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hi folks! important blog information as follows!

as some of you may know, I operate both this blog (my primary) and my OC blog (secondary). however, most of my activity is done through my secondary blog and I’m really fed up having to juggle between the two. so the nat blog will be moved to a new one and this blog will become home for my OC girls.

it won’t be easy since I have a lot of transitions with threads. also I will not be dropping any current threads and will continue with them as normal! however, I will be messaging my active partners to let them know of this change. please hang in with me while I try to do this as cleanly as I can! <3 <3

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              ･ﾟ° ☾ ༓ △ 𝒞𝒾𝓋𝒾𝓁𝒾𝓉𝓎 𝒾𝓈 𝒶 𝓂𝑒𝓇𝑒 𝒻𝓇𝑜𝓃𝓉 𝑜𝒻 𝒽𝑒𝓇𝓈, 𝒽𝑒 𝓌𝑜𝓃𝒹𝑒𝓇𝓈 𝓌𝒽𝒶𝓉 𝓌𝒽𝑜𝓁𝑒 𝑜𝒻 𝓉𝑒𝓂𝓅𝑒𝓇𝒶𝓂𝑒𝓃𝓉 𝒾𝓈 𝓁𝒾𝓀𝑒. He is not fond of easier, but rather appreciates effort made rather than to accommodate others’ lack of intent.

❛ So Rom it is… ❜. It does not take long to get to the cafe, there is not a big horde around but plenty to give her comfort about not being alone at such late hours.

Curfew could be near for her, and so, Haru is merely grateful they decided to come straightaway rather than wait for some other time, some other chance to present iself.  ❛ And we are here… after you, pick the table you like the best ❜.

So Rom felt small in the cafe. It’s somewhere she’d never been before and she still felt shy around the kind stranger that still had a stain on his sleeve form her clumsy spill. She opted for a table by the window where she could watch the passing by strangers with mild curiosity, though she planned on giving Haru her full attention. 

“How’s this?” she asked as she took the spot closer to the window. Rom felt a small shiver go down her spine. With it being so dark outside, she lacked the warmth of the sun. “I think I’ll get something hot to drink. It’s a really nice night.”

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brokenbcys​:

Duc had managed to stop himself before, but got talked into doing the whole again with peer pressure and hanging out in a large social circle. It was hard to stop completely. Especially if people around you continued to do it. He smirked a little as Madison winced and put her palm over her eyes. “Have a hit with my friend then. Not loads.” He confessed. “Just as much as you feel like doing.”

The male model continued to use his hand on the wheel, turning down a familiar road that he was used to driving down.  This place was somewhere that had helped him, and hadn’t helped him all at the same time. He stopped some habits and stopped others. “You’ll feel comfortable there. I promise.” He admitted. “Could you get me a vape from my glovebox please?” He asked, pointing to where that was so she understand where he was talking about in case she wasn’t familiar with cars. 

Madison scrunched up her nose at the mention of a vape. There were a lot of things she’d tried and done during her time on the streets. Just about every type of drug she could get her hands on, but just couldn’t bring herself to do that. But at his request, she dug around until her palm wrapped around the familiar spotted object and handed it over to him. 

“I’ll take help,” she said. “Whatever you want, but I’m not using that thing,” she said with a frown at the vape. To her it seemed like a cheap out for the real stuff. Madison hadn’t smoked a cigarette in nearly two weeks and it was only to take the edge off from her last withdrawal. She’d done a line of cocaine a few hours later. “You’re an attractive guy, Duc. I’m begging you not to use that thing in front of me. It’ll change my view on you. Forever. Someone gets a picture of you with that thing and you lose your entire career.”

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brokenbcys​:

Keiko was excited about the fact that he was going to watch models do a runway show. He wanted to see how models handled the pressure, and the looks they pulled. It was all learning curves for him. 

The platinum blonde-haired boy downed the last of his drink checking out the waiter as he walked away from the table. That was something Keiko was going to have to try and handle. His lust. If someone pretty walked past him, his head turned. 

