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pcachlovc:

“ - Well, you can borrow mine whenever you like as long as I run this place. Even if I can’t help whatever’s keeping you away from home, not having a homecooked meal because you don’t have access to a kitchen is a tragedy I CAN prevent. ” It’ll feel a little more comfortable that way, won’t it? A little more like they’re not constantly on the road, a little more like they’re not really that far away from home after all. It’s partly why she likes opening restaurants MOST OF ALL in these mortal realms. Like she’s bringing a little piece of home with her and injecting it into wherever she ends up. Turns the ladle in the pot idly, waiting, with CHARACTERISTIC IMPATIENCE for the plump, sweet rice balls to start floating with the bubbles. Bouncing on her heels as she leans face into flour-dusted hands absently. “And anyway, food is made to be shared. It’s no fun if you have to eat alone all the time.”

“You’re right,” the best meals were always the one he shared with Chu Wanning, Xue Meng and Shi Mei. It’s why he had begun to join his Shizun, initially. Somewhere in the back of his mind, he always knew that lonesome meals were... well, lonely. “Which is why I made enough for the both of us.” There’s always a chance that she had extended such invitation due being nice, which means that there’s a chance she doesn’t want to join him for dinner. Maybe she had other plans, but he wouldn’t mind it in the slightest bit. Being allowed to use the kitchen is more than enough, and he’s entirely grateful. “If you like spicy food, that is. If not... I did make a milder version, just to be safe.” He knows most don’t have the tolerance they do in Sisheng Peak, so he tries to be as considerate as he possibly can.

#pcachlovc #M. ( MO RAN. )

divinevillain-deactivated202109

have i stabbed you? no?? then i’m being nice

#MUSINGS.

“ i forgive you . ” CWN to MR

Memories come flooding back. Washing over him, drenching him in its merciless chill. Seeping deep within his bones, testing his limits. Mo Ran cracks under the pressure.

Corner of his upper lip twitches, the flutter of his dark lashes subtle. Tempted to look away, as though he cannot bear to look at Chu Wanning for a second longer. Not because he felt the hatred he once felt - but because he felt remorse, guilt and disgust all together due to his undeserved hatred. To be told that he is forgiven?

Mo Ran knows that he should be over the moon delighted, to be forgiven for the atrocities he had committed. Not only against him, but everyone else he had ever crossed paths with. Many would take it, feel as though their sin has been pardoned and they’re able to resume life normally, now. Yet it feels like the opposite - as if a heavy stone had been dropped into the pit of his stomach, slowly weighing itself down until it’s near impossible to breathe, to think or speak. “Wanning...” even his voice cracks around the edges, unable to hold himself to a neutral façade for very long.

Hand extends, but hesitation keeps him from reaching out the whole way. Instead, his arms drop at his side, fingers curling in against the palms of his hands. Clutched tight - tight enough that his knuckles begin to drain of color. “I don’t... I don’t deserve your forgiveness.” Nothing akin to it, either. After everything he had done, did he not deserve the punishment of having to live with it? Hell, he didn’t even deserve Chu Wanning, but he’s selfish.

Such selfishness, keeps him doubtful that such a flower ever even existed within him. Believing that the worst part of his heart and soul simply reared its head.

@unboundpathed !

#unboundpathed #M. ( MO RAN. )#ANSWERED.

yacchan

#VISAGE.#so what if im simping stfu

Moved my Original muses and some canon muses from some other series’ ( I’m also adding some Genshin Impact muses, shocker :/ ) to their own blog just to clean up here. Hence my low activity. It’s still under construction bio wise, but I have off tomorrow so I’ll probably finish everything tonight tbh since I can stay up. So Lmk if you’d like the url or anything!

Since I’m slow here, here’s my Discord: 𝙼𝙾-𝚉𝙾𝙽𝙶𝚂𝙷𝙸.#5386

#TBD.#OOC.

“When I said scars are kinda sexy, I didn’t mean you should get one right away…”

Dimpled smile is present across his features. Lashes cast downwards as he works on tying the sash around his waist, wanting to finish getting dressed in order to begin his day. Especially, since he had been away for a couple of days.

Idly, his finger tips brush across his now-clothed collarbones, no longer grimacing. Sustained injury had patched up nicely. Nothing more than a scar that is permanently marred into tan skin, an addition to the hefty amount of scars he already has. Albeit, it certainly isn’t the worst one. “Mm... guess my timing did make me seem a bit eager.” Tongue clicks, sarcasm dripping heavily from the tone of his voice. Further amplified by the smile on his face, in the manner in which he has to resist outright laughing.

