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other replies and sentence memes ( i currently have two — you can send me more, if you'd like! ) will be worked on tomorrow. i'll also clear the messages in my inbox very soon! a little reminder: for the meanwhile, eun's plots are capped 'cause i've waaay too many. so sorry ˚‧º·(˚ ˃̣̣̥⌓˂̣̣̥ )‧º·˚ anyhow, have a good day / night, everyone!

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eunhee being hella cute ヽ(*・ω・)ﾉ

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* txt → lu han * seriously ... should've come to the rave — fuck, i regret not coming

* txt → lu han * you weren't sleeping, right? (*´д`*)

* txt → lu han * gazing at a corner. there's music playing but i can't seem to doze off

( ` she is nowhere near being dishonest — her first intention was to sleep off a quiddity of exhaustion, but she just can't, for some reason. if music doesn't help, she doesn't know what else will. )

⚜ feel the bliss ;

( ` he has every good sense to ignore the buzzing of his phone on the nightstand, but bleary eyes open and he picks it up, scanning the screen before typing out a few quick replies )

[ txt ] heyyyyyyyyyy [ txt ] battling a hangover [ txt ] falling in love with my pillow [ txt ] you?

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( ` it's grandly settling, being in the hands of someone who has the knowledge. slowly yet steadily, shoes — that are quite inappropriate for this elegant gathering — mimics the elder's similar movements, although hers are tad a bit ungainly. after all, she was fourteen the last time she danced. ) so my body will speak to the music, like this? ( ` suddenly, her entire body spins for three seconds — something that you would often see in movies and books. she titters afterwards, feeling pleased with the little twirl she did. light sparks fly from his fingertips because fun is the least she expected from dancing. ) you really do have some sort of presence, meryl. never thought i'd be amongst others on this particular floor. ( ` a compliment slips through, and a smile ignites as well. )

⚜ undulate to the rhythm ( dancer ) ;

(`— meryl hummed with ease as she lead the other out onto the floor, eunhee’s hand gently yet firmly secured in her own. ) then don’t think of it as a dance. (`— she casually mused while letting her free hand sink to rest just above the other’s hip, all while offering a slight nod to urge her to do the same. ) just recognize the melody. the rhythm. the music. (`— while she spoke, the dealer took small, yet distinct steps that flowed with the rhythm, all while using the strength of her core that coursed through her arms to steer the young mutant without making much of it. where there was rhythm there was dance, but there was also music, and if there was something eunhee knew it was just that. so if she could get her to connect with that and leave her body in meryl’s ever so trustworthy hands she’d guide her through it. because if there was something she knew how to do, it was to lead. ) and hear me when i say that you won’t make a fool out of yourself — not when you’re under my care.

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tasteless lips that reigns of hope — tyche resists the urge to think about the moon to take the golden orb's place during twilight; tonight — she refuses to do so, refuses to picture a drunken tyche with an imprudent group of friends. "it's better if you don't," teeth clenching into a helpless shiver, wistful winds claw on her sleeveless arms. "but i don't mind either options. to drink or not to drink." the girl isn't exactly an eater of what they provide in genosha ( excluding graveyards, of course ), but a grown mutant-boy needs some english muffins at this hour! or perhaps a bowl of samgyetang. needless to day, she worries for his grouching stomach. "let's search for it — food!" the scent doesn't particularly fill her... yet, but she nudges the man anyway, hoping to successfully retrieve what he wants on their way there.

Jingle Jammies

“Tch,” he starts up, simmering down quickly and stretching his arms over his arm to loosen tense muscles. “It’s probably smarter to avoid hangovers…,” he mumbles, taking another gulp of his own brew. “I’ll invite you next time,” he promises, scratching the tousled strays of hair that liked to loiter over his forehead.

He stares at the folk she indicated, slumping back onto her shoulder lazily almost right away, rubbing his eyes. “I’ll just wait until I can smell the food…. and probably see it.”

