undesired revelations

once our fingers brush, the excitement starts. don't push away from me.

[mhecho]

mhjaehyung​:

jaehyung didn’t exactly enjoy his work so to say. it was just a job and it got him money and that was all he really cared about. though sure, sometimes the conversations could be interesting and you certainly met some interesting characters working in a bar mostly visited by villains. though, as a villain hotspot that also meant that there tended to be a lot of spirits of villains hanging around whenever jae showed up as well and that could be less than ideal as most of them didn’t like being dead. 

usually jae ignored them and just didn’t even acknowledge they were there in the first place. but one particularly grumpy spirit had been bothering him for a drink for about half an hour now and jaehyung was slowly losing her nerve. he’d done a good job of ignoring him so far, but the moment that the guy threatened to possess him to get himself a drink, that was that. no more mister nice guy. 

“listen here, jackass. you even think about possessing me, then i will materialise your ass right here right now in that chair just so i can kick it back to where you came,” he growled out, eyes darkening as what other people could only see was an empty stool. “am i perfectly understood? don’t even try me.” while he couldn’t really do much to fight against possession, he could certainly try and prevent it by beating up the spirit threatening him. 

but then a new voice caught his attention and he turned, studying the second guy for a moment. living. which was good. “you have no idea,” he groaned, rubbing the back of his neck with a hand as he sighed, “what you drinking?” 

it takes a lot for sejun to be genuinely fazed by something that isn’t related or triggers his alter ego in any way. he’s seen and touched enough quirks to have a good grasp on what to expect; or so he thinks, up until he’s tuned in enough of the conversation (that seems to be happening at the moment, as one-sided as it seems visually) to comprehend what was going on. wait, did he hear that correctl--

he doesn’t answer him for a second, attention momentarily shifted towards the seat resting unoccupied beside him. his brain conjures up two potential scenarios: the bartender is either mental or he’s sitting beside someone with a possession quirk.... while sporting a permanent invisibility mutation. he nods to himself, appeased by his own conclusions, thumb absentmindedly rubbing along his jaw as he thought over his order. “you know what?” he grins, leaning back against the stool. “i’m feeling adventurous. surprise me.” 

he shouldn’t really pry further into business that isn’t his, but this is park sejun we’re talking about, and he doesn’t hold back when it comes to personal matters that manage to catch his attention. he may have drawn his own conclusion earlier, but the obvious vexation in the bartender’s earlier tone leaves an itch on him that he’s tempted to scratch. “doing a reenactment of an argument you had fifteen minutes ago?” he questions in feigned nonchalance, chin perched upon his knuckles; a playful lilt to his tone after. “that stool’s a little too red for my liking, too.”

[mhecho]

mhxkenta​:

violence, blood, emetophobia tw

for a moment he thought he had done something. for a moment he felt pride in himself over having been clever enough to outsmart a villain. and maybe that wasn’t wrong, maybe he did indeed outsmart the other, and that was exactly why he got the reaction from the other that he did. kenta, whimpering from the pain in his thigh could do nothing to stop his own body from approaching, even less so now that he had rendered himself immobile. greatly doubting the tail trick was going to work again, he didn’t even have time to consider pulling before the knife was forcibly removed sending kenta into new levels of pain as a burning warmth spread from the wound he had induced himself.

seeing the sheer amount of rage on his own face was terrifying to kenta who never thought such emotions capable of being present within him. never thought that his face even could make such an expression. for a moment he couldn’t help but think that this was what a villain would look like after all. receiving complaints on the stab wound, he unintentionally scoffed, glance hardening as he responded back in japanese “it’s not my fault villain scum can’t go get treated normally.” alas, he did not actually dare utter such words in a language that would make him comprehended by the other.

it all happens in a flash. in one moment he’s about a millisecond away from piercing his weapon into his skin with no thoughts on any potential repercussions, and the next his eyes are burning with tears and he lost all feeling in his right leg. the change disorients him as much as it did the first time, hissing as he squeezes the dagger in between his fingers and struggles to regain his vision. 

