VARIETY PACK / a post filled with games, memes, and other various fun tasks to be completed. please reblog to signal that you’d like to play along & feel free to cross things out that you’d rather not do !
HEADCANONS / *
send ♡ for a friendship headcanon
send ♬ for a childhood headcanon
send ☼ for a dream headcanon
send ♧ for a cooking headcanon
send ❧ for a food headcanon
send ★ for a talent headcanon
send △ for a sex headcanon
send ➷ for a sports headcanon
send ⊗ for a phobia headcanon
send ☾ for a sleep headcanon
send ✜ for a fear headcanon
send ☠ for a death headcanon
SENTENCE STARTERS / * * * * *
“I don’t have time to play tour guide”
“You can only blame your problems on the world for so long”
“Can I skip dinner and go right for dessert?”
“I wanna scream ‘I love you’ from the top of my lungs”
“Beg all you want, but your fate is going to end the same way”
“I don’t care what you think as long as it’s about me ”
“They always bring up how you’ve changed”
“Do not touch me, I don’t require affection from anyone”
“Your secret’s out and the best part is it isn’t even a good one”
“You weren’t putting that tongue to any use anyway”
[text] okay, this game isn’t funny anymore. tell us where all the forks are.
[text] The lack of pants and amount of productivity in my life right now is amazing.
[text] when i start to cry when i lose at mario kart is when you should put me to bed
[text] You leave a trail of fuck everywhere you go
[text] you traded sex for a burrito?
[text] Let’s play a little game called “Chill the Fuck Out” - you’re our first contestant
[text] I’ve replaced you with thin mints and masturbation
THE FIRST PROMPT: It’s the last day of Summer Fest and the majority of the citizens (if not all) will be watching the fireworks show that begins soon. Does your muse go to the fairgrounds to view the fireworks or do they go somewhere else?
There had been a time when Sangcheol reveled in festivities. Drunken song and laughter a respite from infinite responsibilities that seemed to follow him regardless of how far he sailed. Yet, such guiltless, naive happiness seemed lifetimes ago. For now, such happy times only reminded him of all the sins he’d committed; all the people he lost and disappointed. Festivities, it seemed, no longer suited him.
Of course he still attended the summer fests, checking out the latest tents and taking a bite of the cotton candy before throwing it away after being reminded just how sweet carnival food was...but respite was much needed. It was only so long before the laughter, and shine that surrounded the event would take on a lackluster almost annoyingly loud hue. It was only so long before he’d leave the twinkling man-made lights and song to find peace in the song of the wind.
His feet would take him down familiar trails until he stood before ravaging waves and a high-cliff that looked both out at the sea and in at the bustling lights. It was far enough to hear just the trance of song and humane voices against the backdrop waves crashing beneath on stone. A hidden spot that revealed the starry masses above him that would soon sparkle with fireworks.
In moments like these, Sangcheol wondered if she too witnessed such beauty. If she had found peace in the heavens above, and if, upon occasion, she’d watch the mundane life he now lead. He liked to think that she did, that, lying down on the rocks, she was with him. Witnessing as the sky glowed bright in the night on his childhood home. Forgiving him for his mistakes, and loving him regardless of the monster he knew himself to be.
Sangcheol closed his eyes, a soft peaceful smile on his lips as the fireworks still lit his enclosed vision. So much had changed...and so much hadn’t.
send 💫 for one place they sometimes end up falling asleep
Only on Bido, in Nohwa, does Sangcheol have the luxury of being able to fall asleep not on his safe, and secured bed. And having grown up for the most part on the island, he knew many of it’s hidden escapes. One such happens to be a somewhat grassy cliff that overlooks the ravaging sea. Far enough so he doesn’t wake up with a face full of salt after an afternoon nap, but close enough for the ocean to whisper lullabies in his ear. If you know the somewhat haphazard route off the cliff, you can find him snoozing or taking a mid-afternoon nap. He’s even hidden blankets in some tree-trunks.
send ✨ for what my muse would act like when they haven’t gotten enough sleep
Sangcheol becomes much more alert after sleepless nights. Perhaps it’s because of all the sleepless nights he had as a scout for the gang. One couldn’t sleep when a delayed response meant the difference between living or dead. And so, despite running on little to no sleep, his body adapted to it’s circumstances: sight becoming more clearer, hearing more acute, his entire body more alert. And so now, instead of being a grumpy old man, Sangcheol simply becomes more aware of his surroundings. Which on Bido, isn’t such a bad thing. Though the same is night the case if you get some alcohol into his system. Hungover and sleepless, he just might want to fight you.
send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a head canon about our muses
It was funny to think how much their dynamic had changed, how his perception of jungah had changed. He could recall when she seemed a sweet, bubbly, innocent younger sister to him. Bringing him bento boxes and responding to his letters with updates that’d make him laugh. And then there was the change. No longer a church-attending, rule-following girl but headstrong, strong-willed, woman. Instead of church, he’d see her hanging around the village bar. Find her in the pool halls when he went to de-stress and play a few rounds. and so soon, instead of sharing delicacies in a box, they shared the burn of liquor and downing shots. They say that friends who drink together stay together. And well, Jungah has been one of a few constants in his life.
