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hello everyone !

i do have replies to do and some asks sitting in my box but the past few days have been a ~little crazy. i’ll get to them tomorrow after new years. 

!!!! which i hope everyone has a good new years!

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Entering the astrology class, Yifan accidentally shoulders the other, he turns to him and bows his head, "I'm very sorry for that, really."

hongbin was just ready to leave. he was exhausted-- always, exhausted-- but this day in particular had worn him down and dulled him, made his edges sharp and attitude a little on edge.how rare, that his soft bubble would burst so easily. 

the bump against his frail shoulder made his head turn in an instant, normally warm eyes glaring upwards at the towering student. how tall--?“whatever,” he muttered, hand waving it off dismissively as if it really didn’t matter. 

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☁ - When this is received you have to send three anons to someone you don’t talk to a lot to compliment their writing or character!

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❂ - When this is received you have to list five things you like about your own writing and three things you like about the writing of other people!

my writing: –i think it represents hongbin’s character pretty well (?)–how i section off my ideas and stuff… i dunno, it make sense in my head.–the length of the paragraphs !! it’s not too long i think. –……..hongbin’s character makes everything fun idk–i’m not sure… i don’t know how to talk about my writing haha. other’s writing (i’m not sure whether i’m supposed to be specific or not):–some people here have an incredibly grasp on vocabulary and i kind of envy that.–all of the characters here are very fleshed out and just so interesting, i often find myself reading a lot of responses just to see how their characters play. –just being very talented writers, really. everyone here is extremely talented and i love reading as much as i can from everyone. 

✣ - When this is received you have to send five anons to other role players that you admire with a compliment about their writing or characters!

✪ - When you receive this, you have to say one positive thing about yourself and then send it to someone who has not gotten it yet!

–i  think the way i write is pretty unique (?)hates giving positive comments about myself because i feel pretentious

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i really love how you write; you are the one who brings out my poetic side and how you portray Hongbin was the best. I really love u you know that. :)

please-- thank you ...

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When the headmaster is away for a mysterious quest in a far away land, strange things start happening around the academy. Is it the magic of the headmaster that is responsible for the protection? What will the academy go through when they are gone for twelve long days?

Day #4 - 

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OOC MAGIC! ANONS!

✣ - When this is received you have to send five anons to other roleplayers that you admire with a compliment about their writing or characters! ✥ - When this is received you have to send three open starters/interactions to people you never interacted with before! ❋ - When this is received you have to make two open starters tagged with ‘iaopen’ on the dash! ✱ - When this is received you have to take one open starter tagged with ‘iaopen’! ❂ - When this is received you have to list five things you like about your own writing and three things you like about the writing of other people! ✪ - When you receive this, you have to say one positive thing about yourself and then send it to someone who has not gotten it yet! ☼ - When this is received you have to send three anons to other roleplayers that you love with a compliment about them personally! ☁ - When this is received you have to send three anons to someone you don’t talk to a lot to compliment their writing or character!

Only today! Only this meme! No others ;)

Insolitus Funfact: Out of all the races admin has portrayed about 20 of them throughout the years and different characters. I never made a race twice, lesser known characters I played have been Lay the imaginary friend, Minho the android and Mister Shim the shapeshifter!

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Your writing is amazing, short but sweet. You're great at portraying Hongbin's emotions and I hope to learn from you in that aspect.

oh my gosh–

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"Welcome." She bowed her head a little, not really attempting to put a great effort into it as she had other matters far more important.

the welcome -- easily read as uninterested and almost disingenuous, hongbin merely nodded in acknowledgement, hardly stopping in his steps to pay her an acceptable amount of his attention. why would if he if she clearly didn’t want it? --if he didn’t want it either?so he just walked right on by.

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the boy actually caught him.  hongbin really was a feather, he didn’t see an ounce of strain on the stranger’s face once his body landed gracefully into his arms; he blinked – a blush. the smile was amazing, something that truly took his breath away.  the curve was gentle, pink lips curled back just enough to show pearly teeth. 

a gasp; he was thankful he was put on the ground. his legs almost didn’t work, but he remembered how to stand just before he lost his balance.  “i’ve fallen higher,” he said, voice hardly above a quiet mutter; “no one caught me.”

the morbidity just came and went, it flowed like the water his body crashed with; the last thing he ever felt when he was alive. it was curious, how he could just talk about it without a second thought, without hesitation – he’s not alive, but he’s not dead.  not a ghost – he can touch things, people can touch him. but he isn’t alive. 

a weird kind of limbo.  huh?

lightly dusting off the back of his pants, small pieces of bark falling to the grass beneath his feet, hongbin eventually brought his attention back to the boy in front of him. head tilting, he blinked; “why did you want me to do that?

The cupid went out of his dormitory, he wanted fresh air and sunlight which his building did not allow. He strolled around the gardens, played with the birds, and even fed the fishes at the pond. But when he reached this certain part of the academy, the cupid saw this man. Sitting at atop of the tree, his thoughts seemed to be floating somewhere else. Chanshik just below him, he took out his flute and started to play a mellow song, for him.

everything was overwhelming– he felt like he couldn’t breathe, people and their mere presence was suffocating; he managed clawed his way out as best he could, somehow surviving through the day and staying in one piece. now able to take sweet breaths of clean, fresh air, hongbin let a smile find its way onto his lips. he smiles more for himself than anyone –or anything– else. finding himself straddling one of the thick branches of one of the huge trees, hongbin was reclined, breathing softly with his eyes gently closed. it was peaceful, quaint and mostly silent save for the occasional rustling of animals in the trees. then, out of the blue it seemed, an unnatural sound entered the air. smooth and mellow, the melody graced hongbin’s ears and he opened his eyes. where was it coming from? directing his sight downwards, hands splayed on the rough bark for balance, hongbin saw him– wild brown curls and gentle hands cradling a flute to his lips. etheral – hongbin watched in silence, completely entrapped by the sight and sound – or he tried to be silent until he leaned forward just a little too much. a startled sound left his mouth as he nearly fell, arms wrapping tightly around the width of the branch as he managed to catch himself before catastrophe struck. how embarrassing – maybe he didn’t notice… hopefully. 

