#sagemyk

MEME— ; Ultimate Ship Tag! [ not accepting ]

DISAGREEMENTS– ;

Who is more likely to raise their voice? Sage.Who threatens to leave but never actually does? Neither of them threaten to leave, but both are likely to step away for a bit to cool off, and calm down before talking to each other again.Who actually keeps their word and leaves? Neither.Who trashes the house? Both are partial to getting a bit violent if they’re worked up enough, but both are also very mindful of each other and as a result don’t tend to trash anything. The most that will happen is maybe one of them punches a wall.Do either of them get physical? Never with each other.How often do they argue/disagree? They’ll have moments where they’ll have a disagreement, which will turn into long serious talks where one or both of them will get upset– but hardly ever to they actually get angry with each other. Small, playful squabbles are more often than anything serious.Who is the first to apologise? Sage.

SEX— ;

Who is on top? Both.Who is on the bottom? Both.Who has the strangest desires? Hayden, more often than not.Any kinks? They like finding new places to have sex other than the bed. Wether it be in and around the house, or potentially in public places.Who’s dominant in bed? Sage sometimes, but they’ll switch often.Is head ever in the equation? Yes.If so, who is better at performing it? Hayden probably has a little more experience but both enjoy giving and receiving (Hayden a little more so on the latter).Ever had sex in public? Not yet, planning to.Who moans the most? Hayden.Who leaves the most marks? Hayden.Who screams the loudest? Both can get pretty loud tbh.Who is the more experienced of the two? Hayden.Do they ‘fuck’ or ‘make love’? Both~Rough or soft? Sage likes it rough, and Hayden enjoys both, so they switch it around depending on their moods.How long do they usually last? It depends how horny or worked up they are from the get go tbh. If they’re really riled up before they even get into it they probably won’t last long.Is protection used? Not anymore.Does it ever get boring? No, and on the very off chance that it does, they both discuss new things to try often, so they’ll never have nothing to fall back on.Where is the strangest place they’d have sex? To date–? The couch. But they’ve got plans, okay.

FAMILY— ;

Do your muses plan on having children/or have children? If asked Hayden will probably avoid the question, but he does want kids eventually, and he knows Sage does too.If so, how many children do your muses want/have? One, or two.Who is the favorite parent? Sage, probably.Who is the authoritative parent? Both try to be equally authoritative.Who is more likely to allow the children to have a day off school? Hayden.Who lets the children indulge in sweets and junk food when the other isn’t around? Hayden.Who turns up to extra curricular activities to support their children? Sage will probably have more time to, but Hayden will do his best.Who goes to parent teacher interviews? Both.Who changes the diapers? They play rock paper scissors.Who gets up in the middle of the night to feed the baby? Both, sometimes they go together, because Hayden likes watching Sage with the kids.Who spends the most time with the children? Sage.Who packs their lunch boxes? Sage (Hayden’s made too many ‘unhealthy’ lunches and therefore has been banned from lunch duty).Who gives their children ‘the talk’? They both do it together, but Hayden will probably sit back and watch Sage struggle a bit before he decides to help out.Who cleans up after the kids? Sage, more so than Hayden.Who worries the most? Sage.Who are the children more likely to learn their first swear word from? Both, to be honest.

AFFECTION— ;

Who likes to cuddle? Hayden.Who is the little spoon? They take turns depending on the mood.Who gets naughty in the most inappropriate of places? Hayden.Who struggles to keep their hands to themself? Neither have much restraint.How long can they cuddle until one becomes uncomfortable? Forever.Who gives the most kisses? Hayden.What is their favourite non-sexual activity? Taking baths together.Where is their favourite place to cuddle? Anywhere– but probably the couch, curled up against each other.Who is more likely to playfully grope the other? Sage– but it’s also pretty even.How often do they get time to themselves? Whenever neither of them is working or sleeping. They do their best to make as much time as they can for each other.

