“it’s fine, it’s okay,” li’er’s never seen him without some sort of covering and while she doesn’t know why it’s important, she does know how important it is to him. so she unwinds the scarf around her neck and quickly drapes it over him, covering his hair and over his shoulders. “there we go,” she says, more to herself than him, then turns a soft smile his way, adjusting the scarf so the stray bits of hair are hidden. “that’s enough adventure for a day?”
His mind turns into a storm of thoughts within seconds, and he can barely try to reorganize everything in his head or think of a solution when his body is reacting to that fear as if there’s a wild animal ready to turn him into its meal: he takes a few steps back and he can almost feel the adrenaline spread through his veins and feed his nerves something to give them enough stamina to run if needed.
Though once he feels the gentle touch on his shaking hands, it’s almost like it breaks the chain of immediate reactions caused by Hanbyeol’s panic, and he looks at the woman before him with wide eyes before he lets out a breath he didn’t know he was holding in. Her voice is soft, and her next action is enough to calm him down just a little — the soft fabric being draped over him, covering his hair and shoulders in a way that his hats couldn’t, it immediately makes Hanbyeol feel better, his breath and heartbeats slowly returning to their normal pace.
“Thank you,” he says in a quiet voice, only loud enough for her to hear and even manages to let a soft smile form on his lips now that he feels like he can control himself again; now that the paranoia has left him alone. After he listens to her, he lets out a soft and breathy chuckle, nodding his head a few times before he can speak too. “Yes, I’d say more than enough even... I’m sorry, I must look like I’m completely crazy. I swear I’m not! At least not too much...”
He isn’t entirely sure, but then again it's very difficult for Hanbyeol to trust anyone in afterlife — the few exceptions, it took him a long time until he could fully trust them. He deals with a feeling that he can’t trust anyone, a feeling that makes him want to run and hide from any and every social interaction that he would be forced to have when he was alive, but in which now he can choose whether or not he wants it.
AFTpex is pretty much still a mystery to him, one that he isn’t sure he wants to find out more about or if he’d rather keep his distance from; and that fact itself is enough to make him feel at least suspicious of whatever their true intention is with this whole afterlife thing, and that’s one of the reasons why he’s always writing down everything he finds abnormal in this already abnormal world.
Maybe one day or another he’ll figure out something that will make up his mind about them.
Hanbyeol stops when he hears her voice, and almost immediately turns around to look at the woman whose voice is way too familiar for him not to recognize as soon as he heard her. He’s known Li’er for a long time now, and despite the nervousness he felt when they first met at her spawn point, he has grown to be lowkey fond of her and her company. Not that he’d ever admit it, though.
But still, he smiles when he finally looks at her. “Adventurous,” he repeats in the form of another question, tilting his head and looking at her with a face that clearly expresses confusion. He isn’t sure what she’s talking about until she speaks to him again.
“Your hat,” she points at his head. “You’re not wearing it today.”
And that’s when he feels his chest tight, eyes wide open as he looks at her and brings his hands up to touch his head, expecting to feel any type of fabric but all he touches is his own hair, soft and smooth under his palms. Some would say not wearing a hat is not something big enough to make a person panic, but it was more than enough to send Hanbyeol into a state of paranoia that might be viewed as exhaggeration; but it’s only irrational fear.
“Oh no,” he says with a quiet whine, hands starting to shake. “I can’t believe it, I’m so stupid!”
he bit his lower lip after his long tirade and let out a small laugh, letting go of hanbyeol’s pinky and easily agreeing with whhat his friend had planned, “that sounds good to me. just stay close.” he breathed out, lips curling into a small, reassuring smile as he stepped forward and led the way to the arcade. it wasn’t too far, just a few blocks away, and they could have used any other mode of transportation, but xi-wang enjoyed walking. it made things more permanent, even though they barely felt that way most of the time. that, and having someone with him along for the ride sort of cemented things. hanbyeol was the perfect partner in crime.
“you know, if you keep spoiling her, she’ll become your favourite.” xi-wang huffed playfully, his lips curling upwards into a playful smile, “she already loves you a lot. she even lets you hold her. that’s something.”
