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avxia‌:

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still, he does it. he takes jeno inside,  hand on his arm, door closed behind them. he guides the boy to the bathroom. there’s the smell of alcohol in the air, the way it is when it’s been warmed inside someone’s body, and there’s an aloneness in the air. the very distinct awareness that they are alone in a closed space.

still, xia reminds himself that this is about getting jeno as far away from a cold as possible.

“take off your clothes and dry off,” he tells jeno, handing him a towel, “i’ll be back.” he exits the bathroom to grab a fresh set of clothes from his brother’s closet, and he returns moments later. folded sweater and pants in hand.

jeno can’t think.

he blinks slowly, and he thinks it’s probably visible-- the cogs in his brain working in overtime in their sluggish state, trying to process what’s happening-- to process the situation he’s found himself in. and jeno lets him touch, lets his hands move his body for him, guide him into the warm apartment with a gentle grasp on his arm.

there’s a staleness, not in his breath but in the area surrounding them. there’s a dullness in his eyes, lips parting slowly, helplessly, as his fingers try to grasp onto the soft towel pressed into his hands. and he can do nothing but obey, compliant-- not wanting to cause more trouble than he already has. so he sits down on the closed toilet lid, lower lip trapped beneath his teeth as his hair drags the towel listlessly through his damp hair.

and he feels it now-- the wet of his clothes seeping into his skin as the warmth of the alcohol slips away. his teeth starts to chatter and he curls into himself, hands setting the towel on the sink and tugging the buttons open on his soaked shirt so he could run the warmth of the towel over his torso as well.

he blinks slowly as xia enters the bathroom, eyes slow and lethargic, round like a deer caught in headlights as he quietly reaches out for the clothes. “...thank you.”

“i-- uh. sorry. don’t know how i ended up here.”

:// soft and bitter.

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honesty hour.

this is honesty hour!—or, honesty week. for a whole seven days after reblogging this prompt, anyone can send a question to your muse, anonymous or not, and your muse must answer all questions with complete honesty. remember to send a question to everyone who reblogs this, and to send as many as you receive!

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avxia‌:

he’s holding on, letting go. cuddling closer into jeno’s warm body as subtly as he can, and forgetting the rest of the world. xia just wants to hold his hand, kiss his skin, be with him. it’s a neverending feeling, an urge as constant as breathing.

“a while ago, i guess,” xia answers, moving his hand to put the lollipop back in jeno’s mouth, then tricking him–popping the lollipop into his own mouth just as it touches jeno’s lips. he grins, and doesn’t wait for the ensuing disgust or reaction.

xia sucks on the lollipop once. he pulls it out of his mouth before leaning in to capture jeno’s lips in a kiss, stopping just bare millimeters away. hesitating. he’s playful, but he’s new to this. and so xia moves with a kind of uncertainty that he wishes would go away.

or maybe he just likes being kissed.

jeno waits patiently, eyes still droopy from sleep-- but they pop open when he sees the other steal his candy, round lips curling into a soft pout, but without any real malice or upset. jeno just huffs softly--

he’s quickly appeased anyway, the taste ghostly sweet with the distance between their lips-- which jeno closes in, hesitantly. the press of lips is soft, his fingers gently curled into xia’s shirt before he pulls back quietly, studying the other male’s face. his eyes lazily slide over his intent eyes, over the slope of his nose, and fixates on the parted pink lips.

gently pressing forward to steal another, jeno pulls back just as shortly, tongue sliding over his bottom lip as he hums, soft and content.

“sweet.”

* dreams so real

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avryujin‌:

When Ryujin’s bored, he tends to go about doing either stupid shit or socialize. Usually he does stupid shit to socialize. Or he can go meet up with Death, but everyone’s so high strung with all the new world concept and how completely shit it was that he didn’t think anyone can deal with seeing his corpse anytime soon ( because he knows Death’s a mean bitch that would have him ‘knocked out’ for an hour for shits and giggles ). He’s also not really feeling the mood to deal with the common faces he meets up with in his time in 616, so he opted to meander about and go with the first one he saw. Fortunately for him, he did manage to find a poor sod to chill out with. With ease, he strode over to the other, grin wide and all nonchalant—a stark contrast to the post-apocalyptic looking background. But that was how he’s always been, an apathetic fellow that’s been through so much that this felt like child’s play. “Yo’ there kiddo’. How’s your life been in this shit rendition of Earth?”

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jeno is bored.

and internally, he is freaking out slightly about the unfamiliar surroundings and the fact that almost everything seems to be - or have been - on fire. but, this only makes him more determined in his task to calm his nerves lest he... blow things up even further in his panic. so, outwardly - jeno appears to be very bored.

