͏ ͏ ͏ ͏⋆ ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏ℬ𝑒𝑡 ͏ ͏ ͏ ͏.

                        𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝗌𝗁𝗂𝗆𝗆𝖾𝗋   𝗈𝖿   𝗍𝗁𝖾   𝑤𝑎𝑣𝑒𝑠,   𝖾𝖼𝗁𝗈𝖾𝗌   𝗅𝗂𝗄𝖾   𝗈𝗎𝗋   𝑑𝑟𝑒𝑎𝑚𝑠   ;

꒰   track   ﹕   01.      ⋆⠀⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀⠀𝒫𝖤𝖱𝖨𝖶𝖨𝖭𝖪𝖫𝖠𝖨𝖱𝖤   !    this   is   a   mutuals   only,   multi-muse   &   private   space   written   with   love   by   indy.      ✿  

꒰   track   ﹕   02.      ⋆⠀⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀⠀this   space   is   private   and   selective,   single-muse   roleplay   blog   with   medium   to   low   activity.   please   do   not   follow   first.   25+.   gmt+8.   she/they.  

꒰   disclaimer      ⋆⠀⠀⠀﹕⠀⠀⠀this   blog   is   now    a   sideblog.   old   mutuals   are   still   welcome   to   interact,   but   please   keep   in   mind   that   i   will   be   a   bit   selective   when   it   comes   to   who   i   will   follow   back   on   my   main   blog.   this   is   mostly   to   help   me   keep   track   of   my   writing   partners   and   hopefully   encourage   me   to   be   more   active   here.

                                      ✿  ͏͏۬͏ ͏     ▸     ℛ𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝓁𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔    ﹕   

                                  peri   is   far   too   tired,   and   far   too   drunk,   to   put   up   much   of   a   fight.   not   that   mia   is   asking   for   anything   unreasonable.   all   she   has   to   do   is   hold   on.   so   she   does.   her   arms   slowly   tighten   around   mia’s   shoulders   as   the   other   effortlessly   lifts   her   onto   her   back.   mia’s   arms   settle   beneath   her   thighs   while   peri’s   legs   instinctively   wrap   around   her   waist,   securing   herself   before   allowing   her   entire   weight   to   sink   against   her.   a   quiet   sigh   escapes   her.   she   rests   her   cheek   against   mia’s   head   as   they   begin   walking.   she   knows   this   can’t   be   easy.   even   if   mia   insists   she’s   fine,   carrying   another   person   is   still   carrying   another   person.   so   peri   does   her   best   to   stay   perfectly   still,   careful   not   to   shift   around   and   make   herself   any   heavier   than   she   already   is.   the   only   movement   she   allows   is   a   slow,   weak   shake   of   her   head,   mostly   to   keep   the   nausea   from   getting   any   worse.   being   carried   like   this   is   making   her   stomach   churn,   and   she’s   desperately   trying   to   convince   herself   not   to   throw   up.   “   ...did   not,   ”   she   mumbles   quietly,   barely   above   a   whisper.   she   pauses,   swallowing   hard   as   another   wave   of   nausea   creeps   up   her   throat.   “   will   throw   up...   at   my   house.   ”   because   if   she’s   going   to   throw   up,   she’d   much   rather   do   it   in   the   privacy   of   her   own   bathroom   than   right   here   in   the   middle   of   the   street.

(   ✱   )   new   incoming   message   !   from   peri   →   jiyoo   🖤 delivered   :   11:40   pm   ✓

[   💌   →   jiyoo   🖤   ]   jesus… girl   😭 [   💌   →   jiyoo   🖤   ]   okay   i’m   on   my   way!!

ten   minutes   later…

(   ✱   )   new   incoming   message   !   from   peri   →   kaipie 🥧 delivered   :   12:20   pm   ✓

                                      ✿  ͏͏۬͏ ͏     ▸     ℛ𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝓁𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔    ﹕   

