#lxmidae

My Opinion on;

Character in general: I really enjoyed your muse, in all honesty, during our time of interaction. From what I've seen on my dash, an from what I read months ago on your bio, he seems rather intriguing. It's a story I've come to adore, despite the sorrow within. I wouldn't mind seeing more of such a muse, I absolutely adore the way he thinks, the way he sees the world, something you seem to convey well with the way you write an express everything. 

How they play them:  Your writing style is something I find myself envious over, I have no shame in admitting that, I wish I could become a better writer such as yourself. I have a lot more to learn. Just reading through your threads inspires me greatly. 

The Mun: We have not spoken before, at least I do not think, if so I apologize for not recalling it. My memory isn't the best - but I wouldn't mind speaking with you. 

Do I:

RP with them: We have, yes.

Want to RP with them: Always.

What is my;

Overall Opinion: Keep up the great work, I would like to see more of you on my dash, I know I say this a lot but truly I mean it. I adore your muse, your writing is breathtaking, an I hope to see it more and more. 

( lxmidae )

The sound of the cold watch against his wrist is the only thing that reminds him that life is still moving. With the way the city sits deserted and silent, it’s hard to tell that anything’s alive at the moment. His footsteps are quiet, and he’s creeping around like a thief as he ventures closer and closer to his destination. He has one goal in mind, and he’s sure it’ll snag him a spot on the “coolest things mankind has ever done” list. That is, if he doesn’t get caught in the process of doing so. It’s risky, he knows, but that’s precisely why there’s a grin on his face and fire behind his eyes. Jinyoung lives for the thrill, and if this isn’t something thrilling, he’s not sure what is.

He feels almost like a burglar with the way he’s dressed from head to toe in black. On any other day it wouldn’t have made a difference. Black is a common colour in the attire of a growing young man whose life seems to be at a peak; whether a peak of distress or success is debatable. However, today he’s dressed in the blackest of black. The sort of black that reminds you that black holes exist. The sort of black you’ll wear to a funeral. The sort of black he paints walls with when he leaves his name on territory he’s claimed. Yes, that sort of black. The sort of black that’ll prevent him from being seen as he approaches the fence lining the amusement park parking lot.

His eyes scan the area, making sure that no one’s in sight as his fingers curl around the metal wiring. So much effort put into such a feat only because he doesn’t have enough money to actually get into the amusement park when it’s open in the mornings. Plus, this is just so much cooler. He’s staring at the security camera as he taps his fingers against the fence in thought. He’s bound to be caught on tape, but as long as he’s out of there before the police come, he should be good, right? Sirens should be blaring in his head, telling him not to do something so reckless, so stupid. But nothing seems to work. Nothing seems to have such an effect on the male that it keeps him at bay. Nothing except for the halt of a figure near by, footsteps too close for comfort.

❊ I want to roleplay with you ✸ I want to plot with you✦ I like seeing you on my dash♥ *Your choice what to write*”

Meme: Send A ♞ To My Inbox MemeStatus: Accepting; Open

"Did you enjoy yourself last night?"

     █ ▌    Attending these charity balls was something even Holly could never get accustomed to despite her bubbly and outgoing personality. She had been cordially invited, much thanks her to colleagues at the Hospital, to be in attendance with a plus one for a date. It was a event for endorsers, sponsors, and other figures to mix and mingle amongst one another. A sort of social collaboration in order to seek out connections and build relationships in order to form lasting partner ships. This was a rare opportunity for her to even be on the guest list, so she accepted her invitation and sent in a R.S.V.P. to confirm her attendance with a plus one to escort her along.

     █ ▌    As a scientist and a doctor she knew the importance of networking. It wasn’t hard for her to relate and start up a conversations with other people. However, the only down side of going to these types of events meant that there would seldom be anyone near her age. She was only twenty-one year old; the best and the brightest having earned two PhD’s from the Korea Advance Institute of Science and Technology most of them couldn’t even pronounce at the age of seventeen years young. So in order to keep herself entertained with someone around her age she invited a patient, whom she had befriended, while interning at the hospital the ball was for.

     █ ▌    Daehyun was only four years younger than her, but she developed a mutual friendship with him. Holly had met him when he was a patient when she was doing her fellowship and thus their budding acquaintanceship turned into a friendship. Having inviting him as her plus one, she brought — or rather more like dragged — him to come along. Part of her felt bad for making him come against his will, but the other side of her was glad that she did. It had been a long while since the two of them were able to meet up so she wanted to use this chance to play catch up.

     █ ▌    After the evening had ended the two of them parted ways. It wasn’t until the morning after did she wanted to see how he was doing. To hear his thoughts and to see if they could maybe meet up again? Pulling out her iPhone, she quickly typed in a text message before pressing send.

                    ❝Stay the h e l l out of your apartment.                          I'll call you when you can come back.                          I'm putting the final touches on its interior tonight.                                You won't be disappointed, Fuji.   I  p r o m i s e. ❞              

            And so just like that, the dj was kicked out of his own flat. It didn't take too long for his brother to find a place that was perfect for Makoto-- in his opinion that is. He was fussy about the specifics he desired to have in his apartment-- after all, it was going to be his first apartment and was going to be the first thing that was that expensive that he'd have to pay for out of his own pocket. The fresh graduate didn't exactly have financial struggles but he made sure that when he spends money; he spends it wisely. But his frugal ways and business techniques he learned in college proved to have won this battle once again, he managed to get the landlord to lower his rent and security deposit. The pad he bought was small, but it felt cozy. A few things were lacking from it so he coaxed a friend of his brother's to fix up the interior decorations for him while he was busy getting used to his office job. Which explains the situation of him getting kicked out-- the interior designer wanted to surprise him. ❝ I know exactly what you want, ❞ he said.

            After a few minutes of walking around the city aimlessly, the mesmerizing blue and pink fluorescent sign drew him back to the place he found two nights ago. He entered the store, opening both of the large doors before his eyes grew wide, a galaxy of colors lighting up his eyes. Makoto took a deep breath, letting a lump amount of oxygen settle into his lungs before a wide grin graced his features. 

Send me a ❤ if you think I’m quality

          He crossed his legs on the hard ground of the roof on which he had took place, to get a little comfortable as he let his gaze roam over the horizon which slowly faded into a dark shade of grey; slowly dropping into a black which would reveal the beauty of the stars above him. This night he felt light, easy going — his mind actually was sharing a good vibe, this night wasn't gifting him with sleep yet greeting him with a certain calmess he had needed after the days of stressing fights and hauntings.

          Beneath him was this guy walking with nothing but himself, for quiet a time he had noticed the rather nervous being roaming through the same street over and over. Deciding to watch him for the next hours, he didn't notice any progress, not understand why he had been there the whole time, until he seemed to rest there. Was he homeless? a runaway? Nevertheless this image of the young guy lying there had been something which had remind Zelo of himself before he had found the left apartment in a fragile building. Reason enough to jump off the flat roof, not too high to scare him, but high enough to be careful not to fall the wrong way. Pulling up his mask before his feet crashed onto the ground next to the homeless seeming Male, he let his gaze rest on the surprised stranger. "What in the hell are you doing here?"