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i’ll be active soon ! i’m going to korea and japan on the 29th so all of the planning and last-minute prep’s fallen on me.

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starter call [ closed ] // @bronxseason

“i’ve never been able to solve one of these things.” it’s no more than a mumble over the mechanical slide of a rubix cube’s vertices, where uncoordinated hands switch columns more than rows, mismatched colors at every angle. “i know the solution isn’t even that complicated, but–“

but moonbin doesn’t have time for things like this. not usually.

the corner of his mouth twists in the same direction as the cube in his hands, but it brings him no closer to a solution. rather, he’s stuck in the mid-evening, no more than a single man with an acquaintance, waiting for the twilight. he groans, and holds the cube out to his friend. 

“if you can solve it in less than five minutes, i’ll pay for dinner.”

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updated the kids w/ their stats if anyone's curious, just click on their names <3

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starter call [ closed ] // @redbraid

danbi nearly tears a hole into the space-time continuum, the stars in her eyes transforming into swirling galaxies and blasted supernovas – horses? why, the sole experience she had with such creatures was in the circus: a brief caress of whiskered noses, the crunch of carrots and her echoed giggles. she curls her fingers into jessica’s shoulder, a gentle yet exuberated touch, and leaps. 

“we’re gonna ride horses? i love horses!” from her brief experiences with most things, it’s safe to assume she loves them too. “you’re gonna teach me, right?”

because, of course, danbi’s never been a rider. not even an acrobatic accessory, though she would dream of such endeavors in a time long before she went into theatre instead – a girl can imagine. she opens her eyes wide, an almost child-like wonder behind mismatched irises, and smiles even wider.

“this is gonna be so much fun!”

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starter call [ closed ] // @vitalphenomena

“i’m missing a bolt and you think this shit is funny?” but the venom laced in the tip of her tongue doesn’t quite strike as potent as she’d like. 

her hair’s somewhere between mess and bird’s nest, a few strands curled in front of her eyes before a hasty hand swipes them away. gravity does the rest. how many more hours can she spend on her knees, searching for a silver doo-dad that, quite unfortunately, is an integral aspect of her livelihood? even worse, how many more minutes can she stand the lack of help she’s received? 

there’s a wrench in her hand the next time she raises it, a forlorn extension of her fingers as it teeters back and forth. “you’re gonna help me find it, hassan,” she strikes again, but the venom’s not any more effective than last time, “or we both die here.”

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starter call [ closed ] // @poisonedfire

“your win. again.”

miko does something akin to a toss, the outstretched arm and loose hand, but falls short – her cards land in a half-stacked pile in front of her, a meaningless little taunt, and she sighs. her chair leans back but the heel on her boot keeps her balance. 

“should be glad i’m not betting money tonight,” and therein comes slight relief, though miko stands to talk between her teeth so long as she’s grinding them, “or else i might not make it home–“ 

her chair leans forward again. “another round?”

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starter call [ closed ] // @allbettr

“it was a stage accident.” and that’s final.

little more than a cautionary tale are the clouded iris and the flecks of brown that surround it, but dasom doesn’t like to talk about it – who would? it mauls her symmetry, breaks down the world that she once used to see in plain color, a personal sin of her own making. she turns to the medical personnel and crosses her arms, guarded. (but from what?) 

“i’m sure you have scars that you don’t like to talk about too.”

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starter call [ closed ] // @luvticon

danbi doesn’t sit. not necessarily. rather, she curls her calves beneath her thighs, then releases her knees to rest in front of her – fluid motions, all done in seconds when her greatest brain cells believe it’s time to switch positions. twelve hours of practice does nothing to quell these compulsions, it’s just what comes natural. “how about we finish this act and get some dinner?” danbi’s exuberance never falters, a shining light in a dim practice room filled with half-finished props and exhausted ensemble – she smiles and it beams, even as she elbows the understudy next to her. what was his name? scout, or something? “what d’ya say?”

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starter call [ closed ] // @wornclean

“hey–”

there comes the adjustment of discomforted limbs caught beneath each other, a snap of lithe fingers, and a morning coffee’s pungent scent. valencia sits in a coil, an unsuspecting viper caught against the scarlet booth behind her. her lips roll into a pout, hands resting on the half-empty table before her. 

“tucker, we came here to hang out,” she says– whines, “what’s on your mind?”

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starter call [ closed ] // @byanyan

iago blinks, but there’s weight to his dark lashes – incredulousness wired into furrowed brows and the silver bar that rests between them. “you?” he asks to the brisk air, nose upturned and voice constricted with something more than interest: scrutiny. a chuckle gives way to crossed arms. “i’m talking real trouble, and you want me to believe you’d be able to handle it?” bullshit. he would sooner coat his sorrows in somber prayers than admit he’s not once seen the emerald on his finger stained with blood – but where was the excitement in the truth?

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i think i’ve made my rounds, so this is an informal lil’ starter call for all of my new mutuals !

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@HEROYNE – private and independent multi-muse for original characters based on the near-death of a personal project. 18+ only, loved and cherished by mandy, she/her.

EXPLORING... [ the insipid flame of youth and its distractions, missing mothers and fathers and the necrotic hearts where they should have been, overarching hands of the government casting shadows, the sheer violence of mental health, there's something about the eyes that draw you closer, jewels and riches to disarm from all the cuts. ]

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feel free to contact me via tumblr im, and if you need my discord, please message me!

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a study on the highs and lows of the human condition // loved and cherished by mandy, 18+.

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