a bloody good show

set a man on fire, and he'll be warm for the rest of his life.

[avtjinwoo-blog]

Tequila rose

[avtrose-blog]

avtjinwoo:

(...)

he takes a shot. “hypothetically speaking, if i were to tell you i think you’re gorgeous, would you take it as me trying to get laid? cause i’m really just paying you a compliment, i swear, not that you’re not desirable, i just -.” he sighs, a light blush dusting his cheeks, “i just think you’re really pretty and wanted to tell you is all.”

his smile is unexpectedly genuine, but she returns it with as much sincerity as she can muster in the moment. she had expected him to accept her offer; it might be overconfidence but she can be certain at least that most bar-goers would find company, especially from someone like her, welcome. he doesn’t seem particularly interested, even though he offers a seat, and chaeyoung leans an arm against the counter to face him completely, resting her chin on her palm.

it’s oddly endearing, the way he stumbles over his words. the man isn’t the most eloquent but she’s learnt not to expect too much from the patrons, typically inebriated beyond coherence. a proper conversation is a rarity in these parts, as unintentionally awkward as her partner seems to be. chaeyoung raises an eyebrow when he questions her drink of choice.

“well, it wouldn’t quite be my first choice, but i don’t mind it.” she sighs and shakes her head. “can’t complain if it’s free, right? members’ ‘discount’ and all.” she waves her hand in the general direction of the bartender, and shrugs.

she can tell his gaze is working to avoid hers, and so she leans further in, coy little smile playing on her lips. his compliment is clumsy but cute, chaeyoung laughing when she manages to connect what he’s saying through the disjointedness. she thinks it would be fun to see him flustered, if he’s this out of sorts just trying to give a compliment. she thinks she’d like to try, to watch him flounder a little.

“do you want to get laid?” she teases, the side of her little finger close to touching his, purposely in his personal space. “we’ve got to at least exchange names first.”

[avtchan-blog]

withered

[avtrose-blog]

avtchan:

(...)

While the first few plants swelled with energy, the next cacti started to leave him feeling drained. Starts feeling a little lightheaded, perhaps he should have stopped then and there. Instead, he pushes through and revives the last of the cacti cluster, Chanyeol stumbling back after he finishes. He blinks, looking over at Rose. His breathing starts to become shaky, knees buckling leaving the male using the palms of his hands for support as he suddenly falls to his knees. 

chaeyoung thinks her weakness is in flora, and nurseries and flower shops and the like. there’s something about them that rejuvenates, serenity in the nursery’s neat rows of potted plants and gentle quietness. there’s also something about the people who work there, she thinks, but she doesn’t quite know what it is.

she supposes this is slightly different – she doesn’t know the other in question all that well. she’d just been... worried, for lack of better words, about the man she’d seen just carelessly practicing his abilities. she doesn’t like the feeling, if she’s honest, something nervous gnawing away at her, reminding her to check in on him, to make sure he hasn’t been found out or anything worse. which is exactly why she finds herself in his nursery yet again, having “dropped by” as is her usual; a weak excuse but also one that works, barely.

chanyeol is busy tending to his plants while she stands by the side. “it’s okay, you can take your time,” she says, a little shake of her head to assure him she doesn’t mind this.

watching him work is calming, how they respond to his touch and bloom in accordance, dullness brightened as he works his way through the rows of plants. they seem to be growing nicely from what she can see, but she’s got no experience taking care of anything alive and each pot he goes through always seems a little more full of life than before, so she supposes he knows what he’s doing. he can literally talk to plants, after all.

or, he might know what he’s doing with the plants but certainly not with himself.

she perks up when he finishes, catching his gaze before he suddenly stumbles away from her. “wha–?” chaeyoung is confused for a second, instinctively reaching out for her aura for protection, but chanyeol collapses instead, knees hitting the floor. “chanyeol–!”

her guard drops immediately, rushing towards the other. “hey, okay, uh,” she kneels beside him, gently prying at him until she thinks her presence has registered, letting him lean against her for support. the one thing she can think about is how this might be because of her – she knows her control of her bloodlust has waned, and half the time people just up and faint from the overload in their systems when she toys with them. but this is different, she hasn’t done anything, she thinks, she hopes.

“yeol? chanyeol?”

