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Mimsy "Mimi" Vuong

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𝕄𝕚𝕞𝕤𝕪 "𝕄𝕚𝕞𝕚" 𝕍𝕦𝕠𝕟𝕘

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𝓑𝓪𝓼𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x 𝗔𝗚𝗘 & 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛𝗗𝗔𝗬 𝗦𝗢𝗖𝗜𝗔𝗟 𝗠𝗘𝗗𝗜𝗔 x x x 𝗚𝗘𝗡𝗗𝗘𝗥 𝗜𝗗𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗜𝗧𝗬 𝗣𝗥𝗢𝗡𝗢𝗨𝗡𝗦 𝗦𝗘𝗫𝗨𝗔𝗟 𝗢𝗥𝗜𝗘𝗡𝗧𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡 x x x 𝗕𝗜𝗥𝗧𝗛 𝗣𝗟𝗔𝗖𝗘 𝗛𝗢𝗠𝗘𝗧𝗢𝗪𝗡	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x why / (21; 11 November 2000) find it yourself / (@mimoir_) x x x who cares / (cisgender female) like i give two shits / (she/her) do they move? / (pansexual) x x x creep / (Paris, Île-de-France, France) Neuilly-sur-fuck yourself / (Paris, Île-de-France, France)	FC: Byun Jungha | DC: #b2150a

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𝓐𝓬𝓪𝓭𝓮𝓶𝓲𝓬 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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FC: Byun Jungha | DC: #b2150a	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x 4th year international business none x x x good private tutor; vlogger	xxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxxx x x 𝗬𝗘𝗔𝗥 𝗠𝗔𝗝𝗢𝗥 𝗠𝗜𝗡𝗢𝗥 x x x 𝗔𝗖𝗔𝗗𝗘𝗠𝗜𝗖 𝗦𝗧𝗔𝗡𝗗𝗜𝗡𝗚 𝗢𝗖𝗖𝗨𝗣𝗔𝗧𝗜𝗢𝗡

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𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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𝓑𝓪𝓬𝓴𝓰𝓻𝓸𝓾𝓷𝓭 𝓘𝓷𝓯𝓸𝓻𝓶𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷

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x x Born to new class wealthy privilege, Mimsy had worlds of opportunities laid at her feet. As long as they were worlds curated by her parents, of course. Embracing her home country's heritage, she rebelled against those higher forms of authority who thought they knew better and tried to dictate her life, much to the consternation of her siblings and parents. Bike leathers and motorcycles, mountain midnight races, piercings and tattoos, drugs, sex, grades that just barely failed to be outstanding. Of course, it was also a life that was only afforded for her because of her parents' privilege. Despite chafing under her parents grasp, Mimi liked being rich. It was what allowed her to be as flippant as she wanted, to escape the gaze of other authority which may have locked her up otherwise, and her parents were very much in control of that fact despite whatever feelings she may have had about it. And so, a compromise was reached. Mimsy would attend a school, a prestigious school, and get a reasonable degree, in a reasonable amount of time. In turn, her parents would turn a blind eye to whatever activities she may get up to while in her "college years." After that? Well, Mimsy prefers not to think about that.

「ʜɪɢʜ ᴄᴀsᴜᴀʟ」♔ ♕ 𝐇𝐚𝐮𝐭𝐞 𝐌𝐨𝐧𝐝𝐞

gonna just slap my interest down here

Vox Box / Updated 10.08.22 / [ O P E N ]

_{Mousu Mousu}

Vox Box / Updated 10.08.22 / [ O P E N ]

