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    Marco’s expression relaxes. Sehun had an excellent point, there was no need to be ashamed. Although the deep shade of crimson dusting his cheeks fails to fade even upon reaching a conclusion of such. “You’re right-- about both.” The apprentice sighs, nodding. 

     Rigidly, he extracts the photo from his chest, exchanging glances between him and Sehun then, him and obscenely bare Scarlett Johansson. Marco can’t quite place why he’d made the decision of posting the photo, of all places, on their fridge but, he had. He stretches an arm, placing the photo back to where it belonged with reddened cheeks. 

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     Sehun had to admit, it was the first time he’s found something so.. indecent in one of his friend’s homes, it amused the taller male. And the way Marco seemed went straight to defensive, a loud chuckle left his lips. Eyebrows furrowing, his mocking grin never faded and the businessman gave the other a thumbs up. “You’re bad at lying.. But hey, why be ashamed of something if you like it? Makes no sense.”

     Porn sites or magazines, naked women on someone’s fridge.. they were normal things, he thought, for both men and women. It was normal to want to appreciate something appealing to the eye. Shrugging his shoulders, his lips puckered in a small pout as he leaned against the fridge. “I mean, she’s.. sexy, can’t deny that. Don’t worry, I won’t tell anyone about it.”

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“ You think so? “ 

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                     “I just don’t feel like that’s the greatest idea, dude.”

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                                {– It’s a ʜ ᴇ ᴀ ʀ ᴛ t for sale, who’s buying?                                           I d o n ’ t care who’s crying.                                       It’s t r u s t for sale, who’s buying?                                              I don’t care who’s l y i n g .  –}

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( ★ ) → ( mvnyeo )

« Uhh– »

Cue Eunji side-eyeing for a moment, cheeks huffing with embarrassment. Yes, the other basically saved her from being hit by a car while she was busy daydreaming, but if there was something making her uncomfortable, that was being in debt with someone.

« Do you accept free smoothies for a week as a sincere way to thank you? »

    Marco’s still a bit winded, catching his breath with heaving lungs. He’s bent over a for a few moments, however his head shoots up at the prospect of free food. The apprentice makes a show of contemplating the offer simply because he can, despite wholeheartedly agreeing internally. Finally, Marco nods, lips twitching into a smile. 

     “ Deal. “

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(❄)  –  THE MASTER OF DISGUISE ; J & M

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On most lethargic afternoons, Marco finds himself dozing off in the apothecary, chin fit underneath his palm as the apprentice tries his best to remain awake while sitting in an unbelievably comfortable wick chair.  The chair is positioned by a large window, always bathing Marco in sunlight as the noon sun drags idly by. 

This particular afternoon, while the apothecary is quiet and Marco sleepy, the apprentice idly looks out the window. The window overlooks a small bed of flowers just outside the apothecary, further the narrow street at which the establishment rest. The street is silent as always, listless eyes lazily following the gentle sway of the trees dotting the sidewalk. However Marco’s form perks up at the sight of a figure ambling up the alleyway, eyebrows pulling together as he catches sight of him. 

Funny, the stranger’s face, it looks exactly like his. 

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don’t assume just because i don’t reply straight away that i don’t want to rp with you because i do but i just am lazy and stupid so it takes me time sometimes.

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Or send me “Alternate” and i’ll generate a number

☢ Zombie Apocalypse AU

♔ Royalty AU

♥ Arranged Marriage AU

✍ Highschool AU

☎ Roommates AU

☠ Hospital AU

♨ Cafe AU

❀ Flower Shop AU

♠ Vampires AU

♦ Werewolves AU

♢ Werecats AU

๑ Mermaids AU

☼ Models AU

☾ Actors AU

★ Olympic AU

♬ Musicians AU

✄ Androids AU

ღ First Date AU

◔ Superhero AU

◕ Supervillain 

Send me a symbol and i'll write a starter

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( ★ ) → ( ipsxity​ )

“Unfortunately..,” Yifan murmured as he kept scrolling through his phone, sipping his coffee every so often. He told himself that he’d wait inside of the cafe until it let up but, by the sound of the rain forcefully hitting the windowpane beside him, it didn’t look like the student would leave any time soon. Even so, Yifan would rather remain here warm and bored than try to make the trip home and arrive completely drenched. 

