is this copy paste? more likely than you think. alright, y’all. seeing as we’re nearing december and i want to make some room for new threads/development, i’ll be dropping some past event threads! however, if you want to end it them with a reply (or even continue it, especially if you feel like it’s to develop your character) then don’t be afraid to hit me up. i’ll also be making a plot call soon 🤡 for now, here’s an overview!

ZIMZALABIM!      new update.

sihomsu​:

bitter.

“theatre,” kirby answers after a bit of a pause. because there are a lot of things she’s good at, obviously. as the captain, dance is what she’s known for — but she also has a great voice and a talent for acting. kirby’s a great all-rounder, so why would she pick one thing? (she’s also quite talented at self-praise, thank you very much). but before she explains her answer, there’s something else she’s curious about. “tell me again, why are we acting as if you’ve never heard any of this before?” she doesn’t mind talking about herself, but she does want to know why siho’s intent on writing it down. “did you become a columnist for the newspaper, are you looking to write a piece on me because i’m the best and most interesting person you know?” but then, after a rather suspicious look: “you’re not signing me up for no.9, are you? i told you, i bet there’s only creeps on there.”

msucallie​:

a pick me up

“actually, m’am, i’m here waiting for my bestie to show up,” her answer is as polite as can be, as if kirby’s actually talking to a stranger instead of the aforementioned best friend. she’s a drama major — of course she has to take advantage of the situation presented. she’s sighing noisily, ever the actress. “she’s not here yet, but i’m sure she’ll be here very shortly. i can only hope she hasn’t forgotten about our plans because she’s with one of her many boyfriends, again.” she’s the one teasing now, considering callie’s right there. tucking some hair behind her ear, she schools her expression into a surprised one the minute callie’s little act drops. “oh — there you are! didn’t see you there.” the smile on her face tells a different story, obviously. but she’s shaking her head, looking back at all the treats. “i haven’t, i only got here about a minute ago and i can’t decide. pick something for me before i lose all sanity, calliope.”

msuxander​:

inconvenient ;

potions, the bane of her existence — but a necessary evil, unfortunately. oh, and speaking of (un)necessary evils. it hadn’t even registered to kirby that xander’s here until he turned around to face her, though that would explain her lack of a seat buddy. “of course i do,” there’s a pause where she’s simply looking at xander, as if that’s the end of the interaction. as if she’s saying, ’yes, i do have a pen, and you can use it, but who said i’m actually giving it to you’? but then she’s smiling, turning her pen around in a silent offer for him to take it. wouldn’t that leave her without one? yes, but she’ll grab another for herself, it’s not that big of a deal.

because she has plenty, considering she’s the one who’s been taking his pens in the first place. the one she’s giving back to him now is one, except it’s such a common design he’ll probably not think too much of it.

here’s the thing about kirby and her relationship with xander: she doesn’t exactly like him. better said, she’s not a fan of his behavior and she’s never been afraid to let him know, so she’s sure he’s aware. but maybe that’s why he doesn’t seem too fussed by it: isn’t it more entertaining to interact with people who see you for who you are, rather than who you’ve presented to them? of course, she’s sure there’s more to him than meets the eye — but none of it seems particularly good. she can’t quite understand how he’s managed to ‘charm’ anyone into thinking he’s not total hot garbage, but at least he doesn’t try to keep up the facade with her. at least not as blatantly.

so if she can have her fun with him and get away with it, why not?

the pen’s still dangling from in-between her fingers, offering it up to him. the minute he’s reaching out for it, however, she’s leaning in, her hand uninvitedly sliding through xander’s hair to grab a hold of it. “you need a haircut,” is her explanation for the sudden lack of personal space, eyeing said hair. “another inch and you’ll start looking — how do the muggles call it? — emo.” kirby lets go of him, in case he’s thinking of hexing her right there in her seat. she’s not too bothered, though. he wouldn’t in class. “i can give you one.” it’s proposed so kindly, but. of course there’s a storm brewing behind that smile of hers.

little lies

“keep your eyes closed,” she’s fussing. “i don’t want to poke one out!” so yeah. when ahri asked her to do a stream together, kirby hadn’t expected them to end up like this: with her basically sitting in ahri’s lap, legs straddling her thighs. one hand’s cupped around ahri’s face to hold it still as kirby wet her lips — in concentration, of course,because she’s drawing a perfect wing on ahri’s lids with the eyeliner in her other hand. to be fair, this isn’t how they’d started the stream, so there’s that.

they’d decided to surprise the viewers on ahri’s flootube channel with a duet, kirby trading in her beloved bass for a guitar as they sang some kind of lovesick ballad. of course the comments started to flood in after that, demanding them to keep the stream going and to try out different things once their throats were raw from the high notes. considering she loves spending time with ahri, and certainly doesn’t mind gaining her own fanbase while leeching off of someone elses, kirby had no qualms about sticking around. and that’s how they ended up like this, participating in some kind of make-up challenge that’s been going around.

