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𝐄𝐑𝐀 𝐀𝐄𝐒𝐓𝐇𝐄𝐓𝐈𝐂𝐒 .

TAGGED BY: @kagoshou TAGGING: @solitariusdeluna @muyuun @hyouketsu @soldiermemories @ilusionis & everybody else

𝐌𝐄𝐃𝐈𝐄𝐕𝐀𝐋: tired eyes. coffee stains on the table. listening to the bustle of the city. unmade beds. ponytails. sunlight seeping through the curtains. chapped lips. walking barefoot across the floorboards. dusty dictionaries. black and white reruns. huge sweaters. the ticking of the clock. hearing birds in the morning. fireplaces. falling asleep during class.

𝐑𝐄𝐍𝐀𝐈𝐒𝐒𝐀𝐍𝐂𝐄: freckled skin. the sun rising. watching the sea. taking shots of the city. historical museums. bright eyes. looking up at the clouds. walls covered in artworks. drawing in the middle of lessons. tracing your fingers on the sand. painting for hours. staying in uncrowded coffee-shops. worn paperbacks. messy braids. going to bed with your socks on.

𝐁𝐀𝐑𝐎𝐐𝐔𝐄: dark hair. a little sophisticated. always observing the world around you. intricate designs. high ceilings. extravagant musical pieces. dim room lights. colorless photographs. fancy furniture. pale skin. hearing soft footfalls coming from outside the room. mischievous looks. bitten nails. candlelight dinners. dark shades of lipstick.

𝐂𝐋𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐈𝐂𝐀𝐋: chandeliers. the clinking of a teacup mug. laced clothing. modern architecture. light hair. watching the view from the terrace. hidden birthmarks. drinking tea in the morning. wandering about in an empty building. botanical gardens. old films. ancient marble sculptures. expensive perfume cologne. breakfasts in bed. reading stories about mythology.

𝐑𝐎𝐌𝐀𝐍𝐓𝐈𝐂: compassion. short writings on scraps of paper. blushed cheeks. a bouquet of roses. reading collections of poetry late at night. loose hair. carpeted floors. attending operas. faint music playing in the background. staying under the covers until midday. the night sky. streetlights. picking flowers. dancing around in silk dresses. scented candles.

#` a.#medieval+baroque #and classical & romantic too maybe #everything fits almost lmao

𝒕𝒚𝒑𝒆𝒔 𝒐𝒇 𝒑𝒆𝒐𝒑𝒍𝒆 : 𝒅𝒖𝒏𝒈𝒆𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒂𝒏𝒅 𝒅𝒓𝒂𝒈𝒐𝒏𝒔 𝒄𝒍𝒂𝒔𝒔𝒆𝒔

bold what definitely applies to your muse. italicize what somewhat applies to your muse.

TAGGED BY: @kagoshou TAGGING: @despairforme @bleachsthetic @oorigamii @muyuun & hrrrgh i don’t know all of you

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙸𝙰𝙽 » toothy grins, stories around the campfire, clothes covered in pet hair, hot temper, old jeans, heartbeat in head, potatoes and steak, beaded jewelry, bruises like galaxies, mementos, backpack stuffed full, craigslist furniture, spontaneous road trips, air ripped from lungs

𝙱𝙰𝚁𝙳 » homemade bread, white lies, easily excited, trying on hats, band geek, pep talks, no impulse control, sunsets, vintage fashion, long showers, selfies, following dreams, rosy cheeks, song mash-ups, pink lemonade with tequila, loves easily, animated storyteller, full of comebacks

𝙲𝙻𝙴𝚁𝙸𝙲 » list of wishes, biting their tongue, band-aids and neosporin, shoulder to cry on, morning sun, necklaces, trial and error, homemade quilts, formal clothing, astrology fan, messages in bottles, pleated braids, speaking up for friends, feathers, motivational quotes, vivid dreams

𝙳𝚁𝚄𝙸𝙳 » bird watching, shy kid, wind chimes, trying to whistle, summer camp, apple orchards, lost in their head, glow-in-the-dark stars on the ceiling, hoodies, thrift shopping, saving worms off the sidewalk, pig latin, bare feet, thunderstorms, numb fingers, braided hair, naming potted plants

𝙵𝙸𝙶𝙷𝚃𝙴𝚁 » goosebumps, leather jackets, adventure, chewing nails, cares deeply but can’t show it, bronze locks, no sleep, taste of iron, netflix binges, never forgets, combat boots, stories behind scars, table for one, official soundtracks, sore calves, trusts themselves the most

