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⇢ and so they inquired, does wisdom perhaps appear on the earth as a raven which is inspired by the smell of carrion?

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Every Step You Take || Bom and ??? || Open

It was the time of night where most of the light had gone from the skies and the island.  Bom had been wandering over the island, hunting out new haunting grounds since early afternoon.  Time had slipped through her fingers, and suddenly it was late, and the woman was far from home.  She wasn’t precisely sure where she was, but it was someplace on the far edge of one of the zones.  The darkness was closing in around her, pressing against her irises like a thick woolen blanket.  Her ears were similarly muted, the only sound being that of her shoes smacking against the pavement.  

Bom was not one to be afraid of the dark.  She was confident in her knowledge of the city, and in her safety with the used of her powers.  Tonight, however, she had wandered far from her usually places, someplace she had not seen before.  She seemed to be surrounded by a gloom so deep, so impenetrable, that Bom felt like the only person on the planet.  The redhead reached an intersection, and slowed to a near stop, glancing one way and then the other.  Down one direction, and perhaps her eyes were tricking her in the murkiness of late night, there was movement, as if someone in the distance.  

Unsure of the source, and not willing to find out, the young woman yanked her leather jacket tighter around her frame and went the opposite direction.  She picked up the pace as she went, her feet beating an uneven tattoo against the sidewalk that echoed all around her.  Minutes passed, and she began to notice something odd.  Her footfalls were louder and more offbeat than before.  Bom ground to a halt and, as she did so, the sound of steps halted as well.  Carefully she glanced around again.  

Somewhere behind her, she seemed to see a figure once again, standing against an unlit lamppost some fifty feet behind her.  Her heart leapt from her chest into her throat and started beating so fast she could hardly breathe.  Unreasonable terror caused her to start again, almost running, hoping that her eyes and ears were tricking her…why was she being followed?  A breathless whimper puffed from between her cherry colored lips.  “Fuck.” 

[phxraven-blog]

With his pockets literally stuffed with money, and the obvious absence of major bruises, that’s how you could tell that the crimson ring had treated him well. There had been some significantly big wins and, equally, some painful losses -- but luckily none of the losers thought as far as giving him a beating, as most of them settled for going after the first person to mouth off. And the best part of being a bookie was that none but him knew just how much money people had bet, which enabled some of the money to miraculously remain in his pockets when it necessarily shouldn’t. Desperate means, and all that.

Even so he was in no hurry back to his apartment -- not when he was soaring above the many neglected rooftops of the void zone’s outskirts. And especially not now, when his night vision had improved drastically. He could see without light, and right now the streets felt much like an anthill that he couldn’t help but to spy upon. Raven had observed the silver zones from afar like this for quite some time, yet he had never been able to do so after nightfall. Until now. As he decided back and forth whether he’d dare make a little loop over the Minduelle district the blurred, yet distinguishable, features of a familiar person caught his attention.

The black wings beat with ease, near silent in-between the many seconds of gliding high above, at a distance. It seemed as if he had noticed the strange figure much earlier than she had, and so he continued to hover above, occasionally circling the sky as if to not get too far ahead. At first he was just being his good ol’ curious self, and he didn’t for a second think that Bom couldn’t protect herself, but it soon became crystal clear that the situation just waiting to unfold wouldn’t be a pleasant one. He couldn’t hear much but the wind in his ears, yet he could see the growing panic in the way she moved.

Maybe he should mind his own business, but the slight guilt of actively spying on her ought to warrant some kind of compensation.

And so the winged man immediately dove towards the stalking figure. When he was a handful of meters above the other he spread his black wings again, parachuting his motion and rightfully giving the person quite a scare. Immediately afterwards he began to beat his wings again, pushing the other against the ground in a crouch as the strong winds he conjured left little to no room for free movement. That’s as far as Raven had planned to go, though, and with one final, more deliberate gust, he swept down in-between his friend and the man. The huge wings spread once more, now to nearly blow the other off the ground and push him back several steps. To make sure he caught the drift, he continued to send one strong gust after the other to basically force him down the next block -- and after that the man voluntarily rounded a corner and disappeared.

