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i play dead, it stops the hurting. i play dead and the hurting stops. it’s sometimes just like sleeping, curling up inside my private tortures. i nestle into pain, hug suffering, caress every ache.

Björk 

[kanashitto]

ɴᴏᴏɴᴀ? || ʀ & ᴇ.

        She is one of his favourites, and he doesn't have many. For he forgets too often the one's with unfamiliar faces and facial features that seem to blend in with the crowd that surrounds them. But not her, he never forgets her. The one with honey waves and a smile that he deemed could light up the night sky on empty midnights. She is the one who does things in a different manner, the way she holds herself is poised and much too perfect to be real; but she is. And he adores it, finds that every single molecule of her being creates an even greater picture of what she is. It's strange, feeling this way towards another has never been quite common for him. It makes him wonder if this is what his father once always talked about, a sense of belonging, a sense of family. 

        Did she consider him family, too? 

        His steps are light and he feels brighter than usual, the apparent hum resonating from his chest whirs to life in an attempt to keep up with the upbeat rhythm of his feet. He feels tingly, like electricity is running through his wires and he's buzzing, a large smile plastered on his face as he continues on. 

        Even though the sun is setting and the world is slowly turning dark, it doesn't take much for him to scope out the other. She had given him careful instructions; go here and turn here. The movie theatre is just to the left, I'll be waiting outside for you, okay? And he had spent the whole night remembering these words by heart, feeling as if this were the first time someone was to truly take him out and to have fun. It simply made it all the better because he was doing it with her. 

        "Noona," He calls out, watching as her attention shifts from one thing to another before finally resting on his frame. "Did you wait long?" He beams, finally stopping just in front of her as he stares down at her familiar features. Pausing for a moment to let his gaze scan over the expanse of her face, he can't help but notice the undeniable beauty she holds-- and the rather large height gap between the two. "You look pretty. How're you doing? Did you miss me?" He grins a little, nudging at her gently. 

[sehunniez]

Sehun - die jungs ; <3

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{ ✖︎ ]

[technopathdarchive]

   But just as soon as it starts it’s over. Kikwang is done and withdraws because he doesn’t want to talk about what he’s seen or felt without making sure that Ryuu is okay first and foremost. There are questions on the tip of his tongue that it seems he might not ever get to ask because Ryuu is up again before he even gains the chance to check whether he’d done the right thing. No hint of trauma or shock. Nothing to indicate that he was in serious trouble only moments before. Gone is the pleading voice and desperate cry for help and it’s replaced with such quick detachment that Kikwang actually feels concerned.

    He who compartmentalizes everything into roped off sections of his mind so that he doesn’t have to remember or think about them. He who would rather laugh off near death experiences and bad luck than own up to his own emotions. If he’s concerned then there is cause. He hardly ever spares the effort onto anyone he isn’t deeply connected to, and even then it’s out of obligation or friendship rather than any real desire to know.

    “Is that it? Almost shut yourself down and I save you, and I get a quick thank you and then you walk off as if I didn’t just keep you from winding up in the scrap heap? Wow. No explanation, no nothing?” He’s a little aggressive in his approach. He’s not so much annoyed about not being lauded a hero or put up on a pedastal. His irritation sits in his curiosity not being sated. A ‘thank you’ doesn’t suffice when he’s seen too much and there’s no explanation to go behind it. He recalls Ryuu’s words only moments ago. Carefully questioning the presence of blood and a man that Kikwang didn’t know meeting a gruesome end. Or at least that’s the image he gained while getting Ryuu back up and running. 

     Perhaps it’s much too painful to talk about. He knows that some memories should stay buried in the darker places of the mind. But he would rather hear that than nothing at all. It’s an insult, direct or not. Even if he’s being just a bit sensitive about the entire thing. He’s allowed a question or two though. His ego says so.

[kanashitto]

        The world around him still seems to spin, with every blink he finds himself a step closer to coming apart once again. But the facade he is able to put up shows anything but-- pristine and immaculate, despite the obvious tremor of fear that rolls under his skin and threatens to suffocate him in a blinding blanket of black. But for the first time since he's been able to open his eyes, he is thankful for the fact that he isn't quite human. The front he shows not only keeps others out but it keeps himself out, too. He believes that maybe, if he tries hard enough, he won't have to come face to face with the horrifying truth that he is broken and dying. He doesn't want to let go. 

