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edit: I realized there's already a gif of him on the little thing silly me
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– really homo and smol
– 5'3" pls pick him up
– between 17-21, born on october 3rd
– libra
– ghost type Pokemon enthusiast
– middle name is Laverne
– takes the most amazing pictures of himself, other people, and other places
– is really confident in his looks
– little rebellious squish
– Litwick is his spirit animal
– really jumpy and easily excited
– baby boy™
– lives for pet names and nicknames, so shower him with them please
–secretly kinky don't tell anyone
– is terribly insecure about his singing even though it's so nice and smooth
– has a dog named frosty
– probably famous on social media for his face and personality
– breathes memes
– also loves watching drama happen, but he won't voice his opinions unless he's involved
– overall so cute
– fc is my banana park jimin
– theme song is Whistle by Blackpink
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i can't afford to misspell zodiac names anymore so I am going to put all of them and their dates in a spoiler that is it:
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[align=center][fancypost bgcolor=#ddd; border:none; width:240px; height:150px; margin-top:-2px; padding:0px; overflow:hidden;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:240px; height:150px; overflow:auto; padding:0px; padding-right:30px;][fancypost borderwidth=0px; width:235px; min-height:150px; padding:0px; text-align:justify; color:#000; font-family:arial; letter-spacing:.3px; font-size:10px; line-height:95%;]They say fallen angels never really came to be. There were only angels and demons, said the elders who spoke bitterly toward a now trapped, tortured soul. That tortured soul, born without any knowledge of his parents, living in an orphanage that resided in the depths of Romania, was one by the name of Horea Liviu Kwon. Born a manipulative, yet innocent looking soul, who had died young and had been casted away as a sinner.Horea lived an interesting life. He was born, sent to live with a bunch of boring, constantly busy ladies and gentlemen that were meant to be his caretaker. He was born with many health issues, most, having to do with his breathing. Even so, they only gave him the treatment he needed until he was strong enough to supposedly support himself. After growing up, making it out of school, and living on his own, he was erased from the world. He had died by getting hit, specifically by a van that was driven by some ruthless drunk, and no one was there to mourn his death. He had died a nobody, an average guy, he had died a [i]sinner.
From what Horea could remember, he had knocked on the door to heaven multiple times. He had knocked once, twice, three times until a door opened to only reveal a flashing light that shot him a glare. That glare, was the glare that had sent him back to earth with broken wings, ones tainted with black smoke and almost featherless. He was sent to a statue in a museum that then held his wings, his home a dark chrysalis that he had nothing else to do in but wait. He never waited this long in his life before, even though technically he wasn't alive.
The half Romanian half Korean male murmured nonsense to himself as he waited, most of it being masked by the statue that he resided in. The museum was actually rather nice, from the two sculpted slits that were called eyes' point of view. Paintings, wax figures of people that have marked history, little animations here and there, it was all so elegantly done. The sets of stairs that were spiraling upwards had a beautifully polished look to them, as if they were never touched by man. God may have damned him back into earth, but he had to admit, where he was left was a good choice the man above had made for where he would be put.
He saw people come and go, his expressions bland and not able to seen from where he stood. He saw all kinds of people, that when he was alive, had never came his way. Curious children who kept on shouting their questions, sipping on juice boxes that already looked as though they had no more liquid inside. Teenagers that varied in auras, some, looking as though they didn't give a single damn where they were, and others, so fascinated by the stuff that surrounded them. As for the adults, there were many, yet they were either parents, scholars of some sort, or just plain old workers trying their best to get off early.
Now, this was Horea's favorite part of being on earth as a fallen angel. Manipulation. He was able to send of tempting signals, attracting other's attention, begging them to set him free. Yet, a lot of people were able to fight those signals, mostly because they were always busy with something. Oh, how much he wanted to force them to set him free, but there was nothing he could do. Until, now, that is.
A curious figure, one with eyes that flickered to and fro, expressions that displayed how easily this one human could be tempted. He loved that. So, all Horea did, was stare, his chocolate brown optics swallowing the appearance of the other completely. And then, the person had turned. This was it. Horea wanted this, Horea wanted to be free. He knew he was doing wrong, but what else could he do? He was born a sinner, after all.
The human came closer, taking slow, hesitant steps that made Horea shamelessly smirk. He felt so pleased, so happy, he almost wanted to cry because of it. It was overwhelming, yet something he didn't want to let go of. Finally, the human was close to the statue's face, inspecting it awkwardly. Very few people were around at the time, since the sun was bidding its farewells so that the moon could return. Please, just set me free. I know you can do it. Please... He thought to himself anxiously, his cold, clammy hands shaking in anticipation.
And, it happened. The statues cold, sculpted lips met with the human's, exactly what Horea needed. Horea needed this, he wanted this. It was technically the only way to save him, and bring him to the real world once more, as a "human." He felt himself dissappear, his body somehow lifted away from the dark walls that were considered part of his home. Opening his eyes, he felt the ground, the neatly painted floor of the museum, so cold and foreign to him. Looking up, he had spotted the human, who had looked as though they were in shock of what just happened. Giving a playful grin, Horea cleared his throat, trying his best to catch balance as soon as he stood up.
