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obshyeok:

( . . . )

“You’re quite the bold individual, aren’t you?” If his instincts were true, that would mean that the stranger before him was a fae who held no fear casting his magic on others (or, perhaps, just other fae?). Knowing the situation that haunted the city of Sunseong, the majority of political and social opinion that switched unfavorable for the presence of supernatural beings (no thanks to recent events that caused for the city to rise in a storm), Minhyeok was able to determine that the fae before him had been awfully brave should his instincts be right—  That, or the other was unbearably stupid.  With his veins pierced by indignation,      the model found himself more inclined to believe the latter.

“Is this a habit of yours? Antagonizing any peeved person you see passing?” His eyes narrow once more, the scowl never leaving his plump lips. “I would hope not, unless you consider yourself to be quite the masochist.” 

“Good to meetcha, sourpuss-oppa, I don’t look in magazines often and even so, there are hundreds of people in them. You’ll have to forgive me for not having prior knowledge of who you are.” He bows his head to the fae in front of him, and chuckles a bit.

“Bold is a word some might use to describe me? Others might say stupid, but I really disagree there.” Haechul’s hand which isn’t currently holding the bag of food finds its way into his blazer pocket, and a full grin graces his face.

“This isn’t a habit per-se, and my targe- new aquaintances tend to be in better spirits than you are currently. Surely though if I were to choose who I talked to based on if they were in a shit mood, I would be a sadist for making it worse for them?” With that Haechul focuses his magic into an illusion of smell, meant to smell obviously of his target’s food. Fresh and warm. Haechul tries his best to keep it faint but he goes a bit overboard, making the whole area smell like fast food. He shifts his weight a bit as he isn’t quite sure how to make this not a confrontation.

“You seem to think I’ve taken something from you?”

✩ ▍cross fire.

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obsdongwoo:

( . . . )

Grey wolves can reach one hundred and eighty pounds in good condition and being a were-animal, he’s even bigger. Pushing above two hundred pounds in size and muscle mass, the wolf could crush the average person’s skull with a heavy swat of the paw. Perhaps the battle would’ve become more fair if the gigantic wolf hadn’t been part Dongwoo. 

He seems to have forgotten all about the blood. He’s happy to lick cupcake frosting off the floor. 

Haechul might have to remind the grumbling, tail-wagging wolf about their life and death situation.

Haechul focuses the majority of his swarm on their intruder, buffeting him with wave upon wave of locusts. It takes the intruder a few seconds before he really snaps out of the urge to just shield his face from all of the bugs hitting him, but soon he’s slapping them away and slashing with the knife still in his hand.  A couple of pieces of Haechul get hit with the knife, retreating back to the edges of the swarm.

Once he realizes that his roommate is not in fact helping him with this, a small set of locusts breaks off to get the cupcake munching werewolf to pay attention. It starts with just landing on him, and escalates to hopping on him. The final step in getting his attention is just repeatedly ramming into him.

Split between two very intense tasks, Haechul can’t quite form words or figure out his locust speech. He just tries to keep the intruder occupied before he notices the large wolf vulnerable to silver chilling and eating cupcakes in the corner.

Breakin’ 2: Breaking an Entering

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obsxjiho

( . . . )

“What am I doing here?” he murmured to himself. Being here wasn’t going to make him feel better. Why did he even leave his house, for that matter? A cascade of poor decisions led to him being here, though deciding to order another drink wouldn’t be his last poor decision before the sun rose.

He is washing his hands in the restroom after eating some really greasy fried bread, a way of pre-gaming, as he considers tonight’s act here at this small, red bar. The soap squeaks between his hands and froths vigorously as Haechul goes over the variety of things he can do to make it fun. He has a few regulars that show up at his performances in this area, and they certainly shouldn’t leave feeling like they’ve seen everything he can do. He dries his hand on his pants, which are actually pajama pants with an illusion to look like nice jeans, and exits back into the bar.

