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━♡ guess the 24 YEAR OLD JULY baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because AOKI IMOJEN is just as BLAZING as the month of JULY. wait, why do they remind me of HIRAI MOMO? beyond that, they seemed SELF-RELIANT & BUOYANT upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of INSURGENT & RECKLESS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 3 / APARTMENT # 2 / FLOOR # 2 ; they seem to have a lot going on with HER job as TATTOO ARTIST / BASSIST.

bonjour , y’all !! my name’s jade ( she/her , twenty-one , gmt+8 ) !! and i’m super excited to meet and write with everyone !! this is my spunky kid , imojen , and i hope you’ll come to enjoy her as much as i did writing everything about her :D if you wanna plot , do not fret because i’ll be dropping in everyone’s IMs hehe , but if you prefer to plot over at discord , don’t hesitate to tell me !! <3

#[ PINNED POST ]#dallyeog:intro #this has gotten too long SORRYsdfsdf #but thanks for reading <3

◟ * 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❬ KYUNGMI / @kkyungz ❭

❝ 蒸気 —— although imojen is ruled by sporadic laziness and sudden outbursts of spontaneity, she too can be competitive when she actually chooses to put her mind into it. for the most part, it is a rare occurrence to see imojen act on her competitive streak, but when she does, things can only succumb to puerile outcomes. an example of which is on a chilly evening in the complex: fueled by her petty nature to outshine, imojen stares at the fire alarm button while weighing the pros and cons of this recourse for the last time. pros, the party a few doors down would have to deal with the repercussions and imojen would have too much fun calling her adversary a serious snoozer of a party planner. cons, she’d essentially become the prime suspect for being the only person known with the motive to ruin the party and with zero convincing alibi apart from being at the party which she obviously left a few minutes ago. but if there was one thing imojen often does, it is to give nothing of a close semblance to caring. now, to establish her grand scheme, imojen plans to press the fire alarm button to create chaos within the building. with a right mind, imojen would neither dare nor have the energy to pursue such childish attempt, but her feud with kyungmi was beyond her right mind’s control. and so she pulled the lever down and waited for the alarm to ring before dashing back to where the party was at.

as she reached the apartment where the house party was held, imojen quickly grabbed herself a drink to try and deflect suspicion. the fire alarm has already been ringing and all she had to do was enjoy the confusion and madness to unravel, her eyes scanning the crowd before falling on the person she was excited to see a reaction from. imojen couldn’t remember when exactly has her conflict with kyungmi began, but despite the lack of a specific time point, imojen was still able to gather enough passion to get into this dynamic with her. “what a dud,” imojen called out in spite of the noise, “this party’s a disaster.”

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft kyungmi .#dfsdf i hope this is okay !!!#pls tell me if u want anything changed <3

fvyvko:

𝐜𝐥𝐨𝐬𝐞𝐝 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @vapcrwaves

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she wasn’t sure if it was boredom or curiosity that had brought her to the tattoo parlor. maybe it was just a slow day in general. slouched on the couch, fuyuko was eyeing a piercing she had in her hand, playing around with the small silver piece of jewelry. in a way, she admired imojen, knowing for sure that she wouldn’t be able to do any of this. poke someone over and over with a needle while trying to create art? it was a no from her. “ isn’t it like… “, she started off, most likely knowing that the other would get this question over and over. “ i mean, one wrong line and then what? how do you handle that pressure? “, in the end, likely any job was like that; mistakes had to be made sometimes and they all had their cost.

she sat up straight, finally, grabbing the glass of water she had on the table in front of her, taking a sip. the parlor was nice, and she could imagine how cool it would be to just sit around there all day, designing nice artwork and so on – however, just not really her thing. “ wait, how many do you have yourself again? “, fuyuko continued to ask, there were always more than enough questions on her mind. “ where does it hurt the most? “

