off the deep end.

[sylynx-blog]

wanna do a ship meme for octavia x lynx? x)

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— ➣ who hogs the duvet ?         whoever gets it first! they would both like the warmth, but definitely do it so that the other would need to cuddle closer.— ➣ who texts/rings to check how their day is going ?         even when octavia doesn’t check her phone often, lynx would message her every now and then. to know how she’s doing, what she’s up to. to actually reach her, he’d call, but on other occasions, he would text her so that she can see the messages when she is free.— ➣ who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts ?         although lynx would do a lot of research on it, i feel like octavia would be a lot better at it than him. he’d be more surprised at her gifts than she would be at his.— ➣ who gets up first in the morning ?         due to lack of a schedule for the hacker, i gotta go with octavia. he may be up in the mornings (still working on something from last night) but he wouldn’t wake up early.

— ➣ who suggests new things in bed ?         octavia’s more experienced and lynx would be very eager to try pretty much everything? so even if he simply heard of a ‘new thing’, he’d probably ask her and offer to do it together.— ➣ who cries at movies ?         a tough one, i’m gonna say it depends on the movie. lynx wouldn’t expect octavia to cry, but if it’s a particularly sad one, i feel like both of them could.— ➣ who gives unprompted massages ?         lynx would know better than sneak up on her, but if they’re alone and lounging together, he definitely would. and since he himself sits on a desk for hours on end, and ends up getting a headache, octavia could give him head messages maybe.— ➣ who fusses over the other when they’re sick ?         he’s awful with practical knowledge and cooking, and his first resort is usually looking it up online. which is why he’d get extremely worried, tripping over his own feet because he has little idea about how to take care of a sick person.— ➣ who gets jealous easiest ?         since he hasn’t been in many relationships before, gotta go with lynx again. she’s way over his league, and he wouldn’t know what to do with it if he saw someone else flirting with her. he probably wouldn’t talk about it properly, just sulk instead, which surely wouldn’t be very nice.— ➣ who has the most embarrassing taste in music ?         octavia’s music sense is probably very unique, while lynx downright listens to embarrassing shit. synth pop, dubstep etc.— ➣ who collects something unusual ?         octavia! she has all sorts of things in her room, voodoo dolls and trinkets alike.— ➣ who takes the longest to get ready ?          i’m gonna say both of them need a long time to get ready. they would probably fall into a routine of preparing to go out together, from picking clothes to accessories, to make-up and shoes. — ➣ who is the most tidy and organised ?       octavia, the only organized thing in lynx’s life is his desktop.— ➣ who gets most excited about the holidays ?        i don’t think either of them are too fond of traditional holidays. maybe hallloween? it would be fun to dress up, go out and have some pumpkin spiced drinks together. — ➣ who is the big spoon/little spoon ?        they switch! depends on the occasion.— ➣ who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports ?         i feel like even though octavia hasn’t played many computer games, she would win nevertheless and that would make lynx very competitive. he wouldn’t mean anything bad by it, but he’d be shocked and kinda upset she is better at games he has spent his entire life playing. so he’d probably push her a few times so that they can play again and again.— ➣ who starts the most arguments ?         i feel like they become very heated when their buttons are pushed, but i don’t think it would happen suddenly. probably something either of them doesn’t mention / keeps to themselves, something little (such as lynx getting jealous or peeved by an interaction) — then it would gradually grow and turn into something ugly. at worst, they would be regretting the things they said, and at best, one of them would run off and let off some steam before they can discuss what the hell just happened.— ➣ who suggests that they buy a pet ?         with their situation now on the ship, i think both of them would know a high maintenance pet would be difficult to take care of. lynx would still suggest it, but maybe they’d settle with something smaller. — ➣ what couple traditions they have ?         going on adventures together; when they are planet side and there’s a local myth, abandoned house etc., they couldn’t keep themselves away from it, eager to figure out what was wrong about said place. they would also try out exotic drinks at different bars, and when they’re too drunk to remember, there would be truth or dares, many of which would be followed word by word. lynx would also try to coax out stories from her, things she has done after their first meeting. he would love to hear about the voodoo dolls, and trinkets, having no idea what they mean. they could also play a lot of drinking games together, alongside trying a lot of things in bed.— ➣ what tv shows they watch together ?          maybe mystery stories? spooky movies and thrillers, but i feel like they would also laugh their asses of to some stand-up acts. it would depend on which mood they would want to set, but i think it would be a little of everything.— ➣ how they spend time together as a couple ?         similar to traditions above, i think they would enjoy doing thrilling activities together (pg and r-rated, but what i mention now is pg). lynx has little experience on how things work outside of his computer, while the opposite can be said about octavia, so i think they would spend time trying to figure each other out, since what they do is completely different. other than that, i believe they would fall into a routine easily. octavia wouldn’t be surprised when lynx plays a game upside down because of a dare, and lynx wouldn’t be surprised if he stumbled upon her doing a ritual. they would just grin and ask if the other needed help.— ➣ who made the first move ?         without expecting anything remotely romantic, a drunk lynx could insinuate things and make the first move. the rest of it would depend on octavia.— ➣ who brings flowers home ?         rather than flowers, i think lynx would decide octavia likes artwork of dried flowers, so he would bring them to her if he saw she liked them.— ➣ who is the best cook ?        octavia! he unfortunately can’t cook, and knows it’s better that he is away from the kitchen.

