Help. I’ve fallen hard for Mystic Messenger and I can’t get up.
I’m one of those fans who have multiple MCs, cause damn they all deserve to be happy. It’s just more fun that way for me ^-^ In all my MM headcanons, art, and fanfics- I always use these girls.
How their story works is that Unknown has 5 different girls to choose to send to the RFA, and whichever member he wants to manipulate determines which girl he chooses to be the party planner (and therefore determining what route the player is on.) All 5 of them were specifically chosen because Unknown knew they would have the most significant influence on their target RFA member.
If you want to know who they are and read more about them, just continue under the cut!
She’s a good dog.
a good dog I posting.
a good dog,
My God she’s good!
Can’t believe how good she is!
She’s a GOOD DOG!
For my dear life!
She’s just so freak…ing GOOD!
She’s a good dog.
This dog better live for bloooooody years!
Me, covered in glitter with three layers of eyeshadow on and rose petals in my hair, wearing a long flowing bright red dress and 7 inch heels, draped across a grand piano, hitting random keys and singing at the top of my lungs as a single tear rolls down my cheek:
not to be dramatic, but
Jaebum pulled up outside the bar, screeching the car to a halt and lunging out of the drivers’ seat to walk around the car towards the doorway. He found you, shivering in the cold night air, clutching your elbows around your knees as he bent down to meet you at eye level.
“You’re freezing” he mumbled as he quickly flung his coat around you, noticing the long, dried up rivers of mascara that your tears created on his way there. His heart clenched in his chest as he pulled you to your feet, quickly finding out that walking in 7 inch heels wasn’t going to work. He scooped you up - bridal style as he held you in close to his warm body, carrying you over to the car while the many onlookers whooped and whistled in jest at his apparent heroic actions.
“Ignore them” he whispered in your ear as he set you down to open the car door, helping you inside and buckling your seatbelt before shutting the door and joining you on the other side, putting the car into gear and setting off in the direction of home.
“Are you mad at me?” you whimpered, looking at his hand resting on the gear stick as he shifted it to third gear.
“No” he paused, taking a deep breath and concentrating on the late Friday night traffic. “You just, scared me.”
“It’s not like I was going to die. Everyone gets drunk Jae” you sighed as you sank yourself down into the seat, watching him take the familiar turns and roads to your apartment.
“That’s not what I meant. I thought I’d lost you, (Y/N). You still don’t believe me, right?” he looked at you as he parked the car in front of your place, pulling the hand-break up and switching the engine off.
“I do believe you. I was just, angry.” you looked down to the car floor as more pitiful tears began threatening to fall down your cheeks. Jaebum clicked his tongue before ejecting both of your seatbelts, hopping out of the car and running around to help you out too, taking you in his arms once again after locking the car and carrying you up to your apartment. He used the spare key you gave him many months ago to let you both in, helping you remove your shoes before lifting you into your bedroom.
“Lets get all this muck of your face and then get a good nights sleep. You’re gonna have one hell of a hangover tomorrow.” he gave you a sleepy smile, referring to your make-up as he pulled out your removal wipes from your vanity - diligently cleansing your face as gently as he could.
He stood up, motioning for you to put your arms in the air as he pulled your dress off you, un-doing your bra and removing his shirt to put it on you before taking off his jeans and rolling you on to your side in case you would vomit in the middle of the night. He snuggled up behind you, letting his hands place themselves on your hips as he pulled his body closer to you, finally being right where he wanted to be after all the mess that happened.
“What is it baby?”
“I’m sorry, I love you. So much”
He gently kissed your neck, pressing his lips flush against your skin and letting them linger there for longer than usual.
“I love you too. Close your eyes and go to sleep baby. I’m not going anywhere, so just sleep now”.
Lets say you’re an online independent provider. You currently do 6 appointments a week at $300/hr for $1800/wk. You make lots of money but you’re starting to get burnt out. Your friend, Michelle, does 3 appointments a week at $250/hr for $1700/wk. She’s charges less than you, but she’s also working a lot less than you do while making almost the same amount. How? Extended appointments.
For most, extended appointments are things providers appreciate when it happens, but most don’t know how to market themselves in order to get more extended appointments.
1. Your image
You have to have photos that show you’re capable of being taken out. Lingerie photos are great and all, but do you have any photos in day dresses? In evening wear? How can someone take you to a restaurant if he’s afraid you might show up in 8 inch clear heels, a 7 inch miniskirt and a bralette? Especially if you’re young, you have to show that you can dress up and look for the part.
2. Your words
Does your entire website text talk about sex? Whether direct or indirectly, tweets and blogs and websites that focus on how sultry and sexy you are isn’t going to inspire a guy to want to hang out with you longer than it takes him to bust a nut. If you have passions, whatever they may be, fold them into your website. Tweet about them. Let your clients know that there’s more to you than La Perla and Chanel. Don’t go political, but in general activism is a great way to show you’re more than just a warm body. If you want men to see you as more than sex, you have to show it.
