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#[ did i just reblog this for yoongi's smirk and killing eyebrow wiggle? yes. yes i did ]#[[ visuals ]]

"From what I can gather from your history... your parents were murdered, yeah? So, you ever turn into them, y'know, your parents and 'talk' to them for closure? I mean, clarify for me first: is it possible to uhm, 'turn' in to them? Would you even? Okay, okay, enough questions."

Hyungtae watched the other as he spoke, though the simple act of watching quickly turned into more of a study. He studied the shape of the others eyes, the color of his skin, the slope of his nose, the form of his lips. A blue myst lay itself over the short boy, feeling a tingling sensation. Once it had lifted, Hoseok was looking at a replica of himself. “Yes, I can turn into them. Or you. Or anyone I want.” His voice was still his, it took much creater effort to change such small things. He was sure he wasn’t much of a believable illusion either. He would need more time to get to know the mannerisms, the way he walked and talked, to replicate Hoseok in a way that it would be impossible to tell them apart. Especially now that Hyungtae was out of practice. “There is hardly a limit to who I can be.” He shook his head, the myst settling over him again as he transformed back into the orange haired boy he actually was. “Figured it would be a little creepy though.” He ran his hand through his hair, messing it up even more than it was before. “To answer all your questions, they were murdered. Yes, but do I know who was at fault? No.” He shook his head slightly in answer. “You saw, I could turn into them. But why would I? It wouldn’t bring me any closure, it would just hurt all over again. And it’s not the same, I would still talk to myself. I may end up looking like them but I would still be me. My thoughts, my opinions. It would be a pathetic version of talking to myself, wouldn’t it?” He heaved a sigh, his shoulders dropping ever so slightly under the weight of his own thoughts chasing him. “I try not to think about them too much. Things were easier when I was a cat, nobody asked about my dead parents. Now everyone wants to know, that makes closure not that easy. They weren’t always great parents, they forced me into this superhero life I never really wanted. But knowing they’re not around is still painful. They always helped others too, that’s all they wanted to use their powers for.” Looking down, a few strands of his orange hair fell in front of his face, but Hyungtae didn’t bother moving them away.

#[[ can you hear the wolf cry: answered ]]#[[ avbookie ]]

what would you do if you could live one day without consequences?

“No consequences? Not even regret?” Hyungtae raised an eyebrow in question, interest peaked. “Easy! Find my parents killer, kill them, get as drunk as I have never been before and have sex with any hot guy I meet.” He shrugged as if it had been the most normal thing one could answer to such a question.

#[[ can you hear the wolf cry: answered ]]#tw: death mention #tw: nswf #tw: alcohol #[ hyungtae's bad boy side coming out to play ]

"you remember how to human after that long of being stuck in a cat? or do i still need to give you cat whiskey?"

“Haha. So funny. I am a fully functioning human. However, I still remember how to scratch you.” He pouted slightly as he spoke, a bad habit he had adopted even when his life was still fine. Hyungtae wished he could tell the elder that it was his choice, that he wasn’t stuck in a cat but rather decided to do so himself. Because that was true, at least for the first few months. Eventually he really did forget how he could be himself again. He had no motivation to endure the physical pain it would take to form his body from a cat into a human, knowing that only emotional pain was going to join. Nobody asked a cat about their dead parents, but they were all giving him attention and affection, something Hyungtae really needed. He still needed that now, but nobody would give a grown man a hug in the middle of the street for no aparent reason. “It’s not like being a human is hard. Especially when all I do is sitting in my bedroom alone.” His mouth formed a thin line, hoping it would resemble a smile. “Cat whiskey was your own idea, I didn’t ask for it. It made me feel funny, funnier than human whiskey would. I’m sure my blood levels are human enough to go for actual alcohol again, if this is what you are trying to offer me right now.”

#[[ avryujin ]]#[ god he is a mess i am telling you. also someone give him cat whiskey out of pure fun please ]#[[ can you hear the wolf cry: answered ]]#tw: death mention

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honesty hour.

this is honesty hour!—or, honesty week. for a whole seven days after reblogging this prompt, anyone can send a question to your muse, anonymous or not, and your muse must answer all questions with complete honesty. remember to send a question to everyone who reblogs this, and to send as many as you receive!

