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@phchanyeol-blog
He’s so pretty…..😭
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“How did you get into photography?”
“Is it more like a hobby or a job or-?”
“You said you can handle yourself, what skills do you have?”
“Do you hurt yourself a lot?...you carry a lot of bandaids.”
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“Why the hell would you voluntarily sign up to die and/or kill people?”
“Was it worth it all?”
“Why do you come and watch fights at the Crimson Ring?”
“How does your power work again?”
“Can I touch you? Cause I want to try it out.”
Matter of Control
@eunji-ph
Chanyeol was a bit thrown back when a young and beautiful woman came to talk to him after his fight. He was even more surprised when he recognized her, the young woman who won the Jindallae Tournament three years ago. Champions really didn’t come into the void zones much, honestly why would they when they can just live in luxury for killing everyone else who participates? Maybe Chanyeol was a bit judgmental of those who participated in the games, and it probably showed on his face as he just stared down at her for a while.
This day was just getting odder and odder, a beautiful woman showing up at the Crimson Ring for him, a Champion no less, and they are asking him for his help. Raising an eyebrow he’s fairly interested now as she wants his help. That’s something new and exciting that doesn’t happen every day. Wincing a bit as the medic started to tend to his wounds, he kept his eyes on the young woman, still curious about the whole ordeal.
“If I help you...What exactly am I helping you with?” He asks raising an eyebrow before running a hand through his hair, trying to think about something he could possibly help the Champion with.
Send ⁇⁇ and my muse will blurt out any and all questions they've always wanted to ask yours.
Naeun considered herself to be someone coward. She wasn’t able to fight because she feared of violence till the beyond. She always found her inner core trembling with frustration once it riles up. but, they were moments where she manages to build up the courage. Yet, there she was. Her camera’s strap weighing on the nape of her neck as her slender fingers gripped for her bag as she headed towards her direction. As the female always imagined, the slums were a visage that she found herself cringing towards to. All because the brunette somehow had hope with crossed fingers that it was better than Naeun was told about. Never was the case. Despite such, it didn’t backtrack her from her mission as her index finger pressed against the button that wrote the countless of stories. The stories that Naeun felt at the moment that pondered within her ears before her trail of thoughts were halted once hearing a male voice bounces through her.
Her head tilting towards the source, but halting once he approached her closer. the calamity resounding on them causing her to let the tense on her muscle loosen. As his fingers reached for her hair that had her jewelry tangled, his ripple of words not stopping. Which, Naeun found herself being flooded with gratitude because most wouldn’t have minded to tell her such. The instance passed before her ear caught her necklace being clasped back on her neck. Her head turning towards the other with genuine happiness out of his generous act, her smile wide enough.
“Thank you.” The only words exiling before her gaze faltered to some of the bruises that decorated him, her fingers reaching for her bag. Her fingers grasping for the two small tubes of ointments and a few band aids stacked on them. Her hand extending towards the taller, “Might as well return the favor with this. Seeing how many wounds you have, this will hopefully benefit you at one point.”
Chanyeol was happy to see that he did not scare the woman too bad with his sudden approach from behind. Now that he thought about it, if anyone had done that to them, he would have assumed that he was being attacked. Poor soul, if anyone ever done that to him they probably would have been on the ground with a twisted arm, possibly even a dislocated shoulder. ‘Yeah this wasn’t your brightest ideas Park Chanyeol’ he thought to himself. He was very lucky to come across a trusting woman, which also worried him because what if someone without good intentions approached this woman? Now he was growing worried for the safety of the strange photographer who didn’t seem to realize what sort of danger lied in the void zones.
“It’s no problem really, but you should be more careful in a place like this. Not everyone is as nice as I am.” He said with a small frown on his lips. “I could have stolen or hurt you...Does anyone know you’re here? Someone expecting you to come back at a certain time?” He said starting to sound like a worried old man. It’s just, the void zones really were not places for the weak of heart or well, weak period.
Blinking a bit Chanyeol was shocked to see what the stranger was holding out to him. After a few seconds of processing what was happening a large and goofy grin spread across the tall man’s lips and he let out a rather deep laugh. “You carry these around with you? Looks like you’re a little more prepared than I thought.” He chuckles some more before shaking his head and taking the ointment and bandaids offered. “Thank you as well.” He says glancing at them once more before shoving them into his pocket. Really they probably wouldn’t do much good with the injuries he receives from the ring, but they would come in handy whenever he decides he needs to cut something for cooking purposes.
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♠: Your muse adjusting their jewelry/neck tie/ etc.
It was really interesting to see someone snapping photography shots around the slums, really there was nothing fancy to capture in a moment of time. Then again not all pictures were meant to be beautiful, maybe this woman was trying to get a realistic point of view across, let people know the reality of what they had to live in day in and day out. It sort of reminded him of people who took war pictures or disaster pictures to educate the public on what’s going on, because more people would probably respond better to visual images, reading was just too hard.