by the time the fog clears, he’s met with the sight of the kid making an absolute run for it, not once looking back. his hand clutching upon the dagger lifts and makes the decision of aggressively launching the weapon at the general direction of the runaway, but of fucking course it doesn’t make far -- simply lands itself upon cold asphalt with a loud clank instead of through the disappearing figure’s body. his frustration materializes in the form of a loud curse and a yank of his hair. he let a fucking child outsmart him. a child. he couldn’t express how outraged he is from the predicament even if he tried.

the aggressive pumps of adrenaline that still courses through his veins might be the reason why he could still find the energy in him to stand; and why the immense risk that come with allowing the spurts of blood to continuously pour out of his thigh has yet to settle in his mind. he limps forward to pick up his dagger, while his other, cleaner hand fishes for a device in his back pocket. spots color his vision the longer he keeps himself moving, but he refuses to stop. he doesn’t stop until he’s bent over and curled his fingers around the slippery hilt, dragging blunt nails across the rocky surface painfully in the process of looking for it amidst his fucked eyesight.

he stares on with a vacant expression once he’s straightened his back, thumb pressing upon the button of the communication device that delivers details of his whereabouts to his association. he starts moving again, this time to reach for his discarded mask by the unconscious hero. his steps are slow, staggered. each step costs him a portion of his eyesight and excruciating pain that shoots down his leg, each coming stronger than the last. 

he picks it up eventually; lets the mask dangle alongside his stained knife between his fingers. he gathers what remnants of energy he has left to brush his fingers across the hero’s shoulder and release some anger onto him with a weak metallic punch to his face before he loses all consciousness and collapses onto the ground in a mess of blood.

once he’s able to find that child again, he’ll have no doubts in making him pay.

[mhecho]

mhachilles​:

“aww well you’ll have to find some other idiot to get some quick cash off of you, won’t you.” a sickly-sweet smile on his face before dropping away as if it were never there. bonhwa knew he was being watched by the stranger, observed. it wasn’t the most pleasant feeling in the world but at this point he was using to it. when your body was literally covered in gold it was hard for people to not stare at you. right now, though he wasn’t in the mood to get recognized. though it was unlikely. who really cared about a random ex-hero?

the next few comments have him scoffing though, eyes rolling up into his head as he looks at the guy with a small shrug. “you watch me give one poor kid some cash and suddenly you think i’m a hero? that sounds like your own fucking problem. only an asshole doesn’t help up some down on their luck kids.”

“well i’ve never given a shit about what’s popular.” a lie. how much of his childhood and adolescence had been spent making sure he was the best? that everyone knew who he was and loved him? and now he tried to keep a low profile simply because it made the job easier.

the heel of his right foot tapped against the pavement for a moment, a nervous tick from childhood. mind racing with if he should say anything at all and if he did how much. it would be smarter to avoid the topic completely but bonhwa’s impulse control and critical thinking skills had died a few years before sadly. “heroes are all only fighting for their own agendas and i don’t like that kind of shit. so yeah, i guess a good way of putting it is that i’m not all that fond of heroes.”

there it is. the lack of brain-to-mouth filter that the ex-hero was notorious of having back in his golden days. there’s no doubt about it -- as the conversation goes, the more of his suspicions are confirmed. it indeed is achilles. what form of luck did he gain to come across a splendid quirk owned by a past hero out on a random weekday? a part of him doesn’t mind that he’s offering himself to be thrown into an invidious position. it’s not always that you’d come across someone so easily vexed, and sejun figures he has enough time on his schedule to try and push his luck. 

“i don’t know if i’d enjoy leeching off a lesser idiot than you, but i suppose beggars can’t be choosers.” he retorts, barely holding back the amused smirk that tugs at his tiers. “you’re not one to hold back from insulting someone, are you? my point still stands. giving -- well, throwing someone money when they literally just attempted to rob you seemed like a heroic deed done to me. a regular person would’ve opted for the nearest police station instead.” 

he tilts his head. his opinion on heroes surprise him. he reckons that might’ve contributed to his resignation, in some way or another. “is that so?” he hums conversationally. “that’s surprising, coming out of the mouth of someone who used to hold that exact title. i guess the unfortunate by-product of fame and recognition is the crushing realization that heroes aren’t as selfless as they all claim to be. i’m sure you had an agenda yourself, while pursuing that career.” 