As he rounds the corner, Haechul spots one of his favorite people to mess with sitting leisurely at the bar nursing a drink. He recalls the last few times they’ve run into eachother, and smirks as he slaps his hand across Jiho’s back.

“Long time no see!! Did you come to see my show?” Haechul chuckles heartily as he sits next to Jiho and continues to harass him.

“Hey, barkeep, let’s get this man a hamburger, and his next drink is on me.” He slaps Jiho’s back again to emphasize his point, and gestures widely as he continues. “I’ll also have more of those bread things from earlier, and a fuzzy navel.”

The drinks arrive before the food does, and Haechul sips his down as he continues this time to Jiho. “Man, you’re in for a treat tonight. This show is gonna be ‘lit’ as the kids in the corner who are smoking would say.”

The Punch Line

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Lunch Break

@obsqiyun

It’s been pretty much the same day as always. Wonder and amazement from the crowds surrounding him, people laughing at his jokes, the occasional offended slap to his face, his money hat having more money than one would expect of a street performer in it. The only difference that made today harder to handle is that it was really hot and he was really craving a sandwich.

It was around the time where people had gotten to their lunch destinations, so things had gotten considerably less busy, and thus more boring. It’s about time to change locations.

Haechul works on packing his bag with his props as carefully as he usually does, which is to say not very carefully. Every now and then a few people come by, and he charms them out of a few dollars with a good laugh and a simple illusion trick. Once he is about ready to go he picks up his thermos and drinks the last few drops of his water, much to his frustration.

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Tacky

@obsbam

(HSEVHUL -> BANQAM) :  HRY MEN HIW YOU DIONG>/? MWETONG YOU ST THE CAEF AT 2 ROGHT/? BEE THER OR EB SQWARE.

Today, Haechul actually had something to do other than perform. He was supposed to be meeting Bam for a trip out to a café. Bam does a lot with fashion so Haechul thought he should put together the most fashionable outfit he possibly could. After sending the message, and awaiting a response, he had about thirty minutes to work his best magic.

His hair ends up in a center part, as it’s very different from how his hair usually is, and thus must be more fashionable. He switches from his usual sunglasses to a pair of aviator sunglasses. A lime green scarf gets wrapped around his neck, which is already covered by a pink turtleneck sweater. A black motorcycle jacket completes the look up top, while Haechul opts for a pair of acidwash skinny jeans with patches and a pair of very rarely worn orange rain boots to complete the look. Looking in the mirror he is very pleased with the way the colors work off of each other. With a confident nod to himself in the mirror, he heads on out to the café, slightly late as usual. With great difficulty he writes out a couple of extra messages to tell his friend.

(HSEVHUL -> BANQAM) :  OM MI WEY,

(HSEVHUL -> BANQAM) :  RUMMING LAET.

The bell to the café jingles as he walks in and sits down in front of Bambam.

“Hey, man. Good to see you. Didn’t keep you waiting too long, looks like.”

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obshyerin

( . . . )

he tucks the handcuffs into his jacket. no use for them now (or ever), it seems. hyerin isn’t fond of any supernaturals, but being stuck in this car with haechul is beginning to make him hate fae just a little more than the rest. 

“considering i saved your ass back there, i think a little cooperation isn’t too much to ask for.”

At the look of surprise on Hyerin’s face his sly smirk grows and a sense of pride wells within him. If this DSEM agent thinks he can get Haechul to give him info on only his terms he’s sorely mistaken.

“I’ve heard a few things. People talk.” Haechul bluffed. He has definitely heard the name before but he can’t remember any of the important info that came with it. He relaxes into a comfortable and cocky position for the rest of the ride, as Hyerin puts away his handcuffs.

“I appreciate your help, but do you really think that’s the first barfight I’ve been in and escaped from?” He laughs to punctuate the sentence. “Even so I’ll go with you wherever you’re taking me. I’m just trying to figure out what the heck you need me for.”

cuffed.

