welcome to ansong's first ask meme weekend! we hope these can help you all learn more about each other's muses and foster lots of in character interactions!
to participate in the ask meme weekend please reblog this post! we ask that you please only send questions to those who have reblogged the post. please try to send out at least five questions or prompts to different muses for them to answer before answering your own!
this ask meme weekend will last from november 15th until november 17th @ 11:59pm est. while you can only send in asks during this timeframe, you have up until november 29th @ 11:59pm est to answer any you received!
for these, any three emoji memes answered OR any one dialogue starter prompt will count towards next week's activity check (november 23rd)!
please tag all these as as:meme001 and, of course, have fun! <3
✽ ✎…details about you.
send a emoji to receive an answer from the muse in character!
𝐎𝐁𝐉𝐄𝐂𝐓𝐒.
💭 — what is your MBTI, enneagram, and/or other personality aspects (if known/interested in)?
🚗— do you have your driver's license? can you drive or operate any other vehicle besides a car?
🎮 — what are three of your favorite hobbies?
💍— do you have any piercings? do your want any or any more piercings?
🖊️ — do you have any tattoos? do you want any or any more tattoos?
🎻 — do you play any instruments? what is your current skill level?
🩸 — what is your blood type?
𝐒𝐘𝐌𝐁𝐎𝐋𝐒.
🎶 — what type of music do you like? do you listen to music very often?
💯 — share three random facts about you that others may not know
💤 — are you a light sleeper or a heavy sleeper? how are your sleeping habits?
🔱 — can you swim? do you enjoy swimming?
🔶— do you know cpr? do you have any other medical expertise?
🚫 — do you drink and/or smoke? do you do it regularly, or is it more on occasion or for special events?
𝐍𝐀𝐓𝐔𝐑𝐄.
🌈 — what is your sexual orientation/gender identity? what pronouns do you use?
🎄 — what is your favorite holiday?
🐶 — do you have any pets?
🐈 — do you prefer a wide circle of friends or a few close friends?
🐷 — what is your favorite animal?
🌴 — do you have a green thumb? do you enjoy gardening?
𝐇𝐄𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐒.
❤️ — what do you think are three of your most positive traits?
🤍 — what are three of your more questionable traits?
💔 — what do you think are three of your most negative traits?
💘 — what and/or who do you consider to be the most important to you?
💛 — how many languages do you speak? what language(s) are you learning, if any?
💚— do you prefer being inside or outside?
𝐅𝐎𝐎𝐃𝐒.
🍝— what is/are your favorite food(s)?
🍔— are you good at cooking? are you good at baking? which one do you prefer?
🥯— what do you typically eat in a day? and do you skip any meals?
🍸— what is your favorite alcoholic drink, if you can drink or like to drink?
☕️— what is your favorite non-alcoholic beverage? do you have any preference on how you like to drink it?
𝐏𝐄𝐎𝐏𝐋𝐄.
😖— are you an introvert, extrovert, or ambivert? do you let people in easily, or are you more reserved?
🤔 — what do you think are some of your quirks or unique mannerisms/traits?
🧐 — are you more logical or emotional?
🤓 — are you more chatty or quiet? are you at ease in social situations, or are you more shy?
🤩 — do you prefer to plan ahead or are you more spontaneous?
😥 — are you more prone to getting stressed out, or is it easy for you to keep your cool?
😓 — do you think that you're more open-minded or stubborn?
✽ ✎…dialogue prompts.
send a dialogue prompt for the muse to answer in character! these are intended to be used as the base for a para thread starter.
some prompts include crude language & can be edited slightly to suit the muse(s) they're intended for!
