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@nobigdealnowadays
telstradi-council replied to your photoset “¦this is only her humble tenant.†every time I think I’d reached...”
I love this, and all the associated headcanons. ... "Poopsie"
// lmao oh my god I’m glad that you enjoy that. Jinah is probably one of the few characters I have that can have a shadow creature living in her and not turn it into angst//
“...this is only her humble tenant.”
every time I think I’d reached my Ultimate Limit in thinking up self-indulgent AUs, I never disappoint myself and end up with yet another bullshit verse that I end up thinking entirely too much about
headcanons and details under readmore
Artist: SIMON STÅLENHAG
Hui jin in silent hill
//send a verse (and possibly a muse) to witness the muse’s appearance in said verse&mainverse muse’s reaction to it//
There are flecks of ashes in his hair, and a few cuts adorning his face and hands. His jacket is torn and patched, and when Hui jin sees that his shirt -- even this version of him seemed to prefer black shirts -- has a slight bump around his chest, he immediately guesses that his missing scarf must be staunching a chest wound. He watches himself leap to dodge a horribly misshapen limb from a horribly misshapen creature, and fire crossbow bolts into its midsection. He watches as he resorts to a dagger and rolls onto the ground as a blow that would have shattered his face whizzes above his head -- he then bolts back onto his feet and slashes out with his weapon as he draws near enough to his target.
His right hand was shaking as it clutched at the exact spot the him in the mirror seemed to have tied up with his scarf. “I’ve fought that thing many times.” He said, his voice flat. “I won’t be putting so much energy into it unless I wanted to convince myself that there was something different with this fight.”
He paused. The him in the mirror had wrenched his dagger out of the now unmoving corpse of the creature, and was stabbing it again, although it was, even to the onlooker of the mirror, clearly dead. Hui jin’s hand stayed on his chest, his nails digging into his shirt. “He’s not going to last long unless he finds anyone other than himself.” He said, his voice quiet.
wendydemon:
Wendy shrugged at the look Jinah gave her and would make a motion for her to lead the way.
Wendy could identify the trust she’d been given. It honestly meant the world to her.
After a few moments of walking in silence however she’d start singing softly, almost under her breath it seemed.
“Let’s go in the garden You’ll find something waiting Right there where you left it Lying upside down
"When you finally find it You’ll see how it’s faded The underside is lighter When you turn it around”
Wendy kept her gaze straight ahead as they walked.
“It fits doesn’t it?”
She blinked when she noticed Wendy singing, listening as she walked alongside her. It was hard not to pay attention to her lyrics. Whatever Wendy did seemed to have some kind of core and a meaning to it, even the things that were not meant to have meanings.
She tilted her head as she looked at the girl. “I’d have to agree with you, seeing as it makes me feel nostalgic. And I’m not supposed to be the one feeling that way, am I? I mean, it feels like only months since I last walked with you, and for you...” Her brow furrowed for a moment before it went away. “It feels different, but I don’t need everything to be same to want to be here.”
tskinsplitting:
“No problem. It’s only fair,” they replied, sinking into their ( very, very comfortable ) seat ever so slightly. “I know about your brain things, so you know about mine.” It sort of went without saying that for Bel, that meant they enjoyed Hui jin enough to risk trusting him with that information about them. They were in the process of undoing their braid for the purpose of deciding whether they wanted to redo it but more tightly or if they wanted to pull it back into a bun when they responded to Hui jin’s question. “I wasn’t doing anything pressing. What about you? Busy day, or no?”
He gave a nod at being told that. He knew that there was a good amount of trust involved when it came to Bel telling him about what they occasionally experienced; it seemed that Bel knew that he knew, too.
He couldn’t help but feel a bit lucky. He had been hoping that he would get to know more about them, somehow -- even leaving out the whole not being human part, Bel was enjoyable company as a person. Intelligent and intuitive. If he had managed to gain the trust of someone like that, particularly after having attempted to kill them, then well... all things considered, he was really quite lucky.
