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❝ — blood on my hands, this is my atonement. ❞

There was madness planted early in his ribcage, eventually growing and coiling around his sternum, defining itself as him. That wasn’t a choice; that was a compelled coping mechanism that coexisted along with an anomaly—one which was glorified and exalted into a talent that played god amidst men who stained their fingers with sins. That was an intricate theory forced into simplicity for a child who never quite grew out of his juvenile phase, plunged into the world where malice was imbibed on a daily basis like sleeping pills.

… and then the accident happened.

He swore it was an accident; he never meant to steal the life of the only man whom he clung to as his last hope. So he paid the price by dwelling in his sorrow, engulfed by the incessant downpours of sadness as he contemplated on his purpose, before he eventually picked himself up again. And when he did, he decided on one thing. To atone for his father’s sins, and his own. To eradicate crimes, to appease his restless mind. This is his atonement.

LITERATE AU ▪ SUPERHERO / MUTANT UNIVERSE ▪ PLEASE HELP REBLOG ( & FOLLOW IF HE SUITS YOUR FANCY, THANK YOU ! )

#sh!boost

I know I haven't been here in forever and a half, but would anybody like to do a The Hunger Games or Battle Royale AU? Preferably para but yes, squeaks, please. e v e

free starters 。

Please like this post if you want a random starter and you’re going to reply to it (not replying to it would be a waste of my time, really). I’m going to try my best to make these interactions as fitting to your muse as possible and interesting, so we’re not having to drag on a very cliched ‘bumping into each other and spilling coffee’ plot. I might even start off with our two muses knowing each other somehow, so if you’re okay with all that, like this post.

#( slowly catching up with replies )

ohsehuns

#!dolphin;

exoturnback

….. do you really need to touch your hair like that?

#!tenshi;

ohsehuns

#!dolphin;

aim: acupofhun 。

Please cuddle with me. I can provide movies and ice cream.

#!talk;

mizuhun

memory lane 。

jontaks-deactivated20141220

”..Seh—.. I.. why are you still coming here?”

mizuhun

It was the love in him that felt and the bitterness that spoke, harsh words sounding harsher than he had ever meant for it to sound spilling from his lips. He would have never spoken like this to Jongin once upon a time but circumstances had changed. Or did they? He wanted to believe that he lacked any sympathy for Jongin, that his ex-friend was nothing more than a stranger in his eyes.

He frowned and cast a glance to the beat-up vending machine, trying to suppress the memories--the fond ones, anyway--that resurfaced at the sight of the fucking bastard he actually missed. "I was on my way home," he half-lied, because this really was the route home, but that didn't explain why he had lingered there longer than he should have--if he didn't care.

Spring, summer, fall, winter--it never mattered what season it was, the two would have always met at the same spot, beside the crummy old thing, like a secret hiding spot that nobody really cared about. It definitely wasn't special in a materialistic sense, but it had brought the two of them together now, so maybe it was? Maybe all those coins Sehun had deposited into the vending machine hadn't been spent in vain. Maybe, his wish really had come true.

"They're getting rid of it," he said, glancing over at the vending machine. "The vending machine, I mean." He wasn't sure why any of that even mattered now, but he had an inkling of a hope that Jongin would feel just as crushed as he felt when he had heard the news himself. It was like a childhood treehouse being burned down, because the treehouse itself didn't matter. Anyone could buy a load of wood frames from a houseware department and build themselves a better treehouse from scratch, but replicating memories was impossible.

His gaze shifted up. "But, you don't care, huh?"

#jontaks

Would you suck off a dude for no pay or eat a pussy for a thousand dollars?

( * groans both inwardly and outwardly ) That's the worst question you could ask a homosexual guy. I think I'd just suck a guy off for no pay, I can't--

Do you like pancakes?

I do, I especially like the banana and macadamia nut ones! You should make them for me, anon.

