Fake!Fake!Fake!

"The flower was so silken and brilliant it had to be set on fire."

[hwitelie]

my character [yeonmi] will be hyped up on coffee and pester yours.

hwiyoung finds himself questioning if he really likes women at all, the thought at the forefront of his mind as he eyes a girl in question from his seat on the couch, his brows knit together while his lips tilt into the slightest of frowns. it’s not that he doesn’t enjoy his time with yeonmi, their meetings were just complicated to say the least. the blonde couldn’t remember how exactly he’d bumped into her in the first place, nor how he’d been wrapped so quickly around the younger’s much richer finger. he runs a hand through his hair at the thought, quickly messing it up and blinking before he fully focuses on the girl in front of him who’d been ranting about her instagram much longer than he cared to listen.

“mm, yeah you’re right, they are a bunch of idiots for not liking your pictures.” this time when he frowns, he’s doing it to play along, shaking his head as though he can’t believe her photos aren’t swarming with likes. honestly, he was a bit surprised she wasn’t more popular given her social status and the way she clothed herself as though she were draping herself in money. hwiyoung still couldn’t wrap his head around how easy it was for the younger to throw money around, greedily lining his own pockets when she offered to a certain extent. he didn’t really feel comfortable accepting gifts from her, not wanting to give her the wrong idea, nor did he want to become indebted to her in anyway.

though, it was much too late for that, but he didn’t see that yet. he was one step behind in her game. while he was adjusting his pawns, she’d already reached checkmate. perhaps it was the fact he couldn’t see past her spoiled nature to see just how much she resembled himself while somehow managing to be his polar opposite all the same. she was an enigma, and maybe that was why he hung around her besides the chance to play as a rich kid for once in his life.

after speaking he pulls out his own phone and double taps on her photo, waiting for her smile at the notification. his own instagram only held four photos so far, made a few days prior by her request. one was a blurry mirror photo where he held his fingers in a peace sign, the caption something about chicken nuggets. of course, she’d bought them for him, but he hadn’t thought to mention that part. the next photo was of hyemi, again blurry, and taken from across the room. she wasn’t happy about it, but hwiyoung had found it hilarious and refused to delete it despite her threats. the other two were random photos he’d taken around the city, and he made the decision to snap another while she kept talking. it was of his shoes, a pair he’d managed to buy thanks to yeonmi’s money. he almost grimaces at the thought, but posts it nonetheless, a caption a single purple heart.

she’s still talking, something about shoes now, and he wonders how long it will take her to notice he’s posted. probably not long, considering the younger was always glued to her phone, but he’d wonder what she say nonetheless.<

“hey, yeonmi, instead of buying shoes why don’t we go get dinner instead? if we go somewhere cheap, i’ll buy. i have enough for two small meals.” hwiyoung stands and grins, gesturing towards the door with his thumb. “it’d be more fun than sitting around all day. after we can go to the park or something. plus, it might chill you out a little, you’re bouncing off the walls right now and maybe you’ll even find a cute boy to fawn over.” he waggles his brows a little at the end, only teasing, and lets out a small laugh. “up to you!”

[hwitelie]

hello to people that followed me like,,,, almost a whole yr ago as you can see i am very slow sometimes but if you’re down to write just hmu i have a lot of muse for my boy suddenly :-)

[hwitelie]

@consilian // 🍕 wake my muse with a shoulder shake

it’d been a long day. he’d spent most of it huddled in the corner of his own apartment, blankets wrapped tightly around his frame with a book resting in his lap, his eyes glued on the contents. the book itself was nothing important, just something he’d snagged at the store while he’d been out running errands. for now, it was safer for him to be at home, but he still found himself incredibly bored. 

behind the door of his room sat a pile of mismatched items, collected over the two years he’d lived in his small home, a pile he hoped none would ever lay their eyes on. to this day, he wasn’t sure what led him to create his collection, nor was he sure if many of the items still held any sort of significance to him. even so, he found the idea of going through the pile and throwing any of the items out to be too big of a bother so he let it sit. if he ever left, he’d either find a way to lug the pile with him or find a way to dispose of it quickly. in the end, it didn’t really matter. did anything hwiyoung did matter? maybe not. he didn’t care, or maybe he did. that was a mystery even he needed to figure out.

a sigh escapes from his lips and hwiyoung dog ears the page of his book and sets it aside, letting his head gently knock back against his white wall. he worries his lip for a moment, eyes falling shut, before he throws his blanket off and rises with a stretch. his eyes flutter open and he grabs the back of his neck with a quiet grumble, giving it a slight rub he makes his way to his bedroom only to let his gaze settle onto the pile before him. it’s starting to get out of control, but the boy finds himself settling onto his knees before it, his hand reaching out for the first item he can get his hands on.

