the operator

no shortage of sordid, no protest from me. call me kwonnie. room 7. puppet mastery. d.i.d.

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/tries not to fidget because Yukwon feeling up his legs with his foot it fucking weird and physical contact is not something he deals with, especially with the bedroom eyes he’s been getting from the other; opens his mouth to tell Yukwon off for invading his personal space but stops because of course he would be getting yelled at for his eating habits,again} What the fuck? You were the one that ordered everything off the fucking menu—-shit…

{/rubs his face because he vaguely remembered something about Yukwon having multiple people in his head? Psychology was never his thing. All he remembered was a really grumpy, homicidal Yukwon trying to punch him in the face once, never again will he try to piss the other off. Leaning in slightly he tries to smooth things over things finally clicking together, he was no longer talking to Yukwon} Okay first of all, its fine. Peachy-fucking-keen, because we weren’t planning on paying, if anything the run out the door and as far away from here as possible will be a great damn workout. And second, I am no motherfucking parental figure, half the shit I eat can literally make you keel over. Dietitians would fucking hate me.

{/stares at all the food on the table and realizes that there is nothing green on the table but shrugs and keeps eating with a grin anyway because free food} What? No. If I was trying make someone fat everything would be deep fried and covered in sprinkles or something. Some calories never hurt anyone but I’d gladly ask for some whole carrots on a plate or something if its really that much of a damn problem.

[peaceplayakwon]

(/examining the beds of his nails as tox is speaking, hand held curled and eye level. he's almost entirely lost interest in a, tox, and b, the fuckery he and yukwon believe to be meal time. when he finally answers it's flippant, rolling his eyes briefly before settling them on toxs disgusting, albeit attractive, figure) sorry, did you say something? (smiles sweetly) 

(/drops his hand to rest on his opposing arm, eyebrow cocked in expectation) hurry up. i haven't been out in ages and i'm not going to spend my time in this dingy restaurant. (/leans back in his chair, crossing his legs under the table and subsequently pulling them from tox's personal space. although, ukwon doesn't really believe in the term personal space. how is it morally righteous to dictate free air space with obnoxious demonstrations of violence? the world would be a happier place without the social construct of personal space. which is to not to say that privacy is wrong because the two are not synonymous and ukwon is a strong advocate for privacy-) and anyway, the faster we get this shit you call comida out of my face the faster i'll stop harassing you, okay, papi?

 (/out of boredom and slight curiosity he scans the room for potentials before giving up quickly. it's not like he'll meet anyone worth anything here anyway)

[peaceplayakwon]

sunday

despite, or perhaps in spite of popular belief, sunday is yukwons Best Day Ever. it's a day for smoking and sleeping and laying in bed with a woman he knows well enough to pass a blunt with. insert a long rant about a holy day here but yukwon doesn't think there's anything less holy than an orgasm and more natural than a plant he grows himself. 

fuck, he's practically a spiritual farmer, spreading good vibes and wealth among the poor. 

he rolls out of bed lazily, pinching off his joint and leaving it on the dresser in favor of pulling on sweats and a t-shirt. his hair looks fucked up on eight different levels but there's no one here to impress anyway.

wandering down the halls, eyes half shut, he can't help but wonder what time it is. the sun is up but it isn't high and if he had to guess, he's somewhere in the 10am area. but he's high, and that's just a guess- his bigger concern is finding sustenance to fend off the intense starvation curling into the pit of his stomach. 

when he steps into the kitchen, something is off and that mostly has to do with the fact that there is no food?? in the kitchen??? where food is to be kept??? 

"where the fuck are the chips," he says, only to realize that someone is actually in the kitchen and he isn't just talking to himself. 

even better. maybe this guy knows what the fuck is going on.

yukwon looks at him expectantly, eyebrows high on his forehead. 

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/Tox felt himself bristle as Yukwon runs his foot on his calf, because what the fuck is happening to his dongseng who he thought was as straight as an arrow; ignoring all the red flags going up in his brain Tox decided to keep his ground as he raised an eyebrow and glanced at Ukwon determined not to press too much on the topic of the others sudden shift in gender attraction, even with a ten foot pole} Assuming you mean what I can do ability wise….I shall enlighten you!