#[[ please distract me from this god damn term paper ]]

fuck the festa this year. fuck big hit and all their yoonmin pictures and videos. i can’t deal with it anymore. and it makes me needy for cute, romancy plots for hyungtae. like him learning to change the appearance of others so he leaves notes in form of tattoos on his lovers arms that will last for a few hours while they sleep. or going to his boyfriend in the form of a cat because he got all emotional or scared and knows the only person that can comfort him is /him/. also angst. fuck this shit i’m out

#[[ empty ooc tag for evy to annoy people ]]#[[ rant: over ]]

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jk and tannie icons feat hobi

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feat @avseiji

#[[ shifted || the other kind of visuals ]]#[ yes yeontan is his dog form. fight me anyone. ]

she ignores his protests. “no. keep up if you don’t want your arm broken.” her grip tightens on that statement and allows no resistance; her knuckles are almost white and the students walk a little faster out of the way when they see her approaching. those are her last words spoken to him as they make their way to where she wants to go.

ignoring anything else he says allows her space to think, now that she’s found him. it’s not quite a blind panic anymore, just the thick, angry hurt of discovering she’d been tricked and the determination to enact the revenge she deems appropriate for it. but she’s not unreasonable – she’ll give him a chance to explain himself first. or, well, she’ll try.

jisoo lets go of his arm when they reach, forcefully shoving him away from her. “y’know this place?”

this area of the park is secluded, against one of the bigger buildings. the grass isn’t dying but it definitely needs watering, and a bit of weeding. it’s clear that no one comes here except for her and occasionally kan with his kitty treats, and up until a couple of months, the school’s calico cat. she bares her teeth at him in a mock grin.

“you do, don’t you?”

hyungtae followed in silent protest. something told him that she wasn’t afraid of actually breaking his arm. and he was damn sure that she was also capable of doing so just fine. he had seen a soft side of her when he was the small calico kitten lying next to her, wagging his tail. but judging the people part ways for her he figured that maybe he had only seen a small part of who she really was.

things around him blurred as he narrowed in the aching pain around his wrist that her tight grip caused. but he was not going to voice any complaint or act to free himself. though within a minute he could be one, hyungtae really wasn’t a big bad wolf.

he knew they had reached jisoos destination even before she let go of him, remembering the familiar place. he took a few tumbling steps away from her, regaining his balance. somehow, this was more embarassing to him than being dragged across campus by a clearly furious jisoo with a hundred eye witnesses. he should be graceful, he is a dancer. was. back then, when things were normal, when his parents weren’t there for him but at least alive. now, he felt more secure on four legs than two. the thought hadn’t crossed his mind, he didn’t have time to think about a lot of things. but it made him want to curl himself up.

but he did not. he was not showing any more weaknesses because he had a susipcion that jisoo would like it. dropping his books besides him, he used his free hand to run through his short hair, pushing it back and out of his face. “why do you ask me if we both know that you already know the answer?” his voice came out like a quiet hiss, eyes narrowing in on the other student. “what do you want to hear from me? i won’t apologize, i did nothing wrong! i never asked for your attention, this is completly unreasonable.”

#[[ avjisoo ]]

i am in the phase of post-concert depression and work is overwhelming me. however, i am happy to be back too even though i missed the first event after all. hello to all new members. both new and old, i would love to plot with you and/or continue plots we already had before!

#[[ empty ooc tag for evy to annoy people ]]

hello. it’s me, evy. i want to leave a little sorry note for anyone who may wait for a reply. i’m about to head out to london in a little bit to go to the two BTS wembley concerts. i will be in my IMs (please IM me, the waiting lines look so god damn long and maybe we can plot some?) but i won’t be around the dash, only to look at ohter peoples prompts hehee.

