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This is not a follow forever… no. As I don’t even follow some of the people I’ve listed off and I do that elitist ‘unfollow after a week or two of inactivity depending on our interactions’ thing. Instead this is an appreciation post to everyone who has contributed to my growth as a pseudo writer and a roleplayer through the pitiful 3 years (give or take since I take lots of hiatuses) that I’ve roleplayed Miss Jennie Kim, trainee of YG Entertainment. Not only is today a holiday, but it also is coincidentally the day I reached 200 followers. I don’t care much for the count but I thought that was cool. I got it on Christmas day, yay! Everyone seems to be doing such posts as well, so I thought might as well hop on the bandwagon!

I wasn’t planning to be here for today or other days relevant to today but because of the few people who kept my muse in their thoughts, in introspection I decided I’ll at least reciprocate in some way even though I lack the spirit. Christmas this year isn’t the happiest for both the muse and mun so I apologize if I’m writing this when I’m not in the best of moods. Nonetheless, I do genuinely hope everyone else is enjoying their holidays.

* none are in particular order.

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#( .treasures )#(( idr my tags but I'm gonna keep this here for memories ))

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lucky figures one day he’ll stop running into people who look so confused when they’re around him. it’s starting to get under his skin, bit by bit. and he doesn’t know if it’s the stink of foreigner on him or the fact that he’s got blood on his hands but it’s getting harder and harder to just let it rub off. lucky swallows down whatever snappy comment is sitting on the edge of his tongue and tries to figure out how he can be rational about this. he was helped out of a tight spot after all. but to say he’d just as soon break the guys knee caps and keep it moving and feel better wasn’t a lie. maybe he hadn’t gotten all the adrenaline out of his system yet.

“…that’s not korean? right?” he wants to seem like he knows it isn’t but he’d be lying. the words ( or names rather ) all sound just as foreign to him as they would to anybody who hasn’t been in the country long enough. and he feels that this is one of those times where he really should’ve been listening to his grandmother when she was trying to teach him about his heritage and everything. “right okay, takeshi. cool.” and he stumbles over the name, his pronunciation just the slightest bit off. but he nods his head in approval anyway. it was a start. a show of faith at least.

and that’s it. lucky doesn’t know anything about him. hasn’t been overseas long enough to know who he should fear and who he shouldn’t. and it’s what makes him so dangerous. there’s never a fear of consequences when he let’s himself loose. just reward. “yeah. let’s get out of here. maybe i can find a place to get the blood off my hands.” he stares down at the dried bits staining his knuckles. it’s said so casually, the whole of this conversation is odd. like this was normal everyday life for the both of them. lucky’s starting to think he’s found a kindred spirit in takeshi. “know any place close by?”

takeshies

He thought about narrowing his eyes at the male, but figured that would’ve made the other feel more uncomfortable and alert than he needed to be. So Takeshi nodded his head instead, a wiry smile sitting on his face that he’s not too fond of because of its lack of honesty and friendliness. The number of times people had asked him about the origin of his name had escalated to a number he didn’t really want to count to anymore. He’d lost track a long time ago anyway. It’d only been a little bit over a year since he moved to Korea. Surely there was something people could say to him than that, right? Unfortunately for him, that wasn’t the case for the most part. But he wouldn’t blame the male for it. With the number of times he’d traveled from country to country, he was already used to the almost robotic response. So he grinned to replace the sad excuse for a smile and this time it feels more natural on his features.

“No, it’s definitely not Korean. It’s awkward on your tongue, yeah? You’ll get used to it eventually, probably.” There’s a contemplative look on his face when he heard the other repeat his name. A nonchalant air to the way he says it, but at that moment, Takeshi didn’t care how he said it. It was the dead of night and the two of them were probably more tired than they wanted to lead on. But when mishaps happen, what could he possibly do than to go with the flow? Certainly not break it. That wasn’t his department anyway. He’d just follow after his Boss, but then again, Tsuna wasn’t here to do any breaking of flows. He was alone here. His decisions would impact him and everyone around him directly and indirectly. He had to be careful even when he didn’t want to be. For now though, he’d just go with putting a little faith in Jaebum. Why? He didn’t really know. It just felt right. Trust had to start somewhere even if it was in the oddest of places.

“There’s a small bar that’s opened right now. A bit private and exclusive, but I’ll get us in.” He smiled then and this time it was more honest than the first. If Takeshi wanted to be like his old self, he had to at least try, right? He couldn’t just brush off people or make half-hearted comments to people he could possibly consider his ally. He’s the first of the two to start walking out of the alleyway and into the open street. He rummaged through the pocket inside his coat and pulled out a napkin, one that Chrome had gifted him before he left for his mission and tossed it to the male. “Try getting some off while we’re walking. Don’t look too suspicious though. Do it freely like it’s paint you accidentally got on your hands or something.” He laughed at his comment before jamming his thumb to the right. “This way.”