                                  on   her   free   time,   which   mostly   falls   on   weekends   or   whenever   work   sends   her   to   art   conventions,   this   is   exactly   what   peri   loves   doing.   looking   at   other   people’s   art.   finding   beauty   in   it.   finding   meaning   in   it.   there’s   something   incredibly   relaxing   about   standing   in   front   of   a   piece   that   someone   else   poured   their   heart   into   and   wondering   what   she   can   take   away   from   it.   what   can   i   do   to   improve   this   in   my   own   style?   it’s   never   about   copying.   it’s   about   learning.   seeing   how   other   artists   interpret   the   world   always   reminds   her   that   there   are   countless   ways   to   tell   the   same   story.   it’s   especially   comforting   during   the   days   when   art   block   refuses   to   leave   her   alone   and   nothing   she   creates   feels   beautiful   enough.   those   are   the   moments   that   remind   her   why   she   fell   in   love   with   creating   in   the   first   place.   so   even   something   as   simple   as   jay’s   painting   feels   inspiring   to   her.

                                  his   question,   however,   draws   a   long   sigh   from   her.   the   moment   he   asks   about   work,   the   weight   of   reality   settles   back   onto   her   shoulders.   it’s   exhausting   just   thinking   about   it.   the   project   she’s   been   working   on   lately   has   occupied   so   much   of   her   mind   that   even   on   a   weekend,   when   she’s   supposed   to   be   resting,   she   can’t   stop   thinking   about   deadlines   and   unfinished   work.   it   almost   feels   wrong   to   be   relaxing   when   she   knows   there’s   a   mountain   of   tasks   waiting   for   her   the   second   she   gets   home.   “   yeah,   ”   she   admits   with   a   tired   smile.   “   i’m   creating   this   campaign   for   a   really   popular   brand,   and   they   gave   me   a   ridiculously   tight   deadline.   ”   she   lets   out   another   sigh,   rubbing   the   back   of   her   neck   absentmindedly.   “   i   genuinely   feel   sick   because   of   it.   ”   a   small   laugh   slips   out,   though   there’s   very   little   humor   behind   it.   “   just   thinking   about   it   makes   me   want   to   cry…   ”   her   shoulders   slump.   “   …and   grab   my   laptop   so   i   can   keep   working.   ”

                                      ✿  ͏͏۬͏ ͏     ▸     ℛ𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝓁𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔    ﹕   

                                  peri   pauses   to   think   about   it   for   a   moment   before   slowly   nodding   in   agreement   with   hana’s   comparison.   to   be   honest,   she   has   never   actually   played   simcity.   she’s   only   familiar   with   it   because   of   the   countless   ads   that   pop   up   whenever   she’s   scrolling   through   social   media.   from   what   she   understands,   it’s   all   about   building   a   city   from   the   ground   up.   “   yes,   ”   she   says   with   another   nod.   “   something   like   that,   i   think.   i   don’t   really   play   simcity.   that’s   a   mobile   game,   right?   ”   she   smiles   sheepishly.   “   i   only   play   a   few   mobile   games,   and   it’s   mostly   just   bitlife,   puzzle   games,   or   cozy   games.   ”   truthfully,   she   tries   her   best   to   stay   away   from   idle   games.   they’re   dangerous.   not   because   they’re   difficult,   but   because   they’re   far   too   good   at   convincing   people   to   spend   money.   sure,   the   in-app   purchases   always   seem   cheap   at   first,   but   after   buying   one   thing   after   another,   those   little   purchases   eventually   pile   up   into   a   bill   she’d   rather   not   think   about.

                                  but   going   back   to   cities:   skylines.   a   laugh   slips   past   her   lips.   “   it’s   honestly   a   stressful   game.   ”   she   shakes   her   head   before   continuing.   “   of   course,   you   know   me.   i   always   make   my   life   easier   with   mods.   ”   there’s   no   shame   in   admitting   it   either.   “   so   i   just   turn   on   the   unlimited   money.   that   way,   i   can   save   my   city   without   worrying   about   going   bankrupt.   if   my   sewage   system   gets   completely   messed   up,   i   can   immediately   build   whatever   i   need   to   fix   it.   same   thing   whenever   a   natural   disaster   happens.   ”   she   gestures   animatedly   while   explaining,   clearly   getting   more   excited   the   longer   she   talks.   “   i’ve   heard   they   even   have   tsunamis   in   the   game,   although   i’ve   never   actually   experienced   one   myself.   ”   she   laughs   again,   remembering   something.   “   i   did   watch   my   friend’s   entire   city   get   buried   underwater,   though.   so   yeah...   it’s   definitely   real.   ”   

