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[gallaxians]

hello fellow lovely people. 

I haven’t logged on in here in months due to personal health issues and more. First off, I am so sorry to the people I disappeared on with no warning or have not answered messages because it was a bad time and then too much time passed and i let my anxiety get in the way with things.

i’m not back per se, because I can’t guarantee anything. 

However, I am on discord (lurking usually) and I’ve really missed writing.  But I do have a few warnings below under the cut.

If none of these bother you and you would like to roleplay with any muse ( whether they exist on here or from my discord archives ). I also love making muses for people specifically as well. PLEASE HIT ME UP IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. 

I am open to any and all rps, and all muses are welcome. I have no issues with learning about your au or a fandom I am not personally part of.

I change my discord name on a rather frequent basis. So, shoot me an ask or IM so I can give you the proper add or you can send me yours.

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[gallaxians]

hello fellow lovely people. 

I haven’t logged on in here in months due to personal health issues and more. First off, I am so sorry to the people I disappeared on with no warning or have not answered messages because it was a bad time and then too much time passed and i let my anxiety get in the way with things.

i’m not back per se, because I can’t guarantee anything. 

However, I am on discord (lurking usually) and I’ve really missed writing.  But I do have a few warnings below under the cut.

If none of these bother you and you would like to roleplay with any muse ( whether they exist on here or from my discord archives ). I also love making muses for people specifically as well. PLEASE HIT ME UP IF YOU ARE INTERESTED. 

I am open to any and all rps, and all muses are welcome. I have no issues with learning about your au or a fandom I am not personally part of.

I change my discord name on a rather frequent basis. So, shoot me an ask or IM so I can give you the proper add or you can send me yours.

Over the last few months, before covid hit, I learned that I have some sort of autoimmune disorder that was fairly dormant. This was hard, because I had had a gastric sleeve (where they turn you stomach into a tiny ass pouch and three bites fills you up) and the weight loss seemed to really trigger something inside of me. As well as doing other damage as well. 

In February I was hit with my first “episode” and since then it has not calmed down. I do have troubles with my hands, I will not always be able to write because I don’t have the motor ability to do it. 

And my writing quality dips often ( not to say illiterate ) but because I often have a fog over my head. If I write something that seems out of order or confusing, please tell me so I can either give a rewrite or clarify to you what I was trying to convey. 

Just know that if I do take a week to respond, its not because I didn’t want to or forgot about you. It’s just because their might be a physical ailment at that time, or something going on in my personal life. // which has also been crazy. 

Also, I am not up to date on anything kpop related so if someone was exposed as being problematic with racism or any form of disrespect or asshattery, please let me know. (seriously, i have maybe five newer songs that I know and have not been paying attention to releases... so any bops also hit me up with)

[gallaxians]

im durnk and need ot cry but goddami it youf dont gettoem make me cry i amake you cry

[gallaxians]

due to some personal health issues, i am going to be placing this account back on hiatus. i know it’s probably frustrating to people that write with me, i’ve been so mia in the past year. right now i’m just trying to do what’s best for me - and i can’t promise anything to write on this blog.

i’ve just got a lot on my mind and plate right now and i don’t even know man

we all just holding on in this crazy world

as always, i am available through discord. if we have a thread/plot and you want to continue it there - please let me know ! or if you want to do something or 

* ･ﾟ✧lionheart #8003

hit me up if you want on discord, otherwise this is my official hiatus notice for this blog.

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[gallaxians]

jun’ichi

Gray eyes snap back down to the body lying before him, hands plunging back into the corpse’s torso that lays open.  He knows the younger man heard him, and he’s sure that he’ll be down soon.  His fingers curl around the stomach of the corpse, scalpel angling to slice the connecting tissue away from it before he’s pulling it out and laying it on the scale near him.

“Lots of people die violently, and I have to figure out how.”  Many would assume he’s annoyed by the way words flow from his mouth almost monotonously, but it’s his own way of speaking to those he considers himself close to.  His head turns, nodding towards the box he keeps the facial masks in.

