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“ it’s a bird! it’s a plane! it’s … me, trying to outrun my feelings. there i go. ”

Kibin had been busy today - earlier, he’d almost been trambled when he thought it would be a fun idea to turn into a cobra and hide in someone’s cabinet. This prank was a gamble every time, but nine times out of ten it paid off. Now he was cuddled up nice and warm in the arms of one of his very handsome friends. What could be better? Just knowing that he was getting some attention for a while was enough for him. Kibin was a simple guy that way.

“You say some of the weirdest things, Siri.” Kibin tilted his head so he could have a better view. “And coming from me, that’s saying something.” Kibin hadn’t known the god for some countless amount of years or anything, but in the time he had known Osiris, he couldn’t picture him running from anything. Kibin’s hand moved to push some wayward locks of hair from his friend’s face. It could have just been Osiris quoting a movie or something, but Kibin felt the urge to ask anyway. He had to show his nice friend side sometimes. “What’s going on, hm? Having some eternal life crisis?”

#mposiris #;meme #(he loves giving people nicknames #(so if ‘siri’ isn’t okay let him know hahaha)

“ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ”

Random Texts Meme: Accepting!

Kibin pushes yet another honey candy into his mouth, quite unable to help himself. He told himself about four pieces ago that he would stop, and now he risks “returning” everything he ate if he keeps it up. Plus, there’s the sugar rush he feels building. Sugar rushes are never a good look on Kibin. He bounces off of every wall and flat surface before crashing hard, often accompanied with an awful headache.

This knowledge did not prove effective in stopping him from eating half a bag of honey candies.

“Not to, like, say I told you so, but I kiiiind of did.” Kibin grins through his stomach pain at Muzen. “We knew deep down that the princess was never going to pick the handsome stable hand, and now the rest of this season is ruined.” Kibin passes the bag of honey candies over to his godly friend, silently begging him to relieve him of having to finish the bag. “This show is pretty decent, nice and melodramatic. Could use more blood and guts, though.”

#mpxmuzen #;meme #(because kibin and muzen watching dramas is what we need)

“ i’m not even a hot mess. i’m more like a lukewarm mess. ”

Random Texts Meme: Accepting!

“I mean, lukewarm is better than hot in that sense, right?” Kibin chuckles, an easy smile on his lips as he works on his watercolor painting. “I find it a bit hard to believe though, YuYu. You kind of seem...always put together. I’m a little jealous.” Kibin leans back to check his work, frowning when something doesn’t quite add up. Watercolor can be so unforgiving. The scene before him is a snake resembling a Chinese style dragon basking in a cherry blossom tree, but it’s...runny. Tame, compared to his usual body of work. “Why do you say so, anyway?”

He puts away his brush for a moment, resting his elbow on the table and his chin in his palm. It may not look like it, but if Kibin has to continue for one more second without a break, he may just rip his paper to shreds. Art, man. He gives Yuyan his full attention so that he can listen and offer advice if she needs it. It’s at that moment that he feels wetness leak through his shirt sleeve, and he looks down with a startled jerk to see that he’s rested his elbow right in his watercolor painting. “....dammit!”

#mpxyuyan #(feel free to continue!)#(ty for sending <3)#;meme

“ if i sigh loudly enough, will all my problems go away? ”

Random Texts Meme: Accepting!

A big Chesire cat’s grin spreads across Kibin’s face. He leans forward, eyes unwavering in their contact with Minho’s. He’s closer than is socially acceptable, but can he be blamed? “Aw, don’t be like that, Minnie.” A nose scrunch accompanies the pet name he’s given the taller demigod. “We both know that you’d get so bored without my company.” He extends a delicate finger, tracing patterns along the counter that separates them. Kibin tilts his head, gazing up through his lashes at Minho. “You need a specialist to get rid of snakes, and since I don’t see any around, well...” His eyes sweep the shop, dramatic and most definitely overacted. “It looks like you’re stuck with me. How lucky for you.” Honestly, it isn’t often that Kibin bothers someone in such a way. He couldn’t help himself even if he wanted to, though, and he doesn’t want to. There’s just something about Minho that speaks to him on some very feral level. “Could I interest you in some bubble tea? Lunch, perhaps?”

