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infxonary‌:

Woohyun walked towards his car, with his hockey bag and stick still in hand. Quickly, he threw them in the backseat and gestured Eun to enter the vehicle. “Lets grab some pizza and then hit the nearest bar. First round is on me.”

hot dudes on ice skates with big sticks sounded like a good idea at the start. eun may have forgotten why he’d stopped going to woohyun’s matches, but he fucking remembers now.

“shit– ohmygod– fuckfuckfuck, what the fuck was that, is that allowed even– what.”

the girl beside him looks commiserating and amused and more than a little annoyed at his running commentary of swearing mixed with confusion. this is a lot more than he’d signed up for when he thought he was going to get free pizza. he’s broke, sue him ( please don’t, he’s broke ) – he thought he was getting a free meal but he’s also getting secondhand brain trauma from just watching woohyun play.

okay, but the free pizza thing: it’s still on, so. worth it. ( he thinks, he has no goddamn idea how this game is played but woohyun’s fans seem pretty excited. he’s making educated guesses; they probably won. he’s probably getting pizza. )

“hyun!” he waves at his friend when he sees him emerge, going down the stadium seats two step at time. he lets himself be pulled into a hug, reciprocating, and follows woohyun out into the other man’s car before he freaks out about the match in front of two teams of hockey players who’ve demonstrated with absolute certainty they’ve got what it takes it beat a man to death.

“that was fucking stressful,” he says, barely waiting for woohyun to enter the car before he hurtles straight into his rambling. “this is why i don’t come to your matches! that was a friendly match! you said! friendly! and it looked like you were trying to knock some dude’s lights out! this isn’t fuckin’ wrestling, what the fuck, i was dyin’. of stress.” he frowns, mid-gesture, reels his overblown reaction back. he’s trying to be supportive and a good friend and all that jazz. “but like,” he nudges woohyun, genuine smile on his face. “good job. you were fuckin’ ace. think u gave that guy an impromptu rhinoplasty, but y’know.” eun splays his hands out in some semblance of jazz hands. “star fucking player.”

eun leans over across the gear shift, knocking his head against woohyun’s shoulder to rest on it. “i’ll treat the pizza if you treat the beer?”

( goodbye, free pizza :( doin’ it for the friendship. )

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infxonary‌:

[ text → eun] but 🍆 is my fav emoji since like yesterday!  😭 [ text → eun] alright, i’ll stop when you stop with the daddy kink 😚 [ text → eun] well i have a match today and i thought we’ll be hanging after it.💋 [ text → eun] now that you mentioned it though - [ text → eun] you have to come to my match ! i mean it’s just a friendly match, but you haven’t come in ages dude ! 😭 [ text → eun] after it we can grab a beer or sth 🍻💗 #andapizza

[ text → woohyun ] #andapizza im in [ text → woohyun ] tbf i was NOT invited... :( [ text → woohyun ] ok ill be there u gotta treat me if u win [ text → woohyun ] u better win [ text → woohyun ] (no pressure)

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infxonary‌:

[ text → eun] i only swipe right when i see hot guys like you 😏 😘🍆 [ text → eun] don’t worry man, i got you <3 [ text → eun] and stop calling me dAdDY!!! 😠 [ text → eun] that’s just.. weird.. and kinda embarrassing …

[ text → woohyun ] u gotta stop abusin the 🍆 [ text → woohyun ] thanks hyunie <3 [ text → woohyun ] dont kinkshame me :( [ text → woohyun ] jk m backin off now [ text → woohyun ] im curious now are we still hangin later i wna see ur matches!!

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infxonary‌:

YOU MATCHED WITH @infperiwinkle !