[avtrose-blog]

event plots

coexistence, mental mutation(?? or someone who can detect/is impervious to her aura) -- she’s blending in with this crowd, but you notice that there’s a marked difference in the way she holds herself, the energy that’s surrounding her and seemingly affecting the others around you. violence isn’t in your vocabulary but it is all of hers.

anyone -- when the riot breaks out you’re the first to run, but something’s stopping you. no, not just stopping -- you’re being drawn back in, joining the brawl even though every other part of you is screaming to stop. 

riot police/officer -- you try to help her, get her to safety because she doesn’t seem to be participating in this, just watching the events unfold with an expression you can’t quite discern.

separationist -- you’ve seen her at rallies before, but never on the other side. maybe this pisses you off, or makes you suspicious, something like that (??)

anyone -- give her a good fight come fight with her i just want an action thread

anyone -- she doesn’t realise this, but the bloodlust is coming from more than just her, and she can’t control it at all. it overwhelms her and you’re there to see it (maybe you try to help her/ignore her/kick her while she’s down)

(she’s mostly at the riot to enjoy the show!)

these are real basic ??? n i’m def open to anything so if anyone wants to plot for the event please like this or just come hmu i’m always down !!!

[avtsoo-blog]

just fire alarms, and losing you

[avtrose-blog]

avtsoo:

(…)

he knows he’s treading on thin ice here; one slip and he’s done for. maybe a subtle approach would be more effective. 

kyungsoo turns to face her, legs crossed as he leaned on his curled fist on the counter. pull, push, pull, push. his lips tugged into a lopsided grin. “so, do you come here often?”

his speech is stilted, overtly formal, and she wonders if he realises the sort of place he’s in. this isn’t the right sort of bar for formalities and politeness. still, he holds himself with easy confidence, holding her gaze when she approaches. she likes it, even if she suspects part of that might be from the alcohol he’s consumed. 

she laughs coquettishly when he compliments her voice; she’s always loved getting praised for her singing. of course that’d be the reason, she thinks, he’s a man of good tastes. chaeyoung  angles herself to face him, mirroring his body language with crossed legs and one arm resting against the counter.

the band is in full swing, not quite loud enough to drown out conversation but enough for her to feign so, leaning in when he speaks. “come here often?” she repeats, laughing a little. she’s not too close for comfort but still within his personal space, her lips close to his cheek when she responds. “i work here, y’know.” her tone is unintentionally derisive, and she quickly covers that up with a wink and a question of her own. “is this your first time here?”

she’s fairly certain of the answer; she wonders if it’d be too forward to suggest so, that she’d have remembered him. after all, she doesn’t want to scare him away, she just wants a little fun. he looks promising.

[avtrose-blog]

thursday’s child

[avtrose-blog]

avtjonghyun:

(...)

chaeyoung, one of the few people who still call him by his name, a rarity in this world as she actually seems like she genuinely likes and trusts him–odd, he muses, to think a feeling of trust can still exist today. despite this, he genuinely cares for her. maybe it’s because she does as well, and he’s been living his life trying to reciprocate any feelings anyone has for him–being hated is worse than lying; being alone is worse than dying. with a small huff, he drags a seat (reserved for the workers, he might add), and makes her sit down by the counter.

“tea?”

chaeyoung pouts a little at her friend, letting herself be shooed out of the musty little room. “a week is a long time,” she ventures, then, “don’t nitpick.”

jonghyun is easy to trust, easy to be soft around; there’s something comforting about him to chaeyoung, the gentle familiarity that she finds herself drawn to, impenetrable defenses turned off for a moment in this shop. she trusts him, despite herself and the brutality that she knows resides underneath her skin – but he shouldn’t trust her. whatever it was that used to be soft in her is rotting away now, killed by her own hand and as dead as the ghosts of her past.

( she won’t acknowledge it, the soft parts of her that survive. nothing good has ever come out of them.

then what is she doing now, confessing part of her soul to jonghyun? is this weakness or is it courage? )

she perches herself by the edge of the seat, nodding when he offers a drink. “yes please,” she remembers her manners, of course, “have you been... keeping up with the news and all?” but manners are no substitute for tact and her segue is likely unexpected and awkward. she barrels through it anyway. “i mean, it’s been pretty big, but y’know...” she shrugs, attempting nonchalance before she drops a bomb on her friend. at least, she hopes so. her friend. the words are foreign in their genuity and all the more frightening. but she’s made up her mind to tell him, and so she will. she just needs a little confidence, a little surety he won’t run screaming – or worse, for the police.

