have courage.

[mhriyu]

mhxabra​:

the music is just loud enough that hyejin can’t hear herself think. a blessing in disguise as she sings along to the song playing, trying to forget yet another failed conquest. whatever expectations hyejin had for tonight are drowned out by the horde of warm bodies dancing around her. she eventually forgets about the soul she’s abandoned in favour of observing the crowd instead. the couples dancing make her stomach twinge and her chest hollow out just a bit more than usual. she’s not exactly envious. she would just really like someone to dance with. as if on cue, she’s bumped back a few steps and into someone. a few unsteady beats pass before hyejin is balanced and upright again, her eyes targeting the cause of her teetering. 

“hi,” she mouths more than anything, a pleased mix of amused and enticed written plain as day across her face. she leans in close but has to do a double take at the snakes, an eyebrow arched at the remarkable quirk. “oh,” her voice lowers, close enough to whisper if she wanted, “and you? what d’you think i deserve?” her words slur together just a little, a raspy mix in timbre. hyejin can’t tell if she needs another drink or to quit altogether. although, it has lead her down this path, greeted her with company like this, and hyejin knows she’d never be sober again if she could help it.

riyu has adapted to being cautious of her surroundings. it’s in her nature -- villainous acts can interpose even the most mundane of days and she reminds herself not to lower her guard just in case. regardless, there comes a point in time where even the most forbearing deserve a break, and she willingly submits herself to the natural flow of things, albeit the risks that go along with it. it’s always a gamble -- but the occasional thrill that comes with subjecting yourself to danger does invigorate her, even if the feeling lasts for just a moment. she isn’t aware of how careless she can be once she’s loosened up, though, and it shows in her eternal behavior -- inevitably so.

it doesn’t just limit to herself -- the intoxication spreads even through the quirk that encompasses her head; snakes barely holding themselves back from the natural urge to investigate the newfound companion she leads herself towards; slithering with flicking tongues and nudging unabashedly at her head. “sorry,” she giggles offhandedly, waving with a free hand. “they won’t bite unless you anger them.” she directs her attention back to her question, puzzled for a moment before it rouses laughter. maybe she’s had a glass too many. “someone more attentive~?” she chimes, one dainty hand resting itself upon the slope of her new companion’s shoulder, nodding as she rakes her head for a more comprehensible answer. “and prettier, if you’re up for it~”

[mhriyu]

open!

villains. villains are on the loose.

that's as far as the announcement on the screen goes before the surroundings drop into pitch black. every citizen around her screams in terror; scrambles around aimlessly in the dark in search of safety. it's absolute chaos, but riyu stays frozen on her spot, clutching on her handbag strap so hard that her knuckles match the shade of white chalk.

this was supposed to be her day off. this was supposed to be the day well spent on designer bags and good rounds of grounded coffee after a massage and good chat at the local parlor. not this. not a villain attack. not knowing that danger is potentially seconds away from swooping her off her feet and providing her a nightmare that would last a lifetime.

her brain has already short circuited, but her legs move on their own. she flinches every two seconds when someone skedaddles past a centimetre too close to her and bites back a frightened whimper every time a loud crash bounces across her eardrums. memories of the past flash across her eyelids and play like a horror movie — blinding her off rationality until she realizes seconds too late that she's run off into a lone alleyway in the dark. she can hear incoming footsteps amidst her growing panic.

the snakes upon her hair react to her emotions. when she's calm, the snakes are calm. when she isn't, then so are they. and at this point in time — she's far from relaxed. the snakes trash about and stand hostile around her head, hissing indignantly at the direction of footsteps as she cowers in fear, digging her face into the heels of her palms as she scrambles to find her voice.

"s-stay away!" she cries out, the trepidation heavy in her system. "or i'll hurt you, you hear me!?"

[mhriyu]

mhjaehyung​:

he hadn’t really been paying attention to anyone who might have been walking past at that moment he had thrown the can. but maybe he should have. there were some people who had a very distinct ‘don’t mess with me’ aura about them just from a glance. and some woman with snakes for hair was certainly one of those people. and it was rather creepy to actually look at her, jaehyung certainly couldn’t imagine his own hair being replaced by snakes and he didn’t think that it would be a very pleasant experience. 

and he certainly didn’t expect the return throw from the snake hair. eyes widening as he had to quickly duck out of the way, the can (thankfully) going straight over his head and clattering somewhere behind him against the concrete. and it didn’t help that the previously annoying spirit was not being even more annoying by laughing at him and talking about karma. 

“yeah, and?” he hardly cared about littering. not that he really made a habit of it and would have probably picked the can up himself eventually. he had just needed something to throw to get out his anger (and still did), and the can had just been the only thing he had on him. but at least this snake-hair woman didn’t seem to be angry at him about it, which was great, and he didn’t really want to be attacked by snakes. 

“you know you have snakes for hair, right?” it was a pointless question, he was sure she was aware of this, but he did have to make sure. 

”just harmless words of advice.” she retorts, reaching for one of the snakes to pet and calm them down. letting them slither about so defensively around what seems to be normal civilian practically sucks out what remnants of energy she has left.

riyu has a knack for stumbling upon the most.... unique of people, doesn’t she? she supposes everyone’s special in their own way, that much is true, but she feels as if she specializes in stumbling upon those who enjoy stating the obvious without exactly putting much thought into their words beforehand, in particular. she stares at him for a moment. he’s lucky that she’s absolutely lethargic. a part of her almost finds the situation amusing.

“what an astute observation. i wouldn’t have noticed if you haven’t told me.” her voice is deadpan, regardless. “deliberately putting yourself up for punishment doesn’t seem like it’ll benefit you in any way, unless you’re a masochist. what were you aiming for? do i know you?” she yawns softly into her hand. “is this a personal attack?”