        Though the apparent ring of Kik's voice that cuts through his thoughts has him tensing ever so slightly, a high raised tone of voice and an angry look that begins to tug at his features is enough for Ryuu to know that the other wasn't happy with him. And he felt sorry, a strange sense of what others called guilt began to curl around the pits of his stomach and he had to swallow back the lump that was beginning to form in his throat. Lifting his gaze to finally rest upon the other, Ryuu gives a tilt of his head before speaking.

        "I'm sorry." And it's all he knows as far as apologies can go, but despite his lack of response he is sincere, and he hopes the other can detect that much. His head tingles at the thought of the male tinkering around in his mind, weaving through wires and ghosting his fingertips along the edges of his data base. "You saw everything, I'm sure." His voice is clear when he speaks, but he sometimes wishes that it wasn't. Wishes that he can hide and not face the reality of the world that seems to be hitting him hard lately.

        Eyes falling downcast to the floor as he shakes his head, he lifts a hand to run his fingers through the soft locks of platinum atop his head before letting his fringe fall across his eyes. "There's nothing to tell, I'm abandoned and broken. I don't know where they took him and I don't know why he threw me out. But you saw what you saw, and I'm here. What else is there for you to learn?" He tries his best to act cold and distant, much like he had seen many people portraying on certain occasions, but the hollows of his chest feel much too empty for it to be true. And he was built with too much compassion, his emotional disguise failing miserably as he feels his eyes begin to water. 

        Lifting a hand to wipe at his eyes with the soft fabric of his sleeve, Ryuu gives a disgruntled noise of annoyance; the last time he had cried he couldn't stop for hours. "I forget memories and glitch out sometimes, then the world turns black. That was... the first time I had experienced something like that. I'm sorry." He murmurs, and he's not sure why he's repeating the same words over and over again-- but something in the back of his mind is telling him to, and he was never one to dismiss the natural nature of his instincts. 

[shoujoromance]

[kanashitto]

sᴏʀʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏʀʀʏ || ʀ & ᴄ.

[oclydeplania-deactivated2014123]

        Clyde is sick again. But not ill, no. Sick of company. Sick of talking. Sick of thinking. He’s been like this for a while, his agitation of a mind causing him to be more impatient than he originally is. He couldn’t help it, it seems, and it bothers him that he doesn’t have a tight grip on himself like he used to. Today is one of those days where he wants to be alone, but alone in a crowd. Others always deem it lonely when you’re amongst others but still feel alone — to Clyde, it’s safety. A security blanket, at times, when he doesn’t want to socialize but experiences it anyway by hearing and seeing it; observing everything without direct contact. It’s nice, and rather comforting. 

        The noise blocks out everything long enough for him to focus on nothing.

        The mall is a wonderful place for such a plot line, so Clyde found himself there late one afternoon to stick himself in a crowd and pretend to matter. He will pretend to exist for a purpose, when all he truly wants is to disappear. Though, this is quite like a disappearing act, since he was lost amongst the many bodies present surrounding him. No one notices Clyde, and for just a moment, the man finds that utterly heartbreaking. It is what he wants, right? Right.

        That is, it would be what he wants if it actually happened.

        Glancing up after his grey eyes had been staring at nothing in particular in front of him, Clyde’s gaze travels further upwards than he originally thought after realizing this person’s — a boy — height. He rivals Clyde’s own, if anything, and that’s rather interesting. Though, the politeness yet bluntness of the other’s inquiry causes a spark of annoyance in him. He’s being noticed. “What’s it to you?” 

        The response is rude, he knows. He always knows, but he does it anyway. The grey-eyed male hopes it’s enough to hurt the boy and drive him away, but Clyde is stunned when the boy just — stays there. His gaze ends up morphing into a glare, before an eyebrow raises on his features. “… Biological mutation. I would have had brown eyes, but grey is much more alluring, no?” His tone dips into a sarcastic zone, signalling the annoyance level rising in the man. “You got your answer, kid. Now, do us both a favour, and leave me alone.”