“what’d you think about it?”

[avtrose-blog]

hullo my lovs i’m BACK

yikes @ how long it took me to get my shit together but !!!! i've replied my IMs and i’m working on replies -- here’s a quick tracker if i’ve missed anyone out please lmk!!! come yell at me or something yes yes

anyway my plot page is still p messy but if anyone wants to come plot i m always here n ready, pls love me

[realjackoconnell]

all your gods are teenage girls | ares

“anything worth having is worth fighting for.” 

[avtrose-blog]

hey y’all this is a hiatus notice

Keep reading

[avtrose-blog]

o k i’ve posted all the starters i have n now i m rlly going off !!!! thank u for ur well wishes i lov u all whew

[avtrose-blog]

enough to be dumbstruck

@avtjay

the separationist rally is disappointingly ordinary.

chaeyoung doesn’t quite know what she’d expected, but it certainly hadn’t been this. there’s almost a forced bravado to this, she thinks, overcompensation for some imagined flaw in each of them. it’s both unsettling and frustrating at the same time. to be fair, perhaps, she looks as ordinary as these people, if not more so – her mutation is an invisible manifestation, and for all she knows they are just like her. at the very least, the one thing she can be certain of is that these are definitely all potentials of some kind.

there are people scattered around who aren’t dressed as ostentatiously. they stand out, she thinks, precisely because they seem to be trying not to, conspicuously inconspicuous. chaeyoung moves closer towards one of them, hood turned up to obscure his face – someone like that, she thinks, is far more dangerous than the loud colours and bluster. she prefers it.

the ringleader (she thinks) is yelling rhetoric that she recognises, half of them catchphrases that she’s seen plastered across the streets before clean-up arrives. the rally riles itself up, predictably. despite herself, she’s bored. there’s no reason for separation when the humans will wipe themselves out sooner or later, losing because they are weak. she doesn’t care for this; she’d simply been curious, but the separationists aren’t quite convincing. the world will belong to them eventually, and separation is only a concession.

she turns to leave, and catches the expression of the man next to her, oddly impassive, the strangest juxtaposition in the crowd that’s fueled by emotion.

“aren’t you angry?” she says, without thinking, pressing her lips together before deciding to push forward with this. “why are you...” she gestures a little at him, then at the soapbox stage, “here?”

[avtrose-blog]

flash fires

[avtrose-blog]

avthyunwoo:

(...)

His eyes are still red, no thanks to the new wound on his arm and the adrenaline rush that comes with a brawl, but they slowly turn back to their original dark brown. it’s not like these people will remember that slight detail out of everything else anyways.  

the bells chime when someone else walks in, the sound out of place in the chaos that it leads to, and chaeyoung’s eyes flick up out of curiosity. it takes a moment for the features to settle into familiarity, obscured by the roaring voices in her head, demanding utter destruction of everyone, this stranger included.

part of her thinks, if she had been a better person, the bloodlust would have stopped. a shrieking sort of stop, sibilant ending into calm or at least simple worry for hyunwoo when she recognises him, aura dissipating from shock or something like that. but the better part of her just hungers for his blood too, demands and demands and demands and it takes her longer than she should to even want to try to stop.

it’s too late to avoid hurting him; he’s attacked the instant he enters. she knows he won’t get hurt (she thinks, she hopes.) she turns away, turns guilt into anger instead and throws it at the other humans, brawling for their lives.

there’s a leaden lump weighing against her chest, growing with each step hyunwoo manages to make towards her. she knows damn well what he thinks about her ability – about her, something treacherous warns. it’s almost defensive, chaeyoung whirling up her aura to stop him from reaching her, using these patrons as shields because despite herself she’s frightened, of herself and of him seeing her this way. it’s irrational, she knows, and only makes things worse but really, what else can she do?

there’s a knife sticking out of his arm, but he doesn’t sound angry. just resigned, and she thinks that’s what jolts her out of it. the weight’s this close to breaking her ribcage. it doesn’t dissipate – never does, of course, bloodlust just receding into the background, there for the picking if anyone so wanted to, but it’s enough to push the customers out of their induced aggression, fear overtaking the primal urge she’d let out. hyunwoo’s eyes darken to their usual brown as the bar puts itself back together slowly, her show over.

chaeyoung makes an aborted movement towards the other, stilted, regretting it immediately and then abandoning it altogether. she stands there, in front of him, unsure and guilty for the relief she feels.

