times like these

[groupth1nk]

modest ✭ a solo

Tyson isn’t a shy person, not in the ways that most often assumed he was, at least, but he finds his jaw glued firmly shut the second he arrives at his aunt’s house to find that his sister was already there. He knows he’s making things awkward because he can read the confusion in his aunt’s eyes when he isn’t his usual boisterous, or perhaps slightly obnoxious, self; he’s just not sure of how to approach this whole thing.

There is both a preponderance of feelings, most of them hurt, but also a sort of void of emotion, a combination that sounds as thought its components must be mutually exclusive yet one that manages to exist just fine in Tyson’s heart.

He knows it’s not her fault, but there’s something about the distance between them that stings a little, especially because he assumes, much like their parents, that she’s embarrassed by her relation to him.

At the same time, they just don’t really know one another. Their relationship is functionally non-existent. He’s just unsure of how to treat her, this person he should know that he doesn’t know that he wants to know but also doesn’t want to presume he can know.

He’s not shy, but he hates this sort of unsteady social ground; it deadens the connections in his brain.

Truth be told, he’d been avoiding his aunt a bit, too. Being away from his family, from the energy they were saturated in had been a breath of fresh air, and even though his aunt wasn’t that way, she still reminded him of his mother.

He knows it’s unfair to punish her for his mother’s so-called sins, but he just…hates being reminded of how this feels, of how it feels to be with people you’re supposed to belong to and yet feel like you’re an intruder of some kind.

Dinner is fine though, pleasant even, when all is said and done.

Tyson does duck into the restroom to cry the pointless tears of an idiot clown, of course, but once he’s vented those self-pitying tears, he’s able to nearly enjoy himself.

He discovers that his aunt was dealing with some medical issues he wasn’t aware of. He discovers that he and his sister have the same laugh. And he discovers that he really wants to try and see the both of them more often.

And yet, once he steps out into the night air and begins to make his way to the station to get home, he’s relieved to be where he sort of feels like he’s meant to be—alone in the dark.

[groupth1nk]

starlight ✭ a starter for @sutetaraii

It’s kind of funny, really. Tyson can’t actually remember the last time he and Hiro had actually met up in person, and yet he wouldn’t hesitate to call the guy his friend—in a way, their friendship being primarily virtual had allowed him to leapfrog over the awkward bits and straight into the two of then being legit bros.

Hiro had sort of basic dude taste in video games, frankly, and he’d forced Tyson to play a pretty substantial amount of FIFA, and then PUBG, but Tyson had managed to get into his brain and infect him with a bit of his vibe, apparently, because they’d been branching out into things he found a little more interesting. And to be truthful and honest, Tyson had actually come to enjoy the other stuff, too. He’d never thought of himself as a competitive soul, so he’d never really branched out into playing shooters or sports games or anything like that, but with Hiro, it was fun.

The infection was mutual.

It was a friendship the likes of which he’d abandoned when he’d moved to Korea to attend university, and it was something he found himself kind of missing. His friends here were great, but sometimes he just wanted someone to banter with who wasn’t going to take it super personally when they got called a swear. He’s snapped clean from his pondering by the familiar bounce of the Discord ring tone.

“What’s up, bitch?” Tyson says with a smirk as he answers the call, “Is your ass ready for total annihilation?”

[lovehighways]

being told so blatantly by his date that he's more excited for him than the movie they're going to watch makes wonhee blush, hard. it's a genuine, deep scarlet that gradually blooms across the apples of his cheeks, and he knows that his cool-toned pale complexion is going to completely give him away. it makes him feel lame to be so flustered by a comment like that, but he can't help himself. he's weak when it comes to words of affirmation and sweet-nothings. if tyson learns how to weaponize that at all, wonhee will be royally fucked.

desperate not to lose his cool, he unveils an impish smirk, then laughs. "ditto." his response, much like tyson's, is short and sweet; straight to the point. if a more clear communication pattern is what works best for the other man, then wonhee is more than happy to satisfy him. "i'm a little afraid that, even after the movie starts, i won't be able to stop myself from peeking over at you the entire time..." he's always wondered why the go-to first date option revolves around watching films together. maybe it's a test of restraint and that's wherein the issue lies.

he's never been good at that.

