in my blood

they told me i was awful man, that shit did not phase me. tell me how i suck again, my memory is hazy. "you're my favorite rapper, now" yeah, dude, i better be.

[fmdchangki-blog]

hello friends ! thank you and goodbye !

this post is gonna get real long and sappy probably, but after much consideration i’ve decided to leave famed. i don’t know when my little unfollow post will pop up, but i just wanted to post it before that gets posted. i think i’ve just reached my limit muse wise, and i hate to just stay here if im forcing myself to churn out threads with the same people. i joined bc a friend wanted me to and didn’t see myself staying past like two weeks, but i came close to four months which is crazy ! before this i wasn’t comfortable with my writing or never been in an rp, but now i’m way more confident in my writing ! 

so i just wanna say thank you to everyone who plotted me with as either changki/saeun and i’m extremely thankful that you guys took the time to develop threads and plots with me. i hope that me leaving, doesn’t upset you too much and forgive me for dropping threads/breaking connections ! i hope that i was a good rp partner ! to those that i didn’t get to plot with, i’m sorry that i was a little scattered brain at getting back to you, but please try to enjoy your time here ! 

if you’d like to keep in touch, you can reach me on discord with is ty track#0755 or if you’d like to be mutuals on twt, my @ is dulcetaeyongs ! 

but thank you ! i’ll miss you all ! 

[fmdchangki-blog]

hewwo ! my hiatus is almost over and i just wanted make a lil plot call/update post ?? 

i am considering dropping saeun.. maybe.. ever since i took her up, she’s never felt right ? if that makes sense. i’ll work on her current replies and see if something changes but u know... probably not. i hope those who plotted with her won’t be upset with me ! i hate breaking connections and dropping threads fjdsk 

but i would like to get some new threads for ki since he’s lacking those atm ! if we have a thread and you would like to drop it for a new one, please let me know i would love to think of more plots/threads for my boy ! so hit the like button and i’ll slide into your dm/discord if you have one ! and ofc if we havent plotted yet, i would love to plot w all the new members ! 

[stolligaseptember]

Are you smelling that shit?

Eau de résistance

[patdsnaps]

[nct95]

just ask him the question ヽ(#`Д´)ﾉ

[iseulxfmd-blog]

   something had changed, their text conversation was the evidence. flirting with changki was always something that came with ease, he couldn’t even remember the last time they had spoken to each other in such a manner. of course what happened in japan was in the back of his mind, having to put changki to sleep and wondering what it meant for their future. the last thing he wanted to do was get his hopes up for something happening, the dancer would much rather expect nothing to make it easier. the few hours they spent at the dance studio together meant a lot to him, it had felt like nothing had ever changed. there were jokes, moments filled with laughter. once they had walked into the dorm, a spike of anxiety hit iseul as they stood in the hallway. “you can come to my room if you’d like.” his voice was low, almost as if he didn’t want changki to hear him. it was a risk to as suggest such a thing, but he was willing to risk the rejection. “i have the room to myself tonight, so you don’t gotta like worry about anyone catching us. plus you look like you need the rest, hyung. you did say you always slept better with someone next to you.” @fmdchangki

[fmdchangki-blog]

changki had felt himself slipping. little by little, he was opening himself up again to iseul. iseul knew changki both inside and out, but after they split, changki hadn’t properly spoken to the younger male. he didn’t avoid iseul, but they never went past the casual conversations. changki thought it was stupid of him to miss iseul. it was changki’s choice to break up with the younger. maybe his loneliness was getting the best of him. while changki had a circle of close friends. changki could never fill the romantic void; he tried but changki couldn’t let himself move on.

it was like they were starting all over again; strangers becoming something more. the time spent in the dance studio threw him back to trainee days. changki felt happy, truly happy, with iseul. which scared the leader, but a part of changki was done being cautious. the offer to stay in iseul’s room catches changki off guard. had changki not been listening, he wouldn’t have heard the other’s offer. “only if it’s okay with you,” changki says quietly. there’s a slight feeling of anxiousness that runs through him. changki hadn’t expected iseul to want to spend more time with him. changki smiles weakly, “i just sleep better next to you.” he says as he looks down at the floor, “i always feel,” a blush creeps on changki’s face as he pauses, “safe with you. are you sure you want me with you? i can just go to my room.” changki asks, looking up at the boy before him. 