“Don’t forget the mask and gloves.  I can’t have anything getting contaminated.”  The god notes the other’s hair and eye colors, knowing that he’s at least feeling well due to the pink hues.  The corners of his lips quirk up in amusement, and he’s glad to be done with the body soon.  Part of him wonders though–why does Devin seem to like visiting so much?  Jun’ichi isn’t entertaining; he’s older, quite a bit more boring than other individuals he could be spending time with instead, yet the young man seems to enjoy the somber man’s company instead.

When Jun’ichi doesn’t send him packing, it has Devin beaming brightly to himself like a little ray of sunshine in the closed off basement. There’s not even a beat of hesitance as he’s slapping the gloves on, the mask a little more difficult as he definitely did not think that through, but he manages to pull it tight without the gloves hindering him any. The alien finds himself staring for a moment at the open spot just off to the side of Jun’ichi, and as much as he wants to - he shuffles around the dead body to take up occupancy out of the way. The elder was hard to read, even more so for the metamorph who had been bad at.. almost everything human since he arrived. It wasn’t as if the other would miraculously change colour, even if that would make things ten times easier. 

Despite his eagerness, Devin is untrained and knows that greatly, so he can’t exactly just dive right in with his hands inspecting everything. So, he leans closer, inspecting the body as if he could find a clue for himself. “How do you figure out how?” He knows by now that they aren’t the same each time, that the body is riddled with clues of violent pasts or sometimes even leads a straight path back to the person who killed them. It was gruesome, odd, against all of his instilled core beliefs, and yet - he didn’t mind this part. It gave him a little more purpose than just delivering groceries and fast food to people. 

“Are there some so outrageous you can’t even solve it?” He reaches across to gently poke at the stomach that had been set off to the side, a tinge of disgust washing over him. It’s gone the minute he looks away, pink back in full force as he looks across at Jun’ichi, mouth feeling so dry and he’s unsure what to do with his hands - his feet - his words - his whole body shutting down as he watches the other work. “I doubt that though, you’re too smart, I bet you figure them all out so they can have their justice.” 

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changseon.

“Your average priest knows not to strike a hornet’s nest - unlike some tiny little demons, I know.” The thought of an exorcism sends a shiver down Changseon’s back - the demon had been exorcised out of her vessels hundreds of times in the past. The peak of the Inquisition’s reign was the worst time for one of her kind to find itself in or anywhere near Spain and it’s neighbours, yet Wrath had dared to do just that and lost miserably around half a dozen vessels. Fun times. “We could try to do that to you, though, I’m really curious as to what it would do.”

He huffs, eyeing the space between them. Not that the two stools will appease either of them in any way, or buffer the animosity between the former lovers. Yet, wasn’t it always like this between them?

“As far as I recall - and correct me if I’m wrong, which I’m sure I’m not - you were the one who went berserk and blew it up. Then, you left me to clean up your mess with the authorities. Your ass is lucky I didn’t just let it be and guide hunters your way because I was sure that one way or another, hunters would have sniffed the shit out sooner or later. I’m adding that to the things I regret not doing.” He calls for another round for himself and pushes away the half-done tray of peanuts. His appetite is lost entirely with no hope of returning for the evening.

“You’re busy looking like a sad, abandoned little cat? I don’t care, you can suit yourself though I’m pretty sure if you looked any more pathetic, you would raise from the dead a Romanticist poet or two who could scribble you some zombie-level poetry just to lament over how annoying you are. I’m surprised you’re still alive, though. What gives - you haven’t found another sugar daddy like me with a shorter fuse?”

There’s a petulant scowl on the felines lips, oh how tempted he was to take the stupid and ugly face and bash it into the wood counter of the bar several times. Maybe until the gray matter started to leak from the others ears, blood everywhere and so good on his tongue. The thoughts are enough to settle his rage until he’s staring at nothing in particular but always thinking the same thing. Death would look so good on Changseon, just once and for all.

