━ 𝘪𝘯𝘯𝘰𝘤𝘦𝘯𝘵 𝖘𝖔𝖗𝖗𝖔𝖜 @chcnce - Tumblr Blog

guess the TWENTY FOUR YEAR OLD OCTOBER baby just arrived to dallyeog! it makes sense, because HWA YOHAN / CHANCE HWA is just as CRISP as the month of OCTOBER. wait, why do they remind me of BANG CHAN? beyond that, they seemed RELIABLE AND PASSIONATE upon first glance. i heard someone say they’re sort of SELF-CONSCIOUS AND CAUTIOUS though. i hope they get acquainted here in COMPLEX # 4 / APARTMENT # 1 / FLOOR # 2 ; HE seem(s) to have a lot going on with HIS job as STREAMER.

hi! i’m lu and i’m really happy to present to you to my mess of a son. he’s certainly a hard pill to swallow but he’s not as bad once you get to interact with him. chance is his real english name, but also the persona he’s crafted to remain popular and relevant to the masses. he’s blunt and brutally honest, but mostly when he’s streaming. all in all: a whole ass mess, i insist.

without further ado, here are his basic stats, a trivia and wanted connections under the cut. however you can find his background and plots linked accordingly ( i’ll add other pages eventually ). i’m really fine with talking either here or discord, so whichever works fine for you, works fine for me too! i’ll be reaching to everyone go gives this a like soon enough <3

― he’s played all kind of games and his twitch channel was created 9 years ago (whew) and it currently has over 5 million subscribers. currently, he streams mostly genshin impact, valorant, league of legends, overwatch, spider-man: miles morales, cyberpunk 2077 and the witcher iii. every now and then he makes charity streams. he also makes special lives with other gamers and figures where they play games like among us, minecraft, fortnite (though he absolutely hates it), party animals, fall guys and other party games. ― despite the rumours around him and his parents, he’s never talked about them to the media. it’s not like chance hides the information, after all it’s online, but he swerves questions about them and pretty much decides to not say anything about them just to avoid controversy. his parents didn’t mind until last year the company they worked at offered him a sponsorship and yohan turned it down. it’s safe to say they were pretty hurt over this and they haven’t talked much recently. ― yohan is, in his words, the biggest fan of spiderman (not really) but he’s his favorite heroe of all times and he collects everything and anything that has him in it. his biggest collection is funko pops with over 30+ figurines. he collects funkos of various other interests of him as well as enamel pins. ― lowkey a weeb. he likes watching anime in his spare time and if he likes it too much, he’d buy the manga and read it as well. his latest obsessions are kimetsu no yaiba, boku no hero academia, haikyu and jujutsu kaisen. ― won’t ever admit this out loud, but almost every ghibli movie makes him cry his eyes out, even when he’s watched the same one over and over again. he prefers to watch these on his own. his favorite one is grave of the fireflies. ― it took him a while to get used to korean culture, a part of him is still trying to. luckily, his family would speak in korean in their household most of the time and this helped him not struggle as much when it came to the language. his streams are most of the time in english to cater to a bigger audience, but recently he’s got himself a small team of an editor and a translator that’s helped him add subtitles to the videos he uploads in youtube. ― his current setup is completely sponsored except for a few extra things he’s bought himself and he has minimal experience when it comes to builds, though he’s really interested in learning and has recently researched more about the whole topic, hoping to get his first custom build by the end of the year. ― has terrible road rage and this is the reason why he doesn’t own a car or a driving license, even being in the backseat makes him anxious and would much rather prefer to use the bus, a bike or his skateboard to commute between places. taxis and other rides are his last option, if he’s quite honest. ― as a neighbour, he’s polite and tries to be mindful just to avoid needless problems. the first thing he did was soundproof his office in order to not disrupt others, but sometimes this doesn’t work as well due to how loud he can be. chance will try to greet every neighbour he encounters either with a wave or a simple nod. ― loves dogs but doesn’t feel he’s responsible enough to take care of one yet, though he will certainly volunteer to pet-sit his friends’ dogs.