#mpxminho #(feel free to continue!) ;meme

promptfairy

𝐑𝐀𝐍𝐃𝐎𝐌 𝐓𝐄𝐗𝐓 𝐏𝐎𝐒𝐓𝐒 ♡ 𝐒𝐄𝐍𝐓𝐄𝐍𝐂𝐄 𝐒𝐓𝐀𝐑𝐓𝐄𝐑𝐒

change gendered language to your needs. ♡

“ crying is very punk, trust me, i do it all the time & i am a punk. ” “ do i like him or is he just tall? ” “ not to be dramatic but if i don’t get my life together i will die. ” “ am i dramatic? yes. is it justified? also yes. ” “ everything that you feel is just a chemical reaction inside your head. wow. ” “ there’s a special place in hell reserved just for me. it’s called the throne. ” “ let’s get high!! … grades. ” “ i think my gps secretly gets mad at me when i deliberately disobey its directions. ” “ it’s a bird! it’s a plane! it’s … me, trying to outrun my feelings. there i go. ” “ i am here to say that i am a bisexual who loves mangoes. ” “ why has no one fallen in love with me yet? i’m so bored. ” “ honestly, i don’t even play an active role in my life. shit just happens & i’m like ‘ oh, is this what we’re doing now? okay. ’ ” “ life hack : you don’t have to be a wolf to yell sad noises at the moon. ” “ what the fuck do mirrors do when nobody is around? ” “ it may look like i’m having deep thoughts, but really, i’m just thinking about what to eat next. ” “ do i deserve back pain at this age? ” “ i’m a simple person; anything happens, i cry. ” “ i’ve mastered the skill of feeling guilty for asking for anything. ” “ yes, the rumors are true. i’m a lovey-dovey dumbass. ” “ i try not to sound like an asshole, but it’s really hard because i am an asshole. ” “ someone has to date me eventually, right? ” “ what circle of dante’s inferno did you crawl out of? ” “ your inability to learn complicated handshakes is tearing this friendship apart. ” “ there’s no way that EVERYBODY was kung-fu fighting. ” “ saying my name is so intimate, why would you do that to me? ” “ don’t ask me about my sexuality. you’re not gonna get a straight answer. ” “ i would follow you to the ends of the earth with only mild complaining. ” “ the first step to any murder is to have fun & be yourself. ” “ i think i am subconsciously trying to ruin my own life. ” “ i may seem like an angry person on the surface, but deep down inside, i am actually angrier. ” “ i push everyone away, but in a way, i am doing them a favor. ” “ what do you mean a thesaurus isn’t a dinosaur? ” “ i’m not even a hot mess. i’m more like a lukewarm mess. ” “ i’m not interested in being polite or heterosexual. ” “ can someone please explain to me how i’m supposed to sleep for eight hours straight when i’m not even straight? ” “ you’re not allowed to be busy, you’re my only friend. ” “ becoming older than ten years old was the biggest mistake of my life. ” “ is it cold in here, or is that just my heart? ” “ if i sigh loudly enough, will all my problems go away? ” “ hey, sorry i’m late. i didn’t want to come. ”

"What are you drawing there?"

Kibin sits back, studying his work as he goes. Before him, his sketchbook is open to a page with a detailed black and white piece filling it. The art depicts a beautiful young man standing before an ornate mirror. The man’s eighteenth-century clothing is immaculate, just as the rest of him is. What stares back at him from the mirror, however, is a grotesque and horrific version of him. Gazing back through soulless eyes, the figure resembles something more monster than man, with tattered clothing and a rotting face. Kibin picks up a red colored pencil to begin detailing blood, causing the reflection to appear ever more ghastly. Just how Kibin likes it. “This is inspired by “The Picture of Dorian Gray” by Oscar Wilde. It’s one of my favorite novels ever.” Kibin pauses over his task to cast a glance at Moonseong. “Have you ever read it?”

#mpmoonseong

Burning Cities & Napalm Skies

with the devastating @mpxminho

Kibin left his friend’s house early one afternoon, the breeze smelling of what was left of summer and carrying a slight chill with it. He’d just gotten his makeup done, a soft look consisting of peach tones on his eyes and lips, with faint sparkles framing his gaze. Kibin liked to visit his fellow make up artists to let them practice on him, and he always felt pretty by the end of it. Adorning his head was a pink cat headband to match, completing his look. Even if he was ordinarily into the morbid things, it was fun to at least look pretty sometimes. The young demigod stopped by the coffee shop for a croissant and a small iced tea, continuing on his way down the street. His eyes wandered along the storefronts as he went, resting on a sign for the flower shop.

Curiosity piqued, Kibin took a long drink of his tea and licked the last buttery crumb of croissant from his lip. Flowers were a common subject in his art, serving as backdrops and ornaments alike. Plus, it had been some time since he’d had some live flowers to brighten his apartment. What could it hurt to have a look around? Kibin went into the shop, a tiny bell announcing his arrival. Immediately, he slipped among the flowers, his eyes taking in the colors, shapes, and scents. The shop was a vivid explosion, a feast for the senses.

Kibin felt himself drawn to a bouquet of soft pink roses, perhaps because they resembled the shades of his make up. Picking them up with careful hands, Kibin took them to the counter. The shop employee seemed busy at the moment, his back turned, but the demigod didn’t mind. Kibin’s fingertips caressed the soft petals as he waited, the pink reflecting on his pale skin. Kibin’s mind ran through the dozens of scenes he could create with the roses as inspiration, his excitement building in anticipation.

“Hey, do you think that soft pink roses would look good with, say, crimson hues?”

#;burning cities & napalm skies #mpxminho #{oh lawd hope it's gouda}