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obshyerin

( . . . )

he doesn’t understand why it bothers him that he didn’t know before that haechul had a roommate, but it does. it’s caught him off guard, and he frowns. it’s hard to imagine haechul living with another person without somehow driving them insane. hyerin stares at the man, as if his lanky form fiddling with wards will reveal the secrets of the universe. 

with a sigh, hyerin turns away and moves towards one of the windows. there’s no understanding that man. 

“be careful not to burn your fingers!” he calls out as a warning. 

Haechul is very curious about the process and continues poking and prodding the wards in his hands.

“Yeah, Dongwoo! He moved in recently! He’s a pretty cool guy… You’re irritated… What? You jealous? Did you wanna be my roommate?” Haechul’s face splits into a very wide smirk as he begins prodding Hyerin. 

He should probably not be doing this with the fact that he owes the small man a life debt for this, but when has Haechul had self control?

Haechul moves to use a ward on the living room window, near the couch. He fumbles for a minute but manages to do it how he thinks he was supposed to. His fingers did end up getting a little bit toasted as he did it, but he’ll keep that away from Hyerin.

overkill.

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obsdongwoo

( . . . )

As they back away, he seizes a lamp off a table and holds it overhead. His tries looking fearless, but his arms shake. He’s also an idiot because the lamp is still plugged in. The cord is connected to the wall and in his panic, he doesn’t think of yanking it out of the socket. “Don’t make us use this,” he says. “Take one more step and we’ll…we’ll use this in self defense!”

The intruder moves. Dongwoo screams.

He flings the lamp forward with all he’s got, but the cord is too short. It’s wedged firmly in the wall and so, the lamp comes swinging backwards. His eyes, just a hint of yellow flickering in them, widen. Shit. The lamp smacks him across the face with a thud and clatters to the floor.

Haechul had thrown the pastry tray at the intruder in a panic, but with his hands now empty he had nothing to protect himself with as the intruder lunged further into the apartment. He naturally shifts into the most incorrect fisticuffs pose anyone could ever contort themselves into, and screams out his agreement with Dongwoo’s attempts to get the crazed man to leave..

“WE ARE COMPLETELY NON-MAGICAL, N-NO DRUGS, S-STRAIGHT LACED PEOPLE P-PLEASE LEAVE!”

Haechul screams in panic as the man edged closer, completely failing to look tough. The Chaos Controller minion’s knife glinted in the light as he made the split second decision of who to attack.

The man ultimately chose to lunge at Haechul instead of Dongwoo, who has a bit more bulk, and has already proven that he throws pretty hard. During those fleeting seconds Haechul’s life flashed before his eyes, his birth in a blaze of glory and irony, his days performing in other clubs, and helping Dongwoo move in too. The last image that flashed before him was his pastries which are now on the floor where they hit the intruder.  

As the knife hits his arm raised quickly to shield his face from the blow, Haechul’s adrenaline manages to kick in giving him a second of pure, delicious, lucidity. In the split second of the knife going through his skin, a plan had been formed, fear still coursing through his body. As the knife went deeper, his voice grew louder, and he began shifting.

“DONGWOO BE READY.”

Soon the man was pushed back with the force of thousands of locusts bursting forth from his target. Haechul is injured, having taken a silver knife through the arm, but also is so many adrenaline pumped locusts now that it will really hit him harder when he reforms in all of his terrified screaming glory.

Breakin’ 2: Breaking an Entering

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obshyeok

( . . . )

A minute later, any hopes of gaining a truly calmed composure laid shattered at his feet due to an incoming encounter with a strange street performer. It happened spontaneously, the bag in his hand vanishing and almost instantly did Minhyeok freeze in his steps. Out of impulse did he snap a glower towards the nearest individual besides him, a poor passing human girl who received his jolt through the sudden shudder through her body. Sweeping his eyes then away from her, stifling through the mass of individuals did the model attempt to direct his attention to where he could sense another fae standing. His eyes falling on what seemed to be a lean male, narrowing his gaze did Minhyeok pinpoint the culprit as he then sauntered towards the stranger. 