He looked as Isobel and nodded his head once she asked him if he wanted a ride home. The model nodded his head in a thankful way.  “I’d love a ride if you’re offering.” he answered back cheekily. “It’s a walk and two buses for me otherwise.” He chuckled. Keiko tilted his head to the side and looked at the pretty blonde-haired girl. “Have I ever told you, you’re my favourite person?” He added cheekily.

“You haven’t mentioned it enough,” she teased. “If you need to keep repeating it I understand...”

Isobel didn’t mind the short walk back to the agency’s parking garage with how close the restaurant was. Her car had its own little parking spot alongside the other nice vehicles for the more popular models. 

“I won’t pretend I don’t care about money,” she said as they approached the luxury car. It was sleek, black, a fine interior and an engine that hummed so soft like a song. She unlocked both doors so they could sit on the leather seats. 

“This...this is my baby,” she said as she revved the engine. “Probably the only thing I own that I actually care about. Someone crashed into me about three months ago. I was fine, but my car had a scratch on the back bumper...was a little hard to keep my cool confronting the guy who hit me. Surprised he walked away with his head still on.”

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taetae pulling jungoo closer to him 🥺

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spoiledsovls​:

it seems that they were both of a reserved nature, basking in silence as he continued to work on his masterpiece. it was a masterpiece now, before it was just a wreck in his eyes. he hums, finishing the painting as he dribbles his signature at the bottom right of the canvas along with the date. he hadn’t thought that he would finish this late – then again – he didn’t think he would have stumbled upon that art block in the middle of the session.

perfect? the compliment rings in his ears, a faint flush on his cheeks when he looks back at the painting. “if you want me to add anything.. or change.. you can tell me. i can take constructive criticism, no one’s a perfect painter.” he mumbles, using his fingers to stroke along the canvas since the paint had not dried up yet. “you know what would be a good idea? not that i’m your boss or anything, but what if there was some kind of headshot or – if i take a picture of you as reference and hang it beside the painting… that would be nice. actually, i think i need to do that as well.” he was unsure if he portrayed the ethereal beauty enough via painting, a picture would do as well. he would be lying if he didn’t admit that there was some attraction in jaehyun’s eyes, but he kept it professional because he was doing this for a class.

“No one’s ever painted me before,” she mumbled, meaning she had no point of reference to see if anything needed to be adjusted. So Rom still couldn’t believe she was doing this, but to be facing a picture of herself done only in paints rather than a camera was extraordinary. 

The mention of a picture wasn’t a new one. Being photographed at every opportunity, even the times she wasn’t expecting it, came with her job. At least this time she was dressed so nicely and wanted a frame of reference. She eagerly nodded. 

“I think that would be a really good idea!” she agreed. “Maybe people can see just how close your painting is and how perfect it is! Do you have a camera?” she asked, starting back towards the same couch she’d been posing on for the better part of five hours. 

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brokenbcys​:

The dark-haired boy’s arms wrapped around the petite red-haired, wrapping his arm around her small frame. He was big compared to her. He wall tall and towered above the pretty red-head.

He still couldn’t believe that someone who looked like Vera was giving him so much attention. He was impressed he had actually held up conversation with the girl. He usually would have blushed and went quiet around someone who looked like her.

Channing looked down towards the red-haired girl and smirked at her comment. His hand rubbing up and down her back. “Sounds perfect. I know you aren’t going to get fired though. It would be a mistake if they did. Head up, princess. Believe in yourself.”

Maybe it was the term he’d used to call her, but Vera closed her eyes and smiled. It made her feel comfortable. Loved. Actually appreciated. Also made her want to hug into him harder than they already were embracing. Seemed like they couldn’t get any closer. 

“Okay, fine,” she said. “I give up. But if they do actually fire me I’m blaming you for giving me that false hope!” Vera didn’t think she’d actually get fired, but insecurities happened to everyone. Especially when she was still so young and starting a career so risky. She knew realistically she couldn’t model forever. She wasn’t as good as the other girls in the company. 

“If I can’t complain about my job then...then how about this. If something happens at my job then I have to move in with you. You have to take care of me. You’ll be stuck with me!”