Even with Butterscotch in his arms, the kitten being a huge attention thief whenever she is present, Byeol still managed to pay attention to everything Xiwang is telling him — and he’d hate himself if he didn’t, for the words the other says to him have so much meaning and dig so deep into his heart that Byeol almost feels like crying. But he holds all that emotion in and instead, he offers another warm and sweet smile to his friend as he gently bumps into his shoulder, careful not to scare Butterscotch. He has never been a fan of crying in public, neither worrying a dear friend like Xiwang with his tears.
“You don’t ever overwhelm me,” he finally says after a second or two of silence, eyes moving back down to meet the kitten’s as he continues to speak. “That’s one of the things I appreciate the most about you, Xiwang... You don’t overwhelm me. It’s the contrary, your company helps me feel calmer in situations where I’d rather run away and hide in my apartment. I don’t usually like going outside and you know that, but when it’s about meeting you and going through your list... It motivates me to actually enjoy this second chance I was given. It’s still scary, but at least I know you’ll be there with me in case things don’t go as planned.” Then, he looks back at Xiwang with a wider smile on his lips, his eyes almost disappear into small crescents. “I’m happy you feel proud, I do too... but it’s all thanks to you. And this baby’s too, of course!”
After he says those things, he presses soft little kisses on top of the kitten’s head, holding her carefully as he uses one of his hands to gently scratch behind her ears. He stays silent again as he follows his friend to their destination, and he uses that little bit of time to think of the things he had just listened to — it leaves his chest feeling warm and cozy with happiness, a feeling he always feels whenever they’re together. Hanbyeol doesn’t remember ever having a friendship that felt like that, and he’s thankful that he has been given the chance to meet someone like Xiwang after his death. He can finally experience what true friendship is like.
“But she’s already one of my favorites!” He says with a quiet chuckle, looking back at his friend. “You two are,” and bumps into Xiwang again, the smile never leaving his lips. “Aww, I’m happy she loves me... I know I can be a bit annoying sometimes, with all the hugs and kisses that I give her.”
🎲 : what has hanbyeol figured out about the glitch already?
Not much. Hanbyeol was so nervous when he saw the message, when he attempted to read what the message said, that he could barely think of what to do when it happened; though, once he started feeling a bit calmer and started writing things down with more attention to it, he noticed a pattern in some of the words that were formed in his PCD screen.
By comparing this pattern and figuring out some simple words like “are”, “the”, and “we” he managed to understand a few lines of what the text said — but not enough to have any solid thoughts about it yet. He doesn’t want to start making up theories and let his fear take over his mind, not more than it already has, so he’s trying not to think too much about it.
And he fails, he can’t stop thinking about it.
There is always that strange feeling that things aren’t right that makes him feel goosebumps, makes him feel a shiver run down his spine. It makes him feel things that he hasn’t felt ever since he died, things that he really appreciated in afterlife. Things he doesn’t want to go through again.
⏱ / what my muse was doing during the glitch
📷 / my muse’s opinion on if they’re being watched or not
🗝 / how secure my muse keeps their belongings and private information
🎲 / what my muse has figured out about the glitch already
♟ / if my muse trusts in AFTpex
🌪 / one of my muse’s biggest regrets
🌑 / my muse’s favorite planet to go to in afterlife
♤ / what my muse has yours saved as in their PCD
📻 / a short playlist of for our muses
🔗 / a headcanon about our muses
SENTENCE STARTERS
“tell me we’re doing the right thing.”
“everything is so confusing. i don’t know.”
“i hate knowing we have to hide.”
“this is all out of our control.”
“what am i supposed to say to that?”
“is this all a joke to you?”
“the only way to get rid of a temptation is to yield to it.”
“you’re feeling adventurous today, aren’t you?”
“do you know what time it is? it’s not time for this. that’s what time it is.”
“you saw it/them too, right?”
NOTE
to mark that you’d like the above sent to your muse, please reblog this post and cross out any you’d rather not do. this meme is relevant from 07.05 to 07.19; if a meme or sentence starter meets the word count, it can count as activity. tags: re.event 1, re.meme
After so many hours sitting in his room alone, with his notebook and pen in hands, and fingers bruised red from all the writing he has been doing the entire night about what he had seen just a couple of hours earlier, Hanbyeol finds himself curled up against his couch, his head hanging low between his knees as he wraps his arms tightly around his legs. His head hurts after so much thinking, and the thumpering of his foot on the floor is a clear sign of the anxiety that has been creeping inside of him ever since he received that notification on his PCD.