    “ Well, crap, ” he mumbles, looking out the rain drenched windows with an increasingly despondent look. His shoulders sag forward a bit, lips pushing into a plush frown as he tears his gaze away from the unrelenting downpour outside. The apprentice then takes the initiative to sink into the vacant seat before the stranger, chai latte and all. 

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( aeolusv ) → ( ★ )

His nose wrinkled at the sound of the other’s voice. However, Kyungsoo wasn’t going to allow it to bother him. Instead he scowled deeply, eyes narrowing slighly. ❝ If anything you’re the one standing in my eyesight. Why don’t you move and I wouldn’t have to stare? ❞ He asks as he crosses his arm. It’s enough to say he hadn’t had his daily dose of caffiene and it was much to early to be dealing with people. ❝ You can either stand there or make yourself useful and buy me a coffee. Otherwise, out of my way chipmunk.❞ Ah, yes. Today was just one of those days.

    “ Pardon me. I’m standing in line, “ he retorts, nose scrunching a bit as the apprentice gives the stranger a full once-over. Perhaps Marco’s accuse had been uncalled for, however the harsh response he received had been enough to prompt the apprentice further. “ And -- And I’m not a chipmunk! ” A huff, and Marco mumbles, “ What a grumpy owl. ” 

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            ❝ Better to reign in HELL,              than to serve in H e a v e n.

                                                                chi min hee  [ w e n d i ]  criminal

→ info. ask. follow.

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( -- i’ve created marco’s aim! simply  drop an ask and i promise to supply. ) 

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LEGAL NAME:  Marco Kim

ALIAS[ES]: none ? 

DATE OF BIRTH: March 26, 1992

GENDER | SPECIES: male | human

PLACE OF BIRTH: Seoul, South Korea

CURRENT LIVING CONDITIONS: two story home of two bedrooms and two baths. 

SPOKEN LANGUAGES: Korean & Ingarian.

EDUCATION: Dimly recalls preschool. All else he knows Master Howl taught him. 

OCCUPATION: potion seller / wizarding apprentice

DRINK | SMOKE | DRUGS: none

LIKE[S]: dogs,fried eggs, herbal tea, tweed, beards.

FEAR[S]: abandonment, the dark, clowns, narrow alleyways.

PERSONALITY TRAITS: cheerful, naive, energetic, inquisitive. 

DISORDERS: none he knows of. 

{ P H Y S I C A L   I N F O R M A T I O N }

HAIR COLOR: orange-like brown ? caramel ? 

EYE COLOR: dark brown

HEIGHT: 167cm

TATTOOS: none

PIERCINGS: left earlobe. 

{ F A M I L Y   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SIBLING[S]: unknown. 

PARENT[S]: unknown. 

CHILDREN: none.

PET[S]: none. :-(

{ R E L A T I O N S H I P   I N F O R M A T I O N }

SEXUAL ORIENTATION: undecided. 

RELATIONSHIP STATUS: single.

meet the muse;

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“How much money do you have on you?"

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   “Huh?” Dazed, and a tad confused with the inquiry, the apprentice pats down his pockets. Marco’s only met with a few Ingarian coins in terms of money, however he doubts that Wendi would find use of them. Nonetheless, he grabs them from his coat pocket, revealing them to the other whilst canting his head.    “I– I don’t think you’ll find these useful but, it’s all I got right now.” 

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“Yes. I might have given you rabies. But in my defense, that’s ridiculous and I didn’t.”

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    Marco shrieks again, holding the arm that the particular customer decided to bite away from him as if a foreign object. “You– you bit me!” He states the obvious, a childish air carrying his words as he stares at the girl with horror. “Gross, gross, gross–” The apprentice begins to chant as he teeters a bit, before disappearing into the back of the apothecary where a dilapidated sink awaits him. 

    He returns after several minutes, the skin of his wrist raw, but still marked with the wedges and intricate edges of the customer’s teeth – however slowly beginning to fade.