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` hiatus notice thing or whatever )
School starts back tomorrow /sobs eyes out/
I'm not exactly sure how busy I'm going to be with my new class schedule and whatnot, so I'm going on hiatus just in case. (I know how little I can focus)
Hopefully this will be a short arrangement until I get settled in and everything ^ ^
((except for the fact that I've been super writers'-blocked lately huhuhu))
` headcannon prompts ;; (volume two)
1: what does their bedroom look like? (asked by Kim Kyungsoo)
Sunggyu's bedroom is cozy, and a quite bit messy. The apartment he shares with Jinah is small since they moved out from under his father's jurisdiction, so he has nothing of much luxury. Everything is for practical use, and he wastes no time on organization.
He has a four-poster bed in the far corner piled high with quilts. The concrete of his floor is covered in mismatched rugs: some oriental, some woven. The overlapping rugs are a must since he sleeps on the floor more often than in the bed itself. He has a closet, but almost nothing is actually on hangers, his clothes instead piled on the floor. Clothing is also strewn haphazardly over everything in the room. The light comes from a single window above his bed (with sheer curtains) and various lamps of different shapes and sized. Besides his bed he has an all hardwood desk, a single upholstered chair, and a dresser.
22: paper, pencil, and nothing to do? (asked by Kim Himchan)
Though the weight of the question mainly depends on whether Sunggyu is high or not, it can be answered for both situations.
When high, there's no telling exactly what he would do, but he might draw some of what he is seeing. This can range from his surroundings with distorted spacing and time to ghosts of the past. Every trip he has is different and depends on his mood and what his mind contains at the time. He draws relatively well, but never really finds the time for it. Drawing never finds its way into his sober life though. When sober, he may absentmindedly jot down chemical formulas or things that he has to do that day. All in all, he's much more interesting while high.
27: biggest regret? (asked by Park Hyungseok)
Sunggyu doesn't have many regrets. Actually, none would immediately come to mind once asked. Sometimes he briefly thinks about what it would have been like if he had never been born in the first place, how that would have affected his father's life, his mother's life, and their relationship. If they hadn't had him so early on into their affair, would they have gotten into a better relationship and gotten married? These don't count as regrets since they are things that he had nothing to do with. Nothing in his life he considers a mistake. He was introduced to drugs for the betterment of humankind, and everything he does is moving towards his own personal gain. No matter if his life is dismal and pretty much a wreck, everything has been worthwhile.
37: analytical or emotional decisions? (asked by Jung Jessica)
Though Sunggyu is very intelligent and generally blunt conversationally, his decisions are not entirely analytical. Sure, he only chooses his drugs after being completely sure of their side effects and addiction risks, but any analytical person with their sanity intact wouldn't be a druggie to begin with. Generally he follows logic, but he also has a blatant lack of street smarts and sense of reality. Drug addictions are very much emotional disorders to begin with. Despite his distorted sense of reality and obsession with such philosophical concepts such as the power of the universe, in his day to day work decisions and conversations, his personality remains analytical by default until drugs are thrown into the picture.
` headcannon prompts ;; (volume one)
28: best friend; worst enemy [asked by jung jihoon]
If asked to answer this while he was still in school, it would have been much easier. Sunggyu had only a very scattered few friends then, (all of whom he would have considered his best friends since he was never one for ranking human beings over another.) However, most of his school friends have lost contact with him since graduation, so perhaps they are no longer considered legitimate candidates. He doesn't consider anyone his enemy, not even rival families or vigils. His imprint on the universe is merely transient, and thus he doesn't see his influence on any particular person great enough to be considered 'best friends' or 'worst enemies' with them.
23: sense of organization and how it shows [asked by kim taeyeon]
Sunggyu is only organized when it comes to science. In his line of work, every chemical must have it's place and label in order to be used correctly. One simple mistake could cause a fire or small explosion, so his lab spaces are always organized like a library. However, in his personal life he is quite the opposite. When he's not working, he's high, and high is not a particularly good state to do chores in. He doesn't keep up with what clothing he's already worn or the organization of anything in his personal life whatsoever. He constantly forgets what time he is supposed to be anywhere since his sense of reality is so often under the influence. In practice, he is just another crazy stoner-scientist.
7: wasting time - favorites and thoughts [asked by byun baekhyun]
The most obvious answer would be getting high, even if it isn't the most creative one. Though he wouldn't consider it wasting time, it is undoubtedly the thing he does most often. Being a professional stoner takes quite the dedication, he can assure you. Though it could also be considered work related, he is more addicted to substances than could be blamed on science. His trips lead to passing out on the floor, wandering off to strange places in the city, and generally driving his roommate insane. Sunggyu defends his doings as research for science, but of course no one actually believes it but himself. Whenever sober, he does in fact spend a lot of time studying people and their methods of thinking. That would be his only non-drug related hobby. Final answers: getting stoned and questioning everyone's place in the universe, both considered very worthwhile in his mind.
