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★ ★ ★ – NEW MEMBER SIGHTED*!
MUTE PARALEGAL & STREET BUSKER IM GEUNSIK, ALSO GOING BY THE ALIAS BLU, JUST JOINED US AT 0820KST, GIVE HIM A WARM WELCOME ( HERE )!
xxoterc replied to your post:
“Can’t be arrested if they can’t catch you.” just when it seemed you couldn’t get any edgier.
I live to impress, Blu. Didn’t you know yet? ㅋㅋㅋ
[x] the entire city is without power due to a storm, and our muses run into each other during a supply run.
@xxoterc
The gloomy and heavy clouds hover over the city and darkness embraced the busy streets. Sounds of the thunder rumbling after another as if a war had broke out among the Gods. Heavy rain befall upon the city as if it was cursed. The rain had not stopped for a week or two. Despite the worrying weather, Seoul didn’t really mind and operates its business as per normal. People like ants scattered streets after streets as it filled with colourful umbrellas. The sound of the busy flooded roads, whooshing here and far and the passer-by were extremely cautions about getting drenched by the waves of the road-side puddles.
Dean was at his studio as normally he would. Finishing some final touch-up on his latest design for a client tomorrow. His studio was a little quiet today, compared to the busy city. The small parlor was cold but just right, as Dean like it to be. The young man started cleaning up the place and decided to head home early to make a huge hot-pot of beef stew. As he re-organised his working-station the lights in his shop flickered once then a couple of times before it finally went black. The entire city were out of power, and it was the third time this week. Dean switched on his phone’s torch searching for his bag. Guess it was really time to go home.
The blond shut the shutter of his shop and off to the supermarket. The only light source where from the vehicles that drove by. Everyone was calm and contented as if this was an everyday thing.
Dean head down to the supermarket to get the ingredients for his stew. He decide to make his stew once the power was up again, it wont take long until then. There weren’t many customers in but there were a few. He took his basket and went of to the meat section, little did he know there were some leakage from god knows where. Dean slipped and fall, hard into the pool of water. It seemed that he had bumped and dragged onto a stranger in the process. Apparently only had he hurt himself but also, someone else. Grunting, Dean stood up nonetheless.
“Tsk, “ He tried to brush off the water that had now soaked into his jeans and straighten his clothes before offering a hand to help the other up. “ are you alright?”
"don’t you hate it when money goes away when you spend it?" // any muse
Jinhee stares at him for a while then a laugh loud emanates from the girl’s lips. A roll of her eyes follows shortly after she regains her composure. “That makes sense. Who doesn’t hate spending money anyway? One day you wake up your bank account’s full to the brim and then the next you wake up with negative numbers. Yeah–I feel ya.”
"any full cast musical number can be a solo if you believe hard enough."
❛ like high school musical with only troy bolton as the cast? ❜ he questions with a thoughtful expression. ❛ i guess it’d be a musical comedy if there was just one person. it’d be funny so i’d watch it. ❜
( msg: thing2 ) somethin tells me that drinkin a lemon sour ain't too good of an idea when you got a split lip.. 😒😒😒😒💦💦
( text: blu ) amateur. ㅋㅋ( text: blu ) stop crying and just drink it.( text: blu ) you know what the real problem is? you haven’t drunk enough yet. drink a bit more, and you’ll see the pain won’t bother you. alcohol solves everything.
( msg ) i sorta feel like a chick stickin a thumb up your ass is more-- fuck. wrong person. shit. apologies. ㅠㅠ
( msg⇢ ??? ) ah… ( msg ⇢ ??? ) but you still kept typing… and hit send.( msg ⇢ ??? ) i’ll do both of us a favor and delete this as if it never happened.