❝ 蒸気 ——

on a tamed morning such as today, imojen ( who has miraculously awaken before noon ) can be found in the tattoo parlor, whisking her hours away either designing new patterns or applying the designs as body art. it is an exhilarating feeling, tattooing, that it has rendered imojen incapable of choosing a shift with lesser hours of stay within the four corners of the parlor because whether she enjoys it or not, there aren’t that many customers that can occupy her hours during the morning. thankfully enough, as she was drowning in her own boredom, fuyuko appears to her rescue. “oh, i definitely had mistakes in the past, especially when i first started tattooing, it happens.” she replied as her body dangled on one of the parlor chairs. “i think what matters most is how i fix them and roll with the punches as they come along. sometimes it’s kinda funny how the client looks down at the exact moment i accidentally overdo a line— and i go no, dude, look at the tv, there’s a really good show playing and that’s when i think of a way to repair it fast,” she added, her hands flailing around animatedly as she explains. “distraction is key.”

imojen laughs at the sudden swamp of questions, but if she had to choose, she’d rather be questioned than surf through espn sports channels in defeat. “well, i have seven on both arms,” she replied, showing fuyuko her bare arms and the tattoos that cascade them. “i have more elsewhere if you’d like to see them,” she teased, although not completely against the idea, “it depends on the person really, but by far, near or the rib cage area’s gotten the most painful screech.”

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft fuyuko .

joushutcherson

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ study .#q.

y2poppy:

𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍.

🌸 POPPY ROCKED BACK AND FORTH ON HER HEELS, even going so far as to whistle a little rendition of christina aguleria’s ‘fighter’ to herself. when imojen had told her to act natural, the girl wasn’t exactly sure what natural looked like in a place like this, where there was more smoke than oxygen and everyone looked like they wanted nothing more than poppy’s head on a platter. to say that she was scared would be rudimentary at this point. of course she was scared; in her mind, this place reeked of blood and fear – or maybe that’s what everyone here thought she must have smelled like. either way, poppy was trying to mask it and put on a brave face because her need to impress imojen was greater than her need to walk out of here with both of her kneecaps unbroken ( curse that ever-present need to please. ) a man walked by and, after giving poppy a quick nod of the head, asked her who she was here with. the girl gave him a doe-eyed, innocent look before looking around for imojen. “oh, my friend. i know she’s around here somewhere.” however, at the sight of imojen on the other side of the room, poppy decided to bolt to the girl, leaving the man behind in the dust. she shoots the black-haired girl a ( partially pained but mostly ) carefree look. “so, what’s going on over here? this guy just came and asked me who i was here with. do you think he could tell that i’ve never been here before?”

@vapcrwaves

❝ 蒸気 ——

imojen would be lying if she would not attest deeming the lengths poppy would allow herself into to be at least a tad bit amusing. because, in a bird’s eye view, the girl in vibrant colors that strikingly pops out amongst the grungy sea of secondhand smoking and oblique masculinity is quite an intriguing sight. the people in the depths of the underground nightlife in seoul could perhaps easily tell that her companion looked a bit askew, and imojen was responsible for that. the power of persuasion has yet to disappoint her and she was not even an ounce apologetic when she had asked poppy to hang out, choosing to leave minute details such as visiting a few murky areas along the way because where is the fun in spoiling the adventure, she thought. but as she dealt negotiations with some familiar faces, imojen had lost sight of poppy for a minute before she’d seen her dashing towards her in a matter of seconds. “is that why you ran?” imojen asked, entertained written all over her face. “why yes, of course, because sprinting away from across the room is not suspicious at all.” she rolled her eyes playfully before placing an arm around poppy’s shoulders, leading her towards an area with less curious observers. “if you want them to stop badgering you with questions that paint you clueless of the area, you gotta blend in— relax,” she points out, not remembering the the exact number of times she had told poppy to stop acting unusual. her free hand then slowly reached out of her leather pocket to reveal a rolled hash in possession, “say pop tart, ever tried smoking a joint before?”

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ study .#◟ * ft poppy .#tw drug mention #just in case #y2poppy

iseulfms:

“ because i know you . ” response is shot back matter - of - factly though eyes contain a glint of satisfaction ; the reality being whenever one introduces a song to the other , it’s automatically loved . iseul will scroll through seemingly endless songs until genres imojen likes begin to appear on the screen , alternative guitar riff blasting from bass boosted speakers in a preview snippet . “ i’ve heard you listen to this one before , ” he’ll point out — embarrassingly enough , there were rarely moments he spent with imojen that he couldn’t recall perfectly from a photographic memory .

challenge earns an interested glance in response and a few more french fries are shoved into a full mouth as if for luck . “ and when i sing people fall in love , so good luck topping that . ” iseul taunts back with no hesitation ; their banter effortless . he’ll start the song off with a dramatic dedication to his beautiful company after quickly downing a plastic cup of warm beer , grimace comedic and wiped away as soon as singing starts . he’s bad for the sake of being bad ( and maybe to make her laugh ) when in truth actually singing voice wasn’t much to scoff at . song will end and iseul will bow in finale before handing off the mic . “ 82. beat that . ” with her voice , she probably will .