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BEAN TREE ☆ please do not edit!

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truthfully, hongbin had no idea what he was doing. he was just walking really, not putting much thought into where his legs carried him.  the destination wasn’t important.  his head was a thousand miles up, cradled by cotton ball clouds while angels braided his wild hair; it’s where he usually was, nothing was out of the norm. his brain was his safe space, no one could tell him he was wrong, not in there. no one could see what he was drawing with the colored pencil’s of his mind, they couldn’t hear what he was thinking, what he was saying to the little things he drew on the inside of his skull.  no one could say anything.  often times however, getting lost was a bad thing. this was one of those moments.  the voice, sharp and rumbling, pulled hongbin right out of his thoughts. wide eyes blinked and searched as he stopped right in his tracks: was that voice for me?  no, of course not. no one knew him.  with a shake of his head -- embarrassing -- hongbin turned forward again, only to realize he was inches away from colliding with the solid form of a pillar. blinking again, hongbin cheeks flushed brightly, almost glowing. 

so, the voice was for him. but who was it? where did it come from? he searched, but he didn’t see -- maybe it didn't matter. 

Improvident

Once, he had heard of another in the very beginning. Shou had told him of a friend, or a friend of a friend, and then the Moon Sprite had drifted out of his awareness and the subject ceased to be visited. It was impossible to think he was the only one to exist, of course, and there was something wrong with hoping he was, just by the recollection of what Ronan had told him, but still.

The last class of the day had wrapped up with nothing excellent to comment on, and as usual, he waited some time before leaving to avoid the clotted halls. Given what surrounded magical creatures, it was impossible to expect that there were those without pain, so he preferred an act of avoidance. Stepping out of the doors, he fixed his gloves and pulled down his coat sleeves just in time to see a man step past him. Straight toward a pillar. “Oi!” The call-out was sharp and instinctive, and had he thought he were adeptly able, he would have snapped the back of the other’s sweater.

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guiding hand ✶ lhb + kws

pure morning; the sun was out, it was nice -- something unexpected, but not a complaint was to be had. his first day was long, he felt tired and his body was heavy; he never felt heavy anymore.  he often tried to remember what it was like to be heavy, to have density. he didn’t float away, but he didn’t have weight -- he was just there, he was just existing. 

how odd ; a feather. 

messy hair, a nest of chestnut curls atop his head as he walked, hongbin was a little listless, a little out of it, body swaying with the motions of his steps without paying much attention to anything. it was cold but bearable: a scarf was pulled over his mouth, bright yellow, navy blue toggle coat hugging his body close to retain whatever warmth he managed to have.  not having weight was okay, but being cold, no... being cold all the time was the worst of it.  maybe it was because of the water...

hongbin soon realized that he had walked a little too far. the school was new to him, he had been there for only... a few days, he didn’t quite know the real length of time. however long it was didn’t matter; he was lost, and he was quickly growing anxious.  being alone -- a fear, his phobia. shrinking further into the scarf wrapped around his neck, nervous doe eyes looked around for something, someone -- anything. 

stopping in his tracks, hongbin stared blankly ahead of him. dread fell on top of him like a thousand pound blanket, smothering him and driving him straight into the ground.  there’s no way he’d find his way back to anything remotely familiar, not by himself. 

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Apparently he wasn't hungry. Her bright eyes followed him as he attempted to leave her cold, but her pride was stung and there was no way she would simply let him walk away. It was good she didn't have telekinesis because she would have been such a bother. "Hey," She called sharply after him. "Where are you going?"

he flinched; turning head head slowly, he straightened himself and stared. vacant and void.he had no desire to entertain the blonde girl. she was weird, the way she first approached him didn’t settle well in his stomach and his throat was still tight. he wasn’t going to bother. not this time. “i’m going,” he started, voice a little more curt than before; “i’m going away. i don’t--”lips pursing, the corner of his mouth twitched; “i don’t like you.”

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➜ Play with mine’s hair

hongbin’s eyes were lightly closed, head resting delicately in the cupid’s lap. all was innocent and sensual -- nothing meant anything, they were just spending time with each other. time spend without company is time wasted. 

delicate fingertips dipped into thick and wild curls without a word; a soft sigh of content, hongbin turned and shifted himself closer on his lap, nose nuzzling into the male’s stomach -- an attempt to hide the pleasant color that was creeping its way across his cheeks. it felt nice, natural -- he wouldn’t mind if the feeling lasted forever. 

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➟ Pull on their hair/clothing

pain-- the back of his head tugged backwards, subtly dipping down as chills coiled their way through his spine. he jerked away quickly, a small wince leaving his lips. eyes narrowing, he twisted his head and glared -- her, again?

“d-don’t do that,” he said, voice just lightly quivering before his cheeks flushed a rosy shade of red. turning away, he flattened his hair with a childish huff; “why can’t you leave me alone?”