[mhriyu]

mhxabra​:

+  open

the melody of the music takes over. hyejin can feel it pulsing in her veins, the loud bass taking over and humming in her chest. “wanna dance?” hyejin queries moments after finishing her drink. it’s not that the neon lights and mindless dance music aren’t doing it for her. she just needs someone to share it with. someone to feed off her energy and keep her centred. more liquid courage and less inhibition. her cheek rests in the palm of her hands as the request goes unanswered, likely drowned out by the thrumming bass. “you gotta be kiddin’ me.” her posture straightens and she pushes up off the table to stand. “i didn’t spend three hours gettin’ ready for you to stare dead-eyed at your phone. come find me when you’re ready to be with the world of the living, eh?” she lets the crowd of dancing bodies swallow her whole, her skin electric as the music takes her.

she isn’t exactly one to get herself deliberately involved in crowds, but every grown adult needs a place to let loose and unwind -- and being a stressed out slave to labor, she isn’t any different from the rest. it just so happens that she’s let herself consume a few glasses too many, that night -- smile a little too wide and muscles too lax in comparison to her usual, controlled posture. the fact that everyone’s too busy letting lose of their inhibitions to care for abnormalities is admittedly comforting, to her -- knowing that she blends in. 

amidst sidestepping from the bustle of swaying bodies to finish her sixth glass, that night; she takes notice of another female, looking evidently disappointed as she leaves what seems to be her company for the night to opt for the dance floor instead.

she discards the empty glass and finds herself approaching her without a hint of reluctance in her movements, bumping hips when she’s unable to bring herself to a halt fast enough; snakes for hair just eyeing curiously with her. “hey,” she raises her voice to combat the thrumming bass, somewhat giggly from intoxication. “they don’t deserve you!”

[givemeangstymemes]

Send uncomfortable questions to my muse!

[mhriyu]

mhjaehyung​:

open!

jaehyung was used to being bothered by dead people don’t get him wrong. every second of every day they were there trying to strike up a conversation or complain about their previous life choices, or just standing there in the corner muttering to themselves. and maybe they didn’t mean bad by it, but jae was not the right person to complain at, being in a bad mood at the best of times. 

he clenched his teeth, fingers curling tighter around the empty soda can in his hand as his gaze briefly flickered to the spirit to his left. it had been following him for about a mile and had. not. stopped. talking. he had chatted the whole time jaehyung was drinking his cola and even now he was talking about something that jaehyung wasn’t even paying any attention to. and his usual method of just ignoring the spirits was not working, so he decided to take matters into his own hands. it was a split second decision to angrily crush the soda can in his hand before chucking it right through the annoying spirit’s head. 

and it was a decision he didn’t really regret, not really, even after the can did indeed go sailing through the annoying spirit and hit some innocent bystander who happened to be walking past at the time. 

riyu... isn’t having very much fun. but really, anyone wouldn’t exactly consider dull tasks of organizing and filing electronic documents as their number one source of entertainment. having to maintain an amiable expression and a chipper voice for hours on end should be something she’s gotten used to, by now, years deep into her career - but the ache in her jaw and the sag in her shoulders after extensive hours of work almost never ceases after every weekday. she supposes it’s normal, to be tired from a job. and it is - but why does her head feel even heavier today compared to days before?

she sighs. her discouraged mood even makes itself known - the snakes attached to her scalp only moving on the bare minimum - most content with just swaying lifelessly against her back. nothing would beat a hot bath right no--

she doesn’t get to finish her train of thought, senses catching a disturbance in the air force that aims itself right towards her head - only to stop with a sound of a metal crunch. lackadaisically, her gaze shifts - realizing that one of her snakes rushed to catch a crunched soda can between its teeth. her gaze shifts again, easily spotting the culprit that stands not far from herself. 

her snake lock decides the best course of action is to hurl the punctured soda can back towards the person, and she doesn’t find it in herself to stop it. she doesn’t want to, anyway. “littering is deemed a criminal offense.” is all she says instead, snakes hissing at him indignantly in her behalf.

[mhriyu]

hi it’s lei back at it again with another muse because being impulsive will def get you to places... haha anyways... here’s riyu, your local snake woman who’s just trying her best! here’s easy access to her profile and her bio, with tl;dr and plot ideas written under the cut! i don’t usually have female muses - almost rarely even - but i figured it’d give it a try because this muse’s quirk... *chef’s kiss* anyways leave a like if you’d like to plot/request a starter and i’ll come right at your ims! i’ll respond to the current ones i have later. xoxo.

so tl;dr ver: 

basically riyu is a rich kid that’s everyone either bullies or avoids because of her snake hair

she gets into uy because she wants to prove that she isn’t villainous and she does well, but an incident of her being kidnapped and held for ransom causes her to drop out

during the kidnapping the villains cut a snake off her hair for every 10 minutes that passes

she gets saved obv but the incident traumatizes her and she had to stay in the rehabilitation center for awhile

anyways she decides to give up on being a hero because being “normal” would mean villains won’t attack her right (haha)

to make up for her lost dream she works as a receptionist at the angel agency to at least help behind the scenes and sometimes joins rescue missions since her acute senses help locate disaster victims

plots/connections!!! heck yea?

regular childhood/middle school/uy friendship trope! they’d have to be around her age tho (she’s 28 so like maybe +2/-2)

acquaintances that knew her when she was still in uy

darker plots where like she’d come across a villain bcs shes absolutely terrified of them due to her past trauma

she’d be protective over the kids at uy and just gush over them and want to make sure theyre safe at all times.. that’ll be a pretty cute connection to have... let her take care of u pls

and tba!! i’m up for anything really! just fire away! 

[joohys]

Irene for Damiani