headcanon prompts #1: q & a
This writing event is one that is meant to force us all to focus not on writing our character in interaction with others but instead, on fleshing them out and learning/exposing information about them. So, have lots of fun with it!
rules regarding headcanons:
if you reblog the post, you must send prompts to at least two other people who’ve reblogged it, including the person you reblogged it from (unless it’s me, keke.)
so that everyone can easily read the responses that others are posting (because let’s be real, we all love to creep), tag all headcanon posts with “ssheadcanon”. In addition, consider making an official tag on your blog (though that is NOT necessary).
these responses can be however long you want them to be and the responses can be written in any format you like: short answer, self-para, etc. have fun with this!
credit for questions: x
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❇ [ 13 08 11 ] { Tracker } ❇
➳ ` one for the road back home - (me)
jinah - (i wish the tide)
sehun - (luminosity)
krystal - (iron horse disasters)
himchan - (skipped a beat)
➳ ` two for the vast vaccum of space - (you)
minhyuk - (summer showers)
baekhyun - (homesickness)
jongdae - (before you go)
➳ ` anything you synthesize - (plotting)
kris
jiyeon
yongguk
taemin
you~!
` luminosity ;; sunggyu + sehun
Sunggyu used to have an old bag of a history teacher in high school. She was about the height of a small child, had a horribly raspy voice, and was absolutely obsessed with little cliche phrases. 'Every cloud has a silver lining,' she would tell her class. 'You can't have your cake and eat it too.' Now every time she was about to spout one out, she would get this particular somber look on her face as if what was coming out of her mouth was the most profound thing ever to be said half a billion times. 'Good things come to those who wait, children.' As soon as the look surfaced, the entire class would collectively groan and sink down in their desks. People would exchange resigned looks with their neighbors, and it felt like for once, everyone was united in the hatred of 'always go the extra mile.'
Now the point of all of this is not that baggy old history teachers are horrible, although they are. The point is that Sunggyu sat in the very back of the room and was able to observe all these things going on. He could see the mutual exasperation being tossed from human being to human being, and it struck him as strange. When did old ladies acquire the power to cause such connections without even meaning to? Now there were powerful people everywhere in the world, and a Korean history teacher in a slightly crummy school was at the bottom of the ranking as far as influence goes, but how many powerful people could force mutual suffering on as many high highschoolers day after day as she could? The highschool version of himself turned to his desk-mate to see if he too was under the influence of this woman. He couldn't remember what his findings were..
These were the sorts of memories that he played over in his head when he woke up with wind in his face and gravel in his hair. He was on the roof of the high-rise apartment building just across from his high school, the sanctuary of his adolescence. A quick prayer of thanks was given that he hadn't wandered off of the edge before collapsing. Even when his body failed him, it didn't completely throw itself away. Such things could barely be said about him when he was sober, though that must be the case with everyone. Not bothering to get up or try to leave, he filtered the gravel covering of the roof through his fingertips, doing what he saw in romantic movies with snow scenes. What was it called again? Snow somethings. He looked around the space, his mind almost working to fill it with another person from the images in his memories. "How d-do you do?" He mumbled to his nonexistant company. "Fy-fine night to be out, r-right?"
Hello, here are some things~
I was having some trouble with getting tag links redirecting to paras properly, but that is now fixed up and shouldn't be a problem for anyone. Sorry for the inconvenience ^ ^
So here is the link to my updated and fixed para/script list: [bam]
More people are up on my new relationship page: [bambam]
If you want to be in on all of this, here are my open plots: [bambambam]
My inbox is always open though I sleep a lot: [bammyslammyjammy]
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I wish the tide would take me over
the lips on her are foreign, teeth sinking into her neck. she hears nothing but the pulsing bass resonating through the room, slick bodies swaying to the beat. slim fingers twist around the roots of her hair, a hand slipping under her shirt. it’s warm, too hot and she’s melting under heat. she opens her eyes, the darkness completely engulfing her. her heart pounds against her ribcage, and her blood pulses under her skin. a pair of hands take hold of her hips, blunt fingernails digging into the skin exposed. they both pause for a moment, breath coming to them in short, ragged bursts.
jinah presses herself closer to them, relishing in their immersing warmth. cold fingertips skim across the skin of her abdomen, taking the hem of her shirt into his hands and pulling it over her head in one swift motion. a smirk ghosts over her lips, invisible in the dark. she feels her actions slow down in the pulsing light, as if she were moving underwater. faces of those dancing blur in the flickering lights. hands tighten around her hips, jinah winces.
she hears someone yell over the roar of the music, though their voice drowns under the sound of the bass. jinah opens her eyes again to find everyone moving erratically, taking the hands of those they could find and moving towards the front of the room. the corners of her mouth pull into a frown, her eyebrows creasing together. the heat pressing against her front is gone in a sudden moment, and her eyes fail to catch the running body under the strobbing lights. they’re all left in the dark for a moment, multiple screams heard across the room.
she feels exposed without a shirt once the overhead lights flicker on. a small shiver runs down her spine at the sight of the male at the door. his steps are slow, and deliberate as he walks up to her. jinah avoids his eyes, lips pursing. the remaining bodies in the room begin to slowly trickle through the front door, not throwing any final glances over their shoulders.
the man’s lips purse before they begin to move, he looks everywhere else in the room but at her. jinah make no attempt to try and grasp the meaning of the words he’s mumbling under his breath, they mean nothing to her. he leaves the room just as quickly as he entered, leaving her to stand alone in the middle of the bare room.
