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listen... i promise when everything isn’t as hectic i’ll bring this blog back from the dead... but here is my spotty af activity that happens once in a blue moon?

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☆○O。PARK YESUNG TAG DROPS!

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lczybcnes:

Really, the moment that Deokhwa finds out who exactly decided it would be wise to take his things and pawn them off, he has plenty of plans to make them regret their miserable existence, all of them ultimately ending in them either being burned until they returned to hell or simply killed off. At least the amulet from his previous captor has traces of magic so it had been easy enough to track. The only problem now? This ridiculous human thinking that he could keep the item from him. “Trust me when I tell you that it’d be rather unpleasant for you if I have to take it by force,” Deokhwa explained, raising an eyebrow before he resting his hands against the table separating them. “So hand it over and I’ll be out of your hair before you can blink again.”

        ❝ hmm, well about that? ❞ calloused fingers pressing into the armrests of the chair, it’s not like the mutant was especially fond of being threatened, especially since he deals with it almost on a regular basis. dark brown pupils eyeing the male in front of him, it wasn’t normal to have such visitors, especially considering the amount of enemies the small group has, a lax sigh falling from his lips as he speaks to the other,  ❝ rather unpleasant doesn’t sound very appealing, but again it’s a concept of what this thing is, so if you can at least tell me something, i’ll hand it over willingly. ❞

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multisignis:

Giving the younger male a look of exasperation, before rubbing at the bridge of his nose. What was he going to say now? Taking a deep breath, he gave Minki a bland look. “Don’t use that boy in this situation, Minki.” He hissed out. No, he rather not break Seokho’s heart. He rather not upset Seokho, that sounded like the worst situation.

      calloused hands turn upwards towards the hero in a mock gesture of innocence. the anti-hero didn’t really know what else chinmae wanted with him, it was his fault he left the dumb thing here. a cheerful chirp falling from the life manipulator’s lips, ❝ i’m not using him chinmae, this is the truth, would you really be that cold of a hero and break a heart? plus, why would i use him when i’m using others! it’s all for the good of the cause if you just drop this subject! didn’t you need something that wasn’t this, why else would you come to corona? ❞ avoidance of subjects was what minki excelled in, rouge lips pulling into a teasing grin as his fingertips tapped at his desk softly in anticipation for the other’s answer.

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aulate:

          with raven brow cocked in curiosity at the other, recently awakened neokinetic takes a moment to sit down his book. said action takes a moment as the young teen pondered whether or not it was really needed, with an attention span that allowed multitasking just as easily as doing one thing at a time. ❝ why are you telling me this? ❞ bitterly, the query leaves peach lips with a click of the tongue not far behind it. ❝ my brother is more popular than me, after all. ❞ it’s a fact he’s aware of, as people don’t take care in driving it into the skull with how often the younger twin is spoken to compared to himself.

          though it’s understandable. at least in his own mind, being unapproachable is in fact a talent, along with a demeanor that makes actions and statements seem more threatening than they truly are. ❝ look, if you’re just looking for someone to tell, tell my brother, or someone else. i don’t like being pulled into things that aren’t specific to me. ❞ // @crownedcorona

         bitten lips from abused repetition curve into a sly smile, his slender fingers running through his tousled hair as the effort of awaking was an arduous task on this day. the twinkling chuckle falling from the rosy lips of the dubbed seer, he could’ve peered into the future to see where this chat was going though he might be disappointed,  ❝ well, i would’ve expected a warmer welcome than this frigid one sooro-ah, you would think since i coined us friends you would be a bit more considerate. ❞ digits freeing themselves from caramel locks as the male’s tired pupils fall onto the other once more, blowing the fringe from his caramel colored pupils as a choleric sigh falls from the pink lips,  ❝ i just wanted to chat though it seems like someone is rather testy. is it because i didn’t come last time? i had... things to attend to you know, it’s not like i didn’t try. ❞

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same. 

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chatterbox + taeson

Chatterbox … !

welcome to my informative guide on the soft son

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chatterbox + minzhe

Chatterbox … !

welcome to my informative guide on a confused child

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chatterbox + rokyun

Chatterbox … !

welcome to my informative guide on a future seer

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Send "Chatterbox + [muse's name]" and I'll ramble about them

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multisignis:

Letting out sharp hisses through clenched teeth, and his eyes wide with anger. Fingers clenching in front of him, he brought one of his hands to bite at his wrist. Biting at it, he tried to keep his words back from insulting the favorite of this organization. Biting down onto the tip of his tongue, he shot a harsh glare towards Seokho instead. “Oh my bad, prince asshole, I didn’t know it had to be perfect! If you weren’t hovering over my shoulder, it wouldn’t have been so damn tedious!” So much for keeping his calm and keeping back insults. Throwing his chewed up hand towards the computer, still glaring at Seokho. “Pretty sure your grandparents could hack better than you too then!”