"so, if i end up getting too distracted, it's your fault." just then, he feels tyson's hand embrace his knee, and as simple as that motion is, it's enough to cause chills to glissade down the length of his legs. he hums into the contact, his natural sensuality finding it appealing that his guest already feels so comfortable touching him. knowing that gives him the green light to cuddle whenever the time comes. sweet. "you know, i've always been curious about claymation, too. clay, in general. i've never tried, like, sculpting anything like that, but it seems fun."

he stores that idea in his mind for a future get-together. maybe the two of them can create their own little world of characters? it could be yet another way from them to get to know more about one another. "well, if you want to make that type of commitment, i will, too. however, i don't think it'll only be you that drives me insane." wonhee giggles, shaking his head. "i, uh... well, we'll just have to see how long it takes me to drive you insane. i feel like that's the likelier option."

not wanting tyson to think too much about it, he's quick to change the subject. "will you get me a chocolate covered strawberry, please?" he asks, then waits in anticipation with his mouth agape, expecting tyson to feed him.

[groupth1nk]

Tyson isn't sure of how to respond to Wonhee's flirtation. at least...he thinks that's what it is. It has to be, right? His superpower is obliviousness; there's been many a time in his life when someone has had to spell it out letter by letter for him that they were interested. Regardless of whether or not Wonhee meant it, Tyson's face goes hot—he swears he can feel every little capillary widen one by one, a thousand little pinpricks across his cheeks and chin. He wasn't used to this sort of thing. "Oh please, why would you want to look at me?" he mutters, although the smile that parts his lips makes it rather obvious that he is beyond pleased. He's happy not to linger too much on it lest he burst into flame and burn this lovely house down to its foundation.

He's relieved that Wonhee brings up claymation.

"It's a lot of fun. Especially like...me mostly having done 2D stuff my whole life, and doing illustration now, it's like...it forces you to think in a different way, because obviously the kind of designs that read well in two dimensions don't necessarily translate one to one to three. And character design..." he realizes he's about to start rambling, and cuts himself off, "Sorry. I shouldn't talk over the movie."

It usually took Tyson a while to get to this point with friends, to where he was mister motormouth blabbing on endlessly, but something about Wonhee really set him at ease.

"And nah. I don't know how you could drive anyone insane. Especially me. I'm like...forged in the fires of insanity. I am insanity."

He says this as he reaches down to pluck a chocolate-decorated strawberry from the charcuterie that Wonhee had so graciously laid out for the two of them, bringing it up to Wonhee's lips. He'd be lying if he said this was the first time he'd ever let his eyes linger on his friend's lips, delightfully plump, and so impossibly pink as they were. He watches a little too intently as those lips open and close about the fruit at his fingertips, trying to ignore the way his body reacts, lest he give away to Wonhee that he's a bit of a gross pervert.

[groupth1nk]

. ݁₊ . ⊹ ₊ ݁.

Tyson basically needs all stimuli dialed up to eleven at this point to feel anything, so if you experience a lapse in judgement and give him the aux, you’re about to slam into a wall of danceable noise. He likes high intensity, and although a lot of the lyrics of the songs he loves the most are actually quite gloomy, he’s also partial to nonsense. One could argue that everything he listens to, mostly hyperpop and 2010s EDM, with brief forays into pop punk, is all nonsense. He’d probably agree. He likes music that makes him want to dance, or that tickles the brain, something just as frenetic as his interior world is.

3OH!3 - SLUSHIE Calling all my fucking freaks, come put me on a leash // Before I let you drip, drip, drown me // ‘Cause too much is not enough // I’m swimmin′ in your slush // So baby let me sip, sip, sip, sip

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GUPI - MODEST And I’ll make lots of friends that I’ll never see again // Back home, on my own, with my pills and my phone // I’ll stare into my screen until it makes me wanna groan // And I’ll get myself food that I don’t wanna eat // Just shove it in my mouth and then I’ll try to go to sleep // And dream through the night 'bout things that I said // And things that I did that I wish I could amend

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CHARLI XCX - PARTY 4 U I don’t know what you were waiting for // You know that I’ve been waiting for you // I only threw this party for you // Yeah, if you saw my tears, would you touch me? // Kiss me on the mouth, say you love me?

