#simulapia

[caerium]

i want all the txts thank u kindly

Send “✆” for a MORNING text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] do they have better food over there? [ ✉ → min 🐨 ] more precisely, how are the burgers?[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] if its any good, maybe I’ll deflect toosent at 7:01:46 a.m.

Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] I know you’re lying to me[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I just choose to not question it

Send “☎” for a RUSHED text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] fukc ran ovr a nail[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] prob wont make it on time[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] rd 1s on me

Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] i jst discovred hte mst eaddctign ting[ ✉ → min 🐨 ]video attachment

Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] I miss your body heat next to me

Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I know you’ve told me once that if you had the chance, you’d probably choose to enlist in the military again. I remember I told you that there is nothing wrong being a solider and that you should be proud of the people you have protected [ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I just wish that maybe, if you had the chance, if you had the right support, perhaps you wouldn’t want to enlist past your mandatory conscription[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] then again, its not as if we could go back in time and do things over, so perhaps it isn’t wise to dwell on itsent at 4:23:51 a.m.

Send “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] no minwoo[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I will not do this with you againTHIS PHONE IS CURRENTLY OUT OF SERVICE(one minute ago)

Send “#” for a RANDOM text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] do you know what makes a perfect burger?[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I don’t either[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] this place sucks

Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] when are you planning on telling me?[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] how long did you think you could hide it?[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] why won’t you let me help you?

Send “&” for a LOVING text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] I know you hate it but I think you have an adorable smile 

Send “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] now that you’ve gone a few times, do you still think the therapist looks like michael? 

Send “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] hold onto your socks kid[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] they got us a dvd player for the rec room[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] an actual dvd player!![ ✉ → min 🐨 ] sure we now have to find dvds, but this is a damn good start to the year

Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] I appreciate the sentiment but I really don’t think pink is my color babe[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] wait[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] how’d I get you and her mixed up? 

Send “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

[ ✉ →min 🐨 ] like I always said, you’re not alone [ ✉ → min 🐨 ] there are still people worth fighting for[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] you just have to search for them[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I’m not the only person who will understand you in this world[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] chin up kiddo[ ✉ → min 🐨 ] I believe in youNUMBER DEACTIVATED(ten minutes ago)

[draugrxxsoo-blog]

It was a day like no other, the murderous sun shined through the window curtains of Soo’s bedroom. Filling every crevice and corner even with the tiniest bit of sunshine. In ancient times the Vampires were only allowed to walk the streets at night, because the sun burned every inch of skin off, however the most dreadful part of all…Is that the instant a vampire is injured, whether it be stabbed, shot, or in this case burned. The wound would immediately heal. The sun played a similar roll to hell to us vampires. If Kyungsoo had never gotten his ring from an old witch friend, the humans would’ve been able to take advantage of them using the sunlight. It had been almost 4 years since he had been turned into a cold hearted, blood sucking demon. 4 years since he’s been “dead” only his father believes that to be true. His mother died during his years in high school, and was blamed for her death by his father. In a way, I guess you could say Soo was relieved to be rid of that household, but somewhere deep beneath his soulless body, and unbeating heart was a bit of his humanity still latching to him. That bit of humanity wished he was still a living person, living with his dad and many of his old High school friends. Sadly, the immortal decided on his own to forget those that were once close to him, being the close friends he once had but perhaps they believe that he is still buried in his grave too.