“ You better be careful what you wish for. ”
“ Can you get us out of this mess? ”
“ Come sit down beside me. ”
“ Don’t you raise your voice at me! ”
“ Hey! What’s the hold up? ”
“ Hey, you’re supposed to be asleep. ”
“ I'm growing strangely fond of you. ”
“ I really don’t trust your judgement. ”
“ I didn’t expect to see you here. ”
“ You promised me. ”
“ I have a really bad feeling about this. ”
“ I never, ever want to hear you say that again. ”
“ I think they did it, I just can’t prove it. ”
“ Don't worry, I won’t let you down. ”
“ Being a menace to society is a full time job and I'm dedicated. ”
“ I'm tired of answering that question. ”
“ This has gotten completely out of hand, I'm sorry. ”
“ It's so good to see you smiling again. ”
“ Just because I'm small doesn't mean I can't kick your ass. ”
“ I am no longer comedic relief, I am now serious panic. ”
“ Yes, but it's my job to take care of you. ”
“ What is going on? It’s the middle of the night. ”
“ You know that it’s not that easy. ”
“ What? What makes you think I'm being sarcastic? ”
“ Just tell me what you want from me. ”
“ Oh? Got nothing to say? That must be a first for you. ”
“ Can I ask you a... personal question? ”
“ Sorry about the chaos, I needed attention. ”
“ Ugh, I just can't take this anymore! ”
“ Is that a threat or a promise? ”
“ No one asked for your opinion. ”
“ Have you lost your goddamn mind? ”
“ Nothing’s impossible if you’re brave enough. ”
“ It's a little risky, but that's what makes it fun, right? ”
“ I need you to talk less and smile more. ”
“ You know that's not a good excuse. ”
“ I'm going to manifest being happy. ”
“ Here are some scissors. Now cut it out. ”
“ This is getting out of hand! ”
“ There you are! I've been looking all over for you. ”
“ There's no one I trust more than I trust you. ”
“ We can work this out together! ”
“ What other choice do I have? ”
“ Whatever you decide to do, know I'll support you ”
“ Hey, slow down! Where are you off to? ”
“ For legal reasons, that was a joke. ”
“ We have to get out of here! ”
“ Yeah, yeah. That's what I thought. ”
“ I need you to get out of my way. ”
“ You can not be serious. ”
“ You don’t have to be embarrassed. ”
“ God, you make everything so complicated. ”
“ You don’t have to be afraid! ”
“ You're the best thing that’s ever happened to me. ”
“ You're stronger than I gave you credit for. ”
“ Oh, you're up to something, aren't you? Spit it out. ”
› carnival games (event thread) with @unloveful . . . 🦁
there's a shrill whistle that rings out overhead, sounding in tandem with the continuous flash of bright, multi-colored lights as upbeat carnival music plays as a backdrop to the scene unfolding - the current round of one of the most popular games, the water gun shooting, comes to an end as another campion is crowned and awarded a prize by the attendant. the group that sits beside danbi lets out a series of excited shouts, praising their triumphant friend who had stepped up to the challenge, only to beat the odds and come out victorious. but were the odds really against him? considering his competition was a girl dressed as dorothy from the wizard of oz, it didn't seem that he would have all that much of a challenge.
"congratulations," danbi says with a small smile, still good-natured and friendly despite the embarrassing defeat - which, granted, wouldn't have been so humiliating had this not been her fifth attempt at winning one of the stuffed animals hanging on the board behind the game. lions, tigers, and bears - oh my! there were plenty of prizes to choose from, but danbi had her heart set on a medium-sized, caramel-colored bunny with floppy ears, hanging by it's lonesome after seeing all it's friends be taken home. she felt a twinge of sadness in her heart about it, and decided she would give it a good home, thinking it would be a great addition to her collection.
the group who had occupied the last two rounds set off in search of something more challenging, and danbi hands over some more money to the bored-looking attendant, glancing over her shoulder and wondering if she'd have better luck with the ring toss as opposed to the shooting games. it wouldn't hurt to try one more round though, especially since she can't just leave on an uneven amount of tries, and readies herself just as someone slips into the stool beside her. she tilts her head, chocolate orbs wide and curious about who would have taken up a seat right next to her, only to recognize a familiar face.