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UNDERSCORES - MUSIC And I don’t know what to do // Never gelled this well with someone // I just want to catch up to you // And I don’t know where it comes from // And my leg is fast asleep // And there’s no way I can move it // You don’t gotta stay back for me

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2006WR - WITH U I like the way I feel when I’m with you // And I hope you do too // When I’m with you // You take me higher

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BREATHE CAROLINA - EDGE OF HEAVEN When you taught me this // I’ll take my place // Amongst the angels // With my seven sins // I’ll reign again

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TOMMY FLEECE - BFFS HOUSE I wanna be your boyfriend // Take me to your best friend’s house tonight

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BRING ME THE HORIZON - DIE4U SIX IMPALA REMIX You know that I’d breathe for you // Let me see my halo, even though it’s painful // I’m prepared to lose // You know that I’d die for, I’d cry for you

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8485 - 4REAL There was something between you and me // Like, do you get what I mean? // It gives me thе creeps // Sometimes I can’t remember if I fell asleep or if I’m still awake // And half across the street I saw you // And I couldn’t work out how to speak

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S3RL - PRETTY RAVE GIRL I know this pretty rave girl, always think about her // And when she says “Hi” to me, butterflies go right through me // And when I see her dancing, wanna take a chance and // Get in a little closer, and maybe get to know her

[hwanwooyoung]

he's just a cutie patootie 😗🫳🏼

[kyuhuis]

"Maybe he was bi... Didn't he have like... luscious long eyelashes? And suspiciously nicely styled facial hair?" He strokes an imaginary beard, then tilts his head as he considers Dracula's interest in Lucy Westenra, "I don't think he was into her in that kinda way, it seemed much more that she was convenient and easy to hypnotise." If Kyuhui were a vampire trying to seduce someone into letting him suck their blood, he'd probably choose the easiest romance-loving person he could find too. Poor Lucy, killed by her big heart and softness.

"You haven't read Dracula? Dude, you have to! It's a classic!" Kyuhui had devoured the 19th century novel with gusto years back, and then challenged himself to read it in English too after he'd gotten a better grasp of the language in his late teens. "The book doesn't say he's gay, but there's some parts that, given the time it was written in, would indicate he wasn't your typical masculine man, which I guess was considered basically the same as being gay."

He hadn't read something casual and easy since he was in elementary school, and the realisation hits a little uncomfortably. He'd always thought that, given his limited time on earth, he should aim to make the most of the time he has available to only consume the very best in literature and film, but maybe he needed to see, and read, some real stinkers to remind him why the greats were so great.

"I've heard of Diary of a Wimpy Kid, but I never read it. I liked The Girl Who Fell Beneath the Sea, and Children of the Rune series. Have you read those?" For a moment, a nostalgic burst of excitement blossoms in his chest at his memories of sitting beneath a tree in the playground at school, nose buried in a book that had been passed around almost every kid in his grade already. It had been all the rage at that time.

Grabbing another drumstick once he's tossed the completely cleaned off bone of his last one into the plastic bag their food was delivered in, Kyuhui hums. "You're right though. I don't want to go to all the effort of trying to make something overdone unique, when I could pick something already unique. Do you have ideas for what you'll dress up as yet?"

[groupth1nk]

Tyson loves Kyuhui.

You just needed to rev him up and let him rip like a Beyblade and he'd flap his gums about bullshit for hours at end with little input. Tyson found it thrilling, and rather hypnotic to observe, in a brainless sort of way, in the same way a dog might watch the spin cycle.

"Tell you what, I'll pop my brain in and like, read Dracula. Just for you, dude. So we can about Lucy whoever. Western Bra?"

He smiles, watching his buddy prattle on a bit about children's literature, and he chuckles again, wondering if his smile was a little too obviously fond; not that Kyuhui would notice.

"Like I told you, dude, I'm basically illiterate. I liked those books because they're most pictures. But...no. I haven't read basically anything. I'm due to be educated."

He watches as his friend grabs another piece of chicken, and out of impulse, he grab's Kyuhui's wrist, holding it in place so he could bend forward and take a bite of it instead, from Kyuhui's hand.

