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he wasn’t someone that would have minded if yejin decided to not say anything to him. he was still willing to wait he knows what it’s like to unravel yourself onto another. you can’t be sure of how they will react or what they will think of you. however, sen was at the point where he has met and seen almost everything. he wraps his hand around hers that sits over his wrist, taking both her hands and holding them tightly offering comfort back to her.

a small smile appears over his face more so over the fact despite him being a little pushy, she’s willing to step over the line of discomfort for him. this shows how far they’ve come and he appreciates it, nodding slowly while keeping his gaze on her, eyes soft and welcoming. “i promise, i won’t think any differently of you.” whatever it is… there’s reasons to one’s actions, he knows this more than anyone*.* before she speaks he sat back down urging her to do the same so they’re not awkwardly standing. “you… can start anywhere, i’m listening.”

yejin felt a mixture of amusement exasperation as sen rambled on about his elation, a small smile tugging at the corners of her lips despite her efforts to maintain a stern expression.

“okay, okay. i get it..” she chuckled, rolling her eyes while shaking her head fondly at his antics. “you were practically bounding off the walls with joy.” but her amusement quickly turned to disbelief when she heard that word slipped from his mouth. “and devil pie?” she raised a brow at him in amusement. “now, that’s a first.”

as she listened to sen shift the topic away, yejin felt a surge of nervousness wash over her. she knew she had been avoiding the topic of her past for far too long, but the thought of opening up to sen made her stomach churn with anxiety. would he still see her the same way once he knew the truth? 

before she could stop herself, yejin reached out and wrapped her fingers around his wrist, her fingers trembling slightly with nerves. she could feel his warmth seeping into her skin, a comforting anchor amidst the storm of emotions swirling inside her. 

“no, wait— i want to tell you.” she confessed quietly, her voice barely audible over the pounding of her heart. “but.. do you promise that you won’t think of me any differently when i tell you?” her eyes searched his face for any sign of reassurance as she awaited for his response. 

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the upper hand

The day was long because the last meeting scheduled ran longer than the norm Minhyun felt the need to just get home and lay his body to rest. The meeting ended and he bid goodbye to his seniors and colleagues. And made his way to the seven eleven close to his home. Completely unaware of his surroundings or the fact that he was being followed.

The drive to was silent which made the perfect environment for unnecessary overthinking, where one thought jumped to another one. He parked his car right in front and made his way to the store, the white background of the red seven beckoning him closer. He had one mission on his mind — to grab all the snacks he loves since the pantry back home was empty. His stomach grumbled stubbornly at the sight of the wide array of options available but he didn’t forget to greet the employee.

Soon his hands were carrying as much snacks as they can hold carefully rolling them on the counter, he waited for everything to be scanned, swiping his card on the eftpos machine. The employee throws in a free Kopiko tablet into the bag and Minhyun makes sure to thank them. He then steps out into the cool air, his mind had already drifted back into the comforts of his home where he could comfortably enjoy his haul. But little did he know fate was not on his side tonight.

Out from the shadows of the night, two figures that were double the size of him lunged toward him with clear intentions of causing harm. Usually Minhyun is on guard due to him being a demigod however, he was distracted and exhausted, he stumbled backward and fell on his back. The bag of snacks flying elsewhere and his heart pounding as adrenaline rushed in, he barely got the chance to get up but the attackers wasted no time. There were on a time crunch they mercilessly rained blows in the form of fists and kicks upon him anywhere they could which told him they weren’t really trained for this.

It seemed to him they would not stop, the pain of the attacks causing dizziness, he could taste the blood coming down and trailing down his mouth. Unable to see all that well and yet he still tries to not do any harm knowing he’s much stronger than them. There was no end and he curled to his side, the anger made his body and head hot.

Who the fuck even called these guys?

The strange sensation that also was all too familiar coursed through his veins, awakening the powers within. A display to the world of what he truly is - not an ordinary human his eyes change to an ocean blue. He hated using his powers but he can’t control his body any longer, something else had taken over him as he taps into his latent abilities with enormous strength he pushes both bodies to either side of him effortlessly. As they scrambled to get up Minhyun had summoned a body of water from the very air around him, a flick of his wrist released a torrential wave and this causes the attackers to fall off their feet yet again. Suddenly, he saw their expressions change from anger to pure fear, he fed off of it, he smirks ever so slightly.