SLEEPING— ;

Who snores? Hayden does very softly but will absolutely refuse to admit it.If both do, who snores the loudest? Hayden.Do they share a bed or sleep separately? Share.If they sleep together, do they cozy up together or lay far apart? They cozy up together. They’ve both gotten used to falling asleep in each others arms by now.Who talks in their sleep? Sage, sometimes.What do they wear to bed? Just briefs.Are either of your muses insomniacs? No.Can sleeping pills be found by the bedside? Sometimes, if either of them have had a particularly stressful day.Do they wrap their limbs around each other or just lay side by side? Wrap their limbs around each other.Who wakes up with bed hair? Hayden.Who wakes up first? Hayden.Who prepares breakfast in bed for the other? Sage.What is their favourite sleeping position? Facing each other, legs wrapped up and arms circling around one another, with someone’s face tucked against the others chest (they switch every now and then).Who hogs the sheets? They’re probably too stuck to each other for one to hog them more than the other– but if not, Hayden.Do they set an alarm each night? Most nights.Can a television be found in their bedroom? No.Who has nightmares? Both do, occasionally.Who has ridiculous dreams? Hayden.Who sprawls out and takes up most of the bed? Sage.Who makes the bed? Neither.What time is bed time? Earlier for Hayden than it is for Sage, because of his work.Any routines/rituals before bed? Washing up and then cuddling a bit before eventually migrating to the bed, where they’ll snuggle up and get a few words in before passing out.Who’s the grumpiest when they wake up? Hayden.

WORK— ;

Who is the busiest? Hayden.Who rakes in the highest income? Hayden.Are any of your muses unemployed? No.Who takes the most sick days? It’s harder for Hayden to take sick days than Sage, but Sage takes better care of himself so that he doesn’t get sick. When Hayden is sick, all Sage wants to do is take care of him, so he’ll make him stay home.Who is more likely to turn up late to work? Hayden.Who sucks up to their boss? Sage is his own boss and Hayden doesn’t need to suck up to the heads to get what he wants.What are their jobs? Sage works with glass blowing and Hayden is a KBS producer.Who stresses the most? Sage.Do your muses enjoy or despise their careers/occupations? They enjoy them.Are your muses financially stable? Yes.

HOME— ;

Who does the washing? Hayden.Who takes out the trash? Sage.Who does the ironing? Sage.Who does the cooking? Sage, more often.Who is more likely to burn the house down just trying? Neither.Who is messier? They’re both messier together than apart, tbh.Who leaves the toilet roll empty? Hayden.Who leaves their dirty clothes on the floor? Hayden.Who forgets to flush the toilet? Neither.Who is the prankster around the house? Sage.Who loses the car keys when it comes time to go somewhere? Sage.Who mows the lawn? There is no lawn–Who answers the telephone? Sage.Who does the vacuuming? Hayden.Who does the groceries? They like to go together.Who takes the longest to shower? Hayden.Who spends the most time in the bathroom? Hayden.

MISCELLANEOUS— ;

TEXT MEME

Send “✆” for a MORNING text. 

[txt -> big cat] gah I’m sorry I passed out last night!! I promise it’ll all be okay, I’ll fix it.Send “✉” for a text that WASN’T SENT. 

[txt -> big cat] thank you for actually liking me as a person. I felt so lonely for so long--Send “☎” for a RUSHED text. 

[txt -> big cat] ABOUT2GET ON SUBWAY. BE THERE 15Send “⁇” for a DRUNK text.

[txt -> big cat] do u think my do g likes me??Send “✿” for a SUGGESTIVE text. 

[txt -> big cat] he has such nice hands... I just look at them and my mind goes south, y’know?Send “ø” for a LATE NIGHT text.

[txt -> big cat] are we going to be friends forever? I hope soSend “✘” for a HATEFUL text.

[txt -> big cat] I just saw a fucking video of a chickenshit shooting at a cheetah, get got attacked and then they killed her. HE DESERVES TO GET HIS LEGS RIPPED OFF IM SO ANGRYSend “#” for a RANDOM text.

[txt -> big cat] hypothetically speaking what’s your favourite dinosaur?Send “@” for a SCARED text.