He still hasn’t found out a way to truly enjoy his second chance in life, and the paranoia of a previous life living under constant watch only makes it worse for him. Hanbyeol does have his moments when he actually lives — when he meets Xiwang and Yongjin, when they encourage him to leave his apartment and make him feel a little bit safer in the outer world —, but that doesn’t mean he is entirely comfortable in this new life, it doesn’t mean he feels safe to be outside like the normal person he craves to be so badly.
After all, he’s still in a world where it’s so easy to be observed, so easy to be controlled... Who knows who’s controlling afterlife, who knows what the professionals in AFTpex can or can’t see in this world that they have created? These questions send adrenaline in his loodstream, and that adrenaline ends up in a peak of anxiety that Hanbyeol can almost compare to what he felt when he was alive, when he was still an idol. Most of the times, he’d prefer to be left alone in this situation, but right now... That’s the last he wants.
SMS SENT TO : JIN .
jin, arw you homr?
His hands shake as he types the messages and he struggles to see the little letters behind the tears that form on his eyes, but he does his best to be understood as his fingertips tap the screen before him.
SMS SENT TO : JIN .
i’m npt feeling well could yoi comr over?
Living a second life after his death means not having to stick to the same routine every single day like he used to. A day that once used to be filled with dance practices, vocal training, lyric writing and playing on the piano, is now filled by almost nothing; Hanbyeol doesn’t make plans anymore, he does whatever he wants and sleep happens whenever he feels like it — which sometimes might happen at 10pm, sometimes at 4am, and this time is the latter.
Music is playing on his tv as he writes something on his diary, just a little note about how he didn’t do anything that day other than lay on the couch and stare at the ceiling, but he makes to describe all of the thoughts he had with details. He writes to distract himself, and having a diary to write about small things he does as well as the notebook he has to write things he witnesses in afterlife really helps him relax when he isn’t feeling the best.
But this time, after seeing what he sees, not even writing on his diary or listening to music will help him relax and get his mind off his worries.
The notification surprises him, he doesn’t usually receives messages so late at night since not everyone’s sleep schedule is so fucked up like his, and when Hanbyeol reads ( or tries to ) the new message on his PCD, he can’t help but widen his eyes in completely shock. In all these years, after so many glitches that has seen in the past, nothing had ever come close to that message.
Hanbyeol immediately feels his heart stop, as impossile as that would be in this universe he’s now located in, and after a couple of seconds he lets out a breath that he didn’t know he has been holding this entire time. It almost feels like a blackout, when he blinks again and finally looks at the message again, his hands are shaking in a mix of fear and confusion.
With no hesitation, once Hanbyeol feels good enough to start writing again, he grabs the notebook where he keeps everything related to afterlife. His handwriting doesn’t look like it usually would, it’s a bit messy and not so easy to read and that’s a pattern through most of the pages in that notebook — results of other moments like this, when something uncommon happens and catches him off guard, resulting in shaky hands and uneven breath.
And then comes the official message, only making things look more scary.
Sometimes paranoia ends in some obsessive behaviors, and in moments like this it is the need to document everything he has just seen right before his eyes. At this point, Hanbyeol’s notebook could easily become a source of research for the professionals working for AFTpex.
All while this was happening, Yongjin had completely ignored the storm of text messages that were being delivered to him. He didn’t want to interact with anyone, he just didn’t feel like being a burden when he was in his feelings. Unfortunately for him, he never really accounted on other people understanding that. He was completely enveloped in his show, transported to another world, when the front door unlocks and a familiar voice rings out. The voice belonging to a concerned Hanbyeol.
Yongjin sat on the floor mesmerized as he watched Lion-O wield his sword at his opponent, eyes drifting from the screen to see Hanbyeol standing in his apartment, “Hey…,” focusing back on the screen for a moment before snapping his full attention to the surprise guest, “H-Hanbyeol? What are you doing here?”
When he finally spots the other man sitting in front of the tv, the room only being illuminated by the light coming from the large device in front of him, Hanbyeol feels a heavy weight on his chest: he almost sees a reflection of himself in the sight before him, and it almost feels like he can feel exactly what Yongjin has been feeling too, the negativity is almost palpable and it makes him squeeze the key he has in his hands. And yet, he smiles, stepping closer to Yongjin until he can sit next to him on the floor.