“Run.” But he didn’t even let them take a step, he channelled his fury into action and manipulated the water with such precision and skill, he aims it at the assailants and watches as the water engulfs them. He wanted them to be washed up messes which is the least of what they deserve, they trash and struggle against the relentless water but there was no escape.

In mere moments, everything subsided the attackers lay before him serving as no match for the might of Poseidons son. His chest heaving with exertion and he takes a step back, seeing the wreckage. The feeling of exhaustion even more than before he takes the support of the wall of the store, it’s been a while since he’s used his powers — too long he thinks.

While he proceeds to walk towards his car he picks up the bag of snacks all wet with the water. The water on the ground glows a light blue and he commands it to follow him all the way to the car where he comes to a stop. The water trickles up his body to cover his wounds, he closes his eyes and lets the healing properties of the water repair the damage caused by the goons. He could feel the cuts and bruises heal and the strength of his body return. As he withdrew his hands, the water vanishes and leaves no trace of its existence.

Minhyun spots the employee inside hiding behind the counter and then the two men who lay dead, now he has the task of figuring out who sent them. He already has an idea. Leaving the scene victorious that was soon replaced with guilt, he felt a sinking feeling on his chest that things are going to get worse from here on.

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the way yejin relaxed in what seemed like seconds made the male feel a little better, because if she felt more hurt he would’ve started apologizing profusely until she forgave him. "amusing? i was elated. i was smiling at my phone. i was giggling in bed. i was kicking my feet. i-" he wanted to keep going on but he ran out of more things to add but in reality at the time, he was just smiling at his phone and felt cheeky.

sen side-eyed her when she said she’s a sweetie pie, frowning slightly "you’re a what? i'm sorry since when are you a sweetie pie? did i miss some memo oh wait let me go look for it – oh wait it doesn’t exist!" he says all of this in one breath taking a gust of air back into his lungs and shakes his head. “you and your lies are going to catch up to you one day and you’re going to think about me, and finally admit you are not a sweetie pie. you’re a devil pie.” he remarks but immediately regrets his last words, what the fuck was that.

“i wouldn’t have asked if you were still going to be vague even after an year.” plush lips now purse into a tight line, gazing at her because he feels like they know each other enough to open up a little bit more. he pauses and waves his hand dismissively, “never mind i asked that it’s too personal, sorry about that. have you had breakfast?” he asks quietly while getting out of bed because he had started to feel hungry now, he doesn’t remember if he had dinner last night, forgetting about the big burger he consumed with his roommates.

yejin couldn’t help but chuckle at sen’s playful remark, shaking her head in mock exasperation. “well.. i wouldn’t be hitting you if you hadn’t made a joke like that.” she teased, though her swelled with warmth at the familiar banter between them. “i bet you found that so amusing, huh?” she threw a playful glare at him while she took one of his hands in her grasp, fiddling with his hand unconsciously. 

as she watched sen tidy up, yejin couldn’t help but feel a sense of gratitude wash over her. it was moments like this, the quiet intimacy they would share that reminded her of just how much she valued his presence and when he reached out to tuck her hair behind her ear, yejin felt a flutter of warmth spread through her chest. his touch was gentle, comforting and she found herself leaning into it without thinking. 

“talk about yourself….” yejin replied with a playful smirk, her eyes sparkling with amusement. “i’m a total sweetie pie over here.” 

but as sen's tone shifted, yejin felt a pang of unease settle in the pit of her stomach. she knew what he was referring to—the incident last year in her studio that had landed her in the hospital with a knife wound. it was a memory she had tried to hide from him but it seems like she can’t. 

“it’s a long story,” she murmured. “let’s just say, that some old.. acquaintances of mine decided to pay me a visit. things got a little messy, but i managed to fend them off. barely.. but i’m still here.”