trash. that’s what most people would consider it, but to hwiyoung it was something more, at least, that’s what he told himself. a piece of a mug he’d dropped while with a friend, the cup itself no longer usable, but the broken piece of glass still important to him nonetheless. he almost grins thinking back to that time, but sets it aside gently nonetheless, intent on seeing what other treasures he can dig up. it’s only a few minutes into his rummaging that he finds a crisp paper, a receipt he doesn’t recognize until he sees the name listed on it.

hyemi.

hwiyoung suddenly has something much more important to do that doesn’t involve rediscovering his treasure pile, and he’s quick to set the receipt back down and rise to his feet. he rushes over to slip on his shoes and is quick to leave, making sure to lock his door before he makes his way to the one place he’ll always know she’ll be. the blonde wasn’t dumb, he knew that his unannounced visits were not something hyemi exactly enjoyed, but when he found himself growing restless circling within his own melancholy, something drew him to the woman. he couldn’t put a name on their relationship, didn’t know if he wanted to, but he knew he cherished it in a way he didn’t with many other people. in a sense, she was a treasure to him as well, except she was real, tangible, and couldn’t be thrown into a pile for him to reminisce about later. she was ever changing, could decide one day to never speak to him again, and the thought made him sad. 

he gets in how he always does and settles himself onto the edge of her bed, waiting. he figures it won’t be long before she arrives, letting his eyes glance around the room a bit, but time drags on longer than he expects. hwiyoung lies down, fingers laced together on his chest, one foot bobbing back and forth. he waits and waits, hums himself a little tune, waits some more. she’s still not back, which is odd he thinks, but he knows she’ll be back soon. he hopes she’ll be back. his eyes are a bit tired so he shuts them, sighing quietly, but soon the calming darkness of sleep takes him, and for the first time in a while, he doesn’t have any nightmares. 

he wakes with a yawn, eyes blinking once, twice before they widen. he shoots up in the bed, fearful he’s ended up somewhere he shouldn’t be before he realizes he’s in hyemi’s room. hwiyoung rubs at his eyes, and it’s then he notices the blanket now resting at his hips. he doesn’t remember covering himself with a blanket, but then he sees her and he lets out an exasperated sigh at the sight. hyemi lie there on a couple of pillows and despite himself, the first thing he asks himself is why she didn’t just shove him out of the bed. he feels funny then, a feeling he once again can’t place, but he doesn’t dwell on it, instead rising and padding quietly over.

he debates for a moment whether or not he should just lift her and place her into the bed, but thinks that if she were to wake she’d probably punch him if she found herself in his arms. he’d deserve it too. she looks peaceful like this, a sort of tranquility in her features hwiyoung hasn’t witnessed before. he hesitates for a moment, studies her perhaps a few seconds too long, then finally reaches out to give her shoulder a small shake. she, of course, doesn’t stir right away, leaving hwiyoung to shake her a bit harder.

“hey, sleepyhead, get up you’re gonna get a backache sleeping on the floor like that.” 

with the combination of both his voice and his hand on her shoulder, her eyes flutter open and hwiyoung offers her a cheeky grin.

“listen, as comfy as your bed is, you should be the one sleeping in it, not me.” a pause, his smile subsiding into something smaller. “but, um, thanks. i must have been tired.”

he doesn’t go into more detail, doesn’t let her in on the things he’d been doing in the dark, and she doesn’t ask. maybe she never would. perhaps it’d be for the best.

one day the shadows would catch up to him and he didn’t want to drag her down with him.

[hwitelie]

“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”

prompt / accepting

hwiyoung would be lying to himself if he said he didn’t actively go out to try and find new people to meet. he wouldn’t be lying if he said he didn’t know why exactly he sought these people out, whether it was for friendship, someone to simply mess with, or perhaps something more. it was one of those things he tried not to dwell on too much lest it lead him to another sorrowful night, the kind he actively tried to avoid. so, that’s how he ended up here, in the middle of a library he’d otherwise stay away from. see, quiet places weren’t really hwiyoung’s thing, he was a boy that looked for chaos, not an area where hushed tones were required and everything was meant to be perfect and orderly. if it weren’t for his quest to find a specific book hwiyoung wouldn’t be there at all, the near silence was unsettling, too similar to the shoebox apartment he called home.

