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@malificvs

His crimson hues slowly darted over the other, letting Chanyeol’s words sink into the deepest parts of his darkened soul. “If you truly want to cleanse your eyes with my form Chanyeol– You know how the saying goes. . “ Taking small little steps towards the other, both the same height, Kris stood just close enough to make anyone uncomfortable with his presence. Many seemed to be intimidated by his form, his persona but Chanyeol seemed comfortable which captured his interest on the Wizard who now stood in front. Kris said a phrase in french to make his point across to the other.

“ ‘Si vous jouez avec le feu vous aurez brûlé’—If you play with fire, you’ll get burned.” Lips curling up into a smile, a facial expression he rarely makes with anyone. “I am happy to know I flatter you as much as you do me. And I am most certain the dark skies envy it, there’s no doubt about that. But tell me, usually most would either view me as an unapproachable being yet you think different of me. Why is that?”

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chanyeol crosses his arms, a calm smile still on his face even as the other approaches. he can feel the cold coming off from him and on to his own skin, almost like a dying disease desperate to infect another creature. but chanyeol is unlike other people, the things he have seen and met are ones that he keeps to himself but the monstrosity of those memories have hardened chanyeol to the point where he loves the unnatural. it made him feel like he’s not alone in this world.

“ ah, have I ever told you how I loved your french? “ he mimics the smile, turning his head at the man’s words--a warning? chanyeol laughs, he has always been bad at following warnings. “ because you are different. “ he states matter-of-factly, “ your difference compared to the dull regularity of rest of the world makes my life a little bit more interesting. and I have enough power to protect myself from whatever harm that may come, but I doubt I have to use it any time soon. at least, I sure hope so. “ the wizard shifts the weight between his leg, standing a little straighter, leaning in closer to the other. “ and I did say I absolutely love your eyes, did I not? is that not reason enough, my sweet? “

#obscvrite #the boy speaks back * )#(( laugh ikr some things are just hard to spell :'D #also im laughing at yeol's excuse im sorry its so weird hahahaha #and thank you for reblogging my promo earlier! i appreciate it <3 ))

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The face he was met with was an unfamiliar one and embarrassment is quick to settle in, cheeks flushing to be evidence of that, he had the wrong person. However, it was the reaction he received that spurred him to play it off as if he had meant those bold words to a stranger, for him to take him home. He had expected to be greeted with the face of an old friend, and there was slight disappointment when he was wrong. He could potentially blame the time spent away from Seoul that there were fresh faces, old ones, and some of them blurred together.

It didn’t mean he couldn’t play and make a new one, he could be quite sadistic sometimes. And after all, he had a long day at the office and if he couldn’t have been met with an old friend, he could make a new one.

“No one could honestly do me any harm, I can assure you that.” He quirks an eyebrow, arms folding across his chest as he had stepped up towards the taller male. “I’m actually um, lost. That’s why I’m asking. Are you the type to take kidneys to sell them? Maybe that’s why you even suggested such a thing..”

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the reply he receives leaves a quirked eyebrow and and a skeptical grin on the man’s face. he hadn’t heard of anyone being able to do so in such a casual tone. the stranger reminds him of someone, though he cannot quiet place who it is, and chanyeol concludes that this stranger is interesting enough to let his time sink in their interaction. the skeptical grin he wore turns into one that stretches across his face to reveal perfectly aligned pearly teeth, amusement playing in his eyes.

“ really? no one? have you met people who could? “ it was a genuine question from chanyeol’s end, he has no intention of starting a fight or an argument though his curiosity tend to end things in a less than pleasant manner. he had always been a pacifist, sitting on the end of peace rather than fuelling a war that could lead to losses (experience bred fear in him). “ I believe if you are lost you would have taken to your device or the police to take you home, no? “ he continues, glancing down at the male. “ and perhaps yelling such demands to strangers could lead you further from your home. as for your last question, kidneys are disgusting. I go for the brain, it is such an intriguing organ. “ he grins.