He sucks at his teeth, the quiet spell in his temperament temporary at best as he’s nearly coming undone at the seams within seconds of the elder opening his mouth. The feline feels inclined to throw something, trash the place, but that would just prove the idiots point wouldn’t it? A huff leaves hims, Chen turning his nose up as he glances at the male through the corner of his eyes. “I didn’t blow up anything.” Or had he? “I do remember you blowing up your stupid apartment, making us homeless and then oh yeah, I got nearly killed by your psycho family. How is everyone doing? Still fucking insane?”

That strikes something inside him, hurt flickering over his face for the smallest microsecond. As much as he wants to give into the anger, he can’t give Wrath the smug satisfaction of that. But he couldn’t give into the hurt either, because that would probably be just as satisfying to the prick. “I never needed you to take care of myself.” Chen holds his head up high, steeling himself in as many barriers as he can build. The feline hadn’t took great care of himself and his attitude was the very reason he almost died twice now, but he had managed. He had put everything on the line but it wasn’t enough. They weren’t meant to be. 

His tongue flicks over his lower lip, arms crossed protectively over his chest. “I know you’re a dirty piece of trash, Wrath, but that’s low even for you.”

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hanbyul.

{☽} — “But they were on your trail.” Hanbyul pointed out then shrugged. She was about to cut in and give the other some pointers but shut her mouth again when she kept going. Byul wasn’t surprised to hear such things. She was part of the supernatural world, nothing much fazed her anymore. The only reaction she got from Hanbyul was a laugh. “But boy, don’t we all want to do that sometimes.” The image of several people entered her mind. Byul pushed them back. “I could tell you what has helped me in the past, but it’s not something you can be taught. It’s something you need to feel, what is the word for it… fingerspitzengefuhl.” Hanbyul grinned teasingly. 

Ariel got the feeling she would get along well with this puny little Earth girl. She had a sharp wit to her, and seemed to already be on her toes in preparation to anything. The atlantean could appreciate that, whilst she had spent most of her life rejecting the military upbringing of her family, she could appreciate anyone who just had a clear head on their shoulders and wasn’t running away from the world to hide. “Finger-what-in? Bless you? Do you need a drink? Or maybe you are just full of shit, huh?” She leans closer playfully, tapping the female on the arm like she would to her older sisters or a friend she knew for a while, not a stranger. “I can see it in your eyes.”

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mecca, I’m on tee-vee | mecca + hox

[gallaxians]

Had he…done what today?!

Hoxmarch knew that he was safe now that his alien friend had arrived. She had made the bizarre people go away. It was nearly impossible to scare a hellhound, he had heard, and frankly speaking he could not even recall the last time he was truly startled by anything, but the unfamiliarity of what happened with the Box and its tiny, aggressive folk spouting unholy (oh irony) commands at him befuddled the bejeezus out of him.

He had to go over all that he had drank and eaten that day, quickly, for a reason he did not yet understand. “Umm…Just normal stuff, I guess?” He closed his eyes and rubbed them vigorously. When they were open again, he saw little stars and sparkly circles in his vision floating around the space around him. “I found some cookies earlier. Master seems to have forgotten all about them and I was curious what sweets taste like.” Was it odd that to this day, in all these eons, he had never tried a dessert? Probably.

“Is it that? Did the cookie make the people speak?” What a dumb question. If only he knew that it was not the cookie but the cookie’s ‘secret ingredient’ that got him all high and unreasonable.

She’s double and triple checking the data she collects on him, her eyes scanning the numbers being projected before her. “I have scanned the entire internet and I have come to the conclusion-” Her smile is bright as she beams, permeating more of her floral fragrance around them as if that would help calm the hellhound down. Sometimes it worked with her handlers, maybe it would work for him as well. “That you have ingested what seems to be called a special treat. It’s illegal here - how fun!” Her hands clap together, slightly dirty from her earlier work and from butchering the television just off to the side. 