{/offering the other a surprised smile Tox tried not to seem too surprised at the others ability because Ukwon would be able to fucking control people given his personality alone} Que pinche maravilla, nunca me lo hubiera imajinado…. {/by this point Tox was ready to ask what the hell was wrong with Yukwon because despite his own practically dead sex life and scatter-brained tendencies he was pretty damn sure Yukwon or who ever had possessed him was flirting with him}

What the fuck did they put in that food some kind of aphrodisiac—never mind I don’t fucking answer that….{/Tox was ready to just stab his hand with a fork because he would ask exactly what he was trying to avoid, but who could really blame him for wanting to know what was up with Yukwon’s attitude} Anyway! Back to what I can do! Short, sweet and to the mother-fucking-point…..poison generation is my game. {/doing the same as the other had done earlier Tox looked around at the tables occupied by people with a small grin, just barely laced with bitterness} Of course I can’t control anyone, buuut if it lives, breaths, or can be eaten then I can poison or kill it.  {/With his brain suddenly coming up with a horrible idea Tox felt a wide grin spread across his face as he looked at Ukwon because there was a pun just asking to be set free} Oh! But worry not! I’ve got everything under…control. Nobody will be getting poisoned, scouts honor!

[peaceplayakwon]

(/cocks his head to the side, one foot still positioned firmly between the others calves. they feel nice, firm, and ukwon wonders what exactly it is that tox does (besides him maybe) that keeps him so damn firm. then he thinks about what tox could do with those muscles and also maybe what else could he control) - (/he opens his mouth to ask but his eyes dart down to the table between them) what the fuck?

who eats this shit? (/he's thoroughly disgusted by yukwons eating habits and at tox letting him eat this way) why would you let him eat this? it's going to ruin my perfect body. (/it's absolutely ridiculous- yukwon is the only fucking one who eats like this. rj usually forgets to feed them and operator generally only eats red meat and the hearts of others- yukwon is the only one that consistently fucks up their track record because ukwon himself only ever eats salad and pineapple slices even though he fuckings hates pineapple) there is nothing green on this table- are you trying to get us fat? 

[xm-taekwoon]

sore, hungry, and tired

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon carefully follows the other’s instructions, biting his lip as he goes through the more delicate process of making the piece of artwork rj had created. It takes a while, but Taekwoon eventually comes up with a pale imitation of the beautiful crown that rj had made for him. 

He chuckles softly when he hears the other’s stomach grumble. Taekwoon tosses over his bag, “Here, help yourself. The lunch ladies pretty much expect me to clean out the cafeteria anyways.” Taekwoon himself is surprisingly not that hungry. He’d eaten maybe four or five hours ago. 

He places his newly finished grass crown on rj’s head before lying down on his back, hands tucked behind his head. “I’ll make you a better one later, I swear,” he says quietly, with a smile in his voice. 

[peaceplayakwon]

the initial shock takes an uncomfortably long time to to wear off, and for what feels like at least two thousand years, rj just stares at taekwoon, lips parted and eyes wide. if this were one of those stupid tv shows ukwon watches, he might be tempted to touch his face or his new crown or clutch the others bag like a life raft. 

instead, he stares. and then he smiles. and he nods. 

because the sound of taekwoon making him a promise is unfairly sweet. 

"actually," he says softly, because he's still in enough shock to make decisions he normally doesn't, "will you come to the kitchen with me? the s-staff leave after the sun goes down and i just- i haven't eaten dinner." 

and what he means to say is, thank you for your snacks but i really need real food and hey maybe you could come with because you're sweet and nice and!! continue!! to be around me!!!

but he doesn't say any of those things. just blushes and stares pointedly at the swaying gross. 

[fuckyeahblockb]

[peaceplayakwon]

smiles on rampages

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

( ` puts down the book for a moment and glances to yukwon, eulsa forgotten because he’s a little surprised that they had found something they had in common so quickly ) it is interesting, in a manner of speaking ( ` he admits that it is. it wasn’t all that bad; sometimes, if one liked danger and high temperatures ) i’ve been here and there… like musa ( ` he smiles a little at the nostalgia and looks down to flip through the thick book again, though this time it’s just mindless flipping and reading without registering information because his focus has been moved to yukwon; a pretty interesting character indeed ) other than that i’ve pretty much been stuck here

[peaceplayakwon]

musa's nice, (/and he says it like it's an agreement between the two of them, as if they've made it so) but you've gotta see jungsoo in the summer. (/smiles lazily and lets the chair fall forward, elbows resting on the table, attention mostly focused on myungsoo) we could go sometime.(/because friendship with yukwon is easy as long as you don't touch his stuff or cockblock him and myungsoo doesn't look like he has enough game to do either of those things) i've got a house there, off the coast. (/and he leaves out that he usually throws giant weed parties there because he's trying to make a friend or something and he heard once that you shouldn't overwhelm someone seconds into the conversation)