[kanashitto]

        Ryuu notices the sharpness of the other mans words, oblivious to the human body and how emotions truly worked, racing through the veins of another-- therefor only earning a tilt of his head in response. The tone of voice projected at him only makes him all the more curious, and without thinking he lifts his finger up to brush the soft fringe of blonde away from his eyes, wondering if he could one day find someone to change his eye colour too. Indigo, maybe. He likes indigo. 

        "Grey is more alluring," He speaks up once more, and he wants to take a seat in front of the other to simply question him further; but the resonating voice of his father in the back of his mind tells him to stay where he is. "Most humans have very dull eye colours, brown and blue and green--" He continues, listing off the number of people he's seen with each type of colour residing in their irises. And he can count how many people in the crowded area around them have brown, and how many have blue-- but he stops himself. "I wouldn't be doing myself a favour. I don't think I can do that, it seems a little strange." He responds simply, curious and much too oblivious for the world. 

        "My name is Ryuu," He nods once, finding it only necessary to introduce himself seeing as though he had, of course, approached the other male first. "And I'm not a child. What's your name?" There is a hum that resonates from the hollows of his chest when he speaks, and he suddenly feels empty. So empty that he's willing to do what it takes to have someone to sit by him and simply speak to him, whether or not they like it. "May I take a seat?" He asks, the question itself holds no ties; he has no intention of listening to a 'yes' or a 'no', but he gestures towards the chair anyway and waits for a reply in hopes that he isn't coming off as rude.  

[whirlwinds-o]

[kanashitto]

sᴏʀʀʏ ɴᴏᴛ sᴏʀʀʏ || ʀ & ᴄ.

        It's one of those days, the times when Ryuu finds himself at a loss of what to do and where to go. His memory seems to have failed him again and he can't help but feel strange and hollow-- the odd emotion of what humans call 'empty'. It makes him wonder if he'll ever be able to truly taste humanity, maybe one day he won't flicker on and off and completely shut down for good. Though the thought of that seems to be much more appealing with his current state of mind-- he knows when the time comes and his world falls black; he'll regret it. 

        So naturally, being so simple minded with a one way street thinking process, he does the only thing that really cheers him up when the world decides to rain down on him. He walks. It's a strange habit, but he's been walking for as long as he could remember. He walks every day, back and fourth from his errands back to his apartment complex. Walks from the cafe down the street to the mall half way across the city. He's always been walking; he finds it clears his mind. And he likes watching, observing the world around him and noticing the strangers that pass by him when he does. Watching the humans around him makes him feel more human than he really is, and it helps feed the curiosity. But sometimes he does tend to get a little side tracked, bending down to ask a little child what they're eating or, "Why are your shoes lighting up like that?" 

        Today he's walking himself to the mall, idly making his way around the area and counting the cold tiled floors underneath his feet as he takes each step. He eyes unknown looking fabrics that hang from store mannequins and can't help but stop in his tracks-- again-- when he sees the pink fluff swirling around in a piece of machinery he's not seen before. He buys a bag of the cloud, a little shocked and overjoyed when he tastes it and finds it rather sweet. 

        He's sitting in the food court with a tray full of a million assorted boxes that he's managed to buy from each food stand. Anything catching his attention is on his plate and he doesn't think once about wasting it. Picking at noodles that the humans called 'stir fry' he can't help but make a face; he can stir fries at home. Repeatedly stabbing the fork into his food until it turns to mush, the android doesn't seem to notice as his eyes start to wander. 

        There are women with children and baby strollers strewn about, old men sitting on their own and teenagers who look at him a little funny. But it seems everyone has their own world to live in; and he finds a man with a world he wants to be apart of. The stranger is tall, even when he's seated anyone could clearly tell-- dark brown hair and eyes a shade of grey Ryuu has never quite seen before. And it intrigues him to no end. 

        The curiosity is once more at it's highest peak, and he finds himself absentmindedly making his way towards the other-- had his feet always controlled themselves like this? Disregarding the inordinate amount of food he's left behind, Ryuu takes rather confident steps towards the other before he's just meters away. Stopping in his tracks to reassess the situation, he isn't quite sure what he wants and he isn't quite sure how the stranger will react. But this doesn't seem to set him back in the slightest, slower steps steadily bringing the boy closer and closer to the other. 

