#skullfck

[bludrite]

“hey, man. wassup?” danny’s been getting real familiar with hawk’s crew in the last few weeks. once skirting the line of a self-named “functioning addict”, he’s slipped right over the threshold into a full spiral. his family have cut him off. he hasn’t got a job or a place to stay, but he manages to scrounge enough money to get to the next hit.

he looks nervous to be approaching @skullfck now, maybe because his pockets are empty. at the mercy of charity, he fidgets with the tattered sleeves of his hoodie and shifts his weight from one aching leg to the other.

“i was wonderin’… if you’ve got any - any jobs goin’ for - for somebody like me? i’m - i’m a good runner, fast, y’know? i—“ he seems to start to sell himself, then falters into self-pity. “my uncle kicked me out. got fired. i’ve been sleeping in the underpass a couple - couple blocks away for the last few days. please. i’ll do anything.”

[unpossession]

i don't wanna lose you.

@unpossession + @skullfck

[wickdcreatures]

minsu  has  never  been  much  of  a  drinker,  so  he  hasn’t  had  a  chance  to  learn  how  to  handle  his  liquor  well.  or  his  chemfae,  for  that  matter.  he’s  known  to  be  messy  but  it’s  very  unlike  him  to  be  this  far  gone  —  eyes  glassy,  cheeks  painting  pink,  bedroom  eyes  and  parted  lips  at  anyone  who  passes  by.

a  man  in  his  position  shouldn’t  be  this  stupid  —  it’s  only  by  the  grace  of  his  waning  anonymity  that  he  hasn’t  been  jumped  yet.  at  this  rate,  the  underground  drug  market  will  soon  know  who  he  is,  like  it  does  back  home  —  soon,  there  will  be  people  waiting  for  him  to  slip  up,  to  be  vulnerable  like  this.  or  maybe,  somewhere  in  the  back  of  his  mind,  he  hopes  someone  finds  him,  someone  who  knows  him,  someone  who  wants  to  do  him  hard.  his  family,  or  those  who  are  left  to  care,  can’t  be  mad  at  him  if  he  wasn’t  the  one  to  kill  himself.

@skullfck  appears  right  on  schedule.  he  once  made  a  joke  that  minsu  was  stalking  him;  is  it  really  a  joke  anymore?  he  has  been  sitting  at  the  corner  of  this  bar,  waiting  for  him  for  at  least  two  hours  at  this  point.  woefully  out  of  place,  but  none  of  that  mattered  now  that  he  was  here.

he  slinks  through  the  crowd,  surprisingly  coordinated  despite  his  inebriation.  a  beer  is  ordered  —  not  for  himself  —  as  he  slides  up  beside  hawk  at  the  bar,  giving  the  best  performance  of  fuck-me  eyes  he  can  muster.  the  most  forward  he’s  ever  been  with  hawk  to  date  without  the  barrier  of  two  phone  screens.  he  resists  the  urge  to  pet  the  front  of  hawk’s  jeans,  instead  placing  his  wandering  hand  on  his  knee.  minsu  is  leaned  so  close  that  there’s  no  doubt  hawk  can  smell  the  liquor  on  his  breath.

“  i  was  starting  to  think  you  weren’t  coming,  ”        minsu  purrs,  his  eyes  trail  down  to  rest  comfortably  on  the  contours  of  hawk’s  lips.       let’s  hide  away  in  the  back  somewhere.  i  want  to  taste  you.        this  is  all  so  out  of  character  for  him.       “  drinks  are  on  me  tonight.  ”

[unpossession]

"What is it?" He's been looking at her funny since she got here. Windows are sealed shut, it's dark and silent in a way that makes her suspicious of the calm. Willow knows something is wrong, but knowing how to navigate it is a different story. He seems on edge, wary. A cornered animal about to bite. She uses her most casual voice, hoping to disarm this combative energy -- but it seems only to agitate him more.

@skullfck said: it's wearing you wrong.

"Wearing me wrong?" Willow looks down at herself. "What, my top? Didn't know you were such a fashionista..."

She laughs queasily. Doesn't want to assume the worst, that this is paranoia, that this is the heroin comedown and a missed set of his medication... But she knows, deep down, that she isn't responding to exactly what he said. She's never seen him get this way before. Not up close.

Who - what - does he think she is? Is she behaving strangely? Willow straightens up a bit, trying to appear more like herself - which only makes her seem stranger.

[wickdcreatures]

@skullfck said: a roadside diner at 3 a.m., neon buzzing, coffee burnt. / m........insu? 👻 random setting prompts

his  eyes  are  red-ringed  and  sore,  but  the  waitress  is  nice  enough  not  to  say  anything.  he  does  notice  the  pitying  glances  though,  and  the  way  her  lips  pull  into  a  sad  little  smile  each  time  they  catch  each  other’s  eye.  right  now  that’s  better  —  better  than  being  at  that  damn  party,  better  than  seeing  jun  self  destruct,  better  than  zero  digging  his  fingers  into  the  soft  fleshy  parts  of  his  sorrow.  kind  worried  glances  from  a  stranger  is  preferable.  being  home  would  be  even  better.  too  bad  his  car  overheated.  luckily  the  high  will  probably  fade  by  the  time  it’s  drivable. why did he get high again? he hates the feeling.