#dallyeog:intro #𝐜: \ \ ooc

lunarscopes

#𝐜: \ \ inspiration #𝐜: \ \ musings

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☾⠀.⠀⊹⠀ ◦⠀𝖘𝖔 𝖙𝖍𝖆𝖓𝖐 𝖌𝖔𝖉 𝖋𝖔𝖗 𝖕𝖑𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖜𝖎𝖘𝖙𝖘 𝖑𝖎𝖐𝖊 𝖞𝖔𝖚. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: @lostashore⠀ ◦⠀ ⊹⠀.⠀☽

⠀⠀⠀⠀ neon lights in hues of reds, blues and yellows as they beautifully light up joyful faces in multicolored magic. soft cotton candy bringing within sweet memories of youth and the inevitable comparison to the clouds above their heads. laughter seems like the ever permanent melody of the night accompanied every now and then with an orchestra of carnival rides mixed with the thrilled yells of its users as adrenaline courses through their veins. there’s an unmistakable energy in the air, one that makes one's hair to stand on end. it’s exhilarating, breathtaking, hectic.

chance can feel it in every fiber of his being, even more so after they’ve been in at least five other rides; the rollercoaster his favorite one. he’s been smiling; widely, honestly, freely. he can’t help it, he hasn’t been able to for the past hours. he wants to desperately blame it on their current location and everything around them, but that wouldn’t explain how come he’s been also smiling and laughing a little too easily from the moment he met up with her.

jisu.

a force to be reckoned with. as thrilling as an amusement park, interesting in ways he’s never seen before. a walking puzzle that seems to be always missing a couple of pieces, but maybe it’s meant to be that way. no one is ever fully complete. that doesn’t make her any less intriguing, any less beautifully chaotic. she’s on her mind more often than what he likes to admit and, that day, she’s also been closer than what they’ve ever been before.

he feels it without looking, when the young woman moves a step closer and something prompts him to do the same. distance almost non-existent as they walk side by side, childishly pointing to the next ride they want to get onto. chance chuckles at the enticing sparkle in her coffee brown eyes, it’s all too addicting to be with her. all too easy… frighteningly so. the furiously fast beat of his heart begs him for a moment of peace as his eyes have a glimpse of the ferris wheel and he misses the way his own eyes light up at the idea.

“ jisu? ” his voice comes quieter than intended and chance is aware that won’t do to get her attention. he tries again, only this time his fingers gently brushed over hers before giving her hand a gentle squeeze. “ why don’t we go there? ” is a simple question, one accompanied with a point of the finger to the ride before he looks at her, hoping to meet her eyes while at it. “ don’t you think it’d be a good last ride? ”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ starters #𝐜: \ \ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞 \ \ jisu

sseojinwoo:

。.・✩ star fragments slowly floating around @chcnce

☾・。. — walking up to his door after work that day, he didn’t expect to see anything propped up against the door and yet there it was, an unopened box sitting by the entryway, waiting to be picked up by the inhabitants of the home. that being him. yet, he doesn’t pick up it, only stares at the it as if he would get answers from the inanimate object if he stared hard enough. he wasn’t expecting a package, hadn’t bought anything, hadn’t been told by his parents that they were sending him something. so then… why was there a package sitting on his doorstep now?

perhaps if he had just strained his eyes a bit, he would’ve seen it. but it took him a minute before it registered. the package wasn’t addressed to him, the address was his but the name belonged to someone else that lived a few apartments down from his. without even realizing that he had been holding his breath, jinwoo felt his whole body relax as he walked down the hallway towards the apartment that the box was supposed to be delivered to. a close friend, perhaps that was how it got messed up. while filling out the address, yohan had probably put the wrong one. it was a simple mistake, one that anyone could have made. jinwoo was just glad he realized it instead of leaving the box outside for someone else to find.

gently, he rasps his knuckles against the door of the other’s apartment, hoping that the other was home, the box tucked beneath his arm as he stood and waited for the other to answer the door.

❝ hannie? ❞ he calls out after a moment, just in case the other had missed the knocks against his door, knocking again just to be certain, ❝ are you home? ❞

____

⠀⠀⠀⠀ gift giving was something chance has always miserably failed at. either he gave good ones but handed them over at the worst possible timing or what he decided to give was always out of place. his humour, sometimes like everyone’s and other times truly unique, played a huge part of it. this given that, on occasions, he liked to give things that were meant to be simple jokes… which turned out to be utterly disastrous.

a prime example was giving his sister a mug that said ‘singleton’ in big, bold letters for her 27th birthday. it made her cry. it was supposed to be an inside joke, one the siblings had laughed about before. nonetheless, chance was unaware that his sister had recently broken up with her boyfriend of four years ( she thought they were going to get married one day ) and really didn’t tell anyone in order to not ruin her birthday.

look how that turned out.

it was a fairly recent event and it made chance thoroughly hesitate whenever he wanted to give something out of the goodness of his heart, thus he’s decided to abstain from it altogether.

