#hopping in ▸▸ mun things

[likemosaic]

also i'm slightly overwhelmed with a lot of ooc messages so im sorry for my slow replies, my introverted ass is really struggling. i'm not ignoring anyone, i'm just trying to stay calm and reply at a steady pace!

[nefer-seshen]

Hiya Everybody!

Guess whose back and ready to roleplay like nobodies business!

Yup me! 

So sorry for the long wait guys, thank you for patient with me as I dealt with some unsavory anon’s and some IRL things. But I’m back now! I still have some IRL stuff so replies may be slow at times. So if that is okay I’d be happy to either start fresh for who want to do so or continue where we left off if you prefer. Just shoot me a message with a link to the last reply and I’ll get on it asap. I’ve reblogged some memes so go ahead and send me some if you wish. I’ll be doing some cleaning on Tumblr. Unfollowing people who are deactive/unactive for 2 or more years. Also my drafts.....I have saved a lot of fun baking treats I feel Rioaka would make so I’ll probably get those queued so I can use my draft again for threads and try to queue replies. I think I also have a ton of memes saved Oops. Anyway I’ll be around today if you feel up to chatting, sorry this got long and rambling.

Nefer

[siixkiing]

Also, for anyone new here...I also run @iimexpensiive which is New Gods version of Sun Wukong.

[iimexpensiive]

OHMYGOD?! Is my dash finally in chronological order?!

[donuts4evry1]

Me, 5 seconds ago: “Japanese is such a fun and cool interesting language :D!”

Me, now: “Japanese is driving me nuts why am I still here”

[drengar]

First day off as I recover from my surgery. I'm surprisingly feeling good even without the medication they gave me. So today I'm going and focus on getting starters out while doing blog maintenance in between playing some stuff (primarily Animal Crossing and Star Rail).

[devildungeondm]

Enjoy some shots of me post-socializing and my cat.

[black-dhalias]

Desert Flowers

Ahkmenrah X Reader Warning: violence, death, graphic descriptions, implied smut

As night descends upon the Natural History Museum, Larry Daily arrives just before the sunsets, finding a large exhibit box in the lobby. His bosses curlicue writing on sticky note: ‘Unpack into Egyptology. On loan from the D.C. archives.’ He hmms, tossing the sticky note onto the desk and glances around. Waiting for the museum to come to life, and just as the last of the light fades off--he hears the subtle creaking of Rex beginning to move.

“Aaaaaa, how are you my boy?!” Larry looks up from the box, giving a half wave to the walking Roosevelt exhibit.

“Same as yesterday, Teddy.” It's lighthearted as the figure smiles down at Larry, hopping off his horse and looking over the box himself. Inspecting the wood crate, and the red fragile sticker stuck to the side.

“Larry!” The night guard looks up to see Ahkmenrah walking into view, his smile bright and nothing like someone who has spent forever cooped up in that tiny sarcophagus.

“Hey Ahk, just who I needed to see, this is for egyptology. So I thought you’d want to look.” He grabs the information key, or what he thinks would be. “It’s some books, some weapons, and-” His voice trails off as he glances back into the box, eyes wide. “And Ka-ha-mun-raaaaah? Kahamunrah’s wife?” Larry gives up on the name. “A mummy. It's a mummy.”

Ahkmenrah’s expression falls quickly as he rushes forward to read the paper himself, his eyes scan the page and his demeanor darkens as he reads the name of the wife. A dull echo of banging begins to reach his ears, but Ahkmenrah stops Larry from unpacking the box further just yet--a feeling of unease having settled in the room.

“Wait!” Ahkmenrah inhales deeply, “Just wait.” Ahkmenrah pulls out one of the historical books, and opens to the familiar page that details his life. Ahkmenrah’s life. He points at a picture of what would have been a recreation of your face. “That’s Y/N Y/L/N, and she’s the one in this box.” He begins to speak quickly…

Ahkmenrah stands at the palace entrance, his hands folded behind his back as you arrive with your parents. Your father is imposing and your mother endearing, and you are-Ahkmenrah smiles, seeing the softness of your expression. You are awe inspiring. He bows his head as the trio bows lowly to the Prince of Egypt. Their future pharoah. While your father walks off with the war generals, as your mother speaks with the ladies. You look up at the Prince with a smile, your cheeky grin mirroring one of his own as he walks towards you.

“Greeted by Prince Ahkmenrah. I must be special.” He always looked forward to your visits, and the kindness you often showed him with your doting gifts. You traveled with your father, gathering treasures from near and far. Things Ahkmenrah had never seen before, and those knick knacks brought him great joy when you left for months at a time.

“Only if you brought me something.” Your eyes go wide and expression flabbergasted as you laugh. It is a pleasant sound, one that brings a smile to his lips as he moves closer to you.

“Is that all I’m good for? Gifts?” He shrugs, inching closer as his eyes glance around to find the others all gone. Not that anyone would say anything. You were as good as promised to Ahkmenrah, chosen by him above anyone else. He embraces you tightly, his arms lifting you with ease as he spins you around.

“What can I say? Your immaculate taste is superior to anyone else’s gifts.” They’re not gold, or jewels, or things people give to him usually. They are things only you would think to give someone as a gift, specifically him. Once your feet touch the ground, his hands still resting on your biceps with your hands on his waist--just smiling up at him.