    the hacker knows he shouldn’t have let his temper get to him, but it did as his week just seemed laced with misfortune. running a hand through his hair and tugging slightly to pacify himself and not roundhouse kick the other hacker, letting out a exasperated sigh,  ❝ i wasn’t trying to breathe down your neck! it’s just two different hacking styles and i was curious! plus, that’s not any way to talk about the dead daehyun-ssi. i’m trying to help you called me first anyway! ❞ placing his face in his palms, groaning at the headache that comes with talking to people and not being a recluse in your office,  ❝ is the rest of your family like this, ‘cause i would hope not. ❞

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aulate:

               sometimes the hero still pauses to wonder how in the world he managed to get taeson to be so comfortable and genuine with him. it’s such a strange contrast to how it was when the had first met, when keunhee would try his damnedest to get the younger male to listen to him about the concept of adoration, of love, that taeson had so sadly been deprived of through his life. looking upwards from his phone for a moment, a momentary smile cracks at the corner of his red glossed lips. ❝ it’s saturday, taeson. ❞ the amokinetic rises from his seat across from the antihero to make his way closer to him. melanin tinted hand reaches out to wrap around taeson’s head, pulling it to keunhee’s own chest. gently does he rub the other’s head, chocolate locks slipping through his fingers as he finds himself rhythmically guiding his hand through taeson’s hair. ❝ take a nap, you look like you need it. ❞

       a small noise of displeasure leaves taeson’s lips, though the way he slightly shifts into keunhee’s chest as his eyes flutter close for a moment tells a different story. his faint whisper sounding louder in the quiet room as he feels himself being lulled by the fingers running through the strands of brown hair, ❝ is it really saturday or are you pulling my leg keunhee, i can’t really tell this time. ❞ a subdued half smile on his face as his eyes close once again, almost giving the illusion of sleeping to someone that really doesn’t know taeson’s habits. though, taeson is still as stubborn as he always has been and always will be, no matter the persuasion from the older male. a muted mumble falling from his lips before the younger male casts his glance upwards towards keunhee,  ❝ isn’t that rude to you, i can always sleep once you leave, it’s not often it’s like this, usually more hectic and more on the lines of bad guy versus good guy though.. ❞

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open to: m / f / nb

relationship to hwanhee: any, preferably a classmate !

muse: hwanhee, a boy born with the power of omnilingualism  !

      hwanhee wonders how he got himself separated from bohai and rokyun, even how he got roped into helping someone with their english homework. of course he could understand english, his ability to decipher any language with ease, but this kinda felt like cheating to him. even though he’s lived on the streets most of his life, cheating doesn’t sit well and rokyun would scold him for it if he found out. nervously twiddling his thumbs, a nervous tick he has gained over the years of waiting and voice faintly calling out,  ❝ i.. i don’t know languages that well, do you really need me to stay here? ❞ it was a lie, it felt like acid on his tongue as lying wasn’t high on his pride list, but he didn’t like being away from bohai for too long. considering the last time they two were apart for more than a few hours their powers ran... a little wild.

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open to: m / f / nb

relationship to seokho: any, preferably a hacker or someone learning how  !

muse: seokho, corona’s resident hacker !

    seokho was frustrated to say the least. sure, he was a very helpful person, even if the other was a rival, but this was too much. his nails running crossed his scalp as he let out a pent up breath. tapping at the keyboard keys with almost lightening fast accuracy, tongue darting out in concentration, before angrily shutting the laptop closed. eyes furious as he regards the other person sitting next to him, ❝ if i even knew my grandparents they would be better hackers than you! how can you mess up a code that badly, it was the most tedious reverse i’ve ever done and it shouldn’t have been! ❞

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open to: m / f / nb

relationship to taeson: any !

muse: taeson, minki’s right hand man and someone with death manipulation !

      the chocolate orbs were lazily focused on the task at hand, though he really couldn’t care less about what minki assigned him to do, he’d get it done eventually so did he really need to do it today. biting the nail of his thumb, eyes lackadaisically wandering to the person in front of him. taeson can’t really recall inviting them or even how they got here, crossing his leg over the other and trying to think. the whole week has been a haze and considering he hasn’t slept at all gives reason to his foggy state of being. murmuring lightly to himself, but loud enough for the other to pick up on,  ❝ what day is it even... can’t i just sleep, why be awake.. ❞

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Kyuhyun | Vogue Japan.

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Happy 30th Birthday Cho Kyuhyun!!

“Compared to you, I am a genius”