#baekhyunxmc

[mxseohyun-blog]

                               [ @baekhyunxmc ]

        [✽] seo joohyun probably came to the wrong place. that was the only reasonable         conclusion she could take from where she was. it was a nice place; there were no         doubts of it, but she certainly felt like an outcast, wearing a worn out pair of jeans, a         simple t-shirt and a too cheap pair of boots. her guitar case was hanging off her          shoulder, ready to be played tonight. it couldn’t be here, right? this didn’t seem the         type of place, who would ask for someone to play for them. letting her eyes wander         wander around the club for a few minutes, she turned around when someone seemed         to be talking to her.

              “ Yes. I’m a singer. Why? “

[mxsoojung-blog]

Faerie

Faerie: If you could get away with anything, what would you do?

« — you wanna know the truth?        murder. »

she fought back a giggle after saying that.  not that she was an actual serial killer, but she would love it if she could cull terrible naturals in peace.

[mxkyung]

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favourite photograph headcanon

there’s not that many photographs of Kyung-- not on his own phone, at least. he’s not a selfie kind of guy, but there are some snaps around him made by classmates, people who attended the same parties and people who took pictures of him at rap events. one of the pictures taken at the latter have him look the slightest bit different, with the outline of wings behind him, and eyes a stranger colour-- but that must’ve been the strobe lighting that night.

[mxsohee-blog]

' Soul '

send me a ‘soul’ and my muse will describe what they think your muse’s soul ‘sounds’ like

sohee can’t help but frown at the thought, momentarily, when baekhyun is already hard enough to pin-point without the need to listen for any kind of hidden noises. truly, the best and most important thing the girl got out of this was the new-found knowledge that he did, in fact, still have a soul, somewhere in him, (she’s not sure where exactly but it’s there) - and it’s so steady, so triumphant. or is it? did she just catch a hitch? “there’s blood, hitting the floor, splashing over walls, there’s laughter--” she stops in sudden realization, moment stretching until it loops, with words that stubbornly refuse to slip away past her lips, “there’s a little boy’s voice in there too. below the rest of it. it’s saying something. i can’t quite make it out.”