“Hmmmm…” You tilt your head back, lips pressed together before sighing and giving in. “I guess your compliments will work this time around.” He gladly returns the smile, as you begin walking towards the palace. His hands fold neatly behind his back as he follows beside you, a skip in his step that was not there earlier. “So what have I missed?” Ahkmenrah thinks for a second, leaning over as he sways.

“Well…” He pauses, “The Pharaoh has made a decision, one he plans to announce tonight, but…” Ahkmenrah draws out his words, his eyes are still joyful, but an unease forms in the pit of your stomach.

“But-?”

“But I wanted to be the one to tell you.” You stiffen, this sounds important. Like the kind of thing he shouldn’t be telling you at all. “I’m to be married by the end of the seventh sunset.” You completely stop in your step, your gift heavy in the pouch and your chest heavier. You feel as though someone- “To you.” At first, you do not register it. Completely, and blissfully unaware of it, but it does register and your smile grows. Everything feels as though it is on fire.

Face to face, you leap into him and feel Ahkmenrah catch you--swaying as he does and you smile. All you can do is smile for a moment. Nothing could ruin this, absolutely nothing could make this better than if you were marrying him tonight.

“That might just top my gift.” You hum, feeling him lower you to the ground, but this time, Ahkmenrah keeps you close. His parents had asked him months ago about marriage, and he pleaded with his father to consider you. You were the only child of the richest merchant, your family had wealth spanning the globe--recognition from other empires and it would be a wise match. But Ahkmenrah also explained his love for you, which will make his rule stronger.

“Oh Y/N, nothing tops something from you.” You could give him a scarf and it would mean the world, and he would shake the heavens and sky to show his thanks.

The banquet comes and goes, the room applauds the engagement and your parents smile with glee. You wooed a pharaoh, and would now take your place as one of the most powerful people in Egypt. You also fell in love, and while that mattered less, it still mattered to them. All through the night and into the early morning, Ahkmenrah does not leave your side even when his lips stain red from wine. He remains solidly at your hip, never too far and never out of reach.

You feel him lean into you, while you do not drink wine, Ahkmenrah accepted far too many glasses and soon enough, you were stumbling through the palace with his arm extended over your neck. His smile is lopsided and eyes dazed as he is unable to stop himself from staring.

“Y/N, did you know you’re beautiful?” You smile to yourself, blushing at the hundredth compliment.

“Ahkmenrah, you’ve only said it thirty times tonight alone.” You listen to the low hum as he leans his head onto your shoulder, which makes it significantly harder to walk towards his room.

“Did I now?” You lightly laugh, taking on more of his weight and continuing the trek.

“Oh yes, and you’ve poured your heart out twice in the last hour.” He nods, his smile growing and so does yours.

You reach his rooms though and the posted guards open the door, and you’d be blind to not notice one of them smiling at the Prince’s constant string of compliments. You murmur a ‘thank you’ before guiding him towards his bed.

Ahkmenrah feels your hands slip away as he sits on the edge of his bed, and he reaches out--making grabby hands as he tries to focus on your form. But the world began to go in and out of focus several hours ago. “Y/NNNNNNNNNN.” You sign, coming closer and placing either of his cheeks in the palm of your hands, feeling the sharp angles, but also soft skin.

“Ahkmenrah…”

“Don’t leave…” You are hesitant as you feel him guiding you towards the pillows, “You always leave, and now you can’t leave.” His words are laced with sadness, and it forces you to recall one thing that sits heavy on your shoulders. It has crossed your mind once or twice, because marrying Ahkmenrah prevents you from traveling as you used to--and you feel guilty for even thinking like that because you do love him.

“I’m just going to my rooms…” You brush dark curls from his forehead, smiling as he lulls. “I’ll see you tomorrow.” With soft steps, you retreat from his rooms and begin the walk towards your rooms. The halls are longer now and much quieter, and when steps creep up behind you--unease bubbles to the surface. Something about those heavy steps doesn’t sit right with you. You walk faster and so do they, and you inhale sharply--daring to glance behind, but slow when you see its Kahmunrah.

“Sweet Y/N, you seemed to be rushing. Running away from your promise already.” You smile tightly at the eldest prince, but not the heir. That title belonged to Ahkmenrah alone.

“To your disappointment, no.” He keeps pace with you until the words leave your lips, and then he is grabbing your wrist roughly. Pulling you towards him, his eyes just as dark as you remember them. “So I guess you don’t get to kill me just yet.” Kahmunrah’s fingers tighten, and you feel the bruises forming already. The ache extends into the bone.

“Y/N, you’ll never leave this palace again. Regardless of what happens.” Your eyes flicker from his eyes, to his hand and then back, daring him to hold you any longer. “Take care to remember your commitments. Your priorities.” He smiles, but it is not kind or warm--lacking both entirely.

“I don’t need your veiled threats. I know what has to be done.” His eyes and expression fall completely, and you try not to shake under his glare.

“Trust me. I haven’t even begun to threaten you yet.” But he walks away, and you are left to your thoughts and anxiety. The worry plaguing you time and time again, so much so that sleep becomes impossible.

Exhaustion is creeping up on you, but still you follow through with every celebration and event that follows the announcement banquet. It feels like all of Egypt is outside the palace, waiting for a glimpse of the future Pharaoh’s bride, but you feel disgusting--you feel unworthy. Your bed is not as soft, the walls much too echoey and the noise of the palace seems to dance through the room. Every noise.

