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@xgeumbit
— up, up, up with our voices! —
indie multimuse rp blog of Kpop D.emon Hunters, OC and Canon movie/hc based portrayal written by bourbon
21+ // nsft tagged // beta editor activity status: med activity — running queue & sporadic posts follows from @bourbontales
blog roll: @altrxisme , @xenjoyedthat
muse list perma starter/plot call // dynamic call ask memes // open starters // gen. plot wishlist
RULES below:
any will to fight sinks out out of matthew's body the second minsu physically grabs him. a hand on his wrist, fingers tilting his jaw this way and that, the other calling him a good boy. it's like a switch turns on in his brain, and matthew is suddenly limp and pliant in their hold. ( he'd be embarrassed about it if he wasn't so turned on. what the fuck was happening. ) his eyes are nearly cross eyed as he focuses on minsu's defining features, and he's almost leaning in to close the distance before he snaps himself out of it. ( what the fuck what the fuck what the fuck. ) swallowing, he aims for charming instead. "next time," he breathes, "just say you wanna kiss me and actually do it. 'cause, y'know," he smirks, "you missed."
they notice the switch immediately— the tense line of matthew's shoulders easing down and the way his eyes track the lines of their features has minsu faintly smiling in amusement. it doesn't come to them as a shock, per se, but seeing it this close as they wipe off the cream stains on his cheeks has them looking up at him from beneath their lashes. the corner of their lips quirk up when the other looks as if he was about to lean in before gaining his bearings once more. "oh? pretty sure i did kiss you. like, three times." they tap his cheeks and forehead, the spaces once stained with their lips color now ready to be marked once more. "did you have a particular target on your face you want me to place, hm?"
she casts minsu a small, grateful smile as her purchases are taken away and readied. a convenience store might have been an odd place to find solace in, but there weren't a lot of public places for someone like her to find it. having to disguise herself every time she went out ( even at the moment, so late at night when most people were already at home ) got old and tired real quick. but that's what came with the idol territory and there was little she could do about it.
leaving her cap and mask behind was too risky, and she'd hate to drag minsu into the tabloids and gossip pages if they ever picked up on how frequently she came to a certain convenience store.
"you could make that a thing, you know. transform this whole place into a late night ramyeon place instead." she presumed that's what most people came into buy at that time, anyway. but then mira would probably have to stop coming around, and it'd be harder for her and the girls to come to minsu if they needed to after a hunt. "you're really not gonna ask me even one question about this whole mood i'm in?"
they hum in thought, looking around his store with a tilt of their head. while minsu does appreciate a good late night food joint, it just wasn't the vibe they were looking for. there was a certain hustle and bustle when it came to food specific places, and for the main work that they do for the hunters— it wasn't ideal. nor was it what they envisioned for themselves— an easy going, quiet life that went whichever way the wind blew.
"i don't know about turning the whole place upside..." they chuckle with a shake of their head, though the smile on his lips saw that the idea was at the very least interesting. "but i could probably do a little night ramyeon event from time to time." a lot of students and late night workers from all over seem to like loitering around the store anyways. they could make sure they all get fed and sheltered for a moment, let the store be a place where they could breathe away their troubles and burdens while they eat.
at mira's question, minsu simply raises a brow and shrugs. "would it put you off if i ask you? or did you need to lend an ear to listen to your musings?"
[ SMS ; YONGIE ] don't call yourself daddy unless you wanna open a can of worms that we can't close, babe [ SMS ; YONGIE ] thirty minutes........ fine 🙄 [ SMS ; YONGIE ] and now you're being greedy?? this is horrible. this is Diabolical [ SMS ; YONGIE ] i guess i can show you, if only so you'll come home faster 😌 [ SMS ; YONGIE ] [ IMG.JPG ] [ SMS ; YONGIE ] you can decide if thirty minutes is still fair after that
[ SMS ; ANGEL ] just teasing, angel (; [ SMS ; ANGEL ] i've seen the edits [ SMS ; ANGEL ] when it comes to you... my greed knows no bounds
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[ SMS ; ANGEL ] make sure to keep the door unlocked [ SMS ; ANGEL ] see you in 10
[ sick ] sender bringing a sick receiver whatever they need ( food / medicine / etc. ) . / @xgeumbit
his eyes are bleary when they blink open. he's not even sure what day it is, how long it's been since he's gotten out of bed. ( jay kim doesn't handle sickness very well. his entire body seemingly shuts down, and for one reason or another, his ability to take care of himself flies directly out the window. and he should've known better than to reach out to hwayoung after she insisted on putting distance between them, but he couldn't help it. the heart wants what it wants. )
which is why, when minsu slips into his apartment, the confusion on jay's face is clear. "wha...," he starts, head tilted in obvious distress. ( a simple check of his phone -- and an insistence on wearing his glasses -- would reveal that his desperate plea of a text at three the morning when to hwayoung's best friend, instead of hwayoung herself. which, in the long run, is better, but... the pieces don't connect in jay's brain just yet. his head is still too cloudy with congestion. ) sighing, he flops back down onto the pillow, pout obvious as he speaks. "she sent you instead of comin' herself, didn't she," he whines, eyes closed as the pounding in his head increases.