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soft laughter had erupted from his mouth, rubbing his shin at the same time because he knew he’d suffer a fatal blow somewhere on his body due to his actions. “hitting an already injured person? real class coming from you.” he retorted, cleaning up the little mess he made by putting everything away in it’s place in the first-aid box.

he’s faced with the truth, yes, he would’ve done the same thing and even more depending on what mood he was in. sen already knew what the female was capable of because he already got a front seat feature of it last year. a part of him wondered if she wonders how he didn’t react so explosively, or so shocked about it or maybe she sensed he’d take it well. he tucks a strand of her hair behind her ear, expression soft as he gazes back at her. “we sound real toxic right now by the way,” he says to lighten up the heavy sentimental vibe he’s starting to get right now.

“you never really told me what that scenario was back in your studio, the one where you ended up in the hospital.”

yejin felt a mixture of relief and frustration wash over her as sen dismissed her concern with a casual remark about his injuries. she knew very well that he was more than capable of taking care of himself but for her to stand to the side while he’s dealing with his injuries? yeah, that’s not something she can do. 

“yeah, yeah,” she muttered, rolling her eyes playfully. reluctantly, yejin allowed sen to take over, her gaze flickering to his hands as he began to assess her wounds. she couldn’t help but wince slightly at the sight of the cuts and bruises covering her knuckles, a stark reminder of the violence from the night before.

"wait.. a joke? no fucking way." her annoyance softened slightly when sen remarked about the kiss being a joke, relief flooding through her at the realization that it was just that— a joke. she really couldn’t believe she had let herself get so worked up over something that wasn’t even true. “god, you’re such a jerk,” she muttered, a hint of amusement lacing her words as she gently kicked him on the shin.

as she watched sen finish apply the bandages on her hands, a sigh of relief slipped through her lips as the pain had dulled to faint ache. “you know…. you would’ve done the same if some stranger also punched me out of nowhere.” yejin stated quietly, her gaze meeting sen’s as she raised a brow at him. 

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both of them know sen never asked for her to come over to his room to do anything at all, but it was one of those unspoken things and still her words itch a spot in his brain. this itch grows second by second and he immediately responds to her words, “a bruise and a cut lip will hardly kill me, yejin. we both know your injuries are worse than mine so why don’t you tend to your own? or rather let me.” he was getting annoyed since that itch grew, he can look after himself more so than anyone really knows. he basically raised himself for god sakes but he doesn’t let his annoyance get the better of him.

he’d already scanned her injuries on the night of the incident, and he remembered each and every one of them. it was good she stopped tending to him for a bit but when she began to resume again, he said it was enough and instead scanned her hands, smiling. “yeah, sure you didn’t.” replying quietly, he can’t keep up with this fake situation he created especially when it was bothering the female this much. “i was joking about the kissing thing.” not looking up at her by purpose so she could process his words.

sen had learnt to do first-aid ever since he was a little boy from tending to his mother’s injuries, to his friends, and more so to his own until he learnt he has the ability to heal. he knew exactly what to do with yejins’ wounds, after removing and analysing the damage, he sighs heavily. “you’re so stupid who told you to go after him? someone that’s not worth a fight or even a glance back?” he knows he’s repeating words but he can’t help himself. he cleans up the area around the knuckles and applies an antiseptic cream, gently sticking the new bandaids on and making sure they’re stuck to her skin. “i feel like knocking his teeth out but that wouldn’t make me any better of a person than him.”

yejin’s jaw clenched involuntarily as she heard sen’s comment about her being a “ball of negativity”. she fought the urge to roll her eyes, knowing that engaging in a battle with him wouldn’t lead anywhere productive. instead, she faced on the task at hand, sitting down on the bed beside him with a sense of reluctance. 

but at his words, yejin felt a surge of irritation rise within her and she forced herself to meet his gaze, her eyes flashing with defiance. “it’s not like i enjoy being here,” she retorted sharply, her tone laced with sarcasm. “someone has to make sure you’re not dying… and that someone just happens to be me.” her fingers moved with practiced precision as she now focused on the cut on his lip, replacing the old bandaid with a new one. 

as she was about to move on to the next task, sen’s next question caught her off guard, stopping her in her tracks just for a brief moment. did she imagine him kissing that girl? of course she did. 