There are two brief knocks and then the doors are open, to which you know it is Ahkmenrah… He is stunning as usual, he’s always been perfect even as a child. You would play in the garden’s together for hours on end, your mother’s watching fondly with those knowing looks.

Even then, everyone knew.

“Dearest… Are you alright? You don’t seem yourself.” You roll over, avoiding eye contact as the pillows embrace your form. The distance does not last long as he climbs into the bed, and lies so close your noses are almost touching. “I’m worried…” You try to smile, but he sees right through the attempt and shakes his head. His eyes are full of warmth. “Please? Just tell me… We’re to be married.”

“I can’t sleep…” You mumble, leaving out the why--shrugging when he asks and he just accepts it which hurts even more. You wish he would beg to know, plead, because you’ve never been able to lie to those beautiful brown eyes. He embraces you close and weaves his fingers into your hair, he hushes your thoughts and breaks down your worry. For a second, you drift off to the sound of his heartbeat beneath your head.

Hours passed with you in his arms, Ahkmenrah did not dare move as he went still, then drifted off himself. Were you this worried about marrying him? That you couldn’t even sleep, his own anxiety was more about if it’ll be enough? If he did things the right way? Or needed to do more? He didn’t worry about making you happy, because he had done that your whole life, but now that doubt is beginning to set in.

Ahkmenrah woke slowly, seeing the eyes of his father staring back at him with perplexion as he raised an eyebrow. “Curious…” But he never heard a word after that, save for his mother wacking his arm the next time she saw him.

Yet somehow, you still stand at the edge of forever with Ahkmenrah, your wedding came and went--it passed faster than a blink. The ceremony was long and elaborate, and the banquet that followed lasted for the entire night and once morning came--Ahkmenrah was guiding you to his rooms. Your rooms, as he said. Your stomach twists in a knot as the door opens, the guards gone from their post, but Ahkmenrah says nothing.

You smile up at him as he shuts the door tight, and begins to remove the many jewels that crowd both of your forms. His hands are delicate and every touch is brief, his fingers never linger anywhere too long as his gaze does not waiver. The sensation of your heart pounding in your chest would be enough to shake your entire form, but it doesn’t because he keeps you steady. That’s just who Ahkmenrah is. 

“Even without gold, you are the greatest treasure I’ve ever laid eyes on.” He whispers, it’s like the words are caught in his throat--like long lulls of music. You tilt your head, studying his expression as he speaks, before stepping forward cautiously. Your eyes just briefly drift down to his chest before reverting back to his eyes, under the light of the fires, his eyes shine brighter than they ever have. Either palm rests on his chest as you bring yourself closer than before, your hands drag until they reach around his neck to undo the ties of the neck adornments. 

The clatter of the garments echo off the stone, but walls keep their secrets when he rushes forward to embrace your entire body into his arms. Before, when his lips would brush your own during goodbyes or when he would kiss the back of your hand. They lingered, but you wished they could stay against your skin forever. Every touch and kiss, you feel as though you could live forever beneath warmth.

You tighten your arms around his neck, letting him naturally deepen the kiss as his chest presses heavily into your body--his lips rest just above yours as he speaks in a hum: "My beautiful Queen..."

He looks at you as if you are the most beautiful thing in the universe, as if there were not enough jewels and gold to compare to you. That kind of look, it should send shivers down your spine, but instead you feel a swell of anxiety mount. Yet his kisses shut the feelings away as your back presses into the mattress--when all is said, and all is done--you love Ahkmenrah.

So much so that as his lips trail down your neck, and you catch a glimpse of the flames from your place in the pillows--you try to let the comfort embrace you. But the flames twinkle and fade away, and your eyes blur from the mist that forms. His hands brace on either side of your body, but once the flame has completely extinguished--there begins the echo of swords.

Ahkmenrah's eyes widen as he sits up, his attention shifting, but as the swords fade away--you see him shake it off, as if pushing it to the back of his mind. However, when the screams begin to bounce off the walls like the applause from earlier, Ahkmenrah climbs to his feet. His steps are hesitant as the dissent grows closer to the door, but it leaves him open to one attack. One moment, because he didn't think the attack would come from you.

Your hand curls around the hilt of the blade, the memory of leaving it there when you brought him to his chambers wine drunk, enters your mind. You see it flash, as your face contorts and eyes mist over. You wish you could close your eyes, and let someone else do the deed, but you can't. Instead, you release a long held breath and crawl to your feet. Ahkmenrah never saw it comes, but as you reach around quickly and push the blade deep into his chest--you begin to sob, finally able to make a sound.

All of Egypt moves in slow motion, every noise in the palace is muted as you feel him grow weary beneath your palms. His body going limp as he locks his gaze on you, those brown eyes full of betrayal. Using whatever strength you can muster, you drag him onto the bed and feel as if the Gods are ripping your skin away--layer by layer. Every nerve is exposed as you cry out, for Ahkmenrah, for the only love you ever knew. You cup his cheeks, his tears burn your hands and you wish they would scar you forever--to carve up your skin, in the same way that you feel.

Maybe then your heart would hurt less.