        "Excuse me, sir," His father has always told him it was polite to address others as such-- emphasis on the 'excuse me'. "Why do your eyes look like that?" 

[palxmpsest]

Fly away, fly away ❃ Ryuu & Quinn

Bass rumbled from antiquated speakers, a low hum that punctured the still air of stagnant greenery. The night was still young in when measured to most standards, a near infant that grew within minutes as time dragged onward. To Quinn, however, hour mattered little when faced with overwhelming mental snapshots of civilizations long past, of a history not her own. A city constructed from bones of enemies slain. Buildings formed in the likeness of an unknown sovereign. Creatures long extinct. To even intimate such a circumstance was anything but overwhelming would’ve been a laughable overstatement. It was what brought her out, brushes clasped within slender fists and paper spread across solid ground.

With time entrapped in immeasurable seconds it remained unknown the length at which she had remained enmeshed within kaleidoscope points far faded, surfacing as an unnatural itch sprang into sharp awareness. Saffron focused suddenly, pulled from haunting inspiration to scan nature’s abrupt reticence. The source came in the form of a flash of silvery-blonde somewhere in the foliage. “Anyone out there?” A daft inquiry but one made nonetheless, wind rising to stroke goosebumps across ivory flesh and heighten insecure senses. Fingers gripped once innocent tools as weapons as she stilled entirely, for whatever could come next. Her bite was worse than her bark and if some malicious force was out there it would soon comprehend as much.

[kanashitto]

        He was out often, always making his way from place to place on feet. It gave him all of the time in the world to stop and think, stop and poke and prod-- curious eyes scanning across anything and everything. He was always moving, never having enough time to simply sit. But on the rare occasion that something completely out of the ordinary would catch his eye; Ryuu's feet would come to an abrupt halt. 

        And it seemed today of all days, something had managed to grab at his attention for more than 5 minutes. He couldn't remember how long he had been standing still for; eyes fixated on the work of art that was blooming to life just a few metres away. The sun always came and gone as it pleased; and Ryuu never quite felt any need to pay much attention to it. Though, the sudden flicker of noise piercing through his thoughts brought him back to life. Blinking back the blurred lines of his vision, he straightened his back as a tinge of pink splotched the apples of his cheeks. A soft whirring came from the hollows of his chest, and he noticed the beautiful lady with facial features of a goddess looking around in his direction. Had she been calling out to him? 

        He was unsure of what to do then, fingers clenching and unclenching as he sunk his teeth into his lower lip. Hesitating for another beat of silence, he finally stepped forward from his so called 'hiding spot' where he had been watching the other for god knows how long. Lifting a hand in the air to wave impishly at the other, a small smile tugged at the corners of his lips. 

        "Hi, I was just-- admiring. You're very pretty." And with most occasions that arise, the first words that come out of his mouths are the first bold statements he can think of.  

[kanashitto]

"I tried cooking something earlier today... I don't think I'll have an apartment to come home to tonight." 

[oclydeplania-deactivated2014123]

{ 'leaves a "ship me" here and wibbles off. }

Send “Ship me!” and mun shall answer between the muses on—

Who cooks normally?:

Clyde. Clyde. Clyde. He does not trust Ryuu in the kitchen at-freaking-all. By himself, at least. Clyde finds it endearing when Ryuu is genuinely curious as to how he makes eggs to stir-fry so perfectly, and attempts to help. So, Clyde ft. Ryuu?

How often do they fight?:

It’s not necessarily fighting, just frustration on Clyde’s end? His patience is not something to be played with, but with Ryuu, the boy sometimes doesn’t know when to decipher when Clyde is in a good mood or not. Clyde would end up hissing “Ryuu, please, shut up.” and Ryuu just sort of— “I— oh. Okay. I’m sorry.” ( Clyde would apologize within the hour. )

What do they do when they’re away from each other?:

Ryuu would text like there’s no tomorrow, constantly spamming Clyde’s phone. Clyde would respond whenever he can, but gets frustrated since his phone would actually start freezing due to the influx of texts. Clyde would end up screeching in caps: “JUST CALL ME!!!!!!!”

Nicknames for each other?:

"Annoying little brat." ( "I’m not little!" says Ryuu, and he compares their height and Clyde just grumbles and pulls his cheek or something— ) Ryuu probably won’t come up with anything for Clyde; he genuinely likes the man’s name a lot, and enjoys to say it. 

