#riyounghuyn

[succubusscience]

"How is your research progressing?"

“I understand you want to have a conversation with me, but I don’t trust you enough to talk about my research.” 

[damar-suggestion]

Could you say that you are the 24th century version of Lucius Quinctius Cincinnatus who after fulfilling his duties to the Roman Republic went back to tending to his farm and living a simple life?

That would be me. I like my simple and quiet life a lot. 

[broodmotherdearest]

💚

The boy’s name is Hank. She has him brought to her chamber first. The skin beneath his eyes is puffy, swollen, and snot dribbles from his nose in twin streams. He is soaked. He is afraid.

“We do not intend to hurt you,” Mother says to him, in a voice as soft and sweet as honey, and she wants it to be true. She wants it so desperately to be as painless as possible for him. She cannot bear the thought of a child in pain. “Have you ever seen a caterpillar turn into a butterfly?”

He nods, wiping the snot away with the back of his sleeves. Mother smiles gently. She used to scold Lilith for the same habit, many centuries ago.

“Caterpillars are not afraid to become butterflies. Do not be afraid to change.”

[alphonso-p-spain]

🍶 If they have a beer a or two. Though with some of the drinks Ri might have, like Korean snake wine, it might end up as 🍶🍶or even 🍶🍶🍶

(Let’s go for the snake wine)Josuke took a drink of the strange liquor, blinking a bit and shuddering as it sent strange shivers down his spine. “Good lord!”

[pinklocksoflove]

riyounghuyn liked your post “//like for a !male Karine starter”

“Err... actually I’m not Karine’s brother... long story but I’m her”

[vuulpecula]

      Lights and shaking. At first, that was all she could remember. The dizzying kaleidoscope of things falling all around them. Luggage, drinks, tools, clothes, the orange ventilators, and finally metal and bone. It came back to Fox in pieces as she was standing on that beach with the others. All from different walks of life, all from different places on the Earth. People looking at the wreckage of their lives in the shape of a plane. 

      “What do we do now,” someone asked. Panic was palpable in the air. She had survived in the Northern wilderness of Russia and on a farm in Ireland, but this island was going to be a completely new challenge. If they could survive at all. 

      Looking at the others, her mind still hazy as it tried to piece together how she went from sitting peacefully on the plane to standing on the beach, she looked at their faces. Only remembering one vaguely. She had had some type of badge on her carry on, Fox remembered that. Police maybe? Military? To her surprise she found herself speaking to the stranger as all the others watched. 

      “Do you know how to s u r v i v e?”  

@riyounghuyn   ❤’d for a starter.

[succubusscience]

“Just because the past was awful doesn’t mean the future has to be.”

“You’re right. Although, I wouldn’t call it awful.” 

@riyounghuyn

[succubusscience]

🎁

@riyounghuyn

Lucille began to unwrap the gift, not sure why such length was needed to be taken. When she was done, she had a book in her hand. The cover was leather tinted red along with Simplified Chinese characters and the face of Mao Zedong stamped on.

“What’s this?”