[mhecho]

mhmingyu​:

he isn’t sure what today will bring him, mingyu doesn’t know where he’ll be going today anyway, he is never the type to plan out his weekends, much less days in advance. he simply goes along with the flow, letting the world direct him wherever he needed to go. somedays, he ends up somewhere exciting, with promises of new adventures. other days, he comes back to his shared dorm room with nothing much, except for himself and his loss of motivation for the next day. but that’s just mingyu being dramatic.

taking out his phone to change the song as well as to check whether there’s anything interesting online for him to take a look at nearby, mingyu pays no mind to the stranger that’s effectively closing in on him. he’s pretty good at ignoring his surroundings for his own benefit, although this doesn’t seem to stop the stranger from pursuing him.

the next thing he knew, mingyu is faced with a man he doesn’t recognise, eyes twinkling with some form of curiosity that mingyu doesn’t know how to address. the nerves of speaking with someone new started to spike up, but he keeps it at bay to the best of his ability as he lets his earphones dangle over his neck and stares up at the man, blinking.

“you said you have a question?” he repeats, unsure of what that question would be. did he drop something? did this man drop something and mingyu accidentally stepped on it, and is now looking for revenge? he doesn’t breathe, hasn’t been for years, but he can somehow sense that his breath would have halted at this point in time. “is it something so important that you stopped me, a total stranger, on the way to his destination?” he didn’t mean to sound rude, it just slips up when he gets a little nervous. “you’re not… trying to sell me something, right?”

sejun supposes it’ll be natural for the guy to be cautious of him approaching so abruptly, and he should’ve put more tact into it -- but his body moved before he could so much as plan out a script for conversation. he was about to slip of his fingers, and he isn’t about to let him disappear that easily. now that he’s stood in front of him, he can analyze his appearance -- giving him a quick once over. he’s young. probably a student.

such an assumption provokes a laugh out of him, regardless. the insolence doesn’t deter him. “i already did,” is what he answers instead, tucking his thumbs into his pockets habitually as he observes the latter. “i sold you my attention.” the seconds of pause allows him to reassess his thoughts; fishing for any information on the stranger’s quirk that he’s gained after bumping shoulders with him. he’s unable to copy it -- that much he’s already established by far. it’s permanent. the longer his gaze lingers, the more that he notices that his skin is almost flawless, save for the bruise earlier that’s now nonexistent. 

“do you have some form of cell activation quirk?” he pries rather unabashedly, leaning over with an amiable smile tugged upon his lips. “we were in the same bus and i happened to notice you heal a bruise on your arm, in the matter of seconds.” he motions towards his arm in question with a quick cock of his head. “and it piqued my interest. it’s remarkable.” 

[exo-stentialism]

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[mhecho]

mhxkenta​:

violence tw

no. he had to do something, no matter what. while he still had even the smallest chance of a turnaround. three minutes left, he thought to himself, or maybe even less. it was all a matter of how he spent that time. the guy evidently having no control of kenta’s tails, a body part that he himself was obviously lacking, the teen managed to grab hold of one of them and pulled with as much strength as he could muster to throw off the assailant. his hand still clutching the knife for dear life was shaking as he used his fist around the hilt to push away the other. maybe one minute remained as he, with all his might, jammed the knife into the thigh of the villain’s body. a sharp pain that made tears appear in his eyes and a scream leave his mouth filled him, but he had to make sure that the villain couldn’t pursue him once they changed back.

time is ticking, and his patience is wearing thin. how long does the effects go on for? they’re both completely at mercy underneath this curse -- sense of foreboding dangling dangerously as the power recklessly shifts between them. the seconds tick by as he plans out the next move, but the expression worn by the other using his face proves to be an incredibly, fucking distracting feat -- having no where to look but the fear daubed over his own visage. it’s awfully eerie; provokes emotions of his own that disturbs his concentration.