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silent night 。

"I can take you home, if you want me to. We can.. you can tell me who did this to you, ah.." what if this was his chance, what if Patch could gain his wings back? He surely could become the boy’s guardian angel and everything.. yes, it’ll all go well. "And your wish came true, here I am.. now, now, where do you live? We must take care of you."

mizuhun

Sehun himself didn't really believe in angels, but he had encountered plenty of demons in the past; some invisible, some that weren't. He had seen and met vampires, werewolves, and other demonic creatures, so how farfetched were angels, really? Maybe this man really was an angel with invisible wings; after all, Sehun didn't believe that an angel had to fly and blow trumpets up in the high heavens to be one. The qualities he searched for in one were from within.

This was why he believed--deep in his heart--that Patch was an angel that was not-so-subtly sent as a response to his prayer. Certainly, this saint of a living thing couldn't be some random, empathetic stranger. The most anyone would ever do is hand him a handkerchief to wipe his bloody nose and maybe wish him a better day. It took a powerful strain of kindness for anyone to hug someone completely unfamiliar and offer them a walk home. It surprised Sehun.

"You are? You really are?" he asked with his eyes glistening with tears, even more surprised that Patch had admitted to being an angel, a celestial being. Sehun had always believed people and stories so easily. Even though he was physically an adult, his mentality was still very much a child's and was so, so innocent when it came to trust. He believed Patch. Despite the fact he had just met the guy a minute ago, his embrace felt warm, like his worries, fears, and insecurities were melting away.

He sniffed and closed his eyes, muttering a soft apology for staining Patch's clothes with his blood. "It wasn't a wish," he mumbled quietly. "I was crying for help." Wishing meant hoping, and crying for help meant something a lot more intimate and desperate. Sehun sighed, pulling away from Patch's hold. "I live in the apartments behind this playground. You can c-come over, and I'll wash your shirt for you, I'm sorry about that."

Sehun was still apologizing, even to his angel.

#dvsfctionl

barosucks-deactivated20161120

Cheers.

mizuhun

( … ) Maybe if he was a bit more sober, Sehun would have questioned the guy, but he just stood in a drunken stupor and followed Sunwoo with only the promise of free coffee buzzing in his head. He caught up with the older male’s strides, though, feeling utterly small for some reason beside him. “Hey,” he said, trying to suppress the vomit that clung to his throat. “Do I know you?” It wouldn’t have bothered him any if he didn’t, but he felt like he did, somewhere deep in his mind.

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He starts their trek to the nearest coffee shop — about a mile down the way — with a smile, watching the boy for hard signs of nausea or a possible fainting spell. Sunwoo isn’t sure just how drunk he is. The coffee would surely sober him up a little. “You know me, it’s just, the last time we spoke was probably… 20 or 21 years ago.” He stifles a chuckle to himself. He wasn’t lying. He knew his mother had had him speaking to her stomach often. Telling his brother that when he came out he’d be there to teach him about the outside world. He’d been deprived of the opportunity to keep that promise — and it marred his perception of their mother. That alone twists his gut into guilt, he had always adored her so much, but when you become an adult, a hardened adult, it becomes difficult to hide a blind eye behind innocence. Sunwoo lights a cigarette along the way, smoking quietly and letting the chill air strike the bare skin of his arms and face. It felt pretty nice, actually.

mizuhun

Sehun tried to compute simple math in his head, belatedly realizing that it didn't make sense. How could they have spoken when he wasn't even born? Did this guy even know how old he was? "I'm twenty," he hiccuped, rubbing his face to try and wipe the numbness from it. "How did I talk to you when I wasn't even--hic!--born?"

Yet, Sunwoo had this odd familiarity about him that convinced Sehun he wasn't going to do any harm, let alone lie. He drew comfort from him in the strangest way, like Sehun still remembered the classical piece his mother had played daily while he was in the womb. He couldn't have possibly memorized the song to heart since he was only a fetus then, but listening to it had always touched a part of him that reminded him of home. Sunwoo felt the same way, despite his snark and the way he reeked of cigarettes.

Sehun still kept up, trying not to fall behind. "Did my mother know you?" he asked, desperate and curious to know the answer. "Wait, hyung--" The word spilled from his lips all too naturally, when he had only meant it in its most literal form. Sunwoo was simply older than him, and he couldn't keep up with his quicker strides. "Wait."