"I honestly have no clue. I have a long list of shit I've wanted to dress up as for Halloween." he says through a mouthful of Kyuhui's chicken. "I've wanted to try really constructing something. Like doing something real crazy."

[lovehighways]

it isn't often that he brings a man into his home, especially under more intimate circumstances, but wonhee felt like he could share his place with tyson and not be judged for it. at least not completely. ever the shadowy figure, he tries not to wear his heart on his sleeve too often. his ex-boyfriends know where he lives and used to make themselves at home here, but that's largely been it. ever since he moved in, wonhee's felt rather isolated. explaining the details to someone is awkward and always makes him sad, so hosting guests is just... complicated. people are nosy. he doesn't blame them because he can be the same way, but that doesn't make it any less annoying.

nevertheless, he finds how tyson topples onto his couch extremely endearing. the way his longer, sturdier frame settles into the cushions exudes nothing short of comfort, and wonhee's glad that he was able to curate a peaceful enough vibe for the two of them to enjoy. he's aware that his home feels rather empty and cold. there's valid reasons for that, he just hates that it doesn't create a very welcoming energy. hopefully tyson doesn't pick up on the blueness too much. wonhee would hate it if his latest crush was sucked into its void.

from what he remembers of tyson's summary, the film they're set to watch should counteract any residual gloom with its charm. he's never seen it before, but it seems like something he'd appreciate. makes him wonder if that's a reason tyson chose it.

when he's beckoned over to the empty space beside his date, he obliges with no question, motioning to sit maybe a little too close to him. somehow, he has a hunch that the other won't mind their new proximity. "you don't have to chill." he replies, offering a smile. "i like that you're excited. i am, too." wonhee's so tempted to just use his guest's physique as his bed-frame in this moment, but he doesn't want to be too presumptuous with his actions. he knows he moves too fast, that he pounces whenever someone is in his grasp, and he's trying to practice not coming on so strong.

"i've already got the movie pulled up on the tv, so we can press play whenever we're ready to start. there's snacks and drinks on the table." wonhee's pretty proud of the assortment he arranged. it's a blend of savory, spicy, and sweet offerings. he wants to get a feel for what tyson prefers so he's better prepared if they hangout again.

"i've been thinking about what movie i want to show you, by-the-way. i'm still not totally sure, but i've got some ideas. some of them are series, but i don't know if you'd be down with that." he grins, then licks his lips.

"that'd require you to spend a lot more time with me."

[groupth1nk]

Tyson takes a breath, the tension leaving his shoulders and draining from his chest, like his body were a pricked balloon; he liked that about Wonhee, that he had this way of cutting Tyson's social anxiety before it really got to sprout. He's not sure how he does it, honestly, there's just something about him wherein he doesn't inspire the same kind of unease that he is prone to with a lot of other people. Of course...he wonders if that anxiety wasn't just delusion, anyways. Maybe Wonhee was a sweet placebo.

Tyson liked to dig himself into this hole where he convinced himself that his friends were all only tolerating him.

He supposes what it really was was that he found himself quite annoying, insufferable, even. He's shameless, it seems, until his head hits the pillow and he tries to get to sleep only to be haunted by the specters of how he'd humiliated himself that day. He shouldn't have said that. He was being too loud then. That joke didn't land. He was trying too hard.

But he'd never been worried about that with Wonhee.

And when that very boy sits beside him, Tyson drags his eyes up his figure, up the soft lines of his body to the soft lines of his face, and he smiles.

"I'm more excited about you than the movie." Tyson says, his confession casual as could be, "But I do love this movie. This studio's films in general. I used to want to do claymation, actually."

He leans back a bit, deciding to forego the tangent he could go on for the time being, resting his arm along the back of the sofa, although just as soon as he's settled, he leans forward, propping himself up with a hand on Wonhee's knee to sample the rather impressive spread that Wonhee had prepared.

"If you can't decide we'll have to watch them all." he says with a smirk, "We'll have to take bets out on how many movies or episodes or whatever before I start to drive you insane."

[groupth1nk]

How do you handle confrontations?

