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SEND ‘🔃’ AND I’LL WRITE A STARTER BASED ON A RANDOM SCENARIO [STATUS: accepting!]

↳ scenario: @98flynn as a superhero and @mi-e-rotic-jaejoong as the sidekick

The cold wind of the night made his black cape gently flutter, as his dark eyes rapidly roamed over the city, not missing any dark corner or any moving shadow. Finally, his eyes found what he was looking for, namely a man clutching a packet to his chest, running through the maze-like alleys of the city, suspiciously looking over his shoulder every few seconds. Flynn raised his hand towards his ear, gently pressing on the communicator, “Target spotted. He seems to be running with a certain destination in mind, which I assume to be his safehouse.” With the other hand he reached towards his unity belt, grabbing his grappling hook and aiming it towards the roof of the building across from him. “I’ve planted a location tracking device on him, and I sent you the frequency a few seconds ago. Go flank him from the other side, and when he stops we’ll attack him from each side. He’s fast, but we have the element of surprise on our side.”

#( this is so funny to me i don't even know why )#(hope this is okay!! if not just shoot me an ask and i can always generate another scenario)#mi-e-rotic-jaejoong #* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)

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SEND ‘🔃’ AND I’LL WRITE A STARTER BASED ON A RANDOM SCENARIO [STATUS: accepting!]

↳ scenario: @teejane and @98flynn fight over the last portion of delicious food.

Clasping his hands in front of his face, he narrowed his eyes at the woman sitting across from him, eyeing her every move with an unhealthy amount of suspicion. He was pretty certain that he looked akin to an anime character, that was gearing up for a boss fight. But in that moment, he couldn’t care less. He had to get his hands on the last bagel, the one with extra chocolate filling. It was as if his life depended on it. So he sat, carefully planning his next move, waiting for the woman to reach for it so he could move even faster and steal the treat from right under her nose. Some might call him unmannered, but the world was truly a jungle, and predator had to go against predator in a never ending fight for nourishment, and that included the damn bagel that seemed to be teasing him from its spot inside the colorful cardboard box. One thing was for certain: Flynn wasn’t planning to lose.

#teejane #* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)

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SEND ‘🔃’ AND I’LL WRITE A STARTER BASED ON A RANDOM SCENARIO

USING THIS GENERATOR

#( status: accepting!! )

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do not edit I © Dandelion

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It simply wasn’t in Jackson’s nature to pin the blame on anyone. Mistakes happen and it was a part of human nature as well as life in general. If anything, his heart was secretly thanking Flynn for the twist of events. Now he could brag about sledding down the hill and almost enduring a near to death experience in the beautiful soft snowfall on his variety shows. So now he felt obligated to do all his best to reassure Flynn that Jackson won’t accuse him at all and he had nothing to feel apologetic about… until he refused to give his hat to Jackson as a mini makeshift SOS flag.

“Hello, is anyone alive in there?” Jackson jokingly waved his hands in front of the younger boy before pinching his cheeks. “Earth to Flynn. How can you keep ignoring this handsome guy in front of you?” When Flynn attempted to get up to only fall back, Jackson couldn’t help but burst into a fit of laughter - causing him to fall backwards and whack his head against the catastrophe inducting tree. “Fuc - I mean fudge. Dude why couldn’t you have just held onto something as you got up? Oh my god do you have a concussion?” In the middle of his breathless laughter, Jackson stared at the other in concern as he clutched his own sides that begin to ache from all the laughter. “Because I’ll die of hypothermia if I take my scarf off? Come on, look at the one on the left. She looks like a hottie. Don’t you want some mouth resuscitation from a hot stranger? Give me your hat!” Jackson made a lunge forward for the boy’s hat as he yelled. “HELP HELP I FEEL LIKE I’M DYING!”

Not bothering to move from his spot, Flynn leveled his friend with a blank gaze, staring into space for a few minutes, before seemingly snapping out of it. Stiffling the urge to laugh, he looked around him, making sure to take his time and inspect every part of the landscape except the man currently standing in front of him. Painting on the most genuinely confused expression he could muster, he looked his good friend dead in the eyes, and biting his tongue in order to laugh, said in an even tone. "Which guy are you talking about, now? Based on my assessment of the environment there's just the two of us here."

