#synchronick

[elysiumxii]

@synchronick​ liked for a starter ft cory & taojin 

“Hi-” Cory announces softly to the young man he’d often seen around his building, casting small smiles back and forth, but had never really spoken to properly. With tatty trainers, undone laces bouncing behind each step, he moves closer, plonking himself down next to him on the step in one of the communal corridors. Setting down beside him a shopping bag from the near-by 7-Eleven, no doubt filled with unhealthy snacks to be scoffed while his mother was at work, he glances down at the other boys artwork. 

“Cool drawing, you’re really talented” he chimes happily, head tilting a little to take it all in, before his gaze lifts once more to his neighbour. “I’m Cory, by the way. Me and my mom live in 3b” his smile widens a little, hoping to coax a little information out of the other. A name would be a good start but he’s gone on with less before!

[unfinishedjulyrainarchive]

✧･ﾟstarter call response from Sehee | @synchronick

Sehee had just spotted his artwork by chance and the usually oh so timid banshee took an immediate interest in his writing, his art, and himself. There was something about the young man that told her his life has never been easy and she never asked. Maybe that was the reason a friendship could bloom in the first place, because they both carried secrets and they were both aware but let the other be. "Have you written something new I can read?" Sehee tilted her head in curiosity, as well as anticipation. "I show you my new webtoon characters then!"

[spoiledsovls]

@synchronick 

...

“wait--” gunwoo was attentive, taking note of his surroundings and wanting to be aware of what was happening around him. one wrong move off guard, and it could go to hell. what would body shaking mean -- he wasn’t prepared for this at all. knowing gunwoo, he still wanted to help. even if they weren’t that close, they were acquaintances.

“here..” he mumbles, pulling his bag around to the front of his chest, checking through to see if he had anything for the other. luckily, he did. he wasn’t sure if he would take it though, but he offers an extra water bottle and a granola bar. maybe he didn’t get to eat lunch yet? 

if anything happened at that moment, gunwoo would be there. “maybe.. fresh air.. too?” he suggests, pointing towards a space where there was less people so that he could pass. 

[xhxnne]

 @synchronick​ gets a starter!

Taejun did have to give the other a little push by encouraging him to decorate his room. The overall look wasn't bad, he never meant to criticize how it was arranged but, it did appear too simple, plus for someone that was in the middle of introversion and extroversion, he could understand that having a space to stay was necessary and that was the main reason why he suggested changing the whole aesthetic to make it his own. Although his visit had another purpose (or none at all), he didn't mind paying a visit to one of those big stores for home decoration.

"Shall we look around to get some ideas? Or do you have something in mind?" He asked, glancing at him briefly since he couldn't take his eyes off the road while driving. Taejun had recently moved into an apartment that he would share with a friend, and there was something about painting the walls, buying furniture and, finding decorative pieces that he found more entertaining than he thought.

[weareriots]

Closed starter for @synchronick​ : Getting caught! 

Taeil happened to have a rare day off between all the promoting  of his groups newest single and he just wanted to relax a bit. He  dressed in all black to become invisible in a way so none of his fans  would be able to recognize him. During lunch time he entered a restaurant and after he got a table he went to use the rest room. Once he was done there the singer decided he wanted to take a mirror selfie he would post on his groups Twitter later.

And so Taeil posed in front of the mirror like he usually did and then took the pictures. He was about to put his phone away he saw someone had just entered the restroom and he wondered whether the male had seen him take the selfie.

[thevictoryofthepeople]

HEY FUCK FACE (i love you the most ok wow)

IF I’M YOUR TUMBLR CRUSH SEND ME A “HEY FUCK FACE”~~~MEME STATUS: NOT ACCEPTING~~~MUN ASK~~~@synchronick

[ You are the best girlfriend ever! I love you so much! ]

[lxstbodies]

† — @synchronick​​​​​ liked this to start.. 

--- His brows furrowed slightly as he caught a glimpse of what he thought was another ghost. There’d been so many lingering around lately, but thankfully none from the lives he’d taken. That’d be a nightmare to deal with. One corner of his lips curled into a smirk as he went to run his claws through it only for them to hit actual mass, flesh and bone. A few confused blinks as he watched the figure stumble a bit from the force before turning to face him. “Huh, so you’re not a ghost.. I thought that dead victorian girl back there had a dead brother.” He scoffed with a few chuckles. “Though by the looks of ya’, you’re not far off, 'uh?”