"hey! happy halloween," she greets saeori with a warm smile - she doesn't know him all too well, but the two of them have exchanged enough small talk and pleasantries in the elevator and in passing at the apartment building that she feels comfortable enough to strike up a conversation. the attendant calls out for more patrons to join their game, and danbi adjusts herself in her seat, hands ready on the handles. "is there a particular prize you have your eye on?"
saeroi isn’t one to celebrate halloween, really. as much as horror isn’t his type of thing, the lengths he would have to go to putting together a costume that’s somewhat unique in its entirety requires more effort than the usual look—his—best style; time that he doesn’t have, and time he doesn’t want to lose. so, out of all the people at the carnival, park saeroi looks most like … park saeroi. not that it matters to him, concentration more—so pinpointed on the things happening around him rather than endlessly wondering what everyone else is dressed up as today, though it is nothing short of entertaining to see.
by the time saeroi decides to step foot into the area of games, he’s already partaken in a majority of the rides ( much against his will ) and scavenged most of the food places ( this — very, very much on his free will ) which, in turn, means he has nothing better to do now. the game with the most attraction is the same one where saeroi finds himself lingering around on the sidelines, arms crossed over his chest while he scrutinizes each of the rounds played. it’s rigged, as always. he doesn’t plan on playing — waving off everyone who’s asked if he was in the queue; knowing well enough that the money in his wallet is better off being used for other things.
though, if there’s something that he’s taken note of so far during his observation of this water—shooting game, it’s the dorothy girl that’s stuck around for a couple cycles with each one landing in a defeat. saeroi recognizes her. the dejection written all over her face by the end of the fifth round against her opponent almost makes him feel sorry for danbi, but enough to cause saeroi to shuffle himself into the line — dumping the cost of one round into the hands of the individual overseeing this particular stand. if any of saeroi’s friends had been with him during this moment, they’d have half the heart to drag saeroi away from playing out of good conscience for anyone that’s put against him because frankly, no—one would be able to beat park saeroi, not even the game itself despite the advantages of its rigged system. it’s too bad nothing can stop him this time.
when saeroi seats himself beside danbi, it’s not without letting his gaze drift onto her at the same time, nodding his head as a small gesture to acknowledge her. “hi. happy halloween. i like your costume.” he compliments, brims tugging into a smile in return to danbi’s own; playing around with the machine in front of him and in his grasp, pre—pressing at the trigger. saeroi looks at the remaining toys lined up on the walls, letting his gaze sit on the stuffed toy in the shape of a rabbit for longer than it does the rest. “not really.” a white lie. “we’ll see how i do. what about you?”
i've got all this ringing in my ears and none on my fingers
@unloveful
/ illusion
despite his numerous claims that he doesn't like going out, callum is, well — still out fairly often.
but it starts out casual, okay. one beer at the bar is not how tonight pans out. that one beer turns into being poked and prodded into going to illusion for just a few hours (we'll even pay your cover! they say) which in turn becomes a night of being subjected to eardrum numbing bass combined with the smell of gross, sweaty bodies. callum nurses a watery sprite for a long while before the combined friend groups of his and saeroi's' begin to congregate at one table to discuss their next move.
callum is over it, frankly, and being the most sober friend is pretty lame anyway. it's a little before one in the morning and between having to feign socializing and shouting uselessly over the bass for hours, him and his hoarseness have had enough for the night.
his eyes flicker to saeroi, who though callum was almost positive becausehedoesn'tactuallypaythatmuchattentiontosaeroihejusthappenedtobegoodatkeepingmentaltabsonpeople had already had:
two green tea shots
one long island (this one was callum's fault — saeroi said he was going to the bar and there was a level of entrancement callum was under when he saw how much offering to buy him a drink lit him up, so he had to buy him something, okay)
half a bottle of soju
and in true saeroi fashion, the male looks nothing short of sober, at least until you look at him long enough to pick up on his subtle sway.
"i'm gonna get a cab home," callum announces untriumphantly to the group after they begin to mull over ideas about sitting in front of convenience stores and smoking cigarettes while they sobered up. not appealing. he would much rather eat the cost of a forty-thousand won cab ride home than have to stay out any much longer. he plants his feet to the ground and wraps a stabling arm around saeroi's side to stop the swaying. "g'na steal him, too," he gives the blond a teasing pinch at the waist. the group knows they live in the same building and give little to any pushback on sending saeroi home; if anything, by the looks of his glossy complexion and lack of any reasonable logic as to why saeroi should stay out longer, callum makes the executive decision on his behalf. he nudges him at the hip. "you good with that plan?"