"Kind of head on. Like...a little too head on, maybe. I think I generally try to avoid a fight if it's not over something deep, but if someone asks for one or if they're being an asshole it's like a flip is switched and I strike." Ty wishes he was more ashamed of this impulse, but he simply isn't. Every time he's ever really blown up at someone, he'd done so with a moral high ground. Well, almost every time.

[groupth1nk]

are you as good of a chef as your cookbook-writing mom, or are you more of a disaster in the kitchen?

"I can cook!" he insists, needlessly emphatic and too loud, frankly; a love of gastronomy, of food fine and strange, was the one thing he and his mother could bond over and so it was something he was strangely prideful about. "Nobody believes me when I say that. Which like, if you see what I eat on a daily basis I guess that's fair enough, but cooking a legit meal takes space and time and I don't really have either right now. Now...when it comes to cleaning up after myself...maybe that's a bit of a disaster, but the food will be top tier, bro."

[kyuhuis]

[ BLOODSUCKER ]

𝐊𝐘𝐔𝐇𝐔𝐈'𝐒 𝐃𝐎𝐑𝐌, Nuri Hall July, 2025 w. 𝐓𝐘𝐒𝐎𝐍 𝐁𝐀𝐈𝐋𝐄𝐘

It's not often Kyuhui settles in for a relaxing, slow-paced evening. Typically he spends this time of night readying himself for a 'gathering' of some kind; fluffing his already unruly hair and donning jeans, in place of his usual sweats. Tonight, however, is all about sinking into his shitty secondhand couch, stuffing his face with fried chicken, and discussing the prominent themes in the movies he'd lined up for tonight's marathon with Tyson.

His socked feet nudge his friends thigh, poking the soft flesh. "Do you think Dracula's a gay icon? Is this an overly discussed topic?" His mouth is half full of semi-chewed chicken, and he just about manages not to spit his food all over the place. At least he'd donned the plastic gloves this time--a weak effort to stay somewhat presentable. "I know in the original novel there's lots of hints at him being that way inclined in a stereotype-y way, but can we like... claim him?"

The night is young; there's time for their conversation to grow deeper and more meaningful, but for now Kyuhui feels playful. There are hours ahead for talk of the subtleties of the movies he's lined up and the commentary on society at the time they were made, or the demographics they included, or the themes they displayed, but for now, it was all about Gay Dracula. "Also, do you think vampires as a Halloween costume is overdone? I'm already considering my options for this years party."

[groupth1nk]

"I think some topics bear neverending discussion, dude." says Tyson, "And I don't know...I feel like vampires are kind of gay in general, but is Dracula? Like wasn't he into that chick?"

He thinks him and Kyuhui look like they're about to perform a surgery or dispose of a cadaver, or something, gloved up as they were, when in reality they were just about to pig out. He does think that if he were going to phone a friend to help him dispose of a body, Kyuhui would be sort of high up on the list. There's just something about the guy, a manic sort of loyalty, intense as he is, unwavering.

"Have you read Dracula?" he asks, "Because I haven't, I'm like, not that well-read, unfortunately. I think the last book I read and retained anything of was a Diary of a Wimpy Kid one. Do you guys have those here? But yeah, if the book says so, I guess he is gay, right?"

He takes a quick breath.

"And I think vampires are timeless. There's like the classic movie monsters that I don't think ever really go out of style, man."

He wonders for a second if they have Captain Underpants in Korea, too. That was another formative text for him, something that had informed much of who he was, philosophically and ideologically. He needed to step up his game while he could; pursue education properly. Kyuhui was out here reading gothic classics. Reading a proper novel was just sort of difficult for Tyson.

"Although...for a Halloween party theme," he begins, not giving Kyuhui much of a chance to even respond, gesticulating toward his friend with a sauced-up chicken wing like it's a wand, "Maybe they're a little played out."

[groupth1nk]

otherworldly ✭ a starter for @lovehighways

Tyson is glad when they finally settle down to put the movie on; it had taken a lot of effort to snoop about the corners of Wonhee's giant house and pretend that he wasn't. Not that he'd been sneaking around, or anything—he'd stayed perched in Wonhee's shadow like a hungry puppy—he's just terribly nosy and he didn't think it would be all too polite to go gawking at all the photos on the walls and in the closets on his very first visit to the place. But he'd tried to catch as many glimpses as he could.

