rain puddles ;

I want to pour myself into someone; to be so known to this other so well that i can walk quietly beside them, comforting one another with our silence. yet. yet.. the idea of this closeness, this intimacy is terrifying. why would i want myself laid bare to another? is loneliness not all we have?

[watercolvrs]

most scandalous place you've hooked up?

( honesty day: accepting )

       ❛ … i-… d-do i have to…? i mean… the.. thebackofanartgallery. ❜

[watercolvrs]

excuse me my dear connor, is this your phone number 1-800-WhatAreYourKinks ?

( honesty day: accepting )

         ❛ no, its not my phone number. ❜

[watercolvrs]

connor, how much of a patient person are you?

( honesty day: accepting )

          ❛ i’m very patient. its actually almost a fault. but i don’t tend to like the idea of things being rushed in any aspect and i’m perfectly content to sort of just wait around at times. i’m in a field that involves a lot of wait time; paint drying can sometimes be excruciatingly slow. of course, everyone has their limits and exceptions… but mine are pretty hard to find. ❜

[watercolvrs]

if you could switch places someone for a day who would it be and why?

( honesty day: accepting )

           ❛ haeil. i wanna switch with haeil! i wanna understand him better and i feel like the only way to do that is to get in his head a bit. also i wanna be tall for a day. ❜

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( connor ) what’s the worst trait a person can have ?

( honesty day: accepting )

            ❛ i think… i can’t think of the word for it in korean. but basically… the willingness to hurt someone else? or the knowledge that what you’re doing is hurting someone and yet you continue. whatever that trait might be called… that’s it. that’s the worst… ❜

[watercolvrs]

connor, what areas in your life do you have high hopes for and what are those high hopes ?

( honesty day: accepting )

             ❛ em.. i guess i have high hopes for my art. w-what artist doesn’t, right? i really just want my art to be appreciated and loved. to… be seen for what it is and see how much of myself i put into it. i really want that to come across. i don’t even want fame or fortune, necessarily. i just… want people to really enjoy my work. ❜

[bauhq]

                                  ˗ˏˋ HONESTY DAY! ˎˊ˗

                                                          for the next twenty four hours,                                                  send in your questions & no lies will be told.

[watercolvrs]

                TIRED EYES STARED down at the textbooks spread out around him, the one beneath his fingertips being his current focus; though one could hardly say that reading the same paragraph over and over again was much in the ways of being focused. brows furrowed the characters on the page continued to flip and turn in front of his eyes, the dyslexia he’d been cursed with making classes with a lot of reading assignments difficult. it had been a blessing to find someone to study with that accepted his pace and was willing to deal with this ridiculous class with him. plus the fact that she always brought him food was a bonus too; he knew his eating habits were bad and he was sure the only reason he was still alive was likely because of the few people who forced him to eat during the times he forget.  ❛ can you tell me what this section is trying to say? my eyes aren’t cooperating again... ❜ he asked tentatively, still always a bit embarrassed over having to ask for help with reading; it was one thing for letters to flip around in english but in korean it just made it impossible to decipher. ( @blaios )

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ohmvnk

minhyuk was a night owl. there wasn’t a single night in which he wasn’t out there either enjoying some ridiculously good beats, letting himself lose in that pleasurable atmosphere, or hanging around the town discovering new places every time. hours after being locked in his room allowing the high volume of his headphones hurt his ears, he was more than ready to leave that messy disastrous place that was his dorm. stretching out he rushed towards the building’s entrance, only to found out the horrible weather was going outside. rain. magnific. however, he always had a plan b in hand. connor was it’s name. ‘ more like the world hates me and i’m forced to stay here while everyone’s having fun. ’ his gaze traveling carefully through the other’s room, walking around the same. ‘ i hate storms ’ he complained, passing near the window and quickly settling himself down.  ‘ and what were you doing tho? i see you got some real… uhh… cute stuff here, huh? ’ lifting his chin towards the canvas direction.

