my skin is screaming

im yujin || 26 || beast "I’m a monster,” said the shadow of the Marquess suddenly. “Everyone says so.” The Minotaur glanced up at her. “So are we all, dear,” said the Minotaur kindly. “The thing to decide is what kind of monster to be. The kind who builds towns or the kind who B R E A K S them.”

[yujxn]

♬ ★~(◡‿⊙✿)

the loneliest creature in the world

c’est la vie

can we pretend —

fern

i am around

[yujxn]

♬ ❤️

i’m sentimental right now

i live my life the way i want

smile sweet as honey

my dreams become my medals

masollan

[yujxn]

♬

i’m sorry – no, i’m not sorry

they can’t imitate you

i still get hellish

it sounds like gibberish

i can find your silver lining

[yujxn]

((honestly they haven't even spoken yet so ???? feel free to ignore this ??? but)) ♬♬♬

so can i get a little bit of hope?

used to play pretend

don’t worry about tomorrow

i don’t even know myself

truth

[yujxn]

♬

the future is forgiven

we won’t cry

gotta back it up

sun will set

people tell me to be cautious

[yujxn]

freddiecarcosc:

It was not their lacking sense, for in other senses Freddie remained more than adequate. Rather it was the disconnection from the rest of the world that furthered the sense of d i s t a n c e. In retrospect, if they had tampered down their abilities and exited the party sooner, then none of this would have accosted them and they would be able to be more in touch with the world. As it were, the bracelet caused a haziness, a lack of spark. It did what it was programmed to do. For that, a lot of people would be grateful. 

                                   ( It just made them r e s e n t f u l . )

A flash of orange, a flicker of it like an extinguished match. Then, it retreated backwards into him and disappeared from view behind the veil of dark. They understood.

             “I see.” It explained why his projected self was more exhausted than usual - and not as volatile. “My big one isn’t until tomorrow. And I’m sure I’ll be seeing you between now and then, so I’m going to redeem myself with this whole ordeal.”

                         If you want to join me for some – – – food.

When he spoke this, a flash of precarious lavender-song illuminated the right corner above his ear. Not quite embarrassment, over the border of awkwardness. A nice shade on him. It lined his jaw and curled around his ear and shimmered. Not even phrased as a question, that part. Although why he would be feeling lavender-song, Freddie couldn’t fathom.

                            “Sure,” they responded, just as slowly as he had asked. “I’m always down for some – – – food.” Their lips twitched and pursed as they mimicked his pause. “Let’s hope it’s something remotely edible that I won’t have to peel off the roof of my mouth.” They wanted to almost extend a hand to him, wiggle their fingers to make him approach - but instead, they found themselves white-knuckling their cane’s handle. “If the corner isn’t quiet enough, I’m sure we could sit next to one another in bathroom stalls and talk through the wall.”

Humming, he pressed his lips together. He wondered, and not for the first time, if they ever experienced as many big training sessions as he did. Training was not their usual topic of conversation, more for him to avoid speaking about how ruthless his own were. They were every other day, respite given when he was sent to the weights and not the training rooms designed for powers like his ( uncontrollable and a threat to e v e r y o n e ). 

Licking his lips, he hoped that their training held more success.

“I’ll be anticipating your improvement. I’m sure you’ll go beyond expectations.” It wasn’t --- easy to tease. Not anymore. But the weight of the task was lighter around some people, and Freddie was one of them, mere moments after they met. 

Which was why, when they mimicked him, a soft breath of a laugh sounded. “Great. I think what I smelled as I passed the cafeteria was good. Maybe wishing hard enough will bring forth good dishes.” His gaze flicked to their hand, their grip on their cane, before settling it back on their face. “Wouldn’t speaking through the wall defeat the purpose of being quiet?” he asked, though he still shrugged as he gestured down the hall. A beat passed before his mind caught up to sense, and he added, “You ready now, or...?” 