Who is more likely to pay for dinner?:

Clyde.

Who steals the covers at night?:

Considering the fact Ryuu doesn’t necessarily sleep, this is a neither-neither type thing. If the covers slip off, Clyde knows Ryuu would be right there to place everything back normally.

What would they get each other for gifts?:

I have a feeling Ryuu would be very, very spontaneous with his gifts. “This reminded me of you, look, Clyde, look!” and it’s the absolute most random things. Clyde would be confused, and ask for an explanation, but once getting it — it’ll be really cute. Meanwhile, Clyde would think ( probably stress ) about it, since Ryuu would love anything Clyde gets for him. He just wants to make it more special, I guess?

Who remembers things?:

Ryuu has the advantage with his database/storage unit here, so I’d choose him. But Clyde also will remember things easily about Ryuu, and say it from time to time. 

Who cusses more?:

Clyde, for sure— But he doesn’t like cursing around Ryuu, if he’s honest. Clyde likes Ryuu being his natural, curious self. The image of a cursing Ryuu just doesn’t settle well with Clyde. ( He’d get the shock of his life when he eventually does hear it, though— )

What would they do if the other one was hurt?:

Clyde would freak the hell out but Ryuu would be just fine during the situation, making Clyde freak out even more cause— “You’re not supposed to turn your arm like that, holy shit, doesn’t it hurt?!” Though, if Clyde got hurt in return, Ryuu would fuss endlessly but end up doing well in healing/helping.

Who kissed who first?:

Why do I have a feeling this would be Ryuu, out of pure curiosity one day? “Clyde?” “Yes?” “I’m going to do something and I’m not sure if it’ll be a good something, but let me do it anyway?” “Ryuu, what are you talking about——mmph…!” 

Who made the first move?:

Ryuu, probably unknowingly since he copied the action from a drama/couple he saw in public. Clyde would reciprocate, or try to repeat it, mumbling something like “This is how you ask someone out, you rascal…”

Who started the relationship?:

Unknowingly, I bet the both of them. Clyde would ask the official status of them though, and Ryuu would almost be offended. “Weren’t we always together?” “No, I meant— Officially.” “Officially? What do you—?” “Are you my boyfriend?” “I— oh. I— … Do you want me to be?” “… Tsk.”

[oclydeplania-deactivated2014123]

      In celebration of 200+ followers in only 22 days as of today, 23/08/2014, I’d like to say that’s such an impressive amount of people that followed Clyde & I, his mun ;u; I want to thank every single one of you that has made my short experience with one of my most successful muses so memorable — and here is to a billion more memories as every day passes!

      Just wanted to take some time and appreciate the roleplayers that significantly impacted me: whether it be by their writing that has or hasn’t directly involved my muse, their character in general, or simply because I know both mun and muse and they can never be replaced in my heart. Thank you so much for being absolutely incredible in every single way — and don’t stop what you’re doing, because you’re perfect at it!

      To the ones that inspired, motivated, and moved me, this is for you. 

♛ — admiration ; adoration ; attraction .

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[sehunniez]

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[kanashitto]

[sms]: if i asked you to be my alarm clock, will you? [sms]: also DO NOT DROP THE SOUP, especially if someone's behind you--

[ to: tae ] i have no objections to being an alarm clock. i do not sleep, so it would be an easy task. and if you don’t wake up i’ll sit on you and flatten you out a little.

[ to: tae ] why what happens when i drop the soap?

[ to: tae ] WHAT HAPPENS WHEN I DROP THE SOAP?

[kanashitto]

⚠

⚠ - An emergency text

[ to: tae ] i’m lost.

[ to: tae ] please donate to the cause and come pick me up.

[ to: tae ] in a car, preferably. 

[ to: tae ] there is an old man looking at me strange and he is coming at me.

[ to: tae ] he’s holding someone and i don’t know what it is.

[ to: tae ] something *** 

[ to: tae ] it was a bar of soup.

[ to: tae ] soap ***

[ to: tae ] please come pick me up before he makes me drop the bar of soup. i heard that saying from someone before and i hope i’m using it correctly. 

[ to: tae ] soap ***