his perturbed thoughts prove to be his own demise as the other acts out before he could react -- one rough yank over the tail (that he has completely forgotten existed, to his dismay) and he’s sent barreling back onto asphalt. he curses aloud, the sudden impact doing nothing but worsening the cut drawn across his flesh -- strikes of pain shooting up his arm as it continues to bleed over the ground. 

however, he doesn’t get to dwell over that pain for long -- because a shine of a dagger is what diverts his attention back to the kid -- and what’s been done brings all trains of thought to an abrupt, screeching halt. all at once, every emotion that he’s accumulated thus far -- the frustration from his earlier debacle with the now unconscious hero, his mental and physical exhaustion, the sudden arrival of a witness who snatches his identity away from him in a blink of an eye -- they’ve all reached their peak -- and echo realizes too late that the thread that holds his remnants of rationality together, has already snapped.

violence tw under cut.

echo is a master of wielding emotions and controlling what he wants to put on display for others, but there is one emotion that always successfully slips off his radar. 

that emotion is anger. 

once he’s provoked, anger flares through his body as quickly as ignited gasoline spreads; and impulsion strongly follows. that proves to be the case as echo’s body is already moving before he can think twice over what his temper leads him to do. 

he tackles him again, from the side -- the task easily done compared to before now that his original’s body temporarily rendered immobile from the stab wound. he takes a second to gawk at the knife buried deep into his thigh, hand thrusting out to wrap itself around the hilt over the kid’s fingers and yank the knife out. the harm’s already done -- crimson blossoming across the leather fabric and painting puddles beneath. he inhales a sharp breath, absolutely manic. 

“do you,” with his other unoccupied hand, he snatches him up by the collar. “do you fucking realize what you’ve just done?!” he barks. he loses tension in his shoulders. his breathing is irregular, deranged smile stretching across his lips. “where am i going to heal a stab wound without being questioned?” 

with their hands still latched upon the hilt, his fingers squeezing the other’s, he twists the dagger to face himself, aligning the tip of the knife to hover behind his mutant ear. “it’s only fair that i do the same, right?” he breathes, dragging the pointed edge down his head, to his face, leaving trails of blood that had already stained the weapon to smear across the skin. the weapon pierces through his cheek as he’s moving, and he hisses in pain as his blood blends with the rest, but continues. he stops at his right eyelid. “maybe i should lose an eye?” he drags it lower towards his chest. “a lung? or perhaps...?” as he’s aiming the tip to his heart, he starts giggling, letting it dangerously hover -- unaware of the time nearly reaching its end. “i should let lose of all of you entirely?”

[mhecho]

closed starter for @mhjaehyung​

daylight’s been long gone, and his shift at the host bar has reached his end, but sejun is anything but exhausted - the high from extensive hours of socializing with alcohol still riding off his system. for once, he decides against going home, but instead makes an immediate beeline for the dancing skeleton that isn’t located too far off his area. the night’s still young, and he figures he could use a few more glasses to satiate his body before it starts whining for slumber.

although the bar is notorious for being a hot spot for villains, he isn’t a regular -- having no interest in dilly dallying around people who would already be wary of any advances done towards them. villains aren’t fun to approach -- they aren’t as naive as heroes, or normal civilians, once you played your cards right. for tonight, however, he decides it wouldn’t do him too much harm if he were to scout the area just once, just in case something special caught his eye. maybe being slightly intoxicated might’ve contributed to his decision he’s made. who knows. 

either way, he’s entered, still suited from his shift; expectant. first impressions play a part, and the last thing he expects is to see is the bartender conversing with nothing in particular: an unmoving stool, to be specific -- but there it is. a sight to behold at such hours of the night. it seems like a heated conversation. 

he slides and makes himself comfortable on the stool beside it, tuning in shamelessly. “rough night?” is what leaves his lips first, curved in a simper. 

[mhecho]

mhxshik​:

@mhecho

5:00 p.m. Closing Time.

Shik took care to clean up Shaping Plates, leaving no chair, knife, or table untouched. They prided themselves on leaving a shiny restaurant behind at the end of the day before moving on to other business. They always left an hour between daylight business and…the more unconventional so as to make sure there were no lagging customers who could be possible witnesses. Today, Chef had an appointment and was waiting for their client to arrive.