“so far...” he muses in his monotonous, dull tone, turning his head slightly to glance at the elder, “i’ve only flipped over 2 cars, exploded 1 fire hydrant, and knocked over 3 walls-- but everything was already pretty much dilapidated so i think we’re off to a great start, honestly.” his humor is dry as always, his eyes unblinking as he stands next to his companion and observes the area surrounding them.

“how you holdin up? wanna explore?”

cjn. | shitty luck.

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hewwooo been dealin with som stuff i apologize BUT this is a plotcall to new members and for the EVENT so pls come hither and like for plots/event plots. tank. ♡

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:// soft and bitter.

this isn’t jeno’s dorm.

this isn’t even jeno’s building-- which he realizes belatedly, once he’s already inside and leaning against one of the pristine walls. his feet are taking him instinctively on a familiar path-- one he’s avoided for quite a while now, but he supposes his sub-conscious just really didn’t want him to be alone.

stupid sub-conscious.

he moves up the floors slowly, taking the stairs instead of the elevator for fear of motion sickness after at the club. he’s sobered up a considerable amount already, just wandering around campus ( accidentally blowing up fire hydrants and bending lamp posts over will have that effect, normally ). even still, the hallway still swims and the screen of his phone is mocking him as he tries to text kan to see if he’s even awake-- to see if he’ll keep him company.

he’s standing outside the door, mouth pulled down into a soft pout when he gets no response. as his fingers tug at the collar of his damp, soft black button up shirt, trail through sweat soaked ( and then rain drenched ) hair-- he debates whether or not to knock. there’s a small, nagging voice that tells him that’s a bad idea-- but in his current euphoric state, high off of the adrenaline of dancing away his stress, he ignores it and lightly raps on the door.

“psst.... ge-- ge, you in there? help.”

his long limbs are particularly heavy-- and he leans his head on the door as his knocks get weaker-- before he’s suddenly falling forward, head snapping up, eyes blinking rapidly.

“ge-- oh.”

– vs. ˟ ( @avxia )

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:// undetermined.

jeno lives a generally uninteresting campus life.

for instance, his younger brother always gushed to him about how he was excited about college and living away from their parents, about how he was going to join so many clubs, go out and party-- yet here jeno was, in (sort of) college and the most exciting thing he does is their shows-- other than that, he eats, goes to class, trains, practices, and goes the fuck to sleep. he sleeps practically anywhere, if he’s honest. like in the practice room on one of the couches, lithe body stretched out comfortably.

he twitches a little, hood falling as his head lifts up slightly at the sound of the door opening.

jeno blinks one eye open lazily, slow and cat-like, lips pulling into a small frown at the light filtering through the door. the lights flicker on and his eyes squeeze shut again, a small hiss escaping between his teeth as he sits up and rubs at his eyes. blinking them a few times, they refocus to reveal a small figure--

kang ahri. he’s not the most familiar with her-- they’re seldom alone in the same space without the other members. he knows very little about her in fact, other than seeing her flit about campus or riding past her on his hoverboard. he supposes she could say the same for him, since he likes to keep to himself anyway, and he’s always hanging around one of their two guitarists’ like a dark shadow.

“hey,” his voice is rough around the edges, tinged with sleep, “y’know if the others are on the way? i wanna sleep more.”

– vs. ˟ ( @avahri )

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:// head over heels.

the tricky thing about jeno’s powers, or, one tricky thing out of three thousand tricky things -- is that it practically had a mind of his own. jeno’s concentration was daily funneled into making sure the luck energy around him didn’t act out-- like it was constantly prone to do. because that’s the thing about luck -- it’s spontaneous and fickle. 

and he’s reminded of this in the ungodly hours of the morning as he’s catching his breath, resting on a bench, earbuds blasting.

and as always, jeno has know way of knowing what will happen, just that something will-- and it’s just a gut feeling-- knowing that whatever is about to happen is caused by him. and if anyone had been looking closely, they would’ve seen his eyes flash with a show of pink sparks and then--

it happens right in front of his eyes so he doesn’t have to go looking. an innocent passerby jogging past, laces securely tied before -- one, as if by magic, seems to take great care in quickly unraveling itself and the poor boy goes toppling.

from reflex-- jeno shoots straight up into a standing position from his spot on the bench-- and realizes he’s made a scene whereas he otherwise could’ve laid low. his guard has been dropped way too far-- he clears his throat, softly calling out,

“hey, uh, you good over there?”