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdminah:

❝i didn’t see you there, i didn’t hurt you did?❞

                     ❛ Minah has always had a figure that girls would envy, according to news articles and doctors. Gaining weight was never part of her problems but she liked keeping up with her routine. Working out, playing sports and drowning herself in all the good food that money can buy. “I want this.” She said the line more than a couple of times as her dark orbs would fall upon a snack after snack. Filling up her cart with the good things with no care. Her fingers quickly grasp on the snack, dumping it on the cart with the other snacks that she had obtained along the way. Her eyes would wander, scanning the shelves leisurely. The little amount of people present at the supermarket at that time made shopping easier for her. Fearing nothing as she examines the pack of jellies and shoving it into the cart with everything else. Minah soon finds the one she’s been looking for. 

“Banana.” She smiles widely, expressing her love for the flavored milk drink. Parking her cart in a safe spot, she walks over to grab her drink and everything else was a blur with her attention on the drink itself. The sudden bump makes her step back and wobble a little, almost tripping herself. “It’s okay!” Minah was about to wave off the almost accident when she recognizes the male’s voice. “Changki?” Tilting her head to catch his gaze. “It’s you, right?” He was no stranger to the female. Though they never really had a proper interaction, Minah was fond of younger males because of her brother. Changki’s case was on a different scale though, as he always seem to avoid her yet he has mentioned her as his ideal type, which she is more than aware of. “I almost tripped.” She cutely whines and pouts her tinted lips at him. “No. It hurt. You hurt my feelings because you didn’t see me.” ❜

changki can feel the heat rise in his cheeks at seeing minah. his first instinct was to run out of the store. changki could have ran into anyone else and it would have been fine. although, the world wanted to embarrass him. changki didn’t actively try to avoid minah, but he just happened to leave if she was in the same room. maybe changki was being overdramatic, but he felt weird that minah knew that she was his “ideal type”. changki thought he only said her name because they were in the same company, but changki did find minah attractive. changki can only nod as minah ask if it’s really him, “ah yes, it’s me.” he laughs out. changki feels the blush grow as minah teases him. he offers her a small bow, “ah, noona, i’m sorry. i didn’t mean to bump into you.” changki apologizes, “i was a little distracted, i’m sorry. please forgive me?”

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdreign:

         a muted vision of notes that scribbled itself across the pages, a finger dragging across the note, a subtle mimicking of the note hums from closed lips. a hand comes up to comb back the blonde strands that hindered his sight. a sigh leaving him before leaning back on the chair. to say he was confident in his vocal abilities would be a lie, the boy was but a coy representation of his timid soul. an alluring viridescent shade that lingered in his hues, his contacts easily allowing him to see more clearly, rubbing at his eyes gently.

         as he hears the other’s voice, tired orbs travel up to meet changki. despite having no such experience in teaching another person vocal control, reign always tried his best for the other. a chuckle leaving him as the other spoke,  ❝ you should’ve texted me beforehand, i could’ve taken you somewhere to eat before we started. ❞  feeling a hint of guilt in his presence, a hand raising to rub at his nape. ❝ ah yea, start singing whenever you’re ready. ❞  a slight tug of his corners, ❝ and if you feel hungry, feel free to stop and we can grab something to eat, or you could… binge on these. ❞  another chuckle, this time more gleeful than the last.

changki shakes his head, “eh, it’s late. i can survive on these snacks. i bought more than enough anyways.” changki plucks out one of the gummy snacks he bought. he tears it open, offering reign first pick. “although if you get hungry, i would love to accompany you wherever you want to go.”

changki notices the tiredness in reign’s eyes, “are you okay?” changki is already scanning the other for any signs of illness. changki tired not be so mother hen with his friends, but it was a natural instinct. “if you’re feeling tired, we could have canceled. i hate keeping you up if you’re tired.” changki said with a slight pout. he was used to late nights and surviving on less than 3 hours of sleep. 