His smile widens, and he completely ignores the question made at him to avoid talking about how he just got in his friend’s home without permission, and instead, he nudges the other softly with his elbow. “Hey,” his voice is soft and gentle, and his head is tilted to the side as he stared at Yongjin — scanning his facial expression, the mess that is his hair, and how tired he looks. “Are you okay? Why didn’t you reply to my texts...”
The answer to that question is nothing new for Hanbyeol, he has seen Yongjin like that before and yet he always makes the same question; almost as a way to encourage his friend to talk about his feelings and let his emotions out. A sign that he can be trusted, because he really can. Hanbyeol knows how to keep a secret, he has done it so many times when he was alive and even right now, in afterlife, it is no different. Sometimes, his own identity is kept as a secret from people — but not from Yongjin. He trusts Yongjin, and he wants the other to trust him just as much.
“You look like you just got out of bed,” he says with a playful smile on his lips, one of his hands carefully reaches over to ruffle Yongjin’s hair and mess it up even more. “Please, tell me you’re not being influenced by me and my shitty sleep schedule.”
music has always been part of hanbyeol’s life, he was born in a world surrounded by it and of course he quickly developed a love for it that could be as strong as his father’s was. it had always been easy for him to express himself through the lyrics he wrote, beautiful and meaningful poems, and through the melodies he composed on his father’s piano — the emotions were transcribed from his mind and body to the music sheets in front of him, as his fingers delicately pressed the white and black keys underneath his touch. that love, passion, and dedication led him to a path that he loved in the beginning but grew tired of as the years passed by.
in afterlife, hanbyeol doesn’t make music like he used to: he writes his lyrics, thinks of new melodies and arrangements to fit into the verses he created, but doesn’t put it to practice; he doesn’t even sing as much as he used to, even though he has always loved singing. instead, he has chosen to enjoy music that already exists, music that deviates from the type of music he used to create. music that can help him shut off his thoughts, that can make him feel at ease and comfortable in his own mind. music that can wipe away all and every concern, that can take the anxiety and paranoia off of his shoulders.
he enjoys soft and sweet notes that feel like a gentle caress to his ears, like fingers running the smooth strands of his dark hair — soothing him into a deep slumber.
“it seems like you’ll have to carry her along the way.” he teases the other gently, tugging his friend along after depositing butterscotch in his arms, smile widening, “the arcade i heard of doesn’t have too many people- at least not at this time, so maybe it wouldn’t bee too overwhelming for you. if it gets bad, you’ll let me know and we can do something else. yeah?”
Hanbyeol squeezes Xiwang’s hands back, a bright and happy smile on his lips at every display of affection that he receives from his friend, and when he looks down at their hands, his smile gets even wider when he sees the matching bracelets on their wrists --- he isn’t sure if he ever had a friend like Xiwang when he was alive, he doesn’t remember ever a friend whose presence would be enough to make him feel happier and more willing to do things that he’s scared of.
“Still, I know meeting in person is important too... And I wanna try to overcome my fears, you know I can’t live this entire life locked in my apartment.” As comfortable as that idea sounds, Hanbyeol knows he can’t, he shouldn’t. Not when he was given a second chance to try again, to give himself a proper life with the freedom he has always dreamed of --- and seeing Xiwang and the adorable Butterscotch motivated him to do just that, to explore this new world and experience what life truly feels like.
“I can’t ever spoil her too much,” he says, still holding on his friend’s pinky. “She deserves all the pets and praises and treats and toys.” He gives the cat a few more head scratches before he straightens himself up again, the smile still hasn’t left his lips when he looks at Xiwang again. “I really don’t mind carrying her along the way.” His voice is gentle when he speaks, only letting go of the other’s pinky to take the cat in his arms, he even presses a tiny kiss on top of her head. “It’s okay, I trust you. I’m sure we’re gonna have fun, let’s go!”
He won’t deny if questioned about it, he does feel a bit nervous; but having Butterscotch purring in his arms is enough to distract him from his fears.
clutching butterscotch to his chest, his eyes brightened when he noticed his friend, lips curling upwards into a bright smile, and he was quick to set his kitten down and lean into his embrace, arms curling around hanbyeol’s middle to return the hug. hugging. he can’t believe he was also getting hugs now too.
“hanbyeol! it’s been just a little while. we’ve been speaking all week, though it’s nice to see you again in person. do you want to walk around? there’s an arcade that allows pets and i think you might like it- after, we can get food!”