After sorting the dishes, taking out the trash, and taking inventory, Seong Shik let out an exhausted sigh. They never showed their fatigue in front of others and it wasn’t going to change anytime soon. Their quirk could take a bit out of them even just to make regular meals. Now they had to prepare to use it for brainwashing.

They stood in the middle of the main floor, hands on hips, surveying for any missed cups or stray napkins. Behind them the sound of the entrance bell chimed. Shik immediately switched masks, fatigued features shifting to that of a cool, collected business person. They turned around and smiled pleasantly. “You’re right on time. I like you already. Have a seat and let’s talk about our deal.”

sejun isn’t exactly one to result to finding external help. for most obstacles that he’s faced, he prefers overcoming them alone -- both reasons being refusing to swallow nonsensical pride as well to avoid worsening situations from the involvement of a treacherous outsider. but for once, he finds himself on the verge of being stretched thin -- and as much as he’d hate to admit it -- this would seem like the best course of action to take, considering all the options he has left.  he loathes the idea of depending on another -- but his identity is at stake, and he doesn’t have much time to dawdle.

that’s how he finds himself standing in front of shaping plates, black half mask set on concealing a part of his face and hoodie thrown over his head, coat draping down to his knees. he doesn’t find it necessary to arrive in his usual attire as echo -- just enough anonymity is good to go by, for such an occasion. he doesn’t need anyone to notice he’s seeking for help.

stepping inside, he gets greeted -- and he returns the hospitality with a wordless nod of acknowledgement. shik. word has gone around that they’re notorious for assisting villains. they don’t ask questions, just does as they’re told if the payment is solid. their quirk is one he’s had his eye on -- and as much as he dislikes being put to a disadvantage, he’s been gifted the chance to potentially play witness. it’s one to take note on.

he occupies the seat in front of them, curious eyes wandering. he’s never paid the restaurant a visit, so he’s invading unfamiliar territory. everything seems normal and nothing is out of place -- as expected for a restaurant popular amongst the normal.

“i will cut to the chase,” he finally speaks, digging out a crumpled scrap of paper from his pocket, sliding it across. “i’ve been told that he’s a regular around here." it’s a photo of the hero xxx torn off an old newspaper. “i want him gone. what are you capable of?”

[mhecho]

zeus and styx!

greek myths questions.

zeus: what’s your name or nickname?

“easy question,” he grins. “park sejun. as for nicknames,” he counts off his fingers nonchalantly. “mister handsome, sejun the great, master sejun... of course, those are just a few examples.” someone in the far distance yells out “sejun who never shuts the fuck up”, and he laughs, pointedly ignoring it. 

styx: how would you like your life to look like in 10 years? sejun scratches his cheek thoughtfully. “i’d like to have achieved my goals by then.” he’d rather not dwell too long on the future -- not wanting to provoke any unnecessary thoughts. “what are those goals?” he chuckles. “nothing for you to be concerned about.”

[givemeangstymemes]

Send uncomfortable questions to my muse!

[littlelovelymemes]

(    *    & .    —    THE  UMBRELLA  ACADEMY  SENTENCE  STARTERS .

‘  you’re  are  depraving  some  village  of  their  idiot .  ’

‘  i  miss you .  i  miss  you  every  day  that  i’m  not  with  you .  ’

‘  i  didn’t  think  it  was  possible  to  miss  a  person  this  much .  ’

‘  if  you  love  music  then  you’re  in  the  right  place .  ’

‘  the  ties  that  bind  you  together  make  you  stronger  than  you  are  alone .  ’

‘  i  can’t  just  call  him  in  the  afterlife  and  be  like ,  ‘ can  you  please  stop  playing  tennis  with  hitler  for  a  moment  and  take  a  quick  call ? ’  ’

‘  get  up .  we’re  going  to  save  the  world .  ’

‘  it’s  not  spandex ,  it’s  leather .  and  you  used  to  like  it .  a  lot ,  if  i  recall .  ’

‘  we  can  accomplish  anything  when  we  accept  responsibility  together .  this  is  what  creates  trust .  ’

‘  you  never  know  when  to  stop ,  do  you ?  ’

