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RYUJIN / @ghcstwired : continued.

contempt  flickers  beneath  the  coolness  of  kai's  gaze.  letting  himself  get  riled  up  isn't  his  style—barring  when  dealing  with  ryujin.  more  often  than  not,  he  glowers  at  them.  thin  creases  in  his  brow  were  deep  with  traces  of  frustration.  no  small  part  of  him  hopes  they  took  a  tumble,  shoulder  sliding  off  that  door  frame  they're  set  on  filling,  but  he's  never  been  that  lucky.  still,  it's  alright  to  dream.  getting  lost  in  the  fantasy,  briefly.  only  taking  a  second  to  compose  himself,  lips  twisting  into  a  thin,  sharp  smile  even  if  it's  a  tad  painted  on.  "impatient?  me?  never.  it's  just...  you  move  slower  than  my  gran.  figured  you  might  need  a  little  promptin'.  sometimes  an  old  mule  can  still  trot  if  you  give  them  a  kick  in  the  arse."  waiting  for  them  to  slink  into  the  room  —  ignoring  the  lithe  sauntering  that  goes  with  him  —  kai  steps  after  them.  stonily  watching  the  other's  back  the  entire  way.  getting  stuck  with  ryujin  must've  stemmed  from  his  karma,  whatever  sins  he  committed  in  the  past  rearing  their  ugly  mugs.  although  he'll  never  cede  this,  it's  fun...  mixing  it  up  with  someone  with  a  bit  more  bite  from  time  to  time.  makes  things  a  touch  less  boring.  "sure  you  weren't  a  cat  in  your  past  life?  got  the  attitude  of  one,"  he  insists.

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as  much  as  he’s  trying  to  feign  hurt,  it’s  impossible  with  the  grin  carved  ‘pon  his  lips.  some  of  that  tiredness  melts  away  just  like  that.  teasing  bom  might’ve  become  his  favorite  pastime,  a  nice  shakeup  between  training  and  risking  their  lives  together.  maybe  it’s  because  she’s  not  afraid  to  put  him  in  his  place  —  or  maybe  he’s  a  bit  of  a  masochist.  the  latter  he’ll  refrain  from  unpacking  ‘til  his  removal  from  this  mortal  coil.  if  he’s  even  got  time  to  reflect,  anyway.  when  your  jaeger’s  torn  apart,  there’s  no  time  for  it.  not  really.  kai  shrugs  off  her  rebuttal  along  with  his  thoughts  in  a  single  gesture  as  he  combs  his  fingers  through  his  hair.  a  failing  attempt  at  reining  it  in  by  himself.  he’s  too  proud  to  ask  for  help.

❛  got  such  a  way  with  words,  partner.  such  a  way  with  words,  ❜  giving  up  on  shaking  loose  a  tangle,  it  gives  him  more  time  to  focus  on  her.  for  better  or  worse,  that  is.  he  doesn’t  press  any  further,  though.  in  fact,  the  mere  mention  of  sync  rates  makes  him  wince.  a  drift  with  them  not  on  the  same  page  never  stopped  short  of  disaster,  whether  from  the  things  squirming  around  his  head…  or  hers.

❛  what  can  i  say?  you’ve  got  the  herculean  task  of  keepin’  me  in  line.  lucky  you.  ❜  he  claims  through  a  smirk,  yet  somewhat  tetchily.  there’s  an  edge  to  his  tone.  not  towards  her,  but  another  unseen  foe.  ❛  ‘sides,  we’re  always  on  the  same  page  when  it  counts.  you  complete  me  and  all  that.  ❜  he  shapes  his  hands  into  a  heart.

"𝐖𝐀𝐓𝐂𝐇 𝐘𝐎𝐔𝐑 𝐃𝐀𝐌𝐍 𝐌𝐎𝐔𝐓𝐇, 𝐀𝐒𝐒𝐇𝐎𝐋𝐄," Bom snaps, coloring faintly at the immediate and, frankly, rude remark. Sure, she's been working at it for a while, but she's pretty sure she's not that sweaty- definitely not enough to warrant the attitude. Drift partner he may be, but that doesn't mean he gets to mouth off without repercussion. An unfortunate side-effect of having drifted with the prick, however, is that she understands it for what it is- a defense mechanism.

Still, not an excuse.

"I'd be better if you weren't being a jackass for no reason," Bom replies, moving to begin cleaning herself up as well. There's no point in showing up to their next drift looking like a mess.

Or, apparently, smelling like one.

"What's your problem though? Nervous? Or are you trying to piss me off on purpose so our sync rates crash?"