[octaviazhu]

the hacker

[sylynx-blog]

octaviasy:

( ... )

her smile at him is gentle, blue eyes seeming to glow in the dimmed lighting of the screen behind him. he can see her face clearly she’s sure, but she can’t see his quite as well, his silhouette glowing in an outline of the screen’s light behind him. it doesn’t matter truly what he looks like right now. “why are you alone here?” she asks, a frown etched onto her lips, slight, but he can probably see it if he looks. her gaze flicks to the screens behind him. “are you… very good with these?” she tilts her chin up to point towards his computer.

     his eyes wide, he watches her every move, heart thumping in his chest so loud that he thinks she can hear it across the room. the sword looks too menacing for him to try anything else, and he binds his arms around his knees, his eyes wide as he tries to figure out why she's here. a thief maybe ? but there's hardly anything precious in iseul's room, save for a computer and some clothes. maybe this person's after his parents ? but that doesn't leave him with many guesses either, and he feels the fear spike until he sees her sheathe the sword, leaving him more confused but less afraid. if the weapon's not around for now, there surely must be something else she's here for.

     "y-you're not ?" her words surprise him still, both the tone and what they consist of. her voice is soft, not matching the menacing image that was standing in his doorstep a few seconds ago. and if she's not here for him... then — "why are you here then ?" he can't help but ask. perhaps it's not the best decision since she just had a weapon in her hands, but iseul hopes it won't hurt. the smile looks genuine, that much he thinks, although it's hard to trust someone he hasn't seen before, someone that shows up so late at night.

     the boy bites his lip at the question, giving her a small shrug before he replies. "my parents are away. they usually are. i have a teacher on weekdays, but i'm... usually alone on the weekends."  there's a pause before he adds on. "besides the house workers of course." she asks yet another question he doesn't expect, and it takes iseul a short moment before he realizes she's talking about the computer. he nods, almost shyly, his own eyes flitting towards the monitors before settling on her face again. "i... suppose i am." there's things he can say, and things he doesn't want to say to a complete stranger. the things he has learned to do on the computer fall under the latter category, so he settles with a short reply.

[sylynx-blog]

“could you make someone a fake passport if someone asked you to?”

     it’s yet another occasion where lynx has found the co-pilot seat empty and promptly made himself comfortable on it, legs crossed under him with ease. they have done this enough times that kinam isn’t surprised, and lynx knows it isn’t a bother when it’s only the pilot occupying the cockpit. stars laid out in front of them, the hacker has foregone bringing his laptop this time, it’s so late at night that it is technically early morning.

     he remembers how this started quite well; how he used to worry ( still does ) about kinam being too alone up there, and taking his shot at bugging him while the older worked. and as the amount of time he spent in the cockpit increased, so did his own curiosity, too many different buttons adorning the console that he had no idea about. however, almost a year passed since that, and now, he takes pride in knowing what most of them do. even though it’s purely theoretical, it’s more than enough.

    after lynx’ questions about piloting, they had begun to fill the silence with easy conversation, falling into a routine where both of them were content. the hacker felt like there was a line between what was too much and what was small talk — and their own definitions coincided well with one another, of which lynx was grateful of. both of them knew that there was no need to dwell on the past or the person they used to be, who they were at the moment was enough, and usually — lynx’ laptop was there to fill the rest of the silence, at his room or even at the cockpit sometimes.

     it’s one of the first occasions this time, an easy conversation of their latest trip planetside, what each of them has done in their free time. sometimes it’s the two of them who go on a trip together, but usually, they have different plans, different people to tend to. it’s more fun to go back and talk about those things anyway, and laughter echoes through the metal walls of the small room, lynx unable to stop laughing about yet another story where kinam has run off after a cute animal.

     a few minutes later, silence takes place, and lynx gladly fills it with his own boasting about computers, finding similarities from kinam’s story for an old job of his, one that he’s quite proud of. the team he had worked with had different identities each, and after he finishes telling the pilot about it, the laughter he expects doesn’t meet his ears. it was a funny anecdote, thank you very much. the hacker thinks and voices out loud, turning his gaze to the side to see what made kinam so quiet all of a sudden.

     "you good ?“ he knows how kinam looks when he’s focused, and he always is when flying the ship — yet this time, there’s something lynx can’t recognize swimming in his features, something the hacker can’t put his finger on. he waits for a reply, and the silence that stretches out is unlike the comfortable ones they share. no, this one is… stilted, turning the air thick.

    there’s a moment before kinam talks, and if it wasn’t for the pause beforehand, lynx wouldn’t search for something else underneath those words. he finds himself unable to reply back as quickly as he normally would either. his eyebrows furrow, lips pursing as his face turns sour, as if told a horrible joke that he can’t find any humor in. it sure sounds like that anyways, but a part of lynx tells him it isn’t, and that part is more than enough to make him heated. “are you ruttin’ around ? if so- this isn’t funny, you dick.”

    he uncrosses his legs, and his feet step on the metal floor with a loud clang before he shifts his body towards kinam, his eyes searching to find some trace of laughter, so that kinam can tell him he’s just messing around, that there’s no truth behind the words he has just uttered. when he sees him avoid his gaze and look intently at the front instead, lynx can feel his heart drop to the bottom of his chest. “you - you dick —” the words aren’t as loud as he would have hoped, and putting it all together is as simple as one plus one.