– vs. ˟ ( @avkinam​ )

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:// space case.

honestly... jeno never knows how he gets here.

here, as in having been dismissed from class yet again. he is however, proud to say that it’s been happening less and less often. you would think, though, that in a school of super-powered people, that it’d be much harder to get kicked from a class. ( however, jeno does admit that causing a beaker filled with toxic chemical(s) to explode and melt part of a table is likely good grounds for dismissal. )

it’s been a while since he used to cause disturbances left and right, but well-- he’s still got a long ways to go, he muses.

he sighs, trudging slowly back to his dorms with the damning slip of paper crumpled up in one fist. he is, however- perturbed, when he runs into very solid feeling... air. he blinks once and tries to move forward again - and is met with the same barrier which seems to jostle a bit this time, he swears he hears a faint noise, and he reflexively reaches out but stops himself-- has no idea what he’d find.

“uh... hello?”

-- vs. ˟ ( @avjihyun )

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despite his self-proclaimed hermit lifestyle and the general disregard and disinterest for everything around him-- jeno always appreciates an adrenaline rush.

it’s what drew him to the band to begin with - the way the instruments deafen his ears, the flashing lights and the club-goers rowdy down below, the vibration that travels through his arms everytime his sticks hit the surface or smash a cymbal. and the way it leaves his body tingly and relaxed afterwards, limp and pliant, is the nicest feeling - especially when he practically sinks into the couch backstage like he’s boneless.

one eye blinks open lazily, not surprised nor disturbed to see habaek up close. and he obeys the request, mouth falling open and tongue languidly lolling out to accept the small pill. he doesn’t know if this is the best idea, ( his abilities are so much harder to keep under control when he’s any sort of intoxicated ) but then again-- it’s not like choi jeno has ever been known for good decisions. and so, decidedly, the minute it touches his tongue, he swallows it with a quiet hum. 

his eyes, already hooded from his relaxed, post-performance haze, close and he leans his head against the guitarist’s shoulder, hand resting idle against the other’s knee where their legs are pressed up against each other.

“what’s this supposed to do?”

smokescreens and dreamthings

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some days see habaek like a hurricane, a boy travesty, a horror in human skin, all devastated atmosphere and jagged edges, the world he carries inside his chest every sort of maelstrom a hell of a boy could produce, his teeth on display, all fists and fury and blood he’d rather spit out than swallow down. some days, he burns himself through to the end of the woods, running like wolves, flying like vultures, howling and hungry and half-mad with rage, throwing himself into whatever group of larger men he can find, the intoxication heavy in the air, ripe for ruin, ripe for hatred, ripe for whatever damage he can incur on himself and the world around him.

today though sees him a smog, a smokescreen in the corner of the room, languishing in the aftermath of cheering crowds and haunting melodies, the guitar still slung around his shoulder, still hanging in his lap, even hours after the rest of the band has gone, even after the set has ended, even after the fans have dissipated, just as smoky and ethereal and he wants to be. the night tilts into red-shift, drifting away from him and the ringing adrenaline leaves him worried for the dreams he’ll have tonight. no soft feathers, no hanging moons, no impossibly beautiful fingers between his lips.

he sits slumped on the couch, his head leaned back, neck on display, jawline long and gaunt, his legs outstretched to catch the hue of dimmed light in the backstage rooms, and for a moment, just a moment, he drifts off, slipping only a few fingers down into that liquid darkness of dreamscape, his knuckles brushing against what would surely grow into a nightmare, but then he jerks back, wakefulness gripping him again. the stiffness lasts only a few moments before he opens his palms and sees a handful of pills in a small, clear baggy. each green pill has three circles drawn on it, spiraling down, down, down; a warning.

he glances over to his couch companion and opens the bag up, sitting up and leaning over to the other, very much into his space, a grin pulling at his lips like an invitation, like a secret, like a knife-cut. “open your mouth,” he whispers into jeno’s ear.

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it’s normally hard for him to focus-- and he’s not the most studious-- but in this atmosphere, with the last rays of sun filtering through the blinds and a warm presence near his side, jeno was more than motivated to fly through his homework so that he could enjoy the rest of his day. it’s like this, while he’s finishing up the last bits and submitting the assignment, practically throwing the laptop onto the coffee table and flopping back onto the couch, that he finds his eyes drooping, mouth going slack around the candy in his mouth.

the silence is comforting and the pillows are soft, his breathing evening out, and he drifts off like this, listening to the quiet sounds of xia’s breathing next to him in the otherwise silent room. he’s somewhere in between a pink ocean and blue clouds, floating in the void of dreams when he’s pulled back from the tug on the end of his lollipop-- hanging forgotten from his lips.

with a soft hum and a grunt, jeno rubs at his eyes and sits up straighter. “nah... it’s okay.” his eyes blink open slowly and he he leans into xia’s touch reflexively, yawning quietly. “when did i fall asleep?” he mumbles, round eyes finally looking up at xia. they’re then drawn to his forgotten lollipop and he opens his mouth with a silent “ahh” - an unspoken request. 