[avtrose-blog]

a beacon, a furnace

@avtjaewon

the rabble is closing in, motivated by nothing but redly fury, chaeyoung twisting the emotion from them into something far more lethal than they could ever think of being. it’s a blessing in some ways, she thinks; perhaps the human condition in its purest form, raw and angry and so, so bloody. how many humans can say they’ve ever experienced that?

the clusters are moving, merging into something bigger than she’d expected, the bitter haze of bloodlust seemingly guiding them in her direction, the calm eye of the hurricane, chaeyoung standing untouched as chaos falls into chaos around her. it’s almost magnetic, the way the mob moves, drawn to her despite themselves, exhilarating in the painful power she’s exerting. a split second of empathy, some connection she forms with each and every one of these people under the influence of her power – pathetic they may be, but in this state they are simply an extension of herself, and chaeyoung cannot help but feel for them.

but of course – it is only a split second, and she knows damn well these people would kill her given the chance. she does not – cannot – feel for them.

someone is particularly bold, and they take a swing at her. chaeyoung ducks easily, nimble and agile, letting the fight flow past her as she twists the strands of aggression tighter around her, closer, more violent. she hears a gasp from her left and she spins around, knocking the shiv away from her before thinking better of it, and she half-scrambles to retrieve it from where it’s fallen. the makeshift knife is uncomfortable in her hands, too big for her smaller ones and too clumsy for her to wield properly. still, she thinks, it might come in handy, a modest amount of fun when she gets her hands dirty.

( in truth, she’s starting to lose control of her own powers, her barely enhanced condition less protection than she’d hoped it’d be. it is harder to release the bloodlust, to calm it once it’s been released, and chaeyoung has become familiar with the feeling of her control over these people snapping. it certainly has now. )

[avtrose-blog]

hey y’all this is a hiatus notice

i’m real sorry for having been incredibly behind on replying n IMs n all Yikes but my midterms are coming UP so i’m gonna skedaddle and focus on my studies for a lil while -- i’ll be back 23rd sept !!

(i’ll prob try to get some of the starters i owe up by this weekend ?? hopefully ;;;;)

[incorrectshakespeare]

I don’t know how to stay tender with this much blood in my mouth

Ophelia, Act IV, Scene V (via incorrectshakespeare)

[avtjinwoo-blog]

Tequila rose

[avtrose-blog]

avtjinwoo:

(...)

The liquid burns as it goes down, relief washing over him when it does, reminding him of the reasons, the purpose for drinking; because it’s freeing. He doesn’t have a horrid past or even some current lingerng trauma that could lead him to drink, he genuinely enjoys it. He likes being able to slightly come out of his shell, alcohol loosening his tongue, his awkwardness still present but at least a little more bearable. Conversation with others flow more naturally, it makes him feel normal. 

He waves the bartender over, “Three more shots, please.” 

chaeyoung trills the last notes of the song, letting her voice fade into the steady beat of the instrumental. the crowd has ebbed, albeit still full enough to keep the manager busy; it’s late enough that he doesn’t quite care if she finishes her set, and so chaeyoung lets the band overtake her vocals and slips off, the instruments seeping sweetly into the silence, sibilant in her absence.

there’s a single person at the bar, relaxed against long marble table. it’s not an unusual sight, but the stranger is delicate in ways that intrigue her; there’s steel to the way he holds himself, paradoxical to the gentleness in his mannerisms. the bartender today is a familiar face (though truth be told, most of them have become familiar with hers), so she weaves her way through the crowd to approach the bar, laughing when she’s presented with a margarita with some quantity of whatever fruit juice they’ve got lying around before she can even order a drink.

“thank you,” she says, the lilt in her voice meant to charm. she hopes the stranger hears it.

she hears the stranger order three more shots, and she takes it as her opportunity to strike up a conversation. “three?” she teases, and places her drink next to his. “want some company?”