    “are you leaving ? are you actually leaving ?” his voice is loud this time, bordering on a yell, his hands clutched to fists as he feels his face go redder by the moment. there’s a whirlpool of emotions going inside, betrayal, rage, sadness — and they only increase when kinam fails to reply, to refute the accusation, to convince him otherwise. this time, the silence is more than enough and lynx is angry, so so angry—- betrayed, so much that he doesn’t know what to do. the memory of a few days ago is still so fresh in his mind that the betrayal amplifies tenfold. maybe kinam knew it all along — maybe he was planning it for weeks, months — and he is actually going to go through with it ? he’s… leaving ?

     anger unlike lynx has known before runs through his veins, a poor mask above all the hurt he feels. “fuck you.” is all he lets out as he shoots up, one finger pointing at kinam as he speaks. “you — you — fuck. i can’t believe this. i don’t fucking want to see your face again —-” and with that he runs out, slamming the door behind him, eyes wet as he finds his way to his room and locks the door.

[sylynx-blog]

𝚂𝙸𝙷𝙽𝙾𝙽 𝙴𝚂𝙲𝙰𝙿𝙰𝙳𝙴 | ‎한이슬  ( moodboard 003. )

                                              i’m   𝓈 𝓉 𝒶 𝓎 𝒾 𝓃 𝑔   u p                                                i  don’t   𝖜𝖆𝖓𝖓𝖆   come                                               𝔻𝕆𝕎ℕ from  your  love                                               we’ll get 𝚕𝚘𝚜𝚝 together                                              ｌｅｔ   me   ｆｌｏｗ

[uranodioning]

“are you a top or a bottom?” i’m a threat

[sylynx-blog]

🍺 weren't you close to ephraim? what made him leave?

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    his whole body tenses up at the question, features going blank for the shortest of moments — it feels like a low blow, that’s what it is, asking him that when he’s so drunk, when he can’t immediately put up a wall and tell the question to fuck off. but he can’t. it feels wrong to brush it off now, not in the way that he has been doing since the chef left. even though the words on the paper seem to be written by someone objectively curious, it feels like an accusation, and he exactly knows why it does. because that’s what he has been pushing down for days now, the guilt that rises up in his chest that he ignores, again and again, his eyes grow glossier, his hand gripping the edge of the counter tight. now that what he’s been ignoring for so long comes up to surface, he’s vulnerable, unable to brush it off, unable to not answer this time.

    “i — i was.” step one. it’s the first confession that leaves his mouth, his tone quivering as he looks down, shutting his eyes close. it feels like everything comes at full power after that, the dam breaks, leaving him alone with the flood of thoughts he did his utmost best to avoid. that alone carries some guilt with it, but it’s nowhere near the reason why he feels so guilt-ridden about it all. what makes it all even worse is that he knew — maybe not all, but he knew of the things that clouded ephraim’s mind, a small part of the things that woke him up at nights, covered in a sheen of sweat. he remembers that ugly noise that left his throat as he tried to hold it all back. lynx has witnessed some of it back at ariel, but the difference was that ephraim had opened up in serenity, — not too long ago, mere weeks before he left. with lynx’s own worry bubbling up more and more every day, the other had opened up and talked to him, when they were both tangled in the sheets, in each others arms. with the hacker so full of concern for the change in the other, they were both too vulnerable, too quiet for lynx to act like he didn’t care.

    perhaps it was always clear that he did care, and when ephraim finally opened up to him, lynx had felt responsible, worried — but glad that he could be a place where ephraim could open up, tell him things in full trust, belief that it would be for lynx’s ears only. and after holding him close and murmuring him poorly constructed reassurances, he had opened up too, albeit little — it was more than he ever did in years. it was to show ephraim that he meant something to him, that lynx trusted him back, that he was there no matter what. he knew he was awful at things like this, emotions, reassurances, people — there was a reason why he only slept around and has never been in a relationship before, but this time, his concern for the other had been more powerful, making him want to be some sort of comfort to his dear friend.

    and then, when he thought it had worked, when he thought maybe, just maybe he had helped — the other had vanished into thin smoke, leaving nothing but lynx and his questions behind. there was nothing to do, but it had hurt, that ephraim couldn’t find it in himself to stay after everything. the hacker knew that he himself didn’t matter much in the grand scheme of things, but losing a friend had hurt, one that he had thought he would have during the entirety of his experience on serenity. he had trusted that ephraim would always be there so much that he had never thought of the possibility that he might simply leave, that someone else might be tending the kitchens when he wakes up one morning. if anything, he thought it would be him who would jump to another job — but ephraim’s departure had stung, in a way that he never thought it would. it was foolish to trust again perhaps, it was foolish that he had let someone in, someone that would also, eventually leave. why was he so foolish to believe it would be different this time — hadn’t his past proven him wrong so many times ? why was he so awful, so gorram’ awful at helping people — so useless at something that should have been innate.

