WE'RE MOVING FORWARD WITH MAXIMUM POWER
an rp blog for the fictional kpop group known as 'noeasy' and their team.
muse page. follows back from childrenofslumber. written by nicky (she/her, 29). not affiliated with their irl fcs or band.
we're not kids anymore.
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Kiana Khansmith
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Love Begins
Sweet Seals For You, Always
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WE'RE MOVING FORWARD WITH MAXIMUM POWER
an rp blog for the fictional kpop group known as 'noeasy' and their team.
muse page. follows back from childrenofslumber. written by nicky (she/her, 29). not affiliated with their irl fcs or band.
everyone sending ‘💋’ in my inbox gets a kiss from my muse.
if you can’t see the symbol send ‘kiss mark emoji’.
OFF CAMPUS 1.06 "The Breakaway"
you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love ↳ lines taken from olivia rodrigo's third studio album, you seem pretty sad for a girl so in love. some edited for clarity and flow.
drop dead
i know that the bar closes at 11, but i hope you never finish that beer
you know all the words to "just like heaven", and I know why he wrote them now that you're standing right here.
one night I was bored in bed and stalked you on the internet.
i'm the most alive i've ever been, but kiss me and I might drop dead.
i feel like i might throw up.
you're so, so pretty boy, i'm paranoid i made you up.
i've been droppin' hints all night, that i'd love if you held my hand, goddamn.
let's go steady, let's go out.
stupid song
new york city's never looked so blue.
my friends are smoking blunts in the bathroom.
they say that honest love is a cage that makes you feel free.
all the girls at this party are so cool.
but i can't help but imagine what you say when you speak about me.
you're a spark in the dark, in my clothes, i caught aflame.
you should feel how i feel when somebody says your name.
i'm the car speeding down the boulevard without a brake, and i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.
i want you more than any stupid song could ever say.
my heart made of wax and i'm melting in the sun.
i'm the thread on your shirt and it's coming undone.
i feel right, i feel wrong, i feel totally insane.
honeybee
so i guess that it's true, time can heal even the worst of wounds.
the clichés i knew seem so commonplace when i saw you.
let's just walk in the dark, hop the fence in the park, baby boy, honeybee, god, i love the way you look at me.
and it's too hard to describe this in a way that feels honest, but even when i'm quiet, i love you, baby, i promise.
and i hope i never see what your face looks like going, a face i swear that i could spend my whole life knowing, here's to hoping.
pick me up, walk me home, man, it feels like god threw me a bone.
sticky sweet, tangerine, would you sit and keep me company?
in the dark, i'm not scared, i just reach and you're right there.
shooting stars, racing cars, everything i own just feels like ours.
maggots for brains
my day is so mundane, i don't think i left the house.
drank a pot of coffee, tried to write, nothing came out.
somehow, it's the weekend, i'm still bored out of my skull, and i went to the party but only on principle.
empty, who can leave?
i'm a zombie in my body, i'm a train off of the track.
i feel dirty, i feel rotten, and the colors are all flat.
i'm a sad shell of a woman, and i've got maggots for brains, but that's just a thing that happens in my brain, he goes away.
everything feels moldy like the fruit that's in my fridge.
everything that's funny, i wish i could tell to him.
sometimes, at a low point, i even wish for tragedy, 'cause i know he'd come over and take real good care of me.
what can i do but think of you?
u+me=<3
i think that you're killer with your floppy hair.
take me out to dinner, you know you can take me anywhere.
all of my girlfriends roll their eyes and tell me to take it slow this time.
i got a feeling, wounds are healing, talking on the phone.
i know everybody changes but i hope that we don't.
carve our names into the car seat leather, you plus me equals a heart forever.
i like your big sister, she has your same face.
i try to win her over with my cynical humor and yacht rock music taste
all my ex-boyfriends have heard these lines, but i like you better by a million times.
if you buy me silver jewelry and all my favorite cadbury and tell me it again 'bout how we met and that you thought of me.
sometimes i get overwhelmed and way too far, i hurt myself, i often get the feeling that i'll never want somebody else.
they say modern love's a cruel endeavor and to that i say, "fuck it, whatever".
my way
it's a little hard to to stomach all your amateur moves
you're loose with me, like obviously, but you lingering on the edge just like a bad perfume.
it's getting to me, embarrassingly.
here's the part where the girl gets pissed, and the girl is me, did you get that hint?
you're in my way now.
don't go where you don't belong.
think i can make out how hard you hang on.
kind of insane how you keep calling, but you never get the message.
it goes my way now.
man, i wonder what you think.
you're sending another poem and think that'll let me go.
maybe you're just tryna to get me riled up now, you're posting another pic, in clothes that i know are his.
well, here's a map of the lines i drew, and some girl steps over and the girl is you.
