#obsxsiu

[obsxten-blog]

obsxsiu.

⌜ outgoing message to: cute jeju boy 🌊  ⌟ ✉︎ ↠ you refused last time but there is no harm in asking again  ↠ how about going for a swim~? ㅇㅅㅇ ↠ or are you scared to drown? ㅋㅋ ↠ you lived in jejudo, it can’t be that you can’t swim, right? ↠ want me to teach you? ㅍㅅㅍ

( kim siu 🌊. ) » oh? this was surprising ^^ ( kim siu 🌊. ) » don’t worry, i know how to swim ( kim siu 🌊. ) » aren’t you busy, kim siu-ssi? you must have a lot of free time on your hands if you can constantly ask me to go swimming ㅋㅋㅋ

[obsxsangmin-blog]

⌜ outgoing message to: bouncer (snack?) 🥓 ⌟ ✉︎ ↠ hi! you probably don't remember me anymore, but i went clubbing at the place you're playing doorman at a few nights ago ↠ and i think i lost something that you possibly picked up ↠ and i would like it back, if possible ㅇㅅㅇ

⌜ incoming message from: that small guy who easily got my number ⌟ ✉︎ ↠ Oh, hey man. Lots of faces over a few nights, but I think I gotcha. What the heck did you lose? I’ve picked up a lotta things, so you gotta give me a few details.

[obsluhan-blog]

.SMS

@obsxsiu

⌜ outgoing message to: dead doe eyes 🦌 ⌟ 

✉︎ ↠ lu ge~ ㅇㅊㅇ  ↠ was that right? i googled it, but i’m not sure ㅋㅋㅋ ↠ i hope you don’t mind me bugging you, but i’m sitting in a really boring lecture ㅎㅅㅎ ↠ and i’m hungry ㅠㅠ

🖂 to: Sea Soft Siu –>  “Hmm? Oh, yeah. You got it.” 🖂 to: Sea Soft Siu –>  “Can’t say I really get the feeling, since school was never much my thing, but I’m sure the lectures are awful from what I read online.” 🖂 to: Sea Soft Siu –>  “I’m sorry you’re hungry though. We could get something after your classes if that’s incentive to... do whatever it is you do in class?” 🖂 to: Sea Soft Siu –>  “Sorry, I’m a bit tired today.”

[obsxjiho]

Catch of the Day

@obsxsiu

The sea was very calm that afternoon. The sun had just risen to its peak in the sky, and was casting its heat on to the ocean below. Jiho had been out at sea before the sun even rose that morning to get an early start at catching fish for the day. He only took his boat out a few miles, not nearly as far his usual trips, but he dropped anchor near an old sunken ship. Few other locals knew about this fishing spot, so he faced little competition despite being so close to shore. The crevices and scattered debris created from the wreckage attracted large schools of smaller fish, which attracted larger solitary fish in turn.

Jiho’s morning had been spent casting out a net and trawling it behind his boat to collect the smaller fish, retrieving the net, storing his haul, then repeating. He planned to sell these smaller fellows to the market, but he also had set three poles up at the back of his ship in hopes of catching something larger on the seabed, for him to keep for himself. Though he had a decent collection of small fish thus far, none of the big fellows seemed interested today.

He dropped his net for the fourth time, and waited around for the fish to come to him. The sun was burning brighter than usual today, at least it felt that way. Jiho never had a problem with sunburns, but he couldn’t bear to withstand the unprotected heat of the sun without sunglasses. He leaned back in a folding chair on the deck and began to drift off as he watched the clouds go by. He had some relaxing music echoing gently from the helm. He was beginning to doze off; the waves rocked the sides of his ship and began to incite him to slumber. He had a busy morning, and it wasn’t like the fish were going anywhere.

It wouldn’t be the first time he fell asleep on the job.

Though some might find it mundane, and others smelly, Jiho felt soothed by the peaceful sounds of the ocean. There were no people to do him harm out here, and he took great respite in the solitude that the sea provided. It was all the comforts of flying among the clouds, without having to lift a feather. There was nothing special about this day, and that’s exactly what he enjoyed about it.

But as he began to drift away, one of the lines he set for the larger fish began to take off.

[obsgyuri-blog]

27. What is their biggest regret?

❖ HEADCANONS MEME@obsxsiu

The smallest mistakes really trip Gyuri up, so it’s not rare for her to spiral into a cycle of self-destruction when she regrets she doesn’t handle a situation better. That’s really how you gauge how much she regrets something, by looking at how much stupid and dangerous situations she puts herself in to “make up” for her mistakes. 

But getting to the point! There’s this one time she had a vampire straight in her scope, but the vampire looked so desperate and so human that she hesitated. In that moment of hesitation, the vampire grabbed her brother as a hostage. Everything ended okay though: brother’s fine, vampire’s dead. But to this day nobody knows it was her fault other than herself.

[obsxgohn-blog]

2. do they have a daily ritual?