#「言葉」#luckiied #( whoops this took longer to get to than i wanted. my b my b )

There was something about finally telling the truth that never sat right with him. It felt dirty and hollowed out only to be filled in with lies even after the curtains have been pulled away. It was like a white sepulcher. It was like an endless cycle of beginnings and endings and somehow, he’d always wake up remembering the endings rather than the beginnings. Maybe it’s because whenever the truth comes out, it comes out only partially. When a weight is lifted from his shoulders, he feels another burden being put upon him because really, how much of the truth could he tell before he tainted someone with his blood ghosted hands? He didn’t want to see someone so innocent turn bleak and hollowed out like he was. He didn’t want the innocent smiles to turn into lies like how some of his smiles were becoming. He wanted honest actions, one that matched his words but they were so hard to come by.

Maybe that was why he struggled so hard with feeling whole again. Maybe that was why whenever he fell short of the right words to whisper, his hands fall limp to his side and he gives up any hope in reaching out again. He falls into a cycle of hopelessness and the darkness inside his heart feeds off of it until eventually it bursts out and consumes his entire being. Maybe that was why no matter how happy and content he thought he was, something in the back of his mind was throwing away all his efforts. Because something inside of him refuses to accept him as he is. Because something is missing. Because nothing really makes sense to him anymore. Not once. Not since then. And he struggled through it all by himself because he couldn’t let his closest friends get tied down by his internal battles. He had to figure out how to get out of it himself and so far, he was always fighting a losing battle.

But at times, when he sees the smiles on the faces of those he loves, a twinkle of faith burns softly within him and he makes it his pride. He makes it his motivation to be better because he knows he can be with a little more effort. He knows that he’s never alone. He hasn’t been since he’s met Tsuna and the rest of them. He’s never been alone enough to know the darkness Hibari faced when he was young, and so he’s thankful. And the power behind that becomes a force that drives him to keep the flame within him lit rather than look away to let the wind blow it out. No, this time he’ll keep the flame lit and make it grow. He’ll let the people he loves feel what he felt with his father: warmth, comfort, and love. And that will be his driving force.

And so the bitterness he feels coming up in the back of his throat gets washed down by a rough swallow. His eyes are no longer red or wet from tears, but rather stern and steely with determination. He remembers that day well. He remembers it even more than the day he had fought against Squalo or nearly died at the hands of Kaoru. Because this day marked the beginning of a newly lit flame within him and the end of the self-loathing man he once grew comfortable being. He washed away his fears one by one and he’s fighting. He’s struggling through battles, but he’s winning more now than he’s lost. And something in him thinks he can win the war. Because what is more important to him than the people he loves and wants to protect? No one. And his determination to never let a single person die because of him becomes the force behind the clangs of his sword. Because what is more important than having the strength to protect everyone you ever cared for? Nothing.

#「感想」#( my way of showing activity but not really.#enjoy the word vomit )

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stained sorrow

take these blessings with you , takeshies

A pull of dread curls into the cave of his mouth as he drags the edges of death against his lips. Cigarettes are a cause for acrimony, built on pending suicides and black hearts and illnesses that thrive in society’s corruption. He doesn’t smoke because he wants to fill some void of bitterness that tastes like ash on his tongue and makes him swallow regret with colored drinks. He smokes because he wants to feel himself die a little, the animus of harrowing silence clasped in vices defined in a tug and pull, tug and pull, of sparks and crippled edges. The park is empty ( but two men, fully grown, clasp metal like lifelines and tuck away into childish familiarity ), and the hollow of evening feels cold against warm skin. Jongdae leans forward with his shoulders hunched, elbows on knobby knees, dragging another sinful puff of smoke into his lungs. He remembers his mother’s face, the light in her eyes, the gold in her hair, and the way she cried and smoked. She wasn’t beautiful, with her sickly pale skin, but she was unconventionally ethereal. Sorrow was the makeup of her facade.

“She was, crucified by her sickness. Told me something mad, I suppose. I don’t remember her face much but I know she always looked haunted, tired.” He picks idly at some loose string. Memories stalk him as passing shadows. It’s almost unfortunate. “You ever went to a Church at night? I did once. Just on a whim.” He closes his eyes, sees God dressed in black. “It was– I don’t even have the words. Splendid. Gorgeous. Captivating. Tragic. I saw some kids smoking outside and thought, what has the world come to? When people disrespect religious establishments. But I didn’t focus on that. I couldn’t. Not when I saw the lights of the Church fractured against the pavement, the stained glass neon in moonlight, the Lord bathed in shadows. I found it almost sad.” He smiles at the memory, opening his eyes to stare ahead. God brisk yet bitter on his tongue. He doesn’t know why he thinks of religion often but he finds some strange comfort in it.