send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets
Sangcheol tries not to have regrets, believing that every decision, every bad or happy outcome, happens for a reason. Intricately woven into the strings of fate to give birth to the man that he is today. Yet, his greatest regret would be letting her go; his greatest regret that he didn’t fight back when he should have. That he didn’t kill the motherfucker sooner. But he would never let such words escape his lips, not sober not while intoxicated, and so he simply says: “letting love walk past me.” A bitter sweet smile adorns his lips as he finishes his drink. “of losing hope.”
send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at
“mmm, honestly any card game.” Sangcheol enjoyed playing cards, and was a quick learner when it came to games. Whether digital, board, or cards. “oh and dance dance revolution.” he chuckles. He had a strong core and good hand-eye coordination.
send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate
“lies” He states simply in a breathy whisper. Ironic given all the secrets that surround him. Given all the lies he’s breathed life to. And though it comes easily, Sangcheol never particularly enjoyed it. For him, lying was a means to an end. A form of protection; a way to grasps his dreams; an easier way of life. And it came easy because sometimes, he simply didn’t care. It was harder to explain to truth. To tell it. But if it’s one thing that he hates, Sangcheol hates being lied to without good reason. More importantly, he hates the disloyalty that lying breeds. Perhaps he’s just never been one to actually enjoy humans turning on their closest friends. On each other.
send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate
“mmm, something I hate..” Sangcheol repeats, sloshing the beer around his mouth as he thinks. “that’s easy.” he swallows. “your nagging.” he chuckles. Even though Sangcheol was nine years seungjae’s elder, the younger one still seemed to find ways to keep his old soul in check. Or his health mainly. Even though Sangcheol liked to make known that he wasn’t that old and he was as healthy, maybe even more so minus his liver and lungs, than a spritely twenty-year-old.
“I’ll smoke when i want, and you can’t realistically stop me. The moment I’ll put down a cig is the day you step into the kitchen and pick up a knife.” He laughs. And well, he knew that wouldn’t be anytime soon. If ever.
send 🎤 and i’ll make a short playlist for our muses
send 🎼 for a song that reminds me of our muses
send 🌹 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard for our muses
send 💛 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse
send 👗 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s fashion style
send 👶 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s childhood
send 🏠 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s home aesthetics
send 🍕 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s favorite foods
send 👮 and i’ll make an aesthetic/moodboard about my muse’s occupation
send ✉ for a written letter from my muse
send 💬 and my muse will say what they really think about yours
send 👤+ a muse name for my muse’s opinion on that muse
send ⭐️ (or multiple) for a headcanon about our muses
send 👀 for my muse to compliment yours
send 😍 for my muse to tell yours three things they love about them
send 🍎 and my muse will tell yours why they’re thankful for
send 😵 for my muse to tell you something they hate
send 🍵 and my muse will reveal one of their biggest regrets
send 🎁 for my muse to describe one thing on their personal wishlist
send ☎ for your muse’s info in my muses phone (name, ringtone, picture, last text received/sent)
send ☄️ for 2-4 songs that are always in their playlists
send 💫 for one place they sometimes end up falling asleep
send 💥 for the game they’d destroy everyone else at
send 🌙 for the emoticon they’d use most often
send ✨ for what my muse would act like when they haven’t gotten enough sleep
send 💐 for how they take care of themselves while in a slump
send 🍂 for what they wanted to be when they grew up
send 🌈 for my muse’s favorite kind of weather
send ✔️ for a daydream my muse has had about/involving yours
send 💋 for how my muse would seduce/flirt with yours
send 👏 and try to fluster my muse (anything goes!)
** please reblog to signal that you’d like to play along & feel free to cross things out that you’d rather not do !
Hi guys! SangCheol’s Mun, Helen here! This is just a quick introductory post to get the ball rolling~ very excited to get started and also to participate in the event (so come at me with plots/threads)!! Might be adding some plots on his page, but meanwhile, give this post a like if you wanna plot with Sangcheol! (and i’ll roll throw dms) Also, just a few quick short headcannons/facts below.
fishermen ahoy. he spends a lot of his time out at sea fishing, along the shoreline/beaches, or at the bar. Will usually grab a drink at the end of his day because man likes his whiskey.
Always carries a pack of cigarettes, swiss army knife, & a Elk Ridge Knives Gut Hook Hunter Knife.
hates milk-chocolate with a dying passion. Not a big fan of sweets in general, prefers dark-chocolate (if he had to choose) but prefers salty snacks in general. He doesn’t snack much though.
Even though he has family here, he lives by himself (on his boat mainly and small house he’s built himself). Stops by to visit his parents every now and then for dinner, but also a good cook so he often cooks at home.
LOVES food, and meat. He may fish for a living, but he can’t ever resist a good steak or budae jjigae.
loves orange juice. prefers tea over coffee.
attracted to everything in the night, can be found napping around noon.
doesn’t talk much about his life off the island except for frivolous things.
Upon first impression, he can seem kinda cold & detached, but once you get to know him he’s kinda like the neighborhood Hyung. Don’t mistake it as him having a soft heart though, because, if you get on his bad side, he wouldn’t hesitate to throw a punch.
has a german shepherd named hunter. usually always by his side.
p.s. I’m usually more accessible on discord, soo send me your username and I’ll add ya since mine sometimes can’t be found :)
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