He watched as they worked with their hair. It was a lot curlier than he had expected. “Good to know. I don’t think I had anything important either. I mean...” he pulled out his phone from his pocket, pressed the power button to show the lock screen, checked the top of the screen, then put his phone back in his pocket. “It’s hard to keep track of things whenever I get out of it... makes me prepare notifications for everything I do. I guess being double-prepared has its perks, though.”
prcternatural:
nobigdealnowadays:
He grinned. “Well that’s nice. Someone nice choosing to be a night owl like me. Another step closer to my dream of this becoming a trend and everyone else doing the same… having to worry for myself when I just want to take a walk while it’s cooler and well, easier to admire the streets isn’t so nice, y’know? I can’t imagine it’d be good for anyone else, either.”
He paused for a moment. Wind rustled in the branches of the trees planted along the sidewalk. “If you don’t come out too often… I’m guessing that you have a job that involves a lot of work with a desktop?”
Jeong yoon briefly tugged his mask back into place where the eyeholes had started to slip lightly off kilter. “What an agenda.~ Though, if everyone started staying up at night, it’d probably be too crowded.” In the pause, he was looking down at his shoes to ensure everything was still properly covered. “Hm? Oh, yeah. I do video editing. It’s nice, and I’ve got somewhat flexible hours, but it does kinda keep me chained to one place. What about you? You said you write?”
He hummed in assent when he heard the other mentioning it would likely be too crowded if everyone started walking at night. Couldn’t have everything, he supposed. Get company, then it’s not as fun... enjoy solitude, then it gets dangerous.
He gave Jeong yoon a grin at his question. He enjoyed his job and he enjoyed questions on it. “Oh yeah. Not books though. More like... I read books, watch movies and shows, maybe sometimes play games, then I comment on them on magazines. Well... I’m not supposed to make them sound personal but you’d be surprised how much opinion you can fit in so long as you choose the right words. I’ve got a podcast channel going on so that people can listen to my commentary, but it hasn’t made its breakthrough so far. I don’t know why.” He wrinkled his nose in a good-natured exaggeration of a grimace. In fact, his mouth was still grinning. “My voice is just the right thing to listen complaints to so far as I’m concerned.”
He adjusted the hood hanging at his back as he continued. “Video editing... that sounds like another job you can be creative in. I think I can relate to having flexible hours and having that stability. The time that you do your work might change, but there’s still that surety in what you need to do.”
prcternatural:
“Makes sense. I’d probably kill someone if I had to be stuck in an office for so long like that, I dunno how you guys do it.” He wasn’t joking. At all. In fact, now the demon was prying at this human’s mind a little bit, as if to see if he could find some source of ill intent in her head to potentially magnify. Usually humans couldn’t tell when he was doing that, but sometimes it gave them the shivers, and particularly sensitive or stubborn ones could tell that that was their cue to get the hell away. He hoped she wasn’t a sensitive or stubborn one. “This area is pretty nice to wander around in at night, yeah. Very twinkly.~”
She shuddered as she listened to him. She was quite sure that it wasn’t this stranger that had made her do that, no -- he wasn’t saying anything to make her react that way and he didn’t look particularly different from the easygoing way with which he had greeted her minutes ago. Perhaps it was time that she started wearing her thicker jacket to work. She had been avoiding doing that because it made her feel stiff and slow, but she could handle that if it helped her avoid getting all shivery out of nowhere while chatting in the streets.
She let out a small huff, smiling despite herself. “Sometimes it feels like I should be getting in that mindset a little more often. Nowadays I don’t feel much other than relief that they’re in there and I’m out here. Not working.” That was a lucky occasion that was harder to enjoy nowadays, and actually, now that she thought about it, she knew exactly why that was. She could handle most types of incompetence; if someone wasn’t good enough at their job merely because they were incompatible with it, that was more than fine. It was fixable. She would offer some words of advice as to which projects they could work on instead, they would be grateful, and she would write a word of recommendation for their transfer. Outright laziness and entitlement, though... it had been long few weeks trying to tolerate that without losing her professional attitude and getting personal.
She was seriously reevaluating her stance on that matter now that she was reminded of it, though.