The sound of breaking glass sounded somewhere in the near proximity to his face, not sparking nearly the amount of reaction that it should. Beer bottles? Who on earth was wasting their time on alcohol? Here was the treasure chest that the government scrabbled over their shit to pull out of civilian hands. Who-- alcohol? Someone laughed far too loudly into his ear. Despite the annoying quality of the sound and confusion about it's source, he couldn't help but fill the room with laughter of his own, bubbling up from his abdomen and feeling purely intoxicating. He felt strangely dizzy, but it wasn't too strange. It was foreign, but familiar.
He felt strong, powerful. Not even a fall from a building could kill him now. He could dare someone to shoot him, walk straight into the bullet. This was the most innocent feeling in the world from the least innocent methods. Self confidence welled in his chest, and it was good to feel such a thing that never could be produced by something other than drugs. He felt beautiful, flawless. Everyone in the world wanted to know his name. And it was good, so good.
Slowly, he came down. The first signs of coherency came with questions. What the hell had he mixed? The only thing he remembered taking was... scrap that, he couldn't remember. For another wave of paradise, he closed his eyes and the questions stopped. Then they were back. Who the hell had invited this many people? Though he was hitting solid enough to ask the questions, he couldn't answer them. He blacked out for what could only have been a millisecond, slamming his head back on a hard surface that was as comforting as a bed of roses.
His eyes clicked open, and he felt sick. It was quieter, but there was odd noises. Scuffling; rushing; running. "W-what the-eh." Talking was a simply horrid idea. His tongue felt like it would dissolve into desert sand. He was on the floor. Of course he was on the floor. He was always on the floor. Which floor was he on? Kitchen. Of course he was. The music was cut off, made evident by the sudden silence and not the fact that it was on in the first place. Once the tossing of his stomach quieted enough to move, he pulled himself up by the counter, knocking over two beer bottles shattering on the floor. It still didn't garner the amount of reaction needed to do anything. He walked across the broken glass with bare feet, not feeling a thing.
The strobe lights stunned him as he shuffled into the living room. The music was gone, but they were not. He couldn't really see much of anything. What he could see was swimming, changing sizes and distance. Was he on acid? Where the hell was everyone? Even though talking felt like slitting his own throat, "J-jin-ie?" His feet were bleeding. That's what hardwood floors were for he supposed. He called out from slightly rising anxiety. "Na-noon-ia?" Anxiety... was he on speed? He felt like crying, felt like sleeping. "Where-eh are you?--" he stammered "-- I'm los-st."
` summer showers ;; sunggyu + minhyuk
It had suddenly started raining heavily on Minhyuk’s usual after school walks and it irritates him to no end. He would much prefer an amazingly bright day with no clouds in the sky to miraculously turn gray and now here he is miserable, irritated, and soaked.
He still had to find shelter from the rain, he could only go under a couple of bridges and bus stops every once in awhile to somewhat avoid the rain only to be attacked by the coldness of rainwater the second he steps out.
Finally, he found a noodle restaurant that he could stay in. He opened the door, the bell just above it ringing to signal a new customer, except this one was a young, soaking wet, school boy.
The old television mounted on the wall was spurting updates on the weather down on the various occupants of the room. The channel had been set to the news the entire time he had been sitting there. Places down by the river were warned of flooding risks. Half a dozen car accidents had occurred since the early morning, though none were fatal, if he was one to care about such things. The reporter's voice was sickeningly sweet, too much to be genuine.
Sunggyu pulled open a bag of chips. Beginning to feel a little sleepy, he immediately turned the bag upside down and dumped the contents into his ramen. Someone side eyed him. He didn't respond. He dug around with his chopsticks and kept eating. The door bell rang, making him cringe as cold air flooded the room. He pulled his hood over his head and slid his chair so that it wasn't in the direct danger zone of being wet.
❇ [ 13 07 22 ] { Tracker } ❇
➳ ` one for the road back home - (me)
minhyuk - (summer showers)
himchan - (skipped a beat)
➳ ` two for the vast cold vaccum of space - (you)
jongdae - (before you go)
krystal - (iron horse disasters)
baekhyun - (homesickness)
jinah - (starter)
➳ ` anything you synthesize - (plotting){replied to, I believe}
kris
jiyeon
yongguk
you~!
[well, this is starting to fill out nicely! I still feel like this character is a bit of a new skin on me, so to speak, but I'm planning to do some development study over the next couple of days so I'll be more comfortable writing Sunggyu, and then I'll defiantly be looking for more plots. I'll be sending out messages soon and all that jazz~]