[ text → eun ] eeUUuUnnN !?! 😅 😅 [ text → eun ] idk, i mean.. you guys set up my account? i don’t know how to change things 😅 [ text → eun ] btw - i should be asking you what the hell you’re doing here - you all denied having tinder 🤣 [ text → eun ] also, just so you know - i KNEW you lied [ text → eun ] ( we all know you’re too hot to be keeping your looks just to yourself ) 🍆 [ text → eun ] also don’t call me daddy -..-

[ text → woohyun ] lies!!! [ text → woohyun ] did we rly set it to that [ text → woohyun ] u actly swiping on dudes tho??? :) [ text → woohyun ] pls dont expose me :( [ text → woohyun ] tinder is my secret shame [ text → woohyun ] (please daddy) [ text → woohyun ] jk kinda

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> interacting with @infperiwinkle‌ !

YOU MATCHED WITH @infcherrycoke!

[ text → yalun ] do u rly wanna steal the declaration of independence [ text → yalun ] ya(a)lun-atic

( msg → eun ) well that’s a first haha ( msg → eun ) is it too ambitious?

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[ text → yalun ] the small caps haha.. a sign of disinterest.. :( [ text → yalun ] jk [ text → yalun ] i hope [ text → yalun ] i gotta say its more of a second date kinda thing yknow??? [ text → yalun ] gotta get to know u before i steal a priceless artifact & go to jail for u

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YOU MATCHED WITH @infcherrycoke!

[ text → yalun ] do u rly wna steal the declaration of independence [ text → yalun ] ya(a)lun-atic

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YOU MATCHED WITH @infperiwinkle​ !!! 

( text ) — hey so i have a question….. ( text ) — if i take you out 5 times do i get 5 songs written for and about me……

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[ text → ume ] hell yeah [ text → ume ] i’ll Raichu all the songs u want

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YOU MATCHED WITH @infxonary!

[ text → woohyun ] wOOHYUN!?!?!? [ text → woohyun ] a whole daddy on tinder [ text → woohyun ] y are u here & lookin at boys do u hv sth to tell me...

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infxonary‌:

[...]

her grip of a small blade she brought along toughened and the handle started getting hotter and hotter under her hands. in her current state, she could set the whole village on fire and not even notice.

for once in her life, minhee’s grateful her bending’s never been strong, even under the thrall of heightened emotion. using her bending will only worsen the situation, she knows, but fear sparks electric in her stomach, a build-up of unreleased flame just beneath her fingertips. it takes her a moment to still her element, a moment longer to still her heart, jack rabbiting in her chest.

“please,” she says, a half-whisper that barely causes her throat to move. “i wouldn’t come all the way here if it wasn’t true.” she can see the older man eyeing her, contemplating his hatred for the fire nation against his family’s well-being. she keeps her mouth shut, letting him draw his own conclusions.

“what d’you get outta this,” he asks, finally, snarls the question. the shard of ice doesn’t leave her throat, but he moves it back a fraction, giving her the smallest room to talk.

“i don’t,” she says, honest. “your children are young. they don’t– they don’t deserve this.”

“an’?.” and.

“my brother may need your help. someday.” it’s as much as she’s willing to admit, but she knows he’ll know what to make of this information.

baek’s face loses the animosity in it, changes into understanding and something like pity that makes her want to bend something in his face. they don’t need his pity, not this stupid waterbender who won’t listen when help is offered. all that she’s known of the other nations and their people is dredged up in the twilight, glinting off the ice knife aimed at her neck. she shouldn’t have come, for this man and his family when all they do is hate or pity, should have stayed with akane and let them–

no.

she needs to do this, has done this, come all the way here to warn the baeks because it’s what is right.

( and yet she knows she needs as much help as she can find. she’s doing this because it’s right, but also because it’s what will keep her brother safe for just an extra day, when push comes to shove. )

“get outta here,” he relents, ice melting back into water that returns to what must be a concealed water pouch in his clothes. “i’ll get my kids safe. don’ need a firebender’s help for that.”

minhee is frozen for a moment, then she scrambles away from him, turning to run back along the gully. she’s done as much as she dares to do, and now it’s up to the spirits to see it through.

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infelectric‌:

(msg to eun) maybe… (msg to eun) whats their temperament like? (msg to eun) pics? age?vaccination?