Underneath a painted sky of oranges and reds, he turns to face Takeshi, alive yet not living, choking yet not dying, smiling yet not happy. “Would you ever go, just for a second? A glance?”

takeshies

There was a heaviness on his chest he couldn't understand, and when he placed a hand over his heart, the heaviness seemed to grow with it. It was uncomfortable, but even more so than that it felt like a parasite found its way into his heart and knitted a blanket of dread to cover it up. It restricted him, made him anxious to be in the company of anyone else. He felt it then, how the abyss in his heart made everything void of color. His life was black and white with grey skies looming over his head, a constant reminder that he did not belong in anyone's company. Not even the male sitting beside him, drowning his time here with clouds of poison. How he found himself here was beyond his comprehension. He didn’t understand it. A phone call lead to a conversation and that lead Takeshi to an empty field of green with a stone path that lead him to the seat beside the perplexing male.

One look from the weary looking male sitting on the bench made it obvious that something needed to be said. Maybe it was something he didn’t want to speak about or maybe it was, but it would lead to the eventual question that would beckon Takeshi to speak. Speak and not lie because that would be unfathomable. Because lying now would be a sin he could not ask to be forgiven for. He didn’t even believe in God, but being in Jongdae’s presence made him feel like perhaps God was indeed real. Because for a second when he looked up at the sky, he found the radiance in the dancing colors of the sky. He suddenly realized why people loved the ending of the day. There was a finality to it that people loved and people were addicted to a perfect ending for its rarity.

“No, not ever. It always felt wrong of me to ever want to go.” His truth seeped out like a star tangled in the absence of life. The mention of Jongdae’s mother made him uncomfortable. It made him feel obligated to talk about his own mother. But would he be able his to speak about his mother? The woman he never knew, but had dreams about? He wondered if he could find truth in Jongdae’s company. He doubted it, but the small speck of unprecedented faith made him trust this feeling. “I never knew my mother. She was gone before I could remember her smile. It’s strange for me to even think about her now.” A strained chuckle escaped his lips. “I didn’t know if she’s alive or not. Dad never talked about her. I stopped asking him when I realized how much pain I was inflicting on him with every question I asked. Maybe that was when I found my answer. She brought me into this world and vanished. She was a wisp of cold air that suffocated my dad before she left him.” He couldn’t say she left him too because he never knew her warmth or her cold. She was merely a dark figure in his life, tugging at the back of his mind whenever he felt drowned by darkness.

A heavy sigh escaped his lips, and he doesn’t dare to keep the conversation muted. “Of all the people you knew and could’ve called to come here, why me?”

#griefdreamer #「旅」#[ raise your hand if you suck at reply #*mun raises hand* ]

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He grinned at the other in return, all the while hoping that he wouldn’t make too big of a fool of himself out on the field. “You better! If that’s so, maybe I’ll actually be good enough to play in a pick-up game..” he laughed, shaking his head at the thought of him actually engaging in the sport. His eyes found the other dish that he had mentally noted, “I was thinking about seolleongtang and makchang as well.. But yeah go ahead, I’m good to go.” He admitted shyly, feeling a bit more timid as he remembered the story that the other had recounted earlier. Thankfully the other two dishes weren’t as pricey as the first one he had decided to order, but he had planned on sharing some of it with the other, hearing that it was one of their most popular dishes here.

takeshies

"Yeah, you'll be fine." If there was anything Takeshi learned from his training is that discouragement did a lot more damage than encouragement would ever do to a person. Maybe that was why his words were tinged with kindness. “There’s nothing you can’t do without a little sweat and blood.” The words held more truth than anything else he’d said that day. It made sense that hard work constituted results. Looking up from the table, he nodded at the male’s choices. He hummed in contemplation of whether or not he’d get something else, but figured his choice was already enough for now. “Yeah? Sounds good. Don’t look away while you’re eating then. I might snatch a few bites.” He grinned as a glint of amusement swept his dark orbs. “If that’s what you’re getting, we should call the waiter over he and order.” He waved his hand in the air to grab the waiter’s attention. “Oh, man. My mouth’s already watering from anticipation.”

#moskima #「言葉」#[ i suck at replying. my b dude ]

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❛ M A D E into violence –

selective / 18+ content / strictly literate

#「助けて」

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She hated anything that had to do with friendship. Though she wasn’t sure if it was the connection between two people when it could really be about the being itself. Maybe that was the reason why she didn’t have many close knitted friendships. Maybe some from her childhood but even so it was a little iffy. They come and go, that was all there is to it. Just like her, she appears and then she vanishes… but that was what she wanted. What she wanted from these past friendships were them to stay unlike what her family had gone through. They all left and even she did… reasons. There was always reasons why someone would leave but at the same time she felt that if any of her friendships seem to be like that— there wasn’t any point because they aren’t close enough to be her ‘friend’ and second, well… they left without saying a word or they just felt that Seulgi was a bad influence. A shrug would often be the response but otherwise it never really bothered her. Or at least that’s what she thought.

