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@hulijxng
So my keyboard didn't work and I'm not awesome enough to write using my phone BUT I got myself a new keyboard so I'm back to annoy y'all. But I also would want to interact with all of you so please don't fear approaching me ;; or if you are too shy, press the lil heart so I slide into your dms, even if it's only to chat. I need plots and friends OTL.
If you find me to be INTIMIDATING in any way, anonymously send along ☠ with the reasons why.
ofhearted·:
there’s a low hiss leaving his lips, head quickly raising to glance at the creature before him, expression still blank as always —– there were lack of emotions within him &&. that he can easily display, therefore he is always hidden from others &&. their unnecessary judgement. ❛ that information is not relevant to you. ❜ voice was monotonous &&. low, hand coming to comb through his dark locks as he’d avoid the others gaze ( he could hear how unpleased xiu was &&. quite honestly he didn’t really care )
he could be resting, he should be resting, but instead hands reach for his laptop, holding it carefully as they pull it towards his chest before taking a seat on the edge of the bed. ❛ there is nothing you could do with that information and therefore i won’t give it to you. ❜ for someone who showed no feelings he could be quite persistant. head comes to tilt to the side, sighing softly as he watched the screen take it’s time loading —– it felt like forever : to be alone again, to embrace the comfort that silence brought, to imagine having another soul like his, but instead he’s stuck with the other.
❛ i’ll bring you a toy next time. ❜
❛ MUST you be so insufferable? ❜ It’s a little miracle with lots of questions of which answer he deprives to anyone brave enough to voice it But how could the prideful fox subject himself to the torture of a company that irritated the nerves and woke up the storm of ill temper? The fall was in the question itself: Pride,,, and the undeniable curiosity he felt. Just how could a human be so lonely and devoid of warm without going crazy? What was the reason?
(( He was also curious as to what it would take to twist that face in agony. ))
There was nothing like learning it first hand. And if he got to know more about the famous technology at the same time, then all the better. It was obvious, however, that the accomplishment would take LOTS OF TIME. Annoying indeed but the fox was compromised ; something he has not been for a long time.
❛ Mh, I’m pretty sure my toy just arrived though? ❜ He taps taps taps with his nails the injury again, then the device ( ‘laptop’ memory provides ). Curiously enough, Xiu remains quiet when the man works, letting his eyes take whatever process is made for future questioning Or well, that’s how it normally goes Today was no normal day. ❛ You know I could easily fuck this up for you? And all of your little tools. ❜ A warning. Loud && Clear.
Today the reynard wants A T T E N T I O N.
bloody , murderous & psychotic couples who love killing people for the thrill and make out with bloody lips and high five each other by the mountains of dead bodies they made . fuckyeah ? give me this crazy shit . serial killer couples . vampire couples . dark romeo & juliet couples . modern au persephone & hades couples . couples who compete to see who kills the most or the most gruesome . give me gore . give me bloodshed . GIVE IT TO ME !
hyejvng·:
“me? insecure? m’not.” she huffs, shaking her head. she was. would she tell him though? no. not like she trusted him or anything, anyways. plus, what was the deal of her getting a guardian angel out of nowhere and now she was just putting the puzzle pieces together to figure out why. she didn’t know, but maybe she’d uncover it soon. or maybe there was an option where she’d never find out, forget about it, and just suck up the fact that he was her guardian angel. god. but why? heavens? if she ever met this heavens person (whoever this person was. or… whatever they were, whatever it was) then she’d want to ask about it. did she have to get someone so god damn rude? then again, sure she was rude as well, but weren’t guardian angels supposed to protect?
she huffs. “why can’t my simple mind know that?” she raises an eyebrow, rubbing her arm. hyejung continues to walk, heading over to the library. “i mean, if y’wanna be with me when i read some more stuff about what i study in school..” she mumbles, rolling her eyes. “i won’t notice yet i feel your presence, so. i know you’re there. maybe we can try talkin’ for once. a nice conversation.”