Just slightly out of breath, more so from the previous flight than what had just occurred, Raven collected his wings behind his back and turned to face Bom instead. A lopsided smile spread across his lips, and his voice ever so slightly apologetic. “I kind of saw you in passing, I hope you didn’t mind. It looked a bit too stalker-y to be harmless.”

[phxamber-blog]

hiraeth.

@phxraven

Home. That word brought nostalgia and longing to Amber. It was a word filled with memories of a much simpler time: a time filled with freshly made pancakes on Sunday mornings, rustling newspapers, and the teasing of an older sister. Amber sighed, eyes glazed over from a trip down memory lane. She shook her head; that was the past. It’s not like she could exactly relive it. Yes, she missed her home, her family and friends, but they were safer now that she was on Jangmi Island. They were far away from her barely controllable powers, and although she was lonely, it was worth it all. They were away from her monstrosity, and she would do anything to protect them, even isolating herself. The days on Jangmi Island weren’t particularly lonely, but she felt herself missing the little house she called home more often than not. Most of the time, she wondered if they were doing okay without her, if they missed her.

It was a quiet day at Cafe Legato, peaceful and calming with the light music she had turned on to fill the almost silent gap of noise. A few clinks and clatters of mugs and cups echoed throughout the room, but those were still few and far in between. The lunch rush had come and gone, and now it was only filled with a few customers who seemingly had nowhere else to be: mostly college students or people just looking for a place to wean wi-fi off of. Her trained eyes scanned the small crowd of people, looking for any cups that needed a refill. Seeing Raven with an empty mug was already carrying her over to him, standing before him with the jug of hot coffee. As usual, his wings filled the expanse of the area surrounding him, and she couldn’t help but marvel at how beautiful they were. They were definitely magnificent, big and commanding attention. 

“Hey there,” She said, careful to not disturb his peace or thoughts, smiling softly, “Sure is quiet in here at this time of day, huh?” 

The silence settled in between the both of them for a few moments as her eyes glazed over before she shook her head, clearing her thoughts again. “Do you want a refill?” She lifted the jug she was holding, tilting her head to the side and awaiting his answer. 

[phxraven-blog]

Raven had never been shy, nor did embarrassment come easily, yet it had become a habit of his to occupy the table furthest away, closest to the wall. Not because the far from discreet, constant glances (or blatant stares) made him uneasy -- as most thought. But because his wings were trampled more often than not. Like this he could easily let them cross behind him on the floor, and that relief outweighed the rumor of being a social outcast any day. Admittedly he might look like he’s scheming some terrible plan akin to that of a villain, but when did he not?

With that said he always steered clear from the lunch rush and the handful of humans it always promised. Unlike most experiments he couldn’t really hide his differences, and he did prefer to drink his coffee in peace. His coffee which, after that last sip, left his cup empty. Yet Raven was too comfortable to leave, even if his wallet didn’t necessarily agree with him. Not that another coffee or two couldn’t be easily provided for during the coming late night at the crimson ring.

As if he needed an external push to make an active decision, he caught Amber’s stride towards him when his eyes flickered up from the clean surface of the table. Effortlessly his lips pulled into a familiar smile, and he straightened up from his previously hunched stature to greet her. “Hi”, he shifted in his seat to get more comfortable, “yeah, it’s like night and day, isn’t it? Though I’m sure it’s nice for you to get a breather, that lunch rush must be brutal.” Not that he knew much about actually working in a place such as this, yet he had never once looked at a barista during rush hour and thought ‘gee, I’d love to trade places with them right now.’

Maybe the assumed tiredness was cause for the slight shift in her gaze, but Raven instinctively felt that wasn’t the case. Call it a hunch, as that’s all he could describe it as, but hunches could be true, too. He let his fingers trace the cup until it reached the handle, in which he hooked on to, and pushed, the cup forward just slightly. “I think I could do with a refill.” His eyes flickered up as he looked back at her. “And a chat, maybe? You’re welcome to take a seat if you have the time.”