“Do you want to go out and eat? Don’t worry about you paying again because I gathered up enough money for the both of us to eat like kings!”

But friendship with Takeshi, well it was something strange. It wasn’t the closest of friends that she would expected it to be but she was content with what they had between each other. Not to mention, he didn’t know enough about her to care too much— but the lies she had spread to him about who she was… well it worked for the time being. It was a confusing kind of friendship but Seulgi liked it either way. It felt nice to act as a different person. To have some different storyline and some different attributes and dreams. Something Seulgi knew that would never be her. Or maybe this friendship was practically based on lies. Maybe that’s the friendship Seulgi liked most. Though she felt that whatever Takeshi was telling her here and there, they were all true. Maybe. And did this spark any sort of guilt? Not exactly.

“I’m positive. Plus, I owe you one for all those times you were willing to pay for me even though I keep refusing. Can’t tell if that was just etiquette or you were just being way too nice to me…”

It was what it was. And it was interesting enough that the male didn’t catch on. Maybe it was the way Seulgi laced her stories with details— actual details that corresponded with her shit story. The story of riches to rags or whatever the hell people called it these days. It was amazing if he really did eat it up and if he didn’t. She would probably be mad since he didn’t tell her anything but then again, wouldn’t that be defined as karma. What goes around (her lying about her entire story), comes around (him hiding something from her even though she specifically and basically underlines— if she could anyway, that she does not enjoy things being hidden from her). That was the pain and she wished they would never go through that but who knew, maybe it would happen sooner than she would have ever thought.

Even before the eleven months are up. Maybe he’ll find out and somehow, suddenly, Seulgi felt worried that everything might come crashing down and maybe she’ll be able to continue with her lies and everything will be alright. Maybe. This was slowly becoming a game.

So, press Start now, takeshies.

takeshies

There was a sweetness in not knowing the truth, basking in the light that lies more often than not gave to him. The darkness didn’t seem so bleak and abysmal when certain sweet lies vibrated against his eardrums. he welcomed it because it reminded him that he was no longer alone in the world; that someone out there was spewing lies just as much as he was. The world grew brighter in his dreary vision, but something about it gave him a spark of fire. It ignited within him at moments he least suspected, bringing forth a warmth he grew to appreciate despite the falsehood of it. It cradled him in its arms and brought chills through his body, masking itself as familiarity.

“Yeah, I’d like that. But what’s wrong with being nice? Hasn’t anyone ever been truly kind to you?”

The girl standing in front of him with a facade of a smile gave him a bit of that warmth he grew familiar with. He didn’t know where they stood, and though something about that gave him an unnerving feeling, he couldn’t say he didn’t enjoy her company whenever she welcomed him with it. Wherever they were in life, somehow the world brought them together again. It was as if fate was toying with them, but at the same time, wanting them to teach one another what the other would never know otherwise. He taught her truth in actions while she taught him truth in lies. Neither of them knew what the other was doing to the other until it was too late. They’d only figure it out when the other disappeared from their life entirely.

“I’d go anywhere with you, to be honest. So lead the way, pipsqueak.”

He didn’t know where they’d go, but something about following her into the abyss sounded like the beginning to a fairy tale that wasn’t rewritten for kids but written to warn those who followed absentmindedly and trustingly. But he was strong. At least he wanted to be strong. He would never let himself feel weak or even think of it like that because cruelty and misery needed only one simple moment of doubt before it crept into his body and mangled his heart. But with her fingers wrapped around his wrist with a strength he didn’t know she had, he felt content in letting his guard down. Because he believed she was a safeguard and not a guard at the door that locked him away from his happiness. He desperately clung to that belief because he knew that she was smarter than she looked, that her wisdom was only hidden behind her young eyes.

“Hey, pipsqueak, what do you say after we eat, we take a drive somewhere far away? I heard it’s meteor shower season now.”

They’d only been in the restaurant long enough to order when he came up with the idea. If there was one thing he knew about Seulgi it was that she liked traveling. Though maybe she liked traveling to faraway places more than a place that would only take two hours to drive to, he figured it was better than nothing. If he managed to get her to say yes, he would feel accomplished. She was hard to please compared to the others, but that just made her more interesting. Taking a sip from his glass of water, he let the cold liquid drench his throat in honey.

“Well, what do you say? Last minute adventures are what I live for.”

