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there’s new people following me omg hi T T i’m slowly but surely moving my mumu over to this blog!! so come find me there so i can love ya down <3
hi hello!! i died because i had overtime hours. i decided to refresh things with a new blog. so if you’d like to still interact, come follow me HERE. everything is still sort of under co. but i wanted to get it out there! i’ll do some follows as i get stuff set up.
sorry for my absence. overtime hours are killer rn!!! mumu reboot is pending, so watch out! i’d love to keep writing w yall and hopefully soon. 🥰
had a wedding this weekend and then got thrown back into work. i’ll be more active here soon 🤙🏼 ty for your patience! hope everyone is staying well!!
open to : m, f, nb, aka everyone! :D muse : min jaejun “jj” ↳ is my love too much? is it just enough for you, for you? 'cause it's getting late, would you like to stay, ah. 'cause i'm bad at reading signs. but i, i wanna do whatever you wanna do. if you wanted to, girl, we could cross that line. ~ feelings by lauv
“ do you want to maybe stay the night? i could make us food in the morning. i may not be a stellar chef, but i make some yummy kimchi friend rice. ” years spent having to cook for himself might be paying off. people like to be cooked for, yeah? despite the action being somewhat of a chore to some, he never minds cooking. though, he does humor the thought of cooking with someone. there’s something sweet about the domesticity. maybe because he’s never quite had that experience. just a small moment of someone thinking of him, they could pour him juice and he’d find it touching. jaejun rubs the back of his neck, nose crinkling, slightly. “ ah, y’know if you want, of course! no worries if you want to go, too. ”
thervnaways.
cheeks rise and she offers the faintest and fakest of smiles, as if trying to be civil with a grin was so torturous to her pretty face. “that’s funny. you might wanna do the same.” not that she’d do anything to him. heck, she didn’t WANT to do anything with him. why try to kill him, right? the cheerleader’s eyes fall to the gas pump and sighs in relief. just a moment less with this guy. where was everyone? his question takes her away from her thoughts, brow raised at him. “i wasn’t informed of the extra company so i didn’t think there’d be so many of us.” toni pushes herself off the car, weight resting on one leg as she crosses her arms. “don’t think you’re so special. everyone else is just as annoying. you just so happen to be the one nearest to me right now.”
bellamy raises a brow. it doesn’t take a mind reader to see past the fake smile. he’s grown accustom to personas. it’s not the first, nor will it be the last, he deals with people like this. he knows he’s not the most well liked person. does he care? no. “ there’s only seven of us. not that big of a crowd. ” his lips pull into a smirk. “ okay, wait, let me get this straight. you think all of us are annoying and you still decided to go on a road trip? i pegged you for smarter. my mistake. ” leather clad shoulders lift in a shrug. he hears the others returning without having to move his head, perks of having enhanced abilities. bellamy hops into the bed of the truck and offers a hand. “ you want to ride in the back? two of us have to. or would you rather get squashed in the back seat with more annoying people? ”
vigcur.
