#synrgetic

[vcidnull]

❛   ♡   /     @synrgetic​

               ‘   most of the cats that hang around here , are friendly-ish.   ’   milo explains ,  arms full with a new shipment of books, as he kicks the door to the back room shut. almost startled that someone seemed to wonder into the shop ; a rarity for the run down business. often he wondered if people knew , the book store was even open. the old  (  open   )  sign no longer illuminates and he hasn’t bothered to replace it.    ‘  can i help you with anything ?  or are you here to pet the cats ?   ’

[yuseonguarch]

               ❝ hyung! i’m sorry i’m late! ❞ sihoon says, cheeks flushed as he pauses to try and catch his breath. he isn’t usually late, and he’d been ready to leave on time to meet his friend, but then his dear, sweet, beloved sister had stopped him to ask him the most mundane question, and had then argued the answer with him for almost twenty minutes. resulting in the teen being late and his phone still vibrating with a passion as his sister tries to continue their debate. ❝ my sister was... well, being my sister. ❞

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[bottledliesaa]

 ❛    ♡    /   @synrgetic  ( cloud & ??  )

                ‘   okay , it’s not like i want any trouble... you don’t have to look so scared ? ’   maybe, he was reading the whole situation wrong , though he puts his arms up , to show he wasn’t some sort of threat .  the mutant stares at them intently ; carefully watching. cloud wanted to be safe.   ‘   i’m just looking for my idiot house mate and knowing him he’s probably passed by here...   ’  and knowing that idiot , he’s probably in trouble . 

[yuseongone]

               woojin can’t help but shift nervously on the spot as he waits for whoever it is he’s supposed to be meeting. ordinarily, he wouldn’t go anywhere near drugs ( because god knows what they injected him with when he was a kid ) but some kid named gun promised him a payout for information from the north, and he needs a big fucking boost on his powers if he’s going to reach that far. ❝ you the guy? ❞

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[gucnyu-moved]

@synrgetic / sc. 

         surprise takes to his features, “ oh, wow, ” he said, eyes wide, “ did ya see that ?? ” he asks, turning to look at the other, wanting AFFIRMATION about what he just saw ; that it wasn’t just something he IMAGINED. “ please tell me you saw that, ” he pleas, not wanting it to be some HALLUCINATION he was seeing of the spirit world.

[nghtmcrs-blog]

º galaxies contain a million stories ⟪ @synrgetic | yohan & ??? ⟫

lazily, yohan stretched before shifting on the couch to occupy most of the space. he’d move to some extent if the other asked him to or managed to force him, but as long as it lasted, he relished in the feeling of all this space to himself. “be a darling and get me something to drink?” his voices sounded almost hopeful as a crooked grin played around his lips, raising an eyebrow in question while he was looking at the receiver of his demand question. he’d offer them a favour in return if they said no, anyways. 

[evpaths]

@synrgetic​ meets Hope !

         They came to an agreement one day, that while Haengbog is actual happiness, the happiest, brightest one of them all was Gidae. Gidae who was alway so full of hope, always so ready for expectations to be met, always so willing to aim for a goal he hoped and hoped would come true. Maybe thats why he hopes that this wont fall through, that it wasn’t too much of a bother when he’d reached out to the other youtuber to do a collaboration. He settles into the cafe and pulls out his phone and sends a simple text. 

             ( out going message ) Hey! I’m at the cafe! Shall I order you something while I wait for you to show up? (=^_^=)

[cheiianarchive]

@synrgetic ( sc. )

                  was this how it would be from now on? NO ONE to pick him up from the Airport? Taejoo had sprinted off to take care of this misunderstanding - miscommunication actually and Yoochan was left behind, sitting on a bench with his and Taejoos luggage next to him. The moment someone came closer, Yoochan raised his gaze. ❝there you are, I didn’t think that you would come back, did you figure out a solution for our PROBLEM?❞

[hazuukashi]

synrgetic replied to your post “<3 Leon’s Crushes <3”

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OH SORRY. WAS THIS WHAT YOU WERE EXPECTING? My MISTAKE HOW SILLY OF ME. @synrgetic

[herayth]

