#zcilovs

[aspcrity]

— chasers

↻ ⋆ every seashell has a story ⟪ @zcilovs | taehoon & jaeyoung ⟫

“hyung!” taehoon remembered jaeyoung from running into him and one of his siblings - miyoung - a few times on campus. taehoon had accompanied jinhoon when he wanted to study as well as having their insane training regime, twins never really separated. every time taehoon had ran into miyoung, some klutzy things happened. it was safe to say taehoon was sure miyoung hated him, and maybe by extension jaeyoung, too, but it didn’t stop taehoon from approaching the older anyways, running after him like some kind of dog. “what are you doing here, hyung? visiting your sister?” taehoon himself had just dropped off jinhoon to his class - and taehoon really wasn’t interested in all the extensive brain work. 

[yuseonguarchive]

               chiyong never wants to do his homework at the best of times. it’s not that he dislikes school, he just doesn’t understand why half of the subjects they’re forced to learn are important. he just wants to draw ( and distract hweji, but he can do that any time ). ❝ how much longer is this going to take? ❞ he asks, sprawled on the floor and using his homework as a pillow more than anything.

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[adoredhrt]

❛   i   thought   we   were   going   out   today.   why   are   you   in   your   pajamas   ?   ❜

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[werelimitless]

{ closed starter for @zcilovs​ || byun & kangjoon }

It wasn’t that he couldn’t just do it himself - but not only was he in a creative slump, but Byun was also overworked and tired. This had been a lot on the man; helping to produce for Limitless while also working on his own ever solo album? Yeah. He needed some help, for at least this part.

[ 💌 》 KJ ]: Yo, are you busy? Come to the studio. [ 💌 》 KJ ]: I need help with some design work.

Sending the messages to his friend, Byun slumped back in his chair with a huff. Free hand rubbing at tired eyes before he went back to staring blankly at the glowing screens of his computer.

[naturemonie]

♦ - Consultations

Dae was not a morning person. He never was, so the fact that he had to open his tattoo shop pretty early in the morning made him really upset, and henceforth, made him go through some cups of coffee while he ended up the designs for the day and, if he had enough time between customers, he would just draw for fun in order to enlarge his portfolio. It was in his third coffee when he took a look at the diary for the day. There were not a lot of people left in the list, but there was one name that caught his attention. “Chaeyoung...” he whispered out loud, without realizing. He knew one Chaeyoung once, but where there real chances that it would be her? He wondered. The doubt made him impatient, he was curious. ‘What if it is actually her?’ he thought, ‘a lot of time has passed. Would she recognize me?’. Or actually, would he recognize her? ‘Yes, of course I would recognize her.’ He answered to his own mind, and in that moment he realized how much he has missed her. 

[notwrittenanymore]

@zcilovs:

“i’m on an adventure to find food.” the female glanced over at the male, one eyebrow raised. looking for food at all times was kind of miyoungs thing. not because she didn’t get enough food throughout the day but the female was always hungry. today in particular she had woken up, stomach rumbling and the craving for something sweet. not nutella sweet but maybe ice cream sweet. “why? would you want to join me? or.. are you about to complain that i’m looking through your fridge and drawers?” 

He’s not gonna lie, that was going to be quite an adventure considering it’s his kitchen and he hasn’t restocked it for the last two weeks. She’d be lucky if she found a single edible item that didn’t go off yet. Sure, for those feeling adventurous, he had a box of chocolates from five Halloweens ago, but he didn’t dare to imagine the expiration date on those. He brought his hand up to rub his eyes. “Cool story but.. I wouldn’t recommend eating whatever you find here. For your own good, really.”

[gallaxians]

closed starter for @zcilovs !

Sometimes Red really hated this planet. It was chaotic, noisy, and gave him so many headaches, exhausting the General beyond belief. Maybe he was a little irked because he hadn’t been able to feed for a few days beyond his normal, leaving him crankier as he drudged around his apartment. It wasn’t that his neighbour was overly loud, they were still young ( in comparison to the nine hundred cycles he had lived ), and always looking to express themselves. Especially with loud music that sounded more like two garbage can lids banging together. Eventually, it has his patience wearing pretty thin. While most nights he’s able to go to sleep or shrug it off - tonight, he’s not willing to accept this childish behaviour. He echoes it with his own, the door to his apartment slamming shut as he moves across the hall. “HEY!” He starts banging on the door, fuming to himself and not realising how aggressive he could be coming off. “If you don’t stop that loud music I will pull your brain out of your nose!”

And that was a promise.

[ragedsculs]

           gaze  shift  downward ,  &  god  does  she  hate  this  feeling.  fear  is  all  too  common,  as  it  bubbles  in  her  chest,  causing  it  to  grow  tight  as  her  breath  quickens.  harin  is  almost  certain   she’s  being  followed  ---  however  anymore,  she  constantly  is  greeted  with  that  feeling.  most  time’s  ,  she’s  mistaken.  but  living  in  fear  of anyone  &  anything  is  her  normal.  though  the  fear  doesn’t  stop  her  from  using  another  as  a shield.  tucking  herself  behind  them,    ‘   i think  i’m  being  followed.    ’     she whispers. 

