sea breeze

living off of vitamin sea.

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officially back!

apologies for disappearing so suddenly, but internships kept me busy ; ;

i’m back though, forrealz......... so if you wanna plot and/or rp, hmu!!

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nonsexual acts of intimacy - accidentally falling asleep together !

the stars are countless, bright against the night sky. a soft breeze caresses bare skin. the beach is calm, waves gently lapping at the shore. the sound’s serene, lulling whoever listens into a state of light slumber.

sig’s on the verge of falling into the sea’s spell, eyelids heavy. late surf classes usually lead to dinner in the restaurants along the shore, which leads to walks on the beach after getting their stomachs full. walks on the beach end with the two sprawled on top of a blanket, staring up at the stars in comfortable silence.

“hey... are you still awake?” his voice is barely audible, heavy with exhaustion. his question is answered with the light snores from his companion. he can’t help but to smile fondly at the sea’s lullaby. it truly is a mystical wonder, one he’ll never get enough of. it pulls him in, slowly but surely. 

soon enough, there’s an echo of his companion’s snores. everything is peaceful, the atmosphere’s one of contentment and placidity, and he couldn’t ask for more or better.

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                                              find what you love,                                                 and let it kill you.

                                  Minhyuk. 22. recently turned vampire. 

                                            about. ask. gif credit.                                        literate multi-muse account.                                                  reblog. follow. 

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                           What is the most resilient                                                             PARASITE ?                             An idea. Once an idea has taken                             hold of the brain it’s almost                             impossible to eradicate.

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@capil liked for a starter !

last night is a haze, a complete blur in sig’s mind. maybe it’s the warmth of sheets against his bare torso, maybe it’s the sleep still clawing at his mind. or maybe, the splitting headache, the impending hangover and the excess of alcohol he drank last night.

sig remembers going to a club with his friends from the store, remembers that after a few shots and beers they’d all loosen up and hit the dancefloor. sig remembers his friends leaving him alone to chase some skirts, remembers that he’d danced and danced and danced until there was a thin sheet of sweat over his skin, body moving freely, unabashedly.

sig recalls hands on his hips, the press of a smaller body against his back and the smirk that formed on his lips. recalls the pressure of soft lips on his skin and fingertips grazing his torso. sig recalls turning around and seeing a--- oh god. no, no, no, not again--

he glances at his naked torso and then, fearfully, at the other side of the bed, a bed that only now he notices is not his own. sure enough, there’s a body laying beside his own, chest moving slowly, rhythmically, in a deep sleep. his stomach churns and he only has enough time to get to the toilet’s sink, spilling what was left of last night’s dinner in his stomach against the pristine marble. maybe it’s a dream, he thinks, maybe i’m hallucinating. the thought doesn’t bring much comfort to his racing heart. the marble feels too real against his trembling hands. sig peeks into the bedroom and the body is still there, peaceful, tranquil, with definitive masculine features and oh god he feels like throwing up again--- 

he manages to hold in his bile and scavanges the room for his clothes, phone and wallet. locking himself inside the bathroom, he hastily gets dressed and cleans the sink, trying to erase his presence in the apartment. sig tiptoes to the door and once out of the apartment, he bolts to the street, tears welling up on his eyes. his body hurts like hell but he runs and runs and runs, until his lungs burn and his body is begging for him to stop. sig finds himself... somewhere. he doesn’t recognize the street, but he’s almost sure he saw lotte world a few blocks down.

he feels lost, angry, confused-- and there’s only one person to call when he’s like this. he’s quick to dial john’s number, though his trembling fingers almost make him drop his phone twice. once he finally manages to dial the number, the call goes directly to voicemail and he curses lowly, gnawing at his nails. sig waits for the bip.