“I’m not in the mood.” He spoke with a certain firmness that countered the normally wispy tone of his voice. Lips quirking downwards, he then uttered yet another bold statement:                                                             “Don’t mess with me.”

He is between performances currently. It’s a busier part of the day, as people were going to get lunch in the area.

With the feeling of another fae approaching him, he glances from the corner of his eye to watch him through the gaps in the crowd. The fae is carrying a McDonalds bag, which seems like a fun target to work with. A bit of concentration on where it would be in space considering where the man was going, and aiming for as soon as he passed the next gap.

And it’s done. He wouldn’t realize that the bag is still in his hands, as it feels weightless and doesn’t appear to be there anymore. As long as he doesn’t open his hand it should be there for some sort of dramatic reveal.

The fae pinpoints him in the crowd pretty quickly, and realizes even quicker that he is probably the one who made his lunch go missing. He realizes that he probably should have studied his target more carefully as the fae he was now standing before definitely seemed to be having a shit day. Surely this dour fae won’t fight him right here.

“Oh my, bold words for someone I’ve never met before. What and who exactly am I messing with?” A sassy smirk hits his face as he delivers his retort, hoping that a his reveal won’t come by force.

✩ ▍cross fire.

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obsjeongguk:

( . . . )

“A good time?” like hell would he have one of those, when such encounters at the last thing Jeongguk would deem ‘fun’. “What are you going on about?”

Regret kicks in instantly. He shouldn’t have asked that, not if he wanted to get away as quickly as possible.

Haechul scanned his face carefully, and the moment that a question left his lips and regret hit his face, he couldn’t help but laugh. “Yes, a good time! If you come over here we can do a test! A game!”

His arm remains looped around the man’s shoulders, as he continues to goad him into joining the game.

“If you win, you get a prize! Surely you could do with a prize.” He reaches his free hand in front of him, and makes illusory images of various things flash. Money, tickets from an arcade machine, an improbably large teddybear, an autograph from Haechul himself, and tickets to one of his shows at a local bar.

He begins tapping his fingers on his captive’s shoulder while waiting for a response.

« of bad jokes & regret. »

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obsjimin:

( . . . )

he perks up at the mention of food, suddenly remembering their deal (not that he forget about it–no, park jimin would never forget a deal, especially when there’s food involved and he’d never pass of the chance for free food that his amazingly wonderful haechul-hyung is paying for).  jimin takes a moment, pretending to think it over even though he had his mind set the moment haechul came into the room screeching.

“bar-be-cue!” jimin sits up quickly with a shout, fist pumping in the air.  “there’s this new place that opened up and, hyung, it’s so good–a lil’ expensive, yeah, but it’s so, so good!”

“You did your part. Barbecue it is!” Haechul begins exiting the room, and remembers that he doesn’t know where the Barbecue place is that Jimin is talking about. He turns back and ducks his head in the room. “You gotta lead the way I don’t know where the place is.”

He doesn’t give Jimin enough time to prepare or get ready. As soon as he is out of the room he snaps his fingers to illusion himself back into regular society clothing. Or what looks like it anyways. It’s totally still the aerobics leotard, but it looks inconspicuous to all of the people who might find that indecent and decide to punch him or something.

When he makes it out of the front of the building he waits for Jimin to catch up by leaning against a wall and shuffling a deck of cards he pulled out of nowhere.

Aerobics Champ

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obsxgohn:

( . . . )

“Question 1: I got attacked when I was younger. A guy forced one of my friends to tear my throat up. It sucked ;;”

“Question 2: I don’t know. A few years ago? I’m bad at time.”

“Question 3: I don’t know that either. I always just thought you read fast and didn’t comprehend well. Maybe you’re a little airheaded?”

“Question 4: Personally, I think it’s interesting but I don’t think I would want to try it. Locusts especially. Those aren’t really meant for eating, I don’t think.”

