#sugarluhan

1. I work at Cracker Barrel and I work technically 3 different positions there- soon will be 4(cashier). And I'm working my way to being a Merchandise Handler.

2. My birthday is in less than a month(August) away.

3. I have an oral fixation. Not in the way you perverts are thinking, I have the urge to have mints or gum in my mouth all the time. 

4. I've seen Good Charlotte, Fall Out Boy, Simple Plan, The All-American Rejects, and few other groups that don't come to mind when I was a teenager.(...Because my mum waited 'til last minute to get Green Day/My Chemical Romance/etc tickets the night of their show.)

   This place was a place he considered his sanctuary.

   A broken down building cloaked behind a construction site and away from humanity and it's people. It protected him from the sun and any curious eyes that questioned how flawless he looked or his personality. It was a place for his piece of mind when he wanted to escape his usually aggressive tirade towards anyone. But today just wasn't his day as he sensed someone during his name. 

   Chan pushed himself up and eyed his surroundings, not caring who it was but wanting them gone. He followed the noises before grabbing the stranger and forcing them to look at him. His irises glowed a bright red as annoyance vibrated through his veins.

Typist had a downright terrible weekend and I've been so busy ugh. I'll try to make replies as much as I can when I have free time, but this week is one of two finals week I have so. Yeah. This here is mostly for me so. 

Replies to make: 

rexcoil

vartouhix

glassbottleslu

hanzine

Waiting on:

notyourboysnextdoor

xsevensinsx

murderergretel

sugarluhan

Plotting with: 

veiledxlullabies

Send a ø for my muse’s reaction to yours taking a bullet for them.

The world seemed to be moving all too quickly. Men were bursting in, grabbing at her before she realized what was even happening. Luhan looked panicked as the cold metal of the muzzle pressed up under her jaw, and it was that wild, raw emotion in his eyes that clicked with her. Her eyes were glowing in an instant, and the man’s arms were prying off of her despite his expletive-laden protests.

What Vartouhi didn’t notice was the second gun held in a different lackey’s hands, previously raised at Luhan, but now rounding on her. Before she could attempt to split off her telekinetic power to handle both threats, Luhan sprang up and directly into the path of the bullet.

For a moment she saw him falling, red spilling out of his chest. And then everything went white for her, unable to see past the vehement glowing of her eyes. There were four sickening cracks as the men’s heads snapped forcefully around on their necks, and four thuds as they dropped to the floor. When the glowing died down, she immediately dropped onto her knees beside her friend, pressing her hands over the wound.

"I must establish good relations with more humans."

"Where am I going to find a scientist who will not experiment upon me?"

Talent:Do you have any strange talents or skills you’ve learned but never really had a use for?

"No. I am attempting to learn to cry on command, though... It would be most useful when I feel rain is coming."

Story Time:Tell a story about something you did or something that has happened to you within the last 24 hours.

♖ for one of my muses guilty pleasures

Vartouhi tipped her head to one side slightly. “Since it is you, i’Luhan, I will impart to you a secret: my eyes roam over others’ forms sometimes, and I imagine what it would be like to touch as I pleased.” Her cheeks went slightly pink, and she looked down. “It has been this way since I was betrothed and was not allowed to have intrigues like my sisters, but it has been especially more frequent ever since you…” she trailed off, too bashful to say. With a light laugh, she held up her hands. “But do not think it is a nuisance, or that you have burdened me in some way. I am grateful for that experience, and grateful it was with a sweet friend such as you.”

♨ for something that relaxes my muse