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[haebinrk-blog]

kinda sorta unnie.

random charisma starter for @rksoojung

Haebin sat on her couch, feet over the arm rest while switching through the channels on her television with her head on Krystal’s shoulder. She had kidnapped the other for a weekend together to hang out or in her own words, to fucking chill. It’s been a while since they last spent any time together since Haebin works more than she should but for once took some time off.

They weren’t doing anything productive yet other than losing brain cells over dramas that aired the last few weeks. It was kinda hard for Haebin to really sit at home and enjoy her time not taking orders. Her body wants to get up and take the train to the cafe but she rather not get scolded by her mother.

She turned to Krystal, looking more toward the others shoulder than her actual face, “Should we go pick up some food or order in? I wanna move but then... I don’t.” Letting out a little whine like a child since she could even make a simple decision.

[fagflint]

emo about coldwave on main

[thedarcydichotomy]

@therealgamble

Brian watched in disbelief as she nonchalantly picked up his hamburger and took a bite. “Wh-what are you doing?” He asked, his face scrunching up in annoyance. “Joey doesn’t share food!!” He added, raising his voice.

She’d only been going to have that one bite. Really. But then Brian had to take offence and Darcy was never one to miss a cherry opportunity to mess with him. Locking eyes with him she gave him her sweetest smile and said, “Joey is my bitch.” 

Then took as big a bite of burger as she could get into her mouth.

[haebinrk-blog]

pink with ruffles.

random charisma starter for @chaeyoungrk

Shopping. The only time Haebin will force herself to hop on the metro and actually go downtown other than grabbing supplies.

"Do you think these ruffles will work with the blue skirt?” Haebin was showing the other a pink long sleeve shirt that looked like it was from the 80′s. Honestly she had half a mind to buy it that moment just so she could add it to her closet.

She took it to a nearby mirror and held it against her frame. Not everyone could pull it off but it really was starting to grow on her. It would really match her non coordinating style that included brands and no name tags. They were at another store before where the skirt was purchased with the reasons being on sale even if it looked a little... tacky.

But that’s how she rolled and its a surprise that Chaeyoung hasn’t choked her out yet for her strange taste. They were that kind of duo where there was always the one friend shaking their head at the other for whatever reason.

“Tsk. If only I had bigger boobs the shirt would work.” Pouting in the mirror as she looked toward the other with sad but exaggerated puppy eyes.

[haebinrk-blog]

excuse me.

random charisma starter for @rkvernon​

It isn’t often that Haebin finds herself out and about on a Saturday night with a few friends. They had just gone out to eat with some of them talking about being up others to head to a karaoke bar, All sounded fun but she wasn’t all for the drinking that was going to happen; which also meant most likely having to take them home. Even so she didn’t leave or make some excuse about work when her group of friends met with another party.

She didn’t recognize anyone but still introduced herself with a pleasant smile while everyone else was much more comfortable with each other. Haebin wasn’t awkward about these people, it was more so unintentionally turning into a form of a third wheel. It was hard to kinda push yourself into an already formed dynamic so she kinda just kept to herself for a bit.

Few hours in and while no one was drunk yet, the party was going strong in the karaoke room. Haebin was lucky enough her friends were bugging her to join in since she just got over a cold. She was pouring everyone their drink and offered one to the young man who sat in front of her. They had said hello when they first met but didn’t exchange any other words after. Right now she was a little bored so she poured a drink and placed it in front of him, “I think we are the only two that haven’t joined them in their embarrassment.” hinting at their friends practically screaming into the mic. 

“As least our ears aren’t bleeding... For now that is.” 

[nikonenad]

Georgie probably wasn’t pleased with him being in her office yet again. She had enough on her plate, so the fact that she had to clean up yet another one of his messes was probably not the most ideal situation for either of them to be in. He liked to think maybe, just maybe, he was appreciated for being less of a life-or-death sentencing sort of client. Something a little more high-publicity in a fun and innocent sort of way for the drama-fiend public to get their fix. She’d be given publicity. Attention. Notoriety. After all, all he did was try to strangle a referee - those power-tripping wannabes were always overstepping their authority. Yes, the Wasps’ seeker was knocked unconscious. And yes, he was the reason for that ... but to be fair, wasn’t that the point of Quidditch? Even eleven-year-olds in Hogwarts understood the dangers of the sport. “He’s fine anyway. Dunno why everyone is wound up about it,” he said as he stood behind her, his long arms folded in a way that made it comfortable to rest them against the top of her head. These were absolutely not the boundaries that should be set with your lawyer while you were trying to defend the fate of your livelihood, but he was too comfortable for his own good. “If I really wanted to hurt him, I would have. That fascistic fucker got the warning he deserved, yeah? It was a bad call.” He closed his eyes. Why was this so comfortable? And how long would she let him indulge until she shoved him off? “Open and shut case, innit?” He exhaled. His fingers twitched and curled in her hair a bit.

@gparkingson-esq​

[nikonenad]

There was an incident during the Magpies' latest match against the Wasps. It was covered heavily in the Daily Prophet - not only in the Sports section, but in opinion pieces as well. Niko heard commentators discuss it over the radio. He knew he couldn’t escape listening to people talk about it in the pub, either, because the pub was the best place to have heated conversations about Quidditch. He understood why they were fixating on drama within sports - reality and current events were too much to handle and distractions were important. He was just caught in the middle of everything and selfishly wished there was a place for him to go for his own escapism. Niko was in the middle of serving a team suspension sentence and was advised not to reach out to his teammates until he was allowed back onto the pitch for training in a month. Isolation weighed heavily on him. There were few moments of peace he could recall throughout his life that he could slip into as he chain-smoked and stared at the walls of his flat, and learning to ride horses with Walburga Black happened to be the daydreams that were currently dominating his mind. He wondered if she had heard about the scene he caused - the chances that she was out of the loop were slim to none. But pretending there was a chance she hadn’t heard that he knocked a rival player out cold then tried to strangle the referee that came to penalize him was the only way he could find the courage to write to her.

Burgie: I know things are different now so feel free to disregard. You’re not obligated to help me anymore.

I was wondering if you had time for another riding lesson. I need to learn how to trust again. I never knew such a connection was possible until I saw you with your horses. Regardless. I hope you and they are all doing well. Maybe we can meet for a drink and catch up. - Niko

Why was writing owls so obscenely difficult? He sounded so stiff and formal in ink - it only vaguely sounded like his own voice when he read the words back to himself - but he wanted to at least attempt to sound formal. His accent and diction were certainly lost on paper. He wanted to come off as charming, but that was probably lost as well. Regardless. He went to the nearest owl post to send the message out to Walburga Black, and he returned back to hot boxing his flat.

@blackestwalburga​