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⚜ we can be ghosts now ;

gmxjinri:

airheaded—jinri’s had the adjective slung at her number of times, a play on her gift and (though she wouldn’t like to admit it) a pretty accurate one to utilise when describing the girl; it’s certainly a word that runs through her thoughts—along with a slew of frustrated expletives— as she searches through her bag for a certain something, embarrassed and panicked. she can’t find it, she can’t find it, the little bound, black moleskine she used for a variety of things, tattered and worn from her varieties of distress.

the brunette heaves a sigh, dark eyes searching the heavens—as if they’d be there, unless she’d… no, no, no—before dropping to her hands; she frowns, stroking a pale thumb against a blushing fingertip—she’d been busy in the last while, leaving her digits to forget the cutting caress of steel strings and grow irate.

steel strings.

she pulls out her phone, searching through her contacts before pressing the device to her cheek; contemplation colours her face as the dialtone continues to hum (this has to be it, it has to be), eyes widening with foolish surprise as she’s presented with a greeting. jinri clears her throat, tongue flicking across her lower lip before she responds, “hi! um, by any chance, did i leave a little notebook behind?”

unknowingly, the fingers of her left hand cross, in sync with the sentiment that can most certainly be heard in her tone—that being, ‘please say yes.’

there is no escaping, finding heat in an essence of encompassing cold. a claustrophobic corner beyond mutant touch, the adolescent cannibal is complied to stand there for what it feels like eons until an occurrence of equinox transition; in other words, a cease of her working hours. however, stating realistically, she has to wait another hour and a half beforehand — ugh. eyes wander around the bleak little shop in utter despondency ( where are all the customers? ), ears react to mindless eighties songs echoing in the background, and fingernails tap along the rhythm. the shop reminds her own living space — across the streets and you'll spot xavier's dormitory. dull exterior, but wild interior. her head is now suffused with thoughts about her monochromatic dorm — how she has the strongest desires to go home and kiss the pillows. how she lays sleeplessly to a ringing phone with jinri's name displayed on it — "ah, her notebook!" she blurts out, completely accidental. as if the air lady had read her mind — the phone beside tyche instantly vibrates a minute after her out of the blue exclamation. "i guess you did, kept it under my bed for safety. anyway, i have work at the moment — i think my boss doesn't mind me leaving earlier than expected, so maybe we can meet up at my dorm. sounds good?" she offers, quietly in assurance to calm dark waters.

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seconds, minutes, hours — tyche will await for the older woman's conclusion, because there is so much that she wants to show... even if mina has been residing in this mutant-filled island way before her. while waiting ( only seconds, quick seconds ), she gently leans against her beloved vehicle — she tips her head down, eyes shut. "park towers? yeah, i know that place. visited there a couple of times — i also know that park across the building, and i can take you there," a second of silence to appreciate a dog's bark. "which wing does mina-sshi live in? east or west?" the corner of her lips falters into a subtle pout, quickly denying with a shake of her head at mina's assumption. "accidents are a rare occasion to me and baby here," resting her elbow on the passenger seat, her eyes darkens as a sign of assurance — albeit a motor-driver, she is nowhere near inept; the antonym for it, probably — "but if we do run into an accident, blame it all on me." mouth parts into a brief laugh, and fingers laced to adjust one of the rear-view mirrors. feeling a slight weight from behind, she scoots to the front a little bit — avoidance of discomfort. once a pale stench of vehicle gas fills; a particular scent that swells your nostrils — the engine runs, oh, she feels perpetual. "you ready?"

❝ nothin' but a good time ❞

"oh —!” mina finally nods in comprehension, excitement flashing across her features. there is a moment of silence while she sinks into thought, before she comes to a decision. “well, there’s this park that i often go to near park towers — that’s where i live, the twin apartment buildings. do you know it?” she shoots a questioning glance towards tyche, although she has no doubt that the place is not unfamiliar to the younger female, given its close proximity to the central area of shinkyo bay.

she grins briefly at tyche’s worry, shaking her head reassuringly. “as long as you aren’t the sort of driver who’s gotten into a million accidents before, i’m sure we’ll be alright,” she says jokingly. “i mean, i know it’s risky, but pretty much everything’s risky, so —” she gives a shrug, eyes following the helmet tyche is pulling towards her. here is where she hesitates slightly — how many times has she had it drilled into her to always wear a helmet, even when cycling?

then the moment is gone and mina returns tyche’s smirk — this is the life of adventure she’s always wanted, after all. “if you can guarantee that we won’t get arrested, i’m in.” carefully, she swings her leg over the back of the motorcycle, shifting a little to get comfortable behind tyche.

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"What are you doing here?"

not surprisingly, her wish for a peaceful night doesn’t turn out very well if it isn’t for her damn curiosity. news spread like wildfire around the dormitory about the resident animal mimicker’s recent ‘cat fight’ and minor injuries — a child that she has been eager to meet in person for these couple of days. a short visit to the vet isn’t anything atypical, is it?and now, she stands in the doorway with rose laying down before her, posture straightening at the sight of the older girl. the little girl doesn’t appear to be especially robust at the moment, with bandages stuck around her body and all — she can also spot a few visible bruises on the area of rose’s forehead and forearms. poor girl."ah — you must be rose,” she slowly approaches, nearly dodging the girl’s question. “i came to see you; to check on your condition. i’ve heard that one of the students’ cat attacked you pretty hard, correct? i hope you’re doing okay.” she says, a wholehearted smile curves upon her lips.