he pulls himself out of his thoughts just in time to feel his foot slipping from the ladder he’d climbed up onto in order to reach the higher shelves. it wasn’t that hwiyoung was short, the bookshelves were just too damn tall as he’d repeated many times in his head on his way up. despite not being too high up, the blonde had an acute fear of heights and any distance up above the ground was enough to send panic traveling up his spine, so even though he’d be safe if he were to fall hwiyoung is quick to grab onto the railing on either side of him as his foot dangles. it’s not a second later before it rejoins the other back onto the step, the jostle of the ladder a moment before having sent a few books tumbling to the ground. they land with a thud and the boy cringes, slightly curling in on himself as his knuckles turn white from the too tight grip he had on the railing. 

he can feel eyes on his back and he hesitates before letting out a puff of air and trying to play it off as though he hadn’t nearly had a panic attack on the top of a small ladder in the middle of a library. how pathetic. a few moments later he gets down, refusing to look in the direction of the other patrons, and takes care of the books he’d dropped. usually, he’d leave them, but books are perhaps one of the few things he believes needs to be cherished. once done, he makes his way to leave, too distracted to even think of grabbing the book he’d originally come to grab. once outside is when he hears a voice and he’s quick to turn on his heel, nearly glaring at the other.

"did i?” he switches personas, this time playing himself as an excited kid, nearly bouncing up and down. “oh i just tried so hard not to cause a disturbance for everyone, isn’t it just the worse when you’re trying to study and some idiot knocks books down? i hate it!” he laughs, overly loud as if he’s heard an amazing joke. he stops bouncing, shoving his hands into his pockets. “hey, you seem nice, wanna get something to eat?” if nothing else, maybe hwiyoung could get a warm meal out of the guy.

[hwitelie]

consilian·:

she scoffs, for several reasons:

a.) hwiyoung has a fantastic way of approaching things like they’re all one big joke. which, truthfully spoken, is a character trait she could appreciate under different circumstances but with the younger boy, there’s a sense of unease, as though he’s about to perform a magic trick that will make her regret all of her previous pity and care for him; and b.) if nothing else, he always finds another way to blackmail her into attending to his whimsical desire for her presence. although she has complained about his unpredictable ways one too many times already by now, she still figures he cares very little for her opinion on the matter.

and yet, here she still is, attending to his moody requests while hoping to steer clear of further trouble. because the thing with people like hwiyoung is that trouble always seems to follow him and hyemi truly cannot have more of that in her life. it’s tiring to attend to mundane everyday things and lately, he only seems to be adding to that burden.

“since you so rudely interrupted me while i was working,” she makes sure to emphasize the last word without letting her feelings reflect on her features, before glancing at the café he’s just exited, “i had to resolve some things first before i could come back.”

it’s then that she looks at him again, stern and uninterested in the hurtful expression he wears like it’s a trophy to behold. he’s good at that, at acting to get where he wants to be but hyemi isn’t stupid and she hasn’t known him for just a day or two. although she can’t say for sure if that’s a good or bad thing      despite knowing better, here she still is. here they still are. something in her stomach turns a little at the thought of it and she frowns before looking away once more. “i’m not hungry or thirsty.”

in reality, she hopes not to bother the employees of the café any more than hwiyoung is sure to have in the last few moments of her absence. “don’t you want to go somewhere a little less… trashy, then?”

"working is for losers, it's much more fun to go around doing whatever you want." he assumes he'll get some snarky comment in response, something about how it's no wonder he always needs money, but he could make enough by pickpocketing or petty theft so what was the point in applying anyhow? hwiyoung was smart enough to realize that most of the convenience stores in the area probably had footage of him stealing or loitering far too long that it'd raise suspicion during an interview. in any case, that was simply an excuse. hwiyoung just hated the idea of working and being tied down to a singular job, painting on a fake happy face and serving people he couldn't care less about. he wondered how hyemi felt about hers but decided against asking her, knowing he most likely wouldn't get an honest answer anyway. "ooooh, was there a fight? did you get in trouble? is hyemi gonna get fired?" he laughs at himself, before rolling his eyes a bit at her expression.

she was always so straight-faced, hard to get a reaction out of, but he thinks that's why he enjoyed messing with her so much. of all the people he interacted with, she was easily the most interesting of the woman he'd spoken to. most of the girls he'd interacted with, friendly or otherwise, would often get stuttery or blush around him which just made it all too easy to get what he wanted out of them. most of the time it was their wallet, but they didn't need to know that. to most passersby, hwiyoung was nothing but a sweet young boy who liked to flirt with pretty girls and befriend kind looking boys. hyemi saw through his whole facade, though, and it left the blonde wondering what exactly he'd need to do in order to get more of a response from her. he wouldn't chance it yet, would leave it to another time after much careful planning, but for now, annoying her by dragging her out would just have to suffice. he was still getting a fun day out of it and something he considered a friendship of sorts even if he believed the other only dealt with him to keep him away. hwiyoung was many things, but the boy was not stupid by any means.