                                  by   then,   they’ve   reached   the   crosswalk   and   come   to   a   stop,   waiting   for   the   pedestrian   signal   to   change.   while   they   wait,   peri   considers   hana’s   question.   there   are   a   lot   of   games   that   make   her   feel   nostalgic.   harvest   moon   immediately   comes   to   mind.   she   practically   grew   up   playing   it.   but   if   she   had   to   choose   just   one…   “   pokémon,   ”   she   answers   without   hesitation.   “   like   the   ones   we   used   to   play   on   the   nintendo   game   boy.   ”   a   fond   smile   spreads   across   her   face.   “   god,   i   miss   playing   those   games   so   much.   i   even   miss   holding   an   actual   game   boy.   ”   she   lets   out   a   small   laugh.   “   now   i   just   play   everything   through   an   emulator.   ”   peri   glances   over   at   hana,   remembering   how   much   she   loves   cozy   games.   “   oh!   ”   she   says,   snapping   her   fingers   as   another   question   pops   into   her   head.   “   have   you   tried   playing   the   new   game,   paralives?   ”

                                      ✿  ͏͏۬͏ ͏     ▸     ℛ𝑒𝑐𝑜𝑟𝑑 𝑝𝓁𝑎𝑦𝑖𝑛𝑔    ﹕   

                                  peri   honestly   wishes   she   had   paid   more   attention   to   movies   about   aliens   and   outer   space   growing   up.   as   a   kid,   she   had   been   far   too   obsessed   with   witches,   wizards,   and   magical   worlds   to   care   much   about   spaceships   or   galactic   adventures.   she   almost   feels   a   little   bad   that   she   can't   share   that   same   excitement   with   damien   whenever   he   brings   up   star   wars   or   anything   remotely   space-related.   still,   she's   finding   other   ways   to   connect   with   him.   her   eyes   narrow   suspiciously   at   him   for   a   second   before   she   lets   out   a   giggle   and   shakes   her   head.   honestly,   she   still   can't   tell   if   he's   an   incredible   liar   or   if   he's   actually   telling   the   truth   about   being   sarcastic.

                                  “   see!   ”   she   says,   pointing   at   him   accusingly.   “   you   literally   compared   drawings   and   bringing   paintings   to   life   to   deities.   how   am   i   supposed   to   take   your   word   seriously?   ”   despite   the   complaint,   the   smile   on   her   face   never   disappears.   when   he   suggests   grabbing   coffee   while   they   paint,   her   entire   expression   brightens.   “   i   would   love   that,   ”   she   says   without   missing   a   beat,   nodding   enthusiastically.   “   as   long   as   it's   you   brewing   the   coffee   and   not   me.   ”   the   thought   alone   makes   her   laugh.   she's   much   more   confident   with   a   paintbrush   than   she   is   with   coffee   beans.

                                  when   damien   insists   on   paying   for   all   of   their   art   supplies,   peri   opens   her   mouth   to   argue,   only   to   realize   there's   absolutely   no   changing   his   mind.   with   a   dramatic   sigh   of   defeat,   she   gives   up   and   starts   helping   him   place   everything   on   the   counter   instead.   “   well,   if   you   insist,   ”   she   says,   smiling   up   at   him.   “   who   am   i   to   stop   you?   ”   she   watches   the   cashier   ring   everything   up   before   turning   back   to   him.   “   thank   you,   though.   ”   her   smile   softens   into   something   more   genuine.   “   now   how   am   i   supposed   to   repay   you?   i   can't   just   stand   here   and   let   you   get   away   with   a   free   pass.   ”

                                  a   little   while   later,   once   they're   done   shopping,   they   leave   the   store   side   by   side,   each   carrying   a   bag   of   fresh   art   supplies.   peri   steals   a   glance   at   him   before   looking   ahead   again,   humming   thoughtfully   as   she   considers   his   question.   “   not   that   i   can   think   of,   ”   she   admits   after   a   moment.   “   but   i'm   sure   if   something   does   come   up,   we   always   have   those   delivery   apps   we   can   use.   ”