“u-uh... hey, jo--- hey, john, i, uh... i need you-- need you to pick me up. i... i don’t know where i am...? maybe two, three blocks away from lotte world, i’m not sure. please, just... come as soon as you hear this. please, please, please... i need you right now, john.” he hangs up almost uncertainly, bringing his hands up to cover his face as he leans against a wall and slides down to the floor. people passing by look at him weirdly as sig hugs his knees to his chest, letting tears drop onto the soft fabric of his jeans, but he really couldn’t care less right now. all he can think about is last night and that only brings more tears, so he resorts to staring at the pavement of the street, trying to keep his mind blank until john arrives.

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Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

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@siqull

     The vast ocean would always seem calm and tranquil like a sleeping beast when Han caught a glimpse of it through the window. Every now and then some white crests were visible, appearing and disappearing like stars of the night sky, but compared to the size of the sea they were nothing, a mere ripple glimmering on the surface.

     The size of the waves was only distinct where there was something smaller and more concrete than the large body of water to compare them to. People in general made a great gauge. It was an early autumn and the water had already started to cool down, but there were still some surfers and daredevils risking their health to enjoy the waves. And even on such a cool day, a certain boy had appeared again. What he did with his free time was none of Han’s business, but he knew the wind was rising and the weather was unpredictable at that time of the year. In a way it felt like his responsibility to make sure he would be alright. 

     “Hey,” Han said and hugged his cardigan to his body as he approached the male. The boy had bought his board with him, clearly ready to enter the water. He offered him a polite smile, a little stiff and nervous as always. “Have you checked the weather report today? I don’t think it’s safe to go in.”

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cries of joy surrounded him. the wind was picking up and the waves were growing in size. other surfers, some experienced, some not, cheered at the prospect of good waves. the atmosphere was one of glee and excitement. there’s an undertone of nervousness but they all knew that to venture in those kind of waters, one must respect the sea -- and sig was no fool. he knew the risks, the danger, knew that, if he’s lucky, he might only get away with a few cuts and bruises.

he tugged his board closer to his body, took a deep breath, inhaled the salty scent of the sea and--- his first step towards the water was postponed by a soft voice, one he barely heard over the roar of the waves. sig squinted his eyes at the smaller man, trying to figure out his angle. he seemed harmless though, with his nervous demeanor and big doe-like eyes. sig settled for an easy smile, one he hoped would ease the stranger.

“yeah, i have. it’s not my first time with waves like these, y’know? i have plenty of scars to prove it. it’s still worth it, though.” no matter how many times he got hurt, the adrenaline, the exhilaration, the butterflies on the pit of his stomach -- it was all more than worth the pain of the aftermath. “i’ve never seen you around. what’s your name?” he was genuinely curious. he’d have remembered his face if he’d ever seen him -- because he’s good with faces, of course. not because the man had bright, gorgeous eyes. sig suddenly felt uncomfortable. his mind had just pushed him down a line of thought that he liked to keep hidden, buried deep inside of him.

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@infernalkai

the sun is barely there, peeking from beneath the horizon, when sig first enters the water. it’s a cold morning, the sea is freezing, and even with his suit, it chills his bones to the point where it’s almost painful. he’s never felt more alive.

it’s an addiction. the cold, the pain, the adrenaline -- rinse and repeat, every single day. the waves crash against his clothed skin, lapping at the soaked fabric as if seducing him into the water, like a lover surrounded by warm sheets. sig wastes no time and indulges his freezing beau, paddling his arms alongside his board, eyes alert for the perfect wave.

he doesn’t have to wait long -- the wave comes, big and already forming a perfect tunnel of water, and he seizes it, turning his board around and paddling towards the shore. his heart thunders inside his chest as he slowly stands on the board, quickly recovering his balance. he’s at the peak of the wave and for those few seconds, those few breathtaking seconds, before he lets his board slide down and along the wave, sig feels invincible, elated, doesn’t care if he falls and cracks his head open. sig suspects this is the happiest he’ll ever be.

he stays there for an hour, catching wave after wave until his bones ache and his lungs burn. when sig gets out of the water, he’s sated and his muscles feel like jelly. setting his board down on the sand, he sits beside it and watches the sunrise. sig can’t help but to smile up at the heavens, knowing he’s being watched over by those he loves, knowing this is a tremendous fuck you to his adoptive parents. yeah, this is the happiest he’ll ever be.

