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INTRO POST

taking advice from my Dearest and decided to create a Tumblr blog solely dedicated to my unhinged creations (but also in case the birb app finally collapse)

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📌 moodboards TBA

Larger pojects tag guide:

Things We Lost (In The Fire) #TWL (🐺🐰, 🥟🐥) IN WRITING

self-indulgent Vampire the Masquerade AU #DISTRICT325 (🐰🐺🥟)

musician/dancer uni socmed minchan au #whyareyouawake IN PROGRESS

Separate one-shot ideas will just be tagged as #demibrainrothrs

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Skz Mafia game was one of the best and the worst things that happen in the skzverse cuz you have these funny ass neighbours stuck in one place thanks to one dead dude and how they deal with it, on the other they left SO MUCH STUFF UNEXPLAINED OR UNADRESSED

(bless you Socky for reminding me. This one is for you 🏀🥅)

HANDOL & KINDERGARTEN TEACHER HYUNE

WHAT HAPPENED TO THEM

ARE THEY STILL TEXTING

DID THEY GET TOGETHER AFTERWARDS OR DID IT MAKE THINGS AWKWARD

I NEED ANSWERS ASAP

I hope they did at least stay in contact. Cannot imagine how difficult it must've been to learn that your boyfriend's (whom you just met in person for the first time) late boss was connected to your parents' death. Like, boy just went there to have a good time and BOOM, some detective accuses him of actually offing the guy, bring back all the memories from the investigation and what a failure that was back then. 0/10 would not recommend the experience to anyone.

BANGRISTA'S SITUATION

Owner Cho was a terrible boss so I wouldn't be surprised if he left the business with unpaid loans for his family to deal with. If not loans, I don't know who's to take care of the business rn, hopefully Unemployed Lee and he'll let Bangrista keep the job and all. MAYBE get him a better bay even.

Other thing about him left unsaid (my Roman Empire actually) is HOW and WHY does kindergarten teacher Hyune know about his handcuffs experience???? What do you know boi, what did you see? Does he have a criminal past and that's why Owner Cho could keep him doing so much for so little paid? Bangrista listen to me, was you blackmailed? What did he have on ya? Pics? Vids?

Or was it a completely different vibe. Were you there to help him, just in case, teacher Hyune? Did you learn from him or were you the teacher? 😏

so many questions, no answers

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Hyunchan faceless boyfriend

through IG lense

original post on 🐦

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🎵 Isabel LaRosa - I Think I Need Someone Older 🎵

🎵Cigarettes After Sex - K. 🎵

🎵 Lauv - I Like Me Better 🎵

🎵 Muse - Undisclosed Desires 🎵

🎵 DPR IAN - Moods 🎵

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Over 100 journalists have been killed in Gaza since October 7th.

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✨𝘳𝘢𝘯𝘥𝘰𝘮 𝘴𝘶𝘯𝘥𝘢𝘺 𝘸𝘳𝘪𝘵𝘪𝘯𝘨✨

𝘤𝘩𝘢𝘯𝘫𝘪𝘯 🐺🥟 || 𝘵𝘪𝘳𝘦𝘥 𝘮𝘶𝘴𝘪𝘤 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘤𝘩𝘯 / 𝘢𝘳𝘵 𝘮𝘢𝘫𝘰𝘳 𝘩𝘫 || 𝘴𝘧𝘸

"𝘴𝘰𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘦 𝘮𝘺 𝘮𝘪𝘯𝘥"

I'm tired. My body is tired. My mind is stuffed with unsolved thoughts and the end of the day is nearing. there's too many words and not enough space. Possible relief is merely a walk away, but even that feels closer to being a journey back to Itaka.

But I will rest soon. Or at least try to. The ache under my ribs will lessen, pain coming from the need to get back to him. This animalistic need is puling me back to his studio by the solar plexus. It's both a fishhook and a lifeline.

I'm embarrased how much I need it. The smallest touch would soon soothe my mind is a way no drug ever could. Long fingers in my hair, that's what he always does first. Since all my problems start in my head he takes care of it first. Sweet relief.

I find myself at the door sooner than predicted. Then at the empty doorframe to the main room where all the chaos happen. His own chaos he only know the order of. Tubes on paint on the floor, sketches scattered underneath and taped on the walls, words on them undecipherable for a mortal eye but he makes sense of it. Akin to stepping into the cathedral, a sacred space filled with work of art and whispered prayers of the previous night. The smell of a paint thinner hits my nose as soon as I join him on the floor in front of a giant canvas.

His work clothes are soaked through with the smell of paint, turpentine and whatever candle he decided to burn today. I don't dare to disrupt him more than resting my head on the arm occupied by the palette. It's enough for now.

I hum once.

He hums in return.

I'm good for now. The shared silence is healing my overwhelmed mind. So tempting is to just wrap myself around the slender body in front of me and melt us together somehow. Mend my cracks for a moment and turn this body into something beautiful.

But I don't think this broken flesh deserves it. It doesn't deserve the affection it receives but it keeps coming back for more. It's addicted. I move my face more into the crook between the neck and the shoulder and peek on the canvas in front of us.

I don't understand art. I know the technical aspect behind it, what colors make what, how they look together, how they are being transported onto the surface and arranged into shapes. But the meaning behind it gets easily lost in between these technicalities.

One would think music and art are not so different from one another, both abstract in it's core and emotions-driven, and yet.