"maybe later then." he shrugs, throwing his arms up in the expression. "sure, weren't you supposed to be taking me somewhere cool, anyway? that's the whole reason i'm still here! you promised, hyemi, you're not going to break your promise are you?" here he breaks out his puppy dog eyes once more, even going so far as to cup his face much like the idols he'd witnessed on tv doing over the top aegyo. he was hoping for a disgusted face if nothing else, knowing the expression wasn't what was going to make her cave. "i wanna do something fuuuun!"

[lazarusarchived-deactivated2017]

“the last of us” inspired sentence starters

change pronouns/ect if necessary

“i sell hardcore drugs.”

“we need help.”

“you’re gonna be okay.”

“believe in the fireflies.”

“got enough ration cards to last us a few months.”

“be careful.”

“i am the romantic type.”

“don’t leave me to turn.”

“it’s gettin’ close to curfew.”

“going outside the wall is suicide.”

“you mumble in your sleep.”

“i hate bad dreams.”

“it’s called luck—and it’s gonna run out.”

“are you still breathing?”

“we’re shitty people.”

“our luck had to run out sooner or later.”

“don’t touch me.”

“she’s infected.”

“just fucking go.”

“i can’t swim.”

“does it sound like i know how to whistle?”

“i’m a pretty good shot with that thing.”

“let’s get the hell outta here.”

“goddammit—i’m clean!”

“i owe you nothin’.”

“there’s one inside.”

“it’s the normal people that scare me.”

“you of all people should understand that.”

“i can handle myself.”

“once upon a time, i had somebody i had to look after.”

“you don’t need to worry about me.”

“fuckin’ hunters.”

“i’ve been on both sides.”

“so–you kill a lot of innocent people?”

“you sacrifice the few to save the many.”

“i don’t think they saw us.”

“trust me, it ain’t easy.”

“damn it—spores.”

“somethin’ on your mind?”

“you make every shot count.”

“just so we’re clear… it was either him or me.”

“how’d i do?”

“yeah, well, i was tryin’ to kill you.”

“you’re bleeding.”

“we can help each other.”

“i saved you!”

“you wanna hear a joke about pizza? …never mind, it was too cheesy.”

“how is it you’re never scared?”

“what are you scared of?”

“i’m scared of ending up alone.”

“it’s all your fault!”

“thanks for not blowin’ my head off.”

“you survived because of me.”

“you lay your hands on me again, it won’t end well for you.”

“you still remember how to kill, right?”

“hey, hey—are you hurt?”

“i guess we’re both disappointed with each other, then.”

“what do you want from me?”

“i can’t get infected!”

“you are treading on some mighty thin ice here.”

“i’ve lost people, too.”

“you have no idea what loss is.”

“everyone i’ve ever cared for has either died or left me.”

“sounds like runners.”

“can you walk?”

“stay the fuck back!”

“i think we’re safe.”

“you’re a better shot with that thing than i am.”

“don’t sound so disappointed.”

“you handled yourself pretty nice back there.”

“i believe that everything happens for a reason.”

“you’re just a kid.”

“i can protect you.”

“i’ll come back for you.”

“you’re a fucking animal.”

“you have no idea what i’m capable of.”

“i’m gonna teach you how to play guitar.”

“another city, another abandoned quarantine zone.”

“is this everything you were hoping for?”

“we don’t have to do this.”

“i ain’t leavin’ without you.”

“i guess you can’t escape your past.”

“hands in the fucking air!”

“i pretty much lost everything.”

“no matter what, you keep finding something to fight for.”

[hwitelie]

💙🎉🥪 / combine these, i dare u

it’s cold. that’s the first thing he thinks, bringing up a gloved hand to rub at his nose. he wrinkles it and frowns when it doesn’t help much, hands falling defeated into his lap. he doesn’t catch hyemi’s reaction to this, doesn’t even know if she noticed the movement, his own thoughts miles away from their current position.

it’s cold in his mind too, the memory of a harsh slap on his cheek sending a chill down his spine. he tries to push the thoughts away, tries to focus on hyemi before him, notes that she’s mouthing something but he’s too far away. he’s there again, one of his foster parents, looming over him. hwiyoung feels himself receding into himself, nearly curling into himself before he’s snapped back to reality by hyemi’s voice.