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{ starter call }

[ --- let’s get this party started! you guys know the drill!

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[SMS: 꿀꿀이] Where are you? I'm waiting to pick you up by the light house. [SMS] You're already three whole minutes late.

[ sms: johnny neutron ] i know, man, chill

[ sms: johnny neutron ] a couple guys wanted a 1x1 lesson...??? it was weird tbh

[ sms: johnny neutron ] said they wanted to go pro

[ sms: johnny neutron ] yes, dear, i’ll be there in 2 minutes ; )

[callsyoumine]

here’s a list of some plots that i really really want. i’ve credited the original posts where i’ve gotten most of these from!

age gap aus: (cr.)

You live in my building and are so attractive let me always offer to carry your things up the stairs since the elevator is broken in hopes you’ll invite me in.

I’m a new Intern and my boss’s spouse is super foxy.

You’re an 800 year old vampire and I just turned 18.

I’m in desperate need for some cash so I became a Sugarbaby.

You’re my parent’s boss and I accepted your advances because I didn’t want them to get fired but you actually were just interested in me and you’re sorta cool.

We met online, hooked up and it turns out you’re my best friend’s aunt/uncle.

secretly dating/fucking aus: (cr.)

I’m your boss’s child.

You’re a really close friend of my sibling/parent/cousin/roommate but we also really hit it off?

We’re coworkers and usually that wouldn’t be a problem but I’m your boss, so stop looking at me like that.

You’re my RA and you signed a contract saying you wouldn’t hook up with your residents but can we overlook that for just tonight? and next week? and for the rest of the semester, maybe?

We hooked up after the office party even though there’s a strict no dating rule and honestly? we shouldn’t keep doing this but it was really fun.

soulmate aus: (cr.) / (cr.)

All of your dreams are your soulmate’s most significant memories from that given day.

Your soulmate’s hair color is the color of your eyes. the color of your eyes also changes to match the color of their hair if they dye it.

You wake up on your 18th birthday with the first words your soulmate will say to you tattooed on your body so you’ll know them when you meet them.

apartment aus: (cr.) / (cr.) / (cr.)

Your apartment is next to/above mine and I can hear you and your partner dancing and singing and the bed moving and you two laughing and talking in hussed tones and it won’t let me sleep so I bitch about it to you 24/7 and one day it stops and one day turns to one week and then months and I haven’t seen you smile in forever please let me in, I’ve been knocking for ten minutes.

I walked in on your ex yelling at you so you grabbed me and kissed me  so she’d go away and I’m kind of freaked out I literally just met you last week.

I accidentally took your laundry but just so you know you have awesome taste in underwear.

The walls are really thin and i can hear everything you’re saying could you please shut the fuck up new neighbor.

One person keeps showing up at the others place because they claim there’s always pokemon lurking there but really they just have a massive crush and wants to see them all the time.

famous aus: (cr.) / (cr.) / (cr.)

Plot where muse a is famous as fuck and creates a fake fan account on twitter/tumblr to feel kinda closer to fans and it’s all good and no one really knows it’s him and he’s getting to know what fans want from him but then enters muse b, who’s so completely in love with muse a and his music. The two begin to talk and they become friends and soon they’re texting constantly and she tells him everything and fangirls about her idol to him and they’ve both caught feelings really badly. So one day muse b gets a little scared that she’s being catfished so she asks muse a to video call her. Out of fear of losing her, he agrees and, surprise bitch, it’s her fucking idol.

We’re bandmates and we’re both straight as fuck but we’re currently on tour and it’s been a busy six months with hardly any time to go out and meet people, wanna hook up? It’s better than nothing, right? — But oh shit we’ve been at it for two months and the sex doesn’t really feel meaningless anymore and I have no idea what to do because aren’t we supposed to be straight?

I’m a radio host who indirectly mentions you and flirts with you on my show but you’re so goddamn clueless, please just notice me I’m so desperate for you it’s kind of sad.

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