My character has stumbled upon a magical mirror. However, instead of showing their reflection, it shows what they'd look like in an alternate universe! Send me a verse and I'll describe what they see themselves as in said verse, and their reaction to seeing it.
submitted by thelastknightofbalder.
skinsplitting:
A small smile of their own tugged at their lips. It was nice to get that little hint of a smile from Hui jin, especially after what he’d apparently been going through when they came across him originally. They pulled their legs up in their seat to cross them, resting their hands in their lap. “….I can’t say I’ve experienced exactly that, but. Similar things.” Bel seemed to consider what next to say for a moment and ducked their head before continuing. “I’ve definitely had some, ah… hiccups between me and my brain.” And also the separate entity literally attached to their soul. That could also be considered a hiccup. As they thought that, they felt the parasite’s consciousness shift against theirs and that translated to them as almost a huff and a crossing of it’s arms. They gave a soft chuckle at that. “What tends to happen with me, is… well. Everything is happening, and it’s happening so much, and everything that happened before is happening and it’s my fault and… Yeah. So, I understand some aspects of it, anyway.” It felt odd to divulge that much information about their mental health, but the idea that Hui jin would understand and, more importantly, not see them as weak because of it, made it easier.
He was watching as Bel spoke, his expression neutral but his gaze focused. He tilted his head in a small nod. “I see. I think I could... imagine what that’s like. Thank you for telling me. You already made it clear that you had an idea of it, but well, this...” He paused, shifting a little where he sat. “I think it’s hard to relate what’s going through in someone else’s head unless you’ve experienced your own thoughts getting the upper hand of you.”
Honestly, he appreciated what he had been told for reasons other than just being told that Bel was relatable to him and vice versa; something about the calmness and the demeanor of an expert he had seen during their first encounter had him feel that their qualities as a resident of the “Underworld” wasn’t the only source of their competency. Judging by the amount of time Bel had lived so far (which he didn’t know the exact number of, but he guessed that it must be centuries at the very least) they must have had a lot of occasions where they had faced enemies like him and beaten them. And knowing that they had survived that long with that long history of experience in battle, while dealing with the thing they just told him to be dealing with... well, that was something that he was happy to know.
After all, it wasn’t such a bad thing to find someone that he could respect in terms of strength.
He leaned back in his chair, feeling much more content than he typically was after one of his bouts of being disconnected from everything. His hands were placed on his laps with his fingers neatly crossed. “If it’s okay to ask... I haven’t pulled you from anything important back there, have I? It’s just a casual day?”
prcternatural:
nobigdealnowadays:
Oh… this person actually intended to talk to her. That was unexpected. Not unpleasant, but unexpected. She seldom found people that would turn a random greeting into a conversation – or perhaps that was just the way she hoped things would go when it came to encounters with strangers.
Not that she would be much more confident when it came to talks with acquaintances, though. The only people she truly thought she had stable ground when it came to conversations were her family, and even with them she found herself occasionally battling self-doubt.
She did, however, appreciate the way that the other was so casual in his demeanor, like talking to her was a very normal thing to do. “Hello.” She replied to his greeting, the small smile still on her face. “I suppose it is… or will be, anyway. It’s not completely dark yet.”
She half wanted to facepalm. Great start to a conversation with a stranger. The other half of her reminded herself that she wouldn’t have been able to find a different response if she tried and she probably didn’t care to.
He didn’t falter at her response; instead, he just smiled serenely, keeping his hands in his pockets. “It’s pretty nice out so far.” Honestly, he wasn’t a hundred percent sure why he was talking to her, aside from whatever unknown thing had caught his attention in the first place. “I wouldn’t expect someone like you to be wandering around outside so close to dark. Did you just get off work? School, maybe?”
She chuckled a little. “Wouldn’t you? I mean, I suppose it doesn’t apply for all office workers... but I didn’t happen to get overtime today and that’s a rare occasion. It’s part of the reason why the night view of the business district is so nice, I suspect. All those offices, lit through the night.”
prcternatural:
nobigdealnowadays:
Yu joon made an exaggerated grimace. “I look like a nice person? Dangit. My years of strategically building an image of terror, wasted.” He started to walk in the direction that he had just pointed at, his pace leisurely and his gaze turned forward. “So, like… do you come out in the night often like me, or is this just a sleepless night for you?”
Jeong yoon gave a laugh at that, soon following after Yu joon to walk next to him. “I usually come out at night. I mean, not that I come out super often, but when I do… it’s mainly at night.”
He grinned. “Well that’s nice. Someone nice choosing to be a night owl like me. Another step closer to my dream of this becoming a trend and everyone else doing the same... having to worry for myself when I just want to take a walk while it’s cooler and well, easier to admire the streets isn’t so nice, y’know? I can’t imagine it’d be good for anyone else, either.”