╰☆╮ ❝ byeol . ❞ tone comes out as more of a scolding tone than he intends , but he can’t help it when he’s greeted with such demeanour . greer really isn’t sure what he’d expected when approaching other as attitude is really characteristic of them , ( and even at one point aspect that had drawn him in . . not so much now ) , ❝ yeah , i guess i don’t . ❞ naturally there’s a large part of greer that had hoped next time he’d see byeol that maybe they could travel back to where they were before he got commitment fright and ended things without much explanation , but how fair was that on the other ? it’s selfish , god he knows it’s selfish ; but he has a habit of making a decision and then immediately regretting it . there’s time and place for this conversation to be had ( and it’s definitely not while his coworkers from the lab are waiting on him ) ; but honestly , greer never thought he’d be able to have it , and he may not be able to have it again ; and so before he can think much about it words are slipping out , ❝ i’m . . . sorry . you know i’m sorry , right ? ❞
he clutches his pen, the whites of his knuckles showing. he clicks his tongue at the sound of his name. god, to think he found comfort in that voice. under the sting there’s a part of him that can’t deny he misses it. the artist tries to tell himself it’s just missing someone, the warmth of another, not greer. it’s a mantra at this point. “ no — stop. i don’t want to hear it. ” it’s all he wants to hear. he wants to know the truth, to silence the self-critical thoughts. he’s not one to wallow in self pity, but he’s human. he had wondered if maybe their breakup was something about himself. if only he could have the time back he wasted wondering what went wrong. byeol scrapes back his chair, finally making brief eye contact with greer. “ not here. if you want to talk, you know where i live. haven’t moved. unless, y’know you forgot that too. ” bitterness laces his words, “ which, i wouldn’t doubt because you never came back. ”
ugly mobile post, but little hiatus notice! gonna be going to a small music festival this weekend 11.09.19-11.10.19. so i’ll be more quiet than usual leading up to it. hoping to queue some stuff for the week. won’t have my laptop, but i’ll be free to shoot shit on disco mobile!! so hmu!!
closed starter ➻ @piedpipcr
“ how about we make things interesting? whoever wins gets to ask the other to do one thing they want. unless you’re a scaredy cat? ” there’s extra humor to that tease given their shifter nature. oliver finishes racking the balls in the classic triangle.
there’s always been something about raising the stakes that sparks a thrill. that little bit of pressure makes things more exciting. then again, he lives for adrenaline rushes however small they might be. he’s not sure if his best friend will bite, but he dangles the line anyway. some might only offer, or accept, bets they can win. oliver likes to play on fair ground. he’d never actually bet mari if he was guaranteed a win. where’s the fun in that? “ seriously, mate, if you win, you can ask me to do whatever your heart desires. fair game. ”
@piedpipcr touché FUCKING WELL PLAYED.
stcrgrl-archived-blog:
CAN I GET A BEST FRIENDS TO LOVERS PLOT ?? like not even an instant one, but like one with the gradual build up. like MUSE A comes to them after a fight with their significant. MUSE B knocks on their window after a horrible date. no one gets me like you. inside jokes no one understand. maybe even a secret handshake ?? just chemistry so strong it melts your heart. so innocent & pure. bonus points if people used to say they’d get married one day and they both laughed at the idea. but here they are. laughing about what their lives have become. how at the end of the day they’ve always had each other. and now they can’t help but wonder.
piedpipcr.
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❝ ouch, wally! that hurts! ❞
considering he’s a grown ass man, and a tiger shifter at that, one wouldn’t think weiwei wouldn’t be whining as loud as he was right now. besides, it’s not like it wasn’t something he inflicted upon himself, because he did willingly get in the boxing ring that evening–but it sure as hell didn’t lessen the pain any. weiwei’s eyebrows furrow as the antiseptic soaked cotton ball presses against his busted lip once more.
❝ baobei! you’re being rough on purpose! ❞ he attempts to squirm away, leaning his head back and away from the other’s touch. ❝ you’re enjoying this too much! ❞
“ suck it up. ” he presses the cotton ball deeper, a deceiving smile on his lips. maybe it’ll teach the younger not to be so reckless. wally doesn’t get the appeal of two men going at it, probably shirtless, throwing punches. ( okay maybe he could see some appeal, as a viewer. ) but, why weiwei chooses to be put in harms way is a mystery to him. his lips flatten into a thin line as a huff puffs out. “ i hope the other guy looks worse. wait — that sounds rude of me. anyways, did you at least win? ”
wally shuffles to the kitchen and disposes of the first aid. he returns with a glass of water in hand outstretched to the tiger. his eyes narrow. “ if you get blood on the outfits i have for the next heist, a busted lip will be the least of your problems. ”
piedpipcr.