jinwoo became an exception to this when chance learned he was saving money for a drawing tablet. recently, he noticed his friend being a little more careful with the money and their recent outings had been to street stalls where food was cheaper. going to the movies or the arcade? out of the picture as he made it sound like he preferred to stay home and watch something there instead. chance didn’t want to read too much into this… until he learned the reason why.

he wasn’t rich in any means, his income was just enough to cover the monthly expenses and treat himself to a couple of things every now and then. however, when discovering what jinwoo wanted, it made him want to do something nice for him. after all, he wholeheartedly believed in his talent and knew that the instrument would do nothing but boost his productivity (or hope it would). so, he came up with a ‘brilliant’ plan to make it seem like an accident in order, asked his sister for help (after apologising profusely yet again) and put it into motion once the item was delivered at his place.

chance knew the knock on his door was coming, it was all part of the little scheme after ‘misplacing’ the box at jinwoo’s doorstep. still, he had to play his clueless part when opening the door and act surprised to see jinwoo there.

“ hey, jinnie. ” he greets with a smile, one he was trying to hold back from turning into a full on grin. he was a little too jittery and excited. “ what’s up? ”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ jinwoo #lu shut up challenge

kkotgilman:

𝐚 𝐤𝐤𝐭 𝐧𝐨𝐭𝐢𝐟 𝐟𝐨𝐫 @chcnce

╰ ☆ ❛ the whirring of the machines in the laundromat pounds a rhythm into his heart. hyunmin has many scents he likes in this world, but there’s a uniqueness to laundry he can’t quite place a finger. it reminds him of the petrichor that flitters through an open window when he’s lying underneath his covers. or the smell of his cat’s forehead when he’s nuzzling the feline on his couch. one pleasant afternoon flipping through a magazine as he waits for the dryer to beep, he finds his answer. he calls the laundromat scent comfort food for the nose.

today’s not the glorious afternoon he’s been hoping to revel in. a regret since he’s collected the perfect elements: the laundry room and a good friend as a company through the lazy midday golden hue.

his shoulders tense up the entire time a particular blonde boy steps onto the familiar tiles. brandy irises glancing away - the figure wouldn’t burn him the way the sun burns the cornea, yet it might as well equate to tossing shampoo at his unsuspecting face. so he doesn’t stare, but his ears are hyper-fixated to each movement made in the distance. hyunmin only registers he’s held his breath by accident when the sound of the other leaving echoes in the room’s silence.

❛ i haven’t seen him in a while. and i was fine with that. ❜ he remarks, the dryness of his tone a strong contender to the existing deserts around the realm. he leans back on the rusty chair to elbow the fellow beside him. ❛ i assumed he left the apartments. bummer, don’t you agree? ❜ a sigh slips through his mouth, ready to brace himself for the inevitable disappointment of seeing the man again so soon. but then an idea strikes. eyes widening, he turns to peer at chance with a cheshire grin dancing on his lips.

❛ hey, what do you think about… pulling a little prank? ❜

⠀⠀⠀⠀ if someone were to ask him ‘ hey what are your plans for today? ’, the last thing chance would’ve ever expected to answer was ‘ just doing laundry with a friend ’. not that he dislikes the activity. no. it actually is something he’s secretly grown to enjoy over the years ever since he moved on his own, especially so because of the softener’s smell and the ever comforting hug of clean blankets and recently washed towels.

no, that’s not why.

the reason is simpler and yet not so much at the same time. laundry seems like something only adults do and it makes everything a little more real. it never fails to make him realise how he’s a seemingly functional member of the society, an independent young adult with responsibilities such as this one. his younger self would’ve probably made fun of him for finding himself looking forward to doing something so simple. no one should be as excited as chance was to grab his basket full of clothes and go to the nearby laundromat.

yet, there he was, always more than happy to spend a couple of hours doing nothing but sorting the clothes by color, folding them when they’re ready and repeating the whole process the very next week. now, chance finds himself in the company of a really good friend doing something they both seemed to wholeheartedly enjoy and it’s not so much doing laundry that keeps him entertained in that very moment, but hyunmin’s calming presence only positively adds to it.

he was admittedly overjoyed when the other asked him to come along. however, an unwanted and unexpected someone decided to use the laundromat when they were there too. realistically, chance shouldn’t have anything against the blonde haired male, but being one of the main reasons for his previous relationship’s downfall (or so he liked to blame him), he can’t help but feel tense and annoyed the whole time he’s there.

it’s surprising, though, when hyunmin said something that seemed to mirror his very own thoughts. “ you know i agree. it was too good to be true. he’s a bad penny. ” chance admits with a click of the tongue. after hearing the offer and, at the mere prospect of mischief, his lips curled into a smirk.