“okay, there. perfect. alright, back to the Q & A,” because they’d been doing that as well. answering the viewers’ (mostly ridiculous and incredibly personal) questions, as if they’re not already torturing themselves enough. “‘how long have you been dating?’” well. it’s not the first time that one’s been asked, but she’d been too distracted looking through ahri’s make-up to read the question in her head first before reading it out loud this time. they’re not dating, obviously, but their skinship could tell a different story. it’s truly no wonder the viewers think different.

“oh, boy, i don’t know,” she’s trying her best not to laugh, finally selecting a lipstick that’s a nice, deep red shade. that’d look hot on ahri. “how long have we been dating, babe?”

msuseojun​:

— a whole new world

to say she hadn’t been surprised to receive a text from seojun right after the match would be a lie. sure, there’d been a shift in their friendship — a subtle one, but still obviously there — ever since she’d figured out his… plans, but being the first on his list to want to spend time with after a quidditch match? now that’s new. well, so is him being on the team, considering it’s his first match, but that doesn’t matter. point is, it’d been unexpected, but definitely not unwelcome, and that’s the reason she’s hurrying on down to the pitch now. because of course she wouldn’t say no to that.

she’s a bit late but it’s not her fault, so he damn well better still be there— oh, he is. there’s a sudden burst of excitement and suddenly she’s running straight towards seojun at a speed that says they’re about to collide if she doesn’t slow the fuck down. she doesn’t, and they do collide, but it’s fine because she’s launched herself into his arms, squeezing him into a hug. “you did great!” she’s damn near squealing, face half-buried into his neck.

“the look on that keeper’s face when you scored that second goal? priceless! she definitely didn’t expect that. and you got so close so often! you know, i bet if that bludger hadn’t taken you out, you would’ve been mvp. oh! how are you feeling? did that hurt?” so… she has the tendency to ramble on and on and on when she’s a tad excited, but that’s nothing he’s not used to. after the storm has settled, kirby’s letting go of him, using her thumb and forefinger to pinch his cheek in feeble attempt to make that stupid pout disappear.

“shut up, of course i wouldn’t flake on you,” she’d told him she’d be there and if there’s one thing bae kirby is not, it’s a straight up liar. evader of truth? a little bit, sure, but not a flake. “i wanted to congratulate callie first, and tell nate off for hitting her! but i couldn’t find them. didn’t see kangdae around either…” but whatever, it’s fine that her friends ditched first, because she’d wanted to head over here anyway.

“of course i like flying.” she’s quite talented at it too, if he remembers, but she’s never been interested in becoming some quidditch pro like… well, most of her friends. “alright, let’s go. is there a broom for me?” because she’s only seeing his… wait. “or am i meant to fly on yours?” with him. oh. well, that’s fine too. as long as she'd get a turn.

msunate​:

why not?

“a man who takes charge of the situation?” alright, so that makes more sense, but. “hmm, i don’t know, nate, if i recall correctly, you quite like it when someone else takes charge.” she’s going to let that comment sit for a while — mostly because she doesn’t want to continue this talk about twilight. kirby concurs though: emmett is the hottest cullen, if you like the ‘rocks for brains’ type of thing. considering her last relationship… maybe she does? huh. much to think about..

that, however, does not mean she wants to spend the rest of her life with nate. it’s a ‘been there, done that’ type of situation — you could be incredibly close to a person, even be insanely attracted to them, but if there’s no romantic chemistry the relationship’s doomed to fail. that’s what’d happened to them. they’d both felt the same way and, luckily, it hadn’t fucked up their friendship. in the end, she’s glad they’d given it a shot or else she would’ve been left wondering, but some things are simply not meant to be..

or… are they? nate had been joking, but it’s with something akin to horror that kirby realizes that it may not be when the peel shapes itself into a letter that suspiciously looks like— “oh, hell no.” nope. nuh uh. no way. this is absolutely a case of foul play. “try again! i know this thing’s been hexed. it—it heard you, or something.” if that’s the case, him trying again wouldn’t even help. but that doesn’t matter because the look in her eyes is clear: he has to try again or suffer the consequences .

msuseojun​:

“end of the year’s a bit too presumptuous, isn’t it?” oh, this boy’s ego's going to be the death of her—or maybe she’d kill him first, if his cockiness ever got the best of kirby. “you’ll have to put in some extra work for that, i’d reckon.” but would he? that’s a question best left unanswered. she’d be disappointed if he didn’t at least try, but she’s not about to hold him to it. it’s not like kirby’s opinion of him mattered that much to him… did it?

their relationship’s always been a tad on the confusing side. back in hogwarts, it hadn’t been much of a relationship at all — he’d bother callie and she’d steal his shit in vengeance, because no one messes with callie when kirby’s around. but then he’d stolen her shit, and suddenly it had become this weird little game between them that’s lasted throughout the years. it’s more friendly now, almost intimate, because that’s what they are now. like kirby said: it’s confusing. he’s her friend, sometimes more than that… but that doesn’t mean she’s about to let him claim victory. not even when he tries to pull one up on her. kirby’s not scared. she loves a good plot twist, especially when it's half-way through the episode.