Not appreciating his friend's amusement at the expense of what was left os his dignity, he glared half-heartedly at him, shaking off the snow from his arms and shoulders, cringing as the cold seeped through the surprisingly think material of his gloves. He sighed, praying that he wouldn't catch yet another cold. God knows the last one was bad enough. Some sort of twisted karma seemed to be on his side as Jackson soon joined him on the cold snow. Laughing loudly at him, he shoved some more snow in his face, the words "Payback's a bitch, Wang.", leaving his lips between fits of laughter.

Finally managing to raise himself from the ground, Flynn put his hands on his hips before looking around and, not noticing any sudden dizziness or vertigo, decided he was content with his physical state at tht moment. "Bro, I don't feel concussed, and right now, that's enough for me." Pausing briefly, he stared off in the distance, squinting, "But then again, I got into architecture school, not med school so maybe you shouldn't take my word for it." Slapping one hand on his heart, Flynn turned around, a betrayed look on his face as he started at his friend. "So you'd rather I get hypothermia, just so you can get some girl's number? That's cold bro. Literally, this time." Not being prepared for the man to launch himself at him, Flynn lost his footing, once more stumbling onto the cold, white earth, "LORD ABOVE SAVE ME FROM THIS MAN HE THE COLD HAS GONE TO HIS BRAIN."

#jjxcksonwang #* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)#( this is so... late... i Apologise )

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Henry can literally feel the younger’s distress by the way he’s shouting into the phone — and what was that bang?! — causing the older to startle in his chair. But luckily his computer only takes a very few seconds to boot, so Skype opens the exact moment Flynn hangs up on him. Henry starts a new call, this time through his computer, and a deep sigh leaves his lips while the connection to the other is establishing. He’s still quite sleepy, despite the shouting and banging that have reached his ear through the phone just a few moments ago — and in another moment, he’s gonna hear even more of it. But playing these kind of games can be quite fun sometimes, even though he’s nowhere near as good as most of the people he plays them with. “I’m almost in,” Henry says as soon as Flynn finally picks up, and he can instantly hear him smashing his keys on the other end. At least that’s what he assumes it is. A small laugh escapes the older before he continues, “I’m just trying to find what server you’re — ah, there. Okay, coming.” If Henry thinks Facebook is confusing, this gaming stuff takes it to a whole new level. He’s convinced that he would be a lot better if he actually invested enough time into these things, but gaming is just simply not a part of his priorities — not only because he doesn’t really have much time for it, anyway. But once he actually does play, he’s getting really into it. “Hold up. You did notice we’re like five more kills away from losing, right?!” Pretty hopeless, but Henry has his virtual soldier attempt to get a few kills done regardless — only to have it get it shot instead. “Oh. Make that four. Where are you, anyway?”

So focused was he on the battle taking place in front of him that the familiar ringtone startles him a little, making him jump in his seat and amost throw the mouse at the wall across from him. Quickly pressing the green button, he accepts his last hope/friend's call, his eyes moving back to the screen, as not to miss a second. Any second lost was an arrow impaled in his armor. It was honestly a shame. He just got that skin before starting this round too. He lets out a sigh as Henry's username flashes across the top of his screen, relief filling his panicked heart. He grinmanced at the older's words, not bothering to deny something that was so obvious to see. "Yeah, but if we push forward through the south entrance we should be able to capture the point and hopefully keep it until this round is ov--" He doesn't manage to finish his sentence as he notices his friend's character briefly disappear from the map. Chaotically moving around the map, he let out what felt like the 70th sigh since starting this game and started moving his character towards the spot he montioned. "I'm moving towards the south enterance, like I said. Trying to keep far away from any sort of building since their sniper is, unfortunately for us, a fucking master of their craft." Noticing a red outline heading his way, Flynn attempted to move his character out of the way fast, but failed, as his enemy's grappling hook grabbed him before he could get him out of there. Smashing all the buttons on his keyboard as hard as he could, trying to free his poor character as his healthbar was rapidly emptying, he let out an ungodly noise, a horrible high pitched thing, before suddenly stopping. His hands hovered across the keyboard as his character got killed for the hundreth time that round. "Actually, that would be three. Go forth, my friend. Avenge me from the fiend with the grappling hook, and the rest of his team of devils. I'll have your back in like.. 20 seconds or so."

#* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)#hxnryz

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COPY THIS POST INTO A NEW TEXT POST, REMOVE MY ANSWERS AND PUT IN YOURS, WHEN YOU ARE DONE TAG UP TO TEN PEOPLE AND ALSO TAG THE PERSON WHO TAGGED YOU.