     he doesn’t realize his cheeks have dampened a little before he furiously scrubs the wetness away. when he opens his eyes, that damned paper is still there, digging into his soul, awaiting his answers. and there’s little he can say, words fail him so often, it wouldn’t be a surprise that they do right then as well. “i was close with him — i thought i was close —-” he corrects himself, because as selfish as it might be, it feels too much of a stretch to say that now. “i — i don’t know. i don’t know why he left.” the words leave his mouth in a rush, his eyes growing wetter as he looks down, one hand going to the bottle to fill himself another shot of tequila. “maybe i couldn’t help him— or i wasn’t good enough — i don’t — i don’t know.” and he doesn’t , the confident, boisterous lynx feels small, lost, useless, the alcohol rendering him even more vulnerable than he initially felt about the subject. “i have no idea —- i —- don’t ask me.” and with that, he takes another shot, pulling his sleeves to press hard against his eyes, curling in on himself.

[sylynx-blog]

🍺 have you ever been in love

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      the easy-going grin on his face falters a little, turning into something only ‘ slightly ’ sour, but perhaps it’s easier to detect than he’d like it to be. “why the fuck are you being a buzzkill ?” he lets out, hardly managing to not bite back as he wants to. it’s a joyful occasion, or well, he wants it to be. whenever he drinks, he doesn’t want to think about anything, let alone something as absurd as love. “it doesn’t exist —” is the first thing he lets out, a defense mechanism of sorts, because to lynx, it does sound as nonsensical as a fairytale. he looks down at his drink, turning the glass with his fingers, the grin long gone by now, having given its place to a full-on frown. if it wasn’t for the numerous drinks he just had, he’d brush it away immediately, but this time, it might have struck a cord, much to his chagrin. 

     he takes another shot almost immediately after saying that, but he would seethe at the implication that it has got anything to do with the question. of course, it does, but lynx would deny it with all he had, despite the fact that it’s all he’s thinking at the moment. all the instances where love should have led people’s actions, he had seen anything but love, the mere idea of it managing to bring down families, mess people up for good. his hold on the glass tightens to a hard grip, his eyes staring at the table in front of him. on one hand, there’s all the things he has seen, lived and survived through, people hurting each other, hurting him— anger in the man’s eyes, all of the messed up relationships he has witnessed, people left behind with hollow looks in their eyes. and on the other hand, there’s that fairytale representation of love, in movies, in books, that overdone image of couples holding hands, looking at each other with lights in their eyes. and lynx doesn’t know — he knows numbers, binary but this, thinking about this gives him a headache immediately, making him feel like a lost child all over again. 

     because such thing can’t exist — can it ? and if it does, why hasn’t he seen it before ? is it possible that it went past him for so long, and that it’s his fault he has never managed to stumble upon it ? that last thought bites more than anything else, and he sinks his teeth to his bottom lip, his eyes wide as he feels his entire mood shift. he doesn’t want it to, but it’s inevitable. “it’s not... real. and if it is...” what then ? what can he possibly do ? “i have never been in love. and statistically speaking, it doesn’t seem likely that i will.” it’s what he concludes it with, and he pours a drink soon afterwards to the brim, taking a long swing from that as well. his hands are shaking a little as he looks down, and he grips the bottle and the glass tight, not wanting to be seen like this by anyone else. the words he has spoken are what he believes in, but it doesn’t necessarily mean that it’s what he wants to happen. he doesn’t know, he doesn’t, and there’s nothing he can do but drink.

[sylynx-blog]

🍺+ if a tree falls in the woods does it make a sound?

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     he squints at the question, too drunk to comprehend why the person is even asking that. “of course it does —-” lynx lets out with a pfft, putting the glass down, a few centimeters away from its aimed destination. it shakes and some of the alcohol spills to the desk, but the hacker is unaware, a pointed glare aimed at the piece of paper. “imagine like — you have a runny nose but you fart. you can’t smell it, but it doesn’t change the fact that it is a fart.” he feels like the person will understand that better, yet when the words leave his mouth, they do sound kind of horrible, no matter how drunk he is. “look —” with that, he equips his ‘i know it all’ tone, though it is surely more slurred than usual. “it’s physics man. provided that it’s not a vacuum, and that there is air so that sound can travel, it will.” there’s a pause before he continues. “and the tree must have a mass, also there must be a gravitational force of the planet so that the tree collides with the floor. y’know, if it’s a normal tree in normal woods, it will make a sound.” proud of his answer, he nods before taking another swig.

[sylynx-blog]

i’m ghost-proof.

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     he simply stares, long and hard, squinting as he tries to make sense of jaewon’s words. however, no matter how much he tries, it doesn’t seem to work. what the hell does he mean ? lynx has always seen the captain as omnipotent to a point, almighty, cold, resolute, unlike anyone he has met before. but being ghost-proof is hardly anything to be proud of, not when the hacker doesn’t believe in ghosts in the first place. “huh —” is the first word that falls from his mouth, and from where he’s slacked against the chair, he leans forward, hands on the table to understand what the captain’s trying to get at.

