#fairfarrcn

[theqameison]

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Phone Headcanon Meme.↳ STATUS: not accepting. 

🚽: Where does your muse use their phone?Woobin uses his phone everywhere. Literally. It could be in his apartment, out on the streets, while driving his car, at the club, in the shower– you get the idea. His mobile device is practically attached to him by the fist, as he constantly needs it for his work.

[94ljh]

22, 50

fifty totally random character development questions.

22. What fictional character do they relate to the most?Pororo.

50. What do they think is the meaning of life?Happiness.

[94ljh]

sooyoung

Send me your muse’s name and I’ll make a playlist based on the letters.

Solo (Remix) – Yezi ft. Jay Park & LocoOkey Dokey – Mino ft. ZicoOut of my Mind – Peejay ft. G2 & Keith ApeYoung – Giriboy x Mad Clown x Jooyoung ft. No.MercyOne Love – Monsta XUranus – DNHNo Flex Zone – Okasian ft. Play$tarG.D.M – M.I.B

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♖ comforting after a nightmare

It was the heavy groan that punctuated his glance towards steady red numbers at the far side of his bedroom; the sound so guttural it read of each frustration Eli carried without him uttering a single, intelligent syllable. A hand flattened along the backside of the lit cellphone, framing his sunken features between a glaring screen and bed sheets he had yet to pull from entirely.

“Are your eyes closed?” Simple words barely spilled past Elijah’s lips before the man nearly slipped back into his tired slumber once more, struggling to clutch at the tendrils of a much needed lucidity. He mirrored his own question; eyelids shutting in apathetic defeat. “They better be, it’s six in the fucking morning. I just got home. I need to sleep.”

Another pause, the line filled only with a passing, understated sigh. “Count back from twenty, and remember that it’s not real. A few more hours until daylight. A few more hours of peaceful sleep and you’ll be well rested, and you can have the best breakfast you’ve had all year.” Elijah sighed with the last notion, voice dropping lower as his lecture comes to a close. “It’s gonna be okay. Goodnight. Sleep tight.”

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Starter for @fairfarrcn ;

It was known that any disclosure of bad news should be avoided at all cost after Ezra’s morning feed - or what his mansion servants would assume “Ezra’s morning jogs”. Not everyone knew of his vampire curse - in fact, quite possibly, only about 5-6 heads knew of the truth. Many assumed something was different about their powerful leader, but no one came close to witnessing the reality of his inner desires for human blood. Besides, he had to live in secrecy - why? Because humans were the monsters. The destroyers. The murderers.

He wrapped a towel around his neck after a steamy shower with one of his many companions. His fangs had now retracted and his bloody veins around and in his eyes were suppressed. He wiped the blood from his chin and gave the compelled young female a tight squeeze. “Make sure you take your supplements, babe.” He gave the female a quick kiss to her cheeks before dismissing himself back to his study room.

However, life was not all hearts and rainbows. Because humans, never played by the rules.

He sat down at a small table in the coffee shop near a window and opened up a newspaper. An interesting choice of location to speak of dark matter, he thought to himself. He perked his ears to listen in the conversation, but all that was heard were buzzing noises. They were on vervain - or some new substance which prevented him from using his powers on them.

Well then, change of plans. He needed someone.

He closed the newspaper and placed it on the table and roamed the cafe to find a target. Ah, sitting alone. Minding her own business, but really in search of company; and who not better than Ezra himself - or maybe it was his cocky side that created an entire plot in his mind. Regardless, before he had time to think it through, he found himself sitting at the same table on the seat across from the young female with his index finger to his lips.

“Someone’s after me.” He mouthed to the young stranger. “Pretend to be my date.” He quietly whispered.  

[94ljh]

okay... that was really convincing. i was going to just move past this and talk to you naturally later on but i'm revealing myself for a good time. remixing a song sounds grand, i wouldn't have imagined someone thinking of doing that for a total stranger and i love nicknames! lame ones, especially. i live for those! thank you for listening to my woes, by the way.

wow, i thought it would take more than just that! it’s nice to finally see your pretty face. remixing is fun. especially when you make the lyrics funny, heh. i promise that i will think of a lame nickname for you asap. and of course, not a problem at all. i may not be good at giving advice but i am good at listening. so like i said, you can always come to me if you need to talk!

[94ljh]

because i’m too scary to diss, right? riiight?

[94ljh]

you wouldn’t even look me in the eye as you diss me!?