so, where'd you get that confidence from?
last time that i checked, i won.
let me be direct, "just stop", you're being fucking weird.
maybe I'm a petty bitch, but you made me resort to this, that's it, i win.
purple
it's funny when your mom shows pictures of you in your school clothes, your buzzcut, and scrapes on your knees change, but those eyes, still no.
it's crazy how i used to visit your town like a touris now i got a local grocery store and a favorite florist.
you kiss my neck, may our paths intersect 'til the two lines formed a circle.
i melt with you, you're red and I'm blue, now i see the world in purple.
now a toothbrush, a coat, and pair of shoes all come in double.
we fight over who i'm hanging out with like a real couple.
it's a small world, on and on again, revolve around us two.
it's crazy, i had big dreams 'til i tied myself to you, now I'm all-consumed in.
melt with you 'til it all turns black. are we so in love? are we too attached?
melt with you 'til it all turns black, when you smooth it out, but it feels too flat.
melt with you 'til it all turns black. when you get so close and you can't go back.
melt with you 'til it all turns black, melt with you 'til it just feels sad.
the cure
all the pretty girls in the foreground of my mind.
i thought i'd done enough, but they keep moving the line.
i thought I found the antidote this time.
all the nights i spend fighting bad thoughts in my room, feeling so alone, might as well be on the moon.
my head is full of poison and my heart is full of doubt.
i got toxins in my bloodstream; you tried hard to suck them out.
it feels like medication and it's good for me, i'm sure, but it don't matter how your love feels anymore, it'll never be the cure.
it'll never be the cure.
used to play a game in my head when I'd date a guy, tally up the girls that he fucked till i start to cry.
why can't you come stitch me up?
why can't it ever be enough?
it's not enough.
begged
all that i want is to know undoubtedly that you just have eyes for me.
could you make it clear?
all that i want is to sit here silently and watch movies on tv.
what a shame, you're not here to witness my devotion, and my endless well of needs.
i'm an anchor in the ocean, you know i could never leave.
so, i'm patient, you're learning, pretend it's not hurting.
they say it's a virtue to not let good love slip away.
so, i'm cool and forgiving, i'll take what you're giving, but nothing's quite enough, when i know that to get it, i begged.
and i have this thought when i lay in bed at night that i feel trapped inside my life.
is that a normal thing to fight back the waves of a static lover's dread?
i'm overwhelmed, i'm underfed, and yet I still cling to hope like snow on mountains.
careless words melt it away.
i'm a penny in a fountain, just waiting on my luck to change.
what's wrong with me
i'm just staring at the ceiling, can't describe this feeling ii've got in my head.
i'm out of body in my bed and i'm just searching up my symptoms, desperate to fix 'em.
i'll do anything, 'cause lately i've been spiraling.
i'm not feeling like myself and nothing ever seems to help.
went to the doctor and she said i was fine, but every movie that i see makes me cry.
it's like somebody put a weight on my chest.
i should talk to a friend but i can't get out of bed.
my head is spinning and my stomach is sick, say i'm in love, so it's hard to admit.
i can't eat, i can't sleep, i think you're what's wrong with me.
i keep looking for distractions, hope the feeling passes.
i've got to say, it's getting harder every day.
i can't seem to get around it, head just keeps on pounding with the simple thought "what if this isn't what i want?".
i'm not feeling like myself, all amber lights and warning bells.
i'm not feeling like myself and i'm not hiding it well.
less
i feel it again, edge of the bed.
body and head protesting, my stomach's in knots.
i don't wanna talk, let's just go to bed or something.
maybe it'll fix itself tomorrow, but i've been saying that like every night.
you say you can't stand to watch me cry a minute more, so you do the noble thing and open up the door.
if loving me means letting go and wishing me the best then i guess i wish you loved me less.
i wish you loved me less.
we tried to recreate our favorite date, ut we didn't laugh much this time.
our trip to Big Sur only confirmed this isn't what it should feel like.
maybe i'm a stubborn overthinker but i've been thinking over this a lot.
i could try convincing you they're just intrusive thoughts, but you've seen me truly happy, so you know right now i'm not.
if loving me means crying on the curb at lax, well, then i guess i wish you loved me less.
if loving me means saying "babe, i think this is the end", i guess i wish you loved me less.
expectations
i met him at a party, i think he was on drugs.
he wasn't smart or funny, i convinced myself he was.
he had a great apartment, and a car his parents bought, i thought that he was perfect, and now his number's blocked.
took a couple months but now i am secure, i am so evolved, now i ask for more, and more, and more, and more, and more.
i won't settle for a guy with a fake job.
he seems so desperate for loving, but, baby, i'm not.
gave my heart with zero stipulations, now, i take careful consideration.