     "i mean… we are all ghost-proof. because… ghosts… don’t exist.“ that bit is clear enough, but it feels like there is something else behind the words, or maybe lynx has always liked puzzles too much. and of course, there is no enigma like jaewon. "is that a code word or something ? an anagram i’m supposed to solve ?” then again, jaewon might be messing with him, but the hacker is quick to find a pen and paper, beginning to scramble the letters to figure out if something’s there. the longer jaewon decides not to reply, the more curious he gets, furiously writing and scratching things on the paper. finding anagrams is hard, especially when the person at hand doesn’t give him any clues.

     it takes a minute or two before he has a few sensible word combinations, and he speaks them out loud without looking up “uh— fight mop or so ? soap fight room ? forgo him stop ?” and when he looks up, he can see jaewon trying not to laugh and he throws him the dirtiest stare he can muster. “you were fucking with me weren’t you ?”

[sylynx-blog]

‘ you’re like one of those carwash floaty things that are out front just wiggling around. ’

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     lynx pouts, his eyes squinting as he rests a hand on a nearby wall, putting his weight against it to balance himself. his outfit for the night out consisted of a pair of heeled boots, with taller heels than what he usually goes with. and apparently, they weren’t of good quality. most of the evening had passed by quite well, but once they had alcohol running through their veins, and when the first lights of dawn shined through the streets, the shoes apparently couldn’t take it anymore. so that’s why lynx is half limping on their way back to the ship, which pulls out many chuckles from the girl. the more she laughs, the more embarrassed he gets, the frown deepening as he whines a ’harper—jie, stop’. and it does work for a short amount of time. however, when he thinks it’s done for good, harper speaks again, a proud grin on her face due to the deduction she makes.

     truth to be told, she is probably right, lynx has been limping for a long time now, and the design of his blouse has ridiculously long sleeves, so maybe, just maybe — harper has a point. he is still holding onto the fallen off heel on one hand, too intoxicated to think clearly. because honestly, there is no way he’s wearing these shoes again. “hey — come on, please —” he whines with all he has, looking at her with a pout. “i would just walk barefoot but i don’t wanna get infected or somethin’, that would be an unfortunate end to our day. — or you know what, this is unfortunate enough, please stop laughing at me.” he concludes, final and clear —- or he thinks he does, unaware that his words are slurring into one another, lipstick on his face from god knows who ( might be harper, might be someone else ), and with his own make-up messed up— it’s apparently too much of a sight for harper not to laugh. and when that loud, happy noise reaches lynx’s ears, the boy lets out another, long whine, attempting to rush forward so that he can finally make it to the ship.

     then again, his sense of balance is still impaired, and after tripping over his own feet, he barely manages not to fall on his face. soon after that, when he stands straight, not about to break his own nose, he hears her stifle a laugh. “okay okay ! stop —- don’t tell anyone, please —” and knowing he can’t look back and walk to the entrance of the ship at the same time, he throws her his most powerful puppy-eyes stare ( or thinks he does ) before turns around and steadily walks back ( well, as steadily as he can. )

[sylynx-blog]

HARPKITTY

( SHIP HEADCANONS MEME | accepting )

— ➣ who hogs the duvet ?         could be both! i feel like with either one of them, it would be a ploy to make the other whine and scoot closer in the end. not that they would need many initiatives. — ➣ who texts/rings to check how their day is going ?         probably lynx. he always has his communicator with him, and if they’re in a relationship, i feel like he wouldn’t hesitate to text harper often to see how she’s doing. all in all, he’s also probably less busy in the day, and would bug harper through it if they’re away.— ➣ who’s the most creative when it comes to gifts ?        they both have a lot up their sleeves. and would probably enjoy shocking the other a lot. lynx would like getting eccentric gifts after researching a lot about it, but i feel like harper would be good at finding something that would shock lynx without that much effort. or you know, he wouldn’t mind a good making out session.— ➣ who gets up first in the morning ?        depends on the day, lynx likes sleeping in almost always, so i’m gonna go with harper. technically speaking, it’s likely that lynx would be up until the morning, but he wouldn’t wake up at such hour.