“ -- but anyway. “ the wizard breaks away from the topic, analysing the male in front of him. “ you did say you are lost. do you need help pointing in the right direction? “

#ashxkm #the boy speaks back * )#(( i almost missed this hahaha #im so glad i scrolled through my dash #and pls excuse yeol he's just weird B( ))

malificvs-blog

mistaken features *

hykatsu

( ボンド ) ➝ there is a storm brewing in his ribcage and the unease bleeds out of his fingertips like the smoke emerging from the cracks in his lungs. he drifts between the pathways of the city recounting the times he has seen them with his mouth covered and color in his palms. it’s the chasm in his history what he thinks about when there is too much light bothering his eyesight. it doesn’t take to him, much; it’s the nonexistence that makes him callous towards his chances. he draws a blank, and when he thinks on it again he fills it with few names, one of them beginning with c and concluded with prospects.

though he has no siblings, he could call him brother; he could call him companion and anoint him with the subject of friend. there were more than a hundred arteries pumping in this city and one of them leads to a place where he supposed a fairytale could breathe. he wouldn’t admit it, but he would want to trap the purity and bring it with him in his chest. it’s his feet which he looks at now, sneakers making no scuffing sound against the concrete sidewalks. he wants chanyeol to think that he was too severely independent to be fastened to the comfort of his couch. he tries to keep him at a distance; two feet per hour, a retreat ready on his steps in case he’s breached.

because he met him on the street. they always meet on the street. katsu could say that he was one. but he sometimes wondered where chanyeol wanted to get at through him. except that; katsu thinks chanyeol rather liked the view, so katsu felt more like a boulevard rather than a highway. so he slows down at his place with not much of an excuse, only that he was there and he had told him he could drop by. katsu tuts and holds onto the fleeting disregard he has for his presence and steps through the doorway as though he had done it a thousand times before.

it’s not much but he clears his throat, drops his bag, prepares for the game he usually presents him with but he stops cold at an unfamiliar name. Dan? “it’s katsu, dumbass,” though he quiets immediately at the onslaught of heat and disdain. he feels his lids dropping to a narrow, mostly at a complete loss at the reaction. there’s a feeling like something cold, and sharp, and unwanted. but he says instead, “What the fuck, ‘yeol. I just got here. If you’re mad then go kick the wall or some other shit but don’t peg it on me.”

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the words he hears that land on his eardrums only throws him in an even bigger disarray than before. what was it they say... mistake? chanyeol hardly make mistakes, not since he was young when he mistook the herb for poison and almost killed his own mother when he wanted to heal her sickly body. no, that clueless and helpless chanyeol is no more. he is a reserved man who happen to have magic and wisdom than even the oldest of beings could hold. and yet, how could he be so stupid to lash out on the person that he held dear most?

the clouds swirling in his mind that twists his thoughts begin to disperse when the soft chants a spell leave his dried lips, an aid to decipher what was real and what was not and to let his feet be planted strong against reality. so he sees him. no, not dan, but a man of similar stature and a personality so detesting yet oddly charming that chanyeol can never find a dull moment when the two are together. a hand runs through a tangled mess of jet black strands hoping to collect his mind in that one movement, the regret of the words spoken and shot at the innocent male who perhaps only seek his company pooling in his mind. chanyeol sighs.

“ k-katsu-- “ he repeats the name, voice broken and sagging, the emotion intensified by the liquor pulsing through his body too heavy for him to carry. suddenly he feels his own body losing strength and he stumbles back, a hand reaching out behind him to grab at his counter for support, landing on a stool that he almost misses. “ fuck, could you have at least knocked before you entered? “ the wizard turns his body from the boy, hiding the shameful state he’s in. he is pitiful and he doesn’t want to be looked at. he needs to be alone, away from any form of socialisation because this is the only day he can be him, to mourn his family and shed the persona of that stupid eccentric wizard.