Heavens help him, of all the people in the world, why did he have to be with A CHILD? Surely he was not charged with the simple task of PROTECTION&&OBSERVATION ?? She was a HUMAN, just what kind of danger would she need protection from that required a HIGH CREATURE like himself? ( Sigh. ) No case in questioning when it would only bring negativeness into an already bad mood, not when the answers were never to come. A fact that he learned to accept with a variation of failed attempts that left only a burned forest down. Fate, Gods && Stars aligned for them to meet with no explanation and they can only trust what’s not in their hands to happen. So the fox closes his eyes, takes a deep breathe, and listens to the blabbery of a kid with knowledge so limited to what exists behind, in && beyond her realm that wounds the patience.
❛ B E C A U S E. ❜ Great, he sounds like a child too. How could HE be reduced to a low level of attitude so fast? Maybe humans did have a power: the one of reducing any kind of tolerance down to zero. ❛ Because. ❜ He starts again, more calm even if by pretence. ❛ You can’t even know what will happen in the next minute. HOW can you know what will happen during the rest of the day? ❜ A conversation. Interesting proposal for two being that apparently only knew how to bicker. He can try if only for an opportunity of a peaceful time. ❛ Sure. About what? ❜
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he’s a revered child, strongest of the bunch, their best hunt dog; his father and the other adults never did hold back on their tongues, singing delighted praises because children are easy to please like that. but they aren’t wrong. he did destroy their empire all by himself, didn’t he? electricity crackles in the air as the stunt gun spring launches towards him. a clever choice, honestly, they can’t have him bleeding everywhere now can they? however, he didn’t survive their many encounters and not learn some shit. he ducks and throws one of his daggers, lodging it in his attacker’s thigh. he goes down with a roar and his companions look on in surprise; seol’s been practicing to expand his range and it seems pretty successful. the other dagger deconstructs and wraps itself around seol’s knuckles, spikes and hardens. good. he launches for the captor closest to him and punches him square in the face. it’s smooth and he has all three of them writhing on the floor when reinforcement arrives which, honestly, rude and just how desperate are they to capture him? the four officers are obviously more apt at handling mutants, or perhaps, just jung seol. it’s getting more than a little dangerous; what he has is not enough to handle four officers but any more blood is going to tip him off the edge. and he does end up going past his limits because it’s unfair is what it is and within the first three minutes, seol’s focus slips for just a moment and then there’s a stunt gun surging right at him. fuck. ( @hulijxng !! )
The fox had been o b s e r v i n g the scene unfold from a higher point, careful to go unnoticed by any participant of what seemed to be an attempt to CAPTURE the fragile looking thing that had been punished by forces beyond this realm to suffer ; to fight&&fail for a better future. A misfortune of a life since many lives before and many more to come— - Xian would know better than anyone, after all, has he not be the witness of their last breath every time it was shared?
As the years passed by, he learned to accept to not mingle, let fate do its thing, play out as it should for NOTHING would change the outcome of that particular soul struggling for another day more. That’s what he planned on doing this time too: To just watch && let be. . . But it has been too long and his own wicked soul CRIED OUT for the vague familiarity, the pull of ‘it’s mean to be’ , his own misfortune , his soulmate.
He was there before he knew it, too close and in the way of danger. It was his natural instinct taking care then : when he made them lost their way, running to chase an illusion far away from there. By the time that was done Xian knew he had been seen by the last person he should had revealed himself to. And by the time the realization hit, his own self refused to leave.
Time to improvise then.
❝ … Why, hello there, needed a helping hand? ❞
What is your animal familiar?
Polar Bear
The Polar Bear is a very mysterious, powerful, yet strikingly graceful Arctic predator, and its power is often told of in many Inuit legends and myths. It is said to be strongly in-tune with spiritual matters. Its snow white fur is used to blend into the ice, then strike prey without warning. Similar to the Polar Bear, you have a tendency to keep to the shadows, staying quiet and secluded. However, inside you have an impressive personality, that can greatly surprise others when you get the chance to just be yourself.
A Polar Bear familiar encourages their master to follow their heart, protects their soul, and are a great companion for protection or combat.