#[[ empty ooc tag for evy to annoy people ]]

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he could feel the slight tinkle in his fingertips as he ran his hand through his hair, its color changing from blonde to black. he always changed his hair color, so this wasn’t uncommon. but the choice of black was slightly off for the usually bright boy. but at this moment, lying on his bed and staring at his book, he felt like black was the right choice for his mood.

hyungtae was rather bright, he managed to pick up things quickly (well, unless it was about his power, he struggled with that). but something about todays topic just wouldn’t click. it didnt help that he had almost three years of catching up to do. he really did not want to be stuck in this place longer than he had to.

but he had been reading the same section three times now, each time understanding less and less. with a sigh, he let his head sink and rest on the open books on his bed. he remembered just about half a year ago, enjoying his time lying on a human bed and listening to jaehyun talk about the same things he had to study back then. hyungtae also remembered not understanding anything the boy said back then.

hyungtae’s head shot up when an idea formed. jaehyun had taken the class before! he must know something about it still, right? maybe, just maybe, he could help him. of course this would mean hyungtae had to make it up again somehow, but he already had to do so after all the care he took over him. standing up, the boy hurriedly took his books and notes, placing one on top of the other until he had a small pile of books. slipping into his shoes, he headed out of the door and went down one floor, remembering where the younger boy lived.

having his hands full of books, hyungtae took to carefully kicking his foot twice against the door in an attempt of a knock. he didn’t notice how his lower lip stuck out in a pout and how his eyes got bigger as he peeked over the tower of books, waiting for the boy to open the door for him, whimpering a quiet “help” when he saw the familiar face in front of him.

#[[ avavatar ]]#[ it is ... something? ]

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#headcanon ♡ bottle flips became his human version of playing with a ball of yarn. because he is a baby #[[ visuals ]]

atrailofstardust

Unless you have been very, very lucky, you have undoubtedly experienced events in your life that have made you cry. So unless you have been very, very lucky, you know that a good, long session of weeping can often make you feel better, even if your circumstances have not changed one bit.

Lemony Snicket (via atrailofstardust)

#[[ a broken mind - quotes ]]

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@avcalico

putting two and two together isn’t her forte. jisoo’s not even sure if this set of twos make a four, but rumours are flying and she’s got, let’s say, a vested interest in whether or not it’s true.

so now she’s tracking down one nam hyungtae, son of two famous superheroes, ex-student who just rejoined the academy, and the rumoured calico cat who’d been living on campus since before she’d entered. the same calico cat she spent most of her time with, quiet and comfortable, the one she’d whispered quiet fears and stupidly mundane happenings to.

in other words: the guy who might know more about her than she bargained for when she decided to take care of the school cat without anyone else knowing.

most of the classes held for new students are in the hall, so it’s the first place she’d gone to, scouring classrooms. it’s not her reputation that bothers her – she can always build it up, and god knows she’s got her fists to back it up again – it’s the simple fact that she’d poured out what was left of her vulnerability only to find it was just a fucking lie. she’s going to find him, and then beat him up if its true. maybe beat him up if its not true, as a precautionary measure too.

she finds him at the tail end of his class, students streaming out. they give her a wide berth, and she’d smirk something nasty at them if she wasn’t preoccupied with the more important matter at hand.

jisoo grabs him by the arm when he emerges from the classroom. “let’s go,” she says, and starts hauling him off towards the park. she knows a spot where they won’t be seen, and if the rumours are right – he’ll know it too.

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hands were a peculiar thing when you thought about it. not that many people did pay their hands much attention, but when you suddenly can hold a pen again after two years the occasional odd thought hits you. though he wished he could use his hands for something else than taking notes in class. not that he could change much about this. it still meant that hyungtae was looking forward to the end of class, letting all the buzzing students out before he followed him. truth be told, he wasn’t all that used to being caged up in a room anymore, or having to follow set schedules.

right now he just felt like dropping his books, lying on his bed and not do anything. which were precisly his plans. at least until the moment he felt a hand wrap around his arm and tug at him.