"Thanks." He sighed, a smile still placed on his lips, his eyes quickly connecting with the other's. "I'm Horea. Horea Kwon, that is. I'm really thankful for the fact that you have set me free, so again, thank you so much. And may I ask, what's your name?"
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the feeling when you look back at your form and realize you spelled sagittarius wrong why does this happen to me edit: I fixed it but like dkfjcjfjfjv
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finally back from school + a doctors appointmentpari - aa thank you for liking Quinn!! I see him looking up to Boris quite a bit, their small similarities in being quiet people making him see Boris like an older brother of some sorts. He won't voice it and stuff, and might try to act as though he doesn't care about Boris, but inside he looks up to him so much and finds him really cool.
Also he'd die if he ever got to see Boris' pets because he loves pets hehehe.woodsy - oml that sounds hilarious tbh, Quinn would try his best not to lose it, since he's new and all and he's still trying to come off as a good person even though
its totally not working. Quinn would just sit there and look at Monet all like, "I'm trying to have a good time but I just don't understand anymore." Even though he shows that he's annoyed, deep inside he's laughing tbh because he's never met someone so willing to pester him for fun.He'd also adore his doggo so like yes if Quinn ever got the chance to see his pet he'd cry tears of joy.everyone else - yoyoyo
every character looks so cool so like I'm willing to plot with yall
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also weed might become Quinn's new best friend jfc once he tries it out and gets used to it, trust me it won't leave his sidebut okay yES
JUST A DAY TO DO THE MOST RANDOM THINGS THAT SOUNDS TOP QUALITY OML
also I wouldn't mind a chat thread tbh
sounds pretty cool
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– stuff stuff stuff
– fc is the meme lord Ahn Heeyeon//wip
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snowflake: yo yo yo
snowflake: i am here
snowflake: woop woop
snowflake: 10/10 ign would text again
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snowflake: boris sounds nicer but bori is...
snowflake: funnysnowflake: aLSO ABOUT BLONDE
snowflake: it'll look good if it's pulled off right
snowflake: im not no hair stylist so
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snowflake: also about being a broke group i can't even afford these really good fluffy pairs of socks im triggered beyond beliefsnowflake: papi chulo is a hot name
snowflake: very hot
snowflake: like chili peppers
snowflake: kachowsnowflake: oh wow someone new rip
snowflake: i should get someone from eharmony
snowflake: everyone trusts eharmony
snowflake: i mean i do
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Quinn could tell you with a straight face that this was never a dream job of his. He never expected to squeeze himself into an illegal business that had to do with drugs. He only started experimenting with different kinds a week ago, and still hasn't finished going through them. He sometimes even joked about how looks could be decieving, his father always saying he looked to pure, to small to join a group of people that sold drugs. He knew that he had soft, pouty lips and hooded doe-like eyes that glittered every so often, but that didn't exactly mean he was the most clean dish in the sink.
In fact, Quinn actually liked his job. He wasn't extremely close with any of the others to be honest, but they were all cool people. They all were unique and did their jobs well, and since he was the latest addition, sometimes they were helpful in giving him advice on how to carry himself. Thank goodness it wasn't any 'you came here to work by yourself and yourself only' situation. The black haired male went through the channels quickly, blankly staring at the commercials that always sold the most ridiculous stuff, random actors and actresses forcing a smile as if they were held at gunpoint. Their jobs looked boring, commercials were always so extra, anyways.
A vibration sounded off from his phone, his eyes quickly flickering over to the device to see who had sent him a message. He knew for a fact it wasn't his father, since his old man always needed to hear his voice instead of just send a meaningless text. That's how his father thought. Squinting a little so that he could clearly read the letters, he only could make out words that were ridiculous and far from what the message might as well be trying to tell him. F-ck it. He lazily picked the phone up, pressing the home button to be welcomed by a message from Boris. As he read it, he remembered that they almost got in trouble because of some snitch. Whoever that snitch may be, he knew that he would be suspected. Probably. He didn't know how the others truly thought of him. In all honestly, he's not a snitch. He's not that much of a scaredy cat to all of a sudden cry to the police about it all. The only good thing about it was that nobody got arrested.
to: all
i'm getting there in a bit. it won't take too long.
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Getting up, the Korean slipped on a shirt that had random numbers on it, all put in a vertical line. The numbers read: 13, 14, 15, 16. Well, that was something Quinn didn't understand. But in all honesty, who understood what people printed onto clothes? Next, he just put on a dark grey hoodie, one that did have a minor stain of the right sleeve, but he was able to make it not as noticeable as it was before. Which was a good thing because he liked this hoodie of his, he mostly liked the smell. But enough admiring a simple piece of clothing, Quinn had to go. He squeezed his feet into some dingy black converse and headed out the door of his apartment, forgetting to turn off the television.
After at least a ten minute drive, Quinn parked somewhere at least a couple of minutes far away from the warehouse, getting out as soon as he turned off the car. He let out an exhausted sigh, only followed by a dull cackle, finding it funny how he was so tired. He should've taken a nap instead of staring at the tv for a long couple of hours. He couldn't care about that now though, getting closer to the warehouse as he eyed the dark sky with boredom. Looking down, he saw Cal and Marcus, a smirk suddenly forming on his mouth. "Wait up." He chirped, giving a smile to the two of them as he slipped inside.
//alright so like this sucks but it's also one of the best I've ever done?? what is this feeling??
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