“well, i know levi’s not your roommate, thank merlin for that.” hwaseong can have him. she has no idea what callie sees in that guy. “i’m definitely not about to give you what you want, though. you sure this isn’t two lies and one truth?” because that’s what she can’t quite figure out: her one way ticket to bed — bit vague. what’s that supposed to be? what had she left behind that he could’ve easily taken and meant that she had no way of getting back into her bed? but that’s when it hits her. “you stole my key?” of course. damn it. she’d left her dorm unlocked because she’d figured no one would be around to care, not to mention her lack of pockets had made it incredibly hard for her to carry something as inconvenient as a key with or on her. ugh. well, that one’s on her, she should’ve thought ahead.

but that doesn’t mean he’s won. in fact, it only means she can’t sleep in her room tonight. that’s not about to be a problem, considering she has something of equal value. and she’s not talking about the lightsaber, though that would make a good trade for something else of hers later. but— had he never questioned how she somehow always popped up in his and kangdae’s room uninvited to drag one or both along to eat breakfast with her? surely him having her key didn't matter too much when she already has his.

“you know what. i think i’ll keep it, i quite like how shiny it is.” no amount of kisses anywhere could distract her from this win. not even the implication that she’d be spending the night with him instead. truthfully, she wouldn’t be opposed to it, but she’s not about to admit that. if he wants to spend the night with her, he could ask. and kirby already knows he won’t, because they’ve been spending way too much time with each other lately. and maybe she’s taken on his habit of thinking with her ego. “but fair warning: if i’m not sleeping in my bed tonight, you sure as hell are not sleeping in yours.”

msudotty​:

everything i wanted.

it’s not the first time she’s spent time with dotty and felt like she’s on a hidden camera show. this is her sister, but they couldn’t be more different if they tried. kirby loves her, though, and that’s why she tries her best to be supportive whenever her sister’s having one of her moments, but all of this seems a little bit too surreal. of course dotty’s not serious, right? right? god damn it, she just wanted to carve her pumpkin.

“is that one of those— what are they called? a ring… balloon?” she’s not sure, but she’s seen them often enough at the arcade, the one in the village with the ‘dance dance revolution’ machine. her name’s at the top of that score board because she kills it every time. but wait— that’s not the point! the point is, they had a vending machine full of those ring contraptions! her sister’s been proposed to with 20cents worth of candy? oh, if kirby got her hands on that asshole… she just knows her sister’s been taken advantage of. what if this monster’s in it to break her heart?

“kevin?” what kind of name is kevin. that’s the dumbest name she’s ever heard and— oh. “wait. you don’t mean… kevin? ‘aha’ kevin?” oh no. she’s seen him around, sometimes! they’re in the same house, of course she’s seen that smarmy smile of his. not enough to know much about him, but enough to know that he’s quite the player. or tries to be…? kirby has no idea what the hell goes on with that kid, to be honest. she doesn’t think she wants to know. but he’s clearly not the type of person who should be getting married anytime soon, least of all to her sister. how is she supposed to get them out of this?

“how did this even happen?”

her phone’s blaring a catchy, familiar tune. she’s dancing in front of the bathroom mirror, flirting with her own reflection. the shirt she’d nicked is incredibly oversized and kind of ugly, but it covers her ass and that’s enough, considering she’s not about to put her halloween costume back on. it’s like kirby’s right at home.

almost, not quite.

because — despite the pink toothbrush she’d left here a while ago, the one that’s in her mouth now — this isn’t her dorm. it’s seojun’s, and kangdae’s, but neither of them are here. or at least seojun isn’t. she’s not sure if kangdae is asleep in his bed and she doesn’t feel like checking in case he’s got someone with him. that’d be surprising, considering she slept like a mule and hadn’t heard anyone. but maybe he’s quiet in the bedroom? who knows. well, her sister, but she’s not about to ask. but why had kirby slept here, in a dorm — and bed — that’s not even hers?

kang seojun, of course. she’d told him straight-up: if he’s not giving back her key, she’d sleep in his room. and somehow that’s exactly what happened, despite the fact there’d been other options for her. it’s pettiness, mostly. she won’t allow him the satisfaction of winning this round.