"I'm so sorry...." You break down, kissing his temple as you see him struggle to breath. Every break in breath that he tries to grasp, seems to shutter and lock. "I will never forgive myself... I-I am-m sorry." You tremble, your body swaying as the entire future you imagined for yourself falls from the heavens. No one will ever forgive you for this, and you don't expect Ahkmenrah to. Not that it matters, you see the blood sputter from his lips as he chokes on the essence meant to keep him alive. You listen to him struggle, hear his pain and its your own personal torture as you press your forehead to his, and just for a moment--he is only your love.

"I'll make it all stop." You whisper the words, but your suffering has only begun. You adjust your grip, the angle and run the blade deeper. And if he could be betrayed further, his eyes would have darkened a shade.

Then he goes still.

You had to do this, end his suffering--you can only look at him before you scream. You let your cries break the walls of the palace, and burn into the memories of all that can hear. Your heart shattered before you, a blade run through his heart entirely. You did this.

You just didn't know the last thing he heard was your screams, and for a moment, he felt pity for you.

Larry's eyes go wide as Ahkmenrah finishes, his eyes locked on the box and the book in the Pharaoh's hands. "So...We're not..." Ahkmenrah glances down at the box, the pounding having faded off the moment he began to speak. Maybe his own voice shocked you enough, just as your sudden appearance here.

"They were my wife first." He whispers quietly, every fiber of his being had thought you died right after him. Larry didn't even think it was possible for Ahkmenrah to cry, had never seen him emotional like this, but his eyes have glassed over. Yet the softness does not last as he throws the book onto the box, the clatter echoing through the quiet museum. "MY WIFE?!" The pounding regains its muster, and this time, Larry can hear the screams as Ahkmenrah walks away.

Larry clasps his hands together, glancing at his watch-- wow, only an hour, he still has ten more hours in here. As much as he wants to keep this crazy woman away from his friend, he has to unpack the exhibit. No one helps the nightguard, you were frightening to them--someone who hurt their friend.

It is a slow process, and meticulous as he sets aside the relics--books, goblets, crowns, jewels, and a blade. You have gone still, and as Larry pries open the lid to the box that contains you--he is shocked to see you curled into the wood. You do not look at him, but instead speak hushly.

"The universe in all its cruelty has brought me here to face my sins." There is a tremor to your voice, Ahkmenrah described you as jovial, but you seem as though you were broken many times over.

"Yeah well, you did kill him." You side eye the man, before sitting up just enough to look him in the eye.

"It was me, or his Kahmunrah... I made it quick..." You pause, "Kahmunrah was going to hang him from a post and whip him until he died." Even in death, as you rise from the box and onto your feet, Larry sees regalty. You are dressed ornately. "I gave him mercy."

"Did you tell him that?" He holds out his hand and guides you out of the box, your bare feet touching the cool floor.

"It was always my burden to bare."

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You walk the halls of the museum with curiosity, the world has changed so much. Things are different, the air feels different, but you don't. You feel the guilt of your life, and the pain of your death echo through every step. Larry had offered to give you a tour, but the idea of being near someone after so long, makes your stomach twist in a knot. Familiarity begins to form as the walls turn to stone, and the statues become reminiscent of the palace... Then you see him, and you stop entirely.

What is air? You don't know because your lungs are stuck in a single position, and unable to inhale. He looks the same, stunning--with beautiful brown eyes, full of betrayal. Just as you remember.

"Go..." His voice is lower, and you cannot bring yourself to walk closer, or walk away. You just go still. Ahkmenrah finally looks at you. "Why can't you just go?" The pain is becoming clearer, visible in the glassiness of his eyes.

"I never loved him... I swear..." You close your eyes, but force yourself to look at him. To face your punishment. "Ahkmenrah... I did my best for you, he was going to torture you. Going to prolong your pain, until begged." Your lip trembles as you find the courage to step forward, "I wanted you to go quick, I thought he'd kill me for taking that away from him."

Ahkmenrah watches you crumble as a thought hits him, one that is heartbreaking. "You don't look any older."

"He wanted to be you, so he married me and took your throne. And when he found out that I would never love him, he gave me the death, he planned for you." You struggle to find the words, but Ahkmenrah knows there true. He knows Kahmunrah, in all his cruelty, would do that. You raise your shoulders back and close your eyes, before dropping to your knees. "I submit to your judgement, as my king."

You do not dare open your eyes as the last words leave your lips, you go still with your palms laid out on your thighs. Your head bent, you hold only the honor that you never bowed to Kahmunrah. You may not see him, but you feel him standing in front of you--the closest you've been in centuries.

He does not strike you. Or throw you. Or yell. Instead, you feel his hands wrap around yours, and the ache begins to grow. Your chest is expanding and your heart pounding, just as it did then. So you open your eyes and find him knelt in front of you, and you get to look him eye to eye.

"I never wanted to be your king. Only your love."

[confessionsofa-roleplayer]

What is up with the trend of people who hop onto their blog for the day, start little threads and interactions, and then never continue them past that day? Rinse and repeat the next day. Even asks sent that day never get answered past the day, meaning that asks rarely ever get answered. And good luck with any starter calls if you liked them too close to the mun logging off for the day. Blogs like those feel especially hard to get real interactions going because you can never get a thread longer than three notes, if you manage to get a thread at all. How are the relationships between muses supposed to develop if every meeting is some short, light-hearted, and quickly dropped thing? I swear, the short attention span of the rpc will be the death of it.

[ancientxblooms]

-- Luna mun here saying hi! Another muse? Yes, but it's Aerith, who can blame me?