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/stares blankly at Yukwon because he wont just settle for a simple conversation no, because he is just like the twisted little brother Tox never wants to have as the other asks a question that can literally be answered in a shit-ton of ways because how else do you ask a question then by completely fucking around with the person}

You twisted little—this! Right here! Is why I like you and don’t at the same time. Yukwon your habit of getting under my skin so easily it’s fucking remarkable, really it is. It’s a bit like that warm fuzzy feeling some people get only it’s not warm and fuzzy…moorrreee like having the inside of your chest filled with honey and having it fed on by irritated fire ants.

{/solidifying his blank stare into something more intense Tox figures he can try to play at Yukwon’s game but his curiosity makes for a horrible strategical game tool, so tossing the metaphorical chess board across the room it’s technically still his turn to make a move, and fidgeting aside it doesn’t seem like hes got anything to lose but Yukwon would be someone to have Tox think otherwise}

Clarification. That is the move I shall use to counter your earlier one. Meannniing….clarification would be nice if you don’t want me to give you some ass-hat answer to your oh so interesting question orrrr I can literally babble on about what I can do in general… which can be something like how I can eat a bag of York Peppermint Patties and not give a fuck or speak Spanish.  

[peaceplayakwon]

ah jeez, hyung, if i didn't know any better, i'd think you were flirting with me! (/cue shit eating grin, cue an almost imperceptible change in demeanor, cue a wrist without cartilage, a straight back, and eyes that linger rather than dart. ukwon wonders how long it'll take tox to make the connection that he's not talking to the same person and yukwon has taken a vacation somewhere off to the side with all the other irrelevant personalities. frankly, ukwon believes himself to be the only one of fucking importance) 

what i mean is- (/and this is the part where ukwon flashes his best coy smile and slides his foot up the others calf) what can you do? 

(/blah blah blah analysis of meaning blah blah blah lee ukwon flirts with yukwons favorite hyung and just ruins everything blah blah blah he's kind of a slut blah blah blah. he can't help it. tox is pretty fuckin' hot, and maybe he's got a thing for men in black) 

i, por ejemplo, (/and he can't fucking speak spanish, just fucked a guy for a long time who could and those things rub off eventually) can control things with my mind. (/his eyes flicker to the people across from them) them, (/looks back to his plate), this chopstick, (/looks back into tox's eyes) you. 

[musicalblogging]

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[xm-taekwoon]

sore, hungry, and tired

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon bit his lip an nodded. He didn’t really see a use for making a grass headpiece, but it was welcomed all the same, considering he didn’t make many friends at the Institute. “Yeah, the one you made was really nice…” Taekwoon mumbled, unsure if he was saying the right things. It sounded awkward to him, never having had an opportunity to exchange pleasantries with someone like this before. 

"Thanks for teaching me," he smiled tentatively at the other, "I don’t think I would learn any of this stuff if you weren’t willing to teach me." Taekwoonbit his lip a little and looked over at the other, thinking that he would find a way to thank him for being so kind. 

[peaceplayakwon]

a sweet, dimpled smile takes over his face and rj nods quickly and then starts to pull grass from the earth, carefully, making sure that it doesn't tear anywhere besides the root. 

"first," he explains softly, "you need three strong pieces of grass." he holds up his own grass first, cocking his head to the side as they stare at them together, moving gently with the wind, brilliantly green in the sun. it's beautiful and it saddens him a little that in a few days time, these blades will no longer be green and beautiful, rather sickly and yellow with death. 

he shakes aside his feelings and moves so that he's sitting on his knees in front of the other, explaining each step carefully, encouraging taekwoon to try each step on his own before further explanation. 

behind them, the sun begins to set in the sky, hunger settling in rj's stomach and before he knows it, they're halfway finished a head piece and he's starving.

he laughs nervously when he stomach grumbles loudly, interrupting his train of thought. 

"sorry, i guess i was hungrier than i thought." 

[peaceplayakwon]

Nonsexual acts of Intimacy - Select from the following for my muse to respond to...

♔ : Finding your muse wearing their clothes

♕: Holding hands

♖: Having their hair washed by your muse

♗: Your muse falling asleep with their head in my muse's lap.