❝ 蒸気 ——

aoki imojen is a lesson in turbulence, a person made for chaos and feed on the howling winds. they speak in storms; she in poison, and like a ticking time bomb, it was only a matter of time before the substance runs its course. in times such as tonight, when the storm meets the calm, imojen finds a place for refuge. they say you shouldn’t make a home out of people, she tried— she is trying, but imojen wouldn’t be known for who she was by acting docile. “you do know me very well,” she agrees, and if it were any consolidation, he mentions a song she had played the bass along with once in her apartment. she’d then realize how often they spent time together— built foundation piece by piece, and scarily enough, imojen would crash and burn with it if she didn’t handle matters with care as she usually doesn't. “oh yeah? well, you listen to whatever i listen to, is that because you adore me?” she added, tone teasing.

looking up from the cup of beer in hand, imojen rolls her eyes playfully at iseul’s claim. “apparently, people need their ears checked,” she joked while completely falling for iseul’s comic performance, a feeling she had grown accustomed to with him around. there had always been an essence of comfort with iseul, that no matter the words and quips said, they don’t find the need to read too much into it. “82, not bad.” imojen had considered to aim for a score lower than iseul’s just to compensate for the drinks, but as she clicked on to choosing a dance track, her competitive nature clouding the judgment. “well, don’t just stay still, dance with me.” and with that, she began singing.

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft iseul .#iseulfms

◟ * 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❬ THEODORE / @adoretheo ❭

❝ 蒸気 —— imojen have had a fair share of misfortune in her lifetime, some sparsely due to her own foolish behavior, and others were simply fate’s ways to poke fun at her. regardless of consequences though, she always had the knack to remain nonchalant in situations that permit normal people to get mad. and albeit weird, imojen took pride and wore her casualties like armor— the crazed girl, with no particular regard for her own skin, laughs at a police chase predicament that she’s in. who even does that? so perhaps it may seem surprising to encounter a situation in which imojen’s red furious. the night was supposed to be filled with blissful intoxication and the adrenaline rush after performing on stage. and for a moment she was granted that, until one of her band members decided that it was in everyone’s amusement to spoil the evening.

the argument didn’t last long, but it was never spared of the theatrics, heated assertions and claims of leaving the band. and so imojen finds herself bottles deep and an exhausted body perched on one of the untucked chairs. she knew the venue’s to be closed soon, she was reminded of it for at least more times than she had asked for a refill, yet then again she’s quite known for her defiant name. plus, she’s got company: theo, an unlikely ally considering she had always found a rival in him and his band when they played gigs together. “aren’t you going home yet? show’s over,” she motioned towards theo, her hand clasping around her drink and poured a glass full before turning the bottoms up. “besides, it’s unlikely we’ll be playing again anytime soon. i just lost a drummer.”

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft theo .#closed starter .#sorry if it took too long !!#i hope this is okay :D feel free to message me for changes <3 #adoretheo #q.

◟ * 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❬ YEONA / @glacieure ❭

❝ 蒸気 —— in the eve of the night, it has come to no one’s surprise that imojen has reached the complex with bottles of soju carried by both hands. and although ideally, her own system would gladly be suffice to lodge the heaps of alcohol on its own, her brain is wired differently when tipsy. prior to this, imojen had spent most of her evening at a small convenience store, lining cans of beer beside each other before deciding to bail such a dull pastime. she could hop into some random haywire in the bustling city, but ultimately decided to retreat with booze and a shameless offer. hence why she finds herself trudging towards a familiar hallway, taking a route completely apart from the way to her own, and stood in front of an apartment door. now, before she made a fool of herself, imojen weighed her options while there is still a chance to turn back. well, considering that she had taken the time all the way to yeona, there shouldn’t be any more options to weigh. but the thing is, the relationship imojen has with her isn’t something to take lightly and showing up in a squiffy state at her doorstep with booze and zero heads up could run things south. they’ve had a fair share of interesting silly maneuvers but that was when they’re both high and drunk, and tonight, it seems imojen’s braving a toe out of line under the influence. “i’ve come with peace offering—” she crowed before the closed door after knocking, then cursed at herself for embarking on such an embarrassing line. “of soju and some rolled hash.” she added anyway.