                WATCHING THE OTHER curiously as he wanders about and makes himself at home, connor nudges the door shut before glancing towards some of the work he had scattered around the small living space. a sheepish smile formed as he landed on one his current work, its half finished state not looking particularly impressive yet. ❛ just working a bit. i’ve got three upcoming deadlines for works and i’m nowhere near finished with them. so here i am, enjoying an evening with the rain and my own suffering, ❜ he responded with a shrug of his shoulders and an joking tone of voice. while he would definitely say that he was stressed about the deadlines, he wasn’t quite to the point of suffering yet. ❛ why are you forced to stay here, hm? ❜

[sefuns]

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hvcil

·····there were only a few moments that passed by before being presented a familiar face. any longer and haeil would have decided to drop off the food in front of the door and leave a little note ( adding an idiot at the end to make it obvious who it was from ). his eyes narrowed down towards those facial features with a SMILE barely visible in his own eyes; not yet physically prominent. it was a start though, but it definitely wasn’t enough to get his positive emotion across, even if that is the REASON why he keeps coming back. coming here at this hour with goodies hanging from his arms and not finding it out of the way wasn’t troublesome in his opinion. ·····❛ eh —— so you already went, ❜ he spoke as he trailed in the room behind its current resident, using his hip to shut the door behind them. ❛ who did you go with ? ❜ ·····it times like these, when he spoke with the particular male, that the RECKLESS words upon words just slipped passed his lips. it was out of the ordinary, but an all around decent routine to get used to. connor’s company was always something to look forward to as well; especially when he was one of the few who could handle such a handful of a person. COMPROMISE was all he had an option for when he wanted to smack himself into reality; giving it his best when present. ·····❛ i’m hungry, ❜ he announced, taking out each box individually. ❛ take a break and eat with me. ❜

               ALREADY, HE WAS moving further into the living area of the dorm, looking around in an effort to see if paper towels were anywhere since he could still feel that the pain on his hands wasn’t quiet dry. a few fruitless moments later and he gives up, letting his hands wipe on the end of his already stained shirt with a tiny sigh; it wasn’t like most of his clothing didn’t have paint on it already. it was after that small defeat that he turned to see what the other was up to, his eyes just noticing the bag full of things that he had brought. 

curiosity took hold and he momentarily just watched as box after box came out and was set down, wondering just how much haeil had spent getting it all. ❛ i just went with some people from class; it was a good opportunity to sketch. the festival is so lively and nice. ❜ he finally answered with a bit of a delay, plopping some of his brushes into a glass full of paint water so they wouldn’t dry out and bristle before moving away from his work. 

❛ are you planning on feeding a small army, haeil? ❜ he asked playfully, moving to settle himself down in a seat, still in awe over the boxes. ❛ have you gone down to the festival yet? ❜

[vaememes]

Send a word for a specific text from my muse to yours.

Send ‘drunk’ to receive a drunk text from my muse. Send ‘sad’ to receive a sad/down text from my muse. Send ‘mad’ to receive a mad/angry text from my muse. Send ‘happy’ to receive a happy/excited text from my muse. Send ‘tired’ to receive a slow/sleepy text from my muse. Send ‘busy’ to receive slow texts from my muse. Send ‘bored’ to receive a disinterested text from my muse.

BONUS: Send ‘reveal’ for a text where my muse reveals their true feelings for yours.

[sefuns]

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sxnggycjin

his own brow furrowed in concentration as he thought over his own possession of money. just like the other, supplies were proving to be more expensive than he’d like, leaving him with little to his name. thus saw him routing through his wallet like a crazed man; quick and panicked. “i have a little bit left over that you can lend or something. i’m half considering selling my body on the street corner for some extra espresso shots, honestly,” said matter-of-factly, he gathered what spare change he could and held it out as an offering, just in case the other couldn’t scrounge enough. 

               A SMALL CHUCKLE escapes past him at the words and he almost admitted that he was tempted to do the same at times. there tended to be a stark difference in students on campus; those who never seemed to worry about money and then students like them, who did. it was an interesting dynamic at times but he was happy to just be able to speak to someone who understands the little struggles. ❛ no, no. that’s okay. thank you though. my paycheck comes in two days, so i’ll be fine. its just that end of the month crush, you know? ❜ he smiles and holds up the found coins, triumphant against the abyss that was his pockets at times.