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⇢ tracker

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writing ⇢ @ravixph (starter), @phxcarnage (reply), @phxamber (reply), @phxbom (reply), @phxmarion (starter)

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HC + Pain

physical pain has always been something changsun knew how to handle. you’re dealt a fair share when you’re boxing every other day, and even then he didn’t blink an eye at the promise of a 100% chance of hurting himself. not to say that he didn’t feel it just as intensely as anyone else, but he typically knew what he was getting himself into, and that made the pain more bearable. after a while he got exceptionally good at removing himself from his physical body – as he should, because it takes a certain kind of dedication and detachment to file his wings down, by himself, each morning for an entire year. he could will himself so far from that physical situation in front of the mirror every day that he did it on routine, without extensive mental preparation. by now he is more than capable of tuning out physical pain, so long as he is well aware of how and where it hurts. then there’s emotional pain, and changsun has yet to find a way to cheat the system on that one. he will feel it, embrace it, live it – but it takes a toll on him, and he needs time to get back on his feet after going through something painful. he can learn from it, and move on from it, but it’ll be taxing. break every bone in his body and he’ll get through it like a champ. inflict significant emotional pain and he might just crumble beneath you. he’ll build himself up, but not before thoroughly breaking down.

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Hc + Goals

changsun has never been a planner, but he has always set goals for himself to work around that minor flaw. he has a goal for everything, and by knowing what his goal is, he can give himself some leeway when it comes to how he gets there. all roads lead to rome, and none are inherently good or bad – they’re equally capable of teaching a lesson through experience. his biggest, most tangible goal is to leave the island, closely followed by the goal to re-invent himself when he is no longer living as a figurative animal locked in a cage. but he also has plenty of other, less pressing goals. when he was younger, his biggest goal was to be happy: now it has changed to “feel everything”. he’s also got one goal to always be creative, another to be kinder to himself, and a third to do things that makes him happy. but then there’s also the goals to always savor a meal, meditate once a day, laugh once a day, needless to say he has found a way to stay motivated by setting goals (but not necessarily planning how to reach them) – be it big, distant, time-consuming ones or small, repetitive and easily executed ones. setting goals doesn’t stress him out, it inspires him.

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HC + love

he has loved in an abundance, and truly appreciates the fact that love simply can’t run out – not for him, at least. familial love, platonic love, romantic love, love of life and love of the self. changsun is a lover to the very core, and it has done him so much good. by loving others he found more peace within himself. love gives him strength, and he could never live without it. being loved, and having the chance to love, is his genuine answer to the time old question: “why are we alive?” with that said, however, he has recently reached a point where he’d like to pull the breaks and jump off – because unrequited love makes the ride hellish and near impossible to endure. for the first time he hates that he loves, and that he can’t fall out of love as quickly as he fell in love. he still believes in love, but feeling so strongly for someone who he knows won’t reciprocate the same affection is devastating. he is still a lover with every fiber of his being, but now he truly respects love for the double-edged sword that it is.

[derangcdarchive-blog]

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⇢ elysium

[sbxhaneul]

Jonghyun’s eyes had began to droop only a few minutes after that he had pulled his shirt over his head and settled down on on the bed, legs neatly crossed as he leaned his forearms onto his kneed, allowing the length of his back to stretch out, muscles relaxed to not disrupt the lines being drawn onto his body. It was strangely relaxing, simply sitting still and allowing Changsun free reins and full access to whatever inch of skin he desired, having no need to do anything. Although always calming, it was not something within the ordinary for him to be able to feel this at peace, his powers always making themselves known as a mental sensation of faint crawling beneath his skin, the energy always charging through his body much like the blood in his veins, if only far less steadfast and predictable; tonight however, his powers were only a mellow buzz at the back of his mind, soothed by excessive use, a fact also made clear to the world by the near snow white strands falling into his eyes.

He was pulled out of his near half asleep state by the sound of Changsun’s voice, moving one arm carefully to raise his hand to rub a knuckle softly over his left eyelid – he’d have to remember to remove the contact later. “Sounds tedious, don’t hurt yourself.” Came his slightly belated response, voice slightly gruff from lack of use, still the undertone of mirth was impossible to miss.