chanyeol’s gaze falls to the concoction on his desk next to his bottles of beer with some of his illusion potions, purple dust trailing the wooden board of his counter. realisation sinks in too late, and the regret that had pooled begin to overflow in his mind and out through his eyes. no wonder. “ what do you want? “ he hisses, his tone deep and threatening, unlike the gentleness the young boy was probably used to. irritation line the creases on his face, the tears that had been rolling down his skin dried and left as a remnant of his miseries. “ tonight’s not a good night, okay? so get out before I make you. “

#hykatsu #mistaken features * )#the boy speaks back * )#(( AYYEEE SORRY FOR THE LATE REPLY BAB #PLS FORGIVE ME #he's so emo #cuddle yeol for me will ya katsu-chan ))

musingmemes

‘start an argument’ starters

“ what in the world is this!? ”

“ i thought i was clear! ”

“ this is why we can’t have nice things! ”

“ do you understand the damage you’ve done here!? ”

“ there’s no coming back from this, ever! ”

“ get away from me! ”

“ i can’t believe you would do this to me! ”

“ i’m not talking about this ANY more. ”

“ i can’t believe you lied to me… again! ”

“ no! just leave me alone! ”

“ i’ve never been more angry at you in my entire life! ”

“ did you seriously think this would be okay? ”

“ forget it! ”

“ i can’t even look at you right now! ”

“ i think you should go. ”

“ i can’t believe you’d do this to me…”

“ you were flirting with them! ”

“ was it worth it? ”

“ i can’t do this anymore! ”

“ you need to pull yourself together. ”

“ i don’t believe you. ”

“ how am i supposed to trust you now? ”

#games are for children * )#(( feel free to send one in!#i'll get to replying after i get home today :D ))

high tide *

<< a bubbling potion ordered by @lighthousehan >>

chanyeol wouldn’t have remembered about the order of the binding of his research book if it weren’t for the reminder that came to him in the form of a light buzz from his phone. he was in the middle of writing something, another failure of an experiment, when he felt the device buzz on the table and pull him out of his trance. chanyeol pulls his glasses away from his face to read the notification and lets a smile tug on the corners of his lips at the delighted news of getting his book at the most intriguing of places (though not as nice as his shop, of course). a lighthouse, if he recalls correctly.

his trip there was made short by the aid of his broom, gliding through the wind and the magic that felt like a soft buzz against his skin and on his face. the excitement in his bloodstream to see the house only sped him up, eager to meet the young man that lived in such an interesting building. he wonders if he possess the spark in his eyes were bright and whether the eagerness to see, to learn and to know was one that chanyeol can never tire himself off. he wants to get there soon and see what it’s like, maybe this is a journey to make a new friend.

the view of the light house enters his vision and his already too wide of a grin stretches even further, revealing pearly whites in the bask of the sun and competing for the brightness that could light up the world best. the landing was a little rough, he admits, but the thought of meeting the man and getting his book had taken too big of a part in his brain to worry about a perfect landing. he leans his broom against the wall, knocking eagerly on the door in front of him.

“ mr... han?” he begins, unsure, “ I have arrived to pick up my order, as informed from my text. are you present? “ he finishes and tries his best to hide the giddiness in his voice.

#lighthousehan #high tide * )#the boy speaks back * )#(( i hope this is okay!!#i cant tag you on the post for some reason I'm not quite sure why ):#let me know if you want me to change anything! ))#q'd

projecture-blog

to whom it may concern;

it was cold. extremely so. cold. cold. cold. cold anyway, i’m not talking about it was cold they put me in a fridge-like (?) room fridge, like that time where umma would put my drawings i can’t talk much they deleted my memories… altered that much i remember that much i think i remember

am i who i think i am?

#the search * )#boost ! * )#(( give this ho some lovin' y'all #she is very great writer and fun to bully A+++ ))

kiauraly

chanyeol x allure korea.