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03 -♡→ plots inspired by my favorite video games

life is strange. time keeps rewinding, but only muse a seems to remember the changes. every time they try to save muse b from an ominous fate, the world shifts in stranger, more dangerous ways. are they really helping — or making it worse? it takes two. after a falling out, muse a and muse b mysteriously wake up in a surreal video game world that forces them to work together through absurd, symbolic challenges. if they want to escape, they have to communicate — something they haven't done in years. cyberpunk 2077. in a hyper-digital world, muse a is a rogue hacker hired to track down muse b — an escaped ai in a human body prototype. but once they meet, nothing is what it seems. are they enemies, allies, or the glitch in each other's programming? detroit: become human. muse a is a humanoid programmed to serve. muse b is a rebel activist fighting against the system. when muse a's programming begins to fail, muse b has to decide: reprogram them for their mission — or help muse a discover their own identity? the sims. muse a begins noticing strange things in their town — time skips, forced smiles, and feelings they shouldn't be able to turn off. muse b claims they're both trapped in a simulation, and worse: someone's playing with their lives. they need to break the loop before the next update resets everything. resident evil. muse a and muse b are trapped in a quarantined city swarming with monsters and secrets. muse a is all instincts and gunfire. muse b is logic and strategy. survival means leaning on each other, even when suspicion creeps in: one of them may have ties to what caused the outbreak. animal crossing. muse a moves to a remote island to escape burnout. muse b, the island's chaotic local (and unofficial mayor), keeps showing up with unsolicited gifts, weird favors, and sudden emotional truths at 2am. they weren't supposed to fall for someone who lives in a tent and talks to squirrels. phasmophobia. muse a and muse b run a ghost-hunting livestream channel. what starts as typical thrills turns real when something starts following them home. now, even offline, the hauntings escalate — and they're not sure if it's the house, the ghost, or the unresolved feelings between them. until dawn. muse a and muse b survive a traumatic night in the mountains with a group of friends — but the story keeps restarting. only muse a remembers the previous runs. each time they try to save muse b, a different friend dies. the deeper they go, the more the mountain seems to want something from them… and it might be muse b. the quarry. muse a and muse b are counselors at a remote summer camp. something is lurking in the woods — and it isn't human. choices splinter fast: who they save, who they betray, who they fall for. there are a dozen endings to this story, and only one where they make it out together.

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got my queue set to go, slow and steady as usual. I'll probably be around to respond to message more than write. Got a new workout routine I'm trying to incorporate so I don't wanna do too many things till I'm comfortable, ya feel

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#Is this not what happened?!

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i've lost my memory for whatever reason and i don't know who you are but i just have a feeling that i'm supposed to trust you (said feeling is completely wrong and it's an enemy of some sorts)

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"You don't know me. I'm not the same person anymore."

"That's okay. I'll get to know you again."

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just a reminder: you can write when you want and with who you want. it doesn't matter how many threads you have going with one person. if that's who you want to respond to then respond to them! if you want to answer a meme for just them? go for it! your friends, your mutuals, the people who stick around? they understand. they get it. they have their people too. so never feel like you aren't doing enough or that you have to respond to others. do it when you can and when you feel up to it. this is for fun. this is rp. it's not a job. we do it because we love it and if that means writing for one person more than others? so be it. no one has a right to get mad at you over it.

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reblog this and put the reason behind your url and alias in the tags.

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lil inbox call, i'll mostly be raiding prompts though tbh.

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lil inbox call, i'll mostly be raiding prompts though tbh.

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comm from Jade_Wraith_ , highly recommend them I mean.. look

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lil inbox call, i'll mostly be raiding prompts though tbh.

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I’ve been mulling over the concepts of inner worlds / paths that make up a vast array of the powers in Kai’s little bubble of lore. Mostly on the backlash of being imbalanced, going against oneself, and such. I thinks it’s pretty common for starting practitioners to experience backlash. It all varies as the worlds do but I think Kai’s tends to be with drowning. His world is a sea covered by a storm and when he’s not on balance, that water, well, has a very high chance of filling his lungs none too different than the suffocating feeling of anxiety. He’s experienced a lot of backlashes. I’ll flush this out more eventually.

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the kicker here is he’s raising a tween and doesn’t do a bad job but yknow fear aint always rational.

I don’t refer to it often since I want to develop the concept more but on a general note, children fill Kai with such existential dread. He’s really worried he’s gonna mess them up like himself so he keeps them far away from him. Man’s petrified.

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I don’t refer to it often since I want to develop the concept more but on a general note, children fill Kai with such existential dread. He’s really worried he’s gonna mess them up like himself so he keeps them far away from him. Man’s petrified.