A - AGE: 19 B - BIGGEST FEAR: losing my twin sister (@98brook) or just generally her getting hurt, both emotionally or physically C - CURRENT TIME: 15:07 D - DRINK YOU LAST HAD: latte macchiato E - EVERY DAY STARTS WITH: complaining about having to get up F - FAVOURITE SONG: arsonist’s lullaby, hozier G - GHOSTS ARE THEY REAL: Of course they’re real, duh. I - IN LOVE WITH: caffeine K - KILLED SOMEONE: no L - LAST TIME YOU CRIED: can’t recall M - MIDDLE NAME: - N - NUMBER OF SIBLINGS: one. O - ONE WISH: - P - PERSON YOU LAST CALLED/TEXTED: brook. Q - QUESTIONS YOU ARE ALWAYS ASKED: “How’s the weather up there?” R - REASONS TO SMILE: Dogs, puns, puppies, acoustic covers of songs, comic books, brooklynn ahn S - SONG LAST SANG: do i wanna know - the arctic monkeys T - TIME YOU WOKE UP: 12 PM U - UNDERWEAR COLOUR: blue V - VACATION DESTINATION: mountain hiking W - WORST HABIT: cursing, smoking X - X-RAYS YOU’VE HAD: i got a fractured arm once Y - YOUR FAVOURITE FOOD: CALZONES. and other italian food. Z- ZODIAC SIGN: Pisces

TAGGED BY: @98brook, @jjxcksonwang TAGGING:@boksoonie, @jinvory, @hxnryz, anyone else that wants to do this, consider yourselves tagged!

#* ( ʟᴇᴛ's ᴘʟᴀʏ ᴀ ɢᴀᴍᴇ ) * (memes)

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IT’S HARDER THAN YOU THINK. NO USING GOOGLE. EVERY ANSWER MUST START WITH THE FIRST LETTER OF YOUR MUSE’S NAME.

PLEASE REPOST, DON’T REBLOG.

NAME. franklynn. ANIMAL.firefly. BOYS NAME. floyd. GIRLS NAME. fiona. COLOR. fuchsia. MOVIE. fearless. SOMETHING YOU WEAR. fedora. DRINK. fruity cocktails. FOOD. fajita. SOMETHING FOUND IN A BATHROOM. floor tiles. PLACE. florence. REASON FOR BEING LATE. fainting.

TAGGED BY. @boksoonie, @98brook

TAGGING. @jinvory @jjxcksonwang @hxnryz

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( REBLOG && FOLLOW !! “Iᴛ ɪs sᴏᴍᴇᴛɪᴍᴇs ᴀɴ ᴀᴘᴘʀᴏᴘʀɪᴀᴛᴇ ʀᴇsᴘᴏɴsᴇ ᴛᴏ ʀᴇᴀʟɪᴛʏ ᴛᴏ ɢᴏ ɪɴsᴀɴᴇ.”

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“you’re full of shit, franklynn,” her words were not at all biting, paired with a disbelieving grin and a shake of her head. to think he had the nerve to speak such lies after his umpteenth glass of hard liquor, she was certain he has had a sip of everything they had to offer by then. and then some. “the good friend part is true though,” subjective, “i’m as good as it gets.” it doesn’t stop the the shrug and nonchalance in her expression, highly mocking.

but lethal, lies were. and she almost chokes when he does just that, lie. she coughs ungracefully through a swallow of soju, turning impossibly redder and eyes brimming with tears. “i’m not —” a thump is delivered to her chest courtesy of her closed fist to clear her airways before she attempts to speak again, “i’m not buying that.” there was incredulity in tear-brimmed eyes that watch him, brows furrowing deeper past her wince.

“and i’m not buying you anymore drinks either if you aren’t gonna spill,” a glance to small puddles gathering on the bartop and his clothes, “and not that kind of spilling, no.”

silence is momentary when boksoon was impatient(read: all the damn time). a sigh, defeat on her features and a slump in her posture: precursor to a hint of a whine: “come onnnn,” or perhaps more than a hint of a whine, “i’m not a cop or anything, i swear!”

"Well, well, one instance in which you're wrong. I'll have you know I'm full of alcohol, not shit." Laughing at his own tasteless joke, he let his eyes wander across the bar, taking in the different faces of the people, that were partially hidden by the dim light. Back home, he used to spend a lot of time in places like bars or cafes, sketching the various faces people would make, for practice. Sometimes he missed that. Chuckling at the older woman's words, he raises one eyebrow towards her, chin resting on his hand, "You know, I heard that modesty is one of the greatest virtues of them all."