[ text → seju ] yo u were srs???? [ text → seju ] photo [ text → seju ] photo [ text → seju ] photo [ text → seju ] she’s like 5mths & still an excitable kid [ text → seju ] got all the basic vaccinations [ text → seju ] what’s ur dog like [ text → seju ] vivi right??? or do u hv more than 1

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YOU MATCHED WITH @infelectric​!

[ text → seju ] do u accept cats

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4:15PM

girls like me will joseph cook / talk too much coin / i need it johnny balik / sweetest life kwaye / church samm henshaw / arrow half•alive

3:35AM

colour me juke ross / 2 soon keshi / chilly niki / easily bruno major / long gone phum viphurit / like i need u keshi

8:30AM

comethru jeremy zucker / friendzone umi / nothing in return monsune / hunnybee unknown mortal orchestra / the list moonchild / la di da the internet

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EUN, 25, Seoul he/his, bi

musician, jammin’ my heart out (take me out & i’ll write u a song) showed u my playlists pls respond

introducing choi eun!! he’s an underground musician, on tinder just for fun/to make friends/get some validation/maybe... even... find someone...? he’ll respond real quick but take a lil while to actually start conversations, doesn’t take this whole thing too seriously but he’s trying to keep an open mind. or something. send him memes & take interest in his music for Instant Replies.

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open, spirited away!

it’s a little late in the night, cool breeze crystalising into something a little colder, a little harsher. the bathhouse is bustling with activity, patrons aching to escape the less-than-ideal temperatures and yet feng yu feels uniquely alone. it’s not an unfamiliar feeling; he’s had more than enough experience being alone, being the only. it’s silly, he wants to say, it’s been half a millennia and still he finds himself caught up in an unexpected wave of loneliness every so often. it lingers, the half-warm imprint of family, never quite enough for him to remember him past in anything more than hazy memories.

deja vu is a cruel fiend; he finds himself catching the eyes of strangers who walk past, searching for people he knows aren’t going to be in the bathhouse. attendants with bright eyes, guests whose clear laughter ring out, an aching, sour sense of familiarity that he knows to be untrue. he’s been mistaken before; his heart knows to stop hoping.

and yet.

he spots them before they do him, the way their clothes swish behind them a little too long, the easy way their steps fall into a rhythm he knows. feng yu hopes, again, crosses into a crowd across the small courtyard, picking them out against the gentle thrum of people. he catches their elbow, and finds himself speechless for a moment, overwhelmed.

“hi,” he says, stupidly, helpless hope prickling beneath his skin in anticipation.

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infxonary‌: 

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soon the followed one stopped and at first, akane could not see clearly whhat was happening. she was still too far and had to first close the gap between them and her so she could hear and see better. she snook behind the trees that were as close as possible to minhee and the strangers without akane having to risk being exposed.

her footsteps fall louder as she runs, caution giving way to urgency. the minutes whisk past her as quick as the trees; the sun will rise soon, and she knows akane will rise sooner. the soil on either side of the gully is wet and amplifies each panicked footstep, unbearably loud in the silence of the night. it takes restraint to slow herself down; she’s of no use to the baeks if she gets herself caught before she even manages to reach them.

she can hear her heart, a telltale hammer against her chest even as she quiets her footsteps, drowning out the sounds of the night. the baek residence is a little ways off from the gully, near enough to some water body without being too close to alarm the fire nation, at least for a while. long enough for them to get complacent, she thinks, and resolves not to make the same mistake.

minhee knocks on the door, two quick raps, quiet and fleeting. she waits, but no one responds, and she tries again, slower and louder this time. she hears movement, rustling of fabric and hushed, confused voices, then the door cracks open, carefully too small for anyone to enter.

“mr baek,” she says, and the words come out in a rush the moment she meets the gaze of the older man, tumbling out and cutting themselves off with each successive thought, more panicky than the first. “you need to– your children– the fire nation’s heard about their bending– the– they know, they know you’re benders– you have to leave, the fire nation military is, is here, almost here, you need to go–” minhee stops, stunned silent by the sudden shard of ice dangerously close to her carotid.