“no,” yejin replied, narrowing her eyes at him. “i didn’t waste my time imagining anything like that.” it was a lie, of course. and she already knows sen knows it too— there was nothing she could hide from him. she had replayed the scene in her mind a hundred times since he told her, each time feeling a pang of jealousy that she couldn’t explain. it was never like this before— give it a few months back, she'd be happy to know that he shared a kiss with someone but somehow, it's a little different now. she even hates the thought of another cuddling with him.

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in the next breath sen is already planning his day just because he’s injured that doesn’t mean he gets to relax and not be productive, which has always been his mindset for everything in life. a day lost is a waste of time. but just as he was doing this the door opens and to his surprise it’s yejin. the devilish texts he’d sent her this morning make him smile although he tries to fight it, so it doesn’t appear on his face but he doesn’t think he’s doing a good job at it.

“oh look who it is if not the giant ball of negativity.” he mumbles as they sat down on the bed, everything she does is second nature to him. so he lets her tend to his bruises and wounds. “just injuries? so you brought this dark cloud in here just for injuries?” raising a brow, he creeps down to catch her eyes with his own trying to get her to look at him for even a second.

“did you imagine me kissing her?” he’s treading on dangerous waters he knows because he knows yejin too well to know that she is jealous. he even knows if he asked she would admit it hesitantly and say she doesn’t know why. whatever they have going on between each other feels too deep lately that even sen doesn’t know when did he start becoming this attached to someone he had randomly decided to call a roommate.

yejin couldn’t shake off the lingering tension from the texts they exchanged that morning. the image of sen kissing someone else replayed in her mind, causing a dull ache in her chest that she couldn’t quite understand. but despite the turmoil swirling inside her, she couldn’t ignore the concern she felt for his well-being.

with a deep breath, she pushed the door open, her eyes immediately falling on sen’s form and without a word, yejin crossed the room and approached sen, her movements careful and deliberate as she took his hand in her grasp and pulled him down on the bed along with her as yejin sat on the edge of his bed.

“i’m only here to tend to your injuries,” yejin finally spoke, her voice surprisingly steady despite the turmoil raging inside her. she avoided sen’s gaze, focusing instead on the task of helping him. she reached for the bandages and antiseptic, her hands moving with practiced efficiency.

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a sense of comfort;

the injuries from yesterday had started peaking overnight, the punch to his jaw was red and now has become a darker bruise, and one that doesn’t look so pretty. his cut lip raw and still bloody due to the bandage covering it, but the blood has stopped, showing some progress in healing overnight.

the male shifted in his now empty bed, the pain from his jaw shot up right to his head, throbbing against his skull. he winced immediately recalling last nights events. gently and ever so slowly he climbed out of bed with a low grunt, he doesn’t even know what the time is nor does he care for it. but seeing there’s some sunlight filtering through the blinds it must be morning or late noon. thin fingers reach out to his bedside table for the painkillers and the water bottle from last night, he takes two for now. this would be way easier for him if he could just heal and live life normally, but in a way this could be a humbling experience. he ponders. humbling in the way of don’t get yourself into stupid things, and think before you say something. life lessons elders teach a child and now being an adult, he feels guilty of not doing what he normally would’ve done. which is keeping his privacy private. upon dragging his feet to the tall mirror, he catches his appearance and concludes; it’s not that bad at least not as bad as other times.

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not the tantrums;

Minhyun was ready to go the ball his Father had invited him to it was another one of his schemes to get him to join the family company seeing the fact that his younger step brother can't play the part. All the smarts had gone to Minhyun and his Father's second wife couldn't even give him a decent son let alone another child. It was all a tragedy but it's not a problem Minhyun's should deal with. 