“ah, yeah, sorry. guess i zoned out.” he laughs then, but the motion doesn’t quite reach his eyes. he wonders if she notices. if she does, she doesn't mention it. he can’t blame her. such is life.

it’s then that he realizes why she’s brought him here, when the words finally settle in through the mist clouding his thoughts. he stills, eyes widening a fraction before he shakes his head.

“you can’t just break this off.” the panic settles in, his fingers curling tight into his thighs. “we’re friends, you can’t just decide to end things.” but were they? maybe to hwiyoung they were, but the blonde had caused more harm than good and realistically it made sense for her to cut things off before he ruined her life. then again, he wouldn’t let her. or would he?

the wave of emotions hits him hard, leaving him feeling like he’s gasping for breath, choking on things he hasn’t felt before. he’s not sure what to make of it, what the rapid beating of his heart means, what the dread settling in the pit of his stomach is supposed to tell them. instead of thinking, he acts, just as he always does.

he pulls her close before she can say no, tightly at first before loosening his grip, giving her room to pull away. he didn’t want to go to prison for assault, after all, even he was rational enough to realize the consequences of his actions. a choked laugh escapes him, pitiful and weak. a tear rolls down his cheek before he can stop it, but the moment is shattered when he’s pushed off.

he sits there, dumbfounded, the single tear landing somewhere on his jacket. he wonders if she notices this too, but again she doesn’t mention it. he still can’t blame her.

it’s only when she walks away that the tears begin to fall freely, a strangled noise escaping from the back of his throat before he buries his head into his hands. he allows himself a minute or two before he collects himself enough to make his way back home, head downcast as he rises. 

she probably wouldn’t remember the moment, would just brush it off as another moment she’d rather forget, but it was a moment that would haunt hwiyoung every time he left his crowded apartment, the feel of her briefly against him permanently burned against his skin.

what was it like to be loved? to be wanted? he assumed he’d never know.

[hwitelie]

you are mediumvioletred #C71585 Your dominant hues are red and magenta. You love doing your own thing and going on your own adventures, but there are close friends you know you just can't leave behind. You can influence others on days when you're patient, but most times you just want to go out, have fun, and do your own thing. Your saturation level is high - you get into life and have a strong personality. Everyone you meet will either love you or hate you - either way, your goal is to get them to change the world with you. You are very hard working and don't have much patience for people without your initiative. Your outlook on life is brighter than most people's. You like the idea of influencing things for the better and find hope in situations where others might give up. You're not exactly a bouncy sunshine but things in your world generally look up.

[hwitelie]

consilian·:

damn her to hell for agreeing to this stupid sort of charade just to keep the boy entertained. he’s not even a friend, she argues, and yet she’s going through all of this trouble to keep him from possibly a.) showing up at her workplace again or b.) harassing her the next time they accidentally end up crossing paths after having broken her word to him.

hyemi doesn’t think of herself as a saint but there’s something really cruel about a person who breaks a promise. regardless of what kind of promise it is, she’d like to believe that karma has a way of getting back to people who break their words so carelessly easy and she has no desire to count herself to be among this kind of scum. so for better or for worse, she’s going to have to see this through       and hwiyoung better make it easy on her.

braced with a scarf and a coat, she’s now hurrying towards the shop she directed him to earlier. the late hour should be a dead giveaway that she’s not in the mood to be messed around with by someone like hwiyoung, who seems to be all fun and no responsibilities. he’s younger than her, she thinks, much more like a child than an actual adult but then, she’s been raised not to throw stones in someone else’s way, unless they’ve done something to earn themselves that. what hwiyoung does remains to be seen.

and still, he looks just like a child when she catches his impatient silhouette pacing inside the store before making his way towards the exit and back to the building where       so she assumes       he thinks her to be. she doesn’t rush after him, though: hyemi’s momentarily content with watching from the sidelines, even though she’s unsure if he’s prone to doing stupid things just to gain someone else’s attention. she wouldn’t doubt it but then again, she’s already agreed to this. his behavior about the way he doubts her credibility tells her enough as it is. she might be a lot of things, but she wasn’t lying to him.