Calmly and gently thumping her on the back as she choked and handing her a tissue that was lying on the table, he answered, in a tone that his amusement at her reaction. Laughing at her while she was choking half to death just seemed a little too mean, even for him. "That's disappointing, to be honest. And here I was, thinking I was selling some good stuff."

At her words, his hand on her back suddenly stopped, hovering awkwardly in mid-air. He felt betrayed. It was like she pulled the rug from under his feet. He couldn't even make a clever quip about the alcohol he had spilled earlier, since she took the words right out of his mouth. Silence stretched out over the two of them for a couple of minutes, him starting in the distance, a betrayed frown on his face, until the woman slumped over, a whine leaving her lips. That broke him out of his daze and, letting out a small snort, he answered, "That sounds exactly what a cop would say. How do I know you're not just an undercover agent, trying to bust me for all the illegalities and deliquencies which I totally didn't commit."

#* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)#boksoonie

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“and peonies mean: if you don’t quit asking me questions i’m throwing you out of the store and banning you for life,” and that might be a symbolism she actually believes in. “the red ones are a little more passionate. they stand for ‘i can spend enough time away from my notes right now to smash a flower pot over your head.’” her tone was level, features unwavering from the way she flashes her customer-friendly smile towards the other. “anymore questions? or would you like a bouquet?”

» have you lost your way, @98flynn?

Blinking at her from the other side of the counter, he raised an eyebrow at her, finger pointing behind him in the general direction of where he saw a bunch of blue poenies being located, tone flat as he asked, "Do the blue ones mean that you wish to tie ankle weights to my legs and send me on my way to die at the bottom of the ocean?" Suddenly, a confused frown took over his features, "Who even decided on these meanings? And who accepted them as universal. What if I get someone some kind of flower because I love the way it looks but in flower language it means that I just cursed their firstborn to a terrible death?"

Resting his elbow on the counter, he attempts to mirror her smile, only to drop it a few seconds later, being sure that he looked more inclined to murder someone than to help them. "How do you manage to smile like that? Like it looks.. genuine, friendly and totally covers up the fact that you would stab my with a rose stem right now." His mouth forming a small 'o'-shape, he let out a string of unintelligible interjections, before finally forming a coherent sentence, "Maybe this would be your villain origin. Like, Poison Ivy, but less science and even more flowers." Waving a hand in front of his face, he remembers the actual reason he decided to visit the flower shop and, sobering up for the first time in a long time. "Anyway, believe it or not, I was serious when I asked about the meanings of flowers. I'm trying to gift someone something with a lot of emotional meaning into it. Preferably potted."

#* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)#boksoonie

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CHARACTER FLAWS. RULES ? bold the ones that apply to your character ! ( tendencies are italicized ) tag your friends ! TAGGED BY ? @eunnve ( thank you for this!!) TAGGING ? @98brook @jinvory @jjxcksonwang @hxnryz @velikane

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to » @boksoonie // in response to » [x]

"Excuse me, what is that supposed to mean? Do you not trust my literary skills?" Pressing a hand against his chest, he looked at her in an offended manner, his brows furrowed but a small smile tugging at the corners of his lips. "I'll have you know my high school literature teacher told me that I have potential.. that is, when i showed up to class."

Noticing that they arrived at the coffee shop, he opened the door for her, letting her walk in before he closed it again, nodding towards his co-workers and heading towards the back to grab his apron, motioning for the woman to take a seat at an empty table. It was pretty early in the day, and usually not many people came by at that hour, meaning he could slack off for at least a little while.

Returning a couple of minutes later with two cups of coffee, he took a seat in front of her, an eyebrow raised. "Of course I noticed. But did you notice a decrease in the frequency of my messages? I don't think so. You're not getting rid of me that easily."

Snorting as he took a sip of his bitter, unsweetened coffee, he looked at her over the rim of the mug. "I already have the prison mapped out. I just need to buy a shovel in order to dig my way to your cell. You won't break a nail, but I hope you don't mind the smell of sewers."

Staring through the large windows at the people aimlessly walking through the streets of Seoul, he didn't turn his head towards her when he answered. "All the fun stuff to do is either illegal or a sin. So what does that leaves us with to be honest? We'd have to find our fun by doing something like.. starting a knitting club."