#epherials #「旅」

weary existence

The story of Takeshi and dohaeun ended in broken smiles.

Takeshi was a man of words and action. He took it upon himself to tell just as much as he showed. Why? Because he felt an urgency to keep nothing in the hands of assumptions and chance. He wanted to play the greatest role he could in the play of his life. He needed to show himself that he was just as human as he was ten years ago. Maybe he was already more human than he thought. The regret he could feel piling on his heart and the guilt flooding his lungs made it hard to breathe. He’d only just gotten over those feelings when they suddenly came crashing down on him once again. maybe it was because of his undying desire to keep everyone one happy at the expense of his own mirth. He swallowed thickly at the thought, but paid no mind to it whenever he was around those he cared for.

Haeun, in particular, kept his mind at ease whenever she was around. She was amusing to talk to, and her sometimes simple and sometimes deep conversations always kept Takeshi on his toes. It was almost like he was a teenager again. And just like he said, he was not one to keep his happiness on lock down whenever he was with those he cared for. So he showed it through his loving smiles, melodious laughs, and warm embraces. He hid nothing from her but the darkness that lurked in his heart. He hid that very well from her knowing eyes and made sure she only saw the brightness that lit his eyes whenever he thought of something he was particularly fond of.

“what do you want to do now then?” He whispered, his arms resting on the length of the spine of the couch as his head rested his head and stared up at the ceiling. There was a small hum beside him, telling him that the girl was just as lost as he was. He smiled and closed his eyes. He enjoyed the silence that enveloped them from time to time, and it usually came whenever they both had no clue on what to do. It always seemed like they’d done everything together, but somehow, by the end of the night, they’d figure out another adventure to go on. He heard his stomach grumble quietly and an idea came to mind. “Wanna cook dinner then? I have the ingredients for that dish you wanted to make. What was it again...donkatsu? Want to make it? It sounds pretty good.”

He got up before her, standing as he faced the couch with his hand held out for her. His eyes were unguarded, and his lips curved upward in a warm smile as he let a small chuckle slip pass his lips. “You’re not going to burn down my home, are you? I paid a lot of money for this apartment, so please be kind to it. Where else would we have our adventures if not here?” He saw the pout on her lips, and his smile widened. “I’m kidding, I’m kidding! Get up or do I have to drag you to the kitchen? Chef Haeun and sous chef Takeshi need to make their dinner before they starve!”

#dohaeun #「開始」#「旅」#[ falls over. hope this is okay! ]

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[all] quirks my muse habitually has.

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Writers, bold all of your character’s regular truths.

1. Smoking: the action or habit of inhaling and exhaling the smoke of tobacco or a drug. 2. Binge drinking: the consumption of an excessive amount of alcohol in a short period of time. 3. Drug abuse: the habitual taking of illegal drugs. 4. Nail biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 5. Lip biting: a common body language sign of anxiety/tension. 6. Night Owl: a person who is habitually active or wakeful at night. 7. Early bird: a person who rises, arrives, or acts before the usual or expected time. 8. Negative attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with criticism and pessimism. 9. Positive attitudes: a philosophy of approaching life with optimism and confidence. 10. Swearing: the use of offensive language. 11. Superstitious: an irrational belief that an object, action, or circumstance not logically related to a course of events influences its outcome. 12. Inspecting fingernails: a common body language sign of boredom. 13. Scratching your neck: a common body language sign of uncertainty. 14. Foot and finger tapping: a common body language sign of stress/impatience. 15. Nose touch: a subtle body language sign of deceit. 16. Flipping hair: a common body language sign of craving attention. 17. Twirling hair: a common body language sign of flirtation. 18. Cracking knuckles: a common body language sign of readiness. 19. Hands behind back: a common body language sign of confidence. 20. Finger pointing: a common body language sign of authority. 21. Hands on hips: a common body language sign of readiness. 22: Hands in pockets: a common body language sign of mistrust/reluctance. 23. Frequent touch: a common body language sign of warmth/familiarity. 24. Throat-clearing: a common body language sign of rejection/doubt. 25: Jaw-clenching: a common body language sign of hostility. 26: Eye-rolling: a common body language sign of irritation. 27: Head-tilt: a common body language sign of interest. 28. Whistling: to emit high-pitched sound by forcing breath through a small hole between one’s lips or teeth; usually to a tune. 29. Humming: make a low, steady continuous sound like that of a bee; usually to a tune. 30. Perfectionism: refusal to accept any standard short of perfection. 31. Photographic memory: the ability to remember information or visual images in great detail. 32. Paranoia: a mental condition characterized by delusions of persecution, unwarranted jealousy, or exaggerated self-importance, typically worked into an organized system. 33. Exaggeration: a statement that represents something as better or worse than it really is. 34: Intuitive: using or based on what one feels to be true even without conscious reasoning; instinctive. 35: Quick-witted: showing or characterized by an ability to think or respond quickly and effectively. 36: Interrupting: breaking the continuity of a conversation with one’s own statements. 37: Doodling: to scribble or make rough drawings, absent-mindedly. 38: Irritable: having or showing a tendency to be easily annoyed. 39: Gambling: to play games of chance for money; bet. 40: Travel-sick: suffering from nausea caused by the motion of a moving vehicle, boat, or aircraft. 41: Sensitive: having or displaying a quick and delicate appreciation of others’ feelings. 42: Melancholy: a feeling of pensive sadness, typically with no obvious cause. 43: Chewing gum: the exercise of chewing flavouredgum which is not intended for swallowing. 44: Fidgeting: to make small movements, especially of the hands and feet, through nervousness or impatience. 45: Skeptical: not easily convinced; having doubts or reservations. 46: Neat-freak: compulsively obsessed with cleanliness. 47: Gossiping: divulging personal information about others. 48: Prim: feeling or showing disapproval of anything regarded as improper; stiffly correct. 49: Abbreviating: Giving others nicknames/shortening names/giving pet names. 50: Having a catchphrase: having a sentence or phrase typically associated with a specific person.