over  his  shoulder  he  hears  someone  say  something  —  he  is  too  distracted  and  in  his  own  head  to  really  hear  what  is  said.  the  body  sitting  at  the  bar  just  a  single  chair  length  away  beside  him  is  looking  in  his  direction  but  minsu  doesn’t  have  the  energy  to  look.  his  head  is  woozy,  any  sudden  movement  might  send  him  falling  off  the  back  of  his  stool.  one  hand  propping  his  head,  the  other  slides  over  the  little  wire  condiment  cady  —  hopefully  that’s  what  they  want.

he  doesn’t  really  care.  his  head  is  killing  him.  a  sip  of  the  “fresh”  piping  diner  coffee,  black  as  midnight,  burns  his  mouth  and  his  tongue  but  the  bitter  edge  helps  soothe  the  pounding  right  behind  his  eyes.  somehow  the  coffee  already  tastes  stale  in  his  mouth  as  he  finally  spars  the  stranger  a  glance.  blond.  pretty.  striking  eyes.  rugged.  suddenly  minsu  feels  a  little  rush  of  boyish  nervousness  wash  over  him.

“  sorry.  was  that  what  you  wanted?  ”       minsu  points  lazily.        “  couldn’t  hear  you.  ”        wasn’t  paying  attention. 

[bludrite]

@skullfck

it doesn't look like 626. the first thing it notes as it peers at hyuntae's new specimen; its skin has drawings all over it, its hair is long and unruly and a closer shade to heather's than its own, hyuntae's, dc-2. in all of 626's dreaming of what the others are like, it had never stopped to imagine that it wouldn't look familiar.

this difference is enough to make it hesitate only slightly, linger in the crack in the door and watch it slouch against the wall of its cage.

626 wonders what number this is. has it been here before? for the first time in its life, it might fear something it can actually see. large and imposing, blue-eyed, sun-kissed. what if it hates it?

those icy eyes dart over to 626 now, alerted perhaps by its small gasp, or a shuffling of feet. 626 freezes, eyes wide, then decides to put its best foot forward.

"hi."

[crimekickd]

it  was  supposed  to  be  a  vacation  of  sorts  —  after  a  big  and  dangerous  case,  su-yeol  decided  he  wanted  to  take  a  small  break,  and  maybe  even  a  trip.  a  way  to  unwind,  a  normal  sort  of  stress  that’s  a  little  more  universal  —  traveling.

the  case  he  just  closed  was  massive,  drug  busts  left  and  right.  and  here  he  is,  in  the  united  states,  watching  people  pass  little  vials  of  black  junk  to  each  other.

and  k  must  have  been  bored  or  something;  the  second  he  caught  wind  of  it,  he  was  getting  all  the  information  he  could  out  of  whoever  he  could,  no  matter  how  many  times  su-yeol  told  him  to  cut  it  out.

and  now  here  they  are,  held  down  by  brutes,  towered  over  by  @skullfck  as  su-yeol  tries  to  reason  with  them;  k,  however,  isn’t  having  any  of  it. 

“  i’m  sorry  –  sorry! jet lagged ---      NO.  FUCK  THAT. A HERO SHOULD NEVER BE SORRY FOR SEEKING JUSTICE!  WHO’S  SUPPLYING  YOU?  ”

[j4dore]

@skullfck sent fanmail: [ HIGH ] hes whacked out on heroin who would have guessed. dealers choice

[ HIGH ] for my muse to be in an altered state ( euphoric, overwhelmed, tripping, or otherwise vulnerable ) & yours to help them out

sungkyu  had  told  yoojin  to  be  a  little  nicer,  whatever  THAT  means,  and  that  maybe  if  he  did,  fortune  would  smile  on  him.  it  might  as  well  have  been  sungkyu’s  way  of  telling  him  off  —  the  least  yoojin  felt  that’s  what  he  was  trying  to  say. he had been perfectly nice! or, at least he thought he had been, so caught off guard he didn't know what to say. what he  didn’t do was  explode,  though.  he  didn’t  get  angry  or  raise  his  voice  or  start  saying  whatever  hurtful  shit  he  could  think  of like he normally would.  instead,  he  nodded,  slowly and calmly,  and  decided  to  go  out  for  the  night.

with  no  destination  in  mind,  yoojin  walked  in  the  cooling  summer  air  —  autumn  is  coming,  the  cool  edge  the  wind  has  as  the  sun  settles  behind  the  trees  tells  him  that  much.  following  no  particular  road  or  path  he  finds  himself  under  a  bridge,  walking  alongside  a  river  that’s  nearly  dried  up.  it’s  pretty,  a  nice  place  to  sit  back  and  ride  the  waves  of  a  high,  maybe  that’s  why  the  man  in  the  corner  is  here,  tucked  up  underneath  the  bridge,  shuttering  like  a  leaf  in  the  wind.

be  a  little  nicer  —  the  words  echo  in  yoojin’s  head.  he  sighs,  shrugging  his  jacket  off  his  shoulders  only  to  wrap  it  around  his  —  a  stray  finger  brushing  up  against  the  warmth  of  the  strangers  arm.    hawk.   he’s  a  father.   a  gang  leader.     and  he  is  so  terrible  sad.

aren’t  we  all  fucking  sad?        yoojin  bites  the  inside  of  his  lip  to  keep  himself  from  speaking.  not  until  he  managed  to  collect  himself.

“  you  good?  need  anything,  man?  ”         he’s  about  to  become  the  patron  saint  of  fucking  addicts  —  he’s  gonna  be  so  nice  to  this  man,  just  to  prove  he  can  be  nice.  take  that,  sungkyu.