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Irene rolled her eyes at his statement, deciding to dismiss the matter with just that; it wasn’t a topic that she’d like to discuss any further. The young woman would like to think that she couldn’t care less about her father; and at the same time, she’s a prideful person. Even if her so called “daddy issues” existed, she wouldn’t admit it; especially not in the face of some one she’s just met. 

If there’s one thing Irene has learned from quietly observing her surroundings, it’s how to fairly accurately read people. It’s not difficult to see the man wasn’t at all interested in anything that she was saying - this was off putting for the young woman. Suddenly, the situation became so much more awkward for her. Tapping her the dining table as she listened to the man, she silently wished her food would arrive sooner so she could leave. 

It wasn’t until she was asked another question that Irene spoke again. “Business Admin,” she kept her answer short this time, and it was only half true. Technically speaking, the student was studying computer science at her home university, but her focus was more on the business side of the spectrum. When she was applying for study abroad, however, Yonsei did not have courses that accommodated her major perfectly. So Irene opted to take some of her required business classes at the Korean university instead. But, these were details that her new acquaintance did not need to know.

“So you’re a girl with daddy issues.” Such a conclusion is made easily and with certainty. She answers with more than I had expected but I hadn’t expected much to begin with. For a girl who seemed as if she not wanted to talk, with her headphones over her ears, she talks a lot. I zone out halfway through her monologue, nodding my head at random intervals and a murmur of acknowledgement. It works well up until the point where she aims a question in my direction. “Yonsei?” It takes me a while to decipher her through her accent and my inattentiveness. “No, I don’t. My sister does though. Maybe you’ve seen her.” The thing is though, my sister and I look nothing alike. “I went to SNU.” Past tense. “I graduated last year. What do you study?” 

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Sickness/illness/injury starter memes - send me one, see how my muse reacts.

Mixture of muses being the sick one.

“Will you take me to the doctors?”

“You don’t look so good.”

“You’re burning up!”

“I think I have a fever.”

“You should really get that checked out a some point.”

“I think I need to lay down.”

“My head is killing.”

“You’ve gone as pale as a ghost.”

“I think I’m going to throw up.”

“I didn’t get much sleep last night.”

“Maybe you have a virus.”

“Come on, let’s get you to bed.”

“I’ll look after you, don’t worry.”

“I haven’t eaten in days — I can’t keep it down.”

“Maybe I should take you to the emergency room.”

“Are you sure you’re feeling well?”

“I really don’t feel too good right now.”

“I hope it’s not contagious - don’t breathe on me!”

“Trust you to get sick on a Saturday.”

“It’s just a headache, I’ll be fine.”

“As long as they don’t want to give me shots I’ll go see a doctor.”

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Make my muse moan. Be it anonymous or otherwise, send me something to break their silence with pleasure.

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matching length does not bother me one bit. but matched enthusiasm and commitment is desired. if you have no muse for the thread then please drop it rather then give me a reply with no love or feeling or thought.

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Long has the sun been up; its rays seeping through the drapes of Irene’s bedroom. Normally around this time of the day, she would be found running in between her classes or hiding in some secluded area to nap, but today was special – it was the weekend. As hardworking of a student she was, Irene enjoyed spending most of those two days sleeping and lazing around in her apartment; after all, it’s the only time when she is truly able to be on her own. So when the sound of her phone broke the quiet of her room, waking her from her slumber, the young woman couldn’t help but groan in annoyance. Pulling her covers over her head, Irene remained in bed briefly before reaching out for the source of disturbance. Under the warmth of her blankets still, she tapped at the screen of her device, squinting her eyes to get a better view of the words on display.

[ ✉ message sent: skyler wu ] no, i was busy sleeping….until you woke me up. you owe me brunch now.

Growing up, Irene did not have many friends but Skyler Wu became a name that has become very familiar. When Irene was in Korea, her step brother was charged with pampering and teasing her, but when she was in the States,those duties were Skyler’s and he remained one of the only people from her childhood she still talked to. Although, this had not been the case until a few months ago. Because the girl had relocated to Korea seven years before, the two had long lost contact. Even when she travelled back to San Francisco to complete her final two years of high school, Irene did not think to contact the older male. As fated permitted, however, the pair crossed paths once again when she’d arrive in her homeland months earlier. While they spent hours catching upon each other’s lives upon reuniting, they haven’t spoken since. Though Irene would very much like to waste her day away, it really was about time that she saw her “favorite oppa” again.

sky x joohyun.