                  ( would he always tail-end sentences with questions around them?                        would he ever manage a natural conversation sooner rather than later? )

[yujxn]

magnitudezia:

Zia was on her way out of the tower to spend some time outside instead of hanging around inside. The building was massive, and while sure there was so much to do, training sessions to be had, gadgets, gizmos aplenty, all of the Super fun stuff the EPTP had to offer for them being closed in by four walls almost near constantly was starting to pick at her. Outdoors had always been her escape back at home, even if she was simply sitting on the porch of her house watching the rest of the world move with the day.  She had been weary of stepping foot outside or too far from the tower since she had arrived in fear of a unsuspecting tremor destroying something, but today she felt calm and confident that her emotions wouldn’t set off anything to betray her. 

“Hey are you okay?” she took a breath to asked the boy sitting near the entry way. He looked exhausted and a trailing thought of hers worried that he had collapsed there. She was only a few steps away from him, her concerns beating out any thought to keep distance between them.

It took too long for him to return to reality. By the time he noticed the other’s presence, he had sucked one too many breaths to keep the sickness down. She hovered near, and too many voices grew in volume, clamoring in FIGHT or FLIGHT. It made him want to recoil, to push himself back and be left alone. 

He remained still. Took another breath.

“Define okay,” he managed to say. From anyone else, there would be a lilt to the tone, something akin to joking. From him, it sounded stoic, deadpan. Clearing his throat, he amended, “I’ve certainly been better, but --- I’ll be okay soon.” 

                          Just how soon was the question, but he wouldn’t dwell.                  It would hurt him in the long run, and that was unacceptable right now.

[yujxn]

femfatalrpg:

Fem had never been one to give people space - not as a child when the kid in the nurse was bent over the toilet and crying, and certainly not now when she saw Yujin with his eyes to the ceiling and his hands behind his neck. From the end of the hall, he simply looked beat, and where, for some, that would have been reason enough to leave the ticking time bomb alone, Fem was less persuaded.

“Is the poor puppy tired?”

With a grin, Fem cooed at him from down the hall, sauntering in his direction. Despite knowing Yujin turned into nothing as kind as a baby dog, it was still the taunt she chose. Fem hadn’t forgotten the last time they’d spoken, when she’d told him that maybe one day she’d been there for his change as an attempt at a threat.

By the looks of him, as she drew closer, she’d just missed it. No wristband, sweating from training, a little more than ill looking - yup, definitely just missed it.

“Seems like I’m late to the party. Shame. What violent creature did I miss this time?”

If it was any other day, he would have ignored her. Or perhaps he would have given a scathing look and then ignore the presence of someone who would rather aggravate than understand a warning. 

                                           (       but it wasn’t any other day.      )

Grimacing, his gaze flicked to Femke, trying to swallow the trepidation. He couldn’t leave yet, not when he needed his wristband. All he could do was hope that the girl would immediately become B O R E D, or perhaps pity how exhausted he was and turn away. Right then, he did not fucking care what she thought of him; all he wanted was not to fall into the nightmares’ clutches and wreck havoc.

 Staring up at her, he swallowed past the dryness in his throat before parting cracked lips. “One you wouldn’t want to meet.” There was no point in lying; whether she accepted it as truth or not, however, was her problem. 

“Is there something you need?”

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[yujxn]

With hands clasped behind his neck and head turned toward the ceiling, anybody walking by could believe he was simply exhausted from a training session. There were too many reasons to list in explanation of why he was sitting a few feet from the entrance, and every one made it easier to ignore him. 

Which was fine. He needed to find some way to breathe.

He never remembered what happened during his shifts. But the aftermath gave some clue, and he could have lived with those clues. He never wished to know more. Yet they had to record him, they had to observe in order to help give him what he wanted. And he needed to watch the videos, they said, watch how he changed, watch how he lost control and d e s t r o y e d.

It took a little less than two seconds for the nightmare to find the camera. It has taken longer for him to dispel its screams from his memories.

             Oh god, he was going to be SICK ----

[yujxn]

femfatalrpg:

He was close, so close she could feel the prickling of his skin and the heat of anger rising from his chest. Fem met his gaze. It was steady and unwavering, though it took ever nerve and will in her body not to flinch away from him. The animals swam in his eyes and his body language was so violent that Fem was sure if she pressed any harder he would destroy her.