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REMEMBER FROM TWO EYES
THAT USE TO BE ONE UNIVERSE
THE INFINITY OF STARS
THAT FELL FROM IT
CROSS OVER THE RIVER OF DREAMS ( X )
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gccdheavcns·:
yuma hums in confusion before her smile widens into a grin. and now she’s GIGGLING profusely. “ ah, i’m sorry ! i had a song in my head. what’s wrong ? ”
Ah, a song. Of more modern creation to the ones he’s used to, surely. Is little things like that the telltale of just HOW MUCH contact he had lost with the current society. ❝ … Nothing. ❞ He says, not willing to explain. ❝ Why don’t you show me the song? ❞
YOU . ARE . LOVED !
this is a post of appreciation for all my mutuals !
i recently hit a solid rock bottom. not in the loud and obvious way, but more just within myself and i felt depression creep up on me again. it’s been a rough month for me and i wanted to say thank you to those who’ve been there for me and talked me through everything! you deserve all my support and appreciation. i don’t know where we’d all be without each other. i owe you my heart, those of you who reacted when i needed you to. i’ve never needed others as much as i do now, and it’s the most wonderful thing to know that even though we don’t talk on the daily, you guys are still out there knowing when to react, when to act. looking out for me and each other!
though what has helped me the most might be realising that i’m not the only one out there, who can feel lost, drained, exhausted, empty. who can feel so alone. and honestly i just wanna tell anyone reading this that you aren’t alone. you are loved and precious. people care about you and worry about your well being. the world is so big and full of possibilities. we can’t ignore the ugly side of life, especially not us who are sitting in the chair of despair. but remember that those flowers you thought had been killed by the winter, they will appear again when spring comes around. i know that it’s not the decision to keep living and start making a change that’s difficult.. it’s having to get up in the morning and make that decision every single day from then on. but i believe in you. i believe that you can do this, you can get up from that pitch black hole you’ve fallen into. though it may feel like a lot of people are only there to observe you, someone will come along and borrow you their ladder. take it. let them help you. there’s no shame in being helped, or asking for help. there’s so much life you have yet to live, there are so many ways to live it too. this life you always imagine yourself living, this person you always imagine yourself being… you can’t achieve all that if you’re not here. you can’t help others if you’re not here. so please stay, and it’s okay if you can’t love yourself right now. but remember that loving yourself is not some kind of luxury you can’t afford. it’s achievable. do yourself a favour and stop understimating yourself. you are capable of so much and i have faith in you. tell someone about your struggles, never be ashamed to tell others that you aren’t happy. it’s okay to not be okay. people worrying about you isn’t a bad thing; it just means that they care for you and love you. let them!
you are loved and important. if you ever feel alone, remember that you aren’t, and you can always come to me. do not hesitate to reach out and ask for help!
i’m tagging everyone bc i want you all to know that you aren’t forgotten about, you’re in my thoughts and you are loved.
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ofhearted·:
it’s unsual of junheo to take so long , especially if he’s out on a mission . it’s one of the few things he rushes just to crawl back into the dark comfort of his home . in a blink of the devil he rushes in his apartment , his figure resting against the door frame as the male shuts his eyes &&. lets himself catch his breath .
eyes open moments later , stepping in quietly as he shuts the door before him , taking notice of the golden tint that slowly faded against the walls of the hall ; there could only be one person lingering in his personal space ———- doesn’t take long until junheo’s already in the room , not bothering to eye the other as he begun to search for the first aid kit as he gripped his arm tightly , ignoring the pain &&. the sound of stolen snacks being eaten .
already gone out of the messy bedroom , rushing in the room next to his desk to aid himself . a few groans that escape him are loud enough to let the fox acknowledge his pain but he’ll act like it’s nothing ( because it really is ) &&. he’s back , ligature tightly wrapped on his left forearm as his features show a blank expression . ❛ curious of you to be here so soon , did you miss me ? ❜
It is the blood that he senses first, and then there’s footsteps. The man is i n j u r e d ; when they come into view subtlety ceases to exist, expressions of PAIN giving away the reality of his situation to anyone with good eyes. His curiosity is naturally picked and the ears on top of his head twitch at the sounds, salt tinted lips wiped clean, chips abandoned on the bed to rise from the comfortable position almost regretfully. The fox can not deny the a t t r a c t i o n to all of it: the messy ordeal of an wound.
— ‘did you miss me’ ?
