#drownblessed

  “ yeah– every morning? ” or, on a rare, sleepy occasion, in the afternoon. “ but that’s not what you mean, is it… ? like when you ‘wake up’ and realize Jerry was the bad guy all along? ” he leans forward, studying Inwoo curiously. he seems… different, today. normally, Tida hopes all his friends are feeling hunky dory and happy all the time, but considering Inwoo’s past, he is, strangely enough, kind of hoping to catch a glimpse of guilt. remorse. regret. something like that, because it would mean he’s improving.  .  .

Tanaka: So it turn out, Noya can hold his breath for over 15 minutes

Suga: *confused*

Tanaka: And he is still going

Suga: *jumps up*

Daichi: Whats the problem?

Suga: Noya doesn't know how to swim

Daichi: Holy fuck *Runns with Suga to Noya*

Tanaka: That makes a lot more sense

@drownblessed​ said: drunk :   my  muse  takes  care  of  your  muse  while  they  are  in  a drunken  state. 

Since this whole stay inside for your safety thing began, Yufi can’t say she’s been doing well. Not that there’s nothing for her to do at home; on the contrary, her commune has everything she could possibly want to do in it. There’s no reason to leave the neighborhood, or even the estate, when there are parlors for every type of entertainment. That’s the privilege of being elite, isn’t it, that most practical things can be at one’s fingertips should they desire it.

But that’s exactly what Yufi loathes. There’s no spontaneity, nothing that goes unexpected. Each day is a duplicate of another, the absolute same, into which all seems to blur into one another. It leaves her irritable, antsy, and even the usual tasks she utilizes to alleviate tension don’t seem to work. For when painting and walks have become the daily norm to fulfill the time, then their effectiveness in other properties ultimately diminishes.

She knows it’s risky, not necessarily the safest thing she could do, but when Godo asks what they can do as to remove the semi-permanent moping from her mouth, the response slides from her lips, smoother than the shochu she’s unraveled the cap from and is pouring into a cup.

Tida.

Who brings him to her, or whether it’s even explained to him why he’s been shipped from one end of country to another... All the fine details are unclear and unneeded, at least as far as she’s concerned. Most things are, and even the edge of her vision is a little blurred by the time he makes it to her side, door handle uncharacteristically warm from the amount of times Yufi’s checked every few moments to see if he’s arrived. She must’ve been there not too long ago, but when Tida enters he can find her roaming around the tatami clad in socks, an oversized shirt she swore to him she’d never wear (because how could a person of her caliber ever wear one of those anime shirts?), swooning from side-to-side. She takes a swig from plum wine, hand tightly grasped around the neck of the bottle, and spins on the ball of feet, albeit in uncoordinated fashion.  Her memory might be shaky, but the center of her focus is clear, and the host grins when she sees her friend’s arrived.

❝ Oh, hey! Welcome home! Or... hey, you know what I meant. You basically could live here. Nothing’s stopping you except you, y’know. ❞

Yufi’s been good in the sense that her phone’s been away from her reach this entire time (hard to keep it on you when you don’t have pockets, right?), but still, she points to where it idly sits on kitchen counter, notification indicator flashing to the rhythm of dance-beats escaping from Bluetooth connected speakers.

❝ I figured I should leave that there...otherwise I’ll look like... what do you call the girl on this shirt? Ahegao? All over your Snapchat. You didn’t want that, right? ❞

🤔 ; What are some differences between you and your muse? 

Here’s some obvious ones - they’re Estonian, I’m Black from the US, they’re tall, I’m pretty short..they’re genderless and transfeminine, I’m just a genderless rogue.

But like there are going to be lot of differences in life experience, in what we’ve lived through. They’ve been through a lot, living through a long time and experiencing so much of history. I’ve been also experiencing historical things but in a much shorter time frame and from a different perspective entirely. They have more skills and talents because they’ve had so much more time to develop them, and their completely inhuman and I’m for all my jokes about being a voidbeing, am human (according to who though..  i could go into the subject of the human, how the idea of the human was determined and how that relates to Black folks but that’s...not for this question)

🐱 ; Are there any pets you wish you could have?

If I were gonna… you know, if somebody wanted to kill you, then they would put, like… sardine oil all over you.

tiger king \ no longer accepting.

Well, that was different. Zack had heard a lot of things, but he had never heard of how to use sardine oil as a method of murder. Being a bodyguard meant he had to be prepared for anything when it came to protecting his boss, but the slightly more creative ways of inflicting pain and danger on someone were sometimes easily missed. Sure, he was wary of strangers and the possibility of a concealed gun during a robbery but not... sardine oil and hungry tigers. Definitely not that.

“I... that’s...” He tries to find words to say, but he struggles. Probably because he was in the middle of a set, bench pressing while Tida was spotting him. “That’s new. Is that really how you get a tiger to eat someone?” His question is spaced out between breathes, but he doesn’t stop his set just yet. “How... do you even know that?” Suddenly, Zack lets out a laugh, and it’s this that makes him set the bar down, sitting back up as he turns around to look at Tida, brow quirked at his new friend. “Don’t tell me you’ve tried it before... I didn’t take you for that kind of guy, Tida...”

They had just met somewhat recently, not more than a few months now, so there was still a lot he was learning about him. Whether or not it was just a joke, how would Zack know that for sure? Who knows how much sardine oil Tida has bought in the past?

Maybe a lot. Maybe not at all. Only time will tell... best stay on his good side.

✨ @drownblessed. 🌙 meme. ✨ still accepting!

silver: do you have any obscure hobbies? what are they?

❝I fuckin' love reading about moths, I love thinking about the concept of raising them. One day, I’ll have a place to raise moths and berries and herbs. I have this little mobile game on my phone where you, like, raise moths in a forest. Playing it is part of my morning routine. I'm really into escapology lately, 'cause I have a hot friend who's into it. Like, against his will. He almost died.❞ Well, actually, he did die. Don't worry, though. He's fine, now! In this universe, anyway. In the others? Well... He could've really used a hand. Or, an arm. 

❝If I have time at the dance studio, I'll work on my contortionist skills. Did you know, like, I wanted to join the circus? When I was a kid, I wanted to go to something like Cirque du Soleil. I'm really good at being all bendy and flippy. Acrobatic stunts were my first love, not dance. These days, I'm all about collecting rope. What am I doing with it? Can't even tell you, dude. Also, I’m, like, totally into collecting Singaporean art. This is an abridged version. If I talked about all of my hobbies, we’d be here for a while.❞

roses: If it had to be winter, autumn, spring or summer for the rest of your life, which would you choose?

❝Any season that isn't summer is complete ass. That's literally it. That's all I have to say.❞

wine: what kind of drunk are you (happy/affectionate, angry, sad, fun/wild)? if you don't drink, what kind do you think you WOULD be?