the unimpressed look on minsu's face takes over the sympathetic one they would've offered jay if he hadn't mentioned her. the store owner softly sighs as they quietly close the front door shut with a bag of necessities for one sick kim 'jay' juwon, who apparently assumed he had been texting hwa-young this entire time.
perhaps the universe decided to give the other a break for once and made sure he did anything but that.
"yaah... that hurts my feelings, y'know? i'm not her errand boy, i've got a job myself." two jobs, in fact. one which he decided to take a break from to attend to the other— the other which he handed the reins to one of his more responsible employees so he could tend to jay. the first few delirious texts pulled at their heartstrings a little, knowing what was going on between his childhood friend and his friend. it wasn't until he could practically hear jay's cries for hwa through texts of all things that they thought it was time to put the man to bed.
"aish... it's a good thing you've been texting me this whole time. i don't think you'd want to be seen like this, especially after all those things you sent."
❛ here, you look like you're freezing. ❜ / @xgeumbit
brows raise high on his head when he turns, spots do-hyun behind him with what looks like a coat. ( it's.. thinner, that's for sure. it looks more like a flannel. in fact, it looks like his flannel that's been missing for the past few weeks. he decides not to comment on it. ) jay's lips press together to hide his amusement, and with a gentle shake of his head, he reaches out, takes the shirt with a gentle nod. "thank you," he offers. he doesn't want to take the gesture for granted -- though their conversations are few and far between, jay doesn't wish to offend the would be dancer.
shrugging it on over his t-shirt, jay adjusts, notes the way it fits him perfectly. ( because it's his, but he still keeps the information to himself. ) "they've really got the air blasting today, huh," he comments, a hand pointing up towards the ceiling where the cooling system is working overtime. "guess that means i'm not movin' around enough if i'm still cold, hah."
the former reaper grins as the boy accepts his gesture of goodwill ( and none the wiser that he had swiped it from his bag some time ago, ha! ) he thought it was about time he returned it, having styled it a few times with the pretty healer ( the store owner narrowed their eyes at the avian-turned-person when he proudly showed them his findings ).
"yeah, yeah. keep it, kid." he laughs with a nod, seeing jay warm up from the cold winds in the building. really though, it wasn't that hot outside so there was no need to keep the place chilly. "it's not just you freezing their tail off here. was trying to go take a nap on my usual perch up in the ceilings when the vent blasted me off!' no, it didn't. it simply caught him off guard as he squawked off his perch, rolling off the ledge, and hitting the ground with a slight bounce. his left shoulder and hip still ache from the impact— the cost of being able to turn back into this form of his.
although, he could have turned back into a magpie... but the chill blanked his mind before he could react quick enough.
send “ who did this to you ? ” for the sender to find the receiver injured and demand to know who did it.
@turnedkind / cont.
she looks up at him with a faint sigh, subconsciously turning her cheek towards his touch. for so long is hwa used to being the one who swept in for those in need, so to have it turn her way like so...
"i'm just... getting used to it."
with a slight huff, a smile manages to curve the corners of her lips as a hand rests on his wrist— her thumb brushing against where a pulse would be.
"i hope it wasn't any trouble."
WOOYOUNG 260628
Which came first; the music or the misery?
Fall Out Boy || Dance Dance // I Don't Care // The Phoenix
' it's just what i've heard. '
which is true. most of what he knew of her was heard through third parties. in truth, this was the first time he'd officially met her. but everyone that he'd talked to about her had nothing but nice things to say. his fingers tap lightly against his cheek as he watches her, lips pulling into a small smile.
' i just can't help it. i hear something that doesn't quite make sense and i feel the need to figure it out. curiosity is healthy. '
"curiosity is very healthy for the youth!"
it's something she always encourages trainees who are figuring themselves out whilst fitting into a pre-determined image their companies might shove them into. authenticity wins no matter what— in terms of performance and creating connections with one's fanbase.
curiosity also brings in all sorts of news and rumors they like to investigate.