Much of his curiosity stemmed from the fact that it was kind of a strange place, for Wonhee to own, at least. Tyson is aware that it was Wonhee's grandmother's, that she'd bequeathed it to her pale little grandson, but he still thought that was somewhat peculiar—generally, of course, the house would have gone to one of, or even all of, her children. Assuming that the execution of a will and testament functioned more or less as it did back home. He's not so socially inept as to be unaware that that was likely an uncouth line of questioning, so he'd tried to glean the story of the place from the décor, as if he might spy a photo on a buffet or a bureau that would make it clearer to Tyson why his friend lived in this big old house by himself.

There was something sort of sad about the place, filled up with grandmotherly furniture the way it was yet empty of actual family.

The couch is comfy, though, and Tyson flops back onto it, enjoying its plushness for a second before remembering he's not home and needs to act less sloppy, closing his indecent thighs and straightening his back against the rear cushion; his default position while seated was that of the blob that ate everything, melting out of his seat like butter off a hot waffle, and he wanted to not gross Wonhee out if he could manage.

Especially because he was so excited for ParaNorman. It was his favorite movie and he and Wonhee had spoken about it the other day. Well, more like Tyson had talked at Wonhee at length about claymation and how much he loved it and about how cool Laika was, but that's beside the point. Wonhee had seemed to enjoy it, at least, and Tyson hoped that he'd enjoy the film, as well.

"Come sit down." he urges, snorting immediately afterwards when he realizes how silly it was for him to be bossing Wonhee around in his own home, "Sorry. I should chill."

He scoots a bit further toward the end of the couch, leaving Wonhee more room than he could ever need.

[dragonshq]

Oh no! Looks like you shared too much last night.

In anticipation of our one-month anniversary, the admin team has decided to release a fun meme for all our members! When we were thinking about opening a group, we truly never imagined that it would get the amount of support we've received so far. From the bottom of our hearts, we'd like to sincerely thank all the members who have been with us since opening, and the ones who have been joining since then. We hope to continue fostering a place where you can develop your muses freely while having fun!

We're sure you're already familiar with the concept, but we'll explain it anyway. By reblogging this post, you will be participating in the honesty hour, where other members can send in questions regarding whatever they want, and your muse will have to answer truthfully. Please remember that this event happens in a vacuum, and the things shared are strictly OOC knowledge, unless stated otherwise. Anything posted from this honesty hour should not impact your muse IC. 

The meme will run from Friday July 18th until Friday August 1st, but if you still have asks to reply after that date, you're free to post them. If you choose to participate, please ensure that you send a question to everyone who has reblogged the post as well, whether this be on your character’s account or on anon. 

Once again, thank you so much for an amazing month, and we hope you have fun with this meme! Go wild! 

[groupth1nk]

. ݁₊ . ⊹ ₊ ݁. TYSON BAILEY

Hello! Meant to have this done when Tyson was initially accepted but I flopped. I'm Angel! (he/him, 21+), and Tyson is the only muse I'm writing here for now. I've included a bit of information about under the read more, but he also has a profile here and an aesthetic inspo board here.

Tyson is a dopamine addict with a thousand hobbies and scattered chaos for a thought process that's probably just undiagnosed ADHD. He makes it work, though, somehow. The list of things he's into is really long, but for now, his primary hobby is also his side gig; video game streaming. He plays weird horror games and screams a lot.

His upbringing is sort of unremarkable in his opinion. His dad spends much of his time out of town for work and his mother is a homemaker. A bit of prodding would reveal that his dad works in lobbying and advocacy in Washington DC and his mother is a successful cookbook author, but he tends to downplay their success and his wealth and connection to his family in general, largely because they're simply not that close.

Tyson is sort of the black sheep in his family, and he's quite enjoyed the distance, and the space to explore more of himself. Tyson is in the Art Club, QueerYeonhwa, the ISO, he's studying Illustration and Anthropology.

Please like this if you'd like to plot! I prefer to brainstorm, admittedly, but I'd also love to hear about any open plots you may have if Tyson is a good fit! I've also got a Discord if plotting is easier on there (which it is imo) but I'm also more than happy to get some plotting done here on Tumblr, as well!

[groupth1nk]