[kimxdxnghyvn]

☾ — A plotted beginning for @synchronick​…

--- It’d been too long.. Far too long without actually feeding, without getting a proper meal in, and a week chalked full of ridiculously packed schedules was to blame. He’d relied on substitutes for too long now, they wouldn’t be enough to sustain him any longer. He needed to hunt as quickly as he could.. but with every step he took into the night, a little more of what barely lingering strength he had left slowly dissipated, and he could feel the s t r a i n of nearly three hundred years, of countless lives long since past weighing on his bones. He was so terribly weakened.. He couldn’t wait any longer. He would have to take whatever he could, from w h o m e v e r he could. There. A lone mortal, just a few paces ahead of him. He could make it.. he had to. He didn’t have the strength to search any longer, they would have to do. His senses were so incredibly dulled from lack of feeding that hunting for an appetizing scent would be impossible, anyway. Within a few moments, he’d overtaken them. Still managing to pull them out of sight despite his current state. Someone of his nature could never be too careful. ‘Finally..,’ a split second of excitement, of expectation as he finally bared their neck to his fangs, sinking them in without hesitation... ‘W-What--!?’ His mind screaming, lips curling in disgust as he immediately removed his fangs from their punctures. “Rrgh--,” an interjection muffled by the small amount of the human’s blood he’d drank in before immediately ejecting it to the ground beside them. There was nothing to it but regret, as if he’d bit into a bag full of vinegar that was trying to choke the life out of him now as his body seized into a short series of coughs to ensure all remnants of that awful life flow had been expelled. One hand wiping the few drops of their revolting ichor that remained on his lips, brows furrowed in angered confusion as he finally turned his attention back to the mortal’s frozen figure. “What the H E L L is wrong with your blood!?”

[intothevcid]

continued from here! @synchronick

Cloe had been cautious to enter the back room after hearing some commotion, but she was worried and as the only employee watching the shop right now she felt like it was her duty. And so now here she is, standing in the doorway watching as the male tries to hide the fact that he is obviously hurt, and yet for some reason he seems to be upset with her. Most people might be offended by this kind of reaction but she was exceptionally patient, and kind, and so Cloe gives the smallest of smiles, tilting her head to the side. "I cleared the store, there's no one else here. Please take your time, okay?" Her tone is soft and calm, hoping that it will help ease his nerves a little bit. Leaving a small first aid kit on the table next to the door, she backs out of the room and closes it behind her to wait up front.

It doesn't matter if she has to wait hours, even if the other decides to run away and not take her up on her offer to help, she would sit there for as long as she needed to. In the meantime, Cloe brews a pot of herbal tea made from flowers grown in her own garden at home, pouring the warm liquid into two mugs and setting one of them outside of the door. "I know you probably don't want to talk to me still, but I want you to know that I'm here, if you need anything."

[chiaso]

@synchronick​ !!

“I know it’s weird to eat ice cream in the winter... but they gave me an extra one because I go here practically every other day. Do you want it?” She gently asks, scooting closer to him. 

[cherrypetalss]

“why are you acting like this?” -- (takes ur liking my post as ammo to send you memes xoxo)

"I'm just upset about today." Sunhee mumbled, kicking a random rock at the sidewalk as he stood, sighing. He was sulking, it was clear. "Let's do something fun, I'm tired of this day."

[hikayat]

“that is not what the instructions say.” -- follows ur advice and sends ask, for anyone!

prompts list (150) // @synchronick

"Oh—Oh?!” The shock that left him was apparent as the daylight as he reached out for the package once more. “Really? What does it say then?” He furrowed his eyebrows together as he tried to make sense of whatever he was reading— This must be another day where his brain and language comprehension are not in sync. “Have I been understanding the instructions wrong? Which is why the…” He looked at the Ikea furniture that he had been trying to assemble for the past 20 minutes without success. “Help me please?”