#the visage from the deep * )#current * )

announce !

hello there, this is the mun of this dumb wizard speaking! I am here to announce that if there are people interested in plotting or even just start random interactions with chanyeol, do not be afraid to tag him in a starter or send an ask! with that being said, I understand that there are many of you who are shy (just like me tbh), so if you would like a starter or plot please like this post and I will slide into tumblr IM for a simple chat to get to know your muse. I also have a plot page set up for chanyeol over here so please feel free to read through that and claim a relationship or plot that might suit your character!

thank you very much for reading and I hope our muses can interact in the future! ;)

#plot call #krp #indie krp #krp oc #krp lit #out of magic ! * )

mistaken features *

a bubbling potion ordered by @hykatsu

it was supposed to be a relaxing day for chanyeol. one where he was to finish his latest batch of orders ( healing potion, poison, duds -- he had reminded himself ) and get the rest of the day off. but he had almost forgotten what day it was, and even after two hundred years it’s hard for him to forget the family he loved dying, burned at the stake by foolish creatures, and be rewarded with curse for trying to save them. what is he to do for the rest of the many lives he is to live without his family? it is a curse he tried so hard to break but still stuck to him no matter the method. he had wished and seek for death but it never came; every day is a day where he hope that one day he would be reunited with his beloved family. he wanted this all to end.

and he drinks another.

the thrum of his dosed drink swims through his veins and around his body, clouding his mind of proper judgement and staining eyes with red from tears that seem to come in infinite amount. it condemns the man to grief that loved to play with him and drive his mind up to another state of craze, perhaps never to be found again. with his sanity impaired, brown eyes land on a man; slim tall tanned, familiar characteristics of a person he hasn’t seen in, well, hundreds of years.

a gasp leaves him, dirtied hand trailing to his face and covering the features out of pure disbelief. “ dan? “ he mutters, sitting up from his stool and knocking it down to the ground, long awkward limbs stumbling desperately to his brother that has arrived at his store. his hands reaches out to him but he stops himself, brows furrowed, reminded of the drink twisting his mind. “ you’re... you’re not real. “ the disbelief in his voice morphed into anger, wrath that haven’t taken hold of him in so long. “ what are you doing here? “ he yells at what he thought was a hallucination, hissing and spitting words drenched in venom. “ do you think it’s funny to torture me like this? to throw me into a hell trapped by my own mind? leave my home this instance! “

#hykatsu #mistaken features * )#the boy speaks back * )#(( hoi!! i hope this is okay!!!!#let me know if you want me to change anything ^ D ^#and let the brobro begin B^] ))

"Take me home!"

<< shout at my muse and see their reaction : accepting >>

“ I’m… sorry? “ chanyeol turns to the voice that had called for him, a suspicious brow quirking at the demand from the stranger. although surprised, he is amused that they were brave enough to utter such a command, at him no less. the wizard chuckles at his antic, shaking his head in disbelief. “ I believe you have your own two sets of feet there, stranger. it would be best if you use it and get yourself home instead of asking a stranger, no? “ he rests his hand on his hips, grinning. “ after all, you don’t know how dangerous asking such a thing to a stranger. they could plan on taking you home–sell your kidneys, even. you wouldn’t want that happening, oh no no no. “

#ashxkm #querie no more * }#(( aaaAA i hope this is okay!#feel free to reply :D ))

"You’re a complete moron!"

<< shout at my muse and see their reaction : accepting >>

“ oh? and what makes you say that? “ chanyeol chuckles as he lifts the dead bird from the ground, inspecting its feathers carefully. it would have been good if the blood from the fall hadn’t stained its beautiful feathers, but from what he can see it’s still salvageable. “ are you calling me a moron because I am, hmmm, different? “ he wraps the dead bird in a newspaper from his bag, carefully, and places it into it without trying to ruin anymore of its feathers. “ because you are afraid? if so, then I see no good outcome from you calling the person who happen to be different and can do a whole lot of bad things a moron, no? ”

#liarliaronfire #querie no more * }#blood tw #(( sweats #i hope this is ok!#feel free to use this as a starter :D ))

Shout at my muse to see how they respond:

"I shouldn’t be in love with you!"