𝙼𝙾𝙽𝙺 » always trying to be better, wanderlust, meditation, sweat pants, old photographs, yoga, sleeping in hammocks, nostalgia, minimalist design, a breath of fresh air, baby animals, volunteering, perfectionist, doesn’t care about fashion, healthy snacks, noticing the little things

𝙿𝙰𝙻𝙰𝙳𝙸𝙽 » school uniforms, thick jackets, sleeping with the windows open, logical advice, scrapbooking, compasses, I fight for my friends, sculpture gardens, cold morning air, big soul, likes routine, secret romantic, last to get jokes, sunflowers, practical presents, misty weather

𝚁𝙰𝙽𝙶𝙴𝚁 » herbal tea, smell of rain, blinking away tears, camping trips, collecting bones, swiss army knives, first impressions, anxious thoughts, bobby pins, burnt marshmallows, too competitive, clothes lines, messenger bags, holding grudges, gets along better with animals than people

𝚁𝙾𝙶𝚄𝙴 » flirtatious sarcasm, candid photos, lost phone chargers, adrenaline rush, picking dirt out from beneath their nails, social chameleon, clashing clothes, self-deprecating jokes, claw machines, sits in chairs wrong, smudged eyeliner, has too many sunglasses, eats nothing or everything

𝚂𝙾𝚁𝙲𝙴𝚁𝙴𝚁 » infectious laugh, family trees, shivers down their spine, lipstick and roses, mood swings, clumsy, believing in destiny, high expectations, sleeping in darkness, collection of nail polish, passionate, good grades but never studies, poetry books, blowing kisses, not knowing their own strength

𝚆𝙰𝚁𝙻𝙾𝙲𝙺 » knowing everyone’s secrets, backpack covered in pins, envy, being in walmart late at night, earl grey, selective memory, conspiracy theories and cryptids, keysmashing, need to know basis, can’t cook, bags under eyes, experimental art, flickering bulbs, black clothing all year long

𝚆𝙸𝚉𝙰𝚁𝙳 » piles of textbooks, cat in lap, keeping a diary, indecision, scented candles, studying alone in a café, lingering touches, museum dates, unanswered questions, taking on too much responsibility, collections, chalk dust, comfy robes, unnecessary apologies, coming home after a long day

#he'd prolly be a wizard or a druid #that was fun #i literally don't know who i m mutuals with at this point so #if you want to do this go ahead and consider yourself tagged by me #` a.

"you're not a virgin, are you?"

Baekhyun hummed quietly to himself from where he was sitting on the corner of his bathroom sink, legs crossed and feet kicking back and forth absentmindedly as he pampered his face with products. Jongin was sitting on the toilet seat pressed against the opposite wall of the bathroom, having been brought their begrudgingly with Baekhyun’s fingers wrapped around his wrist tugging him into the back of the apartment persistently. “Beauty takes time.” is what Baekhyun had stressed earlier when Jongin had been greeted with him answering the door half dressed and his face nearly bare. Jongin was going to have to sit still and wait on him to finish getting ready or else neither of them were going anywhere for the night. It had been Baekhyun’s idea to take the other out on a night of fun after the one day Jongin had seen him vulnerable and completely exposed. Whether it was a notion of thanks or one of please forget I nearly cried on your shoulder, Baekhyun wasn’t going to tell. But he at least hoped the other male got the message.

Nevertheless, Baekhyun leaves Jongin to figure it out on his own– he’s sure he’s smart enough– to attend to his make-up. He can feel Jongin’s gaze on him as he brings the tip of a black pencil to his eyelid, but it doesn’t bother him in the slightest. Baekhyun is used to people watching him, enjoys when people pay so much attention to him even if it’s when he’s going through his make-up routine. He doesn’t realize that Jongin has an actual question he’s been contemplating on asking until a moment later. He stops in tight-lining his waterline with kohl at the sudden inquiry, glancing up to fix his eyes on the other male through his reflection in the mirror. He raises a single, questioning brow in response. “Do I come off as someone who is a virgin?”

#akajongin #` r.#` a.