Though she wasn’t entirely unopposed to death, today wasn’t the day she had planned.

“If you hurt me - if you hurt anyone - they’d cage you like the animal you are.” She spat up into his face, and though her gaze did not fester with vermin and creatures the shadows twisted and mulled in her iris. To Fem, the idea of a cage was the worst punishment of them all - she considered, however, it being a salvation to Yujin.

“Watch your back” It was almost hysterical Fem thought she could threaten a literal beast. “Maybe next time I will be there.”

When she turned to leave, dropping his gaze felt like dropping a million pounds.

                                               Nobody would truly understand.

People could adapt to who he was, to his movements and his moves, but nobody would understand how it wasn’t just creatures of reality and myth that crowded his mind and body and soul. His fellow Supers would think he was wrought with an animalistic nature; the staff would think there would be a way to control the darkness fighting for his mind. But nightmares couldn’t be tamed, and nobody would understand the effort it took to stand against them.

“No cage would be strong enough.” His anger was a subtle one compared to hers, like a strong current of the river instead of a blazing fire. Where she spat, he growled, all while wishing he was lying. But the dents of the walls and ceilings in the observation room masked nothing.

Scoffing at her menial threat, he allowed her to have the last word, not wasting any breath as he watched her walk away. His hands had formed to fists again, and he swallowed.

                                                  ((( it would be so much easier )))     

He opened his hands, flexing them until he could the blood in his fingers again. 

                                                no. it wouldn’t be.

[yujxn]

emerie-ducain:

“Yujin,” She nodded her head towards him, an odd sense of… respect? Slipping across her chest. Emerie didn’t regard many people with the emotion, but Yujin was composed and stoic enough to generate a sense of calm mystery. It was certainly odd to Emerie and she eyed him curiously for a moment before dropping her gaze.

She tilted her head at him. “Are we not Super’s just because they tell us we’re not? Regardless of whether or not we’re training we’ve still have our powers.” Pausing, she studied him again, searching for anything other than slight annoyance or boredom. “Maybe,” she shrugged after a beat. “But half the time people are more dangerous because they believe they are. Sure, some powers are… more volatile than others, but. That’s just how it goes.”

At the very least, this girl didn’t hold much against him outright. He didn’t sense a lingering irritation for what he did, and though her points in this --- debate? -- conversation were ones he heard from most new members of the EPTP, they weren’t grating to hear when she spoke them.

Maybe that was because she wasn’t out to aggravate anyone.

“The majority call us Super the moment our powers are discovered, like that’s a species name and we’re the organisms that fit under that category. Yet Supers are people like Anderson --- the ones who are already out there doing something. They tell us we aren’t Supers because of our powers, but because of what we can become with them.” For the most part. He didn’t believe that spiel at all; there wasn’t much he believed here. 

“Some powers are so volatile, their unpredictability can harm despite what anyone thinks of themselves.” Again, he tapped the bracelet, adding, “So, security measure. Or, if you really don’t want to believe that, it’s a security measure so you don’t overextend yourself.”

[yujxn]

felixchens:

  Felix hesitated. He wasn’t used to feeling like this around somebody, treading on eggshells, almost. He was so rarely uncomfortable around a person, in the truest sense of the word. Rolled his shoulders. Too tense.

  “It’s fine. We can spot each other.” It was bold of him to say, he was pleased with himself. “I might faint. It’s good to have somebody around.” Again, he hesitated. “No pressure. I mean, you might not need somebody to spot you.”

He already spent enough time trying to quell the voices, for they roared and roared throughout the day. They were --- unsettled. And he didn’t know if it was because something set them off, or if it was because the second set had made their presence known again. As if he needed the reminder he was created of nightmares.

He was tired. He should be leaving.

“I won’t be doing anything more,” he started, licking his lips as he paused. He should be leaving. “But if you’re insistent on working, and you might faint...then I can spot you.”