To make this night a little more bearable he had extended the invite to his dearest friend Yihwa, not letting him know any details except the location. Yihwa hadn't even questioned why Minhyun got invited to a ball but he must've felt it's better not to ask. Treaded in a bow tie suit, he made his way to the entrance. The ushers asked Minhyuns name and after matching his name to the names on the list he was allowed to step inside. He wasn’t too interested in the people that casted looks at him as he was waiting for his friend. It was still too early for his arrival so he decided to go further inside and scout the guests, most of them didn't know who he was but he knew who they were. His Father had done a great job of not showing his eldest son to others as far as he's concerned he wasn't even born, because his Father's public profile online doesn't even have his name as his son but he has his step son and step mother on it. It was confusing as to why this was decided and why he had to call himself a long distant son of his Fathers cousin for the longest of time. His father had never told him and because Minhyun hated his guts, he never bothered to ask. Some things are better left unknown.

Minhyun is always on high alert in these type of events, while he was scouting he felt a tug on his sleeve he turned around in a rush. "Wh- Yihwa, you made it!" Boy is it nice to see a familiar face aside from the filthy rich who talk about nothing entertaining. "Did you get here alright? Let's get a drink." He says as he leads Yihwa to the cocktails table with all the drinks already laid out, the two grab a glass each and stand gazing around. Two people near the centre stage which was just a little podium are seen arguing with their son staring from afar, their voices get increasingly louder “You invited him again? How many times do I need to tell you we don’t need him here!” The voices that were chatting quietened down at those words and her words didn’t miss Minhyuns sharp ears, he smiles quietly. Watching someone from the crowd come and tell the couple to keep it down. 

What a shame I was born, he thinks to himself.

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something that gives your muse hope.

character headcanons:

The odd ways nature has the strength to regrow just as a bushfire settles, and everything is burnt to crisp. All it takes is a minuscule amount of rain and sunshine for it to grow a stem, and from that stem a leaf then soon a flower comes to beam at the Sun.

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🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY 🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

The one thing ... there's no particular 'thing' but I've always wanted to say my muse is everything I am not. Yes, some similar integrations have been created but he's someone I want to be in terms of how much he has life together.

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🎹

MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY 🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

Honestly the only one coming to my head is the excessive use of psd to the point where the whole image visually wasn't appealing or easy on the eyes. And when people used to make those small gifs for their muses which had heavy psd on it too. I can't remember anything else.

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🐝  *  ―  𝑭𝑨𝑲𝑬 𝑫𝑨𝑻𝑰𝑵𝑮 𝑺𝑬𝑵𝑻𝑬𝑵𝑪𝑬 𝑺𝑻𝑨𝑹𝑻𝑬𝑹𝑺.

❛  i promised my parents i'd introduce them to my partner the next time they came around ... will you please pretend to be my girlfriend / boyfriend?  ❜ ❛  you can stop pretending, there's no one around anymore.  ❜ ❛  somewhere along the way, my fake feelings became real feelings for you.  ❜ ❛  if you want others to believe we're dating, you'll have to start acting like you at least like me.  ❜ ❛  do you think they believed we're in love?  ❜ ❛  thank you for pretending to be my boyfriend / girlfriend.  ❜ ❛  if you still need a date for tonight, i'm free.  ❜ ❛  they're looking suspicious. quick, kiss me.  ❜ ❛  give me one more stupid pet name and i'll break up with you right here, right now.  ❜ ❛  can you please pretend to be my partner so this asshole will leave me alone?  ❜ ❛  it says couples only ... let's say we're dating and we'll get in.  ❜ ❛  we don't have to kiss, do we?  ❜ ❛  no one's going to buy it unless we actually commit to the act.  ❜ ❛  i'm not comfortable with doing anything more than holding your hand.  ❜ ❛  it feels wrong to lie to everyone like that. why can't we just tell them we're just friends?  ❜ ❛  fake dating you is a lot more fun than i expected.  ❜ ❛  surprisingly, i really enjoy your company. we should do this again sometime.  ❜ ❛  my date bailed on me, can you take their place instead?  ❜ ❛  can we do this again? but maybe this time as an actual date.  ❜ ❛  relax, so far everything went well and no one is suspecting anything yet.  ❜ ❛  i don't think i can fake being in love with you anymore ... because i've fallen in love with you for real. ❜ ❛  the others are going to catch on if you keep sending me death stares.  ❜ ❛  please say you'll do it so they'll finally stop harassing me to find someone.  ❜ ❛  i heard you needed a date tonight, so here i am.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to do anything if you aren't comfortable with it.  ❜ ❛  shouldn't we go over our stories so we don't accidentally tell people two completely different versions of how we met?  ❜ ❛  wow, you almost convinced me you really meant what you were saying.  ❜ ❛  wait, this wasn't part of the act?  ❜ ❛  we're already so close, no one will suspect a thing.  ❜ ❛  okay, but won't we have to explain it when we break up?  ❜ ❛  if you really want to get out of this so bad, you'll have to be the ones to break up with me in front of our friends and family.  ❜ ❛  i couldn't have asked for a better person to be my fake girlfriend / boyfriend.  ❜ ❛  when did your feelings for me become real?  ❜ ❛  how long do we have to keep this up?  ❜ ❛  i don't like lying to people about things like that ... but if it'll make you happy i'll do it.  ❜ ❛  want to help me make my ex jealous?  ❜ ❛  i know this wasn't part of the plan but i think i've caught real feelings for you.  ❜ ❛  you don't have to pretend anymore ... no one's looking anyway.  ❜ ❛  was any of it real or was it all just fake? because it didn't feel fake to me.  ❜ ❛  will you at least hold my hand?  ❜