“you’re very impatient,” she finally huffs, hands in her jacket’s pocket and a frown firmly planted on her features once she’s caught up to him. “you weren’t planning on going back to my workplace, were you?” her eyebrows are raised, a hint of suspicion reflecting on her face. briefly hyemi wonders, if he has the nerve to deny the obvious.

at least that would give her an opportunity to back out, she ponders.

hwiyoung was not the kind to keep promises, in fact, if there were an award thagt went to the person who broke the most promises, hwiyoung believed he had a fair chance of winning that shiny trophy in the male category of twenty-five and younger. even if hyemi were to return and the male promised he’d never show up at her workplace again, it’d be no more than a petty lie and soon she be graced with the image of his face when she opened the door to leave. he figured by now she'd be smart enough to have the people send him away so he wouldn't chance it lest he get into any sort of legal trouble. he really couldn't afford that, not that he ever planned on following through when it came to the law either.

even so, he wasn't against loitering until hyemi came out and that was his current plan. however, he doesn't have to as she manages to find him along the way, his mouth briefly falling into an 'o' shape before he grins, rocking back onto his heels and then his toes. he leans in a bit, quirking an eyebrow as though he couldn't believe she'd believe such a thing, one hand coming to rest upon his chest as his lips jut out into a pout.

"why, i'd never do that, hyemi! you told me to stay away, and what am i good for if i am not a man who keeps his word?" he briefly wonders if she'd correct his usage of man, but plows ahead regardless, not waiting for her response. "and what were you doing? you took so long i'd assume you'd backed out, and that wouldn't be very nice now would it?" he stuffs his free hand back into his pocket once more, standing comfortably and studying her face before he turns on one heel, pointing back towards the cafe. "plus, that place sucks! i can't believe how expensive the garbage they serve there is." in reality, he'd quite liked his drink, but being dramatic was much too fun to pass up the opportunity. plus, he liked pushing her buttons.

"buuuut, if you want a drink still we can go back. anything for you, hyemi." and with that he twists his head just enough to catch her eye, before shooting her a cheesy wink.

[vhsmeme]

* random act prompts

send a symbol for our muses to interact!

💨 catch my muse in a lie 

🛑 stop my muse from doing something reckless

🥄 feed my muse when they’re ill or injured

🔍 help my muse find a lost item

⚠️ clean up my muse after a fight

⚓ keep my muse anchored (anxiety, nightmare, etc.)

🔫 take a bullet for my muse

🛁 give my muse a bath

🛏️ carry my muse to bed

☠️ protect my muse

✋ hold my muse’s hand

🔪 stab my muse (accident, on purpose)

🚗 leave town with my muse

🕯️ remind my muse that they matter

💥 our muses share a tense moment

📖 our muses read a story

🎀 give my muse a gift

👊 our muses train

🌹 teach my muse something (include details)

🗝️ our muses share a quiet moment

🥪 our muses have a snack

🧡 for an eskimo kiss

❣️ for a top of the head kiss

💛 for a kiss on the cheek

💞 for a kiss on the hand

🖤 for a kiss on a wound (bruise, scar, etc.)

💚 for a forehead kiss

🔥 for an angry and relieved hug

💙 for a hug that won’t be remembered

🤔 for an unwanted hug

🎧 for a calming hug

💧 for a tearful hug

😩 for a ‘ forgive me ’ hug

💟 for a happy hug

🛸 for a goodbye hug

🎉 for a hug filled with laughter

[hwitelie]

CHARACTER STATS.

(bold all that applies. italicize leaning. strike former)

WEALTH  —

$   financial.  //  wealthy / moderate / poor / in poverty ✚  medical.  //  fit / moderate / unfit /  sickly / disadvantaged / disabled / not applicable ✪  class.  //  upper / middle-working / poor / slave / unsure ✔  education.  //  qualified / unqualified / studying / other / none ✖  criminal record.  //  yes, for major crimes / yes, for minor crimes / no / has committed crimes, but has not been caught yet

FAMILY  —

◒  children.  //  has one or more children / has no children / wants children ◑  relationship with family.  //  close with sibling(s) / not close with sibling(s) / has no sibling(s) / siblings are deceased ◔  affiliation.  //   orphaned / adopted / disowned (runaway) / raised by birth parent(s) / not applicable

TRAITS  +  TENDENCIES  —

♦  extrovert / introvert / in between ♦  disorganized / organized / in between ♦  close-minded / open-minded / in between ♦  calm / anxious / in between ♦  disagreeable / agreeable / in between ♦  cautious / reckless / in between ♦  patient / impatient / in between ♦  outspoken / reserved / in between ♦  leader / follower / in between ♦  empathetic / indifferent / in between ♦  optimistic / pessimistic / in between ♦  traditional / modern / in between ♦  hardworking / lazy / in between ♦  cultured / uncultured / in between ♦  loyal / disloyal / in between ♦  faithful / unfaithful / in between

BELIEFS  —

★  faith.  //  monotheist / polytheist / atheist / agnostic / it’s complicated / N/A ☆  belief in ghosts or spirits.  //  yes /  no / don’t know / don’t care ✮  belief in an afterlife.  //  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / it’s complicated ✯  belief in reincarnation.  //  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care / it’s complicated ❃  belief in aliens.  //  yes / no / don’t know / don’t care ❀  philosophical.  //  yes / no / sometimes