!Height Difference AUs;

2. “You were trying to reach for a box of cereal and a whole shelf’s-worth of cereal boxes fell on you here let me help”

Baekhyun loathes cooking for himself. It’s a known fact to himself, friends, colleagues, anyone knows Baekhyun despises cooking if they just take a glance at the foods that line his single-shopper cart. Microwavable foods are his friends, but the grocery store aisle he’s down now contains his best friends. Cereal lines the shelves from top to bottom, every rectangular box neatly lined next to the other. Baekhyun nearly sings praise at the creation of the boxed food– except he doesn’t since he’s in public– as he makes his way down the line, heart set on one certain kind: Oreo O’s. He knows his preference in cereal could be described as childish, but Baekhyun has always had a sweet tooth, so when he spies the desired box, a small smile slips onto his face.

It does however, fade slightly when he notices it’s on the very top shelf. He isn’t going to end his grocery trip without his favorite cereal though, so he pushes his cart to the side, finds the solution in being too short to reach the highest shelf by stepping on a lower one. He tip-toes his way onto the bottom shelf with his fingers outstretched toward the highest one, but his fingers barely graze over the edge of the cardboard. He’s almost there but not quite. A miffed noise leaves his throat but he puts a hand down on another shelf slightly above him to push himself up just a little bit higher, tonguing at his cheek in his determination as his palm puts pressure on the rack because just a little more and he’ll– crack!

The shelf he’s holding on bends underneath the pressure of his hand, taking Baekhyun off guard and the cereal with it as the boxes slide off the edge and hit him square in the jaw. He yelps and flails to shield his face for cover, but all it accomplishes is knocking more boxes off of the shelf and him tripping over the one he had been standing on. He lands flat on his butt with his hands clutching his face, cereal bombarding him in all directions for a good moment before the hectic onslaught finally stops. One last single box falls on top of his face for what seems to be good measure.

He lets out a soft groan from where he lays underneath the pile of assorted cereals, cheeks burning and ass throbbing from the fall as he dares not to move his hands from his face. His eyes had fallen shut somewhere along the way in covering himself from the attack, but now he didn’t dare open them. The aisle he was currently splayed out across was silent, and he hopes nobody saw– People don’t eat cereal, right?– but luck just doesn’t seem to be on his side as he slowly squints an eye open to peer at his surroundings. Baekhyun’s cheeks burn a deep crimson at the sight of a man standing right next to him.

#wuxalex #` a.#[ this is long forgive me ]

I’m spring cleaning and you laugh at me for trying to hang my sheets on a make-shift laundry line.

Baekhyun is sitting on the single chair he has outside on his small balcony with a book in hand, enjoying the cool breeze of midday that contrasts with the sun that shines down on his skin. He’s thankful that the weather is finally changing, having been tired of the constant heat that made him a bit too warm for his liking to step outside for too long. He is usually someone who is cold all the time, but the summer heat is still too much for him. He likes being warm, not sweating. Now is the perfect weather to be outside, and it appears he’s not the only one with the thought.

Sudden background noise filters through his ears that sounds closer than the streets below him and he looks up from where he’s finishing up the last line on a page to find the source of noise that drew him out of the small bubble he was enclosed in. Baekhyun’s eyes settle on a woman that is two balconies down from him, and his gaze is quick to grow into one of amusement at the sight he’s provided with. “A laundry line. Really?” Baekhyun calls out loud enough for the girl to hear him, a laugh bubbling up in his throat as he dog-ears the corner of his book before closing it. She was actually creating her own personal laundry line on the balcony. Considering the amount of dryers in their apartment complex, it’s amusing too find someone drying laundry like this. “You really don’t want to pay to use the dryer that much, huh?”

#hyoushiko #` a.#` r.

You look like you were fucked thoroughly last night. Was it worth it?

Baekhyun sniffles into the coffee held between his spindly fingers, slightly hunched over as he lets the steam of the scalding hot drink warm his face. The weather has been changing lately and he has fallen prey to sickness, a slight cold having left his nose stopped up and his entire body far more sluggish than it should be even for the morning. He was usually so conscious about his appearance, always careful to be at his best when he was out in the public eye, but right now he could care less. It’s too early in the morning and he’s at a cafe closer to his apartment that he has never been to before. He’s certain his appearance won’t matter too much to just one handful of strangers he’ll never see again.