#* ( ɪ'ᴠᴇ ʙᴇᴇɴ ʙᴀᴍʙᴏᴏᴢʟᴇᴅ ) * (replies)#boksoonie

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boksoonie asked:

♡ + superheroes

He raises his right arm and, pressing a small button hidden in the layers of his suit, shoots a grappling hook towards the roof of the building in front of him, before jumping over the ledge. Soaring gracefully through the air, he used the momentum of his jump to grab onto the rough burgundy tiles of the roof, removing the hook of his gadget before pressing another button in order to rectract the cord. Pulling himself up with one hand wasn’t an easy feat, but years of training helped him develop better endurance.

Sitting on the roof, his breath is labored as he struggled not to loose consciousness. Fives years into this and he still hated running. Inspecting the large amount of damage done to his suit, he lets out a long-suffering sigh, thinking of the “I-told-you-so” speech he was going to have to endure upon returning to the Watchtower. Running a had over his face, he could already hear the taunts of the smug archer ringing in his ears. Just what he needed. Some part of him wished the giant steroid-loving brute would’ve just finished the damned job so at least his teammates would feel bad for making fun of him for completely butchering a mission. In the distance, the sound of an alarm could be heard, and his head whipped in that direction before he felt something hit him in the back of his head. As the sound of the alarm grew louder and louder by the second, he tried to gather himself. In the distance, he could hear someone scream. He had to do something, he had to –

“WAKE THE FUCK UP, FRANKLYNN AHN, DO YOU REALLY WANT TO FAIL THIS FUCKING CLASS?” The shrill voice of his roomate rang in his ears, over the even more annoying (if that was even possible) sound of the alarm, as he kept hitting him with his pillow. “THE PROFESSOR SAID THAT IF YOU SKIP ONE MORE TIME, YOUR ASS FLIES OUT OF THIS SCHOOL.”

Reaching out to grab the offending pillow out of his roommate’s hand, he realised that he would rather fight a giant steroid-filled mutant than attend physics.

#boksoonie #* ( ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ) * (headcanons)#( in his dream he's nightwing btw )#( i loved writing this tbh i laughed by myself for 10 minutes )

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boksoonie asked:

♡ + princess

“You’re my princess, and every princess needs a knight at her side, to protect her from all harm.”

This absolutely clichéd sentence used to be followed by the lady in question being presented a small gift, whether it was a flower, or a drawing, or a cup of her favorite coffee (”Iced Cinnamon Almondmilk Macchiato”, he still remembers), after which the knight would dutifully remove his liege’s book bag from her shoulder, as they would slowly make their way through central park, his hand gently holding hers.

A few months later, the same nickname flashed on the screen of his phone, as he was angrily trying to get a hold of a cab, a travel bag filled to the brim resting on his shoulders. He didn’t need this. Not today, and not ever again. Spotting a yellow vehicle making its way towards him through the heavy rain, he quickly opened the door and more or less threw himself in the backseat. “JFK”, he told the driver, his voice rough and his throat sore. Unlocking his phone, he stared at the numerous missed calls and unread text messages, all from the same person. Biting the bullet, he opened them all, his frown getting deeper and deeper with each message he read. God, it was like an episode of some soap opera, he thought as his eyes moved from one message to another, empty sentences like “He meant nothing.” or “Please answer my calls, I can explain.” only making him more and more angry. He was ready to unleash all his pent up frustration when another message, this time from someone else, came in. The words “TAKE CARE OF YOURSELF I LOVE YOU 💞💞💞!!” brought a small, crooked smile to his lips, and he responded with a short “I always take care of myself, don’t worry about me. I’ll be there before you know it. Love ya.”, before switching to airplane mode. Pocketing his phone once more, he stifled a sigh, a weird mix of emotions washing over him. He knew he was being a coward, running to another damn continent to get away from issues he didn’t want to deal with, but at the same time he couldn’t bring himself to regret it. His gut told him he was making the right decision, and if he had learnt anything from the past week it was to trust his gut. He just wished he had done so when she started acting weird. It would’ve certainly saved him from a great deal of headaches.

She was still his princess. Even after all that had happened between them, and all the heartache she put him through, that’s how he was always going to remember her. His princess, that had fallen from grace.

#boksoonie #* ( ᴛᴀᴋᴇ ᴀ ᴅᴇᴇᴘᴇʀ ʟᴏᴏᴋ ) * (headcanons)#( in some alternate verse this is his vigilante/villain origin story )