He wants to laugh but instead throws a DIRTY GLARE to the infuriated face devoid of emotions, poking at the arm menacingly to see it change to whatever. ❝ where have you been? ❞ The question does not hide the feelings of impatience && annoyance. Xiu almost seemed like a child who has been left alone with no toys— - an accurate comparison in a sense.
It wasn’t as if he didn’t have more things to do, it was more than he didn’t WANT to do anything else. This was the source of entertainment he had chosen. He was not going anywhere else any time soon.
❝ And who did that to you? ❞
taken from the book ‘ the gay science ’ by friedrich nietzsche
❛ their whole nature fails to persuade ❜ ❛ they have never remained silence about any of their good deeds ❜ ❛ he always carries a biscuit for cerberus ❜ ❛ either we have no dreams or our dreams are interesting ❜ ❛ let those who have ears, hear ❜ ❛ before the effect one believes in different causes than one does afterward ❜ ❛ anyone with a very loud voice is almost incapable of thinking subtleties ❜ ❛ the purpose of punishment is to improve those who punish ❜ ❛ the sacrificial animal does not share the spectators’ ideas about sacrifice ❜ ❛ our eyes are also intended for hearing ❜ ❛ the mistrustful speak empathetically ❜ ❛ how can one constantly admire without constantly feeling contempt? ❜ ❛ is that not a blasphemy against your ideal? ❜ ❛ in applause there is always a kind of noise ❜ ❛ they are running away from people ❜ ❛ one hears only those questions for which one is able to find answers ❜ ❛ they know how to make things simpler than they are ❜ ❛ this is by all means a matter of taste, nothing more ❜ ❛ i’d sooner have people steal from me than be surrounded by scarecrows & hungry looks ❜ ❛ thoughts are the shadows of our feelings ❜ ❛ all voices sound different in solitude ❜ ❛ who has had the most convincing eloquence so far? ❜ ❛ i spoil the taste of their party for everyone ❜ ❛ some people need open enemies ❜ ❛ they are in a bad way ❜ ❛ we are always only in our own company ❜ ❛ in a moment they will be ready with a lie ❜ ❛ in the end one finds more than one might have wished ❜ ❛ why not be defeated some time too? ❜ ❛ all is lost if we fall ❜ ❛ you have no idea what you are living through ❜ ❛ to have a virtue one must really wish to have it in its most brutal form ❜ ❛ happiness is not nearly so contagious a disease ❜ ❛ even one’s thoughts cannot reproduce entirely in words ❜ ❛ there is no selflessness in my soul ❜ ❛ you are beyond all embarrassment ❜ ❛ i do not want to have people imitate my example ❜ ❛ no victor believes in chance ❜ ❛ what we do is never understood ❜ ❛ those who have greatness are cruel to their virtues ❜ ❛ with a great goal one is superior even to justice ❜ ❛ you shall become the person you are ❜ ❛ what do you love in others? ❜ ❛ i still live, i still think ❜ ❛ we were friends and have become estranged ❜ ❛ few people have faith in themselves ❜ ❛ there is yet another world to be discovered — and more than one ❜ ❛ at the very bottom of my soul i feel grateful to all my misery ❜ ❛ i have given a name to my pain ❜ ❛ one must learn to love ❜
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the grip on him is tight and the smile stretched across the human’s lips speaks of faux kindness. there’s a tinkle in his eyes that sora doesn’t quite fancy. he shakes his head once more, harder and tries to yank his arm out, to leave them. they seem to surround him, anchoring their little circle around him. he yanks harder, hugging the package closer to himself. he needs to run an errand, can’t they get a clue? before he can do anything else he hears a sigh, then an unfamiliar voice. heads snap towards the voice all at once. the grip grows lax enough that sora can pull free. this is prime time to get away, he knows, but he’s curious as to who spoke up. the siren doesn’t remember being with anyone, so who’s claiming that? the stranger who grabbed him turns back and asks, “ that true? you with him? ” sora stares at the newcomer then back to the stranger. shakes his head. i’m not with anyone. this elicits a laugh from their circle. sora takes a step back, focusing back at the newcomer. “ no need for you here then. pretty boys should just fuck off. ” one of the other guys speak up, stepping closer to the newcomer. it doesn’t look so good. “ unless you’re interested to have some fun too? ” sora takes another step back but is grabbed again, his efforts to get away while they’re distracted thawed.