no. it was no tug. it was a determined pull, and judged by the way the fingers wrapped around his wrist, he had no other choice than to follow. “yah!” he wasn’t sure if he was prostesting or just yelling out in surprise. his head turned, taking in the person that belonged to the grib. he may never have met her in person, but he had spend enough time with her to know her. jisoo, if he had picked up the right name from her. he wasn’t all that sure, he never could ask after all.

they had shared a lot of time. she giving him attention, comfort she didn’t know he desperatly needed. while he gave her the chance to just talk without having to worry about thoughts. occasionally he felt like he was playing her because he simply wasn’t an innocent little calico cat. but there was no way of telling her. at least until now there wasn’t. but something about her actions, the way she held onto him and walked, told him she may already know.

just like he knew where they were going, because it was a place in the park they used to spend time together. “okay okay. you can let go of me! i will follow you without you breaking my arm, alright?” he sighed, using his free hand to run it through his hair. this was not how he had imagined it would be to meet her. though truth be told, he may would have avoided her otherwise.

#[[ avjisoo ]]

black panther

black panther — describe your superhero outfit.

“My… outfit?” Hyungtae looked down his body, lower lip sticking out. One would think the fact that he lived as a cat for multiple years would mean he isn’t interested in fashion. But it’s quiet the contrary. He always cared about his appearance, which ranged from loose sweaters to formfitting shirts. But he wasn’t used to be asked about his superhero attire. “No cape, that is for sure. I don’t need unnecessary fabric to flop around.” He shook his head, blonde curls bouncing. “My name may be Calico but it doesn’t mean my suit has these colors. It’s simply black, skin tight and a perfect fit to my body. I was lucky enough that my parents made sure the best of the best would design my suit with nano-tech. That means that even if I shift into someone larger or smaller, the suit won’t be too big or too small. That’s really the most important factor of the suit, though the black color obviously helps me blend in.” Scratching his neck, he chuckled quietly. “The only problem is me turning into anything other than human. The suit can’t really change along with this. But I don’t need a suit as an animal. There is only an odd minute or two when I turn back into a human and need to get back in my suit… maybe there is a way I can not be, you know, naked, for that period of time. That’d be … nice.”

#[[ think functionallity wise the spiderman suit from homecoming. fitting to his body ]]#[[ answered ]]

heroes-hq-blog1

it’s student picture day at the avengers academy. run a comb through your hair and sit on the chair—the sooner we get this over with, the better.

ready? say avengers.

a grumpy photographer sits behind the camera, waiting for you to hurry and sit on the chair so he can snap an ugly photo of you that’ll last a lifetime. so much for good first impressions. luckily, here’s your chance to make another one.

welcome to our opening mini-event! this is a small writing prompt to let us know a bit more about your avenger. reblog this post to receive a prompt, and remember to send as many as you receive. you can reblog this meme until may 20, kst.

thor — what’s your favorite kind of weather? describe a perfect day.

ironman — what are your favorite subjects in school?

captain america — do you believe in love at first sight? describe a perfect date.

antman — write about your monthly power evaluation.

the wasp — if you were working as a superhero, would you want a sidekick?

hulk — what are some of your worst pet peeves?

black widow — what’s your weapon of choice?

hawkeye — what’s something you can do really well that most people can’t?

scarlet witch — if a genie could grant you one wish, what would that wish be?

quicksilver — describe your eating habits and favorite food.

hercules — how do you keep in shape?

black panther — describe your superhero outfit.

mantis — write about your fondest memory of/in the academy.

captain marvel — what would you say is your number one strength?

starlord — have you ever played a prank on someone? if so, tell us more.

doctor strange — what do you think is your weirdest quality?

spiderman — if you could have any other ability, what would it be?

falcon — if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?

#[[ picture day ]]

Hello wonderful people. I’m Eve and this is my child Hyungtae (yeah I know I suck at names but be happy, the last name i picked was accidentally a shipname). If you want to plot or chat you can always hit my IMs up or like this. Also, there are some more infos on the little one under the cut if you are interested. Love him please? I will pay you in cupcakes and angst.

#introduction #tw: death #tw: murder #tw: anxiety

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