He paused for a moment. Wind rustled in the branches of the trees planted along the sidewalk. “If you don’t come out too often... I’m guessing that you have a job that involves a lot of work with a desktop?”
wendydemon:
Wendy felt like there was a stone resting on her stomach, but she didn’t let it ruin her mood.
“You’re really that young?” Wendy meant no insult by it. Really she was genuinely surprised. “I think I’m still going to see you as a older sister.”
Wendy gave a bit of a sigh as she lowered her sleeve. “Honestly I didn’t expect any of this. Didn’t expect I’d be this old before I’d see you again. Didn’t expect my arm to grow back either.”
“The prosthetic doesn’t bug me, it’s specially made…” There was a tension in the air, like she was going to add a ‘but’. She was directing her eyes elsewhere. “… Maybe we should go somewhere more private to talk?”
Jinah was not insulted; she merely grinned, rocking on her heels a little at Wendy’s response about her age and seeing her as an older sister. “Nice to see that some things don’t change.” She paused, her grin fading a little as she added -- “I mean it.”
Surely, it felt... strange, having Wendy be older than her. But then, there was a kind of consistency in the way she or Wendy spoke to each other. Or the kind of things that Wendy told about doing or having happening to her. Brutal. Made Jinah be more introspective than she usually liked to be -- without even forcing her to be. Maybe that was the kind of thing that she had abandoned when she cut off her ties to her existing family. It felt disturbing... and yet, irresistible.
She blinked at Wendy’s suggestion about going to a different place. “Sure.” She said, with no hesitation whatsoever; the only sign of concern was the small crease between her eyebrows as she looked at her.
Just a fun little character game. Fill in the below categories with 3-5 things that your character can be identified by. REPOST DO NOT REBLOG & tag away!
tagged by: @skinsplitting tagging: @wizarddommy @boyinredboots @daimao-the-second @walters-postscript
(Meme filled in for Hui jin)
EMOTIONS / FEELINGS:
001. intrigue 002. wariness 003. numbness
GREETINGS:
001. “Hello.” 002. "(your name)?”
COLORS:
001. army green 002. gray 003. rouge 004. electric blue
SCENTS:
001. iron 002. newspapers 003. soap 004. condensed milk
CLOTHING:
001. suit pants 002. army jacket 003. silk scarf 004. black undershirt 005. thick leather shoes
OBJECTS:
001. pocket calendar 002. crossbow 003. soldering iron 004. ballpoint pens 005. pamphlets (he reads anything in sight while walking)
VICES / BAD HABITS:
001. his career in general 002. leeching off his neighbors’ electricity (and causing them very confusing bills) 003. ending conversations at the first sign it isn’t going well 004. (occasionally) substituting meals with ice cream
BODY LANGUAGE:
001. miniscule shift in shoulders in a shrug 002. glancing in a different direction while thinking 003. shaking his head while laughing 004. fidgeting with his hands. for example, clenching and unclenching his fists (usually while reminding himself of something)
AESTHETICS:
001. subway station in the early morning, minutes before the first subway arrives 002. office rooms with large potted plants and ink paintings of bamboo trees 003. abandoned buildings 004. a paper box with receipts and letters written on post-its 005. grass forcing itself through pavement and bricks
SONGS:
001. “Gnossienne No. 2″ by Erik Satie 002. “Human Leather Shoes for Crocodile Dandies” by Caravan Palace 003. "거울 (Mirror)” by 국카스텐 (Guckkasten). translations of the lyrics under readmore
prcternatural:
nobigdealnowadays:
He shrugged when he heard about feeling weird walking around at midnight, shooting the guy a smirk. Walking around at night could get you weird looks alright, and he couldn’t really blame the people that did that; the world had a lot of terrible people and there was no real way to judge that the weird guy walking ahead at night you was not one of them. Didn’t stop him from taking midnight walks, though.
“Oh yeah, that’s typical schedule for me. Maybe I made so many excuses to think this way, but I can’t concentrate on writing during the day.” He jerked a thumb in the direction that the guy had been walking. “If you’re taking a walk, mind if I walk with you?”
