𝘤𝘢𝘵𝘢𝘭𝘺𝘴𝘪𝘴.

𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐑𝐄  𝐈𝐒   [...]    a   𝒑𝒓𝒐𝒄𝒆𝒔𝒔   to   𝚎𝚟𝚎𝚛𝚢𝚝𝚑𝚒𝚗𝚐    /    𝙖𝙣𝙙 𝙖𝙡𝙨𝙤 ,   a   𝒄𝒐𝒏𝒄𝒍𝒖𝒔𝒊𝒐𝒏 .      𝐓𝐇𝐈𝐒   …   𝐈𝐒  𝒀𝑶𝑼𝑹𝑺 .

[lykost]

𝙿𝙸𝙽𝙽𝙴𝙳     𝙿𝙾𝚂𝚃   !

———   𝙲𝙷𝙰𝙽𝚂𝙸𝙺    𝙼𝙾𝙾𝙽,   apprentice  at  inkshift.   shapeshifter.   25.   he   /   him.   kim  jiwon.

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[lykost]

CHANSIK,   THE   STRAY   DOGS,   the   worn   linings   of   a   spring-hardened   couch;   a   bar   of   xanax   and   ice   cream   sandwiches   for   lunch.   a   pack   of   smokes;   cracked   window   and   the   neighbor's   cooking   (garlic,   onion,   tomato   —   soup?)   wafting   in.   typical   day   in   the   life.   skip   work,   smoke   a   bowl,   try   to   make   some   food,   end   up   scraping   it   out   the   window   to   the   dogs   outside   his   apartment.   shower,   cleans   the   stove,   back   to   the   couch;   if   it   weren't   for   the   dogs   he'd   never   get   out,   but   they   ‘gotta   get   some   exercise,   so   reluctantly   there'll   be   a   half-hour   trip   down   to   parkers   with   them   following   in   tow   like   a   second   shadow,   when   he   feels   particularly   inspired.   

he   finds   it’s   best   to   go   when   his   mind’s   running   a   mile   a   minute,   and   the   threat   of   being   the   next   one   to   line   the   streets   in   a   pool   of   his   own   blood   isn’t   quite   as   terrifying   as   being   left   alone   with   his   own   thoughts.   another   bar’s   swallowed   with   an   entire   glass   of   water,   and   now   a   tootsie   pop   he   hasn’t   paid for   is   tucked   in   his   cheek   for   the   dry-mouth.   his   fingers   dig   into   the   worn   indentations   in   his   wallet,   fishing   out   crumpled   bills   for   the   pack   of   pop   tarts   he   wilfully   intends   to   be   having   for   dinner   later   on   that   night.

“   yea   that’l   be   all,   ”   is   all   but   a   mumbled   slur   to   the   nameless   person   behind the   cash   register,   one   who   seems   to   fully   be   aware   chan's   not   intending   on   paying   for   the   confectionary   he'd   plucked   up   and   unwrapped   like   a   kid   at   a   candy   store.   blown   pupils   span   to   the   presence   looming   behind   him   then,   heightened   senses   picking   up   on   it   before   they   themselves   can   even   make   a   noise.   his   grin   spans   sharp,   full   of   teeth.   “   oh..   i’ll   pay   for   theirs,   too.   interestin’   choices,   my   friend.   ”

[d4ll]

I may look normal but I wave at security cameras

[konjoong]

shy bobby

[sagihairius]

i hate public bathrooms for all the obvious reasons but also because one time somebody in the next stall silently reached under and untied my shoe