It’s not everyday that Skyler spare his free-time to clean up his room, but since he thought his room looks messy enough (and Jason’s toys being spread across his bedroom randomly) he decides to clean up his room. He knew he could’ve hired a maid to do this, but he doesn’t like that, he prefers to do it himself. After all, he’s got some privacy in his bedroom and he doesn’t want anyone to abuse his privacy (except the seventeen months old boy, that is.) He began throwing the colorful legos into the paper box, silently thanking God that the little one was asleep - or else the legos might not be able to stay inside the paper box. He sighed as he closed the lid, kicking the box near the door and he goes to his desk, picking up the sketches he had drawn so far, straightening the papers and decided to put them in the drawer.

After placing away the pencils, and the other stuffs that’s on his desk, he sighed and sat down on the leather seat; taking a moment to rest himself, from the corner of his eye, he noticed a picture displayed on the desk - it was framed on a childish hello kitty frame. He straightened his back and took the picture, wiping the dust on the glass frame with his thumb whilst gazing at the picture. There stood the five year old Skyler, with a shorter female beside him, clinging on his arm – that caused the corners of his lips to tug on a small smile. “How long has it been since we spend time together?” he thought as his gaze was fixed on the picture, trying to recall the last time the two hung out. .

Joohyun, or Irene as she likes to be called (he remembers how she stomps on her foot with an annoying a cute whine each time he calls her Joohyun) is his mother’s bestfriend’s daughter whom he was introduced to back when he was five years old. Skyler thinks Joohyun is his bestfriend, although the two didn’t play together often and the fact that the two aren’t even on the same age– they surprisingly got along well. Now that he thinks about that, it’s been months since he last contacted and hung out with the female, seeing her picture today, somehow makes him miss her and her constant whining about anything that annoys her that day. Teeth sinking on his lower lip, he placed the picture back on the place before taking his phone, tapping on her contact to send her a text.

[text: joohyun] Hey shortie, are you busy studying? [text: joohyun] if you are, well, you know- I learned that studying too much won't be good either for you.. so spare your time for your favorite oppa and let's hang out.

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30 Uncommon Character Development Questions ( send me a number )

What position does your character sleep in? ( i.e; stomach, side, back, etc. ) Describe why they do this — optional.

Does your character have any noteworthy features? Freckles? Dimples? A scar somewhere unusual? etc.

Does your character have an accent? What does it sound like?

Do they have any verbal tics? Do they have trouble pronouncing certain words or getting their thoughts across clearly?

What are their chief tension areas? 

If you were to pick one song — and only one song — to describe your character, what would it be and why?

How does your character perceive themselves? Positive? Negative? Neutral?

Are they a quick thinker or do they need time to sort through their thoughts?

Does your character dream or are their nights filled with an empty blackness? Describe a dream they’ve had or a night they couldn’t sleep and what they did to preoccupy their time.

If they had a choice, would they prefer a subway or a bus for public transportation?

What do they think of creation? Do they believe in evolution or do they believe in God? What is their religion like?

Describe 5 unusual characteristics your muse has.

Have they ever been so overwhelmed they had to stop and take a break from something? 

Are they a team player or do they prefer to be solo?

Can they multi-task or must they focus on one subject at a time?

What are their best school subjects? What are their worst? List five of each.

Is your character an introvert or an extrovert? How do they handle big crowds of people?

Are they a leader, do they prefer to follow, or would they rather just stay on the sidelines altogether?

If your character was suddenly challenged, would they rather run away or stay and fight?

If your character was allowed to murder one person without any consequences, who would that person be and why?

Your character has been granted 3 wishes; what would they wish for and why?

Does your character trust people right off the bat or does it take them some time to warm up to someone?

Do they prefer romance or affection? What is the quickest way to your character’s heart?

Does your character have any enemies? If so, who and why?

Do they have any weird bedroom habits? Any unusual kinks?

How does your character prepare for bed? Do they sleep at all or can they stay awake for days on end without trouble?

If your character had one thing to say to their parents before they died, what would it be?

Are they afraid of death? Do they have any regrets?

Does your character get restless when things are too quiet or do they favour solitude and silence? Why?

Finally; if your character was forced to eat one thing for the rest of their life, what would they choose and why?