♘: Cuddling in a blanket fort

♙: Sharing a bed

♚: Head scratches

♛: Sharing a dessert

♜: Shoulder rubs

♝: Reading a book together

♞: Caring for each other while ill (specify which party is which)

♟: Patching up a wound

♤: Taking a bath together

♧: Your muse playing with their hair

♡: Accidentally falling asleep together

♢: Forehead or cheek kisses

♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.

♣: Back scratches

♥: Your muse crying about something

♦: Slow dancing

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/he chooses not to comment on Yukwon’s current table manners because it is in fact Yukwon and he has a smart comment for literally fucking everything before he simply rubs his chin a realizes there is literally a fuck-ton of information neither Yukwon or himself would want to nit pick through; he opts for the main points and the ones hes most familiar with}

Okayyyy…so! Basically you have the legitimate products and businesses, but the means that business and products get paid for are basically illegal. There is a shit ton more stuff there is going about the black market but you have your five main categories that make it up that literally branch out to anything you an imagine. Criminal drugs, illegal economy, unreported economy, unrecorded economy, and informational economy….all pretty much self-explanatory.

{/shaking his head a little he tries to think of a few examples} Basically you can find yourself in the biological organs, arms trafficking, or even the damn illegal logging department…that shit makes a fuck ton of money believe it or not….

{/sits back in his seat slightly as he drums his fingers on the table slightly tilting his head to the side} I myself have found a nice cozy spot in the illegal economy in a small branch consisting of prohibited natural and or artificial goods due to their certain properties. But that’s the gist of it…..any more questions?

[peaceplayakwon]

(/more questions? yukwon can think of a billion straight away but he thinks he's pretty much exhausted tox of his finite knowledge. probably. or maybe yukwon just doesn't want to talk about it anymore. so he shrugs a little, smirks from behind his glass, and sips tea until enough time has passed that the conversation is dead) 

what can you do? (/he says after a moment, shoving noodles around his plate lazily. it strikes him then that it isn't far that tox is the only one who gets to tell secrets, yukwon wants in on the party too) 

(/he waits until tox begins to speak before feeling outwards, mind wrapping around tox's, forcing the other to quiet down, place his hands in his lap and sit like the good little boy he's never had the chance to be. yukwon smirks softly) 

what's wrong, cat got your tongue? 

(/mischief flares in his eyes before he lets go completely, allowing tox to return to his normal position, handing his mind back to the rightful owner) your turn. 

[nohnohnohnoh]

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/Tox couldnt help but grin as Yukwon mentioned giving no fucks about his mutation even if he still hadn’t known what exactly it was, but there was no rush in actually fully ruining their meal by saying he generates poison}

Fan-fucking-tastic then! Seeing as how you give no fucks about the subject then I might actually consider enlightening you on what my special talent is…later of course annnnd that is if you actually want to know or else you can just keep silently guessing to yourself. I don’t give a damn either way.

{/waiting fot the waitress to remove all the empty plates Tox couldn’t help but see how much Yukwon didn’t care about mutants and it stirred his own curiosity about where exactly Yukwon stood on the matter. Getting back to making money, having shared his mutant aspect it did give him a bit more leeway for his explanations as long as he didn’t mention most of money was indirectly made because of the Brotherhood}

Welllll thennn…. going through wallets of those fucking annoying anti-mutant protesters at rallies is always fun way to make money…even if you might have to crack a few skulls afterwards…then there’s more tedious things like pedaling more explicit drugs but you know that already…maybe making someone disappear or causing them bodily harm for a price…even vandalism and property damage can rake in money….ohh and the black market is always there, full of things you can’t always get your hands on…really just take your pick and roll with it, you have connections so it should be even easier. 

[peaceplayakwon]

(/yukwon actually cannot believe just how much of the world he's missing out on. here he is, fucking around with dirty swimming pools when he could be surfing in the goddamn ocean) - (/it's uncomfortable to him how entirely sarcastic he can be with himself) 

(/his mouth is full when he starts talking but he doesn't care enough to talk, choosing instead to mumble around rice and seaweed) tell me more about the black market, 

(/because that's something he can definitely do. it's not like kidneys are important and livers grow back anyway. it won't eat at his conscious to force someone to cut out their own organ and then sell it. he's practically doing a good deed. people on the market really do need the organs or something. he swallows) the other stuff is kind of petty, hyung. 