[txt -> big cat] Sage-- sage it’s storming. hayden’s phone is off. is he with you? please respond, please pleasepleaseSend “&” for a LOVING text.

[txt -> big cat] ugh, you’re like my own personal bodyguard. I love you, big catSend “%” for a CURIOUS text.

[txt -> big cat] when you and Hay spoon who’s the big spoon owoSend “ツ” for an EXCITED text.

[txt -> big cat] SAGE!!!! SAGESAGESAGE!!! WANNA SEE TH ETRICK I JUST TAUGHT MOO Send “$” for an ACCIDENTAL text.

[txt -> big cat] I want you to fuck me till I can’t move tomorrow 

[txt -> big cat] NOT YOU 

[txt -> big cat] NOT YOU THAT WAS MEANT FOR JUNMYEON. 

[txt -> big cat] grOSSSend “♀” for a HEARTBREAKING text.

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MEME— ; [ accepting ]

five-word sentences.

       { — ʙ̢͖̦̺͍̦͎̦̗̺ᴀᴄᴋ ᴘʀᴇssᴇᴅ against the chilly comfort of snow. Eyes directed at tree tops, plum blossoms decorated with white flakes. Above him the blue sky lingers, clouds nowhere to be seen and the sun is almost warming his skin. Almost. Just like he can almost feel the clear air in his lungs — taste it. He had been able to, only moments prior. Moments that have been twisted from bliss into sheer despair. But he tries not to focus too much on it, looking up at the same sky he has for his entire life, although hues of dark brown see so much more than shades of blue. He sees, feels and feels the presence of those nobody else can. And at that very moment, many of them are present. As their beacon, the light to the human world, is about to go out. 

    He is struggling, little by little. Because the fingers around his throat are beginning to hurt, the way nails press into his skin stings and he doesn’t want to die. “Dad..!” He rasps as well as he can, as loudly as he can muster. A whisper, a mumble. Nothing else. His time is running out, as inhales get harder and harder. There is no oxygen in his systems and he can already see speckles of white. Ruining the pretty image of a pure winter’s day. Perhaps the one thing that brings irony to his thoughts, is the fact that it is indeed his birthday. And his father is strangling him on the very same day he was born, just twenty years later. Perhaps it has been fated for him all along, to die like this. At the hands of a beloved. But he does understand him too, understands the words spat at him in desperation and fury. Because he knows his existence is a liability and in the end, he doesn’t want his parents to suffer just because he was born this way.

    Though everything they believe is wrong, he has never objected, never told them what really lingers beyond the things they cannot grasp. Branded as a case of mental illness, someone unworthy of their society: of his family’s love,  is the main reason to why he finds himself here in this situation.

     He claws at his father’s hands, tears brimming in the corners of his eyes. As chill settles into the marrow of his bones. As if he can feel his own heart slowing down. He won’t be able to make him let go in time, Jiayi already knows that. Better than he wants to. But somehow, the thought of dying there, at that moment has grown comforting. Because if you really give it some thought, what point has his life had up until now? Since the age of ten, he hasn’t shown his face outside of their garden. Not allowed to wander, not allowed to study properly. Locked away, hidden in fear that someone, somewhere, will find out about their secret. But on the other hand, a parent not being able to support his own child when they are in obvious need, is filth. And that sparks anger — makes the blood in his veins boil.

     Light is so enveloping, so comforting and warm, he thinks. And the little sad smile that settles over his lips as the sight of a blue sky and snow-decorated plum blossoms begin to fade, is beyond his father’s expectation he’s sure. Heat trickles down his cheeks but he can barely feel it, grip around sturdy wrists loosening little by little. He can’t hold on anymore, he reckons. And the way lingering spirits seem more distressed than usually, tells him more than he needs to know.

    Then it is all gone.  Pressure, light and sound. Hands plunging into fragments of ice and his body stills. Eyes drained of life as they remain wide open. Staring emptily at that sky he always used to adore. At the very same things that have always kept his mind at ease. He’s still alive, barely. Eyes blinded and breaths ever so shallow. Saved: by the mere interference of those he has feared for an entire lifetime.