I'm still doing a little work here and there so things may change around but I'm here and able to RP so feel free to message me for plotting or if you spot an open RP post of mine feel free to hop in! Anyone is welcome to so long as you read my rules! --

[headtripped]

MUN INTRO: hey! my name's peyton [th/th, cst, 21+] & i'll be writing for sverre olsen, lee hyeon, selena palacio & dylan hwang here. you can find me on discord @ #seamonkeydefender & please feel free to add me w/o asking as well! discord is my preferred plotting method. all of my characters are on sideblogs aside from sverre, so i will be dming from @portra400s when necessary... hehe

CHARA INTRO: next up, lee hyeon. he's a 25yr old city boy, currently "visiting" yuseong bay (re: staying here indefinitely) to ride out some bad press, as he was an idol up until his group noisily disbanded in late 2023. he's always been interested in cars/had some mechanic experience so he's now the shop hand at park's garage. you can view his stats here & his pinterest here if interested!

answer the following prompts, either ooc or ic!

when did your muse first arrive in yuseong bay?: has visited a few times before, but moved to yuseong bay indefinitely in february 2024.

what does an average day look like for your muse?: wake up around 6:30 or 7:00am, skincare/brush teeth, go for a jog around town, go back home to have breakfast, go to work, go home to shower and change clothes, go out for a while (probably for a joyride, but maybe somewhere to socialize), go home to spend the rest of the evening helping out around the house or working on music, go to sleep.

where can your muse usually be found?: during the day, he's usually at park's garage. aside from that, he's known to just cruise around in his car; though it is somewhat common to see him in the recreation center's gym or at 88& bar.

how does your muse feel about hanwha resort?: indifferent. it doesn't affect him in any way, but he's currently living with his best friend's grandparents, and he feels a bit sad for them that their quiet little town is becoming a little less quiet. still, he doesn't care a whole lot as it doesn't seem to have done any real harm to the area, and is more just of a nuisance than anything from what he can see.

is there an aspiration for your muse to stay in or leave yuseong bay?: he's waiting out bad press, so he'll probably be in yuseong bay until (a) his location leaks or (b) he can search his name without the disbandment news & articles about him being sued being the first things to come up. he was young when he started training to be an idol & only 18 when he debuted, soooo he's also just now getting a chance to (kind of) relax for the first time in his life—these are his motivations to stay, but he's a city boy at heart & does want to return to being a public figure when the drama dies down, so he'll have to leave sooner or later.

answer the following, ooc!

list your muse's three favorite songs: cleanin' out my closet by eminem, shark attack by limp bizkit, humble by kendrick lamar (honorable mentions: liberation by skyminhyuk & gottasade by bewhy); a fan of hip-hop & heavy rock.

describe your muse's style: simple, straight-forward. a closet full of basics in a dark color palette, but if pay him any mind, you’ll see that most of what he wears is designer—he’ll define his taste as “quiet elegance,” but it’s mostly just his pretentiousness speaking. occasionally wears accent pieces or graphic tees, but mostly stays minimalistic with layered jewelry as the “point”.

color, word, and emoji to describe your muse?: burnt sienna, "noise", 🔥

three strong likes and dislikes for your muse: really likes reptiles, racing, fashion / really doesn't like scifi, having to share anything, being disagreed with.

three positive and negative traits for your muse: positive decisive, hard-working, supportive / negative dishonest, unloyal, volatile.

three talents and shortcomings for your muse: very musically skilled, esp with producing, great at making decisions when no one else can/wants to (he'll never make you choose where to eat), very handy / poor control on his emotions, often acts without thinking, starts shit he can't finish.

what is a book/tv series/movie/video game character that you feel your character relates to?: mostly mac, some dennis (it's always sunny).

a relevant goal or arch for your character to overcome: hyeon's a very self-focused person. he's not quite as bad as he was when he was a little younger, but he's still quite aggressive & quick to use people for personal gain, then ditch them when they have nothing left to offer—doesn't necessarily want to be like this, and he's gained some self-awareness in recent times. so, it'd be nice if he can (start to) overcome this and view people as... people... instead of tools to get himself further in life!!! which will hopefully be easier for him in a place like yuseong bay anyway, where life is a little slower and the people are more genuine than what he's used to. aside from this, he has some inner child healing he needs to do and also needs to rediscover his own personality outside of the public image he's curated.

MORE INFO!

hyeon was the main rapper/subvocalist of a boy group called twi5t. debuted in 2017, disbanded in late 2023. they were pretty popular and believed by the public to be not just coworkers, but very good friends—which amplified this positive, ideal perception the public had of them. tl;dr is that they all hated each other. the only real friendship was between hyeon and one other member, who happens to be from yuseong bay and whose family hyeon's currently staying with.

in his stint as an idol, hyeon was originally the least popular member of twi5t. had an attitude scandal not long after debut, so he was under scrutiny already and it didn't help that he had a rough sense of humor and a tendency to use banmal with people he ought to be respecting. over the years, he gained (some) public favor thru the extensive producing he did for the group and other groups within the industry, solo variety show appearances, community service he was forced into, etc etc. but even as people cut him more slack and started to like him, he was perceived as being the most problematic one in the group which was... not true...