3. During the sessions
Many clients may book a 1 hour session, with the intent of booking longer in the future if things go well. As well as being a vixen in the bed, you have to appeal to these men’s minds. This is the perfect time to convert a client from a one hour guy into an extended appointment man. Offer up some wine and conversation, get to know him and figure out what he likes. I once had a client who was a runner and spent forever always talking about it. I got him a $20 Milestonepod to track his pace and he was so excited about it that he asked me to go grab lunch and what was supposed to be a 90 minute session turned into a 3 hour session. And from then on all our dates included food or events and were at least 2 hours. All it cost me was listening and $20 of effort.
4. Get Creative
If you have clients that are afraid of being seen in public with you, find a way to spend more time together. A client of two years had a standing 3 hour biweekly date where we watched silent films for most of the session, laugh talk and order room service. If a client can’t do certain things, figure out a way around them, figure out what it would take to get him to spend more time with you.
KPop has really altered my fashion sense over the years - for the better. At least, I hope. But there’s one thing I just can’t get right - those 24/7 high heels. How… how do you DO that without falling over or setting your feet on fire? MAJOR props to girl groups who perform tirelessly in them. (and also props to the ggs that wear flat footwear - you go!)
My light brown L shaped desk sat right in front of his door but against a window. The blinds to his glass office were closed like always unless he was in a good mood, which was unlikely. Mr. Park didn’t talk that much to anybody but his father, the CEO before him, and the sales department director of the company you worked at. He only says a few things to me a day, I need those emails, those papers, or that meeting to be rescheduled.
I ran inside the building and tapped my foot while waiting for the elevator. Why was it the one day I was actually late one of the elevators had to be broken and all of the others full.
There was a meeting in 10 minutes and I told Mr. Park I’d have all the typos and papers in the newest presentation finished today. The only problem was the conclusion, last night my laptop died and I had left my charger on the desk. The worst part though, Mr. Park believes the opening and the conclusion are the best and most vital points of a presentation.
The elevator still wasn’t down yet and it still had 7 more floors. I opened the door to the stairs and started quickly walking up them. I needed to get to the 14th floor in less than 6 minutes, finish the last few sentences and give them to Mr. Park before the presentation.
My heel broke and I sighed loudly as i just took off my shoes and started jogging faster, my breathing more heavy and my clothes feeling tighter.
I started jogging even faster. I was only on floor 4.
Once I got to our floor Mr. Park walked out of the meeting room angrily and the clients left the room quickly and pushed past me and into the elevator that just opened. I quickly walked to my desk and turned on my computer.
“Mr. Park, I am so so sorry I couldn’t make it to the meeting before this one to take notes. I was trying to finish the presentation notes for the Japanese clients for the next meeting.” I said rushed after I stood and bowed a few times and I continued to apologize.
He was holding papers in his hand and didn’t even look up from them before he crumbled them a bit in his hand and just slammed the stack on my desk. “My office now.” He said loudly.
I stood before slowly moving my way into his office. The door closed hard behind me making the room seem more cold and dark than usual because of all the blinds being closed and the only light coming from the main window behind Mr. Park’s desk the over looked the city.
“What is this about sir, if I may ask?” I said softly as I sat down.
“The meeting the presentation notes were for was moved to two hours earlier. They were a complete mess because the conclusion typos were so bad and someone” He glared at me as he twirled his pen in his hand. “wasn’t here to fix them or at least take over.”
“Oh my gosh, sir I am so so sorry… When did it get moved?” I asked quickly before looking in my planner.
“Last night. We sent out an email…” He said softly but with a still firm tone. My fucking laptop. Great.
“Sir, my laptop died and my phone and charger were in the office last night so I had no way of getting the ema-”
“Do you know how bad it looks on my part if my employees look unprepared? Especially to men who know my father.” He said softly before he set down the pen.
“Sir I don’t know what I could do to possibly compensate for what I did…”
“Well…” He all of a sudden smirked “…what are you willing to do? That little stunt we had to pull to make it seem somewhat less of a mistake could cost millions.”
I looked up, realizing he was staring at my legs and my white tucked in shirt.
“Anything.” I smirked as I sat up more before he stood and he put his hand under my chin and tilted my head up and slowly lead me to stand before he unbuttoned all of the visible buttons before backing me into his desk. A few items fell as he pushed back his name plate so it wouldn’t fall and few papers scattered onto the floor.
“What about calling me master?” He brushed the hair off of my shoulder and pulled me closer before quickly flipping me around and pulling me against him hard as he unzipped the pencil skirt I was wearing.
“I think I could do that sir.” I said and he loosened his tie and smirked.