#msuchaeyoung

✘ CLOSED STARTER — @msuchaeyoung​

Malia shouldn’t have been surprised by the number of students in attendance (it was a function organized by the school, afterall) but she was. It was overwhelming, but the energy in the room was addictively upbeat and cheerful. Unknowingly, Malia began to step in time to the beat of the music— almost to the point in getting lost in song. However, in the process, the girl found herself stumbling into another student, quickly bringing her back to her senses. 

༶ 🌱 ˟  ━━   now when meng decided to take an art class as an elective, he wasn’t exactly prepared for such a vague assignment as ‘choose any subject and make us feel something.’ and, being the way that he is with his short attention span and shallow level of feeling, his immediate reaction is to find something or someone beautiful. because beautiful things are automatically good, right? either way, the thought is in the back of his mind because he had more important ( ie. his major classes that he needed to try not to fail ) assignments to take care of.

however, on a fateful trip from the great hall to his dorms, it pushes its way to the forefront because he sees something worth stopping for. he stops in his tracks, eyebrows furrowing and eyes narrowing as he tries to see a little bit clearer, through the spattering of students walking through the hallways. seemingly satisfied with what he finds, he straightens up to his full height, takes a few steps forward and-- begins waving his arms above his head without shame.

“hey, excuse me! you over there with the long hair-- wait no not you, excuse me, sorry no-- yeah, you! can i talk to you for a sec?”

   at the school grounds,                      with @msuchaeyoung.

         heavy beads of sweat trickle down his back, covering the toseong senior' entire face as he weakly soaks them with his right sleeve. atlas has been spending his entire morning at the school grounds, looking under every tree and into every bush just to search for the sketchbook that he swears to god he must've dropped it here when he was on his way back to the dorm last night. it's a common character trope to see an art student keeping a sketchbook close to them wherever they go and the atlas everyone knows is no exception. to some people, maybe it's just a notebook where you keep all of your dumb doodles and sketches but he sees it as a treasure, as a companion, something that's ten times valuable than his family heirlooms. 

“shit.” atlas curses, resting both hands on hips as he bitterly surveys his surroundings one more time. the way he's acting makes it seem like his sketchbook actually holds the darkest secrets of the universe and once whatever in it is out, the world's going to fall into chaos just like another tweaked real life version of mean girls.