The task of keeping the field of surge that normally surrounded his body like a thicker second skin barely required any concentration with the low force of the energy inside him, so he allowed himself to focus more fully on the movement of the tip of Changsun’s brush dragging over his skin, creating whatever the older man had decided upon drawing this time.

The question had his brows furrowing as it registered in his mind, ever the analytic person, despite his sluggish state, he took his time to mull over his answer. He had known Changsun for nearly ten years now, disregarding the time where they were separated in the labs, years in Jonghyun’s own case, and he trusted the man, although he had never thought of putting a level on his skill of leading other people. Muscles flexing beneath his skin, possibly risking to mess up the path of the elder’s brush strokes if they were unfortunate, he turned his head to look at the other. Brown eyes thoughtful as he studied his face. “I suppose? I only know how you used to handle criminals, so I would say it depends on the situation and the people you are faced with. It would be unfair of me to judge your ability with so little grounds to base it on.”

Hand unconsciously raising to rub at his eye again, he let out a vexed sigh at the slight sting. “Sorry, I need to take this out,” he mumbled under his breath before shifting, flinging his legs over the side of the bed to stand up, fingers carding through his hair, pushing the white strands back only for them to fall back over his forehead as he headed to the adjourning bathroom, leaving the door open as he faced the mirror above the sink.

“What’s up with the random question though?” He questioned, glancing at the older man briefly before directing his attention to the mirror, the act of removing the contact something he could likely do in his sleep by now. Plush lips pulling into a faint frown as the unmatched eyes of his reflection met his gaze through the mirror. Perhaps he set the case for his contacts down onto the edge of the sink a little bit harder than necessary, if so, he took no note of it, having already turned away from the mirror, and started to make his way back into the bedroom, this time settling for laying on his stomach on top of the soft sheets. “Is this okay?” He had no desire to make it hard for Changsun to reach, mindful of the other’s wings, and the slight inconvenience they could cause the man if he positioned himself wrongly.

[phxraven-blog]

“Watch it.” He muttered in a low voice laced with concentration, yet the smile tugging at the corner of his lips spoke of no ill will. Instead he dipped the tip of the brush in water, watched the color dissipate and then proceeded to blend a less intense tone of yellow.

Raven let the brush stop mid-stroke when Jonghyun spoke, and the color pooled into a neat little spot, but that was easily salvageable. It’s not like he was painting a masterpiece that would have to withstand the toughest of critics. Instead he looked at the younger male, quietly, as if to deduce what he would say -- because this was important, even if the other didn’t know it yet. The absence of “no”, however, was all the acknowledgement the winged man needed. His friend was blunt to a fault, and he knew for a fact that he always voiced his most sincere opinions, so however vague that answer was in theory, it meant the world to him. A form of relief spread within him, along with a sense of pride, and it was with that renewed energy that he finished the stroke and let the brush hover in the air.

“It’s okay, go ahead.” Raven reached for the small glass of muddled water to make sure it didn’t topple over as the other got up. He had managed to keep his cool, but as Jonghyun made way towards the bathroom he could feel that pride swelling in his chest, along with the pure adoration he harbored for the electricity-wielding individual. Maybe his heart was beating a bit faster, too. All he truly knew was that he was thoroughly fucked, yet he could do close to nothing about it -- aside from wiping that stupid grin off his face before his friend threw one more glance back at him. “Oh, you know...” Raven hummed and looked down at the watercolors, idly circling the brush over the cake of yellow. What he wanted to say was near sacred, that’s how much it meant to him, which in return made it hard to find the right words. So instead he continued to twirl the brush until the color it held was bright pink.

Either way he waited until Jonghyun was back, and he let himself settle down comfortably before letting go of everything that could potentially ruin the newly made bed. “Yeah, that’s close to perfect.” He moved a bit further onto the bed to lift one leg over the man beneath him, and his left wing followed suit to spread out and dip over the opposite edge, before he carefully sat down on his butt. “There, now it’s perfect.” For a split second he grinned, before getting a proper grip on the brush again to continue where he left off. This way the angle remained the same as before, and he wouldn’t have to strain his head trying to paint a rotated figure.