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lovelvsting​:

Being a bit bold, and needing a good hug, he wraps his arms around her tightly, giving her a tight squeeze. Isaiah buries his face in her shoulder, sighing softly. “Just stay right here.” he mutters, holding her for a good minute before letting go. He clears his throat, sitting back against the base of the sofa. “What do you have planned for today?” he questions over towards her, placing his book beside him. Isaiah chews his bottom lip, thinking a bit on what he wanted to do today. He had a pretty free day, he mainly comes to the office just to be around people, stay away from anxiety and loneliness. 

“I have a few fittings,” she lied. Truthfully, Chloe had a date later that evening. She’d like to consider that Isaiah had become a close friend, but she didn’t know exactly where their relationship lay and was too scared to ask. So she’d decided to accept the invitation of a kind stranger who had helped her carry her groceries last week. 

“It’s nothing serious. I can cancel,” she said and fully meant it. Being a friend meant postponing a date if they needed it. 

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spots to kiss.   since y’all like kissing prompts—and who wouldn’t, honestly–so have a collection of places to press your lips to. many of these work perfectly fine for platonic or familiar affection while some are a bit steamier, though what counts as what is of course naturally dependent on the muses and the context. send ‘ SPOTS TO KISS + [number] ’ to kiss my muse there, or with # for dealer’s choice. context and description allowed and encouraged. feel free to use the last option  ( 57 )  to give the kiss on any fantasy or scifi body parts not listed here.

a kiss on the top of the head.

a kiss to hair.

a kiss on the forehead.

a kiss on the space between eyebrows.

a kiss on the temple.

a kiss on the cheek.

a kiss on the eyelid or the undereye.

a kiss on the nose

a kiss on the ear.

a kiss on that space where jaw connects.

a kiss on the corner of the mouth.

a kiss on the cupid’s bow.

a kiss on the lips.

a kiss on the chin.

a kiss on the jawline.

a kiss on the back of the neck.

a kiss on the underside of the jaw.

a kiss on the throat.

a kiss on the side of the neck.

a kiss on where the back of the neck turns to shoulder.

a kiss above the collarbone.

a kiss along the collarbone.

a kiss on the space between collarbones.

a kiss on the shoulder.

a kiss on the bicep.

a kiss on the forearm.

a kiss on the elbow.

a kiss on the outside of the wrist.

a kiss on the inside of the wrist.

a kiss on the back of the hand.

a kiss on the palm.

a kiss on a finger.  ( which one? )

a kiss on the side of the ribs.

a kiss on the shoulder blade.

a kiss on the space between shoulder blades.

a kiss along the curve of the spine.

a kiss on the upper back.

a kiss on the lower back.

a kiss on the sternum.

a kiss on a pec / breast.

a kiss under the breast.

a kiss on where the sternum ends.

a kiss on the stomach.

a kiss on the navel.

a kiss on the hipbone.

a kiss on the ‘v’.

a kiss on the front of the thigh.

a kiss on the back of the thigh.

a kiss on the inner thigh.

a kiss on the knee.

a kiss on the calf.

a kiss on the ankle.

a kiss on the heel.

a kiss on the foot.

a kiss on a toe.

a kiss on an nsfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

a kiss on a sfw body part not listed here.  ( where? )

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hi all! i’ve been pulling a lot of overtime at work so i haven’t been around as much as i would like! i’m once again going in for a shift at work and then seeing tenet (i’ve waited 3 years for this moment) with my dad tonight. i can start pumping out replies late late tonight, so if you wanna throw a meme or something through the inbox i’ll get on it!

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open to: anyone

muse: harper, innocent and fluffy. I almost never get to use her!

plot: harper decided to take a walk around the city and found a really pretty spot to take a picture but it’s just her and she approaches your muse to kindly ask for one

“Excuse me!” Harper held out a hand in attempts to stop the stranger passing by. “Do you mind taking a picture?” she asked, gesturing to the mural behind her that she hadn’t seen before. It was too perfect for her to miss it. 

Once agreeing, Harper handed over her precious phone after putting in the passcode and took a few steps back so she was flush with the mural. Of course the young woman had to pick the cutest little pose and waited for the camera to click. 

