an inside joke to no one but himself but he wasn't foolish enough to blow his cover to a total stranger. Still, an oxymoron of sorts couldn't hurt. "I like dry humor."

She wasn’t exactly sure what his smile meant but she didn’t care either. Work was busy and the bar was piling up with people. So she had to make sure she’d serve everyone before hearing his words. A laugh was now hovering her lips. Dry humor? Now that was something new. “Is that something for bad jokes?” She asked in hope he would understand what she meant. Soon she was serving him a drink. “Here it’s on me, dry guy.”

[trouvxilles-blog]

Dear future me

Send me one “Dear—” and I’ll write a letter to this person.

dear terrence terry,

you fucking asshat.

did you actually go to the army? did you finally decide to stop being a fuck-up? how many people did you get into a brawl with so far? did you cut down on your caffeine addiction or did you finally go into cardiac arrest? did you finally listen to the doctor, because let’s be real, i’m not about to. we don’t have a problem. they have a problem.

dear future terry, how far along in the future are you? do you even exist?

either way, whatever you choose or whatever happens, i hope you’re happy and doing well better wherever and whatever you are.

with love,past terry.

[mellifluxvs-blog]

@rivxt​ (from here!)

Simply nodding and following her lead, he moved carefully as she guided the pair along. Numerous ice patches littered the sidewalks that they had to step around to get to the cold, stark bench. “You’re a fan of parks, I guess?” He mused aloud. Though the majority of the season’s harsh conditions had passed, it was still winter. ‘She must be a fan of the quiet,’ He thought to himself.

“A fan?” she repeated, unsure of what he meant by the question. Small talk? Or perhaps he’s just trying to fill the air. There hadn’t been much talking between the two of them. She knew that if she were to start talking, she might not be able to stop and then overindulge. So for the occasion, she opted for silence, not wanting to spoil her own surprise. But was she a fan? She certainly enjoyed them, but to be a fan she assumed you had to frequent them to the point where all the leafs had to have their own names, personalities and of course, families. However to Jieun, they possessed none of these things. It was a park, she’d been there once or twice-- at least three times, making this the fourth. “Yeah, you could call me that. I know this place like the back of my hand.” She replied, just barely missing the wrath of a low hanging branch. She let loose a nervous giggle, aware of her own fault.

“Are you excited?”

[kaikarie-archieve]

"You're not my type."

Maybe back in a while she would be offended and somehow a little shocked. She always had confidence about her looks even if she knew her personality wasn’t the best. Not that she wasn’t sweet or well behaved. But she was a bit complicated. Nonetheless, she always felt pretty and before hearing this would make her behave wrong-ish. But today she wouldn’t behave that way, she didn’t have the right to do so nor did she feel that confident about herself. 

“I can’t be everyone’s type.” She said in a hum while pulling her hair in a pony tail, starting to wipe the counter. The night was getting old and the few people left on the bar were already starting to leave. Marie was in an awful mood and even though she was trying to keep herself cheered up but some words seemed to break her down easier than before.  “But do tell me..” She began to speak as she tried to look a bit more cheered up. Avoiding her lousy mood. “What’s your type then, enlighten me.”