' Can I kiss you? '

I whisper my prayer into the cool skin under my lips. Even the thin layer of sweat chilled by the evening breeze smell slightly of the paint thinner. Entirety of his studio outfit is covered with the same colourful chaos that's on the canvas. Hands too, some even on his hair.

He will take a shower after finishing work for today. I wonder if he's let me wash his hair for him. I wonder if I would get the answer to my prayer under the scalding hot stream and get my sins washed off along with the dried up paint.

If only.

The sun is slowly setting, that deep ache in my chest is setting long with it. A colourful hourglass measuring my time.

I wait for the answer, patiently.

Why must I wait.

Why is it so cruel.

But I'm patient.

He lean his head on mine for a moment and I close my eyes.

And wait.

🎵 Ari Abdul - Taste 🎵

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mnchn || were!Chn / human!Mn || modern fantasy

Talking to the Moon (work title)

"What is the werewolf version of a scary children's fairy tale?"

Perhaps it was too late to be asking such a question, but this thought appeared in his tired mind after the events earlier that day. Arms wrapped around his middle and pulled him closer to the warm body. He snuggled closer, face half tucked into the wolf's neck to have a space to breathe later. Hand resting on a naked chest, he felt a strong and steady heartbeat under his fingers. It gave him an odd sense of comfort and safety, despite being basically trapped in arms of a creature he's been warned about his whole life.

"What might a werewolf be scared of the most?" He asked again, sleep slowly taking him over but he wanted to hear the answer.

"Humans" A whisper came from the wolf, followed by almost inaudible, "and himself."

Min moved his hand from Chris's chest to around his back. He wanted to ask him "Do I scare you?" but his movement only made the werewolf pull them even closer, as if it could make them merge into one being. He accepted it as the answer to his unasked question and practically flush from head to toe with the man he relaxed into the embrace. It only took a faint feeling of kiss being left on his head for him to let himself be taken by the slumber.

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4pic inspo prompt from @ m1nchanologist (on twt)

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Cafe where they spent every second Sunday was close to a church and eventually they developed a game of guessing which passing person was on the way to the mass based on their attire. They usually met at 10 am, got coffee and a smoothie, a piece of freshly baked cake to share. It was nice, this routine. They were comfortable with each other. He looked at the man in front of him sipping what was left of his coffee and let his thoughts wander for a moment. Loving someone is so easy, he loved his friends, his family, his pets, but falling in love he’s heard so much about was so strange to him. Strange in a way he could never relate to his parents’ stories of seeing one another and falling in love by just looking at the person. Looks can deceive and the prettiest face can be rotten inside. Was he being shallow? Or picky? He knew it was nothing wrong to know your partner before starting a relationship, but it still felt like trying to understand a fish in a tank when anyone told him how they started dating a person they hooked up first and then got to know better. This intimacy between strangers made his hand tingle in a bad way. 

“You’re making that face again”

“Huh?”

Voice got him out of the cloud of thoughts he got lost in. 

“Like a puppy trying to solve some mystery. What is it?”

“...It’s all clustered right now in here” 

He grabbed a fork from the plate with the remaining part of the cake and pointed at his head and then cut a piece off of the desert. It was sweet but not too sweet. Brown eyes bore into his head as he ate.

“When you’re quiet like that it’s either because you’re tired, or that you’re overthinking something”

“Should I be worried you know me so well?”

“Yes”

That made him laugh. 

“You make it so easy to be in love with you”

“You’ve been listening to too much old romantic songs on that record player of yours”

“Hey!” 

The man snickered again. It really was too easy to fall in love with him. With his humor, with his laugh, with his body and mind.  

“Was thinking if how I love you is enough for you” 

“You love me plenty”

“I do, but it sometimes feels…selfish of me to not let you reciprocate. As backwards as it sounds”

“Wow, it really is a mess up there” the man said, took the fork from his lover’s hand and fed him more cake. “You are not a medieval maiden, I see you shirtless and more undressed. If I was with you for sexual favors-”

“Lower your voice please there are children here” he barely stopped himself from looking around in case he met eyes with a mother of some innocent kid that happened to hear their conversation.

“I’m not here for your bed.”

“You hate my bed”

“That’s why we sleep in mine more often. And it’s bigger so you can starfish on it when you come over and trap me in one of these bear hugs when I sit too close. Like a flytrap. Are you sure you’re not partially that instead of a kangaroo? It always feels like I’m about to become one with you when you hug me like that” 

“...” 

“If you think about it, we do have time for being intimate and undressed. I like our showers and massages. I can skip a layer of clothing around you if I feel like it. And I’m sure I am the only one you see naked. You come on your own terms and that’s how it is.”

“Oh my gosh” the man managed to say finally after choking on his blueberry smoothie. But he was right. Of course he was. If anyone knew how to calm his wilding thoughts and baseless insecurities it’s him with his honesty bordering on bluntness. 

“Thank you, love”

“Hm. You’re welcome, whatever that is you’re thanking me for.” he said and reached for his jacket pocket to retrieve his phone. “Did I show you how the babies look in the socks you gave them?”

“No oh my gosh do they like them?”

“Oddly enough they love them. Look” 

Photograph on the phone showed three perfectly formed cat croissants laying on the soft blanket, each in a four-piece of paw socks with hearts on them. 

“They must love it because it’s from you”

“It’s not that easy”

“It kinda is that easy” 

The man hums in response, still looking at the close-ups of socked cats feet. 

Maybe it really was that easy.  

🎵 Lauv - Never Not 🎵