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open to: anyone who wants

muse: Rae, 23 year old friendly face

plot: Rae approaches your muse and offers a once in a lifetime opportunity to model for the first time

“Hello! Good morning, how are you?” Always bright and happy, Rae greeted the stranger with a wide smile and even waved. “I’m sorry to bother you, I’m sure you’re very busy, but if you have the time I’d love to talk to you about an opportunity.”

It seemed sketchy. Rae had been doing this for a while now and still hadn’t found the right way to approach someone and offer a modelling job -- many people thought it was a hoax and laughed her off, which she couldn’t argue against. Now she managed to hold out a business card that looked too professional and realistic to go against. 

“I’m Rae, I work with a modelling agency. I’d really love to offer you a chance to try out for us.”

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jeon jungkook, the definition of ethereal beauty

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lovelvsting​:

Hazel hues glance over towards her as she took the seat next to him. It was obvious she was giving a knowing glance. Isaiah knew what that meant, he had to explain himself. “Let me guess, you want me to tell you what’s wrong.” He places his Harry Potter book in his lap, sighing as he thinks about the right way to say this to her. He looks away, looking down as tears prick at his eyes. “My mother died this month, about three years ago… today, actually, marks three years.” He mutters, “I know I never told you much about my mom or my sisters, but right after my mother died, my sisters kicked me out. I wasn’t even allowed at the funeral.” He groans, tears rolling down his pale cheeks. God, he hated telling her things. He didn’t want to make it a big deal, he didn’t think it was a big deal at all. It had been three years, it was just still fresh on his heart, he didn’t think he got to tell his mother a proper goodbye. He knew where she was buried, but it was too late. “There.” 

“You’ve told me enough,” she said. Chloe pieced a few things together in the beginning, and the few times he’d discussed his sisters sounded rough. Last she remembered Chloe had tried encouraging him to refute his relationship with his family, but that seemed like a lost possibility now. She knew better than most that sisters could be complicated, but bringing her own issues with Madison weren’t going to help now. 

“Is there anything I can do?” she asked. Other than putting an encouraging hand on his shoulder, she didn’t make any other moves. Seemed like sometimes he was still easily triggered, not that she could particularly blame him. 

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botrusanimarum​:

                ･ﾟ°   ҉   △ 𝐻𝒶𝓈𝓉𝑒𝓃 𝒹𝑒𝒸𝒾𝒹𝑒𝓈 𝓂𝒶𝒹𝑒 𝒾𝓉 𝑒𝒶𝓈𝓎 𝓉𝑜 𝒷𝑒 𝓅𝓊𝓃𝒸𝓉𝓊𝒶𝓁 𝒶𝓃𝒹 𝓂𝑒𝓉 𝒽𝑒𝓇 𝓈𝑜𝑜𝓃 𝒶𝒻𝓉𝑒𝓇. Haru takes whatever was left in his list before making line to pay for the products, after some time, everything has been paid for and placed at safety of a bag. Tall young man approaches the exit and turns his head around to pinpoint where she might be waiting for him to join. As soon as russed eyes meet sight of her a smile graces his lips. ❛ I didn’t take long did I? ❜. 

Hard-pressed steps halt once he is at her side. ❛ We are close by… let me help you out with that ❜. Without waiting for response, he reaches for the bag she carries , holding it both of theirs with his left hand while right one presses gently at her back to guide young beauty forward. ❛ — let’s go ❜. veering the other one, they meander along sidewalk . ❛ Did I introduce myself before? … I didn’t did I? I am Haru ❜. 

So Rom was taken back, once again, at Haru’s kindness. She hadn’t fought him when he grabbed her bag of random groceries and instead held her hands in her front. 

“Is it far?” she asked him. It was a nice day and it also felt good to walk under the sun when the store had frozen the new model up. She’d been about to offer to pay for a cab when she felt his hand guide at the small of her back, making her smile shyly. 

“Oh! No, that’s okay...I’m So Rom,” she introduced politely. “Only my friends at home call me that. People call me R now since it’s earier to pronounce...”