“Edibles can last several hours, you will commonly feel a sense of euphoria.” Having to constantly adapt to every person around her, the android easily slips into a more parental role. Her hands are waving next, ushering Hoxmarch to take a seat without touching him or getting too close in any way as to curb any wariness the hellhound was no doubt still feeling. “You may experience a higher heart rate which can trick your body into the state of anxiety you are experiencing. It is common and it will pass.” Shuffling around the place, Mecca makes herself at home so she can comfort her friend to the best of her ability. 

She can’t hide her excitement forever though, curiosity peaking in her as she chimes out, “Do you have any more cookies? I would like to examine them!” Being entirely cybernetic the drugs would obviously have no effect but she still wanted the experience! What did it smell like? Feel like between her enhanced finger tips? 

“You may also feel hunger! And it’s good to eat! What should I get you? I have every delivery service in the area available for you to choose from.”

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hanbyul.

“Extend the perimeters as they might, normal thermometers will continue to be rather lacking when it comes to you,” hanbyul quipped playfully as he dug around for some acetaminophen and ibuprofen he was sure he snatched along with other medications. “6000K though, that’s… something. You’re burning up but all that heat somehow stays contained within you,” he notes with childlike fascination as he gestured to the blanket that remained unsinged even when it was wrapped around Demis’ frame. “If I were exposed to a temperature like that, I would asphyxiate and die within a matter of seconds. Yet here you are, with what just seems like an old regular fever. It feels like I’m playing with death just by hanging around you when you’re ill. Amazing.”

Hanbyul’s often thrilled by things that tended towards the unseemly, but he did not let that delight distract him from the tasks he was to achieve. “I’m not entirely sure if human medicine would work on you because like our thermometers, medicines were made to be effective up till about 40 degree celsius, though many of them lose their efficacy if stored anything above 30 degrees… “ he rambles mostly to himself, processing the information to ensure that his “experiment” would yield good results. “I could give you a higher dosage, and maybe you can have it with cold water to try and cool your internal core temperature even by just a little.” And it’s only when he’s pleased with his conclusion does he remember that Demis had offered to be hospitable.

“Oh, no. It’s alright. Eating will only slow my thinking process so come, let’s get some medicine into your system,” he grins, all ready to pop the pills out of their strip before he recalls a tiny but crucial detail. “Have you eaten though?” he asks, eyes wide as he turned to the other. “It’s safer to have medicines after some food; reduces the risk of upsetting your stomach and all that. Maybe I’ll have to make some food for you.”

Although the fever leaves his head feeling slightly foggy, the celestial is still able to grasp the joke, chuckling under his breath. His smile dims, the playful light draining from his eyes even when the polite curl of his lips remain upwards. “Theoretically, that’s what my body should have done.” There was no cure for his illness, that much he knew. Demis had long given up hope, he had learned to accept that he would die a very slow and painful death - given his brother didn’t reach a whole new level of betrayal before that. The stress he carried sunk deep into his bones, making it seem as if they creak and rub together painfully with every little move he makes. In a second his eyes widen and the golden being waves his hand dismissively. “Rest assured, you are unable to catch this. It’s not some alien virus that could harm you in any way, I wouldn’t have even chanced that-”

There’s not really enough time for the alien to explain their body differences. Demis was humanoid that instilled their common ancestry from some line of the divines. If all species were aligned into a pseudo food-chain of command in the universe, Demis species would be towards the top whilst humans wouldn’t even be close. Many people didn’t think the man before them was powerful, that he could wipe the entire planet out without breaking so much as a sweat. The celestial was kind, good tempered, and never even so much raised his voice. Combine that with his often sickly frame, or when he has to wear a respirator attached to his collar, he seemed virtually harmless. Medicine was never his forte to begin with, he didn’t share the same passion for book learning like Eli or Paxiu. In the end all he can do is nod along to Hanbyul’s words, because if he hadn’t trusted the other in the first place he wouldn’t have invited him here in the first place. “Whatever you think is best.”