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"How old are you really?"

four hours at an almost desolate circus is a little over-exaggerated, don’t you think? ( it’s a mutant circus visiting shinkyo for three days, which makes it even more tremendous than ever ). however, tyche’s group of friends finally finds the time to acquire some nourishment, feeling very worn out from the amount of time they’ve spent in this once-in-awhile experience.after completing her styrofoam cup of black coffee, a woman who appears like her height is about six foot two; face also covered with centipede tattoos, intrigues the ghoul to go in another circus tent as a finale of her day. she informs her short withdrawal from the group before sauntering toward the tent —

HOUSE OF FORMALIN: displaying a show of internal organs and unclothed body content!

— the poster says, and she immediately proceeds to walk in, but halts at the unfamiliar voice in english. “huh? you talkin’ to me?” an index finger points to herself, australian accent quite thick. “do i look like a fucking eleven year-old to you? your answer is no whether you like it or not — and a legal girl wanting to watch this kind of stuff isn’t wrong, you know.”

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` tracker — 141231

i'm not really doing anything for the new year's sooo i'll try my best with replies bc i seem to suck at it :< anyhow — here's a tracker jacker, everyone!

* writing → mina ( para ), jinri ( meme!para ), taemin ( event!para ), meryl ( event!para ), bomi ( para ), sangster ( sentence reply ), rose ( sentence reply ), jungshin ( starter??? )

* plotting → joonmyun ( received ), solbin ( replied )

* waiting → samantha ( para ), jiyeon ( meme reply ), myungsoo ( event!script ), youngkwang ( script ), chanyeol ( event!para ), seulgi ( event!script ), kiko ( event!script & script ), kyungsoo ( event!script ), ravi ( event!script ), han ( script ), taekwoon ( starter )

aaaand don't forget to remind me if you're not here! i'm gonna laze out for awhile and reply to our threads and messages later heh. now y'all have a nice new year's ~

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( ` massive clouds are hanging on the afternoon sky while the ghoul puffs out a different kind of cloud; much smaller and similar to a grey cloud on a stormy night. she props herself up from the seemingly white, dusky bench — commencing a walk back to the lodge because now, it’s too fucking cold to be out. her pair of old doc martens bring her to a road not far from the familiar smell of wood and fire. ) !!! ( ` with a snowball hit on her, she turns around with a tilt of her head, encountering a man who she suspects is the symbol of winter — someone she distinctly recognizes. ) you shouldn’t have done that, gravekeeper-sshi.

` the dasher ( part ii ) ,

for gmxtyche

( ` stares down at the entirely respectable battlefield that the lodge grounds have become, lips curving just barely while his tongue clicks against the roof of his mouth. ) sorry… ( ` he murmurs, to the woman who’d received a fairly large snowball to her rear—perhaps he’d gotten a bit carried away—but she doesn’t look too satisfied; some large part of his mind tells him to be prepared, standing behind his snow fortress—one so tall that only his head is visible. maybe he should increase his defenses… )

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( ` with a black parka wrapped around her entire body, tyche locks the door firmly before heading towards the lift that occasionally gets somewhere between the third and fifth floor. despite that, it miraculously carries her down to the ground floor without even the slightest stutter. she tightens her grip of the little bag, fishing her phone out of her jean pocket. )

* txt → k.y.k ★ * i'm on my way!

* txt → k.y.k ★ * ... i forgot my umbrella (╥_╥) the weather's fine

* txt → k.y.k ★ * aaand i also have something for you ♡

( ` quickly, she sprints down the different streets, passing by the café she usually frequents day by day. it doesn't consume quite a lot of time until she's in front of youngkwang's doorstep — she runs a hand through her wildly tousled hair and smooths down her jacket, knocking on the door afterwards. and once the door creaks, she has to glance away for a bit because her chest feels much too tight. ) uh — hey.

— for someone special ;

gmxtyche 

— 25/12/14 text to : 타이그 

↳ can you come over really quick? i want to show you something

↳ & bring an umbrella, just in case.