* dreams so real

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there’s the sun sinking from the sky, the blue of the universe turning orange and purple, the stars waiting in the light to go bright when the night gets dark. there’s the last few rays of sunshine casting large shadows across the floor of his dormitory through the shades, the last few minutes of the day.

“jeno, d–” he turns his head to say something to the boy beside him, only to see him fast asleep. it’s funny, endearing, the way jeno had worked so hard on his assignment that he’d fallen asleep with a lollipop held tightly between his teeth.

carefully, xia takes the plastic stick poking out from between jeno’s lips. gently, he tries to pry the lollipop from his mouth, just so he won’t choke or hurt himself. all of his effort to be careful goes down the drain when jeno stirs awake.

it’s funny, endearing, the way his lips pucker and the way his eyes blink, sleep-swollen. he hesitates for a moment, but he exhales a soft sight and leans forward to press a kiss onto jeno’s forehead. “sorry,” he whispers softly, lollipop in one hand, caressing jeno’s face with the other, “did i wake you?” 

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it’s student picture day at the avengers academy. run a comb through your hair and sit on the chair—the sooner we get this over with, the better.

ready? say avengers.

a grumpy photographer sits behind the camera, waiting for you to hurry and sit on the chair so he can snap an ugly photo of you that’ll last a lifetime. so much for good first impressions. luckily, here’s your chance to make another one.

welcome to our opening mini-event! this is a small writing prompt to let us know a bit more about your avenger. reblog this post to receive a prompt, and remember to send as many as you receive. you can reblog this meme until may 20, kst.

thor — what’s your favorite kind of weather? describe a perfect day.

ironman — what are your favorite subjects in school?

captain america — do you believe in love at first sight? describe a perfect date.

antman — write about your monthly power evaluation.

the wasp — if you were working as a superhero, would you want a sidekick?

hulk — what are some of your worst pet peeves?

black widow — what’s your weapon of choice?

hawkeye — what’s something you can do really well that most people can’t?

scarlet witch — if a genie could grant you one wish, what would that wish be?

quicksilver — describe your eating habits and favorite food.

hercules — how do you keep in shape?

black panther — describe your superhero outfit.

mantis — write about your fondest memory of/in the academy.

captain marvel — what would you say is your number one strength?

starlord — have you ever played a prank on someone? if so, tell us more.

doctor strange — what do you think is your weirdest quality?

spiderman — if you could have any other ability, what would it be?

falcon — if you could be anywhere in the world right now, where would you be?

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like this for a (SUPER RANDOM) starter (comment a song if u’d like a prompt hehe)

also droppin his plots here again bloop: plots

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wat do u call an indecisive bee...? ...a maybee. don’t kill me plsAaaaAAAAA

ANYWHO!! hello friends, my name is ven and i’m super excited to bring my slightly energetic ( but very snarky/sarcastic/caustic ) sad boi here to join ya’ll and rly excited to write bc i fricken love avengers and xmen/mutants and superpowers and am still ( like most, i’m sure ) swimmin in a pool of my endgame tears. anyhow, i have linked his important pages below, and some facts under the cut. ( i’ve even miraculously got up a quick plot page who am i )

so ( like ) this post nd i’ll slide on into ur dms for plottin! u can also comment or dm me if any of the plots interest u.

-- profile. background. plots. --

pls come hither and let us lov u. thank u muches.  ♡

distressed emo boi

jk. sort of

triple a drummer !!

he’s gone through a significant ( outward ) personality change since his time at the academy: went from eager-to-please, wanting to fit in, wanting to make sure he didn’t stand out too bad to his current, more genuine attitude where he seems more subdued - more careless, more sarcastic, and usually prone to doing what he wants - he still likes to stay out of the way and out of spotlights

his mother could grow and manipulate plantlife - specialized in flowers and owned a greenhouse - his dad had no abilities

often in gym bc gainz

has a poker face normally - a smile is rare but when he laughs - u will hear it

is workin rly hard to better control his power - has much better control over it than he did for sure

he is p much the freshman year > senior year meme

too cool for u ( jk, he’s a p big dork and a hermit tbqh )

tips the balance between neutral and chaotic neutral - he knows he naturally has more of a villain’s power but his stubborn streak makes him want to use it for good - but also, he’s kind of a hot head ( even though it doesn’t seem like it )

huge sweet tooth

likes challenges - is super competitive

rly tho... don’t piss him off he will literally blast u

hates going out but will go to club bc he actually rly likes dancing

do u even lift bro - he’s 10x more likely to like u if you work out or train together

show him new music and he won’t jinx u ( on purpose )

is fine at interacting with people, but considers himself socially awkward and often appears to have resting bitch face - he is politely friendly though

TRIPLE A FRENS COME HITTHER

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zelo 🌙 honeymoon