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       Chaste ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lustful     Energetic ●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Lazy     Forgiving ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Vengeful    Generous ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Selfish        Honest ●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Deceitful            Just ◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Arbitrary       Merciful ●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cruel        Modest ◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌ Proud          Pious ◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌ Worldly       Prudent ◌◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌ Reckless  Temperate ◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌●◌◌ Indulgent      Trusting ◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Suspicious     Valorous ◌◌◌●◌◌◌◌◌◌◌ Cowardly

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                                               that’s because i’m gonna be a   1. 2. 3.                                                                            superhero!!

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          ❝ H-hey!! Do you get some kind of sick pleasure from being somean?! Why don't you go hug a puppy or eat some good cake or  something like that? C'mon, I bet I could find you a cool pitbull! ❞

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          ❝ Hm. What to buy, what to buy...? ❞

          The young man's brows are pinched together in absolute concentration; tension fills his body from the frayed tips of his short, dyed hair to the toes clenching together inside of his sneakers. His breathing is slowed, chocolate irises darting from left to right in a methodical manner. They move two inches to the right, stare for several seconds, then merely continue the movement ━  it is a pattern he follows as if the doctrine for life, as if dictated by God himself.

          It was all to choose which would be his beloved snack for today.

          Money was gripped securely within his fist, pressed against the glass which separated him from true happiness. His focused gaze alights as if set to fire by his own making ━ he has made his decision.

          Taking a step back, he breathes for what seems to be the first time in an eternity, fresh air entering his lungs as he moves to pay for his soon-to-be treat.

          ━And the next moment, he's staring slack jawed as a stranger  has unabashedly cut the line! It takes Hyunki several seconds to regain his composure, so startled by such an obscene gesture, lips moving as to scold the other as a leg is raised ever so quickly, escaping the  younger's attention before a loud crash wracks the neighborhood, as  well as his nerves, a yelp escaping him at the alarming sound.

          Immediately he is in hero mode, hand shoving his money back within the safe confines of his back pocket before grabbing the shoulder of this no-good delinquent. 

          ❝ Excuse me! I believe you just startled everyone on this street! And you hurt the machine too! What did it ever do to you?! And you cut me in line! That's so rude! Did no one teach you manners?! And you did not pay for those snacks! You are undeserving!! ❞

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In this world, there were two types of people. Those who were more or less able to tolerate waiting in line —— and those who absolutely, ABSOLUTELY couldn’t do it. Even if they didn’t have the slightest bit of a reason to be in a hurry. Even if, at any other time, they were perfectly capable of exhibiting some sort of patience. Even if there was just o n e  s i n g l e  p e r s o n before them.

As though he hadn’t seen the other at all, his feet continued onward at brisk speed, determined steps only coming to a halt when his nose was centimeters away from hitting the glass front. Needlessly to say, the contents were far more interesting than the stranger next to him who had just been sentenced to another few more minutes of waiting time before it was his turn again.

            “ mmmh —- … ”

                    eyes still set on the machine, he took a slow step                     back, then another one. His leg rose in the air and

                            SLAMMED

                    against the box full-speed, a loud, cracking sound                     echoing through the street, followed by the clattering                     of several bottles and granola bars that came crashing                     down from the upper rows.

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PSA on stealing on Tumblr

For those of you unaware of what this means, stealingfrom a blog can be anything,from copying an icon and using it yourself without permission, to those extremecases where someone creates a new blog, but makes it look almost exactly like someone else’s - as in they steal theme, headcanons, rules, and sometimes even characterization.

No matter how big, or how small, the theft, stealing is wrong; just like in the ‘real’ world. Roleplayers put time and effort into their writing, be it threads, or things such as headcanons. In fact, I dare say that the later takes even more time and effort than ‘regular’ roleplaying. The same, of course, goes for icons and GIFs, which can often take hours to perfect to ones liking - and even if the creator spent no more than two minutes, it is not for you to take. You simply have no right.

As an ending note, for those of you who do steal, and who care very little about other’s feelings; stealing makes you look bad. It makes you look unoriginal, unethical, and boring. And even if you happen to change for the better in the future, many people have the ‘once a thief, always a thief’ mentality. Chances are, that your reputation is blemished forever. And why would I play with the carbon copy, when I can have the original?

Tl;dr - Stealing on Tumblr is just as wrong as stealing in real life. Don’t do it, if not for the owner’s sake, then for your own

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my last word will probably be either “whoops” or “shit”

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jenniebrr

          ❝ H-hey, you don’t wanna do that━! I-I’m warning you!! ❞ he breathes out, the sound of his voice within the empty alleyway accompanied by the sliding of his sneakers against the stained pavement. Nerves have already caught the best of him, with good reason of course as there is a rather sharp object pointed in the direction of his fragile body, so easily torn to ribbons by such a weapon; it seemed that its destination, should he refused to cooperate with this coward of a mugger, would be his uncovered neck.

          Adrenaline is pumping; his words aren’t even spoken in the land’s  native tongue anymore, mind drawing a blank as English leaves his  quivering lips.

          And it’s not his own safety for which he is concerned with. Oh no, that is not the causation of the anxiety plaguing his body with heaviness, with  unending beads of sweat, with breathes that can’t suck in just enough air.