#「情報」

sickdali:

his newly accommodated brother stands tall and rich on his left. jack catches a glimpse of his shoulders creating shadows across canvases. he grins with his lips and hates the rest of the popular pieces at his sides with his heart. “in fact, friend,” he indicates this with a no-warning, friendly wrapping of his arm around the latter’s shoulders. “can i ask you to be excellent when you discuss the places you haven’t been to? tell me everything, don’t leave a single piece of information out. positive or negativeー in all honesty, i only want to hear it from you.” his palm rested on takeshi’s shoulder gives a light pat, one-two, and he keeps his arm back to his side again. self-reliance is also when silence comes in bits of flattery. unspoken, though one stands without a wretched feeling. he thinks about all the mouths attached to restless bodies, that talking is their only release. pitiful. might that strip them free of their liberties. he wonders if they revolt against all for quietude; the aching disposition of a forest, the bottomless quarrel of an oceanー but those are more vague, difficult to paint a picture with. sitting in a room with a loved one in which nobody is speaking. a passion so weak, there must be an excuse to converse. to touch another with words. it cannot be tolerated for, he decides. with silence, he has made up his mind. the fragrance of the afternoon’s dark roast is of a great inhale for jack. he forgets all that he had been thinking and compressing and analyzingー looks at the pastry bar somewhere to the left and he feels welcomed. takeshi’s voice brings him back to his attention and he nods. “absolutely. an absolute delight.” he says while his eyes feasts on their displays. “no, no, i can’t allow you to be much more considerate than this. but i’ll take an iced mocha, perfect to subdue the heat.” jack struggles to find his wallet in his pocket, “what can i do for you for dessert?”

”That right?” He glanced sideways at the male, finding it amusing that the male would say anything along those lines. Faces pass and moments slip away, but emotions and images never cease to replay in his dark mind. Maybe he hoped that today would be tucked away in the back of his mind as a small reminder that Takeshi was in fact someone who knew normalcy as anyone around him would. “Oh man, that’ll take quite a few hours to tell you about. I hope you have the time to hear me ramble on and on.” He laughed then, a laugh he hadn’t been able to express in the past week through all that he’s done. Something about the assignment he had to get done brought more stress than he wanted to be familiar with. The adversity he was facing was much more than any he’d been confronted with, but maybe it was because he knew he’d have to leave when it was all over. And even this time with his newly acquainted friend would become nothing more than a calm emotion and fleeting memory. It made his shoulders slump, but only for a moment before he returned to the menu, scanning the array of items on the list. “Iced milk tea would be nice with some red-bean filled bread.” He nodded at his selection, satisfied that he would not only be able to delve into the delicate bread that would be freshly baked but also the milk tea with the small black jelly on the bottom. “But dude, I insist you let me pay. It’s the least I can do if you’re willing to listen to me ramble.” He patted the male’s shoulder, an affable smile finding its way on his lips. His eyes twinkled with warmth and serenity, one Takeshi found himself being in the company with whenever he was having a good time. “But if you’re so willing, the next time we meet, let me pay for you. All right? That sounds fair.”

#sickdali #「言葉」#[ what an ass reply after taking so long. /: i needa get back into my grind ]

iso2108

roleplay is a collaborative effort and i’ve been very lucky.