SEXUALITY & ROMANTIC INCLINATION  —

♦  sexuality.  //  heterosexual / homosexual / bisexual / asexual / pansexual / demisexual / questioning ❥  sex.  //  sex repulsed / sex neutral / sex favorable ♥  romance.  //  romance repulsed / romance neutral / romance favorable ❣  sexually.  //  adventurous / experienced / naive / inexperienced / curious / inhibited ⚧  potential sexual partners.  //  male / female / other / none / all ⚧  potential romantic partners.  //  male / female / other / none / all

ABILITIES  —

☠  combat skills.  //  excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ≡  literacy skills.  //  excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✍  artistic skills.  //  excellent / good / moderate / poor / none ✂  technical skills.  //  excellent / good / moderate / poor / none

HABITS  —

❣  drinking alcohol.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ✖  smoking.  //  never / sometimes / frequently  / to excess ✿  other narcotics.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ≡  medicinal drugs.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ☻  indulgent in food.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess $  splurge spending.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess ♣  gambling.  //  never / sometimes / frequently / to excess

[consilian-archive]

WHY WAS THIS SO DIFFICULT @hwitelie

pt. i       personified horror (no just kidding)

hwiyoung’s pokemon card actually wasn’t that difficult to make, mostly because i have a set idea of him in my mind already based off our threads. funnily enough, i consider him to be the more open-minded person (in comparison to hyemi) when it comes to picking pokemons etc. while he’s definitely not as laidback as that other monster muse of yours, i consider him to be just as perceptive which leads me to believe he’d have an easier time getting along with a variety of pokemons (this is sorta me describing the leader trope but y’know what, we’re not going there). at the same time, i also think he’d have all kinds of pokemon on his own team and is really attentive to all of them, too.

i chose the darker background colours mainly because of you! cause i know he’s “just” a test muse (is he really though) and you’re still trying to figure out a way with him and i think a deep dark blue with some lighter and darker shades fits that whole thing rather nicely. sometimes you’ve got lots of motivation for him, other days he’s a pain in the ass.

pt. ii       actual tea (also just kidding)

okay honey, listen up! this is me trying to vomit sweet things all over this trainer card because i think you’re so endearing sometimes, despite being a mess overall (i say this lovingly, don’t hit me). whenever i hear you doing the best you can in such a shitty situation (job-wise, but also: ‘murica, bro wyd) it just really goes to show for me that you’re a very caring and warm person so i’m returning the sentiment you showered me with recently! and say that i 100% believe warm colors and undertones would suit you the best as a trainer :”)

EDIT:

here’s bbh’s, because i said i’d do his as well!

he’s got all these cute ass pokemon running amok because he can’t control them, that is a headcanon i am most definitely insisting on, okay!!

[hwitelie]

POKEMON AU : GENERAL

@consilian

BASICS: a really good trainer, treats his pokemon with love and respect, tends to play dirty during battles to win though. won’t hesitate to snatch money when you’re struggling and will even have his pokemon help. belongs in team rocket/team plasma tbh but believes in good so will only join if he has to (would be fun to explore that actually!) still starting out, maybe one-two gym badges.

TEAM: this is a messy outline... aipom (main, doesn’t stay in pokeball), wooper, pichu (other options follow/potential future) eevee, vulpix, minun/plusle, espurr, growlithe, ghastly (for sure in the future!!) 

[hwitelie]

@consilian

i did you trainer cards!! i told you i’d get to them... there will be one more made i’m just trying to figure it out in my head but for now...

for hyemi i tried to capture that vibe you explained to me once and through the music video you shared and while i think it’s a bit har to capture her in a small image like this, i hope i got her right even if it’s just a little bit! the trainer itslef represents the woman in the music video while the pokemon are meant to represtnt a mix of beauty, power and mysteriousness.

this is what the card was initially supposed to be despite me deciding to have a bit of fun with teh emem skfjsk i consider you a really good friend now and associate you with warm, comforting vibes, hence some of the choices!! i couldn’t really decide on a trainer option so i picked one that looked kind and sweet because i find you to be both! i hope you like them!!