the majority of ansong's residents know by now that whenever there is a gathering, there is also a ninety—percent chance that saeroi is bound to chase after the chance like a moth to flame; his presence more often than not lingering somewhere amongst the crowd. rare is it ever that saeroi needs to be bribed to go to illusion of all places, the nightclub being an almost second home to him. but it’s become a repeat cycle, something that runs along the lines of — as long as park saeroi is there, then, the people around him as friends will always put the offer of free drinks, free food, free everything on the table in order to keep him there as the life of the party. and free stuff, saeroi likes. so he has no reason to not indulge, even if it goes disorderly … like it does tonight.
it’s an unspoken rule that saeroi’s conjured for himself. that is, to not let anyone buy him a drink. no matter how pretty or interesting they are. … callum is an exception. he became one, at least. ( even with the fact that he fits into both of the categories saeroi swore off of. annoyingly—so. ) there was no mistaking the way ears had perked at the offer—the mention of a long island; one of the drinks that saeroi favored above everything else — only because it manages to do the job of making him tipsy. just slightly. the soju hits him like a brick on the other hand, not entirely the best idea he’s had in a while if the buzzing in his head is anything to go by.
admittedly, while saeroi is not exactly the most discernible of people when his sobriety has begun to fray at its edges with bit of alcohol lingering in his system, he knows when someone might be staring at him a little too hard, for a little too long — the entirety of himself burning right under callum’s attention. saeroi catches himself in the moment of letting his gaze drift every now and then onto callum when he isn’t looking in his direction, barely able to register the discussion much less the amount of time that’s passed until he feels a strong arm snake around him, a grumble slipping at the squeeze against skin. ticklish. and too early to go home, he wants to say. but he slumps against callum anyway, limbs going limp as he subconsciously places his trust in the hands of the man holding him, to balance him throughout his sluggishness. “b—” hiccup. and he sing—songs, “boooooring.” before a stupid, drunk giggle ( in which, he will surely regret later, when he’s come back to his senses ) towards the other escapes, corners of lips curled into a grin as he stares at callum through the haziness of his vision. “you’re taking me home?”
hi, everyone! i go by min ( twenty2, he + she ) and i’m bringing park saeroi to everyone’s doorstep. ♡ ( if you’ve seen the anime nana, you might notice some similarities between osaki nana + ren & saeroi. they’re my primary sources of inspiration, with my additional touch of angst and twist. ) i hope you enjoy saeroi’s character as much as i enjoyed planning him out. i’m excited to write with everyone, so please leave a like on this post if you’re interested in plotting, and i’ll come to you asap!
⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀⠀about. memories. connections.
starting points.
park saeroi, born on december 25. currently 24. a dance instructor at divine dance studio, and resides in unit #08 on floor 05. remembers a little about the former life.
versatile + talented / stubborn + paranoid.
he’s a little difficult to get along with at first due to the negative traits overlapping the positive, but he is loyal to who he holds close.
the only current memory unlocked is the passion for music, dance and the arts.
the rest of his memories pertain mostly to the sacrifices he made to chase his dreams, and the consequences that came from those choices. he’s unsure how he feels about having to remember them — maybe he doesn’t want to.
he tends to dabble in painting during his free time, but the things he paints are portraits without a face — nowhere to be found but simply, scribbled out. wilted roses with sharp, sharp thorns. or the perception of loneliness.
he has a knack for fashion sense, a lover of mixing and matching. but if there’s one thing that doesn’t get taken off, it is the ring on his finger that is branded by vivienne westwood. and he loves online shopping. so don’t be surprised at the one too many packages that wait in front of his door almost every other week.
plots + connections.
admittedly, i don’t have the brain juice for extensive plot ideas as i’m more chemistry based than anything and am open to almost whatever, but i would love to explore:
friends, neighbors, rivals, enemies.
maybe someone who’s sick of the constant deliveries that get sent to their door instead of saeroi’s?
someone who’s been with him since he got to ansong, but has always struggled with communication so their relationship constantly goes through a bit of a rollercoaster!
party buddies ( he’s a bit of an alcoholic ), stray cats feeding buddies.
while he isn’t fond of the idea of commitment, with no idea why, i’d love for saeroi to take interest in someone just to continue pulling away because of the awkward sensation that this person isn’t right for him. build trust! crack him open!