“I’ll wait a little bit longer next time.” As if he purposely obtains these scars ( at least, he isn’t hindered nor ashamed in the slightest bit ) , but he’s willing to play along. Better to laugh it off and shake it off of his shoulders, rather than lingering and worrying about a different scenario. Tugging on his outer robes, however, Mo Ran can’t help but to suddenly tilt his head to the side. Amusement never disappears off his face, even as violet eyes focus solely on Xue Yang. “I haven’t changed your mind though, have I?” Ah, because of course he isn’t going to waste the granted opportunity to flirt.

@cxndybxstxrd !

#cxndybxstxrd #M. ( MO RAN. )#ANSWERED.

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@ashbound

#SAVED.#I'M ERINERG WHEEZING ICB U DID THIS #put this on my tombstone when i pass away #cxndybxstxrd

“it’s bleeding quite badly.” / chase to jaehwa

Yeah, can’t say that it feels too good, either.

Regardless of the substantial amount of injuries he has received during his time on the ‘ job ‘, he hasn’t quite adapted to the pain. Especially, when said job leaves him walking back home with a wound that continuously weeps blood. Leaving a trail across the now-soiled-tile floors, leaving very little to the imagination.

Truth be told, he wasn’t even supposed to be out and about by himself. Especially with tension beginning to brew within so many different sides - it’s only a matter of time before someone cracks under the pressure and decides they’re going to start the elimination process. Still, Jaehwa’s teeth remain clenched together. Nostrils slightly flared at the pain that engulfs his thigh, and spreads down his leg. Maybe the amount of walking he had done, didn’t do him any favors. But at the same time, he’s a bit too proud to call on someone to pick him up and escort him back home like some teenager on their prom night. Even now, he remains characteristically stubborn.

Lips slowly part in order to slowly exhale - as though by some miracle, it’s going to help ease the pain and slow down the bleeding. Narrowed eyes practically glare at the wound, suddenly curious as to the kind of knife that had been used. Sharp enough to cut into his skin with ease, yet unusually light weight to the touch when he had yanked it out ( not his best idea, but he doesn’t care - then again, he’s currently thinking about how he wants that knife ). “Yeah, well...” Shoulders pull into a lazy shrug.

It’s not that he’s trying to be overly-dismissive. He just has no intention on disturbing the others, nor walking into a hospital in order to raise all sorts of red flags. “Just tie it up,” it isn’t throbbing. As long as he can’t feel a pulse point throbbing near the injury, it shouldn’t be too bad, right? Or, maybe that’s just the exhaustion seeping into his bones, beginning to speak. The adrenaline is clearing out of his system, making the pain more prominent ; but the blood loss causes his energy to slowly deplete, and his stubborn attitude doesn’t exactly help. “If that doesn’t stop it, I’ll stitch it closed in the morning.” It won’t be the easiest task, but he’ll manage.

@wcvensouls !

#wcvensouls #M. ( PARK JAEHWA. )#ANSWERED.

hyunjinify-archive

Stray Kids ‘Unlock : GO LIVE IN LIFE :: Hyunjin

#VISAGE.#M. ( BAI JUNSU. )

“it looks worse than it is. i’m sure it’ll be gone in a couple of days…” / chu wanning to mo ran

Except, Mo Ran is well aware of how much Chu Wanning likes to downplay his own suffering. Pretend that he is made out of wood, and is immune to the pain one would naturally feel when they sustain any form of injury.

Blood is a clear, and stark contrast against the rest of Chu Wanning’s robes. Mo Ran knew that something was wrong long before the distance between the two had completely closed, and it prompted him to close it even faster. Fingers on one hand, are curled around Chu Wanning’s wrist. The other, tucked underneath in arm in order to bring it closer and get a better look before Chu Wanning inevitably pulls away, flicks his sleeves and pretends that it is nothing more than a scratch.

Mo Ran knows that it is no such thing. Not with the way it continues to weep blood, slowly spreading and staining the fabric of his robes, right before his very eyes. “You’re still bleeding,” it feels redundant to make such a statement, but he knows that he has to outright acknowledge what he’s seeing in an attempt to keep Chu Wanning from playing it off any longer. He will, Mo Ran knows he will... and he feels frustrated. Not towards his Shizun nor husband, but because this happened to begin with and he was nowhere near him to protect him. Except, Chu Wanning doesn’t require his protection in the slightest, and he’s simply being overprotective.