[fykimhwiyoung]

[hwitelie]

aceocian:

( SMS ): ok ( SMS ): why r u mean ( SMS ): :–( ( SMS ): it.  is fine i will b coming.  back ( SMS ): from the dead and.  forgive u ( SMS ): will b waiting for my $$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$$ ( SMS ): leav it in.  the trash behind the.  fish shop on the Mmain st ( SMS ): reet. iN A BROWN BAG PLEASE. ( SMS ): NOT A SINNER B T W.  gOD BLESS

( SMS ): me? mean? ...you hurt my feewings ( SMS ): that’s impossible ( SMS ): only idiots believe in coming back from the dead!! you must be really dumb! ( SMS ): ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ᕕ( ᐛ )ᕗ ( SMS ): that’s me on my way to kill you~! ( SMS ): no money for you ㅜㅜ ㅜㅜ ㅜㅜ ㅜㅜ

[hwitelie]

consilian:

”if i earned as much as you believe i do, i think getting you to leave me alone would be easier.” snapping doesn’t come easily to hyemi. for one, it’s because she hardly ever feels enough annoyance tugging at her heartstrings to actually trigger words being spoken in such an uncharacteristically harsh manner but also because she realizes that everyone has their own issues to fight through and she has never wanted to add to someone else’s burden. the irony about this mindset is that now, she indeed does what she’s always been strictly against      whatever hwiyoung goes or has gone through, she doesn’t know.

but she makes a point out of treating him horribly for his constant yearning for her attention. why she’s so bothered with it, she can’t tell for sure; maybe because it’s attention she doesn’t welcome, something she’s never asked for in the first place. if it came from someone she already considered a friend, it woud lessen the intensity of it all, of that she’s sure. except, hwiyoung isn’t her friend and she’s overwhelmed with the situation.

crinkling her nose at his last statement, she sighs heavily when she lets her gaze fall down. maybe anger isn’t going to get her somewhere (rightfully so) but perhaps disappointment will. “you won’t make me regret this, will you?” brushing a few lost strands of her hair behind her right ear, the girl only offers him a curt nod of her head before she slips away from him and into the establishment she’s come here for in the first place; hyemi doesn’t give herself a chance to listen to whatever he might have to say. she doesn’t really want to, anyway.

“you’re late,” gayoon remarks with a quirk of a delicate eyebrow. the younger girl snorts unappreciatively before shrugging herself out of her jacket and tossing it on a chair. “you have to cover my shift tonight. can i borrow a coat from you? it’s cold outside.”

gayoon doesn’t say anything, just nods her head and keeps peeling the potato in her hands. she’s always been more of a person behind the scenes, hyemi concludes, though wonders why. maybe that’s why she never leaps at a chance of covering for hyemi, although she always does      if against her will, sometimes. the younger girl softens at the thought, hands already wrapped around the thick material of something to shield her from the cold outside, before she steps closer to her best friend to press a quick kiss to her forehead.

“when i’m back, let’s watch a movie upstairs?” gayoon nods, quietly, but smiles back.

hyemi tries the coat on before rushing out, halfheartedly wondering what exactly it is she’s doing here.

“oooh?” he asks, teasing lilt to his voice one brow quirking as he enters her personal space, making a mental note that’s it’s probably closer than she wants him, but he doesn’t mind. he pulls back a second later, rolling back onto his heels once before his feet settle back onto the ground. “well, no matter how much you make, you definitely make less than me!” a snicker before his lips twist into another grin, “you make a lot being an assassin, y’know, maybe you should try it.” he wonders what her reaction will be and eagerly anticipates an outburst of disgust. most people didn’t take kindly to the mention of killing, even if it were only a lie on his part.

“but anyway, don’t lie, you like having me around.” this time he points at her, almost accusatory in nature, but his face only shows playful curiosity. “otherwise you wouldn’t let me hang arond at all! admit it, i keep you on your toes. it’s gotta be somewhat fun, right?” hwiyoung wonders when she’ll eventually say no to his antics and shut him out of her life and dreads the thought, but he doesn’t let it show. perhaps she wasn’t exactly a friend, but she was a plaything of sorts, the best kind of acquaintance. deep down, he really did want to get to know her better, but he never knew how to go about doing that.

“of course not!” he responds straight away, and with that he’s on his way. to keep himself entertained on the brief walk he throws the coins in the air and catches them a moment later, making a game out of seeing how high he can toss them before dropping them. he manages to make it without losing a coin. he all but busts into the shop and makes his way to the counter to order his drink, settling into a booth in the corner with his warm drink to wait for hyemi. the blonde had a unsettling feeling she wouldn’t show up, his fingers beginning to fumble with the ends of his sleeves at the thought. growing antsy despite waiting only a short while, he grabbed his drink and made his way back out of the shop, his pace brisk as he begins to make his way back towards where she worked.

he was not going to let this day go to waste, not when it was going so well.