{ ` after sending the text, he let his phone rest in his back pocket and then turned to the stove. the water had only started to boil, so he headed to his pantry and took out the familiar package. ramen seemed like a fair enough christmas feast, youngkwang had little to no expectations in himself over being festive. that is, except for this one little thing. something that gave him another reason to smile today. } — { one hand held his ramen by the corner of the packaging, the other reached out to a small box with a christmas tree pattern and a little red bow atop to accompany a small, white tag with her nickname in pen. } — { he smiled softly to himself and began to whistle along with the radio, last christmas by wham! giving his ramen cooking a bit of flavor. meaning a little bit of dancing and an obnoxious amount of whistling the same song throughout the whole day. }

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forgive & forget | the kooks

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" i can't believe you lost him."

classes had come to an end, and as tyche swiftly shoves her books into her tattered messenger bag ( she really needs to save up and buy a brand new one ), she doesn’t seem quite enthusiastic for another appointment with the institute’s counselor. however, her consciousness tells otherwise while she ambles through the ocean of mutants, so she approaches the entrance of a different hallway — a complete contrast of the previous corridor.she stands a few feet away from joonmyun’s doorstep before the door suddenly flies open, revealing a sniveling male walking past her — she almost doesn’t notice his body disappearing into nowhere, bit by bit, his cells vanishes from her sight. the familiar man emerges from his narrow office seconds later with a concerned look directed not toward her, but to the vast hallway."don’t blame me — blame his teleporting abilities." tone nonchalant, she rolls her eyes instantly.

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"What’s a soulmate?"

tyche constantly blinks at the latter’s sudden inquiry, not forgetting to shoot her a bunch of peculiar stares and glares and any other form of eye contact toward seungwan. and with her unsuccessful last try, she exhales a breathy laugh, shoulders deflating in a sigh — she’s really going to answer this nonsensical question, huh?"uhm… a person or probably a thing that you have a special attachment with, like that one urban legend — the red string of fate. i don’t believe any of that bullshit though,”the ghoul’s mouth shuts for awhile before regaining as much of her composure. this is quite a ill-favored topic to her, but she quietly coughs as if nothing’s fallacious. “because i thought i had something like that once… faded away like everything else in this goddamn world.”

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gentle taps on the counter; a stifled chuckle slips past at the woman's offer to accompany her to paracosm's recording studio —  she rests her head onto a forearm, eyes a little itchy from the lack of sleep she had. "you don't really have to, but thanks," she brings the cigarette closer to her lips. "a little warning, the studio's a little cramped and narrow, although it has an air conditioner... at the least." she isn't informing anything false — the place was the only hope paracosm had due to its affordable expenses. however, they can't replace such a studio. the amount of memories — they just can't. to be honest, it's absolutely correct that a glass of liquor at this hour would not really fit the setting, but her mind demands for a small glass. she chortles a bit. "yeah, i know. nocturnal creatures, am i right?" another hasty chortle — silently singing one of the band's latest single. "yeah, yeah, i can do that if you want. and i don't know 'bout that, since the members like to randomly barge in." she nods toward samantha's words, a tiny smirk plastered on her face before turning to the somnolent bartender. "the usual, please." moments later, the previous filter between her lips is replaced with an oh so thin glass. she gulps the vigorous liquid without hesitation ( may or may not be a oneshot try ).

♎ by morning light.

samantha can’t quite bring herself to be annoyed at tyche’s faulty memory — it’s not as if she hasn’t felt the aftereffects of one drink too many before, after all — and she only responds with a wry smirk. she does take a moment to consider her options when given the chance, but heading home for a mere few hours of sleep doesn’t seem particularly attractive at the moment, so she shakes her head quickly. “i’ll come along with you,” she says. “i’ve always wanted to have a look inside a recording studio anyway.” and it’s the absolute truth — doesn’t every singer?

her grin widens at tyche’s offer, brows raising. “thanks, but i really have to say no to that. it’s still a little too early for me to be drinking.” inclining her head towards the entrance of the bar, she continues, “if we have a little time after finding your phone, maybe you can show me around the studio for a bit. will there be people using it at this time, do you think?” her eyes are bright with a rare eagerness that surfaces for nothing other than anything related to singing, but she quickly remembers her manners, something that’s always been ingrained in her.

"if you want to have a drink though, you should go ahead," she assures tyche. "far be it from me to stop you."

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SEND MY MUSE A SENTENCE

"You’ve got to me kidding me."

"Get your ass in here now"

"What have I done now?"

"How old are you really?"

"I can’t believe you lied to me"

"Do you wanna build a snowman?"

"I can’t believe you lost him."

"I hate you."

"I love you."

"Please, don’t leave."

"I told you. I do give the best hugs."

"You so owe me."

"What’s a soulmate?"

"Would you kiss me in the rain?"

"Get off me."

"Leave me alone"

"What are you doing here?"