“i don’t trust you.” his tone is flat, suspicious. “even if you’re telling the truth...” he smirks, and minhee’s heart sinks to her stomach, cold and sick. “i should leave a warning for the fire nation bastards that plan on knocking.”

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infpotionseller‌:

[...]

Tonight seemed to yield not one dangerous element, but two, and Sunjin’s attention focused upon the poised character nearby. Whether they were just passing by or had truly stopped to admire the beautiful sight like himself, Sunjin wished to converse. “ Beautiful, yes ? Hard to believe it may kill you. “

feng yu finds himself drawn to the viewing pools yet again, the creatures they house exquisite and unique unlike any other. it’s one of the main attractions of the bathhouse, after all. there are often a couple of guests by the pools, marvelling at the animals that choose to surface for their pleasure, but it’s a little before lunch and everyone else must be somewhere else instead. no matter; he likes the quiet as much as the bustle, and with no one around him, feng yu doesn’t quite have to put on the airs expected of a celestial as old as himself. he’s never enjoyed having to keep people at arms’ length, much less in a language both foreign and yet oddly familiar, in a realm he’s never been to before.

he startles when the stranger speaks, and it takes him a moment to understand his words and respond. “maybe,” he agrees, lips over-enunciating each syllable. he smiles up at other man, the pool’s waters reflecting a little mischief in them, even though the rest of his posture betrays none of his childlike wonder. “beautiful things like these aren’t meant to be feared, xiao chun long. no matter how deadly.”

perhaps it’s age, perhaps it’s naiveté. it’s been many millennia, but time hardly tempers the wonders of the world for him. he knows the dragon, of course; they come from different realms but their realms are intertwined nonetheless, as they are with the mortal realm, as they are with the spirit realm they reside in now. in a few days the mortals will celebrate the spring dragon, in some part of their realm. he’s imposing in this form, taller than feng yu and features as exquisite as the creatures that the pools hold. he thinks he knows why the mortals might worship the other.

they haven’t had a formal introduction, so he makes one. “feng yu,” he starts, then turns properly to face the other. their realms might be similar but he knows they still have their differences, and he’d like to respect them, gives the spring dragon a formal bow befitting of their statuses.

“feng yu, uh,” a quick translation in his head, “greets the spring dragon. forgive me for my rudeness,” he adds, remembering the faux pas he’d made just a minute ago. he doesn’t expect the other deity to take offence, but courtesy is a must. “i meant no disrespect.”

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A-YLA

SPACE

faceclaim kim sori character name ayla pronouns she/hers age manufactured somewhere in the 800s species android, created for advent but manufactured in TEC occupation stewardess, information vessel

biography/background

the abrupt rise in popularity of the advent personal assistants was not unexpected, modelled after the eccentric but beautiful species, with a, some TEC felt, more useful store of information than the actual species. ayla was manufactured as a stewardess for the uss aquila under the service of queen celina, where she served until the year 1012.

the ship was, during the early years of the war, quickly attacked by pirates and scavengers looking for revenge and resources to fuel them. useless to the scavengers, ayla was quickly overlooked and discarded into the wasteland belt before eventually being picked up again by another ship, this one in need of her services.

the ship’s captain doesn’t seem to mind that her operating system hasn’t been updated since celina’s time, nor that she’s occasionally unable to stop her from answering a little too much or too off-topic when she glitches. as is, she’s been the ship’s trusty android since they picked her up and spends most of her time on the ship or, when they’ve docked, gathering the necessary supplies that no one on the ship will think to get. 

personality

funky lil gal, generally doesn’t think of herself as a robot, likes being seen as 'living’. most comfortable around the advent, as she’s modelled after them, but she’s been around other species enough to blend in somewhat with them. (also, owing to her massive database, can be seen as somewhat psychic like the advent, but she’s limited to existing knowledge of the past/present. think of her like a walking wikipedia, especially for the ship she’s on.)

built as a stewardess, ayla enjoys being useful, and is most content when she has a job to do, living quarters to organise and crew to care for. she’s fiercely loyal to her crew, in particular her captain.