He gives a small nod as he continues to hold the book up. Now that he and Haechul can actually communicate, maybe things will go a little better. Not that they were bad before, to be honest. But this is an interesting new topic, so Gohn is fine with it.

Haechul is stunned that he hadn’t realized that there had been written halves of his conversations with Gohn. He continues to feel this way as he reads through all of the answers to his many very fast questions. I takes him a bit to fumble through the rather neat handwriting, and he subconsciously has to read the responses out loud. He responds to each answer before he mumbles his way through the next.

His reaction to the first question is an expression of pure shock, complete with hands over his gaping open mouth. Pretty similar to the fish gasping for air thing he did earlier in the conversation. “That sounds like it sucked a lot, man. Glad you healed up though. Well… Except… Your voice….” His voice trailes off as he realizes the mistakes of his words.

The second question is greeted with grim disbelief. Even if he’s at a loss for words at this one, Haechul’s mouth still manages to function. “Aaaaahhhh so it was fairly recent too…”

The third question’s response makes him puff up quite a bit. He made a really dumb mistake, but surely someone else has done something similar in their life… Well… Actually no it is a pretty dumb and really inconceivable mistake. “I think my head is full of locusts more than air. Man, I must have just been caught up in talking. Hit me if I don’t read your responses in the future… You have full permission to deck me.”

The answers to his last question give him relief, and a large sigh escapes Haechul. At least this friend he had ignored for so long has good taste. “That’s a relief, man. I don’t think I’m made for eating either. Probably make someone sick.” He shudders as he completes his thought.

“Really though what is the extent of things you would eat covered in chocolate? Bugs aside, I’d love some grains and bread and stuff. Add chocolate and it’s a little bit better even.”

Locusts??? In My Chocolate????

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obsyoongi:

( . . . )

     his specialty is by no means illusionary magic, and while he understands small aspects of it her can’t quite piece the process together fully.

     ( the second mistake is believing he will ever be able to piece it together with the help of this man. )

     “if i knew exactly how you did it, i’d probably have done it too by now.”

“You… don’t know… how illusions work? Is that right?”

He considers all of the ways that he can have fun with this kid. His mind wanders through dozens of scenarios and jokes that could be fun. Plenty of options that seem… mundane. Regular pranks, not quite the type of thing he was feeling. Haechul felt more personal today.

“Dang, that’s a shame. Illusions are kinda my shtick.”

He cant quite think with the pigeon-chicken dichotomy he has created in the background of this conversation. With a wave of his hand, Haechul changes his illusion to be people in various fursuits and mascot uniforms. That’s better for thinking.

“It’s sort of like…. How do I explain… You know what. Do you want a crash course in illusions from the master himself, Kim Haechul?”

Lone Pigeon

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munday <3

What’s the luckiest thing that’s ever happened to you?

i dont think anything particularly lucky has ever happened???? I’m trying to think of something funny

If you could attend any concert or event right now without any obstacles, what would you choose?

monsta x in atlanta. if i could do anything. that. yoo kihyun can murder me.

What’s your dream vacation?

tour the eurasian continent.

Coffee, tea, or hot chocolate? Any style preferences?

TEAAAAAA I like fruity teas. fruitea.

A game you love ( tradititowns, and also onal, video, etc )?

Story of Seasons Trio of Towns and also stardew valley

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Favorite/Number one go-to internet meme?

I dont have a particular favorite ;u; i like so many of of them

Least favorite internet meme?

Probably Dolan?

Something that makes you want to flip a table?

Cute dogs. Also warden as a human being.

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In your opinion, do you fit the stereotyped traits of your western zodiac sign? Do you believe that another sign fits you better? What about your muse?

Yes? I am a stubborn capricorn. Haechul is a cancer which is supposedly the opposite of capricorn and so yes. Sangmin is also a cancer. my third is definitely not going to be a cancer.

Post a gif of what you’re currently feeling right now.