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[cyberatoms]

                                                             『 █▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒▒  connecting @zcilovs​ to hexagon 』

              mixy was actually cleaning up her motorcycle and repainting some of its parts as well as putting some needed oil over it. it was therapeutic for her to actually do such things rather than leaving it to chrome because it felt as if she was in her own world. just like she was back in the hexagon. but the unexpected footsteps made her turn her head that way.  ‘  well, well, well...  ’  she said before putting the cloth in her hand away and patting her hands on her uneven pants.  ‘  i told you not to come here again, didn’t i ??  ’  mixy was hardly this serious or hard on people. it was an unusual look on her but it didn’t matter for that moment. the fact that this person had managed to make her mad enough to ban her from the garage spoke volumes.  ‘  what are you here for then ?? i assume it has to do with taking back your phone.  ’   she chuckled. she wasn’t the one who had stolen it but she didn’t prevent it either. her childish revenge was funny, even to her.

[solemnbreath]

❛ trust me, the guy was no good anyway. ❜ there is an exaggerated path of the chip held gingerly between fingertips as it makes it’s way past his lips. the constant crunch the main sound in his consciousness. he knows that his words sound nonchalant, perhaps even a bit detached but there is a believeability in them that shapes and forms them in the air in which it lingers like a ghost, unseen but profound.   ❛ I’ve seen assholes like that my whole life, you really dodged a bullet there. ❜ clumsy hand reaches out to touch them though there is only a moment of hesitation before he wipes away the grease there and then pats their shoulder. 

he would hate to ruin the others shirt with carelessness....it seems as though the atmosphere is already bad. it’s why he came armed to the teeth with snacks bought at a nearby convenience store and forced his way into their apartment. they’d been his best friend since he’d gotten to this country and though his mind is littered with idiotic thoughts, he does still care. now they’re sprawled on the couch with some dull, lifeless netflix show playing in the tv and filling the otherwise silent apartment with it’s essence. he doesn’t even know what’s going on in the show, he doesn’t care.  ❛ but what happened exactly? I need to know if I have to go hunt this dude down and beat him a couple times. ❜

plot: based on this one found in your wishlist. / sc. @zcilovs

[aspcrity]

— boyfriend tag

in the end, there wasn’t much convincing needed to get jiwon to do the boyfriend tag thing with him - while jiwon was somewhat shy and reluctant to be on camera, youngmin just needed to point out it’d give more people in the audience the idea that youngmin truly belonged to jiwon, without any what ifs and buts. “just pretend the camera is someone harmless who’s interested in our relationship and has some questions. like jinhwan. okay?” he pressed a wet kiss onto jiwon’s lips, distracting him momentarily before he leaned back, run his hand across jiwon’s thigh and smiled toothily. “you’ll do great. you got used to streams, this isn’t much different from that. even less pressure because it isn’t live. if you’re not satisfied with a cut, or an answer, we can record it over and over again. and i’ll show you the final draft before i get into fine editing, and i’ll check in with you before uploading, too. you’re in total control of what happens here. can we start?” 

[yuseonguarchive]

               tagon doesn’t like feeding from humans. it reminds him that he’s different, that he’s not human anymore. he tries to steal blood bags from work, but sometimes that isn’t a viable option. sometimes the shortages get too suspicious, or he doesn’t have an opportune moment to swipe one, and he isn’t the kind of vampire that’s rolling in money to find a private supplier. so, with reluctance, he’s forced to turn to his friends for help instead ( or at least, the ones that stick around after the i’m a vampire talk ). ❝ i promise i’ll be quick, ❞ he says, and already he feels guilty for what he’s about to do.

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[pirvteking]

@zcilovs

“One day I’m going to have a huge garden filled with lots of strawberries and sunflowers. I don’t think that’s a bad ambition to have. And live in a cottage, I like the idea of living in something so mystical.”

[werelimitless]

@zcilovs​ said:  “you were supposed to leave.” ( moonsik )

Yeah, he was supposed to, but honestly? He didn’t all to feel like it. A gentle hum left the boy as he relaxed where he sat, and shrugged. Hendery didn’t have much going on this day, unlike usual, and thus he wanted to stay a little longer. 

     “Are you kicking me out?” his lower lip jutted out into a pout, arms folding across his chest.

[etastra-moved]

@zcilovs !!

     voice is low, a hum that’s more air than lyrics, minjun uncharacteristically sheepish beneath the scrutiny of the other’s gaze ; singing before a gathered crowd should instill a deeper sense of self-consciousness than singing before one person, but minjun is all too aware of his skin, his movements, his pitch, his everything. soft vocals taper off into silence and the smile he gives is small, still sheepish. “it sounds much better with instrumentals.”

[bottledliesaa]

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                ‘    no.   ’     tone flat , as he slightly glares. his hands weren’t made to get dirty ... he was a prince !!    though beings of this world , may not know that fact ; sky didn’t care. he’d been raised , not to listen to those below him. being trapped here , didn’t change those teachings. it’s how he lived , what he knew.    ‘   i’m not doing it ---- you take care of it.    ’