— ➣ who suggests new things in bed ?        harper maybe? she is more experienced. lynx also likes being wild in that area, and would be delighted with any suggestion she makes.— ➣ who cries at movies ?         gonna go with lynx. it happens rarely, but i feel like it’s more likely for him to cry at a movie than harper.— ➣ who gives unprompted massages ?        lynx tends to always sit on a chair, so maybe harper could surprise him with it. but lynx would also love to do it as well, especially when they’re chilling together.— ➣ who fusses over the other when they’re sick ?         lynx. he wouldn’t know what to do when harper’s under the weather, and seeing her off would worry him a lot. plus, he hasn’t really tended a sick person before, so he would be fussing a lot. — ➣ who gets jealous easiest ?        with his lack of experience in relationships, it has to be lynx. plus, harper is surely out of his league, so he would get insecure easily, and wouldn’t know how to talk about it either. so he’d be jealous in silence, which would surely lead to problems.— ➣ who has the most embarrassing taste in music ?        since he has a lot of exposure to the internet, i’m going to go with lynx. weird synth pop, dubstep etc.— ➣ who collects something unusual ?         i feel like neither of them like getting chained down with memorabilia, so neither of them. if you don’t count the collection of anime on lynx’s laptop.— ➣ who takes the longest to get ready ?         if it’s a special occasion, i feel like both of them would require a good amount of time to get dressed. lynx on the other hand, usually likes dressing up regardless of the situation, so it might be him who tries to pick an outfit for half an hour for a night out to the club.— ➣ who is the most tidy and organised ?        harper. she has fewer belongings in the room, and lynx is messy by nature. his room has clothes all over the place, cables, different technological devices.— ➣ who gets most excited about the holidays ?        neither of them, if not for the specific alcohol beverages for the holidays. i feel like they might like st. patrick’s day, for obvious reasons.— ➣ who is the big spoon/little spoon ?        hm, both. but lynx would love holding harper for sure. and vice versa. — ➣ who gets most competitive when playing games and/or sports ?         ooh, they’re both pretty competitive if you ask me. lynx would be the more loud type when it comes to it, but i feel like harper would be more sleek and resolute than him.— ➣ who starts the most arguments ?         if anything, i feel like arguments would rise from them not speaking about emotions and problems they have. for example, lynx wouldn’t say something if it bugged him, but perhaps harper would. if it was too direct, that would throw him off rhythm as well. when it comes to real problems, it’s likely that they would let it simmer until it exploded, and i don’t think it would be pretty.— ➣ who suggests that they buy a pet ?         lynx could, he wouldn’t get a high maintenance pet, but with how much time he spends cooped up in rooms, he’d try to convince harper to let them get one.— ➣ what couple traditions they have ?         drinking together, going out and trying new restaurants, trying kinky sex things they heard about — like ‘that position can’t possibly work — or could it?’. lynx would be playing video games with a headphone, and harper would be reading a book by his side, something lowkey, but they would still appreciate the company. perhaps sharing intimate stories, anecdotes with each other when they are both too drunk to remember anything the day after. lynx would easily fall into that feeling of trust and open up more than he ever would. perhaps they could go searching for different snacks, try the weirdest combinations possible because of a dare.— ➣ what tv shows they watch together ?         things with an interesting plot, those with many cliffhangers that they binge watch. or they might like one of those feel-good shows and watch it once in a while together with some popcorn.— ➣ how they spend time together as a couple ?        like i wrote above, i don’t think it would be anything extravagant. mostly spending chill, lowkey time together, letting each other in their own spaces. harper could take him to her favourite places / bars / restaurants in different planets, and lynx would also do the same. they could go out to different night clubs, and try to one up each other, compete in which place was better.— ➣ who made the first move ?         lynx might have. for a one night stand kind of thing, purely sexual, it could be harper, but for something more romantic lynx could ask her — but truth to be told, he’d definitely expect to get rejected.— ➣ who brings flowers home ?        it would be rare that they are planetside, but lynx would. it would be sappy for sure, but he wouldn’t mind it too much, bring a meaningful bouquet with a proud grin on his face.— ➣ who is the best cook ?        gonna go with harper, lynx doesn’t cook at all, he lives off of instant food, microwave meals, takeouts and mostly junk food. even if it’s just eggs, she would be better than him.

[sylynx-blog]

what. the fuck. is wrong with you.

( BUZZFEED SENTENCE STARTERS | not accepting )

     there’s a spring and a limp in his step, lynx doing his utmost best from humming a tune as he crosses the doorstep to the ship. his hair is a huge mess, filled with glitter of all colours, the light pink strands all over the place. the placid expression on his face is the first clue that he’s still ‘ somewhat ’ intoxicated, and the second clue is the huge grin that has spread across his face, looking much too happy for someone who looks so… disheveled. the third and most blatant clue is the sharp smell of alcohol that seems to cling to him, not only from his breath but clothes as well. he doesn’t remember what happened exactly, but he’s sure it was a good night — a great one even. clad in a mesh top, a pair of tight black trousers and heeled boots, the glitter pops even more. the heat radiates off his skin no matter how poorly he’s dressed for the weather. all of these details doesn’t faze him at all, neither the fact that it’s six am as he navigates through the corridors on autopilot.

     what he doesn’t expect at all is to bump into the captain, looking grim and sour as he usually does. or it might be the alcohol that makes him even more frowny — lynx isn’t sure. “hey — capt'n.” the hacker lets out anyways, smiling wider at the older man than he ever did before. there’s a slight slur to his words, an emphasis on the ‘n’ — but then again, he realizes neither of those things. however, regardless of the remnants of alcohol and a lot of other things that still cloud his mind, he can make out the expression on the captain’s face clearly. it’s disappointment ? shock ? no, probably not, the captain’s always been too almighty for such humane emotions. it must be scorn or belittlement, not making sense of lynx’ actions for some reason. and normally lynx could turn it into a dare but this time, he is in too much of a good mood to care. as it’s probably easy to see, he got laid, he drank some good liquor, had good ‘ company ‘ with him through the night — he couldn’t care less about what the crew thinks, not that he usually does.