“ what do you have in mind? ”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ hyunmin

winterlost:

♡ letter for @chcnce!

the gym’s a little crowded, danbi popping in with the rest of the working crowd after her shift at the post office. it’s her first time here, finally caving to the fitness movement that moved its way to dallyeog’s doorstep—the gym is literally a stone’s throw away, so she’s got nothing to lose! if she wants to make it big, of course she’s gotta aspire to those societal beauty standards, and danbi’s willing to put in the work for that.

she’s cute in her workout clothes and immaculate ponytail, doing a little bounce on the balls of her feet as she stakes her claim on a small side of the gym to do some warm up stretches. if she’s honest, she’s got no idea about gym equipment, or where to begin. her exercise routines are courtesy of youtube trainers and whatever she remembers of high school p.e., neither of which involve too much of what the gym’s got going on. it’s fine, she’ll just observe a couple of people and imitate what they do—that should be okay, right?

taking cues from the guy to her left, she picks up some kind of round weight, a handle sticking out at the top. oof, it’s heavy. still, she persists; he lifts it up over his head, so she does. he shifts it behind his head and she tries to follow… only she completely unbalances herself and gets dragged down by the weight, catching it just in time but most definitely feeling like she just dislocated her elbow.

ow. no one saw that!

⠀⠀⠀⠀ it was uncharacteristic for chance to go to the gym at such time of the day. after all, afternoons were always too crowded for his own liking and, being impatient as he is, he didn’t like waiting for his turn to use the equipment when he already had a clearly established routine he liked to stick to. this was a rare occurrence in the mornings; everyone who visited then seemed to follow an implied agreement of mutual respect and not taking unnecessarily long.

that day, however, a last minute change of plans forced him to modify his daily routine. even though chance was admittedly exhausted by the time he was done with his packed schedule, the idea of skipping gym for a day didn’t sit well with him. so there he was, warming up when his eyes laid in a quite interesting sight. a young woman, whom he’s never seen before, looking for a brief moment a little clueless but, the next second, she seemed to be confident in her actions. it was a little funny, but chance decided to not think much about it and go back to his own business.

that, until he noticed a couple of rookie mistakes in what she was doing. first, trying to copy the dude beside her wasn’t the greatest idea since he probably did know what he was doing and, secondly, the weight was perhaps a little too heavy for her complexion, especially if she was just starting to work out. chance was truly glad that he decided to wear a mask that day because it perfectly concealed the amused yet slightly mocking smile upon his face. assuming she might get hurt and to offer some help, it takes him a couple of strides to stand before the unknown woman and take the weight from her hands.

“sorry for overstepping… but i think you’re doing everything wrong.” he says, pulling down his mask to offer a friendly smile. “i mean it's admirable that you tried to copy him, but maybe i can help you with something less… life risking? are you okay though? that seemed like it hurt.”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ danbi

nakamatoo

No one can break the bond… than Nezuko and I share!

#𝐜: \ \ inspiration #hi still here slowly trying to get to things so sorry if im slow when it comes to ims and everything in general

moodboard meme :

bangxseojoon sent 🏠 for a moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics.

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lostashore:

𝒂 𝒍𝒊𝒕𝒕𝒍𝒆 𝒑𝒂𝒓𝒕𝒚 𝒏𝒆𝒗𝒆𝒓 𝒉𝒖𝒓𝒕 𝒏𝒐𝒃𝒐𝒅𝒚

* ft @chcnce

✧˖*°࿐ habits were hard to shake, especially when they were ingrained into basic human preservation. jisu’s social tendencies, be it with good intention or not, was both the thorn at her side and the coveted petals. having superficial acquaintances meant she were widely liked but it never seemed to bandage the ever looming cloud of loneliness. she supposes everyone else were in gripes with the same problems, otherwise they wouldn’t be obliging her like this, but it always seemed as if these things came easier to others than her.

she stood, right in the center of the living room of the building she rented ( because if anything, she knew better than to use her own place. no one respects the sanctity of one’s belongings during soirees ) at the absolute epicenter of the party. things have been in full swing for a while now, drinks being passed around, music filling in the space, drawing the few dancing closer together. still, the loneliness doesn’t lift. jisu was far too into her head to fully enjoy anything, which was annoying. what else were to remedy this but a distraction?

her request comes in the form of a guy who looks like he belongs in some cyberpunk video game, which she isn’t completely sure if that was a compliment or not. what she knew was that it was interesting, and she liked interesting. it was that and the fact that his face was all too familiar, like a shadow she couldn’t quite shake. she’d remember inviting someone as cute as him.