‘  you  got  enough  material  for  your  sequel  yet ?  ’

‘  i  bet  you’re  loving  this ,  hm ?  the  team  at  it’s  best .  it’s  just  like  old  times .  ’

‘  he  hated  children  too  and  he  had  plenty  of  us .  ’

‘  if  you  believe  in  yourself ,  just  once ,  great  things  are  gonna  happen  for  you .  ’

‘  i  know  that  i  let  you  down ,  but  i  could  do  anything  for  you .  ’

‘  you  know ,  i  liked  you  a  lot  better  before  you  got  laid .  ’

‘  oh  yeah ,  it  is  your  skirt .  i  found  it  in  your  room .  it’s  a  little  dated ,  but  it’s  very  breathy  on  the …  bits .  ’

‘  you’re  the  most  important  person  in  the  world  to  me .  ’

‘  best .  funeral .  ever !  ’

‘  sometimes  men  are  unredeemable  shits .  ’

‘  we  were …  we  were  just  kids .  little  kids .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here ,  we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

‘  i’ve  decided  you’re  the  only  one  i  can  trust .  ’

‘  if  you’re  raised  to  believe  that  nothing  about  you  is  special ,  if  the  benchmark  is  extraordinary ,  what  do  you  do  if  you’re  not ?  ’

‘  eternal  peace  is  probably  overrated .  ’

‘  we  all  wanted  to  be  loved  by  a  man  incapable  of  giving  love .  ’

‘  one  grows  used  to  things ,  even  if ,  sometimes  one  shouldn’t .  ’

‘  look ,  you  wanna  pay  your  respects ?  go  ahead .  but  at  least  be  honest  about  the  kind  of  man  he  was .  ’

‘  you  of  all  people  should  be  on  my  side .  he  had  to  send  you  a  million  miles  away .  that’s  how  much  he  couldn’t  stand  the  sight  of  you .  ’

‘  i  feel  like  we  should  stop  him ,  but  then  again  i  also  just  kinda  wanna  see  what  happens .  ’

‘  you  make  me  want  to  wake  up  each  day  and  you’re  in  my  dreams  every  night .  ’

‘  you  also  told  me  that  licking  a  nine  volt  battery  would  give  me  pubes .  ’

‘  i’m  just  gonna  go  murder  mom ,  i’ll  be  right  back .  ’

‘  last  time  we  tried  to  stop  it ,  we  all  died .  what  makes  this  time  any  different ?  ’

‘  we  actually  have  the  chance  of  saving  the  lives  of  billions  of  people .  ’

‘  it  wasn’t  his  fault  ‘cause  he  was  ridiculously  high ,  right ?  and  the  girl ,  she  thought  he  was  a  furry …  ’

‘  i  think  maybe  you’re  the  only  person  who  really  knows  who  i  am  and  still  likes  me  anyway .  ’

‘  you  don’t  get  to  blame  your  problems  on  anyone  but  yourself .  ’

‘  we  didn’t  choose  this  life .  we’re  just  living it .  ’

‘  than  christ  he’s  not  our  real  father ,  so  we  couldn’t  inherit  those  cold ,  dead  eyes .  ’

‘  you  don’t  have  to  apologize  just  for  existing .  ’

‘  when  something  seems  to  perfect ,  it’s  usually  anything  but .  ’

‘  all  the  what - if’s  start  to  haunt  you .  ’

‘  i’m  done  playing  their  games .  i’m  ready  for  a  change .  ’

‘  i  would  love  to  play  cops  and  robbers ,  wear  a  mask ,  and  feel  important ,  but  guess  what ?  recess  is  over .  it’s  grown - up  time .  ’

‘  we  have  a  great  job .  the  best  job .  we  got  it  made ,  asshole .  ’

‘  people  still  don’t  take  me  seriously .  i  wanna  be  numb  again .  ’

‘  i  stayed  because  the  world  needed  me .  ’

‘  at  least  i  make  my  own  decisions .  ’

‘  i  have  been  left  out  of  everything  for  as  long  as  i  can  remember .  ’

‘  nowhere  to  go .  no  way  to  change .  ’