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MY EXPERIENCE IN THE ROLEPLAYING COMMUNITY * send me a symbol and i'll tell you...

❤️ my first roleplay memory

🍪 my favorite roleplay memory

🌵 my worst roleplay memory

🎁 what platform i started roleplaying on

☎️ my first character i ever roleplayed

🚕 my most embarrassing roleplay moment

🎭 a blog i miss writing with

🏆 how long i've been roleplaying for

🎾 what type of genre of roleplay i prefer to write

🍷 a character i want to write but never made a blog for

🔥 my hot take about the roleplaying community

⭐️ my roleplay pet peeves

🌸 the blog/s that most inspires me

🍄 my favorite original character blog

🐠 why i love (or hate) this hobby

🦄 the best thing that's happened to me in roleplay this year

🦁 my favorite ships

🎹 the worst roleplay trend i ever saw

🚙 the one thing i will never do in roleplay

🛳 my opinions on DNI lists

⛱ my opinions on anon hate

🏛 my opinions on softblocking

🖨 my opinions on callouts

🔑 my favorite type of threads

📫 my favorite type of ships

🖼 my favorite types of characters

📒 three blogs i couldn't live without

🛍 the one thing i wish all of my followers knew about me

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Edgy/misc OC ask meme ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ

Send me a number and an OC, and I'll answer.

What memory would your OC rather just forget?

What's something about your OC that people wouldn't expect just from looking at them?

What is your OC's fatal flaw? Are they aware of this flaw?

When scared, does your OC fight, flee, freeze or fawn?

How far is your OC willing to go to get what they want?

How easily could your OC be convinced to do something that goes against their moral compass?

What's one way your OC has changed since you first came up with them?

Would your OC ostensibly be able to get away with murder?

Do you have a specific lyric or quote which you associate with your OC?

What's an AU that would be interesting to explore with your OC?

What is your OC's weapon of choice? Have they ever actually used it?

Is your OC self-destructive? In what ways?

If you met your OC, would the two of you get along?

How does your OC want to be seen by other characters?

Does your OC have a faceclaim? If so, who?

What is your OC's pain tolerance like?

What is the worst thing you have put your OC through story-wise?

Is your OC more cold and detached or up close and personal?

How does your OC behave when enraged?

Does your OC have a tendency to get jealous? If so, how does this manifest?

Does your OC have any illnesses or disorders? How do they handle it?

What character alignment would you consider your OC to be?

What emotion is the hardest for your OC to process? How about express?

What is an alternative life path your OC might have gone down? How different would their life be if they'd made those decisions?

What is your favorite thing about your OC?