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft yeona .#closed starter .#i hope this is okay !!!! pls tell me if u want something changed <3 #glacieure #q.

◟ * 𝐚𝐧 𝐞𝐱𝐜𝐞𝐫𝐩𝐭 𝐟𝐫𝐨𝐦 ❬ ISEUL / @iseulfms ❭

🎤 : my muse sings for yours or takes yours to karaoke

“ i already checked and they have plenty of songs you’re going to like . ” fingers innocently intertwine themselves with her own , pulling her into the rented karaoke room dimly lit with color changing led lights . cheap beer is already sitting out at a stagnant room temperature and food that’s bound to make them sick is placed next to it , iseul not even hesitating to grab a couple french fries and pop them into his mouth after offering her one . “ want me to go first ? ”

❝ 蒸気 ——

there had always been a sense of enthrallment whenever imojen finds herself in the company of iseul. she knew she feels secure around him, almost wrapped in their own tiny bubble that even with so much differences and similarities, they are able to withstand anything. iseul is a breath of fresh air, different from her routine of disarray and for the first time, she’d felt safe. but everyone knew what imojen was like: she lived for the unknown, chased for uncertainties, hoped for the chaos to consume her, sometimes she’d wonder if security was enough. then her eyes looked over to their intertwined hands as they made their way inside the karaoke place, he raved of the songs she was bound to like and she teased back with, “you sound so smug, how sure are you i’m going to like them?” but imojen knew that whatever songs iseul picked and played for her, she’d still adore nonetheless.

the beer on the table had been the first thing that imojen took and drowned herself with, truly says a lot about her character. the sting, however, inevitably left a sour mark on her face but masked it with a laugh, “beer’s a solid thing to knock me out fast,” which undeniably is a state imojen looks forward to. she was in a room, dimly lit and the thump of the music base strong, who would want to be sober? “sure, of course, you wouldn’t want to go after a rockstar now, would you?” with a hint of teasing in her tone, she replied after plopping the fries she’d taken from him into her mouth. "if you score higher than me, next round of drinks are on me."

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft iseul .#i hope u dont mind i wrote a bit longer sfsdf #iseulfms #q.

◟ * 𝐚 𝐬𝐭𝐚𝐫𝐭𝐞𝐫 𝐟𝐨𝐫 ❬ SEOJIN / @runawayfairie ❭

❝ 蒸気 —— already in a quite hazy state of mind, imojen still drowns herself with a shot glass full of alcohol for the frequency of an unknown amount— or at least simply by the fact that she’d drank way too many for it to be possibly known. she felt the burn of the drink cascade down her throat, but it never bothered her for the familiarity of the liquor has long been established in her system. with a satisfied sigh, she puts down the glass on to the bar counter before asking the bartender for another set for herself. imojen’s perhaps somehow gained immunity to the effects of her constant drinking habits or it’s possibly her high tolerance against it, but regardless, she still made some sense of things that surround her and hasn’t succumbed to any embarrassing outbursts. while she waited for her drinks, her eyes scanned the room for any other areas she could hermit into until they landed on a familiar face. a proof of her sobriety, imojen was sure she’s seen seojin a few feet from where she sat, and her first instinct was to call onto her, “hey there, gorgeous, want to have drinks with me?” she smiled, the type that made her look a tad bit more approachable.

#* 𝐈𝐌𝐎𝐉𝐄𝐍 ㅤ ◟ ㅤ [ ㅤ蒸気 ㅤ ] ㅤ ㅤ ↺ ㅤ ㅤ prose .#◟ * ft seojin .#closed starter .#ahhh i hope this is okay #pls lmk if u want something changed <3 #runawayfairie