     “it was so fun– captain.” this time he slurs the word on purpose, a high pitched chuckle slash giggle falling from his lips. “everything’s alright with me, don’t you worry. i’ll be back at work when ya need me—-” truth to be told, lynx isn’t too sure he’d be on his a-game right then, but he’s sure his b-game is good enough. “i can hack with one eye closed.” an affirmative sound, he nods curtly, one hand going up in mock salute. “d'you know what you need ? glitter — i bet i have some in my pockets — people will be delighted.” lynx doesn’t have half the balls to do that to jaewon, but the image is more than enough to pull out another laughter from him, and maybe, just maybe, he’s still kind of drunk. “i’m gonna sleep now. if you’re gonna scold me, do it tomorrow please — i’ll forget it anyway.” with a grin, he slips past him, but not before patting the taller on the shoulder and possibly leaving some kind of glitter on his coat. it’s not on purpose, of course not — and lynx disappears almost immediately after that, the loud sound of a door being shut echoes through the corridors.

[nctaezen]

velvety 💙beauty

[lgchyunjin]

discrete at best

[sylynx-blog]

synoelle:

( ... )

Noelle’s about to leave the kitchen in a straight line back to her designated quarters when she nearly bumps into someone taller than her, stealthy what? Clearing her throat awkwardly, she shifts immediately to the wall, and doesn’t quite look up at the other person’s face, kind of staring forward at their neck, not nearly in the mood for conversation tonight. “Sorry-”

     there are times when lynx simply can't sleep at night, as opposed to the times where he just forgets to. time is sometimes a different quality for him compared to others, especially with the enormous amount of time he spends on his computer; the terms day and night don't particularly matter. however, on that particular day, no matter how much he wants to drift off to sleep, there's no solace. he turns and turns, his body restless but mind too awake for him to lose consciousness for a few hours. he huffs and puffs as he sits up, one hand going to ruffle his own hair before it falls down and rubs his eyes. there is no hint of sleep there, it's as if he hasn't been tangled in his own sheets for the past two hours.

    with nothing else to do, he grabs a sweatshirt from his floor, one that's oversized, and after pulling on a pair of sweatpants, he deems it all enough to go for a stroll around the ship. normally he puts a lot more effort into his clothing when going out —- but it is four am in the morning, and he really doesn't care how messy his hair is. once he has put his feet into a pair of sneakers, he leaves the room, enjoying the silence that rules the ship, the telltale sounds of wheels turning, the ship going on its course through the black. after a few minutes of endless strolling, a midnight snack sounds the best out of all of his options, and he heads for the kitchens. since ephraim left, the place hasn't been the same anymore, even the sight of the place without the chef sends a phantom pang through his chest, but it's yet another thing lynx will bury down. for what's done is done — there's nothing he can do. not anymore at least.

    after a few turns around the corridors, he walks into another figure, not at all expecting someone to come out of the room at such an hour. "sorry —" is the first word that falls from his lips, his stare first falling on the absurd plating of the food before anything else. the sight of it comes with heart-wrenching nostalgia, something that's so embedded in his memory, one that he hasn't thought of for years, but he knows what it exactly is once he sees it. could it be? and with that he looks up, his eyes widening, his throat drying up at the sight. she's grown, of course she has, but it feels too unreal, that his old childhood best friend would show up, after so many years, in serenity of all places. lynx knows nothing about her, not anymore, but it still manages to choke him up, making him feel like the same kid who was left alone, the one who sat down on the orphanage wall for hours before accepting that she was gone.

    and what can he say really? there are no words that fit, but he can only manage some, although few, it's the best he can do before he can begin to comprehend what's going on. "ara ? it's — is it — there's no way —-"

[octaviazhu]

the hacker

[sylynx-blog]

octaviasy:

( ... )

a child.

“you…” she begins, caught breath releasing through the word, “are not what i expected.” she lowers her sword and continues to stare at the young boy before her, fingers hovering over the keyboard in front of him. there’s no mistaking it – this is her hacker and it makes her smile.

@sylynx

     he's seated in front of his beloved computer, the light illuminating his features, his hands flying over the keys. it brings him unfathomable joy, excitement — it thrums in his veins and urges him to do more and more. it's almost as if he's on a rollercoaster, similar to ones he rode a few years ago during a day trip. it had been fun, going up and down, his body losing its rhythm to something so fast and seemingly dangerous. there are parts of hacking that are similar to just that, the voice in his mind telling him to do more and more, fuel everything he has to a world he learned not too long ago. it's fun, exhilarating, and with the friends he makes over the screen, it only manages to become even more of a challenge.

     iseul has always loved puzzles, and this is akin to a puzzle in so many ways, it used to pull him away from the barren room at the orphanage, and now, it makes him forget the loneliness of the huge mansion he's caged in. none of it matters, he tolerates the lessons his private tutor gives him, passes the exams with satisfactory marks, but inside, all he wants is to go back to his computer, talk with his virtual friends, create codes and break through firewalls. his parents aren't around to begin with, and when his tutor is away for the weekend, he runs to his desk, turns the computer on and begins to type.

    hours pass just like that, his eyes burning only a little, but it's fun, new friends teaching him new ways —- he's so caught up in it that he doesn't hear the footsteps, not before he hears the slight creak of the door opening. it must be one of the maids, he thinks, and turns on the chair, an apology ready on his lips but — he lets out a shriek at the sight. a dark figure with a sword in his room, at night. his eyes fill with fear, an unconscious urge to make himself seem smaller makes him pulls his legs to his chest. there's nowhere he can go, his back facing the computer screen as he stares, fear clear in his eyes.