[xm-taekwoon]

sore, hungry, and tired

[xm-taekwoon]

Taekwoon flushes and plays with a few blades of grass. “I umm… thanks,” he mumbles with a small smile. Maybe he was wrong about the culture of gift-giving. Maybe the other didn’t necessarily have to reciprocate the gesture. Either way, Taekwoon was grateful for having someone do something for him, just for his company. He wasn’t used to having people enjoy his company of all things. 

He shrugs at the question, “Anything you want to teach me,” he smiles a little, “Or whatever you think I’ll be able to copy.” Taekwoon chuckled quietly. He’s not artistic, and he has a feeling that his lack of artistic ability will make itself known pretty soon. 

[peaceplayakwon]

rj thinks, eyes watching the way the grass ripples in the wind, brushing against his ankle with every gust. the urge to paint or film or write or something strikes him, desperate to document everything his less responsible counterparts tend to oversee. 

the longer he stares at the grass, the more he wonders about it. is it anywhere else? do any other planets have grass? is it all the same? are there different species of grass? 

"we could try the same thing," he says absently. "as your hat-thing, i mean." 

there's that strange rolling feeling in his stomach again. 

"it's really easy and we'll never run out of grass so you can just keep trying!"

[shortvideosandstuff]

[peaceplayakwon]

smiles on rampages

[xm-kimmyungsoo]

hm… ( ` makes humming sounds as he thinks about the question even though it sounded pretty easy enough. it sounded like a pretty long essay too but, easy enough. ) don’t you have the question written down somewhere or something? ( ` myungsoo asked but judging from kwonnie’s enthusiasm about the assignment so far he could already guess the answer. he glances up from flipping through the thick encyclopaedia of eulsa to find the right page and gives a shrug ) heukyang ( ` he replies simply because it still kind of stung to think about how he left home to come here )

[peaceplayakwon]

nope, (/rolls his head to the side, staring up at the ceiling. heukyang, huh? (/what a lovely place to call home and by lovely he means slicing his finger open and then shoving it in hand sanitizer) i used to live there. (/grins) for a bit. (/and by live there he really means fucking everything with a house and selling a lot of drugs) it's... an interesting city. (/pushes back from the table, leaning back in his chair and balancing precariously on two legs) ever been anywhere else? besides here, i mean. (/and suddenly yukwon doesn't actually give a fuck about his paper. so what if he fails history? it's not like anything's really going to come out of his education anyway) 

[peaceplayakwon]

buy me shit

[xm-leeminki]

{/stops his actions ans simply scans Yukwon’s face because this was when he could usually see anything from fear to anger in peoples eyes when this topic was brought up, and honestly he wasn’t expecting such a straight forward question but then again it was Yukwon. So leaning in Tox simply gives the best answer he can think of while not wanting to completely ruin the meal with being a part of a rebel mutant supremacy group}

Wellll, to keep things simple, that mayyybe be the reason why I don’t like stepping foot in Inju despite that being our hometown….that and because I was chased out of the fucking town…but it beats being locked up, cut open or….just flat out being killed on the spot like some fucking animal. I’m still a fucking person, whether they fucking like it or not.

{/leans back just slightly so he isnt in Yukwons face but still close enough so others wont eavesdrop as he just starts to fiddle with anything from his glass of water to the plate of food in front of him, Yukwon wasn’t stupid but Tox really couldn’t predict how the other would react and his seemingly calm demeanor meant he wasn’t all that much of a stranger when it came to mutants}

If you have something to say on the matter then by all fucking means please speak what comes to mind. Though I’m not fucking leaving if you’re bothered or any shit like that. There’s still food on the table and paying or not it would be a damn shame to let it go to waste. 

[peaceplayakwon]

(/yukwon breathes a mental sigh of relief. tox is kind of an idiot, but that probably works out for the best for them both. he smirks) i don't give a fuck. (/he can't help smiling, because yukwon has always known about tox- no one could possibly be this crazy without a mutation, but it seems tox has no idea about him) 

(/this is the opportunity to come clean to his hyung, but mutations have never really been on his list of priorities. he was just curious)

(/he flags the waitress down, gesturing for her to take away empty plates because they're blocking the full plates of food and distracting yukwon of his true goal of eating everything in sight. fuck a mutation, noodles are what's really up)

anyway, (/he shrugs) cash is cash, hyung. (/flashes a grin) i don't care how you make it.