That cynical thought made him chuckle a bit before noticing that the necklace the photographer was wearing had come unhooked in the back and was only staying on because it was slightly tangled in their hair. “Don’t freak out okay?” He says walking up behind the woman starting to untangle the chain from their hair. “I’m not here to hurt you, just, your necklace came undone, I don’t want you to lose it. If you drop it in a place like this, you’ll probably never get it back.” He said honestly, trying to be as gentle as he could, not wanting to pull her hair and hurt her. Untangling the chain from her hair he finally clasped the necklace shut and smiled softly. “Alright, there you go.” He said taking a few steps back, smiling softly. “Be careful alright?”
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
Calm the Beast
@phxljm
Park Chanyeol had finally found the power that completely took him over rather than him taking it over. The match was the most spectacular spectacle that anyone had ever saw that the Crimson Ring. Chanyeol’s opponent was a man with Berserker Physiology and as soon as he laid a hand on him, Chanyeol was able to mimic that power. What he didn’t realize was that with Berserker Physiology, if you haven’t learned to master it, you completely succumb to it, meaning all rationality is tossed out the window. Chanyeol had no control over his emotions or actions, he was on a complete path towards destruction that did not stop with his opponent. Once he had taken down the original owner of the Berserker Physiology, he did didn’t stop at just him, he started to move out of the ring, trying to get to anyone else he could find.
Of course this was not safe for the patrons that actively came to watch the fights, so the rest of the boxers and fighters came to try and take him down, try to calm him down. Although they were able to keep him in the ring, it seemed like Chanyeol wouldn’t be calming down anytime soon. Fortunately there was someone in the audience that new a guy that could help.
“M-Mr. Lee! Please it’s an emergency, no I’m fine, but please!” He begged the therapist. “There’s been an incident at Crimson Ring, we need you right away! One of the boxers has gone crazy and he’s attacking everyone! Please come right away!” The patron said before running out the door, scared for his own safety.
Reunited
@phxmyungsoo
Chanyeol had been running short on free time lately with the Jindallae Tournament coming sometime this month all sorts of kids and adults had been signing up to fight in the Crimson Ring as practice, meaning that Chanyeol was overbooked and worked for fights. He had nearly lost too, nearly being the key word, but because of that he was definitely suffering from sore muscles and bruised tissue, not to mention he was pretty sure the last kid to got his nose really busted it up. He wasn’t looking forward to screaming in pain in front of everyone setting it back in place, so he decided he’d just do it at home.
Glancing down at his watch it was getting pretty late, really he didn’t have time to do anything other than patch himself up, maybe run an ice cold bath and then go to bed. That seemed to be his normal routine as of lately. Really though he had this one...project he wanted to complete, that he’s been trying to complete for just about two years now, but with little free time, it’s still something he’s been putting on the back burner. Maybe he’d be able to look around more when the tournaments happen, everyone is interested in watching so he really didn’t have much work to do. Hopefully that time will come soon enough. Sighing softly he ran a hand through his hair, wincing softly with a yawn.
Something, or rather someone, caught his eye. He could make out a figure in the distance and wondered what someone else was doing out so late. Then again this really wasn’t a good area to be around in and people seemed to like walking around at night. Giving out a low hum Chanyeol shoved his hands into this pockets and decided to just keep walking towards the figure as that was his way home after all. Maybe the didn’t want any trouble, after all Chanyeol was out this late and wasn’t looking for a fight, he could only hope for the same from the other.
We Take Care of Our Own
@phxkuro
Chanyeol had just finished with one of his fights, honestly it wasn’t that exciting, it was just a kid who was in too over his head to realize it. It’s ‘wins’ like these that got under Chanyeol’s skin the most, these kids were so young and so full of anger and hate that they thought that fighting was the only way out. That the Jindallae Tournament was going to solve all their problems, naive little kids. They had a better chance of dying than winning, and if they did win? Who said life was going to be any better? Maybe you get some perks, but was that really worth killing everyone to survive? To survive in a situation you voluntarily put yourself in the first place? He hoped that him knocking these kids around gave them a sense of reality, after all if they couldn’t beat him in a fight, what made them think they were going to be the next Jindallae Tournament Champion?
Lost in his own minor inner rant he almost didn’t notice Kuro walk in looking rather sulky. Another kid that broke his heart, a girl who fought, but not for the Jindallae Tournament like the rest of them. He didn’t understand her much, but that didn’t stop him from wanting to take care of her and protect her. “Yah!” He called out as she got closer, he noticed all the cuts and bruises on her form, this kid skipping out on after care again. “Did you walk off again without taking care of your wounds? You’re going to get them infected one day I swear.” He says with a scowl, ignoring his own wounds that he was supposed to be dressing to focus on hers. “Come here,” He says tilting his head at the bench he was sitting on, first aid kid sprawled out in front of him.
“Come tell me whatever’s making your forehead wrinkle like that,” He said pointing to her head. “You should tell me what’s bothering you before you get permanent wrinkles at eighteen.”