[avtsoo-blog]

just fire alarms, and losing you

[avtrose-blog]

avtsoo:

(...)

his ears are beginning to ring over the buzzes of chatters so he pushes himself through the people until he finds an empty spots. kyungsoo then orders a martini–light enough to keep him conscious but effective enough to numb his senses. dark hues scan around the premises until he finds the subject of this wild goose chase. 

“hey,” he calls the bartender, sliding a couple of wons his way. “one sangria for the singer.”   

the customers have slowed down to a trickle, the tables full, and chaeyoung smiles whenever someone new enters, in lieu of a greeting. her red dress has turned purple in the blue lighting, velvet warm in the chilly bar. it shimmers as she moves around the stage and so she takes care to do just that, drawing the eyes of the patrons as she sings.

she loves the attention, on and off the stage – she finishes her set and is taken over by the next band, pleased when she feels their attention drift along with her. the standing bar is her go-to when her shift is up, and the bartender always has something ready for her. it’s a sangria today, not quite her favourite but sweet enough for her tastes, nothing unusual there – and it’s a little less expected that the drink’s been sent from someone else, but it’s not quite the surprise either.

“that one?” she asks, leaning against the marble to spot her admirer. he’s clean cut and lean, and certainly attractive, she thinks, if you’d like that sort of thing.

as it so happens, she does.

chaeyoung gives him a smile, slipping through the crowd to approach the stranger, sangria in hand. she tugs a little on her surroundings, her aura soft but present today; she doesn’t want to give the game away so easily. it’s not quite enough to start anything fun but it relaxes her, the quiet murmur of tension seeping its way through the bar.

“hello,” she says, saccharine sweet, and places her drink next to his. “i thought i’d thank you for the drink.” chaeyoung smiles at him, coyly tapping a finger against her glass, letting it brush against the man’s hand. “it’s one of my favourites, thank you.”

[avtrose-blog]

flash fires

@avthyunwoo

humans are so... interesting. all it takes is a spark to set them off, spiraling into madness of their own making; she’s been toying with it all weekend. it feels good to be able to let loose, amplifying her aura to its furthest and consequences be damned. they are, after all, not hers to bear, and the reports are mystified but resigned.

the news programme now is reporting the exceptionally high number of gang fights these days, with casualties far more than they are used to. it’s something like irony that sits her in front of it, watching the reports as the very same thing plays out in front of her. it’s a rowdy gang of teenagers, on the cusp of adulthood and not quite. they’re scrawny, bravado written over their faces, and she knows they’ll give her something to watch.

just a little nudge their way, and the fight doesn’t even manage to escalate – it just implodes completely, and suddenly the patrons are swinging chairs and glasses at each other, sloppily aimed missiles instead of the fist fighting she’d expected. her aura envelopes the hole in the wall completely, the wisps of her bloodlust reaching out to curl around their fists, and she relishes in the feeling of control, her machinations pleasing. some of the customers around are actually terrified enough to go running out the door, even as the boys continue their fighting. one of them tackles another to the ground, and the whole situation quickly devolves into mindless bar brawl cries, complete with movie-esque bottle breaking.

chaeyoung is perched on the stool, smiling to herself and just sipping her drink. there’s no better word for it – perched, exactly like a bird (a hawk), watching the conflict burst out of nothing excitedly even as she doesn’t involve herself. god, she loves humans like these; there’s absolutely nothing better.

[avtrose-blog]

thursday’s child

@avtjonghyun

chaeyoung breezes in, the soft chime of a customer entering sounding as the door closes behind her. today is, as always, an off day for her, and she loves the quiet and beauty of the many florist shops in incheon. it’s the one thing she she’s come to enjoy, bloodlust or not.

the company is a plus, of course - jonghyun is kind and soft-spoken, and often allows her to sit in the flower shop for as long as she wants. he’s nowhere to be seen right now, and she figures he’ll be somewhere in the back, or whatever it is he does when they don’t have customers around. usually she’d simply find her little corner and people-watch from the windows, but she wants (needs) some company, at least for today.

“jonghyun?”

he doesn’t respond immediately, and so chaeyoung walks around the shop, trying to find her friend. he is all the rounded curves of the world when she is its edges, but she cares far too much for him already. there is something soft inside of her despite herself and it is safe around jonghyun, she thinks, to let her guard down.

she finds him settled at the back of the shop, and she taps on his shoulder, smiling. “hey there,” she greets, giving him a small wave. “long time no see?”