“this can’t be a coincidence at this point,” she says when she approaches him, keeping the rim of her red solo cup right at her lips. “you’ve got to be following me. otherwise how did we run into each other here, of all places?”

⠀⠀⠀⠀ getting a text from a friend that night was not unexpected, after all, chance would often be invited to parties every weekend. bare minimum details in a couple of lines made it clear, too, that he had no say as it was implied that he was expected to be there. without anything better to do, he only replied with a short text and upon arriving, the first thing that surprised him was the location. unlike the parties he normally crashed, this one seemed to be a little more planned, or so he thought as he ventured further into the room, scanning the crowd for a familiar face.

once he finds his friend, he taps him on the shoulder to get his attention. he doesn’t hold back the usual sarcastic remark over his outfit. ‘ it’s not funny anymore, you should’ve dressed differently. ’ and, as usual, he retails with a joke and a shrug. it’s shortly after that he’s excusing himself, apparently to refill his cups, leaving chance on his own, which doesn’t deter him from his original plan of making fun. it was normal that they always went their own ways in parties.

chance easily manages to mingle with some new people, some even recognising him, but almost every single person he attempted to talk to was either too snobbish or too pretentious for his own liking. that, the music and the questionable selection of drinks ( all he wanted was a beer and instead they kept shoving glittery cocktails in his hands ) just made him wonder how did his friend even end up in such a party.

finding a somewhat calmer place, chance is about to text his friends to let them know he’s leaving when a voice, a quite familiar one, caught his attention. “ you? ” he says with a tilt of the head, eyes slightly widened in genuine surprise. from everyone he knew, she was the least he expected to encounter here. “ i mean, it’s nice to see you, jisu. ” he corrects himself with a sheepish laugh.

“ i promise i’m not following you, a friend invited me. ” in that moment, chance couldn’t help the small smirk that curls his lips as he gives her a once over, perhaps a hint of something else in his eyes, something more playful.

“ but, hey, you never know. maybe this is a sign of some sort. ” he himself wasn’t the kind to believe in the absurdity of fate… yet, like she said, this can’t be purely coincidental. “ is this why i haven’t seen you in a while? were you too busy making a new outfit for this party? ”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ 𝐲𝐨𝐮 𝐬𝐭𝐢𝐥𝐥 𝐥𝐨𝐨𝐤 𝐥𝐢𝐤𝐞 𝐝𝐲𝐧𝐚𝐦𝐢𝐭𝐞 \ \ jisu

moodboard meme ( still accepting ! ) :

anonymous sent💕 for a moodboard on my muse’s view on romantic and/or sexual relationships : in which he's secretly a hopeless romantic.

❝ behind the hum and routine of daily living, there lay a persistent and wild longing for something he could not easily put into words. it felt like impulsive adventures and watching the sun rise over unfamiliar mountains, or coffee in a street café, set to the background music of a foreign language. it was the smell of the ocean, with dizzying seagulls whirling in a cobalt sky; exotic food and strange faces, in a city where no one knew his name. he wanted secrets whispered at midnight, and road trips without a map, but most of all, he ached for someone who desired to explore the mysteries that lay sleeping within him. the truly heartbreaking part was that he could feel the remaining days of his life falling away, like leaves from an autumn tree, but still this mysterious person who held the key to unlock his secrets did not arrive; she was missing, and he knew not where to find her. ❞

#𝐜: \ \ meme #𝐜: \ \ aesthetics

"yo, hannie," he greets his friend, a giddy grin plastered on his lips, proud of himself for his own pun, "get it? 'cause your name is 'yohan'? okay, that was all i needed you for, you may go on with your life now."

“ i seo what you did there, jinnie. ” he tries to keep a straight face, but miserably fails at it the second he chuckles at both, his friend’s pun and his own response. “truly amusing, jin. do you have more of those?”

#𝐜: \ \ asks #𝐜: \ \ jinwoo

moodboard meme ( still accepting ! ) :

sseojinwoo sent 💛 for a moodboard about our muses’ relationship.