[frczenpcetry]

[ TRAPPED ] - for any of your muses bc they all look cool ><

[ TRAPPED ] :  for  our  muses  to  be  trapped  somewhere  together  ( stuck  in  a  storm ?  kidnapped  together ?  dodgy  lock  on  a  door ? )

Beomsoo’s eyes were trailing on the outside of the room. The rain kept beating the ground. It had been for hours, and there was nothing he could do to help the fact that, after all this time, it did not seem to get any better. The worst was probably that he wanted to smoke. But inside of this building? No. Impossible. If he had not been tired, he would have gone out in the rain, but he had been strongly advised to not do it, so for once, the bartender behaved. That was how he ended up leaning against the wall, his arms crossed and his backpack hanging behind him.

After a moment, when the sky started growling in the least reassurng way, Beomsoo looked at another person that was close by. Even if he had been reluctant to calling Hyunseung and ask for help in these conditions, he did not really have a choice. Unfortunately, his phone had ran out of battery. “Hi.” He said with a smile, trying to be as polite as his habits allowed him. “Sorry to ask you this, but could I borrow your phone for a call? Mine has not battery left...”

[redemptioninterlude]

synchronick​ - taojin !

– ☯ @redemptioninterlude }}

          There was a strange metallic taste growing in TAOJIN’s mouth, the sort of taste that originates in the stomach and makes its way up through every pore. The sound of the party dulled, and the motions of the strangers were beginning to leave confusing trails of light. Everything was dizzy. Then someone touched him.

          Instinctively he flinched away, automatically expecting the worst. It wasn’t a far cry to assume he knew some of these people – fucked or fucked over these people. But if he had, he certainly didn’t remember. The thin frame spun, looking at the woman now holding his sleeve. His eyes blinked rapidly, trying to see through the haze. He didn’t even need any drugs.

          “I shouldn’t be here.” Was all he stated, jaw setting and expression growing somber. There was a fogginess in his eyes. This wasn’t a good environment for him.

The taste of panic is familiar, so too is the look of wanting to cave inwards, ever inwards - anxiety is like a second language, she reads it, in herself, in others... and right now, within THIS STRANGER, who looks petrified within the crush of people, the flashing lights, how a party is more than a party. It’s like a gateway into something else entirely, down the rabbit hole you go, and out the other end, comes, the version of you choked on liquor and the smell of smoke, and not everyone, honestly, can make it, can they?

His answer is all she really needs, more firm, even though she’s like, tall and narrow and built fragile and made up of angles, her fingers pause, running through her hair as her gaze drifts to find the way out of here. “Do you need to GET OUT?” she can do that much; knows that it’s not so much about the words sometimes, but the feeling that you can, she’s careful - the way she wishes other people were careful with sometimes, unpredictable, as if she knew how to handle it all, when, really, she didn’t know shit. “We can like, take a walk outside or something.”

- @synchronick

[vanguardlost]

what form of gentle affection are you?  

sharing looks from across a room ;

having an evening of flirty side glances... the thrill of the chase and of being chased... getting to sneak around before the grand finale... you want a love that is exciting but fleeting, you want the thrill of being chased and being romanced. you have little care for how long your flings last for, but you want them to be passionate and full of laughter and inside jokes. you want every one of your past lovers to miss you when you leave. although it is impractical to ask for someone to change their nature, it may be a good reminder that some feelings are okay to embrace. there is no need to always run away from others, especially if running back to them makes you feel like the sun.

Tagged by: @latibulx​ Tagging: @phantombs​ , @redemptioninterlude​ (Marlene), @elysiumxii​ , @synchronick​ , @temporalobjects​ , @finalsurvivorclub​ , @hand0fgod​ (Chaerin) , and anyone else who might enjoy it. 

[xjinyoungx]

@synchronick​

Jinyoung listens to the other boy’s explanation in silence. What is the other boy thinking about at the moment? Jinyoung does not blame him for wanting to keep his distance. Most people tended to stay away from him once they found out about his occupation. He reaches out to place his hand on top of the other boy’s hand. “I promise. I won’t run away.” The dancer squeezes the other boy’s hand trying his best to ignore his jealous clients staring at them. Tonight Jinyoung if off the clock, but that doesn’t stop the men who want him feel like they are entitled to his time.

“Let’s continue this conversation in my room. Some of my clients don’t understand that I have the night off.” Jinyoung slowly stands up while still holding onto the other boy’s hand. “I’ll tell you more about the real me.We have so much to talk about.” The dancer speaks in a soft voice hoping that the other still hears him over the loud music of the club.