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🅑 🅐 🅔 🅚 🅙 🅘 - 🅜 🅘 🅝

xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Baek Ji-Min 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Twenty-One; November 11 1999 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Scorpio ♏︎ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Closeted Non-Binary; They, Them, She, Her 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Demisexual 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Seoul, South Korea 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Chrysanthemum 𝓜𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ History; Political Science 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Byun Jungha	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Determined Adaptable Ambitious Vices Merciless Perfidious Ambitious Born important, Ji-Min knew they were going to be one of the few that would make their mark on history. Whether it was going to be for good or ill, they couldn't have honestly cared less. As long as they were remembered by everyone around them, that's all that mattered. Still, they wanted to be remembered for the right reasons, so the politicians' child always made sure they were on the right side of the right people, and the right people were always the people they chose. Wanted to ask someone out? Sure, no problem, just sign here and Ji-Min would be your perfect wingman. Wanted to ask out one of the most popular kids at school? Haha, no - at least not until they've had a chance to be seen with them first. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The main Baek family comes from a now longstanding line of politicians, with other branches now recently starting to gain footholds in the entertainment industry. Raised wealthy, but not luxuriously, Ji-Min grew up wanting nothing except for love, companionship, and guidance - all things they had to find outside of their family. Some of which they found with W4 as they laughed with them, played with them, cried with them, but ultimately never really connecting with them. At least, not in a way that satisfied the empty feeling in their chest. Still, they were fun to hang around with. For a while. Then the Scandal happened. No one outside of the main family knew what exactly happened. Nothing ever publicly surfaced that could serve as concrete proof of the Baek's crimes, and Ji-Min's father was allowed to ride out his final term as a member of the National Assembly, but rumours raged about what brought the family down. All anyone knew was that it started with an accusation of Ji-Min's parents each being a part of their own separate torrid love affairs. Ji-Min knew it was true, of course, but then so did their parents. As did their brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins. Everyone knew. Yet Ji-Min knew that together, their parents craved power, indluged in it, bathed in it, and something as silly as rumours of an affair were something they could have quashed easily. Yet they didn't. The Baeks said nothing, carried out the last terms of their more public roles gracefully, and stepped away from society. And so their fortunes came crashing down, and W4 were nowhere to be found. The only people left around Ji-Min were themselves, and their family - a family still ravenous for power.

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Shifting Chrysanthemum

🅑 🅐 🅔 🅚 🅙 🅘 - 🅜 🅘 🅝

xxx 𝓝𝓪𝓶𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Baek Ji-Min 𝓐𝓰𝓮 & 𝓑𝓲𝓻𝓽𝓱𝓭𝓪𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Twenty-One; November 11 1999 𝓩𝓸𝓭𝓲𝓪𝓬 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Scorpio ♏︎ 𝓖𝓮𝓷𝓭𝓮𝓻 𝓘𝓭𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Closeted Non-Binary; They, Them, She, Her 𝓢𝓮𝔁𝓾𝓪𝓵 𝓞𝓻𝓲𝓮𝓷𝓽𝓪𝓽𝓲𝓸𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Demisexual 𝓗𝓸𝓶𝓮𝓽𝓸𝔀𝓷 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Seoul, South Korea 𝓡𝓸𝓵𝓮 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Chrysanthemum 𝓜𝓪𝓳𝓸𝓻 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ History; Political Science 𝓕𝓪𝓬𝓮 𝓬𝓵𝓪𝓲𝓶 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Byun Jungha	█ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █ █	𝓟𝓮𝓻𝓼𝓸𝓷𝓪𝓵𝓲𝓽𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ Virtues Determined Adaptable Ambitious Vices Merciless Perfidious Ambitious Born important, Ji-Min knew they were going to be one of the few that would make their mark on history. Whether it was going to be for good or ill, they couldn't have honestly cared less. As long as they were remembered by everyone around them, that's all that mattered. Still, they wanted to be remembered for the right reasons, so the politicians' child always made sure they were on the right side of the right people, and the right people were always the people they chose. Wanted to ask someone out? Sure, no problem, just sign here and Ji-Min would be your perfect wingman. Wanted to ask out one of the most popular kids at school? Haha, no - at least not until they've had a chance to be seen with them first. 𝓗𝓲𝓼𝓽𝓸𝓻𝔂 ▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔▔ The main Baek family comes from a now longstanding line of politicians, with other branches now recently starting to gain footholds in the entertainment industry. Raised wealthy, but not luxuriously, Ji-Min grew up wanting nothing except for love, companionship, and guidance - all things they had to find outside of their family. Some of which they found with W4 as they laughed with them, played with them, cried with them, but ultimately never really connecting with them. At least, not in a way that satisfied the empty feeling in their chest. Still, they were fun to hang around with. For a while. Then the Scandal happened. No one outside of the main family knew what exactly happened. Nothing ever publicly surfaced that could serve as concrete proof of the Baek's crimes, and Ji-Min's father was allowed to ride out his final term as a member of the National Assembly, but rumours raged about what brought the family down. All anyone knew was that it started with an accusation of Ji-Min's parents each being a part of their own separate torrid love affairs. Ji-Min knew it was true, of course, but then so did their parents. As did their brothers and sisters, aunts, uncles, cousins. Everyone knew. Yet Ji-Min knew that together, their parents craved power, indluged in it, bathed in it, and something as silly as rumours of an affair were something they could have quashed easily. Yet they didn't. The Baeks said nothing, carried out the last terms of their more public roles gracefully, and stepped away from society. And so their fortunes came crashing down, and W4 were nowhere to be found. The only people left around Ji-Min were themselves, and their family - a family still ravenous for power.

making all this reminds me i should probably go out and get some soju. maybe some calpico to go with it.