[nakamotens]

flirt now, regret later

[fmdchangki-blog]

changki birthday is coming up so if anyone would like to do any plots centered around his bday.. lemme know

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdtaisei:

     THE FLUSHED TONES OF CORAL IMBRUE CHEEKS — despite the repetition of validation that all is well with the intent of drawing the opposite. the appeal to please, however, was adamant in his system; the maknae a zealous to fostering agreeable circumstances for each person he meets. never did he want to act out of place (unless called for); therefore, having been secret with his sketching of the other was out of character. taisei should have asked for permission beforehand, but he was foolish. that much is obvious at the present.  

     straightening his posture, shoulders stiff with arms crossed over chest to press the sketchbook again, his lips were pressed into a thin line as well. all to illustrate a composure of his lingering embarrassment. he was flattered by the compliments, but he dismissed them slyly with a mumble of thank you. he was not the best artist; therefore, he thought he was undeserving to such flattery. “no, please —” still his words rushed from the shame, “there is no need to pose. do not be foolish, hyung.” when called c u t e, though, he only became flustered furthermore. he was a mess. “don’t tease me, hyung. i am already of cherry; no need to blister me as so.”

changki was glad to see that taisei had calmed down. he wouldn’t want to leave the younger with a bad impression of himself. changki only continues to chuckle, “okay, but you know where to find me if you need for your artistic needs.” there’s a slight silence and then changki remembers why he entered the room in first place. changki moves to check the desktop and finds his usb still plugged in. a sigh of relief escapes him, “oh it’s still here.” changki mutters to himself. 

once the usb drive is back in his possession, changki moves to leave the room. “okay, i won’t tease you. i wouldn’t want theo to scold me later for causing you trouble. you’re waiting for him, right? i’ll leave now, i’ve already bothered you enough for today.” changki says as he gives taisei a slight bow, “i didn’t mean to startle you, next time i’ll knock.” changki promises with a smile. 

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdtaeyong:

[ 📩  ⇒ changki ] : that’s understandable. [ 📩  ⇒ changki ] : i bet. you’re not doing so great now though? [ 📩  ⇒ changki ] : if you can’t spend your money on a sea otter plushie, what can you spend it on in this day and age? he could have been waiting by your side for your next breakdown but now… now he might be by someone else’s side

[ 📩  ⇒ taeyong ] : i mean, i’m okay. just tired, i guess. on all tiers, i can’t seem to just.. feel fully rested? it’s nothing new. i’ll manage somehow. [ 📩  ⇒ taeyong ] : how are you doing, by the way? i hope you’re doing well.  [ 📩  ⇒ taeyong ] : i don’t know, it just couldn’t justify buying it. i’m not used to buying things just for the fuck of it. he was cute, tho. i miss him, i hope wherever mr. sea otter’s home is he’s happy. [ 📩  ⇒ taeyong ] : i’ll just have to be happy hugging my pillow. 

[fmdchangki-blog]

your love is scaring me. no one has ever cared for me as much as you do. 

[LISTEN]

he’s not used to people wanting him. he doesn’t expect anyone to want him. love him. he shies away from affection, it’ll turn into hate in the end. he expects everyone to leave him. until he comes in and shows him that he’s worth it. he lets himself fall in love, he never thought that would happen. it all seems so blissful, he’s lets himself be happy. for the first time in his life, but of course it doesn’t last. but now the roles have switched. changki is the one who leaves. he’s the one who hurts someone else and he hates himself. but it’s what he deserves right? he spends weeks, maybe months, trying to act like nothing wrong is, but it always feels so empty. 

the wall he’s built, trying to keep his feelings at bay, crumbles at seeing him smile. he laughs at himself, a simple smile is all it takes and he’s letting himself fall again. he wonders how iseul can just forgive him. after all he’s done, he shouldn’t be forgiven. but iseul wipes away his tears without question, like nothing ever happened. that’s when changki realizes that he’s in love. truly, with every fiber of his being he loves him. he realizes that he’s allowed to want something, that he can put himself first. he doesn’t have to please everyone around him, he can do things for himself. even if there is a consequence, he’s not afraid of it anymore.

@iseulxfmd

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdminah:

( ✉️ → changki ✨ ) That’s true. You make a lot of sense, but believe me when I say it will test your patience, endurance and strength in ways you’ve never imagined it will. 🤔 ( ✉️ → changki ✨ ) It will frustrate you big time too. Not in a good way either!!! Though if you learn it, people will get frustrated by you in many ways. Like, sexually, for one. ( ✉️ → changki ✨ ) Yes, trust me! I’ve been pole dancing for years now. I do it for fun, I guess? It’s good to help you get in touch with your sexual side and for boosting up your self confidence too, but seeing you on stage? I don’t think you need it at all. ( ✉️ → changki ✨ ) BUT HEY! don’t let me tell you what to do! If you’re really ready to be daringly sexy and alluring, then I shall be your mentor! ( ✉️ → changki ✨ ) You just asked me to be your teacher so get ready to see me a lot more than usual. 😏😏😏

[ 📩 ⇒ minah ] : i’m ready. i might complain, but just keep telling that i can’t give up.  [ 📩 ⇒ minah ] : do you mean like sexually frustrated ? or that they’ll be frustrated because im being sexual ?  🤔 🤔 🤔 🤔  [ 📩 ⇒ minah ] : haha, i try my best. my stage presence isn’t as good compared to everyone else, i think. but i feel like i could benefit from getting in touch with my sensual side.  [ 📩 ⇒ minah ] : teach me ! i’m putting all my faith in you, songsaenim ! teach me the ways of pole dancing. 