but i digress. he was one of the first members to start releasing solo music, which he "bribed" the company into. basically said "hey i'll let u guys have more of the profits than stated in my contract if u let me do this" because he was like... 21 and stupid as hell JBSDHJVSBDF like... he really thought that if he gave them a leg up, it would prevent them from trying to fuck him over. spoiler: it didn't. ultimately his contract was amended and resulted in the profits from everything with his name as an individual on it being split 60% to the company and 40% to him, but he didn't realize this was a permanent thing until a few years down the line when people who'd featured on his songs were making more money off said songs than he was. atp he was one foot out the door, not caring too much about the company or group 'cause fuck those guys for real...

still tried to be on his best behavior and was gonna wait out the contract, but shit started going extremely south with the group in 2023 and hyeon got sued into the ground for slander & breach of contract over a drunk instagram live he did where he was talking about it. aired out not only the group, but the company's business—basically talking about how the members didn't get along, citing a few instances, bitching about management never helping and just sweeping problems under the rug, mentioning how the company trapped him in an unfair contract, etc etc. so yea... his reputation's in the dirt!

anyway... he's 25 now. his brain's finally fully developed. he's learned from his mistakes. he's a better & smarter man than he used to be, but still has a long way to go. picked up a job at park's garage not longer after moving to yuseong bay, as he doesn't like to have too much time to sit around and sulk—helps that he's extremely interested in cars & had some prior mechanic experience from pre-debut and sidework for friends throughout his career.

speaking of cars........ he has two: a 2008 mitsubishi eclipse spyder, which usually sits @ the garage and his flashy daily driver, a 2022 mclaren 765lt. who's he pissing off when he goes joyriding with the top down?

[valpohq]

Hello to our beautiful residents of the Valparaíso region ! As we approach mun capacity, the admins wanted to give a couple reminders as muns get more comfortable with their characters and each other. These are all things that can be found in our rules, specifically the ‘ On Collaboration ’ section, but we wanted to take the time to bring attention to them again, and elaborate on them as our group grows so muns can be more aware of each other’s interaction styles. As admins, we’re constantly blown away with how kind our members are. We love knowing that the both of us can step away from the server or the dash for a moment and come back to tons of new threads on the dash to catch up on, and even more shenanigans in the servers to enjoy before bed. No one is in trouble, this isn’t a post meant to make anyone feel nervous or guilty. The admins just want to issue soft reminders as we know how easy it is for muns to get comfortable with other muns and muses they grow familiar with over time, and we want to ensure we emphasize inclusivity as that’s the thing we’re most proud of when it comes to this group. This is a pretty lengthy post, but please see below the read more and read its entirety. Interact with this post so that we know you've read it, and understand. If you have any questions please let us know !

Open starters: We love to see so many opens going on the main and how often they get replied to ! Please keep posting and replying to them as it’s a great way to facilitate connections with muns who may not favor plotting, but love winging it to see where the chem leads ! Whenever you do post an open starter, please make sure to tag valpostart ! The dash moves very fast, and the admins can miss starters from time to time, but we’ll get the notification if you tag it ! You should also be dropping your opens in our open starters channel in the discord server; however we absolutely recommend tagging the account as discord hides notifications sometimes. 

OOC interactions: The server moves very fast. We understand that we have a variety of muns with different capacities to be online. There are some who can be on a lot more than others so we understand that hopping into the server can be overwhelming for muns and sometimes you don’t know where to start. We want to ask that when interacting in the OOC servers, do not ignore comments left by other muns if you notice no one else has had the chance to reply yet. Respond to it first before you shift focus to something else because it’ll ensure that others don’t feel ignored, even if that’s not what you meant to do ! We don’t want anyone to feel like they have to be online all the time to be a valued member of this group; you’re all valued here. If you feel the OOC is getting too overwhelming or that it’s hindering your experience in the group and you prefer DMs, that’s completely fine ! You’re always welcome to mute any channel in the server you want as long as you have the announcement and plotting/starter call channels unmuted !

Plotting/Starter Calls: When posting plotting and starter calls make sure that you have the capacity for them ! Feel free to issue out a cap as to not overwhelm yourself, but try to prioritize muns you haven’t gotten the chance to write with yet or that you don’t write with often. If you tend to post starter calls and prioritize the same muns the admins will consider that a strike against you. We do understand that muns will post plotting/starter calls with every intention of dishing them out and then life happens; you won’t be penalized for needing to take a step back, ever. We do ask, however, that you let the admins know or that you post a mun update in the channel so members aren’t left to think that it’s something they did or didn’t do. If you post a plotting call and a mun responds to it: you are expected to plot with the mun. If admins hear that you’re ignoring a mun’s attempt at plotting, that will be a strike against you.

Private DMs: As admins, we don’t know what’s happening in private dms. We also acknowledge and understand that our DMs will absolutely look different than our members, but we still want to let our members know that they shouldn’t ever feel rushed to get back to anyone. Take your time so that you can go through intros and give thought out responses around characters and potential plots. Again, we understand that the ooc server and more recently the ic text channel, can move extremely fast but never let that make you feel like you’re falling behind or getting left behind. Our members (and the admins !) are extremely patient and understanding. Take the time you need to get back to or reach out to members so you have plots or thread ideas you’re excited about writing.