          The criminal spouts something out; his tone is rough, incapable of sympathy, demands shouted in a callous ring. He’s paralyzed. He can’t  move, can’t respond. He can only watch as hatred fills into the man’s eyes at his victim’s incompetency. The knife comes forward, rage fueling this  man’s murderous draw of the blade.

          An explosion of light, unnoticeable by those who would be found on  the street, the source having been far too deep within the hideaway that was this crook in the cityscape.

          Hyunki is standing upright, albeit trembling from whatever event had shook the small sector of space. His hands leak flames of the azure variety, the would-be assaulter lying on the floor, fire licking the clothes adorning his unconscious self. Luckily for him, it was concussive force, not extreme heat, which would be how he would meet his end. He’d wake up fine, maybe in some pain, hours later. Enough time for the police to come.

          But as for now, the young man’s fist closes. His breathing is shaky, the fires dying out around him as he wills them away. If only he could will away this godforsaken quivering. What kind of hero shook like a leaf in the wind when doing their job, their duty?

          Not a good one, that’s what kind.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

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harlsqn

          ❝ Excuse me, would you happen to know where I can find a McDonald's around here? I've been craving a great burger but I just cannot seem to find it anywhere!! ❞ his question is swiftly spat out, there leaving the woman with little time to respond. However, there was a sense of dire urgency to the words he spoke. No doubt his very being rested upon this woman, her answer, and  how quickly such relief would come.

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  ‘ ——— me? ' 

    ears flatten down against the sides of his head; a     gesture of submission & an inkling of awkwardness.      fyr’s hands slip behind him to furl into a joint fist.      exhale once, twice — he offers a tiny grin. 

  ‘ miqo’te. like beastmen but more — civil. ‘

          ❝ Miq.... -cutie, yeah, got it. ❞ he answers, oblivious to whatever mistake he's made in pronunciation. Instead, his attention is drawn to the ears which stood upon the other male's head; they were signs of how he was definitely not some normal human. Either way, hopefully this guy had a sense of direction because out here, he had no idea of where his college would be. 

          ❝ H-hey, do you know where Seoul is? I have classes in a bit and I need to get back from... wherever here is! ❞

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                             ❛ Oh— I would love to help out a student!                              May I ask for what subject this is for?

          In his experience, beautiful women often held themselves above the modest student, resulting in his being used as a doormat by many pairs of high-heels. However, this woman had a certain glow about her in which she carried herself, in her energy. That was his reasoning of choosing her for the experiment! Of course, he would never reveal such thoughts, lest she think he was weird.

          But she was smiling! That was a sign of convenience and opportunity, if he's ever seen one. In return, a grin from himself paired with a bow of gratitude. ❝ Thank you so much! And this is for my psychology class! We are to test the effects of introvertion and extroversion and how they affect different people! ❞

          He may have made that last part up, given how his memory of that particular day in class were muddled together with recollections of the glorious banh-mi he had consumed, but nevertheless the long, arduous questionnaire is shoved into the incognito idol's hands ━ all seven and a half pages.

╭          With the sudden scream, the undercover female finds her                   heels one with the cement. For the first time in, quite a                    white, Bora’s feet found themselves wandering off schedule                     without permission or knowledge of her manager. And just                    barely ten minutes in, someone was already screaming at                   her. As the voice sounds much younger than those whom                   keep track of her location, she assumes that it was just a                    STAR1 wanting to get a picture. With her plastered smile,                   she turns her heel to face the awaiting boy. She couldn’t                   help but hide her giggle seeing his adorable and innocent                   actions. While being distracted by smiling at him, she finds                   his supplies in her hands.                                                                 ╯

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Happy Friday. Looking forward to a productive weekend in.

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"Is that my shirt?

          ❝ I… do not think so! Unless you have recently bought the same shirt fromthe same website I have. Have you?! Such an invasion of privacy! Though I didpurchase it while on a library computer… ❞

          And there he goes, hand coming up to his chin as his eyes drift from thestranger’s visage. There’s a glazed look coming across his gaze, eyebrowsfurrowing as he seems to be in deep concentration. No, there were no memorieswhich Hyunki had of the other. That could only mean a few things, none of whichpleasant. Yet even with these harrowing thoughts travelling through his mind, his mind seems to refuse to remain on the problem at hand, exploring all different realms of how this mistake ( or reality. ) could have come to pass.

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bangmn:

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            █ ▌║ —— “I’ll pretend like I didn’t hear that.”

          ❝ Why not? Who wouldn't wish to have kimchi with chocolate cake?            Sweet and spicy, all at once! ❞

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tagged by: aneiko

Name: Yoo Hyunki

Nickname: Hyun-g, lame weirdo guy

Height:  175cm

Relationship status: Single!

Birthday: June 27th

Favorite colour: Orange!

Favorite singer/band: Too many to count!

Last song listened: OneRepublic - All the Right Moves!

Last movie watched: Star Wars: Episode I

Favorite book: Uh... pass.

Last book read: My psychology textbook...

Alarm clock sound: A very loud ringing noise!

Currently reading: Text messages from my mom!

# of siblings: Does Minjae count?

# of pets: None but I want a dog!

Best school subject: English

Cell phone type: iPhone 5s

Current shirt color: Blue

Gamer: Yes! I love my 3DS!

Day or night: Day

Summer or winter: Summer

Most-visited website: Youtube

Celebrity crushes: They're all so nice & pretty!

Tagging: toreru, convulsus, xhaeres, sawakool, stoiqve.