Hanbyeol squeezes his friend for a moment, before pulling away and resting his hands over Xiwang’s shoulders when he looks at the other with a happy smile on his face, squeezing them just a little as if that’d act as a reassurance to his words. “You’re right,” he says with a chuckle, shrugging his shoulders just a little before he lets go of his friend. “We did talk all week, but seeing you in person is always better than texting.”
When he looks down and sees the cat, though, Hanbyeol can’t help but let his smile widen even more, immediately lowering himself so he can give Butterscotch some head scratches and more pets. “Look at this pretty girl,” this time, he speaks with a very different tone of voice --- something close a baby voice that he only does when he talks to Xiwang’s cat. “Hi, kitty... I brought snacks for you.”
After giving the kitty a little bit of attention, he looks up at his friend and nods a few times, his smile is still bright and happy at the thought of playing games and then having a good meal with the other. “Yes, that sounds like a great plan! I haven’t played games in a really long time... And some food later would be perfect, I’m dying to eat something very unhealthy.”
Hanbyeol knows Yongjin. He knows Yongjin better than anyone could imagine, and when he finds no response to his little spam of text messages he knows something is wrong with his friend. In fact, he knows exactly what’s wrong with the other man, and the deep sigh that escapes past his lips when he makes the decision to visit the other denounces his lack of surprise.
When he leaves his apartment, Hanbyeol makes sure to grab an extra key --- one that has a Thundercats keyring to differentiate it from the ones that give access to his own home. To avoid being in crowds, he teleports himself to the front of the building where his friend lives, and without hesitation, he walks into the reception and smiles at the woman behind the counter.
She welcomes him and allows him to walk straight into the elevator, and he holds the key in his hand tightly when he finally arrives at Yongjin’s floor. He walks towards the door and smiles when he looks down at his hand, the little metal objects glistening under the artificial lights of the hallway. When he puts the key into the keyhole and turns it, the click sound of the now unlocked door brings a smile to his face. Before he opens it, he shoves the key back into his jacket pocket and quietly walks in, closing the door carefully behind himself once he’s in.
“Yongjin,” he calls out with a soft voice. “Are you home, Jin?”
Being outside still feels weird after so many days locked in his apartment, but the only thing encouraging him to dress up and go downstairs to meet with Xiwang and Butterscotch. There are many ways to convince Hanbyeol to leave the safety of his home, but nobody does it as well and his friend Xiwang does --- being able to meet him and his adorable cat, it is more than enough to make Hanbyeol put on his shoes and go on little adventures together.
He puts on some jeans and a simple shirt and a jacket, a pair of comfortable shoes and a baseball cap, and he can’t forget the bracelet that Xiwang gifted him once their friendship started to become something more solid. Once the trust between them was built completely. Hanbyeol doesn’t have the habit of taking the bracelet off, but he avoids showering with it to make sure it won’t be damaged by water.
After he leaves the building where his apartment is located, he not-so-calmly walks towards the park where they always meet; he has his hands shoved in the pockets of his jacket and the cap on his head almost hides his face --- he actually looks very suspicious, instead of discreet.
But when he sees Xiwang, he can’t help the bright smile that spreads on his lips, his eyes almost disappear into small crescents when he opens his arms for his friend.
“Hey,” he says and gives Xiwang a hug. “It’s been a while, huh?”
hello, darlings! my name is moon, i am twenty years old and i live in hell, gmt-3. english is not my first language so please, be patient with me if you see any mistakes in our threads --- i promise i’m doing my best. i also ask for you guys to tag anything related to the ocean and its animals, even more if they’re explicit images or descriptive mentions of those things. anyways, enough about me! under the read more you’ll find some information about the chameleon, but you can click this link if you’d like to read his entire biography ♥
TRIGGER WARNINGS : mentions of death, blood, shooting.