"It’s not fair!"

"I could kill you right now!"

"Knock it off!"

"Screw you!"

"You’re a complete moron!"

"I love this song!"

"Bring that here!"

"I hate you!"

"I’m pissed off!"

"Make me!"

"I wish you’d never been born!"

"I bought ice cream!"

"Kiss my ass!"

"Shut up!"

"I can’t do it anymore!"

"Take me home!"

"Just kiss me already!

"I can't be in love with you!"

"I can't believe this!"

"Piss off!"

"I wish things were that simple!"

"I love you!"

"Jump off a bridge!"

"You’re so hot!"

#games that shan't be played * )#(( feel free to send some and I'll reply tomorrow morning! ))

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@malificvs

Watching the other do his usual magical routine, a grin creased at the edge of his lip eyeing the puff of smoke in the air disappearing quickly. Kris’s attention wandered back to Jongin now as his delicate hand pushed the small bowl to the side. “Do not worry, you’ll get it soon. I just hope your concoction of magic here won’t make me disappear and throw me into another layer in time.” He murmured softly, giving off a faint chuckle after. “I find it flattering how you seem to be concern or curious of my whereabouts, I , have been around.” pale fingers swirled in the air in a circular motion, the grin never leaving his lips.

“My eyes are always beautiful it brings out the sin in me. You definitely know your way with words with me, don’t you?” moving away from the counter and roamed behind jongin to check the shop where a few bottles lay out with materials and ingredients. Grabbing a jar filled with what appeared to be dirt, taking a sniff at it, Kris’s nose scrunched in distaste from the foul odor. “uff! that’s an interesting scent. . , want to know what I missed most, is the way your face glows to my presence. And probably the way your hair seems to change colors, blonde suits you well.” He said placing the jar back in its place.

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“ don’t worry, I’m pretty sure that’s impossible even with my magic. “ chanyeol tilts his head in his hand while listening to the male intently. “ well why wouldn’t I be? if I could I would love to cleanse my eyes in your form everyday. I swear your face is sculpted by the most pure of magic. “ he chuckles, letting a toothy grin spread across his features.

the wizard had to resist himself from reaching out to hold those beautiful gems in his hand, opting instead to straighten himself and nodding at the other’s words. “ not as well as you do, but I have my moments. “ he confesses and lets his gaze follow the male through his shop. he doesn’t know why but the presence of the man lets him feel a sort of calm that he hadn't felt in a long time and welcomes the feeling with open arms.

amusement replaces the nostalgia that has taken place in his mind, watching the man with careful eyes. chanyeol opens his mouth to warn him of the jar he had in his hand (fieces--a mix of horse and cow fieces, in fact) but he was too late. “ ah, your words flatter me once more kris. “ he replies to hold the laughter in, running a hand through his strands of blonde hair upon the compliment. “ and your jet black hair never cease to wow me. it’s such a wonderful colour, I bet the night skies are jealous of it. “

#obscvrite #the boy speaks back * )#(( honestly me too #and im facepalming @ yeol for keeping fieces #i had to search how to spell fieces #it was terrible ))

have you ever met a wizard? no, none of

that harry potter bullshit. but rather a

unique wizard. one that has lived for

hundreds of years thanks to the curse that

clings on to him, along with the face morphed

by magic. perhaps it’s time for you to visit

the man of many faces yourself ?

<< welcome, let me take your order >>

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to whom it may concern;

it was cold. extremely so. cold. cold. cold. cold anyway, i’m not talking about it was cold they put me in a fridge-like (?) room fridge, like that time where umma would put my drawings i can’t talk much they deleted my memories… altered that much i remember that much i think i remember

am i who i think i am?

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hykatsu

❝ If they pronounce your name like a curse then you might as well teach their mouths how to taste a growing hell.

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