* ᵈʸᶤᶰᵍ ᵗᵒ ᵇᵉˡᶤᵉᵛᵉ.

[connectivitty-blog]

cell phone headcanons

send me “#” for cell phone headcanons about our muses including:                              - what your muse’s name is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s picture is in mine’s phone                              - what your muse’s ringtone is in mine’s phone                              - my muse’s last text to your muse

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

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avery.

it wasn’t uncommon, on empty evenings where the weather remained comforting for avery to spend some of his time in the town square. whether he decided to people watch or read, he would settle himself on a bench armed with a book and to-go cup filled with the day’s choice of drink. it was a matter of getting fresh air and allowing himself a bit of a change in pace outside of his home and place of work. today, he was taking his time to look through a manga he’d found, an interesting comic about a delinquint who decided to be a normal school girl after getting expelled from her last for fighting. it was refreshing and he easily found himself laughing lowly at the contents as he enjoyed the last of the sunlight for the day. the nice thing about the square is folks who were around often were too caught up in their own lives to pay attention to anyone else. they were either busy shopping or heading to work. no one would think to find some peace in the middle of the square - not when there was a perfectly good park in beauhart. thus, avery’s choice of spot was oddly enough perfect for whatever he desired to accomplish. rarely was he pointed out or bothered and simply was left to his own whims. 

               the   leaves   had   all   changed   color   from   their   usual   green   to   yellow   and   red  ,   sun   high   up   in   the   sky   shining   brightly   behind   the   cover   of   passing   clouds  .   it   was   beautiful   out   which   is   precisely   why   mason   wanders   around   the   square  ,   sketchbook   in   hand  ,   searching   for   the   perfect   subject   to   sit   down   and   begin   drawing  .   he   had   the   day   off  ,   his   mother   was   at   work  ,   and   his   siblings   were   at   school   so   he   had   a   rare   moment   to   himself  .   he   comes   to   a   stop   when   he   notices   avery   a   few   feet   away   looking   almost   as   if   he   were   glowing   underneath   the   sunlight  ,   the   corners   of   his   lips   twitching   up   in   the   smallest   of   smiles  .   he   can’t   believe   that   someone   can   look   so   ethereal   even   when   doing   the   most   mundane   things  .   mason   realizes   he’d   been   blatantly   staring   and   his   cheeks   darken   slightly   from   embarrassment  ,   hues   glancing   around   to   make   sure   no   one   had   witnessed   it  .   the   male   sucks   in   a   breath   before   going   over   and   sitting   down   slowly   as   not   to   startle   him  .      ❛      the   weather   is   nice  ,   right   ?   i’m   surprised   more   people   aren’t   enjoying   it  .      ❜      he   muses   aloud  ,   fingertips   drumming   lightly   against   the   cover   of   his   book   while   his   gaze   drifts   around   to   their   surroundings  .

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               the   moon   is   high   in   the   sky   above   the   park   bench   he’s   anchored   himself   to  ,   his   youngest   sister’s   head   resting   on   his   thigh  .   there’s   an   autumn   breeze   that   has   him   shivering   without   the   warmth   of   his   jacket   which   he’s   draped   over   hana   for   a   makeshift   blanket  .   he   glances   down   at   her  ,   peaceful   and   innocent  ,   cheeks   stained   with   tears   from   the   crying   she’d   done   earlier  .   their   father  ,   a   deadbeat  ,   had   sworn   he’d   visit   for   her   birthday   this   time   and   never   showed   up   as   per   usual  .   mason   tried   to   keep   hana   from   getting   her   hopes   up   but   to   no   avail  ,   and   he   was   left   to   deal   with   the   aftermath   ⁠—   again  .   the   sound   of   footsteps   breaks   the   silence  ,   eyes   squinting   in   the   dark   in   an   attempt   to   make   out   who   was   approaching  .   he   instinctively   wraps   a   protective   arm   around   his   sister  ,   whom   remains   fast   asleep  .

[lostbcy-blog1]

( jung yoonoh/jaehyun, cismale, he/him )  who is that ? oh, it’s just MASON KIM. the TWENTY-THREE year old has been in beauhart for HIS WHOLE LIFE and is currently a TATTOO ARTIST. i’ve heard they can be EMPATHETIC and CREATIVE, but also POSSESSIVE and SARCASTIC. maybe that’s why their anthem is DYING TO BELIEVE by SLEEPING WITH SIRENS and wandering the streets at night, an unfinished cigarette still burning, feeling alone in a crowded room makes me think of them.

what’s  good  ?  it’s  your  local  meme  queen™  and  favorite  korean,  ness,  who’s  bringing  to  you  a  new  muse  to  love  and/or  hate.  i  know  some  have  already  read  this  but  i  thought  i’d  repost  since  i  moved  blogs  !  if  you’re  interested  in   plotting  then  i  would  like  this  post,  send  me  an  IM,  or  add  me  on  discord:  trash™ ♡#4281

—  ;   background.

born and raised in beauhart by an infamous family that everyone in town knew, it wasn’t out of the ordinary for mr. kim to disappear on a bender for days almost every other week

he grew up being constantly let down by his father who would promise him, his siblings, and his mother that he’d get help for his gambling and drinking only to fail to deliver

did i mention that he has three siblings ? mason is the eldest and had to step up from a young age to help take care of them since his father, a mechanic, was unreliable and his mother, a waitress, needed to work all the time to provide for the house. mason never got the chance to just be a kid which really sucked

in school, he was the quiet kid in the back of the class that always doodled in textbooks and appeared to be not paying attention but is secretly smart. he didn’t have a large friend group nor the time to really spend socializing since he was always needed to watch his siblings. most of his peers would whisper about him: his clothes, his family, everything, and it made mason somewhat insecure. he wasn’t ashamed of any of it, however, it did make him more aware of himself and his living situation

after graduating high school, he had plans to attend university out of state but around the same time his parents announced they were getting a divorce. his youngest sister had just been born so he gave up furthering his education to make sure his family was taken care of and that his father wouldn’t begin acting out.

—  ;   personality.

a lowkey emotional™ mess

tattoos, that’s it

either talks too much or not at all

v good listener

really cares about people a lot

sort of hard to get him to open up and give away information about himself

the type of person to smile to your face but immediately frown as soon as you look away, really good at hiding his inner feelings

[jeongjaehyuns]

♡♡♡

[lostbcy-blog1]

lorem  ipsum dolor  sit  amet,  consectetur  adipiscing elit,  sed  do  eiusmod  tempor  incididunt  ut  labore  et  dolore  magna  aliqua.

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