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obsxten:

( . . . )

he can tell him ‘yeah, i might actually be a lot more powerful than i thought i was. ran into a lot of trouble the other day’ so he just shrugs, casually like he’s not thinking about it too much.

“maybe, but like i said. illusions are for you, hyung. … i don’t know, i’m happy with myself right now.” is he?

He works on not focusing on the headache firmly planted behind his eyes, and instead decides to continue giving a probably warranted pep talk.

He wasn’t sure why he felt the need to do this. When Haechul was a fae fresh from the magical energies of Sunseong, he made it fine without guidance or others of his kind to help him through things. The tough times were just water off his back. Surely this fae who was raised by other fae would know that he has a lot of potential.

“34 years is a long time to get good at something, kid. Give yourself a few more and you’ll be as good as I am with illusions. But with water.”

His smug smirk comes back. Push back the sentimentality. Ten can’t know how serious this is.

“And when you’re 34, I’ll be even better too.”

He moves his hands emphatically and somehow arrogantly as he continues to gloat at the younger fae who gives him praise what feels like very easily.

“Seriously though I’ve used illusions forever. Theyre a part of me. Only natural I’d get good, ya know.”

Haechul slaps Ten’s back, and gives him the rest of the motivational speech he didn’t know he would be giving today for no particular reason.

“So you’ll get good too. We’ll both be amazing. Wont that be great? We could team up for a really amazing show or something.”

How ‘bout a Prank?

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obshandong:

( . . . )

she stares at the box he has, brows pinching in the middle. she doesn’t….quite understand him, because haechul is very hard to understand, very eccentric and very confusing as a whole (it gives her a headache to even try). his actions only make her snort, sniggering under her breath as her hand lifts to cover her smile from view.

“are chickens usually afraid of foxes?” her inquiry has her head tilting. “it doesn’t look all that frightening. should i…charm it so it’s a little more frightening?”

Not only does the running screaming chicken man amuse Haechul, the curiosity and reproach in the eyes of his magic companion are funny too.

“The only thing chickens are more afraid of than a box is a fox.”

His voice comes out as the rustling of leaves, somehow showcasing his amusement better than a view of his swarm would..

“The swarm in the foxbox considers the inquisition of the young witch carefully… Generally in this world adding to realism will increase the effects of both fear and comedy. In this case, the young witch has an opportunity to work her magic on both elements.”

Haechul’s thousands of wings hum inside of the foxbox as he chases the man around the area.

“As the foxbox continues its ragged galloping, the chicken man grows more and more panicked screeching ever louder. The witch must make her decision. How frightening can she twist things to become?”

Hex Girls

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obsnoyna:

( . . . )

a slight exaggeration, but she doesn’t think she’s wrong.

otherwise this would be quite embarrassing. 

“if you can’t control your magic then you shouldn’t be leaving the house and terrorizing other people just for a bit of fun.” 

At the continued accusations Haechul continues to grow a bit angrier.

“Left and right huh? Just one group of people. And you I guess. You seem to be pretty set off.”

He springs up from his place on the floor, swaying slightly from the alcohol. His deck of cards finds its way back into his blazer’s pocket.

“I don’t think I’m the one without control of my magic, Noyna. I’m pretty skilled at what I do and it’s an insult to say otherwise.”

He turns away and considers the merits of going out in style. Controlled style. He could be safe and do an illusion or he can go for the most overdramatic thing he possibly can.

“I’m outta here. Have fun stewing in misery.”

Before she can adequately respond, Haechul breaks apart into his swarm. Amongst shrieks of surprise and probably fear, he exits through a nearby open window. Once down a bit closer to home he reforms out of sight and crumples to have a good laugh.

She was so serious about thinking I can’t control myself. That’s so… funny!

Next time we meet Noyna… If you even remember me… I’ll show you my skills.

With those thoughts fresh on his mind, he makes his way back up to his apartment.

Crash (the party) and Burn