#mx:open

[mxtaeil-blog]

open starter // glasses

blinking several times at the blurry intensified world as taeil looked through the glasses he’d loved to wear all too much, he made his way through the city. squinting as he walked, he could make out the large structures through the glasses; such as buildings and cars that sped by honking their horn when he got ever too close to the street...but it was the little things he had troubles with, like street signs and pillars, even people at times.

it was far from a surprise when the young looking boy walked head first right into the pole of a street sign, glasses cracking as he fell back onto his bottom and let out a loud groan.

“HMPH!”

pulling the glasses from his face, taeil let out a loud, dramatic gasp that drew attention from the crowd of people who’d been walking by, his fingers shook and his face went from confused to on the verge of tears.

“My glasses!” he let out with a bit of a yell, trying to see through the shattered lens, his voice cracked. “My...glasses.”

Tears. Taeil was in tears in the middle of a large crowd and it didn’t look like he’d planned on getting up from the sidewalk anytime soon.

[mxjaehyo-blog]

friends // open

“Excuse me, I’m sorry to bother you, but I was wondering if you knew anything about when the opening for the big comic reveal was?” the young man asked the stranger who also stood outside the large comic store. He had looked everywhere online, but to no luck, he found nothing and he needed to know how soon he would need to get his tent, as he’d planned to camp out in front of the building the night before.

[mxjaehyo-blog]

coffee cravings // open

The young man emerged from his apartment building with a warm blanket draped over his shoulders and a very, very hot coffee in hand. Sniffling and yawning as he squinted at the sun, the young man ventured out into the ‘real world’ with nothing but contempt and the desire to go back in, but his father had called and practically begged him to leave his home, go for a walk, so that was exactly what he was doing.

until his body collided with another, that is.

gasping when he crashed into the person, his very hot coffee managed to slip from his fingers and spill all over the poor innocent passing person.

“Oh my g-...I’m so sorry, I didn’t s-see you..”

[mxgodfrey-blog]

—Strolling

O P E N starter

It was the dreary, clouded rainy mornings that Godfrey enjoyed the most. A simple umbrella and he could actually go out without the irritating weakness to the sun, of course the clouds would occasionally let rays of sun poke through, but the umbrella helped with the more than people would realize.

One hand slipped into his pocket, the other holding the umbrella over his head to repel the rain from soaking his expensive suit, the tall man routinely lifted a wrist to check his watch, keeping track of the time, he knew later in the day the sun would come out more and his free time would end. While looking down at his watch, the man bumped harshly into somebody walking the opposite way; blinking rapidly and looking down at the person he was quick to offer a hand.

“My apologies, I was distracted, are you alright?”

[mxseohyun-blog]

( ‘ say yes to the cake! ) ; open

      [✽] seo joohyun could have sworn that the cake was saying ‘eating me’. the witch whined quietly with her hands under her chin while she rested them on the table. after eating so much, she shouldn’t wish to eat more. what was wrong with her tummy? why did she want to eat more and more? sweets and desserts weren’t usually things she enjoyed to eat. there was nothing better than salty food and homemade dishes, so why a…cake? staring at the chocolate dessert, she still heard when someone approached her.

      no, she wasn’t going to say no to the cake.

      turning around, she looked hopefully at the person. nobody was going to stay between her and her chocolate cake.

            “can I have a task from you? I need that cake and I’ll do anything for that cake.”

[cckento]

the little shit // open feast event

Yonghwa is a little shit, but at least he’s not a cruel one. He wants to zoom through the challenge because he’s starving and doesn’t have time to send people on scavenger hunts or perform complicated feats. They’re all starving and he wants to get through this hellish game as quickly as possible. He’s laying on his stomach with his chin propped up in his hands, legs kicking behind him out of habit without his tail.

“I’ll pick something really easy, okay?” he said. He struggles to think of something short and sweet that wouldn’t be too obvious of an attempt to whiz through the game. Yonghwa didn’t want to think about the possible consequences if someone was caught cheating. The merman chews on his lips as he considered his options, then burst into giggles when he finally thought of a desire he can enjoy.

“You have three options,” he said, holding back laughter, “You can either entertain me, spoil me, or flatter me.” He snorts in an attempt to stifle back laughter, then forces his face into a serious expression. “In fact, you can do all three in a row if you would like to chow down on a bunch of food until it’s my turn.”

He held up his index finger, interrupting his own train of thought.

“But, you have to keep going until I’m satisfied. It’s not fair if you do a half-assed job, but I have to do really well on my turn. Deal? Go on ahead, I’m waiting.”

The cheeky little merman grinned, but was that a slight blush in his cheeks? He’d always been a sucker for being treated like a little diva -- er, king. Yonghwa hopes that the other players don’t think he’s serious with his requests, even if he’s secretly dying of anticipation. Finally. Time for people to kiss his ass.

[mxkanata-blog]

     ❛ perhaps if you were to quit       moving around, treating your       wounds wouldn't hurt as much. ❜

his hands stain themselves with rubbing alcohol. shreds of cotton ball linen sticks to his palms   dry. the antiseptic sours the flesh, the open skin, reddened interior  with a grotesque shine shone of blood.

[mxjimin]

“did you trip?” he peers over at the other person, worry laced into his features, one hand extended to help them. “i mean, i don’t blame you-- the roots in this place are huge. but i hope you’re not hurt too badly.”