‘  but  now ,  i  know  nothing  in  my  life  was  real .  so  i’m  starting  over .  ’

‘  you  do  whatever  it  takes  to  survive .  or  you  die .  ’

‘  i  don’t  belong  anywhere ,  thanks  to  you !  you  made  me  a  killer !  ’

‘  i’ve  done  unimaginable  things ,  things  you  couldn’t  even  comprehend ,  just  to  get  back  here  and  save  you .  ’

‘  she  needs  our  help  and  we  can’t  do  that  if  she’s  locked  in  a  cage .  ’

‘  i  mean ,  it  must  be  scary .  terrifying ,  really .  to  discover  that  you  can  do  something  that  you  never  thought  you  could  do .  ’

‘  it’s  not  difficult  to  accept ,  it’s  impossible  to  accept !  ’

‘  what  are  you  still  doing  here ?  we’re  trying  to  have  a  serious  conversation .  ’

‘  what’s  going  on  with  you ?  and  don’t  tell  me  everything  is  alright  because  i  saw  you  in  there .  you  were  crying  like  a  baby .  ’

‘  you  saved  my  life !  ’

‘  i  don’t  want  them  to  see  me  like  this .  besides ,  you  know ,  i’d  just  hold  them  back .  ’

‘  how  about  we  ask  him  after  we  kill  him ?  ’

‘  maybe  they’ll  brood  each  other  to  death .   ’

‘  you’re  a  real  sick  bastard .  ’

‘  would  you  stop  it ?  why  are  you  putting  this  shit  in  your  body ?  ’

‘  he  must  have  been  a  very  special  person  to  put  up  with  your  weird - ass  shit .  ’

‘  you  were  my  greatest  disappointment .  you  only  scratched  the  surface  of  what  you  were  capable  of .  ’

‘  i  lost  someone .  the  only …  the  only  person  i’ve  ever  truly  loved  more  than  myself .  ’

‘  you  know ,  before  you  kill  him ,  you  might  want  to  hear  what  he  has  to  say .  ’

‘  we  all  came  home .  since  we’re  here , we  might  as  well  save  the  world .  ’

[mhecho]

mhmingyu​:

luckily, his stop isn’t too far away. he walks past the other passengers, trying to reach the door. he bumped into someone along the way, unknowingly taking some of their life force and fixing a patch of skin on his arm that had been slowly rotting. mingyu doesn’t notice, hopping out of the bus without looking back. he has a full day ahead of him, he intended to enjoy it as much as he could, since school isn’t in session.

sejun had just finished a particularly short shift at the read bean, and he’s absolutely bored out of his mind. his fingers are hooked over the bus handle as he stares out the window, wondering if he should call someone off his phone list to waste time on before he has to clock in his regular night shift at the host bar.

he fishes his phone out with his free hand with intentions of scrolling through his contacts as the bus hisses to a halt, approaching a stop. he yawns, stumbling slightly as someone from behind knocks against his shoulder from trying to squeeze their way forward. his gaze naturally shifts towards them, eyes impassive, catching the decomposing patch of skin on the person’s arm that easily mends itself back into perfectio- wait, what? 

he blinks, not quite believing what he’s seeing, but he doesn’t get to stare enough before their entire being disappears from his line of sight. 

“.....”

sejun’s always been an impulsive man. out of every personality trait he owns that he manages to keep under control, it’s one that he doesn’t properly keep in check. such a quality trait makes itself known whenever he’s set his eyes on anything that piques his interest - as soon as something invokes his curiosity, he’d do almost anything to lure out answers.

with how he easily drops his attention from his phone to follow after his new target - today proves to be no different. “hey,” he calls out, sauntering behind him. he notices his ears are plugged and doubles his effort - easily picking up his pace so he’d overtake him - sidestepping and twirling on the heel of his foot to face the stranger directly, eyes shimmering with almost childlike excitement. “i have a question.”