“Makes sense.” Jeong yoon had his own little daily rituals, after all. He personally wasn’t a writer like this guy apparently was, but he was more prone to sleeping through the mornings and only being really productive in the evenings. That one he couldn’t even blame on being a tiger, either, he’d been a bit of a night owl for most of his life. At the other guy’s question, he hesitated for a moment. On the one hand, he really would like the company. On the other, what if he accidentally exposed himself somehow? He decided that his loneliness currently outweighed his paranoia and he nodded. “Go ahead. You seem like a nice person who isn’t gonna dump me in a river somewhere.”
Yu joon made an exaggerated grimace. “I look like a nice person? Dangit. My years of strategically building an image of terror, wasted.” He started to walk in the direction that he had just pointed at, his pace leisurely and his gaze turned forward. “So, like... do you come out in the night often like me, or is this just a sleepless night for you?”
prcternatural:
nobigdealnowadays:
She had been walking back home, not laden with piles of paperwork and also not having made to do overtime for once. She enjoyed work, but she was not really against having a little more free time in the evening either. That was the reason why she had been in a good mood, enough to let her glance linger on the person standing near; usually she tried to make as little eye contact with people as possible, being not at all sure she would say the right thing or just act the right way in general in case she was spoken to.
In this case, however, something about the person had drawn her eye aside from her current positive moods, and that something was, well, the general aura this person had about himself. Maybe it was the knife in his hands or the way he was dressed or the ease in his posture in general – she didn’t know what it was. But it was intriguing… in a nervous kind of way.
All in all, she paused, slightly surprised when she was greeted in the way she was. Then she gave a small wave as well, smiling shyly.
What exactly was it about this human that was so interesting to him? She looked, well.. average. In dress and mannerisms, anyway. He’d definitely consider her good looking, but a pretty face wasn’t usually what drew him to people. Maybe there was something in her that was subconsciously attracting his attention. Or maybe she just looked like she’d be fun to terrorize. Either way, he took her returned smile as an invitation to come closer. “Hi,” he greeted as he shoved his hands, and his knife, into his pockets. “Nice night, huh~?”
Oh... this person actually intended to talk to her. That was unexpected. Not unpleasant, but unexpected. She seldom found people that would turn a random greeting into a conversation -- or perhaps that was just the way she hoped things would go when it came to encounters with strangers.
Not that she would be much more confident when it came to talks with acquaintances, though. The only people she truly thought she had stable ground when it came to conversations were her family, and even with them she found herself occasionally battling self-doubt.
She did, however, appreciate the way that the other was so casual in his demeanor, like talking to her was a very normal thing to do. “Hello.” She replied to his greeting, the small smile still on her face. “I suppose it is... or will be, anyway. It’s not completely dark yet.”
She half wanted to facepalm. Great start to a conversation with a stranger. The other half of her reminded herself that she wouldn’t have been able to find a different response if she tried and she probably didn’t care to.
skinsplitting:
They were paying close attention to Hui jin’s body language while he moved to sit down. He certainly seemed to have a bit more direction than he had previously… that was good. It was a bit relieving to know that whatever had been going on with him had mostly passed. Their head tilted back to lean against the back of their chair. “Doesn’t surprise me. Seems like hardly anyone bothers to understand the things a person’s brain can do to them.” They turned their head to make eye contact with Hui jin. “Anyway, I just did what I would’ve wanted in a similar situation. I’m glad if it was helpful.”
He shifted his shoulders in a small shrug at the mention of people bothering to understanding what a brain can do to a person. What Bel was saying was very true, of course; he just doubted how much he could blame the people that didn’t know how to respond to his bouts of numbness when he himself avoided finding definitive explanations of them.
At their last comment, he nodded. “It was helpful.” There was a ghost of a smile in the curled corners of his mouth.
He paused, as if debating to say something more. He decided that he would. It wasn’t often that he thought he was talking to someone that wouldn’t exploit the information told about him.
“I would prefer if I could judge exactly when it’s about to happen.” He said, his voice low. “When it’s hard to think what I should do. Or maybe I just don’t feel the need to decide what to do when it happens.” He let out a sigh through his nose. “I’m aware that it’s my own hands and feet that I see on me. I may just have trouble believing it... even when someone lays a blow on me. Have you ever dealt with something like that?”