[fmdwren-blog]

( ✉️ → changki ) : as soon as a i have a free night we’re all going out. ( ✉️ → changki ) : the group of us. ( ✉️ → changki ) : i need alcohol and a night where i don’t worry about everything in the world.

[fmdchangki-blog]

[ 📩 ⇒ wren ] : please. [ 📩 ⇒ wren ] : i need to get drunk out my mind. we can go to norebang and order a shit ton of alcohol. [ 📩 ⇒ wren ] : i feel like i’m gonna breakdown at any given moment. i’m tired. 

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdjoonsoo:

joonsoo had only gone to the supermarket because someone in the dorm, he wasn’t exactly sure who, had decided to take it upon themselves to eat the last of his kimchi, the kimchi his mother had made for him and brought all the way to seoul from their little farm in jinsari. he had been angry at first, but the anger quickly melted away into acceptance and he grabbed his wallet and cell phone before making the short trip to the nearest grocery store. he was only planning on being there for a few minutes, in and out as he liked to say, but he ended up with a cartful of food. 

he was in the process of reading through the nutritional facts on the back of a box of cereal when he felt someone bump into him. because of his large and bulky frame he barely jolted from the impact, but he definitely did feel it. his eyes settled on the culprit, and he smiled when he realized who it was. “no, you didn’t hurt me, changki. you should probably watch where you’re going though, hmm? you wouldn’t want to run into someone who isn’t as nice as me,” he joked. 

it feels like he ran into a brick wall. the person before him barely registers the impact, but changki stumbles a bit. the pack of banana milk falls from his grasp, thankfully it doesn’t get damaged. changki huffs as the familiar voice teases him. “joonsoo?” he asks in disbelief. a small frown graces the leader’s face. “hopefully, next time i run into someone who’s softer than you. seriously, it feels like i ran into one of the shelves.” changki whines at the male before him.

changki leans down to pick of the up carton of milk from the floor. he hides it in the crook of his arm, trying to conceal his choice of drink from his friend. “seriously, what do you eat? i thought i ran into a brick wall.” changki tries to tease, but his voice goes softer, “although, sorry again. i wasn’t paying attention.”

[fmdchangki-blog]

fmdlia:

Lia hated going to the supermarket. Not for the obvious reasons, like being too lazy to do the food shopping on her own, but for the reason that whenever she went shopping she always ended up with more than what she went there for. It happened not just with food shopping, but clothes shopping too. She’d even gone into a furniture store for a lamp and ended up leaving with a brand new bedroom set. It was safe to say that she couldn’t be trusted in a store alone. 

That time was no different. Placing a few packs of ramen (that she definitely didn’t need) into her cart, she went to go farther down the aisle when she felt some bump into her. The strong nudge had forced her to jolt forward, banging her knee against the metal cart in front of her. “Ow,” she gasped, reaching down to rub at her knee. “You kind of did,” she bit out, before letting out a sigh. “It’s fine though. It was obviously an accident. Are you alright?” In that particular moment, she didn’t really care if he was alright or not. All she cared about was the dull aching that hadn’t yet subsided in her knee. 

changki immediately feels horrible when he hears the exclamation of pain came from the female before him. panic arises as changki realizes it’s his labelmate that he’s ran into. aside from the standard idol pleasantries, changki hadn’t interacted with lia before. although, it seems fitting that their it’s first interaction and changki had managed to leave a bad impression. “ah, i’m so sorry, i didn’t mean to hurt you. i should have paid more attention.” 

changki shakes his head. he wasn’t hurt at all, but in the moment he wanted to make sure that lia was okay. the last thing changki wanted was for her to have a bad interaction with him, “i’m fine. although, that’s hardly important. is there anything i can do?” changki offers while pointing to her knee, “i can buy you an ice pack? please let me make it up to you.”