[mhecho]

jaehanmh​:

what jaehan expected was a rag, not the barista who comes out holding one. jaehan steps aside hastily to let him pass, and maybe jaehan’s just too hopped up on caffeine and the added adrenaline shot of interacting with anyone of vaguely higher authority, but it’s like the air’s gone frizzy, like dry lightning rearing back to strike.

run away, his hindbrain suggests immediately, irrationally, sensing the emotional distress just as acutely as its penchant for the physical kind. 

jaehan instead steels his nerves into a nice, big metal-plated boot, and squashes that voice with it, before stepping aside and bowing as deeply as he can. he manages to mumble a, “thank you, i’m so sorry about that,” and hastily starts swiping his semi-soaked belongings into his bag, both to save them from the coffee and to prepare for his walk of shame out of the cafe later. when all that’s left is the spill, he turns to the barista. 

sejun. the name on the tag is familiar, and so is the man’s face. jaehan remembers seeing him at the counter before, laughing and chatting easily– nothing like the too-tight smile he’s wearing now. (jaehan thinks that there’s a special place in hell for people who bother food service workers who look like they’ve already been there and back.) “it’s not that bad, it only got on the table,” he volunteers with a clear of his throat, reaching for the cloth. “i can clean it up.”

pay attention. 

watch where you’re going. 

you took a breather not more than ten minutes ago.

you’re fine. you’re fine. you’r̷̜̙͓͖̺̃̈̏̕ě̶̼̞ ̸̮͇͇̼̍́̀͂̃f̴̧̲͔̮̮̀͋̿i̷͙̗̼̿͘n̵̼̭̭̯̥͌̃̍͘͝ë̶́̈́̄͠–

static overrides his brain, muddles his thoughts; and part of him forgets that he’s standing in front of a soaked table with a multitude of people sitting at their respective tables and lining up by the counter, because it doesn’t matter if there are people around him or if they aren’t  – there will always be dark eyes crowding around him and heavy gazes greedily lapping up his every flaw; and that he’ll never live long enough to realize if his smile is genuine or that he’s practiced the concept of happiness far too long to differentiate what is real and wha –

the tug upon the cloth he’s held so tightly in between his fingers forces him out of his fall into oblivion so quickly that his reflexes kick in - slapping the offending hand away so hard that the sound of impact reverberates around the room. all forms of conversation stop. 

that snaps him out of it, but the deed’s already been done – everyone’s eyes are literally on them now, he’s sticking out like a sore thumb, and he probably scared the poor customer out of their wits.

“fuc– i apologize,” he mutters. he directs his attention back to the coffee spill, rushing to play oblivious so everyone would carry on with their own fucking business – but why did the cloth disappear from hi–? where the fuck is his ha– oh, it’s– what the fu– he must be going fucking mental, because his hand and the rag are both materializing out and into existence. it’s when he takes a couple of steps back that he realizes it’s not only happening to his hand, but even his forearm, and oh– all of him is disappearing and reappearing every two seconds.

“oh,” is all he says, expression blank. 

looks like he’s officially lost it.

[mhecho]

i still have a couple more questions to go but i’m... too tired to finish so i’ll just save them for next week. i’ll get to the remaining ims that i haven’t answered as soon as my brain doesn’t feel as fried anymore - perhaps in the next day or so. at the meantime, if anyone else is interested in plotting and dramatically battling it out with sejun, don’t be shy and hmu. 

[mhecho]

Athuna, Caduceus

greek myths questions.

athuna: If you could live anywhere in the world for the rest of your life, where would it be?

“i’ve never thought of this before,” he starts off, amused. his genial persona falters as a thought surfaces into his mind, but he catches himself before a frown could settle upon his visage. “i’m content with where i am. here is...” his gaze shifts elsewhere. “here is good.” he thinks.

caduceus: what is your favorite color?

childish question. “black.” his answer comes quick. “it’s a universally favored color. it’s simple, elegant. makes a statement on its own. cerulean blue is a close second, though.” 

[mhecho]

Cyclops

greek myths questions.

cyclops: last time you cried?

he smacks his lips. “i don’t.” he answers instead. “or at least - i don’t remember. i don’t see the point to crying. it seems like a waste of time when you can always use that energy into doing something more productive rather than draining your tear ducts.”

[mhecho]

Hippolytus!

greek myths questions.

hippolytus: tell an experience you will never forget.

answered.