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Hues and Shades

Send in “Hues and Shades” and my muse will tell you what color(s) they associate most with yours.

Ebony :

When Minseo first met Sen, it was through a string of other friends and word of mouth. She presumed he was a playful boy with tendencies to say anything and everything from his mind. It changed when they really met in person, because she felt he oozed of the things she grew up in: of excessive opulence and inherently negative.

Someways, getting to know him became a game. She liked his mysterious presence but gave off radiant attitude that was similar to her own presentations. Nonetheless, she associates him with this color because it's believed to be the shade of luxury and mystery. Civilized. Mature. Intrigues. Pristine.

But, puzzling.

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UNSENT

dear sen,

hey you.

i’ve been sitting here for hours how, trying to put into words what this year with you has meant to me. when jinri first suggested the three of us move in together, i was so hesitant. i was still healing from a breakup, and the thought of opening up to new people terrified me. little did i know that this would turn into one of the most memorable chapters of my life. 

our playful banter, nights where we would drink it away, the shows we’ve devoured together, and that unforgettable trip to france — they’ve all created memories that i will forever hold. i never thought i’d find a friend like so soon after my heartbreak.

but now, as we prepare to move out of our home, honestly… i’m pretty sad. i’ll miss the familiar sound of your laughter, the little quirks i’ve come to notice, and even the things that used to annoy me. but what i’ll miss the most is annoying you. ㅋㅋ

not having you just a room away will feel a bit weird. it’s not just about our shared space, it’s about the comfort and joy your precious you brought into my life. and knowing that i won’t have you to watch bridgeton season 3 with, it feels like a piece of our story is left untold. 

while i’m sad about leaving our home, i’m comforted by the fact that our friendship will continue to grow, no matter where we are.

thank you, sen, for filling this year with mischief and chaos. i’ll cherish the memories we’ve created and i’ll miss you more than words can convey.

love you always, 

yejin.

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rotten blood

The dining table had more life in it than his Father's own eyes. Minhyun could never see beyond them nor predict what he would say or do next, so, he preferred silence most of the time.

The cold marbled table held various types of main and side dishes, a drink personalised according to each person’s taste and the cutlery matched perfectly to the plates they were all eating from except for Minhyun. Distaste filled the insides of his mouth and he was rightfully uncomfortable at the sight of his younger step-brother Dongwoon. The very name he used to mock with a scrawny frame as an eighteen-year-old enunciating the ‘Dong’ more than the ‘woon’ or Ding‘Dong’. This sent the two fighting in a rage which was soon broken apart by the security guards who found no amusement in their pesky arguments. After all, they were just two teenagers and now grown men sitting across from each other, gaze piercing into their souls as if they were undressing each other’s flaws. Dongwoon grimaces as he motions towards the steak he was cutting through rather aggressively, the metal scraping against ceramic raising goosebumps on his skin as he brings the thick piece of meat to his mouth and rips up the flesh from the fork as if to display what he could do to Minhyun. The elder despite being frustrated only smiled with eyes that were as hostile as his Father’s which made the younger straighten his posture in fear, casting a side eye to his Father to make sure he wasn’t being watched.

The two maid’s scurrying footsteps made their way to the table to clear all of the items and replace them with dessert. Their Father smashes into the burnt sugar of the Crème Brûlée one of Minhyun's favourites and something he did not have an appetite for at the moment. Instead, he watched as the old man ate in silence. His spouse missing from the table which was a rare occurrence in the Kim family. Barely any words were exchanged and he wondered why he was called here, meetings like these were always like a bad omen and he took the silence as his cue to leave. He can’t be here too long otherwise the walls will start to close in on him. The feet of the chair scraped against the tiled flooring “Minhyun, I’ve arranged a meeting for Monday. Be there on time.” The loud bang of a spoon crashing against the table is heard and it came from Dongwoon, who got up from his seat and shot a glare at his step-brother and left them. Confused and not curious about what the meeting would be about Minhyun left without uttering another word. When he reached his home he received a message from the same anonymous number he’d been receiving weird messages from for days now and it read: “Watch your back.”