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I'll throw my hat in

Vox Box / Updated 10.08.22 / [ O P E N ]

_{Cravin' something cyberpunk}

The Doors of Janus [ Malice / Vox ]

A small tug pawed at the edges of Lokkir's lips, pushing it upwards, but the trained royal knew how to quash such motions quickly. Even if the sight of a Qaeltine, no, his wife, attempting to speak Hudvalri was adorable. "Yes, he began in his own rough Qaeltic, his tongue feeling heavy and coarse. "Equals. A unity...? No, ah, team." Revealing a flushed smile, he smoothly moved back to his own native Hudvalri. "I look forward to being an equal partner with you, dear wife -" But, somehow, that title for her felt wrong. Not enough. Instead of dear wife perhaps... "- Aeris. We'll make quite the team indeed."

It would have to do.

The sudden shift in her tone afterwards made him sit a bit more at attention, listening carefully and silently to what Qaeltic medicine could offer. Did he want to be rid of his breasts? They were the most constant reminder of his gender, but not the most uncomfortable. He didn't know how to take the knowledge that he didn't know what he would have preferred.

Still, like many things, that could be a topic reserved for later. For now, he hoped a simple "Thank you. I will think on it," would suffice as a reply. Seeing her struggle with her hair, Lokkir stood and rummaged around for a comb, amusingly finding the one presented as part of a betrothal gift to her. Placed there by a maid, perhaps. The task would normally be done by a maid, he supposed, but before he was a prince, he was a brother to several demanding sisters, and that meant he was no stranger to proper hair care. It took a devilish amount of time to sort his own dyed hair at times, after all.

Sitting next to her on the bed, he motioned for her to turn so that he could start sorting her hair out properly. The young prince hoped Aeris wouldn't be bothered by it too much if he was the one to do it, but at the same time he imagined that she would be the type of person to not mind so terribly. Where that observation came from, he didn't know. They had only spent one awkward night and now a seemingly lengthy morning together, after all. Then again, they had also been enemies for years, and Lokkir was no stranger to being frustrated by the movements and reports of a certain "Death Knight."

There were still a number of things they had to do to actually cement their alliance. Their union was simply a first step among countless many. One of them in particular would have to be completed quickly, lest its stirrings draw too much unwanted attention and ire. Whatever the Vardaskr line may have been labeled over its many years on the throne, there was one, thing that formed the core of their identity and fiercesome reputation: dragons. His family - their family's pact with them was what allowed them to take the throne in ages past. And not just one clan of the noble beasts, but multitudes over the years. No Vardaskr would be seen as a legitimate heir if they weren't bonded to one.

Unfortunately, they were also the same beasts that allowed Hudvalr to cling onto their position in the war for so long, calamities following in the wake of every battle a bonded pair was involved in. Oceans have risen and dried from their passing, mountains and forest rising, crumbling, and burning, all calamities which have doubtlessly taken innumerable Qaeltine lives. But if Aeris was to have even a chance of surviving in Hudvalr - no, not Hudvalr, her - Aeris would need to bond with a dragon of her own. But perhaps in all this planning, they hadn't accounted for all the secrets and power that Qaeltic science held? There was a reason why the two countries had been locked in a bitter stalemate for years, dragons and their bonded weren't all powerful. Lokkir himself had helped to bitterly prove that, as his scars had attested to.

Lokkir quickly realized he would reach nowhere by thinking himself about this to death, however. The other half of the problem, and solution, sat right in front him, her hair being combed through by his own hands. "Aeris," he began, slow, hesitant, and awkward. "How do you feel about dragons?"

"Or rather, how do you feel about bonding with one?"

Vox Box / Updated 10.08.22 / [ O P E N ]

_{Here lies Vox}