#ignitvs

            「 There was always a thrill to doing what you knew you shouldn’t. A sense of excitement drawn from the fear of being caught. Perhaps it was the feeling of being in constant danger, or of self accomplishment when you succeeded that tempted people to do these things. For Joohui, all of these things were true. Being assigned to something is a big responsibility, and Joohui isn’t particularly good with those things. And yet here she is, looking over four cats. Technically, she was looking over them minutes ago, now she’s on the brink of a social experiment. Boredom, one could say, would be the cause of this sudden thought, and the freedom to do what she wants because the male she’s expecting hasn’t  arrived yet Of course, she needs information before she does anything that could possibly cause the death of her cat, so she scrolled through her phone to look up information about catnips. Given to the right cat, catnip can cause an amazing reaction…-the cat will rub it, roll over it, kick at it, and generally go nuts for several minutes... That should be enough for a research. She left a reasonable amount of the said mint on the floor where one of them was laying down, her arms around her knees as she hugs them near her chest, watching the cat move and sniff the catnip. 」

 ❝ To the cat gods and goddess, please forgive me for this-- ..was that the buzzer? -- Be right there! ❞

Send a “♪” for the Muse to sing part of a song the Mun has recently listened to. + not accepting!

Evil Twin - Arctic Monkeys ( x )

                                      “You’ve never met before                                           But still she greets you like a long lost rock and roll                                            She’s definitely one of those                                            But you’ll go wherever she goes… ”

Not a single lost soul dared to be on the streets at that time, and with those horrendous weather conditions— it was late at night, perhaps somewhere between 1 and 2AM, and it was oddly cold for spring, the wind blowing on Joonmyeon’s face and making the tip of his nose freeze. The male was leaving his workplace while humming to one of his favorite band’s song, an attempt of keeping himself simultaneously distracted and awake. If he began thinking too much, he would probably become afraid of the dark streets of Seoul— maybe they weren’t as safe as the ones in Rome. 

There was this one man sitting on the sidewalk, phone in hands, waiting at the bus stop when the chef arrived there, still humming the Arctic Monkeys’ song, not realizing how awful that must have sounded to the stranger. The other’s glare at him made him remember how untalented he was for singing, though. “… I’m sorry, man—”, he apologized, bowing awkwardly, a faint smile on his lips. 

After that, the ambient became dead silent. 

Caranthir: Do you have a temper, and has it ever gotten you into trouble?

- Upon being asked the question, Sehun simply pauses before swiping his tongue distractedly over his lower lip. He doesn’t ever remember snapping before, always having been quite mellow aside from one or two occasionally outbreaks over small matters.

“No, I don’t really. Having a temper seems tiresome, and pointless.”

Beren: Will you do anything for love?

Illness Themed RP Starters:

Harumi was out studying at the library near her apartment until closing time. She only left when the librarian had kindly asked her to leave and rest up at home. She was always there, so she became acquainted with the librarian. She gathered her belongings and was in search of her bodyguard, but he was not around. It was because she had previously told him to wait outside because she did not want him to bother her while she was studying. 

She bowed at the librarian and left before she would say anything stupid to her. The brunette was prone to say something hurtful and rude, so it was wise of her to leave quickly. She found herself in a cafe after wandering on the streets for nth minutes. She sat herself in a booth and retrieved her books from her bag to place them on the table. The cafe was filled with beautiful piano music which was to her liking. Soft and soothing, just how she liked it. She studied while a waiter carefully placed her coffee on the table in which she returned a simple thank you. 

Her eyes began to feel drowsy and she sooner or later she rested her head gently on her arms on top of the table. She fell asleep to the gentle music and was then awoken by a voice. 

                                                  “Come on, at least sleep in a bed.” The voice said.

"—just a fairytale?” There was shock evident in his tone, clearly not agreeing with her words. “It is indeed rare to find, but you know… you can’t go looking for it. Love isn’t something you can justfind… You have to be patient and wait for it to find you.” He didn’t even realize how cliche that was until the words left his mouth. He, personally, didn’t believe in love all too much anymore, especially after his past experience with it, with several heartbreaks. But still, he knew it real. Real, and not easy to find. “Sometimes it always isn’t the best kind love, but I mean, as long as you’er willing to give it a few tries, you might be lucky enough to find the best kind of love. One that lasts forever… One that’s true.”

( Peek into my character’s past! ) 

€ for a bad memory that still haunts them.

                                  “… I’m gay. ” 

    His words lack complexity and young Connor, still quite ungainly from his latest growth spurt, shifts the weight in his feet— teetering anxiously. His lips are tugged into a nervous smile, having to blow away the fringe that falls into his eyes as he rocks from his toes and back. Albeit the stretch of his lips weakens as his parents remain silent. His mother lounges elegantly on the couch, his step father beside her. Their expressions are dangerously empty. 

     That is until his mother stands, clicking on heels her way around the coffee table to Connor. His teetering ceases. She smiles, tight-lipped and young Connor can’t help but note the lipstick on her teeth. “Oh, Connor..” Stretching her arms, he’s pulled into a reluctant hug— swimming in the scent of stale cigarettes. Not soon enough, and his mother pulls away, manicured fingers framing his cheeks. 

     ”I'm very glad you’ve told us, dear.” The woman coos softly, before her lips press into a thin line. “But—" His mother’s eyes turn to steel in a look Connor doubts he’ll forget.

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