#𝐜: \ \ meme #𝐜: \ \ jinwoo

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☾⠀.⠀⊹⠀ ◦⠀ 𝖓𝖔𝖙 𝖙𝖍𝖊 𝖒𝖔𝖘𝖙 𝖜𝖊𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖒𝖊𝖉 𝖌𝖚𝖊𝖘𝖙. ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: @96nikita ◦⠀ ⊹⠀.⠀☽

⠀⠀⠀⠀ “whose party is this again?” chance asked his friends over the loud music, hoping one of them would respond. however, they seemed to be too distracted checking out the rather prestigious and elegant club. he couldn’t blame them, his very own curiosity had him looking around the place as they made their way to what he assumed to be their assigned table. the more he observed, the more chance couldn’t help but to feel a little out of place while fixing the collar of his shirt.

earlier that day, one of his friends demanded him to dress up his best and not whatever he wears on the daily full of ‘useless pockets’. ‘ it’s going to be the party of the century ’ they said, and he thought they were just exaggerating. admittedly, chance was tempted to ignore it and wear whatever he wanted, but once he got the location, he understood why the dress code was so important. begrudgingly, chance dug through his closet and found something that was fitting for the occasion; a simple silk-like button down, cropped trousers and a blazer (which kept a bit of his preferred style with a small chain hanging from one of the pockets).

as more people arrived, he started feeling a little off, not completely sure if he should even be there in the first place, after all, the invitation was his friends’, not his. “ are you sure it’s fine? this feels... exclusive. ” chance whispered to one of his closest friends, which easily brushed it off with a small ‘ don’t worry, you know her ’. the next moment, everyone was getting up and chance followed instinctively. he assumed it was because the host had arrived, but he was beyond surprised when hearing his friends yelling an excited ‘ nikita! ’

no fucking way. is the sole thought in his mind and he’s immediately looking for the nearest exit. nonetheless, his escape plans are quickly frustrated when a oh-so-annoyingly familiar voice greets everyone, including him. he shrunk in his group of friends, hoping not to be seen but one of them dragged him by the wrist to the front. ‘ you remember chance, right? ’ they said and, had it not been because every gaze fell upon him, he would’ve hidden under the table.

clearing his throat, he offers a rather polite ( not to say forced ) smile to the woman. “ hey, nikita. happy birthday. ”

#𝐜: \ \ interactions #𝐜: \ \ starters #𝐜: \ \ nikita #this got unnecessarily long im sorry sdjkfhskjdfsf

moodboard meme ( still accepting ! ) :

lostashore sent 👗 for a moodboard about my muse’s fashion style : everyday aka awful taste fully inspired in videogames and anime.

#𝐜: \ \ meme #𝐜: \ \ visuals #look at him i hate him #wannabe eboy much?#𝐜: \ \ aesthetics

⠀⠀⠀⠀ ☾⠀.⠀⊹⠀ ◦⠀𝖔𝖋 𝖈𝖆𝖒𝖕𝖎𝖓𝖌, 𝖆𝖑𝖈𝖔𝖍𝖔𝖑 & 𝖆𝖜𝖋𝖚𝖑 𝖎𝖉𝖊𝖆𝖘 ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀⠀ ⠀⠀⠀ 𝘧𝘦𝘢𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘪𝘯𝘨: @ryugi⠀ ◦⠀ ⊹⠀.⠀☽

⠀⠀⠀⠀ he doesn't really remember the last time he went camping. what he does remember is that his experiences as a child and even as a teenager were not really all that pleasant. between fighting the bugs and struggling to build the tents, everything added to his dislike towards this particular outdoor activity. chance hoped, however, that his first real experience camping as an adult would prove to be different. a part of him was even looking forward to it.

this sentiment, whatsoever, only lasted for so long.

as soon as they arrived, he found himself annoyed by several things and, had it not been for another tenant helping him put his tent together, chance was sure he would’ve probably ended up sleeping out in the open. done with everything, he decided to retreat, grab one of the beers he had brought with himself, and started to drink his sorrows away. he expected this to be a lonesome activity, seeing how everyone was busy with… stuff, but soon, a familiar face joined him. it didn’t take them long to start playing truth or dare just because.

what was initially harmless, soon turned into a game that had chance really considering his options when it was his turn. gathering some more courage after a couple of beers, they both decided to completely omit the truths and go straight into the dares. thus, that’s how he ended up staring at a nearby lake.

“ why am i doing this again? ” chance asked in a slurred speech, eyes fixated on the body of water only a couple of metres away from them. then he slowly turns to look at gi, a frown in his expression while having another swig of his beer. “ i mean i know i said dare… or did i? ” his mind already in a state that struggled to remember things clearly which is how he easily sidetracked and, when noticing this, he shook his head a little.