    "what — what are you —" his voice shakes as he looks up at her, his hands clutching his knees. iseul knows he can scream, but will anyone hear him ? who is this person — why is she there —- when light falls on her face, she looks just as confused, and for some reason, it's a little relieving. however, it does nothing to ease with how afraid he is, but he has to talk, maybe this person is here for... someone else ? "please don't kill me." it's what he opts for in the end, not managing enough courage to stand up and run when the person still has a huge sword in her hands.

[vsxhestia-blog]

.sagacity

[sylynx-blog]

syxsonmi:

( ... )

She curls her fingers together, clutching the close to her chest at his next question, even as she peers a little closer, tilting her head.

“Games?” she repeated. “Can we play together?” She gives him a shy smile, glancing away. “I’m probably not good.” But playing a game together on the laptop he had sounded like fun, sounded like something… normal. The kind of interaction that Harper would probably consider a good thing for a girl like Sonmi.

     computers and codes are things that have become a second nature to lynx, and to see sonmi genuinely confused and fascinated sends a pang through his chest. he knows not everyone has had the same opportunities — but it still upsets him that she looks at his laptop as it were magic, a closed box, not something she has seen before. he doesn't even need to think about it before he takes it as a mission to show her the basics; that is of course if she lets him.

     he pulls his legs under him and rests the laptop on his leg that's closer to her, making sure that she can see the entire screen. his stare on the other hand, is aimed at the girl, trying to see what kind of thing she's interested in. a soft, reassuring smile spreads across his own face as he nods, words falling from his lips easily. "of course ! i have some that we can try —- really simple ones to begin with. you can definitely learn as we go along ?"

     with that, he simply closes the terminal, goes back to his desktop and games folder. he normally opts for much more detailed games, violent and scifi at times — but he remembers having a few that were simple, when he first wanted to see if he could make simple games himself. "here it is !" he lets out when he clicks the file, the screen opening up seconds after. "we're going to both have characters —- and our mission is to make them go to the door —" he does his absolute best to not make it sound too confusing, the smile still on his face as he speaks.

     "see these direction keys ? up, down, left and right? that's how you move your character —" with that, he points the blue character on the screen, tapping on it as he speaks. "that's yours — try moving her around a bit ?" he shifts the computer a bit more to the side, wanting to give her access.

[syxjiyong]

time after time.

[sylynx-blog]

syxjiyong:

( ... )

‘‘what am i doing here? well, i’m mercenary. i work here. i work for jaewon. it’s not the best thing in the 'verse, but it’s better than nothing.‘‘ jiyong admits, mustering all the strength inside of her body to stay still. ‘‘what are you doing here? it’s funny, isn’t it? it seems like there’s a path for everyone. but it’s almost like your path leads you back to me.’‘

    to hear her talk about paying him back fuels anger through his veins, almost making him lash out due to how vulnerable he feels. he doesn't care about money at all, not when it's about jiyong, not when he hasn't seen her for so long, not when he has thought he'll never see her again. lynx hadn't cared about getting paid back then either, so much that he can't even remember that detail at all. all he remembers is how she left without a trace, how she didn't leave anything behind yet again. the second encounter hurts more than the first, because whilst the first one might have been their paths pulling them apart, he feels like he deserved an explanation for the second part, something, anything he could hold on to, so that he could believe that she did put some kind of care in him, that he mattered to her. but lynx has nothing, he knows nothing, and it frightens him —- that no matter that lynx knows so little about her, she still manages to mean so much to him.

    he grits his teeth, doing his best not to cry as she continues on talking. the girl seems much more composed than he is, so he does his best to look the same, stop himself from giving away too much as he stands there in the corridor. and that fact comes with the realization that perhaps it's not about getting paid at all — that perhaps jiyong is giving him a way to leave the public eye, so that they can have a conversation in private, not pour their hearts out where everyone can see. so even though it goes through his head slowly, he nods a few times, burying his hands in his pockets so that no one can see that they're shaking. "that sounds good — it's been a long time. don't leave me waiting any longer." even though the words are let out in a friendly, light-hearted manner, it's not difficult to see that they mean much more. lynx can hide only so much when it's about his childhood friend.

    her explanation about being a mercenary makes sense — of course it does, it's what jiyong has been doing the last time he has seen her, and it's not hard to guess that it's not a profession one can change easily. it's not too different with him either, not really, with the enemies he has left behind, there's little chance to go back to being iseul, the kid who was being groomed to be a law-abiding citizen. but they chose their own paths — or he thought they did —- lynx and jiyong's paths cross so often that it confuses him, for it's not something he can explain with numbers and codes. he purses his lips, nodding, unsure how he can begin to reply to something like that. "i — i'm here to hack as well. just another job i stumbled upon. the pay was good —-" he hasn't expected to stumble into jiyong again, and the sight of her continues to send his mind to a chaos. he swallows, looking down for a few seconds before continuing. "speaking of pay — why don't we go to your room to settle the... debt." it feels horrible to put it that way; that they try to pack everything up in a non-fitting metaphor. but they need to go to somewhere private, neither of them can afford to open up right then and there. they have a lot to talk about, and lynx wants to stop feeling so lost — he needs some answers, and before that, he really wants to hug her tight — make sure that it's her that he's looking at.