 ;   from  x !  / @synrgetic

              “      LOOK  ,    IT  WAS  JUST  AN  ACCIDENT.      ”     play  it  cool  ,   jeongmin.     a  practiced  smile  would  make  itself  known  ,   as  the  mutant  takes  a  step  back  ;   based  on  PREVIOUS  experiences  ,   it  certainly  was  not  impossible  for  the  rogue  speedster  to  take off  ,  if  necessary.    but  hey  ---   what’s  the  harm  in  having  a  little  fun  ,   beforehand ?      “    i  totally  meant  to  pay  for  that  bag  of  chips  ---   i  just  forgot.    what  are  you  ,   a  cop ?     ”

[firewclking]

@synrgetic ♥’d | ft. HYUNKI

            “ONCE...I consumed six shots of espresso,” he started, “like straight up...” he clarified, it wasn’t in a latte or in a beverage, “so instead of my coworkers stopping me from doing so, they watched me as if i was a HUMAN experiment,” he continued, snickering softly, “i figured i’d be up for at least TWENTY FOUR HOURS and maybe more but in the end...” he shook his head, “i just fell asleep the minute i got home...cold brew coffee seems to keep me up more than straight espresso,” he said, “something must be really ODD about me,” he scrunched up his nose.

[thervnaways]

( ready, set, @synrgetic! )

          “please don’t tell me you’re going out in... that. i mean, y’know, you could do better.”

[steorralily]

               ❛         so   you’re   a   composer  ,   is   that   it  ?         ❜         he’s   skeptical  ,   right   from   the   beginning  .      not   that   no   one   could   really   blame   him  .      people   screwed   over   people  ,   they   have   with   him   and   he   had   every   right   to   INTERROGATE   if   necessary   and   that’s   where   this   was   heading  .      the   s w i p e   of   tongue   across   chapped   lips  ,   eyebrow   cocking   towards   the   other   male   he   was   so   skeptical   over  .         ❛         sounds   fucking   shady   to   me  .         ❜

   //   @synrgetic​   /   (  5 / 6  )   /   sc .   /   for  jaeyoung .

[demonform-a]

@synrgetic ♡’d for a dumb starter !!

“nothing you say will ever make up for what you did.”

[seraphicblaze]

    having some small talk with the members outside of her own team was a harder than it looked like, penelope came to acknowledge. most of them were intimidating or closed off. not to mention they hated her team. well, not that she can blame them. nevertheless, penelope still found herself talking to them from time to time. their reactions and replies depended on their moods mostly so it was like a russian roulette. but that day, she felt like she had to voice out her thoughts that she’s been keeping to herself for a while to someone who knew better than any of her mates.  ❝ since i’m able to control water--- do you think i could also control blood? because i have some control over few other liquids and i heard someone mention it before. i just never got an answer to that. i also tried not to think too much as the thought itself creates a huge danger. ❞ // @synrgetic

[efimerc-moved]

@synrgetic / source

at a time between noon and four, when the city drowns in brassed rays of sun and backstreet café patrons rush through bites of raspberry pastries, hayeong flips through the outlandish reasons why she had agreed to a luncheon for two: boredom, lack of attention, human need for sociality— boredom, again. spontaneity proves its drawbacks, however, when she makes the ( moronic, dense, foolish ) mistake of placing a leatherback sketchbook on an outdoor table, to be looked after by her worst enemy ( extreme emphasis on worst ) as she scoured the menu within the building. 

“chanwoo-ssi,” hayeong pleads with her eyes and not her voice for what seems like the thousandth time, thin brows furrowed as she watches the pages move from here to there, flippantly, “i’ve asked you nicely; give it back.”

two hands, a fork precariously held between the thumb and index of one, press reddened knuckles against the textured surface of a wrought iron table. food, cheap corner-restaurant sandwiches topped with american-style french fries, is left ignored, neglected for the sake of evading another small nuisance. “yah.” there, she reaches for the book once more, overly-conscious of where plates were placed so as not to stain expensive fabrics. “that doesn’t mean keep looking through it!” last syllables filled to the brim with contempt, the younger sits back when defeat hits, chin tilted downwards and pout smeared across her lips. 

unbearable, she thinks, he is unbearable.

“oppa,” comes the single strongest chance hayeong has left, though revulsion twists into delicate features, teeth ground against teeth, “can you please give it back? the food’s getting cold.”