Collaboration is Key: Give as much as you get and match the energy of the muns around you. We think this group works so well because we have members consistently shouting out each other, bringing attention to threads on the dash, and little funny moments in the servers. We understand that receiving compliments on your characters can feel nice, and it’s fun to know that you made the group laugh! But it only works if everyone is participating and not just a select few. If you only chime in in the ooc when your character is mentioned but never try and acknowledge other characters or members whether through the server or in DMs, that doesn’t make everyone feel very nice. If you get a cute shoutout, please try to pay it forward with a future shoutout for another mun’s character!

We expect everyone to put in the same amount of effort no matter how often they’re able to get online. We don’t believe activity equals inclusivity. Everyone should be reaching out to others and responding to others, whether that be in the OOC/IC or Dms. We don’t think it’s fair to ask members who are able to be more active to take on even more of the work of a collaborative hobby because that can burn them out. Alternatively, we don’t expect members who aren’t able to be on as frequently to be aware of every growing plot change or interaction but what you are privy to, feel free to comment on ! Or just drop by to chat when you can if you’ve opted to participate in the ooc/ic servers. We value patience and never want anyone to stretch themselves too thin. We want to thank everyone who has joined us, and we recognize all the effort you put into your characters and writing with each other. As admins, we’re so proud of all the work you all put in, and want to continue to see Valpohq provide giggles and joy to the muns who come to stay with us. Even when muns leave us, we always hear about how great of an environment this rp is and how welcomed and included they felt, and much of that is due to how welcoming you all are and all the effort you put in to threading and plotting with each other ! This is just a reminder because we want to make sure we don’t lose that whether we’re at 12 muns or 25 ! If you have any questions, concerns, or suggestions about what' in this post, please reach out to the admins whether on discord or main.

[nanoa1foryou]

YOU LIKE FINNISH MUSIC TOO?? What bands should I listen tooooo, I listen to some already but I need more

Yooooo! This is like the best ask I could possibly get!! Thank you anon <3

So, what should you listen to? That really depends on the genres you vibe with, but luckily, I’m not picky!

Recently, I’ve picked up Jambo. Rapper, but with huge range as far as the styling of his music goes. His most recent album has been pretty successfull, earning him his first Emma nomination too, which is really cool. And damn is he good live. He says he’s better live than in the studio and I fully believe that. Not to mention he has great chemistry with his band! Favourite songs of his, currently, are E18, Elefantti Huonees, Meille, and Ei Nabbaa. Those should show you pretty well the range of his style.

Pilvet Pilvet is another one I’ve gotten into recently. Really chill, soulfull rock. They are a really new band, only started releasing stuff last year, and are already climbing fast, doing shows with some big names like Joker Out and Robin Packalen. If you like Kuumaa, you’ll probably like these guys too. The vibes are a bit different but the music hits the spot. They have very few releases as of now, so pretty much all of it is good.

Similar to them, in just the last couple of weeks, I’ve gotten into Tiikerin Vuosi. Chill, more old school style Finnish rock. They headlined a May Day event in Helsinki this year, which I heard they applied for as somewhat of a joke, thinking they wouldn’t get the gig. Definitely worth it though, and I can see why they were picked. Songs I’d recommend are Töölönlahti and Sirkka Linnea (and Havis Amanda if they ever release that. It was written for the event but it was very catchy.)

Okay, those all are quite obscure picks, so let’s discuss some more arguably mainstream stuff.

I like rap, so one more rapper I’ve been head over heels for is Etta. Really strong party music, with some more hard hitting emotional stuff thrown into the mix. Her voice is really beautiful, and she also convinces live (you can watch her Emma Gaala performance from 2022 if you wanna get a taste). Klubiruusu, Demoneista Ystävii and Piilota Sun Sydän are good songs to start off with.

In the pop realm of things, right now I’ve been getting into Bee. She is also one of the breakthrough artists of last year, and has been getting a ton of radio plays for her singles Viimeisiä Sanoja and Silkkiin Verhoiltuna. Haven’t listened to much of her stuff yet beyond that, but as far as pop goes, she one of the few I’ve been recently inclined to check out.

Also, ever the queen, Kaija Koo is always a safe bet. Long career behind her and she’s still staying strong, this is like peak Finnish karaoke pop for middle ages women. Favourotes of mine are Mun Sydän, Sateenkaari Pimeessä and Tanssii Itsensä Kanssa.

Speaking of long career artists, Jenni Vartiainen has just made a comeback to the mainstream. She is a known name in pop, and has an absolutely gorgeous discography. Favourotes there are Ihmisten Edessä, Turvasana and Made In Heaven.

And just to round this off, as far as metal music goes, I’ve been getting into Arttu Lindeman. Nothing ground breaking there, but just some solid nu metal as he describes it. Really aggressive lyrics and all. Elä Niinku Huvittaa and Koirat Syö Koiria are the ones I started out with.

Okay, I could keep going but we’d be here all day, so I’ll leave you with this. Anything from the past 4 years of Uuden Musiikin Kilpailu is also mostly great (including the interval acts). Which is not surprising, since it is the song contest to highlight new music from Finland. Looking through those artists might take a while though, even if it’s only 7 competitors per year.

And for any Finnish music enjoyer reading this, feel free to hop on with your favourites in the replies or reblogs or whatever. I tried to pick some of the ones I talk about less on this blog, so we’d get some variety.

(Come on, Olli Matela from Blind Channel is literally my pfp, my header is Hella from Lordi, the red theming is for Kuumaa’s new album, and my most used tag is Käärijä. If that doesn’t say it all, idk what will.)