The vampire laid awake on the bed, as he always did every night considering that his kind never sleeps. He arose from the softness which eventually grew to stiffness after laying there night after night with his eyes wide open. Within a blink of an eye Soo was already dressed, shaved and properly cleaned up for the day. Stepping out of his apartment, he took out a cigarette from the very few that are left and held it between his pair as he gazed around the early morning of Korea. He had seen the very same people walk the same streets this early morning, same turns and waves or unnoticeable acts of walking by with their heads focused on the floor. However there was a male Soo had never seen before. A male wearing a military uniform, taller than him and crossing the streets to reach Kyungsoo’s side. Of course the immortal didn’t think too much of it, perhaps there was a new person moving into the apartment complex. Either way Kyungsoo turned a blind eye and lit the end of his cigarette as he took in a mouthful of tobacco. Funny for him, the military man seemed a bit too surprised as well and found himself staring straight into Soo’s direction, stopping dead in his tracks. Almost as if he recognized him, although the vampire had a keen sense he was flipping through his memories, trying to put his finger on the other’s pale white yet clean visage. Alas, the demon finally gave up on this guessing game. It just couldn’t register in his mind,–had he seen this boy before? “Kyungsoo? Do Kyungsoo?” The other male finally spoke and it left Kyungsoo a bit shaken up, eyes widening whilst letting out a puff of smoke. How did someone know his name? Actually the real question is, how could someone know his name without him knowing theirs? His nose scrunched in disbelief, disappointed in his lack of sharpness. “I don’t know who you’re talking about. How could I know some military brat like you?” He scoffed turning away with folded arms, expecting him to simply walk away.

[lnthrixkv-blog]

旦

HEAVY BREATHING OH JEEZ SENPAI NOTICED ME ;; YOU’RE FLAWLESS DON’T LOOK AT ME I AM A POTATO

we should totally plot tho Sehun is such a cool cat and mun seems super sweet and amazing ily 

[vartouhix-archive-blog]

simulapia

It was a rare day; Vartouhi didn’t often take excursions on her own, for leisure alone. Her usual companions were all busy with this or that, and she felt too restless to wait for them to return home from their various schedules. However, she was too disheartened to go on a search for leads on a way to return to her planet. This happened every few weeks, sometimes every few days if she were unlucky. She could only take so much failure before she needed a break to find motivation again. So she found herself paying a little fee to go into a museum and distract herself with art, hoping that perhaps one of the works would reinvigorate her spirit.

At first, her feet shuffled from piece to piece, unable to get into it. The section of local art had some gems, but a lot of it went over Vartouhi’s head. She was no stranger to symbolism, but as she wasn’t well-versed in most Earth things, a lot of it was lost on her. She didn’t start perking up until she wandered out of that section and through the modern art section, into classic art. That was when her eyes went wide with wonder as she evaluated each on concepts such as composition, color, style, etc.

It was a weekday, and the middle of it, at that. As such, the halls were practically empty. Occasionally she’d pass another person, but no one seemed to linger on the pieces as long as she did, so there was no opportunity to talk to anyone. Finally, she rounded a corner and spied a man about her age, and she slowed to a stop. Vartouhi stared, heart pounding a little harder just to be in the same vicinity as someone that attractive. 

Running her hands through her hair one at a time, she made sure it was falling the way she preferred it to, and began to view the paintings. She went a little faster than she usually would, casting (what she thought were) furtive glances at him to see if he’d already left to another room. Finally, she was at the painting adjacent to the one he stood in front of, and the princess gave it what she deemed a long enough look before turning her attention to the other, looking back and forth between him and the artwork a few times. “Ah... you’ve been admiring it for a while,” she observed timidly. “I just wonder, what must a person be thinking about it, to look at it for so long?” With a soft laugh, she added, “Or have you simply slipped into your mind and forgotten yourself?”

[alleiore-blog]

ryvta replied to: How come you left Bora?.

you’re doing great!

Awh, thank you! That makes me feel better coming from you, heh. I worry about it at least once a day. ; ^ ; 

simulapia replied:

but i love u no one else matters i love you the most my fav bora

tHANKS BUT I’M KINDA SCARED YOU’RE GONNA FOLLOW UP WITH “You’re the only bora I know tho” 

[heejaez]

★ for an IC fact (Jeong Eun)

SEND ME SOME !.

★ for an IC fact.