On a whim on August 11th, 2013 I made this account and the next day (August 12th) I put it in motion. Good ol’ historian(-)sehun transformed into this, and even if it weren’t meant to be anything to this degree, I’m glad it happened this way. I’m glad to be iso2108. My roleplay writing, experience, and Sehun have all grown a lot. It’s been two years since that first day and this is probably the longest I’ve been active on a muse and honestly, probably the last muse I will have in KRP. You can read more of me reflecting here instead. I don’t know how long it will last but I want to see Sehun’s story play out longer. I figured it was time to do a list of sorts. This will probably be the only one I make unless it’s another list of recommendations for specific things.

This is sort of like a follow forever but it’s better described as a list of people who I appreciate. I am not very good at being sentimental but I do know that over the course of this account’s lifespan I have met a lot of people and Sehun and I wouldn’t be the same without having met them. There are people on this list who are active, inactive, or somewhat active and I think they are worth a look or at least looking at what they can show you as a roleplayer or a person. I just think they are neat people. Some have multiple accounts.

Now to the list!

Class 2-A

I don’t talk out of character with many people because I’m a fairly formal person to most and I’ve been told that’s pretty intimidating. I tend to feel awkward doing small talk and I’m just not good at casual conversations right off the bat. I know I’m not always the most emotional either. I know I don’t talk a lot about things that bother me and it’s for a myriad of reasons that isn’t worth delving into now, but please know I care very much for those below being there. Whether or not you know it when I’m in a bad mood and we speak I feel better (this happens a lot because I rarely tell people when I’m in a bad mood). These are people who I have talked to OOC often or used to when they were active and I feel they are still great people to learn from. Without them, I probably wouldn’t have developed this muse as much as I have. I know it’s a short list, but these are people who I trust quite a bit on this crazy site.

xblvd - If it wasn’t for the account I had prior to this one we wouldn’t have met, right? I’m glad things played out as they did, even if for the bulk of the relationship our muses had we hardly talked. I’m grateful for having met you despite you often saying things like “we’re like SISTERS” and me rejecting it and being mean to you constantly. You know I act the way I do for a reasons unknown and I’m stubborn and I get grumpy easily over silly things but I think it’s good we both understand that. I’m glad you understand my fangirling over girl groups though I tend to stick to those people more often that not. I could write more but I won’t for now because I wrote you something else. Deal with that.

sumiseria - It’s been a while, hasn’t it? I don’t get sentimental with you because that’s not what I do with people often, but I’m happy to have met you, even if it did take like six months for us to talk OOC more often while our muses never shut up. Sehun is lucky to have Sumin in his life, not only for himself but his overall development would have been different if she wasn’t there. She’s that push he needs and tells him when he’s being stupid, which is what everyone needs in their life. You listen during those few times that I do express some sort of displeasure with life and you teach me more than you realize. I’m very proud of what you’ve accomplished in this time we’ve known one another.

junieses - Thank you for talking things out with me about disabilities when it came to Sehun and it’s acceptance and even going so far as to drum up some articles to help me. When you were (more) active here I really enjoyed our interactions, both AU and mainverse allowed for a lot of fun between our two characters. You seem busier these days so I try not to bother you but let’s chat again instead of it being gossip, hrm? I don’t know when you’ll see this but maybe when you reply to your Digimon novella next you will and it’ll be a nice surprise… even though I know you’ll probably be thrown off because since when did I ever act nice?

Class 2-B

This list is of people I am just getting to know better and people who I don’t really talk a lot to but I am very glad to have met you. I think that like both of the other categories there is a lot to be learned from these roleplayers and I’ve enjoyed what we’ve talked about. I’m sorry if I seem off-putting but I do appreciate all of you and hope to get to know you better.

xinanlide // k-sung // krisanthemvm // thunderbirdrobbie // griefdreamer // sillagias // sickdali // consilian // temporaldrifter // nosequels // autotelics // respuate // vepid // tempusxtao // vartouhix // epherials // grimistic // mizukos

Class 2-C

The following are people who I have roleplayed with, have watched, or just are people I enjoy the back-stories of or what have you. I added people who aren’t active, who I’ve never spoken to, and who I don’t speak with any longer because I feel they are strong roleplayers to learn from and I enjoyed the time we rolepayed together. Please continue doing what you do and if you’re no longer active I hope you keep writing, even if it isn’t in KRP.

gjvnhee // siyoshn // astrinae // txchnopathy // qicleur // fortruths // cominah // madeintokyo // lithified // illota // definedbyproxy // cyberseis // dxpraved // vedrremo // itaidoshvn // gadarenes // anaxiphvlia // earvicket // takeshies // xiaomagissa // addlvd // exaltatia // splendidtragedies

This all goes to those that deactivated over time. I am sorry I couldn’t link you but know that I have appreciated all of you. Thank you all so much.