Now that his body is reclined and he’s not fussing about for the time being, the exhaustion is starting to sink in deep. Gold dusted lashes flutter, shaking off a layer of shimmer that rests on the high points of his cheekbones. “Mm--” He clears the tickle out of his throat, keeping a hand over his lips as he glances to the human. His brows furrow and honestly, he can’t quite remember - when was the last time he ate? He had skipped breakfast that morning with the others and had went to bed early before dinner the previous night. Absentmindedly he rubs over his stomach, not even feeling the slightest pang of hunger. “I think there is crackers in the cabinet by the fridge.” In the very empty kitchen, why he had offered to make the other some food when they had next to nothing was beside him. “I’m not really hungry though, I wouldn’t worry about it. Oh! And the glasses are above the-- You’re my guest, I should be getting this for you.” Exhaustion be damned, he would not be a bad host. By the time he’s on the end of the couch with his hands perched on the tops of his knees to push himself up, Demis is already panting for breath, the entire world spinning circles around him.

“Give - give me one second please.” 

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                               the person l o o k i n g up on TOP of thorns will be able to see through                                   the mortal worlds. in this good and evil city i will S U R V I V E with.                                                +  to be friends.     ↺   for boost.     ❤  for plotting.

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[gallaxians]

jun’ichi

It’s a sigh that tumbles from lips hidden away by a face mask when the god hears the thudding of his front door opening above him.  He knows who it is, and while he wishes he could go upstairs to greet his friend–something he never thought he would ever have–the god knows he can’t leave the body he’s already sliced open down in the morgue.

There’s a brain on the weights, a scalpel in one hand, and his other covered in just as much blood as his disposable apron tied around his waist and neck.  He tilts his head upwards, looking to where he’s sure Devin is standing as he raises his voice, calling for the younger man to come downstairs–at least to the door so Jun’ichi can greet him properly.  He’s close to finished with the body sitting on his table, but not close enough to leave it unattended–not until he can stitch it back up and put it away until the city comes to collect the body and evidence for whatever case this corpse pertains to.

“I’m with the bodies!”  The thought crosses his mind of how Devin had reacted to the first time Jun’ichi went to his front door to receive his delivery, wandering to where the boy had nearly freaked out at the sight of blood until he had explained what he did.  The boy reminded him of his own son in a way, naive, yet still mature enough to know when and how to react.

The groceries are practically spilling out of the delivery boys hands. Devin rearranges the batch, putting everything he was carrying on the nearest table. It’s not overly heavy but the parallel human is stubborn and refuses to walk back out for another round of bags when he can just carry them all at once. It was almost routine by now, Jun’ichi always seemed to be in the middle of something when he arrived, even when the young male had tried to be sneaky about it, to slip inside while the elder was taking his lunch or something, just enough time that maybe he could get some time to just talk with the other. 

It was nearly impossible.

Much more calmly than his first visit, Devin enters the room, mousing his way inside as if not to destroy that bubble of concentration. Even if the elder was the one who invited him down. If it weren’t for the fact that this was his job, the young alien could have probably slipped in and out without so much of a word. He did that with most people. This was not most people. 

“I’m starting to think you spend all your time in here,” His voice is light, carrying a slight hint of playfulness as he looks around the room with curiously bright eyes. He’s all blond and tickled pink, flushing as his gaze stops on the other. The sight of blood didn’t bother him so much now, but the smell was hard to stomach even if this wasn’t the first time. It was something he would probably never be able to get used to, death was so stale. For his people death was a beautiful transition and bodies were not to be disturbed once the soul had fled, so for this to be a common medical practice was still taking some time to wrap his head around. 

The white blond of his hair fades to a softer pink, irises matching down to the soft flecks of baby blues - still ever so curious. He wasn’t entirely sure what drew him towards the other, but these deliveries had become some of the highlight of his week. A dimple appears on his cheek as he chews at his lower lip, always trying to think of the most clever thing to say - and still all he manages to come up with is a lame, “So what are we looking at today?”