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“My mother loved this color - in fact, it was her idea. My father,” she paused, fiddling with the tips of her hair as she spoke, ”not so much.” Irene had always been his model child growing up and he’d taken her choice to bleach her hair as a sign of “rebellion”. A devious smile crept onto Irene’s lips as she recalled the look on his face when he’d welcome her at the airport months earlier. Oddly enough, she found a sense of satisfaction and thrill going against her father’s wishes. Reaching for the glass of water at the edge of the table, she took a sip of the beverage to quench her thirst before continuing. “I was born here in Seoul, but spent half my lifetime in the States. My father was very insistent on my coming back for university, at least for a year,” she scoffed. Irene pursed her lips and began to idly draw circles across the wooden surface of the table, exhaling a puff of air through her nostrils as she does. This stranger was starting to touch on topics that she’d much rather not talk about at the moment - the younger woman had spent a good two hours sweating her problems away and she wasn’t about let her efforts go to waste. Glancing up at her new acquaintance with another polite smile, she shifted the direction of their conversation, “do you go to Yonsei? You look awfully familiar but I can’t seem to remember where I’ve seen you.”

“I think your parents must have been very shocked.” Her eyebrows are so light that they fade into her skin. I would not even be able to tell that she’s raised them if it were not for the fact that her eyes widen in conjunction. She had said very little with very little recognition that I had been joking. The nuances of language are lost upon someone who is clearly not a native speaker with the way she awkwardly pronounces certain sounds and certain syllables. “You’re from here, are you? Are you here on holiday or something? By yourself?” 

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Send a # and my muse will talk about the mun

What drink did the mun have last?

Does your mun drink too much?

What do you think about your mun’s significant other or their crush?

What do you think about your mun’s friends?

What do you think about your mun’s shopping habits?

Is your mun a nice person?

Do you like your mun?

What’s your favorite thing about your mun?

What’s your least favorite thing about your mun?

Do you get jealous if your mun has other muses?

What do you think of your mun’s style?

What do you think about your mun’s music?

What do you think about your mun’s favorite TV show?

Do you think your mun would survive a zombie apocalypse?

What was the last thing your mun lied about?

What’s your mun’s favorite thread?

What do you think of your mun’s family?

What was the last movie your mun watched and did you like it?

What do you think about your mun’s sense of humor?

What is something you think your mun could change about themselves?

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Reblog this post if you rp on aim and are interested in starting up some new interactions for your muse.

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Send me a ☒ and I'll randomly generate a number from 1-50 to see which text my muse will send to yours (it's a mixed bag, so proceed with caution)

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The bell chimes as the front door to the shop opens. The small furniture shop has a faint scent of flowers, though befouled with dust. Here comes a new customer, which then meets eyes with a young gentleman who’s leaning against a quaint glass cabinet, jewelry and gemstones lined up neatly inside it. The thick book held by the gentleman was put aside as he approaches. It suddenly feels eerie in the shop as the bell keeps ringing faintly, and upon realizing the furnace has distinctive designs that remind the customer of witchcraft, dark and antique; the young man grins as if sensing the shiver that ran up their spine. His smile impish and ambivalent as he scans the customer, simply je ne sais quioi, but really was welcoming.

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Let’s play “yes” or “no.” You ask me questions on anonymous or not, and I can only answer YES or NO.

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WHY YOUR SIGN CRIES

Aries: They feel overwhelmed, dominated, or controlled. They like having the ability to do things for themselves and controlling their lives, and hate when other people take the reins.

Taurus: It takes a lot to make a Taurus cry, so when they cry, it's over a death, a nasty breakup, but betrayal is what really gets the tears flowing.

Gemini: They often to cry of manipulate the situation in their favor, but the genuine tears come out when they struggle with themselves, they always have a raging war inside of them.

Cancer: Hating wearing their heart on their sleeves, but sometimes failing, Cancers cry over little things. Large things might cause them to lash out, only to end in tears later.

Leo: When they don't get their way, when they feel restricted, or betrayed. Among the most loyal of the signs, Leo expects nothing else from the rest of the world.

Virgo: Often in the pursuit of perfection, Virgos cry when they feel useless or not good enough. They're often overwhelmed, and their minds are always screaming, they never have a moment of peace.

Libra: Librans cry over many things. They cry when they feel insulted, when they feel something isn't fair, but they quickly recover.

Scorpio: When Scorpio cries, no one will know. They will shed tears in private, and it will be over a large matter - a nasty breakup, rejection, or death.

Sagittarius: Ever the optimist, Sagittarius cries quickly and briefly, it takes a lot to affect them, such as a death of a loved one, or restriction of freedom.

Capricorn: Living with the weight of the world on your shoulder takes a toll on Capricorns. They cry when they're under pressure or extremely stressed out.

Aquarius: Humanitarians till the very end, Aquas cry for the rest of the world. They feel everyone's pain, even if they pretend not to.

Pisces: Sensitive and reactive, Pisces cry over simple things and are unafraid to show their emotions.