i'm not kissin' any boy that is passive.
your indecision is painfully unattractive.
past mistakes are just new information.
these days, i've got expectations.
so i hit the new year like a single girl at a vegas bar.
rocking my mini dress with a vodka cran and an open heart.
yeah, i've got hope, yeah, i've got drive, i will not lose my faith.
don't think my future husband is in this bar in Silver Lake
but in a couple months, a man will be the cure, he will be evolved, and i will be adored.
cigarette smoke
it's a cigarette smoke, it's a smell that i know, it clings to my clothes, seeps into my bones.
it's a real quiet house with the shower left on.
five beers in the fridge and the second car's gone.
i regret you, how long i stayed.
i resent you for not being brave.
tell me something honest so the memories turn dark.
you said that i made loving look easy 'til i made it hard.
give me back my time and i will give you back your heart.
i thought that we played the perfect couple 'til you didn't want the part.
some nights can be so fucking lonely, but it's better than begging for you to stand up for me, honeybee.
i regret you, what i let slide.
i resent you taking her side.
it's bone dry, bitter, and hollow, you'll be miles away tomorrow.
why'd i try at all?
“Hey, how was practice? Hi, baby.” OFF CAMPUS 01.06 'The Breakaway'
He leaned back. “Look I don’t know much about this industry. My daughter is a fan. I went to a concert once when a couple of years ago and honestly it was hell. I, a grown man, was scared.” He chuckled. “Last concert I’d went to was with Sarah’s mom before she was a born, very different time. Very different crowned. No one was had phones nothing like that.” He shrugged. “But I do know how to protect. It’s something’ I’ve been doing for the last eighteen years. So I got that going’.”
He shook his head. “I don’t give a shit about the company. If I get this job, which I hope I will. My priority will be these guys. To protect them, which is what I will do he nodded. “You have my word.”
He eyed the woman. “You too. The other team members, I feel like you guys get forgotten too. But you’re part of their team so I’d keep an eye on you guys too.”
Chitty couldn't help but laugh at the idea of someone like him being scared. He was giant, he didn't seem like the type to be scared of anything, "well you know that this job does mean attending all of those right? You will not be out in the crowd, those are venue security. You would be back with us managers for when the boys come off stage." She sat forward to listen. "You look like someone that likes classic rock n' roll." She grinned, "and like they know how to protect someone."
That made Chitty smile. And that solidified her choice. "I think they're gonna like you." They were absolutely going to be a headache for this man.
"That is very noble of you, Joel, but that's okay. Nobody's coming after us. Maybe Minho, he's one of the main managers and he used to be an idol himself- but he keeps an eye on himself, and me. We're just here to take care of these guys." Chitty nodded. "How soon can you start?"
(in love with you) (bursting at the seams to talk to you) (heart teeming chest aching) hey how are you
“Tell me to stop, and I will.” - for chitty XD
Chitra stared up at him through her lashes, dark eyes catching in the light. She probably should tell him to stop, they were coworkers but every time he looked her way he had her heart racing and every cell in her body screaming to be close to him. Her bottom lip tugged between her teeth and she hummed in thought, “and if I don’t want you to stop?” She asked, her body shifting closer to him. “What do you want, Joel?”
Mika Abdalla as Allie Hayes OFF CAMPUS (2026-)
RANDOM DIALOGUE PROMPTS 2.0
continuing from my original random dialogue series ( 1.0 | 1.5 ), i thought to create a brand new one for even more (random) situations! the following prompts are from a variety of public sources, as well as my own. as always, some triggering content may be present! change any pronouns to better suit your muse(s) needs!
thank you for agreeing to help.
sorry, it’s just that i get very nervous when someone else is driving.
i sense tension…
there’s a reason i keep this door closed.
i can’t believe you would do this to me!
there’s nothing reassuring about what you just said.
i thought we’d be safe here.
thanks for looking out for me.
i’m right here.
thinking about it makes me sick.
i’m not asking.
c’mon, i’ll drive you home.
there’s something i’ve been meaning to tell you.
hey, you owe me this favour.
i want to be there when you get what’s coming to you.
you’re too good for this world.
i’ll be okay, i’m always okay.
sorry about last night.
do you remember we used to do that in school?
i need your help.
you have no idea how much this means to me.
how long have you been standing there?
we have to stop meeting like this.
there’s someone in the house!
you’re beautiful.
very few people understand me, but you do.
i’m sorry.
get out of my way.
i saw it as clearly as i see you standing there now.
if you leave now, you lose everything.
please stop talking.
i make my goddamn choices myself, based on what i know.
don’t upset your father, not now.
you’re gonna get us killed someday.
i don’t feel good.
do you ever think we should just stop doing this?
i think you should stay the night.
who’s side are you on?
believe it or not, i am grateful.