(; jeong. ) - she’s extremely sensitive, like, it’s not even funny. she expresses all of her emotions; anger, happiness, exhaustion, fear with crying. it’s not like she’s doing it on purpose, that’s not it at all. the tears just start flowing naturally, like it’s meant to be. maybe, she was just born with it, or maybe, something or someone added that sensitivity into her, making her look a bit too weak, a bit too fragile, a bit too childish when it comes to strangers & people that don’t really know much about her past. contraire to their thoughts, she’s actually quite strong, at least, she likes to think that she is. she’s mature, she experienced and felt things that a twenty year old lady, to be truly honest, shouldn’t have, that’s why, the way of her thinking is a bit more developed. 

[94jvn]

★ for an IC fact

★ for an IC fact, or ☆ for an OOC fact

★ - He literally can’t sleep alone and ever since they moved into a dorm together, there had to be someone who would share bed with him. Right now, after almost four years, Yibo and Seungyoun are still sharing a room, calling it “the Leo room” just because both of them were born on the same day and same month just one year apart. 

[aeraaz]

a princess will always recognize her dragon.

{ simulapia } | au > x Lightning – the megawatt smile that nature greets you with, but there is absolutely nothing friendly about the its sinister ferocity. And especially not to a child of royal blood, turned newly four. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. One. Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. Two. Inhale. Exhale. In- An explosion in the far-off distance – a sonic boom that shakes Aera’s insides and makes her teeth rattle. The storm isn’t as distant as she would’ve liked, and she drives the soft flesh of her stubby fingers deep into the damp earth. It smells musty. It reeks of fear. An overwheming sense of longing to rest her cherubic cheek upon her wet nurse’s snug bosom has her eyes watering, but the Queen does not like her child to cry, and cry she does not. 

She allows herself a shaken whimper and then she takes flight once more deeper into the primordial forest  – and this time, she welcomes the rain even as her the viscous mud seems to have taken a stubborn liking to her boots. Enthralled, she stares down at its sticky form and wonders if it will devour her fragile little frame whole. The rain is a hindrance and it plasters ebony locks flat against supple porcelain and renders her sight nearly useless but the noise envelops her into its white embrace and shrouds her from the rage of Zeus. She feels safe, and she finds that she quite likes that. Her toes get caught on a root and she stumbles forward with all the grace of an untrained ostrich. And down the rabbit hole Alice went, tumbling irreversibly into the world of Wonderland. The first thing Aera registers is agony. Cuts and bruises litter the expanse of her pint-sized form, some scrapes nastier than others. They sting, and pain erupts in a firestorm all across her body, a swathe of nasty sharp sparks burning up the breath in her lungs. The storm has drenched her, and it is so cold that her cheeks scorch with the flames of ice. Tears run in steady streams down her ruddy cheeks, red as autumn apples, and hiccups spill from her parched throat. With a start, her inquisitive little mind registers that she has fallen deep into some sort of underground cave, and she no longer feels the raindrops numbly pelting against her skin like a torrential battalion of arrows. She is also no longer outside in the storm, exposed to the terrifying elements of lightning and thunder. She has escaped from that which she fears the most. Her tremulous sobs slow. Aera’s hiccups come to a complete halt, however, only when she notices the beast, lying dormant in the depths of the cave it now calls home. Astonishment prickles her insides and she takes a tentative step forward, and in this very instance she realizes that the dragon, much like the ones lushly illustrated in her storybooks back home, has taken notice of her as well. 

Its eyes, the windows to its soul, are in fact openly warily watching her every move, and the royal-born has to stifle the urge to laugh, because they seem to hold all the secrets of the universe and absolutely nothing at all, all at once, and that contradiction is breathtakingly beautiful to Aera. 

In fact, it seems to be biding its time, poising at the ready for an attack, but a four year-old does not yet know the meaning of trust and neither does she know what it is like to have it shattered. And as such, with all the innocence and fiery curiosity that only an untainted child could possess, she approaches as if in a trance, laughing gaily, and demands of the beast:

Inhale. Exhale. Inhale. She clears her throat and puffs out her chest and attempts to seem as grown up and stiff as the Queen is, but the end result probably comes across looking rather comical.

“Good evening, Mr. Dragon. What is your name?”