#complexitics

honestly like ... i enjoy people with a balance for how they play their muses. like blogs that take themselves too seriously i’m like ... well i’m stupid and so are half of my muses so you’re in for a NOT fun ride, but i also dislike “lazy” rpers, people who don’t have set muses and don’t really care about anything it’s like ... i need a Me level dumbass, someone who loves their muses a lot but can also have fun with them. idk i think rp is supposed to be fun and i like putting in effort but not too much bc then it’s less fun. :)

i also like when muns are really passionate about their characters and care so deeply about them, instead of just like “yep, yeah that’s them ig” it just helps me connect a bit more dsnfdsh

        It’s quite a routine for Kihyun to work on his music after midnight instead of catching some sleep like others do. Perhaps if he could get into a decent slumber without any nightmares, he too would crawl into bed at an acceptable hour. However, after a few nights of barely getting enough sleep, it’s bound to happen that his body reaches a point of exhaustion where he’s unable to stay awake, which gets him to now — eyelids fluttering open as a confusion facial expression takes over. His eyes scan the room and it takes him a moment before he realises he’s still at the other’s place. “Oh shit, I fell asleep.” He comments, a slight frown forming between his brows as he exhales deeply through his nose. “You should’ve woken me up.” He continues, eyes shifting over to the clock, only to see it’s barely four in the afternoon.

“I don’t think it’s too much to ask for a little happy ever after.” Karin shrugs, blinking as she pushes her hair back. “It’s not a bad thing to want happiness.”

this was a little ridiculous. hayoon lived in a two-bedroom apartment with three other girls, and somehow none of them were around to let her in. and she didn’t really have anything else she could do except sit on the floor in the hallway, lean against the wall by her door, and try repeatedly to get in touch with one of her roommates. “damn it,” she complained quietly when yet another call when to voice mail.