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treasure.

The yell caused Treasure to pop up into a standing position, almost going into defensive mode before realizing the boy was really just a scared pup. He decided to wait—patience would probably play the table in his favor. Treasure handled scared animals all the time, one shifter wasn’t going to change that.

His last whispered words prompted Treasure to finally spring into action, taking a care step towards the boy, his hands out in front of him. He needed to prove he wouldn’t be a threat.

“I’m… not going to hurt you,” Treasure stated calmly, taking another step forward before realizing the boy’s bare body being on display probably didn’t help comfort him. Stepping back and instead resorting to the cabinets placed on the side of the room, Treasure fumbled through them before pulling out a blanket. 

It was on the smaller side, as Treasure ( normally ) used it for animals, but it would do with acting as a cover. Turning back around, he held the blanket out, only taking a few steps forward but wanting to keep a distance between him and the other. He wasn’t actually sure if wolf shifters had a thing for lashing out and he was a bit too delicate to be able to take one on.

“I bandaged you up… I’m a doctor, if that makes you feel any better. Kind of my area of expertise,” Treasure gave a small laugh, knowing it wasn’t exactly the time for laughter. Propping back down into a squat, he leaned forward on one hand, the other extended with the blanket in possession. “Use this to cover up, please. It’ll probably make you feel better, at least a little…” Treasure trailed off.

What had happened to put the boy on guard? To make him so defensive and so scared? He swished him lips from side to side, pondering the topic in his head before figuring it wouldn’t get him anywhere.

He’s still so very hesitant and on the edge, Gunner trembling as he extends a shaky limb to take the blanket. At the very least, he had that much to be grateful for. He laid it down over himself, shielding his body from his shoulders down to his knees. It wasn’t great, but it was warmer than the harsh tile beneath him. It brought him some comfort as well, and although his mind was clouded with fear and adrenaline, the wolf knew better than to try and run, lest he injure himself more. 

Every time he thinks he’s done crying, fresh tears replace the old, streaking down his cheeks. Really, the only thing the young wolf could do was hope and pray - take this stranger, this doctor for his word - maybe then, he could leave with his life in tact. He had to be smart, had to play what he could only assume was a game. Gunner had to win. 

“Why am I still here...? He trails off, asking the silent question ‘Why haven’t you killed me yet?’ as well. Panic was still ebbing at his vision, black lines turning thicker any time he stays still for too long, his body ready to drift back into warm unconsciousness, lulling him, tempting him to let go. But if he closed his eyes, would it be the last time?

Frustrated and furious at himself, the wolf wipes harshly at his cheeks, scowling as if he were still on guard. That if they were to fight, maybe Gunner still had some sort of chance. “What do you want from me?”

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mi.

         it all happened all too quickly, and mi hated unpredictable things. only because death followed her, bad luck consumed her. her skin broke with the minimum effort. 

         she let out a weak whine, looking down at the reason she had tripped. an umbrella. one that was lying on the floor and not even laying against a wall. she really did the equivalent of tripping on your own feet and now a stain of dark red blood was starting to stain her pants. 

        she was all too weak. how did she start bleeding from t h i s ? at least it had stopped raining a few minutes ago …

        her head shot up to look at the owner of said umbrella and she hung her head low in a small bow. im sorry, she tried to convey, words not leaving her mouth at all. they never will. 

The Goddess wasn’t having the best of days. To start with, it had been pouring the moment she left work in the early hours of the morning, continuing all the way until she had left the house after lunch. It was times like this she wished she hadn’t developed a dependence on the human substance of caffeine but the coffee maker in her apartment was now broken and she needed her fix soon. It comes in the form of a hot espresso, cupped between her hands, and the world around her melting in the background as she drinks. So, she’s hardly paying attention, not noticing the girl until she’s on the ground in front of Cecily. 