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hvcil

·····how was it humanly possible to hear the laughter and screams from across the campus ? just by imagining the bright lights and terrifying joyful smiles gave him a headache the size of jupiter. all he could do was take deep breaths in and out in attempts to shake the TORMENTING thought out of his mind. as he took strides back towards the dorms, he held plastic bag that contained a massive amount of assorted foods. it’s not like he was aiming to impress this certain someone he had on his mind, but it just so happened to be something he got used to at this point. ·····on one hand, he lightly thought intimacy; on the other hand, he HEAVILY thought of what he had learned beforehand. anyone would know that haeil was the type of person who couldn’t handle his emotions if his life depended on it. but now, he had found someone who was willing to aid him with it all. confusing; yet painful, memories linger in mind from past experiences of him embarrassing himself in front of that person who he sees in a different way from anyone else. after arriving in the haru dorms, he took a good look around at the unfamiliar area as his legs made ways for connor’s room. all it took was for one knock that ENCOURAGED him to speak up. ·····❛ you better be here, ❜ he called, ❛ and not at that stupid puke fest. ❜

@watercolvrs !!

               ONE COULD SAY that he was neck deep in his paint that day; if one counted all the paint splatters he had on his skin and clothes from this feet to his head. while the festival had, of course, called his name all day, he still had some projects to work on and he had spent a good chunk of the morning out there playing games already. he’d even won himself a small stuffed seal that was currently sitting on his bed. the knock on his door had surprised him though, given that it seemed as though most people were out enjoying themselves on the grounds or off campus enjoying the freedom the breaks gave them; he hadn’t expected anyone to come visit him and his room mate hadn’t been seen in a while, so who knows what was going on there.

               of course, the voice that followed the knock instantly made any level of surprise go away. fighting back a flicker of a smile, he set down his paintbrush and tries to wipe some of the color off of slim fingers, giving up after a moment and simply pushing his glasses further up his nose. shuffling his way through the living room portion of the door, connor manages to nudge the door open with an elbow in an effort to now smear paint everywhere, his gaze instantly jumping upwards to look at haeil. ❛ its not that bad! you cynic. ❜ the words tumble past his lips as he already steps back as if to motion that the other could enter, his lips twitching with the smile he still struggled with.

[watercolvrs]

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mnsungs

the tile of the bathroom floor was cold on minsung’s cheek, eyes rolling shut and mouth parted. his breathing was erratic and shallow; he’d just started coming down from a big high. he vaguely remembered a concert that had happened several hours earlier. somewhere, in some rational part of his brain, minsung hoped he hadn’t caused too much of a scene. his limbs were moving in slow motion; he pressed himself forward on the floor, another small bag of the white powder just outside his reach. it’d fix the incoming symptoms of a comedown that minsung knew by heart: irritability, cold sweats, fatigue. he’d rather do a line of gravel than deal with any of those.

he’d almost gotten ahold of the bag when he heard the bathroom door open behind him. figures, considering his luck. he didn’t recognize the bathroom, must be some after concert after party and now someone he didn’t even know was walking in on him when he was in a state. he was sure he made a very pretty picture, white shirt hanging on to one last button, shoes discarded, black concert slacks streaked with white powder. minsung tried to push himself up to his knees. it was a lost cause. he coughed, addressing the stranger, “everything’s under control in here. there’s got to be another bathroom, dude. go fuck off there.”

THE BATHROOM HAD been calling for a while now and connor was pleased to have been able to slip away from socializing with some of his band friends for the moment to go and find a place to fix the problem. it had taken him a few minutes, but eventually a restroom with no line had appeared in his sight. of course, thats where his luck had ended. the sight of his ex on the floor had stopped him in his tracks, the bathroom door half open still as he took it all in. he shouldn’t be surprised to see the little bag on the floor, he figured the other would be holding onto his usual stash. but he always liked to think he was doing better.

something in him ignored all the warning bells and he took a few steps forward, plucking the bag up off the ground and stuffing it into the pocket of his ripped up jeans. the door swung shut behind him, leaving him alone in the space with the other, arms crossing lightly over his chest. ❛ you look awful, minsung, ❜ he said gently after a few lingering seconds, waiting to see if the other was too far gone to recognize him or if he was still too fucked up.