nana gives another glance at his watch, as though maybe, just maybe, the time will be different. it’s not, and his shoulders tense with irritation. he prides himself on always being on time. a set schedule nana doesn’t often waver from. each part of his day is timed down to the very second, blocked out in his schedule, but his father always seems to have a specialty of fucking it all up. at this point nana wouldn’t be surprised if the older panther did it on purpose. he always likes to get under his skin–and it works.
the large metal door to the warehouse opens just as nana approaches, a helpful little bout of tech from mari that the panther actually enjoys. his gaze falls down towards his watch, leather glove curling around the strap of the satchel across his chest. fifteen minutes late. with a deep breath nana lifts his head just as the door finishes it’s grating welcome, and with shined, leather shoes he steps in.
❝ haru. ❞ he catches the lion easily, arm slipping around his waist and pulling him close. nana’s free hand reaches out to leaf through the stack of plans on the large wooden table before him, humming softly at the updates before finally turning his attention onto the other. just slightly, blink and you’ll miss it, nana nudges his nose into haru’s neck to scent his hello. ❝ sorry i’m late. father decided it was important to hold me up today. but i’m here now, so. ❞
haru breathes in the panther, a soft sigh tumbling from his lips. he gives a tight squeeze before returning to his feet. “ late. never thought i’d hear you mutter that word...well i mean towards yourself. we know you point out when the rest of us are. ” he makes a teasing tsk tsk. “ i’m just glad to hear it was your dad and nothing happened to you. ” haru resists the urge to poke fun at the other’s tardiness to the crew, even if it is literally the first time ever.
he bounces on his toes, looking up at nana. “ i made some coffee if you want some? do you want to sit for a little? or we can just get straight to business. ” haru’s confident in the team and their skills, however he knows how critical nana can get. so, he agrees to the many meetings, whatever he needs to feel better about it all. haru did technically drag all of them into his heisting.
peachyuus.
“Hello to you, too.” She should’ve expected the venom in his voice. In fact, Addie thinks she did expect it, and yet it had stung all the same. She didn’t want to come to him like this. If she had another option, she would choose it, but life didn’t always work that way. She needed him and although their bridges had burned to a complete piles of ashes, Addie couldn’t deny that his skill was more valuable to her than anything else. “I’ll skip the bullshit chit-chat and cut to the chase, then. I need your help. I know you’d rather watch me crash and burn than actually help me, but I’m not asking for your friendship or generosity. I’m offering a business proposition. Artist to artist.”
there’s a small eye roll. he wasn’t trying to be friendly. no, he’s positive it was the opposite. clearly, his sharp tongue wasn’t enough to chase her off. byeol taps his pen a few beats, refusing to meet the other’s eyes. “ you need my help? that’s rich. so, you only want to talk when it’s convenient for you. ” he grumbles matter-of-factly. he knows he is good at what he does and despite their broken bonds he doesn’t actually wish to see another artist fail. “ i’d rather eat glass. ” okay...not exactly what he was thinking, but his mouth runs without processing more often than not. “ you’d better have a pretty damn good proposition. ”
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deck of cards waterfall between petite hands. his eyes look off no where in particular. it’s too quiet for his liking ( though that might be due to being raised in a circus where everything had been loud. ) he does a head count of his team, pouting already because he knows who’s missing. where is he?! he shuffles the deck a few more times before releasing a heavy sigh. haru pockets the cards and hops down from one of the perching ledges.
he glances to the multitude of clocks, all in different timezones, on the wall. seems uncharacteristic for nana to be late, especially when he suggested they all meet to finalize heist plans. his breathing hiccups, what if he’s in trouble? haru doesn’t let himself stress further on the thought. he likes to believe nana is smart enough not to get caught and to get out of a jam. the lion checks his phone just in case. unlike his parents, he doesn’t leave his crew behind.
golden brown locks whip around at the sound of a door opening. he gives the other all of five seconds before he’s jumping up for a hug. “ nana! ” he buzzes with a wide grin.
hello!! here to introduce some new muses in my shifter heist crew w/ @piedpipcr but are open to everyone!! uwu some little blurbs until i write up full bios.