Headcanons Meme

2. Do they have a daily ritual?

Gohn isn’t big on structure and plan. He likes to remain free form and go with the flow as much as possible, so he doesn’t have anything that he could really call a daily ritual. He usually makes an effort to make it into work around the same time everyday, but since he’s his own boss it actually doesn’t matter how late or early he is. 

The only time Gohn seems to follow a strict plan and ritual is when he’s working an interrogation. He sticks to that schedule to make sure things go as smoothly as possible.

[obsluhan-blog]

Spark

@obsxsiu

It’s far too early in the morning for most people to be awake. The sun hasn’t risen. Most businesses aren’t open. A lot of college students and teens would probably argue that it’s still night while they slave away on papers and projects... Yet here Lu is- wandering down the street after taking a late night drive on his motorcycle. It’s not like he wants to be awake. He only left the confines of his home because his mind was full of a few too many thoughts and he was hoping oh so much that just leaving the room would make the buzzing of his own thoughts fade for just a moment. The drink has helped some too, but that’s unimportant.

He barely slept an hour- maybe less, yet that small period of time was filled with as much terror as possible. Images of people he hasn’t spoken to in years- some dead (most dead). Really his dreams are just memories. He’s seen them enough before, though. He’s had enough of them when he experienced them in real life. He really would rather not have to do it again (and again and again and again). 

Unfortunately, being outside isn’t making his thoughts disappear. The bike ride did feel good. The cold wind might have sobered him up some, which is less positive as far as he’s concerned. At least he still has more to drink. He thought that over before he left. He’s glad that he did. 

So now he’s just walking down the sidewalk- exhausted and just a bit tipsy. His head is full of nonsense and he’d really rather be able to just pass out in his bed right now. That would, of course, require him going all the way back to his apartment now that he’s driven all the way out here. It feels like a waste, so he’ll just stick around. It’s not like he won’t feel like crap anyway.

That’s when he hears it- a voice. His eyes widen just a bit and he finds himself changing his course just a bit. He wants to get a bit closer to that voice- to that person. Even if it’s just a quiet song, he can’t help it. Really, he’s not sure what he’s doing. At least for the time being his mind is only focused in on that sound.

He rounds the corner and spots the singer quickly. It’s dark and most might have a hard time seeing him at that distance, but Lu has his advantages. He blinks just a bit- resting one hand on the wall. For a moment he doesn’t move. He just wants to watch- to enjoy. At the same time, he finds himself focusing in on singer. He’s... very beautiful. 

It’s been a while since he’s found himself thinking that. He’s seen a lot of attractive people, but usually he pushes his thoughts away easily. This time, for whatever reason though, his mind is stuck on the thought. It’s not shaking.

He almost thinks it’s suspicious.

But he walks over none the less- a smile in place and posture making him seem far more confident than he is. He glances down and the singer and tilts his head to the side- eyes narrowing. His eyes glint in the low light- if only slightly. He’s not completely sure what to say, but he finds himself speaking none the less.

“You have a beautiful voice.” He laughs just a bit- covering his mouth with the side of his hand. At least it hides his teeth. “Actually, you’re quite beautiful yourself, love. Sorry to approach so suddenly. I couldn’t help but overhear.”

He hums to himself. For a moment his mind flips to a less that fun image. It would probably be fun to kill this guy, but he pushes that away. He’s probably just hungry- it has been a while. He moves a hand to push his hair back and lets out a sigh. Well, now that he’s said a bunch of odd stuff he’d rather he DIDN’T, he might as well keep going.

“What’s your name? I’m Lu, at least that’s what most people call me. What are you doing out at such a time?”

[obsluhan-blog]

8 & 22

Headcanons Memes

8. Favorite indulgence and feelings surrounding indulging

(You mean it’s not eating people?)

If he really had to choose a favorite indulgence aside from the obvious (I.E. Alcohol), it would most likely be buying expensive clothing. While Lu has a ton of issues with the way that he looks, he still likes to cover himself up with the nicest things he can find. He owns a lot of name brands- a lot that he could probably find something similar looking for a lot less money. On top of that, he owns a lot of clothing, way more than he really needs. It’s nice for when he doesn’t want to do laundry, but it’s still a bit excessive. Most of his clothes fall into the same strains of fashion (Urban, though flashy), and he’s even know for having a habit of buying the same items multiple times if he forgets that he already owns them.

As for how he feels about it, his general response is always the same. He doesn’t really have to eat (and doesn’t outside of around other people and his unfortunate cannibalism curse) and rent only costs so much. Without the need to eat or even really sleep he finds himself often with more money than sense, so he tends to spend it on whatever he feels like at the time (usually that’s expensive clothes and booze).

22. Given a blank piece of paper, a pencil, and nothing to do, what would happen?

Probably write, though what he’s not sure. He does a lot of sitting alone, but usually he spends that time drinking, staring into space, and messing around on the computer. If all he had was paper and a pencil, he would most likely write some form a diary entry thing or just start sketching on the paper anxiously. He isn’t much of an artist (in fact he is far from one), so his drawings would more likely be lots of lines and patterns than anything particularly coherent.