#「宝」#[ wowowow thanks dude! keep rockin' ]

takeshies

[ Sorry for the lack of activity and being so slow with replies. Find me on aim (pioggias) or give me yours for the time being. ]

#「静けさ」

all texts

text meme

✆ for a morning text

[ sms → question mark ] Good morning! Is it weird I woke up and thought of you?

✉ for an unsent text

[ sms → question mark ] I’ve been lying all this time.

☎ for a rushed text

[ sms → question mark ] I’M ON MY WAY. DON’T RUSH ME.

⁇ for a drunk text

[ sms → question mark ] You said you liked my hair, so now I’m returning the compliment. I like your hair too. It smells nice.

#oculvus #「答え」#[ i swear takesh is an idiot.. e . e ]

gimme all the texts, 'cause amazing. :~)

text meme

✆ for a morning text

[ sms → amalie ] Did you sleep well last night? Hopefully you did. If you had a nightmare, just know a nightmare is a nightmare.

✉ for an unsent text

[ sms → amalie ] I’m so sorry. For everything I haven’t told you. I’m a coward.

☎ for a rushed text

[ sms → amalie ] WHERE DID YOU HIDE MY TOO THBRISH.

⁇ for a drunk text

[ sms → amalie ] pipsqueak, remember to feed the owls.

#amoralie #「答え」

⁇

text meme

⁇ for a drunk text

[ sms → seungri ] got all these thoughtsa im my head. I’m not one to blame thoughh. It wasn’t my fault but illl take the blame if it means everything gets better.

#chanzelee #「答え」#[ finishes the rest later bc i suck. ]

✉⁇@

text meme

✉ for a text that wasn’t sent

[ sms → archie ] Did you put sugar in my pants? I LITERALLY HAVE ANTS IN MY PANTS.

⁇ for a drunk text

[ sms → archie ] fthere’s nop wasy that’s happening. crocodileesa don’t live in cties.

@ for a scared text.

[ sms → archie ] You just made me watch the most horrifying movie EVER and you think I’ll be okay when you turned off ALL my damn lights? YOU BETTER COME BACK AND TURN ON THE DAMN LIGHTS.

#avchie #「答え」#[ casually makes a phineas and ferb reference ]

soojugns-blog

“mhm, you promised me that. i should have recorded it while i had the chance, but my memory is more than enough! i promise, you’re going to look breathtaking by the time i’m done with you.” his frown only gives her more amusement, especially since she knows the ending result would be a surprise to them both. she wasn’t one who was skilled with makeup, let alone anything beauty related. the best she could do was apply foundation and eyeliner, sometimes lip tint if she felt like her looks weren’t up to par that day. “we can always put a wig and a bow on you if you’d like to see how you really are as a girl. i’m sure i have a dress that might fit you.” his horrified expression causes her to burst into a fit of giggles, hand coming up to affectionately pat his head. “it’s not too bad. you’d look pretty in sparkles in pink.”

if she were taller and had more strength in any part of her body, soojung would have given takeshi a good hit by now. but knowing how fairly weak she was, she could only muster a string of disgruntled words and stick her tongue out at him. maguro-hime had sounded so pretty coming from him, and she only figured the meaning was just as pleasant. but to her shock, the reality of the nickname he had bestowed on her shattered her dreams. she’d often screech at him for calling her a tuna princess, but she didn’t so much mind the princess part. in return, she had often called him noodle prince despite it not being much of a bother to him. “i’ll be truthful to you now; i’ve never used makeup in my life save for a few things. but you’re gonna have to trust me on this for it to work out, okay? i’ll have makeup tutorials playing so i won’t mess up too much!”

takeshies

There’s a wide smile on his face, a pleasant feeling flooding his system as he watched her through the mirror. There was something warm and familial when he was with her, one he missed having around him with him so far away from his brothers and sisters (his father too). He could let his guard down and it’d be okay. He could be as open as a book and he wouldn’t have to fear about anyone trying to take her away from him because in this world, she was his secret treasure. One he’ll keep hidden away from the world, so she remains alive and with him. With how everything was going on in his life, he was glad she never questioned why there were bags under his eyes or bruises (he’d keep them hidden anyway) that marred his usually clean body from time to time.

“A wig? Isn’t my hair nice enough as it is? Are you trying to change me completely? I thought you liked how I looked.” There was a playful frown on his lips as he watched her stick her tongue out, allowing her full access to his head as she began to play with the products in front of him. Then she had someone he’d never seen before talking in a video with a specific make up look on her face on her laptop that she sat on the edge of the vanity. He nearly stared at her in horror as she knitted her eyebrows together in what seemed like intense concentration and confusion. This would not end well for him. “You’re not trying to get back at me for calling you a tuna princess, are you? It’s a cute nickname for you, I swear! It comes from the heart.”

#soojugns #【tuna princess】#「言葉」#[ what a crap reply... ilu ]

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