And thank you for this ask anon! You really made my day <3

[siixkiing]

BTW; I finally made and got @iimexpensiive up and running...there’s still the issues with the dash (apparently I have been informed that new blogs cannot turn off the ‘for you’ stuff) SO I might be having to hop back and forth between the two accounts just to keep up with dash stuff.

I still got to think up tags for my boy, but other than that he is pretty much ready to go and you can come play with him ;3

[always-together]

13. how are you?

30. most used emoji?

INTERVIEW THE MUN ON MUNDAY!

13. How are you?

I’m doing…pretty good lol. It’s finals week and I have one last massive assignment to do, but taking the occasional break to hop on here and see how things are doing, as well as do some writing, is keeping me sane. It’s kinda funny that doing creative writing is helping me with my academic writing 😅

30. Most used emoji?

THIS GUY FOR SURE (😊)

[queenof-clubs]

Welcome, players! Grab a partner and let's begin! But first, as always, some rules before interacting:

♧ 18+ only as the Borderlands aren't kid-friendly ♧ I tolerate zero hate. Kindness only here as this is my OC and I'm doing this for fun ♧ Speaking of fun--I wish I could RP all the time but I've got a life I need to tend to also. Please be patient with me, I promise I'll reply as soon as I can! ♧ Totally open to replying to duplicate characters, so if you see me interacting with a character you play please don't let that stop you from interacting with me. I'd love to RP with them too ♧ This is a canon divergent, AU, and multi-ship friendly blog ♧ This is a sideblog of @kuinaoflight light so any inbox submissions will be anon or from that blog if media-related.

FULL NAME: Suzuki Mai

CITIZENSHIP ALIAS: Queen of Clubs

GAME: Dodgeball (based off the show)

FORMER OCCUPATION: Professional Dancer, aspiring pop singer/idol

FACECLAIM: Miyawaki Sakura

AGE: 25 years old

DATE OF BIRTH: June 24, 1998

ZODIAC: Tiger ; Cancer (western)

SEXUALITY: Pansexual

ETHNICITY: Japanese

LANGUAGES: Japanese, English, French

SKILLS: Flexibility, singing, agility, dance (ballet, jazz, contemporary, lyrical, acrobatics, hip-hop), circus arts, gymnastics, soccer, volleyball, dodgeball (obvi!)

Mun is also:

@kuinaoflight (main blog)

@heiyaitsakane (sideblog)

@heartsmajestymira (main blog)

@sofiamoreno (sideblog)

BIOGRAPHY

Began dance at the age of two and had been doing it professionally ever since.

Mai was born and raised in Japan but found she never quite belonged in her world, which is why she took up the mantle of being a professional dancer at a young age and then a pop idol. The Borderlands were her first real home.

Her family heavily pushed her to continue with dance and gymnastics, hoping Mai could one day become world famous. While she appreciated the support, her training and career were both isolating. This was her primary career focus until she discovered her love for singing. She had just started out on her journey to become a pop idol when she ended up in the Borderlands.

She longed to be part of a team where you could play together than against. Dancing and gymnastics were a solo route, and Mai had always preferred sports but never had time to actually commit to clubs other than dance. Maybe in another life she would’ve been Queen of Spades.

Not fast enough, not perfect enough, not pretty enough, not smart enough, not strong enough, not flexible enough, not enough not enough. Perfection was drilled into her brain, which is why Mai now has a tendency to be rather lazy when it comes to doing things and appears the opposite of her prim and proper dance look out of rebellion in the Borderlands (coloring her hair and the embracing of neon colors were the first taste of freedom and a high she's chased ever since).

A firm believer in fate, Mai believes she wished to end up in the Borderlands over fear of failure. It's been her biggest, silliest, most superstitious regret. Be careful what you wish for.

Mai's first game was ironically a Clubs game where she witnessed the power of everyone working together. Complete strangers from different worlds and backgrounds joining forces and working as one. It moved her, and she found her specialty.

Her turning point, however, and determination to become a citizen later down the road and keep playing the games was from her canon event: the loss of her best friend. Be who you want to be, had been her friend's last words. The acceptance of who she was and wanted to be was exactly what the Borderlands had showed her. Her best friend would probably disagree with her bestie's choice.

Risa, now Queen of Spades, was the first person she met in the Borderlands and someone she greatly admires. Mai's game's outfit was greatly influenced by both her dance background and the woman that inspired her to live after saving her life while dealing with the loss of her friend. They often train together to keep one another in shape, and Mai can often be found at the Queen of Spades' game location running, jumping and leaping around the rig.

In her game of Dodgeball you have to team up and you and your teammate both have to live in order to win. The beams players are required to stand their ground on are the same exact as that of your average sidewalk. It's not against the rules to jump from beam to beam, but you lose if you fall.

PHYSICAL APPEARANCE

HEIGHT: 5′ 4″ (163 cm)

WEIGHT: 114.5 lbs (52 kg)

HAIR COLOR: Auburn (dyed), cotton-candy pink (wig, worn during games)

EYE COLOR: Brown

PIERCINGS: Ears (two on each earlobe, barbell in her right ear), belly button

STYLE: here, here, here

QUEEN OF CLUBS OUTFIT: here, she wears a pink wig and headset during the game, which would've been her idol look.

BEACH STYLE: here, and here.