He does, however, become conscious of how he looks when a voice speaks up as he takes his first sip of coffee. Baekhyun nearly chokes on the liquid at the blunt question as he swallows quickly from being taken so off-guard, his tongue scorched by the heat of his coffee. He isn’t looking his best today, but he didn’t realize he looked that bad. Sure he had slept far longer than he should have the other day and his hair was still a knotted mess on the top of his head as proof, and maybe he hadn’t taken the time to take off the eyeliner he had worked on the past morning and it had smeared at the corners of his eyes, and he maybe forgot to cover up his neck where there actually were fading marks from days before and— Okay, maybe he does look worse than he thought.

He slowly sets his coffee back down and peers up at the male that had spoken to him and really, it’s a pity that he looks so bad in the presence of otherwise attractive company, but he’s not going to let that embarrass him now. “Maybe it was.“ He starts, intent to play along with the question as he offers the guy a bright smile despite how scratchy his voice sounds from the sore throat he got from coughing too much. “Actually, it definitely was.” He hums after he clears his throat, though his nose then wrinkles up at the sneeze he can feel tickling at the back of his nose. He feels like he can’t catch a break.

#luamour #` a.#` r.

The audacity of this individual frustrated him to no end. Irritability sizzled from within, a nuisance he wouldn't allow to boil over. With a deep breath, he reminded himself that they were in no position to gain the pleasure of getting under his skin. That was what he did best; a game he could not be bested at. “Pipe down, you’re making a scene.”

He’s loud– he’s always loud. Baekhyun craves attention, craves for all eyes of a room to be on him and only him whenever he’s made up. His voice is merely one thing that garners attention, but his constant preening is another. Black is smudged around his eyes, thinning out into a faint grey across his lids as the edge flicks downward into a soft line. He knows it’s not often that anyone sees a male out of the sight of cameras and publicity having lined eyes, but he also knows that makeup gives him a certain boost to his ego when faces are turned his way, despite whatever intentions and thoughts the passerby’s have. He calls it confidence, but there’s a cocky undertone to his smiles whenever he takes notice of people watching. Tonight was no different as his gaze landed on an unreadable face, lips twitching up at the corner as he had decided on his companion for the night.

Mere attention was all he wanted, a handsome face to tell him what he wanted to hear as eyes looked upon them with disgust or jealousy, and maybe even anger. This bar was more often than not occupied with older men, men that knew of Baekhyun too well and men who were so willing to give him all the benefits of the lifestyle he was looking for in secret, but he wasn’t the type to give in to just anyone. It’s why he chose to bother the youngest appearing male in the place rather than anyone else. His gaze seemed the most indifferent, so he sat with him, let it be known what his name was loud and clear as he let laughter peal out with his teeth shown in a pearly grin, all a show to focus every gaze on him. him him him. He could see frustration edging into the male’s face as he did so, taking a breath that had Baekhyun’s eyes flashing with mischief. The man is bothered, it is obvious now, but Baekhyun feeds off of it with a grin that bears his teeth, nearly feral. “I’m not making a scene–” He drawls out the words slowly, teasingly, because maybe he was and just to add onto it, his fingers lightly graze over the male’s knuckles, fleetingly before the sensation is gone. He knows he gets to people sometimes, can get under their skin quickly and infuriate them easily, and without anything or anyone else interesting to occupy his time, he wasn’t planning on stopping either. Riling people up was nearly a profession by now. “Why should I pipe down? I’m not doing anything wrong. I just want to know if you think I’m pretty, is all.”

#` a.#` r.#sephitic

[' it was awkward to say at least, but then again he was quite happy at the result of his crappy singing, but look what it gave him, he was rewarded by the looks of the puppy boy smiling shyly, and wow this is new, a moment worth remembering, a memory that he would hold and cherish. ; ] i-it was nothing. i just, uhm. i don't have anything expensive to give you and i, uh, ran out of cash due to my bills. but, uhm. you know what? nevermind...

( ` he finally releases his lower lip from the hold of his teeth once the grin that was forcing its way onto his mouth has died down into a mere smile of content. this whole entire thing, this way of someone actually taking enough interest in him as a person and not just a pricey object of affection to set aside time to do something like this for him, has never once happened before. it leaves him happy yet confused, unsure about several things– but one thing he knows for certain is that he appreciates the male’s sentiments and enjoys his company, and he isn’t ready to let him slip away with a simple never mind. not yet. ) Hey, it’s– it’s okay? I liked your singing, honestly. I don’t need to be given anything expensive to appreciate it or you. Don’t leave it at a never mind, I’m curious.

#` a.#` r.#` shadow.