But the question still hung unanswered, and Raven bit the inside of his cheek in thought. “I want to leave the island...” He began thoughtfully, his eyes focusing on the brushstrokes but his mind alert. He hadn’t said this out loud before, and however articulate he was in his own head, it was hard to find the right words. “I mean, I will leave the island. I’ve thought about it a lot these past couple of years, and I’m not getting any younger.” He continued to paint a wing as if on routine. “I’m not going to stay here any longer than I have to, and I feel like I should actively do something, anything, to make sure I can leave sooner rather than later. But I can’t do it on my own...” He took a natural pause and dipped the brush in water, twisting it to see the color seep out and fade away. “And I’m thinking that I might not be the only one who wants to find safety somewhere else. And if I’m not the only one... why not unite?” By now he let the brush stay submerged in water, his eyes now focused at the back of Jonghyun’s head. The younger male might think that all of it was complete rubbish, yet he held on to the hope that he wouldn’t, and as wishful thinking goes, that he might agree to the point of helping him.

Again, Raven was certain that he could make this happen without Jonghyun, but he didn’t want to.

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⇢ elysium

@phxcarnage

Perched at the end of the bed, his legs were folded and his wings slightly crossed where they met at the floor. To not fall backwards at the additional weight of his feathered limbs, Raven kept leaning forward. One elbow was rested on his knee while the other arm moved effortlessly, drawing carefully chosen lines on his own, fully living canvas -- the vast expanse of bare skin Jonghyun so humbly offered him where he sat with his back facing him. Nothing was more therapeutic than this, and it was the closest he’d get to reliving his childhood dreams without actually tattooing someone.

And the younger male wouldn’t know that he had been doodling electric type pokémon for the last fifteen minutes until he actually looked in the mirror.

“I’ve been thinking...” Raven mused, eyes fixated on Zapdos’s tail as he wracked his mind trying to figure out what he wanted to say, and how to put it. A lot of ideas had been forming in his mind lately, ideas that perhaps were a bit on the under-cooked side, yet he found himself genuinely believing in them. He was on to something... something akin to a burning desire that couldn’t be put out nor controlled. This island was as much of a prison as the actual prison had been, and he was sick and tired of being locked up.

A few more moments of silence followed as he continued to draw on Jonghyun’s skin, absentmindedly adding onto the trail of electricity that connected all of the currently drawn figures. “Would I make a good leader?” Personally he thought so, as he always had been the leading kind. But sometimes your own image of yourself clashed with how others perceived you, and how would one lead a group that saw you as incompetent? Not that he assumed his friend to think so poorly of him, but he wanted some kind of confirmation from someone he trusted.

With that question hanging in the air, waiting to be answered, the winged man slipped back into silently drawing on bare skin. Yet he was more alert than ever, constantly sorting through his thoughts and opinions in preparation for the following conversation. He knew about Jonghyun’s affiliation with Lotus, yet he also understood why he had turned to them in the first place. Of course he wanted the other to show not only support, but to participate, in what Raven had planned for the future -- (a refuge without him would be a sad thing) yet he didn’t know if he could count on it.

But it was worth a shot, and he knew that he had chosen the right person to discuss this with first. Jonghyun would always be first, whether he agreed or not.

[phxraven-blog]

⇢ requesting allies

i have this listed on my plots page too, but i felt the need to give it some special attention. if you’re interested just hmu on tumblr im and i’ll love you for all eternity!

raven is currently in the process of, not creating per say, but exploring the idea of forming his own rebellion group. it would focus on actually leaving the island and find somewhere they can establish themselves and call their own. a place where they can live in freedom, be self-sufficient and not run the risk of being brutally slaughtered for entertainment’s sake. what i want with this plot is the journey it takes from an idea to form to the actual process of recruiting/establishing said rebellion group. it won’t happen overnight, and i would love to write those encounters where they sit down to discuss their values,  goals and aspirations, but also the more trivial things like deciding on a name or jokingly coming up with ridiculous matching outfits. so what i’m looking for is characters who share the same desire to, first and foremost, leave the island and find someplace safe (since society as of right now isn’t safe) aka. someplace remote where they can build a temporary safehold and then continue their work from there.