Violet eyes seem darker than they generally are, filled with something that is generally never found within his gaze anymore. Not unless Taxian-Jun has taken over, not unless it was a glimpse into their previous life when his eyes were always filled with anger. And yet, his touch remains gentle. “What happened?” He shouldn’t worry too much about the details, knowing that it’s a situation that must have already been dealt with. “Who did this?” Voice is a bit lower now, his eyes seeming to suddenly narrow.

@wcvensouls !

#wcvensouls #M. ( MO RAN. )#ANSWERED.

“it’s going to hurt for a moment, but i’ll need to clean the wound.” / eunmi to hangil

Of course, it’s going to hurt. Whether he does it himself, or she does it for him - it’s going to hurt. One of the downsides to biology, really. Luckily for her, Hangil is someone that is accustomed to cleaning out and bandaging most of his own injuries. Going to hospitals isn’t exactly ideal nor possible, not without raising some suspicion and having some questions come up. Which means, he isn’t going to squirm nor make this difficult for her. Really, he wouldn’t have even minded doing it himself.

Worst part, is always the alcohol. Though it’s the most vital step in ensuring that it’s clean and isn’t going to get infected, it’s the worst because it makes the pain flare up worse than necessary. It’ll throb and burn for a little while, making the area feel much more sensitive than it already is. With an inaudible sigh rolling past his lips, Hangil takes the liberty of pausing. Rolling up his sleeve ( because aside from the blood that has seeped into the fabric, there’s no reason to get it wetter, to have the scent of the alcohol on his clothes ), he leaves the injury in plain sight for her, easily accessible so that she can do as she pleases - whether she wants to be thorough, or not.

Although, what’s worse than the anticipation of what’s coming - is the silence. Leaning back in the wooden chair, he appears to get a little too comfortable. “It’s going to hurt?” Hangil is always able to put on an act. Sell whatever someone wants to buy, be the person that someone will trust or completely dismiss. Clicking his tongue, a smirk curves across his mouth. “Here I thought you were going to be gentle with me.”

@wcvensouls !

#wcvensouls #M. ( YOON HANGIL. )#ANSWERED.

soulmate au: the one where you can transfer any injuries/pain your soulmate has onto yourself. (qyz/yy)

Quan Yizhen is strong, in more sense than one. Yin Yu is well aware of such a fact.

Though he doesn’t particularly understand this exceptional bond between them, Yin Yu doesn’t question it as often as he should. Being able to soothe him, and ease any pain that he may feel - it is a gift, rather than a burden. So, why question it?

Fingers run gently through damp curls, brushing away any hair that might have fallen onto his face during any shift he made during his slumber. Light within the room is dim ( he extinguished most of the candles, to ensure that Quan Yizhen would remain asleep - heal quicker ), but he can faintly make out his features. Yin Yu allows him to sleep on his lap, because he requires a physical touch in order to siphon what pain he might be feeling. Except, any doubt as to whether or not he felt any, is quickly removed when he feels it for himself. It’s incredibly faint, at least in the very beginning.

Worsening as he continues to take more, and more from him. Truthfully, however... he doesn’t mind - not in the slightest. Without so much as a grimace, he tries to shoulder most of the pain for Quan Yizhen. A hand gently smoothing over Quan Yizhen’s ribs, because that’s where he feels the throbbing being a bit excessive. Hell, he hadn’t even taken all of it ( it’s natural, it’s a bit of a learning process and he know he can’t completely shield nor spare Quan Yizhen from feeling at least some of it ), and he’s left wondering how he had managed to lull away into his current slumber without much of an ordeal. Pinching his lips, he becomes aware of the uncomfortable sensation.

Subtle as it may be, it’s still detected. Prompting Yin Yu to press his thumb against Quan Yizhen’s lower lip, immediately feeling the cut that he has. Brows pull together, his head somewhat tilting. He can’t help but to wonder who, or what had managed to strike him this many times, with enough force to bruise, and cut.