THE CHAMELEON : bae hanbyeol, @athanatos.
before afterlife, hanbyeol was born from a famous actress and a famous musician. he was born a celebrity and lived his entire life surrounded by cameras and fame, encouraged to be a musician just like his father.
he did become a musician and a very popular one, definitely the country’s favorite singer and with that. he conquered a lot --- a legion of fans being part of those achievements.
afraid of being in scandals that could potentially ruin his image and career, hanbyeol prived himself from living a normal life.
in fact, that only made him become unhappy and crave for the anonymity of a simple life.
but that unhappy life came to an end when he was shot, a fan awaited for him to get back home from an event and surprised hanbyeol with a bullet straight into his heart.
when he woke up again, as contradictory as it sounds, hanbyeol was dead and uploaded in afterlife.
after afterlife, he felt nothing but confusion for the first few years, he didn’t have a lot of information about what all of that was --- he was only the third person to be uploaded into that new world.
but eventually, hanbyeol understood that he was given a second chance: he could try again and maybe give himself the life that he so much envied of those that didn’t have to deal with fame like he had.
for that reason, he excluded himself from others. he became a loner, an enthusiast of solitude, and an appreciator of his own silence.
he finally learned what peace felt like, and he was not willing to change it.
to make up for the lack of social interactions, that hanbyeol could swear he didn’t need, he started a diary --- he wrote in that notebook everything that intrigued him about afterlife, and that includes glitches, errors, typos, literally anything that would catch his attention.
he believed that maybe, one day, all of those things he wrote about could be useful to someone --- either to improve the system or to become the history of what afterlife once was.
right now, hanbyeol has become someone paranoid, almost as much as he used to be in his life before afterlife. he barely leaves his apartment, afraid that people ( a number that has increased considerably ever since he was uploaded ) will recognize him for who he was in the past.
sometimes you’ll meet him as hanbyeol, sometimes as jihoon, and some other times as daehyun; and he will come up with a new name whenever he feels like it’s needed, just to protect his anonymity and the silence that he has conquered in his second chance at life.
his paranoia sometimes gets the best of him and he feels uncomfortable being around crowds, so he might ask to go somewhere private whenever he has company --- doesn’t matter if they’re friends, new acquaintances, or even enemies!
he’s a good man, though... just needs the right encouragement to get out of his apartment and actually live his second life properly.
POSSIBLE WANTED PLOTS :
NEIGHBORS + 02. : you either worry about him or you really don’t understand him. he’s always locked in his apartment and you really don’t know why --- but you know it’s not okay. you either try to encourage him to leave and enjoy life, or you just try to approach him to find out why he’s so distant from everything.
TRAVELERS + 01 --- TAKEN. : you’re one of the very few people that manage to convince hanbyeol to leave his apartment when he doesn’t need it. you make him want to discover the world and you do it together, he can barely feel the time pass when you’re together.
TRUSTWORTHY + 02 --- 1 TAKEN. : he finds comfort in your company, he feels like he can tell you everything and anything without suffering the consequences of it. definitely one of the best friends he will ever make in the afterlife.
THE PANIC + 01 --- TAKEN. : you’ve met him before your death and not only once, so when you see a familiar face again... you can’t help but to try to approach him, which sets his paranoia to its peak and makes him panic every time he sees you.
UNKNOWN CODES + 01. : there are so many things he has seen in all these years in afterlife, mistakes caused by the programmers of the system and things that will probably never happen again --- things that could maybe be very precious to someone who knows what they mean.
NOT ONLY PHYSICAL + 01 — TAKEN. : he never planned on leaving the closet, not even when he was still alive. his sexuality was a big secret that only one person knew of before afterlife — a security guard he had an undisclosed relationship with before his death. but now, being alone for so many years has kind of made hanbyeol feel a little needy… until he meets you. there is a good connection and good chemistry between the both of you and things kinda become more than just a friendship.
UNREQUITED + 01. : you have a crush on him but unfortunately, it is not mutual... he wants to be friends, but he doesn’t know if he should or not because he doesn’t want to hurt your feelings. he just doesn’t know what to do when you’re around.
ANNOYANCE + 02. : something about him makes you want to punch him. it’s probably how he doesn’t seem to care about anything, and yet, care about everything all at once. he’s always contradicting himself and it upsets you so much... or maybe there’s another reason, who knows?
BABYSITTER + 03. : if there is one person that has time to take care of your pet when you’re not home, that’s hanbyeol. he loves animals and he treats all of them like they’re his own, and there is a chance ( in fact, a certainty ) that he likes your pet more than he likes you.
AND THAT’S ALL I CAN THINK OF FOR NOW BUT I’LL ADD MORE WITH TIME!!! i find it easier to plot and discuss things on discord, so dm me your username and i’ll add you --- though i don’t mind plotting through tumblr ims too.
