Preferred POV: 3rd pov, para. Can provide some writing samples to give you an idea of length (it flutuates)

Timezone: gmt -6

Activity: I'd give myself a 5 or 6 rn. I'm a college student with two jobs (possibly a third soon) so I'm busy busy sometimes

Fav Genres: college aus, supernatural aus, angst (sometimes, this one is iffy), band aus, single parent aus, flowershop/tattoo artist au, mafia/gang aus, etc. this list will probably grow

Fav Kinks: 

• (+) bodyworship, ropes, waxplay, breath play, food play, rough play, edging
• (neutral) anything not listed, just ask first
• (-) watersports, play, golden shower, anything vomit related

OOC Notes:

• I can be slow to reply sometimes (might even forget on accident), but at least give it two weeks before poking me. I generally respond before two weeks, but on the off chance I'm really off my rocker, give me that amount of time before sliding into my PMs.
• My PMs are always open, even to just chat so feel free to shoot me a message whenever.
• I'm a junior in college so my schedule is a little on the hectic side, plus two (maybe three) jobs makes it a bit difficult to pump out replies multiple times a day everyday, so just be patient with me and I'll do the same to you.
• If you're ever not feeling a plot or lost muse, just let me know and all is good. 
• I like to think I'm pretty friendly, so just know that any of my character's actions do not reflect on me as a person. This is simply for plot/rp purposes. 
• Will update as I see necessary.

Writing Sample: 

It began as a whispering in the air. The day had been beautiful, the sky stretching out in a pretty, refreshing blue like a blanket of comfort, before the storms rolled in like a foreboding army on the horizon. A nervous energy had begun to buzz through the wandering bodies on the street; questions of whether the rain would begin as a downpour or settle into a drizzle wordlessly floating above them. It was only a matter of time before warm bodies began to filter into the buildings, seeking shelter from the storm.

A dark glower that could rival the budding storm settled on the face of a young male, who had settled into the warm café long before the clouds had made their appearance. He sat at a table meant for two, tucked away in the back corner, but still having a front row seat for the upcoming concert of raindrops. It wasn't uncommon for the male to be seen, almost brooding, next to the window, but perhaps that was just the usual stony set of his facial features, unintentional aloofness set there. It was a ward to keep potential nosy people from claiming the seat across from him; he didn't wish for any company other than the unobtrusive pitter-patter gracing the window and blurring his reflection.

As much as he loved the rain, he hated the swarm of people it brought indoors. Everyone was incredibly pushy and loud, breaking through his bubble of peace and sending his mood into a downward spiral of gloom.

His paper cup sat abandoned and cool in his irritation at the change of events, his name neatly written in marker on the side. Changkyun. A name he was continuously surprised would be spelled correctly on his order that never changed: a regular hot chocolate with extra whipped cream. At first, he had assumed it was the barista flirting with him, but he soon came to realize that she was also not the straightest of people to be seen within the café, so he took it as genuine friendliness, an aspect he was pleased to see still existed within humanity.

Still, there was only so much he could take, as the café gradually grew warm from increased body heat, so he bid farewell to his special table, tossing his unfinished hot chocolate and dragging his umbrella from his satchel. Changkyun had the minds to check the weather before he went out this morning, expecting the flood of water now drizzling from the heavens to grace the earth that he wasn't sure deserved it. The rain may be a comfort in the beauty it added to the normalcy of a sunny day, but the brunet was not fond of having his clothes stick to his skin, nor did he want to risk getting a cold, so caring the umbrella was indeed a necessity. He could appreciate the rain without forfeiting his personal well-being.

The breeze that had been gusting through the streets earlier that morning had settled, leaving the air still and the young male's clothes dry. A tiny pleasure, but he would take it. Taking his time, Changkyun allowed his gaze to wander.

People were dunking beneath whatever form of awning they could find, seeking shelter from the rain as they cursed themselves for not checking the weather or assuming the sunshine wasn't an oasis to disguise the storm that was now upon them. Thunder rumbled in the distance almost ominously, and as lightning burst across the sky, Changkyun was amused to note, a few people jolted in surprised, suddenly blinded by the bright light. Perhaps he should be more terrified, but he felt calm for once, the clashing of words in his mind paling in comparison to the volume surrounding him.

His amusement soon morphed into distaste, though, as he witnessed couples huddled beneath shared umbrellas (a pointless feat in Changkyun's opinion because they were still getting wet) or reenacting that one scene from The Notebook, another aspect of romance he could not grasp. Why would they want to risk getting sick or being uncomfortable for the sake of pretending to be Hollywood actors paid to be in "love?" Absolutely ridiculous, although, that may be why he has been single for as long as he has.

Still, as far as Changkyun was concerned, relationships were bogus, and he could function just fine on his own. Sure, the night may get too chilly sometimes, and he may cook way too much for one person to eat, but to say he was lonely and wanting a significant other was going too far.