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❧

❧ for a drunk message 

( text → yoongi ) ???????

( text → yoongi ) why aew you hiding m y ballls???

( text → yoongi ) what did they ever do to you??

( text → yoongi ) hello????

( text → yoongi ) please give me vack my balls :(

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Hello, everyone! It’s been a week since we’ve opened, so we’ve decided to throw a casual, fun text meme for you to play with.

Just two things before we get started: Make sure to be inclusive and send memes to others if they’ve also reblogged this, and please note that text memes do not count for activity.

Otheriwse, go ahead and reblog this, have fun, and meme away!

Send ✉ for an 2 am message Send ↻ for an unsent message Send ✖ for an angry/threatening message Send ❤ for a loving/affectionate message Send ❧ for a drunk message Send ☀ for a morning message Send ☁ for a message not meant for you Send ☂ for a scared/concerned message

cr: roleplayermemes

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on cloud wine

@ihsunmi​

For wine addicts enthusiasts, such as Sunmi and Jieun herself, Burgundy in the fall could not be missed. The wine harvest is in full swing with picture-perfect landscapes of rolling vineyards and elegant châteaux—is what they’ve been told, and Jieun is not disappointed as they pass by trees cloth in a riot of colors and charming medieval buildings and castles. It doesn’t make sense to be sitting in class when they can enjoy the view in their little rented Porsche Baxter, that barely had enough room for two small suitcases, as they make their way out of the hotel quite early in the morning.

They arrived late evening yesterday and took the rest of the night to enjoy a dinner in Beaune, among incredibly magical festival lights. But the town is much more beautiful during the day, she thinks, with features and colors so vivid she could almost feel them. With a busy weekend filled with wine tasting lying ahead, Jieun wastes no time and decides they should start from the north with white wine and make their way down south to the red.

Half way through, it’s mid-day, they’re back at the city center at Patriarche, in an underground wine cave. She feels light and breezy in the midst of dusty, aged wine bottles. “I could use more cheese right now,” or maybe actual food, her stomach demands.

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black cats and broken mirrors

@shinuuiih

“Okay, but when are we going to get married?” 

“Maybe right now?”

She sighs exasperatedly.

“We can’t now. We need a date.”

It’s not like she’s superstitious. But occasions like weddings should happen on an auspicious day. It will determine the rest of their lives together.

They sit in front of a shaman, who’s stroking down their names and birth dates on the same piece of paper boldly with a paint brush. Jieun watches her intently as she does some sort of ritual. It’s a complete scam, she knows, ever since she stepped into the place. The walls are excessively decorated with calligraphies, aged paintings of gods and spirits, and brightly colored fabrics tapered up to the ceiling. But a bit of excitement flows through her as the shaman folds up the paper and hovers it over a lit candle, dropping it down on a tray of ashes once it catches flame. 

“It can’t happen.” The older woman finally speaks, picking up a large red fan by her side and waves it at herself. “You two are incompatible.” 

Jieun stretches her neck to see what was left of the piece of paper that could have made her come to that conclusion. She blinks, thinking maybe she should accept the reality of things. “The spirits are keep us apart, oppa.” She pouts, her heart breaking a little as she turns to Uui. 

Because despite the woman’s overdramatic gestures and the room trying too hard to be something that it’s not, there is something about the supernatural that Jieun would like to believe in--that maybe there are spirits who guides, who protects the living.

And maybe she is a little superstitious. 

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ello~ my name’s nellie, and here is lee jieun, a girl who is like a 100 year old tortoise: full of wisdom with a tough shell to break and lives life very slowly. 

this is her basic profile, but some tl;dr info is under the cut! i’m rushing to get her started before i head back work, so like this post if you’d like to plot with us, and i’ll get back to you when i have some more down time :) you can also reach me via message or my discord is nellie#0067!

edit: her plots page is also up!

a senior and korean language & literature major

is a food and lifestyle blogger, mostly posts about cafes, restaurants, books, skincare, her coffee drinks recipes, her travels, and books

mom’s an heiress, dad’s dead, stepfather is a celebrity chef who has multiple restaurants in seoul (and la and new york) - from casual dining to fancy 5-star hotel restaurants

you’ll probably find her with a cup of coffee and a book always in her hand

isn’t too integrated into the school life nor does she care for the clubs and societies besides the ones she’s in (literature club, korean history club, photography club, tea club) and mostly just floats along

not kidding when i say she does everything /very slowly/

chews slowly, walks slowly, is late to everything (doesn’t own a single watch), lives life very much at her own pace

knows herself well and what she wants, isn’t easily swayed by her friends or what people think and expected of her

always daydreaming and staring off into space

loves wine and coffee, will claim she’s kind of a connoisseur in both

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rip jeon jungkook

@jkookih

(/ punches in the keycode to jungkook’s apartment furiously and failing multiple times, her anger magnifying with each irritating beep that denies her from entering and taking jungkook by the neck with her tiny hands) JEON JUNGKOOK. I AM GOING TO KILL YOU (/ announces as soon as she gets the door to open and bursts through, kicking off her shoes by the entrance and stomping to his bedrooom ) YOU (/ stomps) LUMPY (/ stomps) MEATBALL (/ stomps, huffing as she gusts open his door to find him so predictably on his stupidly expensive gaming chair without a care in the world) I CAN’T BELIEVE YOU ATE MY SOUFFLE 

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