i’m not supposed to talk to strangers.
you have to leave right now, you aren’t safe here.
i don’t think this is a good idea.
you’re not dead yet.
i wish you told me sooner.
are you kidding me?
you must be mad, coming here like this.
i don’t know how i can repay you.
you embarrassed me this evening.
don’t act so surprised.
there’s something i need to get off my chest.
tell me what’s bothering you.
everything is always about you!
midnight, on the bridge. come alone.
you stand there and accuse me, but where were you at the time?
i knew you wouldn’t be able to see it through.
i need more time to think.
you need me.
i’ve forgotten what it’s like to feel young.
you’re okay, you’re okay.
i don’t remember my childhood.
if we both stick to the story, they can’t prove anything.
i’ve been checking you out.
you look tired.
this must be hard for you.
never underestimate me again.
you got a package for me?
i think you’re right.
my hands are clean in all of this.
we really need a better excuse to see each other.
i’m ready to try again.
where i go and what i do is none of your business!
i never thought i’d see you again.
my work is my life.
we never should’ve kissed—that was our first mistake.
i feel very alone.
you are loved, don’t ever forget that.
i’m not gonna make it.
i don’t think i could live alone again.
when i was younger, i saw something i shouldn’t have.
i don’t want to have a baby.
stay the night, you deserve the rest.
you look ridiculous in that thing.
quick, hide behind the sofa!
hurry! they’re pulling up in the driveway!
i haven’t had a good breakdown in months, perhaps i’m due.
you’re impossible to ignore.
if you get me his phone, i might reconsider.
i’m afraid you’d look at me differently, now that you know.
i can’t trust you anymore.
hope is a silent killer, one day you’ll find that out for yourself.
i miss moments like this more than anything.
you can’t keep treating me this way!
sorry, i haven’t checked my phone all day.
my head is killing me.
just do as i say, and no one gets hurt.
you woke me up.
i didn’t mean to make you upset.
i can’t believe you’re just gonna give up like that!
just breathe.
i’m in the mood for pizza, what do you think?
if this is going to work, you’re going to have to trust me.
i’m not a big fan of the dark.
i could kill you!
you should’ve listened to me.
there’s always going to be someone who wants to knock you down.
it’s not fair!
so you had a bad day, there’s always tomorrow.
be nice to me, it’s my birthday.
you didn’t have to walk me home.
i would appreciate it if we didn’t discuss personal matters right now.
there’s no need to be callous and cruel.
this is for your own good.
i could kiss you.
i’m in the middle of something, this better be urgent!
Thunderbolts* dir. Jake Schreier | 2025
Of course Liv knew exactly what she was doing with that complaint, with that coy tone, and got exactly what she wanted in the form of another swat against her ass. Unable to help it as she jerked forward slightly at the contact, another sound of pleasure slipping past her lips. Which only grew louder as she felt him finally give her some form of mercy and slip his fingers inside her. "Mmm, oh shit." She mumbled out, instinctively pushing back against his fingers, trying to get her fill as much as she could. "Please, please more." The slick sound of his fingers sliding through her soaked cunt only proceeded to turn her on more, practically dripping down his wrist.
Kwang knew what she wanted, and that she was going to be a brat to get it. He’d give it to her, he never denied her anything — for too long at least. She could have her fun. He was having his. The moans, gasps and curses in her sweet voice had him wound tight. “Ah ah, behave and stay still for me, okay?.” He brought his other hand down for another swat before gripping her hip to keep her still. “You take what I give you, pretty girl.” But he wasn’t cruel, with her soaked like this it was easy to move his fingers deeper inside her and the sound of her wetness pooling made him groan.. “If you're going to beg, use your words - tell me what you want. Faster? Deeper? More fingers. Say it."
Miley could feel the way her slick dripped down her cunt and onto the sheet below her and that definitely did something to her, the fact that such a simple touch from him could have her dripping like that. His soft little words of praise had her letting out a choked out little moan, eyes still shut, focused on nothing but him and this moment. His voice. His fingers. The second she felt him circle her clit however, she couldn't help the way her voice immediately raised in volume and an "oh, God" escaped. Hips jerked forward once and another nod. "Yes there, right there, fuck honey."
Kiho was in awe. Fuck she was gorgeous and having her like this had his heart ramming against his rib cage. He had to fight between two wants burning in his brain. The want to keep her like this, teasing until she trembled and soaked his fingers, and the want to turn her over and slide his cock into that sweet cunt until she saw stars. He hummed when the moan quickly fell from her lips, hand tightening against her thigh to keep her still. “Right there?” Two fingers circled her clit, slowly but pressing down firmer. “I love you…” he said softly.
Episode 1: The Deal | Episode 2: The Practice | Episode 7: The Stand Off
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