It was very tempting to leave it there, abandon the creature for his stupidity was beyond the fox patience ; but the humans around them were disgustingly low even inside their own species and the spirit refused to let them lay A SINGLE FINGER MORE on the confused being that had unknowingly called for him. A high mighty pride that would not be wounded by pitiful blabbering && a pathetic try of intimidation reinforced the sentiment, marking the final choice above all. Xiu wanted them G O N E before they could damage their already foul destiny by playing with fire.
❝ The only FUN I’m getting is the one of freeing myself of your ugly faces. ❞
He gives a SWEET SMILE that doesn’t reach the eyes, arms surrounding the harassed boy in a cold embrace as unknown visions start to play, clouding the minds of the humans with a reality UNTRUE for anyone but them. Xiu cannot help himself to stay to watch a little bit more the result of his work as fear settles inside them. Sadly, this is not a show to enjoy with company that most likely wanted to run, so with a snap of his fingers, they are both gone from there, bringing into the forest a new visitor.
❝ Don’t be afraid. ❞
I Want The K (Sora)
get your kisses ✦ // accepting !! 16. upside-down kiss
they’re at a bar, quaint and quiet with personal bustle mostly confined to the tables themselves. there’s something else similar to this, a club, xiu had mentioned, where humans stick back to chest, where music thrums through their veins and everything one sees is lighted up briefly by the neon light sparkling by. it sounds overwhelming to say the least. still, sora had wanted to drink, wanted to indulge in this alcohol thing the humans so fancy. he’s only ever seen the empty bottles that float out to sea. fragile browns and greens that sparkle only when the light hits it at a certain angle, at a certain time of the day. so here they are, at a bar in town, a table for themselves tucked in the back of the bar, further away from the others. it’s comfortable, especially after sora’s had a taste of some variations xiu’s ordered for them. he feels relaxed, loose limb and hazy minded but still tight lipped, the horrors engraved too deep into him. fingers dance around the table, picking up different glasses to bring to plump lips and the siren sips.
at some point, xiu leaves to get them something more, or at least he assumes that’s what it is, sora doesn’t know, too enraptured by the alcohol spread out over their table. all he knows is that one moment xiu’s there opposite him, sipping at his own glass, watching sora and then the next, the seat opposite him is empty. he sets the empty glass down, blinks once, twice before head is swinging round to try to catch sight of xiu. which, bad idea because he can almost feel his brain sloshing around in his skull and it’s weird. feels like he’s underwater. weird. maybe he’s had enough. the fox had told him to alert him when sora felt weird after all, maybe this is his cue. “ xiu, xiu, xiu, ” it’s more breath than syllabus, his voice barely there at all because he’s afraid, so afraid and would always be perhaps but a part of him thinks that calling out for the fox would bring him back soon, soon, sooner. maybe it’s his voice, maybe it’s just how the two of them are, in tune at some level but xiu does appear out the corner of the siren’s eyes. at the sight, sora breaks into a lax smile, giddy, eyes disappearing into crescents and makes grabby hands for the fox. xiu strides just that bit faster to get to the drunken boy. “ what’s wrong? ” he asks but there’s nothing wrong, nothing wrong, he just wanted the fox near. right, right, that’s all isn’t it? sora rests the back of his head against the back of the posh chair, looking straight up at the fox who looks down at him. closer, closer. his right arm stretches up, gestures for the fox to lean down and then curls itself into the wisps of hair at the base of the fox’s neck. pulls him down, down, down. hooded eyes blink, once, twice, thrice. xiu leverage one arm on sora’s shoulder.
their lips meet and sora’s nose rubs against xiu’s chin briefly. it’s a soft peck and then sora guides the fox upwards again, separating them. he can only spy the column of xiu’s neck, can’t see his eyes from their current position but his lips are still right there, still so tempting, so he goes for another peck, soft, brief before angling himself towards the side, towards the other’s ear like he’s grown accustomed to in public. the free hand cups over his mouth and then he says, quiet, quiet, terrified of his magic, “ i think i feel weird. it’s like i’m underwater, xiu. ”