though she doesn’t hear it open, there’s a closing of a door that makes her peek her head out of the bathroom. “kangd—oh.” finally. “you ass,” that’s her ‘hello’, considering it’s seojun rather than the roommate she’d expected. she’s talking around the brush in her mouth, “give me back my key, i’ve got dance practice in like an hour and i need to get ready.” two hours and a half, to be exact. but he doesn’t need to know that. she leans towards the sink, spits out the toothpaste before turning on the faucet to rinse. there, now all parts of her are squeaky clean.

kirby’s out of the bathroom now, using a scrunchie she’s not entirely sure is hers to tie her still damp hair back together. “no, i don’t know where kangdae is,” she’s answering as if he’s already asked her, but she’s sure he’s about to. “yes, i did watch 'six, the musical', and now your netflix feed is fucked.” okay, so he probably hadn’t been about to ask her that, but she feels inclined to let him know anyway. “no, i’m not sorry, because that was a damn wicked film. oh, and—”

maybe she shouldn’t say it, because he probably hasn’t mentioned it to her for a reason. but she does, because clearly she hasn’t already been entirely too overwhelming the minute he’d come in. of course she has to add another dose of ‘kirby, what the fuck’. maybe her and dotty are a bit more similar than anyone ever thought them to be.

“congratulations, by the way.” her smile is genuine. if this is what he wants, who is kirby to tell him different? “i did some research — MIT’s a great school.”

msubonnie​:

“oh, geez, bonnie, you scared me.” hand clasped over her heart, kirby could feel it thump behind her palm, more erratic than it should be. where'd bonnie even come from? surprisingly, it’s the first scare she’s gotten on this halloween. well— if she didn't count the fact dotty’s about to be wed or something. ugh, she didn't even want to think about that. head tilting sideways, she looked at the box that’s presented to her, when it suddenly hits her: “wait, isn’t today your birthday?” she remembered now, because bonnie told her a while back that it’s on halloween. oh, no, she didn't have a present for her! she’d have to make up for that later, especially because kirby’s getting a present right now. that won't do.

despite her sudden revelation, she couldn't resist the urge to open it. she loved gifts, of course she wouldn't turn one down. “one free boba from bonnie from madame menagerie’s,” she recited from the coupon, and her mouth curved into a smile. “that’s so sweet! we’ll have to make it a date, because i’m definitely buying you a birthday cake too.”

ZIMZALABIM.      overview & new update.

msudotty​:

everything i wanted.

her pumpkin’s looking real cute, if kirby dare say so herself. it’s very tongue in cheek, too. she’s been waiting for dotty to ask her what she’s making, but for that to happen her sister has to look up from that weird staring contest she’s having with her own pumpkin first. she just wants to say ‘i’ve carved myself’ and see the look of confusion on dotty’s face. pay attention, dot.

okay, so she didn’t actually carve herself into the pumpkin, but a version of herself. it’s the muggle video character ‘kirby’, some pink monster who sucks up its worst enemies and then assumes their shape. honestly, she could relate to that. seems like a very useful power to have. ever since she’d become aware of the character, kirby’s felt a bit of an attachment to it. it’d explain the shelf full of plushies of that pink blob in her room, anyway. but yeah. dotty hasn’t said a word, and that’s… weird. it’s kind of worrying, actually. her sister’s the talkative of them two, if she’s quiet that usually means there’s trouble ahead—

‘i’m finally getting married!’ oh, boy. there it is.

“to the pumpkin?” it’s said in such a manner that it’s obvious kirby’s heard this kind of drivel before. at this point, her sister’s claimed she’s about to be wed at least five times in the past month alone. and she loves dotty, she does. but it’s obvious that at this point she has a difficult time believing anything that pours from her sister’s mouth. about her love life, anyway.

“oh, dot, i know i’ve said before that it’s possible for you to fall in love with anyone,” she’s sighing. “but i only said that because i was tired of your straight nonsense.”

msunate​:

why not?

excuse her? “you’re a—what?” alpha… male. okay. isn’t that some kind of werewolf term? oh no. “is this some kind of reference from twilight? you know i didn’t get that movie. look, if you start talking about imprinting again i’m out of here.” vampires don’t fucking sparkle, and what was with that alien-looking child towards the end? how the fuck had he convinced her to watch all four movies?

“you wanna be bound by fate? say the word, babe, we’ll make us work again. don’t need an apple for that.” despite her teasing, nate’s letter being a k would be horrible. mostly because she’d have to rethink their break-up, which isn’t something she wants to do. nate’s great, and she loves spending time with him when he’s not throwing around a/b/o dynamics, but them in a relationship hadn’t worked out for a reason. if this damn apple said different, she’s tossing it out.

not that she believes in it, of course not.

she’s mumbling now, something about how ‘he’s ‘always right’? you’ve never been right in your entire life, ever,’ but that’s her pettiness talking. mostly. she ends up giving him a rather unsubtle push towards the water tank. “you go first. we’ll see how i feel about this after we see your letter.”