[yujxn]

fionnclarke:

Fionn halted his bouncing as the assistant nudged someone forward, smiling in response to the other super’s words.  Yujin, he recalled, though for the life of him he couldn’t remember what the other male’s particular super power was.  He stepped backwards with a nod, giving Yujin room to step out further onto the mat as he adjusted the edge of the wrappings around his own fists.

“I’m ready whenever you are,” he said, cracking his neck one final time before settling into position.  Loose, but not too loose.  Tense, but not too tense.  It was all a game of balances, and Fionn hadn’t quite mastered it yet.  He was always a little too tense, always unconsciously shifting his weight onto his back leg.

He could count on one hand the number of times he fought on the mat, fists flying toward another super, and they were all for tests. Punching people as a past-time was never a possibility for him; not as something that was safe, nor as something he wanted to do. 

They said he had to learn control one way. He believed there were other ways to do it. 

Taking a step forward, his hands dropped to his side, shaking his arms as he started walking along the edge. He took a breath, hands drawing up as his gaze did toward Fionn. “You want to hit first, or should I?” he asked, a sliver of a smirk playing. He didn’t know if it was meant to be teasing or not; he didn’t know if he should be trying to make jabs. But he continued anyways, a hand unfolding and beckoning the other man to make the first move and start.

[yujxn]

freddiecarcosc:

He moved into their line of sight: a pattern established over time. With a sheepish grimace they did their best to remain focused on him, although there would always be that characteristic glassiness to their gaze. At least he bothered to correct them, wasn’t afraid to shift and let them know they had been slightly off ( again. ) Most feared even treading on their tiptoes. Arching up their chin, they shifted their pupils upward - just a millimetre or so. That should be much better for him. Whatever his reasons behind the movements, they didn’t bother to question.

               It benefitted them both in the end, after all.

“Should let me know ahead of time. I can’t handle all these sudden changes. Plus I need to get just as snappy of a greeting back.” The shift of his hands into the fabric of his jacket had them smiling - no teeth, more like a grimace, their single dimple in their chin appearing. “Although if I did interrupt you in the middle of a something, I honestly am sorry.”

He was a strange myriad of colours: sometimes black, always a violet, and rarely a red - though they had been unfortunate enough to witness the rushes of crimson before it exploded outward like the lava of a volcano. But that strangeness made him interesting. Alive.

“No.” Neither of them were much for making conversation. But Freddie didn’t find it in the least bit awkward ( or intimidating. ) “Just trying to find a spot that’s away from –” They gestured haphazardly behind them, towards the din of other supers. “That.”

Ah. Better. Their gaze was still --- distant, but he had grown used to it by now. That feeling was conjured by himself, not what they meant to project to the world. Or that’s what he believed. He didn’t take time to assume much, not since he first woke to claws that lingered, for it made him a fool. But he didn’t think it was an assumption to believe they wanted to distant themselves; at least, not from him. 

They were one of the few who didn’t --- who understood. They understood. And that was enough.

“Well, I guess you could say that was me letting you know just now. You can practice until next time.” A try at a smile, despite them not being able to see it. push past it, push past it. “You didn’t interrupt me. I --- I just came from a training session, so I’m a little worn.”

                 {{ you’re more than a little worn, yujin }}

He wouldn’t dare try to decipher whether the kumiho was speaking out of concern. Not right now. 

Looking past Freddie to the commotion down the hall, he hummed in acknowledgement. “Well --- perhaps the corner of the cafeteria would be a little quieter? If you want to join me for some...food.” 

[yujxn]

Are you as much a beast in the streets as you are in the sheets?

             {{ well aren’t you the popular fellow! everyone wants to sleep with you! }}

He could look to the sky and ask why ( not for the first time and probably not for the last time ). He could bite something back a response to the laughter of the kumiho pounding against his temples. 

He decided on scanning the room, trying to decipher who tacked the note on his jacket when he left to grab more food. 

What’s the point? “Ask everyone claiming to be my ex,” he grumbled, and the kumiho launched into another cackle as he tried ( and failed multiple times ) flicking the paper off the table.