“Oh dear!” She gasps, setting the mug down so she can kneel on the ground. Her dress is expensive and she’s careful not to wrinkle it, though she feels concern for this earth being, willing to push her own vanity to the side. “You’re bleeding, stay right here, sit in my spot. I’ll go ask the barista for the first aid!” 

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pestilence.

Usually, Pestilence was not really good at meeting new people. Getting in contact with someone was hard for him unless he was doing his job as a tattoo artist, which was probably the only way he really got in contact with strangers. But when the other man introduced himself, Pestilence frowned a little bit even though this frown was gone after a few seconds again.  ❝ River…that’s an unusual name. ❞  Pestilence finally said and chuckled a little bit. Who was he to judge? This man was a little weird but in a friendly manner, so why should he be rude at the other? Pestilence wasn’t all normal as well. Who else would wear heavy gloves like him inside?

❝ Ah, I don’t need much. ❞ Pestilence pointed over to the kimchi bottles.  ❝ I had no kimchi anymore. So I need that and some soy sauce. ❞  It was well visible that Pestilence was not really used to grocery shopping. He avoided it as much as possible and to avoid humans, he tried to go shopping when most people were at home.  ❝ I’ll get some more rice in the meantime and side dishes because I have eaten all. Do you think you find the soy sauce and kimchi? ❞

River, so eager to help, is bouncing on the balls of his feet as he nods his head enthusiastically. He had never really done proper grocery shopping before, normally it was just him shoving whatever looked sugary and delicious into one cart, having the palate (and energy) of a young child. “Kimchi and soy sauce!” He recites the needed ingredients back, as if he knew what either of those were. Almost a hundred years old and a majority of it spent in Asia and still he didn’t have the slightest clue. If they didn’t go into bar cocktails then he didn’t pay much mind, whilst he loved human culture all of that information was like a sensory overload. A long time ago he learned to just absorb what he needed. 

“I’ll meet you at the front in a few?” The nymph has to make sure to commit Byung’s appearance to memory; lest he get lost in the sea of people later. It’s not hard, however, the other does have a very particular look to him - even if River himself was in his onesie - it still stood out amongst the rest of the people. 

Finding the kimchi bottles and soy sauce is easy, what’s hard is figuring out which are the ones sorted to the other needs. Receiving many looks, he grabs several different kinds to set in the cart. By the time he gets to the check out area, it’s half full with excessive amounts of ramen, kimchi, and soy sauce. As well as some scattered chocolate bars and treats piled on top, River having been unable to resist. He’s already got one of the bars open, snapping off pieces to pop into his mouth, patiently waiting despite most peoples stares. 

[luredeepbye-deactivated20201216]

𝘪 𝘸𝘢𝘯𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘯𝘰𝘵𝘩𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘣𝘶𝘵 𝘴𝘪𝘭𝘦𝘯𝘤𝘦, 𝘣𝘭𝘢𝘤𝘬 𝘸𝘰𝘰𝘥𝘴, 𝘥𝘦𝘤𝘢𝘺, 𝘤𝘰𝘭𝘥 𝘸𝘪𝘯𝘥𝘴; 𝘵𝘰 𝘭𝘪𝘦 𝘵𝘸𝘪𝘴𝘵𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘯𝘥 𝘵𝘶𝘳𝘯𝘦𝘥 𝘢𝘴 𝘢 𝘴𝘦𝘳𝘱𝘦𝘯𝘵, 𝘵𝘰 𝘣𝘦 𝘪𝘯 𝘶𝘯𝘪𝘴𝘰𝘯 𝘸𝘪𝘵𝘩 𝘢 𝘥𝘺𝘪𝘯𝘨 𝘦𝘢𝘳𝘵𝘩.     –––    segovia amil

[thevampiregwi]

“Two hundred years ago!  When a country called Goryeo was about to fall, your ancestor came to see me. If he has my power, he can establish a country and become a king. Then if I help him, the next generation, and the generation after… He will make sure that they will serve me forever. So I killed everyone that was against your ancestor. And established this country. That’s what I did.”

Scholar Who Walks the Night: Indie RP