"something didn't make sense, huh? what else have you heard 'round the block, kiddo?"
if he in his right mind, taeho would be putting on a show to disguise himself for what he is. but right now ? he doesn't have it in him to be worried about it. not when he can sense that this one isn't human. which of course, also means there was nothing they could do to help him.
' i'm fine. ' ground out between clenched teeth. he gently pulls from the other, not wanting to hurt them when they were simply trying to help. ' just...just need to get home. '
do-hyun tilts his head, watching the other's struggle on his features. normally he would have left others to their own devices, used to being a passerby as a reaper does which is ingrained in his nature. but...
well, he is a former reaper after all.
"i can help you with that, if you want." he could at least offer that to him. it wasn't as ig he had anything else to do at the moment. the elders of the hunters have become a bit more lax with letting him wander about, with the support of huntr/x and other like-minded hunters. it's been nice.
and it's not like he can guide a soul anymore.
kissy kissy prompts
if you are sending to a multi-muse, remember to specify the muse that the prompts are being sent for . you can add + reverse to swap roles . a couple of these are considered usfw / nsfw .
🫣 Kiss the receiver for the very first time.
🥀 Kiss the receiver as if it is for the very last time.
😡 Kiss the receiver during a heated argument.
🧱 Pin the receiver against the wall while kissing them.
🫦 Bite the receiver's lower lip before kissing them fiercely.
😭 Kiss away the receiver's tears from their cheeks.
😴 Wake the receiver up with kisses all over their face.
🔥 Kiss the receiver while snuggled up by a fireplace / campfire.
👔 Pull the receiver in for a kiss by their collar / tie / belt.
🛏️ Push the receiver onto the bed and pounce them with kisses.
💋 Gently kiss one of the receiver's scars / wounds.
🌃 Kiss the receiver while quietly stargazing.
😱 Kiss the receiver to shock them out of an anxiety / panic attack.
🥂 Press a kiss on the receiver's lips / cheek while a little tipsy.
🎭 Kiss the receiver while on a pretend date (for a mission / wedding etc.).
🌿 Kiss the receiver while standing under some mistletoe.
😈 Kiss the receiver on / near one of their private parts.
💦 Kiss the receiver while they slowly come down from their release.
💄 Leave lipstick marks on the receiver's face / neck / body.
🧛 Leave a trail of bite marks along the receiver's neck / body.
blog anniversary was yesterday!!! :D man, i'm really going through it huh haha
"okay so, fair warning, my acting experience is little to none unless we're gonna count music videos and advertisements. they technically don't, right?" having to emote for a short scene didn't really seem like acting to her. if anything, her biggest acting role yet might've been how she managed to hide her patterns and act like she just preferred to cover up. not that rumi could tell him anything about that, though. "but i want this cameo to be good, so feel free to tell me if i suck."
@xgeumbit - for yong-rae ! kpdh anniversary interaction call.
he gives her a reassuring smile, gently bumping his arm against her shoulder. "my first technical acting credit was a banana milk commercial that i did on a whim. your experiences count plenty." yong-rae always took care to make sure people around him were at ease— at least, as much as they could be. "you've been in front of a camera before, so let's start there." it was another project where he was both actor and director, taking the second lead role this time much to most people's dismay. "give yourself more credit here, ryu-nim. you did well in all of your group's music videos and ads."
whatever minsu is saying goes in one ear and out the other. they're so annoying, so frustrating in the way they don't get riled up at all with whatever matthew spits at them. usually, there's some kind of fight. that's what matthew looks forward to, anticipates, even. but when it doesn't come, he huffs. eyes drop to the make-up wipe, and with a roll of his eyes, he snatches it, brings it to his face to get the lipstick off once and for all. "i don't whine," he states, though his tone says otherwise. as it is, he's huffing, rubbing the red around his face in his lame attempt to get it off. "these things suck, by the way," he scowls. "s'not doin' anything to fix this shit."
they raise a brow as matthew tries to scrub the lipstick off of his face with the wipe. minsu watches for a couple more seconds before taking a firm hold of the other's wrist, keeping him from rubbing his cheek raw beneath the red. "goodness gracious. the more you fight it, the worse it'll be for you." with a shake of their head, they pull him in closer while they take out a little bottle of make-up cleansing oil. "be a good boy and stay still for me, would you." any attempt to pull or step back is shut down when he takes a hold of his chin, turning his head slightly as they gently clean off the lipstick marks on his cheek. they hum quietly as they easily maneuver matthew to turn when needed, the warmth of his breath ghosting over his skin.