#sxnwoothepumpkinking

mizuhun

2am 。

smptrnls-deactivated20141226

"You better pay me back." He puffed his cheeks and started the engine of his car, waiting for the younger male to text him back.

mizuhun

Sehun had been thinking of alternative plans should Jason tell him that it was two in the morning and to fuck off. He knew the older male wouldn't have worded it that way but he was still skeptical all the same of Jason's likelihood to say yes. No matter how much he felt that picking up a stranded friend at two in the morning was the moral thing to do, he figured righteousness wasn't a sleepy man's first priority.

That was why Jason's answer surprised him, because he hadn't--even for a second--expected the other male to say yes. Sehun had been so close to finding a bench to sleep on for the night or actually walk the hour back. "Yeah, I'll definitely pay you back, hyung! Thanks!" he chirped, and ended the call to text Jason the directions to where he was stranded. The closest thing to him was a gas station, but the lights had long since been turned off and it was difficult to spot the dim 'EcoOil' sign in the pitch blackness.

He headed towards it, though, figuring that Jason would be more likely to find his location with a GPS than if he was standing beside a random street. It was eerily quiet where he was sitting, his surroundings showing no signs of life whatsoever but the occasional sound of cars whizzing by. It was far too early in the morning for anybody to be actively about, after all. Sehun hadn't really noticed it a few minutes ago, but it was getting chilly fast and the sky rumbled as if it was going to rain really soon. At least, he thought, at least I have a roof over my head.

He still had to wait an hour or more for Jason to arrive, though. What was he supposed to do until then? He laid back on the cement and rested one arm behind his head, realizing he couldn't really do much but wait.

#smptrnls #( smooches i still love u )

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“Hunhuna.” She calls out softly, peering up at the taller male to take a peek of the expression that washes along the features. Feeling rather guilty that he had to take the amount of time in his day to pick her up at a building where no one was ever comfortable in being around. “It’s fine.” She adds on, hoping that he wouldn’t spill another remark at the officers who were in still at work because otherwise he’d be put in the same situation she was in not too long ago. In bars, alone for a couple of hours until someone picked her up. Nonetheless, she hears the light sounds of the pen caressing along the sheets of paper, already figuring it out what it was.

When everything was confirmed, she bows her head last minute to the older men around respectfully before rushing her footsteps to head outside with Sehun. Explanation, right, he needed — no deserved one. She didn’t do anything reckless, she expected that firstly from him. Her tolerance for alcohol, the amount she drinks alone was becoming dangerous to where it’s an addiction all over again. Of course, it doesn’t happen regularly just moments where anxiety pulls her back in and these sudden thoughts that would paint in her mind when she’s alone.

“No, they thought I was trying to distract them. They thought I was a criminal too. Or at least working with a group of them.” Naeun explained clearly, rubbing the side of her neck as she can recall the conversation that was on-going for hours. She was just at a regular spot at a wrong time, nothing more to it. And it lead her behind bars for false judgement. “They were idiots.” Murmuring childishly, head resting on the edge of his shoulder with an arm resting on the center of his back.

mizuhun

Even after Naeun explained what had happened, he couldn't believe the police even thought that she was anyone to be suspicious about. Did they even catch the criminals? He fumed silently, not because he had been tugged out of his way to bail her out, rather, because the authorities had jailed an innocent person--his best friend.

Had they been closer to the station, Sehun would have marched right back in and said some things that would have locked him behind bars, but thankfully they weren't. "That's dumb," he replied with a sour look on his face, trying not to mind the injustice so much. It still left a bitter aftertaste on his tongue no matter how hard he tried to forget the ordeal. At least Naeun was freed, but what worried Sehun now was how fatigued she was. "You can stay over, Dylan's out for a night so you can take the bed," he offered. "You haven't been to our place in a while, huh?"

Once they were at the door, he pushed the door just slightly to check if their pets were waiting eagerly to zip out the first chance they got. A little muzzle poked out and a black nose wiggled on top of it, trying to sniff out the unidentified stranger that had come to visit. In a second, the apartment was filled with high-pitched, excited barking, and Sehun chuckled as he set down his duffel bag and picked up a white cat from the ground. "This is Princess," he introduced her to Naeun. "And those two troublemakers are Roo and Prince."

#selentieun #!nanan;

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