Feeling him stir, Yin Yu automatically places his hand against his shoulder. Thumb running a semi-circle over the fabric of his inner robes, knowing that he would feel his touch just underneath. “Shh...” voice is quiet, in an attempt to keep him groggy. Yin Yu knows how easily he can become reinvigorated, so he wants to prevent that for as long as possible. At least, until the sun is up and most of what Quan Yizhen feels is nothing more than a dull ache or throb. Especially the bruise he sports against his side, the one Yin Yu knows is hurting him the most. “Go back to sleep,” with his other hand, he brushes Quan Yizhen’s ponytail to the side, allowing his hand to linger against the back of his head. “I’ll wake you up once it’s morning,” or he’ll more than likely let him sleep in a bit longer than he should.

@unboundpathed !

#unboundpathed #M. ( YIN YU. )#pre-ascension ; maybe?#ANSWERED.

“What are the chances of you carrying me?” for MR

Originally, they weren’t supposed to travel for so long. Except, there is never any true telling of what they’re going to run into when they get out into the real world. Demolished roads ( even he is left in awe, wondering what beast and immortal faced off to create such chaos ) force them to take a whole new direction, if they still wish to reach their designation before nightfall. Initially, Mo Ran had been hoping that they would make it there long before. Especially, since he had specifically been told that there wasn’t much travel distance between this path, and the one they had to abandon. Either, they were lying solely to save themselves the grievance of someone’s likely irritation, or they were walking slower than usual.

Maybe he would believe the second option. If they weren’t so filled with energy, and accustomed to travelling long distances without fatiguing as easily as most would.

Continuing forward, he cannot help the amusement he feels when he hears Xue Yang speak up. Mo Ran can’t help but wonder if he’s truly beginning to grow a bit tired ( it would be fair - it has been all morning, and most of the afternoon, now ), or if he’s simply being a brat about the whole ordeal. More than likely, it’s nothing more than Xue Yang being a brat about it. For a second, Mo Ran is about to suggest that they can stop and take a bit of a break and breather, get something into their stomachs before they continue, but... he continues, if only to see if it’s going to stir a reaction out of him. “Mm...” Humming in consideration, violet eyes flick back towards him.

“Your chances are pretty good,” as if he wouldn’t carry him just because he is asked to - doesn’t mean he wouldn’t give him a little trouble for it, first. “If you convince me.”

@cxndybxstxrd !

#cxndybxstxrd #M. ( MO RAN. )#ANSWERED.

“that’s a pretty nasty bruise. want some ice?” / changmin to junghwa

Well, it’s not the most aesthetically pleasing thing, but he supposes it’s also not the worst. In his mind, it’s appearing worse than it is because he has been staring at it for so long. Pretending that the mirror might be distorting it, that the dim lights overhead might be making the bruise appear darker than it is. Except it’s no illusion, and he knows this - somewhere in the back of his head. Each rib is perfectly outlined due to the blooming bruise. Purple and blue, red around the outlines and edges. Junghwa can feel its reality with every inhale, and exhale. With every twist, and every turn. Really, he should get something to help ease the pain, and try to get some rest.

But tonight was a bust, he cannot deny that. Whether it’s because he was distracted, or his opponent was simply better - he lost, and he lost his winning streak.

Perhaps it’s why he keeps staring, why he seems so far away. Over and over again, he returns to the scene. Attempting to decipher at what point, had been the point of loss.

Deep breath is drawn, and though he regrets it - he doesn’t grimace. Smoothing his shirt down, head turning. Shifting his attention is usually easy. Junghwa bounces back quick from things, even from petty insults that might be flung at him in an attempt to disarm him and gain an opening. Usually, his features are bright and he has no trouble instigating some sort of conversation, or filling the room with the sound of his voice because he hates the silence. Except tonight, his features are grim and he has to force himself to talk so that he doesn’t seem overly-disappointed. “No.”

Swiping his sweater off the bench, he manages to get both arms through just fine. “Thank you, it’s just...” well, he doesn’t want it. Doesn’t think himself overly deserving of numbing some of the pain away. In fact, it’s going to work as a reminder. By tomorrow, he’ll be practicing from morning, to night time. Allowing the throbbing pain to remind him that he lost, that he has to get better. “It looks worse than it is,” Junghwa manages a subtle smile, and it feels real enough for him. “Actually, you should probably get some for yourself.” Though he taps his own cheekbone, it’s definitely not in reference to his own.

@wcvensouls !

#wcvensouls #M. ( AHN JUNGHWA. )#ANSWERED.