KANG HARU : street magician. pick-pocket. the conman & the thief. lion shifter.
not everyone can say they grew up in a circus. what started as a magician and his assistant needing to make money turned into a family run con-circus. a little traveling pride of lion shifters putting on a show while stealing from the audience. and when high profile people attended it was the perfect moment to heist their property. the family perfected their thieving for generations to come.
unfortunately, the family hit a bump in their heisting, and haru took the fall. as the youngest he could be tried easier as a minor. he did community service and promised not to return to that city. his good behavior only lasted a few months before he needed the thrill of thieving again and was determined to get back at his family. they’d ditched him for the next hot spot
luckily, he was just as clever and skilled to manage on his own. he orchestrated a meeting with nana, knowing exactly the access a politician’s son could gain. it wasn’t long before he, as he tells it, “charmed” the older into his life of crime. he handles swiping items, picking locks, acting, really anything fooling the eye. if he must, he’ll break out his acrobatics, but he’d rather someone else wear the harness. he’s really the passion drive behind the heist kitty crew.
OLIVER KIM : ride-share driver. mechanic. drag racer. the getaway. puma shifter.
oliver’s one of the chillest dudes you’ll meet. go with the flow, or the waves, as he grew up surfing. he spent most of his life in australia only moving to korea for university. he jumped at any opportunity he could have to get behind a wheel, loving the grip underneath his hands. was he driving his siblings to practice or offering to carpool with his best friend? you bet!
in high school, his love of driving only got worse when he discovered drag racing. it never stopped as he got older, if anything it got worse. he used much of his winnings to pay for college. he pursued a mechanical engineering degree, but never did much with it. he runs a sort of free-lance mechanic job while mostly being a ride-share driver. so, how’d he join the crew? well, mari claimed to “know a guy” and ollie literally rolled up with his lyft sticker on his car. now he’s the getaway driver, only requesting different cars to use thanks to their benefactor.
KAMON “ WALLY ” SUTTIRAT : rising fashion designer. the tailor. ocelot shifter.
wally grew up in a low-income family. they were immigrants to korea, running a sewing service out of their house. he could only dream of touching more than the clothes from neighbors needing mending. as soon as he was able, he was placing his small foot on a pedal and helping his mom sew. allowance immediately spent on the newest fashion magazines. late nights lost to fashion week on the tv.
unable to afford any high priced fabrics, he stuck to designing his own patterns and practicing on scraps. but he worked hard to afford design school on scholarship. he got a big break interning at a prestigious fashion studio that dealt with celebrities, politicians, and elitists alike. it only furthered his fiery passion for beautiful clothing.
he will most definitely pick you apart from head to toe. picture howl pendragon when sophie put the hat on w/ her new dress and he was like :0 he likes his aesthetics and he’s super gay. somehow he wound up in the heisting when he wouldn’t let up about why nana suddenly needed costumes.
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warm hued leaves rustle in the wind. jinsun takes a deep breath, a hint of pumpkin and pine in the air. children laughter echoes all around. a small frown pulls at his lips watching the families gather. lungs deflate and he turns his back from the pumpkin picking to settle on a nearby bench.
he sets his duffle bag next to him and pulls out his book. it’s rare he has much time to himself outside the rink or school. he savors the peaceful moments. though, he doesn’t dare admit the many moments alone are indeed...lonely.
head raises at the sound of barking — one, two, three! different howls. his lips inch up at the sides. it’s not unusual for dogs to be drawn to him given his nature. it’s the repeated animals that keep saying hi ( and the boy holding the leashes ) that makes it somewhat amusing. even if the first time he’d nearly been barreled down by the dogs.
“ hi, ” he mumbles reaching out to scratch one of the dog’s heads.