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on rainy days

it was uncanny how often it poured whenever he planned to visit changsun, as if the weather was always scheming against his agenda for the evening. on second thought, perhaps it worked to his advantage exaggerating the “drenched kitty” look that would have melted the iciest of hearts, and changsun’s was no exception.

it was at this hour–eight in the evening–that sehun perched on top of the windowsill and waited for changsun to notice his punctual arrival. recently, he hadn’t been visiting every few days like he used to, but he was finally back to his old routine of mewling outside until he’d be allowed inside. at first, his only motive had been to spy for suspicious activity; however, as tuna filled his kitty-belly and calloused fingers offered him head rubs, the true purpose of his random visitations blurred.

now, he reveled in the simple joys of observing his new companion and viewing through the lens of a smaller creature how this particular human he had befriended behaved in the privacy of his home. sehun had kept him company on lonely nights and listened with an almost human-like glint in his eyes when changsun ranted or rambled about his day. 

tonight, he dreaded the cold void of his own home and sought the window he knew was always glowing warmly, even through the curtains of rain that matted his fur. he sat on his haunches, shivering involuntarily from the chill that seeped through his soaked pelt, and raised a pebble-sized paw that rapped impatiently on the glass. once, twice, the grey-speckled kitten clicked his tiny nails against the surface that had been dulled with his previous attempts at entry, and waited for changsun to fetch him out of the dreary weather.

‘what’s taking him so long?’ he questioned with a huff, his frustrations only voiced by meek, but angry mewls.

[phxraven-blog]

Perched on the couch, with his wings hung over the backrest and neatly folded against the floor,  Raven was fully immersed in the hand-held device safely secured in his grasp. None of his roommates were to be found, which meant that he got the entire place to himself. Even so it usually just meant occupying the entire couch and not having to worry that anyone would step on his wings. That, and he could cook anything he pleased without having to share -- that was highly underrated, yet thoroughly appreciated.

Though having his nose all but literally shoved into the 3DS as he fought the elite four for the hundredth time, he didn’t quite register the feline sounds outside until the battle faded out and the volume went down. But when he did, he was quick to save his progress, toss the console aside and lift his wings enough to easily slip off the couch and head to his bedroom. Everything was a slight mess, as it always was, but it was organized chaos if anything.

Raven immediately spotted the drenched cat on the windowsill and he was hit with a pang of guilt, purely because the animal looked so wronged. The feathers rustled as he made way and moved to open the window as soon as he reached it, the pouring rain hammering against the ground outside. Just the slight breeze he let inside was enough to make him shiver, so how cold wouldn’t the cat be by now. “I wish I could buy you an umbrella...” he murmured and picked the cat up to cradle it with one arm while closing the window with the other, and within seconds part of his shirt was as wet as the animal he carried. “You’re completely soaked. Let’s get you dry, yeah?”

He had moved way beyond questioning the ‘why’s and ‘how’s of this adorable little creature, and simply decided to cherish it while he still could. Even so he refrained from imagining the fateful day the feline would stop showing up. Better not jinx it. Instead he grabbed the nearest, cleanest towel and began to gently dry the fur on the cat’s back and neck. Raven really didn’t know that much about cats, but he assumed that feeling warm and dry was a universal desire for most individuals.

“Are you hungry?” He asked as he navigated through the living room, though not at all bothering to move that one wing who hit the couch and kind of just slid atop it before it dropped over the armrest and he continued on. Again, he didn’t know much about cats, but he still anticipated either a confirming meow or a declining... silence? He’d rather have that than a pair of sharp claws swat at him. Regardless Raven nudged the fridge open while continuing to dry the unfortunate soul off, eyes scanning what little they currently had that could possibly be suited for his much welcomed guest.

[florizels]

Freedom is not an inner, psychological something—but more like physical grace. It is being what, who one is.

Susan Sontag, Godard’s Vivre Sa Vie

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